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Cadia opened his beak, harsh inhale of salty air. His slimy tentacle dug its way deep inside his human’s anal cavity, which constricted a heated tightness around his appendage.

It was breeding season, the time of year when Cadia’s fucks were too delectable. When hearing the humans’ choral cries gave Cadia a primal euphoria he couldn’t get any other time of the year.

Cadia captured a very audible prisoner that day. The human’s guttural groans filled up the cavernous space of the Fertilization Dungeon, giving Cadia no doubts this was the best fuck in his life. That flourished Cadia’s arousal because Cadia’s big kink was owning his own tentacle slut. He wanted to corrupt a human with a deep tentacle lust that would overshadow any pleasure they found in the human phallus. Usually he went for human’s with feminine reproductive parts, because breeding season, but this human was so androgynous in his scuba suit, Cadia got confused. And by the time his cock hit the water, Cadia was too much a slave to his arousal to care about evolutionary science.

Though Cadia’s momentum was building, he released his tentacle from the human’s anus, just to hear him whimper, soft and child-like. Cadia seeped into his human’s sexuality, one tentacle at a time, and that made him feel like he was on top of the world. Like he mattered. He let the human whimper for a little longer before he thrusted himself back inside.

The human beneath him was muscular and terracotta, with long mauve dreadlocks that rocked with his every movement. He groaned into the fullness, enlarging Cadia’s tentacles even more.

A brisk sea breeze pushed Cadia’s mantle back and forth. The Fertilization Dungeon was in the back of a sea cave, nestled into a stony island at the edge of the ocean. Here the shallow water, and smooth, elliptical cave walls allowed each ravenous note to be heard in perfect acoustics.

The cave was ideal for kidnapping humans because it was both close to town, but hidden from any wanderers. The perverted Squids claimed it, many years past, calling it the Fertilization Dungeon. It was a safe place for kinky Squids to exhibit their human-copulation fetish without ostracization consequences. The norm for Squids was Squid on Squid breeding and that vanilla activity occurred underwater.

“Oh. Fuck. Do you even hear yourself? You have never felt anything like this before, huh?” Cadia snarled through his sharp squid beak as he progressed deeper into the human’s taut ass. The tightness swelled Cadia’s tentacles and clouded his consciousness so the only thing he could think about was breeding.

The human buckled his lips and squished his face into himself. He clicked his tongue out into the salty air. “I’m… I’m Alec,” he rasped.

Cadia couldn’t help but smile at the strangeness of human beings. A human would feel a pressing need to introduce themselves as they approached the edge. For humans, the real perversion lied in not knowing who their copulator was. Squids were never so personable. It was always mate and swim, no time for introductions.

This was the main reason he joined the kink scene. The Squids in his life were always cold, silent, and, honestly, boring. They never wanted sex to be anything other than breeding. And for Cadia this was a real turn off. It was hard for Cadia to care about sex when there was nothing taboo going on. This quickly turned to a kink and then fetish for human beings, who always brought a lot of different interpretations on sexuality.

Cadia joined the kink scene just two years prior, however he already moved up ranks in the community, becoming a respected Dungeon Master (DM) at this Fertilization Dungeon. He also grew a fuck list like no other, yet he never heard notes like Alec’s before.

The tips of Alec’s thick dreads dipped into the shallow sea water, like stout squid arms in their own right. Cadia kept one tentacle inside Alec, as he used another to tug his dreads backwards, and traced his gaping pale lips with a third. “Do you want to come?”

Alec tried to jerk his head no, but while he was in the grip of tentacles, he couldn’t move much. He muttered something incomprehensible.

That was the other thing about humans — they never knew what they wanted. Alec’s cock throbbed so intensely, Cadia could see the tremors. Plus, his soft pre-cum glistened in the oceanic sun. It added up to a clear conclusion. Alec craved tentacle sluthood even if he couldn’t articulate it himself.

“Well, if not, I can stop. Bring you back to your town and peace out. Would you prefer that?” Cadia said.

Alec’s eyes shot open. “No, please don’t stop.”

Cadia’s bulging black eyes brightened. “Are you sure? Well then, why don’t you prove it. Prove you want my tentacles.”

Alec opened his pout and raised a tongue, outlining Cadia’s tentacle.

Cadia gasped as he let the tentacle slip into Alec’s mouth. The human sucked. Roughly. Harshly. His drooling mouth slipping Cadia’s tentacle deeper, seeping Cadia Kartal travesti into a ravenous trance.

Alec nibbled the edges of Cadia and let out a muffled moan.

“Oh fuck.” Cadia’s mind stretched thin, filled with lust for the human beneath him. They wanted to fill him up with all eight tentacles, to feel Alec at the end of every nerve ending.

When Cadia pounded into Alec’s anal cavity, again, he flushed past his tipping point — the point where his suction cups bloomed. Each one of Cadia’s tentacles pulsed into vibrations, emitting a soft buzzing noise. He gasped at the new warmth crawling up his body.

A long moan escaped Alec’s lips.

“I think you can be my first supersonic instrument. I’m sure that all I have to do is squirm all eight of my tentacles inside of you.” Alec’s eyes rolled back as he groaned. Cadia’s buzzing vibrations went up an octave.

The vibrations brought Cadia to the edge, where their tentacles engorged towards the edges of Alec’s tight anal walls.

A high-pressured static took over Cadia’s nervous system, melting him more.

Cadia intended on giving Alec the full, eight tentacles, Squid experience. He wanted to push the human over the edge. But Cadia didn’t realize how naturally Alec would find his tentacle lust.

The tentacle inside Alec’s ass squirmed out, only to pound his tightness again. Cadia repeated this fuck, like a rhythm. Each thrust created constricting tremors in all eight of his tentacle-arms. He was so so close.

Cadia had to wonder if orgasming would be different when he was tentacle-deep in ass. Fucking a man was new for him, so he was surprised that he got to the edge so much quicker than usual. He wrapped one of his tentacles around Alec’s cock, pressed against the rigidity of the new organ.

Before he could give it a good pull, a figure from behind gripped Cadia and flung him to the side.

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Cadia face-slammed the cave’s shallow water. His vision swirled in circles, as he gasped and flailed around, gills hungrily sucking in the sea. He coughed out a wad of thick phlegm that floated to the surface, like off-white foam, building up at the coast. Cadia’s heart thumped harder as he attempted to regain control over his surroundings.

From the corner of his vision, he saw the quick whiplash of some other Squid’s tentacles moving towards an object and then retracting. And then, those memorable moans echoed throughout the cave.

Cadia rubbed his mantle with his tentacles, trying to ease the onset of a headache. Pushing a Squid from their human, in the middle of copulation no less, was definitely against the rules. As Dungeon Master, it was Cadia’s responsibility to protect the Fertilization Dungeon from violent rule-breakers. As the copulator, it was Cadia’s responsibility to protect his human, or at least ensure that it was his seed entering “her.” Here, Alec’s sex clashed with some of the Fertilization Dungeon’s protocol, but even so. It should still be Cadia’s seed. It was the principle of it.

Cadia’s vision came into focus, as he stretched towards Alec, like a child reaching for their favorite toy. He wanted to bring his human towards his soft slimy core, in a protective embrace. But then, a second push interrupted him. It was lighter this time, more of a playful threat than an attack.

Cadia turned around to face his aggressor and met a familiar foe — Squalo.

Squalo was everything human that made Cadia hard and everything Squid that kept him erect — basically he kept Cadia in an erection overdrive. He was one of the few Squids that seeped into Cadia’s late-night fantasies.

It was embarrassingly simple, but a lot of Cadia’s fascination with Squalo was with the way he looked. He barely resembled Cadia. Squalo’s Squid type didn’t have as many cephalopod traits, making him the posterboy for the iconic human fantasy, of being kidnapped by a buff, burly man with tentacles. Unlike Cadia, Squalo wasn’t gooey, but incredibly toned. The top of his head did not have a flabby mantle, but was crowned with smooth brown hair. And he didn’t kiss with a hard, sharp beak but with plush, smooth lips. Squalo’s only squid features were his eight tentacle arms.

Squalo was also an arrogant, narcissistic, manic, inconsiderate, fuck-face. Cadia found Squalo’s cruelty disgusting, but, at the same time, he didn’t. When Squalo did something fucked up, that heavy heat pulsed through his tentacles. Squalo brought on an arousal that was only slightly less powerful than breeding season’s hunger.

Squalo leaned into Cadia’s fish-face to plant a cold one on his cheek.

Cadia wiped the kiss off his face. Anger and lust stormed inside him. “What’s your problem?”

Squalo smiled, pearly teeth and salty breath, but said nothing. He opened his mouth slightly, as if he would respect Cadia with an answer, but more silence followed. Squalo rubbed his chin’s stubble in mock-thought as if he had all the time in the world.

It was the Kartal travestileri typical Squalo show. He would intervene on another Squid’s space, like that was the most clever punchline, and then use that space as a place to belittle the victim. Ordinarily, Cadia would just brush Squalo off, letting his crush for him overpower his DM status. But, breeding season wasn’t exactly renown as the season for patience and forgiveness. Cadia had more more important, if not, more hard & throbbing, concerns, than appeasing a crush.

“Don’t make this worse for yourself,” Cadia said, moving closer to Alec. “Get out of here before I have to make you.”

Squalo shrugged and wrapped his thick tentacle arms around Cadia’s soft center. “Cadia. I think I want him.” He lifted one arm, towards the shaking human.

Cadia tried to jerk towards Alec but he couldn’t. Squalo’s bind too tight, keeping him in place. Cadia snarled. “You’re ruining my entire fucking scene.”

“What’s up with you Dungeon Masters and your scene’s sanctity? Hey. Here’s a thought. If all it takes is my presence to fuck up your scene then… well, you are doing it wrong anyway. Hm. It is ironic really. You would think the ‘kink authority’ would actually be literate on kink. On how to please their human.”

Yes, Cadia was pissed off. He was more than threatened that Squalo would take away his human. But there was also a titillating heat that swirled around Cadia’s tentacles, like Squalo’s malicious comments were filthy come-ons.

“More interesting question. Squalo, do you know how to please a Squid?” Cadia asked.

Squalo raised his eyebrows and snorted, his rough laugh briefly echoing around the cave’s domed walls. “You and me? Are you serious?”

“Whatever.” Cadia muscles tensed as they collapsed inwards. “Doesn’t matter. I’m kicking you out now.”

Squalo wrapped an additional tentacle around Cadia’s neck. “But, you need me, Cadia. To mentor you. How else are you going to learn how to properly fuck a human?”

Cadia attempted to jerk out of Squalo’s tentacles again. He pushed out harder this time, but there wasn’t really a need. Mid-movement, Squalo let go of him, causing Cadia to topple over, landing on his stomach. The light waves brushed against his vision, briefly masking Squalo’s beaming face.

Cadia lifted his head, raised his voice. “Fine. Laugh. You are straight up blacklisted from now on, so what do I care?”

Squalo reached a few of his thick tentacles towards Alec, who was only standing a few feet away. He then pushed Alec’s torso, forcing Alec to fall, landing on his knees in a kneel. Alec faced Squalo, his backside was towards Cadia.

Cadia tried to look into Alec’s face, checking to see where he was in all of this. Alec’s eyesight kept to the side, glued towards Squalo. The obscurity said a lot. A heaviness creeped through Cadia’s bloodstream, at the possibility of losing his mate.

“I’m in heat,” Squalo said, looming over Alec and Cadia, “Do you even know what that feels like?”

“My arms are like eight scalding bricks, Squalo. I’m pretty sure I have an idea.” Cadia adjusted himself, so he was kneeling too. He slithered a tentacle towards Alec, so it wrapped around his limp cock. Now eye-length to Alec, Cadia asked, “What about you? What do you want?”

Alec pointed towards Squalo’s glowing, crimson eyes. “Him.”

It hurt Cadia to stare the wide, exaggerated smile Squalo put on, so he closed his eyes. “Well, congratulations. You’ve totally destroyed my dynamic. Fuck, man, this is why we have protocol.”

Cadia snorted. The worst part of this was that Squalo wasn’t even attracted to human beings. To Cadia, it seemed clear that Squalo got off more on rule-breaking than breeding with humans. This made the Fertilization Dungeon a perfect spot for Squalo. Here there were a lot more rules, than amongst vanilla spaces. Cadia wouldn’t even be surprised if Squalo popped by the dungeon that day just because a DM was using the space. Squalo would get his rocks off as he broke rules in front of an authority figure.

“You are so, fucking, self-absorbed, Squalo. It’s like you were made with a human face, squid legs, and a shark’s heart,” Cadia said.

Squalo’s slimy tentacles squirmed around Cadia’s limbs, enticing a slow shiver to move through Cadia’s bloodstream.

When Cadia opened his eyes, Squalo had knelt down as well, forming the last angle in the triangle.

“Cadia, you really gotta chill,” Squalo said, tentacles lightly teasing the edges of Cadia’s, “I have an idea… you are in a sex dungeon after all, so how about you, uh, have a nice relaxing fuck? Between the human and me, I think you can find your mojo. No, don’t.. don’t look at me like that. I gotta be involved for hands-on educational purposes. We can’t have your clumsiness sway the human’s tentacle lust. But, hey… hey listen… I’ll cut ya a deal. For this first mentoring session, I won’t charge you my full price.”

Cadia became Travesti kartal very aware of the edges of their brain as a tingling fuzz wrapped around it. They didn’t know what to do with all the conflicting information. “I don’t get it. You just laughed in my face about us two getting together.”

Squalo shrugged. “Call it a sympathy fuck. But, hey, a sympathy fuck by me, is still a fuck by me.”

Cadia narrowed their eyes as they let their tentacles wrap around Squalo’s. The two Squids grew into each other’s grip in a heated embrace and Cadia couldn’t help but let out a soft moan.

Squalo raised an eyebrow. “Oh, Daddy… that feels so good…” He laughed.

Cadia grimaced as they let go of Squalo. “Just take him and leave me alone.”

It wasn’t the worst. Cadia was excited about leaving the increasingly-claustrophobic cave to cuddle up, alone, to some human/Squid porn. Leaving Squalo and his baggage sounded perfect at that point. Yet, Squalo didn’t skip a beat. He instantly moved towards Alec’s thick, erect cock, fondling the wine-hued head.

That was his mate…

“Next Dungeon Masters meeting, I’m making a large complaint. So, you can call Alec your good-bye gift, if it helps your narcissistic head. This will be your last fuck in any Fertilization Dungeon in this entire ocean,” said Cadia.

Squalo mouthed the word “complaint” with a smug grin. He pushed Alec, so he toppled over Cadia. His long dreads tickling the side of Cadia’s face.

“If you thought eight arms were too much, how about sixteen?” Squalo asked.

“I only had four on me,” Alec confessed.

Squalo scrunched his eyebrows. “Tsk. Tsk. What are we going to do with you?”

“I was interrupted. Just. Never mind. Why are you still here?”

“Lesson one, speed. You go far, far too slow. The human needs to be acquainted with all the Squid’s tentacles as fast as possible. For instance, this.”

Alec arched backwards as Squalo’s tentacles wrapped around his balls, curving around his egregious cock.

These suction cups did not vibrate, but they released a crimson excretion, coating Alec’s prick with a blood-like substance. Alec got harder, his cock nudging from his thigh to the sky.

Squalo curled additional tentacles around each of Alec’s thighs, stretching him into a spread eagle position. Cadia couldn’t keep his eyes away, Alec looked so vulnerable.

And then, that perfect moan, as Squalo penetrated him.

Cadia’s breathing was high and restless, like the yelping whiplash of the sea during high tide. Alec’s orchestral moans were enough to turn Cadia on, but then there was the rough way Squalo handled him. Cadia had to admit, Squalo knew what he was doing. Alec’s posture was more than ready for tentacle perversions.

Squalo didn’t stop fucking Alec, as he lurched additional tentacles towards Cadia’s own appendages, tightly gripping them. A small buzz filled the spaces between Cadia’s temples. Squalo’s tentacles released more crimson ink, producing a slick sensation, like a long hot breath, that massaged Cadia’s tentacles from base to tip.

Cadia swelled up and groaned. He almost forgot about Squalo’s natural aphrodisiac. It melted Cadia’s defenses, making Squalo’s sex the most enticing thing he ever lusted for. Cadia moaned himself, a deeper moan than Alec’s. His echo caused the cave walls to emit an audible vibrate.

As if Cadia’s arousal called his name, Squalo pushed forward, entering Cadia’s beak, with a long, steady kiss. Cadia made a high-pitched whimper and pressed closer, his mouth parting, tongue gently outlining Squalo’s plush lower lip.

Squalo felt warm inside Cadia’s embrace.

Alec, sandwiched between the Squids, called out, in a guttural belt. “That’s so fucking hot.” He groaned himself as Squalo dug a tentacle deep inside him.

The human’s approval caused Cadia’s arms to engorge, knowing that Alec would leave this cave with tentacle lust after all.

Squalo jerked Cadia off, his movements harsh and quick. Cadia squealed. The center of his suction cups doused in crimson ink, each time Squalo’s gripped moved upwards.

The arousing pressure filled Cadia up, so quickly, they thought they would pop. His suction cups bloomed and vibrated.

Squalo dropped the track, squirming his tentacles away from Cadia and Alec. “Oh. Gross. I always forget that you are a buzzer.”

Alec groaned at the threesome’s sudden stop.

A heated pain shooted through Cadia’s own tentacles. He grumbled, “Not everyone hates buzzers … Alec really likes it in fact.”

“I don’t know what I should mock first. You using your human’s names or you trying to give me breeding tips.”

“Right. Fuck. I almost forgot.” Everything before Squalo’s aphrodisiac came in again. Cadia was about to kick Squalo out – how did that turn into a threesome? “For a second, I forgot how much a sharkhole you are.”

“I know. My charm is an amnesiac. Lucky for you, I like repeating myself.”

“You mean you like hearing yourself.” Cadia’s whole face twitched, from the tip of his beak to the curve of his mantle. He was frustrated, humiliated, and needed to take control over the situation. Only thing was, he didn’t really know how. “You had your fun, Squalo. Now it is time to really make you leave.”

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“By the Light or Storia! Begone foul fiends!” The heroic cry is followed by the telltale singing of razor sharp steel cutting through the air. The blade is more than a match for the thick flesh of the multi-limbed horror that charged at her, and its death shriek quickly fading to nothing.

Evanora Vasserel smirks as she raises her head, pulling her silver sword free from the creature’s flesh. She was the First Sword of Storia, the greatest city in the world, and from a young age she had been trained to lead her people in the fight against the darkness that plagued the world. A paltry band of Underfiends was not going to stall her destiny today.

“Ha,” comes the booming voice from across the clearing, “you talk too much, and kill too little!”

The golden-haired warrior looks around at the source of the chiding voice – Hrenna Wargrimace, a barbarian from the far Northern regions of the Corodiac Highlands, was tall and broad even among the women of her homeland. Their reputation as some of the finest monster slayers in the world was without equal, and the flame-haired barbarian certainly lived up to this – As she swings her pair of double-edged axes around, a half-dozen more Underfiends meet their grisly end.

A wry smile plays across Evanora’s face as she spars with another fiend. Ever since the two women had crossed paths and joined together on this quest, the barbarian woman had insisted on ‘keeping a tally’ on each monster they had slain. And while such pettiness would normally be below her, Evanora did relish a challenge.

“You are a credit to your people, Hrenna!” She shouts back, her sword slicing across the throat of the fiend before her. “But knowing these foul things will not torment another soul is its own reward!”

“Says the one who is falling behind on kills!” Hrenna shouts back, burying her right-hand axe straight down the middle of the nearest fiend’s skull.

“N-no! Stay back!” Another voice rings out, distracting Evanora from her retort as she spins on the spot. Two of the Underfiends had managed to get around their position, and now advanced on the smaller figure bringing up their rear!

“Fleur! Hold on!” Evanora shouts, kicking up off the ground and making a mad sprint to where they stand.

“H-hurry, Eva!” Fleur shouts, her arms already wrapped up in the slick and shiny limbs of the Underfiends. Her braid of silver hair spills out from beneath her robe’s hood as she struggles in their grasp. “Ah, it… It hurts!”

“Enough!” Evanora brings her blade down, her anger at the fiend’s attack no less blunting her accuracy as it severs the offending limbs from its host. She wheels around without stopping, the second fiend not faring any better as her swing decapitates it, its grip on Fleur loosening immediately.

Fleur gasps as the creature’s release her, falling backwards and would have hit the floor, were it not for Evanora sweeping behind her at blinding speed and catching the mage in her arm. “Rest easy, I have you.”

“E… Eva,” the woman says, her pale cheeks flushing cherry blossom pink. Fleur Ruvole, the prize graduate of the mage’s school of Freykeep, turns her gaze away from the warrior woman in shame. “F-forgive me, I… I was careless.”

“There is nothing to forgive. You are part of our group.” Evanora smiles, plunging her sword into the ground and letting her now free hand turn Fleur’s gaze back to her by her chin. “I merely thank the Light that you are safe.”

“Fight now, flirt later!” Hrenna’s bellowing voice makes both women jump, her thundering footsteps at her approach even more so. “We still have creatures to kill, and they have flanked us!”

“So I see.” Evanora speaks flatly, seeing the remaining Underfiends break from the cover of the forest and rush towards them. “Fear not, I will make this quick.”

Flicking her golden hair back, she eases Fleur back to her feet and starts to advance on the approaching fiends. She plucks her sword from the ground, letting her mind fill with the purity of her mission as she feels the rising heat flow into her chest, and down her arm. Holding her sword before her she runs her palm over the flat edge of the blade, which begins to glow white hot from the power she calls forth.

Already the fiends stop and falter in their charge, the light of her blade reflecting off of her silver armour and making her entire figure glisten with pure light. There is no escape for you now, foul creatures… When you return to the underworld, tell them that Evanora Vasserel sends her regards!

“Brilliant Comet, Sword Burst Strike!” Evanora points the tip of the sword to the sky, the light of the blade flickering like an intense flame as she screams out the words. She brings the blade down in a tight arc, the white flame exploding out from the sword and rushing forward like a wave of heat.

The attack is over in seconds, but even then the vision of the three adventurers is still blurred from the white hot light. When it finally clears, kelkit escort there is no trace of the approaching Underfiends, save for the darkened scorch marks pointing where they once stood. The few last traces of white flame flicker on these areas where evil once stood, the remaining area of the forest remaining completely unscathed.

“Well then, Hrenna.” Evanora says breathlessly, turning slowly towards her compatriots with a smile. “I do believe that puts me ahead on the kill count.”

The tankard was taller than most, and full to the brim. The mead within it is as strong as it is sweet. Yet Hrenna Wargrimace was clearly never one to shy away from a challenge, and Evanora watches in both awe and terror as the barbarian takes the tankard easily on one hand, downing the powerful alcohol in just a few gulps.

“Gah!” The woman growls, wiping the few drops that escaped her mouth from her chin before she casually tosses the tankard aside. “That battle certainly won’t have minstrels singing to our glory, but it sure does make the mead taste better!”

Their laughter fills the forest surrounding them. They had set up their camp shortly after the battle with the Underfiends had concluded, the danger having delayed their journey too long to justify venturing farther into the woods at this late hour. As such, twilight had set in and their fire was now the last beacon of light in the growing gloom.

“By the Light Hrenna, pace yourself!” Evanora shakes her head after sipping from her far more modest tankard. “This stuff could fell and owlbear, and Fleur and I refuse to carry you the rest of the way!”

“Carry?! Hrenna Wargrimace is carried by no one!” The barbarian bangs her fist just above her chest, her armour of furs and leather unable to hide the curvaceous, muscular form that lies beneath it. “While you pale skinned Southerners suckle at your mother’s teats, my people are drinking this before we can even hold an axe!”

“Well now, that certainly explains a lot about your behaviour in public!” Evanora chuckles, propping herself up on her side. The golden haired woman is now free of her silver armour and dressed in a simple tunic and pants.

Hrenna waves off her chiding remarks, marching herself across to her belongings. “Fah, Southerners! All you care for is your manners. One day, you will visit my people and you will see just how far those manners will get you… You will blush pink like little Fleur here!”

Stifling her laugh, Evanora turns to where the mage sits and treats the minor wounds the Underfiends inflicted upon her. The sight of her usually pale figure cast in the amber glow of the fire seems to sober her up somewhat, her grey eyes giving away her unease at the earlier encounter.

“Ha! No comeback?” Hrenna’s voice makes the warrior look up, surprised by the sight of the barbarian hoisting her crossbow up – The weapon would be a struggle for even two regular people, but Hrenna rests it against her shoulder as if it was nothing. “Well, we have mead but no meat! And there are boar in these woods, I can smell them!”

“If you have not scared them off with your boorishness!” Evanora shouts after her as she starts into the woods. “Do not wander too far, we do not know where those fiends came from.”

“They would be foolish to try their luck on me again.” Hrenna does not bother turning as she starts to march through the darkness. “Besides, they will likely be drawn to your lover’s moans, leaving me safe.”

This comment finally get a reaction from Fleur, Evanora smiling as she sees her cheeks turn their usual cherry blossom pink. The warrior quickly jumps to her defence, shouting back after Hrenna. “If moans are what draws them, stay put! I’m sure your moans will bring them running all the quicker.”

“Ha! I am too much of a woman for both of you to handle!” Hrenna’s words fade as she does, disappearing into the growing gloom of the forest. The sudden quiet caused by the barbarian’s absence settles over Evanora like a heavy blanket, unable to stand it much longer as she moves herself closer to the mage.

“Um, are you well, Fleur?” Evanora asks, the concern in her voice a far cry from her former boastful tone.

Fleur smiles at this concern, nodding enthusiastically. “I am quite well, Eva. See? The salve is already working.”

“Are you sure? The touch of an Underfiend can be–“

“I am a trained healer, you know,” Fleur interrupts, her protest spoken through the mage’s delightful laugh, “but I do appreciate your concern, Eva. I was… Careless, in getting too close to the battle.”

Evanora nods in agreement, her face turning more serious at the memory of seeing the silver haired woman in the grasp of the fiends. “I told you to stay back while Hrenna and I took care of them. You should be more careful.”

“You should be careful too, Eva.” Fleur adjusts her grey silk robes as she turns herself to face the warrior. “You know full well that your power is kemer escort draining on you… Had you not been able to defeat them, you would have been defenceless.”

“The First Sword of Storia is never defenceless.” Evanora boasts, her smile only increasing.

There is a long pause from Fleur, the smile fading from her face before she places her hand atop the warriors. “Please Eva, do not jest about this. Our journey, this battle… It has only really just begun– Ahh!”

The smile on Evanora’s face only widens as she sees Fleur’s reaction to her touch: having slipped her hand free from beneath the mage’s, she moves her hand between the folds of Fleur’s silken robe, her fingertips gently grazing the inside of her thigh and causing Fleur’s already flushed cheeks to darken further. Evanora moves herself closer now, all while her fingers trail back and forth along the length of her inner seam, slowing ever so teasingly towards her pelvis before pulling back down.

“Th-that… That’s mean, Eva…” Fleur speaks softly, her full lips parting in a silent gasp from the warrior’s touch. “I am b-being serious here…”

“Well then,” Evanora says softly, leaning in closer so she can feel Fleur’s breath on her lips, “you can always ask me to stop.”

She waits another moment, the tips of her ring and index finger paused provocatively close to her groin. Her eyes flick up to meet Fleur’s grey hues, her eyelids flickering. Only when she is certain that no further protest will leave her lips does she proceed, those same fingers slipping forward and beginning to rub against the outside of her underwear.

The gasp Fleur lets escape from her lips takes Evanora’s breath away, watching the mage’s eyes start to roll back as she traced her fingers along the length of where her labia sits beneath the fabric, and pauses as she feels her nub start to swell against her touch. She inches herself closer as her hand repeats the motion, the fabric of her briefs already growing wet.

“I believe,” Evanora whispers, her lips brushing briefly against Fleur’s, “that our barbarian friend will be disappointed if she does not hear some ‘lover’s moans’ out there.” And with that she begins to properly massage the mage’s clit more vigorously. “Wouldn’t you agree?”

Fleur clearly does not, her moan as dainty and delicate as one would expect from her appearance. Evanora holds herself back another moment, enjoying the way her lover sounds at touch, but finds she cannot do so long and closes the final space between them, their lips meeting in an impassioned kiss. Fleur’s tongue happily greets Evanora’s as it slips into her mouth, submitting to her aggressive motions before her lips close around it and begin to suck the organ tenderly.

By the Light, she never ceases to amaze me! Evanora lets out a moan of her own at the attention. The hand between Fleur’s legs carefully pulls her underwear aside, fingers sliding easily between those wet and waiting lips. Unable to wait any longer, her other hand frantically unlaces her pants before plunging between her own legs, where her own waiting sex is now moist.

Their shared groan is muffled from their mouths joining in a kiss once more, Fleur’s hands resting on her lover’s shoulders as she grinds her hips into the hand pleasuring her. Evanora gives no thought to Hrenna walking in on them, for she had done so a dozen times before and–

The cry in the night is pained and chilling, the sound of it immediately shaking the lovers from their enraptured state. A cry such as this, even under normal circumstances, would easily galvanise the travellers into action to ensure the bearer of such a call was safe. But as the two look at one another they see, in each other’s eyes, the very same sense of realisation that both have come to, and the dread that fills them is palpable.

“Hrenna!” Evanora exclaims, pulling herself to her feet with incredible speed. She does not bother to rearrange her clothing, grabbing the silver sword and tossing the sheath aside. “Stay here, I will see what has befallen her!”

“N-not alone, you will not!” Fleur retorts, her expression still flustered as she grabs her mage’s stave, clutching the ornate rod in both hands as she moves closer. “She could be hurt. And I will not see the same fate befall you!”

Evanora cannot help but sigh, knowing the futility of arguing with her beloved mage as she nods. “Then stay close to me. We will face this together.”

The pair venture into the wood, the light of their fire very quickly missed as the evening gloom sets in around them. Each step they make is a cautious one, neither knowing of what fate has befallen their comrade and both eager not to fall to the same fate.

“Hrenna!” Evanora calls out, trying desperately to keep her emotions in line. “Hrenna! Where are you?”

“Are you hurt, Hrenna?” Fleur calls out also, sticking close to Evanora’s rear. The warrior can hear the tension in her raised voice.

Deeper kepez escort into the forest they walk, their calls for response yielding no reply back from their lost companion. Save for their raised voices there appears to be no sound at all coming from the forest, a lack of breeze meaning even the leaves above their head hang in silence. There is no doubt in Evanora’s mind now that Hrenna is in danger, and despite the growing uncertainty of what awaits them, makes sure Fleur remains close by her side as they press on.

“Eva, look! Up ahead!” The mage points to Evanora’s two o’clock, the pair holding their position. Through the fading light they witness a shape up ahead, too big to be a human. At least, a regular sized human. It does not move or make a sound, save for the occasional wavering back and forth.

“Could it be her?” Fleur continues, her voice now lowered so as to not draw further attention. “What is she doing?”

“I…” Evanora begins, unsure how to finish the sentence. Something about the mere presence of the silhouette, its silence and oh-so subtle movements just seemed… Off, to her. “I guess we will find out. Stay close to me.”

“A-always.” Fleur responds, and the pair move in a wide arc to sneak up on whatever it is. As they near, the little light that remains starts to provide a clearer view of their target. But the closer they get, the more confused they both become.

“By the Light.” Evanora gasps, bringing herself up to her full height as she steps into the trodden path they have found themselves on. “What has become of her?”

If the figure before them was truly Hrenna, then she was unrecognisable to them both. A layer of a shiny, milky white substance coats the barbarian from head to toe, the mysterious matter pulled tightly like a second skin so that every curve and contour of her broad, feminine frame is on display for all to see. Atop her head, the substance is the same fiery red of her hair, shaped to appear just like her usual cropped style even down to the long braid that protrudes from the back of her skull.

“Mgh… Nhm… Mff…” The short and muffled cries barely escape past Hrenna’s mouth as she twists and writhes back and forth, anchored to her spot on the path by a bulbous mass of the substance that covers her legs from the knees down. Only her toes are visible, protruding out from the front of the mass as they constantly wiggle and curl, much like her fingers that flex out from where her hands are anchored down at her hips.

“Is… Is she in pain?” Fleur asks, approaching cautiously and with a mortified look on her face.

Evanora raises her gaze upwards to look at Hrenna’s face, the material having forced her mouth into a wide and unnatural grin. It is at this point that she is able to see the familiar hazel of the barbarian’s eyes, knowing for certain it is her friend. Those eyes stare back at her, her pupils wide in excitement, before rolling back a little as she lets out a long and pleasurable moan.

“No. Not in pain.” Evanora has no other words to describe what has befallen Hrenna. Determined to know more, she extends her arms out carefully and places her hands upon her well-defined stomach. The moment she touches the smooth, rubbery surface it tightens around its prisoner more, Hrenna erupting into a struggling fit and throwing her head back wildly as she wobbles back and forth.

“Mmnngh! Yhussh!” Hrenna’s muffled moans fill the night air, Evanora backpedalling from her wild thrashings. It is then that her gaze falls further down, spying the bulging, circular opening, nestled conspicuously at the top of her thighs and over where her womanhood would be. She leans down, clearly seeing the clear fluid dripping out from its narrow opening, inhaling sharply as she sees the front of Hrenna’s legs are slick with her own cum.

“Do you like my creation, little girl?” Evanora jumps back, retreating the few steps back to Fleur’s side, her sword aloft and ready to strike.

That voice… It felt like it came from all directions! She tries to steady her nerves, the sense of dread and desire behind the voice rattling her. How could I have not sensed such a vile presence before now?

“Little girls. Little adventurers. All alone in the woods.” The voice seems louder now, both women inching closer together. “How lucky for me that I found you.”

“Eva, this… This is bad.” Fleur, clutching her stave close to her body, presses her back against Evanora’s as both women slowly spin around. “I sense… A great power, dark and deep. I… I’ve never felt–“

“Be brave, Fleur. And listen to me.” Evanora interrupts, looking over her shoulder to the mage. “I need you to free Hrenna. You’re the only one who can break this curse.”

“I… Y-yes, I understand!” Fleur nods her head as the warrior’s words give her courage, Evanora forcing a smile as she moves with her back towards the squirming mass nearby. But despite her words of encouragement she remains on edge, her eyes darting all around them for any sign of their attacker.

“H-hold on, Hrenna.” Fleur speaks softly, Evanora watching as she concentrates, her silver hair starting to sparkle as the mage calls forth her power before she waves her stave in a wide arc. “Dizipar!”

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I was feeling nervous excitement to play with Tom and Sandy again. I decided to text Tom.

Joe: I just wanted to confirm for tonight

Tom: We will be there, short notice but can we bring a third?

Joe: Sure, the more the merrier. Guy or girl?

Tom: LOL, girl. I think you guys will like her. Never seen a bladder like this before.

Joe: Nice! See you then.

I turned and looked at Emma.

“Tom and Sandy are bringing a third! She sounds like she has an incredible bladder.”

Emma smiled, “Exciting!”

Emma walked over to me still damp from the shower. She wrapped her arms around me getting my clothes wet, but we really don’t mind being wet. She starts kissing my neck. I pick her up and lay her down on the bed. I kiss my way down her body. I start right under the chin. I lay a trail of kisses down to her right nipple. I pull her nipple into my mouth and flick it with my tongue. It responds by getting hard. I could feel her squirming underneath me. I moved over to the other nipple and felt it get hard in my mouth.

I slowly moved my way down her torso, stopping at her navel to lick around it and moved further down. Her smooth mound always captivated me. I kissed around the top of her pussy and moved down to her right thigh. As I kissed her thigh she eagerly opened her legs. I watched as her pussy slowly opened in front of me like some exotic flower. Her scent greeted me and I was nearly lost to it. I wanted to dive in and devour her but I wanted to tease her a bit first.

I kissed her inner thigh moving closer to her wetness. As I got close she lifted her hips up to try to get me to tongue her clit, she would have to wait a bit longer. I moved over to the left thigh and circled my tongue around a small birthmark there. I had to adjust myself in my pants as my erection had become uncomfortable. I went back down between her legs and licked her outer lips. She moaned excitedly. I moved my way lower so that I was licking from the bottom of her pussy right up to the top making sure I made no contact with her clit. She loved and hated when I did this. I know she wants me to lick her clit but I like to really make her beg for it.

I licked her soft outer lips and then took one of her smaller lips in my mouth. I flicked my tongue over it and I could see she was getting wetter. I moved down and stuck my tongue deep into her vagina. I had some of her cream on my tongue and came up and gave her a deep kiss so that she could taste herself.

“Okay, okay!” pleaded Emma, “Eat me like you know I like!”

I moved back down and put my mouth over her clit. I slowly circled around and around making tighter circles as I went. I was now focusing on her clit with all of my attention. I moaned, as I licked her clit up and down in a slow steady rhythm. She had her hands in my hair gripping me tight against her. I lost track of how long I was licking her but I could hear her breathing getting heavier. I was careful to keep a steady pace as her orgasm hit. She pulled me in even tighter as she was cumming and just a quickly pushed me away giggling in her euphoric state.

“Lay down and like me suck that dick of yours!” she directed.

Getting out of my clothes and lying down on the bed Emma took my throbbing dick in her hand and milked some pre-cum to the tip. It dripped off the tip of my dick onto my belly. She moved in a licked it up keeping it right on the tip of her tongue. She moved up and stuck her tongue in my mouth letting me taste my pre-cum. We kissed while she stroked my cock. She moved back down to my dick and licked the tip. I love the way she teases me. She slowly moved her lips down my dick. This is heaven.

Emma pulled my cock out of her mouth, turned herself around and lowered herself onto me. She started bouncing up and down. She stopped for a second and turned herself around while I was still in her. She had her hands on my thighs and I was a beautiful view of her asshole and could watch my dick slid in and out of her. As she was bouncing I felt her contract her vaginal muscles. This caused her to cum wildly on my cock. I could tell that I was close to cumming but didn’t want to cum in her because of tonight’s group activities.

Having finished cumming Emma got off of me and quickly stuck my very wet dick in her mouth. Seeing her mouth move up and down on my wet dick proved too much and I quickly came in her mouth. Sometimes she will come up and kiss me with a mouth full of cum but today she kept on sucking. It felt amazing but as my erection started to subside I started to get a bit ticklish. She loves when I buck as she sucks my slowly deflating cock.

“Uncle, uncle!” I cry out. Indicating I couldn’t take any more stimulation.

Emma giggled, “That was fun.”

We got into the shower and rinsed off the sweat and sex to that we would be nice and fresh for the evening. I got out of the shower first and was dressed by the time that Emma got out.

I love watching her getting dressed. She didn’t put on any make up kaynaşlı escort because it would end up running later anyway. She straightened her hair and put on a cute sundress with nothing underneath it.

We got to the hotel earlier than last time to prepare the room. I was able to get the same room as last time. As you walk into the room there is a small hallway that leads to the rest of the room. At the end of the small hallway the room opens up to the right. If you keep turning right you walk into the bathroom that has a stand up shower and no tub.

Opposite the bathroom is the king size bed. Beyond the bed are two couches that face each other with a coffee table in between them. The room was a bit narrow but actually quite long.

We quickly got the waterproof bedding out on the bed. We placed water bottles around the room, taking a cue from Tom and Sandy we got the glass Evian bottles. We fondly remembered Sandy using one as a dildo and both hoped we would see something like that again.

I looked at my wife and took in her beauty. She was five foot six and I am guessing about 130lbs or so. She is neither overly thin nor is she chubby. She has a classic hourglass figure and lovely breasts that are somewhere between a C and a D-cup. I am a lucky man. I am six foot even. I have smooth belly but no six pack. If I lost some weight and worked out some I could probably get there. Emma liked to joke that I had a dad bod without the pot belly.

I was shaken from my thoughts by a knocking at the door. I opened the door and saw Tom, Sandy and a lovely young lady standing there.

“Come in!”

The three of them followed me back into the room. My wife had gotten up and was moving towards our guests.

Tom started, “Vicky, this is Joe and his wife Emma.”

Vicky smiled, “Thanks for having me!”

I responded, “And we shall.”

This got a chuckle out of everyone. The ladies all exchanged quick kisses as I looked Vicky over. She looked to be the exact same height as Emma. Vicky is slimmer than both Emma and Sandy. She looked to be younger as well. Her long brown hair flowed down her back and stopped just about her ass. She was wearing a white skin tight dress that left her shoulders bare. The dress was tight enough I was certain that she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Tom looked to be about an inch taller than me and he had to have at least forty pounds on me but he wore them well. He was built like a man who works for a living. Today he was wearing jeans and a tee shirt. Sandy is an inch shorter than Emma and Vicky and probably weighed similar to Emma. She has lovely curves in all the right places and wears a B-cup bra. Sandy looked amazing in a loose flowing floral print dress.

I handed everyone a bottle of water and we all sat down on the couches. Emma sat down beside me. Vicky and Sandy sat down on either side of Tom. As we sat visiting I glanced down to Vicky’s legs and followed them up to her crotch. I could just make out a bit of fur. I looked up and saw Vicky smiling at me. She subtly opened her legs a bit. I was able to see her pussy for the first time. Her inner lips protruded a bit outside of her outer lips. On Reddit you would find her on /r/outies.

She was clearly shaved or waxed below her landing strip and I looked forward to getting a closer look. My wife looked over to me and over to Vicky and smiled at the little show Vicky was putting on. My wife spread her legs so that Vicky could see her cleanly waxed pussy. Things were starting to heat up. I looked over at Sandy who had watched Emma spread her legs and shifted in her seat. She looked at me and spread her legs but her dress just fell between her legs covering her pussy. This made Sandy chuckle. She quickly stood up and pulled her dress over her head and sat back down fully naked. This time as Sandy spread her legs I got a full view of her completely bare pussy. I remembered that last time Sandy had her pussy hair trimmed.

Tom reached out and slid a hand up Vicky and Sandy’s thighs. He moved his hands over their pussys and slid a finger in each of them. He was fingering them when Vicky stood up.

“I want to pee!”

We all watched Vicky climb onto the bed still in her dress. She got into the middle of the bed and lifted her legs up like she was going to role over. She pussy was up in the air and her feet were on the bed beside her head. She started peeing slowly at first. The pee ran down her pussy and dribbled onto her dress. She pushed a bit harder and her pee arched up over her and landed right on her face. She adjusted slightly and we could all hear the sound of her mouth filling up with pee. She stopped peeing as she closed her mouth to swallow her own nectar.

Emma quickly got up and pulled her dress off climbed onto the bed. She put her legs on either side of Vicky’s head and lowered her pussy over Vicky’s mouth while reaching forward and wrapped her arms around Vicky’s ass and put her mouth on Vicky’s wet pussy. Emma started licking kayseri escort up the drops of pee that were still on Vicky’s pussy when Vicky started to pee again. Emma quickly put her mouth over Vicky’s stream. Emma lowered her mouth so that she was covering Vicky’s pussy and started to drink Vicky’s crystal clear pee. We could see that Vicky had her tongue out and was licking Emma asshole. Sandy got off the couch and got on the bed facing Emma. Emma started licking Vicky’s asshole. Emma looked up as Vicky stopped peeing. Emma started kissing Sandy while Vicky’s upturned ass was between them.

Tom and I stripped out of our clothes and made our way over to the bed. The girls got themselves untangled and watched our erections bounce over to them.

Vicky said, “Me first! I want to taste Joe!”

I moved to the edge of the bed and she crawled over. She put my cock in her mouth and looked up at me. She gave a nod signalling me to start peeing. Since I had been water loading for a while I really had to go. I started peeing and started seeing Vicky’s mouth fill up. She looked like she was about to burst and pulled my cock out. I wasn’t ready to stop peeing so my hit her right in the forehead. She didn’t even notice. She moved over to Sandy and got her to lie down on the bed as she moved her mouth over Sandy’s. Vicky then sprayed my piss into Sandy’s mouth. Sandy took it eagerly and quickly swallowed.

Vicky then went over to Tom and without a word she put his hard dick in her mouth. I watched as her mouth filled up again. Tom had played this game before and stopped peeing in time as her mouth filled up. This time Vicky got Emma to lie down on the bed and fed Emma Tom’s piss. Emma quickly downed Tom’s pee and smiled.

Vicky got off the bed and motioned for Tom and me to follow her. She climbed onto the coffee table on all fours. Vicky’s ass was facing the bed and I got a nice view of her ass and pussy peeking out as I walked around her to her head. Tom walked up behind her and slid his dick into her as I put my cock in her mouth. I started peeing and could feel Tom slamming into her from behind. I looked down and noticed that Vicky’s cheeks were starting to fill up. I stopped peeing and let her swallow. I filled her mouth twice more before I felt like I had emptied my bladder enough that I could relax. Vicky kept sucking on my dick as Tom’s motion from behind her caused her mouth to slide up and down my dick.

While this was happening I looked up to see Emma and Sandy move around on the bed. Sandy laid down and Emma got between her legs putting her mouth over Sandy’s pussy. I could see a bit of piss escape from Emma’s mouth as she swallowed Sandy’s warm pee. Sandy must have finished peeing as Emma shifted her mouth a little bit higher to start licking Sandy’s clit. Emma raised her head up and Sandy looked down with a question of why would she stop.

Emma said, “Sorry but I have to pee too much to keep going. Do you want to drink it up?”

Sandy responded, “Absolutely! Why don’t you put your pussy over my mouth?”

Emma crawled up and put her mouth over Sandy’s mouth. I could hear Sandy’s mouth fill up with piss. Emma paused to let Sandy swallow.

Tom looked up at me and said, “Listening to the piss flow behind me is making me need to pee. Let’s trade places.”

Tom and I switched places. He had his dick in her mouth and her cheeks were puffed out before I even got my dick in her pussy. I slid my cock down her slit and rubbed it against her clit. I moved back and forth for a while before I slid inside of her. Wow, this girl is tight!

I watched as Tom filled her mouth again and again Vicky swallowed every drop. I could tell that Tom had finished peeing as Vicky was now sucking his dick. She pulled back off his dick.

“Who wants to eat my pussy as I pee?”

I said, “Flip over and I will!”

I pulled my cock out of her and she turned around to face me. She could see her cream on my cock. She quickly licked my dick clean with a big smile on her face. She got back on the coffee table on her back and presented me with her pussy. I eagerly stuck my mouth over her piss hole. No sooner had I done that when I was rewarded with a mouth full of piss. I’ve tasted a lot of piss but this was amazing! You could bottle it and make a fortune! My mouth quickly started to overflow and Vicky stopped to let me swallow and then started up again. Tom had come over and was having Vicky suck his dick.

After 5 or six mouthfuls of piss Vicky stopped peeing and I started licking her pussy. I could hear behind me that the girls were enjoying themselves as well. Hearing someone in the throws of ecstasy always gets me going so I really delved into eating Vicky’s pussy. I went down to her honey pot and licked her sweet cream out of her. I moved back up with her wetness slick on my tongue and licked her clit over and over. I could hear screams of orgasms coming from behind me as Vicky started to cum as well. Once she was done cumming I moved out keçiören escort from between her legs.

Vicky said, “I’ve always wanted to have two guys cum in my mouth at the same time, do you think we can arrange that now?”

Tom and I each said yes.

Emma and Sandy got off the bed and the three ladies all kneeled down on the floor. Vicky was between Emma and Sandy. Emma took my cock in her mouth and Sandy took Tom’s in hers. Vicky was moving between Tom and I pulling the cock out of either Emma’s or Sandy’s mouth to take a turn sucking. I could tell that I was close.

I said, “I am about a minute from cumming!”

Tom said, “Me too!”

Vicky moved forward and opened her mouth! Tom and I pulled out of our wives mouths and started doing our final strokes. I looked down and started to aim for Vicky’s mouth. I noticed Tom’s first shot land on Vicky’s lip. I started to cum and shot right into her mouth. Tom and I were both shooting directly into her mouth. Vicky leaned her head back as her mouth started to fill up with cum. I could see some cum start to run down her chin. Emma moved in and started to lick the cum off of Vicky’s chin. Sandy moved in from the other side of Vicky and licked up some cum that was on Vicky’s shoulder.

Vicky could feel both women’s attention on her and pushed a bit of cum out of her mouth so that is started running down her chin and neck. Sandy moved down and got the cum that was trailing down Vicky’s chest just above her damp dress. Emma moved up and started kissing Vicky. Sandy looked up and saw Vicky and Emma kissing and moved up as well. The three of them kissed and swapped cum for a while until they finally started giggling. They cleaned the cum off of each other already hungry for more.

“Would you ladies like to join me in the shower?” asked Sandy.

Both Vicky and Emma nodded yes. Vicky finally took her dress off. Tom and I sat down on the couch and watched the three ladies get into the big walk in shower. As the shower started up I noticed that there was more than enough room for two more.

Tom and I got up and watched the girls play around in the shower. It was sexy. One would get some body wash and pour it all over the others. They would take turns cleaning each other off. They all looked refreshed as Emma pressed her breasts against the glass.

“Do you guys want to join us?”

We walked over and slid open the glass door as the warm damp air hit us. Sandy grabbed my hand and moved me under the water. There were hands all over me. They quickly got me cleaned up spending a bit too much time on my cock, which was now hard.

Emma said, “You’re clean, get out and give Tom a turn.”

I moved out of the shower, towelling myself off as Tom got the all hands treatment that I had just received. I could see he was having the same reaction that I was.

Somebody turned off the water and the door to the shower opened up. I passed towels around for everyone. Watching women dry off is highly erotic but since I was dry I moved out of the bathroom to give them all a bit more room. I picked up a bottle of water to hydrate.

I sat down on the couch and Vicky was the first one to exit the bathroom. She came and sat down beside me. I passed her a bottle of water. Vicky’s hair was still damp and smelled like lilacs. Sandy came out next, picking up a bottle of water as she sat on the other side of me. Tom and Emma came out together and laughed as they saw that they would have to sit on the other couch together.

We all were enjoying our waters and started talking.

“What did you think of two guys cumming in your mouth? I asked Vicky.

Vicky responded, “It was hot but having Emma and Sandy kiss me after was even hotter!”

With all this talk and having a sexy woman on either side of me caused my dick to spring to life. Vicky reached down and started to stroke it. It didn’t take long for her to brink some pre-cum to the tip. Sandy saw this and moved her mouth over my dick while Vicky kept stroking. I looked over and I saw Emma spread her legs for Tom and he brought his mouth down over her mound and I saw her quiver as his tongue made contact with her clit.

Vicky pulled Sandy’s mouth off of my cock and started to kiss her. Sandy moved to the other of me and pushed Vicky down on the couch. Sandy climbed on top of Vicky and I could she their pubic mounds touching. I gently moved their legs apart and took turns licking their pussys. They both tasted amazing but somehow Vicky has more of sweetness to her.

I was down licking Vicky’s pussy when I noticed wetness raining from above. Sandy was peeing and it was running down Vicky’s pussy right into my mouth! I licked up ever drop that came down. I pulled my face away from their pussies noticing that Tom and Emma were sixty-nining on the couch. My moved towards the girls heads and presented my dick. Vicky opened her mouth so I insert my dick and started peeing. Once her cheeks were puffed out I stopped and moved over to Sandy. She started swallowing as I peed.

“Hey no fair, I have to stop to swallow, give him back.” Vicky pouted to Sandy.

I stopped peeing and moved back over to Vicky and filled her mouth once more. I stopped when she got full but this time she held onto my dick and swallowed my pee.

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Recap.

This is a true-life story. This part was a time in my life when I was being guided and conditioned to discover my true position and purpose in life. It was in our early twenties, so Ruth is editing quite a lot of what I have written because her memory of what happened on what dates is a lot better than mine.

As I was about to leave college to enter the job market, Bob and Claire gave us a farewell dinner party, even though Ruth had another nine months to go.

This dinner party was everything I had expected and what happened didn’t really shock me, but it was even more education that got me wondering if I wanted any other Dominants than these two.

* * * * *

Claire slumped back on the sofa and tapped her pussy with her middle finger while her hand massaged her hood and clit. Ruth immediately looked up and shuffled forward.

I could see from Claire’s face as she stared and frowned down at me, that she was not happy. Her pussy looked very red, swollen and wet and ready for sex as she stroked herself, and from that look she gave me, she was really expecting to fuck Bob, but I had really messed that up with my comment.

“It appears we need to teach the little one a bit more respect.” Claire said to her husband looking at Ruth as she spread her wet pussy lips. “I just need a little …. help.”

Ruth smiled, leaned forward and tenderly kissed Claire’s clit hood, but Claire grabbed her head with both hands and roughly pulled her face into her sex.

“Yesssssssss, that feels nice. Mmmmmmm. Get your face in there my little pussy sucker.” She commanded, her eyes briefly closed, showing signs that Ruth’s mouth on her tortured pussy was a welcomed feeling. She circled her fingers into Ruth’s hair as she spoke to her.

“Just keep me ready, while my husband deals with your rude boyfriend. Oooohh, gently little one. Don’t get carried away. Just keep me wet for my husband’s cock.”

Ruth gave a little whimper as Claire squeezed her legs together, trapping her head.

Meanwhile, Bob leaned forward and hooked his finger into one of the eyelets of my collar. He pulled me toward him. We were face to face, Bob frowning, sneering, his top lip was turned up as if he had smelt something really bad. Oh boy he looked very annoyed with me.

“Well, you have upset things haven’t you. We WERE going to TELL you about discipline at some point in your future. But you ….” He paused. “You are going to learn what it means to piss off your dominants.” He let go of my collar and wagged his finger at me. “You have forced us into this.”

I swallowed and I felt like I didn’t want to be here anymore, but I still caught a glimpse of his hard cock waving around as he moved.

“HOW DARE YOU INTERRUPT US.” He shouted at me, before continuing in a slightly quieter voice, still maintaining that commanding and powerful tone. “You really do have a lot more to learn don’t you my young suck boy. You had better learn quicker than this.”

He paused again. “It is not your place to ask such a thing. If we wanted you to fuck your girlfriend …. we would have told you to do it …. but it would be for our amusement …. not your pleasure. Do you understand?”

I nodded quickly as he stood up in front of me, his still erect cock in his hand, standing out from his body, proud and angry looking. He gave himself a couple of strokes to maintain that impressive hardness, his cock now only a few centimetres from my face. He was making sure I was watching and paying attention as he pushed and slid his foreskin back and forth, finally covering his cock head.

I was now faced with a crown of loose foreskin and inside, I could just see the lips of his pee hole. I couldn’t help myself; I was so tempted that I started to lean forward. I couldn’t believe that even after feeling like I had ruined the evening, I still wanted to please him by taking him in my mouth.

*****

I have to take a quick break for readers here.

I feel like I must remind you all just why I keep going on, in so much detail, about my thoughts and feelings, especially about my fascination with another man’s cock.

Remember, I was in my late teens breaking into my twenties and I was only just a few months into my first real longer than six months relationship with a girl. Sex was like a part of breathing to me. It was so exciting, and I needed as much as I could get, especially with Ruth. It dominated my young mind, and I was so lucky to find a girl who wanted me to try everything with her.

I was brought up by very liberal and uninhibited parents in the sixties and seventies, where sex was not necessarily quiet and behind closed doors. My talks with them about the birds and bees was very frank and extremely detailed. Afterwards, I always knew a lot more than my friends at school, and I often found their understanding comical and amusing at times.

I suppose, attending an all-boys school in my early teens, not only helped but pushed me in the direction of my future lifestyle. My friends kastamonu escort and I were always swopping magazines and stories, chatting about the different sorts of sex that we had found out about, and some even boasted about their experiences. This was talked about like winning trophies, but I think we all secretly had our doubts if the bragging was true or just wishful thinking.

But hey, I was a teenager, and I wanted to know more.

Something we never chatted about though as friends, was what our parents got up to or talked to us about. Yes, we laughed and joked about hearing them have sex, but we never went into details, and I never knew if any of them had had the same sort of sex talks as I did with my parents.

I imagined they did, but I wasn’t sure, and it was a topic that was never brought up …. ever.

As I said, I was lucky enough to turn to my parents to explain things a bit better to me. It was still hard and embarrassing for me to initially bring up the subject, especially when they would smile at each other when I clumsily tried to describe the details, but, when I did get the courage, to their credit, they always gave me answers that left me with hardly any follow-on questions.

I sort of always suspected that my parents knew that I had a liking for domination, submission, and later cuckold sex, which gave me the feeling that they knew that I was naturally more submissive.

Conversations with my parents often lingered on those subjects, and my mum seemed to test me by taking the role of the submissive to my dad. And when we chatted about submissiveness, they always ended up with describing a male dominated relationship, and how the man’s cock was the focus of the sub’s world. I can tell you that my dreams and thoughts at night, always had my wank sock full and soaking as I imagined being in such a position.

Even reading my dad’s porn magazines, I constantly sought out the stories about bisexual and submissive males serving male and female dominants, and so you can see where it has all gone from there.

It goes without saying that I didn’t ever speak of such things with my mates at school because I didn’t want to come across as homosexual or weird, something at that time was a real taboo.

Which brings me to this point in my story while in college. I had been introduced, much to my complete sexual delight, to an older hedonistic couple and their friends, and thrust into a very respected Dom/sub world.

To add to my excitement and that need for humiliation, they had accepted me straight away as a male sub, and I ate up everything they did to me with complete abandon of any inhibitions.

Here I was, a young man, surrounded by sex, where I wanted to do what they commanded, for their pleasure. My dicklet was always hard because I was turned on by my dreams coming true. Watching naked people have orgasms, seeing tits, cocks, bums, balls and pussys, and, being up close to everything, well, I found it hot, and to be honest, a little sexually depraved.

Bob’s cock and Claire’s pussy was burned into my mind as a source of their pleasure, but above all, to be respected, adored, and worshipped. Bob and Claire were real and my first dominants. I was spellbound in the realm they had let me enter, and I wanted it all.

*****

Bob briefly smiled as he quickly turned and walked away from me. I regained my balance as I nervously watched his bum cheeks wobble and clench as he walked. To my left, I was very aware that Claire was enjoying Ruth’s worshipping mouth. Purring, moaning noises from Claire drew my attention, but I was conflicted with a need to look at the girls, and what Bob was doing over by the cupboards.

He knelt and looked into the bottom of the cupboard and pulled out what looked like a table tennis bat. I swallowed as he smacked his hand with the paddle a couple of times. He placed the paddle on the floor then he looked over at me. He smiled, seeing I was looking very nervous, he then waved a riding crop at me. My eyes shifted from him to Claire and Ruth then back to him.

He walked back to us carrying the paddle in one hand and crop in the other, swishing it like a skilled sword fighter.

He stood in front of me and deliberately whipped his hips so his cock smacked against my head.

“Open.” He commanded.

I did as I was told and opened my mouth. He moved his cock to my mouth and waited for me to lean forward and accommodate his foreskin covered cock. He gently and slowly moved his hips forward allowing me to take just the head of his cock.

“Now close and suck. Yesss. Good. Now suck my foreskin back. Yesssss. That’s it. I want your tongue on my naked cock head as I teach you manners.” He ordered.

I held him in my mouth and with my lips tightly holding him, I sucked on his engorged cock head. He pulsed it, expanding it, making it as big as he could, letting me feel and lick the now smoothness and shape of it.

I felt the weight of his body touch the top of my head kayaşehir escort as he bent forward, and then the gentle tapping of the riding crop on my buttocks and the crease of my bum. I kept sucking feeling like I was being encouraged by his continual tapping. But then.

“Ooooommmmmm.” I tried to shout. My mouth was full, but I was able to make a crying noise as one of the taps to my bum was a little harder.

SMACK, tap, tap, tap, tap, SMACK.

I felt my skin getting warmer where he was swatting me. Each cheek was alternately receiving a harder smack. I moaned and stopped sucking as I winced with each hard smack.

“Keep sucking.” He ordered in a stern voice. “Come on. Keep sucking me. Let Mistress see you want my cock. Mmmmmmm. Yesssss, like that.”

I concentrated on maintaining my mouth worship of his cock, suckling like a baby on his thick engorged head. I flicked my tongue over his pee hole.

“Oh yes, that’s it. There is the need to suck me. Suck me to please me.” He said as he tap, tap, tapped me, then, SMACK.

He whispered into my ear.

“This is what awaits you out there.” SMACK. “There are some masters who enjoy inflicting a little pain to their subs.” Tap, tap, tap. “Others, like me, will want you to be completely compliant, and they will use a crop or paddle to make sure you know who is in charge of your life.”

He suddenly stopped, stood up right, throwing the crop onto the sofa.

“Open.”

I opened my mouth letting him withdraw his cock. He frowned as he looked down at me.

“Hey, hey, hey …. clean it.”

I noticed that his cock had bubbles of saliva on it, so I quickly licked and sucked them off him. As I did, I relished the feel of his smooth cock head on my tongue, and then then feel of his foreskin on my lips, all pulled back and bunched around his cock head.

He turned away from me and picked up the table tennis bat from the sofa. He looked at Claire. I too looked at her to see her eyes were slowly opening and closing but she still had time to smile and nod back at him.

“Stand up.” He said without looking at me.

I swallowed nervously, stood, and faced him, my dicklet quickly deflating, making my ball look more prominent and sticking out by the cock ring. He made a circling motion with his finger pointing at the carpet, so I turned around.

“Bend over.” Bob ordered. I did as he said. He grabbed me by the hips and positioned me so that my red bum was facing Claire and Ruth. I supported myself by placing my hands on my knees.

I looked behind me and saw his legs and feet as he sat down and then I felt a hand stroking my left bum cheek.

“Although I prefer the crop, some masters may want to use this to punish you.” He said as he circled fingers around my hanging ball, pulling it down slightly into his hand.

SMACK. I reacted by jerking up after the swipe of the paddle hit my bum. Trouble was, he still held my ball in his hand, so as I lurched up, I stretched my own scrotum.

He waited till I stopped moving. It wasn’t a very hard smack, but it did hurt, and it was loud. I felt my bum cheek getting warmer. SMACK. Another slap on my cheek. Ouch. That really hurt and I couldn’t help but make a noise as he tugged my ball down again.

“Owwwwww.”

He then released my ball, and I felt a hand stroke my bum again. I heard him say.

“That’s enough for now. I think you have learnt the lesson.”

He gently swiped my hip and slapped me with his hand.

“Get back on your knees

I turned and knelt, sitting on my heels, facing him as I watched him relax. My focus was back to watching his amazing thick, powerful cock wiggle and stand proud.

I don’t know if it was the punishment that he had given me, but I felt a renewed hunger to suck on his cock. This was weird because I really felt like I wanted to please him, to give him pleasure so that I didn’t receive any further punishment. I felt the warmness where the crop and paddle had hit my buttocks, and all I could remember was the feeling and shape of his smooth cock head on my tongue, and my need to make sure he felt pleasure from my sucking.

He shuffled back on the sofa next to Claire, throwing the paddle and crop on to the floor beside the sofa, then wiggled his big hard cock, to tempt me again. He looked at me with a frowned forehead, staring at me intently, making sure that I was totally absorbed in adoring his cock. He slowly opened his legs, gripping his cock in his hand and once again waved it at me.

I immediately did as he knew I would. It was like instinct, I stared at it.

“Gooooood. Keep that hunger. I like that look of want in your eyes.” He said smiling again as I swallowed just as Claire roughly pushed Ruth’s head from her sex and closed her legs. Ruth sat back on her heels.

“Now, we can have our fun my love.” Bob said to his wife without taking his eyes from mine.

Claire reached out with her foot and paddled my dicklet with her toes. She didn’t kick me; she just kaynarca escort ran her toes over my shaved groin and dicklet, feeling how soft and small I now was.

“Ruth, be a dear, pull the boy’s foreskin back.” She said withdrawing her foot.

OMG. Ruth didn’t even hesitate. I looked down as she reached over and without any gentle touching, pulled my foreskin back as far as it would go and then released me. Her touch made my cock twitch. It was the feeling of her touch, it was nice, but my foreskin didn’t stay pulled back because I was so soft. I looked down, watching as I twitched it again, slowly making it grow bigger and harder, but my foreskin had rolled back and got stuck on my dry cock head.

All the attention was back on me. Even though I was feeling like a scolded puppy, I was still so horny. I wanted to show them I was turned on, even if it was embarrassing.

Bob looked at Claire, then he turned to Ruth and pointed at my dicklet, giggling. “For God’s sake, get your mouth on his dicklet and wet it. It looks bone dry.”

Ruth immediately ducked her head down between my legs and took the tip of my dicklet in her mouth. I felt her hair rub my stomach as she positioned herself to get her lips over my cock head.

I felt her mouth rub my naked cock head as she sucked and pushed my foreskin back. Oh yes, that felt so good. Holding me in her hot mouth, her tongue licked along the underside of my cock. She sucked me a couple of times, then when she lifted her head, I looked down.

This time, there were little bubbles of saliva all over my cock head, so I quickly held myself and worked the wetness into my dicklet, moving my foreskin back and forward.

They let me stroke for a few seconds, then Claire touched my hand with her foot. I removed my hand and watched her foot touch and paddle my hardening cock once again.

“BOY.” My head snapped up to look at Bob while Claire now gently tapped me with her foot.

“Ruth is here for our pleasure. YOU are here for our pleasure.” He let that sink in then waved his cock at me. “Look at my cock.” I stared at it.

“Get it in your head. You are both submissives. You are OUR submissives. Understand this. Mistress and I will have sex when we want, and you will both watch …. and when we tell you, you will both do what we want …. for OUR pleasure.”

We nodded as he repeated. “Your Mistress and I will have sex and you will watch …. and you will have the honour watching how we fuck.”

I kept staring at his amazing, marvellous cock, now thinking about him and Claire fucking.

He then described what he wanted us to think about, speaking very slowly, while waving his cock in his hand.

“You will watch Mistress slide up and down on my cock …. her HOT …. WET …. PUSSY …. sucking my cock into her, and …. and you will have a respectful urge to kiss my heavy, full balls.”

I quickly looked at Ruth. She was swallowing, also staring at Bob’s cock as he spoke.

“You will both admire my cum filled balls. After a while, when we say, you will both beg me to empty them and cum in Claire.” He looked into Claire’s smiling face as is cock throbbed and expanded in his hand from his own words.

“YOU will do as we tell you …. not what YOU want to do.” Bob said to me, leaning forward and kissing Claire. She then leaned over and gave him a long passionate kiss.

“Oooooohhhh, my love.” Claire purred to Bob as she once again lifted her leg and straddled his lap. Bob was loving the attention from his wife and they both laughed. He gripped her breasts and squeezed them, kissing her nipples.

Sitting astride Bob’s legs, Claire lifted up onto her knees. I watched her hand grab him between her legs and rubbed the head of his cock over her pussy lips. She looked sticky and sloppy from Ruth’s mouth as she wiped his cock over her lips, then when she found and touched her vagina with his cock head, she stopped then slowly sank down on him.

I felt Ruth’s slightly cold but soft body as she shuffled and cuddled up to me. I loved smelling Ruth’s perfume as we both watched Bob’s cock head slowly disappear inside Claire, loving how her pussy stretched open to accommodate his thickness.

We were both now given a close up look at her gorgeous and twitching puckered bum hole. She sank down, lifted, then sank down a little more. My heart was racing as I watched, seeing Claire’s pussy lips around Bob’s throbbing cock. Oh wow, with only half of his cock inside her, she stopped, then lifted and let him slide out of her letting his thick cock slap on his stomach.

Hovering over the length of his cock, Claire looked over her shoulder and down at me, her face looking flushed with pleasure.

“Boy, hold his penis for me.” She ordered. I hesitated and looked at Ruth.

“Oh for God’s sake. Ruth, show him what to do it.”

Embarrassed, I eagerly shuffled forward and waited till Claire lifted a little more so I could take hold of Bob’s cock. Ruth shuffled up with me, our bodies rubbing against each other as we got in close to our hosts.

She kissed my shoulder. Oh wow. Just that touch from Ruth had my dicklet throbbing again. My young male mind was thinking of her skin against me, and she felt slightly cold against me, but she was so soft and smooth and …. sexy.

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I met Krista on her first day, as she introduced herself to everyone, cubicle by cubicle. I thought nothing of her. I had already been with the company for almost a year and was honestly pretty sour toward life for multiple boring reasons. I hadn’t even considered her farts. (Dire times.)

She was young, and during her introduction, she mentioned she had just celebrated a birthday–her 21st. She had graduated from college early, and it turned out she had a loose connection to our company so she was a junior rep just like that. Krista was young, but also looked way younger. I wouldn’t have been surprised if she had told me she was a junior in high school. But she was 21 and I was kind of annoyed with her in general. At first.

Krista is 100% Italian, and probably 4 foot 11, 80 lbs. She has no shape at all. Each of her ass cheeks could fit easily in my hand. Her long black hair went to her non-existent tits. As her first month came and went, I admit, I got a little interested.

Everything else in my life had dried up, so when she started paying attention to me, Flirting in the break room, asking me for help on things that were so easy, it was clear she knew how to do them, but wanted me close. It felt really good.

On a Friday, right as the weather started getting colder in the Fall, she organized a work happy hour at a bar around the corner from our building downtown. All 12 or so of my team went and we drank a bit which was fine, but I was now focused on Krista. She drank slowly and laughed at everyone’s jokes and kept catching my eye across the table. I checked my phone, because I am addicted to checking my phone, and she had texted me: “Can I stay over?”

What? I asked myself. I barely knew her and forgot I even had her number. While it was fun flirting and imagining what her pussy would feel like suctioning my cock, I sort of thought this was just fun banter and office teasing.

I got up to go to the restroom without responding to her text, and when I came out, she was standing in the far corner near the women’s restroom and signaled for me to come over. I did, about to ask her what she had meant in her text and she raised herself up on her tippy toes and pulled my head in for a kiss. The kiss was quick but made an impact.

“Do you really want to stay over?” I asked, making sure she wanted to for real, and that this wasn’t a potential drunken mistake she’d regret.

“I live with my parents, you know, and don’t feel like dealing with them tonight. You live close right?” She asked, holding my hand.

“It’s a bit of a drive,” I said. Which it was but not terrible.

“OK great. Leave now and I’ll join you in the parking garage karasu escort in 10 minutes.”

An easy enough plan. It worked and soon we were at my apartment on the border of the city and the suburbs.

Inside, we had another drink. And then she asked if she could borrow sweatpants and a hoodie. Seemed odd because she was so small and I am realistically a monster in comparison. But, I gave her what she asked for and she went to the bathroom to change.

When she came out, she actually, somehow, looked cuter. Actually she looked fucking hot.

“Must be nice living alone,” she said.

“It can be. But out here, it isn’t all that exciting.”

Then suddenly, she started slowly and subtly dancing in place, with no music accompanying her, as I sat on my couch. If anyone had seen, it would have looked like the weirdest lap dance.

I finally pulled her to me by her hips and said, “Should we?”

She answered, smiling, “Should we what?” She laughed and kissed me and soon we were both naked on my floor, the lights on, and while the curtains were pulled closed, I am still not sure if people could have seen in.

She was remarkably quiet that first time. She took my hand and placed it on her pussy and locked my eyes as I started rubbing her tiny clit. She didn’t say anything, but writhed on the floor, spreading her skinny legs wider, till her knees were almost behind her head. She was tan everywhere, which makes me think that she went to tanning salons and was naked for each session. Also hot. I got to my knees and my cock was stunningly hard. She stroked it once or twice and smiled at me, still silent. She nodded as I said, “You want me inside now?” She kept nodding, giving me express consent.

Her pussy was so tight, it took a few tries to get it in. Even with her being so wet, her hole was too little, and if I had to guess, probably not well used. When it finally slid in, she sucked in a sharp breath and I waited and she grimaced. I pulled out slowly and she said, “No, come on.” When I plunged back in, she squealed and I didn’t last long. I dumped my load on her flat, toned stomach and stood, embarrassed.

She got dressed and things were awkward for a bit. I knew that was likely not what she wanted, but we did our best to hang out, drink some more, then we went to bed.

That did not help my overall outlook on anything in my life, but the next morning, things got better.

We woke early, at around 7:30, and she seemed to have forgotten about last night. She said, “that felt so good last night.”

I didn’t believe her. Laying next to me, fully clothed, she was too cute for me. Too innocent seeming. “I karatay escort highly doubt that.”

“I’m not that experienced, you know, sexually.”

“Well, I am,” I said. “I am sorry it didn’t work out as you had hoped.”

“Oh but it did. I came so hard as soon as you came on me. Didn’t you notice?”

I hadn’t. I was too worried about being a two-pump chump. “You did?”

“I know it sounds weird, but that is what gets me to cum,” she said. Then laughed, “well, kind of…” She went on to explain that she gets horny, and has even cum in the past, by the sheer fact of knowing guys are cumming with her or to her or on her. She mentioned that one time, she posted a bikini pic on Instagram and it got more than 200 likes and few DMs and she ended up cumming just from touching her pussy one time, imagining all the guys getting hard and cumming for her.

“I know that is vapid, but I nearly passed out last night when you came. I was so flattered and so horny.”

This gave me an idea. I said, still kind of drunk, “So. Wait, you will cum, just from making me cum? Is that right?”

“I think so. Again, I am still kind of new to all of this.”

“So let’s do an experiment…” I said, sitting up.

“Sure!” she said, meeting my pose.

“I know how you can make me cum hard. Harder than last night.”

Without hesitation, “Sure! Let’s do it!” She was so young and eager.

“But it might seem weird…” I said, straight up letting that sentiment trail off.

“Oh my god shut up! I am so….so horny.” she said, feigning anger. “What do you want?”

“Well….” I said, “get naked and get on all fours.”

She did as I asked. Her butt cheeks were so tiny that she was automatically spread wide just from assuming that position. Her butthole was of course so tiny. And lighter in color. The tanning bed didn’t get to her tiny, perfect poop hole, I noticed.

“OK?” she asked.

“Yes.” I said, and leaned down to sniff her spread butthole.

“Oh…wait…” she said. And I pulled back. She had smelled amazing, but that was what she was worried about. “Um, you might not want to do that….”

“Why not?” I asked, now lightly stroking her small pussy lips.

“I haven’t showered and it is likely gross!” she laughed, yet held her position. Her legs quivered slightly as I stroked her labia.

“Look though,” I said and she turned around to see my hard cock, almost shiny from rigidity.

“Are you hard…from smelling my butt?” she asked. Not the first time that question had been posed to me over the years.

“I need you to be honest, OK?” I asked.

“OK…” she said.

“Why is this hole so stinky?”

“For karlıova escort one, it’s a butthole,” she said.

“Yes?” I said, coyly, “and?”

“I pooped before we left for happy hour…” she laughed nervously. “is that what you want to know?”

“Hey,” I said, “I love this. I will cum so hard if we keep this up. Don’t be embarrassed.”

“OK.” she said.

“Have you ever farted in the office?” I asked, then lightly licking her slimy anus.

“Um yes of course!” she said, looking over her shoulder. “I never farted near you though, I wanted you to like me. Now that I know… well, now I will, if you want.”

“I would love that, Krista. I want you to cum.”

“I am really fucking horny,” she said. “I can’t believe I am this fucking horny…” she laughed some more, not nervously, but sort of in astonishment.

“Are you gassy now? We drank a lot last night…” I asked

“Um, kind of.. but are you serious?”

“I bet you have the best smelling farts…”

Then, in my face as I was about to plunge my tongue into her little hole, she let out the loudest fart I had ever heard from someone so small.

“Oh my god!” She said. “Sorry!”

Something about that moment made me cum, but not in a normal way. I jerked off and as I was unloading my balls, I said, “Holy fuck that was the best fart baby…. I am cumming for your dirty asshole…” and as I kept shooting ropes, she turned over and rubbed her pussy and started cumming too. She squealed, “I’m cumming now, smell my farts….” she farted again, loudly, and the smell filled my lungs perfectly as I kept cumming. Maybe the longest orgasm I’ve had up to that point. It probably lasted like 3 minutes.

We held each other afterward, naked and surrounded by her stench. She farted again and I laughed and said, “give me a few minutes!” We giggled and fell asleep for an hour or two and when I woke, she was whispering in my ear, “I have to poop now…” and smiled brightly.

She got up, fully naked still, and pranced to my bathroom, leaving the door open. “Does this turn you on, too?” she called. I was naked, too, but when she saw me in the doorway, she got shy and covered her little tits and pulled her knees together. “You cum to girls pooping too?”

“I might….” I said.

“Jerk it…” she said, and I heard two fat plops, she then opened her knees and used her right hand to rub her pussy. I walked closer to her and as I came on her face, she came, too.

I watched her wipe and we showered together after. We fucked hard twice that afternoon and I came again way too fast. But so did she.

Krista and I dated, secretly for a few months before she put in her two weeks because she had gotten accepted to nursing school. We are still social media friends, and I am pretty sure she at least told a few of her friends because the ones I knew through Krista made a bunch of weird off-hand comments to me whenever we’d all hang out.

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*CRUNCH*

The snapping of large bones and organs beneath the barding-clad Wyvern’s talons, clutching the Faceless as it lands forcefully atop its foe. Its terrible glowing eyes leers and scans around it to assess the surroundings and to cause space with its serpentine neck.

*CRACK*

The sound of Thunder ebbs from the riders fingertips, unleashing a erratic storm of electric beams from her fingertips, clearing out another Faceless to her right.

“Nine left? Shouldn’t be too much to handle.”

The voluptuous rider states to herself as she maintains distance against the remaining mindless masses of malignant malevolent marked. An arrow whizzes past her, the shaft barely glancing her arm from behind. Ill deterred by the too-close-for-comfort artillery, the rider mulls over why the Faceless has taken stride in the countryside as of late, our hero unleashes more energy from her fingers-

*snap*

-until the sound of her strap on her embalmed in the crevice of her burgeoning bosom brings her to focus. Staring down her energy enveloped self, the cascading mauve and cetacean aura pulsate around her being. A roar draws her attention away from her unaccustomed attire accident to meet the face of a Stoneborn appearing from the dark wood with an unnerving stealth that our magical Malig has only seen years ago in the Norh-Hoshido war. With few options, our rider prepares another Thunder spell from her tome, the darkened energies starting to focus near her fingertips. The Stoneborn starts an uncanny charge, knocking away soldier and faceless alike when noting the magical energy pulsating around the rider.

“Come here ya big lug, I have more than enough for you~”

She taunts in her sultry voice, almost letting loose a cackle as the Stornborn charges right where she wants it to. Just as she is about to fire her beam at the creature, her mount recoils and topples to their left. Jerking her head to the right in response, the rider notes quickly that another Stoneborn tossed a boulder, five feet in diameter, at the face of the poor magic-powered reptile.

“How… How did it out-“

*Thud*

The poor creature lands on its side, confused and unsure of the recent events. More-so, the rider found herself beneath it, the momentum of the fall causing her stirrups to tear and having her get caught underneath the creature. With her metal corset all that is keeping the wyvern from crushing half of her, she tries squeezing away from the collapsed creature. The Wyvern panicking is less than helpful, but an unusual sight for the nearby platoon, used to it and the rider being a pinnacle of combat courage that sees them through countless battles before.

“Sorry sweety, but-“

With the apology, the rider digs her fingers into the ground beneath them and fires off the blast she was preparing before. A cloud kars escort of dirt and magic explodes from underneath the mock-dragon, magic-propelled stone and dirt scatter the battlefield, leaving a dust cloud for those in the immediate area. The Stoneface, Faceless, and soldiers are all left in a whirlwind of confusion and obfuscation. The Stoneface charging fumbles and falls in the befuddlement of its lack of senses, relying on its magic-powered sight to find and destroy those it is summoned to destroy. The other Stoneface that blindsided proceeds forth to find its prey. But as it exits out of the cover of foliage and bark, a plump human drops down on its back from a tree, unleashing a magic-propelled axe-blow to the back of its head, causing the creature to crumble and fall forward. With a lurid gait, the attacker brushes back her long, thick lavender-purple hair from her face back to its more natural positioning as she moves to the solid ground off the headless casualty, towards the settling dust cloud.

A massive store fist, larger than the rider juts out from the cloud, using the cover to try and attack the rider. It catches not her torso, but stopped by a glowing axe, burning red hot with magical energy still dissipating from the last spell, holding back the giant with only one hand on her axe.

“Nice try but…”

The crackling magic envelops her once more, the golden side emblems adorn her hips pop off from a building pressure boiling inside of the rider, the lower edging of her battle corset pushing up, no longer hanging loosely but her hips pushing them up. The energy finally releases from her hand as she grasps her great axe, causing it to split from the Stoneface’s hand, through its wrist and arm, and rupturing past its elbow. A more natural reaction to losing a limb would be to reel back, but the Stoneface was anything but natural. Rather, it swings with its other hand as the axe cascades through its right arm, hoping to still meet its objective.

Noting the other arm, the Rider allows the momentum of the blasting axe to move forward into a forward roll.

With both its missing hand and missed attack, the Stoneface looses balance and falls forward, almost collapsing atop the rider. Another blast fires through its chest, falling forward, with its torso making a circular bit around the rider, leaving her unscathed by the fall.

“…it will take more than that to fell a Norhian Prin-“

The black and violet clad rider collapses, purple bolts of magic pulsating around her and she convulses on the ground.

“So that’s when you moved in and brought her back?”

A nervous soldier, still catching her breath as she tried to finish her report to the white-haired commander of their unit. Finally finding breath, she exclaims,

“Yes, my princess, and we rushed her back here as karşıyaka escort fast as we could!”

The long-haired royalty nods her head in understanding. It seems the soldier speaks truth, but the state in which Camilla was brought back is more of her concern.

“And she was found like… This?”

Nodding to the out cold Norhian princess, she seems not too lost for wear. In health she came out of the skirmish much better than many of the unit did: some scraps, a scuff here and there, a few shallow cuts, and dented armor. But what has Corrin concerned are more of the details that do add up… and that do not. The purple scars adorn Camillas face and limbs pulsate with magic seem to be magical backlash, which makes sense to Corrin. After all, they have been on an extended border guard service for well over a month, and a march that long following monster attacks one after the other can take its toll on magic users. What has Corrin concerned are more… unusual side effects, kinds she hasn’t seen before.

Indeed, Camilla seems to be a bloated facsimile of the Norhian princess that Corrin grew up with. A once strong-yet-approachable princess now is adorning in a thick layer of cellulite and fat, adding an average of 5 inches all around in favorable circumstances. Though a cloth was placed over her to preserve a semblance of modesty, a concept the Corrin knew Camilla would not be master of, is to preserve anymore of her flesh being exposed to the soldiers and camp. No, the addition of weight has caused her undergarments to fall apart, unable to hold the excess weight. Her thigh-to-hip armoring were needed to be cut-off to maintain circulation, reviling dimpled thighs and thick ankles. The corset was cut from the back to give way to a burgeoning stomach, bloated and distended as though she practiced feasting instead of training, with now love handles that almost rest on the ballooned hips.

Arms once clad in dense muscle give way to softer forearms, losing its tight form for a softer consistency, though still similar in size. The sharp cut of her chin has softened, and her face forming closer to a u instead of the balanced v-u of before, framed with the start of a second chin. But most notable when facing her are her biggest detractors. Her breasts, the largest of Norhian royalty and the eye of envy to many, the weapon Camilla utilized to throw off her opponents that would underestimate the menacing princess, have jumped from the mid 44H range to the 50H, though saying the cup size stayed the same would be flattery at best and a lie at worst, pushing to the definition of chest melons to the over ripened conclusion, but now adorn with a softer back that give more way into a much more ill-fitting bra, now dangerously close to exposing her nipples somehow.

The idea of Camilla growing in such a kartal escort scale flummoxes Corrin, but curiosity ultimately sidelines for worry. Felicia cannot make heads or tails of the current situation. The countries best healers, Elise and Sakura, are a long journey away. But if this didn’t call for the use of emergency magic, Corrin is unsure what will. Corrin squeezes her sisters hand, more for assurance for herself than the worry for her sibling.

At least, this was the case Corrin presented to the units’ primary magic user, Nyx.

“If magic did this to her, and we do not know the causes of what KIND of magic, what do you think the power of a long-range teleportation would do to her? We have no idea how this started and meddling into more magical means through her could have unforeseen consequences.”

Nyx replied bluntly and begins to walk away. Awkward but the usual M.O. for the ambiguous ally. Corrin catches her shoulder and spins the magic user around with great force.

“We cannot sit around and do-nothing Nyx, she is my family!”

Nyx drops her head; avoiding the piercing eyes of the dragon-blooded commander whose gaze comes too close for comfort for the aloof mage.

“My liege, I admire your commitment to Lady Camilla, but I fear if this is a kind of curse

But Curses are beset by another, powerful caster. That would mean-“

In unison, “the Faceless were summoned”

Corrin continues, “She was fighting Faceless, but to think they would engage in the curse now… Why wait this long?”

“To strike her when she was weak. The soldiers’ said Camilla was blindsided by a Stoneface.”

“Even for monsters such as these, it takes allot to surprise a trained solider in the league of Camilla.”

“Which is why it is strange for them to even attempt to blindside, instead of the weeks of head-on attacks. Therefore, I do think it was intentional. If they can take out the border guard…”

“… Then the border is exposed. No, this could reignite the war again! We must send for help!”

“What barbarian would do this? Who gains from sabotaging the peace treaty?”

The tent flap opens as a solider is being brought inside. Corrin turns to meet the new company, when her eyes catch to the soldier; bloating and expanding in size as she’s being carried in with a stretcher. The expanding solider seemed familiar, she she pipes up,

“Sorry commander, I-I-“

The stuttering speech is being interrupted by buttons holding the soldier’s shirt goes flying in all directions, one eerily close shoot past Corrins head. Corrin face drops in complexion as she notes something of the solider. Her head begins to spin as Nyx catches her, helping her over to a chair. Corrin begins to fan herself, feel a heatwave move through her suddenly and the ability to catch her breath confounds her.

“Nyx… That…”

*pant*

“Thats the solider that helped bring Camilla in. That means…”

*wheeze*

Nyx stares at her hands, as she notes black energy starts to ripple in her hands and a warmth envelops her body, “The curse spreads through touch!”

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Its Saturday morning and my wife and I bumped into each other going about our chores and instantly grope each other by the genitals.

I slide one hand down her slacks feeling her wetness while she eagerly grabs my now growing cock.

A feeling and act we often perform and as always, it felt intense. It’s been over two weeks since we last made love.

Not long after our encounter we “meet” each other in the room and it is clear that we both have a wanting for each other. She is already dressed in a see-through skirt displaying her eagerness for some passion and sits down on the lounger in a rather provocative way, spraying open her legs just enough to make a “come touch my pussy” statement. I bolt the room door and return to the lounger where I drop down on my knees as she lays down in front of me.

I quickly remove her panties and note the wet spot confirming she is in anticipation of what is to come. Off comes the see-through skirt and blouse leaving her naked and vulnerable to my touch. I gently spread open her legs and part her pussy lips just enough to get a view of her wetness. Her hands already exploring herself as she rubs her clitoris. The vision automatically draws my head down between her legs and my mouth meets her gorgeous velvet smooth pussy. I start licking her clitoris slowly and suck on it between licks. I let my tongue wonder around her pussy, darting into her wetness and tasting her delicious love juices and drawing in her karakoçan escort aroma deep into my olfactory, wakening every sexual thought of her within me.

I continue to lick and suck on her now hardening clitoris while clasping her buttocks with one hand while massaging her beautiful firm breasts with the other. A position I gladly submit too. A position I love, to suck on her hot wet pussy.

It’s not long when I feel her thrusting her mound towards my mouth, encouraging me to enhance my foreplay, to which I gladly respond. Her body now grinding up onto me and I glance at her as she grabs her hair with her left hand while caressing her breast with her right. I know this to be her heightened state of sexual feeling, she is now quite horny. I quicken the licking and sucking on her now erect clitoris and dart my tongue into her wet pussy, taking in her juices of which I cannot get enough of.

Her hand now grabs for my erect cock, and she slowly strokes it up and down, her touch sends electric pulses through my body, and I start to gently fuck her hand. She senses my heightened horniness and says: “I want to suck your cock”. I quickly insert a finger deep inside her pussy and put it into my mouth, relishing the taste of her as I move forward to present my hard cock to her mouth.

She expertly takes me and licks me, sucks me, and treats me to a sensation not possible in any way to explain. I gently fuck her mouth as I karaköy escort look into her loving eyes and the sensation drives me to a groan of pleasure. I quietly moan “ahh, this is beautiful” to which she reciprocates and intense suck but then withdraws and kisses the head of my cock. The instant loss of the sensation instinctively makes me grab my cock and start to masturbate in front of her naked vision.

The thought of coming on her breasts and body is ecstatic.

She senses my horniness and quickly guides my, hard throbbing cock into her hot wet pussy. I slide my cock deep into her, feeling her body twitch with pleasure. I start sucking on her nipples as I thrust in and out of her, each time feeling her wetness cover my cock. She thrusts back at me as we both groan with ecstasy, each time I thrust deep into her hot pussy. With the taste and aroma of her love juices still on my mouth coupled with the sensation of my rock-hard cock gliding in and out of her gorgeous hot wet pussy, and her heightened horniness, drives me passed the point of no return.

With a rush, I cum deep inside her with a feeling of total passion passing over me. I lay on top of her, my cock pulsating as I keep coming inside her. The feeling is indescribably beautiful.

As I feel my cock go limp, we caress and comfort each other. I can feel she is still horny and, I now wonder if she came. This excites me. I slip my now soft, but very wet cock karaman escort out of her and she quickly clutches her pussy capturing our combined love juices from flowing out of her. I grab a towel to wipe myself off, as she wipes her now wet hand.

I then kneel next to her. I slowly spread her legs and start licking and sucking her beautifully enlarged and wet clitoris. She immediately grinds up into my mouth and I respond with eagerness and increased attention to her needs. In fact, I need it too. I keep sucking and licking her all the time while she grounds against me with pleasure. She guides my wondering hand towards her pussy, and I immediately know she needs extra attention. I insert two fingers into her hot wet pussy, which is still filled with both our love juices, and I finger her lovingly. Her breathing and groaning increases as her horniness intensify. I keep fingering her with both fingers while sucking and licking her, tasting both our love juices mixed, together. Her horniness drives me crazy as I feel my cock hardening again. I want to push my cock into her mouth, but I am consumed by her heightened state of pleasure and continue fingering and sucking her till I feel her body subside into total hypnotic state of ecstasy. I slowly withdraw my now soaked fingers, covered in our love juices from her hot wet pussy, and lay beside her as we once again comfort each other.

The taste and aroma of her is now even more enhanced on my mouth and each breath I take I relive every gorgeous moment licking and sucking her. This continues for the rest of the day and each time I smell her, I instantly get a hard on, just thinking about sucking her.

I often wonder if she has the same thoughts as I do. What do you think?

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Louise and I became fuck buddies in 2015, after we initially met through a online dating app. two dates later she admitted to me that she was married and not seeking a serious romantic relationship just wanted sex. She was however looking for a younger man to supply her with sex. She had not lied on her profile and I was well aware of our age difference because that was one of the factors that had attracted me to her, plus the fact that she looked gorgeous. Louise was 58 and I was 40. I was flattered and excited when she asked me straight out if I was interested in her proposition, I immediately accepted and agreed that we would meet at a local hotel later that week to confirm that we were both sexually compatible.

That first meeting was incredible, we slowly undressed each other, she looked fantastic nude, she had a figure that most twenty year old girls would envy. The sex was brilliant, filled with laughter and giggles as we explored each other’s bodies. We sucked and fucked each other for the next three hours, I quickly discovered that Louise was capable of multiple orgasms especially when I used my fingers and tongue on her clit. From the start she insisted that we did not need to use condoms, due to being quite far through the menopause there was no chance of her getting pregnant. She seemed to genuinely relish the taste and feel of my load when I finally ejaculated into her mouth following a lengthy blowjob. Louise must have cum eight or nine times and I managed three times kapaklı escort myself before I admitted that my cock was sore so we had to finish for the evening.

Louise was very satisfied and we arranged to meet again in a fortnight. I suggested that it was silly to use a hotel and we should make use of my flat and from then on that is what we did.

We would meet on average once a month, sometimes three. She would arrive punctually at six and always said that she had to leave by ten. Over the next six months I gradually learnt more about her and her life. She told me that husband was older than her and worked in finance in the city. She said that he had little interest in sex and they had separate bedrooms. One evening while we were in the shower before she left, I asked her what would happen if he found out about our fuck sessions. She shocked me by saying that he already knew and the following day after each of our meetings he would come into her room and she would have to recount what we had done in graphic detail. While she was telling him he would usually get her to wank his small cock him until he came over her breasts.

One weekend I had a surprise call from Louise saying that she was close to my flat and asked if it was convenient for her to come around saying that she was feeling very horny. Ten minutes later she was in my flat sucking my cock until she lifted her skirt and pulled her knickers to one side while I fucked her. Minutes later she straightened karabağlar escort her clothes, kissed me on the cheek and left. Only once did she stay overnight, she had told her husband that she was going to a show with a girlfriend and staying in a hotel after. That one night was epic and one that I will always remember, we were both drained when she left the next morning. Gradually the period between each meeting got longer and I felt that we were beginning to get bored. It was at this time Louise made her strangest request. She was on her belly between my legs with my cock in her mouth when she looked up at me and asked if I would come to her home and fuck her while her husband was in the same room watching us.

I told her that I was very nervous of the idea but she was insistent and assured me that her husband would take no part and stay on the sidelines. Eventually, even though I was unhappy about the thought of being in the same room as her husband, I agreed. When the day arrived I drove to her house, Louise opened the door to me and led me straight upstairs to her bedroom. The room was quite dark except for a small spotlight aimed at the bed. Louise left me to take a shower and then I sat on the bed wearing a robe around me waiting for her to return.

When she walked into the room she was totally different to anything that I saw her before. She was wearing sexy black lingerie with suspenders, black stockings and high heel shoes. She walked karabük escort over to me and pulled the robe open, pushed me onto my back and immediately started sucking my cock. I heard a slight creaking noise and out of the corner of my eye I could see that the bedroom door was partly open. Louise straddled me and removed the black bra, she lay on me and whispered thank you into my ear. I might have been nervous but that did not stop my cock from getting as hard as usual. I managed to push the tiny black knickers down over Louise’s arse and she kicked them off the bed. Louise climbed up my body and pressed her pussy with its crown of black hair onto my mouth. My tongue went to work on her clit and as usual she was soon trembling and my face was covered with her sweet juices.

Then I heard a voice shout FUCK HER, FUCK THE SLUT. Louise told me to ignore him. She slid down and I felt myself slipping inside her, she ground her pussy hard against me until I felt her orgasm again. In a strange way I found that I was far more excited than usual and I quickly emptied my balls into her in a powerful climax. I looked to the side and saw this small man with his trousers around his ankles wanking furiously. Louise reached towards him and after a few strokes of his cock he came onto her arm. As soon as he had finished he left, I had not even seen his face. Louise apologised for putting me through that. I dressed and left but not before confirming a date for her to come to my flat again.

We only had a few more meetings at my flat and I was very disappointed when Louise told me that it was time for us to finish as she was getting emotionally attached to me and it wasn’t fair on her husband. I still look back with great affection for all the time that we were together.

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— Prologue —

“So, we both know the plan for tomorrow.” Aaron asked, pulling back the covers on the bed.

“Yes,” I agreed, tossing my clothes into the hamper. “Pleasure Marathon.” I giggled, climbing into bed next to him.

He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, our naked bodies spooning tightly. “At least one of us must get sexually pleasured in each room of the house before the end of day.” He whispered in my ear, reminding me of the rules. “Whoever initiates the encounter gets one point for that room.”

I pressed my hips against him, adding, “And no clothes for the whole day.”

Being held in his arms, I had no trouble falling asleep. I quickly drifted off to sleep with thoughts of tomorrow filling my head.

— Master Bedroom —

Aaron always slept longer than me, and today was no exception. I woke up to the sunrise breaking through our window, and slowly sat up, pushing the covers off of myself.

Looking over at him, I smiled. He had rolled over onto his back, sometime throughout the night and kicked off the blanket. I admired his dark, muscular body, as I rubbed my eyes.

Letting him sleep a little longer, I quietly made my way to the bathroom and began my morning routine. Aaron was still sleeping when I finished, but something had changed that put a mischievous smile on my face.

Mother nature was calling and I was going to answer. Between his legs, Aaron had morning wood. Crawling between his legs, I gently pushed my fingers up his thighs, lightly wrapping them around his rigid member.

With my elbows planted on the bed for support, I pressed my tongue to the base of his thick shaft. Slowly dragging my tongue up, I wrapped my lips around his tip and began bobbing my head lower. My tongue swirled around hitting all of his pleasure centers; I knew Aaron’s body, probably better than he did at this point.

He woke up and stretched as his cock bottomed out in the back of my throat. “Ohh, Morgan.” He moaned my name as I moved my hand to massage his jewels.

I continued as I felt the familiar throb that came right before he did. His muscles tensed as his hot goo shot down my throat and filled my mouth.

I slurped down the rest and began licking him clean before I wiped my mouth. “That’s the master bedroom complete.”

I stood and walked to the door, stopping to give him one last mischievous grin before disappearing out of view.

— Kitchen —

After leaving the bedroom, I walked to the kitchen and grabbed the coffee pot. Dumping out the old coffee, I refilled the carafe and poured the water into the coffee maker. As I was scooping new grounds into the filter, Aaron walked into the kitchen, a devilish smile across his face. It was a look I knew all too well.

“No, no, no. Wait.” I tried as he approached, but he didn’t listen.

His hands latched to my ribs, and I dropped the scoop as my arms snapped to my sides. Squeals escaped my mouth as I contracted, my body involuntarily shrinking as he tickled me.

“Stop, stop.” I laughed, trying to fight against the tickling.

When he finally finished his relentless assault, I was out of breath and almost on the floor. Effortlessly, he lifted me up and tried to kiss me. I turned as he leaned in and gave him my cheek. I made a pouty face at him, and he tried to kiss me again. I turned the other way, but again he kissed my cheek.

When I looked back at him, he had a smirk on his face, and I wrapped my legs around his waist. I couldn’t stay mad at him. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him several times.

With me wrapped around his torso, he finished prepping the coffee. After pressing start on the machine, he moved his hands under my ass and pulled me up further.

His fingers, tightly gripping against my skin, began raking back and forth, causing my body to tingle with excitement. As his fingers inched closer to my tender wetness, my heart began to flutter with anticipation.

As he teased my lips, I reached down to feel for him, and found him to be as ready as I was. Almost as if he read my mind, Aaron started lowering me. I guided him in and began rocking my hips as I slid down onto him.

My eyes rolled as I pushed down further. When he was fully inside, he moved his arms under my knees, and I began lifting myself off. Rolling my hips as I moved up and down, we quickly found a rhythm.

As both of our bodies approached climax, he stepped over and pressed me against the wall. His hands pushed my thighs, pinning them back as his thrusts grew harder and faster.

Our breathing grew heavy and ragged as pleasure built. My body throbbed against his as we finished together. Slowing down, we grabbed and kissed each other, holding tight as we caught our breaths.

I chuckled as he sat me back down on the ground; my legs were weak. Carefully I made my way over to the coffee pot and filled two mugs.

Aaron picked one up and smugly said, “Kitchen, complete.”

— Game Room —

After we finished drinking coffee together, we went to our respective maraş escort spaces. Aaron claimed the den as his Man Cave, and I got the guest room, which we converted into a sort of Gamer Girl room.

It was kind of cliche, but I had decorated the room full of pink lights and pop culture decor. My chair was Hello Kitty themed and all of my peripherals were pink as well.

I sat down at my computer and logged in. After joining a Discord call, I loaded up the game Fortnite. Some of the people from our server joined the call and I invited them to play with me.

I smiled to myself as we loaded into the match; these boys had no idea that I was completely naked on the other side of the mic. It was an exciting thought.

We played together for a while, before Aaron stepped into the doorway, that devilish smile of his wide across his face.

“No.” I mouthed, fighting a smirk as I turned back to the game. Of course he didn’t listen.

He walked behind my chair and put his hands on my shoulders. Just feeling his hands on my skin made my breathing heavy with anticipation. As his fingers pressed lower down my chest, my teammate, MustyDuck, called out an approaching enemy team.

“Two enemies in the house.” He said, “Pushing.”

“Right behind you, Ducky.” I said, trying to remain calm.

Aaron’s fingers grazed my breasts as I walked into the house. His fondling was making it hard to focus. Hearing gunshots I ran over to MustyDuck and found myself behind the enemies.

Trying to make me lose, Aaron began groping me tighter, his fingers pinching and twisting my tender buds. MustyDuck was downed by the enemies, but he managed to take one of them with him. With Aaron distracting me, my aim was horrible, but I managed to down the second enemy. I ran over to my MustyDuck and began reviving him.

“Squad wipe.” I panted, as I watched their bodies pop with loot. My heart was racing.

“Thanks for coming.” He said as I picked him up. I laughed at his choice of words.

As the rest of our teammates joined us, we began searching the house for more loot, but Aaron was determined to have his way with me. His hands moved lower, stretching across my stomach and down between my legs.

The next several minutes were relatively boring in-game as we didn’t see any more enemies. IRL, however, things heated up quickly.

Aaron lifted my legs and placed them on my desk spread open. I was almost laying down, with my controller on my stomach at this point.

After some heavy petting, he rubbed between my puffy lips, before sinking his fingers deep inside of me. My eager slit held tight to his fingers as he rubbed inside of me.

With his free hand, he continued to play with my nipples, careful to avoid blocking the screen from my view. His touch caused pleasure to sear across my skin. No longer able to hold in my moans, I muted my microphone.

“One squad left.” MustyDuck called out as our team regrouped. “Two V. Four, we got this.”

As our team spread out to look for them, I stayed near MustyDuck, knowing I wouldn’t be able to take them out by myself with Aaron pleasuring me.

“Sniper, Sniper.” One of our other teammates called out as they got downed.

Before our last teammate could get to cover, he was downed as well. “He’s in the fucking storm.”

Somehow I didn’t see Aaron bring it with him when he walked in, but he pulled out one of our bedroom toys; a small, but powerful vibrator. Turning it on, he pressed it to my nipple, then my thigh. As he pushed it closer, the vibrations surged through my body, and my legs began trembling.

MustyDuck and I slipped inside a nearby building to avoid being shot. He ran to the second floor to try and shoot the sniper before he could get back inside the circle. The kill feed pops twice. MustyDuck killed the sniper, but the last enemy got him. It was all down to me.

I squeezed my legs as tight as I could, trying to delay the orgasm I knew was coming. I creeped up the stairs and caught him from behind. I popped it and broke his shield with my first shot, but he turned and started shooting back. I panicked, pulling in closer. Miss. Miss. Miss. Hit!

“Victory Royale!” My teammates cheered, as my body throbbed full of adrenaline and endorphins.

Quivering, I dropped my controller on the floor. My body was shaking as the pleasure washed over me.

“I ne…” I started into the mic, trying to catch my breath. “I need to go.”

I disconnected from the call and sat back in my chair, still panting. I looked up at Aaron and tried to stop him, “Don’t even… say it.”

“Game Room, Complete.” He said, the same smug smile across his face. Pulling the bangs from my face, he kissed my forehead and walked out.

— Guest Bathroom —

While cooling down from our last encounter, I decided to stream a show instead of trying to play another game. After a few episodes, I went to go see what Aaron was doing.

As I walked into the hallway, there he was, standing outside the guest bathroom door. kahta escort We made eye contact, and with a smarmy look on his face, he gestured inside.

“How long have you been waiting here?” I asked, shaking my head with a laugh.

He chuckled. “Probably too long.”

I rolled my eyes teasingly, before grabbing his hand and walking in. Aaron sat down on the edge of the tub and pulled me close. Wrapping his arms behind my waist, he began kissing from my chest up to my neck. I leaned down and kissed him on the lips.

As we continued kissing, I swung my feet into the bath, straddling him. We sat like this for a while, our tongues exploring each other’s mouths, as I rubbed my wetness against his stiff tool.

Letting me know he was ready, his hands moved down my back, his fingers curling around my ass. As he lifted me up I rolled my hips back and pulled his tip to my wet mound. My eyes fluttered as I felt him sliding in, my body molding against his.

Slowly, I began pushing back and forth against his body. The erotic feeling of him moving inside of me renewed my lust. As I started moving faster, his grip tightened, holding me steady.

Curling his fingers further, he pressed against my tight hole as I continued grinding on him. I didn’t like to admit it, but as well as I knew his body, he knew mine, and my body liked this. Each little prod was like he pressed my pleasure button sending waves of climactic energy surging through my body.

Using the wall of the tub for leverage, I started pulling further off of him and plopping back down, my hips slapping against his lap. As my climax approached, my grinding became more desperate.

With his hands curled under my ass, Aaron stood up and took control. Using his arms he swung me towards his hips while thrusting forward. He was being rapid, aggressive; a side of him I didn’t see often.

Leaning forward more, his hands moved to my hips and squeezed hard, almost painful, but we were both so close to climax that it only built on the pleasure as I continued to clap against him.

As I finally reached orgasm, my body throbbed against him, and he slowed down. I don’t know when he finished but I could feel him leaking out of me as he sat back down.

We kissed between heavy breaths until we cooled off. After holding each other for several minutes we stood up and went back to our own things. For me that meant TV in bed.

— Man Cave —

Eventually realizing that Aaron had initiated the last three sexual encounters, I decided it was my turn. Looking around the house, I found him in the Den, his Man Cave.

Sitting in the middle of the couch, he was enthralled with some pre-game report on SportsCenter. I went to the kitchen and prepared a couple sandwiches for us, as well as pouring some salsa in a bowl and grabbing a bag of tortilla chips from the pantry.

“Go, go. Go!” He shouted at the flat screen as I entered the Man Cave. “Touchdown!”

I set the food on the coffee table and pushed it away from the couch. “Babe, I’m watching the game.” He said, as I knelt between his legs. “Can you wait till after?”

“Not a chance.” I smirked as I pushed his legs further apart.

My hands scoured his thighs, moving up and around his growing manhood. Washing over the ripples on his stomach, my hands pushed up to his core. Then continuing, I took a play from his book; pinching and twisting his nipples caused him to twitch between his legs as blood rushed to fill his tool.

Gently cupping his sensitive bits, I slowly stroked his shaft while rubbing his tip against my tongue. Moving both of my hands up and down at the same time, I slowly pushed his tip between my lips.

Filling my mouth with saliva, I let it drip down his rigid shaft as I chased it with my tongue. With the pleasure building, he moaned, leaning against the couch, his head rolling back.

I slurped against his member as I pulled my head back up. Lost in the moment, he put his hands on the back of my head and grabbed a handful of hair.

Moving my hands to the inside of his thighs, I steadied myself as I picked up speed. My fingers spread out onto his hips while my thumbs pressed under, inching towards his ass.

His hands gently pushed as I went down. He was eager for that release, but while he was watching the game, I was playing one of my own.

“Go. go. go.” He slowly moaned as I worked his shaft, his hands little more than resting on my head at this point.

Feeling the familiar throb that signals his climax, I pulled back and wrapped both of my hands firmly around him. It only took a few pumps before he unloaded onto my chest. “Touchdown.” I teased.

After milking out every drop, I used my mouth to clean up his sensitive rod. Sitting down on the couch, I pulled the coffee table back and grabbed a tortilla chip.

Using it to scoop his load off my chest, I said, “Man Cave, Complete.”

As I put the chip in my mouth and crunched down on it, Aaron laughed at me, “You’re a certified freak.”

“And you love kaman escort me for it.” I leaned over to kiss him.

“I do.” He smirked as he kissed me.

I sat with him for a while as we ate the food I brought in. Finishing the sandwiches, I took the plate while leaving him the chips and salsa. Placing the plate in the sink, I headed for the bathroom.

— Laundry Room —

After cleaning off my chest in our bathroom, I noticed the laundry basket was almost full. Realizing that today was a unique chance to have all of our clothes clean at the same time, I decided now would be a good time to wash them.

Picking up the hamper, I added in our towels, before carrying it to the laundry room. I tossed the clothes into the washer, added a detergent pod, and hit start.

Waiting in the bedroom for the washer to finish, I grabbed my headphones and cell phone from the nightstand. I played some music and scrolled through social media until I got the notification that the washer had completed its cycle.

As I stood up, one of my favorite songs started playing. I was feeling good today so I danced my way back to the laundry room, singing along.

I didn’t see him, but Aaron followed me into the laundry room. Lost in my music, I swapped the clothes from the washer to the dryer and hit start.

Before I could turn around, I felt hands wrap around my waist. Startled, I flinched at his touch before melting into his body. I looked up and he bent down to kiss me.

I pulled my headphones down around my neck and Aaron said, “I love you.” A sincere smile spread across his face, as his arms wrapped tightly around me.

“Take me now.” I whispered, my loins set ablaze by his honest sincerity.

He picked me up and set me down on top of the dryer, his body not yet ready for the encounter. Grabbing my headphones, he placed them back over my ears and gently ran his fingers over my eyelids. I closed my eyes, confused, but I trusted him.

With one hand behind my back and one on my neck, he bent down and kissed behind my ear. His hot breath sent shivers of anticipation coursing through my body.

As he suckled on my neck, his hand moved lower, down to my bare breasts, his fingers gently grazing my skin. The sensation of his touch was heightened by the lack of sight and sound.

With his hands supporting me, he moved me to the corner of the dryer, my legs now dangling. As my pleasure mound pressed against the corner of the dryer, its low rumbles shook throughout my body, a soft pleasure building.

As Aaron’s hands and lips continued exploring my body, I leaned into the corner of the dryer, its rumbles shaking me a little harder, until the buzzer sounded, tickling between my legs.

With the dryer signaling a completed cycle, a wry smile cracked along my face. I hopped down from the dryer and opened the door. Spreading my feet, I arched my back and climbed in, exposing my sensitive areas to him.

“Oh no.” I said, exaggerating. “I’m stuck in the dryer. If only there was some big strong man to pull me out.”

Aaron laughed, walking behind me. He placed his hands on my ass, pushing his fingers forward around my hips as he stepped closer, pressing himself against me.

Playfully wiggling my ass, I pushed back against his now rigid member. “Oh wow.” I continued the silly scenario. “I’m really stuck, maybe you should pull harder.”

His grip tightened on my hips as he pulled me further against him. Feeling him stretch me out, I inhaled sharply, overwhelmed by the shooting pleasure.

I could feel him step forward, putting his feet beside mine as he slid all the way inside of me. The feeling of his hips against mine was as erotic as his thick shaft stretching me out.

My body gripped tight against his as he pulled back. Slamming forward, his rigid member forced moans out of my body. Desperate for more, I started pushing harder back as he slammed forward, forcing him deeper inside of me.

As the long, deep strokes steadied out, Aaron moved one of his hands to my ass and began rubbing my tight hole. With me bent forward and stretched out, he pushed more firmly, sliding the tip of his thumb inside of me.

Shocked by the sensation, my holes squeezed and throbbed. I wanted to be mad, but it felt so damn good. Gripping firmly, his thumb pulled against my asshole.

I was already so close but I couldn’t hold it any longer. My legs began shaking as I was overwhelmed with pleasure. I tried to push Aaron off of me, but he grabbed me tighter and thrust deep inside of me, holding me still as his throbbing member filled me up.

As he slowly backed out, I fell to my knees. Climbing out of the dryer, I tried to catch my breath. Looking up, my eyes narrowed at him, “Don’t get any…” I panted. “Funny ideas.”

His chest rising and falling, he smirked, “Laundry Room, complete.”

Holding out a hand, he helped me to my feet. My legs still weak, I leaned against the washer, as Aaron took the clothes from the dryer and put them in our clean clothes hamper.

— Master Bathroom —

Needing time to cool down from the last encounter, I returned to our bedroom and dumped the clothes onto the bed. Turning on the TV, I scrolled through the streaming services until I found a movie to watch while folding the clothes.

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They walked out of the bar and said their goodbyes to their friends as they made their way towards her car. She wondered if he was going to make a move, or if they’d just get in the car and she would drive him home. She definitely should just drive him home, yet she debated the merits of kissing him. If he kissed her again where would it stop? Did she have the willpower to tell him no? Did she even want to? They didn’t usually spend time alone together–it felt dangerous, like something that was just waiting to catch fire. Though if she were being honest, it wasn’t just when they were alone. She always felt his pull, and she could feel how much he wanted something more every time they hugged.

They had been flirting all night. More than flirting, honestly. He’d started by casually touching her back and her thigh, and built to stealing kisses and pushing the little buttons that he knew all too well would make her squirm. He’d clearly picked up on her conversation about her current dry spell and sexual frustration with one of the other friends they’d been with at the bar and taken it as permission. But, the flirtation between them wasn’t new. It had been happening to some extent or another since they’d broken up. Just a couple of months ago, the two of them had gone out and ended up making out in the bar– then she’d practically jumped out of the car while it was still moving as he was dropping her off because she didn’t trust that she’d be able to stop the seemingly inevitable flow of events if he’d given her a goodbye kiss. And, here they were again. Embers catching fire.

She didn’t have to debate about what she should or shouldn’t do for very long, he grabbed and kissed her, backing her against her car. They stood there under the security light and kissed in the parking lot, his hands groping her breasts and hers grasping him to pull him closer. There was urgency and need in the way he pressed against her, his fingers dinging into her flesh. She moaned, wanting more. They absolutely shouldn’t have been kissing, let alone let it lead any further, but she didn’t want to stop. She wanted him, needed to feel his skin against hers.

He lifted her chin, tilting her face towards his and looked into her eyes. “You’re such a good girl,” he growled, he kadıköy escort slid his hand around her throat as he leaned closer to whisper into her ear, “And for tonight, you’re my good girl.”

She whimpered and her knees went weak. His hand drifted down her stomach and she felt a twinge of disappointment as his fingers brushed passed her zipper, but then they pushed against the seam of her jeans. The denim a frustrating barrier between her wet pussy and his searching fingertips.

“I want you,” she moaned.

“Then we should head home, put an end to that nasty dry spell you’re having.”

She nodded, but as she went to open her car door she realized that her brain was too clouded and she was far too worked up to drive. He noticed her hesitation and asked if she was okay. She nodded and asked him to drive, giving him the keys before walking around to the passenger side. As he drove she tried to clear her head and reminded herself of the reasons she shouldn’t be going home with him. She regretted it even as she said it, but she reminded him that they weren’t supposed to be doing this–that they’d agreed they weren’t supposed to let this happen again. Asking him what she should do if she were a good friend. She didn’t finish her thoughts that there was clearly still something between them, but he was married and she was struggling with that. They both clearly wanted this and there was always something about them together that felt right, but it wasn’t a good idea. He was quiet for a long moment before reaching his hand across the car and between her legs.

She spread her legs as much as she could for him and he yanked at the button and zipper of her jeans, his fingers finding her clit and massaging as he drove. Her brain fogged over again, deliciously intoxicated by him. She was his. For the night. Probably whenever he wanted her, and she couldn’t deny how badly she wanted him, not when his fingers could feel the truth.

They parked and he invited her in, assuring her that she could go if she wanted. She thought for a moment, trying to convince herself that she should just go home or that if she followed him inside they wouldn’t necessarily have sex. Maybe they’d make out and fool around a little, he’d fuck her wet pussy kağıthane escort with his fingers and she’d suck his cock. Like it was fucking high school. Even as she tried to convince herself she knew.

He led the way into the house and he caught her as she followed him into the living room, taking her into his arms and crushing her against him as he kissed her. As they kissed his fingertips traced down her throat, across her collar bone, and down her chest. He kept kissing her as his hands explored her form, traveling down, pushing her pants down. His fingers found her wet pussy and she gasped as they slid firmly over her clit. She needed more of him and yanked at his waistband, fumbling with the button.

“Kneel,” he commanded as he undid his pants.

She eagerly obeyed, greedily taking his erect cock into her mouth. She licked and sucked the tip and he let her tease him for a moment before sliding a hand around the back of her head and wrapping his fingers in her hair. He guided her mouth down his shaft, so that she took him all in, holding her there before bringing her back up to catch her breath, then back–fucking her wanting mouth before letting her catch her breath again. She sank her mouth down on his cock again, taking in all that she could, gagging on it as she worked it. He made a noise she’d heard him make before and imagined his smirk as she worked to be his good girl.

He pulled her off of his cock, keeping his grip on her hair, using it to force her to all fours as he moved around her. He made a noise that she knew was appreciation and it shot through her, as effective as if he’d growled “good girl” in her ear. He smacked her ass as he positioned himself behind her, making her cry out. But, she moaned appreciatively and he did it again before rubbing his cock against her pussy, deliberately teasing her.

“Please,” she whimpered.

He pushed himself into her, shallowly, still teasing. She tried to take him in, but he tightened his grip on her hips, preventing her from pushing back into him. She made a pathetic, disappointed sound and he drove himself into her, burying his cock deep and hard. He fucked her slow and deep, nearly pulling out with each stroke leaving her feeling momentarily empty, before kağızman escort thrusting deep into her tight pussy again. He could feel her pussy gripping him and her legs start to shake in orgasm. She said something, but it came out as a whimpering, pleading sound. He knew what she wanted and sped up, pounding into her until her legs gave out.

“I’m not done with you yet,” he growled, “On your back,” he commanded, impatiently pushing her onto her back as she re-positioned, spreading her legs so he could drive back into her pussy. He slid a hand up her stomach and gripped her tit, before he gave it a sharp smack and let his hand slide up further. His fingers wrapped around her throat, gripping tight, choking her. She writhed and moaned even as she gasped for air, her pussy tightening around him as she orgasmed, threatening to make him cum.

He pulled out of her suddenly, letting go of her throat and took her by the shoulders, dragging her back to her hands and knees. Confusion crossed her face for a moment, before she understood, and sunk her mouth onto his cock, tasting herself on him. He gripped her hair and thrust into her mouth as he came, flooding her mouth with his thick warm cum. She swallowed and licked him clean, teasing his cock with her tongue, not ready to be done. Pouting when he pulled her mouth off of him.

He made an amused sound and kissed her on the top of the head, as he stood up. He disappeared for moment and returned with a glass of water.

“Are you okay?” he asked her and she nodded.

“I didn’t intend this when I asked if you wanted to come out,” she said, feeling like she needed to explain.

“I didn’t either,” he replied, pausing a moment before adding, “It is something I always want.”

She wanted to say that she knew, that she could feel it when he hugged her. His desire was practically a tangible thing. But, she stopped herself, suddenly feeling awkward.

“I gave myself permission when I realized you were in a dry spell,” he offered.

She chuckled, “Oh, so this was purely altruistic.”

He smiled and cocked his head, shrugging.

The two of them talked for awhile, and at moments she forgot that they weren’t really together. Being with him was comfortable and neither of them seemed to want to pop the bubble they were existing in. But, it was late and they both needed to get to bed, so she reluctantly gathered her clothes and pulled them on. He walked her to the door. She gave him a quick goodbye kiss before heading toward her car and making her way home.

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