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Having made hubby into a cuckold, and even made him lick my lover’s warm cum out of my vagina, I decided to push him a little further. He obviously had accepted that I was having sex with other men, but, there is a big difference with me doing it out of his sight, and me doing it in front of him, so, I decided to invite my new lover over for dinner on Saturday evening. I already knew that his wife was going away for the weekend, so it was a perfect opportunity, and he really is fantastic in bed.

On Friday evening I announced to hubby that we would be entertaining a special guest to dinner on Saturday night, that the guest would be staying over, so hubby would have to move out to the guest bedroom. I think at this point the penny began to drop, so I confirmed that the guest would be my new lover Paul, and that he is such a fantastic lover that hubby should be thrilled to meet him and that I expected a very positive attitude from hubby, plus a great deal of effort to make my new lover’s stay very comfortable and pleasant.

I also made clear that I expected a spotless house, fantastic food all weekend, and an attitude from hubby that would make it clear to my lover how thrilled hubby is to have this wonderful man in our house fucking his wife.

What a face he put on! He actually started to cry and told me that he didn’t think he could do it. I slapped his face as hard as I possibly could and told him that if he baulked at this task he would be locked up for a month and would suffer the worst punishments he’d ever received, repeatedly over that month.

With that ultimatum on the table, hubby reluctantly backed down and said he would do his best. Once past that initial hurdle, the planning went fairly smoothly. We discussed the menu for the weekend, wrote a shopping list for Saturday morning, and finally I told hubby that he must wear his boxers all weekend in the house, and nothing else, he must call Paul (my lover) ‘Sir’ at all times, and that he should call me ‘Mistress’. I added that he must always call me ‘Mistress’ from now on, except when we have company that it would be inappropriate for, and that all my lovers should always be addressed as ‘Sir’.

Once that was all sorted hubby had a lot to get on with, so I relaxed and watched a movie while he frantically cleaned the house. As usual I kept interrupting him, making him run downstairs to get me a drink, pass me the remote and so on. On one of these interruptions I told him that I’d forgotten to mention, following his silly tantrum, that on Sunday evening, after Paul had gone, I would critique hubby’s weekend, as to quality of food and service, attitude, cleanliness of house etc, and decide whether or not he had earned a release of some sort.

Saturday morning I spurned hubby’s attempt to lick me to orgasm, telling him I wanted to remain horny for my lover, and, not wanting to spend my day watching hubby work, I took myself shopping. While hubby was wearing himself out cleaning, shopping and so on, I chose clothes to turn my lover on. A new pleated skirt, a rather daring top, and a very sexy thong and bra set. I couldn’t wait to feel Paul’s hands on those panties!

When I got home, hubby was just finishing off the cleaning. He looked so sweet in his boxers, and I kept getting a peek of his cage, which pleased me, as I wanted Paul to see it. It would definitely be a subject for discussion, and I wanted to let Paul discuss with me how often hubby should get artvin escort a release, as that would really be a mind fuck for hubby. Be careful what you wish for eh?

With hubby starting dinner preparations, I had a lovely hot soak in the bath, and played with my clit and my nipples, all slippery from the bath oil. I held back from actually cumming as I wanted to be horny for Paul. I got out of the bath and called for hubby to come and towel me dry and then asked him to help me choose what to wear. It must have driven him mad choosing clothes to tempt my lover, and knowing he was getting no relief for a while.

Eventually I was ready, hubby said he was all set, and the door bell rang.

With my lover at the door, and hubby wearing only a thin pair of boxers over his plastic chastity cage, I was as nervous as a little schoolgirl on her first date. Hubby was a lot more nervous than I was, preparing to open the door to his wife’s lover, to be humiliated in front of another man, and he must have been worried about what further cruelties his inventive wife would think of.

I whacked hubby on his cute arse and pushed him towards the door. He opened it very tentatively, and moved aside to let Paul inside. My lover looked gorgeous in tight jeans and a smart shirt, and he was holding flowers, which I took from him and gave to hubby, telling him to put them in a vase, and he was also carrying a very nice bottle of champagne, Moet, my favourite. I took the champagne and gave him a very long passionate kiss. Hubby arrived back with the flowers in a vase, and I heard a slight intake of breath as he saw us kissing. It’s one thing to know your wife has a lover, but quite another to see her kissing him, and I was sure I was pushing hubby’s limits.

I gave hubby the champagne without leaving Paul’s strong embrace, and then went back to the kissing. This time hubby stayed in the kitchen, obviously not wanting to watch me with my lover any more than he had to. That wasn’t the way I wanted things, so I called him back, and eager to start the humiliation, I told him off, telling him that he must be on hand all the time to serve our needs. He looked down at the floor and said a mumbled apology, but that wasn’t good enough for me, so I made him get on his knees, look up at Paul, and apologise to him, referring to Paul as ‘Sir’.

Once on his feet I asked Paul whether he wanted to see hubby’s chastity cage, which he did, so then I instructed my poor husband to ‘lose the boxers’, which he did, and stood naked in the middle of the room, going red as a beetroot with embarrassment. Paul called him a poor bastard, and laughed. I suggested that hubby should stay naked for the rest of Paul’s stay, and Paul concurred, then I sent hubby to get glasses and pour the champagne, while I pulled Paul onto the sofa, and began kissing him even more passionately, and rubbing his large cock through his trousers. Paul was getting turned on and started running his hand up the inside of my bare leg, so that he had just started touching my panties when hubby got back with two glasses of champagne. He groaned a little so I lifted my dress up high and asked Paul if he liked the underwear my husband had chosen and bought for me. He said that he loved them, and I suggested to hubby that he should be pleased with himself for presenting me so nicely attired for my lover. He didn’t seem so sure.

I sent my husband aydın escort off to dish up the starters while my lover and I drank our champagne. It only took a few minutes to dish up, so we moved to the table, where I saw something that made me smile to myself. Hubby had set himself a place. I called him an idiot, and told him to clear his place away, and that his role is to wait at table as our servant, and if there are any leftovers, he can eat them in the kitchen when we’ve gone to bed. I added that if he did anything else that stupid I would get Paul to give him a good thrashing, which made Paul smile, but not hubby. With that confusion over we ate the excellent starters hubby had prepared, instructed him to clear away and bring the main course, which he did with alacrity and deference. The main course was also excellent, and I kept hubby on his toes, clicking my fingers and giving instructions. When he wasn’t serving I had him stand in the corner with his back to us. We finished with some cheese, then coffee and liqueurs. Al very nice, so nice in fact, that we ate the lot, even though hubby thought he’d made enough for three.

Paul wanted to know all about hubby’s situation, how often he got to cum, whether he was beaten, how he felt about seeing his wife with another man. I encouraged him to answer the questions honestly, and I could see him squirming at being put in this situation. Paul asked him more about the punishments, and I got the sense that he found this conversation both amusing and arousing, while hubby found it painfully embarrassing. I thought I would twist the knife a bit and suggested to Paul that he administer a punishment. He jumped at the chance, so I sent hubby to fetch the Beech Cane, and when he returned I told him to hand the cane to Paul and to ask for his much deserved punishment. He did this but forgot to call Paul ‘sir’, so there was some more punishment to be added.

Paul wasn’t very sure what he was doing and had no idea how many strokes were appropriate, so I suggested a little game. Both Paul and hubby had to write on a piece of paper what tariff they thought appropriate. If hubby’s is higher, that’s what he gets, but if Paul’s is higher, he’ll get Paul’s figure plus his own. That gave hubby an incentive to aim for a fairly high figure. When I looked at the papers, Paul had put 12 strokes (how sweet), and hubby had put 30, which was better, but still a bit low, so I brought up the missed ‘sir’ and added another 10.

So, we got hubby bent forward over the table, secured his legs and arms, and put a ball gag in his mouth, so he didn’t get the neighbours running round. Well, as soon as Paul took his first swing I realised that I’d forgotten something. Even a hesitant swing of the cane by Paul would always be stronger than anything I could deliver, and Paul wasn’t hesitant. He put all his power into the stroke, and hubby nearly went through the roof, yelling through his gag and struggling to get free. I commented on the fact that there were another 39 strokes to come. Paul asked whether he should ease up a bit, but I was firm that he should hit hubby as hard as he could.

At the end of the 40 strokes hubby was crying loudly, and begging continuously, but I couldn’t have been happier, or hornier, so we left hubby tied to the table and went to bed for some fabulous sex. Paul was very sweet and after about an hour of passion and two orgasms balıkesir escort for me, and one for him, he went down to release my poor husband. I called after him to ‘put hubby out in the garden for the night’. The idea of my husband sleeping on the lawn, naked and with an arse covered in vicious welts got me so horny I ravaged Paul for at least another hour and came twice more. What a great start to the weekend.

Sunday morning Paul and I woke fairly late, about 9:30am, and I immediately sent him down to let hubby in from the garden, and to instruct hubby to bring coffee up, plus a pen and paper so he can take down our breakfast order. While we waited for the coffee I started to give Paul a slow gentle blow job, which is something I’ve never done for hubby, so I knew it would upset him when he walked in with the coffee. I wasn’t disappointed, as I heard a sharp intake of breath and a sort of groan, and, as I looked up from my task, I saw hubby heading for the door, still carrying the cups. I shouted for him to come back and bring the coffee as he’d been told. I continued to stroke Paul’s cock as hubby put the cups down, but hubby had averted his gaze, so I reached over and grabbed him by the balls with my other hand and pulled him towards me. Squeezing hard, I told him off for being so negative about my beautiful lover, and told hubby that he must look at Paul’s beautiful cock and thank him for fucking me so well, which hubby isn’t allowed to do. I further asked hubby if he thought Paul’s cock was beautiful, and he agreed, so I asked him whether he would like to suck Paul off instead of me, to which he almost cried, pleading with me not to make him do that. Paul started to object as well, so I told him to shut up!

Letting them both off the hook, for now anyway, I told Paul to fuck me, and told hubby to stay and watch for a while. I stared into hubby’s eyes as Paul started to really pump himself in and out of me, and seeing hubby’s anguish really turned me on, so I let him stay standing there, watching, as I got more and more excited. In no time both Paul and I were rushing towards a fantastic morning climax. We both came together which was amazing, and watching hubby biting his lip in anguish, made my contractions go on for ages. Finally Paul rolled off me and lay on his back with his magnificent cock still at full mast. I beckoned hubby over with my finger, and instructed him to use his mouth to clean my lover’s cock. They both started to object, but I silenced them both instantly. I explained to hubby that he’d already earned a serious punishment for his insubordination, and told Paul that if he didn’t want to be punished as well, he would do as he was told.

Watching hubby licking and sucking Paul’s cock clean was one of the most erotic things I’ve ever watched, and I’ll remember it for a long time. As it continued, I could see that Paul was starting to get turned on again, so I grabbed hubby’s balls again, and told him very clearly that he mustn’t stop without permission, and then started to stroke Paul’s balls, and nibble his ear, and then started to kiss his mouth, so he couldn’t see hubby and could therefore forget that he was being sucked off by another man. My strategy worked, and soon Paul was heading for another climax, so just when he reached the point of no return, I pulled back so he could see hubby looking at him, and held hubby’s head down on Paul’s cock and told him to swallow every drop.

I made hubby thank Paul for letting him swallow his cum, then despatched Paul to shower, and made hubby put his head back on the stool so I could sit on his face and pee into his open mouth, after which I had him lick me to an orgasm as well. He had quite a lot of Paul’s cum in him by that time, which was an idea I loved.

What a great start to a Sunday!

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His large hand traced her cheek, wiping away her swollen tears with his thumb. Her hair was disheveled, a long brown fury of tangled strands. Nakedness felt good against his clothes, the way it scratched against her nipples when they wrestled or how it pressed against her sore bottom when she sat on his lap to talk.

Yet, earlier today, through all of her happiness all she wanted this morning when she crawled out of bed was to take a razor against her arm. She found him in the kitchen contemplating a cup of coffee, trying to remember how much sugar she liked in it.

“Hey baby.” he whispered in her ear softly as he ran his hands along her curves.

“Sir?” her voice trembled while her eyes stared at the floor. He looked down at her softly then picked up her chin with his hand. His lips kissed hers passionately. He had missed her all morning. He then kissed her nose, something that usually made her giggle and yelp yet today she simply glared at him. He stared into her eyes solemnly

“Yes puppy?”

“May I please cut Sir… please?” She looked up into his eyes, “I haven’t done it in a really long time…I just need to. I want to and I have for a long time. Please Sir?”

He stared at her softly in surprise. “Awww, puppy.” His hand reached out and stroked her cheek, “You know you can’t.” he smiled at her. “Do you want to play ball puppy?”

She shook her head, “No Sir, May I just go back to bed.”

“Go get your ball puppy, or better yet, you can go stand in the corner.” His voice became stern.

“But Sir… Can I just play ball. I don’t wanna. Please?” Her voice whined.

“You are acting like a child. Go to the corner now young lady.” He scolded her.

She glared at him with a scowl on her face. He raised his eyebrow at her. She turned and walked heavily to the corner.

“Nose against the wall puppy. This is a punishment, not a tantrum.” He chided. She sighed then pressed her nose into the corner. She hated things touching her nose, a quirk of hers, and he knew it.

He walked to the box of doggie toys in the den and grabbed her favorite squeaky ball. He sat down at his computer to listen to music. He randomly squeaked the ball, making her flinch. An hour later he moved restlessly to his recliner to flip through channels. His cock strained against his shorts. He stared over at his sub. She stood completely still, nose still pressed against the wall, tears falling down her cheeks to occasional quieted sniffles, she held her wrist together at the small of her back. He squeaked the ball and still she did not move. Maybe she had learned?

“Puppy.” She remained still. “Come here puppy.” She turned quietly then knelt before him on the floor. He ran his fingers through her hair. Hr patted his lap twice, “Come sit on my lap puppy. “

“Please Sir, with respect, I’d rather not.” She bowed her head and stared down to the floor.

“Puppy I think we need to talk. You may go sit on the sofa if you would like.”

She stared up at him, “No Sir, I am fine here.”

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“Puppy.” he cooed at her.

“Yes-Sir?” came as a brittle reply from her pink lips. Her tears fell against his chest as she stared down to the oak floor.

His voice hardened, “Puppy, look at me.” Her eyes found his. “Puppy I am not mad at you, but you need to tell me why you are crying.” She stared back at the floor in shame. “Puppy!” She whimpered, cowering at the anger in his voice. “Look at me girl.”

She began to shake as she looked up into his eyes again. Fear burned in the green sparkles of her eyes. She was falling back into her old habits. She fell back asleep silently.

“Puppy why are you so sad kırklareli escort today?” He sighed then stared at the silver clock on his dark red wall. What more could he do for her? She had cried at his feet until he scooped her up into his lap against her will. He rocked her until she had fallen asleep. What more could he do? Even if the tears would stop he would never let her cut again. She was afraid to loose the one bit of sanity left in her life, and he did not want to loose another person that be cared for. She thought nothing of herself and occasionally let him know it. It resulted in what their relationship called a fight. He sighed again then ran his fingers through her hair, trying to tame it slightly. He leaned over and kissed her forehead softly in an almost fatherly manner.

She began to whimper softly and nuzzle her cheek against his chest. As consciousness overtook her she tried to move from his lap. Not because she loathed it, but because she knew she did not deserve it’s warmth. His arms tightened around her as if he could read her thoughts. She yawned softly.

“Hold up your arms for me puppy.”

She looked up at him with a pained expression. She held her hands wrist up to show him the milky white flesh. He grabbed her wrist in one hand then ran his fingers over her inner forearm. She shivered and twitched.

“Aw, does that feel good puppy?” she whimpered softly, “Would you like me to cut you puppy? Feel the razor splitting your skin?” she tried to pull her wrist from his. “Maybe you would like it if I cut you arm… right here.” he traced an old scar on are arm. “Would you like that puppy?”

“No Sir, please, I’m sorry.” tears fell down her cheeks.

“Are you sure puppy?”

“Yes Sir. Please I’m sorry. I don’t mean to upset you. But I always upset you …” her voice trailed off.

His thumb wiped away her tears. “Puppy you know that I care for you. Just because you fail to behave does not mean that I no longer want you. I know you have issues you fruitcake.” He stuck his tongue out at her. “I like my silly puppy. I like to spank her, and make her behave. But I also like my sad puppy. You have to take the good with the bad baby.” He kissed her softly. I am here for you puppy. Especially when you mess up because who else is going to spank you for being a bad girl?” He looked down at her flushed face with a devilish grin. He chuckled at her, “Aw. Poor puppy. Why are you wiggling all over my lap now puppy? Is my little puppy wet?”

“Y…Yea…Yes Sir” she stuttered out in embarrassment. He pinched her ass playfully making her yelp. She stared up at him with a slight pout on her face.

“Poor little puppy. Do I need to put some duck tape over your cunt puppy? Hmm? I don’t want to get my pants all wet during your spanking.” She stared up at him with her mouth agape. “If you keep holding your mouth open I might need to tape it shut for you.” She closed her lips. He chuckled.

“Go get the tape off the dresser puppy.” He popped her ass playfully as she shakily stood to retrieve the tape.

Her hands grasped the tape slowly, her fingers felt the smoothness of it. She walked back to him with her arms outstretched, holding the tape as far away as she possibly could. If she simply felt the stickiness of the tape against her skin she knew she would cum.

“Good puppy.” He said as he took the tape from her slightly unwilling hands. He tore a piece of the black tape off and placed it firmly over her lips as if it was as normal as a kiss. She moaned as the stickiness formed to her lips.

“Lay down on the floor.” She laid on the cold floor with her legs pressed firmly afyon escort together. “Open your legs puppy.” She bent her knees and pressed her feet to the floor, holding her legs about a foot apart. He moved from his recliner to kneel between her legs. “Wider…Wider…Wider. That’s it girl.”

His hand raked across the skin on her inner thighs, over faded the razor-blade scars. He kissed her leg gently at her knee then progressed into vicious bites on the pale skin of her mid thigh. Her body wriggled and bucked in response. Her hands had formed tight little fist due to the feelings coursing through her body and the anger she felt of having his lips so close to her pussy. She hated him there. It just was not his place. She looked down at him, whimpering softly, pleading with her eyes for him to relocate.

He laughed at her protest. He slid up her body causing a moan to tape her hands together above her head. He kissed her lips softly, her cheek, her ear. His hot breath tickled her ear as he whispered, “What a good punishment. Don’t you think so puppy?” She viciously shook her head no. “But why not puppy? Did you really believe that I would let you be a bad girl and let it slide?”

Although her hands were taped he held them down with one of his as he twisted her right nipple. His lips kissed the tape on hers roughly, making her wish the tape away. He kissed down her body softly, stopping to nip her nipples and other areas that only he knew.

“Should I kiss your pussy? I bet you will love it” She could feel his breath against her. She squirmed uncomfortably. “Stay still puppy.” His fingers separated her lips to reveal her soaking pussy and hard clit. He stared at her cunt for some time, it was the first time he had ever really looked at her pussy so closely. He moves his lips closer to her clit and blew cool air onto it. She focused all of her energy on staying still. His tongue, as if her was virgin to this game, flicked against her clit roughly. His lips then circled around her clit to suck softly. She did not moan, as he expected, until he bit her clit lightly. He chuckled to himself as he bit down harder and grinded her clit between his teeth. She screamed through the tape. His teeth let go of her clit as he spoke to her, “Poor puppy. Did that hurt?” He smiled the sinister grin that she had come to know so well. His fingers traced small patterns on her lips until her breathing calmed slightly. “You are free to cum whenever you like puppy.” He looked up at her, she glared down at him. He pinched her clit as he stared into her eyes. She shook her head whimpering as she neared release. “Puppy you are going to cum. In fact, you will cum when I next bite you.”

She whimpered through her gag, begging him to let her complete this ordeal with out proven pleasure. He kissed, licked, and nibbled at her pussy, he made her twist away and lean closer to his lips, he set his teeth around her swollen clit and bit down roughly, her body shook with orgasm.

Before she caught her breath or uncurled her toes she heard him tear off another piece of tape. He placed the tape expertly along her lips. He patted her taped pussy, “Ready for your spanking puppy?” She looked at him in a mixture of fear and lust. “Oh! I almost forgot.” He tore off two new pieces of tape and taped down her breast tightly. She moaned out pathetically as her clit throbbed. He kissed each of her taped breast and lips softly.

“You are such a silly puppy. All taped up. Tape against your lips.” His fingers traced along her lips as he spoke. “Tape all over your little breast.” he pinched her nipples through the tape. “And a swollen wet pussy all taped up.” amasya escort He ran his fingers over the tape on her cunt. “Such a wet…taped little puppy… I bet the tape on that cunt of yours is going to fall off. Duck tape doesn’t stick if it gets to wet ya’ know.” His hand slapped her cunt softly. “Such a naughty puppy today.” He slapped her cunt again with more force. “A…Bad…Bad…Nau-ght-y…pup-py…” His hand spanked her cunt with each syllable he spoke. “A..Tape-ed…Up…Nau-ght-y…Lit-tle… Pup-py…” The spanks grew harder still until each smack caused her to scream out.

Her breath was coming in short gasps through her nose, her hips pushed up towards him begging for more. His hand stuck her cunt with a harder force than before, “Cum…Pup…py.” She screamed as her body convulsed in orgasm. His hand continued to rain down on her cunt to elongate her orgasm.

He held himself over her as she regained her breath. He kissed her lips softly and whispered southing reassurances in her ear. “I know you are tired baby, but I know my puppy can take more.” her eyes looked at him in a dazed confusion. He moved back between her legs and grabbed the leather flogger that until now she had yet to notice.

He started softly from her breast to her knees, each thwack caused a soft moan deep in her throat. He slowly increased the force behind the flogger to make her dance about. He stopped briefly to peel the tape from her mouth so her could hear her screams.

The flogging resumed with harder smacks against her skin. Soon the focus of the tails was her taped cunt. Each time the flogger would strike her he received a yelp, and each time it stuck her cunt he received a scream. Sill harder the flogging became as every other thwack landed on her swollen lips.

He hit her cunt roughly, “Cum.” She screamed out in pleasure and pain as her body tensed with orgasm. As her body began to soften she struck her again, “Cum.” The process continued. Thwack, “Cum.” Thwack. “Cum.” Thwack, “Cum!”

Her body was covered in a sheen of sweat. Her eyes were glazed with the look of submission. And now her body laid limp and she moaned softly when he touched her.

He held himself above her body and kissed her gently. “My beautiful little puppy. Such a good girl.” he whispered in her ear.

“Will you fuck me please Sir?” was her soft reply.

His response was silent as he pulled away the tape from her cunt that was beginning to fall off. He held her hands together in one of his own against the floor. He thrust into her softly. Moving his cock deep into her womb at a slow pace.

She whimpered, cumming every time he moved a certain way. She was gone. “Sir?”

“Yes puppy?”

“Please just fuck me?” She smiled at him softly.

“I think I will fuck you how I wish to girl.” he said as he thrust deep into her. He continued to alternate between hard and soft thrust. Changing at almost every stroke as he pinned her to the floor.

She began to whimper and beg, “Sir please… I can’t cum anymore… Sir please cum…Please Sir.”

His hand moved to rest at her throat softly as he thrust into her roughly he tightened his grip. Her body shook with an orgasm more powerful than any she had experienced today.

” I tell you when you are done girl.” She whimpered louder.

He began to thrust into her roughly. Pushing himself deep into her womb. “Cum for me puppy.” They came together. He laid to the side of her and pulled her close against him. She curled against him and kissed him softly and nuzzled her cheek against him. Quiet moments lasted until she fell asleep.

“Time for a bath puppy. Then off to bed with you.” He said as he pulled her off the floor. They took a silent shower, washing each other in the warm water. She stepped out of the shower to grab his towel and dry him, then herself. They walked to his bed together, him leading the way (he always led the way) and curled up beneath the blankets. She snuggled against his body, still slightly in subspace, and felt complete peace.

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Chapter Two

It was actually an hour and twenty minutes when the phone rang again. The other three women did the same thing. It was a statement of their independence. By disobeying just a tiny bit, they still retained some control over the situation they found themselves in when it was time to make the return call. Reina did that too, the first couple of times I told her to call me at a certain time. It’s natural. I understand it. The punishment is still the same.

“Hi. This is Karen Kelly. I thought very deeply about what you said and, if you will accept me, I want to continue with what has been started. No….. I need to continue with what I have chosen to start with you. I hhhave to continue with what I have started with you.”

Her voice was extremely shaky and quivering, and then she began to openly cry. I let her cry without any interference. The crying turned to deep sobbing moans and then slowly began to subside until she was finished.

“I’m sorry Sir. I didn’t want to do that with you on the phone. I just felt a million pounds lift up off of my shoulders and I just lost it. That is the first time I have cried in several years. I’m so embarrassed.”

“There is absolutely no need to feel embarrassed Karen Kelly. That was positive proof of your sincerity and you have my permission to cry any time you feel the need to release your emotions. Are you ready to continue now or do you need some more time?”

“Please let me continue Sir. If I stop now I may never get started again.”

“I will accept that. I think you have more inner strength that you realize. Are you ready for the questions?”

“Yes Sir. I am.”

“You have called me ‘Sir’ several times now. Why?”

“I am looking up to you as someone who might be helping me find something that I really do need to find for my life to grow any further. Saying ‘Sir’ to anyone is not natural to me. Saying it to you seems to be quite easy. Please don’t ask me to explain that because I probably can’t at the moment.”

“Do you like to masturbate?”

“I love to masturbate.”

Are you still naked?

“Yes I am.”

“Are you willing to obey whatever I tell you to do no matter what it is that you will be doing?”

“Yes I am.”

“Do you want to obey me without question or hesitation?”

“Most definitely.”

“Are you afraid of me or what I may have you do or do to you?”

“Very much so”

“Are you willing to make a commitment to participating in and experiencing the many areas of submission that I will require of you?”

“Yes I am Sir.”

“Do you need to experience total submission?”

“Yes I do. I don’t think I will ever find happiness and fulfillment until I deal with all of these desires and fantasies that have been soooo overwhelming my thoughts for the last few years. I I at least need to come face to face with them and then be able to chose what I want or need when I understand what they are.”

“Is this what you want deep down in your heart and soul?”

“Yes Sir, it is.”

“When you look out your living room window, what do you see?”

“My apartment overlooks a park across the street.”

“Hold the phone in your right hand, stand in front of the window, spread your legs wide apart, and begin masturbating your pussy with your left hand.”

This will be her first confrontation with what I call the ‘committee of 12’ that is inside if every person’s head. That voice that is always trying to tell you what is right and wrong according to its distorted version of reality. The voice that always seems to get you into more trouble then out of it. The voice that tells a sober alcoholic that one drink won’t hurt them at all and not to worry about it.

I heard an intake of her breath and, after a few seconds of silence, a long exhale of air that had the sound of “Yes Sir” in it.

“I am standing in front of my window and I am fingering my pussy.”

“Are you petrified with fear and scared out of your wits that someone you know will see you?”

“Absolutely. I’m scared to death that anyone might see me!”

“Are your nipples hard and is your pussy wet with excitement?”

“I have long nipples and they are standing up at full mast. And yes, my pussy is very very kastamonu escort wet at the moment.”

“Do you understand that you are doing this to please me and because I told you to do so?”

“Yes Sir. I do”

“Do you want to continue standing there for another two minutes while you finger fuck your pussy?”

“Yes Sir. I actually do want to do that. I’m surprised at myself. Really surprised.”

“I want you to stop right now. Close the curtains. Put a simple straight backed chair in the middle of the living room facing the front window. Spread your legs wide open with your ass on the front edge of the chair and put two fingers back inside of you. Do not move your fingers or your hand at all.”

“Yes Sir.” I hear her shuffling about again and then she says, “I am as you ordered Sir.”

“Lesson number one in learning submission. You obeyed me and stood in front of the window to please me. I stopped you when you told me that it was exciting you to be fingering your pussy in front of the open window. You sat on the chair and put two fingers inside of you to obey me. Obeying me is pleasing me. I told you to not move your fingers or hand because that would please you. The object of submission is not your pleasure. It is only to please me. If I were there watching you do this, it might please me to be watching you masturbate. Since I am not, your pleasure is of absolutely no consequence at this time. Do you understand what I have just told you?”

“Yes, I do understand.”

“Yes what, I do understand.”

‘Yes Sir, I do understand.

“Learning submission involves pain, punishment, humiliation, embarrassment, fear, obedience, faith, trust, love, fulfillment and commitment without question. Do you honestly accept this at this time?”

“I fully accept whatever is necessary. Whether or not I can successfully deal with everything you have mentioned will only be known by making the attempt.”

“Do you trust me?”

“I don’t know yet Sir.”

“If I told you to stand at the entrance of your local grocery store, strip naked, and masturbate for 2 minutes, would you do so?”

“If you told me to do that I would make the attempt. I don’t really know at this time if I could or not. I can tell you that I want to do that if you want me to. I’m not very confident that I would be very successful with that command. I don’t believe that you would have me do anything that would bring me harm but I don’t really know you and my trust in you has not had any time to develop. I don’t know what the future will bring.”

“That is a very good answer little one.”

“Thank you Sir.”

“If I told you right now to take a needle and pierce your left nipple, would you do it?”

“If that is what you want me to do right now, I will do it for you?”

“Karen Kelly, your answers have told me a great deal about you. I have this inner instinct that tells me that you have been honest with me and that is extremely important. You must always be honest with me. I have decided to invite you to my home for a day. Will you accept that offer?”

“I will gladly accept that offer Sir. I’m scared to death of doing that but I am also so happy that you have decided to accept me.”

“I haven’t accepted you yet Karen Kelly. I have only approved your responses during this first major step in your life. My acceptance of you will be much easier than your acceptance of all that will be required of you in the future. Reina will bring you out here on Saturday. That will give you several days to think about what you have told me and what you have chosen to do. You can call her at any time and cancel. You can call me at any time, also to cancel, or to ask me any questions you may have that come to mind in the next few days. You may call at 6:00 on any of these days to ask these questions and at no other time.”

“Thank you so much Sir. I don’t know what to say.”

“I don’t want you to say anything. Get a pen and paper and write down what I want you to do every day until Saturday and what I want you to do in preparation of your visit on that day.”

“I’ll be right back.”

She was gone about 30 seconds. I could hear her fumbling with papers near kayseri escort the phone and then she was back.

“I’m back. Go ahead with what you want me to do.”

“Write all of this down in full. If you fail to complete any of the first part you will not be allowed to continue. Tell me if I am speaking too fast for you. I will also email them to you. You do have an email address do you not?”

“Yes Sir. I do.”

“Here are you commands for the week and for your training, should you be accepted. Very few have been accepted in the past so again, I make no promises in your case. It will be entirely up to you and how you respond.”

You will shave your pussy immediately after this phone call ends and you will shave it as often as necessary to keep it completely smooth at all times. Hair remover may work well for you. I’ll leave that up to you. This includes any hair around your asshole too. You will also masturbate for five minutes every hour as I told you earlier for the rest of this evening.

Each night, beginning tomorrow at exactly 8:30 p.m., you will sit on a chair in the middle of your living room and masturbate with your fingers. At exactly 9:00, you will call me and ask me for permission to cum. You will stay on the phone with me until you do cum. I may not allow you to cum at all. I want to hear the sounds of your sexual pleasure but you are not to talk to me during most of this. Just before you cum you will ask again for permission to do so. After you cum, if I allow it, you will say “thank you Sir for allowing me to cum for you”. I may ask you a few questions. When I tell you we are done, you will hang up immediately. You are not to touch yourself at any other time for any reason except to bath. I will ask you. If you do you are to tell me and you will be punished at our meeting on Saturday. If you touch yourself and lie about it to me, you might just as well forget about this adventure you have asked for because you will have destroyed any possibility of finding what it is you are seeking from me. A submissive who lies is absolutely useless,

You are to remain naked at all times while in your apartment.

On Friday, you will go to your local adult store and buy a toy with which you will use to masturbate for me on Saturday. Don’t make it something common like a vibrator. Use your imagination and bring something that shows your ability to go outside of the norm.

Write down three sexual acts that you want to perform for me and one that you want to perform for Reina. The three for me will only involve you but the one for Reina can involve her in the performance if you so chose to do so. Be prepared to act out any one or all of these four performances should I chose for you to do so. This will always remain an option for my personal pleasure.

You will be dressed in a skirt and blouse and will not be wearing panties or bra when you arrive here Saturday. You are to never wear panties or bra in my presence at any time unless I have given you specific permission or instructions to do so.

The only purpose in a submissive’s life is to please her Master. That is the only thought you can have at any time. That is your objective. It will take a lot of training for you to learn that to the point where it becomes automatic. That is to be your only desire and your only need. You are to come to terms with that in some form before Saturday. Any pleasure of any kind that you will experience from this day forth will be at my discretion and at my command. You will experience pleasure only when I want you to experience pleasure and only when I have given you permission to do so.

Prepare yourself to stand in front of me and state all of your needs, desires, and fantasies and to beg me to take control of your sexuality in every way. You will be prepared to ask me to take control of your life in general. I may not require you to do this on Saturday but I will at some point in the near future so you must be prepared, no matter if or when this event should happen.

You will be asked to tell me your deepest desires and fantasies that you have never told anybody about. You will tell them to me in detail. They are to be scenarios that you have always wanted kıbrıs escort to try but have never had the courage or opportunity to participate in or perform. There will be no limit on how many you describe to me but there will be a minimum of three. For each scenario that I find acceptable after the required three, you will be rewarded. I may reject one or more of your first three so be prepared for that. You must understand that there is a big difference between playing at submission and actually dealing with your most deeply guarded secrets that will no longer be secret.

Never forget, in your mind and in your heart, that I will never intentionally allow you to be harmed in any way by another person or by any personal performance that will have repercussions at a later time. Your safety is my vow to you. I will allow you pain. Pain is not harm. Harm is malicious. Pain is not. Pain is what you will become devoted to experiencing as it is one of the most powerful means of expressing your commitment and determination to please me in every way possible. Humiliation will be a common experience. Humiliation and embarrassment are the results of your concentrating on what others are seeing you perform rather than remembering that your only goal is to please me. Submission is pleasure and joy received for being allowed to perform for me and to please me through the act of giving yourself to me. This may take a while to understand. When you do, I want you to tell me instantly, no matter what you are doing at the time. It may never come at all. In this case you may be seeking domination rather than submission. Should this be the case, we will have to adjust your direction. You may not be capable of dealing with either domination or submission. That is totally acceptable. No one can force you to do anything. Never forget that. Anything and everything that you perform or experience as a submissive or as a dominated slave is done so by your choice and your desire and your need. Never forget that for that is the most vitally important aspect of your personal decision to make the call to me today. Love and trust and uninhibited joy can only be achieved through personal commitment. That’s basically true of just about everything in life.

Punishment is for failing to please me or failing in performing what is expected and required of you or failing in your submission in any way. Punishment can come in many forms from pain to humiliation to emotional turmoil. Punishment will also be taught as a means of extreme pleasure and orgasmic release. Deliberate failure of any kind will be met with punishment meant to teach you otherwise and meant to cause you severe but temporary pain as a means of reinforcing the lesson needed to be learned.

Your submission will require you to obey laws, rules, requests and commands of all types. You will do so without question. You will obey immediately. Hesitation means you are thinking rather than responding. A submissive does not think unless her Master tells her to do so. A submissive only responds to her Master at all times.

“I realize that this an awful lot to absorb at one time. I doubt that you have been able to write all of the above even though I gave it to you slowly. I will give you a copy of all 12 statements when you arrive Saturday if necessary but the email should be satisfactory in this case. You can ask me any question at that time when you are allow to do so. The first six are to be obeyed immediately. Most of the second 6 will be learned over time should I decide to accept you for further training. All will depend totally on you. There is nothing that you have to do. There is only everything that you want to do. We will be “TALKING” a great deal at first. Reina will be here to help you part of the time.”

“Will I be hearing from you each day and will I be seeing you Saturday at 12:00 noon?”

“Yes Sir, you most certainly will be hearing from me and seeing me. Thank you.”

“Do you have the first six parts written exactly as I spoke them to you?”

“Yes Sir. I can write shorthand and have all 12 word for word.”

“You are full of surprises my pet.”

“Don’t you know it!!! And I want you to know that I have already begun trusting you.”

“Would you like me to give you a nickname?”

“What nickname do you have in mind?”

“There are lots of possibilities. I will give you one when an appropriate name comes to mind. I think I will let you earn your nickname. You may even earn several”

“You are full of surprises too Sir.”

“Don’t you know it……. Now hang up the phone and begin your first command”

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He kissed her over and over. She was overwhelmed with his tenderness. She could not believe that she just took that harsh spanking and was already ready to have her handsome Sir fuck her. As he kissed her again, she lowered her hands and put one on his cock. She was delighted to find that he was hard for her again. Grabbing her hand he leaned back from her. “Do not play with Sir’s cock without permission young lady,” he snapped at her.

Feeling dejected she hung her head and lowered her eyes. “Yes Sir,” she murmured.

He quickly put his arm around her and continued, “Are you feeling better my Pet?”

“Yes Sir,” she said continuing to keep her eyes lowered. Hesitantly, she asked, “Please Sir, will you please let me be your slut now?”

“Yes Pet, you are My slut, and only My slut. Do you want your Dominant to fuck you now?”

“Yes please Sir.”

“First Pet lets get you back into your cuffs.” Eva reached her arms back above her head for him to cuff her. “Now Pet you will need to tell me if your hands fall asleep or if the color changes in them. Your hands could be injured if you don’t. So, make sure you tell me so I don’t have to ‘remind’ you ok?”

“Yes Sir,” she answered as her arms were stretched above her head again. She had to admit that this type of bondage turned her on. She was stretched with her hands high above. She was wet already as Sir fastened the chain that held her securely. She noticed that she was feeling a bit lightheaded and sort of dizzy. When she mentioned it to Sir he laughed and told her not to worry. He said that she was feeling some sub space and that it was natural that she would feel a little high. And he wanted her to tell him whenever it happened so he would know to watch her carefully.

He hopped up on the bench with her as he grabbed her tits. She was completely open and vulnerable ardahan escort to him as she hung from her cuffs. He lowered his head as he took one of her voluptuous titties in his mouth and sucked and nibbled on her nipples. While he sucked on her he put his hands between her legs and spread her knees as far as he could. Then he grabbed his rope and tied each leg to the side of the bench.

She was spread wide and was unable to move at all. She was completely vulnerable and open to his every whim. Reaching over to his toy box he grabbed the dildos and the lubricant. He reached between her legs and slid his hand up into her cunt. She moaned. He could feel how wet she was already. He finger fucked her until she began to squirm and moan. Lubricating a dildo he ordered her to look into his eyes. “Now whore whose bitch are you?”

“I am your bitch Sir,” she replied as she moaned and cooed. Her eyes were beginning to glaze over and as she gazed at him she begged, “Please make me your bitch Sir.”

“Look at me whore. He looked directly into her eyes as he placed the huge dildo at the opening of her cunt. “You are my bitch you silly cunt. You are my slut. You are my cock-sucking whore. You are MINE to do with as I please aren’t you bitch?”

“Yes Sir,” she said as he slid the dildo all the way up into her cunt. She sucked in her breath, “Oh Sir. Yessssss…fuck me please Sir.”

“I am fucking you silly sub,” he said as he began to fuck her hard in her pussy. He jammed it in and out with one hand as he held her by the top of her hair. He got his face closer to hers and said, “You want me to fuck you whore? I am going to fuck you until you can’t stand up.” She gasped.

He fucked her harder and harder while he maintained eye contact with her. She saw the pure animal adıyaman escort lust in his eyes. With one last shove he imbedded the dildo all the way in her cunt. “Make sure you hold it there Pet.” Eva squeezed her cunt tight trying to hold the dildo that was making her crazy between her legs. And then he got behind her with the other dildo. He laid it down on the bench where she could see it. He got up on the bench behind her and lubed her asshole with his fingers. She loved having him in her cunt and her ass at the same time.

“Oh yes Sir, please fuck me there.”

“Fuck you where bitch? You have to tell me.”

“In my ass Sir. Please fuck me in my ass.” With that he finger fucked her asshole until he had it well lubed. Then she heard the sound of a comdom being used and he put some of the lube on his cock and got up close behind her. She knew what was coming and she began to tremble with anticipation. She felt his cock pressing at her asshole. He pushed and pushed gently as it began to enter her. He started the slow motion of pushing forward a little and pulling almost all the way out. Then he would push forward again until he had his cock implanted all the way in her asshole. He began to fuck her ass slow at first. Then as he knew she was accustomed to it her began to fuck hard and deep. He fucked up into her asshole hard as he grabbed her tight around the waist. Then he banged his hard cock into her like a mad man. Eva was moaning and crying for him to fuck her harder. He shoved it in and out faster and faster. Harder and harder he fucked.

Finally, when she could not stand it anymore her asshole started to tense and he knew she wanted release. “Sir please let me cum. Please Sir I don’t think I can hold it. I need your cock in me. Please let me cum while you fuck me karabük escort Sir.”

“Cum bitch,” he ordered, and he shoved his cock into her ass hard again and again.

He fucked fast and hard until he could feel her cumming and heard her groans. “Yes, yes, yes,” she cried. “Fuck me Sir, fuck me.” He rammed his hard meat all the way into her and held it. He could feel her hot cum running down his balls as he held her around the waist keeping his hard cock buried deep inside her.

She collapsed as she hung from the chain. Sir Dan pulled his cock out and inserted the second dildo into her asshole. While she hung there with dildos in her ass and cunt he went around to the side of her. He took a dildo in each hand and started to pummel her from both sides. He fucked her cunt and he fucked her asshole at the same time. He fucked her hard, pounding her with the dual latex cocks as he jammed them in and out of her holes. She moaned and squealed over and over. He fucked hard and long until he felt she was ready again. “Cum NOW cunt,” he growled as he continued to fuck. He jammed her ass and her cunt over and over, never stopping even though she was having an orgasm. As he fucked he ordered “Cum again,” right on the heels of her last orgasm. She started to jerk and spasm as she came again. Still ramming her in front and back again he commanded, “Cum again three times in a row Pet…NOW.” She came again over and over. She could not stop and he fucked her until her orgasms stopped. Finally, he shoved both dildos into her and pushed her knee pillow under her to keep them from sliding out.

Sir Dan stepped away from the bench and walked around in front of Eva. She was hanging once again from her wrists as she had collapsed with the last orgasm. She was trying to catch her breath. As she hung from his bonds and breathed heavily she kept her eyes lowered. He loved how she looked all relaxed and soft as her hair hung around her face, and she moved her groin slowly against the dildos. He was impressed with her loveliness as she hung there… his captive…his submissive… his to do with as he wished. He knew she loved it all as much as he did, and he wanted her to love it for a long time.

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The girl is tricked and coerced into sex without ever consenting. The sex act itself is short in this story, more about the build up.

This works as a standalone story. 2 ones of her nude on that couch.

They had an open relationship. On their second date she discovered that she was the second woman. Before she had time to fully process it, his first girlfriend was fingering Marge while he was fucking a third in the next room. After that of course it was an open relationship, what else could it be?

Marge received a lot of likes and comments when she posted the photos, way more than normal. Not just her friends, but nearly everyone from school was reacting to the photos and several people she was confident did not go to her school. One of the jocky boys tried to DM her, which was never a concern before. But it was Caroline who took the bait.

“OMG, these are so good. Who you use? I need to get my senior photos done?” she commented.

“Actually it was Mr. G!”

“No way! Think he’ll do mine?”

“Def.”

* * *

Mr. G was at his desk typing on his computer when there was a knock at his door. Looking over his eyes saw two pairs of sneakers first. One pair led into a loose pair of khaki pants while the other was underneath a tan pair of legs that made him smile.

“Hi girls!” he exclaimed as his eyes shot up to their faces. They were his current students Caroline and Marge.

Caroline’s eyes sparkled as she smiled back at him. She was Pilipino with long black hair that draped over one shoulder. She wore a plain dark red form-fitting T-shirt that was tucked into a flowy A-line skirt. It was short, but within boundaries of the school dress code.

Marge’s T-shirt by comparison hid her body as did those loose fitting khaki pants. Marge was Caucasian, pale skinned with curly brown hair. She was already smiling when he noticed her, but it seemed less genuine, a smile over clenched teeth.

“So,” he continued, “to what do I owe this surprise?”

“Well Mr. G,” said Caroline, “I heard from Marge here that you are quite the accomplished photographer.”

“Well I learned a few things over the years photographing volleyball games and other sports for the school.”

“Would you be willing to take my senior portrait?”

His smile spread grew a bit wider. “I would absolutely love to.”

“Great, are you free this weekend?”

“I am, but before we get into it I need to know more about you.”

“Sure, anything.”

His grin got even wider. He turned his laptop towards her. “Log into your favorite social media account and show me your favorite picture of yourself.”

She complied. She did hesitate, twice. Once before sitting down at his computer and once before entering her password. It was only for a moment each time before complying.

Mr. G watched over her shoulder as she scrolled through pictures. She passed over a bikini picture from this past summer to select a more conservative beach outfit. She and a friend were sitting on a blanket. The empty beach stretched behind them with moderate sized waves in the distance. The clouds near the horizon were swirls of orange that faded to white as they moved to the top of the picture.

In the picture Caroline wore a tanktop with ruffled shoulders. Her arm stretched down, her elbow locked, her hand gripping her ankle. Her bare foot was just barely in frame. Her legs covered by a pair of blue jeans with a massive rip that exposed her entire knee. White lines of ripping fabric went up her thigh. Her knees touched her friend’s knees, hers clothed in a pair white baggy pants. The friend’s hand had bright red nail polish that was especially noticeable against the white pants. Her hand was between her knees, with the pinky resting on her own knee and the index finger touching Caroline’s bare knee. They were both smiling. The friend had her chin up with a huge smile showing all of her teeth. Caroline had her chin tilted down with her eyes locked on the camera. Her smiled wasn’t quite as wide but still showed her pearly white teeth.

“That’s a good picture,” he commented. “I like your eyes in that photo. They’re seductive.”

She giggled at that comment.

“So I noticed you picked a beach pic that’s showing less skin than you are now. What’s your comfort level on how much is shown?”

“I don’t know. I mean it’s not like I don’t have any bikini pictures posted, but yea I’d probably like something more conservative for my senior portrait.”

“We could do multiple outfits. The conservative one for mom to hang on the wall and a more risqué one for you to use as you see fit.”

“It’s acıbadem escort a lot less awkward than you’d think,” said Marge. “He didn’t just take my senior pictures. The Halloween photos of me in that angel costume.”

“Those were gorgeous photos,” said Caroline.

Marge’s smile shifted, became more genuine as she looked into Mr. G’s eyes. “He made me feel beautiful, which is something I’m not used to, and it came out in the photos.”

“Getting to know Marge really helped her natural beauty shine through,” said Mr. G, “It’s important that you’re comfortable and confident. The camera will pick up on how you’re feeling. What would you say is your favorite attribute?”

“What do you mean?”

“Do you have a favorite side? Is there a mole or scar you like to hide or showcase? Your legs, your arms, your hair, is there anything in particular you’d like me to highlight?”

Caroline crossed her legs. “Well there is a reason I’m in a skirt today.”

“Would you be comfortable wearing a bikini around us?”

“Yea, I think so, although I don’t think that’s the outfit I want to use.”

“Well we’ll try multiple outfits and you pick the pictures you like best. Photographers’ trick is to take an overabundance of photos so not every picture has to be the winner, just one of them. But I ask because is the underwear you’re currently wearing more revealing than a bikini or about the same?”

She let out a short loud laugh out of shock. “It’s probably covering more than my bikinis to be honest. Why do you ask?”

“It’s important to know that your legs are your favorite attribute, but with a photographer’s eye, there may be other great things about yourself that you haven’t appreciated until now. I’d like to be able to plan ahead of time what types of shots would work best, what types of outfits would work best. Think of today as a preview session so that we do everything right for your actual photoshoot.”

“So you want me to strip down?”

“If you’re comfortable with it, then I think it’d be very helpful, but you don’t have to show any more than that bikini picture you scrolled past a moment ago.”

“Sure, I guess.” She stood up and untucked her shirt. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.”

“Is it more revealing than what you wore to Halloween?”

“Me, yes? My maid outfit was just like this outfit. Maybe a bit lower cut but not as tight.”

“True,” said Mr. G, “but Zoe’s Lilo outfit was basically underwear.”

“Oh god,” said Caroline as she turned to Marge. “Did you show him pictures from the party?” There was a moment of silence and then everyone laughed. “Fine I’m doing it.” She pulled off the shirt to reveal a dark red full cup bra. “I know, I’m flat chested, so that’s why I want you to focus on my legs.”

“But what about that flat stomach you’ve been hiding?” Mr. G asked. “A shirt that shows off your midriff would be hot. We can even make it work for the conservative photos if you want. Just a small strip of skin below your belly button.”

Caroline smiled and shook her head.

“I told you,” said Marge. “He has a way of zeroing in on your best qualities while not caring about the things you worry about.”

“OK, this wasn’t as bad as I feared.”

“Hold on now. Aren’t you on the cross-country team? I suspect that’s a firm booty too, but I can’t be sure right now.”

“I’ve seen those booty shorts you run in for meets,” said Marge. “You’re not showing him any more than those.”

“You got that right,” said Caroline as she wiggled the waist band of her skirt past her hips.

Mr. G circled her with his chin down. His eyes locked on her crotch and ass. “I was right.”

* * *

A bumblebee crawled along the surface of a sunflower. Mr. G snapped a picture of it from less than a foot away. Once the picture was taken he turned his attention from the real life bee to the one on the screen. He zoomed in to assure himself the lines were crisp. He was using a very short shutter speed due to how bright it was this mid-afternoon.

When he looked up from his camera he saw the two girls approaching him. Caroline was wearing a black tank top that ended low enough to hide her naval but high enough to still show a strip of her midriff. Her white pants were tight from the thighs up, but loose around the lower leg. They looked like the pants her friend wore in the beach picture she showed him.

“Hey Mr. G,” Caroline shouted out.

“Please, on a shoot it’s Greg.”

“Oh OK.”

“First order of business, I need to figure out where I want the sun to be.”

Caroline bağdat caddesi escort laughed. “Are you going to lasso the sun?”

“For you?” he said with a smile. He took her picture and she smiled back. Then he took a couple steps to the right and took another picture. And then a few more steps. He circled her taking a picture from each angle.

Greg studied the pictures once he completed the circle while Marge engaged Caroline in small talk. “This sunflower field is going to be a really gorgeous background.”

“Yea, I can’t believe I never knew this was here.”

Greg figured out he liked the sun best when it was behind him, but just a bit to the right so that she wasn’t squinting. However the best background was when the sun was far to his left, so that meant they had to move to a different part of the field. They tried their best not to trample too many sunflowers as they moved.

He took a few more photos of her and then frowned. “So the straps on your tank top are too thin to hide your bra strap.” The bra strap was thick black band that wrapped around the back of her neck while the tank top had the tiniest of strings that went over her shoulder.

“That’s the bikini top that you two talked me into wearing for round two.”

“Well I think we should remove it until round two.”

She nodded her head and turned her back towards them. Her hands reached underneath the back of her tank top and fiddled around for a few seconds. A string dropped down just before she removed her hands. She grabbed the thick string around her neck and lifted it up over her head. Her shirt lifted slightly as she did this so he could see her naval as she turned around. She handed the bikini top to Marge and then fixed her shirt. “Is that better?”

Greg snapped a photo. “Much.”

Greg took half a dozen photos and then kneeled on the ground so he could get a shot with a massive sunflower in the foreground. He took three from there, looked at the screen, adjusted, and then snapped some more.

He lowered the camera and picked one of the sunflowers. “Here. Hold the bottom of the stem and keep your hands low, near your belly button. Then bend your head down while keeping your back straight to smell the flower.” He snapped a few pictures. “OK, lift your head a little bit and turn the flower so that it’s pointing outwards. Like you’re a bridesmaid walking down the aisle.”

Caroline smiled beautifully through the photos. He must’ve taken close to 50, but when he was done he just showed her just three on the tiny camera screen. “I’ll play with the filters once I get them uploaded to my computer, but these are my favorites.”

“Those are perfect!”

He took camera back and pressed a few buttons to adjust the settings.

“OK, ready for round two then?”

“Can I have my bikini top back?”

“Actually would you be willing to take a few pictures with your bare back facing the camera?”

She bit her tongue.

“There’s no one around here but us, and you can inspect the camera when we’re done, deleting anything you don’t like.”

“Alright,” she turned her back to him. She grabbed the bottom hem of her shirt and lifted it up and over her head. There was a strong contrast between the dark skin of her bare back and the bright colors everywhere else: the yellow flowers, blue sky, her bright white pants. She looked back at Greg over her shoulder while he snapped several photos.

“Here I have an idea,” he said as he handed two sunflowers to Marge to pass over to Caroline. Caroline turned around with the sunflowers covering her breasts. Greg snapped a picture then snorted.

“Hey don’t laugh at me.”

“It’s not you. You’re very gorgeous, but this pose is ridiculous.”

Caroline looked down at herself and smirked. “Yea I guess you’re right.”

“We’ll find the right one. Marge, move behind Caroline. Caroline you can drop those flowers, I’d like to try using Marge’s hands to cover you there. Let me know when you’re ready.” Greg turned his back to them and counted silently. He was on 7 when they said he could turn back.

He snapped several pictures from various angles, pausing after each cluster to inspect the pictures on the tiny screen. “I don’t know,” he said while looking down at the camera. Still looking at the camera he walked around so that he was behind them. “Marge switch with me, we’ll see if that looks better.”

Marge stepped away from Caroline. Greg made no mention that he could now see her tiny perky tits. It wasn’t until Marge took the camera and Greg walked towards her that she kozyatağı escort fully realized how exposed she was. She lifted her hands to cover her breasts while smiling awkwardly.

To his credit he kept his gaze up, not starting at her dark nipples. His hand touched her shoulder as he slid in behind her. His other arm wrapped around her and grabbed her wrist. It was a gentle loose grip, but soon he was tugging on her hands so that they fell down to her side.

The camera clicked as Marge took a picture of her bare breasts.

“I don’t think I want any pictures like this.”

“Of course, sorry. I was just verifying the lighting and exposure length. Greg can you get into position?”

Gregs hands covered her breasts. Before Marge was gently covering them, barely touching her, but Greg was squeezing her breasts.

“No not like that,” said Marge before Caroline could comment. “Move your hands down a bit and don’t squeeze so hard.”

His hands slid down so that her breasts flopped over his hands. He again squeezed, his fingers cupping up around her breasts with her nipples once again exposed, maybe slightly harder than they were a second ago.

“No, now she’s exposed again.”

His hands loosened their grip. His fingers walked over the surface of her breasts until they found her nipples. His fingers circled them and pressed on them.

Caroline gasped and subconsciously pressed her rear into his crotch. She felt that he was getting hard there.

Marge intervened. Grabbing his hands and moving them so that they just barely covered her nipples. His hands were mostly compliant to Marge’s movements, but he seemed to be squeezing her tits a lot. It was hard to tell what was him and what was Marge subtly adjusting his hands. She mentioned that she wanted him to squeeze a little bit that that her breasts were spilling over the top, a human push up bra.

Eventually Marge had Greg cross his arms so that each hand was holding her breast on the opposite side. That adjustment involved a lot more fondling to get his hands in the right spot once more.

Marge snapped a few more pictures before calling out, “Greg, you’re too tall. I need you to kneel down.”

His hands shifted as he knelt down and soon Marge was helping her fondle her breasts once more. Caroline’s nipples were very hard by the time his hands were in place and still. Marge stepped back and snapped many photos.

Greg’s face was pressed against the small of Caroline’s back. She felt a warm wet spot, his lips. Like he was giving her back a gentle kiss. She opened her mouth to say something, but she was silenced by Marge telling her how much she loved Caroline’s expression and to hold it a bit longer.

Caroline held that pose until her knees started to wobble. Marge spotted her shaking and called it a wrap. Greg quickly rose to his feet and went to grab the camera as if nothing unusual had just occurred.

Caroline just stood there as the two of them huddled over the camera. No longer did she think about the need to cover up her breasts. In fact it didn’t even register that she was still topless until Marge was handing back her bikini top. “So what’s next?” Caroline asked once her top was back on.

“I’ve got an idea,” answered Greg. He started ripping off sunflowers and laying them on the ground, just the flower head, leaving behind the long stalk. “We’re going to make a bed of flowers.”

The three of them cleared out a significant area to make their bed. Once completed Caroline laid down on them. He snapped a few photos and then had the idea to pick even more flowers so he could pluck off the petals and sprinkle them on Caroline.

After a few minutes Caroline’s top was back off. Greg and Marge meticulously planned the placement of each petal, their hands brushing against her skin as they worked. It seemed to happen especially often against the bottom side of her breasts.

Greg would snap a few photos, adjust the petals, and repeat. Sometimes the petals were in somewhat random places with two strategic ones covering her nipples, while other times it looked like they had weaved a full bra out of petals. They were back in the former sparse arrangement when he decided it was time to remove her pants.

“I really like where the petals are positioned right now. Would it be OK if Marge helped you switch to the bikini bottoms so that we don’t have to rearrange them?”

Caroline agreed. It hardly seemed that invasive by comparison at that point. And so she kept her upper body as still as possible while Marge removed her pants.

Greg piled on enough petals to cover her bikini bottoms. Her legs were together with her angles crossed so piling them in the middle was easy, but around her hips it was damn near impossible to hide the strap covering around her. After many attempts she agreed to let Marge removing her bikini bottoms as well. Greg didn’t look away, he had to help put back the petals back on after all.

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Girls Next Door Ch1

Peter is a middle aged bachelor living in an inner city converted warehouse. It is part of a row of 6 converted warehouses. All the occupants in the warehouses were gay, married or males, until the two gay guys living next door sold their property. He was hoping they had sold to a hot female; or any female. The street needed a female. The warehouses were the only residential properties in the small dead end street.

Eventually the day arrived when the new owner moved in. Peter happened to be on the way out to buy groceries and saw an attractive blonde woman with kids standing outside the door.

“Oh here’s your neighbour,” the woman said to someone standing in next door’s entry alcove.

His hopes dropped, it looked like he had lucked out. The attractive woman standing outside was not his neighbour.

A more attractive blonde exited from the alcove onto the street and introduced herself as Lorena. The woman on the street was her sister Viviana. They were blondes of Italian descent.

“I’m Peter. Pleased to have you as a neighbour,” he responded.

Over the months he came to know the family better. Lorena was a rich Italian Catholic divorcee, working as an interior decorator. She had two beautiful daughters and a son. The daughters were too young for him so he paid attention to their mom. Over the months he did try for the forty something Lorena, but she treated him like he was not her type.

“Am I too old?” he wondered.

The eldest daughter was a beautiful, curvy 20 year old blonde with a car. Her parents had bought her the car when she turned 18. It’s what rich people buy their children when they reach driving age. Her name was Lucinda. She was very gregarious and forward, and had a crush on Peter. She was a wild one. He felt if the opportunity arose, she would fuck him.

The younger daughter was Kartia. She was the middle child. She was also a beautiful blonde. She had just turned 18. She was always very polite but aloof. She had a svelte body, taller than Lucinda but with larger breasts than her older curvier sister. She showed little interest in any interaction with Peter when their paths crossed in the street.

The youngest was the son Hugo. He looked up to Peter as a mature cool guy. He wanted to become friends with him. Peter wished his mother had the same outlook.

Oh, and they had two dogs.

Living in the inner city, Peter had very little reason to drive his car, which stayed in the garage for most of the year and collected dust. He was thinking of selling the car.

One day Peter noticed a Learners sign on the family SUV when Lorena and Kartia returned from grocery shopping.

“Someone learning to drive?” he asked to make conversation.

“Yes. Kartia is going for her license” Lorena said with a smile.

“I hardly drive my car, it sits in the garage and collects dust. Let me know if you are interested in buying it and I’ll throw in 12mths free parking in my garage.”

Kartia walked over, “how old is your car?” she asked.

“It’s 12yrs old but it’s only done 20,000kms. It’s almost as new and you’ll have off-street parking,” Peter said, trying to sell the car.

It is difficult finding parking in the innercity. Occupants are only allowed one residential parking permit. Mom’s SUV was parked in the garage and Lucinda was using the only permit available for their address.

Kartia expressed mild interest in the car. Peter suspected she was more interested in getting a new car. She did not want a car older than what her sister had.

A few weeks later a parcel for the neighbours was incorrectly delivered to Peter’s address. Unfortunately it happens a lot with couriers. It was addressed to Lucinda and looked like a computer game. Peter went next door and rang the bell. No answer. There is CCTV on the door. Most of the time no one answers. The only one who has ever answered the door is Kartia. She eventually answered wearing a towel over her head and a bathrobe.

“I’m sorry Kartia. I hope I did not inconvenience you. This was delivered to me. I think it’s meant for your address.” Peter said apologetically as he handed her the parcel.

“Thank you very very much. Will it be okay if I had a look at your car later?” she asked politely.

“Of course. I’ll see you later.” he replied, treating it as a polite request rather than a genuine interest in buying.

Later, Peter’s doorbell range. When he answered it was Kartia. She was wearing loose track suit pants and a sleeveless tank top, showing a lot of cleavage. His eyes nearly popped out. She was really displaying she had larger titties than her older sister.

“Come in Kartia. I’ll show you through to the garage.”

“I just love your house. It’s so interesting.”

“Thank you Kartia. Well, it’s a large open plan bachelor pad. You can have a look later if you want,” he said as he led her into the garage through the side door.

“The car would look like new, once I wash the dust off,” he said with a aksaray escort laugh, “would you like to have a drive?”

“I’d love that!” Kartia was always gracious and enthusiastic when speaking to him. He put it down to Lorena training her kids to be polite.

He opened the garage door with the remote and handed her the car keys. She entered the car and had a drive along the freeway. The car smelled of her shampoo and Peter wanted to stick his nose in her hair and sniff it.

While traveling along the freeway Peter could not help but have a sly peak down her cleavage. He thought he saw her nipples peaking out from the tank top. He wished she had a crush on him, but she was the level headed child, supposedly.

“I like your car. Will you give me a good price and let me park it rent free in your garage?” Kartia asked on the way back when they had stopped at traffic lights.

“Rent free for more than 12 months?” he queried.

“I’m sorry I forgot about that.”

“Look, I’m unlikely to get another car and any rental income from the garage I can let go…for a friend,” he added suggestively.

“Thank you sooo much,” she said and then turned and kissed him on the cheek. Her lips were so soft he would have given her the car if she had kissed him on the lips. His face flushed and his cock twitched.

“With the low mileage on this car, the value would be at the top of the range in asking price. Have a chat with your mother and make me an offer, but not a crazy low offer,” he said as he had a look at her crotch, and noticed a camel toe resulting from Kartia not wearing a panty.

“You’re so kind. I always like to answer the door when you ring the bell. Lucinda also likes you,” she blurted out awkwardly before realizing she said too much.

That was the tipping point. Peter’s cock started to get uncomfortably stiff in his jeans.

It became a little awkward in the car and it was a relief when they returned to the garage.

Kartia was not familiar with the garage and as she drove into the dim garage, she parked the car too close to the driver side wall. As a result she could not exit from the driver side door.

“You’ll need to back out and adjust the parking so you can get out of the car,” Peter suggested.

“That’s okay. I can get out from the passenger side,” she replied, waiting for Peter to exit the car.

Peter pressed the latch to release the seatbelt but it did not release. He pressed again and again. He had a look at the lock and saw something had jammed it. He could not see how to remove the obstacle while in the seat.

Kartia looked across and noticed the bulge in Peter’s jeans. She looked away embarrassed.

“I’ll be able to release the belt once I get out of the car,” Kartia said as she lifted her legs over the gear stick and placed her feet on the passenger side.

Peter opened the door so she could get out without hindrance but was hoping to brush against her nubile body.

Kartia maneuvered across and managed to fit part of her small teenage butt on the edge of the passenger bucket seat. She settled there for a moment, not wanting to go near the bulge in Peter’s pants. She then raised her torso to traverse the passenger seat to reach the door. At this point she fell back into Peter’s lap.

It was a moment of serendipity. She fell back in such a way that the contours of her body pressed against Peter’s. Their bodies fitted each other perfectly.

Peter had a face full of her long shampooed hair; her back was reposed enticingly against his chest; and her butt crack enveloped his stiff cock. She felt like such a comfortable fit on top of him.

Kartia stayed there for a few seconds, horrified at where her butt was resting. She then realized how comfortable she was. It was like she was reclining in a stressless chair; but it had a dick. She could feel the bulge nestled her butt crack. It was a perfect fit.

Peter wasn’t going to move. He was sure that if his cock was out when she fell back, he would have penetrated her.

When Kartia recovered she leaned forward to get off Peter, but it only slid his cock from her butt crack to her pussy flaps. She could feel the heat from his cockhead pressing against her pussy. The bucket seat made it difficult for her to get up. Every time she made an attempt to rise it would grind her pussy along the length of whatever was in those jeans. She was sure Peter was dry humping her while she was in this position.

Yes, Peter was dry humping her. Her small buns were soft but tight. He was sure if he kept her on his lap longer he would shoot his load.

Kartia put her hands on his thighs and tried to lift herself up again. She fell back, rocking her pussy flaps on that stiff cock.

“I don’t think I can get up,” she admitted.

“Don’t move Kartia. I’ll lift you up,” Peter said as he placed his hands on her hips. But when he tried to lift her up the action resulted in him pushing her tracksuit pants down around her thighs. Kartia grabbed her pants and bahçelievler escort tried to pull them back up, resulting in her falling back clumsily.

“Oww…” Peter moaned as that bare butt nearly broke his dick. His dick was in an uncomfortable position, out of his underpants and pressed against the zipper

“Kartia, just lift yourself a little, I need to adjust my underwear before I break something down there.” he said with a chuckle.

Kartia, ever eager to please, smiled and raised her hips.

Peter undid his zipper and with difficulty managed to get his stiff, uncontrollable dick out of his jeans. However, once he had sorted it out, he could not fit his stiff cock back into the fly without undoing his jeans.

Kartia did not hear anymore ruffling so she figured it was all sorted out.

“Are you okay now?” she asked, and without waiting for a reply she dropped her bum down.

Peter quickly grabbed her hips to keep her off his lap but it was too late. He felt the heat from her pussy linger over his lap, before it settled on the tip of his precum covered cock, and impaled itself.

“Oooww!” Kartia screamed.

She started bucking her hips to get away for the hot cock poking into her pussy, but penetration was relentless. It would not stop going in deeper. She did not say anything more, she just started breathing heavily.

Kartia bucking her hips on Peter’s dick only made it get harder. Peter felt like he was heaven. He had a lap full of a cool soft round teenage butt, and in the middle of that butt his stiff cock was nestled in a tight pussy.

“I’m sorry. Are you okay?” he asked once he had collected his thoughts.

“You haven’t, have you?” Kartia asked, wrinkling her brow.

“I’m sorry. I couldn’t help it. You fell back too soon.”

Kartia did not move. Her hymen was gone and she could feel the rest of that penis slowly slide its way inside. She tried to get up but found she could not raise herself high enough to escape penetration. It just kept going in deeper and deeper.

“I can’t get off it!” Kartia said irritated.

“I’m sorry Kartia. Just wait a little while until my erection is gone and it will pop out.”

Kartia gave an exasperated sigh. She thought about dogs fucking and getting stuck together and how long it took for the male’s knot to shrink so that the bitch is released. That was longer than she wanted to stay in this position.

“Can you get your thing to go limp quickly?”

“I’m trying, but I’ll probably need to cum before it will go limp.”

“You mean like when a bitch is stuck on a male dog’s thing?”

“I suppose so. Sorry.”

The vision of being the ‘bitch’ stuck on the Peter’s cock, thrilled Kartia. She bit her lower lip and her breath became heavier. She started tentatively humping her body up and down to get Peter to cum. She turned her head and gave Peter her sexy look.

It only made Peter’s cock get stiffer and go deeper inside her.

Kartia was beginning to enjoy this. She hadn’t been fucked before, but she sure as hell liked sliding things into her wet pussy. Kartia’s stimulation had it’s affect on Peter.

“Yes…that’s helping…keep doing that…I’ll be limp in no time,” Peter gasped as he pushed his hips up. Due to restricted space he was not able to do much but he managed short fast strokes to try and get his rocks off.

Kartia looked over her shoulder, “Are you going to go limp soon?”

“Yes, just keep moving…like that.” he moaned.

It was Kartia’s first time, she didn’t know what to do. It did not hurt much and it started to feel good. Kartia arched her back.

“Can you help me?” Kartia whispered, almost not wanting to ask.

Peter was in balls deep and pressing against her soft teenage butt. He ran his hands along her hips and up inside the front of her tank top. He groped her breasts and pulled her against his body, like he wanted to when she was driving the car.

He pinched her nipples and squeezed her tits for all he was worth. He could feel her tits swell and the nipples get erect. She covered his hands with hers. He gripped her young tits and started giving her short strokes, as that was all he could do in the restricted space.

Kartia sat still on top of him and let Peter fuck her. She looked at the car’s steamy windows. She turned her head and looked back at Peter with her beautiful blue eyes. Their eyes locked. She wanted him to kiss her. Her lips quivered, she tongue snuck out.

Peter hoped she wasn’t looking at him with love in her eyes. He leant forward and kissed her shoulder and ground his cock in her pussy.

She started to gyrate her hips, rubbing her clit against his balls. She placed her hands on the dashboard and arched her back and instinctively swayed her body in a reverse cowgirl fuck.

The car was filled with the slurping sound of her pussy juices. Her body had found a rhythm which would bring her to orgasm. She rode that rhythm faster and faster until her pussy contracted. She moaned güngören escort as she was cumming. She gave a few more gyrations of her hips before stopping. Breathing heavily, she slumped forward.

Kartia had done a good job of fucking Peter, but he was still not limp.

“I’m close,” he reassured her.

He wrapped his arms around her waist and held her tightly. He pumped her as hard and as fast as he could. Her body shook with each slam of his cock. Then he went rigid and held her tight with his cock deep in her hole.

“Aahh…” he groaned, as he gave Kartia a couple of short pumps and a long hard grind. His body tingled as his seed gushed out into the teenager’s vaginal canal.

Kartia’s body shivered as his hot semen flooded into her.

“Oohh…was that it?” Kartia asked relieved.

“Yes, it should go soft now” Peter gasped.

They sat there waiting for a while. Peter’s dick was not behaving and was slow to go soft.

Impatiently Kartia contracted her vaginal muscles as she felt the penis go limp. She lifted her buttock and expelled the limp dick from her pussy.

Peter opened the passenger door and Kartia got off Peter’s lap and exited the car. She pulled up her pants and looked back at Peter. There was an awkward silence.

“Kartia…I’m still stuck in the car. Get a small screwdriver from the tool box on the shelf and see if you can knock the pin in the latch free.”

Kartia collected the screwdriver, placed her hand on his crotch to steady herself. She inserted the screwdriver into the latch slot and released the seatbelt. She handed him the screwdriver and walked out of the garage, with jizz leaking down the inside of her thighs.

A week later Lorena rang the door bell.

Peter was hoping there wasn’t an issue concerning Kartia.

“Hello Peter. Kartia is happy to buy your car and park it in your garage. She prefers to be able to park her car in your garage rather than park out on the street. You made a good impression on her.”

“That’s great Lorena. I’ll give the car a wash and we can do the transfer whenever you like,” Peter said relieved.

Later that day Peter parked the car out in the street and gave it a wash. While he was cleaning the interior Lucinda drove up.

“Hello Peter! I’m so happy Kartia is buying your car. If she does not park the car in the garage can I park my car in there?” Lucinda said in her most charming way. Big smile and sparkling eyes.

“Well it is basically Kartia’s parking spot. If she agrees to you parking there it’s fine with me.”

“Fantastic! I’ll have to have a drive of her car. I’m bored with mine. I might even break it in for her,” she said with a giggle.

The thought, “Kartia has already broken in the car,” went through Peter’s mind.

Lorena came out and handed Peter the cheque for the payment.

“Thank you Lorena. I’ll bring over the keys, the remote and the paperwork after I finish washing up.”

Peter gave the inside of the car a good spray of air freshener to make sure there was no smell of sex. He collected the transfer document and keys and rang the bell next door.

Kartia answered the door enthusiastically. “I can take it for a drive now. You wanna come along for a ride?” she asked innocently. “Oh wait, I probably should go and arrange car insurance first. I’ll make sure I park it correctly.” She said with a smile. She leant forward and kissed him on the mouth this time.

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All things went quiet with the neighbours for a few months. They had a beachside holiday home and spent most weekends there, even in winter. Actually, Lorena and the two younger kids went away for the weekends and she left the ‘adult’ Lucinda to have the house on her own.

While moms away, Lucinda would play. She had the front upstairs room with the balcony. Saturday night was about drinks and parties. Then off to a nightclub to return home after 1.30am. There was a flight of stairs leading from the front door up to Lucinda’s room. There was no soundproofing at the top of the stairs.

Peter was sure there were times when he heard someone giving Lucinda a good rogering at the top of the stairs. Surely she knew he could hear them.

That Saturday it was party night for Lucinda. After a few drinks she went off to a nightclub with her friends. At about 1.30am Peter was woken up when his doorbell rang. When he answered the door he saw Lucinda dressed up in her revealing nightclub outfit. She looked all tits and legs.

“I’m sorry to disturb you Peter but I’ve lost the house key. Mom will be driving back tomorrow but until then, can I stay the night at your place? I’ll just sleep on the couch.”

“I have a spare bed in my bedroom, if you don’t mind sharing a bedroom. You can sleep there or you can use the couch if you prefer.” Peter showed Lucinda in and locked the door behind her.

“I love the look of your place. It is so big and open,” she said as she entered the living room, which was overlooked by a mezzanine.

“Your place is better suited for a family. My place is just a bachelor pad. Only one bedroom and one bathroom. That leaves plenty of spare space,” Peter said as he leered at Lucinda walking ahead of him. She was wearing a tight miniskirt which just barely covered her big butt. She was wider in the hips and bigger in the ass than Kartia.

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The First Girl to Give Me a Blow Job

It wasn’t until college that I got my first real girlfriend. She was a Chinese girl with long straight dark hair. She was older than me by nine years. We’d gone out to dinner and movies a bunch of times and for the first time she invited me into her place. She lived in a townhouse with two housemates. It was late at night and seemed like her housemates had all gone upstairs to bed already.

The two of us sat on the floor in the living room without turning on any lights. We got to making out there on the floor. I was stealing a good feel of her tits while we kissed. My heart was racing. Despite her being older, she had told me she hadn’t done anything physical with another guy before either. We’d felt each other’s clothed bodies before on other occasions, but this was the first time she unzipped my pants and awkwardly tried to reach inside them.

She wasn’t having much luck, so I eagerly just helped her out and slid down my pants and underwear completely, giving her free access. She started stroking me a bit which felt amazing even though she really didn’t have any idea what she was doing. But I think the unpredictability of the sensations was driving me nuts nonetheless.

We kissed while she stroked me with our tongues dancing in each other’s mouths. And then finally she broke our kiss and leaned down and took my cock into her mouth and started sucking. She didn’t really move her head or anything just sucked me like I was a straw which while amazing also seemed a bit awkward. I gently used my hands to guide her head up and down on me a bit and that felt so much better.

After showing her the motion, she continued it without me holding her kurtköy escort head. She also started sucking harder almost painfully so, which I communicated by squeezing her hand and she eased back a bit. She started to make some slurping sounds as she bobbed her head up and down on me.

I guess they were loud enough that she didn’t hear her housemate come down the stairs. Her housemate didn’t turn on the lights so it wasn’t clear to me if she could see us especially since we were sitting on the floor partially concealed by the coffee table there. I could see in the dark she was wearing her pajamas but couldn’t see very clearly where here eyes were looking. Either way she went to the kitchen and got a drink and went back up to her room without making any fuss and all the while my girl was sucking away. After a few minutes I think she started getting tired and slowed her head movements considerably.

I was feeling great and wanted to finish, so I reached down and started stroking the base of my cock some, but she pushed my hand away and started stroking me herself with still the tip of my cock in her mouth. And in less than a minute I was shooting my load into her mouth. She froze and just sucked it all up. I instinctively kinda humped her hand and mouth as I came and then collapsed back to the floor like Jello.

When I finished cumming she quickly got up from the floor and ran to the kitchen and spit everything out into the sink. It wasn’t one of those porn moments where the girl shows the guy the cum in her mouth and then swallows it but I was still feeling amazing about it all. I think she was kind of embarrassed about it all and beykoz escort kinda rushed me to get up and get out of her place. I stopped at the door and she kissed me again there, and I felt like I could taste some of my cum still in her mouth, but before I could say anything she was pushing me out the door.

The First Girl to Have Sex With Me

You might think it was the same girl who gave me my first blow job, but we never got beyond giving each other oral. Instead, the girl who took my virginity was a little Mexican girl who I met online. She went to a different college but chatting online can seem to empower me to talk more directly about sex with girls than in person. We were always talking about our sexual interests. You could say she was a bit of a slut, she’d had sex with over a couple dozen different guys, if I recall correctly, and was eager to meet up with me to be my first, even though we had only been chatting online a few days. We even video chatted a few times and I watched her use a dildo on herself while I jerked off.

So I ended up driving a good number of miles to see her in person. It was super awkward when we first met. She was a good two or three feet shorter than me. So I had to bend down to give her a hug. We held hands immediately which was a milestone that took longer with my previous girl. We had lunch together and then I drove around with her as she acted like a tour guide for her town. She guided me to a deserted parking lot with no one around.

When I parked she immediately reached over and started undoing my pants. I was happy to help her though I did have one fear. She had braces. So I was not sure üsküdar escort if that was going to be a problem or not, but in no time at all she was sucking me from the passenger seat. To my relief I was feeling nothing but pleasure and she bobbed up and down on my cock. It was a tough angle though, so she actually got up and kneeled in her seat so she could get better leverage to suck. She was quite skilled and had me hard right away and feeling great. She took my hand and guided it around to her pussy where I felt it was already wet.

She stopped sucking and asked if I wanted to move to the back seat. I agreed immediately. We both got out of the car. I saw her remove her thong from under her dress and lay down on the back seat with her legs spread for me. I got on top of her, and guided my cock with my hand into her pussy and voila! I was having real sex for the first time. I didn’t know at the time, but her pussy was really loose. I slide right in easily into her wet pussy.

As I moved in and out of her she started moaning loudly which made me nervous because with the doors wide open if anyone were around they would have clearly heard her but she didn’t seem to worry about it at all and I was took horny to stop either. Even with her being loose it was the best pussy I’d had, being a virgin, and I was enjoying it immensely. Apparently she did too because she suddenly grabbed me and squeezed me as tight as she could with her whole body and I felt a rush of warm wetness surround my cock inside her as she screamed out loud. She started demanding that I cum. So I increased my speed and in less than a minute later I also started cumming inside her and then collapsed on top of her.

She smiled and that’s when she kissed me for the first time with a short peck of a kiss. We got out of the car and then I saw my back seat was soaked with her cum. We got back in the front seats and I drove her home. For weeks after that my car smelled like sex. So on future trips out to see her we started getting motel rooms. But that’s another story.

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I was heading down to the pool hall to shoot a little stick and try to pick up a few bucks when I was accosted on the street by a prostitute working this area of town.

She was Hispanic and had huge tits and a very big ass with a tiny waist. Talk about your hour glass figure, this whore had it. She said she had a room over the Walgreens Pharmacy just a block away. She introduced herself as Gloria Sanchez and said she was available for only $25. I wondered why so cheap.

She reminded me of the 1970s porn star Vanessa Del Rio. I had seen many of Del Rio’s videos and never failed to achieve a massive hard-on.

She didn’t have to work on me too much before she was leading me to the entrance of here second floor room. On the way my cock had gotten very hard in anticipation of fucking this hottie.

We were no sooner in her room before she dropped to her knees and began fishing out my hard cock. Once free, she engulfed it swallowing almost half. Hot damn, this girl was a terrific cocksucker, and I was soon sawing in and out of her warm wet mouth. She had clamped down on my cock and was sucking like a vacuum. At this rate I was not going to last long and I desperately wanted to fuck her.

As much as I wanted to stop her, I was unable, as a massive orgasm was building from deep within me. I soon shot a huge load of cum in her mouth which she greedily sucked down and swallowed.

I had just experienced one fast and awesome blowjob. Maybe the best I ever had. I should have been delighted, but had probably missed out on fucking her, and was feeling somewhat disappointed.

As my cock slipped out of her mouth, I was wondering if I could get hard again so I could fuck her. I realized I had not seen her fabulous naked body but a vision was dancing in my mind’s eye.

With hopes of achieving another boner, I asked her if she bostancı escort would undress so I could see her au natural. She began a slow strip tease and I could feel my cock beginning to grow.

The first thing that came into view were her huge tits. They had to be 44DD. I knew my eyes had to be bugging out. I licked my lips in anticipation of sucking her big brown nipples.

My eyes were fixated on her nips as she dropped her short skirt. As my eyes gazed downward, I was dumbfounded by seeing a huge, and I do mean huge cock come into view. I was in the presence of a tranny with a huge uncut cock. This monster dwarfed my 7″ cock. What the fuck had I gotten into, I wondered.

“Like what you see?” She asked

I was so tongue tied, I was unable to speak, and she repeated, “Like what you see?”

As a horny heterosexual, I appreciated big cocks but was not enamored by them, but for some strange reason, my eyes remained fixated on her cock.

“You want to suck it just like I sucked you, don’t you?” She asked.

I struggled to respond, but words would not come out.

She laughed and said, “Cat got your tongue?”

Finally, I manage to squeak out, “I thought I was going to be fucking Vanessa Del Rio, I was not prepared for this.”

“Oh baby, we are going to fuck after you suck me, but it will be me fucking you,” she said.

Holy crap what had I got myself into, I wondered. Yet here I was with my eyes glued on her hard cock.

Placing her hands on my head she pushed me to my knees and presented her hard cock to my lips. My lips parted and her cock was inserted in my mouth. I could feel it throbbing. I was amazed at how much I like the feel and taste of her throbbing cock. “Now suck it baby,” she said.

As I began sucking her cock, she began sawing tuzla escort in and out of my mouth. Soon we were in sync and I was sucking my first cock. Her cock hit the entrance to my throat causing a slight gagging. There was no way I was going to get that monster in my throat.

I got my first taste of precum, and thought, damn that is sweet.

My mind was in a whirl as I continued sucking and realizing how much I liked what I was doing. How could this be, I was not a homo.

I could hear Gloria moan giving me a very perverse thrill knowing the affect I was having on her.

“Suck it baby, you’re doing great,” she said. This only spurred me on. I knew how I liked my cock sucked and tried to emulate that.

I must have been doing it right because Gloria suddenly, and without warning, blew a huge load of cum in my mouth. To keep from choking, I began swallowing as fast as I could, yet cum was coming out the corners of mouth and some out my nose.

I loved the bittersweet taste and slimy texture. I was enjoying sucking my first cock. for the first time, I understood cocksuckers.

“Baby for not being a regular cocksucker, you done did good.” Gloria said fracturing English grammar.

While I had thoroughly enjoyed sucking Gloria off, I shuddered at the thought of what she said about fucking me. Her monster cock would split me into.

Gloria’s cock slipped out of my mouth but strangely remained in a hardened state. My eyes remained fixated on it.

Gloria came up with some lubricant, and as she applied it to her cock, she said, “Get those pants off,”

Stunned, I began removing my pants. I was in such a state that I was not thinking only reacting.

She bent me over and applied lubricant to my asshole. I shivered as her hard cock began probing göztepe escort my ass. My mind was in a whirl and I was in an almost drunken state. Drunk on sexual arousal. I had never experienced anything like this. Yet here I was about to be penetrated for the first time.

I felt a huge stab of pain as the head of her cock began entry. My sphincter muscle was resisting, but was slowly giving away. I heard a loud pop when the head of her cock pushed past my sphincter and entered my ass. The pain was intense. I was moaning in agony as her cock made contact with my prostate. Then the pain eased considerably and was being replaced with a warm wonderful feeling. I realized the feeling was awesome and I loved it. I never felt so full in my life as her cock reached balls to the wall. I had that entire monster in me. How was that possible?

Gloria began slowly fucking me and the pleasure only increased. As she built up speed, I wondered why I had never done this before, God it felt good. My cock had gotten hard as a rock. Soon Gloria was pounding my ass and my moans change to screams of pleasure. I felt thrills through my entire core and was about to receive my first anal orgasm.

When Gloria unloaded her spunk deep in my bowels, I lost it and blew my load on the floor. I thought the orgasm I experienced when Gloria sucked m off was awesome, but it could not compare to the one I had when Gloria fucked me. I had just experienced the mother of all orgasms.

Here this heterosexual had just been fucked by a tranny and knew he had the best orgasm in his life. How could that be?

When Gloria’s cock slipped from my gaped asshole, I tied to stand but fell to my knees. I wondered if I would be able to walk again.

Gloria presented her cock to my lips, and said, “Clean my cock.” I did as she said, and could taste cum residue, as I sucked her cock clean.

I am no longer a straight heterosexual, I’m a cock sucking, cum eating, bottom queer.

Gloria loves fucking me as I’m one of the few men that can take her entire cock in my ass.

None of my ex-friends can believe what has happened to me. I can’t ever get up a friendly game of pool, but I would not change a thing.

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Friday night started out like any other. Michael was in sales, and he had finished his appointments early. As he was dressed, he didn’t bother heading home to shower and to get ready to go out. He knew if he did, he wouldn’t get out until late, if he was able to leave the house at all. With his father gone, Michael moved in with his mother to help her out. She always seemed to come up with reasons for him to not go out. Considering that he had turned 37 a month earlier, he hated having to ask Mommy for permission to stay out past his bedtime.

Technically, Michael was still married, although he and his wife hadn’t been together in over a year. She moved out and told him she wanted a divorce, but she was insisting that he pay for it, not her. He had more than enough money for the lawyers and all of the things that went with it. It was the principal. If she wanted the divorce, she could pay for it. It wasn’t like he was sitting around waiting for her to come to her senses and take him back. He just wasn’t going to pay for her to rape him in court.

His normal routine was to go to the Underground, a bar in the basement of an apartment building. Realizing that he hadn’t eaten in the past 9 or so hours, he stopped into the diner for a quick bite to eat before going to the bar. He usually only had a couple, but he still hated to drink on an empty stomach.

Finally arriving at the Underground, he could hear the music from the top of the stairs. The marquee above the door said it was James’ Birthday Fiesta tonight, and the music was being provided by the Party Express. James was the manager of the bar, and a real sleaze. He had an apartment in the building and was known to find one of the patrons to sleep with him at the end of the night. He would ply her with free alcohol, then when the bar closed, and she was in no condition to say “no”, he would take her upstairs, “to keep her from driving drunk”. If that didn’t work out, the bar always had some chick that was too drunk to say no.

As he opened the door, he had to stand there for a second to allow his eyes to adjust. Normally, the place wasn’t this dark, but the DJ was going all out with the dancing lights. It was hard to make out any faces, or where his bar-friends were sitting. Getting his bearings, he headed for the bar.

“Cindy, my love! I have returned from the wars and I am parched. Bring me yon ale with which I might quench my manly thirst!”

“Mikey, you studly piece of man meat! How about we go back into the cooler and you can work off this beer? It’s been a long time, and I could definitely use some of your good loving.”

Michael and Cindy had gotten together a few times, but nothing had ever come of it. It was understood by the both of them that it was what it was. Neither was interested in anything more. They finally realized that they were going to be friends and that sex didn’t feel right, so they stopped. Of course, it didn’t stop them from offering each other any chance they got.

“There ya go, Love,” she said passing over his beer. Michael dropped a five dollar bill on the counter and started walking to a table where a group of friends had gathered. He made it about half-way when he saw a flash of movement. With barely enough time to react, and almost dropping his beer, he turned and caught a female who had launched herself into his arms and buried her face into his neck.

“Save me, save me, save me, save me, save me…”

His mind finally cleared, and he was able to recognize the woman who had attacked him as Debbie, a friend of his from a couple of college classes he had taken a few years ago. She was well known within the circle of friends that inhabited the Underground on the weekends. It was rumored that she was still a virgin at the age of 22. Only a couple of her trusted friends, Michael included, knew for sure that she was.

Debbie was a bit of an oddity to Michael. She was young, barely 22, and he was clocking in at about 37, and she seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with him, both in and out of the bar. There were friends that she had that were close to her age- there had to be- yet she went to concerts with him, ball games, movies… she seemed to spend more time around the “old man” than kids her own age. She wasn’t unattractive- in fact she was a kick boxer and had an athlete’s body. She was just the kind of woman that you would miss on the street. Well, if she wanted to spend time with him, he wouldn’t object too much.

As he held her up, he moved his head away from her.

“So, what’s up, Kiddo?”

“James is trying to get me drunk. Please save me. If I get drunk, he’s gonna try and get me upstairs. I don’t want to go upstairs.”

She buried her head back into his neck.

“Save me, save me, save me, save me, save-“

“OK, OK,” Michael replied. “I get it. You want me to save you from Jimmy.”

He let her down, so she could stand on her own feet and kept his arms around her. By the smell of her breath, James had not only tried to get her drunk, but had actually succeeded.

“What ataşehir escort has Jimmy been feeding you?”

“Tequila Rose. It’s my favorite.”

“Yeah. How many of them has he bought you?”

Debbie giggled.

“I’ve only had about three shots.”

“Only two shots of tequila, eh?”

“Well,” Debbie replied, “that and two or three beers.”

Michael looked at his watch.

“What time did you get here?”

“Oh, about 9:30 or so.”

“So,” Michael looked at his watch again. “In the past two hours you’ve had two shots and two beers…”

He was right… James had succeeded in getting her drunk.

“OK, love. I’ll stick with you the rest of the night and make sure you get home unmolested.”

The next two and a half hours went without too much of an incident. Micheal’s bar friends showed up at the table to say hello, and a couple of the girls made passes at him to judge their chances of after-hours activity with him, and then they all left. James stopped by the table once to see if Debbie needed anything to drink- on the house, of course.

“Yo, Jimmy,” Michael said. “You know she isn’t the kind of girl that is going to go upstairs with you. Just let her go.”

Jimmy smiled. “Maybe that’s her decision to make, not yours. Now, I offered her a drink, so I think it is up to her to take the drink and enjoy it.”

“Actually,” Michael said standing up, “I think she did make her decision. The fact that she is sitting here with me and you are trying to get her back over there with you so no one can stop you from your evil plan means that she has decided to stay here, and not end this evening with you bouncing up and down on top of her.”

“Jimmy, please…” Debbie pleaded.

“Let me tell you something,” James said, leaning forward.

“Shove.”

“This isn’t over,” James threatened.

“Somehow, unless you and I are going to throw right here, I’m saying it is. Now, Debbie has told you she no longer wishes to have you get her too drunk to say, “no” and it is time for you to try and find another victim to rape tonight.”

James started to walk away with his fists clenched. He was not happy with the way this night was working out.

Debbie stood up and gave Michael a hug.

“Thank you for doing that. I know I am too drunk to stop him from taking advantage of this, and I don’t want my first time to be with some random asshole who gets me drunk and doesn’t care about me.”

“Not an issue. I don’t like people messing with my friends. Besides, your first time should be at least a little more special than being drunk and in a dump above a bar with no real furniture and that hasn’t been cleaned in a year. Anyhow… you want another beer?”

Debbie laughed. “Now, you’re trying to get me drunk? Don’t you think I’ve had enough?”

“OK, OK… you caught me. I’m trying to get you drunk and take you out behind the garbage cans in back so I can rip your clothes off, have my wicked ways with you and leave you for dead. Is it working? Friday night started out like any other. Michael was in sales, and he had finished his appointments early. As he was already dressed, he didn’t bother heading home to shower and to get ready to go out. He knew if he did, he wouldn’t get out until late, if he was able to leave the house at all. With his father gone, Michael moved in with his mother to help her out. With him still being married, and his mother not believing in married men going out on the town, it was always a fight, and she always seemed to come up with reasons for him to not go out. Considering that he had turned 37 just a month earlier, he hated having to ask Mommy for permission to stay out past his bed time.

Technically, Michael was still married, although he and his wife hadn’t been together in over a year. She moved out and told him she wanted a divorce, but she was insisting that he pay for it, not her. He had more than enough money for the lawyers and all of the things that went with it; however, it was the principal that if she wanted the divorce, she could pay for it. It wasn’t like he was sitting around waiting for her to come to her senses and take him back. He just wasn’t going to pay for her to rape him in court.

His normal routine was to go to the Underground, a bar in the basement of an apartment building. Realizing that he hadn’t eaten in the past 9 or so hours, he stopped into the diner for a quick bite to eat before going to the bar. He usually only had a couple, but he still hated to drink on an empty stomach.

Finally arriving at the Underground, he could hear the music from the top of the stairs. The marquee above the door said it was James’ Birthday Party tonight, and the music was being provided by the Party Express. James was the manager of the bar, and a real sleaze. He had an apartment upstairs in the building and was known to find one of the patrons to go upstairs with him at the end of the night by plying her with free alcohol all night, and then when the pendik escort bar closed and she was in no condition to say “no”, he would take her upstairs, “to keep her from driving drunk”. If that didn’t work out, the bar always had some chick that was too drunk to say no.

As he opened the door, he had to stand there for a second to allow his eyes to adjust. Normally, the lights weren’t this low, and the DJ was going all out with the dancing lights, so it was hard to make out any faces, or where his bar-friends were sitting,. Getting his bearings, he headed for the bar.

“Cindy, my love! I have returned from the wars and I am parched. Bring me yon ale with which I might quench my manly thirst!”

“Mikey, you studly piece of man meat! How about we go back into the cooler and you can work off this beer? It’s been a long time, and I could definitely use some of your good loving.”

Michael and Cindy had gotten together a few times, but nothing had ever come of it. It was understood by the both of them that it was what it was. Neither was interested in anything more. They finally realized that they were going to be friends and that sex just didn’t feel right, so they stopped. Of course, it didn’t stop them from offering each other any chance they got.

“There ya go, Love,” she said passing over his beer. Michael dropped a five dollar bill on the counter and started walking to a table where a group of friends had gathered. He made it about half-way when he saw a flash of movement. With barely enough time to react, and almost dropping his beer, he turned and caught a female who had launched herself into his arms and buried her face into his neck. He had to pull her long brown hair out of his face.

“Save me, save me, save me, save me, save me…”

His mind finally cleared and he was able to recognize the woman who had attacked him as Debbie, a friend of his from a couple of college classes he had taken a few years ago. She was well known within the circle of friends that inhabited the Underground on the weekends. It was also fairly well rumored that she was still a virgin at the age of 22. Only a couple of her trusted friends, Michael included, knew for sure that she was.

Debbie was a bit of an oddity to Michael. She was young, barely 22, and he was clocking in at about 37, and she seemed to spend an inordinate amount of time with him, both here and away from here. There were friends that she had that were close to her age- there had to be- yet she went to concerts with him, ball games, movies… she seemed to spend more time around the “old man” than kids her own age. She wasn’t unattractive- in fact she was a kick boxer and had a body that only an athlete could maintain- and was actually basically the kind of woman that you would miss on the street, as she had nothing special about her to make you notice. Well, if she wanted to spend time with him, he wouldn’t object too much.

As he held her up, he moved his head away from her.

“So, what’s up, Kiddo?”

“James is trying to get me drunk. Please save me. If I get drunk, he’s gonna try and get me upstairs. I don’t want to go upstairs.”

She buried her head back into his neck.

“Save me, save me, save me, save me, save-“

“OK, OK,” Michael replied. “I get it. You want me to save you from Jimmy.”

He let her down so she could stand on her own feet and kept his arms around her. By the smell of her breath, James had not only tried to get her drunk, but had actually succeeded.

“What has Jimmy been feeding you?”

“Tequila Rose. It’s my favorite.”

“Yeah. How many of them has he bought you?”

Debbie giggled.

“I’ve only had about three shots.”

“Only three shots of tequila, eh?”

“Well,” Debbie replied, “that and three or four beers.”

Michael looked at his watch.

“What time did you get here?”

“Oh, about 9:30 or so.”

“So,” Michael looked at his watch again. “In the past two hours you’ve had three shots and three beers…”

He was right… James had succeeded in getting her drunk.

“OK, love. I’ll stick with you the rest of the night and make sure you get home unmolested.”

The next couple of hours went without too much of an incident. Micheal’s bar friends showed up at the table to say hello, and one or two of the girls made passes at him to judge their chances of after-hours activity with him, and then they all left. James stopped by the table once to see if Debbie needed anything to drink- on the house, of course.

“Yo, Jimmy,” Michael said. “You know she isn’t the kind of girl that is going to go upstairs with you. Just let her go.”

Jimmy smiled. “Maybe that’s her decision to make, not yours. Now, I offered her a drink, so I think it is up to her to take the drink and enjoy it.”

“Actually,” Michael said standing up, “I think she did make her decision. The fact that she is sitting here with me and you are trying to get her back over there with you so no one can stop you from ümraniye escort your evil plan means that she has decided to stay here, and not end this evening with you bouncing up and down on top of her.”

“Jimmy, please…” Debbie pleaded.

“Let me tell you something,” James said, leaning forward.

“Shove.”

“This isn’t over,” James threatened.

“Somehow, unless you and I are going to throw right here, I’m saying it is. Now, Debbie has told you she no longer wishes to have you get her too drunk to say, “no”. It is time for you to try and find another victim to rape tonight.”

James started to walk away with his fists clenched. He was not happy with the way this night was working out.

Debbie stood up and gave Michael a hug.

“Thank you for doing that. I know I am too drunk to stop him from taking advantage of this, and I don’t want my first time to be with some random asshole who gets me drunk and doesn’t care about me.”

“Not an issue. I don’t like people messing with my friends. Besides, your first time should be at least a little more special than being drunk and in a dump above a bar with no real furniture and that hasn’t been cleaned in a year. Anyhow… you want another beer?”

Debbie laughed. “Now, you’re trying to get me drunk? Don’t you think I’ve had enough?”

“OK, OK… you caught me. I’m trying to get you drunk and take you out behind the garbage cans in back so I can rip your clothes off, have my wicked ways with you and leave you for dead. Is it working?”

“Well, I am drunk….”

The music changed to something soft and slow. Debbie grabbed Michael by the arm and pulled.

“Come on, I want to dance with my hero.”

Michael allowed himself to be dragged to the dance floor. Debbie turned, put her arms around his neck and buried her face into his shoulder. As they stood there swaying to the music, Michael began to become aware of her leg grinding against his pelvis. Although, he was sure it was simply an accident caused by the way they were dancing, it was still difficult to keep himself from becoming aroused at the sensation of her touching him, and the smell of her hair. Perhaps the alcohol was getting to him as well.

After the song ended, they stood there for another couple of seconds enjoying the feeling of holding the other. James walked past them.

“Why don’t you just take her upstairs and fuck her. Someone has to.”

By the time Michael registered what was said, and turned to meet the new threat, James had moved behind the bar and was drinking another beer. Michael led Debbie back to their table and looked at his watch. It was around quarter till 2:00 and almost time for the bar to close. About then, the DJ announced last call.

“What do you figure? One more for the road, and then we head out to complete the circuit?”

The “circuit” was starting at the Underground until 2:00 when it closed. Then, everyone went to an after hours club to hang out for a bit more. The last stop was the all night diner for one last chance to hook up with some entertainment for the evening… although, if you didn’t go into the diner with someone, you never left with anyone. It was the same every weekend in the small coal town they lived in: the same people, going to the same places with the same people…

“OK. How about another shot of Tequila Rose. That’s how I started this evening, how about you buy me one to end it?”

“Ok, then… one soda coming up.”

Michael went to the bar and got a Coke for both of them. He wasn’t going to risk his job, or Debbie’s life by driving when he had been drinking. He returned to the table.

“There you go, Doll. One soda for the lovely lady at table 6.”

“Why, you flatter me so,” Debbie replied in her best fake Southern accent.

Shortly after that, the lights came on.

“Come on, Kiddo. Time to make the trek to the fire company. I’ll drive.”

“You’re gonna have to drive. I only live around the corner, so I always walk.”

They got up and left along with everyone else.

**************

The after hours club was crowded like always with people from four or five different bars who all met there at 2:00. State law required bars to close at 2:00, but allowed private clubs to remain open until 3:00. Everyone who didn’t want the party to stop, or who had not found a partner for the night, all congregated. It was set up like most dives: bar, pool tables, dance floor, shuffle board machine. This last piece of equipment is where Michael and Debbie found themselves. He left her standing there while he went to go get another round for them. When he got back, Debbie was trying very hard not to be seen.

“What?”

Debbie pointed towards the door.

“James just walked in. I don’t want him to see me.”

“I’ll tell you what, Sweetheart, let him see you. In fact, we’ll make it easy for him to see you.”

Michael put their drinks on the shuffleboard track and grabbed her by the hips.

“Come on, Debbie, jump up here on the machine. Trust me, it’ll be OK.”

She did as she was told, and Michael handed her another soda and stepped between her legs facing her.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“Simple,” he replied. “James is a first class letch, but a woman thief he isn’t. Once he looks over and sees us like this, he will realize that we are together and will leave you alone.”

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Author’s notes.

My stories are based on my personal experiences. They are NOT fiction or fantasy. Each story is as close to accurate to what actually happened as I can remember, and I have a pretty good memory (even many years later).

These stories are posted in the order that they happened, so if you want to read them first to last, just read the story with the oldest publish date first and then move through the stories from oldest to newest, and you will be reading them in order.

Nobody in this story was underage.

* * * * * * * * * * *

Hi. I’m Pete. Since I was living in Angeles City, I was meeting new girls all the time. For one thing, I would keep my eyes open when I was walking along Fields Avenue. It was surprising how often I would see a girl walking or standing along the street with a suitcase in her hand a confused look on her face. This almost always meant that she had been lured to AC by the offer of a job that turned out to be something she hadn’t expected. These girls had few resources, even fewer options and usually no ideas. Helping them could be a quick key to their hearts (and often was for me).

When I saw Bing standing outside of a bar staring at a piece of paper, I knew that she was one of the “lost girls” of AC. I came up next to her and asked if there was any way that I could help. Her first reaction was, “I don’t see how.”

I asked, “Have you eaten today? That might be a good place to start.”

“No,” she replied, “But I don’t have any money.”

“I didn’t ask if you had money.” I said. “I only asked if you were hungry. I am inviting you to have dinner with me.”

“Why would you do that?” she asked.

“Because you look hungry and confused,” I replied. “I just wanted to help you.”

She bowed her head, “Thank you. I am hungry.”

“What is your name? I asked.

“My name is Bing,” she replied.

I took her bag, and we walked to a café that served sandwiches. “Where are you from?” I asked.

I am from Mindanao,” she answered. “It is a long way from here, and I have no way to get home.”

“Why would you go home?” I questioned.

“I came here because I was promised a job, but they tricked me and wanted me to work as a prostitute,” she replied. “I am not a prostitute. I am a good girl.

“I can see that,” I said. The waitress came over, and I ordered soups and sandwiches for both of us. I asked if Bing had any dietary restrictions before I ordered because of where she was from. There are a lot of Muslims on Mindanao.

Bing understood what I was asking and said, “I am Catholic, not Muslim. I can eat whatever you buy for me. I’m not picky, especially now.”

I decided to order Bing two soups and sandwiches even though I only ordered one set for myself. She looked hungry enough to eat them. It was a good choice because she practically vacuumed her plates and bowls clean.

We talked during and after dinner. As I had assumed, Bing had no resources, no plan and no hope. I offered to let her stay with me until she found someplace to work. Of course, she had all kinds of questions.

“Where would I sleep?” she asked.

“On my bed,” I replied.

“Where would you sleep?” she asked.

“On the same bed. It is a big bed,” I answered.

“Does anybody else live with you? She asked.

“No,” I said. “I live alone.”

“Why don’t you have a wife or girlfriend living with you?”

“I haven’t found the right girl yet,” I replied. She finally decided that she didn’t have any other options other than sleeping on the street, so she accepted my offer to let her stay with me.

She asked, “Will you expect anything in return for letting me stay with you?”

“I won’t do anything that you tell me not to do,” I said. “I don’t expect anything in return.” That seemed to satisfy her. I paid the bill and we walked to my apartment. I had recently changed apartments because of a nasty breakup with another girl, but my new apartment was still clean and tidy. Bing was impressed.

I had her sit on the bed while I mixed drinks at the kitchen counter. She commented that the bed really was big. “My whole family slept in an area this size, and I have seven sisters.” She liked the orange juice mixed drink that I brought her. We talked more, and I kept her glass full. She seemed to be really thirsty.

The Everclear in her drinks was starting to relax her, and she lay her head back on the pillow. We continued to talk, and the conversation started to get more personal. She had already asked why I wasn’t married, so I turned the same question on her. She replied, “My father wanted me to marry a local man who was asking him about me, but I didn’t like him. He was missing half of his teeth and he was ugly. I couldn’t see a life with him.”

She continued, “When I saw the job offer in Angeles City posted at my barangay hall, I decided to take a chance. I barely had enough money to get here, but then I didn’t have any money for food. I haven’t eaten for three days and barely had anything to drink.” I topped off her kadıköy escort glass one more time, and she downed it quickly.

By now, Bing was getting a bit sleepy. She hadn’t had enough to be drunk, but I didn’t want her to pass out with exhaustion from her travels, and I took a chance and leaned in to kiss her. “What was that for?” she asked.

“I saw a beautiful girl on my bed, and I wanted to kiss her. Is that alright?” I asked.

“Yes,” she replied. “It was kind of nice.”

“May I kiss you some more?” I asked.

She softly replied, “Yes.” I leaned in to kiss her again. This time, I lengthened the kiss and used my tongue to explore her lips and mouth. She liked it. “More, please,” she whispered.

I complied, and went in for a third, more passionate kiss. This time, my hands were wandering around her body as our tongues danced. She tried to block my hands at first, but soon gave up and allowed my hands to cover her breasts. Between kisses, she said, “I have small boobs. You probably won’t like them.”

“On the contrary,” I replied. “I think your breasts are perfect.” With that, my hand slid up under her top and her bra, and landed directly on her nipple. “Nice,” I said.

“Oh,” she whispered. “I’m not sure we should be doing this, but it feels good. Maybe just a little.”

I slowly pushed her top and bra up to expose her breasts, and then I started suckling her nipples. I got quite a reaction, and she was thrashing around on the bed under me. At no time, though, did she ever try to push me away from her nipples. I eventually had her bra and top up around her neck, which was binding her, and she slipped them over her head and off. She was now naked from the waist up.

Bing was now using her hands to guide my suckling, switching my mouth from side to side and back again. She especially liked when I sucked her nipples in with a lot of suction. Bing held my head close to her breast.

She was so preoccupied with my suckling that she never even noticed her skirt and panties sliding down her legs and off her feet.

I unbuttoned my shirt and took it off, and then pushed my pants and boxers down and off as well. I was now laying between her open legs with nothing between us. Because she obviously didn’t want my lips to leave her breasts, I started to slide my cock around in the natural lubrication her pussy was producing.

When I felt the tip of my cock settle into her vaginal entrance, I quickly thrust it up and into her vagina. Her hymen gave up without a fight, and with the exception of a gasp, she gave no vocal indication that anything had changed. She was still moving my head from side to side on her breasts as I let my cock start to slide in and out of her vagina.

I was getting deeper into her pussy with every thrust, and her hips were starting to rock up to meet each thrust. The result was that my cock was soon pressing repeatedly against her cervix. I increased the tempo and the strength of my thrusts, and it became obvious to her that she was actually being fucked for the first time.

Still, she said nothing, and she continued to meet my thrusts with her own. She had released my head by this time, and her hands were behind my back at my waist, pulling me deeper into her vagina.

“God, you feel so good inside,” I said, to which I received a simple moan in reply. She was obviously enjoying the action, and I wanted to supply as much pleasure to her as possible. I placed my finger on her clit as my cock continued to pound up into her cervix. This quickly took her over the edge, and her body started thrashing around as her orgasm hit.

Her pussy was milking my cock, and I felt my seed start to flow up from my balls. I pressed the head of my cock into her cervix, and sent blast after blast of hot sperm into her womb. Our orgasms seemed to last forever, but finally we both collapsed into a heap.

When Bing started to recover, she said, “I didn’t say that you could do that.”

“Maybe you weren’t listening earlier,” I replied. “I said that I wouldn’t do anything you told me NOT to do. You never said that I couldn’t fuck you, and you certainly enjoyed it. You can’t deny that.”

“No, I can’t deny that,” she said. “I just thought that you would ask first.”

I laughed, “With the way you were wanting me to suckle your breasts, I wasn’t able to say anything at all. When my cock settled into your pussy, I just pushed it in. It seemed like a completely natural next step.”

“The question is, what do we do now?” she said. “I am fertile and you shot your sperm up into me. I could feel it going all the way up inside of me. What will happen if I have a baby?”

“If you get pregnant,” I replied, “Then we will deal with it. I won’t abandon you.”

“I believe you, Pete,” she said simply. Then she rolled over on me and gave me a kiss. Her brain had switched over to love, and that meant that she would do whatever was necessary to please her man. It was the Filipina way, and she was a typical kartal escort Filipina in that respect.

We fell asleep with her on top of me. I woke in the middle of the night to the feeling of her pussy slowly sliding over my cock. My cock was completely soaked by her lubrication, so I reached down to change the angle of my cock and let it enter her vagina. I didn’t know it at the time, but this all happened while Bing was asleep on top of me. She never woke, even when I came deep inside her again, shooting another load of sperm deep into her womb. I fell asleep with my cock still buried to the hilt in her pussy.

When Bing woke in the morning, my cock was no longer inside of her pussy, and she was laying to my side. She thought about the previous evening and decided that God must have willed her to find me. She believed that everything happened because God willed it. She snuggled up close to me and started kissing my nipple. That is a strange way to wake up.

I rolled to face her, and seeing that she was awake, I embraced her with a passionate kiss, which she happily returned. I asked her what she was thinking, and she replied, “I was thinking that maybe God led me to you.”

“Maybe,” I replied. “What did you think about making love last night?”

“I was scared at first,” she said. “I thought that the first time always hurt really bad, but it didn’t hurt much at all with you, even though your cock is so big. That was when I first thought that God must have had a hand in you finding me and helping me. Therefore, he also directed that we make love. And, yes, before you ask, I love you.”

“I will always thank God for that then,” I replied. “What did you think of the second time we made love during the night?”

Bing looked confused and replied, “What second time? I only remember making love once.”

I told her that she was laying on top of me during the night, and that she had made love to me, “It was slower than the first time, but it still felt wonderful to have my cock shooting my seed deep inside of you.”

“So, you shot your sperm into me twice last night?” she asked. “Is there anything else I should know?”

“Hey, I had no idea that you were asleep when we were making love,” I stated. You were the one who started it, so it was natural to assume that you knew what you were doing.”

“I guess that makes sense,” she replied. “So, what are we going to do today?” She had already noticed my erection.

I rolled her onto her back and kissed her deeply. Then I asked, “What would you like to do?”

Bing smiled and said, “Whatever you want is fine with me. It looks like your thing needs attention.”

“What do you know about giving attention to a man’s cock?” I asked.

“Nothing, really,” she whispered. “I watched my father making love to my mother a few times, but it seemed that he just pushed his thing or cock into her and pumped his sperm into her after a minute or so. It didn’t seem like they got much out of it.”

“Hmmm,” I replied. “Maybe I should show you how a good man takes care of a woman first, and then we can work on how a good woman takes care of a man afterwards.”

“OK,” she said.

I started by kissing her, letting our tongues dance in our mouths. When I had her warming up, I shifted my kisses to her earlobes and neck. She liked that immediately and likewise shifted her earlobes and neck toward my mouth. Then, I let my kisses trail down over her upper chest to her breasts, first just sucking lightly at the tender flesh around the edges, and then increasing the suction as I gradually worked my way to her nipples at the centers of her breasts. I probably left a few hickeys along the way.

After reaching her nipples, I sucked each, in turn, into my mouth, switching back and forth to ensure equal time for each nipple. Her hands came up to press me into her breasts, so I continued my journey down her body. I kissed and licked across her belly button and over the small patch of smooth black pubic hair to her pussy lips. I licked through the creases of her pussy, pulling her natural lubrication up from her vaginal entrance to her clitoris, Then, I sucked her clitoris into my mouth, exposing it to my tongue and lips, and uncovering it from its hood.

If Bing had thought to stop me, the words never came to her lips. Instead, moans and squeals of pleasure were the only sounds I heard coming from her. My finger went to work on her G-spot as my mouth sucked on her clit, and it was only a few minutes before she was in the midst of a huge orgasm.

“Oh, my God,” she cried out. “This is amazing.”

Once her orgasm was fully established, I pulled my body up over her and slid my cock deep into her pussy. Her vaginal muscles were massaging my cock even as I pressed it into her depths. I usually last a long time inside of a woman (ten minutes or more), but the pleasure her pussy was giving me from the start sent me rocketing over the top.

Spurt after spurt of my seed were being shot maltepe escort up through her cervix and into her womb before I even realized what was happening. Luckily, my cock did what it always did, and pressed tightly into her cervix to ensure my seed went where it was supposed to.

“Oh my God,” she exclaimed. “You can do that anytime you want to. From this moment forward, I am yours. My body and my soul now belong to you. You have pierced both.”

“I’m glad you liked it,” I said. “We can do more later, but right now I’m hungry.”

“Do you have food here in the apartment?” she asked.

“Yes,” I replied. “There is food in the cupboards and in the refrigerator. Just look and you will find it.”

“OK,” she said, and off to the kitchen she scampered. I stayed in bed watching online videos until she returned carrying a tray full of breakfast food.

“I exclaimed, “Wow! There is so much food, and it looks and smells wonderful.

I could see the pride in her eyes because of my compliment. “Thank you. I do my best.”

“Well,” I said. “I haven’t even tasted it yet, but I think ‘your best’ could get you a job as a cook in any restaurant in the area. Thank you for taking such good care of me.”

“Of course, I will take care of you,” she replied. “You are my man.”

“For now,” I replied, “I am just a man who is giving you a place to stay and helping you to find a job. We will see later if anything comes from it.”

Bing put on her ‘sad’ face. “OK, but that doesn’t mean that I won’t do everything I can to make you my man.”

“Fair enough,” I replied. “If doing everything you can includes creating great meals like this, then finding you a job will be easy.”

She smiled. “Do you really like it, Pete?”

I was eating by now, and the food was delicious. “I love it,” I said. “Take the other silverware and help me with this. I could never eat it all by myself.”

Bing turned into a human vacuum cleaner and started hoovering up the food on the tray. She was obviously still hungry from her ordeal, but she was waiting until my needs were met before indulging her own needs. Definitely girlfriend material in that way, but I would have to see all sides of her personality before making any commitments. I had already been down that road before and had no intention of repeating my mistakes.

After we had consumed breakfast, Bing took the tray to the kitchen, and I could hear her singing to herself as she washed and put away the dishes and cookware. I stayed in the bed watching online videos until she returned.

Bing took off the robe she had been wearing during breakfast, and snuggled in beside me. She didn’t say anything, but rather just started exploring my cock and balls with her fingers. I told her, “Maybe we should get a shower before we go any further.”

“OK,” she said, as she hopped up from the bed running to the bathroom. I was right behind her, and she waited until after I adjusted the water temperature in the shower before getting in. Then, she came right next to me, covering her body in water, and rubbing it against me at the same time.

I suggested that she use the soap to get acquainted with my body, and then I could do the same for her. She blushed, but she took the soap and started washing me all over. I told her, “Pay special attention to my cock and balls. They need to be clean because you will be sucking them.” I don’t think that she understood that pleasing a man involved sucking his cock until just then, but she focused on my cock, getting to know every bit of it before rinsing me off.

Now it was my turn to wash her, and I paid a lot of attention to her breasts and pussy. Of course, I washed her thoroughly all over her body, but I had a lot of fun with her breasts and pussy. By the time she was rinsed off, her pussy was weeping natural lubrication. I swung her around to face the wall, placed her hands against the wall as I leaned her upper body into it, and entered her pussy from behind.

She gasped, “Is this part of pleasing a man?” as my cock pressed against her cervix deep inside of her pussy.

“This is the most important part of pleasing a man,” I replied. “You will please your man most by paying close attention to his spoken and unspoken desires and fulfilling those desires without any resistance or objection.”

“OK,” she replied. With that, she pushed her bottom toward me, pressing my cock even deeper into her pussy. This was followed by thrust after withdrawal after thrust after withdrawal for the next ten minutes or so, resulting in both of us experiencing the height of pleasure.

When we both started to orgasm, it felt like our bodies had melted into each other, and there was no boundary or separation between us. I could feel my sperm rising in my balls and being pumped in long ropes through her cervix and into her womb. I could feel her vaginal muscles milking my cock as it shot its load deep inside of her. This was paradise on Earth. If heaven didn’t feel like this, then how could it be heaven?

It took a few minutes for us to recover, but when we started coming around, Bing immediately started soaping up both my cock and her pussy again. She hadn’t forgotten that I wanted a clean playing field. We rinsed and dried before returning to the bed. Once there, though, we both collapsed and fell asleep. It was at least an hour later when we woke again.

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