Around the World in 80 Fucks 02

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Hairy Pussy

While you read this, millions of lovers around the world engage in lewd, kinky sex. Wouldn’t it be nice to take a bird’s eye perspective and swoop over them to see what they are up to?

This is sound bite 6 out of 80. Some like this one are more like individual stories as there is more scorching hot stuff to tell…

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Mountain Lift

Darren squeezed his young wife’s ass as they waited in the windy loading area to be seated in one of the clanking lift cabins that took you to the top of the mountain. The couple went there every Sunday during the hot summer months to get away from the city and to give each other some quality time together. Darren especially liked when Sabrina gave him some quality time in the lift on the way up. It had started as a joke in April when Sabrina bet him she would make him cum before they reached the first cable station. She did. And ever since she’d given him the most amazing blowjobs in the little cabin, as they floated suspended on a thin wire 70 feet in the air and his ears popped from the change in elevation. Of course he would return the favor later when they would bask naked and fuck on a flat rock by a stream in some secluded spot. Darren had no doubt today would be the same as the two hopped into the little cabin.

“Hold it! Hold it!”

A hand appeared out of nowhere and blocked the doors of the lift cabin just before the automatic mechanism shut them and sent the cabin on its way up. The doors opened with a reluctant screech and a young woman entered the cabin, followed by a dark-haired yuppie type, both looking about the same age as Sabrina and Darren.

“Sorry. We did not want to wait for the next cabin.”

“It’s ok. They are really designed for four people,” Darren murmured with ill-concealed grudge. He had to admit that the girl – surely the yuppie’s girlfriend or wife, was strikingly etiler escort hot with her light sweater tied around her waist and her pair of perfect legs stretched out and almost touching his in the confined space as she sat in the seat in front of from him. The cabin gave a jolt and the loading station suddenly vanished below them and was replaced by green scenery and sun-bathed mountainsides. Sabrina gave him a sympathetic squeeze on the hand and smiled at the yuppie guy sitting across from her. His girlfriend gave him a nudge and he opened his backpack and took out a couple of large sandwich boxes.

“Charlotte made some home shortbread cookies this morning. Sweetie, you’re such a housewife! You guys might want to try some.”

“Gosh, thanks!” Sabrina quipped and reached out for a cookie.

Darren followed her example and rummaged for a cookie in the sandwich box. Inadvertently, his hand touched something in a wrapper and thinking it was some sort of candy he pulled it out of the box. It was an unused condom.

“Oh, my!” gasped the unfamiliar girl. She clasped her mouth with her hand and her face went pink.

“It’s ok, honey,” said Dan who seemed to regain himself faster, “I’m sure these folks have got one in the bag too. Though I don’t think they would pack thier cookies as inventively as you did!”

“As a matter of fact we don’t,” giggled Sabrina and nudged Darren in the ribs, “We’re trying to conceive, aren’t we?”

“Well…, ” Darren started but the hilarity of the situation overwhelmed him and he bent with laughter, finally recovering enough to sit straight and put the condom back in the sandwich box, “Sorry about that!”

The girl had calmed down somewhat and was hugging Dan the yuppie who massaged her shoulders reassuringly with one hand. Sabrina snuggled herself lovingly and gave Darren a very erotic and slightly genç escort overdone kiss. When their faces pulled apart they saw that the other pair had started making out in the opposite seat. Clearly, Charlotte and Sabrina were competing in one of those inter-couple cuddling contests for affection.

As the lift clanged by the first deserted cable station, the four lovers were absorbed with each other. Darren was leaning almost horizontally on top of Sabrina and one of his hands had crawled under her tee and was prying open the clasp of her bra. She had positioned her crotch under him so he could rub his hard bulge on her discreetly without the others noticing. But there was no need for that. Darren could hear that the shy Charlotte was already starting to moan in Dan’s arms, and the fact that her ankle occasionally came against his knee in the tight space between the seats turned him on very much.

After one additional minute or so he had exposed Sabrina’s firm tits and was massaging them vigorously while she reached down to free his cock. Charlotte’s foot was no longer rubbing against him accidentally but had started toeing up his calf, lifting up his trouser leg quite purposefully. He looked up and saw her staring at him with a dirty angel smile on her face. She was completely naked except for a tight tong, and she had already taken Dan’s penis out of his jeans and was pumping it vigorously, while he was busy trying to tear apart her tong strap with his teeth and oblivious to the action. Darren smiled at her at the same time he felt Sabrina’s fingers clasp around his cock and yank it painfully. He turned to face his wife.

“Would you rather like to fuck that one?” Sabrina asked, but there was not a hint of menace in her voice.

“No!”

“Be honest!”

“Yes!”

“Good”

Sabrina released his nişantaşı escort cock and hurled the unsuspecting Darren to the floor of the cabin. She then stepped over him and pushed down her panties, bearing on Charlotte who watched with a strange and gleeful smile on her face. Sabrina rudely shoved her out of the way and on top of Darren. She then lowered herself on the vacated seat and took Dan’s cock in her mouth. The yuppie was clearly astounded by the commotion and could only look at Sabrina, the woman he didn’t know who was giving him head, incredulously.

So did Darren from the floor. He wanted to scream in protest and scramble up to his wife but he couldn’t because he was pinned under Dan’s girlfriend and had just felt her tongue licking his balls. Before he could say anything Charlotte’s silky mouth was completely enveloping his dick shaft and he succumbed to the pleasure, while the sight of his wife Sabrina sucking a stranger’s cock fleeted in and out of his vision.

Darren’s orgasm came shortly after and was so intense he completely blanked out from what was happening around him. He came to several seconds later, just in time to catch sight of the beautiful girl spitting out his cum in the sandwich box while the yuppie Dan was shooting his load up his wife’s throat. Sabrina seemed unfazed and swallowed the stranger’s cum like she always did in the lift cabin, squeezing the head tightly to make sure she got the last drop.

She then stood next to the naked Charlotte and embraced her warmly. They giggled together and for the first time an idea crossed Darren’s mind that the two knew each other from before.

He and Dan were to find out to their disbelief that Sabrina and Dan’s fiancée were old school friends and had arranged the entire rendezvous for the single purpose of fulfilling their men’s (and theirs) fantasies of swapping partners. Once Darren and Dan were in the know, they quickly got over their shock and suspicion and took turns on each woman on a sunny patch of grass by the stream. Dan of course made sure to use the condom on Sabrina, so that she could only be inseminated by the proper authority.

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A Bedroom Window

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Double Penetration

My wife and I had enjoyed a normal sex life throughout the early years of our marriage. While sex did take a back seat to the normal family problems of raising a family we had enjoyed many erotic evenings together, albeit mostly on Friday nights.

After our kids had moved on to their own lives we suddenly had more time for each other resulting in many more erotic evenings in the sack. Part of that process of improvement was our newfound ability to confide in each other about erotic thoughts long kept secret. These verbal exchanges almost always occurred while we were in foreplay mode in bed.

We had both had lovers before we met, and we discovered that talking about those experiences raised the passion and intensity of our own lovemaking. I doubt that we could have had these discussions earlier in life. We soon moved on to the next level and confessed our sexual interest in certain friends and acquaintances. The devil is in the detail and we did get very detailed about those fantasy encounters. It was fun and pleasurable to kid and excite each other with talk of what we would do with this or that person. This talk was always confined to the bedroom.

As we teased and fucked over a period of time we began to fantasize about seeing each other get laid, a powerful aphrodisiac that produced some wild erotic nights together. But it remained a fantasy and out on the periphery of our normal thoughts and discussions. And then Mary Ellen entered our life.

Mary Ellen was our neighbor. She and her husband Doug were about ten years younger than Marg and I. She was a very plain looking lady with a big set of tits, her one outstanding feature. Doug was a tall good-looking man. They were good neighbors although our relationship had been restricted to talking over the back yard fence.

One late evening I happened to go to our bedroom for some reason and noticed a light on next door and took a peek. The drapes were open in the neighbor’s window and Mary Ellen was getting ready for bed; her bare breasts were dangling in front of her as she bent to pick something from the floor. Our bedroom was about six feet higher than theirs and only about twenty feet separated our windows so I had an excellent view. My bedroom lights were off so I lingered a while.

She did have great tits; nice and firm because of her relatively young age and not having had children. The aureoles were large and pink and the nipples looked as if they were bursting. She was one of those few people of either sex who looked a lot better naked than clothed.

I didn’t even mention it to Marg, as it seemed just an incident where Mary Ellen had forgotten to close the curtains.

A few days later and quite by accident, I was back in the bedroom again at about the same time of evening and noticed their lights on once more. And sure enough there was Mary Ellen going through her drill. I watched her big white tits tumble out as she released her bra hooks. She caressed them briefly before bending to slip off her panties exposing a large triangular reddish bush, untrimmed. She held her panties up and sniffed them and then sat on the end of the bed to apply some body crème to her arms and legs. My appreciation of the view was demonstrated by a sudden full erection.

I suppose I was feeling a little guilty about peeping, and once again did not tell Marg. Until one night while we were in foreplay mode I wondered aloud what it would be like to fuck Mary Ellen. I further mentioned her tits and how I would love to give her a ‘titty fuck’.

This comment aroused Marg and she moved my cock between her legs as we lay side by side. “Mary Ellen sometimes comes over during the day to try on my clothes. She claims that she likes my taste in clothes. And yes, she does have nice breasts. I get a good look at them when she strips to bra and panties.” A pause and then, “She turns me on.”

My cock stiffened and I began to probe her slit, seeking to enter her. My voice shook, “Ah baby, have you touched her? Do you think she is hot for you? God, you must want to feel those big tits.”

Our excitement was building as Marg whispered, “Sometimes I stand behind her and slide my hands along her sides and hips to check the fit of the dress. I brush the swell of her breasts and Mary Ellen closes her eyes and groans. I think that she wants me to feel them.”

We both lost it then. I rolled her to her back and rammed my cock up her and we fucked until we got off.

Mary Ellen and Marg were obviously both thinking of some sort of liaison; but neither really knew how to take the next step. She asked on one occasion if she could try on Marg’s panties. Marg thought it a little odd but shrugged and went to her dresser drawer to retrieve a pair. Mary Ellen said in a strangled voice, “No Marg, I want to try on the panties that you’re wearing.”

Marg said that she almost creamed herself at the idea. She pulled her panties off and watched Mary Ellen put them on and pull them tight against her pussy. They carried on as şişli escort if it was no big deal and Mary Ellen put on the dress for the day and stood in front of the mirror.

Marg moved behind her and slipped her hands up along the sides as if checking the fit. She let her tits rub against Mary Ellen’s back. She told me, “I wanted to feel her, we were both obviously pumped up and I know that she wanted me to hold them. But I didn’t. Damn it.”

After a few minutes of posing in front of the mirror, Mary Ellen removed the dress and put the panties back on the dresser top. Marg said, “I was so frigging horny. I have never really thought about sex with a woman, but it is really in my mind now. I went back to the bedroom after she left and pulled those panties back on tight. I imagined that I could feel the wetness from Mary Ellen’s pussy and I fingered myself off.”

We were both turned on as she related the story, as each tale about Mary Ellen seemed to increase the intensity of our sex.

I was not at that window every night but only because I was traveling a lot during that period. But when I did return at the appointed hour, Mary Ellen was always doing her thing. I was certain that Mary Ellen knew she was being watched, but now I was wondering whether her target was Marg or I!

On one particular night Mary Ellen was sitting on her bed with her legs spread while applying some sort of lotion on her tits. I was stroking my cock slowly, imagining what it would feel like to put it in under that big red bush.

Suddenly a pair of warm hands came around me from behind and found my cock. My wife’s bare tits were pressed against my back. She said, “So you have been catching the show as well.” She stroked my cock as Mary Ellen stretched to pull a nightie over her nakedness and disappeared from our view. I pushed my wife to her back on the bed and mounted her for another wild session. Just about the time we had switched to the short strokes, I murmured the words, “Maybe a threesome baby?”

A few nights later, we were both at the window and Mary Ellen was taking even longer to perform the simple duty of getting ready for bed. Suddenly, her husband Doug appeared from the bathroom where he had obviously been showering. He was totally naked as well.

Marg expelled her breath in a gasp as he turned towards the window. “What a rope,” she exclaimed and she was right. He was not erect and his cock was swinging as he finished toweling down. It was very impressive and I suspect that my wife was having visions of that big cock prying around in her pussy. We thought we might be about to witness a sex show, but Doug put on his pajamas and shut the lights.

This event fuelled another level of discussion the next time we were in bed and at it again. I asked Marg if she fantasized about fucking Doug now that she had seen him naked. This made her squirm a bit and uncertain how to respond. I put my cock into her and started fucking and whispered in her ear, “Hmmm baby, why not pretend it is Doug fucking you right now, that big boomerang of a cock splitting your slit, deeper than you have ever had it.” She really lost it and she had a hip shaking orgasm, and almost squeezed my cock off as she come.

The next morning at breakfast she wanted to know how serious I was about us trying a switch with Mary Ellen and Doug. It was brave of her to inquire at such a time instead of while we were in the throes of sex. I said, “Lover, we’re both ready to try something new and they would be a good fit. We are attracted to each of them. But of course we are not sure about their level of their interest in us. So far it has been just you and I peeking at Mary Ellen.”

Marg said, “Oh, I’m pretty sure that they are interested, Mary Ellen and I have had some pretty intimate discussions. And I know that she is curious about what you’re like in bed. I just wanted to be sure that things would be alright with you if something suddenly develops.”

I took her hand and looked straight into her eyes and said, “Sweetheart it would be just fine with me.”

I had to leave town on business for a week and when I returned we were both very horny. We headed for the bedroom within minutes of my arrival. I had just slid my cock into her; God is there anything possibly better in this world than that first stroke in a hot hungry pussy; and I asked “Did you and Mary Ellen try on clothes while I was away?”

She hesitated and I knew right then that “something” had happened and that she was nervous about telling me. I coaxed her, “Baby tell me what happened; I am good with it and you know it will excite me.”

She pulled me down on her more tightly, her knees pressing on my hips. Her face was in my neck and she whispered, “I let Doug fuck me.” She continued to hold me tight to her.

What a sudden flash of reality! I admit that it really jolted me. I didn’t pull my cock out of her, but I did stop stroking. Then I relaxed, pulled her close and started to slowly fuck her again. I said, gecelik escort “Wow babe was it good? You have to tell me all about it; everything about it.”

I could feel her relax and her breathing came back to normal. It must have been tough to come out with it like that, but she is a very up front woman who cannot hide things for very long.

Finally she said “Mary Ellen and I met again the day after you left. No dress tryouts that day, we just talked. Besides, she has tried just about everything I own right down to my panties.

We discussed sex and more to the point, changing partners. I admitted that we had been talking about it during sex. She took in her breath and said, ‘so have Doug and I. In fact we have taken some of the first steps’. She paused, nervous about this talk I guess, and said, ‘Doug brings a friend of his out to our cottage for a threesome. He likes seeing another man in me. And I like it too. He wants to find a couple to swap with’.

She did not ask me if we would be interested. But I took it as an invitation.”

I felt her relax and knew that she was dying to tell me more. I pulled her to face me side to side and she raised her leg over my hip; this was a common chat position for us. I pushed my cock back in and continued a slow fuck. I wanted to hear how she had ended up with Doug in her.

Mary Ellen had called her over for tea the next afternoon. She was wearing a light robe tied loosely at the waist. Her tits were swinging around under the robe with occasional glimpses of her nipples adding to the attraction. As she moved, she would casually allow the robe to part and reveal flashes of her legs and inner white thighs.

When Marg had previously fantasized about having sex with her, she had imagined that she, Marg, would be the aggressor. She suddenly found the courage to act on her instincts and moved in front of Mary Ellen and pushed her robe open. She had seen Mary Ellen naked before but it was more exciting this time as the stage had been set for something more. Marg rubbed the palm of her hands lightly on Mary Ellen’s nipples.

“My knees were weak and shaking; but I had the feeling that I could pretty much do whatever I wished with her, she seemed that permissive. She moved close up to me and put her hands on my hips and we kissed softly. I have never kissed a woman in that sort of erotic setting before and it was quite sweet and gentle.”

Mary Ellen dropped her robe to the floor and turned and walked to the bedroom with Marg following behind. She began to remove her own clothes as Mary Ellen lay down on her back on the bed.

“I was still very nervous but my confidence grew as Mary Ellen watched me strip. I had only allowed her glimpses of my body before, and her excitement was obvious as I bared myself in front of her. My nipples and pussy were aching.”

“I was still not completely certain what would happen, but actually it all seemed quite straightforward once I was beside her in bed. First the breasts touching, a soft kiss, and then our knees slipped up between each other’s legs and we were rubbing our pussies on each other’s thighs. She turned halfway to her side with me over her slightly and we felt and kissed and rubbed. It was all very erotic.”

I was terribly aroused by her story and had to control my urge to get off. I wanted to hear the entire tale with my cock still in her. My strokes were coming more quickly despite my efforts to slow-fuck and I whispered, “Ah baby, god, were you thinking of pussy yet? Were you thinking of eating her or her eating you?”

“No, not really, at this point I was fascinated with the feel of her tits on mine and feeling her pussy on my thigh. I pulled back a bit and lifted one of her tits up and sucked my first nipple.”

I groaned as I almost lost it again at the thought of my wife in that position, naked with another woman and tasting the nipple that I myself had fantasized sucking.

“Mary Ellen’s nipple hardened when I first licked it. I inhaled it into my mouth; sucking it the way I like mine to be sucked. By this time the pussy rubbing was getting frantic and I could feel and hear Mary Ellen’s wet cunt lapping my thigh.”

“She indicated that she wanted to taste my tits so I pulled off hers and gave her room to move down onto mine. Oh God it felt good, lips other than yours on my nipple. I almost got off and began to rub my pussy harder on Mary Ellen’s thigh. I closed my eyes and lay back to enjoy this new experience and was preparing to get off this way; my nipple being sucked and the feel of my pussy rubbing on a soft leg. I began to wonder how I could rub my pussy lips on hers while in that position.

But just as I was sinking into that beautiful abyss there was a knock on the bedroom door. I lifted up quickly and looked franticly at Mary Ellen who smiled and told me to relax; that it was Doug and why not let him come in.

She said, “Nothing will happen that you don’t want to happen.”

“I taksim escort lay back and nodded okay and she told him to come in. He was wearing a robe and a big smile as he sat beside Mary Ellen on the bed. She rolled back a bit and he bent and kissed her. His fingers found her nipple and he asked me if I liked her tits and I said that of course I did and that they were beautiful. He pulled her leg away from between mine spreading her naked. He slipped his hand up her thigh and his fingers sorted through the thick red bush, and then along her slit.”

“I was almost breathless at the erotic scene being played out beside me and was ready for anything that might happen. He must have sensed this because he reached over Mary Ellen and his fingers found my nipple and he began rolling and pulling at it. My God, my senses were alive and I could feel my pussy clenching with the arousal of my nipples. He bent and sucked my nipple quickly. When I did not pull back his hand slipped down to my pussy and slid along the already slick slit. He told me that I had a beautiful pussy, he loved the feel of my wetness and that he had wanted to fuck me for a long time.”

“I rolled to my back and let my legs spread in invitation. He stood up and dropped his robe; his massive cock was fully erect and standing up along his belly. Mary Ellen was closest to it and her hand reached out for it. He said that he wanted to fuck both of us and I guess as he said that I must have moaned and spread more because he quickly came around the bed to my side and crawled up over top of me. His tall body seemed to dominate me but all I could look at was that big cock with a purple knob hovering down over my pussy.”

“He knelt between my legs and moved the knob to my crotch. I used my hand to first grasp it, ah god it was huge my love, and then I rubbed it in my wet slit. I was apprehensive but oh how I wanted to feel it go in me. He told me that my cunt felt so good. He leaned out over top of me, up on his extended arms so that we all could watch him enter me.

Mary Ellen reached over and began to play with my tits. He was quite gentle but very firm in signaling that he was going to fuck me and there would be no turning back. I relaxed my pussy a little and his knob popped inside me, and I quickly tightened on it. He knob fucked me for a minute or so and then pushed more into me. I exclaimed because it hurt a little, but in a delicious way.”

By this point in Marg’s story I was almost frantic from a combination of an aroused mind and a cock about ready to dump its load. But at that moment in time I wanted to hear that Marg had been fucked. I said, “Hold still a minute baby, I am almost coming, let me get control.”

Marg was quiet with both her body and her story and waited until I had eased off. Then she resumed her tale. “He did not try to ram it into me. He just told me to take it as slow as I wanted; that he would let me do it all. I relaxed and began moving back and forth on his cock, taking a little more in with each move. I was stretched but it felt so damn good, I just kept going for more. All the time he is telling me how beautiful I am and how good my cunt felt and how he wants to get me off, and how hard he was going to fuck me. I was whimpering in contentment and agonizing sweet pain.”

I lost it about then. Marg had to stop talking as I went into convulsions, my body jerking and twisting as I tried to bury as deep into her as I could to get off. Finally I collapsed on her, my breathing slowing but my cock still squirming inside of her; both of us enjoying those last delicious strokes. And then she continued.

“All I could feel was his cock working its way into my pussy. I spread as wide as I could to allow it all in, I wanted it all. Soon he was able to fuck me with most of it. He kept talking to me; telling me how good I felt; how beautiful I was and how he was going to make me come. Soon he had it all in and he leaned down on me and began a steady humping. I don’t even remember getting off; I must have screamed or shouted but all I recall was this tremendous relief. He continued slipping it in and out after I come. Then he lifted off of me and I looked down as he pulled that big slimy thing out of me. He was still very erect and I was sure that he had not come and wondered why he was pulling out.”

I had rolled off of Marg during her tale, and lay on my side listening to her. She was very animated and aroused, feeling her nipples and pussy as she talked. I felt guilty about getting off while she talked and before letting her finish. I leaned over her again, snuggled my face between her tits, licking and sucking away and slipped two fingers easily into her pussy. She resumed her story again, reliving her afternoon while being finger fucked; her eyes closed and her body starting to react.

“After Doug pulled out of me, I was aware once again of Mary Ellen beside me on the bed. She had moved away from me and lay back now to watch her hubby lift off of me and move over between her spread legs. He was going to make do on his promise to fuck both of us and I realized why he had not come in me. I had no regrets. I would have liked to feel him get off in me but I had lived my fantasy and moved to my side to watch Mary Ellen get laid by her hubby.”

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All That Glitters Ch. 02

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A Warship comes a calling…

This chapter sees the story line progress some and Raymond and Liea are temporarily separated. As well, the Terran Union Space Navy comes a calling.

There is little attempt to explain the back story in this chapter so reading the previous chapters is important to understanding what is happening.

As before, I claim sole responsibility for the story line. This story is a fantasy, with no basis in reality. Any similarity that you may perceive to current events, people, or situations real or imaginary is completely unintended. Look no further than the story line for its intent and purpose.

Another big shout out to SaddleRidder for all the help she provided in editing. This story would have been the poorer without her help.

Please rate and comment. But keep your comments respectful. If you rant and rave or are disrespectful in your commentary, it will be deleted.

‘Nuff said…enjoy.

Liramor One Corporate Yacht, Liramor-23, 109 Piscium Star System, 106 Light Years from Terra

Raymond Clark woke between two lovely ladies and took a moment to remember where he was. He was in Annette Liramor’s stateroom aboard the luxury corporate yacht, Liramor One. He was currently laying between Annette Liramor, Director of Operations for Liramor Holdings, and Liea Samson, a miner and his silent mining partner.

Both women were equally beautiful but in different ways. And both were sleeping off a little too much alcohol and sex from the previous evening. He smiled at the memory.

He slipped out from between them to find the head. Unlike the day before, this time the first door he tried was the one he needed. The head was a full bath which even boasted a real bathtub! He did his business and slipped back into the room to wonder what he would do next. Unlike the two ladies, he was wide awake.

He looked around the most impressive stateroom. The room, in fact the entire ship, was designed to show the wealth of the owners. It had gold and platinum trim all over. There was a real crystal chandelier, as well as crystal trim throughout the stateroom.

Pieces of art that he knew where quite valuable hung on the walls. Statues made of various crystals and precious metals sat in conspicuous places around the room.

At the foot of the bed, casually thrown on the floor, were two very expensive evening gowns, from each of his bed partners. One, however, was considerably more expensive than the other. Liea’s gown was borrowed from Fiona Marsh, the Director of Liramor-23 Mining Platform and while an expensive gown, paled in comparison to the gown that Annette had worn.

With the late night and the alcohol, they ladies showed no sign of waking soon, so he wondered if he could find his way to the gym. He pulled on his underwear from the evening before and looked around for a robe.

One of the doors led to, what else, a walk-in closet. This one was rather full of clothing, mostly feminine. He found a couple of men’s jumpsuits with the yacht’s logo on them. One of them was a close enough fit for him.

Slipping from the room, he tried to remember where the gym was. Down one level, he thought. He saw an info station on the wall and tapped it. Finding the gym, he asked the computer to show him the way. Lights flickered moving to his right. He followed them to a ‘ladder’, ship’s term for stairs, and moved down one level following the lights to his destination.

There were a few members of the crew in the well-appointed gym when he entered, but he and they ignored each other. Raymond ran through his routine for weights, running, and calisthenics. It took him little more than an hour to complete.

He returned to the stateroom to find his partners still asleep. He moved into the full bath, stripped and stepped into the shower. The shower was large enough to fit five or six people and had several shower heads that could spray him from different directions. Various soaps and shampoos could be found, and he choose matching scents that appealed to him.

While lathering his hair, he felt hands slide over his body. They took over the job of massaging the shampoo into his hair. A moment later, another set of hands began to soap up his body. He was pulled back from the overhead shower and two sets of delightfully feminine bodies squeezed him between them to help spread the soap over him.

He groaned at the feeling of the two familiar bodies. Now that is a sensation that I could get used to. He thought. Damn! That is getting to be a recurring theme.

Since his hands were free, he moved them around the body in front of him. His touch recognized Annette in his arms, which meant that Liea was behind him. The ladies moved him forward and he found himself under the spray of water again. He was soon able to open his eyes and look into the smiling face of Annette.

He leaned forward and kissed her gently. Annette gave him a look of surprise and glanced down. He suddenly became aware that he was hard and that merter escort it was trapped between her legs. With a giggle, she stepped back and turned him around, quickly moving to cling to his back, while Liea moved into his embrace. He kissed her in turn, his now hard cock trapped between their stomachs.

Liea purred and slid her hand down to grab hold of him. She stroked him gently leaning in for additional kisses. Annette slid her hands around his waist, seeking out what Liea had in her hands. One of Annette’s hands slid down to his balls, while the other helped Liea on his shaft. Raymond moaned into Liea’s mouth.

Liea grinned, turned around and stepped back into him, while Annette pushed his rigid member between her legs. Raymond slid his hands up to cup Liea’s breasts. He gently squeezed and pulled on her breasts and nipples much to their mutual pleasure.

Behind him, Annette began to move her hips, forcing Raymond to move in turn. He was thrusting Between Liea’s legs in time with Annette. Raymond felt the tip of his manhood sliding along Liea’s furrow. The heat of the moment was driving both of them to distraction.

Liea suddenly turned and spun Raymond around to face Annette, who in turn placed her back to Raymond. Liea returned the favour to her friend by lining him up between Annette’s legs. Raymond was soon moaning and groaning again, but this time with a new voice added to his.

“My God, how can you be so hard? How can you do this again so soon after last night?” Annette asked.

“Two beautiful, naked, willing women in my arms and you wonder why I am responding?” He asked, surprised.

Liea giggled behind him. “Just be glad there is someone to share him with. Believe me when I tell you, he is almost too much for one woman.”

“Almost?” Annette questioned with a groan as his cock found and then slipped into her slit. Annette froze in place, savouring the sweet feeling of penetration, then slowly began moving again. Their movements quickly accelerated going from dead stop to full speed in less than four thrusts.

Annette was sore from the evening before, but not so sore that she wanted to stop what was happening. Her body was responding to Raymond’s onslaught. Tingling heat coursed through her sending delightful shivers from her core to the top of her head. He knees were beginning to buckle.

Raymond grabbed her around the waist to hold her up, while Liea grabbed her hips to help her move back and forth. It didn’t take long for Annette to reach her peak. She let out a wail of satisfaction as her orgasm overwhelmed her.

Raymond kept pumping into her until he too found his release. Annette felt him pulsing within her, but there were only a couple of weak pulses. Not surprising after last night.

The three of them held on to each other in post-coital bliss, slowly allowing the water to cleanse them. Eventually, they had to leave the shower. They had, after all, a long day ahead of them…

Infirmary, Liramor-23

Sean Murphy slowly came back to consciousness in the dim lights of the ICU room he was tethered in. He looked around to see an unfamiliar woman in scrubs. Sean noted the exaggerated feathery eyebrows and hair, and oddly coloured café au lait skin that marked her for one of the people of Hollander’s World. A remote world 60 light-years on the other side of Terra from the Liramor-23.

He wanted to speak but his throat was dry. She helped him take some water.

“Good-morning Sean. How are we feeling today?” She asked in an oddly accented voice.

“Well, if you’re feeling good, then I guess WE are both OK,” he returned with a smile.

“I like that you are in good humour,” she said. “I’m Nurse Heyya. I have been assigned to your case for awhile, but I will not be the only nurse attending you.

“We will be removing you from ICU today and you will remain awake now for most of the time. Liramor Holdings has a vessel on station that will be returning to Liramor Prime today. We will be boarding it and going to Liramor Prime and possibly further inwards dependent on what is available for your medical needs.

“HR will see you later this morning to talk about your compensation and medical needs package before we load you on the vessel. But for now, we are moving you to a temporary room.”

Two orderlies came into the room and under Heyya’s direction, picked up everything that would be needed and placed it onto the anti-grav bed. The door was opened, and he was swiftly moved down several corridors to his temporary room where the bed was lowered and fixed to the deck.

Heyya fussed over him for a few moments then left him alone in the room.

The room had a view through a plasteel window. He noted, sadly, that there was no holo-vid monitor. He wondered what he could do to get a hold of one, then realized that he was being moved today.

Heyya returned with a covered cafeteria tray with his breakfast. Eggs, toast, coffee, some porridge, fruit, güngören escort and beans were on the tray.

“I wasn’t sure what you would like.” She told him.

“This is good, I’ll eat it all.” He told her with a grin and proceeded to do just that.

About an hour later, the door chime signaled and Heyya opened it to admit Diane Ancien, head of Liramor-23 HR.

“Good morning Mr. Murphy. I’m truly happy to see you awake.” She said with a smile.

“I’m sorry to say that we do not have a lot of time and many documents to go over and sign. This may be taxing on you and I will try to make it as brief as possible for you while still being thorough. We do not know where you will end up for your medical needs for the next little while.” She called up several documents on her personal comp unit.

“You received grievous wounds in the performance of your duties and Liramor Mining Corporation is going to ensure that you fully recover from this. If, after your recovery, you wish to re-up with us, you will return here and take up on station with your current seniority level as a Level One Miner vice losing that seniority after having returned planet side for any length of time.

“Normally, you will lose seniority if you spend more than three months off station. But that will be waved in your case so long as you return here to Liramor-23. Do you understand?” She asked.

Sean looked over the document and was happy to sign it. His only real issue had been the lack of amenities for sale on the platform and the suits that he was forced to wear, and he had already been made aware of the policy modifications that had resulted from his accident.

“Next. You will be receiving C45,000 in direct compensation for the loss of each limb for a total of C90,000. That does not include incidental medical coverage which will be covered directly by LMC. In addition, your pay will continue at its current rate of seniority so long as you are under medical care or in rehab. We expect that could take upwards of 18 months, which is beyond your current contract. Your pay will continue until the end of your current contract or until you are deemed medically fit whichever is the latter, at which point your contract will end. Your pay will continue to be placed in your bank account under current banking arrangements unless you make changes.

“In accordance with new station policies, you will be compensated for a portion of the cost of your newly purchased modified suit arms. Since you have paid for them yourself, they will be going with you. They will be integrated in an appropriately sized suit for you should you return to station. Otherwise, they are yours to deal with as you see fit.”

Diane showed him the relevant documents and got his electronic signature on them before continuing.

“Lastly, Annette Liramor, Director of Operations for Liramor Holdings, is currently on station on the corporate yacht, Liramor One. We have asked and she has agreed to take you and your assigned nurse Heyya to the medical facilities at Liramor Prime, where it will be determined if you can be regenerated there or if you will have to be moved to a facility elsewhere.

“Whichever choice is made for you; your medical bills will be covered by Liramor Holding. Nurse Heyya will remain with you until you arrive in your final medical destination, if not on Liramor Prime, from where she will return to Liramor Prime. She will be the conduit to Liramor Holdings for the contract at your final medical facility should it not be on Liramor Prime.

“Whatever happens, we want this to go as smoothly as possible for you. Liramor-23 hopes to see you back here in some eighteen months or so. Good luck Mr. Murphy,” Diane finished.

She transferred completed certified electronic copies of all the relevant documents to his comms unit, answered a few more questions then quickly left.

Two hour later, the same two orderlies entered the room and transferred him to the medical bay on Liramor One. The ship’s doctor checked him carefully before assigning quarters for Heyya and giving both of them ships comms badges cued to each other and to him. Not long afterwards, Sean felt the ship beginning to move as Liramor One began its journey to the inner worlds of the Terran Union. At least here he had a holo-vid monitor. Exhausted, he fell asleep in the middle of his favorite crime drama. The holo-vid dutifully shut off, making note of the place in the vid that he fell asleep.

Conference Room One, Liramor-23

Fiona, Annette, Annette’s secretary, Liea and Raymond sat together in the conference room discussing issues with regard to the disposition of funds between Liramor Holdings, and the mining team of Clark and Samson.

“Liramor Mining Corporation has already processed over eight billion credits worth of minerals from your claim and we’ve only been processing it for a little over a week. That is a record,” Annette stated.

“Liramor Holdings will concede bağcılar escort that the rock is worth C500 billion from the survey data already conducted and proved by what has already been mined.”

Fiona took up the conversation. “We will also concede that the rock will be worth considerably more but that will have to be confirmed once we have skimmed off a layer or two. To your benefit, when we salvaged some of the diamonds from the hollow, we were able to look further into the rock from inside the hollow, and it appears to be of the same quality as from the exterior.

“As with all rocks, we will not know the full value until it has been completely processed, but we are looking at easily doubling or more likely tripling the value of this rock from the current estimate in ferrous material alone. If this rock continues with surprises like gold, platinum, cadmium, or diamonds, the value will only increase,” Fiona finished.

Annette took over. “In about two months time, we’ll have a better understanding of the true value of your claim. You will be receiving royalty checks at fifteen percent royalty rate vice the current five percent rate. Royalties are normally issued on a quarterly basis, but with the size of your claim, there could be interim royalties.

“What this means is that you Raymond, will eventually receive forty-five billion credits and you Liea, will receive thirty billion credits based on the current known face value of the rock. Then there is the larger portion of the claim still out there which we will need to figure out how to bring here for processing.

“As an act of good faith, we will be depositing one billion credits into each of your bank accounts at the end of this month, in a little over two weeks time, as an interim royalty. Unless you want your funds to go elsewhere?”

Liea and Raymond looked at each other and at the two Directors and each shook their heads.

“I’m fine with the current bank account but will need to advise my bank of the expected windfall that I’m about to receive,” Liea advised.

“My bank has already seen million credit checks, but they too will have to be advised of the bonanza that I am about to receive. By the end of the year, we will be very rich individuals.” He said with a smile to Liea.

Annette produced some electronic documents that they read over and signed and everyone shook hands.

“Have you decided to hitch a ride with us back to Liramor Prime, Liea?” Annette asked her.

“Yes. I would like to look into getting a private yacht and what might be available. Raymond has said that he will have to liaise between the Piscium and Liramor systems and will be able to give me his advice once I have decided on a vessel.

“We don’t know yet when his first trip will be and won’t know until the TUSN comes into this system. I will likely be there a month before hearing about that so will have time to do some personal shopping,” she finished.

Annette perked up immediately. “Oh! I can help you there!” she said with a smile. “I know all the shops and best places to go on Liramor, and probably on most of the other inner system worlds as well. It will be fun!”

“Would you mind terribly if I kept the dress you loaned me, Fiona?” Liea asked. “I can find something to replace it while I’m on Liramor Prime. I really don’t have anything that nice and won’t have until Annette takes me on that shopping spree after I start receiving royalty checks.” She said.

Once all the documents were signed, Liea returned to the VIP suite to pick up her jump bag. She gave Raymond and hug and told him that she was looking forward to seeing him soon on Liramor Prime.

Raymond, Fiona and some of her senior staff followed them to the hatch of Liramor One to say their goodbyes. They hustled back to the airlock and watched through the window as the vessel prepped for launch. The air was sucked out after which the large bay doors of Maintenance Bay One ponderously opened and the vessel slowly cleared the bay.

An hour later, they watched from Central Ops as Liramor One lined up in the departure grid for inner system travel and the FTL vanes opened. The vessel started to speed up and, with a powerful electro-magnetic burst, jumped into FTL flight and disappeared from view.

Fiona and Raymond went back to their respective tasks, knowing that they had perhaps a week before the TUSN came calling in system.

Liramor Holdings Headquarters, Liramor Prime, Liramor system, Thirty Light Years from Terra

Liramor One had set down on its private landing pad five kilometers from the LH HQ building after an uneventful trip from the Piscium system. A luxury ground vehicle had picked Annette and Liea up as they exited the yacht as aerial vehicles were not permitted within ten kilometers of a space port.

Liea was impressed with the interior of vehicle. She had never been in anything this luxurious. Noting the five-point harness she was buckled into, she wondered if the vehicle doubled as an aerial vehicle. Usually, ground and aerial vehicles were constructed slightly differently, with aerial vehicles not designed for long distance use on the ground. She didn’t doubt that the vehicle could jump into the air, or that anything of this nature was beyond the capability of the Liramor family.

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Hi everyone. This chapter is a little late because my editor (wife) went on strike over the holidays, so any errors are mine. Just so you know Sandy and the girls all had a very very merry Christmas. I hope you enjoy this one chapter, and as always any comments or criticisms are appreciated.

Compliance –

1. the act of conforming, acquiescing, or yielding.

2. a tendency to yield readily to others, especially in a weak and subservient way.

Complying –

1. obeying, obliging, or yielding, especially in a submissive way: a woman with a compliant nature.

Loyalty –

1. the state or quality of being loyal; faithfulness to commitments or obligations.

2. faithful adherence to a sovereign, government, leader, cause, etc.

Anita’s body trembled as another wave of pleasure flowed through her, and thoughts faded into blissful fantasies as her gentle moans rose and fell with the rhythm of her body. Sandy smiled in satisfaction as the whimpering cries went on and on as she held Anita on the verge of a climax while whispering in her mind. Anita was surprisingly malleable in this state, even docile, but Sandy wasn’t sure if her programming attempt would hold. This was much different than with Roy; there she had wielded a hammer forcing strong emotional responses to a simple set of inputs. This was much different, more subtle, but if successful, it would enhance Anita’s response to suggestions and make her more susceptible to control. Still, Sandy was cautious, and the changes made were incremental. She had to strike a delicate balance, obedient and submissive, yet the vital core of Anita’s personality must remain intact, or she would be unable to function in the role they had planned for her.

Rhys might be the ‘One’, but Sandy understood women, their desires, needs, and most of all, the craving for emotional fulfillment. Love certainly, but a woman such as herself and Anita needed more; their drive to achieve needed nurturing and reassurance. Rhys was in a hurry, rightly concerned with the disturbing things they had learned about the Om, but a creature such as Anita needed tender love and care to bring out the best, or at least Sandy’s version of TLC. Rhys wanted her submissive so he wouldn’t have to worry about a challenge, but Anita needed to be more than that. Sandy liked to think of it as willingly compliant, obedient, subservient and submissive, of course, but willingly so. That was the difference between a rock and a diamond, and Sandy wanted Anita to be a diamond, HER diamond.

Seducing Anita this evening had been easy at first; she couldn’t resist the pheromones nor the physical pleasure to which she had become addicted. Though not yet sentient, the symbiont had already infected all of her cells, entwining itself into her DNA and leaving her unable to resist the subtle influences of the chemical cocktail Sandy provided. Anita had fought when Sandy led her into the bedroom and onto the bed she shared with her husband, but even that reluctance had been overcome. It had been a battle; Sandy had to admit. Anita had a surprisingly and frustratingly strong personality. Anita had pleaded with her, “anywhere, just not our bed, please,” but Sandy kissed her passionately, letting the pheromones and Anita’s rising heat break down her resistance. There were protests as her clothes were removed, but each one was smothered by kisses, and they became weaker and weaker. Then when she was naked and Sandy began gently stroking between her legs, Anita knew she had lost. Her breasts tightened even more, if that was possible, and the fingers she felt entering her made the erotic heat spiral out of control, the wet desire doubling, then tripling. “Please, Sandy,” she murmured as her bones turned to liquid, allowing Sandy to press her down on her marriage bed. That part didn’t matter anymore, only the heat between her thighs and the kisses that didn’t stop.

When Anita had been helpless after a series of orgasms, Sandy used the strands of her hair to penetrate her mind and body in the most intimate way possible. And now Sandy sat astride Anita, slowly rubbing her clit against the soft rounded buttocks of the woman lying beneath her. Her hair invaded every orifice of Anita’s body and brain, gently stimulating nerve endings as she whispered commands in Anita’s ear and directly into her mind. Sandy was initially startled when she sent her hair snaking into the mind of the woman below her, seeking out the base emotions but instead encountering the immature symbiont, growing but far from sentient. Sandy had almost withdrawn in shock, but the symbiont responded to her, accepting her presence almost as if it recognized her. That made capturing Anita’s mind simpler and opened many more possibilities.

Sandy’s hair had penetrated Anita’s spine in hundreds of places, each strand touching a nerve end that she could manipulate at will. Several şişli escort thousand strands connected her to Anita’s mind, and now to the symbiont, that was the jackpot, that was where Anita was most vulnerable. Hundreds more strands of hair snaked into Anita’s pussy and clit, searching out nerve endings, letting Sandy discover precisely which ones to stimulate to achieve maximum pleasure. Sandy had not stopped there but had invaded her anus, mouth, throat, and breasts. Anita’s body was no longer her own, thought Sandy with increasing arousal. Controlling her so intimately like this, the mind open and so pliable, touched something in Sandy, a need to control and dominate that excited her.

Sandy brought one hand up to run just under her nipples, her thumb and forefinger gently tweaking a nipple while the other snaked down across her belly and between her thighs. Sandy closed her eyes, her senses entirely on Anita and what she was feeling. She started to rock against Anita’s firm buttocks, back and forth, as thumb and forefinger tugged at her nipple, and she bit her lip against the moan that wanted to escape. Her wetness spread across the flesh beneath as she invaded Anita’s pliable mind, manipulating her subconscious into accepting the changes Sandy wanted while at the same time giving her small jolts of pleasure to reinforce them. Anita was docile now, unable to resist Sandy and ready to be trained and taught. The thought almost drove Sandy over the top, but she pushed down the impending orgasm.

Anita’s cunt was soaking the sheets, and her hips strained again and again as if she was being penetrated by Rhys’ cock. Sandy’s whispering drove her thoughts into a tangled fantasy of being fucked while she licked her mistress’ cunt. She could see it in the theater of her mind, Rhys behind her plunging his cock into her again and again, her face buried in Sandy’s heavenly cunt, her tongue licking, teasing, trying to please. Words whispered in her brain, letting Anita know that pleasing Sandy was the most important thing in the world to her; compliance, loyalty, and obedience were key. “Anita loved Sandy,” the voice told her, making her sex radiate heat, pulsing in anticipation. Anita had never, ever been this wet before in her entire life.

“You will keep seeking the high, the thrill that comes with submitting to Sandy. You will accept more and more subjugation and humiliation just to feel it again. Seeking to please Sandy, your Mistress will become your new normal, something you strive for every day.” Sandy said out loud, enjoying the sound of the word Mistress. Sandy was aware that Rhys never went this far with the others, even Yaneta, but she couldn’t seem to stop, didn’t want to stop.

Anita moaned loudly as the words penetrated her mind, her body alive with ecstasy but unable to reach the top, held at the very peak by the woman sitting astride her. Her mind was focused on the pleasure and the words and thoughts pouring into her mind as if it was an empty bowl being filled by a stream of words and commands.

“There,” Sandy said to herself as she made a few more adjustments to the mind that was bare to her. “That should do it.” Sandy could feel Rhys in her mind; he was in Israel fucking Mika. Mika and then Rhys climaxed, and the sudden energy rush took away her control and swept her up into the maelstrom of mutual orgasmic bliss. Sandy fed the climax into Anita. “Cum now,” Sandy commanded as her eyes rolled back into her head. “Fuck, Yes,” she moaned. “Yes… yesss…” She was melting, her entire body pulsing with the climax —Anita joining her, cumming, cumming, aaahhhh. Sandy’s scream held a note of exaltation as the orgasm tore through both of them, and she felt Anita’s body squirm underneath, her soft cries only adding to Sandy’s excitement.

Her hair slowly withdrew from Anita’s unconscious body, and Sandy rolled off, laying on her side. She would let Anita sleep for a while before waking her to make love again and reinforce the changes she had made. “Willingly compliant,” Sandy thought to herself; God, it had made her so hot.

***

The Om collective mind would be unhappy or dissatisfied if it were capable of anything humans could recognize as emotions. The loss of a nest-mother was an unfortunate setback to the plans, there were only five of them left, and all had been rescued from the large nest that had been crippled by the Drans vessel. Despite the loss, a home nest was firmly established, and four more daughter nests continued to grow.

The Drans warriors had been more effective than the collective mind had anticipated, and that had led to overconfidence. It would not make that mistake again. New strategies were being developed to deal with the increasingly dangerous foe, but it was frustrating to be so limited. Efforts were underway to increase the technology base, but a lack of resources mecidiyeköy escort limited them. Moreover, losing the two small nest ships to the Drans crippled its ability to produce superior weapons. The Om collective was satisfied that it had been able to incorporate the organic life on this planet into the necessary fighting machines, but it was a slow process.

The Om had successfully subordinated part of this primitive food species to fight for it, ensuring their elimination as the primary predator. However, with the loss of a nest-mother it was time for their slaves to play a more active role in the destruction of this troubling civilization and the small group of Drans warriors. Orders had gone out, and preparations were underway.

***

Mika sat in the weekly Ministers’ meeting, listening to the other members of the cabinet drone on about their latest issues and trying to feign interest in what they were saying. One of the problems of being enhanced was that she found ordinary humans dull for the most part; they could not keep up with her swift intellect. However, she understood the problems they were going on about and had already decided what to do about them after she became Prime Minister. Sighing, she let her mind drift to Nelya, where Rhys was today, and smiled inwardly at the thought of how the current group of ministers would react if she imitated Nelya and just ripped the heart out of one of them. Best not to go there, she thought with a sigh. That was the danger of creating a group of enhanced humans; they started thinking of themselves above the rest. It was a dangerous path to take. She thought Rhys’ idea of moving to the outer solar system was a good one.

Instead, she checked her drones scattered about the building and government offices. She knew Michael had men monitoring them as well, but after the revelations from Moscow, everyone was being more careful, paranoid even. Michael would say that paranoia was good; it kept you alive, and Mika agreed. With Thea’s help, they were getting drones in place around the border of China, but of particular concern were the countries in an arc to the west of China, the ‘Stan” countries; Kyrgyzstan, Tajikistan, Kazakhstan, Uzbekistan, Turkmenistan, Afghanistan, and Pakistan. They had already located the Om enclaves in Kazakhstan and Iran but had not seen any activity in the others. Michael closely monitored Egypt, Jorden, Iraq, and Syria, but Iran was more difficult. Of course, the Iranian regime was a concern, and there was a lively debate within MOSSAD about the need for action. Some thought the Om and the religious fanatics were incompatible, but others were sure the lure of weapons and technology would tempt the Supreme Leader. Mika had discussed it at length with Rhys, and they were leaning toward some timely deaths. The tiny drones were in place; they could decapitate the leadership with one command.

Mika warmed at the thought of Rhys and last night. He had brought Nelya, whom she had not met, Leslie and Amancia. Nelya was young and beautiful and as strong a person as she had been told. Looking into her eyes, Mika could see the steel behind her gaze, a ruthlessness but complete loyalty to Rhys. It was easy to imagine this young woman ripping the heart out of an adversary. Mika had seen the images. It had shocked her at first, but she recognized the compelling message it sent, and her admiration for Nelya had only grown. And, smiling to herself, Nelya was wickedly good in bed, Mika thought, feeling the warmth spread through her body. She wished they were still with her, but in the meantime, thinking about pulling out her monoblades and chopping that obnoxious asshole who was talking into little pieces would have to do.

Her thoughts of mayhem were interrupted by a call from Michael. Mika’s tac-grid was fully functional, and she answered the call without even pausing her discussion over the signs of inflation that had the Prime Minister worried. She and Amancia had that under control, and the slight increase was good for the economy, but she could hardly tell him that.

“Hello, Michael,” she said through the tac-grid.

“Hello, Mika; sorry to bother you, but a few issues have come up. The good news is the first fifty men left with Rhys this morning though I’m sure you know that. The pilots will be harder; we don’t have enough that they won’t be missed. Their absence will leak back to my counterparts in the armed forces and then to the Prime Minister. I can probably get you ten, but even that runs a risk,” Michael warned.

Mika thought for a moment. “I will talk to the defense minister after the meeting; he is just now receiving a request from the US to participate in a training exercise for advanced aircraft,” Mika said. “Now, what is the bad news?”

“Have you been tracking drone feeds from Iran? There is increasing nişantaşı escort activity in the Lut Desert area; the impact area is growing slowly, but still, it’s like they are absorbing the desert, if that is possible. There are reports of people disappearing in the area, but even worse, the prison population is shrinking.”

“Do you think they are feeding prisoners to the Om?”

“Yes,” Michael replied, “I do,” he added grimly.

Mika thought about what it would be like to be one of those prisoners, beaten and tortured first by the secret police, then handed over to the Om, placed into one of those cells, and then slowly changed into an alien monster. “Nothing we can do right now,” she said regretfully, “but make sure Rhys and Leslie know about it, and let’s see if we can find who is authorizing this. They need to be on our termination list for sure.” The Om there was a particular concern for Israel; the last thing they needed was the religious fanatics working with aliens, especially if they got their hands on new technology. Moreover, the base was mainly complete in the Negev, and Michael was moving men into it. The defenses were automated for now and would protect the surrounding area from anything launched their way. Still, they couldn’t possibly control every inch of the borders, especially if the centipedes simply came in from underground. “Michael, how long can we keep this base secret? We can’t have word get out?”

Michael hesitated a second before answering. “I don’t know,” he admitted. I am manning it with MOSSAD people right now, but this is a military operation; the sooner we can hand it over to defense, the better.”

“I need two months,” Mika said; the election will be over then, and Rhys will be ready to strike.”

“I’ll do my best, but no promises,” Michael said.

Mika smiled at the Prime Minister and began her own report. The man was decent, but he couldn’t be allowed to stay; her ambitions were clear, and elections would take place next month. Mika intended to be sitting in his chair when it was over, and very few people in the room would be there in her government.

***

Yaneta stood and stretched languorously, her large breasts lifting as her arms stretched over her head. She held that pose for a second, enjoying the feel of her still-changing body. She thought Voluptuous was an excellent description, or deliciously curved and exceptionally flexible and sensuous was another; the President had repeatedly said so last night. Unfortunately, he was still part of her duties, but the Binary wanted her close to him for a while, and she couldn’t tell him no. Women did not refuse the President; unfortunately, he had become besotted with her lately for good reasons. Yaneta ran her hands over her breasts, cupping them and tugging at her nipples. Rhys had given her fantastic breasts, large rounded globes with long nipples that pointed slightly upward, a slim waist (getting slimmer) encased in the corset the Binary commanded her to wear, and long slim legs. The features of her face had softened, the lips becoming puffy, giving her mouth a slight pout with a small cupid bow on the top lip. When men were not looking at her breasts, they would focus on her lips, no doubt imagining how they would like to use them. However, when she was naked, their eyes were drawn to the juncture between her legs by the ring positioned just over her clit with the small glittering jewel dangling from it.

She was irresistible, Yaneta agreed, but her talents were wasted on the President; he was getting older, and his performance in the bedroom had fallen considerably. Stress probably had something to do with it, and without his pills, there would be no fucking for him anymore. Yaneta knew that all the straight men in the Kremlin wanted her now; there would be a line at the door if they weren’t afraid of the President. The Binary told her it was because she now “reeked of sex,” and men and women responded to it. Her body now constantly gave off small amounts of pheromones, affecting all those around her.

However, it was more than that. Rhys thought she was also lightly touching the emotions of those around her as well, “projecting” her arousal. The push was lite, more of a suggestion, and it wasn’t something she had control over; but it seemed she was projecting her own constant simmering arousal. It made sitting in a restaurant trying with the waiters constantly flirting with her, but it also made everyone underestimate her. Take that asshole, Pavel; he wanted her but thought she was just some whore and would never suspect Yaneta was the most dangerous person in a room. Likewise, men tended to dismiss her and talk about things in her presence they usually wouldn’t. Pavel’s days were numbered; he just didn’t know it. The President was using him to reach out to the Chinese and the Om, and when Rhys or the Binary gave the word, he was dead. Yaneta hadn’t decided yet if his death would be fast or slow; it had been one of the things she thought about while fucking the president last night, savoring the thought of Pavel’s death. All the same, she hadn’t let it affect her performance which had been award-winning as per the Binary’s orders.

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Chapter 1

She made a small audible moan, arched her back and put her right hand onto his chest and mouthed the word please. He looked down at her smiled and withdrew himself so she could roll onto her stomach and when she was ready he re-entered her. She moaned and moved her hand towards her clitoris and began to stroke it with her fingers. He felt the walls of her vagina tighten around his cock so he removed himself slightly, gave her a gentle smack on the left buttock so she would release her grip, and then he began to enter her hard and rhythmically. She began to bounce her hips backwards and forwards to impact with his movement. He took his weight on this left arm and moved his right underneath her. He found her clitoris and began to rub it, along with her finger, she moaned louder. He could feel her tensing and knew she would come soon. He waited till she had come and then rode her harder till he came. Spent she relaxed and put her head into the pillow.

He removed himself from her body and immediately went to the bathroom. He looked at his face in the mirror and washed his hands in the hand basin before stepping into the shower. He ran the main jet and placed his hands flat against the wall and allowed the warm water to cascade down his lean and muscular body. He felt the condom drop from his cock. One condom today she had wanted to start with oral sex and he had obliged her with his tongue and hands for 55 minutes.

He reached for the soap and pumped a large amount into his hand and began to clean his body. Working top down and paying particular attention to his cock. He picked up the condom and placed it in the hygienic waste bin, turned off the water and stepped out of the shower. His towels were there ready and he dried his body with the bath sheet and used the smaller towel for his hair. He dropped them on the floor and walked back into the bedroom.

She had put on her robe and was lying back against some pillows smoking a Sobranie Black Russian cocktail cigarette. She smiled as he entered and offered him a drag of her cigarette he declined. This was a man who commanded a look, admiration, from men as well as women, when he entered a room whether, dressed or not. He had elegance and grace that she supposed could only come from his confidence, ego, and perhaps good breeding. Every time she heard that song about Jagger she thought of him. He had a passing body resemblance to the singer but less tattoos. He returned her smile with a wink he knew she had been watching him.

She loved to watch him put his clothes on almost, but not quite, as much as she loved him taking them off. She especially liked to see the rose gold snake tattoo on his left buttock that she would stroke when they were having sex. Except it wasn’t a tattoo more 3D like a brand mark. Like the three chain link mark, same rose gold colour, under his right arm. He put on his white jersey boxers, which clung, well to his muscular bottom and accentuated his package, which she was very friendly with. He quickly put on his trousers and began to put on his slim fitting white shirt. He buttoned it, up to, three from the top and the tucked the tails it into his trousers. He turned around to sit on the chair where his clothes had been placed and put on his socks and shoes. She stood up went towards the window and moved the curtain slightly.

“I am away next week and will not be here Tuesday. I wondered if I could reschedule”

She knew he would only have Thursday, his spare day, free at such short notice. He was removing her from his appointments list on his phone already. He sighed.

“Ok Thursday but it will have to be earlier than normal at 6.30” he answered in that French accent.

“You will leave at 9 that is too early. We will need to meet in my apartment in the city and I hate you leaving before 12. So if we can make it 9 then 3 hours”

“No Camille. I will leave at 9”

She looked out of the window and waved to the driver in the waiting car below.

He put on his jacket, retrieved the watch from his pocket and left the bedroom. Just outside the door he fixed the catch on his Breitling watch and walked along the corridor leading through the open plan living area towards the front entrance. She had an obsession with 18th Century French painters and he paused only briefly by the door to admire the new Louis-Philippe Bretagne she had purchased last week. One look at the 1720 date and he knew it was a fake. He opened the glass front door and stepped out into the drive. The taxi was waiting and he got in.

“It is a little cold tonight Alex? You should have bought your coat”

“How are you Ron? Family Ok?”

“Yes it has been a good week for me. Olivia is having her piano recital Friday. We took your advice and went for the white outfit she looks adorable. You hadn’t forgotten you said you would come.”

“Of course its is built into my day. Bayfield Dramatic Arts and Music Academy 2.45 for 3pm start”

They continued to chat old friends now. Every evening Ron and his black Mercedes would be outside ready to take Alex to and from his appointments and this had been going on now for 2 years. The journeys with Ron were always a highlight for beşiktaş escort Alex. As they drew up outside Alex’s apartment block Ron extended his offer, as he did ever night, for Alex to join him and his family for a meal. Alex as always thanked him and said no. This time Alex changed Camille’s Tuesday appointment telling Ron that it would be Thursday at Camille’s apartment for 6.30 and pick up at 9. He said he would call him with the new details for Tuesday night tomorrow. They parted company both heading to the warmth of home.

Alex took the elevator to the top floor, which housed only one apartment a perk of owning the building. He opened the door, by remote, as it opened the lights came on. He took off his jacket and placed it on the leather sofa in front of him. He walked to the bar and poured himself a drink of vodka and went to the fridge to add the ice and the A positive to create the Bloody Mary. He walked towards the window and watched the hustle of the city, in the distance, as he sipped his supper. Glass empty and no longer hungry he walked to his own bedroom.

It was an elegant and luxurious room. He had huge French baton bed with sumptuous cream Egyptian cotton sheets, 6 plump pillows and a cream silk duvet. A black faux-fur throw completed the look. The walls were lined with cream silk wallpaper and oil paintings hung at various points. He took of his clothes placing the shirt and underwear into the laundry basket and hung his Armani suit trousers in the wardrobe. He placed his watch on the nightstand. He walked to his own bathroom. He wanted to check that the scratch marks on his back from Camille’s ring had begun to heal. They had fully.

He looked in the mirror at himself. The face that looked back at him had been doing so for over 300 years but remained forever 27. The hair was still shiny and the colour of dark bitter chocolate but in the current short spikey style not the long flowing locks he once had. He had a handsome face with slightly turned down brown eyes, eyelashes far too long and curled for a man. He had a proud Roman nose, good high cheekbones, again probably wasted on a man, and plump damask pink lips with a well-defined cupids bow. He had the fashionable designer stubble. A fashion that came and went a least three or four times a century along with goatee. He brushed his teeth still staring at himself in the mirror.

He put on some white jersey shorts and returned to the living area. It was only then that he removed the manila envelope that Camille had placed in the left inside pocket of his jacket while he was showering. He opened it and took out the money. He checked it $7,500 and a $1,000 bonus. He knew he deserved that. 50 minutes of oral sex and he had to wear the condom of her choice not his. He looked at his schedule. Camille had intruded on one of his days off. Thursdays were for him to enjoy not for business. But Camille was a regular and he could fill her regular spot easily from those on his waiting list. He wondered if he could fit two women into Camille’s usual 2 and? hours.

Chapter 2

Prostitution would not seem the natural choice of profession for a vampire. Essentially there were a few rules. He worked alone, his clientele wealthy ladies, never men, who appreciated his discretion, gentleness as well as the pleasure he brought them. Clients passed his details and reported feedback on his professionalism to their circle of friends. He would arrive and depart by car. During the day he arrived and departed by a dark windowed limousine at night by Ron’s Mercedes. Because people would notice he did not age he stayed in a location for a maximum of 5 years and returned a minimum of 30 years later. But in a city like LA you could stay 10 years with the population changes, Botox and plastic surgery people didn’t watch so closely. Of course he would change his name on every move never going back to a previous one. He always returned to the same home in each location he knew to keep hold of real estate and the value of local knowledge.

He maintained his body it was after all the precision tool of his trade. Even vampires could put on weight so a healthy mix of yoga, Tai Chi, quality A positive and Kendo kept him in perfect condition. No weight training muscles were needed but not to the extent you looked like the Incredible Hunk. He knew his clientele liked lean, chiselled, muscular men with the emphasis on lean and he kept pace with fashion. He was always impeccably dressed, designer and tailored never cheap of the peg and the look had to perfectly match his client’s wishes. If she liked him in suits then it would be suits if she liked a more casual look then so be it. She was after all paying him and paying him $5,000 an hour, except Camille who paid $3,000 because she had introduced him to so many ladies.

As a vampire he could have sex pretty much any time he wanted. He had control of his cock and could become aroused just by thinking about it and could last as long or as often as required. He could climax pretty much on demand again just by thinking of it. So his working day could span 24 hours but he did like to sleep for at least 4 hours a day. However he taksim escort choose to work around 10 hours a day. He had few objections; no sadomasochism, no males, no vampires, no strong violence, no underage sex, no animals, toys only if asked first and no voyeurs unless it was a spare during a threesome, outside of that he would consider any reasonable request. He was versed in the Karma Sutra and other literature connected to his work. He worked 4 days a week but could work 7 if he ever wanted but he never wanted to. Thursday he used to train but he would work it sometimes and his clients knew this. He practised safe sex, though he knew of no disease that could kill him but he recognised it was important for his clients and used featherlike condoms to ensure they still felt everything. Aids test were required again for clients who would ask for proof. Easily done the doctor who supplied his A positive also did his HIV test.

He would always ensure he drank 30 minutes before his first appointment of the day. Everyone needed breakfast. He never had food with a client; it was a business deal not a social event so no suspicion aroused in that area but he could eat food. He would always have with him a small bottle of A positive blood because clients always offered him a drink before they began their business, usually to relax them, and they liked him to join them. It also allowed him a top up if the previous appointment had been strenuous. So he drank Bloody Mary and brought his own ‘tomato juice’. No prostitution as a profession suited Alex.

His moment of reflection was interrupted by the sound of the intercom. He walked toward the door, pressed the receive/talk button and answered the call.

“Good morning Edward can I help you?”

“Mr Bovary sorry to disturb you at this hour of the morning. I have a gentleman here he wants to come up to see you. His name is Klaus D Java a rack.”

“Klaus Djavarak”. His sire. He paused for a moment. “Edward please advice Mr Djavarak that I have just returned from a very busy day and that as the hour is late I wish to retire. Tell him I will be very happy to see him tomorrow. That I would love to catch up with him over breakfast so if he returns at 8 am I will be more than happy to see him. Oh and Edward make sure you put the main bolt on the entrance door when he leaves “

“Will do Mr Bovary. Have a great night sir”

Chapter 3

Klaus. He had not heard the name since the 1890’s when he was last in Paris. What did he want? Alex always remembered his turning as if it were yesterday. This unwelcome visit jolted him to remember every details of his life with Klaus.

Alex had met Klaus in August 1705. The Spanish War of Succession was raging in Europe as it had been since 1701, and would until 1714, and Klaus always followed a war. War meant battle and troops and easy access to fresh blood. Fresh blood that didn’t require a kill and which no one every missed. No one queried how soldiers died in battle and he was putting them down out of the misery of an agonising death from a sabre blade or festering musket ball.

Alex was the third son of the Duc d’Bretagne and his wife Cristobel a distant cousin of Louis XIV, then King of France. His older brother Louis would inherit the family title and fortune and was busy playing the role of playboy in Paris or molesting young maids at home or whores and barmaids in taverns. His brother Philippe, the second son, was currently engaged to a cousin of France’s then Queen Maria Theresa and well on his way to securing his fortune. Alexander, at 20, was fated to follow a profession either by joining the church or the army. His recent exploits with the chambermaids, under tutorage of his brothers, and the discovery of his father’s illegitimate son Gregoire, two years younger than Alex, saved him from the church. So it was the army. His father had bought Alex a commission as Captain in a unit under the command of Louis Joseph, Duke of Vendome. Alex had arrived to join his unit in Italy on 12th August, after weeks of travel, and the Battle of Cassano was already being planned for a few days time.

He had met Klaus in a tavern on his first night in camp. Klaus claimed to be a young, handsome Hungarian nobleman fleeing from Hapsburg Prussia where his family had been wrongly accused of crimes against the state. He had made himself a regular part of Vendome’s brother Philippe’s party over the last 6 months and had travelled with them as they moved from battle to battle or meal to meal in his case.

He immediately took an interest in Alex particularly his body. They spoke about Paris and drank lots of wine. Every night Klaus would find some reason to be in the company of Philippe’s new young officer and to touch him. Alex was flattered by the interest but also worried about its nature. It was not natural for a man to observe, or touch another man in such detail.

The battle, designed to subdue Victor Amadeus and his new Austrian allies, took place on the 16th August and Alex found himself not at the side of The Duke of Vendome but with his brother Philippe at the Adda River. The battle was hard and Philippe allowed himself to be surprised etiler escort by Prince Eugene of Savoy. The line was fiercely attacked. Many soldiers died and Alex though he fought hard and well found his abdomen impaled and twisted by the sword of an Austrian officer. The battle continued around him, it seemed in slow motion, and men fell near and on him. After the battle the local people came to claim whatever they could from the dead and dying.

Alex was nearing death. He had lain in his own blood for hours when he saw the peasant approach. Alex knew as he was not yet dead, the peasant would probably slit his throat and run off with his sword, gold family seal ring, gold, jacket and boots. He had long since lost any sensation of pain, and cold, so knew his ordeal was about to end naturally so the peasant may forgo the throat cutting. As the peasant approached Alex noticed that he was turning the heads of the fallen, looking at faces as if looking for someone. He would occasionally bend his head down towards the soldier obviously to slit their throats. He did not seem to rummage through pockets and took no valuables. Perhaps he was a priest saying the last rites. He came towards Alex and when he saw the peasants face Alex realised it was a face he knew but could not remember where from. The figure spoke to him and picked him up and began to run towards a coach that Alex saw clearly in the distance. Once inside Alex felt warm liquid being poured into his mouth and then he lost consciousness.

Alex saw a montage of flashes of light, blurred faces, felt liquid poured in his mouth and this seemed to be coming more often. Eventually he opened his eyes and they stayed open. He was vaguely aware of his surroundings this was not the inside of a coach or the battlefield and it certainly wasn’t heaven or was it. There were fine tapestries on the wall and he was lying on a large four-poster bed covered with furs and other bedding. He tried to get up but there was pain in his abdomen and head. A hand reached for him and the figure spoke.

“You must lay still the stitches may burst. Here have some more broth it will help and I will call my master” Alex made out the face of a man holding a vessel of liquid which he lifted to Alex’s mouth and motioned that he should drink. He then left the room.

The next time Alex was awake things were different he felt less tired and on movement found he could sit up with ease. He was bandaged around the abdomen but there was no real pain. Sitting in a chair facing the window was …Klaus.

“Oh you are finally awake. Welcome to my home.”

“Klaus… it was you. You found me on the battlefield?”

“Yes. I was looking for you when they returned Major Montray said he had seen you fall. I went to find you. I knew I could help you. We will talk later for the moment I must leave you. My servants will attend to you”

With that he turned and left the room. As he left Alex was sure he bolted the door from outside.

Alex gingerly got up from his bed and managed to move around the room using furniture to aid him. He was weak, his legs didn’t seem to want to do as he asked and there was some pain from his abdomen. He eventually reached the door and it was indeed locked. He banged on the door and shouted for assistance but no one came. He turned toward the window and a shutter covered it now he was sure it had been open. He went to the window and the shutters were locked. He returned to the bed and eventually fell a sleep. He dreamed people entered the room, poured a strange tasting liquid of varying consistency in his mouth and left.

There was light then darkness and again when he fully awoke Klaus was again in the room. This time Alex noticed his bandaged had been removed, there seemed no sign of a wound or a scar. It was odd he knew he had been severely wounded

“You are awake good a month is long enough to recover from such a wound. No more sleeping you need to move around”

“I don’t understand? How can this be my wound healed? I thank you sir, I don’t know how you have done this but I am sure my family will provide you with many tributes of their appreciation”

“No your family think you dead. I made sure a body, similar to yours was provided and buried as you at Cassano. It was easy you had only been in camp for a few days your face was not known.”

“I don’t understand”

“Oh it is simple you belong to me now. I come from a very long line of natural vampires. You are now my property to do with as I wish. I see that you look scared and you think you misunderstood what I said. I will explain. I am a natural vampire I was born a vampire. My family many centuries no a lie a millennium ago discovered that if they took human females, impregnated them and then feed them on their blood the offspring were born vampires. They discovered their children grew and aged as normal and that if they were then ‘turned’ by their father the ravages of aging stopped. I choose to stay at 25 years of age. I walk in daylight though it strains my eyes a little these days as it would you, I fear no crosses, garlic, the Holy Bible is just a book and Holy water does nothing, it tastes odd, and I can see my face in a looking glass. I drink blood, when required, but can manage a little food to pass as human, love alcohol, which has no effect and drugs that do. Stakes do not kill me, fire doesn’t hurt me, it annoys me, but if I lose my head I confess I die. That should answer many of your questions. You.”

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The Beach

As we pull into a parking space at the city’s parking lot, we can already see lots of beachgoers, many of whom are guys, and most of them have hardons because of all the bikini clad women around them.

Thinking back to my research on the pre-Comet era, I almost feel like a pre-Comet guy. Coming here to scope out as much of the exposed flesh of the opposition as possible.

Stephanie grabs me by the arm and almost hisses “Look at all those gorgeous cocks!” Then after a pause, she says, “I’m getting’ horny just looking at ’em!”

I can’t help but snort an almost laugh through my nose, at that.

“Well, it has been a week,” Stephanie says in reply to my snicker. “And then that pre-show by the pool, followed by teasing Chet… You know you’re horny too, slut*!”

*It should be noted that in this era, the use of the term “slut” or any derivatives of it are meant the same way that the term “stud” used to be used for men that could score the babes. It’s no longer the derogatory term that it used to be. It’s a term of sexual prowess and success. Being a slut is actually considered a GOOD thing, just as being a stud was considered so. The term is actually gender neutral. Men are also sluts… if they can score the women.

I laugh out loud and when I can finally get my laughter under control, I snicker a quick, “Jeeze, it’s like you’ve never even seen one before!”

Getting out of the car, I look at her and say “come on my slutty friend… let’s go get some dick!” and having said that I turn toward the walkway over to the beach, with Stephanie trotting just a bit to catch up with me.

Once she’s caught up to me, she matches my pace and we confidently stride to the beach… fully aware of each and every dick that we pass, and just how hard and beautiful most of them are.

Even the smaller ones are beautiful in their own way… because well… they are dicks and dicks are awesome! I may not want to fuck the small ones but they are still nice to play with. Smaller dicks don’t make your jaw ache as much during a blowjob, for example, and they are still full of that useful man-cream.

As we’re walking over the sand bridge, Stephanie and I spot a group of well toned and tanned guys playing volleyball. They must have just recently started because there’s not a crowd of women gawking at all the flopping and waving dicks as they jump and dive around for that ball… yet.

As dick watching, and maybe getting, was our primary reason for coming to the beach in the first place, that’s where we silently agree to head.

Once we are at the make-shift “court”, the first thing that I notice is that there are no “pastel only” cock-rings. It’s a mix of about 6 straight guys and 4 bisexual guys. After I’ve checked out the rings and the cocks in them for a bit, I look at Stephanie, who was also doing a little checking them out of herown, and say “Which side should we take?” I nod to the side to our right which has 2 straight guys and 3 bisexual guys, and say “the dicks on that side look awesome, but every girl here is going to want to snag them.”

Then I nod to the side on our left, which has 4 straight guys and 1 bisexual guy, and say “but the guys over there don’t seem to be too bad either, and, being that they appear to be a little less well hung, there will probably be less competition for us to convince them to let us have a ride.”

“Hmmm good point,” Stephanie agrees. “Let’s go with these guys,” indicating the team on our left, “maybe even start a conversation just before their next serve?”

Having agreed on a side, we take up a position near the “out of bounds” line at the “serving” corner of the makeshift court and lower ourselves down to the sand to watch the game… and the dicks.

After a few dozen volleys, and numerous scores back and forth, we realize that the guys aren’t even keeping score. That’s okay, we don’t really care. Some sports are just played to get the guys noticed by women. And as women we don’t mind because it does give us a chance to notice the guys.

Once we realize this is just guys out to meet women, Stephanie gives me a nudge. “Go ahead, ask one of them!”

“Okay, okay.” I tell her, and then await my chance. I don’t want to make them miss a point… even if they aren’t keeping score. That would be rude.

But, once it’s their serve, as the guy who is going to serve heads to the corner, I give him a wave and say “Nice cock, wanna put it to some use after the game?”

“Sure” he says with a smile that tells me I just made his day.

“Okay, but you have to get him,” and I point to one of his teammates, “to join us so my friend,” nodding at Stephanie, “gets some action too.”

He looks where I’m pointing and says, “I think I can arrange that.” then he raises his voice a bit and says “Hey, Ray, you got plans for after the game?”

“Nah, Johnny, I’m free… why?” the guy that’s apparently named Ray says.

“Wanna get some action? These çapa escort beauties are offering.” the guy apparently named Johnny says, indicating Stephanie and me, with a wave of his hand.

Stephanie waves at Ray, and Ray says, “I’m definitely up for that!” and almost as if his dick wants to give an assurance as well, it stiffens up a bit too.

“Before you serve, can I give you a kiss for luck?” I ask Johnny.

“Sure” he says as he walks over.

Once he’s near me, I rise up to my knees, but that’s as far as I go, because, to his surprise, and the surprise of everyone watching, I lean forward and kiss the tip of his dick (but just a kiss, because sucking it in public would get me arrested!), getting a twitch from it. Then I look up and say “good luck!”, which draws a few whistles and catcalls about his luck from his team, the opposing team, and several of the spectators.

The ice, now broken, several women start making advances on the guys, and the game basically falls apart, as it was only a pretense to get girls anyway. More women advancing than guys available in fact. So the guys have to choose.

Fortunately, as it turns out, for Stephanie and myself, we picked well… and first. So the other ladies around the make-shift “court” didn’t even ask Johnny or Ray, out of respect for me opening up the real “game”, maybe? But the rest, they all start treating them as if the rest are fair game. And the ladies all start trying to up the ante on requests for the guys’ affections.

Johnny and Ray trot over to us after the game was “called” due to lack of interest in volleyball at that point, and as they both reach out a hand to help us up, Johnny says, “So, ladies, what did you have in mind?”

Stephanie and I both accept the hands that were offered and when we are standing, I reach out and softly grab Johnny’s dick then I look at Stephanie and say “Ohhh, I dunno I’m sure something will come up. Wha’da’ya think Steph?” as Johnny’s dick grows a little more and gets hard as a rock.

When Stephanie sees what I did, she reaches out and softly grabs Ray’s dick and agrees with me, saying, “Yeah, Mandy, I’m sure something will come up that we can do” all the while Ray’s dick is having the same reaction that Johnny’s had.

After glancing at Ray’s dick, while feeling Johnny’s, I say “Boys, do you have an idea of what we could do?”

“Well…” Ray says. “If you gals ain’t just teasin’ us…”

At the exact time as Johnny says, “My place, we can go to my place!”

Which stops Ray’s comment cold in it’s tracks, once he realizes they are both basically suggesting the same thing, then Ray continues with “Yeah, Johnny’s place is closer. It’s just a cup-lah blocks from here.

“Well,” I say, looking at Johnny, “I would say lead the way, but I don’t wanna let go of this beauty.” Then I give his dick a couple of quick pulses with my hand… squeeze, release, squeeze, release, squeeze, release. Which urges him to point.

As he’s pointing, he says “That way, up to the light and then turn left, away from the beach.”

Now that we have a direction, we all head toward Johnny’s house, both of us girls leading our chosen boys by the heads that we all know are really in control.

It doesn’t take long and we’re at Johnny’s place. Ray was right. It was just a few blocks away. If it weren’t for a couple of buildings in the way he’d even have “beach view”. It’s a building seven or eight floors tall, but I’m not counting, I’m thinking about the dick I’ll be filled with soon.

Johnny says “I’m on the 4th floor” as we step into the elevator. Then once we are situated, he presses the “4” button and away we go.

As we’re riding, I glance at the elevator’s button panel. 7 is the highest number. I was right. When we step out of the elevator, Johnny says “third door there” and points down the hallway at the appropriate door, so I lead him to it, with Stephanie following, also leading Ray.

As we walk, Johnny reaches into the expandable pouch on his satchel and comes up with his keys. By the time we reach the door, he’s found the right one and he slips it in the lock, opening the door.

As it’s his home, I let go of him, so he can invite me in, properly. As it’s not Ray’s place, Stephanie keep hold of her charge.

Johnny steps in and says, “Come on in,” with a ‘follow me’ kind of wave. Then as soon as the door has closed, he looks at me and says, “Can I help you off with that?” looking at my boobs, and obviously meaning my top.

“No, thanks.” I tell him as I reach up with one hand and undo the bow behind my neck, then I let the triangles fall away from my breasts as I reach back and undo that bow behind my back. Once that’s done, I tell him, “But you can help me out of this,” while pointing, with both hands, at my bottoms.

As he jumps at the chance to expose my pussy, I glance over at Stephanie who is already naked, having apparently told Ray to get her topkapı escort bottoms off first, then while he was working on them, she undid her top.

Kneeling in front of me as he takes down my bottoms, he stares at my womanhood and says “you have a beautiful pussy. I knew you would.” which makes me giggle a little bit, because I don’t think it’s all that beautiful. Unlike Stephanie, who’s inner labia only expose themselves when she’s horny and spread open, my inner lips are too big to stay tucked inside… even when I’m not turned on.

Then as he stands up, he smacks his forehead as if he’s just realized something and says, “Shit! I just realized, I’ve only got the one bed!”

“That’s okay,” I say to everyone. “We’ll make due.” And then with a wink at Stephanie, I tell both him and Ray, “Okay boys here’s what’s fair. Since there’s only one bed, no one gets the bed.”

The guys look at each other and shrug, while Ray says, “Okay…”

I look at Johnny and tell him, “Get me a couple of big towels, and a couple of pillows.”

It only takes Johnny a few moments, and he’s back with beach towels and two pillows. “Thanks,” I say as I take them from him. Then I turn and lay the towels out on the floor in his living room, side by side, but separated by a couple of feet. As I’m laying out our ‘beds’, I look at Johnny and ask, “So… got any good porn with group action for the player?”

When Johnny doesn’t answer, I look at him and see a look of… almost looks like… embarrassment? “Dude, You’re a guy… don’t tell me you don’t have any porn vids.”

“Yeah… but there all lesbian stuff,” he says, “I see cocks all the time, don’t need them in my porn.”

“Okay, that makes sense,” I reply.

Then I look at Stephanie and when I shrug she nods and says “Go ahead and play one anyway. More sex in the house is more sex in the house… right? Besides, a woman getting off, no matter how she does it, is a beautiful thing… right?”

“Okay,” he says, a little taken aback that we’d be okay with lesbian porn.

“Just don’t expect us to act out any lesbo fantasies you may have had” I tell him, then look at Ray and say “Got it?”

And Stephanie says “Yeah, we’re both straight.”

Having finished laying out the make-shift ‘beds’ I point to one and say “Stephanie, that’s for you and Ray, Johnny and I’ll take this one when he gets the vid going.” Then I toss Stephanie a condom out of my purse and say “Remember, we don’t need to get knocked up, and us on the implant plus them in a rubber is safer than just us on the implant.”

“Ohhh I love this brand. It’s what I use too.” Stephanie says when she sees the packet. “I like that you can still eat the cum out of it.”

This particular brand of condom uses a food-grade lubricant that’s safe to consume. That’s why I use it.

“Ready?” Stephanie asks Ray as she manhandles him down onto his back, with his head on the pillow, and his dick pointing at the ceiling. Once he’s positioned, puts the condom on his dick, then she takes her place over him, hovering her pussy over his cock and says “I love ‘cowgirl’ the best.”

With that said, she grabs his dick, aligns it with the opening in her pussy, and in one swift motion, once she’s lined up, she simply falls down onto Ray’s crotch. Impaling herself on his tool in one thrust. Causing her to moan at the sensations his cock stretching her creates.

About this time, Johnny has the lesbo vid going and there’s a lesbian orgy on the screen, full of moans and groans and pussies and fake dicks.

When he turns away from the vid player he can see that I’m laying on my back with the pillow under my ass and my legs tucked under my arms, like some kind of gymnast (I’ve always been pretty flexible), which puts my pussy prominently on display and in a very fuckable position.

As he begins to approach my pussy directly, I give him the “come here” finger with one hand and he sees that I have an open and ready to unroll condom in the other so he comes closer to my head instead and kneels where I can reach his cock. Once his willy is wrapped, he stands back up and positions himself between my feet, facing me.

As he gets ready to mount me, I say “Steph likes cowgirl because it lets her be in control. I like this position because it lets the man pound me right into the fucking bed… umm… well floor in our case” I finish with a wink.

“So, it’s a ‘pounding’ you want?” he asks rhetorically. Then after the briefest of pauses, he says, “Well then, it’s a ‘pounding’ you are going to get!” and he lines up and slams his dick into me, like he really is trying to pound me into the floor… and through it!

“Ohhh goooodddddd! I love a good pounding!” I get out as he’s ramming his cock into me for all he’s worth.

In both our cases, the fuckers are fucking the fuckees with wild abandon, and between that and the sounds of women orgasming on the vid player, it doesn’t take fındıkzade escort long before the guys get to the point of no return. And we gals get to that point about the same time.

My orgasm is the first to go off, and it turns me into a bucking carnival ride for Johnny, but also it triggers Johnny to fire his burst of his man-seed into his condom. At which point he falls forward over me but stops himself with his arms so he’s just kind of hovering over me.

At about the same time, Ray starts erupting into his rubber inside Stephanie which triggers her orgasm and she collapses out of exhaustion, on top of him. Not fully unconscious… just worn out and needing a rest for a minute.

Both guys remain in our pussies though obviously I can only feel Johnny, but he’s softening up a bit. I guess the same is happening to Ray, now… but Johnny’s softening up immediately stops when Stephanie says, “You two guys ready to switch?”

I don’t know what happens with Ray, but Johnny immediately starts to firm up again upon hearing that.

Slowly, Johnny backs out of me as Stephanie gets up off of Ray, then I unhook my legs from behind my shoulders and do that finger thing, the “come here” wiggle, once again. Once his dick is close enough, I carefully remove the rubber and then, making sure none spills out, I push him onto his back.

Once he’s down, I look over at Ray and Stephanie, and see that she had the same idea that I did.

Looking back at Johnny, and the sheen of his cum that’s still on his dick, I lick my lips and go down on him, cleaning every last vestige of man-juice off of his cock. Then when I’m done, I upend the condom over my mouth and let it drain in. When it’s empty, I lick my lips and swallow everything.

As I look over at Stephanie, she’s squeezing the cum out of the condom like a melted popsicle or something and I laugh at her. “What?” she asks with a smile after she swallows the whole contents.

“Nothing” I tell her, shaking my head and quietly laughing.

As we swap boys, Stephanie hands me a rubber from her stash, and sure enough, same brand as I use.

I don’t pay too much attention to what Stephanie and Ray are doing except to notice that she’s positioning him like she positioned Ray. Probably going to ride him too.

As Ray is still lying down, his mostly erect dick looks pretty clean, and ready to go, so I slip the rubber on it, then suck it a few times, and then tell him, “Time to get up, stud, I like it when the man does the pounding.”

“Yes ma’am!” Ray says, as he immediately jumps up so I can situate myself. Once I’ve got my pussy up in the air and ready for him, he says “Ready?” to which I reply “I was born ready, now fuck me!”

With my apparent approval, he lines up his cock with my pussy and then thrusts into me, jack-hammering me into the floor, just the way I like it. As my head is moving around while I’m enjoying my pounding, I see Stephanie riding Johnny just like she rode Ray.

‘Looks like I’m the only one not working hard for my orgasms’, I think to myself with a silent chuckle…

It takes a while longer for the guys to cum this time, being their second orgasm with us. Ray actually brings me off twice before he cums, and if her moaning and heavy breathing were any indication, Johnny got at least three out of Stephanie before he blew his load.

When we’ve both recovered a bit, Stephanie and I disentangle ourselves from the worn out boys, remove their rubbers, and partake of the proceeds again. Then being the nice girls that we are, we also clean up their dicks for them again.

After I finish licking Ray’s dick as clean as I can, I run to the bathroom and get four small towels that I dampened with hot water, two of which I toss at Stephanie. When I get to Ray, I give him one, then I lay down beside him with my pussy near his face, and ask him “Be a dear, and clean me up?”. As I start wiping my saliva and any of his cum that I might have missed from his dick, he begins to wipe me down.

When Stephanie and Johnny see what we are doing, they finally figure out what to do with the warm towels, and get to cleaning each other up too.

Once everyone is cleaned up, Stephanie and I put our bikinis back on and I say “That was great. I think I’ll have to remember this address… if you’d be interested in doing this again, of course.”

“You know it!” Johnny says.

“Ready?” Stephanie asks me.

“Yeah, lets head back to the car.” I tell her as I head for the door.

As we are leaving Stephanie says over her shoulder “Thanks guys, that was pretty good dick.”

Once we are away from the building, Stephanie looks at me and asks “Were you serious about remembering this place?”

“Oh, hell no!” I tell her emphatically. “I was just stroking their egos a bit. They were nice guys and had nice dicks, and knew how to use them. I figured what they hell.”

“Okay.” she says. “I was beginning to wonder if you’d given up your slut card, and were settling down, or something.”

“Never,” I reply. “I’ll be a slut ’till the day I die! I don’t even want a closed marriage. When I get a boyfriend or husband, he’s going to know I’m gonna fuck others right from the get-go. There’s just too much good dick out there.”

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Adventure of Rekka Ch. 02

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Glad the first chapter appears to be fairly well received. I have to confess this is my first attempt at writing a story. Hopefully I can continue to please. Truthfully, I’m more interested in the romance and world building but I know what site I’m on so now we’ll see Rekka get what she wants. Enjoy, if you will, and please feel more than free to send any criticisms you might have. Thanks!

*****

They strolled, hand in paw as it were, through the moonlit forest. Bill tried to extract useful information about this new land from Rekka while she cunningly tried to get her paws under his clothes.

“So, hellhound. How’s that work? You aren’t going to drag me to Hell and eat my soul, are you? I’m generally against that sort of thing. Allergic to brimstone you know,” he said.

Rekka laughed and cuddled in close to his side. “Nope! Mama said we ain’t done that in a long time. Hellhounds are the best! We’re strong, fierce, an’ we can’t be tamed! We ain’t werewolves, so don’t expect me to fetch and obey,” she replied while prodding at his shirt buttons, frustrated that they didn’t seem to be paw or claw accessible.

Bill stopped that by grabbing her paw, examining the claws and pads where her palm and fingertips would be on a human. He was amazed she could get so much useful motion out of them, but could see they weren’t as dexterous as his fingers. Ridiculously soft and pleasant to touch. Still, they were much more useful than his hands for cutting and fighting he supposed. He guessed hellhounds weren’t big on tool use. He let the paw free and continued his interrogation.

“Werewolves exist here, huh? What’s next vampires, orcs, faeries, and dragons? Oh shit, are zombies real?” he asked scanning around anxiously. The zombie apocalypse seemed a lot less appealing without a handy fortified Mall and easy access to firearms.

Rekka nodded amiably, hopping over a raised tree root while leading them confidently through the forest. “Mmhmm,” she replied. “you sure don’t know a lot, do ya? Where’d you grow up? Sounds dull,” she asked pausing to allow him to amble his way over the roots.

“You know, it really was,” he replied thoughtfully. “I’m from another world, if I wasn’t clear before. Just me and a few billion other humans for company. This place seems a lot more interesting, even if it was just you around.” He paused looking down at her, giving her paw a slight squeeze.

Rekka yipped cutely at that, melting into his side for a moment before grinning and tugging more forcefully at his hand. “C’mon, we’re almost there! I’ll show you interestin’! You’ll never be bored again once I get those pants off, sugar!” she cried lustily.

Bill chuckled a little nervously at that. “Your cave, huh? Sounds… cozy. You mentioned your mother and father. You live with them? They going to want to meet me, and me being a human isn’t going to cause any problems will it?” he queried, having been wondering about that for a while now. He sure hoped he wasn’t expected to be ravished under the watchful eyes of a couple of over protective hellhound parents.

Rekka seemed to ignore him, her tail going still and her ears falling low against her head. Finally, she replied, “Mmm. Nope, jus’ me now.” Bill watched her carefully, knowing there was more to her story but he didn’t want to pry so soon. Whatever would make a cheerful creature like Rekka downcast was certainly not a happy tale. Rekka sniffed and shook her head, then glanced back at him with a small smile, her tail swishing lightly again. “Yep! Just you, me, an’ nothing to do but mate, lover!” she said pulling him into a clearing.

Bill smiled back at her before taking in their new surroundings. He had noticed the rockier ground they traveled had been climbing steadily uphill and expected they were now within the foothills of some forested mountains. He was unsurprised to see a rocky shelf with hanging vines concealing a dark opening into the earth. Obviously Rekka’s cave. He hoped it was nicer inside than its austere exterior. Somewhere he heard the sound of burbling water, probably a nearby stream or creek.

“So, home sweet hole, huh. You know I can’t see in the dark, right? Also, bats creep me right out. They kill the mood faster than owls,” he drawled. From somewhere behind them an owl hooted in complaint. He scowled over his shoulder. “Is that thing following us?” he snarled.

Rekka laughed and pushed him towards the looming cave. “Don’t worry, I ate all the bats when I moved in. We can light a fire and get down to makin’ puppies! Now hurry it up, I’ve waited long enough!” she cried as she herded Bill through the vines into the cave proper.

After a short blind shuffle through a tunnel it seemed to open up in front of him, and Bill stepped to the side to allow Rekka inside. He heard her making noises somewhere just ahead of him, and then sparks flew catching quickly into flames within a small circle of stones and firewood. Rekka blew until the flames filled aksaray escort the circle, illuminating the room with dancing firelight.

Bill was relieved to see there were no moldering skeletons lying about, clutching cracked cellphones with horrified expressions on their skulls. One fear alleviated he looked about the spartan room, not seeing any bats or spiders scurrying for cover. It was relatively clean and dry, with the ceiling just high enough for him to not have to stoop. He noticed the smoke from the fire seem to escape through an unseen natural chimney. There was a complete lack of furniture or signs this was a place anyone lived aside from the firepit and a pile of furs near the back wall. He approached the furs and nudged them thoughtfully with his boot, seeing they were layered deeply for comfort and seemed clean enough.

When Bill turned back to check on Rekka he found her standing behind him, the fire lighting her features clearly as she stood with her paws on hips, breathing deeply with a look of pure lust on her grinning face. He suddenly realized he had trapped himself quite neatly with a fairly unknown and highly sexual creature.

Now that he could see her clearly, Rekka was easily the hottest woman he’d ever laid eyes on. Her every curve seemed to demand to be caressed and fondled. Her face was breathtakingly beautiful, large uniquely expressive eyes, small sharp nose and wide mouth with full kissable lips.

None of the, admittedly few, women he’d been with could compare, nor the endless parade of porn stars he’d abused himself to while scouring the internet. Her furry extremities, wolf ears and tail only seemed to enhance her appeal. Bill wondered if this made him some sort of deviant, and decided that was true before he’d even met her.

“So… how did you want to do this? Start slowly, get to know each other a little better first?” he tried and failed to keep the nervousness from his voice.

“Clothes off!” she barked. Her eyes burst with flame and she seemed to be… smelling him.

“Fair enough,” Bill agreed politely.

He bent to unlace his boots and began jumping around to take them off, not willing to sit down and set off her pouncing instincts. That done, he unhooked his belt, noticing she paid careful attention to how it was done. Pulling his pants off, he tossed them onto his boots and unbuttoned his shirt removing It and adding to the growing pile, careful to lay his cell out of the way.

Standing now only in his boxers and socks he looked at Rekka questioningly. She approached swinging her hips seductively, tail swishing languidly through the air. Panting, her eyes locked onto his crotch with laser like focus. She placed a paw on his chest and hooked one leg behind his, finally raising her face to look into his eyes.

Smiling evilly, she pushed him back, tripping him neatly onto his back into the pile of furs. Bill grunted and levered himself onto his elbows to watch her next moves.

Rekka reached with both paws to pull off her chest wrap, breasts bouncing free, dropping not an inch as gravity completely failed to take hold. God, Bill thought, they’re glorious. Easily the finest pair of breasts he’d ever laid eyes on. They were rounded and perky, their size obscene on her small delicate frame. He was surprised to find her nipples and areola were a light pink color, standing out like beacons from the ebony globes. Rekka was obviously encouraged by his rapt approval of her assets, growling deep in her throat as she shimmied out of her little leather bikini shorts.

Bill’s attention was now completely on her exposed mound, admittedly curious what surprises a hellhound might have in store for him. He was intensely relieved to see a normal if exquisite vagina. There was a tuft of fur just above her puffy lips, which were otherwise bare of fur or hair. Her inner folds were the same pink shade as her nipples. Her arousal was evident, lips slick with her juices and jutting clitoris aching to be stroked. Rekka did just that, shuddering and growling, her eyes closing a moment as she breathed in Bill’s scent.

His own arousal was now obvious to anyone watching, the tent in his boxers raised in total approval of the sights before him. Rekka’s eyes snapped open and latched onto his tented boxers, the flames around her eyes flaring brighter than ever and a snarl of savage need bubbling out of her throat. With one last shuddering breath, she pounced.

Bill grunted as she landed on top of him, arms and legs to his sides, face directly above his, crouching over him as though he were a captured animal she was preparing to devour. He pushed his sudden trepidation aside and threw caution to the wind, grasping her by the hips. Bringing his face forward to hers he engaged in the most passionate kiss he was capable of. Rekka growled her approval, almost fighting him with her small delicate tongue as she tried her damnedest to force it down his fatih escort throat. She was burning hot, almost uncomfortably so, her writhing tongue slipping about his as her soft plump lips pressed to his own.

She tasted sweeter than wine and smelled of some unfamiliar spice his nose couldn’t place but ultimately enjoyed. His mind couldn’t focus on anything but her dancing tongue when suddenly she broke away and sat down upon his stomach.

“You made me wait,” she hissed between clenched teeth, grinding her burning pussy into his stomach, her breasts shaking enticingly with her movements. “Now it’s time to pay up,” she said, sliding herself further down his body. Bill considered trying to take the lead at her words, but decided to see where she was going with this. As long as she didn’t try anything with those wicked claws he was quite happy to let her have her little revenge. The brief moment of contact between her dripping lips and his boxer clad member caused them both to gasp as he arched reflexively into her.

Now kneeling between his legs Rekka licked her lips, dug her claw tipped paws under the waistband and ripped the boxers to shreds, tossing the pathetic fragments of fabric carelessly behind her. Bill took a moment to lament the loss of the only pair of comfort fit tagless cotton boxers in existence, but was far too aroused to worry about that now.

His member finally freed, it rose defiantly into the air, bobbling lightly to his heartbeat. Rekka stared covetously at his cock, a line of drool slipping unheeded from her open panting mouth. She lowered her face to his member and breathed in taking his scent with obvious enjoyment then breathing out unnaturally heated moist air upon his dick causing Bill to shudder and groan. Placing one paw to his root, she took a long slow lick up his length as he gasped and shuddered.

Rekka licked her lips sinfully and said, “Oh, lover… You taste GOOD.”

With that, she dove down taking him fully into her furnace like mouth. Bill bucked and groaned, clutching the furs under his hands while staring fixedly at the pornographic sight before him. Rekka’s technique was brutal, throwing her head up and down his length, twisting and sucking with a wanton disregard for decorum. Her ears twitched playfully at his moans as she savaged him with pleasure. Bill had never felt anything like this, his previous partners mere amateurs of the oral arts she appeared to have mastered. Her paws danced over his thighs and stomach as she delicately scratched, teasing his skin artfully as she continued to bring him to new heights of pleasure.

Bill was barely capable of coherent thought. “Shit… s’good!” he gasped, nearly ripping the furs clutched in his white knuckled grip. Rekka simply winked, the fire in one eye flashing out for an instant, then pressed harder, popping his cock completely into her throat.

Bill’s eyes shot wide as the rippling pressure engulfed him. Her intense heat was nearly unbearable as she swallowed continuously to heighten his pleasure. He grunted and moaned as Rekka shifted into high gear, hot drool flooding out of her mouth as she whipped her head up and down, twisting side to side. The obscene gulping noises of her frenzied assault were the only counterpoint to the moans filling the cave.

Bill felt his climax approaching, unstoppable and imminent, he managed to gasp, “Fuck..! Coming!” trying to warn Rekka of the imminent eruption. She rumbled out a pleased growl, and continued her passionate abuse. Bill groaned and came, lifting himself nearly into a seated position as he clutched at her hair. Rekka’s eye’s burned brighter, nearly overpowering the light from the fire as she rode his bucking hips, growling in contentment. She gulped down the pulses of his emission, seeming to share in his pleasure herself as if she delighted in the energy his seed transferred. She remained still, linked to him by her mouth as he finally finished and fell back, drained.

With a lewd slurp she released him, licking and kissing up and down his cock to clean any remnants of his seed. Sitting up again she grinned down at his still shuddering form, licking her lips and massaging his thighs as he basked in the afterglow. The flames of her eyes now damping back to their usual fervor.

“Fuck, that was a good meal! I can taste how much you want me. Now, you’re all mine,” she hissed lasciviously. She began to stroke his still sensitive member, causing him to gasp and shudder. The soft pads of her paw and the silken fur were sweet torture.

“Now, I know you’re all worn out, but I’m afraid we’ve only just begun! I’m going to ride you until you beg me to stop! But I won’t,” she crooned lovingly with an evil glint in her eyes. She started to raise herself forward, positioning her dripping lips over his twitching member when Bill made his move.

He wasn’t as tired as he felt he should be, which was becoming a familiar feeling the more eyüp escort time he spent in this crazy world. She’d wrung him out and he damn well felt his brain should be pooling out of his ears from the pleasure she had brought him. She likely expected him to be putty in her hands at this point. Instead, he felt near rejuvenated, ready for more. He surely wasn’t going to let her get away without giving her a little of her own back. His pride wouldn’t allow it.

Bill surged forward and cupped her round ass, taking a moment to squeeze the soft globes and feel the surprised muscle under her plush cheeks. He slung her forward as she yelped in surprise, leaving her kneeling over his face, staring down at him in shock as he taunted her with a grin of his own.

“What?! How? Why’d you… ,” she stammered before he made his intention clear.

“Oh, oh..!” Rekka moaned as he began to lick. He slid his tongue up and down her slit, swirling around her clit while reveling in her taste. Fuck, Bill thought, I’ve got a new favorite flavor and it’s Rekka. She was tart, spicy and the heat radiated out of her like an oven. Rekka began to hump into his face as she gripped his head with her paws, whimpering and yipping enthusiastically. She quickly drenched him with her hot wetness, her scent invading his senses. He loved every second of it.

“Oh! So fuckin’ good! Never… Never felt this good!” she moaned though he could barely hear her with her thighs clamped solidly to the sides of his head. Bill tugged an arm free and brought his fingers into the action, slid two into the vicelike grip of her velvety pussy. He began to make slow come-hither motions and Rekka responded with increased moans and shaking above him in appreciation. More of her juices flooded her, which he greedily licked clean.

“F-Fuck! Every day! Every fuckin’ day you’re gonna fuckin’ do this for me! Never stop! Fuck, fuck fuck!” she repeated like mantra, digging her claws into his scalp and grinding her clit into his tongue. Bill kneaded her ass cheek and continued to assault her pussy with his dancing tongue and fingers.

Capturing her clit between his lips he began to trace the alphabet on it, teaching her a new language in pleasure. Between her moans and grinding he felt a thumping on his stomach. Not stopping his assault with his tongue and fingers, he removed his left hand from her ass and caught her whipping tail, giving it an experimental tug. Rekka gasped and jerked, squeaking and shaking above him. Emboldened, Bill grasped the tail firmly, pulling with a hard, steady pressure.

“Oh, FUCK ME!” she screamed, “I’m comin’!”

Rekka seemed to seize for a moment, then grunted and howled above him, trying to grind his skull through the floor. He was again greeted to a lightshow as the strange fires in her eyes burst forth like flamethrowers, putting the fire’s light to shame. She quaked and cursed, and he was fairly certain she’d pulled out some of his hair with her clasping paws. A flood filled his mouth as he continued to lick and tease her, letting her ride out her orgasm to completion. Finally, she gasped and slumped forward panting. He slowed his movements and released her with one last languid lick. Smacking his lips proudly.

Bill was mightily pleased with himself, and was about to suggest they take a break and maybe cuddle.

Rekka had other ideas, and sat up with a huge grin on her face.

“That,” she said, “was amazin’! Never thought of makin’ you do that! Now enough fuckin’ around, let’s do this!”

Rekka bounced back, leaving Bill gaping in amazement as he watched her swivel her hips and grasp his cock in one paw. Without further ado she dropped herself fully onto his member. Bill’s breath left him in one choking gasp as its velvety heat crushed him in its vicelike grip.

If he thought her mouth was hot, he was now sure he’d find his dick parboiled if he somehow made it out of this alive. He was willing to find out, though, because the heat and pressure were deliriously fine. Rekka wasted no time and began thrusting herself up and down relentlessly, cruelly driving into his hips, a hard slap punctuating every repeated impact.

Bill snapped himself out of his stunned immobility and began to thrust back at Rekka, who beamed a grin down at him while quickening her already murderous pace. He gritted his teeth, and grunted in pleasure while refusing to back down from meeting her thrusts. Rekka arched her back appreciatively and moaned to the ceiling, her bouncing breasts jutting invitingly. Bill immediately grabbed for them as though she’d thrown him a lifeline, kneading and palming in delight. They felt better than they looked, full and giving, springing back to their shape no matter how he manhandled them. Her hard nipples burned into his palms while he attempted to burn their shape into his mind.

He knew he wouldn’t have lasted a minute before she’d so expertly drained him earlier. Even now he wasn’t sure how he was managing to hold on. Her exquisite folds clung to his cock as she thrust up and down his length ceaselessly while writhing and moaning above him. She was so fucking tight, he could barely comprehend the pleasure she was forcing on him. No woman compared. He knew he was ruined for anyone else.

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“Do you know your responsibilities?”

“Yes I know.”

“Remember being a queen is not easy, we’re not from the royal family. And you’re elected, they will always try to bring you down.”

“I know.”

“It hasn’t happened in the last 100 years. We have broken stereotypes. You are from among the common people. Never forget it.”

“I won’t mom. I won’t. Because I know I’ve broken not only the stereotypes but also the rules to be the queen.”

“What are you..”

“Mom I know dad loved me a month before. While I was sleeping.”

“It was for your good onl…”

“Please Mom. Do you know what will happen to me if they ever find out? I’ll be out of this land.”

“I know you would never forgive me. But…”

“But I know it doesn’t matter to you. You can be satisfied by Vilas’s cock. Because the law supports that. The law only doesn’t support us daughters getting a nice treatment between our legs.”

“I know. That’s what I wanted you to change. That’s why I took this step. I’ve seen the fire in your voice and eyes. And I know only you can save the lives of common women who die donating their juices to men.”

That conversation with her mom had changed Priya. She had become sex crazed, power hungry. And why shouldn’t she be?

She has transformed from the ugliest to the most beautiful woman on their land. Her eyes can make any man come. levent escort Her voice would make them tremble to make her their’s. Her figure, her assets she flaunted them proudly.

There were two ways one could be a queen in their land.

1. Naturally be the most beautiful lady. Men will see you naked, analyse you, vote for you. This generally only happens with the royals. Everyone senses conspiracy, but no one dares to speak.

2. Donate as much juice to the army. Their juice is magical, it saves lives. It measures their ability to get turned on. Her mother asked her father to fuck her every night so she she could collect enough juice to make her the queen.

She was the queen by following the 2nd principle.

It was festival time today. She was in power. She could do anything she wishes for.

As per religion she has to stand on a stage, where one by one all the men will come to lick or suck her cunt briefly. It is believed to make them healthy.

She had spread her legs.

Her huge wide ass fully displayed to people at the back.

Her bosom which had two large boobs were swaying.

She seemed nothing like a eighteen year old.

50 thousand people old and young were lusting for her body. To suck her atleast once.

They will be her slave anyway. But who knows if she’ll ask them to suck escort bayan her cunt again or not?

Everyone was sucking her cunt like mad men.

Everyone said it tasted like heaven.

She was there physically, but absent mentally.

Would anyone ever treat her like her father used to?

In the shower, on the bed, his finger inside her vagina, his touch. Ahh. What would she not do to get those kisses again from her daddy? After all she was a little girl to her daddy and daddy really taught her many things.

On the other side her father was lost too. She couldn’t think of his lovely daughter getting claimed by an unknown cocks.

She got out of the trance when someone groped her ass.

He wanted to claim her all over. He bit her and yes it did hurt.

She instantly sat on the imprudent man’s face grinding her pink soft and fluffy vagina over his face. She did it in anger, but seemed like he was more than happy.

The ceremony was over. Some where she felt good too for having almost 50 thousand men trying to have her.

“Your highness.”

A voice broke her chain of thoughts.

“Hmm.” She said composing herself.

“I’m your secretary. I will always follow you. Any doubts you can ask me. Since you are not from the royal lineage you might need my help.”

He was a main in his late 20’s. He was handsome and sensible ikitelli escort too. No one had asked her anything except him.

“Hmm. What’s your name?”

“Rajeev.”

“Rajeev. I like your name. Will call you when needed.”

“As you wish your highness.”

He blushed and left the room.

She felt an urge to shower and wash her sins. That may help… She thought.

She entered into the bathroom. It was as big as their house when she wasn’t a queen. It had a beautiful red tub with golden patterns all over it.

She sat inside the tub. Poured milk over her bosom.

She called her maid to wash her body. They did. But she still wasn’t pleased.

She asked them to call Rajeev.

Rajeev was summoned. He was glad to help.

“Wash me. Wash my body and all my sins”

“Your highness I don’t un…”

He stammered. After all he was looking at the most beautiful pair of breasts who were calling him to grab them, bite them.

He imagined what the pussy would be, if such delightful is the bosom.

“Don’t be shy. Come here.”

She insisted.

“Inside the tub.”

“But..”

“No questions please. I’m your queen.”

He did as ordered.

“Open this piece of clothing please. Its really hot.” She hinted at the petticoat.

“As you wish your highness.”

He did, his hands trembling.

“Call me Priya please. I don’t want all that authority.”

She smirked.

“Pr.. Priya.”

“Yeah” She purred.

He liked how her name sounded in his voice. She was only making it irresistible.

“Fuck” He screamed insiduosly but admonished himself for keeping such feelings.

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Someone wanted to know what happened to Mizti. Okay, this happened. If you take the time to read this, please vote and you know how I love comments!–VM

“That the one? The little redhead showin’ attitude?”

Lee-Ann nodded to the bartender. “That’s her, Shelly, the target for tonight. So next time she comes over for a drink, you make sure a squirt from this little bottle goes in, okay?”

The mohawked and pierced woman behind the bar looked dubious. “I’m tempted to say ‘no’ and give you back the money but maybe you have a good reason for this?”

“It’s an intervention. If we don’t, she’ll turn into her mother, overweight, dried out, overbearing and bitchy. You want to be responsible for that?”

“Uh—no. Little bottle in the drink. You got it.”

Earlier that evening Mitzi Forsyth had looked herself up and down in the mirror. She pulled the scoop neck of her sweater down a little more and the waistband of her miniskirt up. With her hair in a page boy bob and knee boots, she was set for Friday night.Damn, girl, you arehot! She was thoroughly proud of herself and, she mused, deservedly so. Most of her old high school gang had all turned mythic—compelling satyrs and placidly compliant nymphs—but not her. Any guy who got into her pants did so because she stalked him, not the other way around. It had not been easy, especially at first, but once she developed the habit of fleeing at the first scent cinnamon, nutmeg and apple floating through the air and staying away from men with full beards and profuse arm hair, young Ms Forsyth had gotten through the summer and into college still ‘normal’ and still fully in control.

The attitude mystified her friends and they wondered where she got it. Mitzi couldn’t care less. She had been the wild child of a rather staid family and now that she was away at college, (to her father’s relief and her mother’s annoyance), she intended to do just what she wanted. And what she wanted was to play the field and join the hook-up crowd.

She stepped out into the hall where a small group of coeds was clustered. One of them turned to her. “Hi, Mitzi. We’re having a hard time deciding where to go. Right now it’s a tie between the ones who want to head to the Shimmering Mink and the ones who just want a bar crawl.”

“What’s the Shimmering Mink?”

“It’s a gay and lesbian bar. The drinks are good, the band is good and you can dance all night without worrying about some Neanderthal hitting on you.”

Mitzi curled her lip. “Maria, guys don’t hit on me. I hit on them! Any sexual predation in my neighborhood starts with me. But this place does sound interesting. At least I think I can count on there not being any satyrs in the area.”

The girls looked at one and other. “You know,” Maria spoke up, “I don’t think that has ever come up. Just how has theTrematoda affected the GLBT community?”

“So long as they don’t try to affect me, I really don’t care. I like being ‘normal’ and I like being in charge!”

Giggling and chattering, the group headed down the hall, down the stairs and into town. At least, most of them did. Tanya Lopez had been leaning on the doorpost of her room taking it all in. As the gaggle vanished down the corridor she pulled out her cell phone and dialed.

“Hey, Tanya.”

“Hey, yourself, Lee-Ann. She took the bait.”

“Cool. I’ll tell the gang. Meet us upstairs at the Mink. I’ll get with the barkeep and let her know to be expecting them. She’s already got the hypnotic under the bar. Once Mitzi downs it and gets all suggestible, Maria will take her up to the ‘banquet’ room and the party can begin.”

“Chicka-boom, Chicka-boom, don’t ya jes’ love it . . .”

“You got it Tanya. See you there.”

*****

The Shimmering Mink turned out to be an Art Deco building in the old part of town. After falling into disrepair in the mid-twentieth century, it had been lovingly refurbished and was now the social center of the Granite Falls GLBT community. Tonight it was full and rocking.

Mitzi was impressed. “Maria, this is soooo cool! And that band, what do they call themselves?”

“Butter Side Down. Don’t ask me why, it’s just a name. Usually they’re a swing band but tonight it’s Oldies Friday so expect Classic Rock.”

The women sidled their way over to the bar, picked up some drinks and then worked their way out onto the dance floor.

*****

Back at the Corbett household Amelia gazed thoughtfully at her daughter’s text message. She was somewhat conflicted. While she had grave doubts as to the ethics of forcing Mitzi’s metamorphosis into nymph-hood, she knew the Forsyths well enough to understand her daughter’s action. Ethel Forsyth was just the kind of strident, bossy woman Philip Wylie had so scathingly depicted inA Generation of Vipers seventy years before. The thought that cute little Mitzi might be headed down the same path was not to be borne. As for her kağıthane escort poor husband, Eugene, the man had been so beaten down over the years that “Yes, dear” was almost all that was left of his vocabulary these days.I wonder what the chances of catching him alone are, she mused. Surely they must still have sex at least once in a while. If I managed to surreptitiously implant the flukes in him and he passed them onto her before either of them was aware of it, the neighborhood might have a happier couple—and a more fun one, too. A slow, calculating smile spread across Amelia’s features.

*****

Back at the Shimmering Mink Mitzi was sitting at the bar for the fourth time, looking over the drinks list. “What’s a Screaming Orgasm—the drink, I mean?”

Shelly looked at her sideways from behind the bar. “It’s a layered cocktail with four or five ingredients. Pretty potent.”

“Really. How potent?”

“An ounce and half of high octane liqueurs and cream. I have a special version of my own I could make you if you want.”

“Very special?”

“Oh, yes. But you have to ask for it.”

“Okay, then. Shelly, I would like one of your special Screaming Orgasm’s please.”

“Just as you say.”And with that, all my moral qualms are soothed. She did ask for it, after all, and didn’t even ask what made it special.

The pale green hypnotic floated between the Bailey’s Irish Cream and the Amaretto. It leant an exotic look to the drink, and the slightest scent of cinnamon and nutmeg. Mitzi took a sip. She had heard that layered drinks were supposed to be drunk one level at a time through the straw. She figured she’d just taste each one in turn but the green level was—different! It made her feel kind of—cozy was the best word she could come up with. Carefully aiming the base of the straw at the green level, she sucked it all out.

On the next stool over Maria almost had to put her hand over her mouth to keep from laughing. This was going better than any of them had hoped. Lee-Ann had said that the hypnotic worked fairly fast when consumed with a cocktail and amazingly fast if you took it straight. Mitzi had inadvertently taken it with hardly any mixing at all. All Maria had to do was wait about a minute. So she did.

“Lot of hot-looking guys here, tonight, huh Mitzi?”

Mitzi looked around. She had not thought of them that way but her friend had a point. All the gay and bi-guys did look hot. Even the ones she would normally avoid, the obvious satyrs.

“Yeah, you’re right. ‘Sa shame they’re aren’t interested in women.”

“We could find some. In fact, I know just where some hot guys who’d be hot for you are, right now. You come with me.”

That seemed like a really good idea to Mitzi so she let Maria take her by the wrist and lead her to a screened stairway to the upper floor. Behind them the band struck up Daddy DewDrop’s “Boom Chicka Boom.”

At the top of the stairs, Lee-Ann met them and kissed each of them on the cheek.

“Here, Mitzi, you need to wear these.” She wrapped a sturdy, padded leather cuff around each of the girl’s wrists.

“I do?”

“You do.”

The two nymphs pulled Mitzi into the room and locked the door behind her. Mitzi looked around in surprise. All her friends from high school were here. And then her eyes widened. All the men had hair to their second knuckles and heavy beards. The women were all suspiciously voluptuous. Her friends were all mythics.

“What . . .?”

“It’s a party, Mitzi,” May Ogilvie leered at her, “a metamorphosis party. Your metamorphosis, in fact.”

“But—but I don’t want to be a nymph!”

“Mitzi,” Lee-Ann crooned to her, “we girls were all a posse through high school and we want to stay a posse. We want you to be a nymph with us and the guys just want you. Come over here.”

They pulled her to a tall hassock with locking clips in each corner. Pulling her arms down the others snapped her cuffs to them. Now she was helpless and bent over. LaMont McCray undid her skirt and pulled it and her panties off while Garry Abbot attached two more cuffs just above her boot tops. Josh DaVito leaned down, took Mitzi’s face in his hands blew long and softly in her face. Pheromones! She knew what he’d done. It was common knowledge these days that if a satyr breathed a strong dose of them into a normal woman’s lungs, she was his. Mitzi, resisting as she could, felt the heat grow in her loins. Josh smiled and pulled her sweater and bra over her head.

“Climb up on the hassock, Mitzi, do it.”

Resistance was futile. Her legs obeyed as her brain shouted, “NO!” and she heard the clips lock to her leg cuffs. A couple of tugs on the straps and her knees were wide spread.

“What—what are you doing?”

“Hear the music, Mitzi?”

“Boom, Chicka Boom, don’t ya jes’ love it,

Boom, Chicka Boom, don’t you jes’ love it . . .?”

“You’re bayan escort istanbul the Boom Chick, tonight, Mitzi, the one all the guys have before they start on the rest of us. Three guys at four ejaculations each is twelve loads of cum than need places to go. Chicks have plenty of places and all of yours are going to get used, mouth, pussy and ass, Mitzi. You’re going to be so full ofTrematoda flukes you’ll probably change in record time.”

There was a tongue running up and down her pussy spreading the heat from her belly down her legs and making it grow. Josh pulled his face to Mitzi’s and thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. He licked the inside of her cheeks and sucked on her tongue and lips, all the while breathing that fatal combination of cinnamon, nutmeg and apple deep into her nose.

Mitzi felt her nipples swell and peak, her breasts tingled and grew warm, her face flushed. The tongue circled her anus sending orgasmic spasms wracking through her body, making her cry out and whimper.

“Please—no?” begged the last bit of resistance.

“Too late, Mitzi, the flukes can spread orally. You’re already planted. But now—you get fucked!”

Mesmerized, Mitzi watched the other women undress the men and strip down themselves. They plastered their naked bodies against the men’s backs, reaching around to stroke mammoth hard-ons. She’d watched enough porno flicks starring nymphs and satyrs to know how the men were hung. But seeing them on video and coming face-to-face with them, expecting to experience them was a whole different thing. She blanched and her eyes widened.

“Too big,” she whispered.

“Oh no, baby, not at all too big,” Maria ran her hand lasciviously down Lamont’s solid cock. “Once this bad boy is inside you, you’ll realize that no matter how much sex you’ve had so far, you didn’t know what it’s like to get laid until you’d been had by a satyr. Deep throating a monster like this takes practice and care so tonight just suck the helmet. Your pussy and ass, however, will fit just fine!”

“Not my ass, it will hurt!”

“We all think that, sweetie, Tanya murmured, “but we’ll help. And in a month, you’ll have grown lube glands back there just as good as your pussy’s. Then when a guy decides on a little impromptu sodomy, you’re good and ready. Now, suck. And remember to swallow.”

The huge member loomed before her. Shackled down as she was, Mitzi could only retreat so far and strangely, she felt no compulsion to do so. Yes, it was huge but mostly it was impressive. The purple helmet gleamed in the light of the candles around the room. And wonder of wonders, it smelled good. In fact, it smelled delicious. Mitzi swallowed and opened her mouth as wide as she could and felt it slide in. She sucked on it and stroked the frenum with her tongue. Lamont moaned appreciatively.

“Oh, yeah, baby. You know what I like. Bob that head, girl, yeah, just like that. You gonna make me cum!”

Tanya stroked her hand up and down the shaft, faster and faster. Lamont wrapped his hands around Mitzi’s head and clutched her hair, groaning incoherently. It was obvious he was holding back and not shoving his manhood down her throat but little quivers of truncated thrusts made it obvious he wanted to. The others in the group clapped in time to Tanya’s strokes singing along as the song played over and over.

“Boom Chick-a-Boom, don’t ya jes’ love it . . .?”

Finally, with a roar the man fired a load into her mouth and quite a load it was. Mitzi started to gag but remembered what Tanya ordered and swallowed, then swallowed again and again until Lamont stepped back and started to stroke her hair.

“Damn, Mitzi, that’s some class A head, you give. If I didn’t have other demands on my time,” he leered at Tanya, “I might come back for more.”

A warm hand stroked her butt. “You’re guaranteed to be one of us, now, girl. Don’t bother buying new bras when they get tight in about two weeks. You’ll just have to replace them again. Besides, we’re gonna love watching you bounce. Now, Mitzi baby, you made Lamont feel really good so I’m gonna do the same for you.” Josh was fairly purring as he spoke. “Our little boom chick is gonna get boomed like she’s never been before an’ I know she’s gonna jes’ love it. See how wet and puffy she is. This is gonna be sweet!”

The hands moved to her hair, clutching and pulling her head up, arching her back. There was a warm, blunt mass at her labia and a thrust.

“Ooh!”

Never in her active sex life had Mitzi ever been penetrated by so large a phallus. It filled her and stretched her and when Josh started to thrust, it hit her in all the right places. For a long while she knelt, eyes closed, pushing back against the trip-hammer slapping against her ass and driving into her snatch. It. Felt. So. Good. She opened her eyes and saw Tanya lying on her back with her knees pulled cihangir escort high and a manic smile on her face as dark Lamont used her ferociously. She looked over at Gary and Lee-Ann. They watched Josh plunder her with conspiratorial smiles and when they noticed that she was looking their way, Lee-Ann produced a tube of slippery lubricant. She popped the cap and squirted a big glob into her hand and spread it all over Gary’s cock.

“You feel stretched now? You just wait, Mitzi girl. I’ll fix it so you don’t hurt any, but Gary’s gonnaplow that sweet ass of yours. Then he’s gonna do mine and then May’s and then Maria’s. So don’t feel abused, honey, ’cause buggery is a game the whole crew likes to play.”

Josh started to speed up.He’s gonna cum. He’s gonna cum in me bareback. I sure hope my Pill is working. It’s bad enough I’m going to be forced into being a nymph. I sure don’t want to be pregnant. He’s gonna make me cum! “Aa-AAh-Ah!”

Mitzi’s head dropped to her forearms and she lay there exhausted. But her head came up sharply when a finger started stroking her anus. Round and round it went and she could feel the gel being rubbed in and then pushed in side. One finger, two fingers, rubbing and spreading—stretching her muscles. Three fingers pushed in.

“Uh?”

“Okay, baby, this is how we do it the easy way.”

Something firm and rounded pushed against her brown eye and started to vibrate. As it buzzed her butt Mitzi felt her sphincters flutter and give way letting the vibrator slide inside.

“And now it gets better,” Lee-Ann announced. She started squeezing a bulb and the intruding silicone inflated, still vibrating, widening her nether passage. It felt good, in a strange, perverted sort of way but Lee-Ann pulled it out.

“Okay, honey, fuck that ass!” And Gary was behind her, pushing against her and inside her.

“Hey!”

“Hey, yourself, tight butt. Oh, this is choice,” Gary responded, “Lee-Ann, you have rival, whether she wants to be or not. I’m definitely going to get into the new girl a bunch of times coming up,”

So. Full! Mitzi felt like there was a ball-bat up her butt but as Gary drove in and out of her she began to have warm feelings about ball bats. Being stretched, plundered and abused was fun. Shewanted him getting into her a bunch of times coming up.

“My place—or—yours?” She panted.

“Hey, I’ll share my guy but I want him back when he’s done with you, understand?” Lee-Ann grinned. Mitzi was a nymph already. The physical changes would take another month but the attitude had already come around. She watched the sweat drip down Gary’s face as he drove to climax and shot a load into Mitzi. Her own anus needed no lubrication so when Gary turned to her with fire still in his eyes, she just threw him a lazy smile and leaned over to put her palms on the floorOne numbah one ass-fuckin’ coming up.

While three of the women entertained the men, Maria undid Mitzi’s cuffs and let her up.

“Ya’ done good, Mitzi, for a first time Boom Chick. We take turns gettin’ done like this every week or so and it is a ball. But you need to find another satyr for the group, baby. With four women we can pin one in the center and the other three get each guy once more. But with five we really need another stud. No hurry, though. Hey!”

Josh lifted Maria off her feet, and carried her over to a couch. He bent her over the arm and started jamming her from behind. Mitzi looked around. Tanya handed her a box of Kleenex.

“Clean up, honey, you’ve done your share for the evening. The rest of us will wear the guys out so you can watch, curl up in a chair and snooze or go back downstairs.”

“I—I think I’ll go get another drink.”

She pulled her sweater and skirt back on but left her underwear on the hassock. Once she had another drink she’d come back for them. Wandering just a little wobbly she went downstairs and sat at the bar. When she caught Shelly’s eye she uttered a single word.

“Beer.”

Shelly slid the mug toward her. “You all right?”

Mitzi took a pull on her brew. “Yanno, I shouldn’t be, but actually I am. In fact, I’m better than all right. I usually go out on Friday looking to get laid. Of course, I don’t go out looking to get gang-banged by a bunch of my friends but since I did, I’m good.” She took another drink. “I didn’t want to be a nymph. Ever since I learned what it meant I swore I’d stay ‘normal’ my whole life. That’s gone, now. In a way, it’s a relief. Like the other shoe has dropped? I can relax and stop always being aware of smells and the way guys look. Tell me, what’s it like for you guys? Do Lesbians gang up on each other?”

Shelly wiped down the bar top. “Not that I’ve ever heard. But this whole mythic thing—the gays love it. It turns them all into bears and there’s nothing a gay guy likes better than a big healthy, hairy bear. But as far as the lesbians? I don’t really know. I’m not sure there are any lesbian nymphs. I mean, how would ‘placidly compliant’ work out for those of us who don’t like sex with males?”

“Darned if I know. I’m not even sure how it works out with women like me who would rather be hunters than hunted. I guess I’ll be finding out in a month or so.”

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