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Beth and Zack had been friends since childhood. He’d been, and still was honestly, a bit of a nerd. But in the last year of high school Beth had bloomed. Going from a mousy tomboy to a buxom beauty had been a big change in her experience. But since the two were going to go to the same college and were so close, they decided to get a two bedroom apartment to share. It was cheaper and quieter than the dorms and neither would have to risk a roommate that was problematic.

The changes in Beth has caused her to be more confident and accepting of her sexuality, at least in her wardrobe choices. Being so close to Zack helped as she was able to be comfortable at home not wearing a bra or hanging out in just a t-shirt and panties. Zack definitely checked her out but was never creepy about it and they both grew accustomed to just wearing what was comfortable to them.

However they’d been careful not to have any explicit nudity around each other. Always making sure to cover up going to and from the bathroom. Keeping doors locked when showering or changing. And generally knocking before entering bedrooms and respecting each other’s privacy. Which is why Zack was a bit surprised to be eating breakfast one morning when Beth exited her room wearing only a pair of panties. Not only was she topless but her nipples were adorned with two silver bars.

“Umm… Beth… what’s going on?”

Beth stretched her arms out over her head and arched her back, forcing her chest and erect nipples to jut out towards him. “Well. I was out with some friends yesterday and I decided to get my nipples pierced. There were a lot of after care recommendations. One is to avoid tight clothing and basically to let them breathe. So, that’s what I’m doing. I figured you wouldn’t mind since we’re always a bit casual around here.”

Zack snorted a bit. “Do I mind if my incredibly hot friend walks around half naked? No, not particularly. But it is new. And it’s going to make it difficult not to ogle you a bit. Sorry in advance.”

“Don’t be sorry. I think it’s fair that if I’m leaving some part of my body uncovered that’s an invitation for you to look. Besides, I think I have great tits and nipples, so if you weren’t at least checking them out a little I’d be almost offended.” She smirked playfully at him, reaching up to cup her chest suggestively to tease him, her fingers rubbing her nipples softly.

“Fair enough. So besides teasing me mercilessly, what’s on your agenda for today?”

She pouted at his lack of reaction and dropped her hands. “Well I was going to go out on our balcony to tan a bit. Want to join me?”

He agreed then went to his room to change. Coming out in just a pair of shorts he stopped short. Beth was laying one one of the two lounge chairs, still wearing only the tiny panties. Both her hands massaged suntan lotion into her chest, which was glistening already. She quickly circled her nipples to cover them before moving down to start rubbing it into her stomach.

“You know, I always thought it was unfair that guys can just walk around topless but girls can’t. Seems pretty unfair.” She leaned forward to coat her legs, her arms pushing her boobs together as she looked up mischievously at him, inviting him to admire her charms.

He just smirked, maintaining eye contact and not letting her distract him with her new casual approach to nudity. “I mean, in some states and cities you can. This isn’t one of them but since it’s just the two of us I’ll let it slide. In fact, I want you to be as comfortable as you want around here so wear or don’t wear whatever you want.” He put some lotion on his hands and quickly covered his front.

An almost feral grin adorned her face. “Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll take you up on that.” Her fingers slid under the waistband of her panties briefly, pushing them down just slightly before she gave him a saucy wink and turned over onto her stomach. “But not today at least. Do you mind doing my back?”

He groaned slightly, moving over coat the back of her legs before straddling her butt and rubbing lotion sorgun escort into her back. She purred as his fingers massaged her back but he didn’t take any liberties with the opportunity.

“Thanks. Now lay down and let me do your back.”

He nodded, lying face down. She straddled the upper part of his legs instead of her bottom like he did. Being so much taller than her, this forced her to lean forward dragging her chest and nipples over the small of his back multiple times as she covered him.

“You’re such a tease Beth. You’re lucky I’m a nice guy.”

“You are a nice guy, which is why I trust you to let me explore my body and sexuality as I want it without doing anything without my consent. I’m still getting used to having a body people might want to see and feeling comfortable in it. And as a nice guy, I could use a favor. I want to get my clit pierced but it feels weird to just have my pussy out with a strange man. So I was hoping you could come with me for support?”

He sat up slightly and looked back at her. “You want me to go with you to get your clit pierced? You know that means I’ll be seeing everything right? You sure you’re ok with that? It’s a big step.”

“Well. The aftercare is similar anyways and you already said I should be comfortable around here. So I was planning on being much more casually nude anyways. It makes me feel sexy and empowered.”

“I still think you’re just a tease. But alright. Let’s do it.”

After tanning for an hour or so they both showered. She came out wearing a loose dress. Even so the swaying of her chest and the two slight indentations indicated she hadn’t worn a bra. The two traveled to the piercing studio and walked in. Ironically, the piercer was a woman who directed them to a private room and asked her to lift up her dress so she could work. Beth gave Zack a sultry look before grabbing the bottom of her dress, lifting it over her head, and handing it to him. She was bare underneath. She then sat in the chair, scooted her butt forward a little, and draped her legs over either arm completely exposing herself to them. The woman just smiled and shook her head before putting on gloves, pulling out her tools, and after asking a few questions about what Beth wanted piercing her clit. Beth sat there spread eagle and bare facing Zack and essentially daring him to look at her body until the woman finished her instructions and stepped out.

“Still think I’m a tease?” She ran her finger over her clit and the new piercing softly, shivering with excitement. “It feels great, how does it look?”

He laughed, standing up. “You know you’re a bombshell and the piercings and sudden confidence about casual nudity just add to it. Now get dressed so we can go home. I’m going to have to rub one out thanks to you.” He then playfully tossed her dress to her.

She caught it and stood up, shaking it out slowly to extend her exposure for a few more moments before sliding it on. “You heard her, I can’t touch myself for a couple of weeks until these heal. Now who is the tease?”

The next several weeks as she healed saw her take full advantage of his earlier offer. She would retreat to her room upon coming home, strip out of her clothing, and then hang out with him just like they had before. The only difference now was she was always completely naked and constantly teased him by leaving her legs spread apart or finding innocent ways to rub her tits against him as they shared spaces.

That is until one morning when he left his room and heard the shower running but the door to the bathroom was ajar slightly. Hearing what sounded like crying he moved to the door, opening it and looking in, only to realize it wasn’t crying but moaning. There was his friend since childhood with one leg up on the side of the tub, eyes closed, as one hand worked on her clit the other directed the pulsating detachable shower head at her pussy. Her breathing grew more haggard over the next few minutes before her back arched and she cried out in pleasure. Shocked, he quietly put the door suadiye escort back the way he found it before escaping to class.

After class he walked in to the sound of moaning again. Walking to his room he paused at her door. It had been left wide open. On her bed she was spread wide, humping a rabbit vibrator while her other hand played with one of her nipples. He stood there mesmerized for a few minutes before suddenly her eyes opened and looked right at him. Instead of being surprised she simply smiled and bit her lip, before her eyes half closed again, her toes curled, her back arched, and she came hard. After a few minutes of panting she again looked over to him. “Thanks. That was really hot. I always wanted someone to walk in on me touching myself like a bad little girl.”

“Well, actually, I saw you earlier today too in the shower. Is this a new open door policy?”

“Is that a problem? I just feel empowered to explore my sexuality with you. I’ve always enjoyed reading CMNF or OON stories. Always fantasized about all eyes drinking in every private part I normally hide from the world. And now that I have a body I love, I just want to keep it bare as much as I can. Like I said it feels empowering to embrace my femininity and be comfortable in my skin. Thank you for that.”

“It’s not a problem. But I do now have a problem I need to go take care of.”

She bit her lip coquettishly. “Actually, can I ask a favor with that? See, I have another fantasy. Ever since my boobs filled out I’ve really wanted to try tit fucking and having someone cum on my tits.” She slid out of bed and kneeled before him, using her arms to push her chest together as she looked up at him with wide eyes. “I trust you. I’m not sure I’m ready to do certain things with you. But would you please fuck my tits? It’s the least I could do after teasing you so much lately. Plus while I want to be the only one naked, I also want to see your cock.”

Taking a breath, he nods then reaches for his crotch. Her eyes follow his hands as he unzips himself, then pulls out his rigid pole. She leans forward, grabbing her breasts and wrapping them around him. He puts his hands on her shoulders before thrusting between her globes with increasing speed. After a few moments he thrusts all the way forward, his head crowning between her tits, before painting them with multiple shots of his seed. Panting, he looks down into her eyes, speechless.

She stands up, using one finger to swirl over his cock head and gather any remaining cum, before popping it into her mouth and licking it off. “That was great! I owe you one!”

He just shakes his head with a rueful grin. “I’m not sure that’s true, but anytime.”

The next few days passed relatively normally. While Beth continued to spend her time at home bare and teasing him a bit, nothing overtly sexual happened. They settled into a new normal. About a week after their liaison she came home early from class and after she stripped and exited her bedroom she heard muffled sounds from his room. Leaning against the door she clearly heard the sounds of porn. Opening the door quickly she was greeted with a surprised Zack staring at a video on his computer as his hand stroked his cock. Caught literally red handed he blushed and tried to stuff himself back into his pants.

“I’m sorry. I didn’t think you’d be home for awhile and I couldn’t find my headphones.”

She moved forward, grabbing his arm and stopping him from putting it away. Kneeling in front of him she slowly stroked up and down his erection, looking him in the eyes. “Don’t be sorry. I told you, I owe you one. Plus I kind of want to make you orgasm and feel the pulses as you cum on me. Is that ok?”

Taken aback he just nodded, looking down at his best friend as she jacked him off. Her own eyes focused on his crotch as her other hand slid down to softly massage his balls. Having already been close before she caught him, it only took a moment before his body stiffened. She leaned forward and aimed him at her chest, again marking sultangazi escort herself. Slowly milking the last few bursts out she flicked her tongue out, licking him clean before putting him away.

“That was amazing. Thank you again.” Before she stood up and left.

The rest of the night was awkward for him at first, but they quickly settled into sharing a meal and then sitting next to each other on the couch.

“So, do you remember my coworker Hannah? I was telling her about tanning topless the other day and she wanted to try it out. She also told me she’s bi and has a bit of a crush on both of us. So, is it ok if I invite her over this weekend?”

He looked over at her before replying sarcastically. “No. I don’t want to have two topless and incredibly hot women hanging around my apartment. That would be the worst.”

She laughed. “I didn’t think you’d mind. And one topless at most. You know I tan nude now. I’ll see if I can convert her as well.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

He was in his room gaming with the door closed when Hannah rang the bell that Saturday. Beth scampered over and gave her a big hug before pulling her in. Hannah just laughed as she trailed her eyes up and down Beth’s nude form.

“You weren’t kidding about the casual nudity. Also, wow, those piercings look great!”

Beth smiled, holding her arms behind her back and twisting side to side teasingly. “Thanks. Maybe I can convince you to get some. Now strip and let’s get some sun.”

“Whoa. I’m not sure I’m ready to just strip off yet. Especially with Zack here. But let me at least get ready.” She slipped into the bathroom before coming out a few moments later wearing only a small bikini bottom. The two girls slipped out onto the balcony and covered their fronts before Beth offered to do her back. Laying down she purred as Beth’s hands slid all over her. She parted her legs to allow her to get the inside of her thighs.

Beth smirked, slowly sliding her fingers under the edge of her bikini and teasing her pussy. When she didn’t get any resistance, she slowly began to rub her clit. Hannah’s back arched and she let out a slight gasp. She teased her for a few minutes more, getting her right to the edge before quickly pulling her finger out. Hannah sat up and pouted at her.

“Seriously? I was so close.”

“Lose the bottoms. You know you want to.”

She huffed then stood and slid them down to her feet before kicking them off. She put her hands on her hips and glared at her. “Happy now?”

“Almost.” And with that she grabbed her hand and dragged her down the hall before bursting into Zack’s room.

Looking up to the two nude beauties – one determined and one almost in shock at her sudden exposure and separation from all her clothes – he replied into his mic. “Sorry guys, I gotta go.” Before he shut down his system and looked up at Beth. “Can I help you?”

“Yes. You two need to hook up and I want to watch you fuck her while she eats me out. You game?”

He looked coolly from her to Hannah, arching an eyebrow. She bit her lip before nodding slightly and allowing Beth to lead her over to his bed. Beth pushed her onto her back, before straddling her face and sitting down, her hands grabbing Hannah’s legs and parting them wide for him. He shed his clothing, moved over to stand at the edge of the bed, grabbed Hannah’s hips and started to thrust deeply inside her. She moaned before her tongue snaked out and delved inside Beth.

Hannah was obviously talented as she quickly pushed Beth through a shuddering orgasm before Beth sat back against the headboard, her legs parted as she watched the two of them. With Hannah no longer dividing her attention Zack quickly built her up to her own orgasms before emptying himself inside her. The three panted softly and looked at each other for a few moments.

Beth was the first to speak. “Well. I definitely don’t want that to be a one time thing. Isn’t your lease up next week? Want to move in with us? Although, I’m sorry, we don’t have any more rooms so you’ll have to share one of ours each night.”

Hannah sat up, smiling. “I don’t think that will be a problem.”

She also took quickly to the same dress code Beth preferred and the three had fun exploring each other’s bodies, kinks, and fantasies for the rest of the semester.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

“Darling, it’s going to be so much fun…”

Melanie grinned, the sun bear lying back on the bed, her clawed paws back behind her head, comfortable and relaxed. Her curves were soft and she was the perfect partner to cuddle up to in bed at night — which was all her partner, Nick, was going to get to do for a good while.

No Nut November was a thing, but it was rarely undertaken by those without a particular interest in it. Nick groaned and tugged his underwear up, though it was hard to ignore his wife while she was sprawled out for him, all luxurious and showing off. She was always such a tease.

“You can’t make it that hard for me, come on…”

“Well, you can get hard, you just can’t cum. Or are you giving up already?”

Melanie smirked, nodding towards the other sun bear’s crotch, the two of them making a good pair. But she was into other things than he was, a little more playful and definitely bratty in the bedroom. Her husband didn’t know how to handle that.

So, she was going to show him exactly what he was missing out on with her, denied orgasm throughout No Nut November. Nick had always been the type to take on a bet and he had no idea, not yet, that she meant it as a playful kind of thing, as more than just a fun thing.

She was going to make it harder for him than ever before to hold back.

Nick didn’t see anything at all unusual in her smile that day, nor in the brightness of the markings around her muzzle, which she had brushed a special fur powder into so she could highlight her best and favourite features. But that was the darker bear’s mistake as he headed to work and returned, in the evening, to the front door slightly ajar.

The hairs on the back of his neck raised and he sucked in a breath, not quite knowing what to do, his weight shifting back and forth even as he entered, restless and fidgety.

“Melanie?” He called, shouting into the house for her, his briefcase still clutched in his paw. “Are you okay?”

“Ohhhh…”

Was that a moan? Was she hurt?

He hastened up the stairs, tripping over himself in his worry for his wife. What if someone had broken in? What if his wife was hurt?

Yet Nick didn’t have anything at all to fear in that regard, not even as he burst into the bedroom to a sight he had seen before — yet not come to expect. Jim, their neighbour, was on top of his wife, the polar bear’s maltepe escort white fur blocking out his view of the sun bear’s body, though her plump legs were spread for him. She welcomed Jim into her pussy, his thick length ploughing into her, even as his beer belly brushed her softer stomach.

“Ooohhhh, Jim…” Melanie moaned, clinging to his shoulders, curling her fingers around them as if she was trying to hold him on top of her. “Deeper… Oh, my husband can’t get that deep.”

“Mmph…” Jim grunted, the polar bear seemingly very pleased with the interaction. “And he don’t mind me being bare inside you either.”

“Uh…”

The polar bear and Melanie glanced over to where Nick stood in the doorway, frozen, his tie loosened, pulse racing. Yet they didn’t do anything at all to pause the moment, to leap apart or tell him it wasn’t what it looked like.

It was exactly what it looked like. And Nick had seen it before, kind of, though the bear hadn’t realised his wife was fucking Jim still. It was kind of an agreement between them but not really, something that should have been better talked about.

But he’d be damned if heat didn’t race through him, heart pounding, at the sight of his wife with her legs spread for another stroke of his cock. Nick had never thought Jim was all that much bigger than him, as he had a moderate, maybe slightly less than average, cock size… But that wasn’t what his wife said.

“Unff… Gotta finish…breeding your wife,” Jim grunted, his paws under her buttocks as he pulled Melanie up to meet every last one of his thrusts. “You know…unff… You could get us a drink or something?”

Nick quivered, not wanting to obey and wanting to at the same time. Jim was older and he’d always been raised to obey those who had more life experience than him, though he wanted his wife back. Even if she looked sexier than ever as Jim plunged into her, the two of them climaxing together, pretty much. All as ropes of hot, sticky seed poured into her bare pussy, welcoming her heat without the cooling embrace of a condom to ensure there was no mixing of fluids.

But it was too late for Nick to do anything as Jim’s cum flooded his wife and the real challenge of No Nut November, and his wife’s extracurricular activities, began. His cock throbbed, achingly hard, pressing against the front of his black trousers, the smart, pressed ones he wore for work.

From that day on, it looked, to him, like Melanie was fucking Jim every day, the big polar bear giving her everything she wanted during No Nut November, despite him trying to get down on his knees to please her every day. Even though his tongue swirled deeply up into her pussy, he just couldn’t satisfy his wife’s need to be filled by a big, fat cock, stretching her open, the soft petals of her pussy hugging another male’s cock with every mighty stroke of his dick.

At work, he took a phone call that was filled with moans, manavgat escort fumbling with the phone in his private office and not knowing whether or not he should continue to listen in. By the time Nick got home, the bear was sitting on the sofa with a sports game on (ice hockey? Nick wasn’t into that stuff) and Melanie riding him.

“Mmm…”

Melanie moaned, shooting her husband a cheeky look as she rose and fell on Jim’s cock, her inner thighs already wet as if she had taken him far more than once already that day.

“You feel so good inside me…” She whimpered, wiggling her short tail. “I want more… Please… Fuck me…”

Jim chuckled throatily, rubbing his muzzle.

“Whatever you say, little one… Daddy’s got you.”

Melanie quivered. That had always been one of her kinks that Nick had never quite got into and it hit all the right notes for her, to be the little “girl” to her “daddy,” even if they were all clearly adults there.

“Oh, yes, daddy… Breed me,” she whimpered as he lifted her and turned around, putting her against the back of the sofa so her knees were on the seat cushions. “I want you…ah…to fill me… To cum in meee!”

He slammed in hard with a deep, throaty grunt, grinding in roughly, thinking of her and only her. Every thrust had his hips slapping against her buttocks, a soft reverberation rolling through her body with every stroke. Melanie moaned out another guy’s name as Nick wilted, yet his achingly hard, throbbing cock told him he had more still to enjoy from the moment.

Nick’s biggest problem, however, was holding back from orgasm. His cock was always hard, whether he was in the shower or commuting to work, even buying different underwear to better control his cock. He had to work too, of course, even if he was constantly getting messages, whenever his wife was home but not alone, letting him know what the two of them were up to.

Jim even slept there some nights and Nick was relegated to the sofa, though sometimes the sun bear was slow to leave the bedroom, wanting to be there still. He grunted, licking his lips, eyeing up his wife on all fours, taking the polar bear long and deep and slow. The bear rolled his hips, sinking his cock deep into her, not leaving an inch to waste, as he took the female bear as he needed to.

He could have her, again and again, long stroke after stroke, licking his lips, huffing hotly through an open mouth.

“Come on, baby girl,” he crooned, rubbing the sun bear’s back as if they had grown closer in their time together than even Nick could have realised. “You know you want me to cum in you. Tell me. Tell me how much you want me to breed you.”

“Unff… Oh…” Melanie moaned, shuddering around him, squeezing on his cock. “Yes… Yes, please… I want your bear cubs… All of them…”

Nick whined. Not his? But his cock was hard! He could have fucked her at any point and time, but he would have lost manisa escort their bet for No Nut November — and called a halt to their special kind of fun that they were taking for themselves in cuckolding and cheating, however one liked to refer to it.

It was their thing… And Nick didn’t want to stop, no. Not even when he was kneeling by the bed watching them, his eyes fixed on the hypnotic thrust of his cock into her soft, wet heat. Maybe Nick was making things even more difficult for himself than normal by having his cock out, naked from head to toe, at the same time, but, well, he didn’t know what else to do. He just need what he wanted, what he ached for, that he couldn’t just drag his eyes away from his wife, not when her moans were as sweet as they were.

“Unff…”

They ignored Nick’s groan. The polar bear grunted, raw power in his thick body, though he had the balls and the lightness of mind to give Melanie what she craved. As he sank his fat cock into her, he leaned over her back a little more, whispering in her ear. Under him, the bear quivered and moaned, the polar bear indulging in their shared kink, her arousal slickening the path of his cock as even more threatened to spill onto her.

“Yes… Please…” Melanie moaned, lost in the moment, trembling on the edge of ecstasy. “Give me…your cubs!”

She cried out as she tipped over the edge, her body arching back against him, but the polar bear kept thrusting, grinding her through orgasm, stroke after stroke. Nick simply did not know how Jim did it, for he would have cum long ago if he’d had his dripping hard-on buried in his wife.

“Unff…”

“Oh, honey…”

Melanie grinned as she slid her paw over to the bedside table, fishing out a small piece of plastic and passing it to her husband. He brushed his cock absently with the pads of his fingers, but it did him no good as he panted softly, the positive pregnancy test in his paw.

Blood roared in his ears and the bear could hold back no longer, his eyes fixed on the join of his wife’s body to the polar bear’s, where a gleam of their combined sexual fluids marked the lips of her pussy. She moaned and dropped her chest down to the bed, letting him ram into her as deeply as he pleased.

But it was Nick who failed the challenge as his cock throbbed and, finally, he lost control. Not even touching himself, he shot his load, spending it uselessly over the carpet and his thighs, most of his seed dribbling down over his cock and upper thighs, his crotch stained with his seed. Nick huffed and panted even as his wife chortled a laugh, a glint of amusement in her eyes. For she had everything she wanted and he did too, even if it was unconventional by modern standards of relationships.

“Such a shame you lost control on the last day, sweetie,” she teased, breathless but still able to point it out to him. “Now you’re going to have to rub my paws for me…mmm…while my belly grows.”

Jim unloaded inside her, spending his seed, though the polar bear only had eyes for the sun bear, Melanie. Nick was just an aside for him, there and watching but…not really any of his concern.

Cucked and denied, Nick had lost and the bear still could not help but smile.

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My next assignment: step into the shoes of a swinger. Not a terribly difficult one. But I’m still anxious despite my previous experiences concerning sex parties. It’s because tonight’s setting is totally different. The location is at a couple’s home. Very personal. Super intimate.

All my fears are put aside when the host and hostess greet me. I’m led to the kitchen where they say, “Take whatever you like. Gin tonic, pornstar martini, whiskey, anything you fancy.” The hostess gives me a wink before they leave me. I quickly down two rum and cokes. My lips are tingling. There are butterflies in my stomach. Ever since I’ve started down this niche branch of journalism there’s a prudent yet unquenchable thirst for pleasure simmering inside me. I’m yearning for the party to kick in.

I look around the modern kitchen with high-tech appliances and whisper to myself, “It’s lovely in here.” What would I do if I had too much money? Also host sex parties or something else?

“Wait until you see the upstairs,” says a man that had snuck unnoticed into the kitchen. He opens the fridge and takes a bottle of champagne. “Roof terrace with an excellent view of the city. First class. And a jacuzzi. I’ve turned it on almost an hour ago. Should be at a reasonable temperature by now. You are?”

“Anabelle,” I respond.

“Hi Anabelle, lovely name,” he says. “I’m Miles, nice to meet you. Will I see you on the roof shortly?” He smiles and exits without waiting for an answer.

My eyes follow him. That was an interesting man. I feel a strange sensation coursing through my veins.

I leave the kitchen and settle on a couch in a room adjacent the dining hall. The couple istanbul travesti sitting next to me continues kissing without pause. The invitation to the roof echoes through my mind. When I stand up again, I feel already a little bit tipsy. As I reach the stairs and grab the railing firmly, I glance back and see that the couple has found a new partner each to part lips and share tongue with.

A man rounds the corner and almost bumps into me. It’s Miles. With another bottle of champagne. He asks if I was going up or down. I want to say to him I’m willing to go down but instead I just say I was going up. He goes before me. We walk through a beautiful bedroom, with an en suite and an immense glass sliding window up to the roof terrace. It offers a nice view of the surrounding city.

“Nice view, right?” Miles states. He walks to the jacuzzi and dips a hand in the water, a satisfied look on his face. He smiles at me and I feel the butterflies in my stomach buffeting up a whirlwind. “You can undress in the en suite if you like. There’s towels there too. I’ll be waiting here,” he says and pulls his shirt over his head. I turn around before he drops his trousers.

“Eyes closed,” I say when I return with a towel around my torso. I drop it but Miles keeps his eyes on me. They scan up and down my body, a twinkle in his eye. He takes in my naked breasts, the imprint of my already wet pussy in my thong. Such a rogue, going against my wish. I lower myself in the hot water.

The foam covers my breasts as I sit down. Mmmh, this feels nice.

Miles lifts up foam with both his hands and blows it all towards me. I tease him back in the same way. Then I ask him if he comes here often.

“Sometimes,” he says, “even if it’s just for the view. But tonight it’s exceptionally gorgeous.” He has a naughty look and scoots a little closer. What a charmer.

I feel his istanbul travestileri legs touch mine. I read from his eyes and breath that he’s aroused. So I lower, slowly, my hand under water on his upper leg. Is he wearing something? I slide up. Oh, whoa, that’s a hard no. He’s up and ready. Carefully I wrap my fingers around his shaft and move it up and down. He moans.

He plucks at my thong. I lift my hips and he pulls it off. The hot water against my clitoris feels delightful. I grab his hand and guide it to my hottest spot. He caresses my pussy softly.

“More?” he asks.

I nod. I feel light in the head when his fingers enter me. His thumb massages my clit. Not too hard, not too soft. He knows what he’s doing. I shudder under his touch. I want to feel him inside me.

Then the window slides open and another couple steps onto the roof. The man undresses and gets in the hot water. The woman was already naked and lowers her fit body until her perky breasts are barely submerged.

Miles keeps fingering me. A moan escapes my mouth. The couple doesn’t react. Miles pushes himself closer and grabs at my breasts, twisting my hard nipple between two fingers. He bends over and licks the foam from my breasts while his other hand fingers me.

From the corner of my eye I notice the other couple switching position. The man is sitting on the edge of the jacuzzi, his body steaming in the night’s air. The woman settles between his legs and takes his hard cock in her mouth. As her head starts bobbing up and down, Miles takes my chin and turns my head, kissing me full on the lips.

“Let’s go,” he says.

With a towel around me, I follow Miles inside. On the bed, the host is fucking a pretty redhead while his wife, the hostess, climbs on top of a muscled, middle-aged man and starts riding him. Miles pulls me along to another bedroom. This one is smaller Travesti istanbul but more cozy. It smells lovely, expensive candles filling the space with hints of lavender and sandalwood. In the middle there’s… a sex swing.

I drop the towel and kiss Miles passionately. I reach down and am surprised by the size of his cock, it seems larger than it was in the jacuzzi. I don’t mind at all. He lifts me up and positions me in the swing. The fabric feels soft and comfortable against my skin. I bend my knees and angle my hips.

“Fuck, Anabelle.” With his mouth agape, Miles stares at my spread pussy. He strokes his cock slowly. “I’ll tie you up, okay?”

I nod, my breath shallow and my pussy pulsating. My wrists and ankles are tied up with thin straps of soft silk. I’m helpless, unable to move, yearning for him to fill me up. I feel the electricity coursing through my body.

Miles looks self-controlled. He gives the swing a shove and I rock back and forth. I watch his cock, pointing straight between my spread legs. Each time I move towards it, the desire grows. He drives me crazy. At the point of going mad, he grabs my thighs and his cockhead slips into my entrance. He holds the swing steady, only fucking me with his tip. But it already feels incredible. Then he pushes me back and lets the swing’s pendulous momentum drive his cock deeper inside my pussy. In and out. In. Out.

My hands are tied but I pull against the bonds, wanting to rub my clitoris. And I can’t keep quiet. I moan out my pleasure. Each time he slides deep inside me I get louder and louder. Then he stops the swing again and grabs my hips. With a solid push he embeds himself entirely and I’m completely filled, breathing heavily. I throw my head forward and groan in his ear.

Fuck, this is amazing!

I feel my orgasm coming. I’m gushing around his cock. With my own juices Miles massages my clit. Ecstasy courses through my veins. And I climax hard as his cock continues going in and out my soaking wet pussy. I look at Miles with burning eyes and mouth something at him. His eyes light up.

He says, “Let’s flip you around so I can fuck your ass.”

There’s nothing I want more.

**********

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Brunette

The Biker

Chapter 1

Jack

The warm Florida sun rose over the Atlantic exposing the Daytona Beach shoreline and all its trimmings. The ocean’s epic struggle between night and day became more pronounced as she clawed her way to high tide, extending her wet footprint over the sandy shore. As the moon slowly relented control and disappeared, Jack stirs silently as the fog of sleep erodes.

The ceiling fan rotated at a steady RPM creating the sound like a hifi needle reaching its journey’s conclusion across the face of an old LP. As his senses slowly came online, the scent of her dark black hair possessed him in familiar ways.

The warm feeling of her gorgeous body resting in the rightful place under his arm, her head on his chest, engulfed him completely. For no other reason than his desire to enjoy her sheer beauty, his hand softly slides from her lower back to her sweet, gorgeous ass causing his eyes to lose a bit of focus as well as delivering an endorphin overload that floods his operating system.

Knowing her day ahead is packed with the chores associated with being the CEO of a fortune 500 corporation, and that her complete staff will be in the resort for the conference, he will not allow himself the luxury of keeping her all to himself just this once.

It had been about two months since he last saw her. Due to her arrival late last night Jack was tempted, especially since she crept in quietly at some point while Jack slept. He was highly delighted to wake and find her snuggled up to him this morning.

As he attempts to slip away, Layla stirs, murmuring those sweet little moans and whimpers which essentially say: “Stay Jack, I’m in the most delicious rem cycle and I never want it to end!” Her fingers press against his chest and her top leg grips him vice like while she slides her arched foot up and down his calf. The electrical shiver sent up his spine causes him to reconsider.

Knowing “she” has a big day ahead of her, he gently kisses her forehead and slips away, crossing the cold marble floor and into the cavernous bath. He enters the large shower stall, one larger than most complete bathrooms, and turns on the multi head system.

The room fills with steam as Jack washes away the previous day’s events, kick-starting the next 24-hour cycle that is his daily life. Standing exposed to the steam and hot water spray, he fails to detect the shower door creek open and close.

The silky predator stalks her prey with the intent of sensually devouring him! The intruder’s planned attack worked to perfection, at least temporarily. Layla’s hands slid around her victim’s waist quickly, grasping for his handhold but in her haste, she missed her mark.

The intended victim wheeled around swiftly, countering the attacker by sweeping one arm under her left leg, his other around her rib cage, lifting her off the floor swiftly, and pulling her close to mitigate any flailing attempts at retaliation.

The attacker lets out a squeal which the victim cuts off by planting his lips firmly against hers. He further silences her by sensually sliding his tongue between her lips, modulating her squeals into sweet silky moans. Pinning her against the glass shower wall, his hard cock slides between her slippery inner thighs. Slowly, he relaxes his grip, and enjoys the feeling of her wet gash settling onto his rigid shaft. Her phat lips divide and cocoon his throbbing manhood.

Layla’s legs stop flailing and firmly wrap around his waist tightening and relaxing, over and over as her hips roll fore and aft efficiently greasing his rod. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she begins to nibble his shoulders and chest, ascending into hard and angry gnashing, intent on consuming her prey with hot vicious passion.

Jack grasps her gorgeous hair, pulling her head away from his neck, as much out of his need for self-preservation, as well he loves seeing her facial expressions whenever she morphed into this wild sexual vixen. Her wild eyes and her seething deep breathing mesmerize him. Pulling her legs up high against his rib cage Layla whispers in her sultry voice: “fuck my greedy pussy with your mean hard meat you mother fucking man-whore!”

Jack’s legs shake as her words slice through his brain like a well wielded karambit. His balls burned and his cock seethed. His hand tangled in her hair and the other under an ass cheek, he lifts her high off his cock breaking the sweet seal they had just created moments prior. As his cock stands erect and pulsing Jack maneuvers her deftly into place, splitting her labia with his raging staff. Jack loves the feeling of her silky petals raking along his shaft as it plunges deep inside her tight juicy slot.

Layla’s eyes grow wide, and she slams her mouth against his forcing her warm breath down his throat. Jack slowly withdraws his hot rod until he feels her tight lips close around his cock head like a vice. Automatically he reverses course, forcing his granite phalanx erbaa escort back into her pleasure palace, over and over and over, again, and again and again.

Layla digs her nails into his broad back and uses that leverage to ride his hardness violently. Jack has an out of body experience as his sweet little fucking machine goes to work all by herself, doing everything she can to milk him for all he has to offer.

Layla’s rhythmic grunting and in-time heavy breathing makes Jack think…”this little minx is using me like a cardio machine…she’s multitasking as we fuck” and his next thought is to give her a big grin and say…”Daddy like, baby girl!”

The rhythm of their hot activity is manic, redlining as one valve slapping chain reaction. Breathing heavily, Jack looks in her fierce eyes and says, “Ready for the heat sexy?”

Layla gasps and whispers in his ear “give me every drop you got daddy, fill me baby” as she rams her juicy pussy fast and hard on his throbbing cock. All at once they both explode in the most vicious and rough orgasms each had experienced in a long time. Good thing they occupy the whole 25th floor…otherwise…!

They traded their secretions, so hot and slippery, pumping each other over and over. Layla’s moans run through his ears and digs into Jack’s soul, implanting her essence firmly with him forever…again!

Sharing their energy completely, Jack relaxes his grip on his beauty, holding their kiss long and dragging Layla under the shower spray. Jack watches as she quickly washes away their liquid assets. She smiles at him, standing on tiptoes to peck his cheek. She winds up and smacks his ass hard, before saying, “thanks for making me orgasm so wildly you big man-slut,” and she dances out of the shower to get dressed for the first day of the conference. Jack stands under the shower and relishes the endorphin rush which Layla so expertly injected into his aura. “What a way to start the day” he chuckles to himself.

Layla

That damn rooster! Layla mused as she shook the cobwebs out of her brain. She stretched herself long while still tucked inside her warm and cozy bed in the master bedroom of the sprawling ranch style house. Jack’s 1,000-acre cattle and horse ranch was just outside of Dallas Texas. The name of the ranch is “The Rider’s Ranch.” The logo is that of a cowboy, hat in hand and high overhead, riding a bucking bronco in a cloud of swirling dust.

As familiar as it was, she still hasn’t adjusted to “Robert the Rooster’s” manner of waking her every morning and probably never will. But without fail, he’s always on time and keeping a tight schedule…rain or shine. Layla pats the bed twice and “Shooter,” her Blue Heeler cattle dog, launches himself from his sleeping pad directly on top of her, showering her with licks and kisses. Layla laughed and wrestled him around until he had enough, and he jumped down to the floor, ready to get to the kitchen for his breakfast which Maria already had waiting in his bowl.

Layla drags herself out of bed and staggers to the kitchen seeing that Maria, the house manager, has a fresh pot of her favorite coffee waiting, as she did every day. “God bless you Maria,” she thinks. Pouring a cup, she then wanders to the back door, stepping outside on the covered porch to greet her alarm clock.

“Robert” she says, “One of these days, when the mood strikes me, you and I are going to sit down at the table together…and I’m gonna enjoy me some baked rooster!” Robert ignored her and pecked away at the handful of corn she tossed his way.

She looked around, sipped her coffee, and waved to the hands that were starting to arrive for their long day of keeping the ranch operating at an efficient pace. Layla took a deep breath, scratched her ass, and with her last sip of coffee wheeled round and flew through the house and into the master bath to start her day. She turned Shooter loose to spend the day hustling cattle with the ranch hands.

She showered, did her hair and makeup, and dressed in business casual. Her final destination was Daytona Beach but she had planned stopovers for meetings throughout the day. Her arrival in Daytona should wrap up a long but productive day. She previously hadn’t planned to create such mania, but things happen and as they say…roll with it baby!

Management INC’s annual conference was being held in Daytona Beach this year at The Riders Rest resort, which is Jack’s place. Layla had hoped to arrive there early evening to spend some time with her man, but it just wasn’t meant to be. The Management INC’s Board had other plans and as the CEO, she had to do some last-minute shuffling to meet their objectives.

The day prior the board had met, and even though the company had a successful year, they announced they wanted to expand and are requiring the staff to double their revenue generation for the new fiscal year. That little tidbit ran through the ranks like a freight train. Layla ercis escort was forced to let go an under performing account executive and one just flat out quit, leaving Layla with just Luara, her stellar performer and William, who did alright but he’s not a rock star. But, he does hold his own and has potential to improve.

Aside from them, Layla has a new MBA graduate management executive coming on board that has just completed orientation. “Jocelyn” will be spending the day shadowing Layla and then flying with her to the conference. It will be a good way to get to know her better and to make her feel more comfortable about the role she will have with the company.

The Sikorsky S-76 executive helicopter was just setting down on the pad located directly behind the house. Layla was just finishing going over everything with Maria about the ranch and the house as she would be gone for two weeks. She hugged Maria goodbye. She grabbed her briefcase and walked to the chopper. Once strapped in, the pilot closed the door and settled into his seat. The sleek bird lifted off and accelerated while turning toward downtown Dallas, a fifteen-minute ride.

Layla loved stepping out of the chopper on the rooftop landing pad on Management INC’s corporate headquarters. In just 15 minutes she went from cowgirl central to the corporate center of downtown Dallas without having to deal with a single stitch of traffic.

She entered her office suite to find Laura waiting for her. The day prior, after the board meeting, she asked Laura to meet her at the office early this morning. “Good morning Laura” she said with a big smile as she threw open the double doors to her expansive office, dropped her briefcase by her desk and then turned to give Laura a hug. “How’s my top performer doing this morning?” Laura stated she was fine and said she was so excited to be going to the conference in Daytona this year.

Layla asked her how she was traveling. Laura informed her that she had a corporate share jet on standby. Further explaining that she set it up due to client meetings planned for the day. One in Virginia, the other in North Carolina, and then on into Daytona planning for a late afternoon arrival. “I very much abhor arriving in unfamiliar places after dark” she said plus, I have a new swimsuit I am dying to show off on the beach! She squealed and they both laughed at that delicious thought. “By the way, William is hitching a ride to the conference with me” she said.

“I see you have a full day, so I’ll make this quick” Layla said while taking Laura’s hand, I want to show you something. She led her down the hall to a recently renovated office suite and opened the door. “What do you think?” Layla asked her.

Laura walked in and looked about. Layla could tell Laura was impressed by the office design as well as the expanse. She felt that tingle of excitement flow throughout her body, anticipating a great response from Laura. Slowly surveying the office suite, Laura marvaled at the size and professional yet tasteful decor. She turned to Layla saying, “I love it, will this be your new office?” Layla smiled and shook her head swimmingly…and said, “No dear…it’s yours!”

Laura stood still staring at Layla for what seemed like an eternity. Her hands shook as she raised them to her face. Her voice cracked as she said to Layla “I don’t know what to say” and a tear rolled down her cheek. Layla approached her and placed her hand gently under Laura’s chin. Raising her head, she spoke to her in a soft voice “You are the heart and soul of Management INC and we appreciate everything you’ve done for the company.” This is what a top level performer earns darling. Enjoy the spoils Laura.

“Plus” added Layla “As an added bonus, your office is right next to mine.” Layla walked to a door and opened it. On the other side there was a hallway connecting the two suites. She took Laura’s hand and led her halfway down the hall and through another door. “Surprise” Layla said with a huge smile. The expanse was a large executive bathroom complete with a huge walk-in shower, individual vanities and makeup stations as well as a whirlpool tub big as a spa along with a steam room. “This is amazing” Laura said, “I have always dreamed about an office of my own…one just like this!”

“All yours…and mine…we share” Layla confirmed to her again.

Laura stood, covering her face, tears flowed down her cheeks uncontrollably. All the stress accumulated from being so focused on her goals finally came to a head. She sobbed and Layla came to her, putting her arms around her, stroking her hair and whispering softly to her “I understand Laura. You deserve a good cry, let it out sweetness, I’m here for you.”

After a minute Laura wrapped her arms around Layla and raised her head. Her tear-stained face looked so innocent. She looked deeply into Layla’s eyes and softly replied “Layla, I am so grateful to you and this company for giving me erdek escort the opportunities I have experienced. Now, to finally be recognized for the hard work I have put into this job is simply amazing. Thank you so much for having faith in me.”

Then, out of the blue, Layla leaned in close and kissed Laura deeply. She knew she was taking a chance, but she had harbored her inner Bi for too long. Layla has always been curious about her feelings for other women, especially Laura. The close moments she had shared with Laura over the past 18 months confirmed that at some point she would have to make her feelings known. This was that time. Laura responded the way Layla had hoped she would.

At first Laura hesitated, but then her guard dropped, and she kissed Layla back, sensually with rapid breath straining to release her own pent-up frustrations. She released her desire to let her secret love know how she felt. She desired to make wild passionate love to her gorgeous mentor.

Layla slipped the tip of her tongue between Laura’s lips and wiggled it softly searching for Laura’s tongue. Laura positively retaliated by slipping her tongue over Layla’s and cooing softly. They kissed for what seemed like five minutes before suddenly stopping. Staring into each other’s eyes, they sensed the longing they had for one another. Layla spoke first saying softly while lightly caressing Laura’s cheeks with her hands “I’m so glad we cleared the air on that subject” which broke the ice for each of them and they hugged deliciously, shedding tears, finally exposing so much pent-up desire.

Both ladies felt like a mountain had been lifted off their shoulders. Laura said “Oh well there goes my makeup for today” laughing and wiping away the last of her tears with dark streaks of mascara. Layla again looked deeply in her eyes and said, “Gee darling, why don’t you christen “our” new executive bathroom, the shower is amazing.” And by the way…you will be staying with me at the ranch until you find the right home to buy here in Dallas”.

Laura shook her head as the realization of this being hers hit again. She gave Layla a peck on the cheek and said, “I can’t wait to spend some special alone time with you this week in Daytona.” Layla kissed her softly and replied, “You and I darling, are going to find our delicious blissful love together this week” and with that said, Laura spun around and headed down the hall. Layla stood and watched Laura’s gorgeous ass sashay into the hallway thinking “wow, things will definitely be interesting this week at the Riders Rest.

Layla swept down the hallway and into her office, she noticed Jocelyn waiting patiently on one of the couches in the reception area. Greeting her kindly she asked if she was ready for a whirlwind week. Jocelyn, looking quite innocent, was about to be initiated by fire as they say, answered “Yes Ma’am, I am very happy to become a member of the Management INC’s team.” Layla smiled and said, “first thing Jocelyn, my mother is known as Ma’am, address me as Layla.” Jocelyn looked a little embarrassed and said, of course Ma’am….I mean Layla.

Layla smiled and said, “Last one to the roof is buying lunch!”

Off they went in the chopper to Dallas International. Next, they climbed aboard the Citation business jet for stops in Oklahoma City, Lexington Kentucky, and Atlanta before the final leg into Daytona. Layla had meetings with clients whom eventually she would turn over to Jocelyn, so it was important for her to tag along and be introduced. Kind of a get her hands dirty initiation, so to speak.

It was 2230 when they finally were wheels up and headed directly to Daytona. The fight was about an hour and a half. Jocelyn slept during the short flight. Her first day was a long one. When the stairs dropped, and they stepped out onto the tarmac and into a waiting limo. The big black stretch whisked them east, over the Halifax River and into The Riders Rest at Daytona beach.

Layla gave Manny a big happy hug and a kiss on the cheek as he welcomed her back to the resort. Manny informed Layla that the Captain had retired early this evening. Layla introduced Jocelyn, describing her as the newest member of the Management INC team, and then introduced Manny as the resort manager, describing him as an old personal friend of the family, especially of the Captain. Jocelyn knew the “Captain” of which they spoke. “Just smile and nod,” “Not the time to get into it” she mused recalling the evening with Jack 2 months ago. Plus, she was hoping to get to her room and into a bed for the night.

Manny shook Jocelyn’s hand, welcoming her to the resort. He assured Layla that he would personally tend to Jocelyn’s every need and then said “Go to the penthouse and find the Captain Ms. Layla.” With that, Layla said good night to Jocelyn and headed for the executive elevator. Jocelyn shook her head thinking…Jack…the Captain…Layla…OMG!

Layla left Jocelyn in Manny’s capable hands, and headed up to the top floor penthouse, eager to see Jack. It’s been 2 months since she last held him in her arms and felt his strong chiseled naked body against hers. She could still smell his musky scent which caused her to soak her panties for the third time today.

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I really love our arrangement.

“When are we going to fuck again?” she asked, mischievously.

Laura, our vivacious, college aged babysitter sat in my passenger seat. She tugged at the hem of her floral dress.

Laura was 22, a curvy, bigger, sandy blonde. She didn’t radiate a slutty vibe- quite the opposite, almost plain-looking. Much like the elementary school teacher she aspired to become, she was mature, friendly and somehow innocent-seeming.

I knew she was anything but.

With a few taps, I keyed her payment into Venmo. Part of her hustle.

———-

My wife and I had attended a work fundraiser. We’d been apart for almost three weeks and on the night I returned, we were obligated to attend. Laura babysat.

I figured that getting dressed to the nines may lead to some much-anticipated sex.

As she was doing her makeup earlier, I cornered my wife. We kissed deeply and urgently. I grabbed her hips and felt myself already hard.

“Patience will be rewarded,” my wife said smugly. “I’ve got a surprise for you tonight.”

———

“Oops” shrugged Laura, intentionally elbistan escort dropping her phone into the backseat.

She was trouble. Part of the appeal.

She turned and bent over the center console. Her dress rode up, exposing her curvy ass. Laura wasn’t wearing any underwear.

My growing erection tugged against my pants.

“How about tonight?” Laura suggested, settling back into the seat.

“Now?”

“Yup.” Laura bit her lip and grinned.

“Okay, just not here.”

Her single mother’s house was only two miles away. One stoplight and a few turns.

After shifting into drive, I eagerly reached between her smooth legs.

“Mmm,” she moaned, as my fingers slid across her impossibly soft labia.

As I rubbed her, Laura unzipped my fly, letting me free. I was fully hard. Laura wrapped me in her palms and began to stroke me.

At the stoplight, Laura unbuckled her seat belt. With surprising agility, she leaned over and took me in her mouth. Her warm, wet mouth consumed me. I feared I might cum any second.

I don’t know if the car that pulled elvankent escort up next to us noticed, but the occupants would’ve clearly seen Laura’s thick, round ass up in the air, head bobbing in my lap.

The light turned green. With only a half mile to go, it was becoming nearly impossible to concentrate, listening this university student moaning, her lips around me.

I drove the car down the dark street. I nearly plowed into the neighbors’ mailbox.

“Fuck” was all I could manage to groan, feeling her squeeze my balls with her free hand.

As I maneuvered the car into the driveway, I reached my hand to her ass, giving it a firm smack.

She yelped in surprise.

“I want to fuck you here.”

Laura deftly climbed to the back row of seats, where she laid between car seats. She pulled up her dress high, exposing her young pussy. I followed her ravenously.

Between her legs, I only paused for a second, stopping to briefly tease her. I slid inside effortlessly.

We began to fuck. Hard and primal. Urgent.

The car windows fogged. I went hard and emek escort fast, making up for every second I’d been gone over the last weeks. Laura’s nails dug into my shoulders. We sent a car seat cup holder flying.

“Fuck me harder!” The car rocked with our motion.

Feeling the inevitable, I hastily pulled out. Laura didn’t waste a second, she grabbed my throbbing cock and stroked for every last drop of cum.

A few moments later, we noticed that I’d made a huge mess- her belly, thighs and most of her dress were splattered with cum.

Two weeks worth of release.

We had a good, awkward laugh about it.

———-

“See you next time,” she tersely quipped, after a few quick kisses.

Flushed and barely hiding the stains on her dress, Laura made a quick dash for the house.

——-

I arrived home. The kids were asleep. My wife stood in the kitchen, arms crossed.

“Did you guys have fun?” she asked, without missing a beat.

Caught, I said nothing.

“I hope that you’re ready for round two.”

My wife dropped her silk kimono robe. It bunched on the floor around her ankles.

Underneath, she was fully nude. As she strut towards me, I noticed her nipples hard, her lips swollen.

Her hands lay on my chest.

“I want to taste her on you” she breathed.

I felt myself stir with arousal.

I really love our arrangement.

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Caged

Chapter 6

The little clearing looked just the same as Blue remembered it, except that a bare circle of stones marked the fire and a litter of brilliantly orange and red leaves replaced the furs where she’d spent her last night in Galen’s arms. Being experience travelers all, they made camp well before the sun vanished with a last purple gasp below the horizon. Three oilcloth tents sprung up around the crackling fire. Arno and Creo shared. Reece had his own, lopsided and sloping downward on a poorly chosen plot. Vlad, after seeing to the horses, had resolved to sleep in the wagon, “Anybody steals it, they take me with.”

Blue did not mind sharing with Larch. He rarely stank, never snored, and his feet weren’t icicles if weather forced them to huddle for warmth. She did not mind, normally.

But with Reece’s touch on her throat lingering like a sordid daydream, the last person Blue wanted in her bedroll was Larch, interrupting arsehole. Half an hour later with his news this morning, she could have cum at least once, maybe twice. Instead, desire rolled like a lead weight in her pelvis.

She shucked her armor and padded tunic with a groan. Her spine popped and shoulders. The dull pressure in her ribs eased as she stretched left and right. And then she felt eyes on her. Reece’s pretty ünye escort blue eyes, almost too dark in his pale face, swept down her body and up again. The ping and stretch of her tendons could not compare to the thrill of hearing that small catch in his breath.

That settles that. Blue unwound herself to find a comfortable seat in the light of the flames and rifled through pouches for her herbs. Dried leaves of Feverfew, ground Goldenseal root, purple Echinacea petals, a knuckle width of precious Ginger.

Finally, wedged deep, beneath a well-worn roll of healer’s tools, she found the waxed cloth enfolding delicate seeds and leaves of deepest red.

“Mother’s wort?” Larch sat with that cat-like grace that Blue so envied.

She smacked away his inquisitive fingers, and tucked the package into her breast pocket lest he scatter its contents. “Do you just float above the crunchy leaves?”

“Aye, wings on my boots.” Larch poked at her again and pawed through the remaining satchels. “That was mother’s wort, no? Thought it didn’t grow this time of year.” The rough grind of his teasing wound her nerves tight enough to snap.

Mother’s wort only grew in warm, damp seasons. Flowering vines that choked the life from oak trees. Dried, the plant proved a reliable contraceptive. şanlıurfa escort It cost twice a gold-weight and its expense had sent many a girl into Blue’s open, safe, arms.

“It doesn’t. Need to restock at the next temple.” Blue ripped the tie from her braid and began to unwind the strands, her yellow hair almost orange in the sunset.

With a reproachful cluck, Larch untangled her fingers and took over himself. He was patient with the knots, easing them free, and carding through with easy dexterity. Blue had always just yanked mats loose; she had plenty hair to spare. But Larch had clever hands and a fastidious nature. She melted into the scratch of nails on scalp. Spine unlocking, joints softening into the familiar.

Larch leaned forward and hooked his chin over her shoulder, “Takin’ Vlad to bed, then?”

Blue jerked, cracking his teeth together, and hissed, “Vlad? That honey-hair’d lass suck your brain out yer cock?”

“An attempt was made, aye,” A drop of blood blossomed at the corner of his mouth.. “Why not Vlad? Man’s funny, monied, and got biceps thick as yer thighs.”

“Older than my father and paying boss, besides.” Blue grabbed his stubble rough chin and inspected the minute wound. Fingers pinching the softness of his lower lip. Not a ürgüp escort mortal wound, alas.

“Skill comes from age.” Larch captured her middle finger between his square front teeth.

Until she wrenched it free. “Ye have my blessing to fuck him yourself, then.”

Eyebrows twisted into an exaggerate leer, Larch looked over her shoulder to where Vlad cursed with efficacy only born at sea. He tossed down an ale barrel as big around as his own belly. His smoking pipe barely bobbled. “Too much a man fer me, Blue.”

The stippled dusk painted across his pale face like a bruise, Reece snagged her gaze. Something presumable edible boiled in a dent iron cook pot. Long, tall body folded into a soft, male shape atop a fallen log. Knees bent and spread. Robe too loose to really tell, but Blue’s imagination peeled him down to naked, pink skin. The broad roll of shoulders. Long line of spine. Ropy muscle pulled taut against rib and stomach. Sharp vee of hipbone a frame and lure towards his groin.

She felt the scalding blush creep up her chest and throat. Echoed in his cheeks.

“Blue,” Larch jabbed an elbow into her waist.

“Fuck off,” Blue started to shrug him off and rise, but he put one of those clever hands to her cheek.

“Just be careful with the priestling.” Thumb pressed to the dimple in her chin. Bottle green eyes glittered with earnestness. “What the church takes, the church keeps.”

“Cockbrain,” Blue thunked a fist against his sternum just hard enough to force a sharp exhale from his lungs. “And give up all this? Ne’er.”

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Chapter 6: Backdoor

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“Thought you’d gotten away from us, didn’t you?”

She blinked her heavy eyelids. The bright light caused her to wince. Was she seeing things? Above her stood a man in dark blue leather… but was his skin blue as well? Yes, it was! His skin was completely blue! His face was crisscrossed by scars including a large one that sliced down his lips. His hair was pure white. Half of it was chopped short while the other part was a few inches longer, though not at all long, and had a few decorative braids. He grinned at her, showing off large canines that were at least twice as wide as a normal human’s. She could see a belt of knives that hung across his chest and a — well, it looked like a two-pronged harpoon – on his back.

She tried to push herself up, to scramble away, but she couldn’t. She could barely even move. She fell back down, lying with her face flat in the dirt. “Just kill me now and get it over with,” she mumbled.

“So, the Korsuch touched you. That’ll make this easier.” He turned and called out, “I’ve found it! Let’s hurry, I don’t think it’s got much longer.”

She limply allowed them to pick her up. “Bona Serat Corsar! I think it’s a female!” One of them said.

“Really?” He stepped up and looked her over, she could practically feel his eyes on her breasts. She’s slap him if she had the energy. “I think you’re right. Donil will be excited.”

“You want to eat me while I’m still alive, don’t you?” she said bitterly as her head swam. She fought to keep conscious. “Suck the blood out of my still beating heart… Sacrifice me to your god, Donil…”

The scarred lips parted in a laugh as she lost consciousness.

Lindsay blinked as a bright light shined in her eyes. She sat up looking around at the clean white walls of a small, empty room with sun streaming in through the window onto her bed. Where was she? Was she still in The Hollow and that had been a nightmare? Or had it all been a nightmare and she was still in Reno?

It looked like she was in some kind of nurse’s office from her high school days – not as nice as a doctor’s office, but definitely medical. Maybe a first aid station at one of the casinos? Her fingers brushed a woven mat beneath her mattress. Scanning the room, it definitely had a Tiki bar feel, even the window wasn’t a normal one but had long wooden slats on it instead of a glass pane. Maybe it was a Hawaiian theme? But she couldn’t remember going to a Tiki casino. Then again, depending on what had happened, she might not. Maybe she’d been knocked out?

She looked down and saw she was wearing some sort of light green medical dress. At least it was cloth and not those cheap papery medical gowns. She winced. “Oh, my head!” she said, gingerly touching it. Everything felt stiff. She searched for a call button by the bed, but found none. It was definitely a first aid station. She stood up and made her way to the slightly ajar door.

“Hello?” she called, not wanting to open it too far, just enough to peek into the hall. “Hello? Is anybody there?”

The blue face of a stunningly beautiful woman popped out from another room. “Oh good,” she said. “The Bona Serat Corsar said he thought you’d been touched by the Korsuch. We know that for certain, now.”

The woman hurried over to the room and opened the door. She was completely blue from her head to her toes, except for her hair, which was pure white, matching her very unusual outfit. She was wearing a white dress – at least the bottom part was kind of a dress… It covered the front of her legs zonguldak escort from her hips to her knees but had a high slit on both sides so her shapely blue thighs were completely visible. The dress was belted with single thong of leather tied in the front. From that came two pieces of white cloth that were tied around her neck and just covered her breasts. It didn’t leave much to the imagination and also Lindsay absolutely wanted one for the pool. Perhaps they sold them in the gift shop?

“So, is this like some Avatar themed place and you’re supposed to be a budget Na’avi?” she said, still clinging to the hope that this was all just Nevada.

The woman’s plum colored mouth twitched down and she shrugged. “I don’t understand what a Na’avi is, so maybe.” The woman guided her to the bed. “You should sit down, you’re still recovering; we wouldn’t want you to faint. You lost a lot of blood in the woods. You were lucky the Bona Serat Corsar found you in time.”

Lindsay fell back on the bed. It was real. It was all real. She pulled up the sleeve on her gown and sure enough, there was her forearm with a chunk of muscle taken out of it; but now it was closed by a piece of something vaguely paper-like stitched over it. The woman poured a pitcher of water into a bowl and proceeded to wash her hands. “You’ll have to excuse me, we haven’t gotten the water running yet.” She pulled out a metal rod. “Let me check your side. Just lift your gown.”

Lindsay did as she was told, lifting the gown. She looked. There was a long line of fine stitches with another paper-thing stitched onto the wound. “It looks like it’s healing nicely. Don’t worry, the second skin will fall off when it heals. I wanted to do a skin transplant so your arm would be a little neater, but I was afraid if I used ours it wouldn’t take.” She stared at Lindsay’s torso. “I love your body. It’s so exotic!” she gushed.

Lindsay wasn’t sure what to say to that. “Thank you…”

The woman lifted her head, staring at her with gold flecked indigo blue irises. “Are you really a female of your race?”

“Yes… last time I checked.”

“It’s really wonderful! We had wondered. I always thought those other ones were males.”‘

Lindsay perked up. “Are you saying there are others here like me?”

“No, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get your hopes up.” She took out something that looked a bit like a stethoscope but with a strange triangular cup at the end. “I’m going to pull up your gown at the back now and check your breathing. Now, breathe deeply. Good.” She moved the cup around. “Your breathing sounds good.” She hung the instrument around her neck. “I meant the others I dissected.”

“Dissected!”

“Oh! Sorry! That would sound alarming. They were already dead. Well, we did manage to get one here alive but he died not long after. But I got to see how you breathe, which was good. It’s so strange you only have one heart.”

“I don’t see what’s so strange about that,” Lindsay said, defensively.

“Well it’s very… efficient. But I think our two work better and they take far less space. Here, you can feel them.” She took Lindsay’s hands and placed them on either side of her chest. Lindsay felt a faint beating under her fingers.

She withdrew her hands, trying not to blush, wanting to change the subject to something, anything other than comparing their different physiologies by touch. “What happened to them? The others?”

“They were killed by the Nobillo, as you almost were. You’re very lucky, most görele escort of them don’t even realize they’re about to die until the Nobillo slices them open. The ceremony is a really horrible thing. I saw it once, from a distance. Some of them manage to make it to the woods, but often die of their wounds or are eaten by sheerlacs before we can find them.”

Lindsay thought for a moment recalling her own escape. “Why didn’t the… the Nobillo… follow me into the woods?”

“With their wings they can’t move around very well, if one of our patrols catches them they won’t be able to escape. Perhaps, a few years ago, they might have thought it worth the risk, but now that they have a steady stream of you- What do you call yourselves anyway?”

“Humans.”

“Yoo-mans, well now that they have a steady stream of yoo-mans from the gate, they don’t feel that risking the life of a Nobillo is worth the life of a human. I mean, if you’re too damaged for the ceremony the only purpose you serve is to be eaten.”

“They were going to eat me?!” Lindsay shuddered.

“Oh yes, well either way they would have, as I said, a horrible thing to watch. But they would have kept your heart. And a few other parts, but I’m not sure what those do.”

Lindsay sat silently a minute as the blue woman poked and prodded at her. Then a thought occurred to her. “Wait… how do you know English?”

“Ingish? No. I don’t know it. Here, look at your arm.” She picked up Lindsay’s arm and showed an area that looked as though it had been stabbed with a dozen needles. “That is where the Korsuch touched you. When they do they insert nanobots into your skin. They go to your brain and translate the words you say so you speak and understand our language.”

Lindsay was incredulous. “So, you’re saying they have nanobots and you don’t even have running water?”

“We used to all have technology like that but… it’s a long story and I’m sure Sirix would rather be the one to tell it. He knows it a lot better than me. His grandfather was Bona Serat Corsar when the Citadel fell.”

Lindsay looked confused. “Who is Sirix?”

“Oh, I’m sorry. He’s the Bona Serat Corsar of the Bonat.” Lindsay guessed this meant he was some kind of king. “He’s the one who found you.”

“The one with the scars?” Lindsay wasn’t sure she was remembering correctly.

“Yes, he’s fought bravely against the Nobillo many times. Without him, the Bonat would be no more.”

And I’d be a flying freak’s dinner, Lindsay thought to herself. “So his name is Sirix. What’s your name?”

“Oh! I’m sorry, I was so excited I forget to tell you. My name is Donil. I’m a healer. Well, you could say I’m the chief healer of this settlement.”

Okay, now Lindsay could see why he laughed. Though Donil did certainly look like a goddess, she was more likely to chat her to death than demand a blood sacrifice. She extended her hand with a smile. “My name is Lindsay.”

“Indsayee?” Donil tried to repeat, ignoring the hand entirely.

“No, Lindsay with a Li.”

“Ih… ih…” Donil tried. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure how to say it.”

“It’s like when you said English… Wait… say English again.”

“Ingish.”

“Now humans.”

“Yoomans.”

“That’s weird. Why are the nanobots able to translate everything but names?”

“It might be because of the databases, they don’t recognize proper names as words and so they default to my pronunciation. I wonder if it could be done for other words. If I could learn to speak Ingish.” Donil seemed far too excited, in Lindsay’s opinion, for something as boring as learning another language. She had two years of Spanish and she could barely ask where the bathroom was.

Donil smiled, putting away her stethoscope-thing. “I wish I could talk to you for hours, but you should rest. I’ll tell Sirix you’re awake. He’s been checking on you every day.”

Lindsay started. “Every day? How long was I out?”

“Six days. You were very lucky. I wasn’t sure you’d make it. Yooman females must be very resilient. I was especially worried when you started bleeding from between your legs that you had some sort of internal injury, but I couldn’t find anything. Fortunately, it stopped on its own after a few days, but you may want to be careful, just in case.”

Lindsay turned bright red. Going off her birth control suddenly, combined with the stress and the injuries, must have triggered her period while she was out. “No… That’s normal,” she said shyly. “It happens to human females every month.”

“Really? Is there a reason for it or does it just happen?”

She absolutely did not want to talk about periods and human reproduction with a weird blue alien she’d just met. “I’m feeling a bit tired. Do you mind if I rest?”

“Oh, of course. I’ll go speak to Sirix. I need to see him anyway.” She seemed to unconsciously touch her belly as she said it. “I’ll leave you alone. Come get me if you need anything. The toilet is over there.” She walked out of the room.

The toilet was just a bowl in the corner of the room attached to a piece of wooden pipe, but once Donil mentioned it, Lindsay realized the painful pressure in her bladder. She walked over to it, lifting the lid. Ugh! That smell! It was like the lid was the only thing keeping it from stinking up the room. She held her nose.

Then again, looking at it, she could see grass at the other end of the pipe. Grass and the something she could guess was making that smell covered in iridescent bug-like creatures. “What kind of place is this?” she said in disgust as she quickly used the toilet and slammed the lid shut.

She rinsed her hands in the water bowl and lay back down on the bed, staring at the wood panels on the ceiling. They looked like they’d been used and reused dozens of times and they barely fit together anymore. It didn’t look like a nurse’s office, she realized, it looked like some sort of Doctors Without Borders hospital, like a mobile military hospital.

She pulled herself up to look out the window. She could see blue aliens, most dressed in brown cloth and leather clothing with green stripes across their bodies and carrying those double pronged harpoon-like weapons on their backs, walking to and from a few large buildings. One was a huge tent-like structure covered in branches. Another was built from something like bamboo, it was longer than it was wide and half hidden in the trees. Like the large tent, it was covered in tree branches as well. Water flowed from one corner of it, cutting a small stream along the edge of the camp.

Lindsay cursed, falling back on the bed. She wasn’t in some odd alien town; she was in a military encampment! Which meant she’d ended up in the middle of a war and, from the looks of things, she wasn’t on the winning side.

She had to get back home! Even being captured by the Spook Force suddenly seemed like a great option – everything was better than being eaten alive by psychotic bird people with spears! Maybe, if she cooperated, the Spook Force would treat her well – at the very least they wouldn’t eat her heart while she watched.

That is, if there was a way home.

Despite her mind being full of an avalanche of terrible thoughts, sleep quickly overtook her. 

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Ch 13 – Answers

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Allen woke up with an achingly hard stiffie.

Fuck! Allen woke up with an aching slab of morning wood! He urgently wrapped his hand around it to feel it, to confirm it. It was solid. It was his cock. He was fucking back! He leapt up and marveled at its heft and weight in his hand.

Fuck! He had to piss so fucking bad!

He made his way to the guest bathroom only to find Jen there already, squatting on the pot and tinkling.

“Allen,” she breathed, as the last of her urine dribbled out into the toilet.

“Jen! Fuck,” he stammered. She leapt off the porcelain, not even bothering to wipe and wrapped him in a tight bear-hug.

Allen leaned into it, but, Fuck! He really had to pee!

Sensing this, Jen let go of him and stepped aside as he leaned over the toilet and pointed his erection at the bowl.

“Oh, my fuck, Allen!” Jen touched and checked herself all over as his morning piss splashed noisily into the toilet.

“Right,” Allen said. “We’re back. We’re okay, yeah? You okay?”

“I’m… I’m okay,” she assured him, “I’ll just… I’ll just let you finish up then and we can…”

“Yeah, okay” Allen said.

Jen padded from the room on bare feet and he watched her delicious ass cheeks churn as she did, reveling in the hard pulse of arousal that shot through his stiff cock as he watched her sexy butt. He had a cock again! Fuck, yes!

His morning ablutions completed, Allen wandered into the kitchen and discovered Sean leaning against the counter beside a brewing pot of coffee and busily stroking his cock. He was holding an empty coffee mug in front of it.

“We’re out of creamer,” Sean said calmly, “I thought I’d whip up a batch.”

Allen remembered playing with Sean’s hard cock yesterday. When he was in Jen’s body it felt almost normal that it made his mouth water and his pussy moisten. Now it felt a bit naughty and taboo that he found his mouth watering just the same. It was a pretty-looking cock, after all, pretty tasty looking.

“Can I give you a hand,” Allen offered, seeing that Sean hadn’t stopped stroking and was looking at him invitingly.

“How about a mouth? You’ve go such a nice, hot cockmouth on you.” Sean let’s go of his cock and pushed his hips forward, thrusting his pole towards Allen.

Allen took the coffee mug in one hand and dropped to his knees in front of Sean’s erect manhood. Sean sighed zara escort exultantly as Allen wrapped his fingers and then his mouth around Sean’s hard, primed member. Allen sensed that Sean was close already, and so he tugged back Sean’s foreskin and stroked him briskly, bobbing his mouth and tongue wetly on the shiny helmet and shaft until he felt and heard Sean start to cum. He held the mug up around Sean’s cockhead and stroked firmly and quickly to release Sean’s flow. Hot semen gushed into the waiting mug, filling it more than half full.

Allen stood up and put the mug on the counter. Sean stepped forward, bringing the hot shaft of his cock next to Allen’s own throbbing erection. Sean picked up the coffee cup and brought it to his lips as he wrapped his other hand around both their cocks. Sean’s prick was still slick with Allen’s spit and it lubricated Allen’s dick as Sean rubbed their poles together. Allen marveled at how hot Sean’s hard cock felt against his own.

Sean put the mug back on the counter and gripped Allen around the back of his neck, bringing their lips together. Sean pushed his tongue and a warm wash of his semen into Allen’s mouth. Allen felt his balls and cock clench at the naughty, sexy feeling of sharing a hot cum kiss with Sean.

Sean pulled away and reached for the mug again. He examined the remaining contents and remarked, “Looks like we could use more cream.” He sank to his knees in front of Allen’s throbbing morning wood. “Care to make a donation,” he intoned before wrapping his mouth around Allen’s hard cock. Again, it felt a bit weird and naughty, but after yesterday, Allan could hardly object.

“Um! Happy to contribute,” Allen gasped. Sean sucked him expertly. It was a little odd for Allen being himself again and having his cock in another guy’s mouth. At the same time, it was so fucking naughty. It was a huge turn on. Allen felt his cum rising quickly and forcefully.

“H’kah!” Sean gasped, unsheathing Allen’s cock and draining it into the mug. Allen ejaculated more than half a cup of cum, even after blowing th first couple of copious jets down Sean’s throat.

“Fuck! That felt so fucking good,” Allen gasped.

Sean locked eyes with Allen as he stood up. “Mmm! It feels so naughty sucking a cock now that I’ve got one too! Does it feel naughtier for you, too?”

Allen searched Sean’s eyes zeytinburnu escort and found… “Susan!?”

“Surprise, Sweetie! I guess we’re even now,” she smirked, pouring half their mixed semen into the other mug and then filling both up with fresh coffee.

She handed one steaming mug to Allen and winked, “Should we go wake me gently, she suggested. “I’m pretty sure Sean is going to have a lot of questions…”

They found Jen hugging Susan’s body tenderly, soothingly. Apparently, Sean – if that was him – was taking the switch relatively well.

“So this… this happened to you, too? But now you’re back?”

“Yeah, Sweetie,” she soothed. “It’s Sean,” she explained to Susan and Allen, then she stroked Sean’s hair back over his shoulder and cupped his face in her palm. “I don’t know what this is or how it happened or if it’ll be the same for you, and… Hellen?”

Hellen was in the doorway, but it clearly wasn’t her. She was marveling at her own tits and her thighs pumped nervously, squeezing the hand she’d thrust between them. “Sean,” she stammered at Susan. “I’ve got a vagina! A real vagina! Fuck! And boobs. These are Hellen’s boobs! Oh, Sean!”

She crossed the room in three swift steps and threw her arms around Susan, who cradled her tenderly and murmured, “It’s okay. Everything’s going to be alright. Just relax. Breathe. Take a moment,” she offered, her hands soothing against Hellen’s back.

“How….” not-Hellen asked, pulling away from Susan.

“We don’t know,” Susan admitted. “But,… let me introduce you to some friends,” she offered. “This is Allen, and Jen,” she said, pointing at each in turn, “A couple of days ago, they switched bodies inexplicably,” she continued, “but now they’re both back.”

“So it’s not…”

“We’re not sure about anything,” Susan caveated, “but this morning, I… I’m Susan,” she said, “that’s my body,” she pointed at Sean, “but I woke up here,” she slid her hand across her front.

“Sean,” she asked, looking from Susan to Sean.

He nodded.

“I’m Ruby,” she said.

“Oh, Ruby,” Sean said, rising and moving to comfort her, “this must be so… for you, this must be so…”

“I thought I was dreaming,” Ruby confessed, “but like a dream come true! I’m so fucking pretty,” she gushed, sliding her palms along her flanks and gyrating her hips lasciviously. zonguldak escort “And fuck! Do I ever want some cock right now,” she gushed in a husky, throaty voice that conveyed the depths of her desire.

“I was the same way,” Allen reassured her.

“Fuck, I am the same way,” Sean added.

Jen looked across the group of leaderless gendernauts and decided to take charge of the mess. “Susan,” she coaxed, slipping one hand through the arm that Susan had bent against her hip, “why don’t you and Allen see about providing some transitional therapy for Ruby and Sean here, and I’ll go see if I can find where or who Hellen’s got to, hmm?”

They both nodded, Susan reaching her hand out to Ruby and Allen moving to stand next to Sean.

“Ruby, are you in Hellen’s phone contacts,” Jen asked.

“I should be,” she said a bit nervously, “Um… if you don’t find a Ruby, look for Jeff R or maybe Vee,” she offered without further explanation.

Allen eagerly steered Susan towards the couch and Susan held Ruby’s hands as she backed towards the love seat by the window. Ruby reached out her hands and cradled Susan’s cock in her palm. “Fuck I love your cock, Sea… Susan! I want it so fucking bad!”

Jen left them to it, heading towards the master bedroom to find Hellen’s phone.

The doorbell rang.

Jen was stark naked. But, answering the door naked would probably be the least naughty thing she’d done recently, so she thought nothing of striding bare-assed through the entryway and pulling open the big front door.

In front of her was an absolute vision. Jen took in all five foot nine of the curvy monument to femininity that confronted her. Straight, auburn hair framed her lovely face, curling in to brush her neck where it met her shoulders. Thick-rimmed black glasses accentuated her large green eyes and rested atop a delightfully petite nose. Full sexy lips done up in dark red gloss.

Her neck was hidden under a pumpkin roll-neck sweater. Ripe, round breasts pushed out against the knit of it. Below its hem, a short pleated skirt of dark red wool concealed some of her generously curved thighs. Below it, shapely calves curved underneath sheer saffron-colored thigh-high stockings into black leather buckled pumps.

In short, this vision spoke directly to every one of Jen’s adolescent Velma fantasies. Jen glanced over the newcomer’s shoulder to see a turquoise-trimmed VW van parked in the laneway, completing the picture.

“Jen,” the vision said in a throaty alto voice,”you’re not gonna believe this, but…”

“Hello, Hellen,” Jen said, “come in! Let’s get a drink, huh? We’ve got a lot to talk about.

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Cassandra stumbled through the forest, shadows racing onwards around her as dusk settled over the whispering trees. The outfit chafed her; sweat stuck inside the leather, rubbing against her skin and making walking uncomfortable.

She considered taking off the skintight leather and walking barefoot through the forest, as the ground beneath her seemed reasonably soft, all fine moss and desiccated leaves dropped from the canopy during fall. It would also bring relief to her stretched and aching pussy, she reasoned. The plug had been in her for most of the day, and the dull ache that had started an hour back in her groin promised to become agonizing soon.

Frustrated, Cassandra stopped to unzip herself awkwardly, trying to reach the toggle nestled deep in the soft leather at the back of her neck. Hand straining at the angle, she managed to drag it down enough to loosen the upper part of the catsuit. Relief flooded through her at the taste of cool air against her chest, drying the sweat in the evening air and allowing her to breathe properly for what felt like the first time in days.

“It can’t be far… Azure told me to walk this way until I see the lights, or come across the path,” Cassandra thought as she began to walk onwards again, feeling more and more lost with each passing minute.

Just as the sun began to kiss the horizon, she came across a small wood track meandering through the trees. She walked along the path slowly, with a strained gait. Oblivious to her direction, she shuffled faster as she caught the scent of roasting meat wafting along towards her on the chilled night air.

Before long, Cassandra could see lantern light shining through the greenery ahead of her, and heard distinctly human sounding voices talking quietly over what she assumed was an open fire. The voices stopped abruptly as she stumbled into the clearing, drinking in the sight before her.

A small, ramshackle lodge built of rough logs faced onto a beaten, grassed area, dominated by a fire pit to the left. It was around this fire that the voices were coming from; two raggedly dressed men were sitting beside it staring at her mutely, grease from whatever they had been eating glistening in their beards.

Cassandra backpedaled away from the light in sheer panic at the sound of a voice she knew only too well began emanating from the rustic, shadowed lodge. “Back for more, little girl? I was wondering if you would come looking for me… And it seems like you found a few of my friends, too. Don’t worry — They won’t hurt you… Much. It’s not often men from outside get to play with the girls from the estate… Looks like you are going to have a busy night!” Wreath shouted gleefully, bounding towards her, arms outstretched.

He caught Cassandra from behind as she turned to run, grinding suggestively against her as he drooled in her ear, voice thick with drink. “You look starved, little bitch… yıldızeli escort And your hair is tangled, like a wild animal. There’s food for you, on the floor. Eat the meat rinds lying around the fire… No hands!” Wreath commanded, voice brooking no argument as he shoved Cassandra down into the sand beside the men, bringing gales of mirth from them as she sobbed, swallowing the slick, sandy morsels lying around her in the dirt.

Sudden pain buzzed through Cassandra’s body as Wreath kicked her between the legs, driving the plug further into her, dragging a sob of pain and humiliation from her tired body. The men in front of her had taken out their cocks, and were stroking themselves to hardness as their legs roughly rubbed her partially exposed breasts, the rubber soles from their boots leaving light score-marks on her tender, chafed flesh.

“Please… No… Please!” Cassandra screamed as Wreath yanked remorselessly at the zipper, pushing her around roughly in front of the men as she struggled in vain to stop him from removing the catsuit, the only thing remaining of her shredded dignity. “What was that, angel? No? Or please? I think I’ll go with please,” Wreath muttered as he shrugged out of his camo shorts, penis already starting to emerge from his genital slit in excitement.

The plug pulled out of Cassandra audibly as Wreath finished fighting Cassandra out of her clothes and settled behind her, penis already nudging against her aching pussy as he forced himself into her almost completely dry. Her scream of pain was cut short as one of the men chuckled cruelly and forced her head down over his cock, the salty taste of precum filling her mouth as she gave in, supine on all fours while Wreath began to fuck her in earnest from behind. Cassandra let the movement of Wreath’s hips slamming against her carry through her body, her lips sliding listlessly over the cock in front of her.

Gone in her own world, Cassandra barely noticed the dull sound of metal hitting flesh, nor the scrambling of the men in front of her as they stood and ran in abject terror, pants around their thighs as they struggled to dress themselves and get away from the hellfire apparition crouched beside Cassandra, ignoring Wreath’s naked body lying tangled in his own clothes off to the side.

Whispering to Cassandra as she combed her fingers through her knotted hair, Azure tried to keep anger from her voice at the scene she had just walked into. “It’s okay, I’m here… He can’t hurt you,” Azure said, ignoring Cassandra’s half mumbled complaints as she lifted her up, holding her steady as she guided Cassandra to the small lodge, and a bed. “Sleep, little fox… In the morning… Well, in the morning, we shall see,” Azure said in a calming tone, as Cassandra fell into a deep sleep, overtired mind and abused body claiming much needed rest.

Azure stood, surveying the room around her yozgat escort with satisfaction. Inside the lodge was completely open plan, meant for a one night stop over on long trips to the snow-capped mountains far to the east. There was a tiny bathing area, equipped with a single shower stall and wash basin, as well as an antiquated commode for taking care of nature’s dirtier duties. A simple galley kitchen and dining area completed the suite, obviously meant for a small group, no more than four, if the number of beds was taken into consideration.

Outside, Azure fetched her small bag, smiling wickedly as she thought of new uses for the toys she had meant to enjoy with Cassandra. She put the bag on the dining table inside, before going out one last time to drag Wreath in, only starting to stir and moan in pain, rubbing the welt on the side of his head left by the spade used for moving coals around in the fire that Azure had used to whack him.

In his confused state, Wreath yielded easily to her and was soon secured by the wrists to one of the low hanging beams inside the lodge with a length of dirty hemp rope Azure had found in one of the supply cabinets.

Azure roughly shoved a gag made of old rags into Wreath’s mouth as he came to, grinning at the panicked look in his bulging eyes. “You won’t be abusing Cassandra anymore, sweetheart. Actually, I think she might abuse you, soon,” Azure purred, as she began meticulously placing the contents of the bag out on the table in front of him.

Wreath moaned incoherently around the gag as he saw what was being set down on the table; a little worn wooden paddle, some mean looking clamps and last of all a massive, violet coloured strap on dildo. “I meant for Cassandra to find this place unoccupied. I meant to meet her here tonight, and give her what she gave me earlier today. You changed that, Wreath. But it’s okay. We will play with you, instead. If you are good, we might even let you go… Maybe,” Azure said amiably, before prancing happily toward the tiny bed where Cassandra was pressed up against the wooden wall, snoring softly.

Sneaking into the bed, Azure wrapped her arms protectively around Cassandra, dozing off to sleep with happy thoughts of revenge punctuated by the pleading moans of the man strung up at the other end of the lodge.

Morning came quickly upon the sleeping pair, throwing warm rays through the dusty window against the entwined forms slumbering in the rickety bed. Azure woke slowly, nuzzling Cassandra’s neck and nipping at her earlobe to bring her awake. “Go and shower, pet, and then we can play with the toy I have waiting for us,” Azure said, slapping Cassandra’s rump playfully as she groaned, levering her naked body out of the bed and diving into the shower, sluicing her body with cold water, washing away the dirt and grime.

Azure sat staring at Wreath for a while, luxuriating in yüreğir escort the feel of a successful hunt before walking over to him and ripping out the gag rudely, startling him. “Please, Azure, I meant no harm by it… Cassandra wanted it! Don’t do this to me!” He said, eyes streaming tears. “You want out from the rope? Do your wrists hurt?” Azure asked wickedly, standing roughshod on his toes. “You will be our bitch, just as you wanted Cassandra to be yours, Wreath.” She stated firmly as she absently picked up two of the wire clamps and cruelly snapped them shut on his nipples, pinching the skin and drawing a scarlet drop of blood.

Cassandra stood mute behind Azure, wet hair lying flat against her snowy skin. “Is that what I think it is?” She asked with a vicious grin, looking first at the strapon before allowing her gave to drift towards Wreath with wide eyed glee.

“Let me get him warmed up for you, little fox…” Azure purred, as she walked behind Wreath with the paddle. She began to spank him slowly, aiming for the spot just below his buttocks. Wreath stood mutely, eyes wet and arms immobile as Azure worked him over, beating him with the small paddle, laughing as he flinched away from every blow.

Cassandra slid the strapon up her legs, trying it on while Azure loosened the rope and forced Wreath to the floor, kicking his legs apart and grabbing his balls, twisting them roughly. “Be a good bitch, now, Wreath,” she said, as she sat on the chair in front of him and forced his tongue onto her pussy, making him gag.

Cassandra got down on her knees behind Wreath with thoughts of vengeance running through her mind as she grabbed him by the hips and forced the head of the dildo into is anus, driving it into him with wicked delight. Wreath screamed in abject pain as Cassandra started to fuck him with a rough rhythm, pulling out slowly before ramming into him, forcing the dry ridges on the dildo to catch and scrape against the inside of his ass.

“You know, when that cock of yours is hidden in your slit, you look a lot like a girl, Wreath. I think we can help you with that… How would you like to wear my catsuit? Azure can slip a padlock through the zip before we let you go,” Cassandra whispered as she started grunting, the small nub inside the harness rubbing against her clit.

Locking eyes with Azure, she fucked Wreath with more force, trying to time her orgasm with Azure’s. Wreath, seeing an end to his torment, ignored the pain and slid backwards on the dildo, wriggling from side to side, trying to help Cassandra cum. Azure came suddenly, legs shuddering, hands forcing Wreath’s head lower, forcing his tongue deeper into her as Cassandra jolted forward as she came, leaning over Wreath and moaning ecstatically, her thighs damp with her own juices.

Cassandra pulled out of Wreath as Azure helped the broken man to his feet and wordlessly handed him the catsuit. Laughing, she forced the plug into his gaping rear and zipped him up, locking him into the suit. “I’ll keep the keys, Wreath. Get out of here,” Azure ordered, pushing him towards the door. “Touch Cassandra again and I’ll make sure it’s a male that fucks you next time, bitch.”

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First and foremost, my apologies for the first version. New writer, little nervous. Here’s a more finished product, enjoy!

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Waking up somewhat on the early side, grumbling with frustration, and with the taste of several different flavors of alcohol on the tongue was never a good way to start off the day. After a strong cup of coffee and a very long hot shower, Pslyder left a note for PJ on the door to her room and headed off to the salon, deciding a walk might do him some good. Work some of the kinks of last night’s fist-fighting tournament out and such.

He arrived at the salon where he was starting his first day as a masseur in relatively short order, and noticed Kaja Adair, his boss, just getting ready to lock up. “Hoi, Kaj’,” he mumbled with just a hint of frustration in his voice, “leavin’ already?”

“Yeah,” she said, noting said his frustration but too busy to comment on it, “Tic’s still sore’n such, so I’m gonna take tha day off ta take care of ‘im. I left a note fer Alicia an’ you, but if yer already here, I guess you c’n take a few clients t’day. Up ta y’all.” Ticallion Carter was Kaja’s fiancé, and Alicia Mulland was her aide de camp in terms of making women feel better about how they looked. Her talents with hair-styling were rapidly becoming legendary.

Muttering something bordering on an apology while on her way out the door, Pslyder watched Kaja ride off on her bike, and then went inside to prepare for whatever clients might happen to come his way. He made a couple of phone calls to acquire more furniture for his studio, and was just about ready to wait for customers o arrive when the door swung slowly open.

Hearing a female voice call out, “Anybody here?” with some concern, made him believe the opportunity to meet Alicia would be happening sooner than he’d thought.

Psly knew that Alicia was a huge fan of his from all the televised tournaments and such, and went along with Kaja’s plan to shock the living hell out of her by working here at Bella Sera’s Salon. He wondered just how shocked she would be. Hearing footsteps, he guessed he wouldn’t have to wait long to find out.

Psly chuckled softly under his breath, and changed his voice slightly to reply. “Yeah, ‘m here.”

“That you, Tommy? The worrying tone was becoming increasingly evident in her voice. “Where’s Kaja? What’s going on?” Looking around the waiting room, Alicia started to search for something, anything to possibly defend herself with. Things were looking pretty strange: Kaja’s bike wasn’t in its usual parking space and it wasn’t like her to leave the door unlocked like that. What the hell was going on.

When Psly slowly walked out of his office, dressed in his ‘uniform’, white tank top, tight blue jeans, soft boots, and hair down, he struggled manfully to reply to the stunned female in standing in the waiting room, holding what appeared to be a bottle of …wine. It took a lot for him not to laugh at Alicia, who looked, now she’d given him the once over, like she was going to faint. How could anyone lose it just by looking at him. And what was with the bottle she was clutching like a club?

“She’s gone home ta take care’a Tical,” he said trying hard to hold in the emerging grin. “He’s still a might sore after tha tournament las’ night. Looks like it’s just you’n me, chica.” His southern roots were evident in his speech, but his pointed ears spoke volumes about his heritage.

While Psly was a study in male eye candy, standing a good 6’5″ tall with even skin tone, long black hair, and piercing eyes just this side of sky blue. Alicia was a complete contrast: 5’4,” maybe 100 lbs., chocolate brown hair and smoky gray eyes, which were quick to take in everything around her.

“Tom…? AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH!” she screamed. “You’re not Tommy! You’re . . .you’re . . .AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!

Wincing somewhat from the assault on his ears, he took up a lean against the wall. “Y’know. . .yer gon’ go hoarse screamin’ like thaht. . .Yes, Ah’m ‘Tommy’. Part’a mah middle name, y’scan? Kaj’ thought it’d be a right fun joke. Ah’m tha new masseur here.” he said with a wry smirk.

Pslyder: a.k.a. Frederick Thomas Alexander. Former enforcer and bodyguard, with several cybernetic enhancements, that although mainly intended for combat, were serving a much more relaxing purpose here in this world he’d found himself working in.

“Oh. . .my. . .GOD!!!! No way! No way in hell! YOU’RE working HERE????”

Chuckling softly, he said, “Yup. Ah guess ya ain’t heard yet ’bout tha ‘company employee benefit program.’…”

“OhmygodohmygodohmyGOD!!!”

With an exasperated sigh, he slid a chair over to her. “Spirits, toots, cop’a squat before you pass out or somethin’. . .You’re actin’ like Ah’m some kind of big shot or somethin’. . .makin’ me nervous. . .” Psly couldn’t help but smile at that: him as Mr Bigshot, a guy who could stun women into silence..

With Alicia slumped down into the seat, eyes wide and staring. Psly noted, even for a half-fairy, that wasn’t healthy, and to cap it all off, she was starting yeşilköy escort to hyperventilate. Taking the bottle she’d been holding, he stepped over to the mini-fridge, asking her if a glass of wine would help settle her Somewhat. Taking her lack of response as an affirmative and the evidence of several similar cold bottles, he poured her a large glass of Chardonnay. He actually had to place it into her hand; she appeared to be still in that much shock.

“Here. Drink. Be calm. Ah don’ bite…much.”

After another chuckle at his last comment, Psly went back into his studio, so that Alicia could recuperate And relax. Hoping that some time alone would give her a chance to become accustomed to his presence. It was clear that he flustered her…a lot. He didn’t want to be impressed by that, or become big -headed, but it felt good to know that he could make a girl speechless. Okay, he conceded to himself, so maybe he was big -headed and that being the case, was it really a bad thing. Whistling to himself, he got down to work.

“Ok, get a grip, girl. Yes, he’s working here. You’re working here. You get to stare at that ass all.. .gah…” It had taken Alicia about ten minutes and frequent gulps of the wine Psly had poured her, before she felt coherent enough and steady enough to stand. Shakily, she got herself another glass of wine, gulping that down too, certain that the alcohol was helping her calm down.

What didn’t help her stress levels, was reading the note she’d just found whilst walking back to her chair. Kaja’s cheery note stating the new masseur had started, and if it wasn’t busy, employees got free massages. That set off a whole new level of giddiness, and Touch of tingling to boot.

“I’ve gotta be dreaming,” she muttered absentmindedly to herself. I could hang up the ‘Closed’ sign and let him rub me down all damn day. . .there is no way on earth I’m this lucky. Ok, get a grip, damnit! I don’t NEED to think of him running those hands, oils, shirtless, eep!”

She was glad that he had left the room, it was clear that being in the same room, did things to her mind and her libido. In fact, if she were honest, it didn’t take being in his presence to make her fantasize like mad about Psly. Having met him was enough: she now had ample material to get her imagination going. Knowing that he was in the next room was sending her over the edge.

Even half-fairies needed release sometimes, and she dashed to the bathroom just for that purpose. Thoughts of what he’d do during a massage and being that close to her had her biting her jacket as she slipped her hand underneath her skirt, and down to her clit, rubbing away that itch furiously. It only took her a couple of minutes, but she had to fight to keep from screaming; damn, he was good. Her head was still spinning minutes after her orgasm. Alicia wondered if he was this good in her fantasies, what would it be like if they really got it on.

Meanwhile, Psly was simply setting up for the day, making sure he had plenty of oil bottles in the warmer, towels in the steamer, and incense stocked and ready to go. A quick check over his inventory and a couple of phone calls to suppliers ensured he wouldn’t be running out any time soon. He stepped out onto the porch to smoke a cigarette, and try desperately not to think about some of the women he hadn’t been able to hook up with due to the tournament.

Alicia carefully made her way out of the bathroom, keeping a hand on the wall to hold herself steady, and noticed him standing on the porch, cigarette in hand, looking off into the distance. Quickly hiding around the corner of her studio, she peeked out to take in the full view. Her eyes traveled from his boots all they way up to that hair, not wanting to blink for fear of it being a dream and she’d wake up.

She felt that tingle start up again, and thought “Oh god… please let this not be a dream…and please don’t let him think I’m weird for spending the day in the bathroom….” Without thinking too much about it, her hand had trailed down again, and she let out a soft whimper as she watched him, her fingers sliding in and out of her hole with unsurprising ease.

Dragging on his cigarette, Psly sighed “Today’s gonna be slow, Ah’m guessin’…” Blowing out a plume of smoke, he thought about how to kill some time. Eventually settling on eating; eating was always good.

“Ah think Ah’ll order some pizza or somethin’ to that effect,” he decided aloud, trying to fill the silence of what looked like being a long, long day.

Before a quick call to the local pizza joint, he called out to Alicia to find out what she wanted on hers.

“Eep! Anything’s fine! Oh god…” she murmured the last as she shrank back into her studio, hoping he didn’t see what she was doing to herself, but unable to stop. She was sooooo close again; her fingers circling her clit as she kneaded her small breasts with her free hand.

“A’ight, two meat lovers an’ a veggie. Pier 24. Cash. Thanks, chummer.” Having a phone in one’s arm definitely had its advantages. He finished yeşilyurt escort his cigarette and quietly walked back to his studio.

He paused before opening his door, eyebrows quirked, upon hearing little moans of pleasure from her studio. Laughing quietly he closed the door behind himself. Alicia had the right idea- they weren’t busy after all – and it had a lot more merit than food. He wouldn’t mind being ‘relaxed’ too, however, knowing that the pizza would soon be arriving, he settled for turning on an ambient CD. He couldn’t help but notice how much he was compromising.

“Oooooohhh God…” Alicia shuddered, coming back down slowly in uneven breaths. Hearing the music, she almost choked on an involuntary “Oh shit.” Had he heard her? She’d been pretty vocal and the music wasn’t that loud.

Checking her appearance over quickly in the mirror, she hoped it would be possible to hide what a mess she felt like. Her shirt was quite crumpled where she’d been clutching it, and she was downright soaked with sweat, and in one place, with fluids that had nothing to do with sweat….

“Oh fuck!” She groaned. “He’s gonna see this! He’s gonna think I’m nuts or something!”

She snuck into the bathroom again to try and get cleaned up. A few splashes of water over her face had her feeling a little less flushed, but there was no real way to hide the arousal. She sighed, and made her way back to the waiting room, taking a seat behind the desk, and tried desperately not to think about the elf in the back room…with the muscles…and the ass…and the hair.

Psly came out to pay for the pizza, observing her sitting at the desk in reception, staring off into space, half a bottle of wine in front of her. Smiling to himself, he guessed she needed a little help with her relaxation. He wondered if she’d be open to options other than alcohol; it would sure solve some of his own problems. Softly chuckling at the thought, he went outside and waited the few minutes it would take for the delivery boy to arrive.

After paying, with a hefty tip to ensure rapid service in the future, he brought the pizzas back inside, setting the veggie one in front of her.

He got himself a beer from the fridge, and sat in one of the other chairs, chuckling as he saw her still sat motionless, apart from her eyes slowly blinking blankly at the pizza box. Popping the top on the bottle and grabbing a slice, he said “Better eat b’fore it gets cold…cold pizza’s only good fer breakfast, y’know.”

It took Alicia just a little while to realize Pslyder was talking to her. Distractedly, she took a slice out of the box, frowning at the olives, and picking them off before taking a bite.

As she chewed mechanically, random thought ran through her mind. ‘He works here. He’s sitting right over there. He bought me pizza. He’s looking at me. He’s looking at me! He’s talking to me! ‘

Realizing she hadn’t replied to his comment, Alicia looked up, finally giving him the eye contact she dreaded. Maybe it was too soon: her mind went completely blank, leaving her desperate to think of anything to say. Freezing totally, all she could cleverly utter was “Huh?”

“Ah said, Ah’m jus’ a reg’lar fella, y’know. Normal guy. Ah gots mah faults’n stuff, jus’ like ev’rybody else. Put mah pants on one leg at a time, jus’ like ev’rybody else,. . .when Ah wear ’em. . .” the last mumbled under his breath with a grin.

He looked her over with an appraising glance: short, but not bad and good hair. Nice body. . .must be a little chilly over there, ’cause she was about to poke holes in that shirt of hers. . .nothing too big, nothing too small. . .everything in just about the right proportions.

Finishing the pizzas, and working their way through some small talk and wine, Alicia gradually started to relax Slightly and laugh at some of his jokes. She really started to giggle when she looked at the tabloids he set in front of her.

She’d finished the bottle of wine and had just started on another, when he excused himself to go to the restroom. Sipping on the Chardonnay, Alicia couldn’t help but check out his ass as he walked down the hall. ‘Buns of perfection’, she mused admiringly.

Whether or not it was the wine, she didn’t know, but a mischievous grin illuminated her face as she flipped over the ‘Closed’ sign on her way to Psly’s studio.

Hiding nervously? behind the privacy screen, she knew it had to be the wine. Normally she wouldn’t go to such lengths: creeping silently, hiding even, to try and jump a guy. Who was she kidding, she admitted to herself. She hadn’t drunk enough to quench her thirst, let alone get stupid drunk. Alicia had to acknowledge that Pslyder wasn’t just any guy.

Drying off his hands, Psly looked himself over in the mirror, thinking that he really needed to have someone in here, or preferably horizontal, so he could just concentrate and stop thinking about missed opportunities and body parts with minds of their own.

Contemplating the fickleness of fate, he left the restroom and walked down the hallway yıldırım escort into the waiting room. Not seeing Alicia anywhere, he grinned, thinking she must have had the same idea as him; she’d had a lot of wine after all. Lunch had been good and getting to know Alicia was great, but what the hell was he going to do all day if they didn’t get any customers.

Listening to the sounds of him clearing away their meal and his occasional laugh, Alicia knew she had only a few minutes. On hearing the lighter, she knew it was now or never.

Quickly using his absence as an opportunity, she stripped off her clothes and lay on the table, pulling a towel over her torso murmuring to herself “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” Awaiting his arrival, she only hoped that Pslyder would fall in with her plans.

About halfway through the cigarette, he noticed the ‘Closed’ sign. Seeing that, his increasing boredom began to gradually change into a hopeful assumption. He quickly stubbed out the cig and stepped back inside.

“Alicia? You a’ight?”

Another stifled giggle and her voice playfully called out, “Lock the door, will you? And come in here and fill me in on this employee benefit thing you were talking about!”

Psly briefly wondered what Kaja would think but it was her rule and he was a stickler for rules worth following. Anticipating a pleasant interlude, he closed the door behind him, locking it, his smile growing increasingly wider as images played in his mind.

Alicia was a big girl, and could make her own decisions, by gum. Anyway, it wasn’t as if there were any customers, and they had already been open a while today. He didn’t think anyone would be out on a cold day like this. He hadn’t had enough advertising yet. Which was perhaps just as well, seeing as the thing in his pants needed several uninterrupted hours alone with Alicia.

He stepped into his studio and saw her on the table.

“Well, looks like ya already got tha basic idea there, chica. . .”

He grinned again as she smiled provocatively. Lighting some incense and candles, he drew the shades closed and grabbed a bottle of warm oil. He pulled the towel back, folding it over her hips, exposing her entire back and just a hint of ass cleavage, then chuckled softly as she wriggled her ass.

“Relax, chica. Ah ain’t gonna bite you.”

He poured some oil onto his hands and rubbed them together, then began to gently massage her shoulders, noting how pale her skin looked in the subdued light of the candles.

Once again, he was glad he’d had the foresight to have those “relaxation aids” installed in his fingertips. There wasn’t a female alive he couldn’t reduce to butter with ten vibrating fingers at his disposal. Variable speed control didn’t hurt either. And oh, the tricks he could play.

Alicia shivered slightly, coming to grips with the reality that this wasn’t a dream. Finally, she began to relax as he worked the oil into her shoulders and her neck. She sighed as he found some old tension and a whole lot of new knots she’d worked up just from this morning.

Then he started the pulsing on the knots, and she just opened her eyes, gripping the table slightly. Every damn pulse just seemed to travel right to that spot, and the tingling in her crotch was coming back with a vengeance. He moved down to her lower back, and that just made it even stronger.

She gasped a little, and he paused. “Relax,” he said quietly. “Empty yer mind. Let the tension flow outta ya.” Flow. Damn straight it was flowing out of her. Every touch just seemed to send a jolt straight down to her clit, and she was well on her way to exploding.

Psly went back to concentrating on loosening her up, but unlike PJ, she was no problem at all. He shifted to her feet and calves, folding the other half of the towel up so she was only covered at her butt. It took him a while to realize that every time he worked the outer thighs, she’d arch her ass slightly. He knew right then what would happen, and that Kaja would probably kill him for it, but he decided to do some teasing, just to see how she would react.

Putting more oil on his hands, he started working from her heels and traveling further up along the backs of her legs, stopping just short of the globes of her ass. She arched again, just like he thought she would, and even in the scant light of the candles, he could see what he was doing to her – through the fluff of brown hair he caught a glimpse of glistening lips. Being able to see in the dark had a lot of good points.

Alicia didn’t know how much more of this she could take. She was fighting to keep her breathing steady and even, but when he got that high up near her ass, she moaned slightly, closing her eyes and almost having another orgasm right there.

Then, she felt his hands on the inside of her calves, and felt the pads in his fingers begin to vibrate continuously. Her eyes opened wide again, along with her mouth, as those hands slowly worked their way up …closer, closer…right to the point they almost touched her and she swore she could almost feel the vibrations on her soaking pussy. She whimpered softly as his hands retreated once more. She was almost shaking; she was so close! She longed to reach a hand down there to take care of the ache herself, but she just…just…couldn’t. She only wanted Pslyder’s touch now.

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