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The screams had stopped, but the stench of fear and sulfur still hung thick in the air, coating my tongue with a bitter, acrid taste. I stood over the writhing body of Father Dominic, sweat beading on my brow, my breath ragged. The room spun slightly, fatigue setting in after the intense exorcism. His eyes rolled back as the last wisps of black smoke dissipated from his flesh, leaving angry red welts in their wake. The exorcism was complete, the battle won, but my work was far from over. The war within me raged on.

“Another day, another demon. If only they’d start a loyalty program – exorcise five, get the sixth one free.” I thought to myself as I got to my feet. I wasn’t sure if my reputation was growing or something else more sinister was at play, but this was my second exorcism of the week. Usually I would go months between cases. Still time to start that loyalty program.

‘Is it over?’ A tremulous voice came from the corner. The priest’s sister – young, beautiful, terrified. I turned to face her, and immediately felt the stirring inside me. A familiar heat bloomed in my chest, spreading through my limbs like liquid fire.

“Look at her”, the incubus whispered, its voice a seductive caress in my mind, sending shivers down my spine. “So vulnerable, so grateful. Surely she’d do anything to repay the man who saved her brother.”

I gritted my teeth, jaw clenching painfully as I fought back against the demon’s urgings. My skin crawled, as if thousands of insects were skittering just beneath the surface. “It’s done,” I managed to say, my voice rough, throat raw from the incantations.

The sister approached, relief and something else, something more… primal, evident in her eyes. The scent of her perfume cut through the lingering odor of brimstone, threatening to overwhelm my senses. “How can I ever thank you?”

“Yes”, the incubus purred, its excitement pulsing through me like a second heartbeat. “How indeed? The envelope in her hand is nothing compared to what else she could offer. The night of delicious fun we could have together.”

“Your payment,” I said, extending my hand, ignoring the flash of disappointment in her eyes and the answering surge of the demon’s desire. “As agreed.”

“Fool”, the demon hissed, its frustration manifesting as a dull ache behind my eyes. “Why deny us both? She wants it as much as we do.”

Swallowing hard, I pocketed the envelope. The itch beneath my skin grew stronger, a craving that wouldn’t be satisfied by mere cash. I needed to get out of here, find some other way to appease the insatiable creature within me.

“If that’s all,” I said, already turning towards the door. I stopped for a moment, perhaps a mistake. I could feel the darkness inside me grow. It was hungry, and if I didn’t get out of there soon… “Your brother will need a couple days to rest. He may not ever fully recover, but in time he should be… close to normal.”

I locked eyes with her again, she really was beautiful. “She would be delicious.” Her eyes were soft, her lips full. “They would feel magnificent. i bet she taste sweet.” I gritted my teeth, fighting to maintain control. “I should go,” I managed, my voice rough.

My hand clenched involuntarily at my side. Every fiber of my being screamed to get out, to put distance between us before I lost control. And yet…

“Wait,” she said softly, her hand brushing my arm. The touch sent electricity through me, awakening sensations I fought to suppress.

“Yes”, the incubus purred. “This is what you need. What we both need.”

“I can’t,” I said, as much to myself as to her. With a Herculean effort, I stepped back, breaking contact. “Take care of your brother. He’ll need you.”

The night air was cold and immediately made the sweat on my forehead crystalize. Winters in southern Ohio tend to have that effect. I tried to slow my breathing as I made my way back to my beat up Honda and counted the cash. $3,700, should be enough to keep me in business for another few months.

I slammed the car door shut, slamming my fist into the steering wheel. I needed to find someone to satisfy my craving, someone less… pure than her. I could still smell her perfume, a phantom scent that clung to my clothes and taunted my senses.

“You’re only delaying the inevitable”, the incubus whispered. “Why fight what we both know you need?”

“Shut up,” I growled, jamming the key into the ignition. The old Honda sputtered to life, the engine’s rumble a poor distraction from the demon’s insistent voice.

As I pulled away from the curb, my eyes darted to the rearview mirror. For a moment, I thought I saw her silhouette in the doorway, watching me leave. My foot hesitated on the gas pedal.

“Go back”, the incubus urged. “She’s waiting for us.”

With a muttered curse, I pressed down hard on the accelerator. The tires squealed in protest as I sped away, leaving behind the temptation and the job’s grim reminder. I thought about heading to a corner downtown, the workers there were at least no stranger to… rougher escort bayan beşiktaş challenges. “Don’t be childish, she was a consenting adult. She would have loved every second of it. Besides, we need something with less milage on it.”

I shook my head, doing my best to ignore the darkness growing within me. The streets of southern Ohio blurred past, neon signs and streetlights smearing into a hazy glow. Every billboard seemed to be sexual in nature, as if it were taunting me. My skin felt too tight, my body a cage barely containing the roiling energy within. I needed… something. Anything to dull this ache, to silence the incubus’s demands.

“You know what you need”, it purred. “What we both need.”

I ignored him, or tried to anyway, trying instead to clear the fog of desire. Home. I just needed to get home, to shower off the stench of sulfur and sin. To wash away the memory of her eyes, her touch…

The drive seemed endless, each mile a test of willpower. By the time I pulled into my apartment complex’s parking lot, my shirt was soaked with sweat, my hands trembling slightly as I cut the engine.

As i walked up the stairs to my third-floor apartment the complex still seemed to be alive. Mrs. Alvarez’s light were still on, the faint sound of Hispanic music coming from her window. For a moment I thought the demon inside me would insist we go knock on her door. Try to get busy with a 70 year old woman. The sudden silence inside me caused me to smile, I guess some things were off limits even to him. I fumbled with my keys, nearly dropping them before managing to unlock the door.

The familiar, musty smell of my apartment hit me as I stepped inside. Books on demonology and occult practices lined the walls, interspersed with protective wards and sigils. My sanctuary and my prison.

I made my way to the bathroom, stripping off my clothes as I went. The hot water of the shower was a blessed relief, scouring away the physical remnants of the exorcism. I exhaled, I’d been doing this line of work for over a year now, but the exorcism were still taxing. It always seemed to hit me once I got home and the adrenaline wore off. Physically, I felt like I could sleep for a week, but it did nothing to quell the heat inside me, the hunger that gnawed at my core was more awake than ever.

“This isn’t enough”, the incubus taunted. “You know it never is. It’s been days, we need to find someone fun.”

I pressed my forehead against the cool tile, letting the water cascade over me. “I can control this,” I muttered. “I can control you.”

The demon’s laughter echoed in my mind, mocking my determination.

“Time to find a willing participant for my demonic dance party. I’d put it on my dating profile, but ‘possessed exorcist seeks consensual feeding partner’ doesn’t have quite the right ring to it.”

As I stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around my waist, I heard my phone ringing from the other room. Probably another job, I thought. Good. I needed the distraction.

But when I picked up the phone, my heart skipped a beat. The caller ID showed a number I recognize somehow, I knew. It was her. The priest’s sister.

My hand trembled as I looked at the screen. Why was she calling me again? Her brother should have been fine now. I should just let it go to voicemail, I told myself.

“Answer it”, the incubus whispered, its excitement palpable. “You know you want to.”

I closed my eyes, took a deep breath, I know I was fighting a losing battle.

“Annabelle, everything ok?” I muttered as I picked up the phone trying to keep my voice from breaking.

“Yeah, everything is… well it’s ok. I mean my brother is still asleep and there are these noises.” There was a long pause on the other end of the line, for a moment I actually thought she’d hung up.

“Poor little lamb”, the incubus purred. “So frightened, so vulnerable. We should comfort her.”

“Annabelle, what do you need?” My tone was firm, I was chewing on my lip trying with every once of morality left in me to end the conversation.

“I just… Can you come back, please? Just for a little while longer. I don’t want to be alone.” The implication was clear, anyone with half a brain could see where it was going. This young woman, barely old enough to drink now saw me as her protector. Developed a crush on the man who had saved her brother’s life. It happens more than you may think in this type of work. Women who suddenly “fall in love” with their rescuer. If she only knew what she was asking.

“Yes”, the demon hissed. “Go to her. Comfort her. Show her there’s nothing to fear… except us.”

I took a deep breath, focusing myself. Fighting the craving that was starting to consume me. “I’m sorry, Annabelle, but I can’t come back. It wouldn’t be… safe.” I paused, gathering my thoughts. “Call Father Michael at St. Catherine’s. Tell him I sent you. He can perform a cleansing ritual on the house, just to be sure.”

There was a moment of silence on the other end of istanbul escort the line. “I… I understand,” Annabelle finally said, disappointment evident in her voice. “Thank you, Victor. For everything.”

As the call ended, I slumped against the wall, my body trembling with the effort of restraint. The incubus raged, furious at being denied.

“Fool!” it snarled. “She was ours for the taking!”

“No,” I growled, pushing myself upright. “Not her. Never someone like her.”

But the hunger remained, a gnawing emptiness that threatened to consume me. I knew from bitter experience that I couldn’t ignore it forever. Sooner or later, the demon would take control, and the consequences would be… unthinkable.

My eyes fell on my laptop, sitting innocuously on the coffee table. With sweaty hands, I opened it, fingers flying over the keyboard. I hesitated for a moment, disgusted with myself as I stared at the screen.

I made my way to the closet, my knees already shaky as Annabelle’s face entered the front of my mind. She was naked, and panting. Begging for me to come and comfort her as her fingers slid across her delicious curves. I pushed the images from my mind and pulled out a black silk shirt, my fingers fumbling with the buttons as waves of arousal washed over me. Each brush of fabric against my skin felt electric, heightened by the demon’s influence.

“Hurry”, it urged, its voice a seductive whisper in my mind. “The night calls, and so many delights await us.”

I gritted my teeth, trying to focus on the simple act of dressing. But as I reached for my dark jeans, a surge of lust nearly brought me to my knees. My vision blurred, and for a moment, all I could see were flashes of skin, hear Annabelle’s phantom moans of pleasure. I leaned against the wall, breathing heavily, willing myself to regain control.

“Not yet,” I muttered, more to myself than to the demon. “We do this my way. I’m in control, damnit!”

But even as I said it, I knew I was losing ground. The Incubus’s excitement bled into my own, making it harder to distinguish between its desires and mine. I managed to pull on the jeans, the fit suddenly a lot more snug against my groin than usual.

As I fumbled with my belt, my hands shaking with need, I caught sight of myself in the mirror. My eyes were darker than normal, pupils dilated with a hunger that had nothing to do with food. A faint sheen of sweat covered my skin, giving me an almost feverish appearance. I looked… dangerous. Alluring, yes, but in the way a predator is alluring to its prey.

“Perfect”, the Incubus purred. “They won’t be able to resist us.”

Twenty minutes later, I found myself standing outside “The Pit,” an underground club notorious for its anything-goes atmosphere. The bass from inside thrummed through the sidewalk, a primal rhythm that set my teeth on edge. Or maybe that was just the incubus, practically salivating at the prospect of what lay within.

“Yes”, it purred. “This is more like it. So many delicious options.”

“Shut up,” I muttered, mad at myself for giving in so easily, but thankful to be away from Annabella. The bouncer at the door was large, and gave off very real “don’t fuck with me” vibes. I handed him my ID and flashed a smile. His scowl seemed to tighten as he looked me over.

“You a cop?” He asked is a deep “I’ll snap you with my bare hands” kind of voice.

“Nope, just my boyish good looks, I guess,” I laughed at my own joke but he clearly wanted to punch me in the face. I flashed another smile, and he handed me back my ID.

“Don’t make me regret letting you inside,” he warned and then ushered me along.

I stepped inside, the beat of the music pounding in my head. The interior was a chaos of strobing lights and writhing bodies. Not exactly my scene, but it would do. I needed to find someone to… scratch this itch for me and something told me this was just the level of twisted that would fit my code while also feeding the darkness.

As I made my way to the bar, my eyes scanned the crowd. I wasn’t looking for innocents or the merely curious. No, I needed someone who was here for the same reason I was — to lose themselves, to indulge in darker impulses.

The bartender, a heavily tattooed woman with eyes that had seen too much, slid a drink in front of me without being asked. “On the house,” she said, her voice barely audible over the pounding music. “You look like you need it.”

I nodded my thanks but left the glass untouched. I couldn’t afford to dull my senses, not here. Not now. I scanned the crowd, my heightened senses allowing me to not just pick up on more subtle movements but to smell the pheromones. These people were like a dog in heat, praying for attention. Pick me, pick me, they all seemed to scream as they swayed to the beat. Any of these women would do, but none of them fit the code. Sure they were all darker, but in the end they were just looking for an outlet. They weren’t doing anything wrong, but then…

That’s when I saw her. She was on the taksim bayan escort dance floor, moving with an almost inhuman grace. Her eyes were too bright, her smile too wide. I recognized the signs — she was riding the high of something supernatural, probably a low-level possession or a fae glamour.

“Perfect”, the incubus whispered. “She’s already touched by our world. What’s a little more darkness?”

I gritted my teeth, hating myself even as I stood and made my way towards her. This was wrong, I knew. But wasn’t it better than the alternative? Better than losing control completely and hurting someone truly innocent?

As I approached, the woman’s eyes locked onto mine. Recognition flashed across her face, not of me personally, but of what I was, what I represented. The danger, the thrill.

“Well, hello there, handsome,” her shirt was low cut her large breasts nearly falling out of it as she pressed her body on mine. “Care for a dance?”

I smiled licking my lips, my hands grabbing her waist. My fingers pressing into the soft folds of her ass. “Oh yes, this one will do nicely.”

“I had… other ideas,” I replied with a smirk as I brought my lips to her neck my teeth on her skin in an instant.

Even as my cock began to swell I hated myself for what I was about to do to this poor woman. But then, this wasn’t a woman at all, was it? No, this was a creature wearing a woman’s shape. I felt my resolve crumbling. The incubus surged forward, its hunger overwhelming.

“This is what we are,” it whispered. “This is what we’ll always be. Embrace it.”

“What’s your name, handsome?” she asked, her lips brushing against my ear as she continued to press her body to mine. Her hips were swaying with the music, enticing me to move along with her.

“Victor,” I managed, my voice rough. “And you?”

She laughed, the sound tinkling like bells. “Names suggest this is more than what it is, Victor. But you can call me Lily.”

I knew it wasn’t her real name – fae never give those away easily. But it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the heat of her body against mine, the promise of what was to come. With each passing second I felt the incubus inside me grew. Her hunger evolving into something more predatory. I tried to convince myself it wasn’t a thrill to me, that deep down I didn’t love it as much as he did, but I wasn’t fooling myself.

We danced, if you could call it that. It was more like foreplay set to music, our bodies entwined, hands exploring, lips teasing. With each touch, each caress, I felt my control slipping further away. The incubus was practically salivating, its excitement pulsing through my veins like liquid fire.

Her eyes opened a shade wider, and, for a split second, I saw something there that looked almost like recognition. Then I knew she was picking up the demon in me. Instead of being scared, though, excitement seemed to dance across her face, and triumph. She thought she was luring me into some kind of trap, not the other way around.

“She thinks she’s the predator”, the incubus chuckled darkly. “Let’s show her how wrong she is.”

I gritted my teeth, fighting to maintain some semblance of control. “Maybe we should go somewhere more… private,” I suggested, my voice low and husky.

Lily smiled wider, “well, I thought you’d never ask,” she purred, and took me by the hand back toward the rear of the club. I actually considered there might have been private rooms back there, but then I could see the exit sign. She led me out the door with a grin. The only real question was would that be private enough for what was about to go down.

As we stepped into the dimly lit alley, the cool night air did little to dampen the heat between us. All pretenses of what was actually going on seized. Lily turned to face me, her eyes gleaming with lust and malice. She thought she was in control, thought she was luring me into a trap. I almost felt sorry for her. Almost.

“So, Victor,” she purred, backing up against the brick wall, her hands running down her curves enticingly. “What do you want to do with me?”

The incubus surged forward, its hunger overwhelming. I could feel my eyes darkening, the world taking on a sharper, more predatory edge. “Everything,” I growled, my voice suddenly dripping with hunger.

Lily bit her lip, she was certainly sexy I had to give her that. Of course I still wasn’t sure what it really was she wanted in our world, but at this moment it hardly mattered. Her hands reached out to pull me closer. “Then come and get it,” she whispered, her lips brushing against mine.

That was all the invitation the I needed. I crushed my mouth against hers, teeth clashing, tongues dueling in a battle for dominance. My hands gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as I pressed her against the wall. She gasped into my mouth, her body arching against mine.

“Yes,” the incubus hissed. “Take her. Make her ours.”

I could feel my control slipping, the demon’s desires becoming my own. I tore my mouth away from hers, trailing rough kisses down her neck. My free hand grabbed the low neckline of her shirt, tearing it open to reveal her bare breasts, she didn’t even have the decency to wear a bra. She gasped, her eyes wide with shock and arousal as her hands began to work the button of my jeans.

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-Nam it looked so very soft.

In her little daydream she didn’t notice Talon walk up to her.

“Hey are you finished eating? … Hello? …Earth to the Earth girl!” Talon teased. Kyle was startled and fumbled with her words. Trying to diminish the mental images of caressing Talons skin she stammered,

“Uhm … Ye-yeah I’m finished.”

“Well get up let’s get a move on, time to show you around the cabin. Youll be bunking with me tonight. Hope you don’t mind.” Talon explained.

Kylie just smiled and shook her head no. After Kylie used the bathroom and took a shower, Talon gave her some clothes to sleep in. Talon’s room was a decent size. She pressed a few buttons on the keypad and not a moment later two beds slid out of the wall.

“You can have that one.” Talon said pointing to the bottom bed. “I’ll take the top.”

Kylie climbed in her new bed for the night, curled up and fell right to sleep, trying not to let her mind wander back to the majestic Talon.

Cainn awoke to the sound of the ship being docked into the loading bat of Dalmascia. Glancing down he saw a nude C.C. dead asleep on his chest with her left arm tightly holding her stuffed animal. Carefully shifting himself from underneath the Goddess, Cainn quickly suited up and walked down the steps to the loading bay.

“Good morning Master.” Ikaros welcomed Cainn as he met them by the trolleys. Greeting each of the girls they all entered a large transport that took them over the always busy bazaar and plazas. The streets were busy, but not crowded as many species met and lived their lives like humans would in a major city. Finally reaching their destination the trolley lowered slowly to the ground letting the small amount of passengers off before lifting back off and returning to the loading bay.

Nymph and Astraea excitedly entered the large warehouse while Ikaros patiently walked with Cainn. Upon entering the warehouse Cainn stood at the front desk and tapped the bell waiting for his old friend to come out to meet him. From the darkness of the back, a massive silhouette quickly emerged from the shadows with a big grin across its face. The torso was that of a large fat blue creature the face almost resembling that of a human, but several tentacles wiggled under its chin. From the waist down were several long metallic crab legs that slowly scurried to the entrance.

“Cainn, my friend! You have brought my daughter’s home safe and sound!” The large man said scooping up Nymph and Astraea into his arms giving them both a tight beşiktaş eskort hug.

“Hey, professor we missed you!” Nymph said as she attempted to wrap her tiny arms around the large creature.

“It seems my daughters have taken quite a liking to you my friend, as expected. Especially Ikaros.” Gul’dan said as he looked to his very first Angeloid glued to the side of Cainn.

“It’s because he treats us like normal people!” Astraea exclaimed as she gently lowered herself to sit on Gul’dan’s shoulder.

“That’s because you are.” Cainn said with a smile before slowly stepping around the desk and following Gul’dan to his laboratory. The Angeloids weren’t far behind.

“So you damaged that last arm huh? Gul’dan asked as he entered a code in the frame of a monolithic door that slowly slid open with ease.

“You can tell just by shaking my hand?” Cainn asked seeming surprised while he walked into the laboratory. The inside of the lab was filled with many monitors that looked similar to those on a battleship. The warehouse seemed to never end as the walls were lined with ten barracks worth of weapons and arsenals.

“The older model was heavier, but lucky for you, I finished my latest project. The steel was a very difficult find it; it is called Adamantium, and it is only found on very few meteors throughout the galaxy. The technology I have developed on it is up to par with my Angeloid masterpieces, and it is immune to all types of EMP.” Gul’dan paused for a moment as he scanned the walls looking for the case that held his project. “Ah!” Gul’dan gasped as he picked up the massive case and lightly dropped it onto the table that Cainn stood in front of.

Cainn’s left eyebrow rose as he thought of the immunity to EMP and how it would have helped in his latest mission.

Upon opening the case, laid a massive chromed claw with a small circular design in the center of the palm, and several thruster like parts on the outer part of the arm. “It is armed with my latest weapon spec, the Radiant Wave Surger.” Gul’dan added as his crab like robot legs lowered him down to Cainn’s level and removed his arm from the socket.

“So I guess subtlety means nothing to you my friend? I am flattered that you are considering giving me such a weapon, but how am I supposed to walk around with such a massive claw? Cainn asked trying to think about different recon missions that he would not be able to attend if he wore this new improved arm.

“Don’t worry my friend. I thought of this entirely in advance it has several different forms for utility. The claw is just the default form. It has a more compact form for subtlety and close combat which is the reason for the combustion chambers and propelling nozzles. The claw form is for mobility and defensive purposes. You see, the Radiant Wave Surger could fry everything in its path, but also negate any incoming attack. Then finally last but not least, since you might not always be in close combat it has long ranged barrels that compresses the Surger’s energy turning it into a very strong, long ranged weapon.” Gul’dan explained with a sly grin. He quickly installed the arm knowing with all the new installments it would be painful for Cainn. It was better to catch him off guard with it.

Cainn fought the urge to yell in pain as the new specs of the arms attached itself to the mechanic socket in his shoulder. The pain was unbearable to say at the least, but Cainn learned to handle pain well as he dropped to one knee gritting his teeth. Suddenly the arm was usable again and surprisingly light. Looking to the new limb it changed with ease between the claw, the arm, and the istanbul escortları barrel.

“I believe the Earth term is ‘bad ass?'” Gul’dan laughed. He continued down the long corridor to the next project he finished.

Cainn slowly opened and closed the chrome fist admiring the light weight of the limb most of all.

“Ikaros can you please help me with this curtain? Your sisters seemed to have disappeared on us.” Gul’dan waited for Ikaros to spread her wings and fly to the top of his newest toy.

“This is a mobile suit. I am still working on a good name, but for now I shall call it the XG-01W Wing Gundam. Gul’dan said acting like a little kid showing off his latest drawing to his parents.

Cainn looked at the massive machine with awe as the design was sleek and new, but still seemed like it would strike fear into the enemies. “As much as I would love to have all new machinery, I can’t afford all of this, my friend.”

“It is all on the house. You have done more for me in one life time then I could repay, let alone showing all of my daughters love and respect that no one else cared to show them.” Gul’dan said as he stepped over to a large sniper rifles that hung on the wall that was easily taller than Cainn.

“Sad to say, that my precious Barrett M82 still has more than enough fire power to render my Gundam useless with a well-placed shot. I really out did myself on this one. The guns recoil is so powerful, that I had to install anchors that nailed the weapon to the ground between shots. The power core is at a nuclear level and the ammunition is pure energy instead of shells.”

Cainn thought to himself and figured he knew just the person that could use a weapon like that. “Can I take the Barret M82 as well?”

“Of course!” Gul’dan announced in a loud tone as he removed the gun from the wall and placed it onto the table. “Now to show you the final gift I have for you!” Gul’dan said as his legs pierced into the wall allowing him to climb it with ease. Ikaros quickly opened her mighty wingspan and flew up to where Gul’dan was climbing to help him unveil something that look up the rest of the warehouse.

As the curtain fell a smug grin passed over Cainn’s lips as a monolithic ship sat teasing him. The loading dock was down begging for the man to enter. The mighty wingspan of the beast reached from one side of the warehouse to the other. The design was much sleeker than the Nebakanezer and had several barrels and turrets on the frame in case they needed to defend themselves.

“Right now everything is being unloaded from the Nebakanezer and will be loaded in the Angel Lust in time for your next mission.” Gul’dan said with a large smile as he jumped back down using his massive steel legs to cushion the landing before scooping up Cainn and giving him a big hug.

“I am afraid you might have to weasel your way out of a demotion first, captain.” A voice said from behind Cainn and Gul’dan. The man was the same species as Talon with the same crimson skin and tribal markings. “I have fought for your position, but leaving without permission is a hard thing to fight for with the other council members.” The man continued as he bridged the gap extending his hand out to Cainn as Gul’dan lowered the man back down.

Cainn lightly gripped the man’s hand with respect shaking it and meeting the man with a devilish smirk. “I always seem to get out of a punishment, Agen.”

“I have been sent to retrieve you. I am also glad to see my daughter Talon returning safely.” Agen said with a grin across his face glad to see his friend returning home.

“Go! I need some time with Ikaros. I will escort fatih try and remove that emotional block those bastards installed back at the Synapse.” Gul’dan waved the men away as he motioned for Ikaros to follow him.

Cainn lightly brushed Ikaros’ cheek before motioning for her to go with Gul’dan. He then turned and left with Agen to the High Council’s Quarters.

Upon reaching the council, Cainn was led by several armed authorities as Agen was lead in a different direction.

Entering the council room, he was welcomed by a plethora of species all dressed in elegant robes acknowledging the captains arrival with a respectful nod. Cainn slowly stepped forward to the center of the round room surrounded by the high council members and recognized many faces he saved doing the same thing he was being charged with.

“The case of Captain Cainn shall begin.” Said an extremely tall and bone thin alien with pale blue skin and the voice of an elderly woman. “The defendant is being charged with disobeying direct orders from the council, leaving without permission, and taking a vessel without checking it out of the loading dock as per protocol. What do you think Captain?”

Cainn turned his head looking to each of the council members before answering in a proud tone. “I plead guilty of all charges.”

The room broke out in whispers as the council members all seemed to have their opinions on the matter.

“The mission, was it a success?” Agen asked aloud already knowing the answer to the question.

“Yes, I managed to save a human that was stolen from her homeland.” Cainn answered with his chest held high, knowing in his heart that he would disobey their orders time and time again if it came to saving a life.

“Regardless of if it was a success or not, he still disobeyed orders! Just because he saved your daughter does not mean you can come to his air every time he steps out of line.” A young man said with his arms crossed. The facial expression on his face clearly showed a dislike for the Captain.

“Cainn has saved more lives in his short lifespan than you have in your whole immortal life.” Agen defended.

“Cainn has saved more lives in his short lifespan than you have in your whole immortal life.” Agen defended.

“Who are we to say who lives a free life or a lifetime of slavery and torment? Cainn took it upon himself and his crew to save an innocent human life!” Agen protested trying to rally more council members to his side. Know that the God’s opinion would be void if he had enough members’ votes.

“He admitted to being guilty. I don’t understand why you defend him if he will not even defend himself!” One of the other species joined the young tempered man.

“Because he knows he did nothing wrong. Strip him of his rank and vessel and see how many more people will lose their lives to slavery. Several council members here have even been saved by this captain’s valor! Agen announced as he rose to his feet. “How many of you and your loved ones would be living in bondage or dead even if Cainn didn’t disobey orders and risk his life to save others. The late king of Dalmascia would frown upon each of you for even thinking about punishing a man of such courage and selflessness!”

The room fell quiet as the tempered young man sat quiet with his arms crossed over his chest, clearly he could not counter Agen’s point.

“All those in favor for his rank to be stripped?” The blue alien asked counting the few raised hands around the room.

“Those in favor for him to walk out of this court room innocent of all charges?” She continued as she counted the rest of the rooms vote for his freedom.

A devilish smirk passed over Cainn’s lips as he looked up to the council member that was so determined to revoke the captain of his rank. “I thank you. Now I must return to my NEW ship.” Cainn said rubbing the victory in the diplomats face before spinning on his heel and exiting the room.

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The locals didn’t have a name for the place. They just called it “planet”, or the general translation of the word, in common speak.

I called it ‘Venus’. Mostly because of all the sex going on all the time.

When I first arrived, I really couldn’t get over how much was going on, out in the open, between all the creatures. Race and species didn’t seem to matter. I figured there must be a population problem, or a boom, or both. You could barely walk or take a transport from point A to point B without stumbling upon two beings going at it with wild abandon.

Most people, unless they fancied watching, just went about their business after a simple note. I mean – it was rude to *step* on people or get in their way or interrupt them when they were concentrating on what they were doing. And of course, the golden rule applied.

As an apothecary, I’d come to Venus because the need for my trade in a lot of the known territories had waned. Plus, I’d really wanted to connect to some of the more diverse races and creeds out there, and their interminglings and the hows and whys of them coming together. Plus, I had an adventurous spirit and an open mind. Something in short supply in the core systems.

I set up my residence/shop inside an absolutely huge hollowed-out tree – one which had the characteristics of red Oak. There was more than enough space for three whole floors, once I’d set up the cellar area to hold my various potions, salves, and ingredients I’d brought with me. The second and main floor I made as a simple shop/workroom, with a door to a hidden garden/backyard. Upstairs was my private space – my bedroom. With a small window I could use to see out to the fields beyond.

The main village wasn’t far from my shop – but I’d made sure to travel for a long, long way after arriving at the drop-port. Drop-ports were notorious hang-out spots for sex tourists and photographers. The ‘real’ Venusians (as I called them now) lived out in the country. In the wild, so to speak. Mixed together in their homes.

The Centaurs. The Baurians. The Geldars – many… many Geldars. Elgens with their wide, plush wings and then the thick-skinned Ursid-like Taurans, whose young were born postively enormous. Others that were crosses, and some off-worlders that were staying for long periods that I didn’t even know the names of the races of. They all came, loved, stayed, or left. Everybody seemed to get along very nicely.

I loved the place right away. My first… ‘customer’… so to speak, was a tiny plump-looking Geldar named ‘Celia’. I was barely finished setting up my upper floor bedroom in the tree, on a fine sunny warm day, when I heard a gentle coughing from down below on the first floor. Never one to really worry about an ‘intruder’ or ‘thief’… I simply coughed back, to indicate my presence, then stuck my escort beşiktaş head down the ladder hole.

“Hello.” I smiled.

As if taken by surprise by the sudden appearance of my upside-down head, the female turned her enlongated head to me with a start and her eyes widened. The locks of her mane on the back of her slightly longer than human-sized neck flopped over to the other side, and then she raised a hand to her chest.

“Oh! Mis… Mister… Uh… Apothecary..” Her breath came up and her large rounded breasts heaved a bit.

“Heheh. Sorry. Hi. Name is Jace.” I glanced about, as if surprised I was upside down. “Hang on a second.” I then looked back at her – noting her appearance in more detail. She was hardly wearing anything – a shirt which hung off her rounded breasts and touched the top of a bit of a distended belly.

{ Hmph. Maybe pregnant, } I thought as I pulled up my head from the hole and swung myself around, before dropping my legs to the rungs and quickly sliding down. I turned around with the same smile on my face – to see she hadn’t moved one iota from before.

“Now… what can I do for you?”

“Um… Mr… Jace… sir..”, she blushed for a moment, then laughed in nervousness. “Sorry… I’ve never met an apothecary before.”

I glanced up and down at her. { Yep, definitely pregnant. } “I’ve never met a pregnant Geldar before either. What’s your name?” I said, offering my outstretched arm and hand.”

She held out her own, which had a tuft of hair right above the wrist. When she gripped my hand, I was suddenly overcome with the amazing feeling of the softness of the skin of her palm. “I’m Celia.”

My face couldn’t help but flush a bit at the feeling of her hand – it was uncanny.

“Uh…well… Celia. What can I do for you today?”

She lifted her shirt with no hesitation, exposing her full, round right breast. The areola was large, but the nipple was flat against it. My face didn’t redden much at that – I’d seen many naked creatures and indulged in many sexual situations. I simply smiled.

“This one is normal,” she smiled.

“Very nice.” I said nonchalantly.

“Thank you.” She countered.

She lifted up the other side of her shirt, showing the left breast. It looked pretty much like the right one, except the nipple itself was slightly distended – as if it were puckered the wrong way.

“Oooh. I see.” I said. “Inverted. Mmmm.”

“Yes.” She said. “Or… something like that. I need something to help bring it out. When they’re hard and I’m hot.. it looks weird.”

“Does it hurt then?”

“No.. just looks weird.”

“Mmmph.” I frowned. “If it doesn’t hurt… not sure there’s anything wrong…”

Celia frowned. “Well… I just… don’t like it.”

“What does your partner think?” I asked.

“My.. istanbul escorts partner? Oh… you mean..,” she looked down to her distended belly. “Oh.. heh. The little one… is mine. I asked a friend to help me… but… I have many… partners.” She smiled.

“Ah. I see.” I smiled warmly back at her. “As is the case with much of the locals… I’m learning.”

“Yes,” she smiled coyly. “Do you think you can help me then?”

“Well….” I answered, feeling sheepish as I turned around. “Let’s see….”

I started to think about what I could use on her nipples to help ease the skin tone… or to bring out a new pattern in the cell form. Or even to reinforce it once it had been brought out. I tapped my chin for a moment. Then I looked back at her.

She was running a licked finger around her nipple with her eye closed.

“Oh!” I exclaimed. “I… I didn’t mean.. ‘let’s see’ as in… uh..”

She stopped, and looked at me. “Oh.. it’s ok. I’ll show you.” She smiled. “You can see how weird it looks.”

I just stood there for a moment, and she closed her eyes again, before dipping her finger into her mouth to bring out more salaiva, and running it down over her nipple to start to tease it again.

I watched. She rubbed. After a moment or two, it didn’t seem like much was happening.

She opened her eyes.

“Mmmph. This isn’t working.” She looked frustrated.

“Look… uh.. maybe you need another Geldar.. or some help.”

“When are you going to start?” She suddenly asked.

I looked at her perplexed. “Start what?”

“Mating.”

I swallowed. I hadn’t really thought about that yet. My… whole mind had been wrapped up exclusively around getting to… ‘Venus’.. and setting up my shop. Then relaxing. Getting the feel for the local culture. Easing into things. I’d never *really* put down a schedule. I’d never really thought about anything, other than just being here.

“Uh…”

She looked as if she’d offended me. “Sorry! I… I.. you came here… to live.. and I thought… you’d probably… at some point…”

“I did! I do! I just…” My face went red with frustration at myself for not considering the whole situation sooner. I was here, after all, wasn’t I?

“Well.. this should be easy. I just need your mouth… for you to suck on me,” she smiled.

I hesitated still, looking around as if I was afraid somebody was watching. Ethics? There weren’t any. I could do whatever the heck I wanted to do, with whoever came to see me. All I needed was their willing, wanting participation, and as long as they were mentally an adult.

“Maybe this was a bad idea,” Celia said, and pulled down her shirt.

“No..No.. It’s ok.” I said shortly, in frustration, walking over to her.

She happily pulled up her shirt over her escort kağıthane right breast, and then held the round orb underneath for me. The very short fur around the skin abated by the nipple, and I took a quick breath before stuffing the flat areolae in my mouth, laying the flatness of my tongue down upon it. Out of sheer habit, I closed my eyes as I felt the softness of her mamarry meet the slickness of my wet mouth.

She moaned, and I couldn’t help but put my hands at her sides as hers went to my head, to hold me there. Her belly felt stretched out a bit by the growing youngling inside of her, and she was much bigger than a normal human. Stockier.

The nipple came up very quickly – or the area around it, anyway. Large – very large, puckering up. But not the center. I sucked for a few moments, and rolled my tongue around it. She held my head firmly and cooed. I started to break off – knowing I could take a better look at the problem now. But she stopped me, stroking the back of my head once.

{ Oh well, } I thought. { A minute more won’t hurt. } My fingers spread out on her tummy – holding the skin there as I sucked a bit harder, pulling the breast flesh out with a large sucking sound. Then it finally popped out of my mouth and flopped back onto her hand. She gasped a bit, then fluttered her eyes open.

I looked. It was… a bit strange looking. Half of the nipple was indeed, inverted. But only half of it. I glanced at the other one – which was only half-erect.

“Do the other one – quick.” She murmered through a hot breath.

I obliged immediately, licking twice with my tongue before giving a hard suck to bring it up. The nipples on the Geldar were extremely large compared to human – and the left one came up pretty quickly due to my ministrations. Celia gasped with each intense suck and lick – to where both of the points on her tits should have been equal.

“Mmmm…” I murmered. “Okay… I see what you mean.” I smiled. “Lemme see if I got something for that.”

Celia suddenly brightened and took a quick breath, then pulled her shirt down slowly.

“Ok.” She blinked.

I turned, and with a large lump in my pants went over to my counter, sorting through various bottles to find a container of small stones. I took one of the stones out, and found a very small bottle of blue liquid.

“Here you go…” I said, my heart still racing a bit from the intense activity my mouth had undergone. “Rub this stone with this ointment, then push it into your nipple. Make sure it stays there for an hour after rubbing. Do that every day.”

She took the items from me. I smiled at her. She batted her eyes.

“That’s it?” She asked coyly.

“Uh.. yes.” I answered. “That’s all you need for your… uh.. problem.”

She chuckled a bit. “I meant…. Uh…,” she paused. “Nevermind.”

“What?” I said.

“You’ll get it.” She said as she turned around, walking towards the door. I could see from the back that some moisture had collected and was running down the back of her legs. “Soon.”

I had a feeling I was going to enjoy being the Apothecary of Venus.

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It took Cassandra awhile to recover after a week long of constant fucking from Arvan, she slept for most of the next day and woke up expecting to be sore. Surprisingly she wasn’t, in fact strangely she was still horny after that week. She didn’t know why but didn’t care that much. She sat up in her chambers as she found a tall mirror and looked at herself. Admiring her obsidian skin once more as she ran her fingers over her body. She smiled loving her own body before she found something to wear. After searching through the closet she found a black lace dress and slipped it on. It was short and barely hid the light purple color of her nipples and it was quite sexy. She left her room and began searching for the monster that was Arvan, she knew that he wasn’t human but he also wasn’t any kind of shifter that she knew of. He didn’t seem like a monster since she was still alive. She searched her mind trying to figure out just what he was but she couldn’t think of anything. Shrugging, she continued looking for him before she found him lying on a bed in another room within the palace. He didn’t bother to dress himself or cover his monster of a cock as he laid on the bed reading a scroll. Cassandra stared at his cock as she felt her pussy start to ooze desire down her legs as she began walking towards him.

“Good morning master.” she said with a sultry voice. Arvan peaked up over his scroll as he set it down smiling at her.

“Good morning Cassandra.” He smiled as she walked towards him.

“For a human you have an addictive cock master.” She said hoping that he would correct her and say what he was. Instead his brown eyes looked at hers as he gave her another smile.

“I am glad that you like it so much, my little slave. Now then tell me about this burning desire that you have, and not the one for my cock.” Cassandra did her best to hide a blush as she crawled into bed next to Arvan, resisting with all she could to not mount his cock and ride it to satisfy her growing lust.

“I want the surface dwellers to pay. Mainly the kingdom that kept me a slave and after that the damn noble who I was married off to.” She said as her eyes drifted back to his cock and throbbing balls before looking back into his brown eyes.

“Well collapsing a kingdom is no easy task, it is going to take quite a bit of time.” He said while conjuring a bottle of wine as well as a pair of glasses. “Do you have any idea where to start?”

“Honestly, no.” Cassandra said as Arvan offered her a glass of red wine. “Normally my people raid settlements so I thought doing that would be a start.”

“I do agree in part. But we are going to need a foothold if we are going to collapse an entire kingdom. A small village that won’t be noticed if it has gone rogue for a while.” He said, sipping his wine as he gestured to the scroll. “I found such a village in the southern peninsula of the kingdom. It’s name is Tiln and is known for being raided by bandits and pirates.” Cassandra nodded as she sipped the wine looking at the scroll. She blushed into the glass as she was surprised that he was actually helping her, even though it seemed to be for his own gain as well Cassandra was still getting what she wanted.

She swirled the wine in her glass before finishing it as she stared at Arvan. Her eyes locked with his as she leaned forward and kissed him. Shifting her body over him as she pushed back against his cock and ground herself on it as she made out with him. Her ass pushed against his cock as her pussy left a shining line of her desire across his length. Arvan kissed her back as his hand reached around and squeezed her ass as his other hand wrapped around the back of her head holding her in place. Their tongues danced in the other’s mouth as she felt him spank her. She moaned into his mouth as she pulled away and lifted herself up. Lowering herself on the end of his cock as she pressed her pussy against his cock. She rolled her hips as she moaned forcing his cock inside her as she rolled her hips up and down forcing his length deeper and deeper inside her.

“No more talk master:” she moaned as she kissed him again. “Right now I want you to drain these fat balls inside my womb” she said as she started bouncing herself up and down his cock, putting just enough effort into it to make her breasts bounce in front of him without tiring herself out quickly. Arvan smiled as he grabbed onto her waist line and pushed her up or pulled her down as she bounced on his cock, quite often he would give her ass a firm spank forcing another moan out of Cassandra’s mouth as she rode his cock. She was still quite stimulated from the previous session as her pussy wrapped tightly around his cock trying to milk his rod even though she just started. Arvan spanked her over and over as Cassandra forced his cock as deep as it could go inside her. Cassandra began picking up her pace as she shifted just right to have his cock glide across her g spot. She moaned as she kept this up but it didn’t take long for an orgasm to run bayan escort beşiktaş through her body as she nearly collapsed on him. Arvan smiled as he held her waist before whispering in her ear.

“You have done enough, it is my turn now.” She was going to scold him for talking after she told him not to, but she didn’t get the chance. He instantly smashed his hips into her as she felt his cock bury itself inside her once more. She moaned as she came again while Arvan began slamming into her over and over. Cassandra shuddered as she did her best to not collapse onto Arvan and continue her erotic dance on his cock. But with each thrust of his cock she felt herself become weaker and weaker. Her arms were soon shaking before she finally collapsed on his chest. Arvan let out a long moan as he slammed his cock into her and blew a fresh load of cum straight into her womb. Cassandra let out a long moan before panting as she looked up at Arvan.

“Master if you keep cumming in my womb like that you are going to get me pregnant.” Cassandra said feeling his cum filling up her womb.

“Do you want me to stop?” He said as she felt him stop thrusting for a moment, but Arvan knew her answer.

“No master. Drain your balls inside me. Give me your child!” She said as Arvan began pounding away at her cunt once more. Cassandra moaned as she dreamed about bearing his child and couldn’t hide her blush any longer as his cock slammed into her over and over. Darkness began to fill her vision as she passed out on his chest. Arvan smiled as he continued breeding her, pounding her pussy until she was full of his cum and then let her rest. Sliding his cock out of her as his cum ran out of her pussy while her body shook from overstimulation. He resisted the urge to not fill her other holes with cum but they had a kingdom to take over. As he looked at her beautiful body full of his cum he moaned as his cock twitched, the kingdom could wait of course. Arvan then pounded her for the rest of the day, filling her ass and mouth with cum whenever her pussy was too full to take more of his fertile cum. While Cassandra recovered, Arvan prepared goods needed for travel. Provisions, water, weapons, and much more. He didn’t know what awaited him in the village but wanted to be prepared.

When Cassandra awoke she found a note from Arvan. Opening it she read it to herself as she rubbed the sleep from her eyes. He was going to conjure whatever she wanted for their travels. Cassandra thought for a few moments about what she wanted. After abit she found Arvan and told him what she wanted. For weapons she chose several daggers, some meant for throwing others meant for slashing. She didn’t wear armor and decided to trust her natural agility to avoid attacks and her beauty to seduce others when she had to. The clothes that she wanted were all very skimpy. A slight move in the wrong way and her breasts would fall out of the top. Bend over just enough and she would flash her ass and pussy to anyone behind him. She wore this for several reasons. To show off her form and brag about her body, to allow her master to use her body whenever he wanted, and because she wanted to tease Arvan. Arvan didn’t bring much else. He had his deep blue cloak and a gnarled staff. He carried a pack that had some provisions and coin but he could conjure more food as needed, conjuring coins was something that could very easily get one in trouble. With their packs set and equipment acquired Arvan opened a portal near the town of Tiln as they stepped through it.

The sounds and smells of a ocean filled their ears and noses as they arrived near Tiln. Arvan lead Cassandra towards the village as they easily walked through the main gates. Many of the men stared at Cassandra as she sauntered past them, some of them got smacked by their wives but most didn’t get punished for their stares. Cassandra enjoyed the attention as she walked behind her master. Rather than head to the Adventuring Guild hall Arvan made his way to the tavern. He knew it was partly asking for trouble but it was a place to find plenty of quests. Once inside Arvan noticed that plenty of men were staring at Cassandra as she ignored them all. “Find us accommodations Cassandra, we will rest for the night before we go on our quest.” He said giving her a wink. Cassandra nodded as she turned on her heels and strolled to the bar. Several men called after her but she didn’t respond to any of them. Arvan looked back at the board and scanned the various postings. Some of them seemed rather recent but there was one that looked abit older.

“Werewolf Hunt. Kill the werewolves within the dark forest and bring me their hides.” The quest itself was simple but it was going to be tricky. Depending on the werewolves he was dealing with they could prove to be a challenge. The reward for this bounty was impressive, a thousand gold for each wolf that was killed. Arvan plucked the bounty from the board as he turned back to the bar. He saw Cassandra leaning eskort istanbul on the bar as a large man had gotten up. Guessing by his garments he was a city guard and by his actions was clearly drunk. Due to the noise of the bar Arvan couldn’t hear what the man was saying, but he could make an accurate guess by the erotic gestures he was making. Cassandra was staring at Arvan as he made his way to the bar.

“Master, I could make you some easy coin here.” She said with a chuckle in elvish to him. Arvan smirked, raising an eyebrow as he ordered ale.

“Just don’t break any laws.” He said as he quelled the small pang of jealousy that rose in his chest. She smiled and winked at him “Don’t worry master” she purred out “their cocks won’t even make me cum.”

Cassandra smiled as she whispered to the bar keep. The two talked before Cassandra squeezed her chest just right as both of her breasts pushed out. The bar keep was stunned as he was staring at them as she smirked. No longer asking and now demanding, the barkeep quickly blushed as he had his barmaids clear a table. Cassandra reached behind the counter and fished around for a bottle of wine. Pulling it up as she pulled the cork out with her teeth before taking a swig.

“Hey all!” She barked out causing the tavern to go quiet as she drew the rest of the tavern’s attention. “I am going to give you each a chance to spend the night with me. If you make me cum before you do then you can do whatever you want to me all night long. But if I drain your balls then you are going to clean my pussy out and I am going to take your coin.” Cassandra seemed quite confident but the men were eager to try their hand at sleeping with Cassandra. Arvan watched as he saw several of the barmaids blush and get sheepish as Cassandra stripped down to nothing. Tossing her dress to Arvans table as she had the first man sit on a chair. She smirked as she stroked his bulge through his pants. A smile spread across her face as she pulled his cock out and began to stroke it with her hand. The man gave her ass a spank as Cassandra let out a hiss and twisted her hand. The man let out a gasp of pain as she nearly ripped his cock off before she went back to stroking.

“I said you can make me cum, not that you can touch me.” She said before smiling. Squeezing his cock just right as the man shuddered. She aimed his cock at his face as he blew his load over his clothes and face. At first he was shocked and then he got angry. He clenched his fist but before he threw his punch Cassandra had brought up one of her sexy legs, giving the man a perfect view of her wet pussy, before slamming the heel of her foot in his temple. The man slumped in his chair as she grabbed his coin purse, twirled it around her finger before tossing it to Arvan. At first the crowd was shaky, debating whether or not they really wanted to try to fuck this dark elf. Cassandra smirked at their shakiness as she sat on a table.

“The next of you gets to fuck my pussy” She said spreading her legs invitingly. The sudden shakiness that plagued the bar instantly vanished, replaced by rapidly growing lust as the men began to rapidly strip down. Arvan almost felt sorry for them as he sipped his ale and watched from his corner table.

Cassandra smiled as the first man approached her. She looked down at his cock and it was average for a human. He grabbed her hips as he pressed his tip against her wet folds. He gave her a smug smile as he slammed his hips into her, Cassandra didn’t even moan as he began thrusting in and out of her. His cock wasn’t bad but it wasn’t enough for her. The man seemed to get annoyed as she wasn’t even moaning as he started slamming into her faster and faster. Cassandra smiled before she suddenly tightened her pussy. The man moaned out as he came instantly as she drained his balls. He pulled out as he was about to say something before she grabbed his head and shoved it into her cum filled cunt. “Clean up your mess boy” She said wrapping her legs around her head. “And don’t think I am letting you go until I am nice and clean down there.” The man struggled for a few moments against her thighs but couldn’t escape them. He shuddered as he dutifully began cleaning her pussy with his tongue. Cassandra smirked as she reached down and began counting his coin. After he cleaned her up she seduced the next man.

Arvan no longer felt jealous and simply felt proud. He was half expecting her to moan from their cocks but she took them almost as if she was bored and made them cum on command. She used her hand, pussy, breasts, mouth, and even her thighs to make them cum. She made them cum over themselves when she jerked them off, if any of their cum got on her she made them clean her off. When she used her throat she usually pulled out at the last moment and made them cum on themselves. There were easily three dozen men in the bar and she drained each and every one of them. Some of them got angry after she drained them and she dealt with them easily, escort fındıkzade either by a heel kick to the temple or by squeezing their balls with a vice-like grip until they collapsed in pain. She smiled as she stood up looking at the drained men around her.

“Well master” Cassandra said, tossing another bag of coins onto the table. “They couldn’t even satisfy me.” She said, uttering out a moan as she straddled him. Arvan smiled as he looked up at her and started sucking on one of her breasts. She moaned as she fought with his robes and pants. Eagerly and desperately freeing his monster of a cock. Arvan heard several gasps from the bar maids that were still in the bar. Cassandra paid them no mind as she ground her pussy against his cock. “Mmm fuck this is a little thicker than I remember master. Did watching your little slut drain all of those men make your cock get thicker” Cassandra said, teasing in elvish. Arvan didn’t deny it but smiled as he placed his hands on her hips.

“Maybe it did.” He said as he began to pull her down his cock. Cassandra shuddered and moaned as she felt his fat cock force its way inside her. She cursed in elvish as she began bouncing on his cock and rolling her hips up and down. Each roll of her hips ground her g spot against his cock as she bounced up and down feeling his cock force its way inside her until it kissed her womb. She grabbed onto his shoulders as she started bouncing herself up and down harder and harder. Arvan began spanking her ass as she moaned out with each spank. Her pussy gushed more and more honey from each spank, roll of her hips stimulating her g spot, and from his cock smashing against her cervix. She kept moaning as she began chanting in elvish, it was clear that the barmaids couldn’t understand elvish but based on Cassandra’s actions it was clear what she was saying.

Cassandra threw her head back as his cock broke through into her cervix bottoming out in her womb as she took his cock to the base. She shook violently as she had a powerful climax on his cock nearly causing her to go limp. Arvan smiled as he whispered near her ear. “Those barmaids seem to be enjoying our little show my darling.” He said as he grabbed her waist as he began thrusting up into her. Cassandra hadn’t recovered from her orgasm yet as she dug her nails into his shoulders. She couldn’t think right now and was too busy riding this fat cock nearly riding out another orgasm. She clenched her jaw as he could see that she was trying to say something but couldn’t formulate the words due to the pleasure. Arvan smiled as he started spanking her ass before sucking on one of her breasts once more. Rolling his tongue over her hard nipple while his hand left a nice mark on her ass. Cassandra shuddered as Arvan felt her pussy tighten up on his cock again. Her body shook as another orgasm crashed through her body. Arvan smiled as he moved a hand from her waist line and rubbed his thumb over her clit. Cassandra froze for a second at the sudden extra stimulation before she began bouncing on his cock like her life depended on it.

Each thrust forced more and more of her honey to gush out of her pussy as she wanted him to cum. She was panting and moaning as she was riding through another orgasm. She could feel his fat cock swelling up inside her as she moaned. Begging Arvan to cum as he smiled. Biting down on her breast, spanking her ass, pinching her clit, and smashing his cock inside her all at the same time. Cassandra screamed as she went limp in his arms having another climax milking his cock desperately. Arvan moaned as he came as well, his cock shuddered before blasting load after load of cum in her womb. Cassandra was nearly unconscious as her greedy pussy began swallowing up his cum. After filling Cassandra up he lifted her up and pulled his cock out of her. Casting a quick spell on her pussy to keep his cum trapped inside her before he looked at the barmaids. The males by this point had either left or been dragged out by their friends, the bar keep was nowhere to be found, and it was just Arvan, a barely conscious Cassandra, and the pair horny barmaids. He looked at them as each of them were playing with themselves, rubbing their clits or fingering their pussies. Squeezing their breasts or playing with their nipples as he smiles at them.

“You are the bar keeps daughters aren’t you, no man has so much as touched you have they.” The girls looked at each other before one of them spoke up.

“No sir, they fear our father.” She said still rubbing her clit under her clothes.

“Well I don’t, I am going to take my companion to a room. If you want to join us then come to the room, but you have to come naked. I don’t care if you strip now and follow us or if you go back to your rooms.”

“What about-” the girl said looking at Cassandra, afraid of her after what she did to several of the patrons.

“She won’t harm you. When she wakes up she might make you eat her out, eat you out, or both. She is my loyal slave and won’t harm you. And if your father threatens you I will deal with him.” Arvan said as he carried Cassandra towards the room. The pair of sisters instantly stripped down leaving their clothes on the floor as they followed Arvan like moths to a flame. Cassandra giggled as she looked at Arvan with exhausted and satisfied eyes.

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Ava groaned in desire as she saw Kitch return from the back. She was wearing a latex leotard, with individual holes cut out for her breasts. They seemed a bit too small as her large breasts were constricted tightly at the base. A clamp was firmly attached to each nipple and connected by a chain. A ring gag held Kitch’s mouth open while thigh high ballet heel boots made her walk carefully.

The leotard was clearly not designed with a cock in mind as it sat crushed under the material, the outline of her erection clear as it was pressed against her stomach. Kitch turned, showing the latex almost disappearing between her pert, round ass cheeks that were spread slightly by the large flared base of the buttplug she was wearing.

“Lay down and don’t move,” Ava ordered. Kitch did as she was told and Ava kneeled beside her. Ava reached down and stroked the length of Kitch’s cock through the shiny material. Kitch moaned and resist the urge to thrust against Ava’s hand as she followed the command to not move. Ava grasped the side of the leotard at Kitch’s crotch, tugging firmly and freeing Kitch’s cock from its confines.

“Moon, get naked and ride her,” Ava ordered. Moon jumped in surprise, she hadn’t expected to take part in this, but she quickly removed her clothes. Her cock was already achingly hard as she straddled Kitch and lowered her large round ass onto the shorter woman’s cock. Kitch moaned as her cock sunk into Moon’s ass, the sensation was amazing and completely alien to her. She couldn’t control herself as her cock pulsed and emptied its load inside Moon.

“Cumming already? Tut, tut, I didn’t give you permission. It’s ok, I’ll forgive you just this once, but don’t you dare let your cock go soft,” Ava ordered. Kitch moaned as her cock grew to new levels of erect inside Moon and Moon began to ride up and down on it.

Ava stood up and turned to Jack, kissing him firmly and stroking his cock through his pants. He was already hard and she slowly undressed him as Moon moaned behind them. Kitch groaned through her ring gag.

“I’ve got a picture in my head and I really want to see if it could work,” Ava smiled at Jack.

“What are you thinking?” He asked.

A few moments later, Moon was on all fours with Kitch standing behind her, fucking her doggy style. Moon was tall enough that Kitch could stay standing, albeit with a wide stance, and still fuck her. Jack was stood, straddling Moon’s back, facing toward Kitch who was bent forward. He had her ponytail in her hand and was thrusting into her mouth through her ring gag. Saliva ran freely from her mouth, down her chin and along his cock, dripping down onto Moon’s back.

“Fuck that’s so hot!” Ava groaned, stroking her clit as she stood to one side watching the scene in front of her.

“I thought you wanted to fuck her?” Jack asked.

“I do, but she’s always so bossy when we talk, it’s nice seeing her reduced to my play thing like this for once. You’re right though, I can’t wait any longer. Kitch, get rid of your cock, I want your pussy.”

Kitch stopped thrusting into Moon as her cock vanished and her pussy reformed between her legs. Jack pulled out of her mouth and watched as Ava pulled Kitch into her arms and kissed her. Kitch couldn’t resist Ava’s invading tongue as her gag held her mouth open, she could only wrestle with it with her own tongue.

“On your hands and knees,” Ava ordered as she broke the kiss. Kitch obeyed and Ava went over to a shelf. She returned a moment later carrying a harness and dildo. She strapped the harness onto herself and slotted the dildo into it. She moved behind Kitch and didn’t hesitate for a moment before sinking her strap-on into her soaked pussy.

“Jack, use her mouth. Moon, masturbate and watch,” Ava ordered. Jack wasn’t under her control, but did as she said. Moon still couldn’t resist orders from Ava, nor could she cum without permission, but she did as she was told and sat back, stroking her huge cock as she watched the short woman be spit roasted.

“So, is it as fun as you thought it would be?” Jack asked?

“Better. I feel like I’m going to cum just from fucking her with this strap on,” Ava grinned.

“Her throat is amazing. She has talent, not even flinching, let alone gagging, when I shove my cock all the way in!” Jack groaned as he shoved deep into Kitch’s throat to demonstrate his point. Kitch was in heaven, she’d had a crush on Ava for ages, but had never acted on it as it would have been unprofessional. Now having Ava fucking her, while a guy she didn’t even know fucked her throat and they used and talked about her like a piece of meat, she was in heaven.

Ava reached forward, cupping Kitch’s large breasts in her hands and tugging firmly on the clamps. Kitch moaned around Jack’s cock as pain shot through her chest, twisting into pleasure as it shot down to her pussy.

“Oh, you liked that did you? I knew you’d be a little pain slut,” Ava purred in Kitch’s ear as she tugged on her nipple clamps again. Kitch groaned and tensed at the pain before her body beşiktaş escort bayan began to shudder as it triggered a powerful orgasm.

Watching the trio fucking and seeing Kitch writhing in pleasure was driving Moon wild. She had reached the brink of orgasm three times already, but was completely unable to tip over the edge and cum. Her balls were swelling between her legs and she moaned loudly as she crested her fourth denied orgasm. She desperately wanted to cum, but equally was savouring the denial at the same time.

Ava reached down, pulling on the base of the buttplug and pulling it out until the widest part of the plug was stretching Kitch’s asshole. Ava then let go, letting the tight latex of the leotard push the plug back into place. She repeated this as she continued to fuck Kitch, causing Kitch to groan louder and louder each time the plug stretched her ass.

Jack was just about as his limit and thrust deep into Kitch’s throat as his cock pulsed and began pumping its load into her stomach. Her eyes watered as he starved her of oxygen until his orgasm was over. She inhaled sharply as he withdrew his cock from her mouth. Ava didn’t give her time to recover as she picked up her pace, thrusting into Kitch hard and fast.

Kitch screamed out in pleasure as her strongest orgasm yet crashed over her, causing her whole body to seize and tremble. Ava buried her fake cock to the hilt inside her and leaned forward, whispering in her ear.

“From now on even after the collar comes off, any time you sell something, you’ll get hornier and hornier, but you won’t be able to relieve your lust until you’ve finished your shift. You’ll spend your day all pent up and desperate for release and when you finally get it, you’ll be thinking of me, fucking you on your hands and knees and you’ll only be able to cum while moaning my name.”

Kitch nodded, her submissive side thrilled at the command she had just been given. Ava leaned forward and removed the gag from her mouth.

“Finally, this is your new work uniform. From now on, every time you open the shop, you’ll feel uncomfortable and itchy if you’re wearing anything else except what you are wearing right now. You’ll only be able to feel comfortable in normal clothes once the store is shut,” Ava told her.

Kitch gasped. The idea of serving customers wearing this outfit, parading around in front of them so exposed and on display, just the idea of it sent a wave of shame and arousal through her. She groaned as Ava slid the fake cock from inside her.

“Thank you, Mistress,” Kitch sighed, collapsing to the floor completely spent. She was more content than she had been in a long time.

“Don’t think you’re done,” Ava told her, undoing the harness around her waist. Kitch looked at her and watched as Ava straddled either side of her face, dropping to her knees and pressing her pussy against Kitch’s mouth. Kitch got to work instantly, kissing and licking Ava’s folds. Ava moaned in delight. This is what she had pictured for so long and now it was happening, it felt so much better than she had hoped.

“Moon, I think Ava’s mouth needs something in it, go give her your cock,” Jack ordered with a smirk. Ava had spent too much time controlling things, he thought it was time she did as she was told. “Ava, give Moon the best blowjob you’ve ever given.”

Moon got to her feet and went and stood in front of Ava. Ava took Moon’s giant cock in her hands and began to stroke it. She leaned forward, taking the head into her mouth. It barely fit and her jaw ached, but she did as she had been commanded and worked the swollen cockhead with as much effort as she could.

Her tongue lashed at the sensitive crown, causing Moon to moan in delight. Ava purposefully allowed the saliva to flow from her mouth, coating the tip of Moon’s cock and giving her a sloppy, wet blowjob. Her hands scooped up some of the saliva that dripped onto Ava’s chest, using it as lubricant to stroke Moon’s giant member. Moon gasped and moaned, right on the edge of orgasm, but unable to cum.

Ava had almost completely forgotten about Kitch below her, the command to give Moon the best blowjob had taken all her focus, but she soon wavered as Kitch before vigorously working Ava’s clit with her tongue. Ava moaned around Moon’s cock, slowly rocking her hips against Kitch’s face. Moon groaned again; another orgasm denied as her balls swelled even larger.

Jack was enjoying the sight before him. Despite cumming not long ago, he found himself getting hard. He moved between Kitch’s legs and she spread them eagerly for him. He grabbed her hips and lifted them into the air as she wrapped her legs around him. His cock found her slick entrance and pushed into her with ease.

He began thrust into her rapidly, pumping into her as she continued to lick Ava. Ava’s back arched and she groaned out suddenly as she reached orgasm. Kitch didn’t slow her efforts, despite Jack’s best efforts to distract her, and continued pleasuring Ava’s clit until Ava couldn’t escort istanbul take anymore and kneeled up, pulling her cunt away from Kitch. Kitch took a deep breath, finally being able to breath properly and then moaned out loudly as she focused on the pleasure of Jack’s cock inside her.

Ava continued to work Moon’s cock, still compelled by her order. Jack hadn’t given her a time limit so she kept going until he told her to stop. Her jaw ached and her chin and chest was covered in saliva, but she didn’t stop. Moon was moaning almost constantly, one denied orgasm rolled straight into the next. It took all of her willpower not to beg Jack or Ava to let her cum. Her balls were now the size of small watermelons and she knew walking would be difficult.

“Fuck meeeeeeeee,” Kitch groaned out as Jack slammed into her. He’d laid her back down now he had space to lean forward with Ava out of the way. He slammed his hips downwards hard and fast, pounding Kitch into the floor. She seemed to be enjoying the rough, hard fuck so Jack used as much force as he could, although he was unsure how long he could maintain it before tiring.

Kitch reached up and grabbed his head, kissing him forcefully as she moaned into his mouth, her body shaking in orgasm. Her legs tightened around him, reducing the length of his thrusts, but it didn’t slow him down. Jack kept going, pushing her from one orgasm to another in rapid succession as his own orgasm began to build.

She broke the kiss, holding his face and staring into his eyes as her mouth opened, but no sound came out as she had her third orgasm in silence. Just as it reached its peak, her head rolled back and she groaned in pure pleasure, a long, drawn-out noise as her hands slammed into the floor, desperately trying to grip onto something. Jack grunted and slammed his cock to the hilt as it began emptying its load inside Kitch. She gasped at the sensation of being filled, both of them enjoying the height of their pleasure before it slowly began to fade.

“Ava, stop sucking Moon’s cock,” Jack ordered as he slid his spent member from Kitch. She just lay there breathing heavily as he got to his feet. Ava sat back, almost sitting on Kitch’s head, but just managing to move to the side as she wiped her chin. Her jaw was sore, but she grinned up at Moon who looked torn between desperation and bliss.

“Need a hand?” Ava asked, reaching down and offering her hand to Kitch. Kitch took it and Ava hauled her to her feet.

“That was incredible. I mean, working in this store, you think you’ve seen or heard about every form of sexual gratification you can think of, but experiencing having a dick and having your mind magically dominated, holy shit that was so hot!”

“Just remember not to tell anyone,” Ava told her.

“I will, although with those commands, I couldn’t even if I wanted to, but also thanks to those commands, I don’t want to. This is so weird!” Kitch grinned.

“Before we go, give me back the-” Jack began.

“Wait!” Ava cut in.

“For?” Jack asked. Ava ignored him and turned to Kitch.

“Grow a cock again,” Ava ordered. She watched as Kitch’s crotch bulged out under her leotard. “Okay, now give Jack the collar back.”

Kitch removed the collar and then looked down at her crotch and up at Ava.

“You’re seriously leaving me with a cock?”

“Only for a few days, I’ll bring the collar when I come to pick up my order,” Ava grinned. She was of the belief that every woman should get to experience it and didn’t watch Kitch missing out. She also thought it’d be funny because Kitch seemed to have forgotten she had to wear her current outfit for work.

“A few days getting to experience what having a dick is like, I can live with this,” Kitch grinned.

“Then I’ll see you in a few days,” Ava smiled, leaning down and kissing Kitch lightly on the lips. She then turned and gathered up her discarded clothes and got dressed. Moon did the same, sliding up her skirt that only just covered her enlarged testicles. The trio left the shop, with Moon walking very carefully as they returned to the car. Neither Jack nor Ava addressed her current situation, but Jack had an idea forming.

They returned home and Ava and Moon went to shower. Jack went out to the pool to find Leah sunbathing alone. She watched him as he got into the pool and began to swim. She was curious about Jack. He had spent time as her, had her memories and feelings and knew her better than anyone else could ever possibly know her, but to her, he still felt much like a stranger.

She waited until he was done swimming and climbed from the pool. She watched the water run down his body as he approached her and saw his eyes roaming across her long legs and flat stomach, lingering momentarily on her breasts before he looked her in the eye.

“How are you doing?” He asked with a smile.

“I’m well, I was wondering if I could ask a favour,” Leah began, her stomach dancing with nerves.

“What is it?”

“Use the collar on me again,” etiler bayan escort she blurted out.

“Why?” Jack asked. He’d not been expecting that.

“You spent time as me, had my thoughts, feelings, memories. I could spend a lifetime with someone and they’d not know me as intimately as you do. I want to know the same about you, if you’re alright with that?” Leah explained. Jack thought about it for a moment. It was true, right now things were very one sided. He wondered if he really wanted someone knowing everything about him though. Although, he admitted to himself he hadn’t given Leah that same consideration.

“Alright,” Jack agreed. Leah smiled. She hadn’t thought he would say yes. Jack stood up and left, returning a couple of minutes later with the collar. Leah sat up and took it from him. He lifted her hair as she strapped it around her neck. Jack wondered if he now had enough control of the collar to do it all in a single command.

“Turn yourself into an identical copy of me, looks, memories, thoughts, feelings, everything. The only difference will be, when you see me, you’ll know I’m the real one and you are a copy. You won’t remember being Leah until four hours have passed from now.”

Jack watched as Leah changed forms and almost instantly became a copy of him. He was rather amused by the golden bikini that his copy was wearing and his copy looked at him and then down at himself and laughed.

“We didn’t think this outfit through did we,” Leah chuckled.

“Tell me, who are you?”

“I’m Jack. Well, a copy of Jack at least. You just created me, but other than that, I am you,” Leah answered.

“And who is Leah?” Jack asked. His copy thought for a second.

“I have no idea who that is,” Leah replied.

“Tell me our most embarrassing memory,” Jack prompted.

“Easy. When we were in school and Cindy pulled out pants down in the middle of the hallway.”

“Bingo.”

“And we’ve always thought, if that had been a guy doing that to a woman, they’d have been expelled immediately. She didn’t even get detention.”

“Yeah, it’s a bit unfair. You know, I’m quite enjoying having someone that agrees with me completely.”

“Yeah, it’s nice.”

“So, tell me a secret only we know.”

“Alright, this is the most recent one we’ve had. Since we gained the collar, we’ve started being affected by it more than we’ve told anyone and are aroused by things we never used to.”

“That’s not really a secret, Abby and Ava both have realised that.”

“Yes, but the secret is that right now we’re both wondering what it’d be like to have sex with an exact duplicate of ourselves.”

“That’s true,” Jack admitted. He didn’t feel shy about admitting that to what was practically himself. Yes, he had fooled around with Ava turned into a copy of him, but she’d had her own memories, thoughts and feelings. This copy of him knew exactly what he was thinking and what he liked. Leah suddenly leaned forward and kissed him and he kissed her back.

Their hands roamed each other’s bodies before finding their way downward. Jacks into his copy’s bikini bottoms and theirs into his shorts. They found each other’s cocks and stroked them as they made out. It was the copy that broke the kiss first, kissing his way down Jack’s body and along his stomach as he pulled down Jack’s shorts.

He pulled Jack to the floor, laying him down as the copy turn around. He swung his leg over Jack’s head before leaning forward and taking Jack’s cock in his mouth. Jack tugged the copies bikini bottoms to one side, freeing his cock before Jack took it into his mouth. The both groaned as they sucked each other’s cock, licking and teasing all the spots they knew they loved the most. It didn’t take long before they both felt their orgasms approaching and knew exactly when to stop.

Without saying anything, they both knew what to do next as Jack rolled over and lifted his ass into the air while the copy moved behind him. He felt his hands on his hips as the copy pressed his cock against Jack’s ass. Jack groaned, his cock felt huge spreading his ass open and he moaned as the thick head sunk inside him.

The copy slowly began to thrust into Jack, knowing exactly how fast to go and when to make sure Jack enjoyed it as much as possible. The copy just thought about how it had felt before and what he had enjoyed and tried to emulate that, which seems to work as Jack moaned below him.

Jack’s cock hung untouched, bouncing between his legs with each thrust of the copy’s hips. Jack could feel the copies cock pressing on his sensitive insides, sending waves of pleasure through his core and down his cock. He was getting close to cumming without even touching his cock as the copy pounded his prostate in just the right way.

“Oh fuck, I’m gonna cum if you keep going!” Jack warned. He wanted the copy to have a turn feeling what he felt, but the copy didn’t slow down.

“In four hours, I won’t exist, better you fully enjoy this experience than me,” the copy groaned. Jack didn’t argue and braced himself as the pleasure built. He cried out as the copy slammed into him over and over, the pleasure peaking as his cock twitched beneath him and began spilling its seed all over the tiles below him. His body tremble and shook, tremors running through his legs as his orgasm spread across his whole body.

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Summer 1987

Miriam Beckman laid back on the canvas and wood beach recliner, enjoying the midday sun as it spread across the Santa Monica hotel’s veranda. The breeze off the ocean was a cool complement to the warm sunlight as both washed across her body, at least that part of it not covered by what she liked to call her almost-there bikini, a garment that amounted to little more than a few pieces of fabric held together by even skimpier bits of string.

When she decided to get a little sun this morning, the five-foot three-inch brunette initially regretted not having packed something a bit more modest, but after wearing the swimsuit for a while, she now couldn’t be happier. The only way she could’ve gotten more of an all body tan would’ve been to go nude, and while she had done so before, it had always been in far more secluded surroundings. As it was, the top half of her outfit barely covered her 34C bust, while the bottom left even less to the imagination. Also, if she ever attempted to use the suit in the matter it was advertised, Miriam was sure it would never hold together once wet.

A sudden shadow unexpectedly blocked the sun, causing the twenty-six year old brunette to open her eyes, removing her sunglasses as she sat up. There, standing at the foot of the chair, was a blue shirted cabana boy and, as her gaze shifted to the colorful drink on the tray in his hand, the expression on her face turned to one of disappointment.

“Jamie, I thought we’d already settled this,” Miriam said, exasperation in her tone.

One of the drawbacks of being on vacation alone, especially if you looked like Miriam, was that you drew a lot of unwanted attention. In just the hour she had been out on the terrace, two men had already sent over drinks as an overture to an introduction, only to have each sent back with a firm, but polite, no thank you. Finally, she’d had a small talk with the young man before her and, after adding a generous trip to her request, thought she’d put an end to the interruptions. The next time anyone tried to send over a drink, he would, politely, inform the gentleman that the lady wasn’t looking for company.

“Si, Miss Beckman, I told the men at the bar that you didn’t wish to be disturbed,” the eighteen-year-old said, “but this is not…”

He didn’t get a chance to finish as she cut him off with a wave of her hand.

“Alright, point out which idiot still insisted on sending it over and I’ll break the bad news to him myself,” Miriam said, rising to her feet as she looked in the direction of the Tiki Bar.

What she found was, although the lineup at the small bar was different than before, the quality of it hadn’t changed. If anything, it had even gone down a few notches. Reflecting on that fact, part of her considered that the cabana boy would’ve been a more appealing prospect, that is if she liked them that young, which she didn’t.

“I’m afraid I’m the idiot,” a decidedly non-masculine voice said from off to Jamie’s right, interrupting her consideration.

Turning back around, Miriam looked past the teenager and saw a tall, short haired blonde whom she took to be in her late thirties. Wearing black slacks, a white top with a red ascot and a sky-blue blazer that carried the crest of the resort on its breast pocket, the decidedly attractive woman dispelled Miriam’s annoyance with a broad smile. One enticing enough to even draw a man’s attention away from a bust that was fully the equal of Miriam’s own.

“We haven’t met,” the woman began to say as, with two long strides, she moved past Jamie and extended her hand, “well, at least not face to face, but I’m Nicole Devereaux.”

“Nicole …” Miriam started to repeat, only to pause as both the name and the slight but delightful French accent rang a bell in her head. “Oh, of course, we’ve spoken over the phone many times.”

As if she had her rolodex sitting right in front of her, Miriam recalled that Nicole Devereaux was the Director of Guest Relations here at the Seaside Pacific. As the older woman had said, the two of them had never actually met, but as a travel agent back in Chicago Miriam had talked to her over the phone a number of times over the last year. Their last conversation had been two months ago, when she had booked what was supposed to be a long weekend aware from home, which was all the vacation she could afford nowadays.

“I’m sorry that I wasn’t here to greet you when you arrived yesterday,” Nicole said as their hands met, “but I’m sure my staff took good care of you.”

“Yes, they did,” Miriam said, now displaying her own best smile, “real VIP treatment.”

“I’m glad to hear that,” Nicole softly laughed. “Otherwise heads would have rolled.”

As she shared the chuckle, Miriam compared the real Nicole with the image she’d formed over the phone, quickly deciding that reality was far better than what imagination had provided. antalya escort Aside from her physical appearance, which said she took good care of herself, the older woman had such a positive and powerful sense of presence that it was impossible not to like her.

“It was nice of you to take the time to come out and say hello,” Miriam said as she sat back down on the edge of the recliner.

“Well, professional courtesy aside,” Nicole said as she sat down on the empty chair next to Miriam’s, “I’ll also admit to some curiosity about the person behind the voice on the phone. In a business like ours, we sometimes spend years talking to people across the country, yet never actually meet.”

Miriam nodded her head, thinking that was true. As she did so, Nicole turned to Jamie and said that he could just leave the drink on the small table between the chairs, which he proceeded to do so.

“So, tell me, how is my old friend Gareth doing these days,” Nicole inquired as the young waiter walked away. “Is he still as gregarious as ever?”

“You’ve met Gareth?” Miriam asked, the image of the boisterous, bearded owner of her agency appearing in her head.

“Oh, many times,” Nicole said, “the last was, oh let me see, it has to have been two, no, three years ago. Still, he does leave an impression that stay with you.”

“That he does,” Miriam smiled, agreeing with her assessment of Gareth Northwell.

“In fact, I talked to him just the other day,” Nicole continued. “He called to ask me to make sure that you had a good time on your vacation.”

“Did he now?” Miriam replied, really surprised that he would do that.

“Well, maybe not in so many words,” Nicole added, “but he did say that anything that I could do to expedite things for you would be greatly appreciated by the Northwell Agency.”

“Now that sounds like Gareth,” Miriam laughed.

They exchanged a few more comments about their mutual associate as well as their business in general. Then Nicole shifted the conversation to the more immediate reason she had stopped by.

“I have some good news for you,” the older blonde said. “Do you remember, back when you made your reservations, you inquired about having dinner at Bonnaire’s?”

“Actually, I do,” Miriam recalled, now clearly remembering the conversation. “Just about every travel brochure I’ve read about this area raves about that place, calling it the kind of restaurant that everyone should experience at least once.”

“Which is absolutely true,” Nicole agreed. “I’m sure you also remember that, at the time, since it has become so popular, I wasn’t sure I could guarantee you a reservation. When I called them about it, they were already booked up halfway into the summer.”

“I know places in Chicago like that,” Miriam pointed out. “As soon as they become really hot spots, they also become impossible to get into.”

“Well, the details about it aren’t important, but I’ve managed to get you and your boyfriend dinner reservations,” Nicole said. “The only drawback is that they’re for tonight. I hope that’s not a problem.”

Miriam’s reaction to what should’ve been great news took Nicole by surprise. Instead of excitement, or even simple satisfaction, her face displayed disappointment. It only lasted a moment, but long enough for Nicole to think that, however inadvertently, she’d said something wrong.

“Lee didn’t come with me to Los Angeles,” Miriam said.

“Oh, I didn’t know that,” Nicole replied, thinking that when she had checked at the front desk, she had only inquired if Miriam had arrived, not if anyone had been with her.

“We, er, well, we broke up,” Miriam clarified, “a few weeks ago.”

“But the hotel reservation still said…” Nicole started to say, then thought better of it.

“Since we were being comped on the room, I never thought to change the reservations,” Miriam explained.

“Oh,” Nicole replied, knowing full well that it had been Gareth that had arranged for that as well.

She was curious as to what might have happened, but knew better than to be so crass as to ask. If Miriam wanted to share the why, she would do so. If not, well, it really wasn’t any of Nicole’s business.

“Well, you came, and I’m sure you’re going to have a great time,” Nicole said, moving the conversation forward.

“Do you think we might change that to a table for one?” Miriam inquired, turning her own focus back to the restaurant.

Now it was Nicole’s face that grimaced. “That could be a problem, because Bonnaire’s really frowns on single tables,” she replied. “Rightly or wrongly, they feel that the sight of people eating alone destroys the ambiance.”

“I was afraid of that,” Miriam said, disappointment in her voice.

“I’m really sorry,” Nicole said with genuine regret.

“It’s okay,” Miriam responded. “It’s just that after recommending it to so many people, I’d really like to have seen if the reality matched the hype.”

“You know, it might not be exactly ethical,” Nicole said after thinking about konyaaltı escort it for a few seconds, “but I could call them and say that you’d been sent by your agency to write a review or something like that. They might be willing to make an exception for that.”

The idea was tempting, and Miriam did consider it for a moment, but then put it aside. It was one thing to stretch the truth on her own, but she wasn’t going to ask someone else to do it for her. Lies had a way of becoming undone, and she didn’t want to see whatever relationship Nicole had with the restaurant, and she obviously had one since she was able to get the reservation in the first place, damaged.

“No, I wouldn’t want you to do that…” Miriam started to say, only to abruptly stop when she realized that the answer to the problem was literally sitting right in front of her. “I know,” she said, her tone now excited, “why don’t you have dinner with me?”

“Me?” Nicole replied with genuine surprise.

“Sure, why not?” Miriam continued. “If you think about it, you’re probably the closest thing I have to a friend here in LA.”

“Well, I …” Nicole started to say, hesitation in her voice.

“It’s either going to be you, or one of the clod squad over there,” Miriam said with a smile, arching her neck in the direction of the Tiki Bar. “Would you really wish that on me?”

Following Miriam’s lead, Nicole took a long look at the sad grouping at the bar. Her reaction was nearly identical to the younger woman’s only a few minutes before.

“No, I guess I couldn’t live with that on my conscience,” Nicole said after a few moments’ reflection.

“Great,” Miriam said with exuberance.

“I’m going to have to rearrange some things, but I’m sure there won’t be a problem,” Nicole added.

“Great,” Miriam repeated. “What time did you say the reservation was for?”

Nicole told her and they agreed to meet in the hotel lobby a half hour before. The restaurant was within walking distance and the weather forecast was already calling for a near perfect evening.

“I’ll see you at seven then,” Nicole said as she got up from the recliner.

“It’s a date,” Miriam smiled, not really noticing, as she did, Nicole’s reaction to her choice of words.

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Miriam spent another half hour out on the veranda, then headed back to her room to change into a comfortable pair of black slacks and a light blue blouse, the perfect thing for an afternoon of shopping. Not that she really planned to buy anything, but it was still good to get out and enjoy the sights.

She had a light salad at a local eatery, just enough to carry her until dinner later that night. The afternoon weather was, as it had been since she’d gotten to California, spectacular. This is what spring is supposed to be like, she’d thought as she exited the small bistro, a far cry from what passed for it back in the Windy City. Reaching her beachfront hotel, she checked for any messages, then headed back up to her room.

A quick shower followed, after which, wrapped in her towel, she stepped out onto the room’s small terrace which overlooked the beach. The sun out over the Pacific had dropped much lower in the sky, but it was still bright enough to blanket the water below with its warmth. As a result, there were still plenty of people enjoying the sand covered shore.

‘If I dropped the towel and stood here naked, I wonder if anyone would even notice,’ Miriam thought mischievously as she felt the terry cloth wrapping shift as she leaned over the railing.

That was exactly the sort of thing that would’ve really pissed Lee off, she further thought. Oh, it was okay in the bedroom, there he had no problem with her getting a bit freaky, but a certain decorum was always expected in public. So much so that there were times when their relationship had been downright boring.

“Screw you, Lee,” she said to the empty air as, stepping back from the rail, she gave the towel a tug and let it fall to the ground.

Miriam stood there in the early evening sun for a good five or so minutes, during which she noted the few lighter areas of skin that her tiny bikini had shielded from the sun. Her unplanned nudity felt strangely liberating and she began to wonder if there might be a nude beach nearby where she might balance out her tan. Perhaps she could ask Nicole?

The thought reminded her that earlier, she had felt slightly guilty about having put the Director on the spot with her impromptu dinner invitation. From the older woman’s reaction, it was possible that she already had plans for the evening and only said yes as a courtesy to

their professional relationship. If that was the case, she’d have to make sure that Nicole enjoyed herself enough to make up for the imposition.

Grabbing the towel off the floor, she tossed it over her shoulder and, still naked, strode back into the hotel room. She had already selected an outfit for the evening, one she had purchased especially for the trip. alanya escort Another thing Lee was going to miss out on, she thought.

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Having traded her quasi-uniform for a more flattering blue and white dress, Nicole waited in the lobby, taking note that the clock on the wall still had five minutes before it marked the hour. Initially she wasn’t sure going to dinner with Miriam was a good idea, but now she found herself looking forward to it. Yes, it could very well turn out to be a lousy night of listening to her bitch about her ex, but then again, it could also be a chance to enjoy some pleasant company — something she hadn’t done in a while.

At almost seven on the dot, Miriam stepped out of the elevator wearing a rich purple evening dress that perfectly hugged just about every curve in her body. The top of her dress accented the full breasts beneath, displaying just enough skin to still be considered appropriate. The hem at the other end was just high enough to equally highlight a pair of nearly flawless legs. Around her waist was a thin, white corded belt, just to provide a bit of contrast. A small, thin shoulder wrap completed the outfit.

“Wow, I feel like I’m underdressed,” Nicole said, once Miriam approached her. “You look fabulous.”

“Thank you,” Miriam laughed with a wave of her hand, as if to deflect the compliment. “I just figured that, since I brought it along, I might as well wear it.”

“An outfit like that deserves to make an entrance,” Nicole noted. “So now, even though it’s a nice night, I’m glad I arranged for a ride for us.”

As they stepped outside, Miriam assumed Nicole was talking about a taxi or something comparable. Therefore, she was taken back when they got to the curb and found an old-fashioned open horse carriage waiting, a female driver in traditional garb standing by to help them aboard.

“A friend owed me a favor, so I figured, what the hell, why not?” Nicole said in way of explanation.

They climbed aboard and, even though the ride was only a short ten minutes, it was spectacular. Onlookers stopped to point them out and tourists took their photograph, making Miriam feel like the center of attention.

“What time does this turn back into a pumpkin?” Miriam whimsically asked as they made a wide turn onto the street where the restaurant was located.

“I’m afraid we’re going to have to take more conventional transportation back,” Nicole replied. “Favors only go so far. But I hope you enjoyed it.”

“I don’t think I’m ever going to forget it,” Miriam beamed.

They had just disembarked from the carriage when, having spotted Nicole, the doorman outside Bonnaire’s rushed over to meet them and, guiding them past the line of waiting guests, ushered them into the restaurant. There in the foyer he turned them over to the maître d’, who in turn passed them along to the senior waiter who showed them to their table. All three of them took the time to say how nice it was to see her in the house once again.

“Now it’s my turn to say, wow,” Miriam said once they’d been seated. “You must really rate.”

“I used to come here a lot,” Nicole simply said, as if to downplay all the attention.

Miriam doubted that was the reason, just as she was sure that the table they were shown to, situated as it was in a prime location, was not the one she would’ve been shown to if she had come here with Lee. Still, remembering what they say about ‘gift horses’, she declined to comment on either.

“Do you have any idea what you want to order?” Nicole asked as they opened the leather-bound menus that their waiter had left after taking their drink orders.

“Oh, I think I’ve known from the day we started planning this trip,” Miriam replied, a slight pause drawing attention to the fact that she’d said we rather than I.

Skipping over the faux pas, she recited from memory exactly what she wanted, a litany she repeated when the waiter returned with their drinks.

“You know, that sounds pretty good,” Nicole said as she closed her own menu. “Why don’t you bring me the same.”

“Very good, Ma’am,” the waiter, who has introduced himself as, Paul, said before withdrawing.

Dinner proved to be as enjoyable as Miriam could have imagined, all four courses of it. Equally enjoyable was the conversation that went with it, as Nicole proved to be as charming and knowledgeable as she was lovely. Miriam learned more about the hotel industry in two hours than she had in two years of booking reservations at them. They got along so well that it felt like they’d already known each other for weeks, instead of only hours. Eventually their discussion slowly shifted from the professional to the personal, including what had happened between her and Lee.

“I didn’t want to ask, but I guess I am curious,” Nicole said, once Miriam brought the subject up.

“Well, don’t worry, I’m not one of those women who can’t stop bitching about her ex,” the younger woman smiled, alleviating Nicole’s concern of earlier. “I wish I could give you an interesting reason, like that he cheated or something like that, but that wasn’t the case. I honestly just woke up one morning two weeks ago, looked at him on the other side of the bed, and, as much as I once thought he might be the one, suddenly knew that he wasn’t. After that, there didn’t seem much point in going on.”

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Sometimes things start with a look or a glance. An unexpected meeting. Something gone astray. Other times it’s just the routines of life. In any event, my first lesbian relationship was during one of those routine life experiences.

I was a tennis player in college. Not great but not horrible either. I had a powerful serve and because I’m left handed and could really put some crazy English on the ball I could make up for an average ground game. I was on the varsity women’s as well as mixed doubles. Not bad for a girl who really wanted to be on Cheer-didn’t get on the squad as I wasn’t “perky and energetic” enough and for whom tennis was a sideline fun thing to do.

And before you all think the wrong thing, the girls on the team weren’t all raging lesbians. Most girls had boyfriends but there were the ones you wondered about as they never dated or their boyfriends lived out of town and were always too busy to come see them, yada, yada, yada. And when it came to boy talk they never seemed to have the lingo down right-when you’ve had sex with a boy you talk about it a way that speaks of passion and experience and their descriptions of their relationships never seemed to jive.

Back then too no one ever came out but we all kind of knew which girls didn’t like boys as much as they liked girls. It wasn’t a big deal as college then was a time for experimenting and who knows if they were really les or if it was just a time for trying new things.

So after practice one afternoon, I went back to my sorority house as I randomly felt like showering there. I was still in my practice uniform right down to the old school girls tennis polo, tennis skirt and spanky panties. About halfway home I started regretting that choice as I was hot and sweaty-soaked really and had to walk past frat row. Of course the boys were out on their front porches drinking and then of course they started catcalling me. Can’t tell you how many times I heard how they wanted to spank me with my racket or offered to let me use their showers. It was fun to be flirted with but it was also annoying. Couldn’t they at least come up with better lines?

Anyway got to my house and went right into the kitchen to get a glass of orange juice. Jeannie was in there with a couple of the girls and for whatever reason gave me the once over I’d long associated with how a boy will look at you when he likes what he sees. Jeannie was a soph like me but we weren’t in the same pledge class and I kind of knew her but other then parties and formals we weren’t especially close.

I was knocked off my stride a bit as I wasn’t expecting bagdat caddesi escort her to look at me that way, smacked my racket bag against my leg and kind of fell against one of the refrigerators. Jeannie bounced up, came over, asked me if I was ok and helped me up. In so doing, she brushed her hand up under my skirt and felt my spanky panties and butt cheeks for a brief moment. Our eyes met and my knees were ever so weak. Her eyes were brown, she was a dark readhead and up close I noticed that she had freckles all over her nose and cheeks. For a moment I felt this bolt of lightning jolt through me as she held me and looked up closely into my eyes. If she was a guy I’d have kissed her I think as I was so moved by her sexy eyes and freckles.

Jeannie is shorter than me, compact with large brown eyes, short thick and luxurious auburn red hair, freckles and small breasts. She looked a lot like Dorothy Hamill. On this day she was wearing hospital scrubs and one of our sorority themed t-shirts.

The moment passed and recovering my poise, thanked Jeannie and got my juice.

A few days passed. Not like we were avoiding each other or anything but we were both busy, the school year was ending in a month or so, and there was more than enough going on to keep busy with.

But after those few days we ran into each other on campus going through one of the student lounges. Our actions were normal but we were both feeling something. I just knew it.

During the course of the conversation Jeannie asked me to play a round of golf with her. It was her sport and not mine-I’ve always been a hacker even from the ladies tees but she was able to play for free at a local private country club. We had a deal that allowed it for university golfers under the same arrangement that we had for using their championship courts for our tennis team matches with other schools.

I was really curious now but agreed on the condition that I could get clubs and spikes to use as I had neither with me.

So the next day we went after our classes were over. I didn’t have ladies golf wear-that beside clubs and spikes were some of the few things I left at home with my parents so I wore one of my white tennis skirts and an Izod polo…and yes that included my spanky panties as they were too short to wear with normal panties.

We teed off and started the round, largely making small talk.

Even though Jeannie was small and petite, her drives went miles farther than mine and she didn’t let me drop a ball or play where she hit like my boyfriends would…so nisantasi escort I started getting a bit bored after the 12th hole and asked her about what had happened between us the other day. Jeannie fumbled her words around a bit and then fell silent. It was ok with me that we sat in the cart for a moment. The sun was getting lower in the west and would be setting in a couple of hours. I was enjoying the day out even if my golf was embarrassing.

Out of nowhere she reached over and took my face in her hands and kissed me. It was sweet and kind and gentle. I kissed her back, our tongues met up. I forgot that we were in a golf cart on a golf course as we must have made out for a good ten minutes. Seemed like we both needed to come up for air. Surprisingly no one was behind us and whomever was ahead of us was long gone. We’d kind of lucked out that no one saw us necking.

We looked around and saw that there was literally no one on the course.

Feeling a surprising sense of newfound freedom, we played further although now we were holding hands and giving each other pecks on the cheek instead of a high 5 for a good shot or even not such a good shot. Jeannie even felt compelled to give me an informal lesson that included standing behind me holding the clubs in both of our hands or adjusting my hips just so on a follow through. Corny right? Seemed like fun at the time. We finished up with a little bit of daylight left and turned in the cart, my loaner clubs and spikes the club let me use.

We started walking to Jeannie’s car and we were both feeling a bit sad when Jeannie grabbed my hand and walked me back over to the course behind the putting greens. We went behind a line of eucalyptus trees and started some serious making out. I pushed her against a tree and kissed her again and again. She found just the right spot on my neck and nibbled and bit me in just the right way.

While time seemed to stop, we just kept slobbering all over each other. I got really brave and felt Jeannie’s butt. It was soft and slightly jiggly. Jeannie started kissing my neck again and I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties pulled them down a bit past her cheeks and felt her flesh. Warm and a bit sweaty from golfing I ran my fingers down the crack of her butt. She made a noise deep in her throat, shivered a bit and if I had to guess she had a small orgasm. She had run her hands up underneath my polo shirt and was firmly twisting my nipples through my somewhat unsexy but thin sports bra. Now it was my turn to have a short mild but sweet orgasm.

We continued ataköy escort to kiss and fondle each other in the fast fading light of a mid springs afternoon. Jeannie raised my arms up and took off my polo and unhooked my bra, leaving me exposed and topless. With afternoon coming to an end, the temperature went from hot to slightly chilly. My breasts were bouncy and my nipples were hard from the attention Jeannie was giving them. I managed to get her panties down around her ankles and started to explore her pussy. She was unshaven, with thicker hair around her pussy lips but it was faint and sparse away from those lips. And those lips! They were thick and supple to the touch. Her clit was peeking out slightly which told me that she was very excited. Apart from gym showers and sleepovers I hadn’t seen a girl naked and certainly not in a love embrace. I played with her clit, pinching and rubbing it with alternating intensity. Jeannie moaned and panted and came. I entered her with my index finger and continued to rub her clit with my thumb. Another orgasm-this one was a big one and I knew that I had deeply satisfied her.

Jeannie had moved down to my breasts. Kissing and fondling each one, I had several mini orgasms- really they were enough to take my breath away ever so much but not enough for an eruption of pleasure. She had angled me away from the tree and over to a bench near a tool shed. Pushing me down she got on my lap and we kissed while she wriggled around on me. Soon she slid down to her knees. Pushing my knees apart, she nuzzled my pussy. I rubbed my left breast, and with my free hand, held the back of Jeannie’s head and made sure that I guided her to all the right places. She pulled my spankies down but left my g-string on. Then laughing a bit that I’d wear a g-string, then pulled those down around my ankles as well.

Then she got down to it on my pussy, shoving her tongue deep inside me. Over and over. Back and forth up and down. Biting my clit and feeling me get wetter, and wetter and wetter. I moaned and shrieked a bit as she hit me just right and I clamped my hands on her ears and shoved her mouth and tongue deep inside. I arched my back to get the right angle, settled a bit then arched my back again as I came.

I needed a break and pulled Jeannie back on my lap. We held each other tightly, and kissed, partially naked in the twilight. It was wonderful.

After a short while we dressed each other and walked back to Jeannie’s car, arm in arm. Like a sap, I even sat right next to her on the seat, like a good girlfriend would.

As we drove away from the club and onto the drive where Greek Row began, we separated and acted like 2 friends back from a day out. One thing though-as we walked into the house, I was only wearing my g-string panties-Jeannie had asked for my sweaty spankies and of course I had to let her!

There is more to this and I’ll write about it soon.

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Nothing beats the feeling of two soft, warm thighs spread around your neck I think as sweet, fiery Ginny settles her knees beside my head and lowers her dripping cunt to my waiting lips. Her vivid green eyes meet mine as my tongue first catches her clit and her first moans sneak past her lips. Oh fuck Natalie…your faint breathless curses work their way through the fog of pussy clouding my mind and spur me on. I drive my tongue deep inside you, your inner quim muscles sucking at my tongue as I use it to fuck you. You grind your hips down, mashing your drenched quim against my delving tongue and lips. Your exquisite taste has my own pussy soaking wet, a faint trickle of juice slickening the crack of my ass. The sweet heat between my thighs and the wanton slut above me driving me crazy, I reach for my clit. Your hands dart down and snatch both my arms atop my head.

“Oh lover you know better,” you purr down at me, green eyes holding me spellbound as I gently lap at your clit,” I need you full attention first and then I’m going to mount you and fuck you into oblivion. All your pleasure is mine, so no touching!” I agree with smiling eyes and return to the task at hand. I use my fingers to spread your inner lips and thrust my tongue as deep as I can. Using my thumb on your clit in a maddening circle has your hips mindlessly thrusting against my face and practically bathes me in your cum.

“OH!! OH!! OHHHHH!! GOSH YESS! OHHH!!” Ginny’s cries shake the rafters as she detonates above me. Her wailing abruptly stops however when I shove three fingers deep inside her and suck her clit into my mouth, hard. I moan at the sound of the breath leaving Ginny’s lungs in a rush. With a gasp and a frankly kind of scary growl she recovers and fists her hands into my hair. Ginny grinds her cunt into my face and I fuck her with all I’ve got, tongue working her clit double time, and I’m almost tuzla escort out of air when BAM!

“Oh yeah fuck me slut!! Get that tongue deep I’m fuckin’ cumming!!” Ginny orders me as comes for a second time in as many minutes. My darling slutty Ginny loses all decorum and squats above my face, using the better angle to fuck my face with her pussy while my hands spread her sexy little ass. Suddenly Ginny slides forward and now my tongue is all over her ass. “Yeah baby lick my ass! You love being such a dirty little slut, don’t you?” Ginny gasps eagerly. I don’t bother to reply, I simply wrench her ass cheeks further apart and drive my tongue as deep as I can into her tight asshole. Delirious with pleasure, I’m practically fisting the gorgeous red head above me when she begins to shake and really pound her pussy and ass into my driving tongue.

“I’m going to cum again bitch,” purrs a now almost trance-like Ginny, moaning and gyrating above me,” and when I cum you’re going to shallow every last bit of me up…” lost in Ginny’s slick, delicious pussy I don’t see her hands descend. But I feel the tension and sudden lack of oxygen immediately. The lightheadedness makes the ache and pleasure in my own quim intensify a thousand-fold! I buck and moan mindlessly, pussy dripping everywhere, all the while never missing a beat as Ginny rides my tongue, using my whole face to fuck her cunt and ass. Just as feel like I’m losing my grip on consciousness, she slackens her grip and when I suck on her clit like its life itself she loses her mind!

“Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!!” my woman half screams half begs as she splashes me with the sweetest cum ever. I do as she commanded earlier and lap up every last drop, cleaning her pussy and ass with hedonistic pleasure. My tongue is almost numb as I gently ease it inside her to gather the very last bit of cum. I drag Ginny’s pendik escort now completely limp and helpless body down beside mine and kiss her. I kiss her deeply, sharing my tasty surprise and probing her luscious mouth, my body still eager and excited. The sexy, sated goddess in my arms kisses me back lazily but with surprising passion.

“Don’t you think for a moment I’ve forgotten my promise to you , mi amore. I’m going to ride you like the bitch in heat you are.” Ginny delivers flatly, with a most deadly expression. The bottom of my stomach drops and my breathing hitches. She gets me on a primal level, knows how much I love the chase. But she is no mood to play now and simply commands me to fetch her cock. I bound out of bed and quickly retrieve her favourite strap-on. It’s nothing obscene, 7 inches and of average width but it fits snugly to Ginny’s lithe body and comes with a vibrating clit stimulator that tends to work wonders for both of us. The familiar hum sets my body to trembling as Ginny straps in and slaps my ass, moving me into the sluts favored position, ass in the air and head on a pillow. My sweet, devilish lover teases me with the head of her cock and sighs in contentment. I am so wet I’m dripping down the insides of my thighs and her cock is already soaked just gliding against my outer lips and driving me wild. Without warning Ginny snaps her slim hips forward and buries herself entirely inside my aching pussy!

“Oh sweet Jesus YES! Please baby fuck me, please! I need you to move honey please!” I beg you shamelessly, grinding down onto your hard cock, pussy muscles clenching and sucking. You deny me and instead just grind your hips further into me, enjoying the sensation on your clit. I writhe and beg, spreading my ass cheeks wide for you and arching my back like a slut. Anything to entice you, to wake the beast inside maltepe escort you. Anything to slake the lust that consumes me when you treat me like the slut I am. I mewl pitifully and thrust my ass as high as I can into the air, your cock almost slipping free of my grasping pussy. This seems to snap your control and with a snarl your rip your cock free of me. Roughly you flip me over, bruising my thighs as you shove my legs wide open, leaving my knees by my ears. Greens eyes blazing and locked with mine, you use your hips to find my dripping cunt with your cock. Your hands are too busy. One has my wrists locked above my head in a vice like grip. The other is twisting my nipples mercilessly, tugging and pinching, loving the way they harden and get extra sensitive for you. As soon as you feel my opening with your questing cock, you plunge inside me at the perfect angle to find that place. The place where pleasure and pain fuse seamlessly and I lose all control.

A demented grin splits your face as you watch my eyes roll back in my head, and you pull out quickly, leaving just the head to help guide you back inside quickly. You start a punishing rhythm with full, brutal thrusts designed to make me beg, to make me tap out. Designed to force me to admit your domination over me. But my beast is not so easily tamed, and is almost the match to hers. Which is what makes sex with Ginny so intoxicating. All consuming. Even now, as she bends me in half and stuffs me full of her cock, I want to worship her pussy more than I want to come. And I really fucking want to cum! That is the power this woman has over me. But this is what she wants right now. She wants my fight and fire. So I surprise her by grabbing her face and stuffing my tongue down her throat. I will always have a bit of an oral fixation. She groans with pleasure at my surprise attack and starts to swivel her hips as she thrusts. This has the desired affect and I am soon clawing at her back, begging her… deeper… harder… deeper… HARDER!! As she bottoms out inside my clenching, pulsing pussy she howls in triumph and joins me in the plunge. The rush of ecstasy is too much to bear and we both black out…

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I was home alone, watching TV, when there was a knock at the door. I walked to the door, and looked out the peephole.

“Who is it?” I asked.

“It’s Tricia, Rick’s secretary. I have some papers for him to sign; is he home?” I opened the door, and greeted her.

“Hey girl! Rick’s not home right now, but you can come in and wait for him if you’d like. Would you like something to drink while you wait?”

She walked in, and I closed the door behind her. As I walked behind her into the kitchen, I noticed her butt swaying a little more than usual. She was wearing this tight skirt that accented the shape of her butt, and made her legs seem longer. She was also wearing a tight sweater which made her boobs seem bigger. Maybe it was me, or maybe it was because I’d been attracted to her for some time, but never made a move on her, that I noticed all these details. She smelled like roses, and I love roses.

I moved past her to the fridge to get some juice. As I turned to get some glasses, she came up behind me, and reached up as well. Our hands touched briefly, and a spark happened. I handed her a glass, and looked into her eyes. She put the glass down on the counter, and said to me, “Um, I know that Rick is out of town this weekend, right?” I nodded dumbly. avrupa yakası escort

“I just made up that excuse about the papers because I knew you would be home, alone and possibly missing him, and I thought that I could be a substitute for him until he gets back. Is that ok with you?” Again, all I could do was nod. She came closer, her lips a breath away from mine. “You know, from the first time I saw you, I’ve wanted you. You are so cute and hot, and I’ve always had a thing for Black women. I want you, now.”

I closed my eyes and breathed in her scent. She kissed me then, surprising me with the softness of her lips. Her tongue touched my bottom lip, and my mouth involuntarily opened. She wrapped her arms around me, and I did the same. We stood there, in my kitchen, just kissing each other, the juice forgotten. When we stopped kissing, I looked into those deep blue eyes of hers, and said, “First door, upstairs on the left; be naked when I get there.”

She smiled and left the room, and I put the juice and glasses away. I took a few deep breaths, giving her time to get undressed. I walked to the stairs, and fairly flew up them. I walked to the door, and looked into the room. She was reclining on the bed, anadolu yakası escort completely naked, her nipples skyward and waiting for me. I took off my jeans and shirt, and joined her on the bed. I left my underwear on, so she would have something to unwrap, so to speak. She kissed me again, making me wet and leaving me breathless. Her hands traveled over my breasts, still inside my bra. She found the front clasp and opened it, baring my breasts to her view.

She sucked on one nipple, then the other, back and forth, back and forth, for what seemed like hours. Her hand slid down my stomach, causing the muscles to clench. My panties were soaked by the time her hand got there. She lowered them slowly, savoring the scent of me and her own scent of roses mingling together. Her tongue slipped into my pussy, and I nearly exploded. I expelled a breath loudly, and she looked up at me, with a smile. She parted my pussy lips, and began to lick and lap at me. My legs began to quiver and close around her ears. When I came, she drank every drop.

She smiled as she came up next to me, giving me a chance to catch my breath. I was about to speak, but she leaned down and kissed me. Smelling myself and roses on her, drove me crazy, etiler escort so I flipped her over, and pushed her down on the bed. I began to suck on her nipples, and it was such a rush! I squeezed her breasts together, and slid my tongue between them, and she loved it. I kissed her stomach, and moved down to her pussy, which seemed to be the source of the rose smell. I parted her pussy lips, and got my first look at a clit. I was completely fascinated by it; I couldn’t wait to taste it. I knew I should be careful, because clits are sensitive, so I tried to go slowly, but when I got her clit into my mouth, she tasted so good! I forced myself to slow down, taking cues from her body, whether to go faster or slower, and she didn’t seem to mind my inexperience. When she began to cum, I slid a finger into her pussy, and found her G-spot. Touching it made her cum all that much harder, and I drank her in.

She pushed my head away after a few minutes, and I just kept up the finger action. I came up and kissed her slowly, dribbling some of her cum into her mouth. I took my fingers out, rubbed some cum on her breasts, and said, “Lick it off.” She sat up some, reached her breast with her tongue, and licked her own cum off. I put some of mine on the other breast, and she licked that off too, so now there was a mingling of the two of us in her mouth. I kissed her passionately, then rolled over, taking her with me. We kissed and touched like there was no tomorrow. When we were spent, we laid there in each others’ arms. I smiled as I dozed off, thinking that Rick would have to take more trips abroad.

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Tori loved her job at the pet store. It involved a bit more heavy lifting than she realized, but the staff she worked with listened to her, the pay was decent for someone starting out, and she was looking forward to the managerial experience she was acquiring.

She was only twenty-five, but felt as if everything was working out for her. She had a great roommate, a new boyfriend, and she was genuinely happy with how things were turning out for her.

She was getting the dog food off of the pallets right before opening time when she was approached by the district manager, the one who oversaw operations of twenty-three of the store locations in their state.

“Oh, hi Miguel,” said Tori as she got up and took his hand. She liked Miguel being around because he only gave constructive criticism. He prided himself on problem-solving.

“Tori, great to see you again,” he said in his smooth Latin accent. “I need you to talk with the realtor that’s coming out today. I’m sorry to have to drop this on you, but you know the layout of this store better than anyone.”

“Sure, Miguel,” replied Tori. “Corporate approved the lease?”

“Yep,” he said. “We get an extra five hundred square feet of storage space. I just want you to get the keys from her and sign off on the lease agreement. She’ll show you where to sign.”

Miguel left and let Tori get back to her routine. Mark the cashier had to get a few purchases approved before she walked in. Tori turned her attention to the front door when the realtor entered.

The realtor had short black hair and a fine face. She was clearly older, but she definitely looked in great health. She was wearing black-rimmed glasses that made her fine blue eyes seem all that more fierce. She was wearing a lovely dark grey suit with a knee-high skirt, complemented by black stiletto heels. One thing that Tori noticed was the woman’s calves. They were so well-toned and defined. Tori figured she must do a lot of cycling.

Tori approached the woman. “Can I help you?” she asked.

The woman smiled and offered her hand, which Tori accepted. “Oh, how lovely to meet you!” the woman responded. “My name is Jolene Wyman. I’m with Precision Properties.” She laughed. “Please, no comments about my name. I have heard them all.” Tori looked confused. “Oh…it’s an old song, dear.”

Tori laughed. “Oh. Well, if you want to get the papers signed, we can do it in the back office.” Tori led the way to the rear.

Jolene opened the folder she had in her hand. She laid out the contracts and pointed at different parts. “I have placed tabs where to sign.” Tori found them all and signed her initials at each one.

Jolene gathered up the papers. “Thank you so much! I am sorry to bother you with this. The owners insisted on having your signature on here.” She looked Tori over, who appeared a bit nervous. “Is everything okay?”

Tori snapped out of it. “Uh, oh. I’m sorry. I was just looking at your…shoes.”

Jolene’s eyes brightened. She pivoted and lifted one of her shoes up behind her. “Aren’t they just the best?” She put her foot down and looked back at Tori. “You know, I would love to have coffee with you some time.” She reached into her jacket pocket and pulled out a card, then handed it to Tori. “I hope you give me a call.” She smiled, then left the office.

Tori looked the card over, then put it in her pocket. She could not get the vision of Jolene’s shapely calves out of her mind. She fiddled with a few things in the office before making her way back out to the floor.

She then pulled her phone out of her back pocket and dialed up Keegan. “Let’s meet tonight at my place,” she said, then hung up the phone.

That night, Tori was in a rush to get Keegan into bed. She practically pulled him through the entire apartment before throwing him down on the mattress and pulling her clothes off. She pulled off her shirt and bra, then unzipped his pants and started sucking wildly. Keegan had no time to think or react, and decided to let her have her way.

Tori jerked and sucked with fury, then stood up after a few minutes and did a shimmy with her hips to slip her yoga pants off. Keegan got the rest of his clothes off while Tori climbed on top. She rubbed at her pussy while she leaned in for a passionate kiss. “I want to fuck you so hard, baby,” she whispered into his chest. She grabbed at his member and let it slide into her.

Keegan groaned with a bit of fear. “Uh, babe? No rubber?”

Tori shushed him. “It’s okay, baby. Just pull out in time, okay?”

She guided his hard cock into her, letting it slide in. Keegan had an average sized penis, but Tori loved the way it felt regardless. “Oooh, honey,” she purred. “Oh, I love fucking you. You make me feel so good.”

Tori let herself rock back and forth on the dick while Keegan continued his own moaning. She let Keegan feel up her tits as she allowed him to fuck her.

All of a sudden, those black glasses jumped into her mind. Jolene’s nişantaşı escort strong legs were like shining pillars in those sexy fuck-me pumps. That short black hair was so powerful and commanding. The way she just set up to go meet with her made her feel special.

Tori suddenly jumped off of Keegan. “Fuck me from behind,” she ordered. Tori turned around and got on all fours, spreading wide and getting herself low to the bed. Keegan got up in behind her and inserted. Tori was sufficiently lubed up to allow for quick entry.

Keegan grabbed onto her ass cheeks and started to ram it in. “Yeah,” Tori said in a breathy voice. “Yeah, do it. Fuck me harder. Smack my ass!”

Keegan hesitated with an open hand, then gave her a small tap. “Yeah!” shouted Tori.

“Isn’t your roommate going to be home soon?” asked Keegan, almost out of breath.

Tori smiled. “Maybe we can fuck her too, eh?”

Keegan stopped. “What?”

“You want to see that, right?” asked Tori, her boyfriend still inside of her. “I can eat a girl’s pussy while you fuck me. That’s what you guys want, right?”

Keegan pulled out. “Um, you’re starting to weird me out, babe.”

Tori turned around and got up on her knees. “Wait, wait! What? I was just saying things.”

Keegan got up off the bed. “Look, Tori, I think I have to go.” He gathered up his clothes and started to get dressed.

Tori jumped up off the bed and tried to stop him with her hands. “Wait! I’m sorry. I just wanted to make things interesting.”

Keegan finished dressing and walked out of the bedroom, leaving Tori standing there. “I think I’ll call you later,” he said, not sounding enthused. He walked out of the apartment and slammed the door behind him.

Tori stood there completely naked and threw her arms up. “What the fuck was that?!” she said.

A few hours later, Tori’s roommate, Kendra, came home. Tori was on the couch watching TV, not looking terribly happy. Tori had slipped into her booty shorts and a very loose tank top.

Kendra was the more feminine of the two. She was a flirty blonde with larger breasts, although she had probably more weight on her. Tori was the mousy brunette, an athletic body and a pretty face but nothing terribly spectacular about her, at least as much as she could figure.

Kendra saw the look on her roomie’s face and had a feeling something was up. “What did he do now?”

Tori sighed. “I was just trying a little dirty talk, and he freaked out and left.”

Kendra balked. “What, he left during?”

Tori nodded. Kendra sat down next to her in disbelief. “What in God’s name could you possibly have said?”

Tori put her hands over her eyes. “I don’t want to say.”

Kendra stared hard. “Girl, I once saw you shit your pyjamas in the kitchen.”

That managed to put a smile on her face. “Those Jaeger shits sneak up on you.” They both started to laugh.

“Look, fuck Keegan,” encouraged Kendra. “I say kick him to the curb. The guy is dull as anything.”

Tori got her phone. “Hang on,” she said to Kendra. “I’ll give him a chance to explain himself.” She set the phone to speaker mode, then dialed his number. Tori put her index finger to her lips at Kendra.

“‘Lo?” said Keegan.

“Keegan, it’s Tori,” she announced. “Why did you walk out on me?”

“Uh, ’cause you’re saying messed-up shit?” he responded. “You’re mental.”

Tori pursed her lips. “Uh, I’m trying to get some heat going in the bedroom, since you seem to be incapable.” Kendra’s eyes got wide and she tried to suppress her giggles.

Keegan seemed stumped for a clever response. “Um, so listen, I think we should see other people.” Just then there was a strange female voice asking for some cash.

Tori made an outrage face. “You stupid asshole!” she shouted into the phone. “Have fun fucking needle-dick, you bitch.” She hung up and threw her phone into the couch cushion.

Kendra looked on, stunned. “That piece of shit!” Kendra put her hand on Tori’s shoulder. “Oh, hon. I’m sorry.”

Tori waved her hand. “Forget it. I’m glad it’s over. It was only two months.” She shrugged. “What do we do now?”

Kendra laughed. “Drink some Jaeger and shit ourselves?” Tori joined in on the laughing.

After a quiet weekend, Tori remembered the offer that Jolene had made to get together. She got up the courage to call her.

Jolene was excited to hear from her. “Tori, darling! I’m so glad you called. Listen, if you would like to come to my place, that would be great. I had a couple of cancellations.”

Tori scrambled to get a pen and wrote down the address. “Okay, Jolene. Thanks so much!”

She hung up her cell phone and went behind the counter. “Jen, can you mind the store for the rest of the shift? I’m cutting out early.”

Jen was willing to do so, as Tori had looked the other way for her on so many occasions. Tori dashed out of the store and made way to Jolene’s place.

Jolene atakoy eskort lived in a nice duplex, only accented with the BMW in the driveway. Tori assumed that commercial realty must have been paying well. She ran up and knocked on the door.

Jolene opened the door, the sunlight picking up on her sparkling blue eyes. She smiled so wide when she saw her new friend. “Come in! Please!” Jolene extended her hand, and Tori was led inside. Jolene was wearing one of her suits, and the skirt was still just long enough to show off her finely toned calves. Tori was mesmerized as she watched Jolene pump her legs up the stairs, her calf muscles dancing with every step.

The two of them sat at Jolene’s counter and sipped special homemade coffee. Tori was really enjoying Jolene’s company, and she was thrilled to have someone who could show her a few things about business.

Jolene suddenly got silent, staring at Tori and smiling. “I would love to show you something.”

She led Tori into the bedroom. Jolene pulled a few clothes out of her closet while Tori sat on the bed. Tori suddenly noticed there were a lot of trophies on a bookshelf behind her, as well as a few belts with medallions on them.

Jolene emerged, wearing a sleeveless blouse and denim shorts. What caught Tori’s attention right away was just how toned the rest of Jolene’s body was. Her arms were incredibly trim, and her shoulders were perfectly rounded. Her thighs were probably Tori’s favourite, with all of the muscles just tightened and rippling. Her muscles were not especially large, but there was such a sense of strength and dominance coming from her. She was so powerful, and yet so very feminine.

Jolene was also wearing her high heels, which still made her legs look even better. Tori was having a hard time breathing, as she was terribly excited by what she was seeing. Jolene started to flex and pose, doing the full flourish moves with sweeping presentation. She flexed her biceps and gave a smile to Tori. “Do you like it?”

Tori was still gasping. “I mean…you’re so…”

Jolene looked down and touched her own breasts. “I’m sorry to admit that I went for implants. I just had to, though! I lost a bit of my fat when I started my workout routine.” She turned to the side and extended out her thigh, flexing the muscles. “All-natural…except for the boobies.”

Tori was starting to sweat as she watched Jolene flex just about every muscle she had. She slowly rose from the bed and walked over to Jolene, who was still doing her flex routine. “I probably look terrible right now. It’s off-season, and my real training doesn’t start for another three months.”

Tori reached out and started to rub Jolene’s bicep. Jolene held it out to let her friend explore. “Go ahead, dear,” said Jolene. Tori allowed her hands to rub all over Jolene’s arm, making her way up to her shoulder. Tori began to moan while she rubbed, loving the firmness.

“You’re…you’re just so gorgeous,” Tori said in heaving breaths. She looked down at her legs. “Oh, can I please touch your legs? Please?”

Jolene raised her chin as if channeling royalty. “You may.”

Tori squatted down and stared at Jolene’s quadriceps. Her hands were shaking as Tori reached out, then tenderly stroked the muscles. She closed her eyes and leaned in to kiss the leg, while Jolene looked at herself in the standing mirror.

Tori sat down and spread out her legs while she continued to kiss and lick Jolene’s leg. She was moaning and gasping to the point where she was having trouble forming her lips to kiss any more. She leaned her shoulder on the leg and held on as she gasped for air.

Jolene put her hand on Tori’s head. “Darling, you need to relax. Now, I need to know, have you ever had a sexual experience with a woman before?”

Tori calmed her breathing. “No, mistress. I swear.”

Jolene smiled. “Mistress! I like the sound of that. Now, I must insist that you have a sexual experience before we share.”

Tori stood up and put her hands on Jolene’s shoulders. “Wait! Please, I need you.”

Jolene took Tori’s hands in her own. “Oh, and I can’t wait. But I want you to be ready for this. You have to go out and find another woman to make you feel special. Can you do that for me?”

Tori nodded. “Please, mistress, may I kiss you?”

Jolene leaned in and gave Tori a gentle kiss on the lips. “That will do for now,” said Jolene. “I want you to remember that our own relationship will be based on respect. I want you to feel safe. I care about you a great deal.”

Tori was still trembling with anticipation. “Have you ever done this before?”

“Oh, the muscle worship?” asked Jolene. “Certainly. I had a couple of boys before, but I find them terribly aggressive and intimidating. Then I met a young lady, probably about your age, and decided to try something different. So, she became my kitten.”

“A kitten?” asked Tori.

“Yes, it’s an affectionate ümraniye escort name for the muscle worshipper. I just find it so cute.” Jolene stroked Tori’s face with the back of her hand. “I’ll give you a bit more of a show to hold you over, okay?”

Jolene removed her shirt, wearing a sparkly bikini top likely used for Jolene’s competitions. She flexed her biceps while she stiffened her abs. Tori looked as if her head would explode. She started to press down on her crotch. “I have to! I have to!”

Jolene held out her hand. “No. You have to stop.” Tori obliged. Jolene put her hands on her hips. “Now please, take a look. Think of me when you’re having sex with that special woman. I want you to enjoy yourself, but you will come back to me. Do you understand?”

Tori nodded. “I want you so badly, mistress. I will do as you ask.”

Jolene put her shirt back on, then walked Tori to the door. She gave Tori one more kiss before taking her outside. “Go and enjoy yourself first.”

Tori went home and contemplated her options. She pulled out her phone and looked for a dating app. She found one called Bumpr, a lesbian dating service. She figured it was worth it to at least find out what was out there. She was determined to follow through with Jolene’s request.

Tori found a nice beach shot that Kendra took last summer and used it as her profile picture. She entered in a short profile and uploaded. She then decided to wait for a bit before trying to find any new matches.

Tori went into her bedroom and lay down on the bed. She was so excited from watching Jolene that she had to release. She stripped down naked and began to rub at herself. “Oh, I’m so fat,” Tori whispered to herself. She was masturbating with such fury at this point. “God, I want to fuck you, mistress! Unnhhh!”

Tori finished within a matter of a few minutes. She lay on the bed staring at the ceiling. After fifteen minutes, Kendra came in the front door. “Tor? You home?” she called out from the living room.

“Yeah!” yelled Tori, still lying there.

Kendra opened the door to Tori’s bedroom. “Hey, I was thinking we should—OH!” Kendra slammed the door shut with her on the other side. “I’m so sorry! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” Tori replied. “I need to fuck a girl.”

“Ummm…okay,” Kendra said, sounding uncomfortable. “I can’t help you there. So…why?”

“I just need to is all,” Tori said.

“Um…okay, Tor,” said Kendra. “I’ll just be in my room, all right?”

Tori got herself dressed. She wanted to apologize to Kendra, but decided to let her chill out first. She went out into the living room to retrieve her phone. She looked at it and saw that the app was still running. Tori then noticed that she had a rose sent to her. She clicked on it and it opened a new profile.

There was a cute, cherub-faced girl there with a link to her profile. Tori opened it and found the username CarrotCake26. The girls sounded as if she would be fun to be around, and had a clever joke about science fiction.

Tori decided to send her back a response. CarrotCake 26 was only six miles from her apartment. She gave a suggestion for a tapas restaurant they could try, and said to meet there tomorrow at seven.

Tori had made it in first, and wore her green sleeveless dress. After a few minutes of waiting at an extra-high table, in walked CarrotCake26. She had a lovely form-fitting rainbow stripe dress. CarrotCake26 was curvy in all the right places, and she had a lovely chubby face that glowed with excitement. She did a shuffling dance over to Tori and squealed as she led them into a hug.

They both sat down and instantly started to talk. CarrotCake was actually Sammy, an excitable bundle of nervous gestures. Tori did her best to keep up with her. Sammy’s eyes lit up as several plates of food were brought to the table.

“Oh, you’re so lucky!” cooed Sammy. “You get to work with animals all day.”

Tori took a drink from her wine glass. “Mmm. At least the fish are quiet.”

“Oh, it has to be better than a hardware store!” Sammy started to laugh. “I mix paint all day. Some people say the fumes are making me goofy!”

They talked for another ninety minutes, then decided to head to the fountain park. Tori and Sammy tried to race through the dancing water fountain in their bare feet, screaming with joy.

Tori took Sammy to her place, and they sat on the couch. Kendra was out of the apartment for several hours.

“So,” said Sammy, unsure of where to take the conversation. “What made you want to get on Bumpr?”

Tori smiled as she sighed. “I was just ready to try something different.” She dared not tell Sammy about the requirement that Jolene had put on her.

Sammy reached out and patted Tori on her thigh. “Look, if you’re just looking for a few laughs with no pressure, this is your lucky day.”

Tori looked at her curiously. “What? You…you don’t want a relationship?”

Sammy shrugged and grinned. “Oh, I just found your profile on a whim. Look, I’ve had my heart broken by someone very recently. I just wanted to have a little fun for once, y’know?”

Tori nodded. “I just…never did this before. With a girl.”

Sammy’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow! Well, this must be pretty exciting for you.”

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