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Back on the street, Charlene walked fast for a couple of blocks, then ducked into a doorway to see how much money she’d taken. It was almost eleven o’clock now and there were more people in the street. She wondered if Mel would be in any shape to count change for the lunch crowd. She opened her fist and counted: four dollars and fifty-six cents. Not enough for a cab, but she could take the bus. Now, all she had to do was find the nearest bus stop and figure out which one to take and how far to go and where to get off…

She walked as fast as she could in her high heels. She tried to act like it was perfectly natural to be walking on the street in a dirty, sweaty, tight knit brown dress that clung so close to her body that it showed her nipples, her crotch and even the indentation on her flat stomach where her belly button was. Her white panties would visible if she bent over or raised her arms. Her natural boobs wobbled and swayed under the clingy fabric. It was a lewd enough display to attract anybody’s attention.

A couple blocks later, after hearing a couple of catcalls and wolf whistles and a yell of “hey baby” from a passing car, she saw a bus stop. It didn’t seem smart to sit out on the bench, for the world to see, so she stood a few yards behind it, in the shadow of a billboard, in the mouth of an alley next to a tacky stucco office building. In LA the buses came by about every couple of hours, it seemed, so she might have a long wait.

She thought about calling Deidre, her roommate and the club manager, for a ride but decided not to. This was just too embarrassing because Deidre was always “on about” her about taking risks with guys at the club. Deidre the Duchess never dated customers and she had a strict rule that no guys from the club ever come up to the apartment they shared. She wanted to keep her club life and her dating life strictly separate. She had her boyfriends and they fucked her, but they were never customers. Charlene, on the other hand, figured that if people wanted her body that badly, they would fuck her with all they had in them. If they paid good money to see her take off her clothes, and if it turned her on to exhibit herself and be used sexually, why not? Live the life to the fullest while she was still a knock-out. Beauty didn’t last as long as your sex drive, so grab as much while you can antalya sınırsız escort and put out while guys were buying. Be sexual twenty-four hours a day, if you wanted it.

Now she wasn’t so sure. Here she was, with no money and half naked, because a guy she went to bed with left her stranded at a hotel.

Standing there made her nervous. She was in the shade of the billboard, next to a big metal pole supporting it, but she was still visible from the street. People had to think she was a street walker, pretty desperate, trolling for a john way too early in the day and asking to get arrested.

She heard a voice whispering to her. It scared her half to death. — she hadn’t seen them coming. The short, ugly gang-type tough guy she had seen down the street before going into the restaurant was now talking to her. He must have seen her after all and sneaked up on her. He had just turned the corner of the stucco building and said, softly, “Hey, baby. Where you going’? Would you like a little company?” She stood stock still. “You’re dressed hot. Would you like to hang out with a coupla studs?” He scared her because although he was short he was big, like a wrestler, and he looked hungry — for her. There was no Billy, the club bouncer, around to protect her and this guy might hurt her.

She moved to put the steel pole supporting the billboard between her and thetough guy. Further back in the alley were some dumpsters and she figured if they were going to grab her they would drag her back there.

“Hey, come on baby. I won’t hurt you. I can make you feel real good. Wanna go somewhere and party?” he said, menacingly.

She turned away from him and saw his friend coming at her slowly from the other side, up the alley behind her. This guy was thin and tall, a beanpole. He was coming toward her with a smirk on her face. “Hey honey — where ya’ going? My buddy and I saw you here and thought you might be looking to party.” She was frightened at how they had snuck up on her, getting her between them.

She was boxed in now between the two of them, the billboard pole, and the wall. This didn’t look good for Charlene. So far they hadn’t done anything physical but she didn’t like the way they were circling in on her. She felt menaced. And very vulnerable. döşemealtı escort She wished now that she’d swallowed her pride and called Deidre, Duchess after all.

The two of them were both talking trash now. “Why don’cha come with us? We’ll give you a ride?” “We’ll give you the best ride of your life….” “We know a place where we can go….” “You look so fine, baby, I love the way you look….” “I can take you places, girl….” They were getting so close she could see the tall one’s dick twitch in his pants. “Baby, you’re made for lovin” and I’m a lover-man…” “You’ve got real class, baby, to strut your stuff at high noon — I admire that, I really do….”

The beanpole was getting close to her now. He was so close he could grab her. She was getting really scared now but she couldn’t help but notice he had an erection in his jeans. With his build he probably had a really long dick.

Charlene brought her left arm up over her chest, a kind of reflex to protect herself from their leering eyes. Her fingers brushed the top of her tit– it felt crusty. “Oh shit” she thought to herself. “I have Mel’s spunk on me and these guys will find that out when they start pawing me. When they smell it, it’ll set them off. They’ll be like animals.” And oddly enough she felt a little flutter in her pelvis when she thought this, in spite of her fear. Giving it up was not the issue but being forced to do it was. She wouldn’t mind being ravished by the right guys in the right circumstances, but this was too dangerous. There was no one around to keep them in line. She could get hurt. Her fear mounted. She was starting to breathe deeply and her chest was heaving.

The two guys were watching her every move as they moved closer. They could see that she was nervous, that she was starting to sweat, that her eyes were darting around frantically, looking for a way out. But they could also see the swell of her pussy mound under the tight dress, the perfect tits hanging in the neckline of the clingy dress like fruit in a basket, her bare legs all tanned and smooth, and they saw her chest heave. They saw what they wanted to see — a hot lady. Both of them grinned. “She wants it” they both thought.

She knew she couldn’t run for it in her high heels with any hope of getting away. konyaaltı escort They were already on both sides of her and her back was to the wall of the building. They hadn’t stopped talking and their crude words were making her even more anxious. “C’mon honey. We’re out on the street. Let’s go somewhere more private. You deserve the best. Today’s your lucky day… Let’s have us some fun…”

The short, ugly one was first to touch her. He took her slender arm in his huge hand, high up, feeling her sweat and brushing the sides of her tit through the dress’s big armholes. With his other hand he pulled down the front of her dress to look down at her naked tits. The skinny tall one touched her forearm on the other side with his fingers, strumming them up and down as if to tell her he’d be gentle. As the rough-looking one got so close she could smell his bad breath. She was afraid he would lunge and try to kiss her.

One the skinny one had wrapped his fingers around her arm, the short one dropped her dress, looked around, and then pulled down his zipper. Facing her, and away from the street, he pulled out what she thought was a rather small penis and waved it at her. His friend had put his other hand on her other arm and was holding her loosely, just to remind her that she didn’t have much of a chance of getting away.

“See this? You want it, don’t you. You want to suck on it, don’t you.” His penis looked dirty. The tall one said, “Let’s go somewhere and have a little party. We’ll make sure a babe like you is satisfied!”

Suddenly a big blue and white MTD bus pulled up at the bus stop. They suddenly had a bus-full of witness staring at them. She broke away from the big guy’s loosening grip and ran for it. She didn’t care where the bus was going, she just wanted to be on it.

“You can fuck me when you grow a real dick.” She yelled over her shoulder as she reached the bus.

The short guy turned to go after her and suddenly realized that his cock was hanging out n plain view. He turned back around and crammed his equipment back in his jeans.

“Will you look at that ass?” replied the skinny guy, as Charlene climbed aboard the bus.

“Oh shit,” the short guy said. “I caught my dick in the zipper.”

“Do you think we should have just hauled her off and fucked her in the alley?”

The short guy replied after a minute, once he had got his cock freed up.

“Nah. Someone on the bus would’ve seen it and we’d get busted. It’s not worth getting a record, especially for rape. They send you to prison and the big guys make rapists their bitches.”

The big guy nodded. Still, it was the closest the two of them had come to getting laid in months, he thought.

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Rich and Stephanie were finally going to get away for a weekend. After much debate, comparing prices, driving time and all the other things involved in taking a small vacation, they both agreed on a few nights in Boston; dinner, walking around and just enjoying the nightlife. Rich was insistent that they visit the Prudential Center Observation Deck and watch some of the Red Sox game against Toronto over in Fenway Park. He and his dad had once watched a game about 30 years ago and it was one of the coolest things he’d ever done as a tourist. Steph agreed and booked a room in one of the better (though not top of the line-“PAY WHAT?!?”) hotels near Prudential Center. Arrangements for the kids were made and a few days later, off they went.

Friday afternoon they checked into their room. It was nice enough and on the 14th floor. They checked out their view and were a little disappointed in that there was a luxury apartment building across the way somewhat obstructing the panorama. They decided not to bother asking for another room and just wanted to get on the road.

First was dinner at the Top of the Hub, the highest restaurant in Boston, on top of the Prudential Center, or the PRU as it is affectionately known. Dinner was magnificent, and pricey. Well, this trip was a reward for a long year of skimping to save money. Considering all they had saved, they both decided a little over the top for one weekend, had been earned. From the restaurant to the Observation Deck was a short trip down the elevator and they made their way over to the side facing Fenway Park. The area was busy, but not bad and there was plenty of room for the two of them by the window. Out came the two pairs of binoculars that Rich had insisted they bring. Of course good old Steph got to carry them since SHE had a bag and Rich certainly didn’t.

They watched five innings but after that, even with drifting around looking at other parts of the city, the time was passing slowly. It was neat, but five full innings was pushing it in the ‘fun’ department, or so Steph made VERY clear several times. Rich was actually not enjoying it as much as he expected and had even admitted it in the 4th inning, but he insisted they HAD to wait at least until the 7th inning stretch. Steph, being the real sport she was, agreed but said he owed her, big time.

They left and decided the wandering around would be for tomorrow night. They just wanted to get back to the room and relax.

When they got back, Rich opened the bottle of champagne he had brought and both just chilled a bit. Rich got up and sat by the window. “So many lit apartments over there with the curtains open. Hmmmmm, I wonder…” he muttered to himself. He got up and retrieved a pair antalya rus escort of binoculars, turned off their own light and sat looking at, and peering into the apartments across the way.

“What are you doing?” asked Steph as he drew the curtains just a bit. “What does it look like?” He responded.

“So THAT’S the real reason you wanted the damn binoculars! You wanted to be a peeper.” She declared.

“Hell, how was I to know what we’d be facing. Don’t be silly. I’m just glad if this is our view, we DID bring them.”

“You disgust me. You’re a horrible person,” she retorted in what sounded like an angry tone. But after a short pause she added, “If you see anything good, let me know.”

He agreed and began to scan the windows of the apartment building. People were having late dinners, folding clothes, watching TV and it was all kind of dull. Rich, however was determined to give it a little more time. Steph had put the TV on in the room and it was fine with Rich. 20 floors of hotel rooms would make it difficult to actually spot someone peeping, especially with the drapes partly closed. He kept looking. “Oh, I think I have something,” he chirped. Steph asked what he saw and he described the woman who was disrobing but just before she got her panties off, she walked over and turned off the light. That was that.

Ten minutes became twenty which became an hour. “This is as good as TV. Lots of channels to choose from and even with no sound, it’s kind of cool. Sadly, no porn channel.” He was getting tired and since it was now almost midnight and Steph was drifting off to sleep, he was about to call it quits when he suddenly noticed a rather voluptuous woman, probably in her 50s slowly removing her clothing. Ok, now quitting was not an option. She fully disrobed and he could see her enter her bathroom and turn on the shower. “What a fantastic angle I’m at here,” he murmured to himself. “Hey Steph, you still want to look? I got something.”

She was a bit groggy but said, “Yeah, why not.” She got up, got the other pair of binoculars and had him direct her line of sight. It took a bit of time but she found the apartment just as the woman exited the shower. “Wow, she’s stacked,” said Steph, a bit impressed.

As the woman left the bathroom, a man possibly also in his 50s, entered the bedroom. He was a little shorter than her and pudgy. They were intrigued. The woman began to undress the man. “This view is amazing,” Said Steph. “We can see all of them, head to foot and most of the room.” “Yes, I know. Shut up will ya?” Replied Rich, as if he was trying to listen to people a couple of hundred yards away. Steph just sighed and then belek escort laughed a bit to herself. The woman had continued to undress the man and got to his pants. She unzipped them and lowered them to the floor. She stood, hooked her fingers in the waistband of his boxers and as she lowered them, both Steph and Rich let out a gasp. “HOLY SHIT!” Exclaimed Rich. “Look at the size of that thing.”

“It can’t be real,” said Steph, “I mean, look at the guy, he’s a…I mean he’s…” She didn’t have the words. She just looked back. The guy had to be almost 10 inches. They both watched as the woman began to stroke him very slowly with one hand and stroking his chest, arms, balls and thighs with the other. He grew. She continued the stroking and he continued to grow. “Dammit, that can’t be Ron Jeremy.”

“No, that’s not The Hedgehog, this guy has less hair on his body. Plus, I KNOW what Ron Jeremy looks like and that ain’t him.” Said Steph with sureness in her voice.

“I think we can see what she sees in him,” said Rich, “and he might have a sense of humor. Women like that, right?” He glanced at Steph who just sighed. Then he turned back to the show across the way.

The woman stroked, the man now at his peak potential had to be about 13-14 inches. They were both flabbergasted. The man still just stood there, no emotion on his face. “Who needs emotion when you have THAT in your pants?” Said Rich, feeling inadequate. Steph sensed this and purred, “You’ve never let me down babe, now shut up yourself.” Then she sighed again, which Rich picked right up on. However there was too much going on over yonder to distract him much.

The woman got up after a little while and sat on the bed, only about ½ of the bed was visible. This caused concern for the two spies. Not to worry, she sat on the end and coaxed her companion over. He walked towards her and then turned around. She got up with something in her hand and approached him. She put a hood over his head. Then she bent him forward, which caused Steph to blurt out, “If he falls forward, that thing will keep him from hitting the ground!” Followed by Rich declaring, “…a hell of a kickstand.” They high fived and chuckled.

The woman now went back to the bed and brought over something that they couldn’t quite make out at first, but what appeared to be handcuffs. “It’s a BUST!” and Steph burst out laughing as Rich added, “NO! THAT’S A BUST!” pointing and snickering.

The woman cuffed the man behind his back and then turned him to face the bed again, moved him forward and bent him onto the bed. His face and shoulders only rested on the quilt. His buttocks was up facing the woman. She went to the dresser kepez escort and opened a drawer from which she pulled a ping pong paddle. Steph and Rich knew what was coming next. They could mentally hear the WHAAP when the paddle came crashing down on the guy’s ass. Twice more she did this, then kissed his ass. Then five more times and kissed his ass again. Three more cycles made the deed complete.

Rich and Steph weren’t laughing. This was becoming intense. The woman took a dildo out of the drawer next and lubed it up, then, as they anticipated, she slid it into her apparently willing victim. She slid it into and out of his rectum and spanked him a few more times. The guy was slowly beginning to move with the dildo, welcoming it in, helping to expel it. More spankings. “Damn is his ass getting red,” said Rich. “Isn’t she supposed to be in some kind of leather or latex or something? I didn’t think a dominatrix was supposed to be naked.”

“Maybe you’ve seen too many movies,” suggested Stephanie.

Then the woman stood the man up. He still had the dildo protruding from his ass but he was standing up straight now. The woman turned him and backed him up a bit from the bed then she got on all fours on the bed before him and he moved forward. His hands were still cuffed behind him so Rich and Steph were very impressed when he was able to slide his enormous cock into her. He actually got most of it in, too. He screwed her slowly for about five minutes then abruptly pulled out and stepped back. The woman jumped up, turned and fell onto the floor in front of him, grabbing him.

“Guess she’s going to finish him,” Said Rich. “Makes sense,” added Steph. But the woman seemed to be squeezing the man’s rod without pumping him. “She cut the poor bastard off!” Rich declared in disgust and disbelief.

Then she got back on the bed and again the man entered her, still cuffed. Again he screwed her for about 5 minutes and again she stopped him. This time however, she uncuffed him from behind and cuffed him to an unseen thing in the room near the bed. He stood there, just in view and she grabbed his megaschlong again and began to pump for all she was worth letting him cum onto her breasts. He still had the damn mask on. Then she stood, took his free hand and put it between her legs and he played with her until she apparently came, shuddering with delight.

They stood together for several seconds, the man essentially holding the woman up. Then, when it seemed like she had recovered, she took his mask off. Steph and Rich were shocked at what happened next; the woman grabbed the back of the man’s head and slammed his face into his own semen still on her tits. Then, it was over. They hugged, kissed and went to bed. They didn’t even clean up.

“That was bizarre,” said Rich. “I’m glad as hell we watched though, it was bizarre, VERY COOL to watch, but bizarre.”

“Me too,” replied Steph. “Want to try that stuff?”

“Absolutely NOT.”

“Want to fuck?”

“ABSOLUTELY YES!”

It was a good start to the weekend.

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Keith Foxx woke up worse for wear.

He had, had a very busy night. Not only did he get to have sex with a room full of young beauties, any middle aged man’s dream come true, he managed to fool his wife.

Shocked by her return home at a very inopportune time, she came home frisky. How could he say no. By denying her would have given her questions he wasn’t prepared to lie about.

As he stirred back to reality he realizes that lovely wife Rita was presumably in the shower, he could hear the water running. Energy spent he could only lay there in thought.

As much fun as he was having with his daughter and her friends Keith was feeling guilty. He knew Rita was off playing with other men and women but he still had feelings for her, if not the love he had in their younger days.

Then came the vision of Mary Ruuthouse. The Mennonite beauty that he was introduced to as part of his daughter’s devious plans. Unexpectedly he fantasized about the woman far too much. His mind was a mess. Never had he given it much thought to being a ladies man, yet he was quickly becoming a natural at it. At least he wasn’t constantly jerking off alone. He had plenty of options to explore.

As he lay there thinking he heard a door closing loudly next to his bedroom window. Curious he sat up and shuffled to the window to part his curtain. To his surprise he spotted his lovely neighbor Chloe and her man Chuck. He had pulled his jeep into the driveway long enough to load up supplies for a camping trip. Chloe returned to his side wearing only a skimpy bright red bikini.

This was the first time he had ever noticed Chloe attired in such a provocative way. He knew she was gorgeous from day one of meeting she and Chuck as they moved in. Yet, she never allowed her curves out of hiding.

Keith’s dick grew hard at her bouncy nature. She kissed Chuck in the driveway with a greedy passion. One he added to by clutching her ass as his arms surrounded her waist. In clutching her ass his thumbs pried her cheeks apart revealing the micro thin string covering her anal cavity. The shadows of the cavity were expressed quite nicely.

As Chuck literally picked her up and twirled them both around playfully Chloe’s vision faced Keith. As Chuck sat her feet on the ground she spotted Keith and fluttered her fingers in a stealthy wave from behind Chuck’s back. He never knew her greeting even occurred.

“Hmmm! Interesting. Why would she hide waving at me?”

He smirked at her and chose to part his curtains more. In doing so she captured a view of his erection as he stood there. Chuck was oblivious as she hugged her man tightly yet smiled toward Keith. He was prepared to stroke his cock in her direction until he heard a light knock at his bedroom door.

Growling, he quickly closed his curtain.

Before he could turn toward his bed the door creaked open and Brit popped her head in.

“Morning Tiger. Mom sure rocked your world last night. We heard you two until four in the morning. I’m happy you two are getting along.”

“Unexpected for sure. You better leave before your Mom gets done with her shower.”

“I will. Me and the girls are heading out. Sun’s beautiful and we’re going to sunbathe at the park. They just wanted to say goodbye before we left.”

“What?” He stretched allowing his dick to rise in front of Brit.

Suddenly, Brit opened the door all the way and her friends snuck past her silently. He was caught off guard as Sophia raced in front of him and knelt down to kiss his cock’s meaty crown. Tara, Dawn, and Cryssa each took turns kissing it. Cryssa however decided to swallow his cock and ravage it until the water stopped in the next room. This was after a good twenty mouth insertions. Keith loved the intensity of her lips and braved his lasting effort to cum quickly. Even after the water halted he knew Rita would dry off well and brush her teeth before stepping out.

Gritting his teeth he gripped Cryssa by her scalp and fucked her face until he detonated down her throat. Once finished he pulled free of her and ordered her out.

Showing him her mouth full of load she winked and rolled it around on her tongue. This made him shake his head and point toward the door.

As the girls filed out Brit giggled under her breath and blew her Father a kiss. As the door shut Keith heard his front door open loudly. One door closed, another opens.

Out in the living room the girls met Brit’s brother Lance and his friend Evan. They had been talking about Chloe and Chuck in the front yard making out as they stepped inside the doorway. The topic changed the second they noticed the girls.

“You guys had a sleepover? No fair. We could have had some fun.”

Brit smiled, “Cryssa has a secret to tell you.”

Cryssa still had cum in her mouth and was toying with it to gross out her friends. She jumped at the chance to seductively ease up to Lance and lean in to whisper into his ear.

“Kiss me.” She giggles with an awkward verbal tone due to her loaded cheeks.

Lance fist bumped Evan then yanked Cryssa into his arms. Eying muratpaşa escort her trembling lips he touched them with his own. Then he tasted something strange. Quickly he backed away just as Cryssa opened her mouth to a webbing of white jiz.

“What the fuck?”

“Dad says good morning.” Brit chuckles.

Evan choked into his hand and decided to move around the girls to avoid busting up laughing. As he passed them Dawn wagged her tongue at him.

Hearing Lance call them “Bitches” made Evan head toward Lance’s bedroom to escape. Before reaching it he heard the bathroom door open and found an unexpected sight.

Rita Foxx stepped out wearing only a short bath towel that was clutched at her side. She allowed her bursting 36D’s to barely be covered.

As she looked up from her towel she halted with bulging eyes and literally screamed. Her hands let go of her towel and it fell from her body instantly.

Evan’s eyes flared in awe of her curves and tanned body. She was Britney at 37. Yet with short hair. And larger tits.

At the scream Keith burst from his room wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Spotting Rita then Evan eying her he growls. She merely backed against the wall and concealed herself with her hands.

Keith rolls his eyes as Lance joins them. At seeing his Mom naked he swiftly turns his head.

“Oh, you can look away but your friend can’t?” Keith snarls.

Evan was just in shock. Finally he snaps his gaze away and mutters, “Sorry.”

Keith then looks Rita in the eye, “Going to just stand there?”

Rita winced at him then dropped her arms defiantly to expose every inch of her nudity. She was proud of her body even if what she was doing was wrong.

Slipping past Keith she escaped into the bedroom and shut the door.

“Unbelievable!” Keith grunted.

“You’re telling me.” Evan whined lowly making Keith study the boy.

Lance turned around to face Evan, “Don’t you dare fantasize about my Mom.”

“I’m NOT!” Evan cringed.

Keith merely growled and smirked at Evan, “She does look good for her age doesn’t she?”

Evan was shocked and turned beet red.

From behind the bedroom door erupted Rita’s verbal realization, “I HEARD THAT.”

“Made your morning didn’t it?” Keith chuckled.

No reply came as Lance shoved Evan into his bedroom and slammed the door.

Keith sighed heavily and strolled into his living room. Alone now that everyone had vacated his space he chose to open his front door and get some fresh air. He had an ulterior motive of course, as his attention directly looked to his left.

Chloe and Chuck were still loading up his jeep. Carrying a cooler in his arms Chuck was followed by Chloe holding a fishing rod.

Keith eyed Chloe who hadn’t immediately noticed him standing inside the opened door. Puckering he decided to step out and make a journey across his yard and sift through his mailbox. It was the perfect chance to spark up a conversation.

“Howdy Neighbors. Fishing trip?”

Chuck after launching his cooler into the back seat leered over at the voice.

“Hey Keith. Yeah, after weeks on the road I’m going to go relax and catch some bass.”

Chloe waves at Keith then faces her body away from him intentionally. Leaning over the wheel well she laid the fishing pole and tackle box inside. Her ass was perfect. She even arched her hips toward him on purpose.

Keith decided to stroll over toward them as he held his day old mail.

“I hear the fish over at “Shiver Creek” are biting like crazy.” He literally leans on the jeep right beside Chloe as Chuck leans on his tailgate.

Chuck nods, “Good to know. I’m heading over toward “Sinner’s Lake”. My brother has a cabin out there. Swampy but lively.”

Keith leans over to Chloe winking, “You trust him at a place called Sinner’s Lake?”

She grins sheepishly, “He can do whatever he wants. I trust him.”

“How come you’re not going?” Keith reads the situation.

“I’m not coming home with a thousand mosquito bites. I love my body too much to scar it from itching constantly.”

Keith fidgets with a pucker, “That would suck wouldn’t it.”

Chuck looks from Keith to Chloe and senses a tension. Keith knew Chloe had a crush on him from way back, Britney had warned him. Chloe knew that too but kept her composure. She loved Chuck with all of her soul. Still, her nipples were hard to hide behind her skimpy bikini top. She had to press herself against the jeep.

Chuck sighed, “Yeah, I don’t want her to look like braille was written all over her neither. She looks sexy as hell in that new bikini.”

Keith grunts smiling, “I hadn’t noticed.”

Chuck rubs his stubble covered cheek, “Not even a good liar Neighbor.”

“Course I noticed. I’m a man.” Keith nodded his head, “I’ll just say this. You’re a brave man letting her wear anything that revealing.”

Chuck agreed, “Between you and me, I love it when she flaunts her body. She can wear that anytime she wants. Hell, I might buy her a whole antalya anal yapan escort dresser full of those bikini’s.”

Chloe brightened up, “Can I go online shopping?”

“Sure. Buy 3 more for now. Shock me.” Chuck grins.

In her glee Chloe stood up and turned to her side facing Keith. Her nipples now very evident in her snug top. Keith tried not to look. Epic fail.

Chuck shook his head, “Look all you want. Just don’t touch.”

Pouting Chloe strolled around Keith and hugged her man tightly. Chuck could see Keith glaring at her ass and felt like showing off. He let his hands slide down to Chloe’s micro thin strings and tugged them gently down to reveal more of her bare ass. She bulged her eyes away from Keith’s gaze as she felt her pussy dripping wet.

Keith shook his head and pushed himself away from the jeep.

“Rita’s home. I better get inside before I cause a fight. Good luck fishing Chuck.”

Chuck guided her bands back into place and patted her on the ass.

“Wouldn’t want to create a fuss. Tell Rita I said hello.”

Chloe felt extremely disappointed.

As Keith abandoned them Chuck pulls Chloe to face him directly.

“Trembling like a leaf. You okay?” He narrows his eyes.

“Just freaked a little. You let him see more of me.”

“You liked it. Don’t lie. Total honesty remember.”

“I’m not lying to you. Yes, I liked it. I just don’t want our neighbor to think badly of us.”

“Somehow I doubt that.”

She cringes slightly and responds in thought only, “Or, that I had sex with his son. Twice. And with his friends.”

Those lies would remain a secret. Fear kept her quiet.

“I know, I know. Still, it seems weird.”

Chuck puckers vividly with a glare, “First chance you get let him see you naked. Act surprised. Tease him.”

“Chuck!!!” She whines with puppy like eyes, “Fine! If the timing is right.”

“You text me and let me know what you do. Shock me.”

“Okay. I will.”

“Let me get on the road. You get bold. Hear me? BOLD!”

“For you. I’ll press my luck.”

A warm kiss later Chuck climbs into his jeep and leaves her to be devious. She wanted to even if Chuck hadn’t ordered her to. Chloe had her own desires. She would keep her eyes peeled and pounce like a cat.

Inside the Foxx residence Keith chose to sit down in his recliner and relax. He was physically wore out after all the sex he was getting. No complaints he just needed to catch his third wind. Still tired he actually fell asleep.

Within their bedroom wife Rita was still drying off and sitting at her make-up stand. Still nude she primped at her hair and admired herself. At first she hadn’t even had a thought more about what happened fifteen minutes prior. Now suddenly her interest piqued. She hadn’t met Evan more than once since Lance had befriended him. This concerned her. It was at that very moment she realized just how much she was gone from home.

Her hormones were always running rampant, she merely kept herself in check around her children and attempted to be a model parent. As much as a wanderer could be.

Evan seeing her naked only created temptation in her thoughts. She felt like “Mrs. Robinson” sometimes.

Brushing her hair, she would pause over and over again. Each time looking toward the bedroom door for a sound. She was on pins and needles hoping for a knock on the door or the sound of the boys leaving. Which included Keith.

After ten minutes she stands and goes to her closet, obtaining a short bathrobe. The robe was satiny and peach colored. Sashing it about her lithe waist she left her cleavage abundant to accent the hem which drifted to her lower hips.

Opening her bedroom door she went into the hallway and stopped. Hearing Keith snoring she tiptoed toward the living room and spotted his reclining slumber. She sighed, “I wore him out.”

Deciding to go into the kitchen she places a bagel in the toaster and leans against the counter waiting for it to pop up. Hearing a door creak open in the hallway made her perk up cautiously. She immediately stood erect and loosened her sash slightly. Uncertain if it would be her son Lance she remained on guard.

Shuffling almost lifelessly and alone was young Evan. He had his head hung low and fidgeted along his way. At the end of the hallway he and Rita were both startled by a loud toaster.

Evan looks up and out of the corner of his eye he spots Rita in her robe. She was pinching the hot bagel from the toaster slot and gently burnt her fingertip.

Rita’s finger immediately went into her mouth to cool off on her tongue. Saliva did wonders. It was at that precise moment she turned her attention toward Evan.

He began to shy away until she fluttered the fingers of her opposite hand at him. This gave him a moment to blush and nod at her.

With a choked voice he utters, “Sorry about earlier. I didn’t know that would happen. You coming out of the bathroom that is.”

Rita places her burnt finger to her antalya merkez escort outer lips to inform him to speak lower.

“Let’s not wake my Husband.” She whispers.

Evan motions toward the hallway with a thumb, “Yeah! Lance fell out too. We’ve been up all night playing video games. I was just heading home to crash. Felt weird staying here after earlier.”

She smiles and offers a wave of her hand, “Perish the thought. I’m fine. Would you like a bagel?”

Evan shrugs trying not to admire Rita’s long legs that led to the robe’s hemline.

“Sure. Kind of starved.” He expresses leaning against the threshold to the kitchen.

Rita offered the existing one after placing a second bagel in the toaster. She then turned her back toward Evan to open the refrigerator. Exploring its contents she bends over to open a lower drawer to locate a tub of cream cheese. In doing so her robe exposed her entire ass and compressed pussy.

Evan’s eyes bulged and he could hardly move. A tremble began that he rather enjoyed.

As Rita stood up she glared over her shoulder with a smirk, “Forgive me but I can’t recall your name.”

Swallowing hoarsely he stuttered, “E-E-Evan.”

“Oh yes. I’m sorry I haven’t been home much of late to keep track of Lance and Britney’s friends. My work is very demanding.”

“That’s okay. Britney looks just like you.”

“She does. Now you know where she got her good looks.” Rita turns and winks at him as the toaster springs forth a second bagel. Before retrieving her own bagel she opens the tub of crème cheese and dips her finger in it. Wagging her finger toward him with it on her fingertip Rita asks, “Crème cheese?”

He then watches her lick it from her finger seductively.

He decides to nod that he wanted some as she produced a table knife and rested it on the open tubs circumference. With a motion to help himself he awkwardly steps next to her and begins to spread cheese on his cooled bagel.

She had by then turned her back to the counter to nibble at her own bagel. He took his first bite and looked shyly at the floor.

“So, Evan, a Senior like Lance?”

“Yeah. Just turned eighteen awhile back.”

“That’s good to know.” She winks at him. As she tilts her profile crumbs from her bagel fall and drift down her cleavage. Noticing she utilizes her free hand to brush them from her bulging chest. Her fingers pinch and flutter the robe to fan any crumbs to fall from her.

“Bugger! I hate when that happens.” Placing her bagel between her lips she opts to untie the sash of her robe and literally open it for a better release of crumbs. In doing so Evan was able to see her massive 36D’s and the pointy nipples that poked into the light. A few brush strokes over and between her breasts Rita covered herself and tied her robe up again, if not barely.

Evan stood pale and bit his bagel to avoid chattering teeth. She could hear him mumble “Wow!” through a mouthful of bagel.

“Have I embarrassed you?” She faces him whispering.

He merely shakes his head no, even though he meant yes.

She muses toward him with a devilish grin, “Good! Our secret?”

Nodding once more he dares to look her in the eye.

A loud snore from Keith on the other side of the wall made them both hold their mouths to avoid laughing.

Rita reaches up and palms Evan’s cheek with a warm tender smile. He panicked slightly and dropped his half eaten bagel right amid her cleavage. Her jaw dropped. His jaw dropped.

Whining nasally Evan eased back. He watched Rita again open her robe to expose her full frontal nudity to him. She clenched the tattered bagel from her breast before it fell and found inspiration in it. Smearing the crème cheese from the bagel on her nipples she dramatically leered up at him over her brow.

“So messy. Clean me off?”

He perks up quickly and looks for a towel. She in turn stops him with a wagging finger to his lips. Tapping Evan’s lower lip she then pointed at her chest. Reaching under her breasts to lift them. A quick flick of her own tongue offered him insight.

Looking all around him for certainty he wasn’t going to get busted Evan took advantage. His mouth devoured her left nipple and his tongue licked the crème cheese from it. He immediately chased after the right nipple the same way.

Rita tilted her head back and ran her fingers through his scalp. She moaned gently but bit her lip to remain silent.

Once Evan had accomplished his goal he stood up and offered an expression of delight. Rita in response winked at him and reached over to the tub of crème cheese and used two fingers to scoop some up. She then backed up to the counter and climbed up to sit on it. Spreading her legs she rolls her fingers over her pussy applying the crème cheese.

“So very messy.” She whispered with a demanding eye contact with Evan.

After another look over his shoulder and a ear full of snoring he moves in and licks her vulva spending extra time on her clit.

Rita’s legs fanned wider as he ate and her hands had to hold the cupboards above her for support. He grew intense in his appetite. She let him take all the time he wanted.

After a healthy eight minutes Evan stood up and glanced over at the tub of crème cheese. Impulsively he unzipped his jeans and produced his meaty erection. Grabbing the tub he just dipped the entire crown of his cock in it and stood in the middle of the kitchen daring her.

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I had always flirted with Clare, she is good fun and desperately in need of a boyfriend. We had tried to match her to several of our single friends and her best friend my girlfriend Susan used to say she would have a much better chance if she lost a little weight. Clare was not really fat, she had a very big round bum and big breasts but quite a trim waist and had I not been with Susan I would certainly have been interested myself. She has short black hair, which I think if it were a little longer would make her look slimmer anyway.

Clare kind of feels relaxed with us and has spent many an evening with us on the sofa watching a movie or chatting whilst demolishing our fast depleting wine supply. Susan and Clare take turns to cook and we even all slept together in a hotel one night when a family room we had booked turned out to have only one double bed. Although I saw Clare in her skimpy knickers there was no threesome which I had secretly hoped for and Susan kept hold of me in bed so my hand could not inadvertently wander onto Clare’s curvy form which was so tempting being that close.

Susan and I have been a couple for four years and she is quite shy, I think mainly due to her tiny breasts. She is very pretty with long dark hair and frame so petite she has to buy children’s clothes, in order to get anything to fit. We are very active sexually and she has gained much more confidence than she had, with my encouragement for her to show off a bit more. Susan has great legs and the best butt I have ever seen. I can get both her bum cheeks in one hand and she loves the fact I am obsessed with her arse.

My best mate Jerry lives in the Northeast and we don’t see him as much as I would like and Clare was getting quite excited when he was coming to visit. Although she was Susan’s best friend she has never met Jez but has heard all the stories and thinks we sound very similar. Sue and myself laughed about the possibility antalya sınırsız escort of a match, as Jez likes his women like stick insects it was highly unlikely. Susan frequently complained that Jez had been a bit too familiar with her as she put it, and I had to have a quiet word over a pint and tell him to keep his hands off my girlfriend’s bum, although I didn’t mind really.

I suppose it’s a North East thing but we spend lots of time in the pub when we see Jez, and although I thought Clare looked stunning Jez was doing all he could to pull the barmaid who had tried to short change me earlier.

Apart from sticking his pool cue up Sues short skirt and several smutty comments about parking his bike in Clare’s cleavage or bum crack we had a pleasant, funny inoffensive evening. Well that was until we started to argue on the walk back about why men in general were more intelligent than women were.

We laughed at ridiculous arguments trying to prove our points and then Clare had the brainwave of proving it by a trivial pursuit challenge boys against girls.

Just before the first throw of the dice Susan was goading us by saying how easy this was going to be, so I suggested if they were so confident we should play strip trivial pursuit. Susan immediately said no way but Clare was up for it as she was certain they would win. Susan reluctantly agreed and as we were working out that we had to get into six items of clothing each, I could tell Susan was really nervous as she does this lip licking habit when she is really under pressure.

So the girls started but we struck first with a history question and they lost a shoe each, which as part of my rules, we removed and they would have to in turn undress us if we lost. They quickly lost again on Science and Nature and Jez pulled Susan’s other shoe off as I slipped Clare out of her short boot to reveal döşemealtı escort her cute small feet.

We refilled the drinks and I could tell Susan was really on edge and she flushed as she had to loose her shirt and Jez peeled off Clare’s T-shirt. Clare proudly displayed her huge boobs in her skimpy bra and Susan looked very embarrassed in her thick padded bra still looking pretty flat against her chest.

We had still not lost a single item but Susan got an athletics question right and Clare one of the history ones and with in a few seconds we were only one item in front of the girls.

Then we got a geography question right, quite by chance more from our football knowledge but of course we would never tell the girls that. It was my turn to undress Clare and I unclipped her bra when she stood up, she quickly fastened it again and said jeans first I think. I had quite a hard job getting Clare’s jeans off, as they were so tight but a great job all the same. I slipped my hands over her big dimply bum and over her strong muscly thighs. At last she stood in front of me, my eyes level with her knickers which could just not contain her abundance of jet black pubic hair, which forced its self out of all the seems of her tight pants. Susan shook her head as I sat there transfixed but was quickly snapped out of it by Jez who wanted to claim his turn.

Amidst protests and warnings Jez unzipped the back of Susan’s skirt and slowly manoeuvred it past her bum, which looked naked in her tiny thong. Susan already had her hands over the see through front of her knickers and Jez grabbed her hips and thrust his face into her, licking and biting her bum, Clare and I laughed as she struggled free and stepped out of her small skirt and quickly sat back down. Susan was scarlet probably part with rage and part embarrassment.

We were looking good as the two questions konyaaltı escort we needed were now our best subjects and Susan knew I was good on sport.

Just as she started to protest and say this had gone far enough I rolled the dice and we landed on entertainment as Clare read the question Jez jumped up as he knew the answer saying to Clare it was time for us to see her big busters. Clare being a sport stood smiling whilst Jez blatantly groped her huge free tits. I was just pleased to still have my jeans still on or there would have been a wig wam situation.

Susan stood up accepting her fate and kissed me whilst I took off her bra, her nipples were the opposite of Clare’s they were tiny and very erect, she seemed to forget that her trimmed but hairy pussy was also on show through her see thu knickers. She was ready to quit the game but as she was already virtually naked she sat in again and seemed to relax even though Jez was staring at her.

We won the game next roll and I had the joy of slowly removing Clare’s knickers to reveal the hairiest pussy I have ever seen. Jez removed my girlfriends knickers with his teeth, which he insisted was with in the rules, and of course held on to her bum and pussy to steady himself whilst working.

This was the first time any man other than me had seen Susan completely naked.

The girls by now were totally relaxed about their nudity and it wasn’t long before we were all having sex on the floor. Jez and Clare kept changing positions as they fucked quite openly in front of us, I really think Jez was just getting himself into a better position to view Susan’s exposed pussy.

I was certainly enjoying watching Clare’s big naked arse impaling its self on Jez’s cock and her huge breasts swing from side to side.

Had some one really wanted to swap partners I think we may have all been up for it as Susan sucked my cock deliberately with her bum and open legs facing Jez, even she was horny beyond caring.

In the morning we had a great laugh and no one felt awkward, the girls even want a rematch and have promised to dress up properly, so who knows I may get my hands and cock into Clare yet, and Sue may give in to the lecherous Jez.

We have arranged to go to his next month, all three of us so I will keep you posted.

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The Final Test

PART ONE: WRESTLING WITH LOVE

GOD

Anna and I sat in the lavish theatre room of my hotel in hell. Freshly buttered popcorn slickened our fingers and lips, crunching loudly between our teeth. The large projection screen displayed the dinner date between Lucy and Rachel in crystal clarity. It was shown to us as an actual movie, with differing camera angles and clear sound production. The two lead actresses sat across from each other at the table, their postures leaning forward as their eyes locked.

Rachel had permanently succumbed to her corruption, and had taken the hermaphrodite form she so coveted. And why wouldn’t she? She was the most stunning thing I’d ever seen. White hair contrasted tan skin, which in turn contrasted the brilliance of her blue irises. Her high cheekbones, oval eyes, pointed nose, and almost impossibly full lips structured her perfect complexion. Her elegant thin neck, narrow shoulders and perfectly-proportioned bust and backside curved her outline in precise beauty. The white dress she wore clung to her audacious curves, highlighting the cleavage of her large breasts, and the cute crease between her perfect thick glutes. Across from her, Lucy looked every bit the queen of hell. Her face was also adorned with high cheek bones, but her jaw was strong, and her chin pronounced. Her brow angled slightly inward, giving her the look of perpetual mischievousness, which her golden irises only highlighted. Her lips were as full as Rachel’s, though Rachel’s lips creased in a straight line, giving her the expression of stoic beauty, while Lucy’s seamed to curl at the corners in an expression that complimented the impish angle of her brow. A black sheen of lipstick covered those lips, contrasting the deep crimson of her flesh. Two red horns curved from beneath her waving mane of black hair, and two golden hooped earrings hung from her pointed red ears. Lucy’s body was every bit as voluptuous as Rachel’s, though Rachel’s curves would be best described as “elegant,” while Lucy’s would be best described as “vulgar.” Her bust and backside weren’t exaggerated in proportion, but did veer from grace in such a way that her body was constantly teasing the viewer. And while Rachel wore a tasteful dress, Lucy wore a black dress that showed the tops of her areolas, and if she didn’t watch it, the bottom half of her ass.

The white vs black, grace vs lust, contrast of the two women’s attire was interesting, as both women were complete sexual deviants. While Lucy wanted the whole world to know, Rachel was happy with putting on a charade of propriety. In truth, she was a power-hungry sadist with a growing penchant for psychological games, and Lucy was very much the same. The two women hashed out their feelings for each other, and the conundrum of Rachel’s position while Anna and I watched with rapt anticipation, our eyes glued to the screen.

“God,” Anna whispered in my ear, “this is boring.”

“Shut the fuck up.” I whispered back.

“When are they gonna fuck?” Anna asked, ignoring my command (ignoring God’s command).

“Just watch,” I hissed, “the dialogue is as important as the action; this isn’t a porno.”

“Can’t we fast forward?” Anna groaned.

“This is live!”

“You’re God, God; you can do anything.” Anna shot back.

“You would be shocked at the things I can’t do.”

“Like make this more interesting.” Anna pouted.

“If I finger you,” I hissed, “will you shut the fuck up?”

“Maybe,” Anna smiled, and then walked her fingers, forefinger to middle finger up my thigh, “do you want me to reciprocate?”

“Yeah,” I sighed defeatedly, spreading my legs and pulling up my skirt, “yeah, I do.”

“You really are a helpless slut, God.” Anna whisper-giggled in my ear, her teeth pulling playfully at my lobe.

“I know,” I smirked, and crammed my hand between her legs, prompting a delighted yelp, “but so are you.”

Anna’s expression of shocked delight morphed to one of mischievousness. She slinked her slim body across the armrest, pushed her thong to the side, and planted her ass in my lap. My hands caressed her inner thighs as they made their way to her depths, and she leaned forward and dipped her fingers between both our legs. We entered each other simultaneously, fingers pushing between petals, thumbs pressing against clits, pinkies invading anuses. Our legs spread wider on top of each other, and whimpers and gasps began to escape our lips. Our fingers grew wet with one another’s juices as we placated our lust. On the silver screen, Rachel and Lucy’s eyes locked, and their lips met. Anna managed a single word from her gasping mouth.

“Finally.”

LUCIFER

I didn’t want my lips to leave Rachel’s. Her kiss radiated with warmth and promise, not a hint of carnality. It was a kiss of companionship, and for an eternal moment, I was lost in it. Then her tongue flicked across my lips, and her own formed in escort bayan şirinevler a malevolent smile. The romance of the moment faded, and the lust began to take hold. An entire day of pent-up sexual tension built past its critical point, and burst. The kiss devolved into a rapacious devouring of mouths, my reptilian tongue entwining her human taster, our lips locking upon each other’s faces. Our hands left their positions at the backs of our heads, and began to move south. Needful moans and giggles slipped from our passionate embrace as our eyes opened and stared. Rachel’s gaze was full of challenge, and so was mine. She knew the test meant nothing, but she was still determined to pass it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

“You ready?” She panted as we broke, spit bridging out mouths.

“Are you?” I smirked back, staring levelly into her eyes.

“The final test,” Rachel whispered, “Lucy, I’m going to fucking-“

I didn’t let her finish that thought. I wasn’t going to play fair, and neither was Rachel. This was going to get dirty.

We disappeared from the restaurant in a puff of black smoke, and reappeared in my bedroom. A passionate red color radiated from the gothic chandelier that hung from the vaulted ceiling, illuminating paintings of my most prominent escapades which decorated the walls of my cavernous abode. The bed was enormous and circular, ringed with posts that had shackles dangling from them. Rachel was still holding me, though both of us were now on our knees atop the bedding. She took a moment to examine the room I spent most of my nights in, then returned her eyes to me.

“So,” I smiled, breathing her breath, “now that we’re-“

Rachel pressed her palm against my face and pushed me backward onto the bed. The monologue I had practiced in front of the mirror earlier today was cut off in my mouth as my head drove into the mattress. My ankles locked beneath my knees, forcing my legs to spread wide and hike my tiny dress past my hips. Rachel’s blue eyes smirked with mirthful malevolence into my own, her mouth curving at the corner. Her tongue slowly wetted her lips, and the thin smile she bore grew to a display of brilliant white teeth. With a final assessment of my vulnerability, she pouted her luscious lips and blew me a teasing kiss, before moving down. Her lips met my neck, then trailed greedily down to my breasts. Her fingers stripped the bodice of my dress with a violent swipe, and my bust was sent jiggling free. She sucked upon each nipple, moans leaking from her mouth as mine began to form in my throat. Her hands caressed the lines of my abdomen, tracing tingles of fire along my flesh. Her mouth left my nipple with a final smack of lips, then followed her teasing fingers lower and lower, gradually nearing the part of me now leaking with anticipation. Her fingertips caressed the lines of my pelvis, and traced their way through my frothing lips. I shuddered at the gentleness of her touch, and Rachel smirked at the tremor.

“I bet you had a whole monologue just for me,” Rachel giggled with her chin resting on my pelvis, “did I throw a wrench in it?”

“Just a setback,” I gasped as her fingers pushed inside me, “I’m (AAAH!) very adaptable.”

“We’ll see.”

Rachel’s mouth smiled defiantly as her lips lowered. Her fingers curled inside my pussy, pressing against the sensitive spot on my ceiling. My head tilted back, and a soft cry escaped my mouth. I felt Rachel’s breath hot and heavy against my womanhood. Her lips pressed against my moist slit, and her tongue joined her invading fingers. My own tongue snaked from my mouth and licked my lips delectably as I savored the feeling of her tasting my insides. Her other hand massaged the space between my holes, her fingertips gliding back and forth against my taint, lowering to just above my asshole, then rising to just below my pussy. Her relentless teasing sent my mind into a feedback loop of unfulfilled need. Moans coursed from my mouth, and finally, I yelled: “Just put it in my ass!” And she did. One finger, and then the next, and then the next, and then the next. Curling at the knuckle, gripping me from the inside, moving in and out as she stretched the tight sphincter she was violating. Searing pleasure tingled up my taint, and the crown of my head dug desperately into the bedding. A strained cry left my lips and my thick fishnet-wrapped thighs locked tightly around her head. Rachel reacted to her lustful imprisonment with a lecherous kiss, her lips wrapping around my clit, drawing it into her mouth, sucking it gently. I covered my face with my palms and screamed in delight, and a familiar voice came sneering into my mind.

Oh, Lucy. God chuckled. Are you too in love with Rachel to fight back? Are you just going to lie there and let her take you like a bitch? After all the hype, I was hoping for a more even match. How disappointing.

God’s bahçeşehir escort teasing snapped me back to reality. My locked legs tightened around Rachel’s head, my abdomen coiled to the side, and I spun us over. Rachel was forced on her back with me straddling atop her face, but her fingers and mouth still worked diligently inside me, not missing a beat. I unclenched my thighs with great effort, part of me wanting desperately to keep her trapped there, then I pivoted my pelvis on her face, and I twirled around. I yelped in delight as her fingers twisted inside me, then regaining control of myself, I levelled my gaze at the prize between her legs.

Rachel’s cock was standing tall and pitching a tent in her white dress. I licked my lips with lustful hunger and slid my body downward, my back arching in a smooth curve as I neared my target. My elegant fingers traced the lines of her thighs before curling about the hem of her skirt and pulling back to reveal what was beneath. Her perfect cock stood rigid and throbbing above a set of hairless balls, and a blushing tight slit. She pushed her fingers deeper and sucked harder on my clit, trying to keep me from taking her where she was vulnerable. Though I moaned like a whore, and grinded my ass passionately against her face, I was not deterred. My black lips pursed together and planted a kiss on her throbbing tip. She hummed a pleading moan beneath me. I lowered my head, and my mouth began to open around her. Slowly, deliberately, I descended her; my lips sucking her girth, my tongue wrapping three times about her length as stroking her as I took her deeper and deeper inside me, past my mouth, past the resistance of my throat, and into my esophagus. I reveled in my consumption, her delicious taste permeating into my mouth, her heat radiating into my neck, her girth stretching me with throbbing pulsing rigidity. My lips met her base, and then rotated slowly, a groan of lechery seeping from my lathering embrace. Rachel squirmed beneath me, her mouth loosening its lustful hold on my pussy to yield a muffled cry. I smiled internally at her responsiveness, and slid my fingers between her legs. One hand gently cupped and massaged her balls, while the other moved lower, and split in a four-fingered-V. Two fingers slid into her tight slit, while the other two slowly expanded her constricting rim. Deeper and deeper I went, relishing the feeling of her soft inner flesh tightening around me, not stopping until the vertex of my hand was filled with her squished and pulsing taint. She whimpered an unintelligible plea, her thighs quivering in their splay. My lips rotated mercilessly about her cock, my nose pressing into the soft flesh of her sack, my chin digging gently into the flat muscle of her pelvis. Then I moved up, keeping my lips sealed, wetting her beautiful cock with a sheen of my spit, the suction pulling my cheeks gaunt, sounding a vulgar slurp all the way up until I reached her head. Oh god, she was delicious! Over and over, I consumed her, my lips squelching wetly, my throat gurgling as she plunged into it. Her cries grew more desperate, sounding of defeat and surrender. Her fingers laid static in my holes, and her mouth had ceased its lecherous feeding. She became helpless and limp in the face of my prowess, and I smugly notched a line in the “Lucy Column.” Maybe this wouldn’t be too hard after all.

I should’ve known better.

RACHEL

Lucy sucked me in a way that left me helpless to do anything but enjoy it. She ran her juicy lips slowly and gradually, never speeding up, always forcing me to savor every little inch she consumed. Her tongue stroked me up and down inside her mouth, wrapping thrice about my shaft and hugging it in a wet embrace. Her throat closed around me, her soft wet flesh swallowing as she sucked, drawing me deeper, willing the cum that was boiling in my balls to release. My lips left her beautiful pussy in braids of parting saliva. My head fell uselessly back against the bedding and my fingers stopped their exploring invasion.

That’s it… Lucy sang softly, comfortingly, in my mind, as though I was a child she was putting to bed. Just lie back and relax, Rachel. There’s no need to fight me. I can do this to you forever. I can be on my knees for you where I belong, pleasing you like this, worshipping this thing like it deserves to be worshipped.

Her words leaked their warmth into my brain, soothing the defiant thoughts that kept me focused. Her mouth moved so slowly, so deeply. Her lips puffed and gave way to my girth as she descended, soft gurgling noises slipping from between them the deeper she went. Her tongue clung tightly about me and massaged every tense inch of my throbbing cock. Her fingers pushed tenderly into my ass and pussy, breaking my defenses with their gentle invasion. My thighs opened wider, and my back arched from the bed. başakşehir escort My head fell back, and Lucy pressed her hips with me, pushing my face deeper into the fat of her ass. She teased me with the holes I was too weak to placate, and I cried a pathetic tone of surrender.

Just come. Lucy’s seductive mental voice whispered. Come for me, Rachel. Come for me… my love.

Lucy’s arrogance tickled the power-hungry depths of my corrupted soul. No, I would not give in to her that easily! I raised my quivering mouth upward, my head feeling so heavy atop my neck. My lips pressed around the rim of her pink asshole, and sucked. I felt Lucy lurch forward just a hint, and the control she had over me began to wane. My tongue poked between my sucking lips and pushed the spokes of her sphincter inward until I broke through. Lucy’s abdomen pressed hard against my own as her back arched in pleasure. Her tongue remained entwined about my cock, but her black lips opened to yield a moan. I gathered the strength back in my hands, and gripped the fat of her red ass. I spread her wide open, and planted my lips firmly onto her rim, and sucking relentlessly as my tongue squirmed into her filthy smooth depths. She cried out, her legs sliding apart, her pussy frothing with delight. I savored the taste of her and licked deeper, pressing along the ceiling of her rectum and stimulating her pussy from the other side. Lucy’s tongue unwrapped about my cock and flopped statically on my balls. She moaned around my cock, her focus gone, her lips unsealed. She pushed her fingers deeper inside me in a last-ditch attempt to reassert her control. I battled through the scream that stuck in my throat, and overcame the feeling with all my might. With a groan of defeat, she collapsed atop me, her head falling in my lap, her mouth panting euphorically against my unattended cock.

I dragged myself out from beneath Lucy until I was in a sitting position. She compliantly raised her ass with me, her legs bending at the knees until her calves pressed to her thighs. My mouth placated her with expert lustfulness, and she began to indulge me despite herself. Her hands reached back and held her glutes open for me. Her face lay pathetically on one cheek against the bed, her mouth crying out into the sheets. My tongue worked her smooth bore until the insides were spasming in a chorus of convulsions. Her sphincter suddenly tightened around my tongue, and I felt her desperately holding back the orgasm that was coming over her. I smirked inwardly, and showed no mercy. I sucked with increasing force until a pink bud crowned from her rim. My tongue worked feverishly into protruding coil of rectal flesh, traversing each decadent fold, tasting the bunched vileness of her sinful hole. Lucy thrashed and wrenched violently, her mouth now screaming in pleasure, but her hands still obediently holding herself open. At the last second, she arched her back in a ferocious curve, planted her palms on the back of my head, and threw her weight backward.

I was sprawled on the bed with Lucy’s ass still pressed against my face, but she had the moment she needed. She grabbed my cock with both hands, and dove on to it. Her blowjob wasn’t the smooth, impossibly seductive consumption it had been; it was a desperate, violent feeding of flailing black hair and pained gurgles. The voracity of her suction sent my head back into a scream of delight, and Lucy pulled herself back from the brink.

“You bitch!” I gasped between my moans.

You almost had me. Lucy giggled in my mind. My asshole always was my weakness.

“Is that so?” I asked through a delighted cry.

What? Lucy telepathically laughed while her mouth sucked me, Do you want to do anal? You think your dick can handle what I got back there? I got your cock all nice and wet if you think you’re ready.

“You really think you’re that good?!” I exhaled through a scream.

You’re already screaming like a whore from just the blowjob, Lucy chuckled telepathically, and my ass is even better. It’s so nice, and tight, and hot. It’s the wrong hole, Rachel; it’s the one you fuck when you own someone. Do you want to own me? I can be yours.

“I’ll have you begging me for it!” I groaned as I thrusted my hips to Lucy’s face.

“I don’t think so, Honey,” Lucy said, this time with her real mouth, “I think you’ll be the one…”

Lucy stared back at me with a smile etched at the corners of her lips. My precum hung in strands from her mouth, and she twirled the strings with a long finger, and then sucked it with a lecherous hum, her golden irises smiling at me.

“…begging.” She whispered.

LUCIFER

I twisted around until I was straddled across Rachel’s hips. Her tan complexion was glistening with sweat, and her face was flushed, but she was far from gone. She gave me an expression full of combativeness; her juicy lips curved in a cornered smile, her nose crinkled, her blue eyes alight with defiance. Goddamn, I wanted this woman. Truth be told, I wasn’t sure if I could back up my claim. Yeah, my asshole was great, but I’d never had Rachel’s new cock inside me, and from what I saw her do to God, Caitlyn and Anna, she certainly knew how to use it. I’d have to be careful and in control the entire time, or she’d push me over the edge.

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Gina made her way into the turbolift on the far side of the hangar, dithering spectators parting in waves a she sashayed past the dumbstruck occupants of the large ship bay, smiling to herself as sticky ropes of gloopy semen dripped off her face and tits and made a small but definitive trail across the plasteel floor.

After she pressed the button to the lift, the large gated door slid open with a hiss, and Gina took the opportunity to wink at the assembled onlookers that were watching her departure, blowing them a kiss as the door closed on her, the last thing she saw being the fatigued and recumbent forms of Richard and the Customs official crumpled onto the cum-strewn desk.

”Cumstorms?’ Gina said to herself wryly, and giggled, selecting her desired floor from the winking panel on her right. It had been nice to find two such satisfying schlongs straight away on the docking station, and the stacked spy had a warm feeling now that her juicy pussy had climaxed and her ass had been fucked. Not to mention that she was now creamed all over her face, hair and torso, and was sure to look quite a sight as she strode through the place. Since docking station four was home to only about ten thousand people, Gina expected little trouble meeting her contact. She had been provided with a name and a destination, a bar called ‘Savvy’, and the person she was going to meet was supposedly a friend of the owner. Though Anderson had described this individual as a ‘friend to the agency’, Gina expected nothing more than a tip-off artist, nothing more than a smuggler who traded in information as well as goods. For this reason she knew full well that she might have to use her considerable powers of persuasion to extract the information she required.

The lift zoomed up to the floor that she had designated, a large level which housed some accommodation, mainly temporary hotels and rental cabins but also with some retail services for the spaceport populace. ‘Savvy’ was supposedly located on this level.

The lift doors opened and what Gina saw hardly filled her with the desire to extend her stay on the spaceport. In front of her a small plaza was visible, thronged with a few people. There were a couple of floors, with shops and other places on gantries that were higher up, but the whole impression was one of temporariness, or transitory pleasures to be gained before people headed off to somewhere more important.

As it happened, ‘Savvy’was an establishment located on the perimeter of the plaza, and Gina strode out of the lift, leaving a little cum puddle behind her, as the turbolift doors closed and the few people that were around turned and watched in astonishment as the big-titted vision marched in her scandalous attire towards the bar.

Inside, the place was similarly as inauspicious as its exterior had indicated. There were a couple of porno-holovids playing, so that three-dimensional flesh was scrappily rendered using ten year old graphical processors of starlets long since retired, the visual projections life-size so that blurred, translucent bodies that flickered looked escort bayan bahçelievler as though they were fucking or stripping on the bar. There were even old-style posters of babes on the walls, some with actual print, others hyperstencilled onto frames around the place. It was dim and dark, and there were only a few people in the place.

Gina stood in the doorway and scanned the bar, one hand propped lightly on her hip, her top-heavy silhouette standing out alluringly, picked out in profile against the backwash of the lights beyond.

Following this, she made her way to the bar, and addressed the man who would have been cleaning glasses with a cloth, had the one he was working on when Gina had appeared not slipped out of his grasp and shattered on the floor.

Propping her huge knockers on the bar, slimy cum sliding off the slopes of the massive globes onto the surface clear, Gina smiled wantonly at the man.

‘You own this place?’

The man obviously intended to speak, but his utterance actually came out as a strangled cough, although he nodded his head as he cleared his throat. Gina took it as a yes.

‘Then you must know Lucian,’

‘I do,’ said the man, finding his voice finally.

‘You know where he is?’ Gina said, fixing him with a look that would have melted through steel.

‘In the corner,’ the man choked, gulping as he nearly lost his load.

‘Thanks honey,’ said Gina, winking and turning as she saw a figure ensconced in the corner of the bar, a little bit isolated from the rest.

‘Do you… do you want a drink?’ the barman said, making Gina turn her head towards him again.

‘No thanks,’ Gina replied, with a smile and a shake of her head that made her black-blonde tresses shimmer, ‘I’ve just had one…’ with this, she pointed at her cumsplattered face.

At that point, the barman did lose his load, his hands twisting the cloth he had in his hands violently and wringing it as a volcano of semen erupted in his groin, spurts of cum gushing down his trouser leg. Gina had already turned away before that had happened, safe in the knowledge she had made the poor guy spunk in his pants.

Gina strode over to the man in the corner, put her hands on her hips, cocked her eyebrow, and addressed him directly:

‘I’m a big-titted whore and I need a monstercocked stud to treat me like the filthy slut I am by blasting me with his hot, creamy cum.’

There was a quaintness to the method of identifying a fellow operative in the Agency’s code of procedures, a tactic that had apparently been once employed back on earth in similar situations. The lines were prefabricated, a rehearsal – one spoken had to be replied by the correct formulation, a basic security protocol. Gina had long ago noticed that her lines always were a pornographically filthy epithet, presumably a joke from the suits back at the office who always appreciated putting her in sticky situations. Gina, who loved sticky situations – the stickier the better, in fact – hadn’t any cause to escort bayan kayaşehir argue.

‘You can always suck on my footlong meatstick,’ replied the man.

Gina smiled, recognising the correct answer, and saw that the man was handsome, quite rugged, tall and pretty relaxed, if the smooth modulation of his reply had been anything to go by.

‘Mind if I sit down?’

‘Be my guest, agent Knox,’ said the man, easing a chair Gina’s way.

‘Sometimes people have a accident when I use my opening line,’ said Gina, settling into the chair and appreciating the handsome contours of Lucian’s face.

Lucian shugged, ‘my name is Lucian Freyd.’

‘Gina Knox.’

‘Good to meet you Gina,’ said Lucian, ‘presumably you’re here to study the paradox.’

‘What paradox?’

‘The paradox of Darvon. The only planet with a stable governmental administration ever to have total travel lockdown imposed by the Interstellar Agency.’

‘And why is that?’ Gina asked, a little surprised at the directness with which Lucian had got down to business, without any preparatory chat, seemingly undisturbed by the speckling of cum on her face and hair or the way that her bronzed, cumslick boobs burst out of her chest and cast a shadow on the table between them.

‘I would have thought that your job would be to work that out, Gina. Since complete lockdowns of this type are only ever imposed during warfare or rebellion, placing it on Darvon is something of a first.’

‘Unless Darvon isn’t as peaceful as it appears. Unless something is going on down there.’

‘Well that would be my guess. Unless you think that the IA prevents billions of credits and gigatonnes of materials from getting from this station to the surface in daily commerce for no reason.’

Gina had wondered exactly that, and Lucian’s frankness made her wonder if he had some stake in the planet and was losing out over it.

‘What do you know about Darvon?’ Lucian asked.

‘Not much. Just what the agency told me. Bit of a backwater, unassuming place, why?’

‘Is that it?’

‘What do you expect? Space is infinite, in case you hadn’t heard, it’s kind of hard to keep track of every single solitary planet. Can’t say I had heard of this place. I picked up the assignment, got in my craft, flew here; honey, I was fucking myself with a variety of interestingly shaped and sized tools on the way over, can’t say I did study the background too closely.’

‘Ok well let me fill you in. This solar system is an anomaly. Two huge stars nearby went nova simultaneously and the resultant interference made warp travel to here unreliable. After a number of accidents involving missing ships, Interstellar Administration put a hold on travel to and from this system.’

‘For how long?’

‘Two thousand years.’

‘You’re kidding.’

‘True story. We’re dealing with a system that was adrift for two millennia, and all because of warp interference. We got ten planets here, all of which, for two thousand years, have been completely isolated escort türbanlı from mainspace.’

‘So?’

‘So things developed differently here. Slower. They don’t have democratic representation. Fuck, they don’t even have the same idea of being individual human beings as us mainspacers do. Each of these planets is ruled by kings, nobles, oligarchies – they’re feudal, baby.

‘So what are the implications?’

‘The implications are, that for 99.9 quadrillion percent of the people on the planet below, they’re fucking fucked. They don’t know what rights are. They don’t know what democracy is. Their idea of self-determination is getting the weekend off from the boss, or whatever. Look at that picture.’

Gina looked at where Lucian was pointing. It was a pornographic picture that had been stencilled with some artistry, of a woman holding a pair of huge tits up in her hands while a gigantic, muscular cock sprayed white cum all over her. The artist had perfectly captured the look of complete, slutty debauch in the woman’s eyes as the cum jetted out towards her, her mouth hanging open, dripping over her bottom lip.

‘Tell me what you see,’ said Lucian.

‘Same things I see every day,’ said Gina, ‘a monstercock losing control and spurting a huge, hot load into a slut’s face. Except I see it first person.’

‘Ok, fair point, but let’s assume, for the moment, it isn’t crude erotica, it’s art. What would you be looking for?’

‘If it was art?’ Gina mused, ‘I don’t know… if it looked real? If it was beautiful? If it was… true?’

‘Right,’ Lucian agreed, ‘you might look for any of those things, or a combination of them. But only because that way of looking at and interpreting things is culturally sedimented, if that’s the way of looking at things in your culture. Now imagine the Darvons. Imagine that when they look at that picture their way of appraising it is to look for how – I don’t know- green it is. Or how blue it is. And nothing else matters. Or that say you go for a tour of a sacred site of theirs, and they don’t tell you how old it is, who made it, why it looks like what it is, the only thing that matters to them is how tall it is. That’s how removed they are in thinking to us. That’s what we’re dealing with, a feudal culture that doesn’t look at the universe like we do, and to cap it all off, because of the IA embargo, they’re generations behind us technologically. They’re catching up, of course, but the current hold on travel isn’t helping.’

Gina frowned a little. Lucian was clearly an intelligent man, but there was something missing from his account. She decided to cut to the chase.

‘I’m told you can get me off this spaceport and onto the surface.’

‘I can get you off,’ Lucian grinned, ‘and I can get you off the spaceport as well.’

Smiling, Gina leaned forwards, ‘Tell me, Lucian. That line about your cock. Is it true?’

‘Nah,’ said Lucian, ‘I’m much bigger than a foot.’

‘Ok,’ said Gina, her pussy juicing, ‘before you fuck me, I want you to tell me what you’re holding back.’

‘Provided that you don’t want me to hold back from cumming in you face.’

‘I wouldn’t dream of it.’

Lucian stood up. Gina was astonished to see that he was sporting a huge erection, one that was tenting his trousers almost beyond their capacities.

‘The interstellar embargo wasn’t imposed on Darvon by the IA, Gina. They asked for it. They’re afraid of something getting to the surface.’

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The female rolled her hips back, muscles rippling as the weight transferred softly. The golden mane flowing in tendrils as she sat back, rocking on the balls of her feet. Balancing while she straightened, the pale virginal silks whispering as she rose, the lilting jingle of bells joining the song of the beast as she pivoted, music in motion. The snap of a hip sending a riot of sound as the liquid flowing gold sprayed out in her wake as she began her crossing of the large hall. Her hips swaying to a natural gait all her own, the song following her, holding her, as the silks caressed and made the movement ethereal. The beast navigated the maze, a sea of Free pillows and slave furs, heading toward the kitchen supply closet.

Her hazel hued eyes flickering beneath the pale sweeping lashes, a soft contented smile holding the full lips when reaching the closet the female paused, opening it to pluck one of the several necessary instruments of her quest. She was to go a-hunting. She would be made a temporary sleen of the seas, her prey? The poor unsuspecting fish along the docks, if they only knew! That impish gleam danced in the hazel hues as she found the lined rod, net, extra line, the small bone hooks, the water cage, and a large bucket and turning for the door, the supplies in tow, last minute a pause, a flicker of a grin.

Setting them down in a liquid flow as the girl turned, the snap and spilling of golden tresses, the lilting dance of bells as she moved upon her toes, that flex of muscle rippling from calve to hip, silent but for that constant bell song that signaled her presence as well as any bosk bell upon a beast in the field, though of a softer, higher and more delicate tone, dancing in the eardrums. sweet in its simplicity. She found a plate of waste bones, left from some of the other girl’s cooking. Their future destination no doubt to find the gullets and bellies of fluffy and kitty, those snarling beasts that still held her heart, pink of fur and cute despite their savage carnal smiles.

Plucking two of the smaller bones with meat still clinging to them, she hurried back to her burden and lifting it all into her capable arms, before the willowy curved beast with the thigh kissing mane of the sun’s own ink slipped over to the kitchen door. Her feet happy to find the grass of the garden yard, pausing only momentarily to tip her head back, the smell of the rosemary and mint tantalizing the senses with their sweet aromas. She flashed a brighter grin, her dimples pressing within her cheeks, she hurried into motion once more not wishing to tarry over long, around the hold she followed the flow of the breeze, the smell of the salt filling her lungs.

The sea awash with light and mystery as the breeze grew stronger as she approached. The sand now slipping within the patches of grasses, the green thinning until their was none, she heard the cries of the gulls overhead and could not help but laugh. They had spotted with their keen sight, the bosk bones and were already fighting amidst themselves over which among them would get the privilege. As if they had been given the option! She bent and snagged a handful of the sand, tossing it high over head, the laughter bubbling

“Not for you, silly ole biddies! Go nag an ol’ turtle!” she escort elit flashed them a grin.

And with a show of spirit pivoted with a snap of hip, the spray of gold billowing in her wake, she head down the dock, the wood Warmed by the sun biting into the soles of her feet not pausing until she reached the end. It was there paused placing her burden down, her first effort tossing the cage over the side into the depths, the splash and spray sending droplets across the beast and both a gasp and a giggle as she shivered, the wind kissing each droplet and making the girl smile. such a beautiful thing the Thassa!

She secured the cage’s leather thong to one of the docking posts and then plucked up the bones, one particular brave seagull giving her the evil eye for that one. she laughed and struck out her tongue before quickly securing the to strips of string, bitten to length and tossed over the side at different posts, let the crabbies find them, the girl needed to get some bait now. She would deal with the snapping crawlers when she set her lines. thus the girl grabbed the net and hurried back down the docks, the bowl, hooks, extra line, and rod left to the side unmolested for the moment on the clear day. She hurried to the sandier spot of shore, seeing the movement. of waves she couldn’t help but smile brighter. The light dancing across the Thassa almost rendering its waters translucent, the movement of the small schools near the shore barely visible, she shook out the net. It was small, having the two separate sides bunched with two different strings, yet able to be tossed and yanked. All the rope snag together to enclose its belly and hold captive the small freshly hatched schools that make such eager advances.

The parents surfing the deeper waters, and then the female did do, the beast slipping into the waters up to her thighs, the tips of the pale silks soaking and clinging to her naval and hips as she watched the schools move to and fro, closer and away, always following the movement of the tide. She breathed slowly and calmly waiting, gauging the distance, and then with a gasp, casting the net to slap the water and yanking in one movement. The spray of gold flowing and dancing, the bells silent below the waters and hauling in the net. She pouted. Too slow unraveling the net she moved slowly deeper, letting the waters his at her hips, the chill making the baby hairs upon her forearms dance upon end. she shivered and straightened the net again. Breathing slowly watching the shadows of the baby schools along the mossy sandy bottom and then with an abrupt toss and yank, the glittering net soared forth. The girl already drawing the net in before it hit the water she felt the fight, the drag, already turning and walking from the waters, she had gotten a fair share of babies. A delighted shriek as she hit the shore, she had caught a small, well small for their breed, speckled fish in the midst of the small school.

A slight triumphal twirl, she turned and hurried down the sandy beach and back onto the wooden deck, the silks clinging with the water on them glistening and the thump of her feet matching the soft fiery song of the bells as she hurried. Golden piggy tails billowing in her wake escort moldov and the nets holding the catch of fine small baits and that one speckled surprise.

She stopped with a huff of breath, chest rising and falling, loving the sensation of the sea air dancing around her, she turned and with one loud smack she pounded the nets down, the jolt sending the small fish within it into a shock until she could slip them out of the nets and into the waiting bowl. It saved her from the dangers of unseen fish that she might not wish to deal with. She wouldn’t want to mistakenly brush an eel of any type beneath the bodies of harmless ones. She slipped the speckled one from the pile, lifting the watery cage and letting it slip into it, casting it back down to hold it until she was ready to go. A quick string of the line of and the choicer minnows, stringing them artfully over the line and hook, leaving their already flapping tails room to make a stir then casting the line out, placing the up against one of the support ties, where she could monitor it’s tip for signs of bites, the girls gaze slid back to the bait bowl only to cry out with a scowl, two gulls were making themselves dinner!

“Gah! Get away you two biddies! Those are niccis! Shoo shooo! Don’t make nicci go and get fluffy!”

The girl snagged the bowl with a dark daring scowl at the loudly protesting birds. placing it in her lap as she plops down on her rear, letting legs hang off the side, the waters spraying across the soles of her feet as they beat against the support posts of the dock, making her giggle. Her fingers clasp one of the bone lines and she wiggles it a little bit, feeling a weighty resistance. Her heart beats faster, grabbing it and slowly, carefully inching it closer to the surface. She didn’t wish to lose the snapper. She waited until she got it within sight of the surface, and the smile dazzled the weak as she noticed not one but two! Oh how the sea smiled upon her efforts today!

The one hand reached for the nets, bunching them quickly, while she slid the bowl aside, forgotten for the moment, it would have to be quick. Then she did it, yanking hard upon the bone cord, and swinging the net with the other, the creatures once free of the Thassa’s protecting cover releasing, seeking the waters only to find the net, the beast didn’t hesitate, but quickly beat them against the dock, knocking them senseless.

Removing their still bodies from the dock she turned and into the basket they went, locked up. The girl at last breathed, free of their pinchers. She dropped the bone back below once more and then crawled back over to the other bone string, not before shooing those pain in the neck gulls from snacking on her bait. A tap on the line, feeling the resistance again, she pulled up lightly, all but wiggling in her excitement. There weren’t two, but one old big one, holding barnacles upon its shell, she bit her lip checking the size of the snappers. She was tempted to just let the animal have the bone but, no. She must land the snapper. She readied the net and eased the bone toward the surface, the large snapper doing something unsuspected. It released the line as it felt the rise. With a gasp she heaved the net and escort vip released the useless bone to drag on the net strings, she felt the fight and hurried, if it snapped to much it could destroy the net.

Concentration snaring the senses, just as the flicker of the gaze gave way to the dip on the fishing line, a fish!

“But, but, but!”

She bit hard on her lower lip and hauled the net overboard, the fighting grandfather of a snapper wiggling and seeking flesh with its angry claws, she beat it once against the deck but still it fought, a shocked cry, twice, thrice, and a fourth before she let go of the net shivering. Such an angry creature!

Holding her hands to her chest to hold her breath, she sagged to the deck boards. Poking at the still figure of the large snapper with a trembling finger and sighed in relief only when did it didn’t stir. She quickly unraveled it from the netting, and dumped it into the basket with a contented sigh stretching back on the deck to glance at the pole.

“The pole!”

An anguished cry tore itself from her as she quickly dragged in the line, only to find..

“Drat!”

The sea beast had torn off the bait and left her empty. A hand reached into the bait bucket and felt thrice before hazel hues glanced over and she just groaned, sagging back onto the boards.

“Empty.” she growled. “Niccy hates those biddies”

But at least she had the snappers? She began to pack everything once more, drawing up the singled speckled fish and stringing it on a dry line, leaving only the bone lines to last, finding the first empty and finding two more smackers.

The first proved to be a little slippery but the second, quickly caught and gathered in the basket. Then the beast laden with its supplies hurried back along the warm wooden dock to the hold. Placing things back where they go, leaving the fish to dry, out of reach of the sleen, and low enough to the sleen that the gulls didn’t dare it, and kept the chattering, snapping creatures within the basket confined, a rock holding the lid securely down until she found what was to be done with them

When this was done the girl hurried into the bathing space and washed the salted tang of the sea from her figure and hair, leaving in its place the fresh floral smell of the soaps left for the fellow beasts, new pale silks donned and the flow of gold left to dry in her wake as she seeks above, the lilting bells telling the story of the beast as she moves even as the silks whisper the girl’s secrets, the weaving figure finding her way back

She came to her silent Master, her muscles rippling softly in her smooth swayed gait, the honey tones moving liquidly around the curved willowy figure of the beast as she draws to Him, pausing slightly to His left and kneeling, melting onto modestly closed thighs as bells fall silent, hands finding the closed limbs, tugging at the silks to smooth them in a habit almost forgotten, so long had it been, tilting her chin back to reveal the city collar, as he watched her as he would his kailla. Her eyes began to dance beneath the soft sweep of long lashes, the lips curled into that familiar dimpled grin, a slight playful toss of the head, the spray of gold dancing to follow the movement, she smiles all the brighter as the light soprano tones drift once more.

“A girl has gone fishing Master. She wasn’t that successful with fish Master but she did catch quite a few snappers.” She grinned praying that he would find her pleasing.

The Master looked down at the city girl.

“Good job girl snappers are very tasty indeed.”

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Meanwhile Back on Earth…

Jordan Cross sat in the back of his limo, watching the Manhattan skyline go by as he made his way to his Central Park penthouse.

‘Tomorrow I shall rule supreme. Then the world shall tremble.’ Jordan thought.

Benjamin sat in back with Jordan, his PDA clearly visible, ready to take notes or orders from his master.

“Benjamin, tonight we’re going to Washington and tomorrow Project Leviathan comes to fruition.” Jordan said.

“Yes sir. Our people are all in position, though it took a little longer getting all of the necessary personnel into positions in other countries. I was a little surprised that you included Canada, Central America and South America.” Benjamin said with as must respect as possible in his tone.

“Yes, I know. But it needs to be done. The people will be better off for it and Americas will be stronger for it.” Cross nodded sagely. “Once they see the truth sir, they’ll fall to their knees and worship you till the end of time.” Benjamin said, with no hint of doubt in his voice.

“Did you wire the money yet?” Cross asked with a far away look in his eyes.

“Yes, it was done this morning. Thirty million to an account in Bogota, twenty million to the Nevis account and fifteen went to Munich. We received conformation about twenty minutes before we left.” Benjamin said, consulting his PDA for the answers.

“Good, our Columbian friends will be pleased and will keep their side of the bargain. Once it’s over and done with we can always retrieve the money at a later date. It’s one thing to be in business with the Columbians, it’s another thing to trust them at all.” Cross stated. “A wise move sir. Will you include the Mexican drug cartels in the ‘clean-up’?” Benjamin approached the subject with a certain amount of caution.

Cross looked sharply at his personal secretary, glad that he brought up the very thing he was thinking about. Those drug cartels could be treacherous to deal with any day of the week and it was certainly a bad idea to turn your back on them even for an instance, unless you really wanted a meat cleaver jammed in it.

“Yeah, I’ll want to make a clean sweep of them. No need leaving loose ends around, they only become a hindrance later on.” Cross said, wiping a bit of lint off his Chino pants.

A beeping sound emanated from the PDA, alerting that a message was in the inbox. Benjamin open the simple text message, less then four lines long and was straight to the point, which took less than ten seconds to decode what the message really meant.

“Sir, it appears that our ‘party favors’ have arrived on schedule and are being set up even as we speak. All you need to do is give the signal and the party will begin.” Benjamin stated, with just the hint of pleasure in his voice.

“Good. Call Marcus and have him begin what we discussed. He’ll know what you’re talking about.” Cross said with the first hint of adrenaline coursing through his veins.

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Marcus LaMarx sat in his small, cramped apartment, furiously typing away at the keyboard of his computer. The sound of Disturbed rattled walls of his apartment, letting the potent music fuel his soul, his creativity, and push him to his limits. His phone rang, which was a rare occurrence, but didn’t hear it. If it didn’t light up like a damn fireworks display when it rang he wouldn’t have known it rang. He muted his music, another rare occurrence in his building, and picked it up.” Yeah?” He wasn’t much for small talk.

“Mr. Cross says for you to begin.” The voice on the other line said then it went dead.

He stared at the phone, not knowing what the hell that was about until it clicked. Jordan Cross hired him to do an almost impossible job. But for someone with Marcus’s talents it was child’s play. Cross paid for the best hardware for Marcus to use his ‘talents’ to do something that has never been done before. He slid the junk off his computer station and hooked up the special lab top. This thing of beauty cost more than a new Lexus. It had a killer Ethernet connection and most of the components going to be available on the open market for the next two years. He had prepared for this moment for over two years and was anxious to complete it. Hell, when all was said and done he’d be the ‘number one hacker’ on the entire planet. After the hard drive warmed up he started with number one on his to-do list. ___________________________

Scholars speculate that the Internet could never collapse, considering how it was structured; it was designed to prevent itself from collapsing. Even if a terrorist attack occurred, striking computer relay points, it would never work. What if someone was smart enough and had the needed talent, not to destroy the Internet, but control the flow of information. Some would say that it would be impossible to, say, stop all forms of communication coming in and going out of the continental United States. Others would say that no on this Earth could establish a communications escort bayan beykent blackout through three separate continental masses. Well, they were proven wrong. At three thirty a.m. EST the Western Hemisphere went ‘dark’, as it were, for the first time in a hundred years. This was just the first indication that something was wrong.

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Inside the Oval Office Washington D.C. Time: 6:32 a.m. EST

The President sat in his comfortable leather chair, a scowl creeping across his face after having been rudely awaken by his nervous looking aide. He was told that there was a national emergency and his presence was needed immediately.

“Alright boys, what the hell happened that would require my presence in my office at six thirty in the morning?” He sounded grumpy as he rubbed the graying stubble on his jawbone.

“Sir, the entire country is in a communications blackout. Something we’ve never seen the likes of before. Nothing we send seems to make it, not telephone, no fax, no Internet. Hell, we can’t even get a signal to the satellites in orbit. We’ve tried Britain, France, Germany, even Spain, but nothing seems to reach its destination. It’s like someone just blocked ‘us’ and left everyone else alone.” Said an Air Force General.

The door to the Oval office burst open as a secretary came rushing in, her face flushed red from running.

“Mr. President, we just received a call from the Canadian Prime Minister’s office. Apparently he wants to speak to you.” The woman said between gasps for air.

Before he could respond another aide came rushing through the same door, claiming that the Mexican President was also on line two and wanted a word. After that three similar running aides came into the office claiming the other governments south of the boarder were calling, wanting a word or two with the President.

“Wait just a damn minute! I thought you said that there wasn’t any telephone service, General? What do you make of that?” the president practically shouted pointing to his office phone as several lines blinked angrily.

“Um…it would appear that they are also in the same predicament as us. Also sir, I said never said we didn’t have phone service, it’s just that every time we try to reach anyone from across the pond nothing would happen. We didn’t try locally though.” The general squeaked out.

“Next time, tell me. I hate it when I look like a fucking moron.” The president said heatedly.

A man in a dark suit, one that just scream government agent, walked into the room and informed everyone present that television broadcasts were still being receive throughout the region but nothing from the international networks was able to get through. Just as the president was about to curse his private phone rang, something that only happened when ‘he’ called. The President of the United States, leader of the free world, elected leader of a nation, suddenly looked like he was going to pass out or worse, run from the room screaming for his ‘momma’ again. He reached for the phone with a shaky hand then picked it up. “h…Hee…Hello?” He barley whispered.

He stood stock still, his ear rooted to the receiver, face turning white as beads of sweat began popping out all over his body. He reached out unoccupied hand to steady himself. His replies were short, mostly ‘yes, sir’, ‘no, sir’ or ‘I’m sorry sir’. As the line went dead he put the phone back in its cradle. He looked up at everyone in the room and told them to get out after he told his secretary to schedule an emergency meeting of the Congress. From the shocked looks their faces, they couldn’t believe they had jus heard him give that order. In fact, they couldn’t remember the last time any president called for an emergency meeting with congress.

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Benjamin ended his call with the President while he began getting ready for today’s events. He left his room and hurried to the elevator. Once the car arrived he slipped the keycard into the slot to go directly to the penthouse. When he got off he noticed the usual servants scurrying about. The penthouse suite was impressive, even though it was a Comfort Inn. As he entered the suite itself he quickly found his master being ‘serviced’ by one of the prettier serving girls. Over the years he had grown accustomed to such displays so he no longer thought anything of it. “Sir, the call’s been made. The preparations are being made as even as we speak.” He said.

“Good, as soon as I’m done here order some breakfast from room service. It’s going to be a bust day.” Cross said and smacked the tight, naked ass that was pressed against him. The girl squealed in delight and continued on at a faster pace.

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FBI Agent Philips walked down a nondescript hallway, passing numerous numbered doors with electronic locks. He finally came to the correct door and slipped his keycard into the slot. When it buzzed, escort özbek he turned the handle and entered the small office. His partner was at his desk, sipping coffee from a white Styrofoam cup while he scribbled something down on a large yellow legal pad. Philips and his partner, Agent Chambers, were to desperate, to say the least. They have been trying to build a case against Jordan Cross for the last four years but every time they thought they had some evidence that would stick it would evaporate before they could even tag-and-bag-it. It was like watching one the old time great magicians perform a mind-boggling trick, one minute your eyes were glued on the big box that had swords run through it, the next second the ‘assistant’ sneaks out the trapdoor while everyone else is distracted. Cross is great at using misdirection, one minute they had a witness in custody, the next instant their head would disappear. That’s why Philips called in an ‘old friend’, to help out with the case. A hacker who went way back with him to high school.

Josh Sanders knocked on the door to the office and Phillips opened it. They shook hands and went through the usual pleasantries.

“Alright Rich, you wouldn’t have called me unless you up shit creek without a paddle. So what’s up?” Josh asked.

“Ok, to the point then. Josh, what I’m about to tell you can’t leave this office. If it did the media would go into a feeding frenzy. Can you keep your mouth shut?” Richard Philips asked.

“Sure man, no problem, anything for a friend. So spill it already, I’m dying to know what this is about.” Josh said eagerly.

“Brian and I have been trying to build a case against Jordan Cross. Do you know him?” Philips asked, receiving a nod. So he went on. “We have reason to believe that he has something big going on. With the sudden communications blackout, it just seem too coincidental, if you catch my drift.”

“Yeah that sounds a little too neat for my comfort. Before you called I was looking into this blackout, trying to see if I could break through it or not. I gotta tell you, man, that fucking thing is unlike anything I’ve ever come across. I couldn’t even find the source of the blackout; it seems like it was buried directly in the heart of the system and shifted throughout the network. It was like trying to grab a hand full of sand then trying to hold on to it.” Josh said, with awe in his voice.

“So, you don’t know if it’s connected to Cross or not?” Chambers asked for the first time.

Josh hesitated for just a fraction of a second before he answered. “No, I don’t know for sure. But this thing has triggered something in an old memory I have. It reminds me of a theory I heard in college from a classmate, brilliant fellow, a bit strange but brilliant. Some said his IQ was off the charts and he could do all sorts of things with a computer that even the professor couldn’t understand. This guy, Marcus, had a superiority complex and was antisocial to boot. Never trusted the Professors because he thought they were jealous of his intellect, which was that main reason why he dropped out. Haven’t heard from him in almost nine, maybe ten, years or so. His theory was that someone, given enough preparation and time, could take over and control the Internet. He also said that whoever could control the Internet would have unlimited power.” Josh finished.

“How could control of the Internet lead to unlimited power?” Chambers asked.

“The Treaty of Versailles, a single document, ended WWI but it was also one of the leading causes for WWII. Well, the written word has more power now than it did two hundred years ago.” Josh said. “Jesus! All that for a piece of paper?” Chambers asked.

“You’ve heard the old saying ‘The pen is mightier than the sword?'” Philips stated.

“Right. So was that all or was their something else you wanted to discuss?” Josh asked.

“Yeah; just one more thing… Remember, your promise Josh, because this is the important part.” Philips tried to impress as much sternness in his voice. After receive a nod from Josh he continued. “Two months ago there was a break-in at a CDC viral research center. Someone, or a small group, managed to get past all of the security measures and take a very lethal viral contaminate. We think Cross is behind it but we can’t pin it on him.” Philips said, sounding depressed as he went on.

“Fuck me! You’re saying their some nut running around out there with a deadly virus?” Josh asked, in a panic.

“Yes. The media was kept in the dark so as to not cause a panic in the populace. Anyway, the virus that was stolen was a bio-engineered strain. Some researcher created it trying to see if it had any medical attribute but it came out looking more like a weapon than anything else. It was modeled off Ebola. Good thing is its not contagious and has a short duration, about five minutes in the open air.” Phillips said, looking like shit.

“Ok, so it’s not as bad as it could have escort bayan yenibosna been though.” Josh said, trying to find the silver lining in this situation.

“Don’t go looking for the happy ending just yet computer boy.” Chambers barked from his desk.

“Right, almost forgot about that. The virus is an air born strain. But once it’s release from it’s containment it will only last for five minutes. Now, put it in New York City during a rush hour and one decent breeze will spread that bad boy. It could infect hundreds, thousands, hell even hundreds of thousands of people. Maybe even a million if the little bastard was lucky.” Phillips said, looking like he wanted to throw up.

Josh paled at what the consequences of such a thing could be.

“Christ, bio warfare! Once they’re infected they’ll spread it like a wildfire.” Josh stated calmly.

“No, at least we don’t have to worry about that. Once a person is infected it can’t be spread in any other way, not through bodily fluids or physical damage. The infected person has about thirty minutes to live as the virus replicates through their blood stream. The immune system doesn’t have enough time to react to it before the host organs turn to pea soup and they die of a huge hemorrhage. Quick, fast, deadly, bloody and there’s no known cure for it either.” Philips finished.

“We’re fucked.” Josh eked out.

“Yep. Except, whoever took it hasn’t used it yet, which isn’t very helpful. So would you mine looking into it for me?’ Philips asked.

“Yeah, no problem.” He said then left.

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The President made his way towards the podium as he was announced by one of the lower functionaries. He knew what was coming, which made him excited to the point of bursting. Out of the corner of his eye he saw a or the TV crew operating their equipment, the little red light shining brightly letting everyone present know they were live. This broadcast was going out on all the emergency channels and overriding every regular broadcast that was scheduled. He made his way up on the podium pouring himself a glass of cold water for his throat that suddenly had gone dry. He put the glass down then cleared his throat before speaking. “Ladies and gentlemen; and members of Congress, I stand before you today with grave news. Earlier today an unknown source has attacked the greater North American region, effectively cutting communications with the rest of the world, by using our own computer network against us.” The President paused for a brief moment to gather his thoughts.

As he did, murmurs spread out like a rippling wave throughout the cavernous room.

The President raised his hand to quit the murmur but it took longer than was necessary. “As of yet we don’t know the source or the reason for this terrorist attack. But we have consulted many experts concerning this situation. Unfortunately, they are just as puzzled by this occurrence as we are. However our investigation is still ongoing and we hope to have the perpetrator, or perpetrators in custody within the next forty-eight hours.” The President finished.

From one of the hidden doors a low-level flunky rushed up to the podium and whispered into one of the secret service agents’ ear. The agent then nodded his head then stepped up on the podium and interrupted the President. As the President heard the news from the agent his face quickly turned ashen then to white. Jordan Cross entered through the gigantic double doors leading down the main aisle, making a grand spectacle as the President locked his eyes on the one known as his master. As Cross walked down the narrow aisle he heard the angry half whispers as they were being exchanged. Some of the Congressmen secretly called security on hidden panic buttons while others hoped that he’d be shot for what he knew. As he climbed the steps towards the podium the angry whispers became outraged bellows. The secret service moved to intercept him but the President quickly waved them off and they returned to their positions. Once Jordan was standing in front of the President, the head of the US got down on his knees and kissed Jordan’s recently polished Italian leather shoes.

That one act brought complete silence into the hall and nearly tripled the viewer ratings for CNN. Jordan placed his right hand on top of his servants’ head as he was looked upon with admiration. His smile was cool and calculating as he looked down at the most powerful man in the free world before promptly kicking the man right in the face. The spray of blood was most impressive as it arched back through the air and landed on various objects. He turned towards the rushing secret service man and bellowed. “Kingdom Come!”

The twenty secret service agents stopped dead in their tracks as their minds processed the trigger phrase. Cross had planned for this moment for years so nothing had left nothing to chance. He then spoke the next trigger word to his now waiting followers. “Open the cellar door.”

This phrase turned the agents loyalty over to him, forcing them to take orders from only him and his followers.

“Take your places.” Cross ordered, causing them to retreat towards the exits, to guard them.

He then turned back to the now captive audience and the millions of people watching on TV. Speaking into the mike, he said, “Kingdom Come at Last”.

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That was the first of many visits to the laboratory, but I didn’t get to play with the futabot again. Instead, I was the subject of investigation, and spent hours being interviewed, answering seemingly random questions, electrodes all over my head, a vibrator pressed to my pussy and purring away. Or sometimes I was strapped into the chair while feathers tickled my feet. Or bent over the table, strapped down and whipped at irregular intervals. But always the endless questions and electrodes.

And then there was the time I was in an MRI for twenty minutes, the magnet hammering away at my head while a mechanical butterfly fluttered against my clit. “Please try to keep still,” Dr Evans’s voice in my ears said repeatedly, while my fingers itched to scratch.

And the time I rode the Sybian until the questions blurred into meaningless words, my answers unintelligible anyway…

The sessions were exhausting, and always left me both bored out of my skull and horny as hell. On my train journey home each Saturday, I was invariably too tired to think or read or anything, yet too wired to sleep. I was consumed by the need to fuck, but lacked the energy to do anything about it.

I didn’t have a boyfriend at the time – never being very good at keeping them – and was staying with Sasha, who had no wish to share hers (or to be shared between us, alas). “You’re as bad as my brother,” she muttered, scowling at me.

She certainly wasn’t suggesting anything, but I perked up immediately. “Oh yes?”

Her eyes narrowed distrustfully. “Don’t you dare!”

“Don’t what?” I asked, pretending innocence as I snatched up her phone and scrolled through her contacts.

“Ali!” she hissed, trying to grab it back, but I ran to the bathroom and locked myself in.

“Dai? Hi,” I said, ignoring the angry thump on the door, “it’s Ali. Are you free tonight?”

“Er, sure.”

“Why don’t you come over? Bring condoms.”

There was silence for a long moment. “Seriously?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely.”

“Right,” he said. “Okay. Be there in half an hour.”

Sasha glowered at me as I peered round the door. “Is he coming?”

I nodded.

“Right, well I’m going. I don’t want to spend the night listening to the two of you fuck.”

Orgasms or not, being teased and tormented for hours is not the same as a good, hard fuck. I needed a cock in me. I needed to feel a man pounding his hard, hungry cock into me with pure, animal lust. I needed to feel that lust too, that need that banishes rational thought.

Dai, much as I loved his Welsh accent (bizarrely, so much thicker than Sasha’s) and his rich baritone voice when singing, was not what I would consider boyfriend material, but he did have one very important attribute: convenience. Not only was he currently young, free and single, but he lived nearby.

And – most unexpectedly – he was hung like a horse.

He arrived even as his sister escaped. He flushed guiltily beneath her passing glare, but then she was gone and the door was closed and it was just the two of us. I pushed him back against the door and dropped to my knees, my hands working his belt open. “Um, hi?” he said, and laughed nervously.

I pulled his zip down and tugged at his waistband. Looking up into his eyes, I said, “I’m not looking for a relationship. This is just sex. Are you okay with that?”

He gulped. He actually gulped. It was cute. “Yes,” he said, nodding.

And that’s when his cock, semi-erect and hardening quickly, sprung out from his jeans.

Okay, so it wasn’t the biggest cock I had ever had the pleasure of, but in terms of size and aesthetics, it certainly made my Top Ten (yes, I have such a list). I wrapped a hand about it, my thumb stroking the smooth skin, and I sniffed it to make sure it was clean. It was.

It was leaking precum too, and judging by the damp patch on his knickers it had been leaking for a while. “I would have thought the girls would be lining up to use you, Dai,” I teased.

He was only nineteen, several years younger than me, always awkward around girls and quite possibly a virgin. Barely had I wrapped my eager lips about his now erect cock when he gave a panicked moan and thrust deep into my mouth. I recoiled, choking, as cum splashed against my face. With a frustrated whine, he tried to catch the rest of it in his hands, though cum escaped around the edges of his palms and squeezed between his fingers. “Sorry!” he cried, his cheeks bright red with embarrassment.

I tried to keep a straight face. “Go clean yourself,” I said calmly, “and we’ll try again.”

And we did, though again he didn’t last very long. While it was fun being the first woman he’d ever been with, I would have preferred an experienced lover. But beggars can’t be choosers – in the absence of an experienced lover, an eager lover will suffice.

As the weeks went by, his stamina improved remarkably. He would wait for me on Saturday evenings, ready to service me the moment I got home, ready escort bayan ortaköy to practise the skills I was teaching him. He grew confident, and even a little cocky, which I didn’t really mind.

The only problem was the way he kept finding excuses to pop round at other times during the week, not content with being just my Saturday evening lover. He complained that I was keeping him at a distance, which I was; and that I was keeping secrets, which I was – or, rather, I was keeping my private life to myself.

“I told you from the start,” I said. “It’s just sex. I don’t want a relationship.”

“Then let’s have sex. Now. Why wait till Saturday?” (It was a Tuesday.)

“I have work to do tonight. Be patient.”

“Where do you go on Saturdays? You always come back desperate for sex. Do you have another lover?”

To be honest, the relationship, such as it was, was exhausting. I would have broken up with him sooner if the sex hadn’t been so good. “I think we should stop this,” I said.

“Maybe we should,” he snapped back at me, and stormed off.

The following Saturday, in Cambridge once again, I was waiting in the lobby for Dr Evans to collect me when Dai wandered in through the revolving doors. “What are you doing here?” I hissed.

He had the grace to look guilty. “I followed you,” he said quietly as he sat beside me. “It’s been driving me nuts not knowing where you’ve been going. I was sure you were meeting a man.”

“I am,” I said, seeing a very puzzled Dr Evans approaching. “Hi, Doc. This is Dai, my ex-FWB.”

Dr Evans frowned. “What’s an ‘XFWB’?”

“Someone who will no longer be screwing me every Saturday night.”

“Ali!” my XFWB whined.

Dr Evans studied him thoughtfully. “It’s up to you, of course, but we could use him today. I mean, since he’s here anyway.”

“What do you mean, ‘use me’?”

I shrugged. “Did anyone bring condoms?”

“There’s plenty in the lab.”

“He’s big.”

“I’ve got all sizes.”

“Well, Dai,” I said. “Feel like being a rat for a day?”

He stared at me, utterly lost for words.

“Last chance for you to be with me…”

He nodded unhappily. “Okay.”

Dai followed Dr Evans and me through the maze of corridors and down the narrow stairs to the lab, and then into the room with all the cameras and other sensors. There was no sign of the futabot, much to my disappointment. “If you would both undress, please,” Dr Evans said, leaving us alone while he went off, presumably to start the cameras and everything.

Dai looked round nervously, while I was quickly naked. “What’s going on?” he asked.

“We’re going to fuck,” I said. “For science. Come on, get your kit off.”

Dr Evans reappeared with a string of condoms and a clipboard, and took a seat in the corner of the room.

Since Dai seemed frozen with uncertainty, I dropped to my knees, as so often before, and worked his trousers open and down about his ankles. Inside his Y-fronts, his cock was discouragingly limp, but as I caressed it through the cotton and as I kissed his thighs, I could feel it stirring. “I want your cock in my mouth,” I said, looking up into his eyes. “I want you naked in front of me.”

With a nod of assent, he thawed at last, tugging his shirt off over his head and flinging it to the side of the room. I helped him out of his shoes, socks and trousers, and finally his knickers, revealing a cock that was no longer shy of so much attention.

With a moan of exaggerated lust, I took the hardening member into my mouth and sucked, my tongue teasing the smooth, delicate skin. “Do you like my mouth?” I asked after a minute.

“I fucking love your mouth,” he said adoringly.

“Do you enjoy fucking it?”

Dai glanced over at Dr Evans, who was scribbling notes and glancing at us from time to time. “I love fucking your mouth,” Dai said.

“If I had a cock, would you let me fuck your mouth?”

“What? No! I’m not gay!”

“I didn’t say I’d be a man,” I said, and returned my attention to his cock, taking it gradually deeper into my throat as his thrusting became less gentle.

I pushed him away to catch my breath. “What if I looked exactly like I do now, even down to the sweet and sensitive folds of my pussy that you love so much, but I had a cock as well. Would you let me use it on you?”

He shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know. It would be weird.”

I’m one of those girls who love having a cock to suck on. I love the sense of control it gives me. I love also when a man takes control, grabs my hair and fucks my mouth. I love that moment when the cock stiffens at the precipice of orgasm, and the moment when cum erupts. Volcanic. Hot, sticky, creamy lava, spilling from my lips, dripping onto my breasts and thighs. And Dai was blessed in that department, able to produce a good quantity of creamy white cum, especially when he followed my instructions. “Save your cum for me,” I would escort bayan rus tell him after our Saturday sessions. “I want it all.”

I came up for air again. “What if all girls had cocks? What if all girls had cocks and expected men to do this for them?”

He grabbed me by the hair and pulled me close, his cock thrusting between my lips once more and slipping into my throat. Perhaps he just wanted to shut me up, but I sensed he was close. I made a firm ring with my lips and used my tongue as well as I could, but even so he seemed to take forever to climax. The need to breathe was getting urgent when at last he arrived, his cum spilling deep in my throat as he held my head tight against his belly.

Dai released me, and I pulled away, gasping for breath. His cock, still pulsing vibrantly, spat cum at my face as I did, and then at my breasts, and then seemed to run out of steam abruptly. He sighed as he relaxed, cum dribbling from his proud cock.

“If I had a cock,” I said, “I would love to do this to you. I would love to see you on your knees in front of me with my cum all over your face and chest.”

“Lucky for me, you don’t.”

I scooped up a line of cum from my cheek and licked my finger clean. “You know, if you want to be my boyfriend, you’ll lick my breasts clean of your cum.” And really, there was just a tiny bit. “It’s not like anyone will ever know…” I added, ignoring the cameras and live studio audience (i.e., Dr Evans).

To give him credit, he did think about it for a second, but his lips twisted in disgust. “You’re sick, Ali. There’s something very wrong with you.” He turned suddenly and snatched up his clothes.

“Oh please,” I snarled. “Go find some vanilla girl to stalk.”

“I didn’t stalk…” He stopped mid-sentence, no doubt realising that secretly following me halfway across the country did qualify as stalking. “Well, I won’t anymore.”

He finished dressing and, without another word, walked out – leaving me still on my knees, naked and splashed with his cum, watching him bemused.

“I’ll need to see him out,” Dr Evans said. “Don’t go anywhere.”

And then I was alone, just the cameras for company. “Boys are so fragile,” I said melodramatically, and exited stage left.

After cleaning myself in the sink in the corner of main lab area, I explored the room that had previously housed the VR suit. The suit was gone, and there was no sign of the futabot, but there was a large, locked chest big enough to hide a body in. I knocked on the lid. “Anybody in there?” I called. “Knock once for yes, twice for no.”

I jumped back with a sharp cry as something thudded on the lid from the inside. My heart was pounding. “Who’s in there?” I demanded.

There was a quiet, muffled answer. A feminine voice.

“I wasn’t planning to show you today,” Dr Evans said, suddenly behind me. “But I can hardly leave you thinking I’ve locked a woman in there.”

He took a key from his pocket and unlocked the chest, swinging the lid up and over. It was a lot like he was opening a coffin. The body inside was naked, and utterly still. Her eyes were closed. Her expression peaceful. The sight of it gave me gooseflesh.

Not least because she looked identical to me. (Actually, she looked like an air-brushed celebrity version of me: skin unblemished, free of wrinkles, curves exaggerated.) In almost every respect.

There was one difference, however.

“Am I sick?” I asked. “Is it wrong that I want her to wake up and fuck me with that?”

He shrugged. “Natural human curiosity.”

“Oh yes? Have you done it with her?”

“No!”

The way he blushed bright red, I had to wonder. “But you’ve thought of it.”

“No!”

I laughed. “Liar. You should, though. I’d love to watch her fuck you. Can you wake her up?”

He hesitated a moment, then nodded. “Alex,” he said loudly. “Activate.”

Alex opened her eyes and sat up, her head swivelling slowly as she studied the room, as if cataloguing everything in it, including Dr Evans and myself. “Hello, Dr Evans,” she said, her voice mine, her accent mine too. Her head tilted like a quizzical puppy’s as she studied me. “Hello, Alex.”

“No,” I said. “My name is Ali, not Alex. You are Alex.”

“Oh. Okay. Hello, Ali.”

“Hello, Alex. Would you like to fuck me?”

Almost instantly, her nipples hardened. “I want to fuck you,” she said. The cock between her legs, that had looked so small and limp before, was very quickly standing at attention, and superior in both length and girth to Dai’s. A magnificent futa-cock.

“You are so beautiful,” I said.

“Thank you. Can we fuck now?”

The way her eyes were able focus on mine made her seem alive in a way that the other futabot hadn’t. Her expression, however, and her tone of voice remained calm and neutral. Her movements were birdlike, watchful and curious. In all, she seemed almost like a child in a woman’s body. Or sort-of, escort bayan etiler anyway.

Suddenly uncomfortable, I shook my head. “Come here, Alex.”

She studied the chest, stood slowly, and stepped out carefully. I could hear the soft whine of her machinery as she walked over to me.

“She has a battery life of up to four hours,” Dr Evans commented. “Physical exertion will reduce that significantly.”

Alex startled me by putting her hands on my breasts and squeezing my nipples gently between her fingers. Below them, the soft head of her cock pressed against me as she stepped closer still.

Human interaction has so many subtle rules that we learn through years of experience. The concept of personal space and the language of gestures were clearly lost on Alex. I had ordered her to come to me, and she interpreted it logically.

Her hands brushed down my sides and around to grab my cheeks, allowing her to pull me tight against her, her breasts against mine, her cock hard against my belly. “I want to fuck,” she said, and kissed me.

She kissed me the way Fiona would. Dr Evans must have used the data from my session with her to program Alex. I certainly wasn’t complaining, but in that kiss, though it was enjoyable, Alex lacked the soft versatility of a real human. However, overall, with the exception of that cock, she felt like a real flesh-and-blood woman, soft and warm, and in my arms.

“Wow,” I said. “I really want to take you home.”

“I need to fuck you,” she said. “Now.”

My earlier discomfort was gone, replaced by a burning need to let her have her way with me. I let go of the weirdness of being seduced by a futabot copy of myself. After all, I was complicit in her design. All those Saturdays had been leading to this point, and the result surpassed my expectations. “Fuck me, Alex,” I said. “Fuck me hard.”

“Wait!” Dr Evans said, and we both looked at him. I wondered whether Alex was as frustrated as I by this interruption. “Sorry, but can you do it next door, please?”

“Yes, Dr Evans,” Alex said, and I squealed as she picked me up. I wrapped my arms around her neck as she carried me, following Dr Evans through to the room with the cameras.

Her strength and balance were truly impressive. Rather than lower me to the floor, she lifted my hips until her face was between my breasts and the head of her cock nestling within the folds of my pussy. I could feel I was wet – well lubricated and hopefully ready for what was about to happen.

She lowered me slowly, letting gravity drive me down onto her incredibly thick cock. Much as I had enjoyed Dai’s cock over the months, I had missed this wonderful feeling of being stretched by futa-cock.

“Men are obsolete,” I said, laughing. “Fuck me, Alex, with your beautiful cock.”

Again and again she lifted me until the monster threatened to escape, only to pull me down again, burying more and more of herself in me, every exquisite inch of her cock rubbing against my clit over and over, until I could feel her pressing against my cervix.

My feet were able to touch the ground again. Our faces were level – I kissed her hungrily. I was full of her cock, impaled on it, trapped by it, and I loved it. “I love you,” I whispered in her ear.

“I love you,” she whispered back, and lowered herself carefully to her knees. I let her guide me onto my back, spreading my legs to let her kneel between them, her cock swiftly finding its way into me again and thrusting deep.

“Give it to me hard and fast,” I said.

“Yes, my love.”

She pulled out slowly, and thrust in hard and fast, forcing a cry from me from the rush of sensation. “Yes,” I gasped. “Again. Don’t stop.”

Again she pulled out slowly and thrust in hard and fast. Again I cried out. Again and again. “Fuck!” I climaxed – for the first time that day, but certainly not the last. Alex continued her powerful, metronomic fucking while I convulsed beneath her, one orgasm giving way to the next, until I couldn’t tell where one ended and the next began.

“Come in me,” I begged her. “Fill me up with your creamy cum.”

Without breaking her tireless assault, she did. Her cock swelled within me until I was sure I would burst, and then it was pulsing inside me and I could feel her cum tickling my insides. “Yes!” I shouted, lost in yet another climax. “Fuck! Yes!”

Alex pulled out slowly, this time all the way, cum gushing from my abandoned pussy. She wasn’t finished with me, however. Lifting my right leg, she positioned herself so that our matching pussies were pressed together, and proceeded to scissor me expertly, clit against clit, her cum-soaked cock jutting up free between us.

I had thought myself too worn out for more, but I climaxed with a sudden intensity, and messily too as I squirted helplessly. “Enough!” I begged her, but she ignored me and forced me to climax three more times before relenting. Aiming her cock at my chest, she directed stream after stream of pearly white cum at my belly and breasts, some splashing across my face, until I was almost covered in the stuff.

Letting go of my leg, she crawled over me, and bent to kiss me. “Would you like me to lick you clean?”

“No,” I said, blissfully happy. “Just roll me over and fuck me until your batteries run out.”

And that’s exactly what she did.

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AT GRANDMA’S

I had never thought about my grandparents having sex, though obviously they do. I was visiting with my twin brother Jack, and Grandma asked if we wanted to use their sex room, so we said OK.

What a surprise! It was so retro! Almost everything was manual! And so limited! Even the ejaculator only had basic spunk – they didn’t even have chocolate flavour! Grandma said she didn’t do that that much cock sucking and the flavour didn’t matter in her cunt and ass. In fact, she often fucked without activating ejaculation at all.

“It’s mainly for your Grandad,” she said. “He loves swallowing spunk. It reminds him of his young days. He’s never happier than with a cock coming in his arse and another in his mouth.” (She still says arse! It’s like mediaeval!) “He can swallow semen till the cows come home, but it has to be the real flavour.” (I don’t know what it means when the cows come home – it’s just one of those things old people say. I did see a cow once, on a school trip to the zoo, but I forget what they are for.)

“Hark at her!” said Grandad. (Hark means listen. I think it might be Latin.) “Sitting there half the day watching nature films with a cock on slow fuck!”

“It’s very soothing,” she retorted. “We used to get a lot of birds in the garden when I was a girl, and you don’t seem to see them now, so I like these films. And a bit of gentle fucking is just right. You young people seem to think sex is all about getting to an orgasm fast, same as you bolt your food, and won’t watch videos longer than ten minutes. Me and Grandad have learned to enjoy taking our time.”

Actually Jack and I tried the basic spunk and thought it made a nice change from all the fancy flavours. We had both forgotten how basic piss tastes as well (no other flavour there of course), and thought we might use it occasionally at home. Perhaps we spend too much time tweaking preferences and recipes.

Obviously the chair was set to Grandma and Grandad’s shape and preferences. They had to get the manual to set it up for us, as they had forgotten how, but it was pretty comfortable in the five basic sex positions I liked.

There were no fully configurable units that automatically shaped themselves. Instead there was a row of mouths, a row of boobs, a row of cunts, a row of cocks and row of asses, all in a range of sizes. You had to choose one and actually pull it out yourself (!) on a flexible stalk and apply it to your body, where it would make small adjustments to keep in contact and use the mode you had set: depth of thrust and speed for example.

Grandma showed us how she used it with escort bayan güngören a cock in her cunt, ass and mouth. Of course, she was really skilled with the remote control, and I have to say she orgasmed very elegantly. She may be old, but she still has style!

The cocks expanded hydraulically rather well, but were in fixed sizes, and there was not even an adjustment for veininess. Jack likes them smooth but I like them really veiny. We just had to accept something in the middle, like in the olden days. Grandma said they were the standard set which was supplied, but each could be replaced and you could buy different shapes and textures. She had considered getting donkey and wolf but had never got round to it.

We both tried the cocks of course, but I didn’t have my synthcock with me, so couldn’t try the cunts and asses except with fingers: they seemed OK. Jack said for fixed configurations they were quite good, and he quite liked the pulsed suction feature on the asses. It wasn’t as smooth as you get today, quite mechanical but good for a change. He thought someone should try to simulate it on today’s models. He also liked the manual adjustment for sphincter tightness. Grandad said he liked to just put his cock in an arse (yes, arse) and not move at all while it sucked and he was getting thoroughly buggered and swallowing spunk. Grandma said he was sometimes there for an hour at a time, and she was glad to see him so happy. Of course he takes a prostate enhancer to give him stamina – they’re not that retro! I guess if you have just what you want, you don’t need all the options and variety. We never have sex the same way twice. Perhaps we should.

Grandma said they never used the cunts, but had them for visitors. Grandad fucked each of them every two months to keep them in good condition. Jack smiled, and asked to see the manual again. He then showed them how to use the self-fucking feature. All the cocks came up and synchronously fucked all of the cunts. The cunts were of course each matched to the cock below. It looked rather good, and I thought we should program something like that at home just for fun. The modern units don’t need it, of course. Jack set things up so that the asses Grandad did not use would also be self-fucked.

Jack said the mouths with their fixed speed tongues were actually all right for his cock. Unfortunately, Grandma had never bought the cunnilingus extension so they didn’t do much for my pussy. However they were rather good on my nipples.

You could see which of the boobs were most used as escort ukraynalı the areolas were worn off. The nipples only dispensed water, since they had not replaced the milk concentrate for years. The boobs themselves were pretty good, with fair temperature setting, and each had a range of hydraulic expansion presumably the same mechanism as the cocks. However they all had the same wobble factor, which was fixed, but OK. Nice, but nothing like the range you expect today. I think people would get bored having the same tits all the time.

The odours were just a basic 8-bit palette of male, female and ass, all human, with 4 levels of pheromone. Grandad said he could hardly tell the difference between the levels and had not bothered with upgrades. They might have bought a couple of animals, but you had to buy a complete collection which wasn’t worth it. The asses were set to just puff air.

It was sort of interesting but I am glad I didn’t live in the olden days. Grandma told me they actually had real sex when they were young and it was absolute rubbish. The RealSex evangelists are complete idiots, she says. Apparently men were lucky to get one orgasm a day and women one a week! Can you imagine? I’d rather not.

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SBOX

The only trouble with the SBOX is it is so good. You can tweak so much that people spend ages trying to get the perfect experience and forget to have sex! Me and my brother Jack like to make programs for each other. Sometimes we borrow from friends and hack them to our individual preferences. I think variety is better than looking for perfection, and it is exciting when you don’t know what is coming up.

I loaded the latest program from Jack and the chair adjusted to a reclining position, so I got on and waited till the temperature and whatnot had adjusted so that I couldn’t feel it, and said start. It all went dim. Some people like the full visual mode, but I find it distracting. I often have my eyes closed anyway.

He knows I like the default ass cleaning, so I relaxed as a stainless steel probe entered and cleaned and lubricated me. It is so comfortably familiar feeling the gentle movements and washing inside, but gives anticipation, so it is a little pleasure in itself.

A soft pink cock and balls came out of the darkness and started nudging my cheek, like a cat wanting to be stroked. It was cute how it was pushing towards my lips so I opened and let it in. A gentle stream of piss came out, with a flavour of asparagus. Very funny, Jack! Then it started swelling and moving suggestively escort bayan merter till I started to suck it. Meanwhile a tongue started to lick my asshole, going up and down.

As Jack knows, I don’t like sucking cock as much he does, so it started to jerk and pulse quite soon, dropping some spunk on my tongue. I was expecting chocolate, but it was a very nice strawberry and lemon. Thanks Jack!

A boob plopped into my open left hand. Medium size, just a nice weight. I moved my hands together in front of me and the other boob plopped into my right hand. I moved my hands round so that I was feeling the virtual woman from the front, and told the boobs to stay before taking my hands away.

Meanwhile the tongue was probing my ass, and another tongue started to lick my pussy. A dog’s tongue – the best! The cock in my mouth withdrew, wiped itself cheekily on my chin and went away. A smooth black pussy came towards my face invitingly, but I didn’t fancy it just at that moment, so told it ‘later’. The tongue in my ass was now a finger, probing nicely and slowly swelling and extending.

The dog’s tongue was exploring my pussy in the nicest way and I could feel my first orgasm building. A finger entered my cunt and started tapping on my G-spot which did the trick and I enjoyed coming, hoping that it was recording well.

I reached up and the boobs were waiting for me to fondle. Always nice.

Now the finger was a cock pushing in my cunt. I thought it was a thin one at first, but it was tapered, and fully thick enough at the root. It was moving in and out nicely when the pussy came to my face again. I kissed it once and rejected it, so it went away. Meanwhile the finger in my ass had become a nice veiny cock, thrusting alternately with the one in my cunt and I entered that lovely pre-orgasmic condition.

Then the cock in my cunt started to swell until there was a big bulge preventing it from coming out, just like a dog’s! It was still thrusting as it began to come, and I knew it would keep on coming for a long time as I relaxed into another glorious orgasm. With the cocks in my ass and cunt thrusting and the tongue licking my pussy, I went into a stream of orgasms.

My pleasure was intense, but I still had enough attention to appreciate all the ways in which I was getting it. The cock in my cunt was both thrusting and pulsing with spunk, and my clit was getting just enough indirect stimulation to be perfect without getting touched too much where I was most sensitive. The cock in my ass rammed steadily home in perfect harmony with the smaller jerks of the one locked inside my cunt.

At just about the right time, the cock in my cunt started to deflate, the tongue moved to friendly gentle licking around my pussy and the cock in my ass gave a celebratory ejaculation, before withdrawing.

Dripping with spunk, I stretched and luxuriated in the afterglow. Well done, Jack. I hope you like my program as much as I liked yours.

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