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I was tired. I was horny. I was also getting impatient. I am not sure which of the three prompted me to push the door open and point my gun at whoever was in the room with Sarah, perhaps all three; but I did just that.

‘Okay, I have had enough.’

Sarah was sitting on the edge of her bed, and opposite her, on what should have been my couch, was a blonde woman with a gun.

‘Okay,’ I said, ‘you can shoot one of us, but I can shoot you, so what say we talk?’

‘Darling,’ said Sarah, ‘I think you may need to listen.’

Come to think of it, Sarah did not seem to be unduly distressed; I noticed that the gun was pointing downwards.

‘Sorry, darling,’ I said, ‘but having disposed of three threats in the last three hours, and downed three Turkish coffees, I am on edge, so will someone tell me what the fuck is going on before I fire this bloody thing!’

The blonde gave a throaty laugh.

‘Yes, I gather from the wires that the Cousins lack two agents. We haven’t had a report on Ivan yet, but I’m guessing he is missing at least one?’ She smiled at me.

‘Okay,’ I said, putting the gun down, not without relief, ‘what is going on, who are you, why are you here?’

‘I was trying to find you, but you seemed to have vanished, so I came in to see Sarah to ask whether she had seen you, she was just telling me that you had not slept in your couch when, lo and behold, in you step, looking like a pocket Jane Bond! I take it that it was you who caused the Cousins to vanish?’

I sat down, feeling quite exhausted.

‘Yes, they seemed to think I was working for the Russian mafia, and to be honest, I did not have the time to tell them otherwise.’

‘Good, we want them to think that. Your best guarantee of safety in Romania is that the Countess thinks that the CIA is after you. That way she won’t know you are working for us. That would put you all in danger. What did Ivan want?’

‘Well,’ I said, ‘I can’t say it felt very safe with two CIA operatives on my case, but I take your point. The Russians were after Alessandra.’

‘Ah yes, your Mossad friend. An interesting woman. Very highly sexed. I take it she is with the £5m woman?’

Laughing, I confirmed it.

‘Well, bodrum escort it is one way to pass a journey, and better than the crossword.’

It was her turn to laugh.

Sarah relaxed.

‘Good, all these bloody guns make me nervous. What have you been up to Pix? You look exhausted.’

‘That would be because I have been up all night, now will someone explain what’s going on?’

‘Sorry,’ the blonde said, ‘I joined the train at Sofia, I am Jay Dempster, and I work for the people you work for. I was asked by the Mossad girls to check you were okay; apparently, you sent a message. I take it they disposed of the heavy luggage?’

‘Yes, thanks, and thanks for coming on board, but as you can see, I appear to be coping.’

‘Yes, so I see, you are a remarkable little thing. Anyone would think you had done this before.’

‘Well,’ I said, ‘they’d be wrong. And if this is my last time, it won’t be too soon.’

‘After what you have just done, I suspect it won’t be your last time. Now, let me brief you on the Countess, or as we call her back at base, the Cuntess.’

‘Oh, very droll,’ I smiled, ruefully.

The necklace she was wearing was stunning, a thin silver chain, with two small garnet stones. My eyes were drawn to them.

It hit me. I moved fast, grabbing her gun and drawing my own simultaneously.

‘What the fuck?’ Dempster exclaimed. ‘We are on the same side.’

‘Sarah, were you awake when she came in?’

‘She was just coming over to wake me as I awoke anyway.’ Sarah replied.

‘How close was she?’

‘She was more or less next to me.’

‘Now,’ expostulated Dempster, ‘what the fuck are you doing, you paranoid bitch?’

‘That necklace, tell me about it.’ I asked, pointing my gun at it.

She blushed.

‘And if you tell me it is a blind to get into the Countess’s inner circle, I will shoot you and throw you to the wolves. No one except those bitten by her or another vampire wears those.’

She looked dumbstruck.

Sarah gasped.

‘You mean?’

‘Yes, she was about to bite you darling, and for that alone, you fuckwit, I should finish you off,’ I told Dempster.’

Suddenly türkbükü escort her eyes turned red, and her mouth seemed to be filled with fangs, she screeched.

Sarah screamed.

Taking the Taser, I fired one shot at the solar plexus, and the vampire subsided.

‘What the hell, Pix? Who is she?’

‘No idea,’ I responded, ‘my guess would be she’s what she said she was, but with the twist that she’s been turned by the Countess. That necklace represents vampire bites on the neck. It’s amazing what you can learn if you listen to Emm.’

I breathed heavily. If I’d been a few minutes later, it might have been all over. I shivered. I was tired and emotionally drained.

‘Darling, will you get Emm, she needs more rope-work.’

Sarah looked at me, and then it occurred to me that she didn’t know what we had been up to. I told her briefly.

‘Oh, darling, you are such a brave Pix, okay, leave it to me.’

I was happy to do so. I felt like I had strayed into a James Bond novel. I so wanted to escape back into my normal existence. But that was not going to happen any time soon. My brain was starting to feel numb, that frontal lobe numbness that comes with extreme exhaustion. I could not stay awake but had to do so.

Sarah came back with Emm, who had Dempster hogtied in a moment.

‘Pix, you have to let me question her!’

I looked amazed at Emm.

‘Really?’

‘Yes.’

Dempster was waking, and to be honest, I was too tired to argue.

‘Okay, but Sarah, get Alessandra.’

Alessandra had dressed, her vest showing her muscled, fit arms, and the outline of her nipples; her shorts were, well, short. Even in my weariness, I felt horny looking at her.

Emm worked fast, even as Dempster woke.

She had her trousers and panties off and her legs open.

‘Hehe,’ she grinned at Alessandra, ‘bet you never saw an interrogation like this!’

I doubt anyone had.

Emm’s diamond-studded tongue worked its way up Dempster’s slit, and her fingers parted her lips. With a start, she was wide awake.

‘You can torture me all you like, I am trained to resist!’

‘Not konacık escort this, darling, no one can resist this!’

Emm worked up and down her cunt until she was dripping. As the diamond stud rubbed against her clit, Dempster could not help moaning. And as Emm’s fingers probed her asshole, she was gasping with arousal.

‘Oh fuck, stop, stop, oh my goodness, stop, I can’t, can’t, I need to cum.’

Emm played with her nipples, squeezing them through the fabric of her blouse. Ripping it, she began to smack Dempster’s big tits. She then kissed her, making her taste her own juices. Dempster started to gyrate; we could all see her neediness.

‘Fuck, fuck, no, this is not fair, oh, fuck, you are so good at this, oh, make me cum you blonde bitch.’

‘Hehe,’ giggled Emm, ‘well tell us what we need to hear, and you can cum half a dozen times, I guarantee.’

‘She’s right,’ Sarah giggled, ‘satisfaction guaranteed.’

‘Okay, okay, I promise, but please let me cum at least once!’

‘Hehe,’ Emm giggled, ‘only a small one, but if you tell us what Pix needs to know, I will give you an orgasm which will blow your mind.’

With that, Emm stuffed a finger up Dempster’s asshole, licked her clit, and made her cum.

Say what you wanted about Emm, but as Alessandra put it, ‘that interrogation technique is dynamite.’

Emm, a mistress of her art, had given Dempster a taster but left her gasping.

As she recovered, and Emm stroked her tits; she spilled the beans.

She was, indeed, a double-agent, turned by the Countess, who, distrusting Ekaterina, and wanting her money back, intended to use Emm and kidnap us, holding us for ransom, and if no payment was forthcoming, we’d be sold into the white slave trade, having first been broken.

Emm seemed somewhat taken by the prospect, which was more than Sarah and I were.

She gave us a comprehensive account of what would happen when we got to Bran Castle, which gave us a few hours to prepare ourselves.

Once we were sure we had all the information, which was after her second Emm-induced orgasm, we let Emm loose on her.

By the end, all of us were hot and horny. Jay was a wreck, three orgasms later, she was worn out, exhausted, needing sleep even more than I did. Alessandra dragged Emm off to her compartment, and it took no imagination to know what would ensue.

I snuggled up to Sarah.

“Much though I want to fuck you, darling, I need sleep.’

I rested my head on her bosom and was lost to the world.

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These stories are meant for people who are Adults. If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read.

I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time. The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to. If you like the story please let me know. Thanks, Lynne

I was sitting at the Moon with some friends during the Olympics, drinking a little too much because my love life sucked at the time and I knew Bobbi and Paula were giving me a ride back to Provo. I had a few months left to go at school and was sick and tired of hiding my sexuality from everyone but a few close friends and the women I knew at the Moon. My first LTR ended with a girlfriend who left me because I wouldn’t march in the local pride parade, my only other ongoing relationship was a little on the kinky side involving two older women who lived in another state and I was tired of masturbating in the shower at home, trying to keep quiet so my roommates wouldn’t hear.

So there I was, a little more than tipsy, talking with a few friends when Suzy came in. I had met Suzy a couple of times and she and I had made out once while dancing, but nothing more ever came of it. Like me, she was in the closet to most people but for different reasons. She had this real cute little boy, William, who she worried she would lose if he ex ever found out she was a lesbian. Her ex was a real asshole who constantly kept her in court and rarely paid his child support unless threatened with jail or loss of visitation. Even when he did pay, it was with a check from his mother, who was the only reason, besides wanting to make Suzy’s life hell, that he even bothered to see the boy at all. Suzy saw me and came over and sat down with us. She seemed hurried and not interested in small talk and to be looking for someone in particular.

“Anyone seen Tanya?” she asked after a few minutes. Tanya was a very beautiful and very kinky girl who often came to the Moon and never seemed to leave alone. I found her mysteriously erotic although all her body piercing and tattoos turned me off. Everyone knew she was bi, which was unusual for most of the patrons, and knew she worked as a stripper and most thought a little more than just that. Her favorite pickup at the Moon was the housewife who was hiding in the closet. She was known to be into just about any sex act and the stories about her were legendary.

Bobbi answered Suzy matter of factly, “With the Olympics in town, nobody has seen her. We all figure she is using this time to make a lot of money.” The sarcasm in her voice was evident. While Suzy wasn’t nearly as blatant about it, it was common knowledge she also worked as a stripper, doing only private parties and no one really thought she did anything else but dance. She had sometimes asked some of the bigger butch women at the Moon to work as her chaperone and they all agreed all she ever did was strip and do some grinding on they guys laps. She once told me that it was the only way she could make ends meet with her bills, especially legal bills. She also kept it very quiet knowing if it came out she would have her ex fighting for custody of the kid he never really wanted anyway. Tanya on the other hand apparently never used a chaperone and most people thought she went a lot further if the price was right.

Suzy looked really down on this news. She ordered a drink and looked at her watch. It was about 9:30 and while still early we all knew that she usually couldn’t stay out to late because her mom would be babysitting William. Since her mom did that 4-5 nights a week while Suzy was working her bartending or waitress jobs Suzy rarely stayed out late just for fun. She also never brought anyone home from the club that we knew of.

Suzy kept glancing over at me. I could tell she wanted to talk to me but was trying to make some kind of decision. Finally, when the two couples that were sitting with us got up to dance Suzy finally said something.

“Remember when you told me about the Halloween Party in Santa Fe?” She seemed really nervous and glanced once again at her watch.

“I can’t believe I told you about that, but then again, enough of these,” I held up the margarita I was drinking, “tend to make me a Chatty Cathy.”

“Well, ever think about dancing for money?” Suzy glanced around quickly to make sure no one had heard her.

I looked at her a little dumbstruck. But something in her eyes told me she was not kidding. There was a look of desperation in them.

“No, and I really don’t think I would ever do it. I mean what I did at the party was different. I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy it and find it exciting, but stripping for money is just not my thing.” I took a gulp of my drink.

“Even for a lot of money?” Suzy’s eyes were almost pleading with me.

“I am not interested,” I guess my voice was not that convincing because as soon as I finished bitez escort Suzy chimed in.

“Not even for $500 for one hour of dancing? $500 plus probably another hundred or more in tips.” She looked around once more to see if anyone else was listening. “I have a gig for $1000 but it is for two girls. Bunch of Japanese businessmen. Just dancing for one hour. And all I promised them was topless, nothing more.”

She took my hand and looked into my eyes. “I really need the money. William’s dad has taken me to court again to try and get the support lowered or get full custody, which he is only doing because of his mother, and my lawyer won’t go unless I at least pay my outstanding balance with him. I have $3,000 right now, but need another grand by next week. This will really help but I need another dancer and Tanya had said she would earlier this week but now I can’t find her.”

She squeezed my hand and kept looking into my eyes.

“Sorry, Santa Fe was a party and I probably never would have even told you about it if I hadn’t had to much to drink,” my voice trailed off as I could see tears starting to well up in Suzy’s eyes.

“Please,” she squeezed harder.

I had met William once, when I ran into the two of them at the mall. He was a real cute little kid and from what Suzy had told me about her ex and his family the idea of him getting custody sent chills up my spine. I thought for a minute. A bunch of Japanese businessmen? $500 is cash, probably more. The idea of seeing Suzy dance even crept in as I thought of the one night we had made out in the back of the club. I had been really attracted to her and the thought of dancing nearly naked with her had my too active and slightly tipsy imagination working overtime.

I looked away. Suzy started to let my hands go as I could feel her giving up. I turned around and tried to smile. “Okay, but only because of that cute little boy of yours. Just topless and I am not doing anything more.”

Suzy’s face suddenly lit up as she pulled my hands to her lips and kissed them. “Thank you, thank you.” She glanced at her watch. “I have everything we need in my car, as long as you don’t mind wearing some of my stuff. We look like we are exactly the same size. They are staying at the Hilton on SW Temple and we are supposed to be there at 10:00. That gives us 20 minutes. We can dress when we get there. Thanks so much. You saved me.”

My head was still spinning since I really couldn’t believe I had agreed to this. I had danced at Sara and Nichole’s Halloween party last year but that was different. It wasn’t planned and it was at a party, not for money. I quickly downed my almost full margarita in three quick gulps. I knew it would be hitting my head soon and I figured I was going to need it.

We hopped in Suzy’s old car for the short ride over to the Hilton. I was now a little beyond tipsy and having trouble focusing as we walked through the lobby to the elevators. Suzy had what looked like a workout bag with her and seemed to know her way around. The only time I had been in here before was when Nichole stayed here and I spent a weekend with her. But then I never did see much more than her room. We took the elevator to the top floor. When the elevator stopped I almost fell over and had to lean against the wall to steady myself. Suzy grabbed my hand and squeezed. She smiled at me and then gave me a quick kiss on the cheek just before the doors opened.

“Thanks again, I owe you,” she said as she pulled me out of the elevator.

The doors in this hallway were a lot farther apart than those on the floor Nichole had stayed on. We walked down to the third door on the left and Suzy knocked. A middle aged Japanese man answered the door with a big smile, obviously expecting us. He looked us both over and I suddenly felt like I was being inspected. We were 5 minutes early.

When we stepped inside the door I could see why the doors were farther apart. This was a huge suite, not just a room. It looked like it had at least two bedrooms and a huge living room. Both bedroom doors were closed but apparently someone was in the one to our right since some really cheesy music and the sound of voices could be heard from behind the doors. I giggled to myself when I thought of how much fun Nichole and I could have had if we had this place to play in.

Suzy spoke quickly. “No, these were not the clothes we would be dancing in.. Yes there would be both of us. Yes we had brought our own music. Where was the bedroom so we could get changed?”

Next thing I knew we were in a huge bedroom and Suzy was taking costumes out of her bag. She had several I could choose from. She planned to start in a men’s suit she had brought with a top, garter belt, g-string and hose underneath. She suggested, since her outfit sort of looked like a gangster’s clothes with the fedora and baggy suit, that maybe her policewoman outfit would work for me. It had a pair of gümbet escort hot pants, short blouse that would tie in the front with a badge, gun belt equipped with holster, hard plastic nightstick and handcuffs, 4″ pumps for my feet and an officers cap and mirror sunglasses. The pumps looked very intimidating in my current state, but the rest sort of looked fun. Underneath I would wear a top and g-string. I never intended the g-string to be seen since I never planned on taking the hot pants off. We both dressed in a hurry and I was not disappointed as Suzy stripped down in front of me. Her body was as beautiful as I had imagined. Her breasts were full, bigger than mine but beautifully shaped. Her pussy was shaved bare except for a small strip of hair. I caught myself staring.

“Come on, get dressed,” Suzy had caught me staring and smiled at me as she stood there naked. She slowly put on her g-string and top. “Like?” She twirled around once to show off and then quickly finished putting on her baggy men’s shirt and suit. I quickly undressed and put on the policewoman’s outfit.

When I was fully dressed I looked at myself in the mirror. The mirrored sunglasses glasses would stay on I decided, since they hid my eyes and made me a little more anonymous. The blouse would come off, and if I had to, the top also, but if I could get away with it I would keep it on. On the way over Suzy said she had planned on getting completely nude and that she would try and draw as much attention to herself as possible, not only to make me more comfortable, but because it would also let her get the majority of the tips. She also said she might do some lap dances, but nothing more than a bump and grind. I planned to stay as dressed as possible.

“Wow,” Suzy walked up to me, looking me up and down. “You look great in that outfit, even better than I do. Your long legs,” she walked up to me and ran a hand up the outside of my thigh, “really look fantastic.” Suzy leaned forward and her lips met mine as her hand continued up the side of my body, brushing the side of my breast and finally ending caressing my cheek. “Thanks again,” she said somewhat breathlessly as the kiss ended. She smiled at me and took my hand. Suzy picked up her cd player and opened the door to the main room. My knees were really weak now, and I wasn’t sure if it was the nerves, the margaritas or the kiss.

The guy who had met us at the door had been joined by 6 others and they all smiled when we entered the room. The door to the other bedroom, which was at least as big as the living room, was open and apparently the other guys had been playing cards on a table that had been set up in there, and currently several thousand dollars in cash was sitting in piles on that table. They also had watching porn on a big screen TV that was visible through the doors. A girl on the screen was currently taking on three guys at once. The sound had been turned down but still the image was disturbing considering the situation.

I stood there as Suzy walked up to the guy who had answered the door. They spoke quietly and he handed her ten $100 bills. She motioned towards the other room and he went in and turned off the porn, but not before the girl on the screen had gotten a face full of cum from the guy she was blowing.

Suzy put the money in a little compartment on her cd player and turned it on. She walked over to me and said quietly, “Okay, the guy there, he is the only one who speaks English, and he doesn’t do it that well, I told him that we just dance and the more they tip, the better the show will get. He understands this and also understands that no one can touch us unless we allow him to, and even then no touching our tits, ass or pussy. Now just relax and have fun. Don’t do anything you don’t feel comfortable with and just try and be sexy. I will help as much as I can.”

The music had already started and the four of the guys had taken seats around the room while three remained standing. All of them had drinks in their hands and at least 3 looked pretty drunk. One of the guys who was obviously well past the legal limit was swaying as he stood there and seemed to be rubbing himself with the hand he had in his pocket.

We both started dancing around the room. I felt awkward and clumsy in comparison to Suzy, who strutted and slinked about with ease. She made sure she stopped in front of each guy, teasing them with her eyes and licking her lips while not touching her clothes or herself. I tried to follow her lead but stayed farther away from the guys and my eyes were hidden by the mirrored sunglasses so I couldn’t exactly make the eye contact Suzy was, nor did I want to. As the song ended Suzy came over to me.

“Follow my lead on this,” Suzy softly whispered to me. “It is time for you to stop and search me, and I mean search me good. Play with my tits through the shirt; feel up my pussy through the pants. Pretend you are looking for something and bodrum escort bayan start to take my clothes off. Remember, you’re the cop and I’m the robber.”

The next song started and sure enough Suzy pretended to steal something, one of the guy’s cigarette lighter. She dropped it down her pants into her g-string. The guys all were hollering in Japanese and pointing and I played my roll, yelling at her to stop. She did and I walked up to her. Normally I was only an inch or two taller than she was, but in these heels I towered over her. I held out my hand asking for the lighter back but she played innocent. She even said I could search her if I wanted to. She turned around and put her hands on the back of one of the chairs and leaned on them, spreading her legs wide.

I walked up behind her and pretended to pat her down like I had seen in the movies. The guys were all pointing to their crotches, trying to tell me no doubt that she had hidden ‘the goods’ down there. I pretended to be confused and then reached around Suzy and started to rub her breasts. As I did she started to wiggle her bottom towards me. I must say I was enjoying squeezing and kneading Suzy’s breasts even if I did have an audience.

Suzy started to moan and wiggle even more. I moved one hand down her body and started to rub her ass and hips. Even though we hadn’t shed a single piece of clothing yet I could tell the guys were enjoying the show.

Suzy whispered to me, “Pretend you can’t find anything and then stroke your palm. Tell them that if they want you to search farther it will mean they have to pony up some cash.”

I did as Suzy asked, pantomiming the whole thing. The guy who met us at the door said something in Japanese and I was amazed when each of the guys took out a wad of tens and twenties from their pockets. I went from guy to guy and each gave me a bill. I now had over $100 in tips and we still hadn’t taken off any clothing. I put the money in my top and went back over to my ‘suspect.’ I was really feeling the booze now though and I almost tripped as I tried to walk in these heels and caught one heel in the plush carpeting.

“You are doing great,” Suzy said as she helped me stop my fall. “Just relax and do what I tell you. Keep searching me, but this time not just through my clothes.”

I started to search her even more aggressively. I worked her tits over again and this time as she wiggled her bottom I pressed my mound against it. I found myself getting more and more aroused. The more I squeezed her breasts the more she ground into me. The more she ground into me the more cheering I could hear.

“Rip my shirt open… don’t worry about the tie, it is a clip on,” Suzy whispered back to me. “The buttons are sewed on very loosely and should pop right off.”

I reached around front and ripped her shirt open. Buttons flew around the room. The guys really started making noise now. I yanked the shirt and suit jacket down over her arms, which basically pinned them behind her at the elbows. I didn’t realize how excited this little bit of bondage would get me. I reached around and started to play with her breasts once again, now with only the very thin material of her top covering them.

“Tip time,” Suzy whispered. Again I pretended I couldn’t find anything and walked around the room. Again I came back with over $100. The third song was just starting to play. I tried to do something sexy and twirl after collecting my last tip but that just made my head was spin a little more as I got back to Suzy.

“Take my top completely off. Play with my tits again and I will pretend to try and run, but pull your nightstick out and stop me,” Suzy whispered as I started to pat her down again.

I did as she said. I pulled her top off, she had somehow managed to untie to strings while I was picking up tips, or had never really tied them to begin with. I threw it on the floor and started to squeeze her bare breasts and roll her nipples between my fingers, her directing me the whole time, her arms still pinned behind her. Suddenly Suzy pulled away from me and dropped her coat and blouse and tried to run to the other side of the room. I pulled out my nightstick and yelled, “STOP!!!!”

She froze, standing there in front of all the guys and put her arms up in the air. She spread her legs and stood there, waiting for me to ‘search’ her again.

This time the guys had a great view as my hands ran over her body. I paid a lot of attention to her nipples, brushing, pinching and rolling them. I was getting turned on by the domination of Suzy and felt myself growing wetter and my nipples getting harder.

I heard Suzy whisper, “Use the nightstick, spank me with it and then use it between my legs.”

I did what she said. The playfully spanked her and then stepped up behind her and slid the nightstick between her legs, running it back and forth against her mound. She started to moan and squirm, acting poorly but still the guys were eating it up. She started to rub and grab her own breasts and then reached down to stroke the nightstick as it slid back and forth.

“Time for the strip search, but first tips,” Suzy whispered. I made the rounds again, this time getting nothing but twenties. I had stopped figuring out how much money we were getting and enjoying my little domination of Suzy.

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The ride was quiet and awkward as she drove me to my car. I didn’t even begin to know what to say. My brain was rattling with thoughts that made so sense and my emotions were running wild.

“Here you are darling,” she said pulling up by my car.

“Thanks,” I said trying not to catch her eye and I reached for the door handle.

“You can’t leave without giving me a goodbye kiss,” MIcaela demanded.

I turned to kiss her and she pulled me in close to her passionately kissing me. “That’s much better, now you may go. I’ll see you Monday,” she politely reminded me I’d have to face her at the office before I knew it.

“See ya,” I said flustered as I left her car. I fumbled to unlock my car. I just said there for a moment trying to gain enough composure to drive myself home. The ride home was a blur. I immediately jumped in the shower letting the hot water run over my body. I found myself thinking of her as I slipped my finger inside myself. I fucked myself hard and fast, so fast I could feel my wrist begin to hurt. My knees became weak as I shuttered in orgasm and almost fell. What had she done to me? I long to be with her. I wanted her all to myself.

I got out of the shower and dried myself off. “Bling,” I heard my phone go off in the bedroom in the distance.

“Hey sexy, meet me for lunch tomorrow?” – Micaela.

I smiled seeing it was from her. “Damon’s at 12,” I replied. Her reply was nothing more than a smile. I immediately began laying out something to wear. I must have laid out have a dozen outfits before settling on my ripped jeans, white longsleeve thermal, and black motorcyle jacket. I barely slept the bodrum escort entire night an awake at 6 am. I felt like a school girl again. I kept myself busy with laundry and errands until it was time to meet her. I already had a table when she arrived.

“How’s it going,” Micaela said with a smile.

“Good afternoon,” I smiled back. “I’m anxiously awaiting some warmer weather!”

“Well, I could always keep you warm,” she teased. Thankfully the waitress saved me from a reply to come take our orders.

“Are you okay with yesterday? Do you regret it,” she asked. I could feel my face getting hot. I didn’t know what to say. I hadn’t really thought that through.

“…I…I don’t regret it…..” I replied.

“You say that with a lot of hesitation,” she said pushing for an answer.

“No, I don’t regret it. I just hadn’t really thought about it much. Do you regret it?”

“No, I don’t have regrets. I enjoyed it,” she smiled. “My relationship with Mark isn’t exactly common knowledge around the office,” she added with a hint of let’s keep this between us warning.

“I understand. I won’t say anything,” I reassured. “So what type of relationship do you have with Mark,” I inquired.

“We have a mutual give and take relationship. He fulfills my sexual fantasies and I fulfill his,” she said bluntly.

I was shocked at her blatent response, “And I fulfilled a fantasy you two had?”

“Yes, you did fill part of one. I have more fantasies you know,” fishing for my reactions.

“More threesome fantasies,” I said not really sure on how I left on pursuing that further.

“You muğla escort don’t like the idea of Mark’s involvement?” She paused for a moment but before I could respond she offered, “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to. I like you. We can stop everything this instant. Just say the word. I don’t want anything to come between us.”

My mind raced with a response. I was intrigued by her and didn’t want to eliminate all involvement with her. “I’m not sure about his involvement,” was the only reply I could offer.

“…Well, I could always play with you alone. But perhaps keep him in the loop somehow,” she said.

“Keep him in the loop,” I wasn’t sure where she was going with this but it somehow meant I would get her to myself.

“Maybe let him watch us? Maybe send him videos? Or tell him what we do. Let him be apart without physically being apart?” The idea didn’t seem to bad. I could work with that. It gave me an open door if I ever wanted to test my boundaries again yet kept me from losing my butch image.

“Well maybe he’d enjoy a video of me fucking you,” I grinned.

“With a toy? How does that work,” she said confused but interested.

“Let me show you.” I paid the tab and gave her directions to my place. My laptop had a webcam built in so giving Mark his view wouldn’t be a problem though it may not be a high quality masterpiece.

The cold winter air left little intent on foreplay. I intended to warm her up, very quickly. I was eager to show her a whole new world. Her eyes seemed filled with wonder as I on my strap-on. I gümüşlük escort could see her eyes scanning every inch, most likely comparing and contrasting it to the “real thing.” I had every intend on proving I could be every bit as good as a man, maybe even better. After all, there’s no stick cum stuck in a woman’s hair. It never goes limp or fails to get hard. No one’s going to call me up needing to run out to buy a pregnancy test. I can be big, small, skinny, thick, real, colored, textured – the posiibilities are endless.

I took her hand and place it on my cock, “Go ahead, touch it.” Once she seemed comfortable, I leaned in and kissed, reaching my hand between her warmth. I teased her for awhile until she was so wet I could fuck her with ease. She moaned loudly as I entered her. I started thrusting slowly.

“Oh my….mmmm,” she let out of sigh of pleasure.

“You like that? How much do you like it?”

“FUCK ME! Baby, fuck me!” I grinned and followed her command. I fucked her over and over again to countless orgasms, completely forgetting the whole thing was caught on webcam. She had more stamina than anyone I had ever been with and quite frankly, far more than what I thought a woman her age may have. She was a natural at pleasing me. I was so sensitive that I couldn’t touch myself for days after. She laid there in my arms and we practically fell asleep.

“I’m sorry but I have to go. I have my PowerPoint to finish for Mondays meeting,” she said almost with a pout.

“It’s okay. I will see you tomorrow,” I said kissing her forehead. She left me with a kiss and a smile. As I watched her walk away I couldn’t help but want her to stay. In that moment I realized something had changed. I liked her. I had started to fall for a woman I could never have. This was supposed to be for fun, friendship with a little sex but nothing more. She was so mysterious and enchanting that I couldn’t lock Pandora’s box up now that it had been opened……..

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I finally manage to get up and get in the guest bed and fall asleep. It only feels like a few minutes when Joe shakes my shoulder and wakes me.

He tells me good morning and asks me how I slept. I glance at the clock and it’s nearly 11 am. “I’m fine” I say. “I was just more tired than I thought.”

We talk a few minutes as I try to get my bearings, I’m terrified to tell him what happened and he goes on and tells me that Nana is feeling much better and asks if I’ll stay one more night with her. I’m nodding my head before I realize it, agreeing to stay another night. He leaves and tells me he’ll have something for us for lunch ready in a few minutes and I sit there, trying to wrap my mind around everything that has happened.

I start questioning myself about what Nana did to me. Did I fight hard enough to try to get away? Did I want her to do those things to me? My body responded to her touch and I couldn’t think. She was so aggressive and the way she touched me. I shake my head and get out of bed. I put on some jeans and a t-shirt and then make my way downstairs.

I walk into the kitchen and sit at the breakfast table there. Nana is nowhere around at this point yet and Joe is fixing up some eggs and toast for me. He puts a cup of hot coffee down in front of me and I hold it in both hands, sipping it slowly. When he finishes the food, he flashes me a smile and puts it down in front of me. He then starts to fix some more eggs and toast as Nana walks in.

I glance up at her, my heart racing. She smiles at me and winks and walks over to Joe, patting his arm. They talk but I can barely hear their voices, it feels like the blood is rushing through me so fast that it’s drowning out everything around me. I come out of this trance as Nana walks towards me.

“So, I was wondering if you’d be a dear boy and run a few errands for me this afternoon…before you go to work” I hear her saying to Joe. She gently touches my shoulder as she stops behind me. “Sharon did a marvelous job bodrum escort bayan checking in on me last night…it was like I had my very own private nurse” is what she says to Joe. As she says “my very own” I feel her fingers run thru my hair and she gives it a little tug. I quickly sip some more coffee, feeling my face turn red.

Joe turns towards us as she sits down and he gives her a plate of food. He tells her that of course he’ll run some errands and that he’s so happy she’s feeling better. He thanks me again for taking the day off to help look out for things and I find myself giving him a weak smile and nodding my head.

I eat my food and Joe tells me that Nana has a list of things for him to do. He tells me he should only be gone for a couple of hours and he’ll be back soon so I can run home and get anything I need for the night. He gives me a quick kiss as Nana smiles and I watch him walk out.

I get up quickly and excuse myself. I tell Nana that I’m going to take a shower and I walk quickly out of the room, not waiting for her reply. I go straight upstairs and grab a change of clothes out of my overnight bag and then into the upstairs bathroom, shutting the door behind me. I start the water and get it nice and hot and step into the shower. I finally start to feel the tension leave my body as I’m standing under the hot water. My eyes clothes, hair wet, I put my hands on the wall and let the water run down my body. I have my head under the water when I feel a sudden draft of cool air and hear a scraping sound. I straighten up and turn and open my eyes and there’s Nana…standing in the door of the shower…looking me up and down. I cover my breasts with one arm and hand across them and turn to the side a bit. I’m in shock as I stare back at her…”wh..what are you doing?” I say, my voice barely more than a whisper.

She smiles at me and drops her robe on the floor and steps into the shower. “You didn’t think I was really going turgutreis escort to wait until tonight to play with my pet now did you?” she asks me. “Move your arm down” she tells me. I hesitate and she raises a hand as if to slap me and I quickly move my arm and hand away from my breasts and down by my side.

Nana smiles again and strokes my cheek with her fingertips “that’s a good girl…such a good pet…always so obedient.” She pulls the door closed and steps over against me, her body pressing against mine as my breasts start to heave again. My lips are trembling, hands shaking.

I can’t believe this again. I’m so much younger, bigger and stronger than her. I shouldn’t be at her mercy…but something in her eyes just makes me submit to her.

Her fingers grab a handful of my hair…she pulls my face down and starts to kiss me. Her tongue is quickly in my mouth, chasing my tongue. I squirm on my feet and she pushes me back against the shower stall wall, pinning me there. One of her thighs slides in between mine and I hear myself moan softly. I feel the fingers of her other hand lightly tracing along my hip. She bites my bottom lip and stretches it a bit as she breaks the kiss, smirking up at me.

“Now that is such a good slut” she tells me. My face turns red as she calls me that, belittling me. I start to protest her calling me a slut…but before I can say a word, her index finger slides into my mouth and she commands me “suck it my big pet”. And again, I obey her, sucking her finger slowly, my tongue massaging it. I close my eyes as I obey her command and I feel her fingers leave my hip…then pinch one of my nipples.

I wince at the pinch, moaning a little bit. The same nipple she had sucked so hard on last night. It’s tender and a little bruised. She holds in between her thumb and index finger and then tugs it up and down.

“Mmmm..i do so love how big, round and heavy your tits are. Would you like bodrum otele gelen escort me to call you my pet cow?” she asks me. I can’t answer and she knows it, she presses my tongue down in my mouth with her other finger. I open my eyes and stare down at her, somehow mesmerized by her.

She releases my nipple and pulls her finger out of my mouth. “On your knees slut” is all she says.

Before I can even think to argue, I find myself getting on my knees in the shower. Her hand on the back of my head, her fingers tangled in my long wet hair, she guides my face to her pussy and without a word spoken, I start to lick her. I hear her moan and her fingers tighten in my hair as I lick her pussy like the most willing lesbian slut in the world. My hands are resting lightly on the front of her legs as I tongue her deeply. She rides my face, grinding against me until the back of my head is against the wall of the shower. And still I tongue her until she moans loudly and cums in my mouth. She leans against me for several long moments, catching her breath.

“My…you have such a talented and willing tongue! You’re a very good girl today!”

I look up and she smiles down at me. I smile back up at her, at her praise. “Thank you Nana” I say..my voice soft.

She turns the water off and steps out of the shower. She towels off and slips her robe back on and then motions with her finger for me to step out. She begins to towel me off as I stand in front of her. Her hands and towel working my body over slowly. I can’t help but moan again at the touch, my eyes closing. She finishes and I open my eyes to see her smiling at me.

“Now then pet..Joe will be back after a while. You are going to go home. You are going to pack some sexy little lingerie for me to see you in tonight…but don’t worry, you won’t be in it too long. Tonight, I’m going to fuck your brains out my big sexy cow.” “Do exactly as I tell you and you’ll have the best orgasm of your life” she tells me.

I nod my head and Nana smiles and walks out, leaving me there to get dressed. Completely under her control.

*****

To be cont’d! yes it probably should have been under non-consent, sorry, it’s my first time ever writing, just trying to write some erotic, I’m not perfect so y’all haters just remember: if you don’t have anything nice to say, don’t say anything at all!

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Author’s note: Thanks again to all my patient readers. Your comments – both positive and negative – are invaluable and I welcome all contacts. I try to reply to everyone who bothers to email with feedback. I hope you enjoy this latest addition to the seduction of the innocent Chelsea.

*****

The debauchery at Janet’s house had ignited every sexual impulse in Mary and left her longing for Chelsea even more than before. But it was a frustrating three days before she could again get her hands on her pretty young step-daughter-in-law. Mary’s step-son – Chelsea’s husband, David – hung around each day like a bad smell and Mary found herself wishing he had a regular nine to five job rather than being a minister with an erratic schedule. However, Mary took every opportunity to keep the flame of lust alive in Chelsea’s delicate body. She delighted in teasing the shy young woman – twice she managed a quick but deep tongue kiss while David had his back turned. And she never missed a chance to cup one of Chelsea’s breasts or a tight butt cheek when they were alone for a second or two. One morning at the breakfast table, while David was buried behind his newspaper, Mary caught Chelsea’s eye across the table and pulled her robe aside to bare one of her large matronly breasts. She rolled the nipple and licked her lips in a clear sign of intent. These incidents always left Chelsea flustered but never failed to bring a look of smoky lust to her beautiful blue eyes.

So both women were in a high state of sexual anticipation when David finally announced one morning that he had to make an all-day trip to provide pastoral care to some outlying parishioners. Chelsea and Mary exchanged a significant glance yet neither reacted with anything other than mild interest. But David’s announcement immediately brought heat to Mary’s pussy and she noticed a definite stiffening in Chelsea’s tiny nipples under her cotton blouse.

Still, even after David’s car had disappeared down the street, Chelsea busied herself nervously with the breakfast dishes, speaking distractedly of all the things she needed to achieve during the day. Mary watched Chelsea from her place at the table, idly absorbing the neat swell of the young woman’s bottom as she moved about the kitchen, and squeezing her thighs together to stimulate her own wetness. Then she rose without speaking and retired to her bedroom.

It was just a few minutes before Chelsea heard Mary call her name, summoning her. Breathing deeply, Chelsea dried her hands at the sink and walked obediently down the corridor but hesitated at the partially closed door to the guestroom.

“Come in darling,” Mary cooed.

Chelsea pushed the door all the way open and stepped into the room. The sight that greeted her made Chelsea gasp and bring one hand up to her mouth. Mary was on the bed, seated with her back against the heaped pillows. But she was naked – with her large breasts hanging full and firm, with her legs spread lewdly apart and with one hand working the glistening pink folds of her generous pussy.

Chelsea’s look of shock fuelled every salacious instinct in Mary. She smiled and asked: “Do you ever do this my darling? Do you ever pleasure yourself when the aching need gets too much to bear?”

Chelsea breathed deeply and swallowed before answering. “I … I’ve often wanted to … but I knew David would not approve. And I didn’t really know … well … I wasn’t sure how to do it…” All the while her eyes were devouring the scene before her, taking in every detail of Mary’s lush naked body.

“Do you recall how you felt the other day, when we were in bed together?” Mary asked softly, encouragingly.

“Ohh my yes!” breathed Chelsea.

“Then I’m going to make you feel like that again. But this time you are going to do it for yourself. Okay?” Chelsea licked her lips and nodded. “You must trust me – and you must obey me. Do you understand?” Again Chelsea nodded, still with bodrum escort her eyes fixed on Mary’s gleaming pussy and slick fingers. “Good girl. Now while I pleasure myself I want you to undress for me – slowly – so I can see all of your beautiful body.”

Mary could see that her words had triggered both fear and hunger in Chelsea – the conflicting emotions were clearly reflected in her expressive blue eyes. Mary knew the young woman was still so constrained by her upbringing, still feared the depths of her own desires but needed to quench the burning fires that Mary had ignited in her young body. Eventually, as Mary knew it would, Chelsea’s desire conquered her fears and she began to unbutton her blouse.

“Slowly!” admonished Mary. And Chelsea complied – slowing her movements, and relishing the teasing aspect of what Mary wanted. As each button was released she allowed her own fingertips to arouse the exposed flesh. And Mary watched the slow striptease with growing agitation. She could never get enough of Chelsea’s 22-year-old body – still adolescent in its petite flawlessness.

Chelsea let her blouse slip from her shoulders – then slowly unzipped her conservative knee-length skirt – glancing nervously at Mary as she let it, too, slip to the floor. She was now dressed in just her virginal white bra and panties. She stopped and looked to Mary for encouragement. The middle-aged matron smiled and thrust her fingers wantonly inside her dripping gash. This was all the encouragement Chelsea needed and she turned her back on Mary and reached behind to unclasp her bra. It too hit the floor and then the lovely young minister’s wife looked back over her shoulder, growing confident in the way each of her actions was clearly compelling Mary’s masturbation. She slowly eased her panties down her legs – and Mary moaned in appreciation as Chelsea bent to remove them.

“Stay like that!” Mary commanded. “Now hold your ankles!” Chelsea complied and slid her palms down her shins to grip her ankles. This had the effect of thrusting her hips back toward Mary and she older woman gazed enraptured at the twin mounds of Chelsea’s perfect bottom and at the petite pussy lips peeking back at her and at the tiny pucker of her asshole.

“Mmmmm,” breathed Mary. “Now stand up and turn around.” Chelsea complied but couldn’t resist trying to cover her breasts and pussy with her hands.

“Now, now,” scolded Mary gently. “I want to see all of you!” Chelsea obediently dropped her hands to her sides and Mary revelled in the sight of the beautiful, slender young woman: her lovely face, the gentle slope of her shoulders, the succulent ripeness of her pert breasts with their tiny pink tips, her smooth flat stomach, the prominent peaks of her hip bones, her straight toned legs – and best of all – the inviting thigh-gap which framed the tender swell of her pussy lips in their halo of wispy blonde hairs.

“Mmmmm,” Mary breathed deeply. “Now, come and sit at the other end of the bed. Yes, that’s it – but face me … and spread your legs. Mmmm, good girl. Do you see how excited you are already? Look how your lovely pussy is peeling open – how wet it is?” Chelsea said nothing but the obvious beating of her heart and the smoky lust in her eyes told Mary all she needed to know about the young woman’s state of arousal.

“Now I want you to use the forefingers of your left hand to spread your lips open … mmm yes, good girl. And now touch yourself with the fingers of your right hand, like I am. I want you to follow my actions in everything I do.” Chelsea complied and gasped as her fingers spread her nether lips and she felt the silky nectar already oozing from inside. Mary lifted her own anointed fingers from her cleft and gently smeared her juices around her own nipples. Chelsea followed suit and gasped again as her slick fingers teased her tiny breast buds.

“Mmmm, good girl,” cooed Mary watching closely bodrum escort as Chelsea’s nipples tightened and shimmered. “Doesn’t that feel good, now? Can you feel how your nipples are responding? I can! I can feel my nipples sending sparks to my pussy and my clit?” Mary rolled her own nipples, then pinched them, plucked and released them making her breasts tremble. Chelsea did the same and was gasping from the pleasurable sensations. “Now,” continued Mary. “Keep teasing your nipples with one hand while you caress your lovely quim again.”

Chelsea faithfully mimicked Mary’s actions, sliding her fingers up and down her delicate, swollen pussy lips – then dipping her middle finger inside – feeling the clench of her inner lips – building a yearning for release deep within her belly. Mary then slid a second finger and a third inside herself – watching as Chelsea followed, till both women were finger-fucking themselves, breathing heavily and moaning. Then Mary abandoned her breasts to bring her free hand down to unsheathe and roll her clitoris – her excitement mounting as Chelsea did likewise.

Without support behind her Chelsea had to slide down onto her back to keep complying with Mary’s unspoken commands. This allowed her to open her legs further and expose herself more fully to her step-mother-in-law.

“Mmm yes,” intoned a now breathless Mary. “That’s it my darling… finger that tight hole … finger-fuck yourself for me. Ohhh yes – oh God yes … cum for me sweet girl … fuck that pussy … ooohhh fuck yesssssssss…”

Mary’s crude words had an electric effect on Chelsea and the two women convulsed simultaneously in a gut-clenching orgasm that made them dig in their heels and lift their bottoms from the bed. Their cries crescendoed – then peaked – as each watched the other convulse in ecstasy.

Eventually they subsided and Mary took Chelsea’s hands and drew her up the bed and into her arms – their hot flesh cleaving together in a hug – their lips meeting in a soft, sensual kiss.

“Mmmm,” said Mary. “Have you ever done that to yourself before?”

Despite her lingering embarrassment at what she had just done, Chelsea chuckled: “Oh no – my goodness no! That was lovely!”

“Well catch your breath my darling because we have all day together and I want to share so much more with you.” She kissed Chelsea again and slid one hand over the young woman’s taut breasts, palming the nipples and revelling in the feel of the resilient flesh.

“Mmmm,” smiled Chelsea. “I can’t wait.”

Then began a long and languorous morning and afternoon of slow and sensual love-making such as Chelsea never thought possible – and even Mary had not really experienced before. In all things Mary was the guide…

“…now suck on my nipples my darling… use you lips and your tongue together – oh yes like that … bite them … yes, hurt them … now lift my breast and suck on the underside … right here …oh yes that’s it …”

And later…

“…now straddle my thigh and twist till you feel your pussy lips part… yes that it… now press your thigh against my pussy … mmmm … just like that … can you feel yourself opening for me … and if we slowly grind together… oh fuck yessss – mmmm …we’re going to make each other cum like this… oooohhh yesss…”

Still later…

“… now while our pussies are still hot and wet slide up and let them kiss together… ahhh yessss … oh my God yessssss – hold my hands – pull – yes – can you feel it … can you feel our lips kissing … our clits rubbing… ooohhh damnit … yes harder… harder… ohhhh fuck yes – oh Chelsea fuck me with your sweet cunt… oh I’m cumming again ooooooohhhhhh…” The crudity of Marys language made Chelsea’s head spin as her body also responded with another pulsing climax.

Through all of this Chelsea was a mesmerised student – revelling in new yalıkavak escort sensations but completely lost for words. She couldn’t get enough of Mary’s warm, wet, curvy body. Her own body was a tingling mass of nerve endings responding with ecstatic joy to the commands and touches of her mature sexual mentor. Chelsea lost count of the orgasms that swamped her slender frame.

They dozed for a while lost in unconscious bliss… then woke to more kisses and caresses – reigniting the passion in their already tortured bodies.

Mary kissed Chelsea deeply and took the young woman’s face in both her hands, looking deeply into her eyes.

“Do you recall what I did for you on that first day? How I kissed you and licked you here?” Mary slid the edge of her palm along Chelsea’s soaked pussy lips. Chelsea nodded with a new look of apprehension in her eyes. “Well, now my darling, do you think you could do that for me… make me cum like that?”

“Oh Mary, I don’t know. I’d love to but I’m not sure I could do it like you do…” she trailed off with a look almost of panic in her eyes.

“Nonsense of course you can. Now slide down here between my legs … yes that’s it.” Chelsea slid down till she was perched on her elbows between Mary’s spread thighs. She watched doubtfully as Mary used both hands to massage her pussy lips, opening them and spreading her own wetness. “Now just think about what I did to you… and do the same to me. And here’s a tip: as you kiss me … and lick me… and suck me… imagine it’s being done to you. Imagine what you would want to happen to you and that will be a very adequate guide.”

Mary then took a pillow and slid it under her own hips, tilting her pelvis up towards the beautiful face of her step-son’s wife – and spread her legs in the most lascivious manner, leaving her swollen cunt gaping in front of Chelsea. She watched as the young woman breathed in the lustful scent then sighed in deep satisfaction as Chelsea’s head dipped and she felt a tentative tongue slide along the length of her slit.

“Mmmm,” breathed Mary. “Oh yes slow and sensual just like that.”

She felt Chelsea begin to relax and get into the rhythm of what she was doing, licking up and down Mary’s slick folds, then pausing to suck on her outer lips, then resuming her licking, pressing her tongue a little deeper with each pass. Mary moaned and gasped, watching Chelsea’s beautiful face become smeared with her pussy juice. And as she responded, Chelsea became bolder, pressing inward using her whole mouth to lave and suck at Mary’s throbbing quim. Instinctively she brought two fingers up to slide into Mary then licked her way up to Mary’s rigid clitoris. The jerking reaction of Mary encouraged Chelsea and she sucked on the engorged nub, then flicked it with her tongue over and over, responding to Marys moans, driving her higher and higher, till the combined efforts of her fingers, lips and tongue sent Mary spiralling over the edge into a gasping, howling orgasm and Chelsea felt the warm gush of Mary’s cum on her chin.

She clung to the older woman as the echoes of orgasm ricocheted through Mary’s body – till Mary pulled her up to desperately clutch Chelsea’s tight body to her own and kiss and lick the cum juice from Chelsea’s angelic face.

“Ooooh,”gasped Mary, kissing Chelsea lips, cheeks and even her eyes. “Thank you my darling – thank you so much. Oh you made me cum soooo good.” Chelsea responded in kind, obviously proud of what she had done for Mary, and entwined her slim legs with Mary’s thicker thighs as they cuddled and kissed.

“And now that deserves a reward!” exclaimed Mary, and she pushed Chelsea over onto her back and squirmed down between the young woman’s sleek legs.

Mary looked up at Chelsea with lust raging in her eyes and pushed the young girl’s knees up till they were pressed against her tiny breasts. Mary smiled at her wickedly and directed her gaze down to Chelsea’s delicate quim – already slick from her previous orgasms. She used the pad of her thumb to roll and press on Chelsea’s tiny clit, noting hungrily how it made it made her tiny cunt flower open … and further down, to where it made the tight star of Chelsea’s virginal asshole pucker and swell with unwitting need.

To be continued.

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A bit about me before I start and hope you read my previous stories where I met Nirosha, a hot 18 year old girl with an awesome body and personality and then her friend Jane.

I am Shani and I am 30. I live in Sri Lanka and I am single. I dark complexioned and 5 feet 10 inches which is unusual for a Sri Lankan girl. I have 34D cups which is one of my strong points, no pun intended. My hips are not very wide but shapely enough to attract attention. My butt is cute enough to look hot in hipsters. I love to wear tight pants to show off my butt and hips. I have shoulder length hair which is jet black.

After my encounter with Jane and Nirosha, I started becoming more comfortable being a lesbian. However, Nirosha left Sri Lanka to start on her higher studies in the UK. We parted as friends, but it was a tough break. I spent almost 2 weeks in my apartment thinking about our encounters. I missed her energetic personality. After the second week, one of my friends came to see me. Her name was Waruni, but I used to call her Rosy in school simply because of her rosy lips. Waruni was a petite lady with a fantastic figure. She had short dark hair upto to her shoulders and her eyes were dark and oriental in shape. Her skin was fairer than most Sri Lankans. She was married and didn’t have any kids. She maintained her figure by going to the gym at least thrice a week. Her best asset was her bust which was 32C and seems bigger because of her smaller frame. Her walk was the sexiest I have seen on a woman where the sway of her hips was much more than an average woman which made it interesting to look at. It was as if her hips were attached to a set of springs that had no relationship whatsoever to the rest of her body.

So while I was moping about Nirosha, there was a knock on the door. I was not too interested in having company and I must have had an irritable look on my face as I opened the door. My mood changed when I saw Waruni. She seemed a little haggard and one look at her face told me that she had cried her heart out. I forgot all about my troubles and ushered her in. I let her settle down on my couch while I made a cup of Ceylon tea for her. Apart from being a destination of cool and friendly people, my country is famous for its tea.

She took the cup gratefully and smiled at me. It was a heart wrenching smile. I watched her pink lips as she sipped the tea, tears in her eyes. She could not hold it in any longer. She put the cup on the coffee table and turned to me. I reached out to her and she broke into tears. I held her hard as I felt her let go. I felt her tears running down my neck and down by back. I held her tight while rubbing her back and making consoling noises. After about half an hour, her sobs subsided and she calmed down enough to tell me what was bothering her.

She went on to tell me about her husband and that she found out that he was gay. She was devastated to find that he had married her out of convenience and that he kept going back to his lover. It had first started after a few months of marriage where he had lost all interest in her sexually. She wondered about it first and thought that work related stress was the cause. She had found other interests to compensate for sex and that is how she ended up getting into physical fitness and community service. According to Waruni they had not had sex for the last 2 years and two days ago she had found out about his affair with another man. When confronted he had broken down and asked for a divorce. I let her get the stress out of her by letting her talk about it.

“How could I have been so stupid?”

“Its not your fault, Waruni, anyone could have fallen for him. He is such a nice guy.”

“I know, but I am so upset about it. It would have been OK, if it were another woman, but a guy?”

“But I am sure he could not help it.”

“So what do I do? I don’t know what to think.”

Then she laughed.

“Its kind of ironic. I remained faithful to that jerk for 2 years where I could have cheated on him. I wasted two years of mind blowing sex!”

“Oh Waruni, don’t think like that,” I tried to console her.

“No! I am going to teach him a lesson. I am going to find a girl and fuck her to show him that I can do it too!”

I almost had a heart attack at the thought of Waruni making love to a woman. She was gorgeous and suddenly other thoughts started to enter my mind.

“Why don’t you clean yourself up and we can do something together? You can stay here for a few days until we sort things out,” I offered her.

She turned to me and gave me a hug.

“Shani, you are a great friend.”

I hugged her back, struggling not to feel her soft warm body in my arms and tried to ignore her breasts mashing up against mine.

I got her settled in my room and she went for a wash. I waited for her in the living room watching television. My mind was not settled enough to concentrate and I kept flicking channels until Waruni appeared. I almost did a double take. She looked like a teen in a pink camisole and silk boxers. I think I had my mouth open for a while and I just stared at her. She looked awesome. I sincerely hoped that she didn’t notice my gaping mouth as she sat opposite me and put her legs escort bodrum up on the sofa. Her breasts jiggled inside the cami at each step she took. I

“What are you watching?”

“Nothing, really. There is not much on.” I replied, my voice seemed to come out of a well.

She smiled at me.

“What do you want to have for dinner?” I asked, trying not to stare at her.

“Well, lets get some pizza,” she said.

I was wearing a pair of shorts and a t-shirt that was tight enough to make a grown man weak in the knees. I wore a bra for modesty and of course, panties. I struck a sexy pose where I was sure my assets were in full display while I made the call. I returned to the sofa and I flipped channels. Waruni seemed lost in her own thoughts and I decided not to intrude. She got up after a few minutes and went over to my DVD collection.

“Hey, you have a nice collection of movies,” she commented.

“Do you have porn?” she asked.

“No.”

“Oh, come on, don’t lie to me!”

“I don’t have porn!”

She started to go through the drawers on the same cabinet. I suddenly remembered that I had kept some of my porn DVD’s in there. I heard a exclamation as she found my stash.

“So you don’t have porn? I don’t remember seeing a movie about lesbian bra busters, or Big tit lesbians.”

Just then the door bell rang and I walked over to the door to find the pizza delivery guy who started to eye my breasts hungrily. I gave him a view he would not forget as I bent over to sign the credit card receipt. He was dumbstruck as I closed the door gently in his face, smiling wickedly.

Waruni asked me why and I told her what I did. She laughed at my slutty behavior. She was watching an 80’s lesbian collection starring Christy Canyon. My face went red at the sight of Christy Canyon licking Traci Lord’s pussy. I tried to distract her from watching it by waving the Pizza in front of her face. She stared at it with her eyes wide while she tried to push me away. In the process, she pulled my t-shirt exposing my bra for a short while and she laughed at me pointing to my exposed melons barely concealed by a struggling bra. I can’t explain why but I was furious with her and I put the pizza on the table and literally sat on her back and started to tickle her. She struggled under me but I was too heavy for her to topple over. In her desperation, she turned onto her back and I imprisoned both her hands while sliding down to stop her legs from moving. I had her securely pinned. I smiled wickedly at her as she pleaded with me not to tickle her. I used my teeth to pull up her camisole exposing her tight tummy and started to nuzzle against it making her scream and struggle. I didn’t let her go and kept tickling her with my lips. She was laughing so hard and struggling but she was unable to get up. Since I was sitting on her thighs, her struggling legs applied pressure against my pussy making me feel slightly horny. I kept willing her to struggle more so that her thighs would rub against my pussy which was starting to become wet.

Finally, I let go of her arms and they shot up and pulled me to her hard reversing the hold. She got me into the same position she was in and had my arms imprisoned. I didn’t struggle too hard and let her win. She lifted my t-shirt and started to tickle with her hot lips. When she bent over, I could see her creamy breasts. I couldn’t take my eyes off them. I made sure my thighs rubbed against her pussy as I struggled strategically. She went on kissing giving me no indication that I was getting through to her with my little thigh rub. I wanted to find out if she felt it, so I stopped moving my thighs and immediately, she started to grind herself against them. I felt goosebumps as I felt her rhythmically rock against my thighs.

As usual, the stupid phone rang breaking our sexy wrestling match. Waruni’s face was flushed as she quickly got off me and I rushed to the phone. I was frustrated to find out that the caller had got the wrong number. I cursed him silently as I turned to Waruni. She had turned off the DVD player and was pretending to read a newspaper. Her chest betrayed her outward calm appearance as I noticed it rise and fall rapidly. I decided to put her at ease and called her to the dinner table. She ate silently refusing to make eye contact. I didn’t push it but after dinner we retired to bed. I shared my twin bed with her and we went under the covers. After a while, she turned to me.

“Shani, are you awake?”

“Yes, Waruni.”

“I am sorry about what happened earlier.”

“What baby?”

“Well, when I kind of, well this is embarrassing.”

“Tell me.”

“It felt good rubbing against you.”

“Oh that? Don’t worry about it.”

“What do you mean? You mean you are OK with the fact that I half molested you?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it molesting, Waruni. I didn’t exactly protest, did I?”

“Well I guess not.”

She was silent for a while.

“Well, can I ask you something?”

“Yeah, what is it?”

“Well, did you enjoy it too?”

“Yeah, I did and I was mad when the phone rang.”

She laughed.

“Well its not the first time I have mumcular escort done this with a girl.”

It was my time to be surprised.

“Oh really?”

“Yeah, in boarding school, I saw two older girls doing it. I told this to one of my friends and then we tried it. It was nice and we did it a few times.”

“Wow, I didn’t know that you had experience with girls, Waruni.”

“Well, I have a confession to make too,” I said, my voice getting a little strained.

“Please don’t judge me ok?”

She nodded, coming closer under the covers, her face a few inches away from mine. I told her about Nirosha and then about Jane and how I enjoyed being with women. She listened with her eyes getting bigger and bigger. I finished with tears in my eyes as I told her about losing Nirosha.

She pulled me to her and hugged me fiercely.

“Don’t hate me Waruni, I know you hate people who are gay,” I whispered.

“Oh no, baby, I hate my jerk of a husband. I am sorry if I gave you that impression.”

She held me tight. I returned her hug. As I was beginning to get warm feelings elsewhere, she let me go and turned around and went to sleep. I didn’t want to make a move so I fell asleep watching her sexy back.

I don’t know what woke me up but it was dark. I then felt the bed shaking. Waruni had her arm across me and her hand was squeezing my breast. I was facing her. As my eyes slowly got adjusted to the darkness, I was able to see her humping a pillow between her legs. She was still wearing her shorts and the camisole and her head was turned towards me. It was such and erotic sight. Her body was moving fluidly on the bed against the pillow. All of a sudden she gave a cry of frustration and stopped.

Her hand continued to rub my breast. I decided to spice things up a bit by moaning. Her hand stopped and then after a few seconds started to rub it once more. I moaned a little louder and her hand stopped again. To my relief it started again. I felt her come closer. My hand lay at an angle and I felt it brush her thigh. It took a while and her thigh moved to a position on top of my hand.

I made sure my fingers were curled up slightly. She moved a bit more and my hand was right under her crotch. She adjusted her position so that her crotch rubbed against the palm. I held it firmly and she started to move gently. She kept stopping after every few seconds to check if I were awake. I kept my eyes closed. Her arm encircled me and she started to move slowly at first and the pace of her breathing increased. By this time my pussy was drenched but I willed myself not to make a move. I felt I would be intruding if I woke up at this point. She continued to rub against my palm and then suddenly, she stopped with a moan of frustration. It was clear that she could not reach orgasm. I then heard the quiet sobbing of a frustrated lady. I remained as I was and wondered what I should do. After a while she moved off my hand and turned my back to me.

I didn’t sleep after that. My mind was in full gear and I felt sorry for Waruni. My pussy was still wet and I put my hand under the covers and started to rub my pussy. I took one of my pillows and put it between my legs and started to rub on it. Soon afterwards I got hornier and I bunched up the pillow so that it was like a saddle and started to rock against it. I didn’t realise that I was making a racket and shaking the bed. I lifted my tshirt so that my nipples and tummy would rub against the soft pillow. I kept assaulting my pillow. I felt my orgasm come closer and closer and I came hard against the pillow and I was drenched in sweat. I let my breathing settle down and got off the pillow. When I turned towards Waruni I was shocked to find that she was facing me. Her eyes were closed and her breathing was even and I breathed a sigh of relief.

I fell asleep looking at her sweet face and when I woke up, Waruni was already up and making breakfast. I cleaned up and went down in a fresh t-shirt and shorts, deliberately braless. The t-shirt I wore had a V neckline to show off my cleavage. Waruni seemed quiet and I wanted to cheer her up. I went behind her and hugged her. She jumped a little and leaned back as she realised its me. She was wearing a short cotton skirt and a strap t-shirt. I could see the outline of her bra through the t-shirt.

“Hey, sister, why are you up so early?” I whispered in her ear, making sure that my breasts mashed up against her back. She shuddered a little and I couldn’t tell if it was because of my breath in her ear or my breasts against her back. My hands caressed her tummy gently as I continued to hug her. I kissed her on the cheek. The egg got in the way and I had to let go of her reluctantly. I went back to the kitchen table and poured myself a cup of orange juice, admiring her shaking butt as she stirred the scrambled egg. I felt my pussy getting moist at the thought of what happened the night before. Breakfast was done and we sat down to eat. I deliberately rested my breast on the table so that they balooned up. Her eyes kept going my breasts and I pretended not to notice. I got up a couple of times to serve some egg and I bent over so that gümbet escort bayanlar she could get a good look at my breasts. I didn’t try to catch her in the act but when I looked up her eyes quickly went back to her plate. The color of her cheeks told me that she had seen enough to make her blush.

We made small talk and she seemed ill at ease. I assumed that it must have been due to the frustration the night before. The more I looked at her face, the more I wanted to help her reach the unattainable orgasm.

“You seem a little distracted.”

“Oh, yeah. I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Oh dear, why is that?”

“I don’t know. I guess since its the change of place I guess.”

“Oh, you don’t feel at home in my bed?” I needled her.

She blushed. “No! That’s not it. I quite enjoyed sleeping in your bed.” Her face turned crimson. I decided not to push it. She started to rub her left hand. I asked her what happened. She just said that she must have knocked against something. I drew my chair close to her and took her hand. I covered her hand with both my hands and started to caress it. I looked into her eyes as I caressed her hand. Her eyes kept moving back and forth between my eyes, my breasts and my hand. After a while, she became more comfortable looking into mine. I slowly raised her hand to my face and kissed it. I kissed each finger, her palm, rubbing it against my face.

“What are you doing Shani?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Well, I am just kissing your fingers. Don’t you like it?”

She smiled nervously. Her hands shook and there was some resistance as I tried to put her fingers in my mouth. I knew I was close to getting her into my bed and kept up the pressure. I took her thumb and started to lick it like a cock, my tongue darting to the point it was most sensitive to a man. I ran my tongue round her thumb and then started to suck on it. I kept looking at her face and she couldn’t help licking her lips. However, she still sat rigid on the chair. I deliberately pulled my t-shirt down exposing more of my breasts. The little movement drew her eyes to my cleavage again.

Since I had her distracted with my breasts, I decided to turn up the heat a notch further. I started to move closer, pushing up my breasts provocatively. Her concentration remained on my breasts and I could see her chest heaving faster as her breath started coming faster. I put one arm around her and I started rubbing her back. She moaned as she felt my hand rub her back. I realised that she was starved of touch and this encouraged me to go slow. Finally, her head rested on my shoulder as she visibly relaxed. Her hand started to rub my face as I sucked on the fingers or her other hand.

After a few minutes I took her onto my lap. She was not too heavy and I cradled her in my arms as I started to kiss her forehead, holding her like a baby. Her body seemed fragile and innocent in my arms. If I didn’t know her real age, she could have been easily mistaken for a teen. I kissed her eyes lovingly and moved lower, tracing her nose with my tongue. My long tongue found her lips and started to lick them gently. Her lips quivered against my probing tongue but they remained closed.

I started to suck them gently, probing them with my tongue like I would do with a pussy. Her body tensed a little since she recognised the action. I kept probing her lips while one of my hands started to rub her tummy over the fabric of her top. Her mouth opened a little and I grabbed my chance and my tongue forced its way into her mouth. She resisted the kiss, but it was half-hearted and before long I was kissing her hard. Her sensual lips drove me crazy while I tried to get them into my mouth. I sucked them each with great intensity and she responded and finally we were in a kiss where each of us were trying to get more of the others tongue and lips. Her breath was coming faster and her body was writhing in my arms. My hand snaked under her t-shirt exploring the soft flesh of her belly. Our kissing became even more intense as she realised that my hands would soon make contact with her breasts. She made moaning noises in her throat while she kissed me.

I wanted to tease her to make her forget any resistance she would offer me. So my hand stayed tantalisingly close to her breasts while I kissed her. Her tongue was fiercely sensual, drawing mine out so that her mouth could suck it all into her mouth. At one point I thought my tongue would be torn out. Her intensity must have been because of the frustration she had in her own sexless marraige and I had managed to finally open the flood gates. Without warning her hand pushed mine upto her breasts and I felt the thin material of her bra. I shuddered as I felt the soft warmth underneath the material. I reached up to pull down the cup so I could feel the hard nipple. I was greeted with a fairly large nipple that poked into my palm when I tried to squeeze her breasts. She moaned into my mouth and her mouth moved out of mine and moved down lower to my throat, sucking my skin hard into her mouth. Her tongue moved lower and lower pushing my neckline down, reminding me of a baby searching for her mother’s warmth. Since I was not wearing a bra, I had to help her a little to find my nipple. It disappeared into her mouth the moment she found it, sending a jolt of pleasure like a bolt of lightning throughout my body. I almost screamed and she stopped. I urged her to suck them again. She started more carefully this time and I shuddered as my nipple slipped into her mouth smoothly.

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They looked fetching in the new revealing underclothes. I told them that they must not use them around other people, for they had cost a pretty penny, and were totally out of the range of their means. The quickly agreed. They caught me and pulled me into bed with them. They quickly slipped my gown off and then undressed.

We kissed and caressed each other. It felt so sensual to be between their lovely soft bodies. “I feel like a harem queen. Do you think the harem women made love to each other? Imagine fifty, a hundred beautiful women lying around all day, only one man to attend to their desires. They must have made love to each other. I remember an erotic picture of a harem scene, women in a pool, some holding each other.” I said as Daisy kissed one breast.

“Were they as pretty as we are?” Betsy asked as she nibbled expertly on the other nipple.

“No they were not nearly as beautiful as you two.” I said stroking them.

“Liar, Mum!” Daisy giggled.

“A Sultan would give a thousand goats for each of you to be in his harem. If I were his queen, I would keep you in a special chamber and never let him touch you, I would keep you all for myself.” I said reaching down to kiss Betsy’s upturned face.

“Oh, be the Queen, and command us, Mistress.” Betsy said looking up at me in such an adoring look my heart melted.

“Please, Mistress!” Daisy echoed.

“Very well, Slaves. Attend my every word, or I shall have you flayed alive, and your worthless carcasses fed to the vultures.” They giggled and bowed to me.

“Slave Daisy, go to yon bowl and bring it thence with a little water in it, you shall wash my feet. Slave Betsy, when she is finished you will suck each toe dry.

Daisy washed my feet, taking care to wash each toe well. Then as Betsy sucked each toe I commanded Daisy to place a towel under me and to wash my cunny and rear well, with her hands alone. The sensation of Betsy sucking each toe was very erotic and exciting. Daisy carefully soaped my cunny with her fingers, carefully and slowly, delving into every crevice.

“Oh, Queen, may I please be allowed to bathe your royal arse? I shall do ever so good a job.” Betsy asked moving down beside Daisy.

“Of course, Slave Betsy, but mind you do a thorough job.” I said turning on my side. I raised my thigh to give my two ‘slaves’ free access. I truly felt like a queen.

Eager, slick, soapy fingers played over my front and rear. They took me at my word and did a very thorough job. Soapy fingers gently probed in and out, front and back.. “Now wipe me off with a clean cloth.” They quickly wiped the soapy water off.

“Now you will do the same to each other. Do it well, wenches, of feel my wrath.

Slave Daisy, spread your thighs and let the other slave wash you first.”

They giggled and quickly obeyed. I watched as Betsy slowly washed Daisy’s

spread cunny, then her pink anus. It was a lovely opening that I vowed to enter tonight. When she was through, Daisy was breathing faster, as had I done when the two had washed me. Then it was Daisy’s turn as Betsy washed her.

Betsy’s sweet cunny lips were darker and protruded more than Daisy’s, Her black hair was abundant and framed her cunny. Her core was deep pink. Daisy washed it slowly and carefully, pulling at her lips, and slipping a finger into her wet center. She took pains to pull her lips upward and soap her now erect clitty as it peeped out. She then moved to Betsy’s neat brown anus and soaped and washed it, slipping a finger in and out several times, up to the second knuckle, drawing a sigh from Betsy.

“Slave Daisy, do that again! Soap your finger and slip it back in. You did not clean her there properly. Now deeper. ” I said firmly, eliciting a giggle from Betsy.

“Oh, yes Queen, she did not do it deep enough. Give her a slap on her unworthy arse!” Betsy said.

“Silence Slave! I give the orders here.” I said as I reached out and gave Daisy a sharp swat on her flawless buttocks. I had realized that she liked a little pain. I left a red hand print on her, and her expression proved she enjoyed pain. She soaped her fingers again and slipped her middle finger in and out of Betsy as deep as it would go. She washed her hands thoroughly, took the cloth and dried Betsy off.

“Bring a chair, and set it there.” I pointed. “Put a soft cushion on it.” They quickly did as I said. I moved to the chair and sat, legs spread. “Slave Betsy, come and get on all fours and lick my royal cunny. See that you do a good job of it.” I had positioned the chair so that I could lean back against the wall, and by raising my legs give Betsy free access to my cunny and arse. She moved into position, and spreading my lips, began to lick my now excited cunny.

“Slave Daisy, get behind Slave Betsy and lick her unworthy cunny, Slide your tongue inside her. Do a good job, or else, I shall flog you soundly.” Her eyes gleamed as she moved behind her friend. I sat back, legs spread, looking down at the two in front of me. bodrum escort I had never in my wildest dreams envisioned that one day I would be playing games of this kind. I sighed as Betsy’s tongue lapped at my cunny, and moved up to run over my clitty on each upward stroke. She moaned as Daisy ministered to her pussy in turn.

“Slave Daisy, get on your back and continue licking. Spread your worthless thighs, and finger your useless cunny. Slave Betsy, lower your hips so the unworthy one can slip her tongue into your dry, and useless hole, and give moisture to it. Now, lower your mouth and bring it to my priceless nether hole and wash it again with your tongue. While you do that carefully slide two fingers into my glorious cunny, and I will graciously let you frig your Queen with your fingers” They both giggled and played their roles as slaves.

“Yes, Oh Illustrious Queen. I shall frig your glorious cunny.” Betsy said looking up at me from between my thighs.

“Yes, your Royal Worshipfullness!” Came Daisy’s muffled reply from under Betsy’s thighs. Her thighs were spread and her fingers played with her open cunny slowly.

What an erotic sight. I wished we could play this out in the grand salon, with me in a huge cushioned chair, and the two on the deep soft carpet. We would have incense braziers burning, and many candles. I closed my eyes and let my imagination roam free.

Betsy moved upward, and as her fingers slid in and out rotating, her magic tongue ran up my spread cunny to flicked over my swollen aching clitty. I opened my eyes to take in the two, Betsy’s face buried in my cunny, her hand moving as she finger fucked me, and Daisy frigging herself while she lapped at Betsy’s cunny.

I cried out as Betsy drove me to a shattering cum. My cries triggered the two and Betsy cried out against me, while a moment later I heard Daisy’s moan as her fingers became a blur and she brought herself off. We rested for a moment, then moved to the bed.

“Did my sweet slaves enjoy themselves?” I asked kissing them in turn. They grinned and nodded happily. “I wished we could have been in the grand salon, I in the great chair, you two on the soft deep cushions. Wouldn’t that be grand? I’m just happy to be here with you two wonderful friends. I love you both dearly.” I said with real feeling. They kissed me and held onto me, deeply touched.

“Is there anything you two would like to try?” I asked.

“Yes, Mum. I had hoped that we three could make love. I have wished it for as long as you have been here. I never imagined it would come true. I had wondered if it would be possible for three to make love to each other all at the same time.” Daisy said looking at me for the answer. I smiled at her skillful phrasing. A smart girl!

I thought for a moment. “I think there is. We can form a triangle and each place her face in the other’s cunnies. We can all tongue the others cunnies at the same time. If we all lie on our same, – right side.” We moved on the bed, and tried to arrange ourselves, but Daisy’s bed was just too small. There was not enough room. It was just barely big enough for the three of us to lie together, but not large enough for what we had in mind. There was not enough room on the floor either and the floor was hard and cold.

“We will go down to my room. My bed is huge and we shall have enough room. I’ll go first and signal you if it’s clear.” I slipped my gown on and tiptoed down the stairs. The house was quiet. Some of the servants were off on Saturdays. The two were at the top of the stairs, and I motioned them down. They slipped into my room quickly, and closed the door. I locked it. No one would dare open it, but I wanted to take no chances.

Betsy had never been in my room and was awed by it’s size. My bed is a huge four poster, with a lace fringed canopy over it Betsy and I pulled the covers down completely and undressing, we fell into bed. Betsy reveled in the satin sheets and pillowcases. She said she had never felt anything quite so wonderful.

“Mum, how do you keep from sliding out of bed?” She said it so sincerely I couldn’t laugh at her. Daisy giggled, and I cautioned her with a look.

“I just have to be careful. You get used to it, Betsy. They do feel wonderful. Sometimes I take off my night clothes and wiggle around between the sheets completely, sinfully naked. I usually wind up bringing myself off with my fingers, it feels so good. Now you can wiggle to your heart’s content.” She took me at my word and the two slid and wiggled over the smooth sheets. They had never felt anything like it. My face lit up watching the two twist and turn on the smooth sheets.

“Oh, Mum, you are right, it does get one’s cunny hot!” Betsy sighed wiggling face down on the sheets.

“Well, lets really get that delicious cunny of yours hotter. Let’s move together and try the triangle.”

On the huge bed it was no trouble to make our triangle. We all lay on our right sides, facing inward and positioned türkbükü escort ourselves so our heads were resting on a soft thigh, and our faces buried in a soft wet cunny. It felt so wonderful and sensuous, our bodies on the velvet sheets, and our heads on soft warm thighs.

I was kissing Betsy’s sweet cunny, while Daisy had her lips and tongue fastened to mine. Betsy licked her friend. I slowly licked Betsy, savoring her taste and smell. She, like Daisy leaked her sex juices. I tunneled my tongue up into her and sucked her juices. I stoked her rounded buttocks and slipped a finger to titillate her nether hole. I moved my head slightly and looked at her brown puckered hole that Daisy had washed so carefully.

With but a moments hesitation. I ran my tongue around her brown ring. It tasted unlike her cunny, but not unpleasant. I heard her groan as I circled it again.

I probed with my tongue. and the firm ring relaxed to let my tongue enter her ‘rear door’, as I had heard it called. I slid my fingers into her cunny, rotating them as I slid them in and out of her slippery core. I continued to slip my tongue in and out of her back hole while ‘finger fucking’ her sweet cunny. I loved that term the women used.

I moved back to her cunny, and found her hard clitty and sucked it. I moved my fingers inside her, trying to find the spot Daisy had found inside me that caused such a wonderful sensation. I plumbed her velvet depths, and found the opening into her uterus, a hard firm ring. I remembered Daisy had felt in the front of my cunny and I moved my fingers behind her pubic mound. There was a small round raised spot there and I ran my fingers over it. Betsy moaned aloud and I thought that I had found it.

I continued to suck her clitty and tongue it as I rubbed her tender inner spot. It took only short minutes till she began to thresh her hips and moan against Betsy’s spread cunny. I intensified my actions and her body went rigid, and she cried out as she climaxed. I slipped my lips to her core, and slid my tongue in beside my fingers in and out as fast as I could.

Her cunny literally gushed her sex juices into my mouth. They were so copious that they ran down my chin and onto her squirming thigh. Her juices were certainly not urine, but salty like the juices she produced while being stimulated. I swallowed them gladly, drinking from her sweet pulsing cunny. Her cunny spasmed, clamping down on my fingers, her juices spurting out of her cunny. I continued to tongue her as best I could until she let out a long moan and went limp. I removed my fingers and softly licked her inner cunny lips.

Daisy had not been idle and her lips, tongue and fingers played over, and into my cunny. She sucked my clitty and her fingers slid inside me giving me a wonderful sensation. My passion rose, then soared, till I cried out and came violently.

By now Betsy had recovered, and Daisy redoubled her efforts on Betsy till she too came again. We lay still locked together, but now our tongues licked slowly. I rolled over. We sat up and kissed, each of our faces wet with cunny juice. We laughingly licked each other off.

“Betsy, when you climaxed, your sweet cunny gushed juices out. Did this ever happen before. It was not pee. It tasted like your sweet cunny juice.” I asked still licking her face.

“No, Mum. Not that I know.” She said a little embarrassed.

“Oh, don’t be embarrassed, I loved it. But you gushed out juices. Daisy, I had my fingers inside her, and rubbed in the front of her cunny, just here , behind her pubic bone. ” I placed my finger on her body. “Like you did earlier to me.”

“Mum, I found out it felt good to have that spot pressed on. When my Jimmy gets behind me, and his big cock rubs hard against it, it really sets me on fire. Sometimes from the front, if he moves just right it feels so good. It just felt like it would be nice to rub it. I don’t think I ever did it to Betsy before.” Daisy said looking over at the friend.

“It really felt, I don’t know how, I felt like I had to pee, but then it really felt good. Very deep and real nice. Thank you , Mum for doing it.” Betsy said kissing me.

“Daisy, why don’t you try it on her? See if she does it again. Is really felt wonderful to me.”

“I’d love to, Mum. Come here you sweetheart. I’ll make you howl with joy. I want to fuck you with me fingers!” Daisy said pulling Betsy to her. They slid together with the familiarity of long experience.

I moved aside to watch. Daisy kissed her lips, while stroking her firm breasts. She moved down to them for a while, sucking her nipples to hard points before moving slowly down to her dark fringed cunny. Betsy slid her thighs apart and Daisy fingered, then kissed her cunny. She moved between then, slipping two fingers up inside her.

Betsy looked up at me. “Mum, please move over me and let me lick you while she licks me.”

I straddled her head and lowered my cunny to konacık escort her lips. I bent forward and this gave me a close look as Daisy made love to her friend. I watched as her two fingers, palm up stroked inside Betsy’s cunny.

Betsy moaned her approval, and her tongue speared my eager cunny. She slipped a finger inside my backside and I felt the suction of her lips. Daisy licked and sucked her clitty, and I could see her bright pink nubbin as Daisy’s lips and tongue bobbed up and down. I closed my eyes for a moment as heavenly sensations moved through my body, as Betsy flicked my swollen, aching clitty with her magic tongue.

She stopped for a moment as her own passion rose to a climax. “Oh, yes, there. Rub it there. It feels so good, ” she moaned. Daisy’s fingers flew pressing into her friends gaping cunny. Betsy went rigid under me, and she thrust her face hard against my cunny, and muffled her cries as she exploded.

Her hips bowed upward and Daisy’s fingers wiggled as she agitated the spot inside her friend. Then it happened, Betsy’s juices shot out past Daisy’s fingers. One spurt after another gushed out. Betsy had moved her face down, and the juices splashed onto her face. She didn’t stop for a moment. There were at least half a dozen, or more of the spurts, then Betsy gave a little cry and went limp.

I swung my leg off her and turned around, and kissed her face while she caught her breath. Daisy continued to softly lick her spread cunny. Finally, she moved up beside her friend.

“Well, I think we learned something. Betsy, your sweet cunny gushed it juices again. They went all over Daisy’s face. Look down at the bed, see the wet spots.

It looks like Daisy stumbled onto a very delightful spot to have rubbed. I wonder how many women know they have it.?” I said laughing at Betsy’s expression as she looked down at the several large wet spots on the satin sheets.

“Oh, Mum, I have soiled your beautiful satin sheets.” She said mortified.

“Not to worry, Love. Daisy will change them in the morning, and no one will ever know. I just wish my mouth had been there to catch them.” I laughed.

She quickly saw that everything was all right and smiled. I was still hot from her licking, my clitty aching. I knew Daisy must be excited from bring her friend to such a wonderful climax. I moved to her and in no time we were in a wonderful 69 again. As I had vowed earlier, I slid my finger deep into her perfect backside. She gasped as it wiggled deep inside her. I stroked it and out as I sucked her form swollen clit. We licked and sucked each other to a sobbing climax, as Betsy stroked our bodies. Spent we moved apart. We shifted on the bed, I lay between the two lovely warm women.

We lay together cuddling, absently stroking each other. It felt so warm and natural. “Betsy, what work do you do? I have never heard Daisy say.” I asked the lovely woman.

“I am a seamstress, I sew for Madame DeVille. I have worked for her for four years.” Daisy answered and kissed my cheek.

“Are you good?”

“Oh yes, Mum. One of her best. She gives me many of the hardest, and most expensive dresses to sew.” Betsy answered proudly.

“She pays well?” I asked hoping for a negative answer.

“No, Mum, she’s terrible to work for! She doesn’t pay us well, and owes all of us back wages. We normally work from six in the morning till six at night, but she keeps us later many nights till eight and even ten in the evening, and we get no extra pay for it.”

I asked how much she made a week. When she told me I was shocked. I knew what Madame DeVille charged for her gowns. She was paying her workers a pittance.

“How would you like to come to work for me earning — ?” I named a sum that I knew equaled Daisy’s pay.

“Oh, Mum. Don’t make fun of me.” She said dejectedly.

“I am very serious, Betsy Dearest. I will pay that sum to you each, and every week, without fail. Daisy, I know it is equal to your pay. I have a reason. When Auntie learns how much I pay Betsy, she will have to give you a raise. She’s really an old softie, beneath her crusty exterior. Don’t tell her I told you, but she thinks you are a true gem. She thinks the world of you. Always telling me what a good, faithful, hard worker you are.

“Betsy, you will be my personal maid. You will have the same days off Daisy has. You will also sew for me. I will also buy extra cloth, and you can sew for yourself and Daisy when you have time. If you sew for Auntie, I will see that she will pay you what Madame DeVille charges. Will you do that?”

She jumped up on her knees. “Oh, yes, Misses Diana. Yes! I will do a good job for you. I promise.” She said, face beaming. “I will be a good maid, and seamstress. I will do what ever you want, anything, Mum.” She said with great conviction.

“Wonderful, after six months, we will talk again, if you are satisfactory I will give you added privileges, and a raise in pay. I enter the university in the fall, and you can be a great help to me. You may have the room next to Daisy. I think you both will like that. Just be very discrete when you go to each other’s room. Or slipping down to mine.” I added laughing. “I think we three will make a wonderful trio.” I said hugging them both. They were overjoyed. They couldn’t thank my enough. They kissed and kissed me.

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After I finally split with my womanising boyfriend I moved into a large Victorian house that had been turned into a number of small apartments. It seemed that they were mostly occupied by single woman, but with the mood I was in then I only saw that as a plus. My apartment is best described as ‘okay’, a bit small, but then there was only me, and somewhat oddly proportioned because of its earlier life, but it was handy for shopping and convenient for work and so I figured it would do nicely.

As I was busy moving in a woman from an apartment down the hall came out to welcome me with an offer of a coffee, which I thought was nice.

‘Hi.’ She said. ‘I’m Cara and I guess you’re my new neighbour. I bet you haven’t got everything working yet, so would you like a coffee, I’ve just made a pot?’

‘Thanks, yes, I’d love one.’ I brushed wayward hair out of my eyes and looked around at a tall, beautiful blonde. ‘And I’m Alison.’

She was right, I hadn’t got my coffee pot working yet and I felt the need of a break. She was maybe fifteen or twenty years older than me, somewhere in her early forties, but that didn’t seem to matter, we were soon chatting away as if we’d known each other for years. Eventually, after an hour that seemed to fly by, I had to excuse myself and carry on with my move, though I genuinely felt reluctant to get up. Cara seemed disappointed that I couldn’t stay longer and extracted a promise to call around to see her again as soon as I could. It never occurred to me at the time that there was any ulterior motive behind her friendliness.

It was a few days before I got the chance to pay a return visit, and then only because when I came home a note through my door informed me that a parcel had been delivered when I was out and it had been left with her. I grabbed a quick sandwich and went round to see if it was the set of tablemats that I’d ordered.

‘You’ve got a brilliant sense of timing.’ She told me as she hooked an arm over my shoulders and ushered me down the hall, past a stand with a tablemat shaped package on it. ‘I’ve just opened a bottle of wine so now we can share it and welcome you properly.’

It was perhaps a bit presumptuous, but I didn’t really mind because I’d enjoyed her company so much the last time.

She guided me into a seat at one end of a cream leather sofa and then disappeared into the kitchen, leaving me looking around a wonderfully uncluttered lounge, not a bit like my untidy place. On a table to one side stood an open bottle of red wine and one half full glass, so I guess she was telling the truth about the wine, even though I did wonder about it later on.

A minute or so later she reappeared carrying another glass, which she filled and held out to me. Our hands touched as I took it, and it seemed that maybe she held on just a second or so too long, but again I thought nothing of it. What I did wonder about was why she went to stand behind the sofa without taking her own glass. I was soon to find out.

‘You have lovely hair.’ She said, reaching over the sofa back and playing idly with my long dark tresses. ‘I think I prefer brunette.’ Her hand rested momentarily on my shoulder as she played.

‘Thank you.’ I replied, wondering about the frisson of pleasure her touch had provoked. ‘I always wanted to be blonde like you.’

‘Oh no, Alison.’ She exclaimed, her hand resting lightly on my shoulder again. I was wearing a singlet style top and her fingers felt warm on my skin ‘With eyes as dark as yours blonde would look all wrong.’

I didn’t reply and she stood silently behind me, her hand cupping my shoulder before very softly and gently wandering down my arm as far as she could reach. It felt good, but a little confusing because I wasn’t sure what had made her want to stroke me like that.

‘Your skin is lovely too.’ She spoke softly, still running gentle fingertips along my arm. ‘Oh, to have young skin like yours.’

‘Thank you.’ I answered again, any doubts calmed by the compliment. I changed my glass to my free hand to take a sip from my wine.

‘Nice?’ She asked.

I wasn’t sure if she meant the wine or the touch of her fingers on my skin, but it was true of both although I couldn’t understand why she was stroking my arm.

‘Yes.’ I told her, taking another sip of wine in an attempt to show I was answering for that rather than for the feel of her fingers.

I felt rather than saw her smile knowingly and her hand went back to my shoulder, gently pushing my hair out of the way so that her fingertips could caress my neck. It made me shudder with pleasure, and I think she realised it because she pushed my hair further out of the way and quickly bent down to plant a tiny kiss on the nape of my neck. That kiss, just a tiny touch of her lips, set the alarm bells ringing, but it felt so nice. It was the first sign of affection that anyone had shown me since before I’d caught my ex texting his latest conquest. Without thinking I bent my head forward, inviting more, but bodrum escort bayan Cara simply chuckled and walked around the sofa to come and sit beside me.

‘Drink your wine.’ She instructed me calmly, totally ignoring what had just happened.

Confused and slightly anxious I quietly obeyed, downing the rest of the wine and then sitting for a short while with the empty glass in my hand before I suddenly realised and leaned over to put it on the table.

When I sat back she twisted in her seat to face me, reaching out with her hand to start again stroking my arm with the back of her fingers. I sat staring straight ahead with my hands on my knees and my heart beginning to beat faster and louder. I knew now what was happening, but I felt like a passive onlooker who could do nothing to stop it – nor wanted to. It was as if all I could do was to let it happen. I’d never had a woman come on to me before and she was stirring uncomfortable feelings that I didn’t know I had.

Her hand roamed up and down my arm and along my shoulder, further each time until she reached my neck. But this time she let her fingertips slide forward, caressing my throat so gently until she cupped my chin, exerting gentle pressure to turn my face towards her. My head turned before my eyes did, but eventually I had to turn my gaze to her face, to see pale blue eyes regarding me warmly as her full mouth moved slowly towards mine.

I let her kiss me. It wasn’t anything passionate or intense, just a tender meeting of lips lasting seconds before it was over and she pulled away again.

‘All right?’ She asked, looking questioningly into my eyes and sounding faintly anxious.

For some reason that slightly nervous tone in her voice helped. I nodded and cleared my dry throat. ‘Yes.

She leaned in for another kiss but this time her arm slid over the back of the sofa to pull me towards her as well, and this time the kiss was just a little firmer, just a little less tentative. I didn’t kiss her back, I was far too nervous and my heart was still beating far too fast for that, I just passively allowed her to kiss me. She pulled back a little way and looked hard at me as if to understand my reaction, and then she kissed me again. Her kisses now followed one after the other, her arm around my shoulders held me tighter and the other reached across me to clutch my arm and enfold me in a complete embrace as she kissed me, so that slowly but surely I began instinctively to respond, my lips parting slightly and pressing themselves against hers.

She didn’t push things, her tongue didn’t force its way into my mouth even though our lips were parted, so that it seemed more affectionate than sexual. Even so I intuitively knew there was a distinct sexual element to what she was doing and soon my own free arm had found its way across to hold her arm too. We were cuddling properly and now our tongues came into play. We began to probe between each other’s lips, and I’m not absolutely sure who started it – but it felt nice.

As we kissed I felt her hand run slowly up and down my arm. I enjoyed the feel of her caressing me like that, until I suddenly realised that the heel of her hand was brushing against my breast more and more each time. Once more my mouth went suddenly dry and my heart pounded again. This was definitely sexual, there was no disguising it, although I think she was trying to stealthily move right over onto my breast before I realised what was happening. I just sat there and let her kiss me as she did it, unable or unwilling to say anything, passively allowing her to feel my breast through my summer clothes. I could have, should have, stopped her, but it was too nice and it just felt good to be wanted.

For a little while she fondled my breast as we kissed, making me feel unexpectedly thrilled, until all of a sudden she stopped and pulled away, looking closely at me again. For a moment I felt confused, rejected almost, and wondered what was wrong. But then she smiled and stood up, holding her hand down for me to take.

I reached up and climbed to my feet, feeling her arms go around me and pull me into a full embrace, kissing me briefly before whispering in my ear.

‘Shall we go and do things properly?’

It was phrased as a question but she was already leading me through into her bedroom.

It was quite a big bedroom, larger than mine anyway, with the high ceilings inherited from the room’s past life and a massive window that the late sun shone through. It was as strangely proportioned as mine but Cara had kept it entirely feminine and cosy with lovely soft furnishings and a net curtain over the window to keep it private. The bed itself was a king size with a simple white duvet and pillow set that contrasted beautifully with the deep pink of the carpet. I was taking all this in even as she led me to the bed, kicking off her shoes and waiting as I did the same.

She embraced me again, kissing me deeply before her bodrum sınırsız escort hands went to the hem of my top and began to work it up between us. I whimpered softly as my fears cut in.

‘Don’t be nervous.’

I wasn’t nervous, I was confused and terrified. My heart had begun hammering once more and I could hear my breathing harsh in my ear. Moving into the bedroom had suddenly brought the reality of what was happening home to me and I was scared stupid. But the trouble was that I didn’t want it to stop and I couldn’t explain the contradiction. It was like riding a train where I was enjoying my journey but frightened to reach my destination. I raised my arms submissively as she pulled my top over my head and then looked about wildly as her hands went around me to unclip my bra. Then I just meekly stood there as my bra joined my top on the floor, gazing resolutely downwards as she held me at arm’s length to look at me naked to the waist.

‘You are beautiful.’ Cara told me in a whisper. I sure as hell didn’t feel beautiful, but it was good to hear her say so.

She held me by the shoulders for a minute or so and then her hand went to the fastening of my skirt, I heard the buzz of the zip and then the sight of the skirt pooling around my feet. She dropped to her knees and her fingers sought the waistband of my pale lemon panties. I couldn’t suppress the sudden thought that yellow was just the right colour for the way I was feeling right then. I gripped her shoulders for balance and obediently raised each leg in turn for her to work them over my feet. I was naked in another woman’s bedroom and trembling from a mix of fear and excitement.

She stepped back and I raised my eyes to meet hers, watching as she reached back and unzipped her long summer dress, allowing it to fall to the floor without taking her eyes from me. We watched each other intently as she unclipped her deep red bra and shook her arms to let it fall, and then balanced herself on the edge of a cupboard a she pushed her matching panties down and stepped out of them.

I couldn’t help it; I stared at her, taking in the view of a beautiful, grown-up, naked woman. She wasn’t slender and girlish like me; she was a mature woman with a mature body, full, curvy, and very feminine. I couldn’t keep my eyes off of her, especially when I saw that she had shaved her pubes. I’d seen shaved pubes in porn films and a couple of my friends admitted (while drunk) that they shaved theirs, but I’d never come across it in real life, so to speak. I thought it wonderful, especially suited to Cara’s colouring, blonde and pale skinned.

She let me look at her for a few moments and then she climbed onto the bed, sprawling on her side and patting the space next to her in obvious invitation. This really was it; I was nearing that destination I’d been so worried about. I was being seduced by another woman and this was the moment of no return. I either went with it or pulled back from the brink and although my mind still hesitated my libido wanted to go on. My libido won, I found myself walking around the bed like an automaton and then climbing on to lay on my back beside her, arms and legs straight down and staring anxiously at the ceiling.

She leaned over and kissed me long and passionately, making me very conscious of our nakedness with the warm sensation of her skin on mine all the way down my body before she leaned away to rest on one elbow and gaze down at me again.

‘All right?’

I nodded and licked my lips. ‘Yes.’

She smiled and reached over to run her hand up and down my body, reaching down to just below my navel and then flipping it over to trail its way up, with the backs of her fingers catching on my nipple as they rode over my breast and making me quietly catch my breath. Several times she did this, watching me intently each time as if to be sure I was enjoying her touch. Then, satisfied I was, she laid her hand on my breast and drew lazy sensuous circles around it with her fingertips.

‘Don’t be nervous.’ She whispered.

‘I’m not.’ I assured her, lying through my teeth.

Yes, I was nervous, very nervous, but not in the way she meant, it was a different sort of nervous now. Before I’d been nervous about her touching me, nervous about being seduced and maybe even made love to, but now I was nervous that it might not go right, that I might chicken out, or she would decide she didn’t want to, or anything that might leave me high and dry. Like I said, it was a very different kind of nervous, but I tried to reassure her by putting one arm around her neck and draping it across her shoulder.

She played with my breast and I enjoyed letting her do it. The feel of her fingers circling around my nipple, and then squeezing my breast or gripping my nipple and tugging on it, all served to turn me on. Soon I wasn’t just letting her touch me; I was actively encouraging her with little sounds of enjoyment. bodrum merkez escort I was becoming more and more aroused. Eventually she must have come to the conclusion that the time was right and she wriggled down a little way, leaning over to replace her fingers with her lips, taking my nipple into her mouth and sucking it hard. At the same time her hand slid down and across my stomach, coming to rest with her fingertips buried in my bush. I waited excitedly; knowing what was coming but not entirely sure if she would go straight there.

My arm tightened on her shoulder, trying silently to press her over a little more and encourage her hand to explore further, but she still teased me for a few minutes, running her fingertips lightly up and down over my stomach at the same time as she licked and sucked my breast. I tried to entice her, letting my legs deliberately drift a little way apart and making little pleasure sounds every time her fingers strayed close to my pubes, but at first she was having none of it. It almost got to the point of me directly asking her to touch me before she finally relented and lifted her head from my breast and gazed at my face again while her fingers ploughed through my bush and down onto my pussy.

The feel of her cool slender fingers gently exploring me was all I needed to make everything all right. They were so different from anything I was used to that the fact that they were attached to another woman ceased to matter at all. I had already given in to the idea that a woman could turn me on and now I found I was so right. All the men I had ever been with – not that I’d been with that many – had rather clumsily sought out my hole and blundered in, but Cara didn’t even go there at first, she just gently stroked my curls out of the way and explored me all the way from the tender skin between my holes right up to my clitoris, and I loved every bit of it.

Soon she was homing in on my clit, wandering closer each time until finally she was concentrating solely on my little button. She knew just what to do, of course she did, and soon she had me wriggling with pleasure as she rubbed it, stroked it, flicked at it and even took hold and squeezed it between finger and thumb. All the time she looked directly at me, locking her gaze with mine, so that I was pinned by her lovely pale blues eyes, unable to do anything but enjoy her touch. It seemed no time at all before I began to feel a climax building, my first ever from another woman.

She could sense that I was getting near and her movements began to speed up, rubbing me faster and harder so that I gasped from the sensation that flooded through me. Then as I got closer to coming and my breathing became ragged and my muscles began to tighten she did something I really didn’t expect. When I was right on the brink she placed the heel of her hand on my mound and raised her fingers, bringing them down sharply to play a rapid rat-a-tat-tat on my clit so that a shock of sensations shot through me and I pretty much exploded into an orgasm. I’d never thought of doing that to myself, but it sure worked because my climax was one of the longest and most ferocious I’ve ever experienced. When it passed all I could do was to lay there panting for breath and trembling from head to foot, uttering little gasping cries from each aftershock.

Cara just rested her hand quietly on my pussy and, when my breathing returned to something like normal, leaned down to kiss me gently on the lips.

‘Was that nice?’ She asked, grinning.

‘What do you think?’ I responded between breaths.

‘I’m glad.’ She smiled. ‘I wasn’t sure how you’d react.’

I wasn’t sure if she meant rapping my pussy or seducing me into bed in the first place, but the answer was the same for both. ‘A whole lot better than I might have expected to.’ I told her ambiguously.

She smiled knowingly, still propped on one elbow and looking down at me as if she understood exactly what I meant. The look on her face was so warm and caring that I couldn’t help a sudden surge of affection that flooded through me. I pulled her down towards me.

‘Kiss me.’

She smiled again and then she did as I asked and her mouth came down on mine, kissing me hungrily. I kissed her just as fervently, my tongue dancing with hers as I held her close.

‘I like your kisses.’ I told her truthfully when we eventually pulled apart.

‘Oh, I can do better than that.’ She smiled sexily.

I stared at her with my lack of understanding plainly written across my face.

She smiled broadly. ‘Wait and see.’

I still didn’t understand, but then she leaned down and gave me a quick peck on the lips before wriggling from my embrace and heading down the bed. It took me a moment or two even then before comprehension finally dawned, but when it did, my heart gave a sudden lurch and I found myself trembling with anticipation. Cara was intending to go down on me. She’d said she could kiss me better and that was what she had meant. I closed my eyes and waited.

She settled herself between my legs, urging them further apart before she used her thumbs to push my bush out of the way and then part my labia. I waited with my eyes tight shut, knowing she was staring at my pussy from so close up that I could feel her breath on my skin, and I was feeling both excited and embarrassed because of it.

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A ‘Third Empire of Man’ story

CHAPTER 1

Rear Admiral John Timmons sat in his office, sulking about the big come down in his career. Six months before he had been the commanding authority for the entire Pegasus sector. Now he was just the commanding officer of a small supply base on Cyrus three. The only function of this base was to fill requisitions and supply security to a small lab, next door. He sat in his office thinking back to the cause of him being posted here.

Six months prior, things had been going great! He’d had total control of his sector, and the space station where he was posted. He had thought he was on ‘Easy Street’! Everything just seemed to be falling into place. Soon he would have his third star, and enough time in, for retirement. He and his wife could buy a nice place on a warm planet, or he could just relax and enjoy life.

Everything was just great, except one thing: a Commander Daniel McLain and his crew of misfits. He had tried every trick he knew to make McLain and his crew look bad. He had been segregating them from the rest of the station and denied them parts and supplies, figuring that if he could make their next mission fail, some of the power that they seemed to hold would be gone. However, somehow… he suspected through massive theft and larceny… they not only had their ship ready, but had improved it, enabling them to not only take the mission, but accomplish it with ease.

Somehow, everything, he had done had gotten back to Imperial headquarters! He had received orders to report in front of an imperial military review board. He could remember it as if it had happened just yesterday. He had stood at attention in front of his immediate commander Vice Admiral Jackson and had gotten a full dressing down.

“Just what the hell did you think you were trying to pull? Commander McLane and his crew are part of the Imperial guard! They’re not Navy! As Imperial Guards, they answer directly to the Emperor! Even I have no command over them, except as pertains to basic orders. Our job, basically, is just supporting them! Your career would be over now if not for some of your friends in the Admiralty! Since it’s obvious you are not capable of running a sector, I have a nice cushy little assignment for you. There’s a new base opening on Cyrus three. This base is basically there just to support a top-secret civilian lab with supplies and security. I am posting you there as their commanding officer. You should be able to just coast your way to retirement. You can forget about that third star, but if you do a good job, you might still keep your pension. Screw this up, and I don’t care who you know in the Admiralty. Your ass is gone!”

Now escort mecidiyeköy he sat in his office, trying to think of ways to salvage his career. This Base was new. Everything was still one big cluster fuck. He thought the best way to make himself look good was to make this base one of the smoothest running bases that there ever was. He’d change things so that everything was running the Navy way: by the book.

The next day Admiral Timmons decided he would inspect his new command. Since this was a supply base, he thought the first place to inspect would be a supply depot calling for his adjutant to join him.

Walking in he asked to see a senior supply officer. After being introduced to Commander Helen Smith, they started the tour of the depot. The Admiral was very surprised at what they found. It seemed that the depot was filled with an incredible variety of stock, with no really apparent reason for having the different items. There was a vast supply of ordnance, which was surprising since this was not a fleet supply base. There was everything here from Medical Auto-Doc’s, Fem-Bots, spaceship parts, to various ordnance, including mines, torpedoes, lasers and other weapons.

Turning to supply officer he said. “Commander Smith what is this? You have a little of everything here, and it doesn’t make any sense to have such a smorgasbord of different items. Would you care to explain why you carry such a variety?”

“The lady in the lab next door just tells us what we need to order for her, and we order it.”

“Does she say why she needs each item? Or what she’s going to do with them?”

“No, Mrs. O’Connor just says what she needs. Then we fill out the proper requisition to get what she asked for. And when it comes in we deliver it.”

“What? That’s not the proper way things are done in this Navy. She needs to fill out the proper requisitions and have them approved as to their use. That’s the way it will be done henceforth. Strictly ‘by the book’!”

“The O’Connor’s aren’t going like that!”

“We’ll just see about that!” He had said stomping off.

The Admiral was in a foul mood as he continued his inspection of his command. After inspecting the mess hall, barracks, and base motor pool. They began inspecting the rest of the base. The base bordered the land where the lab was built. The lab consisted of a nice house and a large building with a small landing field. Next to it was what was obviously a large junkyard, with a twenty-foot wide pathway between them. He noticed guards patrolling down the pathway and around the area that the lab sat on.

Turning to his adjutant he asked. “Why are there no guards escort istanbul inside the fence line? And why is that junkyard sitting there?”

“Sir, that junkyard belongs to Mrs. O Connor and her brother. The O’Connor’s will not let any naval personnel on their land, unless making a delivery. They say that they don’t need all the security and just want to be left alone.”

“This situation is very strange. Just what are they doing in there?”

“No one knows, Sir. We just know that this base was established to support the O’Connor’s. We are not sure what they’re doing in there!”

“This is one of the strangest setups I’ve ever heard of. I’ve noticed in the table of organization that this base is assigned two interceptors and a destroyer. Where are they now? Out on patrols?”

“No, Sir. They are parked at the main spaceport, a little over twenty kilometers away.”

“Twenty kilometers! That’s ridiculous! If the only reason is having the ships is to support the O’Connor’s, then they should be parked closer. That landing field is covering at least twenty acres. Isn’t there plenty of room to park more ships? Not just those two interceptors and that destroyer!”

“The O’Connor’s won’t let any other ships on their private field without their express permission. One of the interceptors is their private ship. Mrs. O’Connor’s brother Daniel is converting the other interceptor, and the destroyer, into yachts. The only other ship I’ve ever seen land here, was an Imperial sling ship.”

“There’s going to be a lot of changes around here, Captain Miller. See if you can schedule me an appointment with the O’Connor’s in my office sometime tomorrow?” The admiral told his adjutant thinking that he would have the advantage of being in his office instead of being on their home ground.

Early the next morning the Admiral was sitting at his desk reading what little he could find in the O’Connor’s files:

Tom O’Connor 32: eight years Sergeant Galactic Marine Corps dishonorably discharged: failure to obey a lawful order.

Six years: licensed bounty hunter.

Married: Desirée O’Toole.

Co-owner former interceptor ship 2086 ‘Luck of the Irish’ Homeport Cyrus Three

Rest of file sealed: Highest Top-Secret.

Desirée O’Connor 30; owner and operator O’Toole Selvage

Co-owner former interceptor ship 2086 ‘Luck of the Irish’ Homeport Cyrus Three

Married: Tom O’Connor, mother to one son: Patrick.

Rest of file sealed: Highest Top-Secret.

As he read these, he was just more confused. Why would the government be so abiding to these people? A dishonorably discharged Marine turned bounty hunter, and obviously topkapı escortları working as a mechanic, just didn’t make any sense! And then to have their files sealed so tightly that even his clearance was rejected? As he sat pondering all this is the intercom buzzed with his secretary announcing.

“Admiral, the O’Connor’s are here to see you as you requested.”

“Please send them right in.” The admiral said while deciding to take full advantage and let them know how things were going to work henceforth.

Upon entering the room, O’Connor extended his hand to the Admiral and said, “Hello. I’m Tom O’Connor and this is my wife Desirée.”

Ignoring the extended hand he said. “Yes, I know who you are. I’m Admiral Timmons on the new base commander here. There’re going to be a lot of new changes to the way things operate now. First of all, anytime you need supplies you will turn in the proper requisitions and goes through all channels then you will report to me with the use of the said supplies are. Next I have three ships that are there to support you although having them 20 km away are ridiculous from this day forwards they will be parked on your landing strip. And lastly since we are here to provide security, I will be posting guards outside your building not just walking the perimeter.”

After hearing the Admiral’s rude comments and his blatant disregard to proper manners Tom yelled.

“If that’s what you want, we quit. Pack up your base and get the hell out of here!”

After hearing this, the Admiral yelled back, “Just who the hell do you think you are? I’m in command here not you!”

The next thing he knew, he was picking himself up off the floor.

His nose was bleeding as he was yelling, “Guards! Guards, arrest this man!”

Immediately, two guards rushed into the room upon seeing the Admiral bleeding. They pointed their weapons and immediately took O’Connor into custody.

Desirée O’Connor said, “Admiral, you can’t do this. We are civilians. We are not under your command.”

“Yes… I… can!” the admiral ground out between gritted teeth. “He assaulted me, and this is an Imperial base of which I am the commander. He will be tried, and when convicted. He will serve time in prison.”

“We’ll just see about that!” she said while heading for the exit.

Just before she went out the door he had said, “Just remember Mrs. O’Connor, I’m in command here and since you are contracted with the government you work for me.”

Spinning back around she replied, “That’s where you’re wrong! I have an understanding with the government, but there is no contract. After I contact your boss, you’ll find out just how much authority you really have!”

After thinking a few seconds she added, “Also, before you get too carried away you should know my husband is a Peacekeeper!”

“I’m not worried about some planetary peacekeeper!”

“He’s not

a planetary peacekeeper! He’s an Imperial Peacekeeper!”

Edited By TeNderLoin & The Old Fart

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*All characters are over the age of 18*

Sean POV

The high school that I was a student teacher at was pretty raunchy. It was not uncommon to see naked students, hearing the moans of students in the bathroom, and even students going through a nudist program. It was ok though, because it was a high school of only 18 year old seniors, and this was like a porno version of Heaven.

As raunchy as the high school was, it was nothing compared to the college. The entire high school of about 200 had maybe a dozen students in their nudist program. The college, it seemed like a good quarter or so went naked. People fucked without closing their dormroom door. Girls came out of communal showers with about a 50/50 chance of wearing a towel. Basically, an American Pie movie come to life.

I found my friend, Dave’s dorm, and knocked. It wasn’t quite shut all the way and the door creaked open. There was a girl in his room that he was talking to. It wasn’t his girlfriend, as she had brown skin, a more athletic body, and longer hair. There was something on her butt, and when I realized what it was, a large fluffy tail, I nearly couldn’t believe what I was seeing. That wasn’t brown skin, it was brown fur. That wasn’t long hair, those were two bunny ears sloping behind her head.

“What the fuck?!”

“Sean!” Dave said. He was on the other side of the rabbit girl, who turned around. She had more rabbit features on her face, with a small rabbit nose and buck teeth that somehow made her even cuter. She also had eyes that might’ve seemed a bit big for her head, but they worked for her.

The rabbit girl extended her gloved hand. “Hi, I’m Lola Bunny!”

“Sean,” I replied. I turned to Dave. “How?”

Dave chuckled. “Little bit of roleplay. It’s Stacy, but not quite Stacy. She’s roleplaying as Lola Bunny, and will think and behave as Lola Bunny. Well, an X-Rated version of her anyway. Becky showed us how.”

“Incredible.” I moved my hand to touch the fur on her face. It was so soft, and just beneath the thin layer of fur was her warm, supple flesh. “So, she does she know she’s roleplaying?”

“Not quite. But she’ll remember everything when she snaps out of it, and deep down, it is still Stacy. We were about to have a go, but you can have your fun.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, we did a few other characters before, and it would not the first time you fucked my girlfriend.” Dave had no bitterness in his voice. I didn’t fuck her until we were in this porno afterlife, so that counted for something. And I still had Dave’s permission.

Lola wasted no time and her gloved hand passed over the crotch of my pants and she squeezed my bulge. “Mmm, it’s growing.”

“Well, she’s not shy,” I said.

“Absolutely not shy at all.” Lola grinned, showing some her teeth that were behind her buck teeth. She took my hand and brought it to her chest. I squeezed her soft breast over her white basketball jersey. They were soft and very realistic, and I felt her fur even through the thin fabric. I reached my hands to the bottom of the jersey and pushed it up. My fingers slid up her stomach, covered in soft, fine fur. Underneath the thin fur was a hot, athletic body. My palms made contact with her breasts, and they were soft, yet firm. Her nipples were bare of any fur, and I leaned to suckle on them, eliciting a moan from her lips.

Lola helped me get the jersey over her head and tossed it to the side. Her soft lips met mine. Somehow, her teeth didn’t get in the way, but I did feel the fur on her face. It didn’t bother me, as I pressed my tongue into her mouth. Our hands explored each other, and I gripped her tight ass. I rubbed her cunt through her shorts and she moaned into my mouth. My hand slipped over the elastic band of her shorts and panties, and I felt her escort merter moist slit. Fur got increasingly sparse the closer to her snatch.

Her moans got more intense and she broke the kiss to undo my pants and then helped me out the rest of my clothes. After being naked in front of my students so many times, getting naked in front of Dave barely even crossed my mind. She got on the bed on all fours and wiggled her ass and her tail. I took the invite and pulled her shorts down. Her tail fluffed from being pulled through the tiny hole in the back of her shorts. It was seamless and natural on her back, and I took a fmoment to enjoy her fur covered ass and pussy before pushing my dick into her.

Lola moaned loudly and arched her back when I gripped her hips to thrust into her. “Fuck yeah, Sean!”

“Fuck yes, Stacy!”

“Who’s Stacy?” Lola panted. “I’m Lola.”

“This roleplay is serious business,” Dave said, who had his pants around his ankles, jacking off to us. “She really doesn’t remember being Stacy right now.”

“Ah right.” I said, still thrusting. My cock buried deep into her warm, tight orifice. “Fuck yeah, Lola!”

I pounded Lola’s pussy and reached under to massage her swaying breast. My other hand rubbed her clit and her moans got even louder. She turned her head and watched me pound away. Her pussy gripped me tighter and her hands gripped the sheets underneath her. She begged for more and I fucked her harder. Waves of pleasure washed over my body and she let out a loud moan as she came with me. She collapsed on the bed and let me fill her with every drop.

Semen leaked from her pussy as she continued to lie spread eagle upon the bed. I looked at Dave and blushed. “Sorry for making a mess on your bed.”

Dave shrugged. “First off, that’s my roommate’s bed. And second, ‘messes’ don’t really stay in this realm, unless it’s sexy for them to.”

I watched the semen evaporate into nothing. Not even a crusty residue on the sheets. There was still some between Lola’s legs, which she scooped up with a finger and licked with a seductive look in her eye. “That was amazing, Sean. I can’t wait for next time.”

I snapped my fingers and all my clothes were suddenly back on. “But at the school, the cheerleaders had to lick each other clean after I came on them.”

Dave laughed. “Exactly. It stays if it’s sexy.”

“Oh, right.”

Dave and I gave a last look at Lola before Dave walked up and pushed her bunny nose in. Fur retracted back into her creamy white skin as she morphed back into Stacy. As hot as Lola was, it was still great to see a naked Stacy form before my eyes. The last part to change was her bunny ears, which both retracted back to normal ears, and turned into Stacy’s long hair. Something swelled up on her nose and pushed against Dave’s finger. It detached from Stacy and resembled a marble. Superimposed on the marble was an image of Lola.

Dave walked over to a bag of marbles. Each one had the image of a different person, some real, some clearly not. I recognized a few. There was Britney Spears, Hermione, Harry Potter, young Clint Eastwood, old Clint Eastwood, Chewbacca, Leia, and a few I couldn’t quite tell. One looked strangely like Dave’s stepmother. “Y’all really get down here.”

“Says the teacher fucking all his students,” Stacy said.

“Touche,” I said. “So Becky helped you get these?”

“She made them for us,” Dave said. “Eventually, we can study energy manipulation enough to make our own marbles, and then hold a form without using marbles, but these are a few she gave us to start.”

A realization hit me. “Wait a second, when did you guys realize?”

“Realize what?” Stacy asked, still naked.

I gestured around myself, and Stacy seemed confused. Dave istanbul eskort spoke up. “Oh, that we didn’t actually survive the car crash? Shortly after you left for the high school.”

“Oh, yeah,” Stacy said. “It seemed so obvious when we realized it all. Like, come on now!”

“That’s amazing!” I exclaimed. “I was afraid I’d be the only one knowing.”

“Well, Patrick still hasn’t quite realized everything. He’s been a bit busy getting wasted and going to frat parties.”

#

Patrick POV

The room was dark, and the smell of alcohol and weed filled the air. Pop music filled the silence, along with the moans of those hooking up at the party just outside the room. There were two couples making out in the corners of the room, about to escalate to sex. The rest of us, about a dozen or so, sat in a circle. We were playing spin the bottom, except you fucked the person you landed on. It became my turn to spin.

Playing the game in mixed company like this, there was a chance I’d land on a guy. Some of the guys here though, they weren’t bad. If they were my first gay experience, I would not be mad. However, as chance would have it, the bottle landed on this hot brunette. The circle cheered for us, and I leaned in for a kiss. She accepted my kiss, and I enjoyed her soft lips for a moment before she stood and led us away from the circle.

We only broke the kiss to strip our clothes away. We didn’t even know each other’s names. All I knew was that she hot, and I guess she must’ve thought I was hot enough as well. Our clothes came off piece by piece until we were both naked. We explored each other’s bodies with our hands and then with our mouths. She was wild.

She propped a leg up on my hip and lowered herself onto my hard cock. We fucked standing up and I grabbed her ass for support. This girl had incredible balance and once or twice, I could’ve sworn she was floating. Her pussy clenched on me tight and she held me close. I could no longer hold back, and I filled her pussy.

She was panting as she dismounted me. Globs of semen dripped down her thighs and she scooped it with her fingers to lick it. “If Tiffany was here, she would lick this off.”

“Tiffany sounds fun.”

“Oh she is. She’s a cheerleader like me.” The girl extended her clean hand. “Rachel.”

“Patrick.” I took her hand. “So, you cheer for this campus?”

“Oh no, the high school on the other end of town.”

“High school?” My stomach dropped.

Rachel chuckled. “I’m an 18 year old senior, don’t worry.”

“Oh, ok.” I felt a bit lighter. “So the high school, eh? My friend Sean is a student teacher there.”

Rachel’s eyes went wide. “I know him! Great guy. Nice cock!”

“Wow, ok.” I blushed and avoided her eyes. I did not expect Sean to be the type to nail students. However, she was 18, so I guess it was ok. Still, I wanted to change the subject. “So where is Tiffany?”

“Probably trying to convince the dean to let her into this school next semester.”

“This late at night?” I asked, until the realization hit me. “Oh.”

“Yeah.” Rachel led me into the living room of the party where she prepared us both a drink.

I thanked her for the drink, and we exchanged stories back and forth. I explained to her how crazy the past week has been. Rachel raised her eyebrows as I related my stories of new sexual adventures.

“No idea why these things are starting now?”

“Not really, should I?” I glanced at her as I sipped my drink. “You’re not going to tell me Mercury is in retrograde or something?”

Rachel chuckled, which jiggled her breasts slightly. “No, nothing like that. Just curious if something might’ve been up.”

“Just my dick.”

“I know.” Rachel touched the tip of my penis, which taksim esc was already starting to get hard again. We fucked a few more times throughout the night, and I downed a few more drinks. Somehow I was more ready to go after taking a drink. The thought of the frat guys spiking the drink to make the guys horny crossed my mind. Then I thought that maybe this was an astral realm, because my friends and I died in that crash a week ago, which is when everything started getting weird, and these drinks weren’t spiked with drugs, but infused with a kind of sexual energy.

Then I thought, nah, that’s crazy talk, and proceeding to plow the hot brunette with me. At some point even later in the night, we ended up back at my dorm. I let Rachel sleep in Sean’s bed, since he hardly ever came back from his student teaching. Does he sleep at the school or something? That was never quite clear to me. Those were the thoughts I had as I drifted to sleep.

#

Sean POV

“I think he managed to make it back to his dorm last night,” Stacy said. “I saw him with a girl.”

“Oh?” Dave asked. The three of us went down the hall and went to the dorm that I technically shared with Patrick, even if I wasn’t there often. Patrick was collapsed in a heap in the middle of the floor completely naked, with drool dripping from his mouth.

“I haven’t drank here, yet,” I said. “Are there hangovers in the afterlife?”

“Well,” Dave said. “It’s technically not alcohol we drink, but something designed to mimic the effects. So, if one were to mimic all the effects, then yes.”

“Why would anybody want to mimic the effects of a hangover?” I asked.

“Frat boys think it’s funny,” Stacy said. “They also have the drinks make you hornier. It makes the parties more interesting.”

As Patrick snored and grunted in his sleep, I saw a naked brunette that he presumably fucked. She was lying in the bed that was technically mine. That did not concern me though, what brought my attention was that I knew her. And apparently, so did Dave.

“No way, Rachel?!” Dave approached her.

Rachel blinked opened her eyes and looked from Dave to myself. “Uh, hey guys.”

“What are you doing on a college campus?” I asked her.

“What are you talking about, Sean, she’s a student like us,” Dave said.

“No, she goes to my high school.”

Rachel grinned and floated off the bed. Her breasts jiggled slightly when her feet touched the floor. “So, in life, I was a student here. But I was nostalgic for my high school days, so I went there.”

“And apparently you can fly,” I said.

“Well yeah, my coach taught us how.” Rachel was now lounging in mid-air as if on an invisible, floating sofa. “Makes the cheer routines more interesting. You should really come to a game at your own school sometime, Sean.”

“You can’t manipulate physics unless you already know you’re dead,” Stacy observed.

“Let’s let Patrick sleep last night off.” Rachel nodded and beckoned us out of the dorm. All four of us went into the hall, with Rachel still naked. “Yes, I realized after a month or so of being here. Tiffany knows too, though she is a natural high schooler. She’s currently fucking the dean so she can get admitted here. She needs a full scholarship.”

“If you’re nostalgic for high school, then why are you here?” Dave asked.

“Frat parties,” Rachel said. “They beat the high school ones by a mile, and you don’t have cops showing up.”

“Cops?” I asked.

“They don’t actually arrest you,” Rachel explained. “Sometimes they handcuff you and well, you know, you make a certain deal. I admit, that stuff is fun sometimes, but I like the hassle free college parties. By the way, how did y’all die?”

“Car crash,” I said. “All four of us, Dave, Patrick, Stacy, and myself.”

“Damn, no survivors,” Rachel said.

“Alcohol poisoning over summer break.”

“That explains why I didn’t see you when we got back,” Dave said. “And why you went inactive on social media.”

“I guess you could say, I ghosted you.” Rachel laughed. She was the only one.

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