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The door slid open with a low hiss and, as it always had, got stuck just a bit before it could slide fully into the wall. I stepped in, turning to side-step in, and heard it hiss again as it slid closed. I sighed as I had every other time this little routine had played out and walked across the room to tap the button on the light panel. The button that actually worked as opposed to the three that didn’t on that panel alone. Despite being the one evaluating and scheduling maintenance I had never gotten around to sending the work crew to my personal quarters to diagnose and repair the various malfunctioning switches and light fixtures. Dim blue emergency lights rimmed the corners of the walls and ceilings which gave me enough light to see as I stepped past the panel and into the hallway beyond.

Everything was quiet save for the low thrum of machinery and the tapping of my heels against the cool metal floor. I had gotten pretty used to this quiet; a thankful change from the incessant yelling and music my old apartment had seemingly always been flooded with. My lab coat fluttered behind me as I walked at a brisk pace, my mind too awake for me to go to sleep as I knew I probably should have. I mean, there wasn’t really ever any kind of curfew established and the other members of the staff were usually all working on their own projects till God knew when but it still never hurt to actually try to maintain some kind of decent sleep schedule. I couldn’t remember the last time I actually did.

The second door, one that actually opened and closed without issue, opened as I approached it. This one had been constructed to resemble the same dark metal walls of the fortress and only opened when I was present. Beyond it was a room that slowly came to life as I entered; a laboratory I had secreted away when the task of figuring out the initial floor plan had fallen to me. The lights, actual white ceiling lights and not the same emergency backups that lit the bedroom, slowly began to rise in brightness so as to not immediately blind me everytime I stepped in from the dark hallway. The few small machines and computers that had been afforded to me began to power on and it once again felt like I was coming home.

“Good evening, Ms. Charlie. The current time on Umbra IV is 12:32 AM. You currently have: no ongoing processes. All subjects are accounted for.” said the soft feminine voice of Lara, my lab’s resident AI assistant and one of three master AI within the fortress.

The lights were now raised to the bright white one would usually associate with a sterile, impersonal lab but impersonal was anything but accurate. The walls were adorned with old bits and bobs I had collected over the years spent aimless at the colony; a mix of ancient movie posters, lewd art depicting women in various states of undress that were common in my old workplace and even the first dollar that had been shoved into my g-string back during my days as a dancer which sat in a little frame by the door. There weren’t many things here to remind me of my past but as rough as it had been, they weren’t memories I shied away from. I currently had the smallest lab of three dedicated to fairly simple logistical work, the other two being the main tech and teleportation lab as well as the dedicated genetics lab, so I don’t think anyone was going to complain about a few personal effects filling out the empty space. Most of my work was either personal experiments or ones involving nutritional concerns for our subjects.

My image came into view in a floor mirror standing against the west wall and I took a moment to stand before it. People might not have guessed that the tiny little scientist-turned-stripper-turned-scientist still valued lewd clothing but I couldn’t help but take a moment to admire myself in the mirror. Call it vanity or whatever other unsavory words that might come to mind but I made it a point to love my body as much as I loved my mind, thank you very much!

My lab coat flew out of my hand to the table sitting beside the mirror and all that was left on my frame was a cow print ‘slingkini’ I had ordered in as soon as the swimming pool was finished. If anyone thought that a scientist couldn’t be a sexbomb, then I was living proof of the opposite and damn if I didn’t feel good about it. My hands reached up to squeeze my breasts, soft and heavy in my grip and I gave them a hefty jiggle which always brought a smile to my face. Long and straight strawberry-blonde hair crested over my shoulders while flat bangs sat above my brow and my tall heels clacked as I swung my hips from side to side. The heels were absolutely a bit vain but when you’re barely a hair over five foot three, it felt nice to have shoes that let you reach the tall shelves of your lab. That and I paid good money for them during my dancer days and nothing was going to stop me from enjoying my hard earned purchases!

“Charlie,” I said bayburt escort to my reflection, “You’re still beautiful. You’ve still got brains even if they only ever loved you for your boobs. You’re still good enough even if you didn’t always think you were.”

My fingers slipped under the thin fabric of the slingkini as I stripped it off and set it down on the table with the lab coat before taking a second to look at my tattoos. A few were old and a few were new but each was lewd maybe a bit too bold. A rich blue jellyfish sat in the center of my chest with flowing tendrils and beaded chains that once crested nicely under my breasts back when they were a reasonable size. Matching blue beaded chains circled the under and outer curve of my areolas so at least they and the jelly were visible. A bar code rested over my right breast with the words ‘GRADE A’ under it paired with a tattoo on my hip drawn to resemble a cattle brand reading ‘Umbra Farms – Grade A Fuckmeat’. The words ‘Money Makers’ were written, one on each huge, squishy thigh and could only be read when they were properly spread, which I honestly loved doing. The last one was by far the lewdest; it was a tattoo of a heart over my womb bearing cute devil horns and bat wings with a knotted cock filling the and sealing the heart. Turned out to be a bit ironic when I later found out I was largely infertile, but hey, a girl can still have her fun.

I gave myself a hearty slap on the ass and reached over to the bag sitting on the table. Inside were some bras and panties I had ordered and I figured it was as good a time as any to try them on. The frilly blue panties slid up my thick and luscious thighs to rest high on my waist to accentuate my wide hips which made me squeal a bit. They had looked incredible online and they looked even better on me! Woe to the men who could have seen what they looked like on the floor but now they’d just have to weep at night knowing I got away. Alright, so maybe I was a little vain. Just a tiny little bit as a treat to myself. I was hot and I was never going to hide that fact.

The matching bra perfectly hugged my pale, freckled breasts and that alone was an engineering marvel given how hard it was to shop for my milky G-cups. Even harder when experimentation expanded them by another cup or two but thankfully they always resettled back to a G, a fair cry from my original D’s. A bra like this would have eaten up at least a night’s tips on its own back in the day but now I had plenty of cash to play with. I tried on a pair of semi matte/sheer black underwear; this set made of a strapless bra turning sheer from the nipple up and a devilishly tiny thong that only turned matte as it reached my pussy, followed by a crimson set of lacey bits all while posing and squeezing in front of the mirror. It was just a little thing I did for fun, something to break up the monotony of getting tests done so my little goblin brain didn’t get bored.

A wink flashed in the mirror before I stepped away now wearing the black set as tiny-doofus-me had decided it was my favorite of the bunch, and the fridge now greeted me. Hunger had taken root in me after my swim and I was thankful we had a working shower and air-dryer attached to the swimming area so that I was already washed up, dried and ready to relax. My hands quickly reached for a bottle of moscato and a can of lemon-lime soda as well as a container filled with strawberries I had sliced just earlier that day. A glass, the sound of liquids pouring and fizzing, a few slices dropped in and I was set to relax. I didn’t really have anything in mind other than to drink, snack and enjoy my time but not everything had to be a thoroughly planned out event. Clacking filled the air as I strutted over past my desk and the monitor turned on to display my desktop.

“Shall I put on some music, Ms. Charlie?” Lara asked.

“Yes, Lara. Something soft and sensual, if you wouldn’t mind.”

“Of course, Ms. Charlie.” she said.

A second later, the room felt just a tiny bit like the upscale lounges I was occasionally hired to stroll around bunny suit-clad and with a drink tray in hand. Soft and decadent jazz wafted to my ears as I leaned back in the large and comfy leather lounge chair my very generous boss had ordered for me which sat in a corner I had set aside as a comfort area that didn’t fit well in my bedroom. The rich flavor of my drink, not at all mixed with a bit too much moscato because I was never very good at making drinks, rolled over my tongue and I lamented we didn’t have a robot programmed with a bartender preset but such was life in the Fortress. We hadn’t been there long enough to have a lot of amenities and I was grateful just to have a chair to sit in that accommodated my thick legs.

Short as I always was, my legs epitomized the ‘thick shortstack’ look people seemed to really bartın escort like and I knew I certainly loved being a bundle of soft and squish. The leather shifted and creaked as I leaned back, putting one leg up over the other while I took another sip of my drink. The strawberries were calling to me that night so my free hand reached over to pluck a slice from the container before lifting it to my tongue. Most of the snacks in my fridge were one kind of fruit or another and I usually couldn’t help but snack away anytime I found myself in the lab. Any complaints about maintaining a sterile environment could be submitted with the whiner’s face planted firmly between my delicious thighs.

I lifted the next slice but it fell from my tongue and landed on my breast leaving me to crane my head down to lick it back up. I swallowed the tasty thing and took a second to lick the sweet juice from my freckled skin which gave me a stupid little idea harkening back to my old job. Only the mind of a silly little goblin could compel a woman to lift her breasts out of her bra to then place strawberry slices against her cute pink nipples but there I was, organic pasties and all, giggling like an idiot as I ate the slices and lapped my tongue over my nubs to clean the juice off of them. Maybe it was the boredom or just my own libido taking over but I hardly even noticed how quickly I had taken hold of my breast and wrapped my plump lips around the stiffening nub.

Nothing suited relaxation and cocktails quite like pleasure as muffled moans mingled with the melodic music playing from my computer and boy did I ever find something suckling on my nipples a surefire way to relax. My lips released my nipple to greedily sip more of my drink and I could feel that pleasant burn in my cheeks again. I alternated between strawberries, drink and my nipple, my tongue lolling over the hard nub until I could taste the sweet milk starting to flow from all the stimulation. It took a good while to get used to producing milk every day, to all the tests and measurements we had to do but it was worth it. While I appreciated having more to show off, it was all due to the need to produce more and more milk for the growing monstrous menagerie we had been breeding once we got the pens built and secured. No one would ever say I complained, however, as spending a day going from pen to pen breastfeeding the monsters was easily one of my favorite jobs. My Boss could complain about using a milking machine being more efficient but efficiency didn’t get my panties soaked, now did it?

I was pretty sure the Boss wouldn’t have been happy to see I was ‘wasting resources’ by lounging about suckling down what probably should have gone to the beasts but what the Boss didn’t know couldn’t hurt her. Besides, by that point I was getting very nicely sauced and the sweet taste of my milk paired wonderfully with the strawberries leaving me in snack heaven! A lot of work had gone into just my breasts alone and no, that didn’t mean any kind of implants. Lots of injections, though. Not only was I producing over a gallon per day, but the nutritional quality and taste were well beyond anything an average woman could produce. Really, it meant I spent a good chunk of each day getting milked like the cutest little cow this side of the Heron Rift while snacking to keep my own nutrition in check. You’d certainly never hear me complaining!

I released my nipple, letting the heavy breast fall and bounce in a pleasing way when I had an idea. My eyes wandered back to the cow slingkini, down to my breasts and then finally over to the various liquids resting on a table across the room. There was something needing testing and now seemed like the perfect time!

“Lara?,” I called out, “Is the new test sample ready?”

“Yes, Ms. Charlie. All levels have been triple checked and a dose was loaded into your injector while you were out. Shall I bring it to you?” Lara asked, the music going quiet as she spoke.

“Yes please, along with a drone and a tank!” I said, my voice getting giddy with excitement.

A slot in the wall slid open and from it came a small hovering drone. It flew over to my desk where the injector lay before grabbing it with two little arms that popped out of the sides of its black metal shell. It flew over to me, handing me the injector where the new bright pink liquid filling the tube was loaded into the rear. The drone flew off and soon it returned to place a pair of suction tubes on the arm of the chair, leaving again to fetch the tank. I could hear it setting the large, heavy metal tank down behind me before rising up to grab the connector on the tubes so it could attach them to the pump installed at the top of the tank. I smiled as I placed the tip of the needle against my breast at the midpoint between my chest and my nipple before pulling the little trigger to ığdır escort deliver the first half dose. It stung but once half of the tube was injected, I placed it over on the other breast and repeated the injection. I set the injector down on the arm of the chair and placed the suction tubes over my nipples, my heart racing at the thought of how much this was going to improve milk production. If my calculations were correct, which I’ll admit hadn’t always been, this new formula would let me produce so much at once that after a few days of milking we’d finally have enough to stockpile the tanks we needed to to begin upping our monster breeding efforts. We’d need more bodies to actually breed them but we weren’t about to boost our efforts if the creatures would just end up hungry soon after. The last thing we needed were pens filled with starving, angry beasts of war.

The pump kicked on with a low hum and I felt the cup grip tight on my skin with a pleasant pressure I had come to enjoy. Nothing felt as good as an actual mouth drinking greedily from my breasts but being milked at all was something I adored. It might have sounded odd but that was just part of the job! We didn’t have many other bodies to produce food for our projects and only I was able to produce this much as the Boss and our resident Geneticist were too busy with more critical work to contribute much so it was probably a good thing I really enjoyed it. The Boss was hard at work getting us ready to assault the test target and our genetic master was getting our projects as mean and hardy as possible before then but none of that was here or there. For now it was just me and my new lactate boosters; a potent cocktail of natural chemicals taken from all over known space and tested to ensure compatibility with human biology. That and a mix of aphrodisiacs as I found that I usually produced more if I was properly squirming while being milked.

Milk began to spray into the tubes while I watched, a giddy smile on my face. My hands quickly reached up to my breasts to start squeezing and massaging them, getting the milk flowing faster and faster. I closed my eyes and leaned back in my chair while pleasure completely soaked my chest. I looked down to see…the tubes almost completely filled with milk. I was producing so much that the low suction from the pump wasn’t able to move all of it as it came!

I was honestly awestruck to see such immediate results and so far, the boosters were already past my initial projections! I usually couldn’t exceed the low suction on my own and I had originally calculated that I could after a few minutes but the boosters had really set me past that notion far faster than I could ever have foreseen. I knew the Boss would be very pleased to see this kind of progress and once we had a few test runs under our belts, I was confident we’d be ready to roll this out once we had more bodies to farm more efficiently.

“Lara, estimate time till the tank is full.” I asked.

“Thirty minutes on low suction. Shall I increase power to the pump, Ms. Charlie?” Lara asked.

“Up it to mid power, please.”

The humming grew louder and I could feel the suction increase as the tubes tugged tighter on my nipples. The sensation was driving me wild and even with my mind focused on the potential of the project, I couldn’t help but moan and pant as the pleasure continued to build. I squeezed hard and shook violently, forcing me to let go and just shudder for a moment before doing it again. Even just brushing my breasts with my fingers sent shivers down my spine and a moan into the air. I had never been this sensitive before but dear gaaahhhhhd did it feel incredible! I couldn’t help but think about the first time I was ever milked, about how sensitive my nipples were for days after.

I looked down to check the tubes and…they were completely filled with milk. I couldn’t even see through any of the clear rubber as it had all been entirely filled with creamy white milk! I knew there would likely be hell to pay in dehydration but that couldn’t put a dent in the raw pleasure or the amazing potential in the drug! I had to keep going, had to keep being a cow to see just how far I could take it!

“Lara! Max power to the pump!” I called out.

It felt like someone had pinched my nipples and started to pull on them. I could almost feel myself being dragged forward. My head fell back and I couldn’t stop panting. My body was heating up faster than I had predicted but I couldn’t focus on what was causing this effect to reach such heights. Was the dose too high? Was the mixture incorrect? I could only start to fathom what had caused so great an effect when I made the mistake of squeezing my breasts again.

Pleasure exploded through me and my hands fell to grip the arms of the chair as if I was going to fling myself out of it with how hard I was shaking. My head flung back and I stared wide-eyed at the ceiling as I tried to take a deep breath. The room was filled with desperate panting and the humming of the pump while I tried not to scream. It felt like the room’s heater had completely broken as I fanned myself, only just then realizing I had been unconsciously spreading my legs as I sat. Old habits certainly died hard…

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My Perfect Tens

Part 10 of 15

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Life is good for Jim, who harvests prolific amounts of erotic energy from a growing harem of innocent young women anxious to learn about erotic love. In Part 10 of the 15-part series “My Perfect Tens,” we see how Jim uses his special talents to reward his lovers.

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The next months were the best of my life. Things had been wonderful since the day I met Daniel and used his help to have sex with perfect tens. Nothing approached the joy of seducing a bevy of beautiful virgins and harvesting their vast reservoirs of passion. I spent time with different women every day. I’d say I was living every man’s fantasy, but it was much better than that.

There was Elena, an architecture major whose brilliant mind combined artistic elements that made her a good designer, and technical sophistication that made her a good engineer. There’s something special about seducing a woman with such a powerful intellect. It took months to harvest all her virginities.

I had fun with a beautiful girl named Wanda, who wanted to be a model. She was photogenic enough, but modeling is a challenging profession that is hard to enter. I used my mental influence to seduce the head of a modeling agency and get her to sign Wanda to a contract.

There was Julia, a pre-med student who wanted to be a doctor so she could help people. She produced a kind of compassionate energy unlike anything I found in any other woman. I funneled some of that energy and used it to enhance her memory, which would make her a better physician.

There were others. I introduced them all to intimate romance, then took them on a step-by-step journey where they experienced all the kinds of sex men and women enjoy. But two women received more of my attention than any of the others. I was awed by the artistic depths of my perceptive Iris, and entranced by the fierce power of my athletic Lena.

My meetings with Iris always began with me taking her to bed. Afterward, we’d spend time in conversation. Sometimes I’d take her to a museum, or to hear a symphony, or to have a meal at some trendy high-end restaurant. I bought her gifts, ranging from nice clothes to expensive art supplies. There was lingerie, of course. She loved elegant lingerie.

Iris asked me to sit for a portrait. As I watched her work, I reached into her mind and stimulated the parts of her brain that made her a good artist. I helped her talent grow every week. By the time she finished my portrait, she’d become an artistic genius.

“Iris, that’s a beautiful painting,” I told her. “You made me look like an interesting person.”

“I made you look the way I see you, Jim,” she said. Iris was justifiably proud of her work. She said she’d give me the painting eventually, but that first, she wanted to submit it to one of her professors, who’d assigned his students to do portraits.

The professor was impressed. He showed the painting to other members of the art faculty, who all agreed that Iris was the most talented student they’d ever seen. From that moment on, all the professors in the School of Art waited anxiously as Iris worked on projects. They wondered what kind of masterpiece she’d produce next.

Iris understood that she’d experienced some kind of wonderful transformation. She wasn’t sure why she’d suddenly become a better artist, but she often thought it had something to do with giving me her virginity. Iris imagined I’d become her muse.

She wasn’t wrong.

In bed, Iris evolved into the kind of lover who was naturally submissive. She liked to let me take charge, deciding what we did and how we did it. That was convenient, because I wanted Iris to experience every kind of sex imaginable. Different positions. Bondage. Blindfolds. Role playing. Oral. Anal. Facials.

She loved it all. Every time she had a new experience she lost another virginity, and she produced an explosion of erotic energy that was almost as powerful as the very first time we went to bed.

There was a big difference between the way Iris and Lena made love. Iris liked to be a passive recipient of my attention, while Lena liked to fight for control. They were both wonderful, but in wonderfully different ways.

I suppose that the best example is what happened the first time they experienced anal sex. For Iris, it was a complete surprise. We started by having very conventional missionary-style sex that was exactly like the kind we had so often. I felt her excitement build slowly, until finally I knew she was about to climax.

At that exact moment, I pulled my wet cock from her pussy, placed the head against her tight butthole, and suddenly pushed inside.

“Jim!!!!!” she cried. I sensed that she experienced a bit of pain when I shoved my cock shoved into her tight bottom for the first time, but her main feeling zonguldak escort was one of shocked surprise. The sensation overwhelmed her senses as she began to learn why some women like anal sex more than any other kind.

I came immediately, flooding her backside with a big load of warm, wet cum. By peering into her thoughts, I saw that Iris experienced it as a kind of sensory overload. It was too much to take in at once. There was the painful presence of a hard cock up her backside. The realization that she could feel every vein and ridge in my throbbing dick. Spurt after spurt of my seed going somewhere new. It was a lot of stimulation.

As she climaxed, the powerful muscles of her rectum clamped down on my cock, pinching off my orgasm. That was painful. I needed to unload my balls, but I couldn’t as long as she squeezed me so hard. I could tell that her muscles were trying to expel my cock, so I had to push back just to remain inside her. She twisted from side to side beneath me, trying to get away.

She screamed. There was an eruption of erotic energy that was almost as powerful as the time she lost her first virginity, but this energy had a different quality. There was a mixture of overpowering pleasure along with shock, fear, and pain. She wanted more, and she wanted less. Iris was unable to think rationally as every part of her mind focused on the waves of sensation that originated in her ass and spread to every part of her body.

“Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim! Jim!” she cried. I sensed that she wanted me to do something, but she wasn’t sure what. She wanted me to stop, and she wanted me to continue. She wanted me to pull out, and she wanted me to go deeper. Iris thought my cock felt enormous when it was up her tight ass. It felt good being fucked by such a big cock, but it also hurt.

Her orgasm faded slowly as I felt her rectum clench and unclench again and again. Her whole body trembled as the bubble of energy slowly contracted around us. Iris finally regained the ability to think rationally.

“Will it always hurt so much?” she whispered afterward.

“It will never hurt that much again,” I replied. “Your bottom will get used to my cock. It will stretch. It will always hurt a little bit, but not the way it hurt today.” From then on, I used two fingers when I applied lube to her bottom, and I twisted them around and around to loosen those tight muscles.

With Lena, her first experience with anal sex was completely different. She ASKED me to fuck her ass! Most of what Lena knew about sex came from porn sites. She’d seen plenty of videos that showed men fucking women up the ass, and she wondered how it felt.

“Jim… I want you to do me up my butt,” Lena said one night. “I want to know what that’s like.”

Because she’d watched a lot of videos, Lena knew that the actresses who performed anal sex on camera often made it seem that the act was very painful. There’s a whole category of videos that depict what are called “painals.” But Lena is smart enough to know that producers of sex videos are making a product, and that some customers like seeing pain. Are the performers acting, or does anal sex hurt as much as it looks? Lena wanted to know.

Remember – Lena LIKES pain! Daily, she goes zooming across the ice, leaps into the air, and tries to teach herself new moves. She falls all the time. All. The. Time. I’ve found huge bruises all over her lower body, and she acts like they’re no big deal. For Lena, pain is the price she pays to become better. It’s not surprising she felt that way about sex.

The first time she asked for anal sex, she handed me a bottle of lube and laid down on her belly, presenting her ass for preparation. I took my time applying the lube. It wasn’t just because I wanted to make sure we used enough; I also wanted to give Lena plenty of time to think about what we were about to do. I sensed that she’d been anticipating this moment for days, and she enjoyed knowing it was finally about to happen.

I spread her legs, applied some oil to my cock, and ran the head up and down the crack of her ass, paying special attention to her tight little butthole. Pretty soon I sensed that she was getting impatient. Lena wanted me to stop giving her foreplay she didn’t need. Since that’s how she felt, I pressed the tip of my cock against her anus and pushed, entering as slowly as I could.

She was tighter than any woman I’ve ever sodomized. That’s not too surprising, considering how much time Lena devoted to training. Every muscle in her body was strong, and that included the muscles in her ass. But she also had more control over her muscles, so she was able to relax more than most women. I pushed into her ass, then paused so she could think about how it felt.

Eventually, I began moving in and out. Lena knew she had to relax as much as possible, but she was very tight back there. I sensed that Lena was surprised that my cock felt so much bigger bursa escort than when it was in her pussy. At this point, she believed it didn’t feel very good. It was more clinical than sensual.

That needed to change.

I gripped her hips and rolled her onto one side. It took some work to do this while keeping my cock inside her. When we got into a spoon position, I reached around and began massaging her pussy, being sure to give her clit plenty of attention. At the same time, I began working my cock in and out, going deeper each time. Each stroke delivered a fresh bite of pain.

That’s when Lena’s opinion changed.

She liked those bursts of agony and ecstasy. It made her feel alive. Feeling my cock moving in her ass at the same time my hand massaged her clit became a potent combination. It was much more intense than vaginal sex. I sensed that Lena savored the intensity.

She began moaning. I love it when women make noise during sex. Lena made sexy sounds as I went ever deeper. She got louder, and louder, and eventually her moans became a wail that rose and fell as I went in and out.

The climax growing inside her was different from all her previous orgasms. The erotic energy swirled around her as it grew in power. It finally became so strong that being beside her was like being next to a furnace that seemed ready to explode.

When the blast finally happened, Lena gritted her teeth, squeezed her eyes shut, and made tight little fists. “Yaaaaaaahhhh… eeeeeeeeeee… ooooohhh!!!!” she wailed, shaking her head hard enough to send her hair flying in all directions.

As always, I made sure I climaxed at the same time. Feeling my cock throbbing as I came and came and came pushed Lena even deeper into the fierce emotions triggered by the surrender of her anal virginity. I wasn’t the slightest bit surprised that the powerful muscles of her ass clamped down on my cock and tried to eject me from her body. I was ready, pushing in as she tried to push me out.

She was exhausted by the time it ended. Lena had conditioned herself to push her body to its limits, and that’s exactly what she did. Absorbing her energy was like drinking moonshine. It could not have been any stronger.

When it was finally over, Lena sprawled on the bed with her arms and legs pointing in all four directions. “Oooh!” she said when she felt my cock slip from her ass. I sensed a deep exhaustion, as though she’d completed a particularly rigorous workout. She was limp from her head to her feet.

I held her in my arms, knowing she’d recover quickly. Lena always recovered quickly.

“That was… strange,” she said at last. “I liked it. I’m going to want to do that again. Not today. Soon.”

By the time I introduced Iris and Lena to anal sex, there were very few remaining sex practices that I wanted them to try. The biggest one was the facial. I sensed that they both knew about facials, and they understood that it wasn’t supposed to be degrading. They both knew women invited facials as a way of saying they belonged to their man.

I was optimistic that they’d have a positive reaction, but it was impossible to know in advance. Facials are very edgy, controversial sex acts. Reasonable people have wildly different opinions about them, and I respect the feelings of people who think it demeans women. I didn’t want Iris or Lena to think that, so in the days leading up to their facials I made a special effort to tell them how much I respected and admired them.

That’s when Lena surprised me. She’d become an accomplished cocksucker by this time, able to take my dick deep into her throat and suck the cum right out of my balls. It sometimes seemed as though she was competing with herself, trying to make each blowjob better than the last.

I wasn’t planning to give her a facial that day. I thought I was just getting another blowjob. I was getting ready to climax when I sensed something strange was about to happen. As soon as Lena realized I was about to cum, she pulled my cock from her mouth and pumped vigorously with her hands.

She aimed toward her face, painting it with spurt after spurt of my cum. Since I produce a lot more cum than average men, soon she had a thick gooey layer that covered every part of her face. Lena was panting, trying to catch her breath, as my cum began dripping off her chin and down on her breasts.

She’d seen enough porn videos to know what she wanted next. “Feed me your cum,” she said softly, taking one of my fingers, using it to scoop up a big glob, then sucking that finger clean. I took over, making her slurp up as much cum as I could scoop from her face and breasts. It was completely unexpected.

How did she like it? I sensed that Lena was proud of herself. She was so used to thinking of herself as a champion that she wanted to be a champion at sex. Lena imagined that the sexiest women were excited by lots of things that malatya escort average women disdained. She believed that facials were a good example of her sexual superiority.

It was completely different with Iris. She was also a great cocksucker, but she saw it as a way to submit to my dominance. Iris wanted me to know that she would do anything – anything – that gave me pleasure. She swallowed my cum the first first time she sucked my cock. Most virgins need time to get used to the idea, so I’d have them suck me a few times just to become accustomed to the way my cock felt in their mouths. I wouldn’t make them swallow until they were ready.

Iris imagined she was giving me an ordinary blowjob on the day she got her first facial. Her mind always goes completely blank when she submits totally. She was focused on my cock, and doing whatever it took to make me cum in her mouth. She always starts to suck a little harder when my cock begins to throb. But that didn’t happen this time. Instead, she got a surprise.

Just before I climaxed, I grabbed Iris by the hair and pulled her off my cock. Her eyes had been closed, but they opened wide in surprise. I’d never done anything like this in the past, and I sensed that Iris didn’t realize I planned to cum on her face.

When it happened, she experienced such a wide range of emotions that the energy flowing from her body began to pulsate wildly. She was looking right at my cock when I came, and some of my cum got into her eyes. I kept cumming and cumming, and soon her whole face was a sticky, dripping mess.

Although her first reaction was shock, Iris quickly saw it as another way to be submissive. She thought that if I wanted to use her face this way, she wanted to let me. As an artist, Iris was able to visualize how she looked. It aroused her. She imagined what it would be like to create a portrait that showed her after a facial.

Like Lena, Iris had seen enough porn videos to know what would happen next. I began to scoop up my cum and have her suck it off my fingers. This was an entirely new way for her to be submissive. She already knew she enjoyed the taste and texture of my cum. She liked the way it felt going down her throat. All this triggered outpourings of erotic energy that made me feel stronger by the second.

When it was over Iris gave me a sweet smile. She loved it when I “forced” her to do something new. She’d been a shy, uncertain virgin when we met. Now, she was a confident, sexy, sophisticated woman.

By this time I knew I would need to move on from Iris and Lena. Daniel and I needed a new crop of virgins to harvest more erotic energy. As much as I enjoyed their company, the time was approaching for them to leave. Iris was about to graduate from art school, and Lena was finishing her preparations for the Olympics.

I had parting gifts for both of them.

For Iris, I used my influence to get some important people in the art world to attend a gallery exhibit showing her finest work from college. It was a stunning collection of brilliant paintings that proved she was an emerging talent with a bright future. Thanks to me, a foundation that supports artists gave her a grant that paid for her to travel to Tuscany, where she was expected to create landscape paintings of the marvelous vistas there. Without telling Iris, I donated the money that made her grant possible. Her departure meant we had to part, but that was always inevitable anyway.

For Lena, I arranged for Daniel to help me boost her prowess as an athlete. I’d repeatedly used some spare emotional energy to give her more strength, speed, and agility. But Daniel was more skilled at those kinds of modifications, so one day we went to see her practice on the ice. We entered separately and didn’t sit together because I didn’t want Lena to see us and ask who he was. Daniel and I communicated mind-to-mind.

We watched Lena warm up on the ice, and then start practicing the separate elements of her upcoming competition.

I see what she’s doing, Daniel told me wordlessly. I see how her brain maintains very tight control over her movements. She’s very good.

I agreed, of course. Can you make her better? I asked.

I think I can help, he responded.

Daniel reached out with his mind and made some minor adjustments to the way Lena’s body worked. I could tell that her movements became more assured. More precise. She tried increasingly complicated maneuvers, executing them perfectly.

I was sitting directly behind two of Lena’s coaches. I heard their conversation.

“Lena’s doing very well today,” one coach said.

“She’s been working hard,” the other said. “I wonder if she’s going to try that triple Anya.”

For your information, a triple Anya is a hideously challenging technical element that lots of ice skaters wish they could do. It’s named after Anya Petrov, a skater who did it once during practice. She never did it successfully again, although she tried repeatedly. Since then lots of skaters – including Lena – have tried to make it work.

Lena’s goal was to be the first skater to do it in a competition. If she managed to do it in the Olympics, she’d likely win the gold medal.

We were about to see if Daniel’s little tweaks made the triple Anya possible.

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A Teacher, His Girl, & Me! Ch. 1

I sit in his office everyday picturing him picking me up throwing me on his desk and making mad passionate love to me. Maybe I’m crazy but god he is so HOT!

“Alex… Alex are you listening to me?”

“What, did you say, Mr. Guy?”

“First, I was asking you how you would grade yourself in my class and second how many times have I told you to call me Pat?”

“Sorry, Pat”

“Anyway, I have to go pick my dad up from the airport so I have to go… Will I see you later?”

“I hope so, Pat!”

“Me too, Alex!” I walk away from his office wet everyday… He is the hottest guy (sorry, I couldn’t resist the pun!) on campus. All the girls in my dance classes tell me that they wish they could get into his pants… well I plan to be well on my way there before the semester is over! He has started to show signs of weakness. He stares at me and makes suggestive comments. Our touches linger but if I don’t get this going on soon I think my pussy will burst with anticipation. The main obstacle (no it is not the student/ teacher relationship… that’s an easy one) is his girlfriend. She is so hot but I don’t think A. she is into girls or B. she will give up her man without a fight! So I go along my merry scheming way!

God, I had to get out of that office before I threw that girl on the desk and fucked her brains out! Alex may not be the hottest Coed on campus but she is gorgeous and has the largest rack I have ever seen. For a 20-year-old who is 5’3″ to have 34 DD tits is fucking amazing! She is not the least bit heavy either! What if I talked to Katie…? I know she fooled around with other women when she was in college… and I know she thinks Alex is hot… I wonder if she would be up for that. Alex is always very open with her Bisexuality… something to think and jerk off about when I get home.

“Hey sancaktepe escort honey, I’m home!!!!”

“How was your day, Pat?”

“It was all right… honey, I have something we need to talk about but first I have to have you!” Pat makes a mad grab for Katie’s breasts… “You little slut… never wearing a bra! God you know I love that!” He throws her onto the bed and ravages her body. But Katie stops him…

“I have to know what you wanted to tell me! The suspense is killing me!”

“Okay if you really want to know… I know that we talk about bringing in someone else to spice things up but I have been thinking about one person especially…”

Katie interrupts him, “Alex?”

“Yes, but how did you…”

She interrupts him again, “She is so hot… when can you get her here?” Pat, being ecstatic flips Katie over and starts a rear assault. He rams his hard 9-inch Dick into her pussy while he shoves his rough fingers into her ass. She starts to scream in ecstasy! “Get her here tonight!”

Alex is sitting in her dorm room thinking, “I want him so bad… god I am horny! Well might as well check what is new at Literotica!” She closes her eyes and blindly picks a topic. When she opens them she realizes she has picked group sex! “Interesting!” she mumbles as she begins to read. Midway through she can’t stand it anymore and grabs her silver bullet and starts to go at her clit. Suddenly the phone rings.

“Damn it… ahh okay, crap…” she fumbles for the phone and tries to sweetly say, “Hello?”

“Hi, Alex! It’s Pat…” Oh my God what is Mr. Guy, I mean Pat doing calling me now?

“Hi, Pat what can I do for you?”

“Well, Katie and I were just sitting here thinking that you never came over for dinner and I know you wanted to help edit the tapes so why don’t you come over?”

“What? sultangazi escort Right now?”

“Yeah, why not?”

“Sure no prob, Pat… I’ll be there in 5 minutes!” This is so awesome… either he is really daft or he wants to fuck me! Wait, is Katie Bi? This is going to be more fun than I thought!

“Okay honey Alex is on her way over!”

“Great, let’s get things ready for her!”

When Alex arrived she was very excited and already wet. She had been playing with herself on the way over because she couldn’t stand the excitement. She was wearing his favorite pair of gray snakeskin pants and a tight top with neither a bra nor underwear on! Pat opened the door and greeted her with a hug wherein he ascertained that she was not wearing a bra. “Come on in darling!”

“Where’s Katie?”

“Oh, she is in the shower… I need to go check on our meal, would you go check on her and make sure she has a towel?”

“Sure no problem, Pat.” They were all playing this little game of innocence. Alex knocked on the bathroom door and Katie called her to come in. Alex entered to find a naked Katie about to step into the bathtub. “Oh, hi Alex, I was about to step into the bath… want to join me?”

“Absolutely!” Alex stripped off her outfit and was about to join Katie when Katie stopped her…

“My god they are huge!”

“Why thank you! Your not so bad yourself!” The girls got in the large tub and started to massage each other starting at the feet and slowly working their way up. Katie got to Alex’s upper thigh when Pat walked in.

“Well, I see you gals have taken no time at all in getting to know each other! Why don’t you get out of the tub and into the bed where I can reach you both?” They women helped each other out but before they could leave the room Alex stopped them.

“I cihangir escort have a confession to make… I want to be your slave! Please control me.” This shocked everyone but they took it in stride. “Slave crawl to the bedroom and lie on your back with your legs open and wait for us!”

“Yes, master” When Katie and Pat got to the room she had done exactly as ordered. Katie started to play with the slaves pussy and Pat with her mouth and tits. They got her up to an orgasm and then stopped. “Slave beg for it… beg for us to relieve you!” Pat growled as he twisted her nipple. “Please, please, I want to cum… I must cum, please master and mistress!”

“Shall we let her?”

“Not until she makes me cum!” said Katie. So Alex got up and started to lick Katie’s pussy until she felt her shudder… While Alex was doing that Pat was mouth-fucking Katie. The two of them came at the same time. Now Alex was hurting, she needed to cum so bad! Pat put her on all fours and started to fuck her.

Oh my God she is so tight and hot! I never knew fucking a student would be this good! Boy, is she going to pass! Pat dumped his load deep in her tight pussy. Things continued like this for hours, until it became light out and Pat and Alex realized they had classes that day! They all got in the shower together and fucked more. When they got out and dried off they sat down at the table to talk.

“Well, Alex, Katie and I would like you to move in and become our slave full time.”

Alex was delighted!

“When I am not home you are to please Katie whenever she wants. You have lost your rights.”

“Yes, master!” She was loving every minute of this! Later that day she had a strange feeling in her stomach, as did Katie. They went to the drugstore together and both took pregnancy test… Boy would they have a surprise for Pat when he got home!

* * * * *

There will be more to come with this story… more about Alex living with Katie and Pat, as well as bringing in other people. This is not a true story but I wish it was. It is kinda my fantasy for one of my young professors who is (I know he is!) attracted to me! Thanks for reading and look for more soon! -Ladybugirl

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The dark night sky lights up once, twice and then a third time. There’s no sound, just a bright light that extends from the sky down to the ground. The lights that can be seen are not lightning, they are actually a rift between dimensions. They form and close so quickly, to most it seems as if its lighting. Within moments three flying vehicles ascend into the sky off in the distance. They stall in the sky for a few moments before taking off towards one of the instances of light.

One of the vehicles flies over a wooded area. It stops in the air where the light had reached the ground. Two drones drop from the bottom of the vehicle and begin to scan the contact site. One of the drones picks something up and begins to zip between the trees until it reaches a dirt road. The drones scans the road and hovers over to a ditch, before flipping on its spot light. In the ditch is a black male. The vehicle flies over the road before slowly descending to the ground. Once it lands the door opens and a tall black female in a lab coat steps out. She walks over to the ditch and sees the man lying there.

“Please be alive!” The woman drops down into the ditch. “Come on give me something.”

The man in the ditch begins to cough and move around.

“Yay, he’s ALIVE!” The woman can barely hold back her excitement. “I know you are really confused and probably exhausted… But I am Vivian! I’m not here to hurt you at all. The organization I work for wishes to help you and everyone else that is affected by the dimensional dispersion.”

The man looks up puzzled before slowly extending his hand to her. Vivian helps him to his feet and out of the ditch. The man looks around as Vivian presses a button on the vehicle, causing the door to open. Vivian turns around and gets the man’s attention. As they enter the vehicle the woman sits down and can’t stop staring at the man. She presses a button in the vehicle, the door closes and it begins to ascend into the sky.

“I told you my name, so why don’t you tell me yours? Maybe where you came from, what it was like…” Vivian says with a smile as she puts on a pair of glasses.

“My… my name is… Andre. I’m from… Wait did you say dimensional dispersion?! Like I was pulled out of my own dimension and brought here… So… this isn’t earth?!” Andre begins to panic. “Where exactly am I?”

Vivian giggles with excitement. “Oooh I am so happy. Most of you from other dimensions hear that, have a panic attack and slip into a coma… But you… You’re resilient, I like that. So to answer your question, you are on earth… Just not the earth you call home. “

Vivian presses a button on her arm rest and the windows become clear. Andre looks out and sees a ton of lights and other flying vehicles. His jaw drops and his eyes widen.

“Surprised huh? So I take it, your earth isn’t as technologically advanced as we are. I would love to know more about your earth and what it’s like. But that can wait. For now let explain a little more of what is happening and where we are going.” Vivian adjusts her glasses.

Vivian explains that she works for the Perpetual Unification Systems and Services as an Acclimation Leason. She continues to explain dimensional rifts and how they are researching ways to locate and return those that are brought to this dimension by the rifts. Until they can figure that out, her organization is housing those that are now trapped in this dimension.

As Vivian finishes up explaining everything that is going on they have finally made it to their destination. Their vehicle lands and the door opens for them to step out. Vivian leads the way followed by Andre. As he steps out of the vehicle Vivian is all smiles. She leads him to a small examining room. Vivian has Andre sit down on the examining table. She grabs a few tools, she examines his ears, his eyes and his reflexes. She pulls out a clear clipboard and holds it out in front of Andre. A picture of him forms, with records of his height, weight and more. She quickly begins typing on her clipboard.

“Alright! Now I need you to remove your clothes and stand in the center of the room. No need to worry, there’s a scanner in the ceiling that will scan your organs and stuff.Aside from being naked it’s not invasive.” Vivian smiles as Andre stands to his feet.

Andre takes off his clothes and stands in the center of the room. Vivian walks around Tyrell examining his body. She gets a glimpse of his cock and bites her bottom lip. She stops herself from staring as the scans begin. Vivian walks over to Andre’s clothes and puts them in a plastic bag. She seals the bag and places it into a small drawer in the room. As the scan continues, the light shines from the ceiling and over Andre’s body. It makes a few passes and then shuts off.

“Now thats a cock! I apologize if thats a little too forward. We are very open and honest with each other here. I bet the ladies love you.” Vivian smiles and winks at Andre.

“Thanks… Caught me off guard, but you’re good. Honestly some did.” Andre chuckles. “Since you are going to be bursa escort studying me, I would like to get to know you too. If thats okay.” Andre says with a smile.

“Ooh I like that idea. Honestly no one really asks me about myself.” Vivian sits back down in her chair and rolls over to Andre, as he sits back down on the exam table.

“So is there a lucky man in your life?” Andre asks with a smile.

“Pfft, no… Well if you consider my work a man, than yes. I honestly spend most of my time here. The only company I really have are a few robots. Not going to lie, I’ve been thinking about making them anatomically correct. Maybe I’ll use your measurements.” Vivian winks at Andre.

“Well since honesty is a thing here… Why use my measurements. I would be willing to give you the real thing.” Andre winks back at Vivian.

“Wow, I am flattered. I will have to do some regular examines on you then.” Vivian looks down at her clip board and raises her eyebrows. “Well… I need a semen sample, obviously for research purposes… But I was thinking I could extract the sample I need by other means… Like with my mouth…”

Before Andre has a chance to answer Vivian pushes him back onto the exam table. She scoots closer in her chair and leans forward. She kisses the shaft of his cock with her full lips. Andre’s cock twitches and slowly starts to errect. Vivian smiles to herself and take the head of his cock in her mouth. She begins to suck on it, as he gets harder and harder. Once his cock is fully erect she takes it as deep as she can. She gags and his cock slides out of her mouth. Vivian coughs and then begins to giggle as she takes his cock back into her mouth eagerly. She begins to moan as her head bobs up and down in Andre’s lap. Ande has his head back and has started to moan and clench the edge of the exam table. Andre’s moans get louder and he begins to cum in Vivians mouth. As Vivian sucks all of Andre’s cum out of him, the door to the exam room opens and a female walks in holding a small cup and a bag.

“Ma’am I am here with the sample cup, to retrieve the semen sample you were to collect. As well as Andre’s new clothing. If I’ve caught you at a bad time I can return when you are finished.” The female says with a blank face.

Vivian gets to her feet, walks over to the female. She grabs the sample cup and slowly spits Andre’s cum into the cup. She looks up and smiles at the female, as she takes the bag of clothes from her.

“Theres the sample Abby. Please send me any results when the analysis is complete.” Vivian turns to Andre.

“Will do Ma’am. Also the living quarters are prepped and ready. The other two occupants are being taken there now.” Abby turns and exits the room.

Andre sits up as Vivian hands him the bag containing his new clothes.

“Go ahead and get dressed, I will take you to your living quarters when you are done.” Vivian begins to type on her clipboard again.

Andre gets to his feet and begins to put his new clothes on. Just jogging pants and a t-shirt. Vivian has made her way to the door and opened it.

“Please follow me.” Vivian waits with a smile on her face.

“So was I not the only person that showed up in this dimension?” Andre ask.

“No there were two more that arrived this evening. We decided to place the three of you together… Just in case theres some connection between the three of you and your dimensions. We also want to see if those that arrive on the same day will live well together.” Vivian smiles as she leads Andre to a small vehicle.

Vivian and Andre get into the vehicle. The door closes and it zips into the air. The two travel for a distance before coming to a stop and landing. The door opens and Vivian motions for Andre to get out.

“Your new roommates are waiting for you. I wont interfere at the moment. We want the three of you to get to know each other in a relaxed enviroment. Enjoy the rest of your night.” Vivian smiles and waves as Andre exits the vehicle.

As he walks up to the front door he can hear people inside laughing. Andre opens the door and enters the house. After the entry way theres a door thats partially open and light is shining through the opening. As he gets close to the door the laughing gets louder. He opens the door and finds two naked women in what seems to be a lounge room. One woman is a white female with long brown hair, she is thick, large breast and short. The other woman has blue skin, shes tall with thick thighs and her upper body is petite. Andre doesn’t know what to say, as both females look up at him.

“Hello, there! I am Niobe and I am surprised my blue skin didn’t freak you out. And this busty lady is Lila. You must be our new roommate.” Niobe smiles at Andre.

“Yeah… I’m… I’m Andre… So I have to ask… Why exactly are you two naked? Is that a thing you guys do where you are from?” Andre ask.

Lila is standing behind Niobe and remains silent.

“Well Lila here.” Niobe steps out of the way. “Its a custom where she is çanakkale escort from. Move into a new home, accept it while in your purest form. Would you care to join us?”

Lila blushes and then blurts out. “You… you don’t have to though… If something like this… might be strange to you.”

“Not at all… Its interesting to say the least.” Andre chuckles to himself. “So why don’t you guys tell me about yourselves.”

Andre begins to strip his clothes right in front of the girls. As he drops his pants Niobe licks her lips and Lila’s eyes get wide as her entire face turns red. Andre stands there naked in front of both females. They all try to steal glances at each other before taking seats in the room.

Niobe clears her throat. “Well I already told you my name. Where I am from my people are known as the Oves. We are known for our honesty and our ability to change our bodies physical appearance.”

Lila and Andre both look at Niobe with a curious look on their faces.

“What do you mean by change your bodies physical appearance?” Andre ask.

Niobe stands up and smiles. As shes standing there her petite breast begin to expand. Niobe continues to smile as she begins to grow a cock. Niobe chuckles as both Lila and Andre’s jaws drop. Niobe sits back down and her breast shrink back to their petite form and her cock receeds into her body.

“Well Lila, you’re up. Tell us about yourself.” Niobe turns to Lila.

Lila stands, her large breast bounce as she gets to her feet. “Well… where I am from… My people are religious. Our religion focuses on sexual freedom. We also practice free use…”

Andre blurts out. “So your people will have multiple partners. Let me get this straight… When you say free use… Do you mean that just at any time someone could walk up and just start having sex with you?”

Lila looks nervous. “Yes… But… But, I don’t expect the two of you to take part in my beliefs.”

Lila sits down as Andre stands to his feet. “Well where I am from there’s a ton of inequality… There isn’t a whole lot else to tell honestly. Sorry guys.”

Lila and Niobe giggle. The three begin to share stories from their dimensions until Andre stands and grabs his clothes.

“Why don’t we explore the house and pick rooms. I am getting a little tired and would like a shower before I go to bed.” Andre opens the door and waits for the girls to join him.

Both girls get up and they follow Andre through the house. As they explore the house they each pick a room. They go in and begin to go through drawers and closets. Each is fully stocked with clothes, socks and even a few pairs of shoes. Andre grabs a towel from his room and heads to the large bathroom. He steps into the shower and there are no knobs or anything to turn on the water. Andre looks around frantically until he places his hand on the wall. He hears a beep and water begins to sputter and then spray from the shower head. To Andre’s surprise the water is the perfect temperature. He stands there in the water and allows it to flow over him.

Niobe walks into Lila’s room and sits on the bed as Lila goes through her closet. “So what do you think of Andre? He’s pretty attractive isn’t he, not to mention he has a pretty big cock too…”

Lila turns around, her face is bright red. “He seems nice. I agree, he is attractive and he does have a pretty large cock…”

Niobe chuckles. “I knew you were checking out his cock. I bet he knows how to use it too.”

“So, are you planning on having sex with him?” Niobe ask.

“Oh… I dont know… I would like to, but I doubt he would want me.” Lila sighs and walks over to the bed.

“For someone that lived in a world practicing sexual freedom, you are pretty timid. Why is that?” Niobe pats the bed for her to sit with her.

“Well I was rejected a lot… Although we practice sexual freedom and free use. Most of the men where I am from are not too fond of women my size… The men enjoyed me, but would not bring me into their relationship. So I had no one to call my own.” Lila sits on the bed and lets out another sigh.

“I doubt Andre is like that Lila. Did you see the way he looked at us. He spent more time admiring those big breast of yours than anything on me. Im sure he would love to have sex with you. Look, my people work similar to yours, except its not a religion its just the way we live. So why dont I go talk to him for you.” Niobe smiles and pats Lila’s back.

“Thats sweet of you… If hes interested in me… Then I wonder if he would be willing to start a relationship with the two of us… I need to stop assuming thats where things will go. I will wait to hear what you find out… ” Lila smiles.

Niobe gets up and makes her way to the bathroom where Andre is taking a shower. She walks down the hall while Lila watches from the doorway of her room. Niobe walks right into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Andre’s eyes pop open after hearing the door open and close. Before he can say rize escort anything Niobe has entered the shower with him.

“Hey Niobe… Is it a custom for your people to join others in the shower.” Andre laughs.

“Only when that person is someone that we wish to get closer to.” Niobe reaches out and places a hand on Andre’s chest.

“You want to get closer to me? What if I’m not a good guy.” Andre says with a smile.

“Yes… and I am not the only one. Lila also would like to get closer to you as well. So what do you say?” Niobe waits for an answer.

“Wait… Both of you want to get closer to me?? I’m shocked… Its not often I have two beautiful women interested in me… I’m flattered, honestly. I am willing to get closer to the both of you.” Andre smiles as his cock starts to throb.

Niobe smiles at Andre. “I am glad to hear that, I am positive Lila will as well. Why don’t we celebrate.”

Niobe leans in and kisses Andre’s lips, before turning around and bending over. She exposes her hairless blue pussy to Andre. The water from the shower has started to splash onto Niobe’s round ass. Andre’s cock takes no time getting hard. He reaches down and spreads Niobe open as he lines himself up with her pussy. He slides his head inside of her and begins to thrust deeper and deeper until she has taken every inch of him inside of her. Niobe lets out a moan and then bites her bottom lip. She places her hands on the wall of the shower as Andre fucks her. He grabs her waist and begins to thrust faster. His balls slap her clit, over and over. Niobe begins to moan louder and reaches orgasm. Her legs tremble but she does not pull away from Andre. She allows him to continue fucking her. Andre lets go of her waist with one hand and smacks her ass with it. Niobe yelps and continues to brace herself on the wall. Andre thrust deep into Niobe as she reaches orgasm again.

“UNGH… Should I pull out, or… ” Andre starts.

“Don’t you dare pull your cock out of me. Cum deep inside of me. Pump me full of your seed Andre…” Niobe quickly responds.

Andre continues to thrust deep and fast. Niobe begins to moan louder and louder. Until Andre begins to cum. As Andre cums he lets out a loud groan.

Niobe braces herself on the wall and begins to pant. She pulls away from Andre and stands up. “Thanks for that. I needed to cum badly. That cock of yours feels amazing. I’m sure Lila will love it too. Now I am ready for bed.”

Niobe gets out of the shower and starts to dry her ass and legs.

“You should pay Lila a visit… Unless you are too tired.” Niobe winks at him. “From the look of that cock, I can imagine you can go again.”

Niobe giggles and leaves the bathroom. Andre stands there for a few minutes surprised at what just happened. Once he snaps back to reality he finishes his shower dries his body before heading for Lila’s room. As he gets close he can hear the girls talking. He hears Lila get giddy as Niobe tells her that he has an interest in her. Lila mentions that she wishes he would make the first move. She says she loves a man like that. Which gives Andre an idea. He walks to his room and puts on some clothes for bed. As he lays down he hears someone walking down the hallway, he figures its Niobe so he lays there and waits for her to enter her own room. Once Andre hears the door close he gets up and sneaks out of his room. He walks down to Lila’s room and walks in. As he enters the room Lila is still naked and bent over the edge of her bed. She is sitting there silently with her hands together as if she is praying. Andre steps closer and Lila has yet to say a word to him. Not being used to freeuse he takes a deep breath and drops the shorts he put on. He gets directly behind her and slides his cock inside her. Lila lets out a gasp followed by a moan. Andre starts slowly thrusting into Lila. She begins to moan more and louder. Andre continues to thrust into Lila, shes gotten so wet you can hear the sound of each one of Andre’s thrust. Andre smacks Lila’s round ass causing her to yelp. He leaves behind a large red hand print on her ass. He pulls his cock out of Lila and rolls her over. Andre hoist her legs onto his shoulders and slides his cock back into her tight pussy. Lila moans as she feels Andre deep inside of her. Andre’s thrust go from slow and steady to fast and deep. The change is pace causes Lila to grip the sheet as Andre continues to thrust deep. Lila reaches orgasm quickly and her eye go in the back of her head. Andre leans down and takes one of Lila’s thick nipples into his mouth. He starts to suck and bite her nipple as he continues to fuck her. Lila has another orgasm and begins moaning louder. She lets go of the sheets, she wraps one arm around Andre while placing the other on the back of his head. Andre bites Lila’s nipple harder as she strokes the back of his head. As he bites hard he can feel Lila’s nails dig into his back. Andre moans while biting Lila’s nipple. Andre lets go of her nipple and begins to groan until he releases his seed into Lila’s womb. Andre’s thrust slow down until he has give Lila every drop of his seed. Finally he stops and pulls out of Lila. He sits on the edge of her bed as Lila gathers herself. She crawls into bed with a loss for words. As she lays there catching her breath Andre goes to stand up. Before he does Lila grabs his arm and looks up to him. The two make eye contact, and Lila smiles.

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Author’s Note: This is meant to be built as a series of adventures, and I will publish more depending on the feedback. They are intended as standalone chapters, but some things will carry on through all of the series.

*******

My wife and I had been married for three years when she met me at the door after a long day at work and told me we needed to sit down and talk.

“What’s up?” I asked.

My wife, always the more forward of the two of us, stated simply “I’m bored. Bored being up here in New York, bored with you being gone on training exercises, working 14 or 15 hour days. I miss all our friends from college, and the fun we used to have before we got married.”

“Kat, hon, when we decided I’d enlist in the Army, you were the one who told me that we’d end up having to leave everyone, and you thought it was the best for us. What exactly is it you are thinking?”

“Dave, you know I love you, you are my world now, but I miss the freedom we had when we were dating. God we had some times. We never cared where we slept, or with whom. I miss the variety of everything.”

I couldn’t help but think back on all the times my wife and I had…

My wife and I met at a nightclub while I was in college 5 years before this. She had just turned 18, and had actually run away from home due to her abusive father. She had just moved in with friends in my college town, where her father had been stationed two years before, who she knew when she was a sophomore in high school.

On her first night back, her and her friends went out to the club I frequented. At that time, I was a college junior, and had gotten to know a group of people who were quite open about their own sexuality. Several of the guys were gay or bisexual, and the girls were all quite open about the fact that from time to time they liked each other almost as much as they liked the guys. It was not uncommon for us to end a night out clubbing and going our separate ways, with whomever wanted to tag along. Quite literally, with this group of friends, it was common to go home with someone different each time you went out.

I ran into Tish a few minutes after getting into the club. We were really the first of our group to get there, and Tish met me with a deep kiss as I got to her table. After a warm welcome, she turned around and introduced me to Kat.

Tish was a beautiful girl, 19 at the time, about five foot two, and was probably one of the wilder girls in our circle of friends. She had a fake id, so she was able to drink, and already had a couple of drinks on the table in front of her. We had spent several nights together in the past, and each şişli escort night always left us both worn out and sore for a couple of days after.

“Kat,” Tish said, “this is Dave, he’s probably the third best lay in this town.”

“The third best?” I replied, “I’m not even going to ask who numbers 1 and 2 are.”

Kat looked at me as I looked her over. Kat wasn’t a skinny girl, not what you’d call fat, but she had a heavier frame. She looked like she could handle herself in a fight though. Her clothes hid a lot, but I could tell she had smallish breasts and hips you could hold onto. She had dirty blonde hair, about shoulder length, and the look of someone already bored with things.

“It’s nice to meet you,” I said, offering her my hand.

As the evening progressed, more and more of our friends showed up, came by, talked, messed around a bit, and left. By the end of the night, it was myself, Tish, and Kat left to close down the bar. At closing time, I asked them what they were wanting to do.

“You know of any afterparties?” Tish asked.

“Not really, it seems everyone’s going home tonight. I do have beer and I think a bottle of vodka at my place, and you know you’re always welcome to come by anytime.”

Tish looked at Kat, and they seemed to come to a decision. “Sure, let’s go. Kat’s sober and we need to celebrate her getting here.”

So off we went, to my apartment. Typical of college apartments, I did have a roommate, but as luck would have it, my roommate was gone for the weekend, off visiting her boyfriend back home. When we got there, I went to the kitchen to mix a few screwdrivers, adding way more vodka than would taste good. I came out to find them sitting on the sofa talking and choosing some music.

I passed out the drinks, and we sat and talked for a while. Eventually they both started to feel the alcohol, and both started yawning. I offered them my bed and told them I’d sleep out on the sofa tonight so they would have room.

Tish and Kat both got up and went to my room, while I made myself comfy on the sofa. Soon I was asleep.

The next thing I know, Tish was standing over me, shaking my shoulder. I opened my eyes to see Tish standing over me, topless. Her B cup breasts swaying lightly, her nipples hard, and her chest heaving a bit. Tish wordlessly grabbed my arm, pulling on me towards the bedroom.

I stood up, and asked her what was up. On the way there, she told me that she needed me in the bedroom.

She dragged me into the bedroom (well, not dragged, at this point I was pretty willing to go), and there was Kat laying on my bed, topless bayan escort herself. Her B cup breasts on display, her hand down her pants massaging herself.

“Kat says she hasn’t had a good fucking since her and her boyfriend broke up a couple of months ago, and she wants a guy in here. It seems I’m not good enough for her.” I swear Tish was pouting when she said that.

I went over to the bed and sat down beside it. In typical college fashion, I had forgone the bed rails, and everything else that wasn’t a box spring or mattress when setting up my room, so my head was about level with hers.

Tish climbed into bed on the other side of Kat, and began playing with her nipples in front of me. Kat looked at me, then looked at Tish, and leaned in to kiss Tish hard on the lips. I sat there and watched them kiss, and Tish reached over to grab my hand. She dragged my hand over to Kat’s breast, and I gently began to play with her nipple. Tish kept kissing Kat while Kat continued to massage herself inside of her jeans.

Kat let her free hand roam up to find mine, and held my hand on her breast, then turned to me and leaned over the edge of the bed to kiss me for the first time. That kiss was electric. Her tongue snaked in between my lips, and our tongues fought for a couple of minutes. After what seemed like a few minutes of kissing, she broke the kiss to turn back to Tish.

“Dang he is a good kisser.”

Tish replied, “Wait, he’s more than that.”

Kat then moved down on the bed as Tish leaned over her, their breast pushed together on either side of my hand, as she moved to kiss me. Tish was a strong kisser, passionate and wild at the same time. While we kissed I felt Kat move further down the bed, and Tish moaned into my mouth as Kat started sucking on her breast. I felt Tish shift a bit, and when we broke our kiss, I saw that Tish now had her hand inside of Kat’s jeans and was rubbing Kat. Kat had brought both of her hands up to hold Tish’s breast to her mouth. As I watched, Kat squeezed her thighs together around Tish’s hand, her face screwed up in what looked to be pain.

When Kat relaxed, Tish sat up suddenly, and reached out to grab my shirt, pulling me up onto the bed. I was laid across Kat and my mouth right in front of Tish’s breasts. I did the natural thing and latched onto an already wet nipple and playfully bit it. I felt other hands pulling my shirt up, and I leaned back to let the girls take it off me. As soon as it was off, Kat leaned up and bit my nipple, and began sucking on it. Tish took that time to pull her pants off, standing on the bed to wiggle her butt in my face. istanbul escort Her green thong disappearing in between her butt cheeks, she pressed her butt into my face as I let my tongue slip out and licked her pussy through her thong.

Not to be outdone, Kat wiggled out from under me, and slipped off the bed. I heard rustling as Tish continued to push back into my face, before Kat was back behind me, trying to reach around a undo my pants. When she got them opened up, I moved back to stand up and let them fall to the ground. Kat’s hand snuck into my underwear and began grabbing my dick while I reached up to pull Tish’s thong down. As I pulled it down, I bent her over again, and began eating her again, slipping my tongue into her, then pulling it out to slip forward to her clit.

Kat had crawled under Tish, and began slowly sucking on my dick as I ate her friend from behind. Kat was tentative at first, beginning slowly, licking me all over, before she tried all at once to take me all the way down her throat. I reached up to begin rubbing Tish’s clit with my fingers as I concentrated on sliding my tongue into her pussy, getting my face all covered in her juices. Very soon Tish began moaning loudly, as she began to cum. She leaned forward, putting her hands on the walls as I licked her through her orgasm.

When Tish calmed down a bit, she moved away from me, and pushed me down onto the bed. Kat tried to keep me in her mouth as I fell, but I ended up laying on the bed with both of them leaning over me.

“I get his mouth,” Tish told Kat, as she reached down to pull Kat up by her breasts.

“Fine by me,” said Kat as she moved herself over my hips. “I need something in me.”

Kat began settling herself down onto me,

reaching down to guide my penis into her. She slowly lowered herself down on me, as Tish turned to face her and began settling on my face. As Tish was settling down, I reached over to grab Kat’s nipple and to pinch it. Tish slapped my hand away, and leaned forward to suck on Kat’s nipple. I began licking Tish from underneath as Kat began grinding herself on me. I felt someone’s fingers down there, rubbing Kat’s clit while she rode me, and I reached up to play with Tish’s hard nipples. Rubbing them and pulling on them as she moved her hips back and forth over my mouth.

We went like this for a few minutes, when I felt Kat tighten up around me. She began moaning a bit, as she came all over me. This set me off, and I began to cum inside Kat. I must have groaned loudly, as this seemed to set Tish off as she came on my mouth again, shaking wildly as she did.

Both of the girls rolled off of me as we laid there and lit cigarettes. It was 430 in the morning by this time, and we all chatted as we smoked, eventually passing out together on the bed.

*****

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My name is Katie and I’m 22 years old. I’m a senior in college and I’ve lived in my own apartment for six months now.

My boyfriend, Hunter, loves that I live alone now…no roommates to hear us when Hunter stays over, etc., etc.

Last Friday, Hunter asked if he and two of his friends could come over to watch a movie. (I have a large TV and a huge sofa.)

At 8 p.m., Hunter showed up with Chris and Eric.

Hunter is 25 years old,6’4″ and very built, with dark (almost black) hair and emerald green eyes. Everyone says we look good together, with my height (5’11”) and my long, curly light brown hair and blue eyes.

Looking at Chris and Eric, I knew they were attractive, but I only had eyes for Hunter. I knew we’d get married. We talked about it all the time.

Chris and Eric are related in some way, cousins, I think. They are both 26 years old. They look nothing alike. Eric resembles a Viking with his shoulder length blonde hair and his ice blue eyes. He’s 6’5″ and very… large.

Chris is 6’3″ with curly brown hair and brown eyes.

I sighed and resigned myself to watching some stupid end-of-the-world action flick when all I wanted to do was be alone with Hunter.

Finals were coming up and I was very stressed. Nothing cures what ails you like a long night of sex.

I sat on the couch by Hunter and snuggled up close.

“Thanks for this, Kat,” Hunter said, leaning down for a kiss.

I smiled and let my head fall on his shoulder. He put his arm around my shoulders and I rested my hand on his thigh.

Chris put the movie in and cut the lights before he and Eric sat down on the couch.

Soon the movie came on.

“What the fuck?!” this from Eric.

The screen was lit up with a naked girl grabbing her nipples and talking dirty to half a dozen men,all naked. One man moved over to the woman and touched her ass, telling her to get on her knees and suck his cock.

My face turned red. Hunter and I had sex a lot, but we never talked dirty like that. Secretly, I wanted to, but was afraid Hunter would think I was a slut. I felt myself get instantly wet and I shifted a little on the couch.

“God, I’m sorry,” said Chris. “This is supposed to be End Game. Someone must have fucked up at the video store.”

“Obviously,” Hunter said.

Everyone got quiet, the only sounds that of the fucking that was going on on the screen. I quickly glanced around and everyone’s eyes were glued to the set. No one wanted to make the first move to turn it off.

Hunter’s thigh was warm and I glanced down and noticed the bulge in his pants. He saw me look and blushed when he kissed me on the temple. He shrugged and turned back to the TV.

Now the girl was on all fours, a cock in her pussy and one in her mouth. There arnavutköy escort were men standing in a wall all around them, pumping their cocks, waiting for their turn.

I felt my nipples getting hard and wished Hunter and I were alone. We had never watched porn and I was sure that by his reaction, we would have had a lot of fun with it.

Another glance at Chris and Eric showed that they, too were turned on by the scenes. Eric had his hand close to the hard line in his jeans. Chris was sitting back, knees spread, his erection obvious.

Hunter’s arm slid from my shoulders until his hand touched my breast. I jumped… he never did that in front of his friends.

Hunter began to squeeze my left nipple through my shirt, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning. I have very large breasts, and they are super sensitive. Though I play sports and work out, my breasts are DD’s. I hate that they are in the way all the time, but Hunter loves them. They are saggy, but plump and well… huge.

I let a sigh escape and decided to go with it. No one had made a movie to turn the movie off and I wasn’t about to.

Hunter picked up my hand from his thigh and placed it on his crotch. My eyes widened, but I recovered quickly and unzipped his jeans, slipping my hand inside to caress his large balls. My hand closed around his 10″ cock. He was very thick and veiny, and I loved the feel of him inside me.

Suddenly, Hunter picked me up and sat me in his lap. His eyes were pleading as they stared into mine and I knew that he wanted me now, but would stop if I wanted him to.

I smiled shyly and let him pull my shirt off. My bra went next and a look at Chris and Eric proved that they were no longer watching the movie.

“Holy shit!” Chris said as he looked at my breasts, my long nipples sticking out almost an inch, hard and aching.

Hunter pulled me to him amd bit down on my nipple. My head fell back and I groaned, wiggling my hips.

He pulled my hair from the cli that secured it and it tumbled down to the small of my back in waves of curls.

Hunter then stood me up and pulled my pants and underwear off, leaving my as naked as the whore on TV.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” Eric said, drooling. He had unzipped his jeans and was playing with his dick, a thick one about 9 inches.

Chris released himself as well and i noticed that he was about 10″, but not as thick as Hunter.

Hunter stood and stripped out of his clothes, then sat back down and pulled me on topof him.

I quickly straddled him and teasingly rubbed my wet cunt against him. He moaned and held my hips in a vice grip.

I lifted myself and reached to position the head of his cock at the entrance of my slit.

I was wet, but still avrupa yakası escort his big cock took a bit of time slidding in.

After a second ot two, Hunter slid in to the hilt. I screamed… I’m always loud… and we began fucking hard, my breasts bouncing in Hunter face.

He took a nipple into his mouth and sucked hard, sending me into my first orgasm. He slid to the floor with me and laid me on my back.

Moving my long legs over his shoulders, he sat up and slammed into me faster and harder.

With one hand, he reached between our bodies and massaged my clit. I had another screaming orgasm, but added a few words, screaming “Fuck, yeah! Harder! Harder! Yes! I’m cuuuuummmming!”

I could tell Hunter ws shocked, but he only fucked into me faster, almost violently, his balls slapping my ass.

Finally, I felt him stiffen and I squeezed my pussy, milking every drop from his hot cock as he emptied his load in me.

For a moment, I was afraid. We normally used condoms, and we had never been this reckless before.

Hunter leaned down and kissed me gently, his breathing still hard as he whispered, “I know, but it’ss be OK.”

Slowly, Hunter moved off me and I laid there a minute, enjoying the feel of his cream flooding my pussy.

Slowly, I got to my knees, suddenly shy. I had just had sex in front of my boyfriend’s best friends.

“Hunter, man… you’re killing us. You ganna share?” Eric asked.

My head snapped up, and I looked at Hunter.

He said, “It’s up to Katie, but I want you to know that I intend to marry her. If we do this, it is just for tonight. I will not share my wife with anyone.”

I stared at him in shock. He was saying it was OK?

What?!!

“But guys, if she does let you fuck her, I’ll kill you if you cum in her pussy. If she gets pregnant, it will be mine. Understand?”

Eric and Chris nodded.

It took me a moment before I decided to go along with it. This might be my only chance to have more than one man. Hunter ws my first and only.

I stood and walked over to Eric, loving the way my thighs glistened with Hunter’s sperm.

On my knees, I reached for his cock and buried my face in his lap. I licked it up and down, taking the huge head of his dick in my mouth and licking the slit at the tip, enjoying the taste of his pre-cum.

“Shit!” Eric said as I slowly slid more of him into my mouth and began to suck him vigorously, my head bobbing up and down.

Finally, I stood and moved to the middle of the floor. I got on all fours and stuck my ass in the air, letting him see my wet, dripping pussy.

He took the hint and was there in a second, positioning himself and slamming into me in one thrust. He was close to loosing bakırköy escort it, I knew from the way his balls began to tighten when I sucked him.

I felt him pull out and stick three fingers into me, wetting them. Then he cock was back, pounding me.

Next, I felt his fingers probe my ass hole and I knew he wanted to cum in my ass.

I motioned Chris over and he laid down in front of me so that I could lick and suck him while Eric prepped my ass.

Soon, I felt Eric pressing his cock against my pucker and ask, “Is this OK, Katie?”

I hesitated, then said, “Sure. Hunter and I have done this before. Just go slow at first.”

Eric agreed and slowly inserted the tip of his swollen cock in my ass.

He popped past my ring and then slid gently into me. He cursed and moaned at the feel of my tight ass taking all of him.

My ass cheeks were pressed firmly against his groin and I reveled in the feel of him.

He began to fuck me and then Chris complained that he wanted some of me, too.

Eric pulle dout of me and let me crawl on top of Chris, taking him inside my pussy. I laid still and waited for Eric, who pushed into my ass.

I was so full! I screamed and had another orgasm just from being so full of cock. Chris began sucking my nipples while Eric sat the pace, the friction rocking me on Chris’ cock.

Suddenly Eric got loud, yelling, “Does that feel good? Do you like my dick up your ass? I’m gonna fuck your brains out! Fuck, yeah!” He yelled “FUCK!” a few more times and I knew he ws close.

I tossed my head and screamed, “Fuck me, you prick! Shit! Yeah! Let me feel that hot cum explode in my ass. Fuck! harder, faster! Yes!”

He let go with a yell and erupted what felt like an endless stream of cum in my ass.

He thrust forward one more time and then pulled out with a pop.

I looked down at Chris and said, “What about you, fucker? Are you close, too? Do you want my ass?”

“God, yes,” Chris said and flipped me over so that he was on top of me. He made me hold my ankles and pushed into my ass while he sat up.

He slid in easily and began to fuck me hard. I dropped my legs to his shoulders and he reached up with both hands and squeezed my breasts, using them to pull me forward with each thrust.

He pinched my nipples painfully and thrust a few more times brfore I felt him unload inside my ass.

He leaned down and sucked each nipple then licked them before climbing off me.

I stood on shaky legs while Chris and Eric dressed and left, leaving the movie and Hunter for me.

I sat in front of Hunter, cum from three men oozing out of me and asked him, “Why?”

“Because I don’t want you to wonder what it would have been like once we are married. I want you, Katie, but I want you forever. No divorce. Not for us. Can you understand that?”

“Yes. I think I can… It wasn’t a mix-up at the video store, was it?”

“Nope,” Hunter said with a smile.

I playfully punched him and we laughed.

He stayed that night and we had sex three more times.

The next day he gave me a ring.

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Seks okurları size kardeşimle aramızda geçen bir sikiş anımı yazacağım ben 20 yaşındayım.
başımdan geçen ve hala geçmekte olan olaylar bundan 2 sene önce başladı.
o zamanlar kardeşim mert 14 yaşındaydı.
bende 18.
sanırım babamızın çok sert biri olmasından ve annemizin hiç bir şekilde olaylara müdahale edememesinden ikimmizde içine kapanık insanlar olduk.
hakkımı hiç bir zaman arayamadım.
2 sene önce okullar kapannmıştı ve biz yazlığımıza gitmiştik.
2 gün süren temizlikten sonra denize gidecektik fakat benim bikinim küçük geliyordu son sene göğüslerim ve kalçam büyümüş boyum uzamıştı.
anneme söyledim oda şimdi bişi yapamayız baban senin böyle denize girmene izin vermez dedi.
gerçektende olcak gibi değildi göğüslerim kenarlardan taşıyor,bikinimin altı kalçamın arasına kaçıyordu.
sen kardeşini al onla pırlantaya gidin dedi.
cuma günü ve akşam üstü olduğundan orada rahat edebilirdik.
babamla annem gittikten sonra bizde pırlantaya gittik.
pırlanta koyu kasabanın dışında 4 5 km.
uzaklıkta dik bir tepenin altında ağaçlarla denizin buluştuğu çok güzel bir yerdi fakat koruma altında olduğu için ve etrafında hiç sosyal aktivite olmadığı için genelde boştu.
bisikletlere binerek pırlantaya ulaştık.
bisikletleri bir ağaca zincirledik,kumsalda yürümeye başladık.
ileride 2 tane turist vardı.
kadın 30 larında olmalıydı ve üstsüzzdü.
yanlarından geçerken kardeşim abla kadının memelerine baksana dedi.
bakma ayıp rahatsız etme onları dedim.
onlardan uzaklaştıktan sonra bir ağacın altına geldik.
mert hemen t şörtünü çıkardı denize koştu.
bende elbisemi çıkardım göğüslerimi düzelttim.
mayo yine kıçımın arasına kaçmıştı onu çıkardım ve denize ilerledim.
mert dizlerine kadaar suya girmiş beni bekliyordu,yanına giderken göğüslerime baktığını gördüm.
nereye bakıyon sen dedim,oo sendemi rahatsız oluyorsun dedi.
evet rahatsız oluyorum bakma diyip arkamı döndüm.
abla sen nereni dönsen bakacak bir yerler var diye güldü.
tam kızıp azarlıcaktım ki bana su sıçratmaya başladı.
bende karşılık verdim ve birbirimizi ıslatarak suya alıştık ardından suya daldık bir sure yuzup eğlendik.
ben çıkıyorum diye kıyıya yöneldim.
mertte peşimden geliyordu.
arkammdan abla senin kalçaların harikaymışbe demezmi.
altımı düzeltmeden sudan çıkmıştım.
hemen ellerimi kalçama attım ve neredeyse tamamen kıçımın arasına kaçan mayoyu düzelttim.
merte baktım gülüyodu.
kurulanıp yavaş yavaş batan güneşin altına uzandık.
mert güneş yağı getirmişti ve kollarına sürüyordu.
bana sürsene dedim.
yüz üstü yatmamı söyledi.
denileni yaptım.
boynumu ovarak omuzlarıma masaj yapmaya başladı.
2 günün yorgunluğuna iyi geliyordu doğrusu.
ardından sırtıma indi,yağı sürerken masaj yapıyor ve arada eller göğüslerimin kenardan taşan kısımlarına dokunuyordu.
ama bunu abartarak yapmıyordu.
bişi demedim.
derken belime indi ordadanda topuklarıma.
ayak tabanlarımı dahi ovalıyordu.
sen neren biliyoun bunları dedim,kız arkadaşıma yapıyorum dedi.
başka neler yapıyorsun onla dediğimde başka bişi yapmama izin vermiyo o daha 12 yaşında dedi.
kardeşimden beklemediğim şeylerdi bunlar şaırmıştım.
derken bacaklarıma çıktı baldırlarımı eziyor yorguunluğunu alıyordu.
en sonunda kalçamın bacaklarımla irleştiği yere geldi.
kalçama yağ döktü ve kalçama masaj yapmaya başladı.
cinsel bir şey hissetmiyordum ama hoşuma gidiyordu ve bu yüzden mayomun yavaş yavaş kalçamın arasına doğru toplamasına göz yumuyordum.
elleri makine gibiydi ve kalçamı adeta yoğurmaya başlamıştı her hareketinde mayo biraz şişli escort daha toplanmaya başlamıştı.
kalçamı sadece bir kkişi okşamıştı oda lisede kantin sırasında yüzünü dahi görmediğim biriydi.
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o zaman hoşuma gitmemişti ama şimdi zevkli oluyordu.
derken mert bir hamlede mayoyu kalçamın arasına toplayı verdi.
hemen elimi arkama attım ama bileklerimden tuttu yorgun değilmsin dedi.
aslında olanları çokta önemsemiyordum,kardeşim daha çok küçüktü ve kötü niyeti yoktu bişi yapmadım kendimi bıraktım.
şimdi daha sert davranıyordu.
kalçamı okşuyor yoğuruyor yukarı aşağı masaj yapıyordu.
baş parmakları mayomun altına doğru kaymaya başladığında neredeyse uyuyacaktım.
irkildim ama bişi yapmadım ve bir süre sonra her iki baş parmağı kuyruk sokumumda birleşiyip aşağı inerken ayrılıp kalçamın arasına girmeden aşağıya iniyordu.
ama bir sürre sonra parmakları ayrılmamaya başladı biraz daha devam etmesi halinde tam kıçıma dokunacaktı öyle yapma demek için başımı döndürürken elleri aşağıya doğru kaymaya başladı ve parmaklarını hiç çekmeden tam kıçımın deliğinin üstünden geçirdi.
parmaklarının baskısını tam anlamıyla hissetmiştim.
öylece baktım bişi diyemedim.
bana baktı sonra kalçama bakarak ellerini yukarı doğru ittirdi ve parmaklarının biri deliğimin tam üstünde kaldı.
parmağı yavaşca kıçımı zorluyordu ve ben gözlerimi kapamış zevk almaya bakıyordum.
parmağını çekti ve iki elini yukarda birleştirdi ardından yine indirdi artık hareketleri daha yavaştı ve kıçıma geldiğinde parmağı kendimi kasmasam içime girebilirdi.
çok tuhaf hissediyordum amım ıslanmış ve karıncalaşıyordu.
derken sol baş parmağıyla mayomu kenara çekti ve kıçımı tamamen açıkta bıraktı.
sağ baş parmağını hemen deliğe dayadı ve bastırmaya başladı,kalp atışlarım hızlanmış canımın acısı hoşuma gidiyordu.
ve parmağı yavaşça içime girmeye başladığını hissettim.
o anda ne yaptığımızı anladım.
üstmdeki kişi benim küçük kardeşimdi ve kıçıma parmağını sokuyordu.
niyetide hiçte iyi değildi.
hemen kendime geldim ve elini yakalayıp yan döndüm sen ne yapıyorsun dedim.
ben bişi yapmıyom sen ne yapıyosun yatsana dedi.
olmaz dedim ben senin ablanım böyle şeyler yapamayız.
bişi yaptığımız yok ki masaj yapıyom sana dedi.
yok dedim yeter artık gidelim dedim onu üstümden atıp hemen elbisemi giydim.
elllerim titriyordu.
resmen azmıştım ve devamını istiyordum ama bu mumkun değildi.
giyindiğimde hala oturuyordu kalsana giyin dedim.
tamam be diyip ayağa kalktı şeyi kocaman olmuştu bana hiç bakmadan üstünü gidi ve bisikletlerin yanına gitik.
akşam pek konuşmadık ama normal geçti.
bir gün sonra babam bana para verdi bikini almak için.
kardeşimle gidecektik.
kasabaya indik ve bikinimi aldık.
Ancak otobüsü kaçırımıştık,ve diğer otobüsü beklemeye başladık.
1 saat kadar sonra otobüs geldi ama oturacak yer yoktu,her yer doluydu.
eve doğru giderken otobüs her duraktan ınsanları almaya başladı ve bir süre sonra adım atacak yer kalmadı.
mert yanımda duruyordu ve göğsü koluma yapışmıştı.
bir süre sonra bırden arkama geçiiverdi.
sol eliyle belimi kavradı.
sağ eli önümdeki koltuğun demirini tutuyordu.
bir süre sonra kalçama bir şey dayandı ve büyümeye başladı.
mert beni fordluyordu.
kenara doğru kaçmaya çalıştım ama hem elleri hemde otobüsün tıklım tıklım olması buna engel oldu.
bişi yapamıyordum,söz bile söyleyemiyordum.
şeyi tamamen sertleşti ve kıçımın arasına yerleşti.
kasıkları kalçamına baskı uyguluyor siki kalçamın arasında gidip geliyordu.
sağ elini yavaşça indirdi ve kalçamı okşamaya tuzla escort başladı.
şimdi daha sert bir şekilde bastırıyor ve her seferinde beni öne doğru iktiriyordu.
elini kalçamdan çekti şeyini düzelttip tam kıçımın deliğine daydı.
şimdi her baskısını neredeyse içimde hissediyordum.
sol eli belimi okşarken sağ eli aşağı indi ve eteğimin altında kloduma ulaştı.
kötü durumdaydım etrafta birisi olanları anlasa mahvolurduk.
kendimi kasabildiğim kadar kastım.
ama durmuyordu ve eliyle klodumu aşağıya çekmeye başladı hemen bende klodumu onden yakaladım ama önumde oturan kadın elime baktı bende karnım ağrıyo gibi bir hareket yaptım.
olcak gibi değildi kloduma öyle asılıyorduki artık tutamadım ve klodum aşağıya 1 karış kadar kaydı.
artık kalçam tamamen açığa çıkmıştı.
parmakları hemen kıçıma dayandı hem okşuyor hemde orta parmağını sokmaya çallışıyordu.
dünkü olaydan sonra tuz biber olmuştu bunlar ve elini birden çekti bir süre hiç bişi yapmadı ,ardından eteğimi yukarı kaldırdı ve altına elini soktu eli kalçama değiyordu bunu hissediyordum ama sonra kalçama başka bir şey temas etmeye başladı.
mert sikini çıkarmış kalçama sokmaya çalışıyordu.
ama bu mümkün değildi kendimi felaket bir şekilde kasıyordum.
sadece arasına bir kısmını soka bilmişti deliğe ulaşamıyordu.
her iki eliyle belimden yakalı ve gidip gelmeye başladı.
siki kalçamın arasındaydı ve ben ilk defa bir erkeğin cinsel orrganına değiyordum.
dünkü birikimle bu birleşti ve yine ne olacak demeye başladım,hiç kimse görmüyordu.
bir tarafımda saçmalama o senin erkek kardeşin onla bunları yapamazsın diyordu.
kendimi kasmaktan ölmüştüm artık güçüm kalmamıştı ve canımda boş ver diyordu haifçe kendimi bıraktım ve siki tam olarak kıçımın arasına yerleşti.
birdenmanyak gibi hızlandı.
ne olacak diye düşünürken boşaldı sıcacık menileri önce kalçama ardındanda bacaklarımdan yere akıyordu.
bir süre daha öylece kaldı,sonra once kendı üstünü sonra benımkini düzeltti.
eli hala kalçamdaydı okşuyordu,yavaşça elini bacaklarımın arasından amıma kaydırdı.
amımda sırılsıklamdı parmmakları amımın dudaklarını eziyor deliğime bastırıyordu ve bir süre donra ilk defa orgazm olacaktım.
ama olmadı bizim durağa gelmiştik ve geç kalmıştık.
hemen inmemiz gerekiyordu.
indik hiç konuşmadan eve koştuk.
babam dışarda bizi bekliyordu.
baya kızdı bağırdı ikimizide 1 gun için odalarımıza kılıtledı.
o gün masturbasyon yapacaktım ama yapmadım,kendimi kotu hıssetmeye başlamıştım.
mert benım küçük erkek kardeşimdi bende onun ablasıydım.
bu yaptıklarımız doğru değildi.
kahvaltı yaptık ve denize gitmek için hazırlandık.
bahçeye çıktım mert bisikletleri hazırlamış annemle benı beklıyordu.
mert babamaablamla ben pırlantaya gitcez demiş babamda olur demiş.
pırlantaya vardığımızda kimsecikler yoktu ortada geçen gün atlında oyurduğumuz ağacın altına gittik.
mert bana bakıyordu bana bakma ben soyunmucam dedım.
abla otobuste olanlardan boyle yapıyon demı dedı.
evet o yuzden dedım ben senın ablanım bana boyle davranamazsın dedım.
ama senınde hoşua gıtmıyomu dedı,hayır gıtmıyor hiç hoşlanmıyorum dedım.
iyi diyip denize girdi.
derken elınde bır kovayla koşarak geldı bak ne buldum.
içine su doldurmutu ve bırden ustume döktü.
üstüm başım ıslanmıştı gülülerek üstüme atladı hadı heryerın ıslandı denize girelim diyordu olmaz hayır dıyordum ama dınemıyordu.
elbiseme yapıştı çekiştire çekiştire çıkarmaya başladı.
artık boğuşuyorduk olay güreşe dönmüştü ve sikini hissedebiliyordum.
niyeti belliydi ama oyun oyunuyorduk sankı elleri göğüslerime pendik escort geliyor hemen iktiriyorrdum bu sefer belimden kapıp yere yetırıp ustume çıkıyordu bacaklarımı açmaya çalışıyor ardından arkama dolanıp sikini kalçama dayıyordu.
tamam dur ben çıkarırım diyip elbiseyi çıkardım.
abla hava çok sıcak denize girmeden ben sana yağ süreyim dedi.
niyetizaten baştan belliydi.
iyi dedim sür.
yüzü koyun yatar yatmaz kalçama oturdu sikini hissediyordum omuzlarımı eskısı gibi ovmuyordu hemen bikinimin kopçasını açtı ne yapıyorsun diyemeden yağı sırtıma boşalttı ve hem sırtımı hemde göğüslerimi okşamaya başladı.
dirseklerinin üstünde sur biraz dedi neden diyordum ama o benı tutup kaldırmaya başladı bende dırseklerımı yere dayadım.
elleri anında göğüslerime gitti göğüslerim avuçlarındaydı artık.
uçlarını eziyor okşuyordu,ggözlerimi kapadım ve kendimi bıraktım artık boşalmak istiyordum hiç bir şey düşünmüyordum.
üstüme uzandı artık sikini daha iyi hissediyordum ve sağ eliyle kalçama tokat attı ardında da yağ dokup mayomun altını çıkarmaya başladı.
bunun olmasını istiyormuydum bilmiyordum.
sadece mayo toplanacaktı çıkmayacaktı.
ama kalçamın yarısı şimdiden dışardaydı tutup çektim yine boğuşmaya başladık,yan yatmış vazıyette ben mayoyu yukarı çakıyordum o ındırmeye çalışıyordu bırak dıye fısıldıyordu kulağıma olmaz diye biliyordum.
sonra bırden elıni içeri soktu ve hemen deliğe gitti parmakları.
parmağını kıçıma dayayınca yine tahrık olmuştum parmağı olece duruyor sadcee baskı yapıyordu hoşuma gıdıyordu ve parmağı yavaşça içime girmeye başladı yıne kasılmıştım ama bu zevki yaşamaya kararlıyım.
parmağının ilk boğumu gırdı ve içimde hareket ediyordu nefesım kalbım her şeyım hızlanmıştı yuzukoyun yattım elini hiç çekmeden yıne mayomu bu sefer sol elıyle çekiştiriyordu.
tuttum ama bu sefer çok güçsüzdü tutuşum ve mayo kalçamdan çıktı.
parmağı hala içimdeydi.
birden çekti parmağını ve iki eliyle mayomu çıkardı.
çırılçıplak kalmıştım.
kalçama yağ doktu ve yoğurmaya başladı eliyle kalçamı kenarlara doğru açıyor deliğime baktığını hissediyordum,derken sağ elini çekti ve yine üsstüme oturdu deliğimin tam ağzında şimdi parmağı vardı ve yine içime gireckti kalbim deli gibi çarpyordu.
yuklenmeye başladı ama bu parmağı değildi bu sikiydi ve mert beni gerçek anlamda sikmeye karalıydı.
olmaz dedım ve sıkını yakalıyı vardım.
ateş gibi yanıyordu,parmak sadece bu olmaza dedım elimi tutup başımın yuanına koydu,yağı kıçıma boca etti ve yine sikini dayadı hayır yapma diyebiliyordum ki kafası içime giriverdi.
canım acımıştı.
acım acıyor çıkar dedım ama dınlemıyordu ve bıorden yuklendi.
sanki kıçım yırtılmıştı çığlık attım.
hemen ağzımı kapadı artık yarısı içimdeydi ve üztüme yatmış bır eliyle göğüslerimi okşaken bır eliyle ağzımı kapıyordu.
gidip gelmeye başladı her gelişimde içime biraz daha giriyordu ve giren her kısımda ben küçük çığlıklar atıyordum ve bırden oyle bır kokledıkı hepsi giriverdi içime.
resmen inliyordum.
oyle bır sure bekledık ve gıdıp gelmeye başladı tekrar şimdi ılk andakı acı o kadar kuvvetlı değildi ve yerıni zevke bırakmaya başlamıştı.
pompaladı kalçamı yukarı kaldırınca daha çok içim egiriyordu ve ben domalmaya başlamıştım elini amıma attı.
sankı altıma işemiş gibiydim sırılsıklam olmuşum,parmakları amımın dudakları arasında dolaşırken ömrümn o ana kadar yaşadığım en zevklı anını yaşadım kasıla kasıla ve titreyerek boşaldım.
mert dahada hızlanmıştı ve oda gelmek üzerydı ki birden kalçamı kendine öyle bir çekti ve içime sıcak menilerini bolaştmaya başladıki içime akana sıcak menileri hisediyor ve zevkten ölüyordum,biraz dinlendikten sonra tekrar kardeşimin beni sikmesini istedim ve ben kardeşimin yarağını  ağzıma alarak sakso çektim ve yarak tekrar taş gibi olmaya başladı ve kardeşim yarağını elline alıp amıma sokmaya başladı öyle bir sokuyorduki beni deli ediyordu ve içime tekrar boşaldı,o gün kardeşim beni üç kere sikerek boşaltı.
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Being the only female in an all male office did have it’s perks at time. Like favourite treatment, I always got the first dibs on the holiday calendar, shorter days if I wanted them and longer lunch breaks if I asked… well… I quickly discovered if I wore short skirts I could get anything I wanted! The men always stared at me as I walked through the office. I was the boss’ PA so I was constantly walking up and down fetching things, or speaking to staff members on the boss’ behalf. Sometimes if I had to lean down to speak to the staff I noticed them quickly glance down my blouse, so I started leaving some buttons undone.

Yes I know what this makes me sound like but hey, let’s break the taboo here. Girls can like sex as well, heck, I love it. Being single was such a pain because I didn’t get sex as much as I wanted to. In fact, I’d been celibate for a year now and I was getting tired of my fingers or my virbator helping me out.

It was a Saturday evening and I was getting ready for the office party, one of the boys were leaving so we were all going out to dinner. I put on a short vinyl dusty pink dress with small black heels. I decided not to wear makeup tonight but I straightened my hair. I took a long look at myself in the mirror and smiled. Damn, I looked good!

I grabbed my bag and headed out the door, the taxi was already waiting for me. I climbed in and couldn’t help but laugh at the taxi drivers reaction, his eyes widened when he saw me. I was a very attractive person, I had a big bum and big boobs and a petite figure, plus my long legs always made men stare.

After not a long ride in the taxi I got to the restaurant, I paid the taxi driver and walked in. Straight away I saw the men, they all turned and stared when they saw me enter. I noticed a seat had been saved for me next to Aiden – the guy that was leaving – he patted the chair and smirked at the others.

“Saved this for you.” He whispered in my ear giving my leg a squeexe.

I was shocked at Aiden’s sudden confidence. Despite their stares in the office and the whispers about myself that I had heard, no one had yet to touch me. Yet, I didn’t mind him squeezing my leg. I was a bit disappointed when his hand moved away.

“Damn Lexi, you can’t come to a place like this dressed like that.” My boss told me from across the table.

“What do you mean Dean? We booked this place out so it’s not like I’m giving the company a bad impression.” I shrugged mecidiyeköy escort looking around.

“Plus, this is my restaurant.” He smirked at me.

“It is?” I asked shocked.

He took a sip of his drink and nodded.

“Have a drink Lexi, everything is on me.” He said.

“Oh thank you. Nothing alcholic though.” I said.

“And why not girl?” He asked.

“I want to stay sober tonight.” I replied.

Dean leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table.

“Maybe we want to get you drunk, what do you think lads?” Dean said.

All the boys around the table murmured in agreements. My mouth fell open in shock.

“Fine – no drink for you girl . We’ll just have to find another way to take advantage of you!” Dean said and laughed.

I wasn’t used to the men being like this, being so… so forward! I can’t help but admit my cli started twitching at his comments.

“Just kidding, don’t give me that look. We’re all gentlemen here!” Dean said.

“Maybe I don’t want you to be gentlemen tonight.” I said out loud.

Immediately I clamped my hand to my mouth. Why did I say that out loud?! I couldn’t believe myself.

As I looked around the table I noticed all men had suddenly gone very quiet and sat very still, they all stared at me in disbelief. I looked over at Dean.

“Lexi, Lexi, Lexi. You won’t even believe the things we’d like to do to you, but in public? I think you’re too much of a good girl to agree with that. What do you think boys? Do you think little Lexi will let us take her in this restaurant? On this… table?” Dean motioned across the table with his hands.

The men all agreed that, no, I wasn’t up for that. I raised my eyebrows but didn’t say a word.

We all ate our dinner, comments being made about me – sexual comments – every now and then. It was turning me on, I could feel myself getting wetter.

“Ah now, Lexi we’re going to a strip club to get our fill. So let us order you a taxi to take you home.” Dean said getting his phone out.

I thought for a split second, shall I? I want this, so badly. I really do… Okay… I’m going to say it.

“Oh… so you’re not going to take me on this table then?” I adked raising my eyebrow.

Dean dropped his phone on the table and looked at me in shock. Aiden started coughing on his drink.

“What? Shit!” Marcus (one of the other men said.)

“There aksaray escort I was thinking you were a man of your word. Or is that a lie?” I challenged.

The men all looked at each other briefly then Dean called the waiter over. He said something quietly to him then the waiter walked away.

“They’re clearing themselves of the restaurant then it’ll just be us… are you sure you want this?” Dean asked.

I nodded.

“I need you to be sure.” Dean said.

“I need to be fucked.” I said bluntly.

I could hear a few gasps and Dean chuckled.

“Well… I never thought little shy Lexi was a whore.” He smirked.

“There’s so much you don’t know about me.” I said leaning forward.

As we waited for the staff to leave,Aiden started rubbing my leg again.

“You getting her warmed up mate?” Dean asked.

Aiden smirked at him.

“Since it’s your leaving do, you should be in charge mate.” Dean told Aiden. “What shall we do with her?”

“Well first…” Aiden turned to me.

“Get undressed and lie on the table, spread your arms and legs.” He ordered.

The men cheered and clapped at his order. I did as I was told.

“Good girl.” Aiden purred.

I lay there waiting, not knowing what was about to happen.

“My turn first.” I heard Aiden speak up.

He climbed onto the table and took his trousers off. Then he walked over and put his legs either side of my head. He squatted down and smacked his cock around my face a few times. I tried to catch his cock in my mouth but with no success.

“Look at her boys, she’s desperate for our cocks!” Aiden said.

Finally he lowered his cock into my mouth, I started sucking and licking it. His moans of appreciation made me go faster.

“Stop.” He grunted.

He moved away slightly.

“I’m going to show you how men play now. Sit up.” He ordered clicking his fingers.

I sat up on the table. Aiden grabbed a handful of hair and staretd face fucking me, and he wasn’t gentle, he was rough. I started gagging and the men started cheering.

“Fucking hell look at the state of her!” Someone called.

All the men were watching me, their cocks now in their hands as they slowly stroked themselves.

“Harder man! She’s a whore so treat her like one!” Dean shouted.

I didn’t think it was possible for Aiden to go any harder or faster than he already was but somehow he topkapı escort managed to. He was ruining my face, I was drooling all over his cock, saliva dripping from my mouth.

“Get ready for my cum you whore!” Aiden grunted.

As he came, he pulled out so his cum splattered across my face. The men around the table cheered and some high fived Aiden when he got off the table. I went to wipe it off my face but Dean caught my hands.

“I don’t think so love, now get on all fours.” He instructed climbing onto the table.

I got on all fours and Dean spanked my ass hard. I cried out.

“I’m just getting started girl. Which hole shall I treat first?” Dean asked. But I doubt this was a question I could answer.

“Fuck her ass man!” Someone shouted.

“Got an idea, Max, lay under her. Whore, you’re going to lay on Max’s cock okay?” Dean asked me slapping my ass more gently this time.

I moved around so Max could lay under me and obediently climbed onto his cock, I moaned as he entered. Finally, just what I wanted.

Dean gave me time to adjust to having Max in me then he gently pushed me down so I was laying against Max, then Max wrapped his arms around me applying slight pressure so I couldn’t move. I felt Dean enter himself into my ass, I started wriggling against Max… not because I didn’t like it but because I was so horny and so full. My eyes rolled back.

“Fucking hell boys! She’s liking this!” Max called out.

I screamed out as both the men started thrusting into me.

“Yeah you like that you dirty little whore? We see what you’relike in the office, wearing tight little outfits and teasing us like a slut. I bet you wanted this, didn’t you. You wanted to be used like a whore.” Dean grunted.

“Fuck! Yes, yes yes! I want this, I want to be your little whore! Fuck me! Fuck me!” I cried out.

Dean and some of the other men started laughing.

“Weren’t expecting that were we lads?” Dean laughed.

“Fuck her good men!” One of the boys shputed.

“Fuck me harder!” I screamed out.

The men picked up their pace and thrust into me harder and faster till I was non stop screaming for more. This sensation, experience and feeling was incredible.

“I’m gonna cum!” Max grunted.

“Fuck me too man!” Dean told him.

They’re thrusts got sloppier, lazier as they emptied their loads into me. I collapsed against Max and caught my breath.

“Fucking hell girl you are incredible. I never expected that from you.” Dean said and kissed the back of my head.

Max climbed out from under me and left me laying on the table panting.

“Whos’ next then boys?” I asked smiling.

The men cheered and I patiently waited for the next cock to enter me.

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Carol Jordan struggled to remain at attention as she waited to receive her decoration. The courtyard of the imperial palace was filled with over ten thousand potentates from all over the galactic Dynasty that was about to honor her with the highest award for bravery and dedication that the Dynastic government had to offer. It was not the crowd that caused her nervousness. It was the fact that she was about to meet the Emperor, the Dynasty’s ruler.

Nathaniel Trent had been an officer in the Old Federation before it had fallen due to its own bureaucratic excesses and complacency. It had become too sure of itself and was slow to adapt to change. Faced with external pressure and internal decay, it had fallen ten years ago. Trent had rallied the remnants of the Old Federation’s military and police forces, formed an alliance with the powerful Andrian Confederacy, and fought to stem the chaos that had filled the power vacuum that followed the Old Federation’s fall. He had been twenty-three years old at the time. After years of fighting the Dynasty had one quarter of the galaxy under firm control, approximately one quarter belonged to the Andrian Confederacy; the rest was held by enemy governments or was unexplored.

Emperor Trent governed from the solar system he had dubbed “Triumph.” Each solar system that was part of the confederacy elected its own leaders, and made its own laws, but each paid taxes to the Emperor, submitted to certain laws concerning commerce and extradition for crimes, agreed to the abolition of slavery, and contributed to the general defense. Dynastic territory was divided into twelve sectors each protected and administered in the Emperor’s name by one of the Dynastic Archdukes. The Archdukes were all comrades from the Emperor’s War Against Chaos and answered only to him.

The Emperor’s title was hereditary, meaning it would be passed to one of Trent’s children. (This was also true of the archdukes.) Each system elected its own officials, but the Royal family would assure a political continuity the Old Federation lacked. Jordan forced her hands not to shake. The Emperor himself would be decorating her in a few minutes.

She was to be the first person awarded the Emperor’s medal of Valor. The honor had been earned through pain. She had been hospitalized for three months and undergone six operations recovering from her last battle. She still had nightmares about the fire engulfing her. She remembered the heat itself searing her flesh even through her fire -resistant space fleet uniform. She remembered dragging three injured crewmen from the flame-filled bridge. She could still see the crewmen she could not save. She remembered the burns that covered her from head to toe. She remembered endless hours in regeneration tanks and the how the itching of the skin grafts had nearly driven her man. And, of course, there was the pain; the incessant, relentless pain that no drug could moderate.

That pain had already earned her a promotion, her coming decoration, and a personal dinner with the royal family. The royal family consisted of the Emperor, his fifteen wives, and their children. The Emperor had adopted the Andrian custom of plural marriage, and many other parts of Andrian culture. The Emperor’s wives helped him govern his dynasty; overseeing his fleets, his armies, the Dynastic economy and all the various departments of government. There was much speculation about what went on behind the closed doors of the royal palace and how one man could keep so many beautiful and powerful women at his side and in his bed. Rumors abounded that Jordan herself would become his next wife and be given a position on his ruling council. Would she be asked to join the royal family? What would she do if she was?

Trumpets sounded and the crowd stilled. The imperial wives entered the courtyard. They were followed by the ten children of the Imperial household, six servants who attended them, and a platoon of heavily armed and armored guards. The wives were seated near the podium where Jordan stood. All of them were beautiful, elegant, and regal. Jordan though it silly that any one would believe that the Emperor would want her when he had such women already.

Shayal Atrava, the Emperor’s first wife and his designated Empress sat in a chair that occupied a platform a meter higher than where the other wives sat. The Empress was a Princess of the Andrian Confederacy; the daughter of its current monarch, Galayen Atrava. It was through marriage to Shayal that Trent had allied himself with the Andrian Confederacy. She was young, slim, and carried herself with perfect poise that came from a life time of training. Her hair, like most Andrians, was lustrous and inky-black. She wore it at shoulder length and slightly curled. Her eyes were the lightest blue and shined with intelligence and wit.

She was dressed in a flowing ankle-length white dress made of silk; or something like silk. It was trimmed in gold with a neckline that plunged nearly to her navel, showcasing cleavage düzce escort that was perfectly proportioned to her body. There were slits on both sides of the dress that ended just above the knee that allowed ease of movement. It was backless down to the base of her spine. A necklace comprised of dozens of gemstones adored her throat; a single grape-sized, sapphire hung between her breasts. Jordan found herself jealous of the Empress’ beauty and grace. She was still almost mesmerized watching her dance-like walk and the flow of the exquisite dress about her ankles.

Jordan thought she should look at the other wives. She did not want inadvertently snub one of the Imperial family, but she seemed compelled to memorize every detail of Shayal’s appearance. Jordan gasped when the Empress looked directly at her and smiled. It was a pleased, knowing smile. It also seemed to be a welcoming smile. It made Jordan feel like she was, or was about to be, a part of an exclusive club.

More trumpets sounded, and Jordan finally forced her eyes away from Shayal. The Emperor came into the courtyard flanked by a twenty-being honor guard consisting of ten men and ten women. He was dressed in military uniform that shared the color-scheme of the Empress’ gown. He was tall, broad-shouldered, and graceful in stride. His face was sculpted and confident, and his hair was a sun-lightened brown. It was cut short but was thick enough to blow slightly in the wind. Carol had always thought he was too handsome to be an Emperor. Rulers as effective and attractive as Nathaniel Trent only existed in fairy tales. But this was no fairy tale. The Emperor was only a few meters away, and his nation was prospering despite the efforts of more than a few enemies.

The Emperor strode onto the podium, now only a meter or so away from Jordan. The wind carried the scent of his cologne to her nostrils. The scent was unique: sweet and almost unbearably masculine at the same time. The Emperor was giving an address to the crowd. Although he was speaking about her and recounting the events for which she was being rewarded, she was barely aware of his words. They seemed distant and unintelligible. What she could hear was the tone of his voice. It was deep and melodic and seemed to have physicality to it. It seemed to enter her brain through her ears and caress her mind. Added to this was a kind of vibration that seemed to emanate from the Emperor’s body. (Vibration was an inadequate word, but she could think of none better.) A delicious tension began to build in her body. It was as though a lover had just indulged her in hours of expertly performed foreplay.

Jordan blinked and the Emperor was standing before her; only half a meter or so from her. She had been lost in whatever power surrounded him, and had not realized that he had finished speaking. He was speaking directly to her now, holding her medal. Dimly, she realized that he was congratulating her on being decorated. She heard herself thanking him but she was not consciously forming the words. He placed the medal around her neck; lifting her dark, shoulder-length brown hair to place the purple ribbon the medal hung from beneath it. The sensation of his fingers running through her hair made her sigh very softly. The Emperor smiled knowingly and drew his hands down Jordan’s neck after the medal was in place.

Jordan was in another world. Just being in the Emperor’s presence had made her burn with desire. The feel of his hands on the bare flesh of her neck had almost overwhelmed her. She was grateful that her knees had not buckled or that she had not pressed herself against the Emperor’s body. Whatever power had seized her had seemingly rendered her incapable of movement. She felt as though she was being held in place by this odd erotic energy.

The Emperor moved away, and Jordan came back to her senses slowly. That is, she could think clearly again, and she could move, but her body was still highly energized. It was not simple arousal; although that was a component of this what she was feeling. She was invigorated mentally and physically. She was simply feeling good!

The feeling stayed with her through the reception that followed. Jordan spent the next few hours being imaged for the various press agencies, posing with various government officials and showing the people of the Dynasty their newest heroine. She tried her best to live up to the people’s expectations and not to think about her upcoming meal with the royal family. —————————————————————————————————————————–

Jordan studied herself in the full length mirror. After she had returned to the opulent, spacious quarters she had been assigned within the Royal palace, she had bathed, changed into a fresh uniform and was assuring herself that it she was now perfectly attired. She had gone to the extra effort of having this uniform custom tailored. It consisted edirne escort of a blue tunic and slacks with gold braids and trim, with the jacket worn over a white blouse. It displayed six years worth of service ribbons on the right breast. Regulations gave female personnel the option of wearing slacks or a skirt, but Jordan always opted for slacks. The standard issue black shoes had been shined to a mirror finish. She fashioned her hair into a loose pony tail, and completed the ensemble by placing her Medal of Valor around her neck, closing her eyes at the memory of the Emperor’s hands caressing her neck.

She regarded herself one last time. She had never considered herself beautiful, but she was proud of her body. A daily regimen of swimming, yoga, and martial arts practice had given her a slim waist, well toned arms and legs, and tight shapely butt. She liked the way the tailored uniform made her look. She had even had one of the palace servants help her with her makeup. After all, one didn’t share a meal with the royal family every night. Besides, she had to admit to herself, she wanted to be beautiful for the emperor.

It was a silly thought, she knew. She could never hope to achieve the beauty and grace that the Empress had displayed earlier that day. There was no reason for the Emperor to give her more than a passing glance. Yet, he seemed to have deliberately caressed her neck, and seemed to be aware the effect he had had on her.

The door chime sounded and Jordan was pulled away from the mirror. “Enter.” She said.

Two members of the Emperor’s personal guard entered. Both were both young women. One was very tall with red hair. The other was shorter with deep-black hair. Both were well muscled and moved like cats. “Emperor Trent is ready to receive you, Commander Jordan; if you would follow us please?” The taller guard said.

Jordan followed. Her quarters were in the wing of the palace reserved for VIP guests. They had consisted of three rooms, and included a personal hot tub and spa, and a large fire place. The furniture was posh and soft, and the palace servants had responded to even her slightest whim. Compared to the four meter by four meter quarters on the cruiser she had served on, the luxury she had lived in over the past week seem shamefully decadent. Once they passed into the Palace’s royal wing, however, her quarters seemed quite spartan.

Paintings, statues and various works of art lined the hallways. Marble columns held up vaulted ceilings. Polished floors made exotic woods were underfoot, and guards adored in ceremonial swords and armor stood posts every twenty feet. Finely carved hardwood doors were inlaid with gold and silver, and windows five meters long were spaced at intervals. This all served to make Jordan’s nervousness return. Her hands were shaking again as she approached the double doors that led to the Royal Family’s apartments.

The guards opened the doors and stepped aside so Jordan could enter. Upon stepping over the threshold she was greeted by the Empress herself. Jordan suddenly felt overdressed. The Empress was dressed in simple pale-blue frock and was barefoot. She touched Jordan on both shoulders and smiled broadly. “Carol, welcome to our home,” She said, taking Jordan by the arm and leading further into the Imperial quarters.

“Thank you Empress.” Jordan Stammered.

“Call me Shayal.”

Jordan surveyed the room she had been led into. It was obviously the primary living area. It was round, two tiered, and arranged in concentric circles. The lower tier was reached by descending five steps from the upper tier. It was furnished with four semi-circular sofas arranged in a circle facing each other, two large crescent-shaped hardwood coffee tables in front of the sofas, and several richly padded reclining chairs. A large circular fire place dominated the center.

The upper tier was surrounded by a panoramic window that provided a view of the palace’s expansive gardens. There were several sets of luncheon tables and chairs where one could dine and view the gardens, as well as six lounge chairs and a massage table that were placed where the sun would shine on them for most of the day. The surroundings were certainly comfortable, but they lacked the opulence of the corridors Jordan had just walked through.

The Emperors wives all rose to greet Jordan. They were dressed for comfort as Shayal was. “Carol, this is Sandra,” Shayal said gesturing to a tall blond woman wearing a dark blue silken robe that just covered her knees. “Sandra is Field Marshal of all Dynastic armed forces.”

Jordan knew what rank Sandra held, but was grateful for Shayal’s reminder. It allowed her time to deal with her growing confusion “Nice to meet you Ma’am,” Jordan replied.

“Sandra,” the blond woman said. “There are no ranks or formalities in this household. It is our home and should be comfortable and welcoming.”

Jordan was introduced, in turn, to the other elazığ escort wives. Each was quite beautiful and each held a key position in the Emperors government. They were wearing various loose fitting, light clothing and were all barefoot as was the Andrian custom when at home. She realized that she herself was over dressed. She had assumed that a dinner would be a formal affair and had dressed accordingly. She felt the flush of embarrassment come to her face.

“I apologize Emp…Shayal; I thought dinner would be a formal affair.” Jordan explained.

“How would get to know each other that way?” Shayal asked. “You are a guest in our home and we want you to be at ease.”

“The uniform has to go.” Another blond woman said. She was slightly shorter than Sandra, and her hair was a lighter, almost golden, shade of blond. An ultra sheer toga-like gown obscured, but did not hide her body. Jordan recognized her as Auril: the chief of the Dynastic Intelligence and Security service. “She’ll never relax in that.”

“I think we can find something for her to wear,” a voluptuously built brunet said stepping forward. She was dressed a sheer black robe that extended to her mid thigh.

“I’m Kalin,” the brunet said taking Jordan in a sisterly embrace. “Let’s get you into something comfortable.”

Within a few minutes Jordan found herself in room that was stocked with hundreds of fine dresses and gowns and equipped with several dressing tables. Kalin and some servants helped her change into a loose fitting pale-blue dress made of satin. It left her shoulders and most of her back bare and was secured only by a thin strap around her neck, and gold-inlaid rope belt. It left most of her cleavage open to view; barely covering her nipples. The hem ended millimeters above her knees. No shoes were offered.

Kalin carefully looked Jordan up and down. “There, now you can enjoy the evening.”

In truth, Jordan felt a bit self-conscious. The dress was attractive but very revealing. She said nothing, however, not wanting to seem ungrateful for her host’s hospitality. “Thank you General.”

“Call me Kalin. When you are in the family’s quarters, always use first names, and that includes Nathaniel.” Kalin said, touching Jordan on both shoulders. She looked at Jordan and smiled. “Nathaniel will love you in this, and your medal is the perfect accessory,” she added, placing the medal back around Jordan’s neck.

Kalin led Jordan over to a full length mirror. “Look at yourself; beautiful, just beautiful.” Kalin prompted. “We know you have endured much pain, but that is over now,” she said kneading Jordan’s shoulders gently from behind. “You are tense and tired, but we will soon fix that.”

Time seemed to stop as Kalin’s skilled hands worked the tension out of Jordan’s neck and shoulders. After what seemed like all too brief a time receiving such attention Jordan’s solace was interrupted. “That was wonderful.”

“I’m glad to have helped,” Kalin replied. “When Nathaniel tends to you tonight, you will feel as though you are floating on air.”

“The Emperor will tend to me?” Jordan asked, her voice week with a mix of confusion and anticipation.

“Oh yes,” Kalin said running a hand down Jordan’s bare right arm. “You have served his Dynasty well, and endured a great deal of pain on his behalf. Nathaniel will want to help you heal.”

“But I’ve already been cleared for duty by medical.” Jordan remarked.

“Your body has healed most satisfactorily, but what of the mind? What of the spirit?” Jordon was silent. Did they know about the nightmares and the flash backs? Did they know she saw the crewman she failed to save as the bridge burned lurking in the shadows and waiting to punish her failure? Did they understand the guilt she felt at having survived the destruction of her ship? Could they all see how weak she truly was?

“Come,” Kalin urged. “We will have some wine and talk. You need to get to know the family.”

The wine was very good. Jordan soon found it hard to believe that she was surrounded by the most powerful women in the Dynastic government. She found herself speaking freely about her past and family. She listened to tales told by the Emperor’s wives. The environment was easy and jovial. She was at ease among friends and laughing heartily after hearing a tale of Sandra’s time as a fleet cadet, when the Emperor arrived.

“Wait until you hear how she got herself out of that mess,” Nathaniel Trent said as he entered the room. He was dressed in an ensemble that seemed like a cross between silk pajamas and a karate gi.

It was sleeveless with the front of the tunic open enough to expose the front of his torso from his neck to a point just above his naval and tied with a black sash. The top was white and the pants were black. Jordan made no attempt to hide admiration. He was regal and handsome. His smile was open and genuine. He was well-muscled and his muscled formed smooth graceful curves as the flowed into one another. He had just a hint of a sun tan and the slightest, barely visible, sprinkle of hair on his chest. The word magnificent came to Jordan’s mind.

The wives all rose and gathered around him; each received a kiss and a hug in greeting. “Hello Carol,” the Emperor said as he moved to greet her, his eyes holding her gaze in a way that seemed very intimate.

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