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Carols nephew comes to stay

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Carol Newport was just leaving her office to go home, when she got a telephone call from her sister Tricia.
Tricia told her that her husband’s mother; had been rushed into hospital and they were on their way to go and see how she was.
Because they did not know how bad she was they did not want to take Jonathan their son with them and could he please stay with her for the weekend and they would pick him up if everything went to plan Monday morning.

Carol was a little surprised that Tricia had asked her to look after him.
They were not really that close, she wondered why she did not ask her other sister Elisabeth.
However Carol remembered that Elizabeth and her family had gone to Spain for a two week holiday.
So she had no choice but to ask Carol to look after her precious son.
Carol had not seen the boy in over six years.

Carol decided it was best if she went to the local supermarket and did some shopping.
She did not really have anything in her house for a young lad to eat.
So she spent a good hour picking everything she hoped he would like to eat.
She also picked out a lot of goodies and ice cream for the lad. She remembered how her sister did not let him have ice cream and sweets.
This was her way of getting back at her older sister a little bit.

Carol now paid for her groceries and made her way to her car. She had a few other places to go before she could go home.
Carol was now very annoyed, when her sister called her back telling her that they had dropped him off at her apartment and he was waiting outside of her apartment for her and could she make her way home as soon as possible.
25 minutes after she got the call she was home and getting out of the lift at her apartment complex.

When Carol got out of the elevator at her floor, she could see her nephew sat on the floor waiting for her.
She could see by the look on his face that he was very unhappy about being here.
Carol gave him a really big smile as she walked over to him.
She now apologised to him for being late and told him.
“That she had been shopping.”

Jonathan now looked up at his aunt he had not seen her in a long time. He had forgotten how pretty she was.
He could not help noticing that she had a lovely big pair of big boobs. His mother was very flat chested and he knew his mother was a little jealous of how pretty her younger sister was. He also knew that his aunt Elisabeth was also jealous of her too.

Jonathan now noticed that she was not carrying any shopping bags.
He asked her.
“Where was the shopping?”
Carol told him.
“She was in such a rush to make sure he was okay, that she had left the shopping in her car.”

Jonathan smiled at her.
And then offered to help her with the shopping.
Carol returned his smile and told him.
“That he was very kind.”
Both of them now got onto the elevator and went down to the packing level where the car was parked to retrieve the shopping; 10 minutes later both of them were back in her apartment.
After they had put all the shopping away Jonathan sat on the sofa and she sat across from him in a chair and they made some small talk.

After they had chatted for about half an hour, she showed him to her guest bedroom.
She then went into the kitchen urfa escort to start and get some dinner ready.
All the time she was preparing the meal, she thought to herself how handsome he was for only just turning 18 years old.
Carol herself was only 30 years old.
She was a Secretary at a very big insurance company.

Carol and her nephew now sat down at her table in her small apartment to enjoy the meal she had prepared for both of them. They talked over their meal and gave each other silly little smiles. Neither of them knowing why they did this.
After the meal he helped her wash up and clean away everything from the table.
They spent the rest of the night watching a little TV Before they both went to bed.

Unknown to each other they both had very strange dreams that night.
Carol dreamt about her handsome young nephew and he dreamt about, his sexy big boobed aunt. Carol was up first and went into the bathroom to get a shower.
Before he got up.

Carol was enjoying her long hot shower, when the bathroom door opened and her nephew came in just dressed in his boxer shorts.
Carol quickly pulled the shower curtain tight over her body.
So that he could not see her naked.
Jonathan quickly gave his aunt an apologetic glance and said to her.
“Need to pee, really bad.”

With that Jonathan quickly pushed down his boxer shorts and pulled out his semi hard cock and started to piss into the toilet.
His face had a look of relief on it, and he moaned softly to himself as he pissed into the toilet.

Carol watched this in total silence and amazement.
She could not believe how big he was for his age.
He was bigger than her last boyfriend soft.
Carol could only wonder how big he was when fully hard.
She felt very strange in her pussy.
She was getting wet. And her nipples were now getting very hard.

Jonathan now gave his cock a few shakes; she watched the last drops of his piss drop into the toilet.
He then turned to face her and she got a good full frontal view of his big cock and balls.
He quickly apologised to her once more then he quickly pulled up his boxer shorts and left the bathroom.

Carol waited a couple of minutes after he left the bathroom.
She then got out of the shower and locked the bathroom door.
She then got back into the shower.
Carol now used the powerful shower head to bring herself off to a powerful orgasm while she played with her own nipples.
Watching him piss into the toilet had really turned her on.

The rest of the day was fairly normal for both of them, she had to go out and do some more shopping
He stayed in the apartment and watched television as he did not really want to leave the apartment as he feared getting lost.
He was not used to a big city.
He lived in a small village with his mother and father. He did miss his friends very much. However he did like staying with his hot and sexy aunt.
That night as they sat over dinner Carol had not realised that the top she was wearing was very tight and she was not wearing a bra with it.

Her big breasts had moved in her top and her nipples were now clearly visible to him. She was totally unaware of this.
Jonathan could not help looking at her big nipples with longing.
He just wanted to suck on them.

Just like the night before Jonathan escort urfa helped his aunt wash up the dirty dishes and put them all away.
All the time she was totally unaware that her nipples were sticking out of her top.
Jonathan was now rock hard in his trousers.

Jonathan was now sat on the floor watching his sexy aunt finish off washing up the dirty dishes. He had cleaned up the table and put everything away.

He was now just looking at her body with longing in his heart.
He was not a virgin; he had a girlfriend back home.
She was the same age as him and they had sex as much as they could.
Once her mother had walked into the room while she was on her knees giving him a blow job.

However she did not get angry; but much to his surprise and delight. She quickly joined her daughter on her knees and helped her daughter suck him off and eat his cum.
Now he got regular sex and blowjobs off both of them.
When her husband and her father were not around.

Jonathan could not control himself any longer.
When she turned around from the sink he pounced on her pushing her back against the sink.
His hands went instantly to her big breasts and he started to fondle them.
He was also trying to kiss her and drive his tongue into her mouth.

At first his surprise assault on her had taken her completely by surprise.
Now she was trying to fight him off.
She was telling him.
“To come to his senses and stop it.
She was his aunt not some prostitute.”
He quickly replied to her.
“That she should stop dressing like a prostitute and he would not treat her like one.
But while she was dressed like a hooker.
He was going to fuck her like a hooker and she was going to love it.”

However Jonathan had no intension of stopping it. He now pulled up her skirt and put his hand forcefully into her panties.
Carol now screened in shock and tried to fight him off.
But he was very strong for his age.
She felt him push two fingers into her pussy.
Carol felt ashamed when she climaxed, when he pushed his fingers in her pussy.
It had been a long time since she had anything in her pussy.

Jonathan now span her around and pushed her forward.
Carol had to brace herself on the sink unit top to stop herself from falling into the sink.
Jonathan now wasted no more time.
With one hand he held her skirt up and with his other hand he pulled down her panties.

Carol was trying her best to fight him off with all her strength.
She was even trying to reason with him telling him.
“That if he stopped now they could forget about it and she would not tell anybody.”
But he was well beyond reason now.

Jonathan was using one hand and all his weight to stop her from escaping.
With his other hand he quickly freed his now very hard cock.

He now positioned his big hard cock at the entrance to his aunt’s unwilling pussy.
He quickly thrust his hips forward driving his full length hard cock into her cunt.
Carol screened with pain, surprise and lust as she felt her nephew thrusting his cock into her very neglected pussy.
However her pussy welcomed his cock and started to get very wet.

Carol continued to protest fight and scream but in between her nephews now rampant thrusts into her pussy.
She also started to moan.
He was also urfa escort bayan roughly fondling her big breasts as he thrust deep into her pussy.

Jonathan was very experienced in sex for his age.
He had been doing his girlfriend for two years and her mother for the last 7 months.
He also knew that he had to quickly make her cum to win her over so she would stop trying to fight him off and willingly submit to him.

Jonathan quickly found her erect nipples through the material of her top and started to tweak them and twist them as he powerfully thrust in and out of her pussy.
Carol had been too long without sex and she could not put up a fight any longer.
What he was doing to her even know it was against her will and incest felt too good for her to fight any longer.
Jonathan smiled to himself when she started to tell him.
“To go deeper and faster.”
A few minutes later he was rewarded with her screaming out very loud and cuming all over his big hard cock.
After Carol had calmed down from her orgasm.
And he had pulled out of her much to her disappointment.
She turned to face her nephew.
For some strange reason Jonathan now felt very shy. Which caused Carol to smile at him?

Jonathan nervously asked her.
“If she was mad with him and was she going to tell his parents or call the police.”

Carol now smiled wickedly at him.
She now realized that she was the one with the power now.
The power over her nephew to get him to do anything she wanted him to do.

Carol just smiled at her nephew and said to him as she led him towards her bedroom.
“That depends on how many orgasms you give me tonight?
You use me for your own pleasure.
But now it is my turn.
I am going to fuck you to death.”
She then dragged him off to her bedroom.

Both Jonathan and Carol were now completely naked.
Jonathan was laid on his back on her bed and she was impaled on top of him bouncing up and down on his hard cock.
He had already given her two more orgasms since getting into her bedroom.
He also had cum twice himself.
He was now feeling very tired.
However she told him.
“To keep fucking her.”
And he was scared that she would tell on him so he continued to thrust up deep into her cunt.
He just hoped she would tire soon.

Carol was now laid on the bed with her legs wide open.
Jonathan was now on top of her and he was thrusting his hard cock in and out of her cunt as fast as he could.

He was using the last bit of his reserve energy hoping this would finally tire her out.
Her bedroom was filled with the sounds and smells of sex.
Carrol could feel herself on the verge of a almighty orgasm.
She now.
“Begged him to go deeper.”

Jonathan now used every last bit of energy, he still possessed in his very tired body and he started to really pound into her cunt.
He was nearly on the verge of collapsing in exhaustion, when she screamed out loud and started to have the most all mightiest orgasm she had ever experienced in her entire life.
He shot his load into her now messy cunt and collapsed on top of her.

Jonathan felt relieved when he felt gentle hands, starting to massage him. They were running up and down his back gently.
Jonathan now pulled out of her; there was a loud popping sound as he pulled his cock from her cunt.
The bed was the soaked with their combined juices.
Carol now snuggled up to him her head resting on his chest and soon the pair of them were sound asleep.

The End.

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Attacked At Home
Sheila entered her home one evening after work and turned to close and lock the door behind her. However, before she could even begin, her head was suddenly covered in a white hood and she was pushed hard into the door from behind. The front of her body was pinned against the door with an arm across the back of her neck and someone’s body leaning up against hers. She tried to kick back against her assailant, but missed and felt him slam into her again.
“Be still, bitch, or you’ll regret it!” she heard a raspy male voice say.
She was pulled away from the door and she felt a strong arm come across her throat from behind at the same time a hand went to her mouth. She tried to scream, but as soon as her mouth opened, the hand moved sideways into it. It felt thick and was covered by fabric from the hood over her head, but she tried to bite it anyway. Her attacker was apparently wearing thick gloves and coupled with the hood material covering the hand, she couldn’t cause her assailant any damage.
A man’s whispered voice snarled in her ear, “Shut up and you’ll live!” To drive home the point, Sheila’s attacker squeezed his arm across her throat and partially choked her. He only eased the pressure when she stopped biting down on his hand.
He moved her roughly into the living room and then used his leg to trip her so that she lost her balance. Sheila was able to use her arms to ease her fall to the floor so that she wasn’t injured, but his body landed heavily on top of hers and drove the air from her lungs. She tried to gasp for air, but the hand covering her mouth made that almost impossible and she felt her initial panic rising from not being able to breathe.
Her assailant shifted his position to press his knee in the middle of her back to hold her down and then he grabbed her right arm to twist it behind her back. Sheila cried out in pain just before she felt cold metal closing around her wrist. He then took her left arm and pulled it behind her and fastened the other manacle to that wrist. She struggled against the steel handcuffs, but to no avail. Her mind raced as she tried to remember what she had been taught in a women’s self-defense class many years before, but it never covered what to do with your arms handcuffed behind your back.
Sheila was yanked upright and pushed into a sitting position on a cushioned chair. “Don’t move!” she heard the man growl menacingly. She tried to listen to determine what was going on in the room, but the only thing she could make out was that there were at least two people in the house with her. Sitting with her hands handcuffed behind her back was extremely uncomfortable. Sheila tried to adjust her position to reduce the discomfort until she heard footsteps approaching from the long hallway leading back to the bedrooms and indistinct whispers between two men. She froze and waited tensely to see what they would do next.
She felt someone move up close to her and became still. “Look what we found back in your bedroom,” her attacker said with frightening glee. He moved behind her and she felt his hands move up under the hood covering her head. Something hard was pressed against her partially open lips. “Open!” he ordered. She opened her mouth and felt a hard rubber ball pushed into it. She immediately recognized the ball gag that she and her boyfriend sometimes used in sex play. The stranger secured the two straps behind her head and made sure the ball gag was properly positioned so that she could breathe through the hole in the center of the device.
He removed his hands and moved back in front of her. “Get up!” he directed. Sheila struggled to get to her feet and stood swaying slightly in front of the chair.
“Let’s see what goodies we have here,” he mused aloud. She felt his hands grasping the front of her white blouse and then they suddenly ripped it apart, sending buttons scattering everywhere.
“Oh my God!” she thought. “He’s going to rape me!” Her breathing became rapid and her chest rose and fell quickly.
“Mmmm. Nice.” The attacker roughly pulled her bra up over her heaving breasts and allowed them to be fully displayed. Sheila had always been proud of her figure and her 38C breasts were the first things that every man noticed about her trim body. She was barely 5’3” tall and 130 pounds, and while her figure was exceptional to begin with, she well-toned from her regular workouts. The assault continued as the man took her nipples sakarya escort between his fingers and twisted them savagely.
Sheila cried out through the gag in her mouth and she felt her nipples burning while he continued to twist and pull on them. Normally, she enjoyed rough nipple play, but this was far from a normal situation. The man finally released her stinging nipples and she felt him tugging on the zipper at the side of her skirt.
“Oh God! Let Bobby get here and stop them before they go any further,” she thought wildly. Bobby was her boyfriend of two years and was very capable of handling himself in a fight. He moved in with her more than a year ago and she expected him to arrive home from his job within the next 30 minutes. She only hoped she would still be alive then.
Her skirt was pulled down until it fell around her ankles leaving her in just her low heeled shoes and the thong she had worn under the skirt.
“My, my! What a sweet looking thing you are! But you won’t be needing that butt floss anymore.” She felt a tug on the sideband of her thong and then it separated. It took her a moment to realize what he had done. “Holy shit! He’s got a knife!” she thought. She felt the cold metal between her breasts and a slight tug before her bra separated neatly in the middle and hung on her shoulders. The man grabbed the top of her right shoulder and with a quick “snick” her bra strap parted and he tugged the shredded half of the bra off of her. He repeated his knife play on the remaining half of her bra and then stepped back.
Sheila stood naked except for her heels and the hood covering her face and the cool air in the room was giving her goosebumps and making her nipples stand out more than they already were. She felt the man approach her again and his finger rubbing up against her dry pussy lips. As soon as he was able to separate her outer labia, he found the inside of her pussy was already wet.
“Mmmm. It looks like you like this,” he commented. Sheila shivered. She had always fantasized about being “raped”, but to actually have it happen felt much different. She was more concerned with staying alive than anything they might do to her sexually. He continued fingering her wet slit and she couldn’t stop the twinge of excitement that caused her to grower wetter. He smoothly slid one finger up inside her cunt and then followed it with a second finger. She felt his warm breath on her skin and could tell his breathing was getting faster and harder.
“It’s my turn, now,” the second man said. Shelia felt him muscle past the first attacker and pull his fingers out of her dripping twat. The second man wasted no time in jamming his fingers up inside her and she felt his knuckles pressing hard against the opening as he tried to go in even deeper. Sheila’s knees went weak and almost buckled from his rough treatment and she couldn’t believe it when the first tingling of an orgasm began to grow from between her legs. “Oh, God! This can’t be happening!” she thought. When a pair of hands began squeezing and playing with her breasts, she assumed they belonged to the first man. His handling was coarse and showed little concern for how he was hurting her breasts and nipples, but the dual attacks on her body drove her more rapidly to climax.
When her pussy began gushing out her love juice, the second man laughed. “Looks like she’s really getting off on it,” he commented to the other man. “I think it’s our turn now, don’t you?”
He pulled his hand from between her legs and pushed her down to her knees. She was panting hard trying to catch her breath through the small hole in the ball gag and the sack that was covering her head and she was feeling lightheaded. Someone started to pull up the cloth bag over her head, but stopped as soon as it reached her nose. She felt someone behind her making the sack tighter and when he finished, the lower part of the sack was tied around her eyes like a blindfold.
The man behind her loosened the ball gag and as soon as he pulled it free from her mouth, she tried to take a deep breath, but her mouth was suddenly filled with a man’s cock.
“Suck on this, you little slut,” he demanded. Sheila briefly thought about biting down hard on his soft dick, but just as quickly dismissed that idea. She was still handcuffed, on her knees, and at least one of the men had a very sharp knife. She began sucking around the fleshy head of the man’s cock and heard him escort sakarya moan softly.
“That’s it, baby. Show me how well you can suck my cock. You do it good enough, maybe we’ll give you a break.”
Sheila didn’t believe a word he said, but continued giving him a blowjob without any real enthusiasm. Despite that, he began to swell and grow in her mouth and he took her head in his hands and began thrusting hard into her mouth. She gagged the first two times which led to more laughter from the men.
“What’s the matter? You’ve never had a real man’s cock in your mouth before?” he teased her crudely. He continued to fuck her mouth and she quickly reached the point where she just remained as still as she could and let his hard dick plunge in and out of her mouth without doing a thing.
He began grunting and groaning louder and Sheila was sure he was going to cum in her mouth. Normally, she loved sucking a man dry, but under these circumstances, her stomach turned at the thought of his thick warm cream filling her mouth. However, before he reached that point, the second man pushed him away and his dick popped free from Sheila’s lips.
“That’s enough of that. I want to get what I came for,” he growled. A pair of hands yanked Sheila to her feet and she stumbled around awkwardly in her high heels while someone pushed her around in the room. Suddenly, her waist hit something hard, but covered with coarse fabric. She was unceremoniously pushed over and found herself bent over one of the living room chairs. A hand pulled her head up from under her chin and she felt a cock pressed against her lips. It was still soft, so she assumed it was the second attacker, the one who pushed the first man out of her mouth seconds before. She automatically opened her mouth and felt his semi-erect dick pushing past her lips.
Once more, she remained almost motionless while the man held her head and fucked her mouth. Almost as soon as that began, the other attacker pulled her legs far apart from behind. She could only imagine how exposed her ass and pussy must have looked in that position and she had never felt so vulnerable before. Rough hands pushed her ass cheeks wide apart and she felt his head pressing up behind her. When his tongue flicked over her pussy the first time, it ran across her clit and sent an electric shock through her body. The man kept licking her pussy and it seemed he was hitting her clit with nearly every move of his tongue. Once again, her juices began flowing and that seemed to spur the man to continue his oral sodomizing of her pussy.
The cock in her mouth was fully erect and the girth seemed enormous to her. Her boyfriend had a wide cock, but this one seemed bigger and her lips were stretched tightly around it. When he pulled it out of her mouth, Sheila gasped for air. He moved around behind her and the man who was eating her pussy stopped and oved away. She felt hands holding onto her ass and then the pressure of a foreign cock moving between her legs and seeking out her wet pussy.
When he pressed in further, his cock moved between her labia and her pussy stretched to try and accommodate it. He wasn’t gentle and didn’t care that she wasn’t ready for something that big inside her. While a final shove, his dick forced its way inside her and caused Sheila the cry out in pain. He didn’t slow down and soon, he was sinking deep inside her and then nearly drawing himself completely out before plunging in again. After the second or third time, the pain subsided and his fullness inside her began to feel good.
The man who had been eating her pussy came back around in front of her and yanked her head up by her long ponytail. She was already expecting his dick when it pressed against her lips and she opened her mouth to take him inside again. Her arms were growing a little numb and her shoulders ached from being pulled back by the handcuffs behind her back, but she put that out of her mind and tried to ignore the actions of her rapists. Try as she might, her body had other ideas and once more, she felt an orgasm building from the pounding she was taking from behind.
She also began responding to the dick sliding between her lips and her assailant moaned loudly the first time her teeth rubbed over the sensitive glans moving between them. She was still surprised when his cock jumped in her mouth and unloaded a huge amount of thick, gooey cream. It filled her mouth so fast, she sakarya escort bayan automatically started to try and swallow some of it, but it still felt like a large amount escaped from the corners of her mough and ran down her chin.
“Oh my fucking God,” the man cried out with a final spasm that released a final trickle of his cum in the back of her throat. Sheila was gasping and trying to swallow the contents of her mouth, but found it difficult with his cock still inside it. She was thankful when he pulled his meat from her mouth and she could recover. However, the man who was fucking her from behind had just discovered her asshole and began fingering around it. He used some of the juice from her pussy to wet his finger and when it forced its way past her sphincter, she gasped aloud.
“Oh ho!” he said gleefully. “Does our little slut like taking it up the ass?”
Sheila usually enjoyed anal sex, but remembering the size of his cock when he had it in her mouth, she shook her head wildly. “Please, no!” she begged him. “Not there. I don’t like anal sex,” she lied with convincing fear in her voice.
“You just never been fucked in the ass by a pro, and I’m a real pro,” he said smugly. He continued reaming out her small hole with his finger and when he pulled it out, she had a brief hope that he was going to leave her ass alone. Instead, he pressed two fingers into her ass and worked them around even more forcefully.
Sheila’s ass was stretching out and he was somehow able to remain just below the level of force that would cause her real pain. His cock was still filling her pussy, but he wasn’t thrusting into her as often or as deeply while he concentrated on her small back hole. When he pressed a third finger inside her, Sheila knew that he wasn’t going to stop until his dick was buried in her ass and she hoped that he would be quick and get out of her just as fast. When he pulled his three fingers from her ass, he also pulled his cock from her pussy and Sheila braced herself for what she expected would be a painful assault on her asshole.
He pressed the tip of his cock into the center of her open ass and pushed his way into her. It wasn’t nearly as bad as she expected and in fact, it didn’t hurt at all. But she did feel incredibly full deep inside her where his cock was resting. The man started fucking her slowly and Sheila found a measure of relief in that. He was barely inside her for a minute when he suddenly shoved himself into her and stayed there. She could feel his cock pulsing deep inside her tummy and Sheila thought she could feel his cum filling her bowel. He grunted twice more with small thrusts accompanying each sound and then he was spent. He remained inside her for several seconds and then pulled back, letting his soft cock fall out with barely a sound.
The room was quiet except for the heavy breathing of the three adults. Sheila remained still in her position over the back of the chair and wondered what they planned to do with her next. She didn’t have to wait long. Two sets of hands picked her up by her arms and led her stumbling back down the hall and into her bedroom. They sat her on the bed without a word and she could feel their eyes on her nude body again. Finally, the original attacker spoke up. “We’re going to leave you for now and not gag you again, but if you make a single sound, you won’t live to regret it. Understood?”
Sheila nodded dumbly. That was it? They weren’t going to kill her? This had to be a trick, she thought. Nevertheless, she remained quiet and heard two sets of footsteps going quietly down the hall. She strained her ears and heard the two men moving around in the front of her apartment and talking in muted voices. Several minutes went by and after what seemed like an eternity, she was certain that she heard a door open and close. She waited a few more seconds before deciding she was alone and then resumed her earlier struggle to somehow get free.
The sound of approaching footsteps caused her to freeze in place. Someone approached with a confident walk and then reached behind her to loosen and remove the hood covering her eyes. She blinked from the sudden light and saw her boyfriend, Bobby standing in front of her. She broke into a smile.
“It’s about time,” she told him. “Get these off of me” nodding back to the handcuffs, He pulled a small key from his shirt pocket and released the cuffs to free her wrists. She brought her arms in front of her and rubbed her wrists. “Don’t leave those things on so long next time,” she grumbled. Looking back up at him she broke into a broad smile. “That was fucking awesome!” she squealed happily. “But you owe me a new shirt and underwear.”

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ABIGAIL AND THE POLE

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She had thought that pole dancing was only for strippers, and that as a feminist she should object to it, but her friends kept telling her that it was great for fitness, a genuine skilled artform, and that it made them feel really empowered.

Sceptical but interested, Abigail searched online, and found an advertisement for “Pole Dancing for Feminists”, which sounded like the sort of thing she was after.

Classes were Wednesdays at 7 pm. She attended her first one, and found herself in a group of around ten attractive professional-looking women seated on chairs in a dance studio. She was surprised to see the instructor was a man, but she decided to wait and see what the course was like.

The instructor told them they’d be watching a video today. Some of the women who had been to previous classes smiled happily at this news. The instructor distributed sets of large headphones to all the women. Abigail put hers on, and discovered they shut out all sounds except a kind of faint, persistent static. Then the instructor dimmed the lights, and started of a film on a large flatscreen.

That was all Abigail remembered of the class. After that it was a blank.

The next day a package arrived at Abigail’s office. It was a stripper pole and stage. She cleared the rest of her calendar and spent the rest of the day erecting the pole in a corner of her office. It was only at the end of the day, when it was set up, that she realised she’d stripped naked at some point in the process. She blushed, and put her clothes back on, and felt very grateful that as a consultant, no one ever entered her office except by appointment.

The next day she started her work day by doing what she thought of as her homework – watching pole dancing videos. She didn’t quite remember when she’d been told to do this, but she knew it was very important. She spent almost an hour browsing the internet and bookmarking videos. She noticed that she felt reluctant to go find videos of girls pole dancing while clothed. Instead she was browsing porn sites, finding videos of nude strippers. The girls in these videos had big fake tits, and they often masturbated as they danced, or started or ended their act by fucking a woman or a man on stage.

Once she’d found a good range of videos, Abigail found it difficult to close them again. For the rest of the day – and for every day thereafter – there was always a nude big-titted stripper dancing or fucking in the corner of her desktop, even when she had a client. She found herself blushing intensely in every meeting she had, and of course never let her clients see her computer screen.

Sometimes, in the middle of the day, Abigail would have an irresistible urge to practice her pole dancing. She’d get up, and begin twirling around the pole, climbing up it, wrapping her legs around it, dropping to her knees in front of it. Usually she would find herself taking off her clothing as she danced. She wasn’t very good at the dancing yet, but she assumed she would get better. When these urges came, she was completely unable to resist them, and each day she thanked her lucky stars that they hadn’t come while she was meeting with a client.

It was on the fourth day that she realised what was triggering her urge to dance. It was coming whenever she had a feminist thought.

She seen a fashion ad in which a woman was kneeling at the feet of a well-dressed man, and had thought, “God, that’s so sexist” – and moments later she had gotten up, stripped nude, and rubbed her tits against the stripper pole.

She had read a news article about male lawmakers legislating women’s reproductive rights, and become furious – and then the next thing she knew she was was naked, her pussy was wet, and she was sliding her dripping cunt up and down the stripper pole until half of it was lubricated with her arousal.

She had seen an ad in her internet browser for a plastic surgeon that said “Be what men want”, with a picture of a pair of fake tits, and immediately closed the browser tab – and gone to kneel naked on the stage and passionately lick the pole with her tongue.

She had a dim awareness of what had happened to her now. She must have been hypnotised at that class. It hadn’t been feminist pole dancing – it had been a trap to rize escort lure in feminists and program degrading suggestions into their brains.

How dare they, she thought – and then found herself pulling off her clothes, approaching the pole, and wrapping her legs and tits around it like it was her lover…

Over the next few days, she fought her hypnotic suggestions hard, but it just resulted in her spending most of each day humping the stripper pole while naked.

When Wednesday came, she wanted to scream in frustration as she found herself getting into her car and driving back to the dance studio for another lesson.

It was the same as before – headphones and a video. She tried to shout and throw the headphones away, but instead she just smiled a vapid bimbo-ish smile and thanked the male instructor for teaching her to pole dance. And then her brain turned off, and she went blank.

The next day a stage and a pole arrived for her house, too, and Abigail assembled them that night in her lounge room. Once again, she constructed them nude, and this time she found herself deliberately opening the front curtains of her house so people could see her as she walked. She whimpered at this, but couldn’t stop herself, and blushed each time somebody walked by and goggled at the naked slut constructing a stripper pole in public view. When it was done, she felt the overwhelming need to hump her cunt against the smooth metal until she orgasmed, and then lick her pussy juices from the pole with her tongue until it was clean again.

She continued to strip and dance whenever she had a feminist thought, and she was at least pleased to see that her dancing was getting better. But she had a new compulsion now too. Whenever she had a degrading thought about herself, she would immediately write it down on a notepad. Her eyes would drift to this list of thoughts during the day, reading them again and again, and then when she did her next pole dance she would find herself saying them out loud.

“I’m a slut,” she said, as she rubbed her tits against the metal pole. “I’m a stupid bimbo. I’m a whore who can’t stop herself from fucking a stripper pole. I don’t deserve respect. It’s my own fault that this has happened to me. Intelligent women don’t cum from humping a stripper pole. I was always a slut and these lessons have just brought it out.” She hated that her pussy was so wet as she said these degrading things.

Eventually, the inevitable happened – she had a feminist thought while meeting a client. A large, wealthy heavyset businessman turned up for an appointment, and said, “Nice to meet you, sweetcheeks.” She bristled at the term “sweetcheeks”, and was about to coldly tell him that she was nobody’s “sweetcheeks” – but instead she found herself taking a few sexy steps backwards, and peeling off her shirt.

“I’m really a slut who can’t control herself,” she heard herself say. “If I didn’t secretly want to be raped, my pussy wouldn’t be so wet.”

The businessman’s eyes bulged out of his head. “This is unexpected, sugar,” he said.

Abigail turned red, and willed herself to stop, but instead she just smiled and said, “I’m a silly little bimbo who does stupid slutty things. I’m a traitor to my gender, really.”

And everything after that was predictable. She stripped nude in front of this man she didn’t even know. She flashed him her fuckhole, and cupped her tits for him, and then danced on the pole, rubbing it against her cunt, between her tits. She climbed up the pole, and then went upside down on it, her legs spread, her gaping pussy on full display. All the time she was saying, “If I deserved respect, I wouldn’t be doing this. Spreading my pussy for a stranger is all I’m good for. No girl who had rights and was allowed to say no would act like this.”

When it was over, he raped her – if you could call it rape. You probably couldn’t, she thought, for while she definitely didn’t want to be fucked, especially by this man, her pussy was sopping wet, and she didn’t resist, and in fact she kept saying things like, “This is what I deserve. This is all I am good for.”

When it was over, and he had ejaculated in her pussy – after Abigail, to her shame, had orgasmed herself no less than three times – he walked around her to wipe his cock clean escort rize on her face.

And as Abigail stared at the hard, thick, bouncing phallus, a funny thought came to her – that this cock was more important than anything she had ever thought or done. Every “intelligent thought” she had ever had was just a fiction next to the reality of this penis. This man had raped her – but a man with a penis like this should be able to rape whoever he wanted.

The penis, she realised, was her god. It deserved to be worshipped. And her stripper pole was the temple where she made her prayers.

She numbly let him make another appointment with her – for “more of the same” – and when he was gone she didn’t clean his cum off. That would disrespect the cock she now knew was her master. She had to just let it drip out of her, naturally.

A thought flashed through her mind – “How can you do this? You’re a feminist…” – and then of course she had to dance again. In the process of dancing, and humping her cunt against the pole, she smeared the man’s sperm all over the metal, and then at the end she lovingly licked every last sticky drop off again with her tongue.

When she went back to the class on the following Wednesday, they moved her to an “advanced class”. Here, all the women were naked, and Abigail stripped obediently to join them. The instructor took out his cock and let every woman have a few quick sucks on it before he gave them the headphones. Each and every women – Abigail included – looked bitterly disappointed when he pulled his cock away from their lips and moved on.

Abigail welcomed the blankness that followed.

The next morning Abigail went to a plastic surgery clinic. When she came out, her tits were two sizes larger, and visibly fake.

She found herself experiencing new sensations when she felt objectified – which, with her new bulging fuckbags, was very often. When she became aware people were seeing her as a sexual object, she simultaneously felt overwhelming shame and humiliation – and intense and urgent arousal – and a deep feeling of happiness and satisfaction, like this was the way things *should* be. At one trip to a shopping centre to buy new clothes to fit her oversized new fuckballoons, she felt like so much of a ridiculous whore that she couldn’t even make it to the bathrooms before she had to masturbate, and ended up fingering her pussy desperately to orgasm while facing a wall and hoping no one could tell what she was doing.

She went to a sex shop and bought a range of big fake cocks. The salesgirl tried to sell her some traditional vibrators and a Hitachi, but Abigail was clear that they had to *look* like cocks. As soon as the transaction was complete and the cocks were paid for, Abigail jammed one into her mouth. It felt so good to have her mouth around a cock.

After that, Abigail found herself sucking on the fake cocks around the clock. She sucked on them as she walked, at her desk, and even on the bus. (The sense of disgust and shame she had felt from people staring at her as she fellated a rubber cock on the back seat of the bus had been so overwhelming that she’d had to masturbate right there, in front of all the passengers, while crying with humiliation.) At night, she fell asleep suckling happily on a fake penis.

Her obsession with the cocks started off as merely oral, but soon she was also stuffing them into her pussy and anus. They were ludicrously large and thick, and it felt pleasantly uncomfortable and painful to have them stretching her cunt and ass, particularly if she walked around with them inside her. She couldn’t remotely fit the entire length inside her, so while sitting she would end up in a kind of awkward half-crouch with the base of the cocks against the chair and her pussy suspended a few inches above it. If she left them in her while walking around – which she often did – the bases pushed her panties out so far that it was obvious to anyone that she had something in her cunt and ass.

Whenever she could, Abigail would rotate the cocks, bringing one from her pussy or anus to her mouth to savour the taste of it, while moving the one she had just been sucking on to take its place.

She stripped and danced in front of another five clients that week. Three of them raped her. She orgasmed rize escort bayan every time. Each of them booked another appointment for “more of the same”.

“I’m a worthless slut because I cum from being raped,” she would tell them as she rubbed her huge fake tits on the stripper pole. “I take off my clothes for people I don’t even know. I suck on rubber cocks like a brainless fuckdoll. I can’t think of any reason why I deserve to be respected or listened to.”

At night she danced nude in her lounge room with the windows open and the lights on, and then masturbated to orgasm in front of the crowd that gathered to watch.

Another Wednesday came and went. She loved it when her mind when blank. When she was blank she didn’t have to think about what a stupid slut she was and how she was a traitor to her gender. She had the vague feeling that during her blank she had fucked some of the other girls in the class, and that the instructor had filmed it. She didn’t care.

She stopped wearing clothes at all. “Getting dressed” meant high heels, stockings, earrings, lipstick, make-up and nothing else. If she absolutely couldn’t get away with being nude – such as on the bus – she would wear a skimpy micro-bikini, taking care to ensure that the crotch went between her pussy lips rather than over them, and that her nipples were visible through the fabric.

Boxes started arriving at her home and office, full of bottles of white fluid. A note informed her it was human semen. She didn’t ask where it came from. She knew the dance class had sent it. And she knew what to do with it.

She smeared it on her stripper pole before she danced, so she’d feel the cum on her pussy and tits as she danced, and be able to lick the delicious substance off afterwards. She smeared it on her cocks before they went into her mouth or pussy or ass. Sometimes she just squirted some up her pussy and let it drip out over the following hour. If she had a meeting with a client who she thought might still respect her, she’d smear a little on her face and tits before he arrived, although usually just the fact that she was nude would deal with that issue.

Her repeat clients from last week came back, and raped her again, and made new appointments. Her existing clients either raped her, or stopped making new appointments. Soon she was able to look at her appointment book and see that all her appointments into the future were all men who didn’t care about her professional skills and just wanted to rape her. She had become a prostitute.

When she didn’t have a client, she just spent her time sucking on her plastic cock and watching porn on the internet. When she came across a sex act that she found particularly frightening or degrading, she would make a note of it. The next time she was raped, she would thank the man for raping her – staring adoringly at his cock, which her world revolved around – and then she would suggest that next time he do whatever sex act that she secretly least wanted him to perform on her, thus ensuring that over time her rapings became steadily more painful and degrading.

All of this behaviour led to her falling out of touch with her old friends. When she received a social media message from Jenny – a girl she had been friends with since primary school – asking if she was okay, she didn’t know what to do with it. She stared at it dumbly, still sucking her rubber cock.

She was a bimbo fuckdoll. Jenny was a nice girl. They couldn’t be friends. If Jenny saw what she was today, Jenny would kick her in the cunt and the tits and spit on her and call her a whore.

Slowly, she typed, “I’m doing okay – how about you?”

“Doing well,” replied Jenny. “I’m hoping to get fit, though. Need to lose some weight! Just for myself – don’t care what men think.”

Abigail stared at the screen again, and sucked on her rubber cock.

Then she typed, “You should come to the pole dancing class I go to. It’s incredibly empowering. I’d love to see you there. Please?”

She stared at the screen, waiting nervously for the reply.

“Sure! Give me the time and date!” came the reply, finally.

“I am stupid. I am a cunt. I am the reason women deserve to be raped,” Abigail whispered to herself as she sent Jenny the details. And then, like the slut she was, she orgasmed.

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I was not usually a naughty girl at school, but there was something about Miss Wilton that made me act badly around her. Although she was comparatively young, she was one of the strictest and most authoritarian of our teachers, and she always seemed to have a particular down on me – criticising my work, and pulling me up sharply for little things like running in the corridor between classes, the sort of things that everyone did and were nothing out of the ordinary. I was not sure of her age: she had been teaching at our school for several years, and was either in her late 20s or perhaps a little over 30. She was always dressed very smartly in a rather severe style – trouser suits, or jackets and matching skirts, in a dark colour; generally black, but sometimes navy blue or a charcoal grey, with a faint pinstripe. She favoured pencil-cut skirts which suited her slender waist, trim ass and slim legs, and which were long enough to just overlap the top of the boots that she liked to wear. Under her suit jackets she usually had a high-neck buttoned blouse in white, and when she walked or turned round there was just the hinted outline of a dark-coloured bra and a fuller figure than her austere style of ‘professional’ clothes would suggest. She had dark hair kept fairly short in a neat cut that shaped her face, which would be attractive if she smiled instead of looking so stern and sharp all of the time.

At the time this happened, I had just turned sixteen. Our school was co-ed but I hadn’t felt very attracted to any of the boys or had a regular boyfriend, just messed around a bit at parties as we all did, allowing some heavy petting but nothing further. I was one of a little clique of female friends and spent most of my free time with them, in and out of school; we weren’t quite the coolest set, but were not far behind and quite ‘in’, and we were all good-looking and up with the fashions. At this time I was about 5 feet 5 inches, and my figure was coming in nicely – well-shaped breasts that were starting really to need the support of a bra and, if I say so myself, a really pert ass and good legs. My hair is naturally brownish, but I had it dyed blonde in a layered cut that made it quite thick and bouncy. The school was old-fashioned in many ways, and one of these was its strict uniform rules. So on this day I was dressed as usual like the all other girls, in black shoes, white ankle socks (no tights or stockings allowed), a plain grey knee-length pleated skirt, white shirt and school tie, and a matching grey jacket with the school badge on the left breast.

Miss Wilton was our maths teacher, and it didn’t help that I have never been good at maths. On this warm afternoon in late spring my concentration wandered more than usual, and she had already reprimanded me for inattention a couple of times. The next time she was quite sarcastic about my ‘wool-gathering’ and remarked that I must have ‘cotton wool for brains’, and some of the other pupils smirked which got me cross. I glared at her and muttered under my breath ‘dyke bitch’ – I still have no idea why that expression came to mind, but I hadn’t been careful enough because she must have heard it (I don’t think anyone else did, as she had come to stand near my desk while she was telling me off). She went stiff and quite white, I thought with anger, and immediately gave me a detention, telling me to report to her classroom fifteen minutes after the end of the school day, which finished at 3.30 p.m.

My friends commiserated with my bad luck, and left as the school quickly emptied of both pupils and staff on this bright and sunny afternoon. Feeling victimised, I trailed grumpily along to Miss Wilton’s classroom, deliberately arriving about five minutes late. Her room was the last one on the right in the upper corridor of the science and maths block, which was now quiet and deserted. When I arrived at Miss Wilton’s room I saw that she was the only other person there. Although it was warm weather, today she was wearing her usual black boots and a closely tailored black skirt; she had taken off the matching jacket and hung it over the back of her chair. She was standing beside her desk, and seemed a little pre-occupied. When I came in, she swung towards me and – before I could trot out some lame excuse for being tardy – she asked me sharply why I had used those words in the classroom.

There was something about her demeanour and tone of voice that was a little bit off – just a hint of nervousness in her normally steely authority, and somehow I picked samsun escort up on it. Instead of humbly apologising, it was like a little voice in my head told me what to do. I looked at her coolly and drew out the moment, shrugging my shoulders and saying suggestively: ‘Well …. you know why …’

My instinct was right, because she slightly blenched, and put one hand against the desk as if to steady herself for a moment. She rushed ahead, demanding ‘Who has been saying things?’, and then revealingly adding: ‘What has she been telling you?’

Well, well, I thought; on target – a bull’s eye, or rather a dyke’s eye! I began to see some possibilities here, a way of getting my own back on the haughty and aloof teacher. I felt excited and even a bit aroused, with a sensation of warmth in my lower stomach and the start of wetness between my legs.

‘Oh, I know plenty.’ I said, still keeping carefully non-specific and leading her on. Then, before she had the chance to demand any facts, I took my bluff further and attacked. ‘What would the School Board say if they knew?’ I challenged her. And then I had a moment of blinding revelation: if she thought a girl had been spilling secrets, it was likely to be someone I knew, someone in my class – and that meant the affair had almost certainly started when the girl was under-age, as most of us were not yet sixteen. This insight took only a split second, and acting upon it, I added the rider: ‘or the police?’

Miss Wilton looked pole axed and staggered back against her desk, mumbling ‘No! … Carla wouldn’t …’

Oh, ho! I thought, that explains a lot. Carla was in my class, though not in my close group of friends; she was a very pretty dark-haired girl, with one of best figures in our year, and a demure manner that just radiated subliminal signals that she was really hot stuff underneath. No wonder the cool Miss Wilton had been tempted to take such a dangerous risk – if anyone was hot pussy on legs, it was Carla Viatelli.

I gave the bossy teacher a cruel smile, and replied ‘She might not tell … but maybe I will.’ Then inspiration took me a leap further, and I pointed out: ‘if it all comes out, she’ll have to say that you made her do it.’

Miss Wilton was horrified by the realisation of the danger she was in, and stretched a hand out to me pleadingly. ‘Janey, no, please … no, don’t’, she beseeched. This was such fun, such a turn around and a chance for payback – I was going to savour every minute of it. I pretended to look doubtful, and told her ‘Why shouldn’t I? You’re always such a bitch to me, even more than to everyone else.’

The teacher looked at the floor for a moment, and then she looked straight at me, biting her lower lip. I wasn’t ready for what came next, as she candidly admitted: ‘It’s because you girls turn me on so much that I have to keep a distance, keep everything professional – and I’m sharp with you, Janey, because you really excite me … that tight ass of yours flouncing along the corridors, I have to say something strict to stop myself putting a hand up your skirt and pulling down your panties.’

And then the little voice in my head made me say something that took my own breath away: ‘Well, why don’t you now? There’s no one else here …’

She gasped, and her mood instantly changed, with the reaction from her fear adding to a surge of lust. I realised just how sexy I thought she was – a feeling that I had been suppressing until now – as she stalked to the door of the room, turned the key in the lock, and pulled down the blind so that no one could see in. Miss Wilton returned to stand directly in front of me, looked me searchingly in face, and then cupped my chin in her hand. She leaned forward, brushing her lips along mine, and I parted them to let her tongue flick into my mouth. Her hands went behind my shoulders, and I could feel the firm swell of her breasts as she pulled me against her in a long and passionate kiss. The wetness between my legs had soaked my panties and I felt weak at the knees, but after a minute I pulled back and recovered control of the situation.

At my instruction, with an eager look in her eyes, Miss Wilton unbuttoned her blouse and dropped it on her chair. I admired what was revealed: two quite full round breasts, deliciously uplifted in a firm black underwired bra. I reached out to trace their outline through the silky black fabric, as Miss Wilton gave a slight shudder. I slipped my hand into the cup that was holding her left breast, easing it upwards and outwards. Her jutting nipple escort samsun was firm and hard, showing her arousal. I had never done, and hardly even ever thought, about anything like this before, but somehow it seemed so obvious what to do. I bent my head, the fringe of my hair brushing tantalisingly across the flesh of her upper breast, and took the nipple into my mouth. At first I licked and sucked it, and then encouraged by her soft moans I got bolder, nibbling gently with my teeth to pull it forwards.

I jumped slightly as her hand came up under my skirt, feeling for the join of my legs and the gusset of my panties. ‘Mmm,’ she said appreciatively as her fingers found their target and she discovered how wet and open I had become, and she stroked my slit firmly through the damp cloth. I was now so turned on, and realising that I very much wanted this to go further – now, and in the future. Her hands deftly pulled my uniform skirt up to my waist, and then slipped the panties down my legs to my ankles. I stepped out of them with alacrity, and my new tutor in love steered me backwards to one of the chairs. I sat down, and she spread my legs apart and knelt between my thighs. Her hands sought my breasts, cupping and squeezing them through my uniform shirt and plain cotton bra. At once I swiftly unbuttoned the shirt and shrugged it off my shoulders, and she reached behind my back and uncoupled the bra’s fasteners. For a second I felt young and shy as she sat back slightly on her haunches to look at my youthful bust. But then her hands touched my nipples, and the feel of her skin against them was unbelievably erotic, causing me to put my head back and spread my legs even wider.

Miss Wilton applied her expert tongue to my swollen tits, whilst dextrously sliding her right hand up between my thighs, the forefinger pushing into the spread lips of my labia. My back arched, and I thrust my pelvis forward against her, bucking my hips. She stroked up and down my vagina, easing further inwards until she encountered my hymen. She paused for a moment, taking her mouth away from my breast. ‘Please … don’t stop’, I said in a strangled whisper, but she shook her head and said I was still a virgin. Recklessly, I told her that I wanted her to take me. She said ‘not here, not like this’, but I made her promise that she would take me home with her and do it there.

By now all tension between us had evaporated, and we were regarding each other with pleasure and the anticipation of many joys to come. She stood up, and I reached for the fastening of her stylish skirt, loving the sensation of disrobing this stunning adult woman. As the skirt tumbled to the ground, it revealed that she was wearing sheer black hold-up stockings and a naughtily skimpy pair of panties in black lace which matched her bra. With practiced movements she simultaneously kicked the skirt away and discarded the bra, setting her full breasts swinging free.

Then came the most wonderful part of all, as she knelt back down between my legs, and brought her mouth to my sweet pussy, licking it, teasing it, nibbling it, and questing for the hotspot of my clitoris. It swept me away in waves of lust, as I happily accepted my bisexuality – or, probably, lesbianism – and I clutched at the back of her head, running my fingers through her hair and pressing her face into my cunt. Her expert tongue flicked along my slit, caressing and sucking on my nub, as I was brought to my first-ever orgasm by another person. She held me on the crest of that, her fingers reaching up to tweak and pull on my nipples as my body shuddered under her attentions, and then she tongued me to a second bone-shaking, sweat-drenched climax.

Miss Wilton pulled back, licking her lips in satisfaction, and then we shared a long lingering kiss. We put our clothes back on, and I followed her out to the car park. She drove me back to the quiet flat that she lived in alone, and after I reassured her that I wanted to go ‘all the way’ and for her to be the one to take my virginity, she gently undressed me and I lay down on her bed, my hips resting on a towel that she had spread on top of the sheet. As I watched avidly, she stood at the foot of the bed and slowly disrobed, until she was naked apart from her boots and hold-up stockings. She bent to unzip the boots, but I caught my breath – she looked so stunning with them on, so I told her not to take them off. She smiled and said ‘that’s my girl’, and then from a drawer she selected a medium-sized strap-on dildo. Miss Wilton told me call her Sandra when samsun escort bayan we here, and came to lie beside me on the bed. For a while she caressed and kissed various parts of my body, having the effect of both relaxing and exciting me, until without haste she eased my legs apart and positioned herself between them.

‘Janey, are you quite sure about this?’, she asked for the sixth or seventh time. I answered without hesitation: ‘Sandra, please, I want it and I want you most of all – take me, do it now!’ She slid forwards until the knob of the plastic cock was stroking against my pussy lips, and then gently but firmly eased it inwards. When it encountered my hymen she paused briefly to give lascivious oral attention to my throbbing breasts, which resulted in my cunt becoming even wetter and looser. Suddenly she pushed forward again, breaking into me with a swift movement – there was a moment of jolting pain, over almost as soon as it had registered, and then I was lost in the sensations as my once-cool teacher began to stroke the dildo in an out in with ever faster and deeper thrusts. I think I must have been almost shouting in my unbounded pleasure, as she took me to the third, biggest and best climax of that wonderful afternoon.

After I came, I lay limp and breathless on my older lover’s bed for several minutes. Then I roused myself, for I could see that Sandra was gently massaging her own breasts. ‘Let me do that’, I said softly, and I took her fullness into my mouth – it felt so good, so right. Sandra unbuckled the strap-on to give my tongue access to her cunt, and for the first time ever I tasted the sex juices of another woman and feel of her pubes and the muscles of her vagina and cervix. Gasping from my eager and enthusiastic attentions, Sandra reached to the drawer of the bedside table and produced a long blue plastic vibrator. She switched it on and handed it to me, saying ‘babe, do me, please.’ I knelt on the bed, my breasts almost brushing the sheet, and pushed the vibrator into my teacher’s cunt. The whole situation was such a turn on – aloof and snotty Miss Wilton had become my total lesbian bedroom whore, with my sweet young body driving her wild with desire. I had a sudden feeling of confidence and even of mastery over the older woman, and began to piston the vibrator in and out of her with vigour and relentless determination. She looked at me wide-eyed, hardly believing her luck, and began to gasp: ‘Oh migod! do me, oh! do me hard, do it harder, harder!’ I repositioned myself for a better angle, looked her straight in the eye, and to her further arousal I said: ‘I’m gonna do you, you fucking snotty bitch, I’m gonna make you cum, cum for me, you cunt, you slut!’ My hot words and the shafting with the vibrator, which was making wet slapping sounds as I drove it in and out of her gaping pussy, took her to the heights of ecstasy. Her back arched off the bed, her hips spread as wide as they could, and her whole body jerked in waves of orgasm before she collapsed down again, her eyes closed. I withdrew the vibrator, and then gently and tenderly I licked her slit clean and kissed each of her breasts. She drew me into her arms, and for the next half hour we just lay close, cuddling and caressing. We spoke for a while, and I assured her that I would never let anyone know about what we had done – and I confessed that Carla had not breathed a word of her secret, and it had been just a lucky guess. She was relieved at this, and playfully slapped me lightly on the bottom, saying I was a very naughty girl – and that she was glad that I was.

Then she took me to her bathroom and we showered together, laughing and joking in the confined space. She was a completely different person from the severe authoritarian schoolteacher, and I fell in love with the sweet body, impish smile and tender affection which she hid beneath her professional mask when at work. It was now nearly six o’clock and I would be expected home for the evening meal, so she gave me a lift in her car and dropped me at the end of the street, out of sight of my house. Before I got out of the car, I kissed her on the lips, and made her promise that we would make love again soon. She said it was too risky at school – we must act there as if nothing had happened, so she would be cool and I would tell my friends what a bitch I thought she was. However, I could come to her house sometimes after school and at the weekend. Then she said that Carla would be there on Saturday afternoon, and why not come along then get to know her better. That prospect nearly made me come on the spot, and I said I would. So within a week I went from inexperienced virgin to my first lesbian threesome – which certainly proved that when it’s us girls in bed, three definitely isn’t a crowd.

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(Shhhhh….i’ve been fucking the ex-wife)

“I Have Something to Tell You.”
….When ever you hear those words, you get tense. It could be anything. Good, bad or nothing important. When they come from your ex-wife is really can get tense. The fact was, we still had strong feelings for each other and had tried our best not to let them interfere with our present lives.

…. We had failed in the sex department. If we found ourselves alone, our arms went around us and our hands went anywhere they wanted to. It happened over and over again. I still loved to feel her body and her beautiful tits. She loved to feel my dick, squeeze it and feel it get hard for her.

….We still had sex as usual even after we parted on a friendly basis. Our sex life just seemed to get better and better each time. Now it was more exciting, like sneaking it. Family eyebrows would be raised if they knew about us continuing to have our wonderful sex.

…What she had to tell me just made us all the hornier for each other. She met a guy named Barry she liked. He liked her, but they discussed that he needed to get married to make his wealthy mother happy, thus not cutting him out of a lot of money. He had a girl friend named Becky he was happy with, but not acceptable to his mother. My ex ( Angie) explained how her and I still continued our sex life, even after parting. They arrived at a plan to keep what he had, and get him married to Angie. The money his mother supplied, and held for him when she passed on would be safe. They first had to discuss with myself and Becky, the set up. I said to go for it. Becky did to.

…Now things got fun at their big house. Becky now became my girlfriend and we would go and visit them as all friends…until we all got behind closed doors alone. The neighbors all thought nothing of it. Just two couples visiting and doing the usual BBQ’s or whatever. His mother would stop by once and a while and see all this normal couple doings and was happy.

…The minute she left, we headed for their bedrooms. A flurry of clothes being taken off and passionate kissing, moaning and hot fucking began. We could all hear the other ones moaning and it was a real turn on to listen too. To watch them chase each other around the house giggling naked, was very sexually entertaining. We gave them a show also. Fucking and moaning in the hallway, or on the kitchen table, eating my ex in the middle of the living room rug was an awesome stimulant. It got better.

….Becky was a good looking sexy woman. She decided to do a strip for all of us. She was good at it. She gave Barry and I both, not only a hot show, but lap dances. Angie caught on quick and did the sexiest dance I didn’t even know she could do. As time went wonderfully by Becky and I began to get the desires for each other. I would pick her up at her place and take her home after our visit aydın escort to Barry and Angie‘s.

…On the way home one night we stopped to talk in front of her place. We figured we were the key to them getting a monthly supply of his mom’s money What were we getting? Continued sex with each of them was it. We decided to present them with a hint about sharing the big bucks.

…Our next visit we all sat at the kitchen table and talked about it. They both smiled and said we decided to share the big bucks with you guys. They were way ahead of us. He produced two envelopes and handed them to us. He said it had to be in cash, so no paper trail back to his mom.

…Our eyes about popped our of our heads. It was a huge amount. We had no idea just how wealthy mama was. This would the amount for us each month.

…On the way home we squealed like little kids as we were very happy. She said to come up to her place to celebrate a little. When we got inside, we sat down on her couch to talk with a big bottle of wine. After killing about half the bottle, I was to learn the background on ’Becky’.

… She whispered to me: (“..I’ve got something to tell you.”) Oh my, again. Here came the tense anticipation. (“..do you remember us discussing weather your ex and Berry ever got it on?”) I said yes, we said it was strictly a money marriage and they weren’t interested in any sex between them at all. (“…well…things have changed. They are getting it on now, he told me. I don’t really care now with the money being shared. Your ex is really cool and I like her. Now…there is only one thing left, to complete this picture.”)

…We had both began been getting sexually turned on by each other for a while now. We had kept our feeling to ourselves…but we couldn’t hide it in our eyes. We had passed each other in their house and just stopped and smiled at each other with out saying a word. A long smile with a look that only a man and woman who want each other understand. She was a hot looking woman with sexy clothes, and a build to fill the out with. I remembered watching her strip for us that time and how beautiful her tits were. She saw me look her over and knew she was turning me on. Now we sat side by side and we both could feel the draw to each other. Who would make the first move to get something more going on between us.

…We both did.

…As she turned to lay across my lap I had reached up to turn her shoulders to lay her across my lap. She whispered just as I did: (“..were wasting time.”) in unison. She pulled me down just as I rolled us over to lay side by side. We released our long awaited wants and let our lips and hands to the talking. She whispered: (“..get on top of me and hold me down. My older brother use to do that and I loved it. She got all excited when I did that. She moaned and struggled. (“..now take my clothes aydın escort bayan off.”)

….I found out later that indeed her brother did do that to her and fucked her to her delight. She explained that Berry was very limited in bed. She had longed for many things that excited her in bed. Berry just wasn’t into it, but he was good to her and no problem with money. Now she saw a chance to fulfill the needs she had that really turned her on.

…Number one was to re-enact her brother Danny, fucking her, with her consent. As young teens they would play a game…of getting Becky and fucking her as she giggled and struggled. They both got excited by it and still played it when ever he was in town.

…I loved fulfilling her lusty re-enactment and proceeded to take her clothes off. She really got hot and panted with her eyes closed. She giggled and said: “..no! you can’t fuck me… let me up. I’ll tell mom.” ….as she acted out memories of being taken by her brother in their hot little sex game. By the time I got her naked she was panting and already fingering her pussy with her eyes closed. “…no Danny, don’t put your finger in me, you know I can’t take it…Danny…don’t rub me there…It makes me want to cum so bad. .Danny…don’t make me cum so hard, it makes me crazy Danny!”

…My name also just so happen to be…

’Danny’.

…I got naked with her, while holding her arms down as she struggled and squirmed. “Danny… please don’t put your cock in me, It just feels ‘to’ good and makes me all hot and crazy. Oh Danny…you feel so good inside of me…do you want me to move my hips more this time?” she moaned.

…I was really enjoying this and It was a real turn on for me. She wrapped her legs around me and pulled on me to fuck her deeper with each stroke. She became that little teen girl again and had now given in to being fucked. She was one wild woman and began to make ’oh’ sounds continuously. They got louder as we fucked faster, deeper and harder. My cock felt like it was in a vice as she fucked out of control. I had hooked up with the most exciting woman I had ever fucked before.

…”Danny…Danny yes…yes ooh yes!” she went on moaning…she seemed to know when I was ready to cum and clamped down even harder on my cock. I let go with shot that even I didn’t believe could feel so good. She went a little crazy moaning as she stiffened up and moaned a big one as she shook. “Oh god Danny…oh god…oh god”, as she squirmed with an indescribable sexual high that even she couldn’t explain….

…It was about a week before Becky and I could get together again. She wanted to continue her fantasy about brother and her having sex. It was great for us both.

…One night she ask me if I had a fantasy I had always had. I whispered it to her. She smiled big and said she had heard all about it from Barry. She said she was friends with the girl escort aydın and she would try and set me up with her. I warned her not to let Angie know, because It would make her go crazy. Becky said she would be very careful as we didn’t want anything to interrupt our new flow of money. The girl was….
Angie’s daughter from her first marriage, Sara.

… Angie and Sara never got along. When Sara was little she would act sexy around me just to piss her mom off. Angie warned her and me not to ever mess around. Sara just increased her sex ploy to piss off her mom.

….The ploy backfired on Sara. She really became sexually attracted to me at that young age. It continued stronger thru the years. I got really hot for her with all the sexy stuff she did to get my attention, but I never made a move on her. Now that Angie I and were divorced, and Sara and I both hadn’t hooked up, we were just waiting for the right chance. Sara now was not a skinny little girl, but a hot young woman. It was time for us to get together and make both our fantasy’s come true. Becky loved being our secret hook up link, and arranged for us to meet at her house.

….Becky had a hidden reason of her own to do this. Becky had always wanted a 3some with girl and a guy. It seems that she had a girlfriend when she was young and her and the girlfriend got with her brother one night and had a 3some. She never forgot it and here was the perfect opportunity to join with us for a 3some again. She would first let Sara and I have the sex we had wanted for a long time and then suggest the threesome later on.

….We all agreed, that hot and wonderful night. Sara and I started it off in Becky’s big bed. We undressed each other and let the urges flow. I finally got feel, and suck on those past little tits as they were now big. We made up for our past urges to fuck, lick, eat, and suck each other. Sara was red hot with desire for me, as I was for her. We fucked everyway possible and wanted more.

Sara‘s mind raced…..

If….my mom….(pant)… could only see us now….I use to listen to Danny and her fuck. I knew by her moans he was good in bed. I grew to want him so bad, my pussy got sore from fingering myself. She use to watch us like a hawk so she could keep him all to herself….well…my day has come…..

….Sara said: “I wish I could fuck you all night Danny.”

She got her wish…..
——
…Sara was visiting her mom Angie and of course, arguing with her. She couldn’t resist saying: “Danny sure is good in bed mom.” With out hesitation Angie said: “Dave is great in bed too, Sara.” (Dave being Sara’s boyfriend.) They both looked at each other and began to laugh. They laughed a lot and began to compare notes.

….That was the end of the mom – daughter feud….. forever.
———

….I woke up this morning with Becky under my right arm, and Sara under my left. We were all naked. I pulled the girls to me as they began to snuggle in and fondle me.

….I said: “For tonight, how about a ’5’ some?”

The girls began to smile……

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Alicia Saves Her Mother’s Job

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Alicia Saves Her Mother’s Job
By rutger5 (An Original Story Copyright 2011)

“No I understand that it has to be done. Once I make my final decision I’ll let you know who as well as informing the person affected. By Friday it will be finished Mr. Johnson. No it is very unfortunate that it’s come to this I agree. Yes sir I will speak to you soon.”

After I heard the click on the other end I hung up the phone and just sat there for a minute thinking. When I accepted my current position I understood that there might be times like this that I would be forced to do unpleasant tasks. Now I had a doozy ahead of me. The way the company did business left me with a limited choice and neither option was clear cut. I decided to follow the course I had discussed with Mr. Johnson, the company founder and president, as I felt under the circumstances it was the best way.

In spite of my decision I found myself sitting at my desk doing other work rather than taking the bull by the horns. Do it, I told myself, because no matter how hard it is for you it is much worse for the others involved. That steeled me enough to get up and head out of my office. Passing my administrative assistant Barbara on the way I walked out to the bullpen where the workers I supervised were located. Coming to the cubicle of the first person I needed to speak with I stuck my head in.

“Yes that is correct and if you have any future problems always feel free to call back. And thank you for doing your business with us. Good bye.”

Once she finished the call the woman looked up expectantly at me. This was going to be tough I knew.

“ Judy…ah Ms. Phillips, may I speak with you for a few minutes please?” I asked the woman before me.

A look of uncertainty flitted over her face after hearing how I addressed her but she quickly regained her composure and smiled at me.

“No problem Mr. Daniels, I’m free now” she replied.

“Would you please come to my office, it won’t take long” I told her.

She followed me to my office where I made sure to leave the door open. Though I didn’t wish anyone to overhear the conversation I felt it was prudent under the circumstances to make sure we weren’t alone unobserved. Once I sat behind my desk I looked up at Judy. She had joined the company around fourteen months ago and had done all that was asked of her so this wasn‘t easy.

“Please sit Ms. Phillips” I said indicating the seat on the other side of my desk. I observed her as she sat and I had to admit to myself she was still an attractive woman. Just north of forty years of age she had a voluptuous figure but dressed conservatively in keeping with our company dress code. A subdued light blue blouse buttoned to near her throat kept her ample bosom covered and a navy blue form fitting skirt that clung to her curves and reached her knees completed her clothing. Like many women she dyed her naturally dark hair a brassy shade of blonde and though it caught one’s eye, in my opinion, it would have looked better untouched. After she sat she giggled nervously as she was aware that something wasn’t right.

“This can’t be good if we’re formal Mr. Daniels” she sagely observed.

“No unfortunately it’s not for a good reason that we’re having this conversation. Let me cut to the chase then. As you may be aware the bad economy has been hurting this company’s bottom line for some time. The reason you found a job here was the person who held the position previously moved out of state. It wasn’t because the company was expanding at the time. The last quarter numbers are in and they are grim. I have been directed by Mr. Johnson that I have to terminate one of the workers I supervise.”

When I said that I saw all emotion drain from her face as she was confronted by the specter of the unemployment line.

“I understand Mr. Daniels” she said barely audible.

“Wait Judy” I told her “it isn’t certain that it will be you that goes. Hear me out first. The company policy is for the most part last in, first out. Exceptions can be made if a more senior worker is really doing a bad job but in this case I don’t think anyone under me is performing poorly. However you and one other worker started within a month of each other. So my choice has to be one of you and as of now I haven’t made my decision. To my mind you are both good workers and each of you brings some different strengths to the position but the unpleasant fact is one of you has to go. I’m letting you both know in case it was possible one of you might know of another position you could find plus when it happens I don’t want the affected party to be blindsided. I’m sorry about this and I’ll let you know my decision by Friday.”

“Thank you for that then sir. If you don’t need me then let me get back to my job while I still have one.”

She smiled wanly and stood up, doing her best to show no emotion. To be honest I was very impressed by her demeanor as I knew she was a single mother, with a daughter in her senior year of high school, and she was the sole supporter of the girl. Facing such uncertainty couldn’t be easy for her but she put on a brave front. As she left the office my eyes drifted to her shapely calves as well as her wide hips and large round posterior. Stop it I told myself feeling ashamed. Here I might be laying this woman off in less than a week and I had the nerve to check her out.

I waited a couple of minutes before again rising from my desk. No sense in putting it off, I might as well talk to the other employee now. The conversation followed a similar course with Chet Norris. The only thing I didn’t like was that he made a few disparaging borderline sexist comments about Ms. Phillips, as if as men we shared some solidarity because of that. I informed him that as far as I was concerned it was purely a numbers issue and that I wished neither had to go.

Truthfully I didn’t really blame him as I understood the situation he was in. Chet was divorced but he had a couple of kids who he paid support for and losing his job would not be a good thing. The problem for me, beyond the fact that I didn’t wish to fire either of them was that it really was a toss up. Flipping a coin or picking a card would resolve the dilemma as fairly as anything else I could do. Not wanting to think about it for a minute I decided to get a cup of coffee.

As I approached the company lunchroom I heard a voice speaking and I realized it was Judy Phillips. Since I didn’t hear any other voices I figured she was on her cell phone. That stopped me in my tracks as I didn’t wish to interrupt her call after our recent conversation. I turned to retrace my steps but I couldn’t help but overhearing some of what she said.

“Well thank God you didn’t buy that prom dress yet Alicia. What ever you do, don’t spend any money right now. No we can’t discuss it until I see you so it will have to wait until tonight. You’re not working, right? Okay wait at home for me baby because we really have to talk. Bye.”

Luckily I managed to reach my office before she returned to her desk and saw me. Her eavesdropped conversation only made me feel worse and I realized that I was feeling too much sympathy for her. If she was the one to go I couldn’t let my natural chivalrous inclinations overrule my head. It wasn’t until everyone had left for the day that I left my office again. Before she left my assistant Barbara spoke to me. Peering at me over her glasses she shook her head slowly first.

“You have to not let the pressure get to you Peter.”

“Easy for you to say, I’m the one who has to do it” I replied. As I was speaking Barbara bit her full lip.

“If you want I would do it for you but I doubt you’d let me.”

“No it’s my job and responsibility Barbara but thank you.”

“Good night then Peter and don’t stay too late.” She looked like she wanted to say something more but after standing in the doorway for a minute she turned and left.

I sat there around fifteen minutes before I roused myself to leave. Once I turned the lights off in my office I wandered through the bullpen. For some reason as I passed Judy’s cubicle I noticed the light on her phone flashing and I actually stepped in to answer it before I realized it was just indicating that a voicemail was saved. While there I couldn’t help but notice a couple of framed pictures sitting on Judy’s desk. One was of Judy and a young woman I presumed to be her daughter standing outside by a body of water. It was from a far distance so there wasn’t much detail of the two of them. They were both dressed in jeans and flannel shirts and it was probably taken on vacation.

The other was a head shot of her daughter in a standard school portrait style photo. She was smiling and her facial features certainly reminded me of Judy. The biggest difference was that Judy had a rounder, fuller face while her daughter’s was thinner, almost elfin. Also while Judy had bottle blond hair her daughter had long straight brown hair which complemented her big, brown eyes. Reluctantly I tore my eyes away from the pictures. I had no right to ogle the daughter especially when I might be firing her mother.

That night I went straight home and stayed in for the night. My sleep was interrupted a few times during the night but whatever disturbed me I can’t be sure of but I felt it was triggered by my unremembered dreams. At work on Tuesday I decided to not think about the looming lay off and work on other matters instead. The day moved much quicker and except for once where Judy had to consult with me over a client I was able to not think about it.

Wednesday followed the same routine but by the end of the day I couldn’t help but think about it. I really should make my decision by Thursday so I could appraise Mr. Johnson before announcing it on Friday. Again I was the last one out and this time I visited both Judy and Chet’s cubicles as if somehow this would make things clearer. It was another night I decided to forgo a trip to the fitness center and just head home.

While driving I realized I had no food at home so I decided to stop and pick up some fast food for dinner. It was early evening when I pulled into the lot for Burger-rama and headed inside. Surprisingly there was only one person ahead of me in line and in a minute I was at the counter ordering.

“Welcome to Burger-rama, may I take your order please?” the tiny young woman at the register said.

“Yes let me get the combo with the side salad please” I replied my mind still preoccupied with work.

It took me another moment to realize that the woman was talking to me I was so distracted.

“Sir, what size drink do you want?”

“Medium” I said snapping to attention. As she rang up my order I diyarbakır escort looked at her and for some strange reason she looked familiar as if we’d met even though I’d never come here before.

“That’s $6.79 sir” she told me, so I handed her a twenty.

It was while she was getting my change that suddenly it hit me. In spite of the unflattering hat and polyester uniform recognition of who she was dawned in my brain.

“Oh my God, you’re Judy’s daughter” I blurted out.

She shot me a look like who the f are you and do you really know my mom? Not wanting to creep her out further I attempted to explain my outburst.

“I’m sorry for startling you but I work for the same company as your mother. You appeared familiar to me, and then I remembered your photo that your mother has prominently displayed on her desk.”

Her face lost the suspicious expression it had displayed and she smiled and for a second let me tell you it lit up the drab environ for a moment until the smile vanished as quickly as it appeared. As she handed me my change she studied my face as if it could give her the answer she sought.

“So you work with my Mom, huh? Funny she never mentioned she worked with any cute guys. Then you’ve probably heard some asshole is trying to fire her.”

I grimaced when I heard that statement but I couldn’t blame her up to a point. It was unlikely that Judy put it that way to her daughter but maybe she had. Either way it didn’t change things and if I was the villain then so be it.

“It’s not exactly like that but I understand where you are coming from.” I replied.

She handed me my bag while staring deep into my eyes.

“How is it then?”

“I’m the asshole” I told her “and I don’t want to lay off your mother or anyone else. But I’ve been ordered to let someone go by my boss and it is either your mom or one other worker. I wish it was neither but I don’t get to make that decision.”

After saying that I turned and left the store and headed to my car. It made more sense to eat in the parking lot than driving home as my burger would be stone cold before I arrived and nuked fast food is even worse than normal. Eating my food I stared straight ahead lost in a fog. Meeting Judy’s daughter only made it worse for my worried mind so once I scarfed down the burger I decided to go home where I could eat the salad. My hand reached for the key in the ignition when I heard a knock on the window. It startled me so much that I might have jumped if I wasn’t sitting down. As it was I managed to spill my iced tea all over myself.

Looking up I saw that it was Alicia, Judy’s daughter. I rolled down my window so she could talk to me as I attempted to blot my pants dry with a couple of napkins. She seemed to find that amusing and got a laugh at my expense.

“Hey can I talk to you a minute?” she asked.

“Sure” I answered.

As soon as I spoke she moved around to the passenger door and stood waiting until I unlocked the door. Alicia sat in the passenger seat and for the first time I really realized how tiny she was. Her feet barely reached the floor and her head didn’t reach the top of the seat. Once she made herself comfortable Alicia turned to me and spoke. Her words were rushed and came out in a breathless manner.

“First let me apologize for calling you an asshole even if I didn’t know at the time I was talking about you. My Mom kind of told me what is happening at the job but I’m just so pissed about it. After my parents divorced we moved here to the city for a new start and it was tough in the beginning on me. Now I have friends and a job even if it’s just in a fast food joint and things are okay and I wanted to start college in the fall. Now my Mom might lose her job. It just sucks is all.”

“Okay first thing is apology accepted, by the way my name is Peter Daniels and your nametag says you are Alicia, its nice to meet you. Listen, I understand that life isn’t fair and this is proof of that. No matter what I have to tell someone that they no longer have a job. If it works out for your mom then it will still be someone else kicked to the curb and I have to do it.”

“Well that is what I want to talk to you about. My Mom really needs this job and she really doesn’t know many people in the city who could help her find another one. I was wondering if there was ANYTHING I could do to convince you to keep her on.”

She fluttered her eyelashes at me as she said that but the next thing I knew was that I felt her hand touching my leg. It was tentative at first but as Alicia found her courage she squeezed it as her hand crept upward until it encountered both my package and my wet pants. Her big brown eyes met mine as she groped me between my legs.

“You’re all wet here from spilling your drink so maybe if I rub hard enough I can help dry your pants.”

It was pretty obvious what she meant and she immediately put her words into action. My manhood swelled in my trousers as her small warm hand vigorously worked back and forth on my growing bulge. Alicia smiled at me as her hand continued its rapid movement causing me to have an erection.

“Hmm it’s having a reaction, no doubt about that. Maybe what it really needs is some fresh air.”

The fingers on her other hand tugged at my zipper, pulling it down gently. This roused me to action as I’d just been sitting there in a state of shock while enjoying her manual stimulation. I pulled her hand from my zipper but her first hand slipped inside both my trousers and boxers. When Alicia touched my hard cock my resolve to resist her crumbled like a crushed cookie. She managed to work it out of my fly and into the light of day or rather evening.

“Nice piece” Alicia said in an apparently sincere tone before she leaned down and kissed the swollen head.

I let out a gasp at which point she turned her eyes up at me and winked. Her lips began kissing me up and down the full length of my erection. Alicia tugged at it now, freeing the whole length from its captivity and once it was all out she opened her lips wide and took it inside her mouth. Slowly she slid her wet lips down the skin as she swallowed more of me into her mouth. Her tongue was licking the underside just below the head and I could feel pre-cum seeping out of me into her welcoming mouth.

Alicia’s long hair cascaded down obscuring my view of what she was doing though I obviously could feel it fine. My hand pulled her strands of hair together so I could watch her head bob up and down on me. Alicia took me as deep as her mouth was able to and now worked her hand inside my fly so that she could fondle my balls. While she caressed them she increased the speed of her mouth on me as well when suddenly I felt my stomach tighten and my nuts tense up.

“I can’t take it – I’m cumming” I cried out but she took me even deeper when she heard this. It had been a while and I erupted with the force of a volcano. Alicia seemed surprised at the amount of thick, white spunk that filled her mouth but she doggedly continued sucking until my prick was spent. She had a big smile on her pretty face as she pulled off me and wiped away any stray bit of cum that escaped her mouth. She did a quick look in the mirror to make sure she hadn’t missed any and when satisfied of that fact her tongue sensuously ran along her red lips.

“How was that?” she asked me though we both already knew the answer.

“What can I say but incredible” I told her in reply.

“Do you think maybe my Mom can keep her job now?”

There was no way I could fight this at the moment so I just nodded affirmatively at her. Alicia smiled before leaning close to me where she could whisper in my ear.

“I’m on break now but I get off at nine. I’d like to thank you properly for what you’re doing so why don’t you pick me up then.”

She kissed me quickly and climbed out of the car and ran back toward the entrance as my eyes followed her closely. Damn, what have I let myself in for I thought to myself as I started the car. Once I reached home I did a fast tidying up of my apartment before jumping in the shower then changing my clothes to more casual ones.

The time was fast approaching nine when I pulled into the parking lot and pulled into a corner. In around ten minutes Alicia came out and headed over to me. Her long hair was now held in a pony tail with a scrunchy and she was wearing tight black jeans and a tee. The shirt fit her like a glove and though Alicia was pretty flat chested her nipples showed prominently making me believe she wasn’t wearing a bra. She slid next to me and greeted me with a kiss.

Her lips felt soft against mine and she now smelled of perfume, Poison I believe it was, as we kissed passionately. After a minute I broke our kiss as I was becoming very aroused making out with this tempting teenager.

“You know Alicia you don’t have to do anything more if you don’t want to” I stated.

“Oh but I want to. I got you off before so it’s only fair if you return the favor. Then once we’re even we can go from there because I love sex and being with older men.”

She snuggled against me as I started to drive and we hadn’t gotten far when her hand was teasing me by rubbing the inside of my leg. Part of me just wanted to floor the accelerator to get home faster but somehow I managed to follow the speed limit without crashing even with her distracting me by handling my equipment.

We had barely entered my apartment and locked the door when Alicia was all over me. Since I was a foot taller than she was I had to bend down to kiss her but before I had a chance to she was rubbing her body against mine while at the same time sliding her hand under my shirt. As her little hand moved across my flesh I positioned my leg between hers and pushed it against her mound. Alicia responded by grinding on my leg as our lips met again. With my arms wrapped around her my hands reached down and kneaded her buttocks. Though not large they were firm and well shaped and certainly not small for her frame.

Alicia broke our kiss and with a wicked grin took hold of her shirt hem and lifted the tee over her head revealing her torso. Her breasts as expected were two small bumps on her chest but her nipples were another story. They were pale pink, as large as marbles and definitely erect. I didn’t need an engraved invitation to spur me on but lifted her petite body and fastened my hungry mouth to her delectable treat. Now Alicia gasped as my teeth gently clamped on her while my mouth sucked on the areola and surrounding skin.

When I finally pulled my mouth free I noticed the pale breast flesh was reddened and flushed from where I had suckled. Wasting no time I turned my attention escort diyarbakır to her other nipple to which I gave the same attention. Alicia was squealing and squirming in my arms as I walked down the hall to my bedroom and not once did I release her bit from my mouth until I put her down on my bed.

Now I undressed, yanking my shirt up as I kicked of my shoes before unfastening then sliding my pants down and off. She had kicked her sneakers off but was having some difficulty in removing her jeans when I stepped in. My hands grabbed the material at which point I inexorably pulled them down her legs and tossed them aside. Alicia was now just wearing a tiny pair of red panties which inflamed me as if I were a bull.

I sprung on the bed landing next to her and making her laugh. My body covered hers and I managed to work my hips between her legs where I then humped against her panty covered mons. Alicia was breathing hard now as my burning lips traced a pattern on her slender neck and shoulders and before I knew it she locked her thin legs around my waist pushing me closer to her treasure.

My hips continued their rhythm of rubbing against her covered vulva and it was having a strong effect on Alicia. She was making little mewing noises while rocking her pelvis slightly to further enhance the pleasure she was receiving. My hip speed increased after which Alicia’s eyes clamped shut and she started to tremble gently. My teeth found her neck at which time she let out a moan and her muscles stiffened and tensed.

When she opened her brown eyes I feathered them with light butterfly kisses before tasting her sweet mouth. Her hands grabbed my butt and pulled me closer if that was possible. We kissed then and my tongue slipped between her lips where her tongue met mine and they entwined.

“Come on I want your big dick in me” she pleaded and though I intended to I also wanted to taste her essence first.

My lips began working down her body beginning at her throat and continuing across her collarbone before again briefly sampling her breasts but then continuing down. Next kissing down her flat tummy and probing her navel with the tip of my tongue before tracing the swell of her pubic bone and hip. Alicia parted her legs as widely as she was able to allow me total access down there.

My mouth bypassed her covered pinkness and instead my tongue ran along the soft skin of her inner leg until I reached her knee. Her rounded calf was the next body part to get my oral treatment after which I switched to her other calf. As my tongue worked its way to my desire I could see that her panties were soaked from the attention she had been getting. Now my fingers slipped under her waistband and with a strong tug I yanked them down exposing her most intimate area.

Now I was frozen and speechless as I beheld the charm of Alicia revealed. Her pussy was perfectly formed and proportioned for her body and the sheen from her juices only accentuated the beauty. She was pink of course with narrow lips that barely protruded from her pelvis and her core was soaked while a deeper shade of pink. Her pubic region was shaved and as hairless as a girls. I’m not sure how long I remained transfixed before Alicia nudged me with her foot impatiently.

That roused me from the spell I was under and wasting no more time I moved closer so that I could touch her with my eager tongue. It went straight to her opening like a heat guided missile where it probed her juicy goodness while delivering the intoxicating flavor to my taste buds. She was as delicious as ambrosia and I attempted to get my fill. I slurped away at Alicia, funneling her nectar to my waiting mouth but the more I licked her the more juice she produced.

Pausing for one moment I wet the tip of my thumb before resuming my liquid feast. Once my thumb started to rub her erect little nub Alicia’s body writhed in response, twisting about the bed but I continued to lick and fondle her. After bringing her to orgasm twice with this method her fingers worked through my short, dark hair and attempted to dislodge me but I refused to stop.

My jaw was beginning to ache now from its efforts but I still hadn’t gotten my fill of fragrant, tasty teenaged pussy. Working through my discomfort my tongue swirled in a circular motion buried inside her canal. It probed as deeply as it was able to reach, licking the woman sugar from her walls. When I felt her fingers tighten in my hair and her thigh muscles tense up my thumb increased its speed.

Alicia let out a moan as she climaxed and I finally moved. My tongue slipped out of her as my body moved into position, kneeling between her legs. Grasping my erection which felt harder than steel to me I pushed it to her gates of paradise. With one smooth motion I sank halfway inside her aided by the fact that she was soaked.

“Fuck” Alicia cried out as my thickness split her lips and worked deep. My arms hooked her legs underneath her knees and pushed them toward her chest further opening her charms to me. Slowly I worked deeper but since she was very tight it was slow going. Reversing course I pulled back until just my swollen head was in her. Then I drove hard almost working my full length in. One more time I pulled back and with the next thrust I bottomed out in her.

“Damn you’re filling me up with that big dick” she almost screamed at me but by this point I was almost in another world as her inner muscles clamped hard on me.

My body moved slowly, building a rhythm as I repeatedly sank to her womanly depths. A hand managed to find and tweak her nipple at the same time pleasuring Alicia even more. My speed increased as her pussy adjusted to my intrusion by stretching just enough to accommodate it while still fitting me like a glove.

Our flesh slapped together as my hips pumped my shaft in and out of her pink flower at an ever increasing pace. Both my hands now rested on the mattress giving me as much support as possible as I continued to pound Alicia hard and fast. My heart beat like a trip hammer in my chest as I slid in and out of her until I wondered how much longer I could last. Alicia’s nails raked across my back, the result of me once again pushing her to the heights of bliss.

With a few more deep thrusts I felt my own nirvana arrive as I swelled deep inside her. My body collapsed onto Alicia as I felt myself spraying her insides with my sperm. My body shuddered with relief as her pinkness milked me of every drop of cum inside me.

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The next afternoon I called Mr. Johnson and even though I had made my decision I was in a state of mental turmoil. As much as I’d enjoyed my session with Alicia it left me feeling guilty and troubled. I was so distraught that I was seriously considering resigning after announcing my decision. It wasn’t that keeping Judy employed was the wrong decision and I had been leaning that way for other factors. Still I had sex with Alicia with the understanding it would influence my decision and that seemed unethical to me.

“Barbara can you get me Mr. Johnson on the phone” I told my assistant through the intercom.

“Right away sir” was her reply.

While I waited for the call to be placed I decided to wait before announcing my resignation until some time passed so as not to jeopardize Judy’s position. Somehow I doubted that she had influenced her daughter to throw herself at me to secure her position. Under the circumstances I couldn’t blame Alicia but only myself for thinking with my small head.

“Mr. Johnson on line one sir” came Barbara’s melodic voice over the intercom interrupting my thoughts.

“Hello Mr. Johnson, I just wanted to inform you that I’ve made my decision. I thought I should inform you first and this way if you have any concerns you can let me know before I announce it tomorrow.”

“No, no Peter, I told you it was your call and I’m prepared to accept it whichever way it goes. So what’s it going to be?”

“For a couple of reasons I decided to retain Ms. Phillips and let Chet go. I believe with his contacts he’s more likely to find new employment quickly and also with his background in sales he’s more used to hustling.”

There was a moment of silence on the line before I heard chuckling on the other end.

“I tell you Pete sometimes it’s scary how people think alike. I was talking to my old friend Jeb Burnett and if you decided to go the way you’re going he informed me he had an opening for Chet. Of course if you went the other way it would have been your decision and I would have respected it. Good work my boy, talk to you soon and after you inform Chet tell him to come see me. Wait until tomorrow to tell him though so we can get the last bit of work out of him.”

After I hung up the phone I felt an immense sense of relief. Since my decision dovetailed with Mr. Johnson’s there was nothing to feel bad about although I knew it had been a close call on that. With a relieved mind I worked straight through the afternoon knowing that both employees would have jobs in the future. Since I felt I’d been slacking off a bit lately due to the distraction of the lay off decision I continued working beyond my normal quitting time as I completed a review of an employee project. I was just wrapping up with some comments onto my computers voice recorder when the sound of a knock interrupted me.

“Mr. Daniels may I speak with you a moment?”

Looking up from my desk I saw Judy Phillips standing at the doorway before me with an anxious expression on her attractive face. Stopping what I was doing I waved Judy into the room. As she came in I couldn’t help but notice that she pulled the door closed behind her and that her blouse had a number of unfastened buttons. My eyes were drawn to the valley of her ample cleavage like a fly lured by honey which she observed with a knowing smile. Instead of sitting Judy remained standing but she leaned toward me providing me with a view almost to her navel.

“Mr. Daniels might I speak frankly to you? I have always found you to be attractive and if not for the company’s frowning on office romances I surely would have invited you out for a drink, me being a lonely divorcee and all.”

“Judy I assure you this isn’t necessary…”

“Oh no Peter it is” as she said this Judy leaned so close that her breasts were inches from my face and as she did I felt one hand touch my knee while the other reached around to the back of my head. Pulling me forward my face was buried in her bountiful bosom effectively silencing me.

“And now with this possibly being the end of me working here I had to let you know as well as to give us diyarbakır escort bayan both a chance to grab life with both hands possibly causing you to reconsider if I was the one to go.”

After saying that Judy’s hand moved from my knee higher up until it reached my already growing erection. For my part once my face came in contact with her soft skin and I inhaled deeply of her scent I was caught up in the moment and both my hands seized Judy’s big ass.

“Unbutton my blouse” she whispered and soon it was done showing her soft full figure to my hungry eyes. Judy reached her hand back and unhooked her bra before slowly allowing the straps to slide down her milky white shoulders. She waited a minute teasing me until she pulled the fabric away freeing her large breasts. Each was more than a handful and hung from the weight. Both the nipples and areolas were large and of a reddish hue and were standing at attention. When I tried to lean forward to bring my lips into contact with the mouth watering treats she put her hand up motioning me to stop and shook her head no.

“First I want you to drop your pants Peter and no arguing.”

Raising my ass a little off the chair allowed me to slip my pants down to my knees freeing my engorged member. It swayed as my body moved but was pointing straight upward.

“Judy about the job…” I began before she put her finger against my lips shushing me.

“Ssshh Peter, I don’t want to know yet. This is a one time thing, either I leave and never see you again or I stay and we can’t do this because of company policy. Well maybe if we both get drunk at the Christmas party we can kiss under the mistletoe or something. So lets just do this.”

After saying that Judy sank to her knees in front of me. Her hand reached out and took hold of me by the base while her red lips kissed their way up my thigh. When she reached my erection Judy continued holding it upright as the tip of her tongue touched the hot skin just above her hand and she proceeded to run it up my full length. Her course wasn’t a straight one but instead followed a zigzag route from base to head. Once at the summit she lapped up the clear liquid that had already leaked in anticipation.

“Mmm tasty” Judy purred as her tongue then plunged down the other side where it blazed a trail to the bottom. Next she licked it in a circular pattern actually going around and around as if it was a barber’s pole. Sometimes she used just the tip but also used the whole tongue but no matter how much it was Judy continued lashing me until I was mad with desire. My hand seized her dyed locks with the intention of directing her to a different tactic but Judy countered by placing her free hand against my midsection and resisting.

“What’s the matter Peter? Do you want me to suck your big hard on?”

“Please Judy I don’t know how much more I can take” I pleaded.

Her brown eyes met me and she smiled and the next thing she did was move her mouth above me and one more time her tongue flicked at my head making me groan. Then opening wide she took my head and the top of my shaft in her wet, willing mouth. With her lips wrapped around me it felt even better as her tongue teased my head. Judy inched downward until my head met the entrance to her throat at which point she pulled back. Her head started to bob up and down taking me as deep as her mouth was able with each movement. Her saliva coated my skin and her hand spread it my length as Judy stroked the portion of my cock which didn’t fit in her mouth.

Suddenly she pulled her head off me with a popping sound and once again her tongue ran along my sensitive underside. I looked down at her and discovered that her hand which wasn’t holding me was between her legs and making small movements there. Seeing where I was looking Judy suddenly stood then straddled me and raised her skirt. This revealed that her black panties were pulled to the side exposing her wet pussy. I had a quick glimpse of dark curly pubic hair and a large hard clit above her swollen lips until Judy lowered herself down.

Her hand still encircled my shaft and unerringly guided my manhood between her slick vaginal lips. She grunted as my wide head penetrated her opening but Judy didn’t pause at all on her descent. She slid down my pole until I was buried deep in her wetness and her breasts pressed to my face. As I kissed them she began to rotate her hips in a circular motion keeping my full length inside her hungry pussy.

My arms hugged her close as my hands held her lower back close to me allowing her to rock on my lap. Her internal muscles squeezed me as she moved around doing their best to push me to the release of orgasm. Her blowjob had stimulated me greatly and her powerful pussy muscles finished the job. After a particularly strong muscle contraction I felt myself swell as the white liquid heat flowed up my shaft and into Judy’s waiting delta.

“Yes Peter cum in me baby, that feels so good. How do I feel baby, not bad for a woman my age?”

“You are incredible Judy and what’s that about your age” I gasped as she continued to milk me.

“Well I certainly have some years on you. Are you even thirty? But either way you can thank my c-section for me staying nice and tight for you.”

“I’ll be thirty next year” I mumbled “ but you are certainly tight. I don’t think it will let me soften its got me so tightly.”

“Don’t even think about losing your hard on baby. Now its my turn baby, you’re young enough that you should be able to go again without resting first.”

Judy wrapped her arms around my neck and began to ride me hard. Now she bounced up and down, rising up until just my head remained in her honey pot before slamming down all the way. My hips began thrusting up to meet her on the way down making her moan like crazy. We continued like this until we were bathed in sweat in spite of the a.c. running.

Finally she whispered in my ear that she was close at which point we somehow managed to increase our speed. When her eyes shut and she bit her lip I thrust a number of times burying myself to the balls while clamping my mouth on her left breast and nipple. Judy came like gangbusters then calling out my name as she shuddered. My hips continued their rhythm as I again irrigated the depths of her canal.

Judy sank her head against my shoulder as our bodies slowly recovered from our carnal exertions. When sufficiently recovered she raised her head and again met my gaze.

“Okay Peter, I’m ready now. I feel so good that even firing me won’t wipe the smile off my face, at least not right away.”

“Judy you have to promise me that you will be a good girl and not say anything until its official, okay?”

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The next morning I arrived a few minutes late as my body was still recovering from the previous nights debauchery. The first thing I did was head to Chet’s cubicle. His eyes had a haggard look as if he hadn’t slept well and once I arrived he practically jumped to his feet. There was no need for preliminaries so I got right to it.

“Chet you know this isn’t about you or the job you’ve done but I have to let you go. But before saying or doing anything please go and see Mr. Johnson. Good luck.”

He just nodded as if he expected to hear what he did and walked off in the direction of Mr. Johnson’s office. Next I headed to see Judy at her desk. When I arrived her head was down and she was working. After speaking with her I left the cubicle allowing a couple of co-workers to congratulate her for retaining her position. Before I reached my office I ran into Chet who was returning already. He looked pleased at the turn of events and smiled and shook my hand.

“Well I guess its for the best or at least a lot better than it could be under the circumstances” he said to me before I slapped him on the back as he went on his way.

I breezed past Barbara as I entered my office and sat down. She had followed me in and shut the door behind her.

“Well that’s over with now” she stated emphatically. “Now maybe you can return to normal instead of being so distracted that you do silly things.”

“Barbara I know its affected me some but…”

“No buts Peter. However it doesn’t matter because I’ve been vigilant in protecting you.”

As Barbara said this she walked closer and unless I was mistaken I detected the scent of perfume which was unusual to say the least.

“I mean really Peter with what you were up to last evening and being so careless about it.”

Barbara clucked her tongue and though I did my best to show nothing outwardly, inside I was flabbergasted. She perched her willowy frame on the corner of my desk and smoothed out the skirt portion of her dress.

“If one is going to be a naughty boy then one should at least stop making an audio recording to make sure that there is no evidence.”

My jaw dropped as I remembered what I had been doing the previous evening when Judy arrived. The whole episode must have been recorded and Barbara in the course of her duties had discovered it.

“Well don’t worry Peter, no one will find it now. If the wrong person had heard it they might have thought that Ms. Phillips had shamelessly offered her body to you to keep her job and you were complicit and accepted. I know the truth however, that she really couldn’t help herself as you are so damn attractive and the thought of never seeing you drove her to temporary insanity. I know I’ve been on the verge since I started working for you.”

To be honest I was shocked at what she said but what she did next stunned me. Barbara sat on my lap and wrapped her arms around me as she wiggled her supple bottom.

“From now on if you have an “itch” that has to be scratched let me know. I guarantee that I don’t disappoint. In celebration of our new understanding Peter, I’m making a reservation for dinner at a little Italian place near where I live. This way if we have too much wine we’ll be close to my place. Don’t worry I have a toothbrush just waiting for you and I don’t think you’ll be needing pajamas. I plan on bringing a report with me just in case we run into someone from the office so we have plausible deniability. You have to learn to use your head Peter.”

She turned and kissed me and it was quite pleasant especially when she worked her agile tongue into my mouth. After a minute she broke the kiss and got off me, again smoothing her skirt. Barbara fixed her lipstick before heading for the door. As I watched her go I noticed her slim hips positively swayed as she walked out. This was going to be an interesting evening for sure.

THE END

By rutger5 (An original story – copyright 2011)

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Drive-in Rape – Chapter 1

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Public Sex

Disclaimer: Everything in this story is dark fantasy fiction. The story involves the rape of young girls and is marked as such. If that offends you, stop reading now.

This is a story I had previously written for another site, but I have rewritten it a bit for this submission. This is a distinct story arc from my other ones and will only have two chapters. I am still working on the other arc (http://stories.xnxx.com/story/19846/Autobiography_of_a_Rapist_-_Chapter_1) and will finish up the next chapter of that in the next few days.

[Introduction]

Rape was a part of my psyche from the very beginning.

At an early age, I found a bunch of BDSM mags back in the woods that became the primary focus of my masturbatory fantasies. By high school I was always sneaking in to the local porn store to spend my lawn mowing money on more. I became obsessed with the thought of forcing women to my will.

Like many boys, I took marshal arts classes and worked out with weights, except in my case it was to learn various moves to incapacitate imaginary rape victims and to have strength to force their submission. Even my years in Boy Scouts were spent learning knots with the idea of involuntary restraint. I won a switch-blade knife in a bet with a buddy and started carrying it with me everywhere. Never flashed it around, but had fantasies about cutting the camisole straps on the girl sitting in front of me, and visualized running the tip down her naked neck and back.

When I turned 16, I even started carrying what I called my “rape kit” in my car on the fantasy that I might encounter some helpless hitchhiker some day. The car was an old Buick Regal my parents gave me. I guess they thought it was safe because it was big, but it ad a huge trunk in which I fantasized stuffing my victims. The rape kit consisted of stuff with which to restrain or torture my imaginary victims: some rope, a bit old hunting knife, an riding crop I stole from a nearby horse barn, a box of needles, a canvas tarp, things like that. One of my favorite pieces of kit was a few steel barbecue skewers that I had sharpened to a needle point. I imagined shoving them through the tits of my screaming victims. Finally, I kept an old Polaroid camera that my parents had forgotten about. (I found some old photos that suggested they were swingers of some sort in the past. Kind of weird to see a young version of your mom being pumped in the ass by some guy you don’t know.)

Even when I was in a romantic embrace with my current steady girlfriend, my deep down thoughts were to flip her around, strip her pants and rape her ass doggy style. Generally I would start off with a girl thinking I was romantically interested in her. But since deep down inside I had other motives, our relationships would become increasingly abusive. I probably lost more than one girlfriend because I got a little too rough while petting.

Also, like many at this age I hung-out with some drug-dealing buddies with similar misogynist tendencies. I was not in to drugs myself, but I was known to be generous about sharing my stash with girls who put out. Combined with my reasonably good looks I was able to pop my cherry at an early age because of this. Also with the right pills I thought I might render the the girls more pliable.

I started to first act on my fantasies my second year in high school. A bunch of buddies and I got in to something called we called blousing We would pick out a secluded hallway and wait for a suitable girl to come along. Usually we would pick the mousey or shy ones in their first or second year.

A bunch of us would corral her back in to one of the boy’s restrooms and start to work. Basically, the goal was to get her shirt and bra off while copping as many feels as possible in the process. Generally they would not scream any, just squeal a bit and try to push us away. She would not be going anywhere, since there would be about 3-4 of us.

If we got her tits out quick enough, we would all take turns getting a quick squeeze and suck in. We were not particularly gentle, so I imagine the bitches had a few titty bruises and bite marks the next day. Being that age, we usually had raging hard-on from the very beginning, so we would be dry humping against her body while all this was going on. Maybe pull her hands down to our pants to rub the bulge. Did manage to cum a few times that way. We would also be roughly probing her pussy from the front and back while all this was going on. If she had a skirt and no panty hose on, we we would pull that up and could pull aside the panties enough to finger her directly.

On a few occasions we would get a bitch that had no fight in her and meekly submitted to the abuse. In one such case we had her completely stripped and roughly shoved our fingers up her pussy. There were 3 of us that day, and I think we all 3 came while dry-humping her. I was holding her arms from the back, and came while humping between her ass cheeks.

We also kept a few souvenirs, a bra or some panties to jerk off on while reliving the memories and these are a cherished nevşehir escort part of my rape memorabilia even today.

So, yes, I was a sick fuck and the events that happened in the years that followed were inevitable.

[Fun at the Drive-in]

My first real experience happened my senior year. One of my favorite gambits was to take a girl to a drive-in movie with some feature with particularly juicy horror/rape sex like “Last House on the Left”. A cousin of mine worked the admission booth, so I knew I could get myself and a date in to an R-rated movie with no pesky nonsense about being 17 or checking for contraband. After softening her up with a bit of beer, weed or some ‘ludes, I would start making out just before the good parts. I usually picked a first or second year girl, as they were more generally in awe of the senior boys and were less likely to rat on me, as they were not supposed to be there in the first place.

Most would get turned off at that point, and when they did I always enjoyed testing the limits. The girl would first stiffen up a bit as the screaming or sobbing started on the car speaker, or at the first coerced appearance of breasts on the big screen. In many cases this was their first time at a move with a sex scene, let along a rape scene.

I usually had my hands inside my date’s shirt groping her tits or stroking her thighs just before this point, and would intensify my efforts despite her reaction. Depending on how stoned she was, the girl might start to push me away. Rather than stop, I would grab her arm and pin it behind her while pushing her down on the immense back seat of the old Buick. Usually I had the girl drugged/drunk enough that I usually was able to pull up her t-shirt and bra and dry hump her with my raging hard-on before she started to make too much fuss. I didn’t yet have the balls to go too far past this point since, of course, the girl knew who I was. If they seemed like they were going to be a bad sport about it, I bought them off with more drugs.

Finally, though, my generosity the the drugs really paid of. I can remember all the details over 30 years later.

I was hanging out at the mall just after dinner fantasizing about raping the young women in their sexy spring outfits as they made their way back to the car. Although we didn’t know each other, one girl seemed to be eying me, so I asked if she wanted to join me for some weed and a movie at the drive-in.

Her name was Julie and she was quite the spinner. She was in her second year in a high school in the hick part of town and was going to be turning 16 in a few weeks. Just a bit over 5 feet tall, she had long streaked blond hair, and was slim but curvy with small perky tits. She was wearing a sexy white short-sleeve peasant blouse that tended to slide down over one of her shoulders and very short cut-off blue jeans that allowed just the slightest bit of her ass curve to show. The blouse was just slightly transparent in the right light, tied with a string bow just above her tits and I could just see her light blue bra through the fabric. Clearly her outfit indicated she was interested in some sort of action, though perhaps not the sort I had in mind.

As usual, I offered her a few beers when we got to the drive-in. I think she was a bit of an alki as she went through 4-5 cans of Bud during the first feature. In addition I offered her some ‘ludes, two of the big ones with the ‘714 on it. She was getting stoned enough I had to support her when we walked to the restroom at intermission. The second feature was “Lipstick.” I had seen it two times before and I was looking forward to doing my usual about the time Chris Sarandon’s character started slapping around Margaux Hemingway about 15 minutes in to the movie.

During the first feature I already got her into the back seat of the Buick and was feeling her up pretty good. She seemed to be content with the fairly vanilla second-base action we were engaged in. However, the two beers I had downed during the first feature had lowered my inhibitions. As the Lipstick credits started to roll and we resumed our petting, I started to get rougher. Maybe even a bit more that I normally would at this point, as we didn’t really know each other and she was not someone I would have to face at school the next morning.

I pinched her nipples hard through her shirt and bra, and forced my tongue deep into her mouth. I could tell she didn’t like it, as she shook her head “no” and tried to push my hand away. But she was far enough gone from the beer and ‘ludes that “no” came out as inarticulate mush and the push ineffectual and uncoordinated. I think I might have overestimated the ‘lude dose for such a small girl because I doubt she could even walk at this point.

Although we still had about 15 minutes before the rape scene started on the big screen, with beer-induced courage I decided to take better advantage of the situation to start my own scene. We were parked far enough away from adjacent cars that I was not worried about being seen, but I took a break from pawing the semi-conscious little teen escort nevşehir bitch long enough to close the windows and lock the doors so no one could hear what followed. With the doors secured and the child safety latches on the back doors engaged the I knew there was no danger of her easily running away. Without really giving it much though I went past the point of no return.

Turning my attention back to my little victim I shoved her roughly down on to the car seat and pinioned her body under mine, straddling her pelvis with my legs. Pinning her arms above her head, I proceeded to force my tongue down her throat while dry humping her through my jeans. She didn’t like this one bit, and started to squeal and thrash around. Although she was not going anywhere due to the weight of my body upon her, I clamped my hand down over her mouth to stifle her cry and reached down to the floor for a rag I kept there for checking the oil. As she inhaled to try again, I stuffed it down her open mouth. The foul, oily rag was pretty big and I as shoved more and more of it down her throat, her mouth was forced open to an obscene “O” and she was only able to emit a stifled moan. Straddling her stomach, I quickly grabbed each of her flailing arms and tied them together at her wrists then anchored them to the door handle above her head.

At this point my cock was as hard as diamond and I knew that dry-humping until I came in my pants was not the order of business on this evening. Where to start? Well, with my trusty knife of course. I pulled it out of my back pocket and made a show of flicking the switchblade open in front of her face. She squirmed as I caressed her cheek with the blade of the knife and started to wail loudly through the gag. I leaned over and whispered in to her ear that I would cut her pretty face to ribbons if she did not stay quiet. At this point she closed her eyes and started a quiet sobbing, tears running down her cheeks. I leaned down and licked them from her face, tasting their saltiness.

I slid the tip of the knife slowly down along her neck, slowly down across her chest, to just below the floral pattern in her blouse that ran across her tits. Slipping the tip in to the fabric, pushed the knife forward and up, ripping the garment as it went until finally the string bow above her breasts parted. The sudden release of pressure caused the knife to jerk, just just barely missing cutting her young face. Gripping the torn opening, I continued to tear the garment downward with my hands until the front of the blouse was completely open, baring her flat stomach and light-blue bra to my unencumbered view.

Not want to rush things, I caressed her belly with the point of the knife, the tickling sensation causing her muscles to twitch and ripple as she sobbed and blubbered some more. We were having an early hot spell and the car, with windows closed, was quite hot and humid. The perspiration had started to form glossy beads on her shoulders and belly, and the sweat from my forehead dripped down to mingle with them.

The obvious thing to do at this point would be to cut open her bra, but I decided I wanted a couple of intact souvenirs of the evening to add to my collection. I reached behind her, unclasped her bra and pulled it and her tattered blouse up around her arms secured above her head, leaving her naked, sweaty back against the vinyl upholstery of the Buick. I began to roughly kneed and twist her now exposed tits, causing her to emit a little yip each time I pinched the skin hard. The tits were firm, firm as can only be found naturally on teen girls.

I traced the point of the knife around each of her areolae, and could see her nipples become erect with fear. As I pinched and twisted them, they became even more erect. I started pricking each engorged nipple with the knife point and the little bitch again started her wailing and squirming. I leaned down and grabbed her hard by her long hair, holding the knife point against her cheek. Pressing the sharp point just hard enough to make a small cut and draw a bit of blood, I again warned her of the dangers of too much noise.

Leaning down further, I took each tit deep within my mouth, repeatedly biting roughly on each nipple. I eventually became worked up enough to bite hard on the surface of her breast with the specific intent to cause her a bit of pain, leaving red welts and eliciting more satisfying yips and squeals. To further dive her terror home, I pulled up one of the nipples and pantomimed cutting it off with the knife. This had the desired effect and her eyes went wide and she tried to screen through the gag as I nicked it slightly with the blade. I hit the little cunt hard across her face several times with my open hand until she quieted down and went back to merely sobbing. A little trickle of blood began flowing from her now swelling lips into the dirty rag stuffing her mouth

Sliding down her pelvis, I straddled her knees and applied my attention to her shorts. They were button fly and using the tip of the knife, I sliced open each button hole in turn. As I reached the last one, I yanked the nevşehir escort bayan fly open, exposing the tops of her white bikini panties. Looking back up at the screen I happened to notice that Sarandon’s character was chatting up Margaux in her apartment and that the on-screen fun was soon to begin. Grabbing both her shorts and panties, I jerked them down, exposing her young sparse bush to me, the hair only just beginning to fill in. I slid them down further, underneath me, and leaned back to pull both off past her feet and tossed them to the car floor. I pulled off her sandals and tossed them with the rest. Her fully naked young body lay stretched helpless before me.

Releasing one of legs from beneath me I roughly forced her to spread, leaving one leg dangling off the car seat. Again, I ran the tip of the knife up and down the inside of her thighs, occasionally poking it hard enough to elicit another yip from my little captive. My fingers roughly probed and pinched her inner labia and clit, and she tried to close her legs together to block my access. To discourage this I poked the knife hard against her thighs and kneeled between her legs. As I probed further in to her dry pussy, I could see that my victim for the evening was no virgin, despite her young age. Well, girls from her neighborhood were known to frequently drop out of school due to pregnancy.

Looking out the windshield, Sarandon was becoming increasingly distraught with Ms Hemingway and I prepared to synchronize my next acts with those on the screen. The car was becoming like a steam bath and I first pulled off my t-shirt, then dropped the waist of my jeans and boxers down to my knees. My cock was rock hard and ready, but I did not plunge in immediately. Peeking above the front car seat just enough to see the screen, I held my body on arms and knees just above my little bitch and slid my cock tip up and down her crack, the movement lubricated by my pre-cum, while watching Sarandon slap and rip the clothes from his own bitch.

Finally, I dropped my full body weight on to my little Julie and to the sounds of Margaux screaming “Oh my God, you’re killing me”, slammed my cock deep within her pussy. The little cunt beneath me had a similar reaction to the intrusion. Her eyes went completely wide and she tried to howl loud behind the rag stuffing her mouth. I clapped both hands over her mouth and pinched off her nose, so she wouldn’t have enough air to continue the scream.

In addition to the tightness due to her young age, I had never fucked such a dry pussy before. The sensation from my side was interesting and delightful and I tried to savor it. The resistance to the initial thrust felt at though I was tearing a new hole in her. As I slowly pulled out to start the next stroke, the skin of her vagina clung to my cock as though it did not want to let go. Every 1/4 inch or so it would pop loose, only to cling again in a new position. When my cock was mostly withdrawn, I again slammed it in as hard as I could. Again, her eyes opened wide, her arms strained against the ropes and her legs straightened from the pain I was causing. Although I still had my hands clamped down on her nostrils, she was still able to manage a muted wail. As before I slowly withdrew and jammed her again.

My little bitch seemed to be getting woozy as her reaction to the third stroke was muted, so I let her breathe while I began to pump her more rhythmically. Her breaths were rapid, driven by the lack of air, pain and her panic. She had screwed her eyes shut, but I could see the tears streaming down her face as she sobbed. I again tasted their saltiness as I savored the slippery/sticky feeling between our naked chests. As I continued, I pulled my body back to enjoy the sight of such a young naked body at my mercy, and twisted and pinched her nipples mercilessly as I pumped.

When my orgasm came, it was the most intense I had ever had and the ejaculation seem to go on forever. I collapsed on top of the little cunt, the sounds of sobbing in my ear.

As my dick went limp in her pussy, I began to think about my next steps. She didn’t really know who I was and I doubt she could remember too many details about me in her drug-induced stupor. But I couldn’t really just drop her off back at the mall like nothing had happened, and I certainly was not going to consider anything drastic. No, if I went to prison for this it would be a fair cop. So, “In for a dime, in for a dollar” as they say. The night was still young, so I decided to have a bit more fun with my little captive before I dumped her off on some deserted street somewhere.

The movie was getting boring (as is universal in such movies, the rapist gets shot at the end), so I decided to head elsewhere. Julie seemed to have passed out or something, so I proceeded to flip over her perspiration-soaked naked body. I retied her arms in a straight line behind her back with one loop at the wrists and one at the elbow as I as seen in my bondage mags, then tied her ankles together and looped the end to her wrists, pulling it tight in a bow across her ass. I slid her down to the floor of the car with her ruined clothing and tossed a tarp I had been keeping for my hitchhiker fantasy over her naked form.

As I left the drive-in I began to anticipate with relish the rest of the evening.

To be continued…

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Fat Old Bastard Treats me like a Whore

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I left home at 17. My parents were divorced and my father an alcoholic, so I lived with my mother and her boyfriend. He was a complete wanker and on a number of occasions he felt me up and one evening when I came home to drunk to push him away, he fucked me on the kitchen floor whilst my mom was asleep upstairs, but that’s another story I may tell you about one day.

I woke up on the kitchen floor, my cloths ripped and my legs spread wide and my mom’s boyfriends cum leaking out of my virgin pussy. At that moment I regretted not having done it with my boyfriend and now I would have the memory of being raped as my first time. I also decided that it was time to get out before he did something worse.

I found an apartment and went to court to have myself declared an emancipated minor. That meant I got a little money of the government and a part time job that was enough to finish school. The apartment was ok, a bit small with a bedroom and kitchen and was £300 a month, which was good for London. The owners, as a guy called John and his wife. He was in his late 50s was a massive bear gut They had a daughter who was 19 and a 15 year old son, so I figured all would be ok. Whenever he came for the rent, I always noticed how he checked me out.

When I turned 18, and finished school, I stopped receiving the money from the government which made money tight, but I still had enough to start university. About 6 months into my course I lost y job, the recession was hitting everyone hard. At the end of the month my landlord came for the rent. He mersin escort let himself in as usual and came into the kitchen. I didn’t know what I was going to tell him when he stepped in through the door.

“I’ve just come for the rent.”

“Yes. Ehh, I don’t have it this month.”

“Why?” he asked.

“I lost my job.”

As usual I could see his eyes fixed on my breast and he was licking his lips.

“Maybe we can come to another arrangement,” he said.

“What do you mean?” I asked, but I new what he wanted.

“You’re a pretty girl. My wife and I don’t have sex anymore and my daughter parades her half naked friends through the house. Maybe if you did something for me, I could forget the rent for this months.”

“I’m not doing that,” I said loudly.

“It’s up to you, but if you can’t pay you have to be out in two weeks.”

He turned to walk away, but I called him back. I had nowhere to go other than my mom’s and I knew her boyfriend was still there.

“What do I have to do?”

“Get undressed,” he demanded.

I slowly unbuttoned my blouse and took it off. His eyes were fixed on me, but I couldn’t see anyway out. I undid my denim mini skirt and let it fall to the floor. He approached me and held me close rubbing his hands over my breast and squeezing them hard. His fat gut was right in front of me. He sat down in one of the kitchen chairs and pulled me towards him, pulling my bra off. His mouth clasped my right nibble and his dribbled dripped onto my stomach. He pushed his hands escort mersin down my panties and started to play with my clit before pushing his fat fingers inside me. It hurt, so I closed my eyes and pretended that it wasn’t happening. I hadn’t let anyone touch me since I was raped and it brought back all those bad memories. But even so, my pussy got soaking wet after a few minutes of hard fingering. It wasn’t an emotional reaction, my body knew that I was about to be used like a piece of meat and was getting ready for it.

“You’re a real slut,” he said as he stood up and turned m around, pushing me forward onto the table so my arse was sticking up.

I heard him undoing his belt and then his zipper and I knew he was going to fuck me like a dog.

“Can you at least wear a condom,” I urged.

“No chance. For £300 I’m barebacking that cunt.”

I closed my eyes and hoped he’d be one of these guys who came real quickly.

I felt him grab me around the hips and pull my arse up a bit higher and then I felt his dick pressing against my pussy lips. He rubbed his cock up and down roughly against my labia, pushing the tip in a little and pulling it out again.

“You’re a dirty little teenage whore,” he said and pushed his dick a few inches into me and then pulled it out again before repeating the movement over and over.

His dick was fat and it felt tight inside my hole. This went on for want seemed like twenty minutes, but it was probably only two.

Once my pussy loosened up he rammed his dick right into mersin escort bayan me until I felt his balls slap against my arse.

“Take that you teenage slut,” he shouted as he continued to ram his dick in and out o me.

For the next five minutes he called me names as he pounded my pussy like there was no tomorrow.

“Take that you filthy cum slut. Take my cock whore.”

“Don’t cum in me I begged.” I wasn’t on the pill and I didn’t want to get pregnant. He just ignored me and carried on telling me what a dirty slut I was for such a young girl.

After a couple more minutes he started to groan and rammed his dick in even further in than he had. Then I felt his spunking inside me. It was warm and there was a lot of it.

I tried to move, but he pushed me back down onto the table, his dick still inside me.

He lent down and kissed the back of my neck and then whispered to me.

“If you don’t have the money next month your pussy’s mine.”

I closed my eyes. I was only 18 years old and I’d just let this fat bastard in his late 50s cum inside me because I couldn’t pay my rent. I felt different. Half an hour ago I was an 18 year old with money problems and now I was a whore, letting this man fuck me in exchange for money.

“Did you hear my slut?”

I nodded and said, “yes,” in a low voice.

He finally pulled his flaccid dick out of my body, pulled up his trousers and left without saying another word.

I went straight to the shower and tried to wash his spunk out of me. I decide that I had to find another job before the end of the month. Looking back on it 5 years later it turns me on and gets me hot, but at the time I felt like a victim and the next month it only got worse, but that’ another story.

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curiosity in the classroom – part 1

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does he notice me? when i sit at the back of the class gazing into his eyes. does he notice me? when i answer every question he asks. does he notice me? when i secretly eye him up in lesson. he is tall, with dark hair and dark eyes. he speaks with a pure, sexy, seductive voice that penetrates my inner most lust. my english teacher.

another tuesday. great. one of those days you just hate. the only thing that was going to get me through the day was the thought of seeing my english teacher. he was my perfect guy. the kind you dream about. well, i certainly dreamed about him quite often! i always thought he liked me too. i hoped he liked muğla escort me too. when our eyes met across the classroom i looked away with shyness.

When i walked into english that tuesday i saw him. there, right in front of me, legs crossed, his body spread over some marking and his head down. busy. i strutted in as usual. trying to stick my arse out to catch his attention but being subtle enough that no-one else would notice. I sat opposite his desk. carefully i opened my legs and let my skirt ride up over my knees to give him the perfect view of my cat. layered in black lacy material. he stood up and addressed the class.

his muğla escort bayan eyes met mine at first. i gave him a flash of my smile and then looked away. as he looked around the classroom i saw his eyes glance down at the table and then abruptly focused on something else. he knew what i was doing. i crossed my legs to tease him abd leant forward to give him a perfect view of my breasts, my nipples were hard enough to make a point on my lacy black bra. he looked down at my bosom and abruptly looked away again as if he had seen something he shouldnt. There was a connection, some kind of electric magnetism between us. I knew what escort muğla i wanted. i only hoped he knew too.

all throughout class i teased him and showed him what he couldnt have but what i wanted to give him. Every time he turned to write on the board i eyed up his firm buttocks. and when he turned back i eyed up the slight bulge in his trousers. in curiosity about what was hidden underneath.
“alaina” i heard his deep voice penetrate the air. i froze stopped from walking out the room.
“i want to discuss this paper with you after class” he said.
i knew exactly what he meant as i sauntered off into the corridor. this would be some paper! i swung my head back sexily and flashed him a smile i heard him breathe loudly and turn away.

Oh how i couldnt wait until 3:30pm. Paper discussing time.

Part 2 coming soon!

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Jane (Collared and Chained)

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Eyes down bitch, don’t look at me,” I ordered as I walked into her cell, she looked at her feet, her filthy feet, as I added, “Don’t you ever learn?”

She shook her head silently, “On your knees then,” I insisted and down she went onto her filthy knees on the dusty floor of the the cellar I had made into her prison.

I ran my fingers through her filthy matted long blonde hair as I drew her head towards me, “You stink,” I said, and she did, for she had no bath for the fortnight she had been with me, her shoulders covered with tiny zits from the filth in her hair as she had gradually become filthier and filthier with dirt and dust now covering every part of her shapely body as she knelt naked before me, knowing that now all her clothes were gone all she had left to offer in exchange for her bread and water was her filthy disgusting body.

I extracted my tool from my fly with exquisite care and offered the moist tip to her lips, she opened her mouth wide for me, looked up at me with pleading eyes despite my orders to look away and she allowed me to pull her head towards me until my tip touched the back of her throat.

She winced, threatened to gag and then she relaxed and closed her lips around me and began to suck.

“What do you say to having Fuckslut painted across your forehead?” I asked.

She just sucked and ignored me.

“And fuck on one tit and slut on the other?” I asked.

She concentrated on sucking, “You’re getting good,” I admitted, “But you stink,” she ignored me and carried on sucking.

“Cat got your tongue?” I asked, a stupid comment as she was licking my shaft as she sucked me.

“Jane,” I said, a Freudian slip as she was called fuck-slut, “I’m cumming.”

She nodded gently and she barely flinched as I started pumping and pouring my cream down her throat.

Once she would have fought me but now she tried to smile, was it only two weeks, two weeks from party babe to filthy cock sucking slut, a naked slut with nothing, a hungry thirsty naked desperate slut, who sucked cock delightfully.

She had blue eyes, I liked that, and her straw blonde hair had honey blonde roots, “Do you think Fuck Slut should be in red or black,” I asked as I pulled out and let her lick me clean.

“Red, Master.” she said.

“Yes, good, and your filthy hair, shall I shave your head.” I asked.

“As you wish, master,” she said but she looked so sad and a tear welled in her eye and dropped leaving a trail of clean fair skin down her filthy dusty cheek.

I guessed she had lost track of time, although I tended to come at the same time each day, before and after work, but the dim red light remained on 24/7 and she seemed to sleep most of the time.

I thought she was hooked on drugs when I saw the tracks on her arms when I first brought her here, I thought she would scream the place down, not that anyone would hear, those seventeenth century craftsmen knew a thing or two about building good solid cellars but she was a casual user not an addict.

I decided it was that now or never moment and with a pounding heart I asked, “Fuckslut what would you like if you could have anything, anything in the world?”

“A bath.” she said and I felt a surge of relief.

“But fuckslut, I would lay you down and force my filthy cock up your tight little cunt if you didn’t stink so badly.” I warned.

“I’d still like a bath,” she said and she looked me in the eye like she knew she wasn’t allowed to do.

“Oh, are you trying to seduce me?” I asked, she smiled.

“Yesterday you promised a Big Mac for a fuck.” she reminded me, “I’m so hungry Master.”

“Are you asking me to fuck you,” I asked

“Yes,” she said.

“Begging?” I asked.

“Begging, Master,” she agreed.

“Twenty swats with the cat o nine tails would earn a Big Mac,” I reminded her.

“I’d get infected Master.” she said.

“So you would, then what would I do for a bit of fun, so a bath, a fuck, a big mac, I think we have a deal.” I agreed as I pulled up my zipper, “Shall we?”

“I’m chained to the wall Master,” she pointed out, I smiled, the wide leather collar I first buckled and padlocked around her throat when I stopped in a lay-by shortly after I first captured her when I picked her up at the nightclub in what she thought was a Minicab that she ordered, the wide collar attached to a long rusty iron chain which was in turn attached to a metal ring which I had securely concreted into the floor.

“And I have the key.” I added, and I reached in my pocket and fished it out, it took a second to turn it in the lock and she was free.

She didn’t move, she looked shocked, “You’re going to let me take a bath?” she asked incredulously..

“Oh yes, bathe, wash your hair, splash on the perfume and then one de luxe fuck,” I agreed, “And then and not before, one big mac burger.”

“Where?” she asked stupidly.

“In the Bathroom.” I explained, “And then in my bed, for the fuck that is, the kitchen would be more suitable for the food.”

“You’re joking?” she said, “You’re surely not going to let me go?”

“Bath, fuck, eat, that’s the deal.” I agreed, “I’m quite looking forward to it.”

“God, you’re looking forward to it, I thought I’d never see anything outside this hole.” she said and she forgot to say master. “Master,” she said eventually.

“Just a second,” I said and her face fell, “Stop at the top of the steps, I’ll find you some slippers.”

“Slippers?” she asked.

“Oh yes you’ll leave filthy footprints otherwise,” I explained, “ready?”

She followed through the first door and she seemed surprised that there were concrete steps leading up to another door, the one leading to the passage between kitchen and back door, perhaps she had thought I had a Castle not an old and somewhat isolated farm house.

I let her step out into the cold stone floored corridor with its stained floral wallpaper covered walls and nicotine stained low ceiling and then I ordered her to “Wait!”

She didn’t know manisa escort what to do, the heavy old oak back door was right there enticingly close, but she was naked and filthy and, “Want to make a run for it?” I joked.

She shook her head sadly, “Probably a wise choice,” I agreed, “Slip these on,” I said as I handed her a pair of my old slippers.

She did as I suggested although the slippers were at least four sizes too large and she flip flopped her way along the passage way and up the stairs behind me, “Bathroom,” I said, and I opened the door for her, she stepped inside, “Hair, teeth, and smell nice,” I told her, “Half an hour!”

I gave her forty minutes, the hair dryer was working when I came back for her, “Wow!” I said as I saw her, she smiled although she had the bath towel clasped tightly around her, she smiled shyly, “Let me see.” I ordered.

“I shaved for you master.” she said quietly as she dropped the towel, she looked divine, not top heavy, but deliciously curved with her puppy fat burned up by her enforced diet.

“Yes, thank you,” I agreed, “Are you ready?”

She paused, “Yes,” she said, “Yes, Master.” so I took her hand and kissed it. she looked shocked. more shocked than the first time I slapped her face, or the first time I slapped her with the whip in fact, she couldn’t handle the tenderness, it scared her, I knew that, it was entirely different to how I treated her before and deliberately so.

“The bedroom is through here,” I explained, and I led her through into the bedroom, “Give me a moment.” I said and I let her sit on the bed, all pink and blonde in her fluffy towel while I slipped into the spare room and undressed to return in my dressing gown.

“Lie back,” I ordered, “Now you did wash carefully?” I asked, as I gently took the towel and eased it away from her, “Legs,” I said and as she eased her knees apart so I dipped my head and kissed her inner thigh.

“Excellent,” I complimented her, “Now the acid test.” I ordered and I kissed her soft pink cunny lips, she tasted clean, slightly salty, very slightly fishy and very very obviously excited.

“Very good, would you like your nipple clamps to help you?” I asked.

“Yes please Master.” she said.

“Well said,” I agreed, “But my darling, it is time, so allow me to bite you instead.” I dipped my head to each of her breasts in turn where I sucked he nipples lightly before my patience deserted me and I moved further up the bed, my knees between her knees as I grabbed my manhood and aimed him between her soaking wet lower lips.

I slid in to her slippery warmth smoothly and easily as she gasped delightfully, “Do you like that?” I asked.

“Yes!” she said “Yes Master!”

“Then hush, I want to rape your mouth with my tongue.” I warned her, as I grasped her cheeks and brought my mouth down upon hers.

She welcomed me, welcomed my tongue, welcomed my thrusts and as I moved within her her hands came to rest on my backside and then all too soon I was cumming.

“You didn’t milk me well enough earlier.” I told her.

“No Master, sorry Master,” she said quietly, “Can I have my burger now please?”

“Burger?” I queried, “Why do you want food when I’m offering sex?”

“Because we can have sex after,” she said reasonably, “Master.”

“Promise?” I asked.

“Yes Master.” she said.

“Then get dressed.” I ordered, “In the top drawer over there, it’s all there.” I explained, “And wipe yourself before you pull your panties up.”

“It’s all clean!” she exclaimed.

“Of course, you were sick all down it, remember.” I asked, she stared, she struggled to remember, she didn’t remember, she hadn’t recognised the bearded Taxi driver who picked her up at the night club as me, she hadn’t remembered anything until she sobered up and found herself collared and secured to the wall in my filthy dirty cellar with a clean shaved masked stranger tormenting her, bartering first her clothes and then her body, her mouth, for food and water.

“Oh, right,” she said but her eyes betrayed her confusion.

“Use the bathroom,” I ordered, “I’ll get the car.”

She stared wide eyed, “Car, oh please don’t leave me alone here.”

“I’ll lock you in the cellar,” I promised, “If you like.”

“I’m sorry Master, you must do what you like with me,” she replied hurriedly.

“Get cleaned up,” I ordered, and she rushed away.

I dressed, smart casual you could say, scruffy was a more accurate description, cord trousers open neck shirt, no tie, jacket pretty average but as always my short hair gave the game away that I was in the military, and then the moment of truth arrived.

My heart pounded, “Shall we go?” I asked as she emerged from the bathroom.

“We?” she asked.

“To Mc Donalds for your burger.” I reminded her.

“I thought,” she said

“No don’t think, just do what I say, so are you ready?” I asked.

“I don’t have a coat,” she said, suddenly embarrassed by the sluttish yellow minidress she had worn to the party a fortnight ago, an outfit covered by her long black coat when she left home that evening which now seemed a lifetime ago.

“No,” I agreed, “There’s one on the bed in the back bedroom, if that helps.” she looked very confused but she padded off down the corridor carrying her stylish black high heeled shoes.

“Yes,” she said, “Where did you get it?”

“Oxfam,” I said, “Master,” I reminded her.

“Oh,” she replied, well I wasn’t going to waste money on getting her coat dry cleaned when I could get a perfectly serviceable coat for £10 was I.

“Ready?” I asked and she nodded.

My palms were sweaty now, my heart pounded, “I suppose I had better dump this ridiculous mask.” I suggested.

“No!”she protested, “Please!” as if I was disfigured or something but my hand was at the clasp and the ridiculous cat woman like mask fell away, “I can’t identify you!” and as the mask came clear she exclaimed.

“Oh, Oh christ.” she said, “John, it’s you!”

“Yes,” I agreed, escort manisa “Sorry!”

“What the hell did you think you were doing!” she ranted as the relief overwhelmed her, “I was so scared!” she admitted, “I thought.”

“What?” I asked.

“I thought, I don’t know what I thought but for gods sake John what’s got into you!” she railed.

“Do you want me to tear your clothes off and throw you back in the cellar?” I asked and the answer in her eyes shocked me, “You want the Master to don’t you?”

She nodded, “Sorry John, but usually you’re just so boring.” she said.

I almost nodded, “So how about we eat, and when we get back you can change into something old and then I can tear it off you and.”

“That’s boring,” she said, “The Master wouldn’t want to wait, and we can always eat later!”

I reached out and grasped her coat, the buttons flew as it pulled apart, her dress pulled up easily enough and her panties came down even more easily and as soon as I could wrestle my swelling cock from my pants I lifted her up and lowered her onto the tip of my rearing manhood.

“That’s better!” she smiled “Master,” she added as she sank down, “I think with some training you might actually make a half decent boy friend.”

“Master,” I said.

“Oh shut up John that’s getting boring,” she said, “When are you due back in Afganistan?”

“I’m not, recruiting office wallah me for a bit.” I admitted.

“Oh,” she said, “I thought, “Ohhhhhh! John! What’s got into you!”

I decided to walk her back to the bedroom still impaled on my cock and then when I laid her on the bed I just forgot about pleasing her and fucked her like one of the whores that abounded everywhere we went in Afganistan, long black robes with peep hole bras, stockings and suspenders underneath, and an improvised grenade up their backside if you were unlucky.

I was cumming before I realised.

“Oh my gosh John,” she said as I stopped pounding, “What’s got onto you?” she asked.

“Why the questions I thought you were hungry?” I queried.

“Give me two minutes, five if you have some cotton.” she replied.

We took it in turns in the bathroom, she went first and when I handed her some cotton and a needle she had sewn the buttons back on the coat before I was ready.

“Will you go to the police?” I asked as I opened the back door for her.

“Why?” she asked, “You could go to prison for years,” she said as she slid into my Range Rover and pulled on her seat belt, “Whereas if I made you marry me that would be a life sentence.”

“Right, the ultimate threat!” I chuckled, “Are you serious?”

“Why did you do it?” she asked, “Ok you kept asking me out and I kept telling you to fuck off.”

“You were throwing your life away,” I said, “Poor degree, no job, christ,” I started the engine, “Your father was tearing his hair out.”

“Oh my god, you asked his permission to propose?” she gasped, my expression must hae betrayed the truth, “Why should I settle down, don’t I deserve a good time first?” she asked.

“You gave half the men in Swindon a good time!” I reminded her, “Almost every black guy under fifty!”

“White guys are pathetic, you are pathetic.” she said.

“Do you want that Burger?” I asked.

“Ok, maybe you aren’t, but then you were anyway,” she added awkwardly, “Unless you hide behind your uniform or mask.”

She looked beautiful sitting there, the bone structure, the smile, and that self assurance that breeding and a half decent private school brings, she should have been sobbing her eyes out or trying to phone the police not chatting like we were old friends catching up.

We didn’t get to Mc Donalds, there was this pub with a carvery on the way, she suggested a drink, then a table for two and then she assembled this absolute mountain of food on her plate and sat down to eat it.

“You’ll get fat!” I chided.

“I will if you don’t stop screwing me bareback!” she said to the consternation of the old dear sitting opposite, “Eat up!”

“I say John, Jane, didn’t know you were an item,” a familiar voice boomed, Tony Mulholland, Lt Tony Mulholland from the regiment no less.

“Afraid so Tony,” she said lightly, “We’ve been screwing for absolutely ages so we thought we would try a date.”

“Oh!” Tony gulped as he blushed crimson, “I see, make myself scarce then,” he said.

She smiled at me suddenly, “Actually I had a chance to think last week,” she said, “Sort of a reality check.”

“Right,” I agreed, “And?”

“I decided I never want to see a nightclub, or get drunk or stoned ever again.” she said.

“Right,” I agreed.

“I was scared, but, I don’t know, there was something, it was as if you stopped short of hurting me,” she said, “And.”

“What?” I asked.

“I’ll tell you later, can I have a sweet and Coffee please?” she said enigmatically.

“Of course,” I smiled back at her, “My treat.”

“No. I’ll pay,” she said and she blushed, “Actually,” she admitted, “You called me Darling Jane when you were cumming, hardly the words of an axe murderer.”

We finished our meal and sat in the lounge bar for a while drinking non alcoholic wine until she asked, “Take me home.”

“Where to?” I asked as we climbed back into my Range Rover.

“Surely you remember where we live,” she sighed, “Turn left and,”

“Yes, all right,” I agreed.

“You could have locked me up and murdered me,” she said, “You have no idea how scared I was!”

“You were stoned out of your tiny mind,” I reminded her, “You didn’t say anything sensible until Tuesday.”

“Oh,” she said.

“That’s when you got hungry and agreed to sell your clothes for food.” I reminded her.

“I remember.” she said.

“And when you ran out of clothes that’s when we came to our arrangement.” I reminded her.

“Yes,” she said, “How could I forget?” and then she added, “At least you washed it first.”

“Don’t you hate me?” I asked.

“Well, I used to loathe you, you manisa escort bayan spineless worm but to be honest, I always liked strong men, men who know what they want,” she said.

“Oh?” I queried.

“I rather liked you playing the Master,” she said, “And I think with a bit of training you could make a half decent lover.”

“Right,” I agreed.

“Actually I did some thinking,” she said, “I’m twenty three, really it’s bit pathetic going clubbing every weekend, different man every night, one night stands, no regrets except you do wonder why they don’t want me in the morning.”

“Yes,” I agreed, “One has to grow up eventually.”

“Daddy and Mummy like you,” she said, “Were they in on this?”

“Ah, no actually,” I explained, “Although he did give permission to court you and they did tell me you needed taking in hand.”

“Court me. oh my god that’s positively Victorian, so why were you so sure I wouldn’t make a run for it and call the Police?” she asked.

“Too embarrassing,” I told her.

“Yes, far too embarrassing, but didn’t anyone miss me?” she asked.

“Oh no, one or two left messages, I replied and told them we were in Spain for a fortnight,” I explained, “The woman in the charity shop said you’re sacked by the way.”

“Bitch,” she said, “Well invite her over for drinks and you can rape her.”

“Jane!” I protested.

“We’ll get you an SS uniform and a decent whip, I’ll get a leather cat suit.” she insisted.

“But Jane!” I exclaimed.

“It’s up to you, John, Master, whatever,” she said, “I want a strong man remember.”

We were still arguing when we got home, “So Master tear my clothes off and take me!” she challenged.

“No, you undress properly and fold your clothes up nicely.” I countered.

“No!” she snapped.

“Very well then,” I replied.

“Wimp!” she said and then, “Aghhhh, John!” she protested as I grabbed her wrist and forced it up her back, then I grabbed the spare dog collar from the top of the kitchen cupboard and slipped it around her neck.

The handcuffs came as a surprise to her, and then as I secured her wrists and clipped them to her collar behind her back she relaxed, “Sorry,” she said, as I pulled her panties down, “I didn’t realise,” she added.

I took the felt tip pen from the top shelf and started to write, Slut across the left side of her forehead and then kcuf backwards across the right to get Fuck Slut spaced evenly.

It was easy to get her bra hanging from her arms and her dress over her head so I could kiss her breasts and explore her sex with my fingers, and then with some of the old dog leads from the bottom of the cupboard and various metal rings in the walls a secured her arms separately and undid one at a time so I could ease her clothes off, until finally I carried her her naked down to the cellar.

“Yes!” she said, but I set her down, and attached her wrists to the collar and the collar to a leash attached to a ring on the wall.

I wished her “Good night,” and made my way back to the kitchen.

I made her a sandwich, munched a piece of toast and went to bed to wait for her.

I must have dozed off because suddenly there was an iceberg sliding into bed with me.

“It took ages to realise you hadn’t used the padlocks,” she said, “Bastard.”

“That’s better that being called a wimp!” I agreed.

“All right you’re not a wimp,” she said, “For gods sake hold me and warm me up.”

“You’ll get the bedclothes dusty,” I protested.

“No I had a shower, the bloody water is cold!” she complained.

“Should have turned the heater on,” I told her as I took her in my arms, “Switch is outside in the passage,” I added as I eased her knees apart, “Red light tells you.” I said as I guided my straining penis into the soft warm wetness I felt between her legs., “It’s on.”

“Shut up and fuck me,” she said, “Master!”

“Mmmm,” I muttered, “So what do I call you now?”

“Fuckslut?” she asked.

“Fluffy,” I suggested.

“Yuck,” she said.

“Kitten,” I suggested.

“Um, Kitten, better than Pussy” she said and then we were lost in each other.

“Darling?” I tried.

“Yuck,” she replied, and everything went soft and fluffy and I was cumming again.

She was looking at me when I woke, “It’s lovely here,” she said, “I had a look round while you were snoring your head off, shall I move my stuff in?”

“Yes, if you like,” I agreed, “We can collect it after lunch.”

“Oh no, we will go for lunch, Mummy will be delighted to see you,” she insisted and she picked up the phone..

Quite how she went from Fuckslut to Fiancee in twenty hours or so is something I have yet to work out but in typical form she rang her mother to announce, “Hi Mummy, I’m getting married!” It was a good job I was sitting down or I might have keeled over.

“John of course,” she said, “You keep banging on about what a solid reliable chap he is,” she said, “No I’m not drunk!” she said finally and slammed the phone down.

“Oh well,” she said, “What exactly would you have done if I hadn’t played ball?”

“Got you drunk and dumped you in a back street in Bristol,” I said.

“Really? gosh I might have been gang raped,” she said, “That might have been fun!”

“Well you weren’t,” I reminded her.

“I do need a strong man, though John, you do understand?” she asked anxiously, “Someone I can respect.”

“I understand,” I agreed, “But I’ll get you to clean the Cellar up when you have a minute, oh,and you had better wash Fuckslut off your forehead before your mother sees it.” I suggested.

“Spoilsport!” she retorted.

I pulled the bed clothes away and eased my tool from my pyjamas and lay back, “Suck,” I said and she looked at me and then her mouth came down and she took my whole length like I had showed her.

She looked perfect, as she sucked away well bred, nicely curvaceous, obedient yet feisty, intelligent, well educated, she had a degree even if it was a 2.2 the perfect Army wife, and just what the Colonel ordered, “Can’t have unmarried Majors, Captain, grab yourself a wife if you’re serious about promotion.”

Maybe I’ll tell her what he said one day, maybe not.

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