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After a day of meetings, I arrived in the office late afternoon and had barely sat down at my desk when Dione, my chief financial officer walked in and closed the door behind her. That immediately set off alarm bells. I don’t hide things from my employees, many of whom have worked for me for a long time, so I rarely have closed-door meetings. When Dione sat in the chair opposite my desk, that was another alarm bell and I really started to worry about what was wrong. Dione started off as my executive assistant and was my very first employee. Even though she has been happily married for a while, we have history and she likes to flirt so usually she would have perched on my desk, so I could get a good view of her long, perfectly shaped legs in fishnet stockings and four-inch stiletto heels.

“What’s wrong? I said.

“It’s Kelly,” Dione replied. “In the last two or three days we’ve received six requests to garnishee her wages. The companies making the request won’t tell me anything, privacy of course, but given the amount of money she makes, she’s obviously in deep trouble financially if she can’t keep up her payments.”

“You’re dead right. Kelly is the best sales person we’ve got so and between her base salary and the commission and bonuses she’s picking up, she’s got some sort of major problem if she can’t pay her bills,” I said. “She may just be living beyond her means, but she could have some sort of major problem and need some help. Bottom line, we need to find out what’s going on.”

“She certainly is a great sales person, one of the best I’ve ever seen,” said Dione. “But right now, what are we going to do?”

“Is there any sort of mandated response time for these garnishee requests?” I said.

“Yes, once a company receives a request the garnishee should be in place by the next pay cycle unless it’s received less than a week before pay day.”

“OK, that’s good,” I said. “Everyone has just been paid so we’ve got the best part of a month to sort all this out.”

“What are we going to do?” Dione asked.

“You need to give me the garnishee notices and I need to talk to Kelly to try and find out what on earth is going on.”

“And then?” Dione said.

“It depends on her attitude. If she takes responsibility for what she’s done and asks for help then I’ll see what I can do to help her. If she doesn’t, then we’ll just put through the garnishees and monitor her performance closely.”

“I thought you’d say something like that,” Dione said. “You’re a good man, James.”

“It’s the fair thing to do. We don’t know what’s behind her financial issues. It could be sheer recklessness but there could also be some major challenge she’s going through that she hasn’t told us about. I think Kelly has almost as much potential as you and my investment in your development over the years has paid off rather well.”

“You say the nicest things,” Dione said as she bent over to kiss me full on the lips before heading out the door.

What in the hell was that about I thought as I watched Dione’s perfect ass and legs walk out the door. Dione and I have history, but she hadn’t kissed me like that in years.

When I first put Dione on as my PA she was single and I was still married, albeit unhappily. I was 37 and she was 27. My wife, Maria, and I had married young, I was 25, she was 22. It was a silly thing to do but my family and all our friends kept on saying what a catch she was, that I was batting way above my average etc., and that I should get a ring on her finger before someone else did. In some ways Maria and I were a great match, intellectually we complemented each other perfectly. I am great at generating ideas but tend to be lazy and drop things at the first obstacle. Maria was incredibly disciplined and had a great work ethic. She was terrific at helping me work out which ideas were worth persevering with and had a tremendous appetite for work which inspired me to stick at things more rather than give up and try something else. As an economic unit we were second to none and we were each other’s best friend. Sex was where things fell apart.

When it came to sex I know two things. The first is that sexual incompatibility is a major destroyer of relationships and the second is that sexually I was very adventurous. Before Maria and I started dating seriously I had been in a relationship with a much older woman who was rather sexually adventurous. Sally would let me do anything I wanted to her as long as didn’t involve shit and I mean anything.

We fucked on our second date, then she sucked my cock until I came in her mouth. She swallowed that time but I could have blown my load anywhere I wanted. The next date she wanted me to fuck her ass so I did. It felt fantastic so I did it again – often. For the 18 months or so we were together she never let my morning hard on go to waste, she’d suck me, fuck me or at the very least give me a hand job.

We went to swingers’ clubs and gang bang parties, escort topkapı I’d share her with guys she picked up at pubs and clubs and she’d share me with bi-girls that we picked up together. For her 35th birthday party we went to a swingers’ club and she sucked my cock on all fours while 35 guys came up, fucked her from behind and pinned up the loaded condom on the wall like some online gang bang videos. She had only wanted 35 but somehow the club let 39 guys in. Sally didn’t want anyone to miss out so four guys got to blow their load in her mouth that night.

Another time we were showering together and I started to piss. Quick as a flash, Sally got on her knees, wrapped her lips around my cock and drank every bit of it. Sounds weird but it felt almost as good as cumming in her mouth. She must have enjoyed it because at the next gang bang party we went to she told all the guys there to just piss in her mouth instead of going to the bathroom. Some were weirded out by the request but most of them were happy to and Sally happily guzzled down piss all night as well as sucking and fucking a dozen guys.

All in all, I was in a sexual paradise and even though Sally was 10 years older than me, after 18 months I suggested I move in as soon as I could find someone to take over the lease on my apartment. Bad move. She said she’d think about it but didn’t call me or return any of my calls for a week. She finally called and invited me out to her place for the weekend but all weekend she seemed sad and distracted, although the sex was as awesome as ever. Over dinner on Sunday night she ended the relationship. She said the age gap was too big and she never intended for us to be like a proper couple, it was just about the sex. I tried to get her to change her mind, but she was adamant that it was over.

Maria and I had gone to different high schools but we’d run across each other regularly at debating competitions and we became friends despite me being three years older. Given that girls mature faster than boys at that age we were well matched. The friendship deepened when we ended up at the same university together and completely by chance she moved into the apartment next door to mine. I had worked for two years before going to university so I was only a year ahead of her despite the age gap and because I did an honours year we ended up hitting the real world at the same time.

I didn’t realise it, but Maria had had a crush on me ever since the first time we met at a debating competition. Because I was older, when we first met I was an old hand who had represented my school at regional, state and national competitions for a couple of years, but it was her first regional competition. Maria had got lost on the large university campus that was hosting the regional competition and was starting to stress that she wouldn’t be able to find where she was supposed to be in before the debate started and by the time she asked me for help she was almost in tears. Luckily for her, our respective lecture theatres were opposite each other so I walked her to where she was supposed to be and taught her a quick meditation and deep breathing exercise to calm her nerves on the way. Her team totally blew away their opponents on her first outing and she hung around till my heat was finished to thank me. I got a big hug and a kiss hello when we met at the state competition a few months later and from then on we hung out together at debating competitions and caught up occasionally out of school.

When Sally ended the relationship I was heartbroken, but Maria was too smart to be a rebound girl, she let a couple of others take the fall on that before making her move. We were walking home from work one evening when out of the blue she asked me why I’d never asked her out. I was surprised to say the least and stuttered something about not wanting to risk wrecking a good friendship by hitting on her.

The truth was, in all the years we’d known each other she’d never let on she thought about me that way. And I always thought my looks were pretty average, but Maria’s Italian mother had passed on the looks of a slightly less voluptuous Monica Bellucci and I thought she was totally out of my league. When she turned to me and said, “Well if you ever did ask me out, the answer would be yes,” I nearly tripped over my own feet.

“Umm. But. Umm. Maria. Umm. Would you. Umm. Like to go out for dinner tonight?” I barely managed to get out, I was so surprised.

“I’d love to, you doofus,” she said. “There’s a new Italian restaurant in Leichardt I want to try. I’ll book it, you pick me up at 7, wear a jacket.”

We held hands as we walked back to the car and when I dropped her home I got a smouldering kiss goodbye, matched by similarly passionate kiss hello when I picked her up that evening. I guess because we’d been friends for years before we started dating things moved quickly and we became a couple within escort weeks. Six months after the first date we moved in together and a year after that we were married. Maria knew about some of the stuff that Sally and I used to do and she laid down some ground rules early on. Swingers clubs and gang bangs were out of the question, as was anal, but she was happy to try other things. After trying it, Maria found she quite enjoyed being spit roasted and more than a few times a girlfriend of hers would stay at our place and the three of us would end up in bed together.

So far so good, but then we got married. Like most newlyweds, we were all over each other on our honeymoon and that kept going for a while. But all the adventurous stuff such as threesomes stopped fairly quickly. At first it didn’t bother me that much. Having two girls at once occasionally was a lot of fun, but I loved Maria far more deeply than I ever had Sally. I didn’t mind her blowing another guy but often felt uncomfortable if he wanted to fuck her. It was her call of course but I always felt relieved on those occasions when she refused and felt a little twinge of jealousy when she didn’t. In the end there was no formal discussion about it, I just realised one day that it had been a year or more since we’d last brought a male or female playmate home with us.

Sex between the two of us was still good but within a few short years it just went from bad to worse. Our careers were both going ahead full throttle and Maria was also doing her PhD in her “spare time” but it got to the point where I only ever got a blowjob after I’d gone down on her and even then, not always. Instead of wakeup blowjobs and morning glories, I got pushed out of bed to make coffee. Instead of trying to distract me by flashing her tits or playing with my cock when she was bored watching Super 14 Rugby with me, she’d go into her study and work. Around about this time I got made redundant. I had been with the company for a while and got a healthy redundancy which put a lot of cash into the bank so at 34, I set up my own business.

Within a year I was making double what I made working for someone else, in two years almost five times, but I was working 14-hour days and at that point I realised needed to employ staff. Dione was my first hire. Her official title was personal assistant, but she quickly started helping with marketing and financials as well. With a business and accounting degree it seemed there was nothing she couldn’t do and the business really took off. We hired more people and Dione became office and HR manager as well, but it wasn’t long before we were big enough that we needed full time people in those roles too. I know I’m good at what I do but Dione was even better and hiring her was the best decision I’d ever made.

For the first few months we worked together it was very professional but also friendly. We got on like a house on fire right from that first meeting. Eventually Dione started to flirt a bit and I responded in kind but always kept within bounds. Not long after the flirting started I was invited to present at a conference. It was being held at a resort in the Whitsundays, things had been manic for the last few months and Dione had been working as hard as I had, so I asked her if she wanted to come to the conference. She wouldn’t have a lot of work to do because I’d be conferencing, I’d just need her to keep on top of my email and handle any urgent issues that came up.

She came to the conference and had a great time for three days, hanging out on the beach and by the pool as well as exploring the island and hitting the day spa which I’d told her to charge to the corporate account. The conference wound up at lunch time on the third day but I’d decided to stay an extra night so I could go do some snorkelling and have a bit of downtime myself.

For much of the conference Dione had worn little more than a tiny G-string bikini during the day; I swear my handkerchief had more fabric in it. If other conference delegates were around she’d throw on a sarong but if it was just me she stayed in her bikini, giving me a great view of her incredible body. Dione was almost as tall as me, about 5’10”, with long dark red-brown hair and unusual for a redhead, slightly olive skin. Very athletic with barely any fat, her boobs were a good size, a well filled B, small C probably, and very firm with hardly any bounce as she moved.

Much to my surprise when I said I was going snorkelling, she came with me and seemed to have a great time. It was the first time she had ever done it and she was excited as a kid at seeing the reef closeup. As we walked around the island she couldn’t stop talking about it and how it was just like being in a David Attenborough documentary. She was wearing one of her tiny little bikinis again – she seemed to have a new one for each day – and I had plenty of time to enjoy the sight of her incredible body.

After the circuit of escort fatih the island we hiked up to the highest point of the island where there was a look out. The view was incredible, blue sky and the sea myriad shades of blue as we looked out over the Great Barrier Reef and we just sat there together, quiet, comfortable in each other’s company looking at the view.

Later that evening we had dinner together at the resort’s upmarket restaurant. The conference had been a great success. My presentation had gone down very well and we’d picked up some more work from existing customers and got a lot of interest from some prospective clients. I was in the mood to celebrate and the restaurant had an impressive wine list so I kicked the night off with a bottle of vintage Bollinger champagne.

Dione looked incredible in a backless halter necked black dress and more than a few husbands and boyfriends got a dig in the ribs for ogling her a little too obviously or frequently. We started off talking about work but before long we were talking about all sorts of things; family, interests, what we did in our spare time, what we thought about various issues of the day. We laughed, we debated some issues spiritedly but respectfully and were in furious agreement about others. I always knew Dione was smart but as the night wore on my admiration for this beautiful and intelligent woman increased the longer we talked.

She surprised me when she asked, “Are you happy?”

“That’s a hell of a question,” I replied. “Does it look like I’m not?”

“It is and yes, sometimes,” Dione said. “I get the impression that you love your wife totally and utterly but you’re not happy with the way the relationship is going.”

I hadn’t talked about my growing dissatisfaction with my marriage to anyone but before I knew it I started to talk to Dione. I could hear the voice of my relationship counsellor mother in my head. “The last person you should be talking to about your marital problems was an attractive woman who could possibly be interested in replacing your wife,” so at first I was guarded, admitting I was unhappy but not going into any great detail. As the night progressed I found myself opening up and telling Dione more and more. The wine that we drank with dinner had a lot to do with it but I also needed to talk to someone because as I talked, I realised that I was desperately unhappy.

“I shouldn’t be telling you this as we work together and everything,” I said, “but you’re the first person I’ve felt that I could talk to.”

“Have you tried talking to some of your male friends,” Dione asked.

“It is difficult because I don’t have many close male friends, Maria has been my best friend since high school, but yes, I have,” I replied. “They all have kids and their sex lives are even worse so they think I’m complaining about nothing. Most of them reckon that even boring sex once a week with a woman as stunning as Maria is better than what they’ve got.”

“But how do you feel about that?” Dione asked.

I went silent for a while, trying to find the words to express how I felt.

“Do you remember the old joke about the bride who says she’s incredibly happy because once the wedding is over she’ll never have to give her husband to be a blowjob ever again?”

Dione nodded. “Yes. It’s one of those stereotypical metaphors that are uncomfortably insightful.”

“Yeah, that’s how I think about it as well. And you see, I swore that I didn’t want to marry a woman like that, that I didn’t want my life to be like that. I swore that I didn’t want to be begging for a blowjob on my birthday a few years after I got married.”

“But that’s what you ended up with,” Dione said.

“Yes, that’s what I ended up with. Maybe those self-development snake oil salespeople like Tony Robbins are right and the universe doesn’t recognise the word don’t. Maybe I brought this all upon myself even though I was desperately trying to avoid it.”

Dione leaned back in her chair and looked at me. “I think you’re being too hard on yourself but the question is what are you going to do about it?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “In every other way we are incredibly compatible, and it seems just crazy to blow up a marriage over lousy sex. Not to mention that my family and hers are both Catholic and would go nuts if I just walked out. Maria and I have achieved so much together, I would never have taken the step of starting my own business without her support and we wouldn’t have had the financial reserves if she’d been like most her friends who spend money faster than they earn it. Maria’s always be incredibly disciplined with money and she taught me to be like that too. Which meant we already had a year’s living expenses in the bank when I got made redundant. But then she wouldn’t have done her PhD and become an academic without my support, so it’s been a two-way street.”

Dione asked me again. “So again, what are you going to do about it?”

“For now, I’m going to do nothing. I suggested counselling a little while ago. Maybe I need to suggest it again.”

“If leaving the marriage is not an option that’s probably the best you can do,” Dione said. “But for what it’s worth, I think you deserve better than what you’ve got now.”

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Intro

If you are looking for well-written pros, them my stories are not for you.

They are based on the things I have fantasised about throughout my life so are not meant to be realistic or factual.

They are about good, hardcore sex, not romance and so are meant to be fanciful and raunchy; even ‘raw’.

If it can happen in porn films it can happen in my stories so don’t read them and then leave smart arse comments about what teens do and don’t say or 10-inch cocks being ridiculous (Google Jonah Falcon). Just save yourself time and find a different story to read.

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Tom has been working in London and is staying over for the night in an exclusive hotel paid for by his client.

He is running late so doesn’t get there to check in until around 10pm.

He goes to his room to shed his suit and get into a t-shirt, tracky bottoms and a pair of flip flops.

On his way to the sauna he drops in the busy bar to get a bottle of ice cold water.

He doesn’t notice them but they see him. A couple of young girls who have been ‘partying’ the whole evening.

Tom goes to the sauna area, takes off his clothes and puts them in a locker, ties a towel around his waist and heads into the sauna.

The door is at one end with long, built in benches rising 3 high on both sides. The stones and the water bucket are the far end on the floor.

The sauna is quit dry as it has not been used for a while so Tom puts some water on the hot stones to get some steam going and then head to the top seats on to the left.

As he is on his own, he opens up his towel to let the sauna do its work, takes a drink of ice cold water and rests his head on the back wall to chill.

He has only been in there for about ten minutes when the door opens and the two young girls from the bar enter. Tom must have been having a sexy dream as he wakes to see his big cock is erect and standing proud between his legs. He quickly moves his towel to cover himself up to save his embarrassment.

Tom finds it difficult to guess their age but reckons they can’t be more 19 or 20 years old.

They are both only about 5 4, slim, almost skinny even. One has long dark hair and the other has long blonde hair, both have their hair tied up.

“Mind if we join you mister?” asks the blonde, knowing he can’t say no, as they walk to far end where Tom is and sit on the bottom level to the right, opposite Tom.

They sit for a while, and then the blonde leans over to whisper in the ear of her friend. Then she says,

“Hey Mister, would you mind if we took off our towels? It is awfully warm in here!” Asks the blonde, who is obviously the bolder of the two.

What can he say? What should he say? He really would like to see what they have underneath the fluffy white towels.

“That is fine by me.” He responds.

So they both stand up, untuck the folds at the top of their towels that are holding them in place just above their tits and just let the towels drop to the floor around their ankles.

Tom feels the blood surge into his cock instantly.

They are both a bit on the skinny side for his like but they still have good shape. Both have a curved back running into a high, round ass. They have longish legs for their height, with athletic thighs. Surprisingly, to say how thin they are, both have C cup tits. Both are very fuckable!

“Aren’t you going to take your towel back off?” asks the blonde, leading Tom to think that they had been peeping through the window in the door before they came in, whilst he was snoozing. And then this is confirmed when she goes on to say “You haven’t got anything we have not seen already.”

Tom is embarrassed now, and his cheeks go red to show it.

“Come on Mister, you have nothing to be embarrassed about. Looked like you are big boy to me?” Come on let’s see how big it actually is,” she says and then she moves to climb up toward Tom as he opens up his towel.

“Jeez, it looks even bigger close-up Charlie!” she says to her girlfriend, kneeling between Tom’s feet and eying his now semi-hard member which now droops out from the base with the big, swollen head resting between his thighs.

“Can I touch it mister?” She asks. She doesn’t wait for an answer though, she just reaches out with her right hand and curls her long slender fingers, with pink nail extensions, around the middle of his thick shaft. Then she lifts it up and slowly starts to pump it.

The impact is instantaneous. The shaft starts to lengthen and thicken in her hand before their eyes. As she keeps pumping it isn’t long before his cock is fully erect again. She pulls back to admire her handy work.

“Look Charlie, it must be a 10 incher at least and so thick. That would stretch a teen pussy, don’t you think?” She asks her pal, sizing up the cock that is straight in front of her face

“It sure would Millie!” Charlie replies.

And then before anyone can say or do anything else she leans forward, grabs the base if his shaft again with her right hand, pulls back the foreskin and drops her pink, lipstick covered mouth, onto the big purple cockhead to kiss it.

But she doesn’t stop there. As she pulls his cock with her right hand, she takes the big purple head into her mouth to suck on it. Her cheeks are drawn in as she sucks on him hard, sliding her lips back and forth of the fat rim of his cock head.

And she continues sucking, licking and slurping on it as she tugs him whilst playing with her cute, clean-shaven pussy with her left hand. Tom rests his head back on the wall behind him, his eyes closed and in ecstasy as this wanton teen pleasures his huge member.

Meanwhile, Charlie has climbed up to join them, kneeling to Tom’s right. She leans in and as she brings her cute little mouth toward him, he sticks out his long tongue and she wraps her luscious red lips around it and starts to suck

On it, just like Millie is sucking his on his cock. As she sucks his tongue he moves his right hand across and up between her curvy thighs, sliding it between legs and through her curly dark bush.

First he slides his long middle finger into her wet pussy and she moans as her frigs her with it. Then he goes to work, flicking her now erect clit with his index finger. With his expert touch it is not long before she is tensing and moaning as her first orgasm builds and then she lurches bolt upright, trembling as it hits.

“Yes, yes, yes! She moans as she shudders and shakes.

*********

The three are engrossed in the foreplay when suddenly the door to the sauna opens and in walks another woman who was in the bar earlier to see what was happening. The only thing she is wearing is a pair of black heels. She carries her towel.

Millie stops sucking and looks round to see a mature 30 something, statuesque blonde.

“Don’t mind me!” The woman urges, as she sits on the bottom level just to the right of the door. “I’ve just cum to watch the action!” She adds, draping the towel over her lap.

Millie’s pussy is dripping now and she was just about to try Tom’s cock for size when the voyeur arrived. “Fuck it. I’m not stopping now!” She thinks, as she stands up and moves to straddle Tom’s muscular thighs, before kneeling over him on the top level.

“Hold it for me.” She instructs Charlie, who takes hold of Tom’s engorged shaft at the base, pulls the foreskin back and holds it vertical as Millie positions herself.

Now, directly above his pole, she slowly lowers herself. First, as her pussy touches the tip of his cock, her tender young labia parts and she slips over the head.

“Fuck, it big Charlie!” She tells her friend as she gradually slides down on the thick shaft. “Shit, that is tight!” She adds, as she struggles to cope with the thick girth.

As she finally takes it all, Tom can’t istanbul eskort resist leaning forward to suck on her young tits. As he does so, he can see that their voyeur has her right hand under the towel, rubbing her pussy as she watches the action.

Now Millie sits there for a while, getting used to the biggest cock she has ever had, and then she starts to ride him, bouncing up and down on him, taking his long shaft up to the hilt every time.

She starts slowly at first, but as she juices up, her pace quickens. She is now bouncing faster than Tom has ever seen a girl do before and her pert young tits jiggle ever quicker right in front of his eyes.

“Ride him girl!” Charlie encourages, sitting to Tom’s right with her legs wide apart as she rubs her pussy.

Tom can see that the MILF is enjoying the spectacle too! She is rubbing herself frantically under the towel her fingers gliding frantically form side to side over her erect clit and then she groans loudly and shudders as she cums.

Millie is close too!

“Yes, yes, yes!” She moans, as she gets ever closer. Then, “Oh my god!” she grunts as she starts to shiver and shake.

As her orgasm hits she stops bouncing and settles down onto the full length of Tom’s big rod. Now she starts to slide her small round ass back and forth furiously, grinding her erect clit against his groin and prolonging her spasm.

As the first wave passes she slows her pace but keeps grinding.

“Is it my turn yet? Charlie asks.

“Two more minutes, two more minutes,” Mille begs, as her next orgasm is already starting to build

“Two more minutes, two more minutes,” she whispers this time as she gets ever closer, then “Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” she screams as she stops grinding and her whole body goes stiff and starts to shudder.

“Fuck yes,” she moans as the spasm passes. “I needed that!” she adds as she climbs off his cock.

“Jeez, that is some cock!” exclaims the voyeur as Tom’s cock cums in to view for the first time she joined them.

“It’s fuckin huge!” Millie answers.

Meanwhile, Charlie has now positioned herself on all fours next to Tom, inviting him to take her from behind, doggy style. This is one of Tom’s favorite positions as it means he can control pace and depth of each stroke, so he moves in to position on the bench kneeling between her long slender legs.

Before he fucks her, he licks the middle fingers of his left hand and slides then between her thighs again to rub her labia whilst with his right hand he pulls his equine member.

Whilst Tom prepares to mount Charlie, Millie has climbed down to the floor and invited the voyeur to join her, so she is closer to the action. As the woman sits down on the bottom bench, Millie bends over and whispers in her ear. They both giggle and then Millie slips to the floor between the woman’s legs and start to lick her pussy.

******

Back up top, once he is happy that she is juiced up, Tom pushes his shaft down, pulls back the foreskin and moves forward until the tip of his big, bulbous cockhead touch the labia of her perfect peach-shaped vulva. He slides it up and down an inch or two, feeling for the opening and when he feels it, he eases his hips forward.

The big bulbous head easily parts her labia, but her chute is even tighter than Millie’s, even though she is really wet. He is not to be deterred though, so with the tip of his cock safely lodged he takes hold of her hips with both hands and as he pushes forward with his hips, he pulls her backward toward him gradually forcing his huge cock into her.

“Fuck, that is big!” she moans, looking back at Tom as he manages to only get 2 or 3 inches into her.

“Do you want me to stop?” He asks

“Are you kidding? Not likely, if she can take it I can!” says Charlie, referring to Millie.

“Ok, if you are sure.” Says Tom as he holds her steady by the hips and starts to fuck her slowly with escort şirinevler just the end of his cock, planning to feed more into her, as her vagina gets juicier and relaxes. With each stroke he pulls it nearly out before sliding it back in. He is so big that as he does so her labia is pulled out as if reluctant to let his shaft go. The sight makes him even more horny.

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Down below, Millie is really going to town on the MILF, licking her labia and sucking on her erect clit. The woman is moaning and groaning as her second orgasm builds. She has her eyes closed and she is shaking her head from side to side as if to deny the climax and prolong the ecstasy!

She can’t though and her face contorts and her body shudders as the pleasure from her pussy rips through her whole body. As it does so, she grabs the back of Milli’s head with both hands and pulls it forward, burying it in her minge. Millie shakes her head form side to side in response.

Yes, yes, yes!” the woman screams as the second wave of her orgasm peaks!

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Tom’s persistence is being rewarded and he has now worked 6 or 7 inches into Charlie, as he continues to fuck her with short strokes moving just 3 or 4 in and out as her fucks her at a steady pace.

“Is there much more to go?” asks Charlie looking around=d again and hoping the answer is no!

“About 3 or 4 more inches!” Is the bad news form Tom.

“Fuck girl, how did you manage to take all of this monster?” she shouts to Millie, who is not being eaten out by the MILF who is returning the favour.

“Stick with it Charlie. Not much more to go now and then you will love it.” Answers Millie.

“I hope you are right!”

Tom is sensing that he can give her the lot now so on the next up stroke he stops and bends forward on top her back, reaching underneath with both hands taking hold of her tiny, teen tits. As he rubs them he bends his head forward next to her left ear.

“Here you go Charlie!” he whispers as, squeezing her tits hard he slowly eases his hips forward pushing the last 4 inches of thick shaft into her chute until the big, bulbous head butts up against her cervix.

“Holy shit! Thank fuck for that!” she cries as she feels her ass hit against his taught torso and knows he is ball deep and there is no more to come. “Hurry up and fuck me now.” She pleads. So, Tom straightens back up, takes hold of her by the hips again, pulls out 3 or 4 inches for later and then begins to fucker with long strokes.

He starts at a steady pace, but her chute is now well lubricated, and he is sliding in and out with ease, so he quickens it up. With each stroke he is pulling back until just the head remains inside and at this slightly downward angle due to his greater height, the rim of his cockhead is catching her G-Spot on the front of her vulva.

As he continues to rock back and forth, she is becoming increasing agitated as the pleasure surges out from her pussy through the whole of her body.

“Yes., fuck me, fuck me!” She pleads,” I am going to cum, I am going to cum!” and then she goes silent and stiff as she reaches her first climax of the evening.

As soon as she goes stiff, with the very next stroke Tom ram’s the whole 10 inch into her, up to the hilt and holding her steady by the hips he starts to fuck her hard and deep, her ass slapping against his groin with every length!

Charlie can’t cope! Her arms collapse under her as she continues to cum and Tom continues to slap it into her.

He is close too now, so his pace is relentless as he fucks her long, hard and deep until he suddenly pulls out, grabs his shaft and pulls it vigorously.

Then “Arrgh!” he yells as with the next stroke he pulls it back hard and squirts, sending a jet of spunk upwards and over her back. Another long stroke and another squirt and another and another until he has shot is load!

“Blimey, that is some cum shot mister says Millie and the MILF agree.

“Look,” says the MILF, I have the penthouse sweet to myself. Why don’t we gather up our things and go back there for drinks and little more fun?”

“Sounds like a plan,” responds Tom, hoping he might get to fuck her later. And unbeknownst to him, that is exactly what she is hoping to!

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Ben 25 yaşında yüksek okul mezunu askerliğini yapmış birisiyim.
Şu anda nişanlıyım yakında evleneceğim.
Küçük bir kasabada yaşıyorum.
Burada uzak akrabalarımızdan birisinin gelini var.
Kadın genç yaşta dul kaldı.
Bir çocuğu var.
Kocasından epey yüklü para ve mal kaldı.
Kadın şu anda 40 yaşlarında ve çok güzel bir kadın.
Yaklaşık 18 yıl önce kocasını trafik kazasında kaybetti.
Evlenmedi kaynanasıyla birlikte çocuğunu büyüttü ve şimdi aynı şekilde yaşamaya devam ediyorlar.

Kadın çok hoş birisi.
İsmi de Leyla.
Sık sık biz onlara, onlar bize gelir gideriz.
Leyle hanımın benim yapacağım bir işi olduğu zaman beni arar ve işlerini yaparım.
Yıllardan bu yana ona yan gözle bakmadım hatta aklımdan dahi geçirmedim.
Nişanlımla okul yıllarından bu yana birbirimizi çok seviyoruz.
Yakındada evleneceğiz.
Bir gün yine Leyla beni aradı ve yarın şehre gideceğini onunla şehirde buluşmamızı söyledi.
“Tamam abla” dedim.

Ertesi gün şehirde buluştuk.
Leyla bana “seninle birlikte olmak istiyorum” deyince bir anda neye uğradığımı şaşırdım.
Bekar birisi olduğum için kabul ettim.
Bu güzel kadını geri çevirmek olmazdı.
Hemen şehrin lüks otellerinden birine gittik.
Odaya çıktık ve baş başa kaldık.
Kadın uzun yıllardır erkek yüzü görmemişti.
40 yaşında olduğunu bilmeyen birisi olsa kadın 25 inde sanırdı.
O kadar güzel bir kadınki escort mecidiyeköy bir içim su.

Neyse işe koyulduk.
Üzerimizdekileri yavaş yavaş çıkartırken kanepenin üzerinde uzun uzun öpüştük.
Kadın çok tatlıydı.
Sanki dudaklarından bal damlıyordu.
Sütyenini çıkartınca bembeyaz memeleri muhteşem görüntüsüyle karşımdaydı.
Okşamaya öpmeye başladığımda kadında zevkinden yerinde duramıyordu.
O da benim gömleğimi çıkardı.
İkimizin de üzerimiz çıplaktı.
Kanepenin üzerinde bir süre seviştikten sonra ayağa kalkıp pantolonumu çıkartırken kadın dizlerinin üzerinde benim külotumu çıkarttı.
Benim alette dikilmiş durumdaydı.
İki eliyle birden sikime sarıldı ve eliyle okşamaya başladı.
Kadın uzun yıllardan sonra bir erkekle beraber olacaktı ve tadını çıkartıyordu.
Kollarında tutup ayağa kaldırdım.
İki elimle saçlarını geriye doğru toplayıp başını iki elimle tutarak bal dudaklarından uzun uzun öptüm.
Eteğini çıkartıp donunu indirdiğimde çok şaşırdım.
Bu kadar güzel yüzü ve vücudu olan kadının amı berbat görünüyordu.
Sarkık kocaman dudakları olan ve bu bembeyaz vücuduna hiç bir şekilde uymayan kapkara bir am.
Bu berbat görüntüyü uzamış kıllar daha da berbat hale getirmişti.
Birden hevesim kaçtı aklımdan giyinip gitmek geldi ama dedim kadın uzun zamandır erkek yüzü görmemiş şunun gönlünü hoş edeyim sevaba istanbul escort bayan gireyim dedim.

Kadını yatağa yatırıp okşamaya başladım.
Ama aklımda devamlı gördüğüm berbat manzara vardı.
Kadın biraz kısa boylu ve normal kiloluydu.
İnce beli dolgun kalçaları vardı.
Kadın yatakta sırtüstü yatarken ben ayakta kadının ayak bileklerinden tutarak iki ayağını birleştirdim ve sikimi iki ayağının arasında ileri geri yaparak tam kaldırmaya çalışıyordum.
Sikim hevesim kaçınca inmeye başlamıştı.
Kadının ayaklarını serbest bıraktığımda kadın ayaklarıyla sikimi okşamaya başladı.
Bende yatağa yanına uzandım sevişmeye başladık.
Memelerini öperken ellerimle amını okşamaya başladım.
Kadın zevkinden dört köşe olmuş derin derin nefes almaya başlamıştı.
Çok heyecanlı olduğu belli oluyordu.
Amına iki parmağımı soktum ve sokup çıkarmaya başladım.
Ne zaman amından sular gelmeye başlarsa o zaman sikmeye karar verdim.
Elim ıslanmaya başladığında zamanıdır diyerek bacaklarının arasında dizlerimin üzerinde vaziyetimi aldım.
Ayaklarından tutarak bacaklarını yukarıya kaldırıp yanaştım.
Uzun kalın sikimi amına soktum.
Kadının amı çok bollaşmıştı.
İki elimle ayak bileklerinden tutarak sikmeye başladım.
Sikimi hafif hafif ileri geri yapmaya başladım.
Mümkün olduğu kadar kadının amına bakmamaya çalışıyordum.
Sikimi kökleyip hızlandım.
escort taksim Karyola hızlı hızlı sallanmaya başlamıştı.
O an deprem oluyor sandım.
Şimdi kadının ayaklarından tutarken çömelmiş vaziyette iki ayağımın üzerine kalktım ve sikişe devam ettim.
Bu vaziyette sikimin ancak uç tarafı ama giriyor arada sikim dışarıya çıkıyordu.
Tam dibine kadar sokmak için aşağıya eğilmem gerekiyordu.
Kısa süre sonra yanımın üzerine yattım ve kadının arkasına geçtim bacaklarını aralayıp amına soktum ve kadını hafif kendime çevirip dudaklarından öpmeye başladım.
Bu arada sikimin baş tarafı hafif hafif amına girip çıkıyordu.
Kadın mütiş zevk alıyordu ama benim hevesim kaçmıştı.
Epey zamandır sikişmemize rağmen hala boşalma alameti yoktu.
Başka bir kadınla olsa on defa boşalmıştım.
Ömrümde böyle bir şey başıma gelmemişti.
Şimdi kadını sırtüstü yatırıp amına soktum ben de kadının üzerine doğru dirseklerime ağırlığım vererek uzandım.
Şu anda 18 cm lik sikimin tamamı kadının amının içindeydi.
Kadın sık sık “ah oh” deyip duruyordu.
Bir elimle yüzüne gelen saçlarını elimle yana götürüp dudaklarından öpmeye başladım.
Bu sırada köklemeye devam ediyordum.
Bu pozisyon çok hoşuma gitmişti.
Kadın altımda inliyor dudakları dudaklarımda ileri geri derken kadının amının içini menilerimle doldurmaya başladığımda kadında zevkin doruklarına ulaşmıştı.

Kısa süre dinlenip banyoya gittim.
Yıkanırken kadın içeriye girip beni okşamaya başladı.
Elleriyle sikimi sabunlayıp okşayarak kaldırdı.
Kalın sikim kalkınca müthiş görünüyordu.
Kadını domaltıp arkasına geçip amına kökledim.
Bu pozisyonu hiç değiştirmeden dakikalarca siktikten sonra ikinci kez boşaldım.
Giyinip ayrı ayrı otelden çıktık.

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güzel günlerin habercisi…J…..evet asagidan muhtesem görünüyordu J..üzerindeki seksi ic camasirlar, coraplar..dansin ritmiyle ,bir yilan gibi kivrilan vücüd.. sirasiyla cikartilan ic camasir ve ortaya cikan ciplaklik,ayaklariyla her yanimi oksuyordu , sikimi .tasaklarimi meme uclarimi ,sonra ayak parmaklarini öpmemi istedi,somra agzima soktu,zevkten ve heycandan parmak aralarini yalaiyordum , cok bakimli ayaklar ,incecik bilekler ve bastan cikarici oje rengi.sonra sirtini dönerek göt deligini agzima gelicek sekilde oturdu, dayanamadim hem amini hem götünü yalamak istedim, cok güzel kokuyordu,am kokusu cekiyordu beni,memelerini sikime sürüyordu..tenini her yerime sürtürmeye basladi, yataktan asagiya indiginde cekmeceyi acip bir sey aldi eline.sonradan farkettim masaj yagi oldugunu, ellerini tamamamen yagladiktan somra ayaklarimdan basladi parmaklariyla sikiyordu her tarafimi..parmak uclarindan cikan enerji sikime gidiyordu, kalkmasini ikimiz irden izledik, cok hosuna gitti sonra tekara biraz yag ve elelrini sikimla bulusturdu,yagin kokusuda geldi, nergis yagi bu ..nefis kokar..ellerinin arasinda kayan sikimi ,sefkatle escort beyoğlu oksuyoordu , cok deger verdigi bir sey gibi kokluyor ve öpüyordu,sikimi agzina alicak diye düsündüm,ama o masaja devam ediyordu tasaklarimida masajliyordu , agzina almasi icin yalvarabilirdim simdi,ama orali degildi, sonra sikini gögüslerinin arasina aldi ve kafasini göbek deliigime indirerek yalamaya basladi arada killarimi disleriyle cekip ,zevkten bu dünyadan kgitmeme engel olmak icin kücük acilar yasatiyordu bana..birakmisti kendimi ona ,selleri gögüslerimle bulustu, yagli elleri killarimin icinden kayarken hayranlikla izliyordu bu ona zevk veriyordu.sonra omuzlarimi yagladi boynumu ,kendini yukari cekerek dudaklarima güzel bir öpücük kondurdu..beni elelriyle yönlendirerek ,göbegimin üzerine uzanmami istedi.Elleri omuzlarimdan asagiya dogru kayiyordu,bel cukuru derken kalcalarima varmisti birde önce tokat sonra aciyla irkildim,kalcama vurdu, hosumada gitmisti, aci ve zevk karisimi bir inleme onu dahada aktiv duruma getirdi, disleriyle küücük isiriklar atiyordu,sonra elleri sikimi istanbul escort buldu,bem göbegimi kaldirmak zorunda kalidim,o sirada bacaklarimin arasina girdi belimden tutarak beni kendisine cekti, sanki sikmek istiyordu beni, her seyimle ona teslim olmustum sesim cikmiyor direnc gösteremiyordum, parmagi hissetim göt deligimde, sonra yavasca iceriye girdi parmak o sirada sikim dahada sahlandi, patliyacakti,yirtilacakti,hele deligimin icinde bir yere dokundugunda,zevk anlatilmaz oluyordu.yeter diye bagirdim,durud sonra belimden kavrayip kalcalarima vurmaya basladi, sanki siki vardi ve beni sikiyordu, ama her vurusunda deli oluyordum, sonra ayaklarina yagladi ve iki ayagimi birlestirerek topuklarimin üstüne oturdudiz arkalarimdan sikica tutuyor amini bir sol topuguma bir sag topuguma sürtürüyordu..topuklarim tam amini deliginddeydi, cilginalr gibi bagiriyordu topuklarimdan ,ayak altindan parmaklarima dógru sivaklik hissetim ,siviydi ve akiyordu ki oda kalkip oda icindeki bir kapiyi acarak banyoya girdi,bende pesinden kalktim,dusa girerken yakaladim tutup elimden benide cekti , güzel kokan escort ataköy bir dus kremiyle yikadi beni sonra kuruladi.beni alafranga tuvaletin üzerine oturtu, sertliginden bir sey kaybetmemis sikimi elelriyle tutarak sirtini bana döndü ve kucagima oturdu, ami dustan dolayi temizlenmisti kuruydu sikim girerken zorlaniyordu, girmesi icin her ugrastigimda , dur yeter diyordu ama vucudunu asagiya dogru bastiriyordu, son bir hamleyle girmistim iicne, her seyi hisediyordum oda cok hizli vuruyordu bacaklarima.biraz duruyor saga sola hareket edip sonra tekrar kalkiyor ve tekrar oturuyordu..her oturdugunda kaliyor sikimi icinde her yanina degdirmek icin kiviriyordu bende dayanamadigim icin elelrimle kalcalarindan yakaliyip kaldiriyordum,bu bir uyumdu, bu uyum her seyi daha güzellestiriyordu,sonra ellerim onun memelerini buluyor , sikiyor uclarin kesfedip cimcikliyoprdu, buda J yi cildirtiyoordu..bosalmama yakin tutup kaldirdim hemen döndü ve gögsleri ile sikipi kapatip ,bosalmami beklesi, bosaldiktan sonra eliyle spermleri temizliyip sikimi agzina aldi..inanamadim karnimin icinde bir seyler cekilip kopartiliyoru sanki böyle tanimlanamaz bir durum ,bagirdin ilk defa yeter dedim..durdu ve gülmeye basladi, Bana “Bruce seni her zaman istiyordum ” dedi ,ben kalakaldim..o iceriy düzeltirken ,yatak örtülerini falan bende yerdeki Baharin kilodunu elime alarak doyasiya kokladim..seytan girdi aklima artik durusu yoktu, kendimi taniyordum..

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Hello fellow readers. This is the third installment of the elven corruption story, a lot of things and events would make more sense if you read the previous chapters. The events in this chapter take place right after the end of part 2.

Content warning: This might not be a good read for everyone; there will be a lot of nasty things, including undead, worms, rot, and similar stuff.

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Without delay, three elves climbed down into the chasm, with Shael’s armored frame descending the last. Imry volunteered to stay back on guarding duty, but with none of her comrades around there was an acute sense of isolation, all alone in the eerie silence of the mist-shrouded camp.

“I should check on Kaylin. The sooner I start building up a relationship with her – the better.” The woman shivered, looking around apprehensively as she approached Kaylin’s tent. For a moment it looked like there was a faint shadow of movement in the fog; Imry peered for some time, trying to discern anything. “This place fucks with my head, there is no one there. Let’s return to the matter at hand…”

“My lady? Are you well?” Barging in without notice would not win Kaylin’s heart for sure, so the soldier was relieved to hear the response:

“Imry, is that you? Are you alone?”

“Yes.”

“Come in and make sure no one follows.”

The insides of the tent became visible in the light of a magic candle – pieces of clothing and gear were everywhere; there was a strong musky odor hanging in the air, and it was hard not to spot several large dark stains on the floor. The lady herself was hiding in a nest of blankets, but as soon as Imry was inside the bedding was thrown to the side.

The amazed elf gazed at the completely naked pale body. Kaylin’s skin was covered in sweat, glistening in the dim light of the candle, and her hand was firmly planted between her legs. The noble-born maiden was shamelessly touching herself in open display, but Imry’s eyes went wide as she noticed the second hand reaching below, its rhythmic movements suggesting some anal action.

“Yesterday you said there are ways to have pleasure with my womanhood untouched. Tell me more, and I will tell you a secret.”

Two days of breathing the corrupting fog and drinking spiked water affected Imry too. She bit her lip, her pussy quivering in anticipation. It looked like converting Kaylin to the sex cult would not be much of a challenge. And this would not be the first time Imry was alone with a naked and aroused woman…

“Hmm, I see you have been a naughty lady. I will tell you a secret too, no conditions. I had cocks in my butt, hundreds of them. Years ago, one of the soldiers was courting me, and he had just as little regard for our silly customs as I did. We kissed at night, but I wanted more… We found a place where no one asked questions and played with each other’s bodies.” She slowly removed pieces of equipment, watching as Kaylin’s hand accelerated the shlicking movement.

“We fell deeper and deeper… There were other people like us, soon they approached us – not judging, but offering a place in a very special group of free-minded individuals… I am still grateful to this man for helping me to find the way, but there I found my true love – lots and lots of sex!” Kaylin smiled at these words as the hand on her pussy turned into a blur. Her soft whimpers accompanied Imry’s voice as she continued:

“Once you let go of all rules, it is like… the chains that you did not even realize you wore your entire life, these chains just vanish. I had sex with men and women, sometimes at the same time. We were drinking like crazy, smoking hookah with stuff from distant realms that ramps up the sensations tenfold. There are no words to describe it other than otherworldly.”

Lacy silken panties fell to the floor, not something a soldier would be expected to wear. Imry stepped past the pile of discarded clothing and kneeled in front of Kaylin with a manic glint in her eyes. Gently pushing her hand aside, she enjoyed an unobstructed view of the fleshy outer lips and the sopping wet hole.

“Let me show you what I learned…” Kaylin moaned when a hot mouth covered her steamy slit. Imry employed all her experience to drive her lover crazy – sucking, licking, kissing the tender flesh of Kaylin’s womanhood.

“Noble cunt tastes as good as any other.” The intense tongue-fucking turned the woman into a writhing mess while Imry started caressing her shapely inner thighs, her fingers crawling closer to the wrinkled anal ring.

“Have you done it in your mouth? Or ass?”

“More than I can count, usually mouth and then ass, sometimes in a different order,” the perverted elf smiled, letting the words sink in. Without breaking the frenzied lapping on the sweet noble cunt she grazed the anus with a finger, and then circled it teasingly.

To her surprise, Kaylin’s ass was already stretched enough to easily take two fingers from the first go. By now it was drenched in the copiously flowing pussy juice, so Imry’s fingers slid inside without any additional saliva üsküdar escort coating. A shame, but Imry figured she will have lots of opportunities to taste this ass very soon, so for now she concentrated on nibbling and tonguing the lady’s tender fleshy petals.

“Mmmm, yessss, deeper, there might still be some seed inside, no way I got it all out.”

“Seed? From whom?” the soldier could have asked if her mouth was not occupied. Was there someone with a dick around? She had been worked up the whole trip with few opportunities to masturbate, but since they entered this mist it became much worse. She shared a tent with Umi and Daera during the trip, and fortunately, the sisters went on a mission with their leader yesterday. Alone for the whole night, Imry brought herself to orgasm several times and went to sleep with her slit, ass, and nipples pleasantly aching. A hard shaft would be a welcomed change after her fingers!

Before she could inquire more, Kaylin moaned and arched her back, her legs catching Imry’s head in a tight lock. A gush of delicious cum-juice hit her in the face, so the woman stuck her tongue out and enjoyed the familiar rich flavor. When the orgasming elf finally stopped shivering and released her head, Imry crawled on top of the sweaty body. Barely giving the lady any time to recover, a pair of hot and moist lips covered her mouth, allowing Kaylin to have a taste of her own cum.

“Hmmm, I taste good,” breaking the kiss, Kaylin stuck her tongue out and lapped on her lover’s skin, covering her face with long loving licks. Whimpering and panting filled the air as Imry enjoyed the soft warmth all over her face.

“Have you ever had sex with anyone other than an elf?” After a heated session of licking with occasional tongue-wrestling kissing the women lay next to each other, enjoying the warm feeling of soft skin-on-skin contact.

“No, our group is very closed and discreet, everyone knows that if even one spills the beans all of us are done. Bringing an outsider is too much risk. I saw how humans looked at us, practically drooling like animals in heat. I wonder what it would be like to fuck one.”

“Remember the secret I mentioned before? Someone snuck into my tent this night. I am pretty sure it was not an elf, or a human for that matter.”

Imry lifted her brow in question, “And how are you sure of this?”

“Well, I did not get a good look at them… or any look at all, honestly. But I felt their hips pressing into mine when he stuck it in my butt, and they were too narrow…”

“Wait, wait, wait. Someone slipped into your tent while the priestess was on the watch, and the first thing they did was fuck you in the ass?”

Kaylin giggled and nodded, “Yep, you summed it up correctly. He tongued my hole for some time before fucking it, I think.”

“And it never occurred to you to turn around and look at your lover?”

“I was enjoying getting railed from behind a bit too much, so I did not care,” admitted the purple-faced lady. “I came when he dumped his stuff inside, and he already left when I managed to roll over.”

Imry can sympathize with getting too carried away during sex, but allowing an unknown but-fucker to roam free might not be the best idea. Personally, she would not mind a midnight visit like this, but it would be hard to explain to Thasia. How come the priestess did not notice anyone approaching the camp? The woman claimed there was no one around them.

“Hmm, it is nice and comfy here, but there might be suspicions of what we have been doing here together for so long. I would like to ask Thasia some questions too.”

It took some convincing for Kaylin to put on clothes and exit the tent, but in the end, she agreed to go refill her flask with the delicious water. While her companion was busy finding clothing that was not stained by the musky goo, Imry got dressed and headed out.

The shrouded camp outside met her with heavy silence. The dense fog was flowing between the tents, reducing visibility to mere feet. Turning her head around, one moment she could swear there was a short humanoid shape not so far away, but the next whiff of the mist obscured it. She acutely regretted the lack of weapons that she left in her tent, trusting Thasia’s promises of safety.

She almost jumped when someone bumped into her from behind, but this turned out to be Kaylin. During the whole journey, the noblewoman tried to keep her appearance tidy, but this disheveled figure was nothing like it. Completely mismatched pieces of clothing were put on haphazardly, and Imry was willing to bet money that Kaylin did not bother putting on any underwear.

The lady inhaled deeply and stretched, her breath coming out with visible smoke. “This fog’s aroma is awesome, better than any scented candles back at home!” The soldier had to admit the smell surrounding them was nice, but right now other priorities called.

Hand in hand Imry led her companion to the fireplace where she saw Thasia the last time only to find it completely deserted. Not allowing Kaylin to gaziemir escort wander around, she dragged the lady to the priestess’s tent, but only silence and emptiness greeted her.

“Something is wrong. Do you have any weapons?” Yesterday Kaylin might have been one of the best duelists alive, but the corrupting magic did its dirty job, now the lady’s mind was dominated by lust:

“Why would I? My night guest clearly is not a threat; he wants me to feel good.”

Imry cussed and guided her bewitched comrade further into the camp, seeking to arm themselves. They did not reach far when Kaylin exclaimed excitedly, “Here he is!” and darted into the murky haze.

“Stop!” Imry’s first impulse was to follow Kaylin immediately, but she steadied herself. This might be a trap, and she is not about to run into it headfirst. Having fetched her weapon, the woman carefully advanced through the camp, looking for her companion.

The mist played tricks with her senses, several times Imry could swear she heard steps nearby but was unable to find anyone. In the end, it was another kind of sound that caught her attention, the one she was well familiar with.

She carefully sneaked to the source of it. Approaching closer, she picked up more – it was definitely slurping, the wet and lust-driven kind. The elf expected to see a human that followed them somehow, but the reality was far more shocking as she discerned the bobbing elven head and the short, around four-foot tall humanoid figure that was growling in pleasure from Kaylin’s oral ministration.

The sounds he made were strange, as if something was gurgling inside his chest, but when he placed a hand on the eagerly moving head Imry’s eyes bulged at the realization – there were skeletal fingers covered with shreds of black, decayed flesh! Kaylin was sucking an undead dick!

Shocked by the perverse display, the warrior did not charge as she intended but remained frozen in her hiding place, unable to take her gaze away from the disgusting spectacle. It was like watching snakes coiling – revolting, but mesmerizing at the same time.

“I recognize the shape, it was you who fucked me this night,” the naked lady let the rock-hard slab of undead meat out of her mouth to address her vile lover while her fist pumped on it. The monster growled something unintelligible but approving and guided Kaylin’s head back to his vile manhood, and soon enthusiastic wet sounds announced her return to sucking.

“She seems so passionate, does it taste that good?” Imry had trouble imagining the taste of the rot-ridden dick, but a long saliva-filled slurp convinced her it was not bad. The voyeur felt her pussy twitch, the well-familiar warmth filling her lower abdomen. “Am I getting turned on by this?”

Shambling in the mist caught her attention, soon revealing another short figure. Unlike the first undead, the new arrival was not draped in decaying flesh. It took some time for Imry to understand what kept the skeleton from collapsing on the spot – the bones were held together by swarms of long worms, acting as sinews and joints! The corpse appeared from the mist, one of the thicker worms protruding from its crotch as he approached the kneeling woman. The appendage swayed and bent like a tentacle, and Kaylin seemed to be completely smitten:

“You brought a friend, the more the merrier!” For the next minute, she alternated between two hard undead dicks, copiously slathering both with drool. The wormy abomination was the first one to take things further as he circled around the elf and got a good grip on her firm buttocks. Kaylin eagerly spread her legs wider and stuck her ass up in the air to be showered in sloppy licking by the creature’s several wormy tongues.

The forgotten sword was lying on the ground as the panting soldier watched the unfolding debauchery, fighting a strong urge to touch herself. It did not take long for the coiling tongues to center on Kaylin’s winking anus, making her moan around the foul shaft as her ass was teased by multiple wriggling bodies, slathering rot and pus everywhere.

With her orifice prepared for penetration, the skeletal lover aimed his dick and slowly pushed, drawing a long moan as inch after inch of the thick appendage was swallowed by the insatiable hole. The lovers looked terribly mismatched – Kaylin’s shapely backside was pressed against the stick-thin limbs of the creature, and the height difference made it look like a rider was trying to mount a steed much larger than himself.

This metaphor drew a chuckle from Imry. “Yeah, there is going to be a lot of riding and mounting.” Obviously, the creatures were not hostile, and if Kaylin’s moans were any indication, copulating with them seemed quite pleasurable. With her mind already touched by the magic of this place, the experienced woman found it hard to stop imagining how it would feel to become a plaything for the undead. The familiar dark urge filled her mind, just like back home when she had been waiting for an orgy for some time and finally entered the cult lair, knowing sancaktepe escort that her long anticipation is about to get fulfilled.

The wormy thing behind Kaylin railed the elf without mercy, turning her into a mewling and whimpering wreck. Despite the thrusts, she managed to hold the second vile shaft in her mouth, noisily pleasuring the corpse with bony-white ribcage. Imry noticed the lady’s hand darting between her legs and running up and down her dripping womanhood. The voyeur has been struggling with the need to touch herself for some time by now, and this was the last straw. Kaylin will not be the only one to have a good time today! With a well-practiced movement, Imry’s hand went down into her pants, not surprised to find her slit dripping with arousal.

The woman was so consumed with masturbating to the unfolding debauchery she did not notice the steps behind. Only when a grayish erect cock appeared right next to her face, Imry jumped and turned around to see another walking corpse.

Unlike the wormy skeleton, this one had skin and flesh, looking much like a pale, freshly exhumated cadaver. His sickly gray skin was riddled with holes and cracks oozing with thick, syrupy-looking dark liquid; the same pus was running out of his slack mouth and empty eye sockets. His attempt to make sounds resulted in heavy globs of filth spilling down, falling on the sand right next to Imry. As he gestured towards the rigid rod, the invitation was pretty clear.

“Thick, undead, meaty dick.” Imry swallowed heavily, salivating at the sight of the bead of dark precum on the tip. She reached for it, elegant fingers wrapping around the pulsing and surprisingly warm flesh. Much hotter than the normal body temperature, it evoked associations of a corpse left in the sun to decompose; strangely, this thought made her pussy twitch in arousal.

“I never had anything this hot inside me…” Without stopping touching herself even for a second, she gave a tentative squeeze to the rigid shaft, enjoying its pulsation. It felt like a sick parody of heartbeat, the stretched gray skin so soft and warm against her hand with every pulse. The wad of thick precum grew with every squeeze, dangerously hanging down the black tip.

“I cannot allow it to fall!” No longer able to hold back, she gave a tender kiss to the tip, sucking in the grayish liquid. The flavor was sweet with a rancid undertone, very strong and rich, better than anything she ever tasted back in the home world. No wonder Kaylin was slobbering over it like a maniac! All remaining reservations were thrown to the wind as the hungry mouth engulfed several inches of undead meat. She quickly polished it, swallowing all the delicious slime, eager for more.

Unlike her inexperienced companion, Imry had years to hone her fellating skills. Now the only important thing was to milk the scalding hot fleshy tube for more tasty goo, and she knew just the trick. Many orgies ago she still had the gag reflex, but by now it was a long-gone memory, so the foul appendage penetrated her throat from the first go. The cock-sucking veteran was not about to just let it rest there, she pulled her head back, purposefully dragging the inner side of her cheeks against the rotten shaft and massaging its underside with her skilled tongue. The approving glug was her signal to redouble the efforts, and in the next minute the undead was treated to the lewdest blowjob face she can make, stimulating the vile manhood to the best of her abilities.

An elven lover would have already sprayed his seed down her throat from this intense oral assault, but the walking corpse demonstrated his endurance and resisted flooding her mouth with cum. “This endurance will be useful later…” the perverted elf thought, one of her hands covering the steamy-hot cunt, touching just the right spots. She already decided to fuck this thing later, but not before it provided her with a juicy meal! With her second hand still wrapped around the gray shaft she used the abundant drool to add wet jerking to the symphony of slurps and gurgles.

The undead made low grunting sounds of encouragement as she sucked, the black goo dripping down his chin on the bobbing elven head below. Despite having no eyes he had no trouble orienting in space and put a warm hand on her head, guiding the frantic movements. His voice became harsher when she started pumping her fist, signaling the approaching release. Finally, an especially long growl announced a deluge of rotten seed, pumped right into eagerly waiting mouth.

Sensing the wild pulsation of the rotten flesh, she let it out the tight throat and allowed the tip to rest on her tongue, intending to enjoy the taste to the fullest. However, it was not the massive deluge she expected, but more of a steady flow of thick, hot syrup. For once, she was grateful for not having cum overflowing from her mouth and being able to taste it properly. And what a divine flavor it was! Imry’s lips latched to the undulating tip as if she was sucking mother’s milk, reveling in the perverse pleasure of feeding on the essence of rot. Continuous spasms gave her just enough time to properly savor and swallow the last load before filling the drooling mouth with another helping of liquid corruption. The corpse’s orgasm went for minutes and Imry had no desire for it to end, already imagining how heavenly it would feel to have a load like this stretching her womb.

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I’m a little torn here. I suppose that this ought to go into the Non-Human category, but then… I dunno. All this guy wants is to finish the life that he started as. That’s not possible, so now he’d just like to HAVE a life. I guess that makes him just like a lot of folks, no? ~grin~

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The glare of the headlight danced along the pavement and flickered off the leaves of the trees, bushes and roadsigns up ahead as the mechanical horse thundered steadily through the darkness.

Bart was tired. Bone-tired, beat, and just plain road-weary on the way to another nondescript job in another featureless town. He reached over to the handheld GPS that he’d mounted on the handlebars and squeezed the button to turn on the red night-lighting for a second and grunted to himself.

Maybe another half-hour to the motel and a bed.

He listened to the rumble and took a bit of comfort from it. Most days, he felt just like that, even and steady, as though he could go on forever.

Well, he surmised, he’d already been going on pretty much forever, considering. But he was getting to the end of a long day in the saddle and decided that the bike was the stronger of them for now. And that was fine with him. He’d been riding toward this job interview for two and a half days now.

He smirked to himself. He’d already be there, warm and fed if he hadn’t given in to the desire to just spend the afternoon sitting on his ass in the roadhouse two hundred miles back, chewing the fat with the waitress and daydreaming about chewing a few other things.

It had been pleasant and he’d been careful to stay on the polite side of civil, and the friendly side of polite, but the truth was that he’d just been wasting the afternoon when he should have been motoring.

It served him right, he admitted. Now he was here, long after dark, and the night air was beginning to chill him. A large moth turned into his high beam and died against his left knee. He hoped that the motel had a Laundromat.

He’d been a dreamer once, a strong young man with hopes and aspirations. That felt like three of four hundred lifetimes ago at the least. But he’d learned a thing or five in the time since and he was still learning, still feeling things out here in this long hoped-for second chance that he’d found for himself.

Bart wasn’t his name. It was only his name now. It came with this second chance.

———————–

He’d been born the bastard son of a serving girl slave and a fighter who had no wealth himself. His father had been given the slave as a gift from his general for saving the man’s life in battle when the general had gotten separated in the swirling masses of the crash between two armies.

Along with the girl, the fighter had been given duties as a trainer, and along with that came a place to live when the general’s armies weren’t on the move. But the gift of her wasn’t more than a hope that he might be successful in killing her since no one else had been able to accomplish it.

His mother had been born a high priestess among her own people. She carried herself proudly even after there were few left to worship the gods of her people since there no longer was a temple, other than a ruin on a hill, and there no longer was a people, other than several hundred thousand surviving as conquered peasants now.

She’d come to the fighter in chains, glaring and seething with her hatred for what his kind had done. The trouble was that she wasn’t defenseless, and no matter what had been attempted to break her spirit, those who’d tried had most often ended up dead before her. They’d tried to beat her, whip her, rape her and worse, but though she was chained, she always remained standing there triumphant and laughing. Her gods hadn’t forgotten her.

Their son knew only a little of what had transpired between his parents, but he knew enough.

She’d stood before the fighter, covered in the filth of her neglect at the hands of the frightened jailers. They hadn’t fed her for a week, just hoping that she’d begin to starve quietly. All that they’d accomplished was to make her angrier. They were overjoyed at the chance to be rid of this one.

She sneered at her new owner. She knew enough of their speech, and she was more than prepared to taunt him.

“And?” she glared as she stood before him, “what is your first wish, the first of the commands from my…”

Her nose wrinkled in derision and her voice dripped with her scorn, “master.”

She spit on the floor between them.

He’d looked up from where he sat at the table in his new home, still wondering how he was going to manage all of this — and just how even he was going to be able to eat all of this food here.

He didn’t much like what he saw. The girl was beautiful to him, despite her obvious hatred, and it shamed him to see what his countrymen had done to her — or tried to.

He asked her name, and before she could spit again, he added that it would be fine with him if she lied karabük escort to him — he only wanted a name by which he could talk with her. To her own amazement, she told it to him truthfully.

“Well,” he said, “that is the first thing out of the way.” He gave her his name then and told her that he never wanted to hear her call him her master again. “You have much pride in you still, and it is good to see. I have no plan to break your pride and I cannot think that it would do either of us any good.”

He said, “We are both here due to circumstance. I did not ask to be given a slave, and I did not ask that it be you. Until just now, I knew nothing of you at all, but I will say this; we both are as slaves here and I have my own master, though I wear no chains that you might see. What I see on you there are nothing more than reminders of the ones which I wear, though they cannot be seen.”

He nodded, “On one so beautiful and proud, they are as sins to me.”

He gestured toward the feast on his table, “Please do not spit on my floor again. I think that I need the help of my new companion with this problem before me. Food such as this goes wasted everywhere here, and I see it as wrong — just as I see those chains in the same way.”

“Be glad of these chains,” she growled, “for they are all that prevent me from tearing your heart from you.” She began to curse him and revile him in an unending torrent of insults.

He listened for a time, and then stood to step closer. She was surprised, but it didn’t cause her to miss a beat in her invective tirade. He reached out and took her lead — the single chain attached to her bound hands and walked away slowly, leading her — still cursing – to another chamber. It took little effort on his part, but she knew that she had to follow or he would drag her and still use little of his strength to do it.

He noticed that she paused as she looked around her, and he held up one finger.

“No spitting” he said. “None. Not once anymore in my presence. I do not know you, and I do not know why you are a slave. But I can see that it does not befit one such as you. Something like this is far beneath one like you, and I will not suffer it.”

She spit in his face.

She began then to ask him what he planned to do about it, but her vitriol was cut short when he picked her up bodily and dropped her into the deep bath. Before she could even move to reach the surface, she found herself staring at his face from very close up. He’d taken hold of her chains and pulled her half out of the bath and she hung in his grip. His voice remained calm.

“If you can calm yourself here and stop the rise of your indignation for but a moment or two, you may see that I mean you no harm at all. I have no need or want of a slave. I will not harm you. You stink, and it is not your fault, but I mean to have you sit at my table and eat with me — and not as the slave that I have no use for, but as one who is as imprisoned as I am.”

His face came even closer, “Until now, I have never kept a slave, but you have been given to me and I cannot change this, no matter what I might want. I will need to care for you when I am one who had only had to care for myself and the fighters around me. Use the mind behind those lovely and hate-filled eyes for a moment. I am trying to make the best of this for us both.”

She began to draw herself together for another blast, but he pulled her even closer to his face — to the point where almost all that she could see were his eyes.

What she saw then were the burning eyes of one imprisoned, just as she was though in a different way. She saw the scars of his battles even from this close up, and she felt his obvious might.

“Stop this, if you have anything in your mind but your rage. Whatever you have suffered, I have done none of it to you. I fought in the army that vanquished your land, that is all, and I had no choice in it.”

He shook her once then and his strength surprised her when she noticed that his other hand was on the rim of the bath. He was holding her up with only one hand.

“I am trying here to offer the poor friendship of a trained and tired killer to a queen or a princess or, … whatever you once were. You can howl at me all that you like, but it changes nothing here. We are trapped and shackled together no matter what we would like. Think. You might kill me, and I might kill you, and for what? I try here to offer you some kind of life, and though you will get no dignity from my kind, you will get much from me, if you would only allow it.”

He pulled back a little, “You are fine, and none of this befits you. I seek only to make this a little better for you. I want to share the little bounty that I am given, that is all.”

The priestess shook her head slowly before him, keeping her eyes on his. “And then what, my conqueror?” The sneer was gone and she spoke quietly, still showing her proud nature.

“Am I to cower at osmaniye escort your kind feet and service you in your bed at night like any good slave girl does, whether she wants it or not?”

He shook his head, looking down for a moment. He looked at her face, “No. That is beneath you as well. We eat together and we talk between us so that I can come to an idea for what I need from you, since we are together here no matter what we may wish. You may sleep in my bed, and I will sleep on the floor, since between us, I am the one who most often must sleep where I can. It comes with the life I have. You are only my slave because someone above me wills it to be. For my part, this is all far beneath one such as you. Stand up … please.”

He helped her to her feet and she stood compliant and followed his directions as he bathed her carefully, cursing the sores and the chains on her the entire time. When she was clean, he helped her out of the bath and she stood in shock as he dried her very carefully before asking her to come back to the table in the other room where she stood beside him.

“I cannot feed myself like this,” she said.

“I know it,” he nodded, looking at her, “I am considering. I need to know if any of my words have gotten into your head. I would hate more than anything to have to feed you, and I will not allow you to eat like an animal from a plate on the floor. Can you not find a little trust in your heart?”

She sighed, “I can. I see what you would do for me here.” She hung her head.

He lifted her chin, “None of this,” he growled low in his throat quietly, “Never again before me. I think that you are such a proud one for a reason, though I do not know what it might be. But I can see that it is not only because of high birth. I see that there is more to you. But I will have none of this head-hanging between us. I think that I would rather have you spit on me again than to see this. Please wait.”

He walked off and returned with a large dry towel. “I was given the keys for these insults that you wear. I know of what you have done to the jailers. I heard them talk among themselves outside my door as they brought you. I am pleased that you have ways to protect yourself, but these things must come off for I cannot look at them much longer myself. I will remove your chains and shackles, and you may use this to cover yourself, and then, please, may we finally eat together?”

The young priestess finally found a thin smile for him then and she nodded. As the signs of her new and very low status lay in a heap on his floor, she sat and looked at him.

“You did not wrap yourself in the towel,” he said, “why? I will try tomorrow to find some clothing for you, but this is all that I could do for you this night. I could give you a singlet of mine, but you would be lost in such a thing. Still, it would offer you some dignity.”

She shook her head, “No. I am not cold, and I come at last to know the kind of warrior that you are. I feel no shame in front of you for you have already seen all of me that there is to see and you have washed and cared for me better than any of my own slaves have ever done all of my life. For one such as you, it must have been hard with those hands much used to gripping a sword and smashing skulls to show me such care as you have. Also, I am so hungry now that my dignity matters little, and anyway, I am a slave myself now. I see more than enough dignity now for myself in your eyes.”

He grabbed his wooden plate and heaped food on it until it could hold no more and he placed it before her, “Then please, eat.”

He filled one goblet with water and one with wine and set them both in front of her. “We will need more of these things,” he said, “but for now, use these.”

She shook her head, looking at his arms and the tendons and veins there, along with his scars. Now that she took the time for it, there was much more to him than his hard fighter’s face showed and she knew that he couldn’t help the way that he looked. He was a hard man — it was plain — but he hadn’t chosen the way that he looked. It was how his life and the horrors of his warrior’s existence had shaped him. He hadn’t chosen this any more than she had chosen her life.

And neither of them had chosen this.

“We will share,” she said softly.” “You are very fearsome to look at, but I have seen some of your heart here. If we must be together, I see that you want no slave, but you would try to find something for me to do so that I might help you. I understand these things.”

By the time that their meal had ended, they’d indeed found some things where she could help him, and though she remained a slave to him, she was no slave to him between them, and he took her wherever his duties carried him. She was his servant and armorer, learning anything very quickly. She was his guide in his rise among the officers, planning every political move for him to the finest detail. He very seldom knew of it, marmaris escort but she had found plots and intrigues going on behind his back as he rose through the ranks. The priestess was very quiet about it, but she’d murdered many by the time that he was in a position to declare that she was now free and could go where she would.

But where she would go was wherever her warrior was.

She used her abilities to protect him in battle, and in the quiet times between them, she taught him of her gods, and showed him how to protect himself in many ways.

She’d wanted to kill him as soon as look at him when they’d met, but by the time that the meal and their long talk was over, she’d forced herself to revise her opinion.

As he showed her where she would sleep, she grasped his hand as he’d turned to go, and asked him to sleep with her. Somewhere in the dark of his bed chamber, it came to her that they were a very unlikely pair, the powerful priestess and the mighty fighter, but it didn’t change anything. They tamed each other from the first night and a very strong love grew between them.

———————–

The one now known as Bart was born late in their second year together. He spent his childhood among the wagons and the horses of a conquering army most often. He grew and with the teachings of his parents learned much that helped him in his own rise to be a general in his father’s armies.

Along the way, he’d had his own slaves, but the women who cared for his tired and scarred body had all asked meekly to be his when he’d walked by them all in their chains. They knew that this was the one, having heard about the mighty young general who was riding down the soldiers of their own armies as he conquered more and more in the name of his now-ruling parents.

Most often, he only looked and smiled, telling their handlers that he wished to hear nothing of ill-treatment of any slave, for to be vanquished was as much the luck of the draw as a lowly birth.

But once in a while, he chose one for himself, always asking them why they wished for the invisible chains of his house. He always paid well for them, and always told them that he would pay them as well, and that if they had a brain, he advised them to save what he gave them against the day that they wished to leave him as freed slaves and citizens of the kingdom.

But that had all ended on a battlefield as he rode the crush of his winning tide. As he took the life of the enemy king, he suffered the pain and the instant knowledge that there was a sorcerer here as well. Both the general and the king lay dead, but his spirit hung before a necromancer who sneered at him that he as now a dead servant who would make the sorcerer a king in his own right.

It had been a huge assumption on the necromancer’s part, and the gods of his mother tore the male witch’s flesh from his bones, taking him into eternal torment.

None of that helped the dead bastard general. His spirit wandered for thousands of years, seeing what humans such as he was once had accomplished for themselves. But there was the one chance that fate had offered…

He’d seen the policeman lying in the pool of his own blood in the alley. The killers stood laughing, high as anything nearby and almost twitching nervously. But the general watched as the spirit of the policeman named Bart left him, and took the one chance that he’d seen for this in all of the thousands of years of his wandering and eased himself into the body — and hopefully, into the life as well.

He’d had only seconds, but he used his strength to close the tear in his throat until there was only the mark of it. What coursed through his veins and arteries then was more his will than what blood remained, but he commanded this body to produce more blood and as fast as it could. It took him only three minutes to remember where his mind could control the synapses, and then he was in firm control of a body once more — and it lived.

Unseen in the dark, he sat up, and by the time that any of them bothered to turn and look to where he’d lain, he was gone. He was careful to leave some of his blood seeping and collapsed against the fender of the backup unit on this call. He spent six days in hospital recovering, but he recovered far more than that. As the doctors filled him with bags of the blood of others, he relinquished the space for it and drew back on his own will until he was whole again.

Then he sought answers in the residual memories of his new brain, learning everything there was to know about this Bart.

The man that he now was.

The knowledge was useful. It told him where he lived and what he’d done, so many things.

Seven nights after his release from hospital, he was on his recovery leave, walking the same part of town. He had a debt to repay to the one whose spirit had left him this body at just the right instant. He wore track shoes, track pants and a black T-shirt.

He found the same fools in the same alley, but they didn’t recognize him. He let some of his other features show through, the ones that the necromancer had given him – like the razor sharp teeth which filled his mouth. Like the featureless blackness where his irises should have shown in his eyes. The muscles had come from Bart, but he added his own build to that.

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