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Late this Summer I was in Dallas taking care of some business and attending some meetings. It was there that I met her. At first glance my heart stopped and my cock got hard. Now she wasn’t one of those fashion magazine beauties as she was far sexier than any of them. She was only five feet one inch tall but boy was she put together just right.

She had brilliant green eyes and beautiful blonde hair down to her shoulder blades. Oh yes, she was a vision of sexy sinfulness with her 36C titties that pointed straight out from her chest, a nice full round ass, and a Texas drawl that turned this northern man on.

For about three days I saw her around the stupid meetings before getting the courage to even speak to her knowing that if I did my cock would swell to full arousal and I wouldn’t be able to hide it in my trousers. I had gotten close enough to read her name badge and find out her name was Jessie and that she was from Dallas.

During the morning break I walked up to her and confided that I was tired of eating the food at the hotel and was wondering if she could recommend somewhere different for lunch. I knew it was a pretty lame excuse to talk with her; I just hoped she was interested in me so that she didn’t care how lame my excuse was.

She named a couple of places in walking distance. Then going for it I asked her if she would join me at her favorite of the places she had named; my treat. We had a very nice lunch getting to know each other. There was very little sexual tension but a lot of laughing as we had apparently had a lot in common other than our big age difference as I was old enough to be her father as I was 48 and she was 23.

“Jessie, this has been fun. Can we continue this at dinner tonight?” I was nervous as I asked while my cock sprang to life as the words came out. Thoughts of what could happen raced through my mind as I waited the unbelievably long three seconds for her answer.

“I’d love to Gene, but this time it will be my treat,” she replied happily. The afternoon session seemed to drag on and on. I thought it would never end. Then the two hours waiting for Jessie were absolutely grueling. Finally at 7:00 exactly there was a knock at my hotel room door. Opening the door I saw her carrying two large bags.

“Well, Jessie come on in and put those down. I’ll be ready in just a moment as I need to use the restroom before we leave.” I ushered her into the room and closed the door behind her watching her ass sway as she walked past.

“Actually, I brought dinner with me if that is ok. I brought some real Texas style barbeque and some beer for you to try.” We had argued at lunch about whether Midwest or Texas barbeque was better. Of course she loved her Texas kind and I was a big fan of the Kansas City style. Her idea sounded wonderful to me.

An intimate dinner for two in my hotel room with a 12 pack of beer sounded just perfect. The ribs were great and I devoured them with her. I had to break the news that I still preferred the Midwest ribs. As we licked our fingers we kept talking and laughing as we downed beer after beer. Soon our bladders were full.

Jessie was the first to excuse herself to use the bathroom. I couldn’t help myself and as she got up from that small little table they put in hotel rooms her rump was almost in my face. Reaching up I gave it a little swat as she walked away. She just looked back and smiled at me

While she was tinkling I straightened up and threw away the food containers and beer cans. When I heard the bathroom door open I walked toward it. Meeting her just outside the entrance I gently put my arms around her waste and pulled her short body tightly against mine.

Looking into those shimmering green eyes I leaned in and put my lips on her hers. She parted her full lips slightly and I stabbed my tongue inside as the kiss grew in passion. After about a minute we came up for air and I went to the bathroom. While in the restroom I told myself to take it easy and Jessie would amply reward me; no need to rush things as she appeared to be as horny as I was.

I hadn’t thought that I could get anymore aroused until I came out of the bathroom and saw her on the edge of the king size bed. She was leaning back on her elbows with one foot dangling from the side and the other propped up on the edge of the bed. All she was wearing was her sexy black bra and matching panties as she cooed, “Gene, I didn’t want to wrinkle my dress as I need it for tomorrow.”

“No, you sure wouldn’t want to do that,” I responded as I gulped hard. I walked closer kicking off my shoes as I approached this virtual goddess of lust. When I was about two yards away she held up her hand as a stop sign.

“When you used that goofy line about finding a restaurant on me were you actually hoping to find a young thing to be your sweet baby girl?”

“I wasn’t looking for a baby girl type; you just turned me on so much that I had to take my chances. Don’t misunderstand me, I would love to have a sweet baby girl to play with and teach some valuable lessons casino siteleri to.” She smiled broadly at me as I must have given the correct answer. She motioned for me to come a bit closer to her.

“Well Gene, I cream my panties for older graying hair guys like you. I turn into a total slut around handsome guys like you. Please be my daddy. Please let me suck your cock daddy, I’ll be a good little cock sucker.” She was innocently twirling her hair with her fingers. Then the nymph grabbed my hips and pulled me closer. Quickly she found my zipper and started to pull it down. I was already completely in her spell.

“Oh Jessie, yes you can be my baby girl slut. Remember baby that daddy is always in charge. Oh shit yes, pull out my pecker and suck it like a sweet girl should.” Her graceful hands had my trousers and briefs down to my knees in a flash. Cupping my balls with one hand and grabbing the stem of my rod with the other she planted a dainty kiss right on the head of my circumcised seven inches.

There was no doubt that Jessie loved cock sucking as she made love to my prick with her mouth. She worked her tongue all around my shaft before sucking the entire member into her mouth. She used the hand that was on my pecker like a pump yanking me up and down with each thrust of her mouth. The hand that had been teasing my balls was exploring my skinny little ass.

She stuck a finger just inside of my rectum and played with my prostate. Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over me. My balls were boiling in excitement. Moaning loudly I shot my cum into her hungry mouth. She was doing everything she could to get it all down her throat but a little stream of the sticky stuff ran down the corner of her chin.

“How was that daddy?” Jessie asked as she pulled away from my erection and licked the cum from her chin. I was unable to respond as I was out of breath. She had scooted onto her side and was playing with her bra. The next move was obviously mine.

“Oh sweet baby that was wonderful but you didn’t keep it all in your mouth. Daddy will have to punish you for that. But, let’s see what your bra and panties are hiding first.” I laid down beside this girl who was 25 years younger than me and couldn’t believe my cock was already hard again. Resting a hand on her shoulder I kissed her soulfully.

Our lips and tongue did a carnal dance for several minutes until I reached behind her back and undid her bra clasps. With her help the bra disappeared from her body. Kissing down her neck and upper chest I soon had one of her dark brown nipples in my mouth. Her hands held my face in place as I sucked and licked her C Cups while my hands traveled all over her body until I reached her silky panties.

Reaching between her thighs I felt the crotch of her undies. I knew it would be extra warm, but her cunt was red hot. The big surprise was how wet the panties had become in such a short time. I hooked my fingers in the sides of the bikini panties and started to pull them down. Jessie quickly caught on and lifted her hips off of the bed. The panties slid off easily. Quickly I slung them to the floor and inspected her twat.

She had a perfectly clean shaved pussy. There was not a hair to be found. Her pink cunt lips seemed to be inviting me to them. I did a double take as I looked again and saw her hard little nub of a clit was already greeting me from between the lips. God, I knew I was going to have fun with her. Rather than dive right into her honey pot curiosity got the best of me and I rolled her over to see her back side.

Her ass was so cute. The two perfect cheeks were divided by her deep crack. Pulling her fleshy buns apart my eyes quickly focused in on her tiny little rosebud and I was virtually drooling. Sitting up I grabbed her ankles and pulled her sliding her across the bedspread until her ass was on my lap.

Jessie giggled as I did this; it was kind of a nervous giggle. Obviously my yanking her across the bed hadn’t hurt as she wiggled her rump at me once I had it in place. Her hips rubbed against my cock as I wrapped one hand around her chest to hold her in place. I lifted my other hand up behind my shoulder and then threw it down all the way to her sweet ass with a thundering slap.

“Ouch, Oh daddy that hurt,” she cried in a mixture of pain and pleasure. Again I raised my hand and smacked her rump. Then again and again I smacked her watching her cheeks get pinker and pinker and then redder and redder. It was such a pretty shade of red.

Do you like what daddy is doing? Does my baby slut want more?”

“Oh yes, please daddy

I am on fire, Oh please spank my crack; I need it!” Jessie let her legs fall apart slightly allowing her labia to come into view. Then grabbing the ass cheek farthest from my stomach she pulled her cheek a part so with each swat my hand landed more against the depths of her sexy crack.

After several more hard swats I began to tenderly rub her ass taking out the sting and making it all better. My hand glided up and down her crack and to her slot oyna cunt lips. Sticking a finger in her hole I was amazed just how juicy she had become. Softly I asked, “Is this honey in your pot for me, baby girl?”

“Oh yes, daddy, I made it all just for you because I know just how much daddy’s love baby’s honey.”

“Then Jessie, how about climbing up on this bed and spreading your legs and serving it up to me like a nasty good girl should.” This sexy girl obviously wanted her pussy eaten as she had her head on the pillow where I had pointed in just seconds. Her legs formed a wishbone with her cunt at the center inviting me in.

Teasing her I slowly kissed up her legs. When I reached the top of her thigh I stopped and jumped to the other thigh. I kissed around it for a good minute while I caressed her legs, tummy and boobies. Then, forming my tongue into a scoop I started at the bottom of her twat and began shoveling her sweet nectar into my mouth.

Her body convulsed when the tip of my tongue first touched her larger than normal clit. I teased it with my tongue before returning to scooping out her cunt that was running like a river. Then wrapping my arms around her gorgeous thighs I settled in at her turgid joy button. First lightly playing with and then sucking it into my mouth I did everything I could to bring my new fuck mate off.

I rubbed the button between my lips as I flicked it with my tongue as I sucked on it for everything I was worth. Jessie was slamming her fists on the bed. Her sweet aroma filled the room and my nostrils as she pleaded, “Oh Gene, fuck me, I’ll do it anyway you like just fuck the holy shit out of your little slut. I need your cock.”

As much as I was enjoying sucking her clit and eating her out fucking her sounded even better. It was a dream coming true; after all, there isn’t a man alive who doesn’t want to here a sweet little girl beg him to fuck her. Even though she was supposed to be my little slut I couldn’t contain my enthusiasm as I blurted out, “You want to fuck do you? Then get on your hands and knees and I’ll shove my big cock in this sweet cunt of yours.”

Wasting no time, the girl pulled her legs up and rolled over. Doing a single push up Jessie was in position wiggling her hot ass at me. Surprisingly it was still pink from the spanking I had given her but the white was starting to return. Climbing in behind her I lightly stroked her rear end. Getting closer I rubbed my pecker up and down her crack and pussy while my free hand caressed up her back.

Placing my prick at the opening to her pussy I grabbed a fistful of her blonde hair and yanked back on her head. Now with her head pulled back I drove my hot poker deep into her very tight little cunt. As Jessie squealed I bellowed, “Is this what you wanted? Is this the way my hot fucking slut wants to get her fucking?”

“Oh yes fuck me, fuck me harder I’m your fucking slut; give it to me!” Now I was pummeling her cunt with thrust after thrust. Her ass was so inviting that I couldn’t help myself and swatted it a few times as we continued to fuck. Jessie buried her shoulders in the bed and reached down and began playing with her clit. Neither of us was able to speak as our breathing got heavier and heavier.

Suddenly my balls tightened and I let loose what felt like a massive explosion of cum deep in her love tunnel. But, the young lady wasn’t quite finished with my cock. With her still frigging her clit I continued to pound in and out of her. Then with a scream I felt her whole body shudder before she collapsed to the bed having cum herself.

We spent the rest of the evening snuggling and caressing one another. Nothing very steamy as we both were tired from the long day. However, just before we fell asleep for the night Jessie grabbed my cock and gave me one hell of a hand job. Naturally, I returned the favor and we came together laying there arm in arm.

The aroma of hot coffee awoke me early the next morning. Looking over at the table I saw Jessie sipping a mug of coffee wearing only her panties and blouse. She only had about three buttons fastened. A thunderbolt struck me; I would see just how much Jessie was into being my baby girl.

Wiping the night’s sleep out of my eyes I went in to the bathroom and quickly relieved myself. Then, splashing some cold water on my face I strutted out heading straight for the sexy fox. I positioned myself directly in front of her as she softly spoke, “Good morning, Gene.”

“Good morning yourself Jessie; But, what is the idea of getting up without waking me too? Slide down on your knees for me.” Puzzled she did as I asked her. Her face was now at my groin and she started to reach out for my cock but I pushed her hand away. Then taking my shaft in my hand I smacked her forehead with it. Then I proceeded to give her a cockwhipping all over her face as I ordered her to take off her blouse.

Pulling her up onto her knees I swatted each of her big jugs with it several times. Grasping one of her tits roughly in my hand I rubbed the spongy head canlı casino siteleri of my cock against her nipple; then did the same to the other nipple. Then resuming the cock whipping of her boobs I was fascinated by how my cock seemed to bounce each time it hit them.

My excitement level was rapidly increasing as was Jessie’s. She was wiggling trying to get as much of my cock on her body as she could. Wanting to cum all over her I had her settle back down with her face right in front of my prick still whipping her with it.

Slowing down I let her tongue and lips grab a small taste. She wasn’t to be denied as after a couple of minutes she hungrily captured my cock between her lips and sucked it deep into her mouth. Groaning in pleasure I twisted my fingers in her hair and frantically gave her a hard mouth fucking.

Yanking back on her hair I pulled my pecker from her greedy mouth and shot a large load of spunk on to her face. Globs landed in her hair and between her eyes. Another splash landed on the tip of her nose which she licked into her mouth. Withdrawing my hips further I yanked on my cock a couple of more times and covered her large melons with a spray of my stickiness. Using her hands she rubbed it into her sexy chest.

This was one of the sexiest sites I had ever seen in my life! Globs of white sticky gooey spunk all over her face, hair, and chest painted such a perfect picture of my new hot baby girl. Helping her to her feet we kissed passionately and as I pushed her back onto the bed asked, “Was that fun little Jessie? Do you like being my cock loving slut?”

“Oh Gene, that was fucking amazing,” she replied as she kept scooping globs of my jism from her face and hair into her mouth. As she did this I dove back between her legs for the breakfast of champions and buried my face into her cunt. Licking and sucking I made sure that I got every drop I could of that wondrous honey.

We were running out of time and I had to get a fuck in before we went off to the damn meetings. Sadly I took my mouth from her twat and positioned my cock at her entrance. It wasn’t much of a fuck as my cock had already been pretty well drained. But, we did both manage a small orgasm.

As we got dressed and went to the elevator we made arrangements to spend the rest of the week together. She told me that I would be on my own for lunch as she had to run home and get some clothes if I wanted her to stay with me. I agreed it was worth missing a nooner to have her the next three nights. It was then I found out that she would also be at some of the other conferences I was scheduled to be at later that month; I was thrilled.

It was a long day constantly running into this sexy minx and not being able to touch her as we both had to maintain professional behavior. On her way to lunch I got her a hotel key so she could set her things in the room. Upon my return to my room that evening I noticed that her stuff was there but she had been very considerate as it was put away neatly and not strung out all over the place.

Less than five minutes later, as I was kicking off my shoes, the door opened and in walked a very bubbly Jessie. She threw her arms around me and gave me a tonsillectomy with her tongue. Smiling down at me she asked, “Daddy, please put back on your shoes. I want to treat you to dinner at my favorite restaurant tonight, please. IF you do I’ll do anything you want me to when we get back.”

As this vivacious pixy stood back up in front of me lustful thoughts crowded my mind. I knew exactly what I wanted to do with her. Reaching around her waist I hugged my face into her crotch and sniffed in the aroma of her womanhood before answering, “Ok baby, I’ll let you take me out but, remember I expect that you will keep that promise of doing what I want upon our return.”

A curious expression came across her face. She wasn’t sure what she had gotten herself into. She just giggled and jumped away as I slapped her ass and then put back on the shoes. She had great taste as we went to a fine steak place. The food was great and the company even better. We laughed and flirted all through our five star meal.

From time to time our hands caressed each other’s thighs under the table cloth. It was just light touching as I think if we had done much more we would have gotten carried away and kicked out of the place. Jessie pulled out all the stops including a wonderful bottle of wine. By the end of dinner we had a slight buzz and walked back to my hotel.

To my delight we got an elevator all to ourselves. I grabbed Jessie’s hand and placed it on my cock motioning her to play with it as we rode up to our floor. At the same time I reached my hand behind her and under her skirt and played with her ass and crotch through her panties. I wanted to do more but the trip was much too quick. Getting out we almost jogged to the room.

The hall was deserted as Jessie dug for the key card to get inside. With one hand I reached inside her blouse and unfastened her bra. At the same time my other hand lifted up her skirt and tucked it into her silky yellow panties. I rubbed my fingers into her crack deeply pushing the material tightly against her crotch as I whispered, “Little girl, you have a fucking great ass and it is mine tonight.”

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It was pouring raining as I rushed through the neighborhood on my way home. It was already dark out and I knew daddy was going to kill me for being late again. He didn’t want me to go to college and only agreed when I promised to be home every night before it got dark. I had been for a while too, but now the train lines were being worked on so the buses were running late to pick up the slack. It wasn’t my fault, but daddy didn’t care, he still was going to ream me.

I spotted my small, two-story home through the rain drops coating my glasses and in my haste, slipped in a puddle, causing my dress to pool around me on the side walk and my tights to get scuffed up from rocks.

“Oh no!” I cried looking at how soaking wet I was now. My school bag was submerged in a puddle and I scrambled for it, peaking inside and seeing all my school books were now as damp as I was.

“Great, now daddy is gonna kill me and I can’t do my school work,” I frowned, closing he bag and standing up on my feet. I tried my best to straighten out my dress, but it clung to my body like a second skin, revealing the outline of my small panties and my hard nipples.

I stomped my sneakers through the puddles the rest of the way home, dragging my cold body up the stairs to the front door. I pushed my way inside, eager to be somewhere dry, dropping my wet bag and shoes by the coat rack.

I took off my glasses and put them on the table until I could find a glasses cloth to clean them with. Catching a glimpse in the mirror, I saw my normally straightened hair had become curly from the rain and now framed my face in a mess of curls, making me look much younger than 20 years old.

“And just where have you been young lady?” I heard daddy’s voice call from the living room. My heart sat in my throat and I hesitantly stepped forward, coming around the corner to stand in front of my daddy’s chair. He sat perfectly still, his tall, muscular frame dwarfing the chair he sat in.

“Look at you, your dripping water all over the floor!” he scolded and I jumped. Daddy very rarely raised his voice at me, so I knew he must have been angry.

“I’m s-sorry da-daddy. I fell down outside—”

“I don’t want to hear it! Do you see what time it is little girl?”

I looked at the clock hanging on the wall which told me it was a quarter passed seven. I had no idea it was so late and I bit my lip, nervous about what he would do to me.

“You know I don’t like you walking around this late at night! How many times do I have to tell you to be home before the sun goes down? Do you have any idea what could happen to you?”

“I’m sorry daddy!”

“No, you’re not sorry! If you were sorry, you wouldn’t be late. Is this what that school is doing to you, huh? Making you think you don’t need to listen to your daddy?”

“No, no daddy! It’s just that the bus was late and I had to—”

“I don’t want to hear any excuses, you need to be punished. You’re grounded for the next two weeks, no school, no friends, no leaving this house unless you’re with me. Do you understand?”

My heart sank, “Daddy! I have to go to school, you can’t not let me go to class, I’ll fail!”

“Well maybe you should fail. Women aren’t meant casino siteleri to go to school. You’re mother never went to school, she knew the girls should get married, have babies and stay at home to take care of their husbands. You should be getting married by now not spending all day learning about nonsense you’ll never use again.”

“But-but you s-said I could go to school!”

“That’s when you were my good little girl, but now you’re a bad girl and you need to learn a lesson.”

I bowed my head, tears pooling in my eyes, my bottom lip quivering as I tried not to cry.

Daddy stood up from his chair, his tall boy towering over me, making me feel even smaller than I did. He placed his hand on my shoulder and made me flinch. Slowly, he trailed his hand to my face until it was cupping my cheek.

“Do you wanna be daddy’s good girl again?” He questioned softly and I sniffled, tilting my head to look at him. His face wasn’t harsh anymore, he looked like my daddy again but his green eyes looked at me with an emotion I had never seen before.

Still, I nodded my head quickly and he smiled at me, showing me the dimple on his left cheek, the same one I had inherited. I smiled back at him and he let go of me, taking a step back and sitting in his chair.

“First things first, take off that wet dress.” I nodded and moved to go upstairs to get changed.

“No.” Daddy stated firmly, sticking his leg out and blocking my path. “Dress off, now.”

“But, I’ll be naked, daddy.”

“It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, or did you forget who raised you?”

I blushed, confused by his demand but listened to him. I shakily grabbed the bottom of my dress, peeling it slowly away from my body and over my head. I dropped it on the floor in a pile and quickly raised my arms to cover my small chest. Daddy stepped forward, prying my hands and placing them by my side.

I looked into his eyes and saw them darken, his pupils slowly dilating. “There’s my good girl. Don’t forget those wet panties too.”

Daddy’s finger trailed along the seam of my panties, making a tingly feeling go through my body and I opened my mouth in shock.

I bit my lower lip nervously but slowly took my panties off, leaving them at my ankles. My face was red hot as daddy examined my small frame and bare mound. He drank me in, looking at me like he was seeing me for the first time.

He sat down in his chair again and I watched the muscles in his bicep move as he motioned for me to come closer. I stepped out of my panties, padding across the hardwood floor until I stood directly in front of him.

Faster than I could react, he grabbed me and threw me over his lap, my bare bottom high in the ground and my head looking at his feet. I tried to get up, but his thick arm held me down.

“Daddy, what—what are you doing to me?”

“I’m teaching you what happens when you’re a bad girl who makes her daddy worry about her all night.”

I felt his hand rubbing my thighs, inching up to my butt, caressing me and making me feel kind of nice. But, as soon as the caresses stopped, a sharp pain radiated through my body as he brought his hand down to slap me.

“You like being a bad girl, slot oyna huh?” Daddy asked me through clenched teeth while he smacked my ass rapidly. “You like making daddy punish you?”

I shook my head, wailing loudly and squirming to get away. Daddy never hit me before and this was all too much, especially since it was still stinging from the fall I took earlier.

The hits started to slow until eventually he was caressing my now bright red bottom as I sobbed limply across his lap.

He shushed me softly, rubbing my sore bottom and petting my back with his hands. “Shhhhh, you did so well my little girl, don’t cry, daddy’s got you.” He whispered to me, pulling me up and placing my legs on either side of him. My pussy spread, landing right on his zipper and I could feel a bulge in daddy’s pants which made me blush even deeper. My butt touched the denim on daddy’s legs and I jumped up from the rough fabric on my sensitive skin.

“You took your punishment so well, do you think daddy should reward you now?”

I nodded, eager to be on daddy’s good side again. He reached his left hand up to cup the back of my neck and slowly moved his right hand to my pussy lips. I flinched and tried to pull away knowing that daddy’s should never touch their little girls there, but he kept a firm hold on me.

“Daddy, no, you can’t touch me there!”

“Touch you where?” Daddy questioned with a smirk, moving his fingers across my pussy. “Here?” He asked, pushing one finger inside me, causing me to gasp.

“Yes! You’re not supposed to touch me there!”

“Awe, but your little pussy wants to be touched, see,” he held up to finger in front of my face showing me it was soaking wet. “You’re practically dripping in my lap baby girl.”

Daddy moved his hand back to my pussy, looking me directly in the eye as he dragging my juice from my hole to my clit, circling it roughly, sending waves of pleasure through my body.

“That’s it baby girl, give in to daddy,” he circled my clit harder, pushing my body down with his left hand. “See, this is all you need sweetheart. You just need your daddy, not school or books.” I couldn’t even respond, I was moaning so loudly from the sensations he was giving me. My mind was in a fog the only thing I could think about was cumming.

He rubbed my clit expertly, in a way I had never even touched myself and I could feel my legs shaking, my orgasm building and then just as I was about to lose it, daddy stopped all together.

“No, no no!” I cried out, my eyes snapping open and my hips gyrating on their own, looking for any type of friction. I found myself rubbing myself on daddy’s bulging zipper, both of his hands encouraging me with a tight grip on my waist.

“Daddy, please,” I cried out.

“I know, you wanna cum don’t you?” I nodded rapidly.

“Don’t worry, daddy is gonna reward you still. But you’re gonna need to ride daddy if you want to cum pretty girl.”

Still lost in my orgasmic fog, I wasted no time unbuckling my daddy’s belt and undoing his pants without his help. Before I could, he reached into the waistband of his boxers and freed his cock. I had never seen one in person before and was shocked for a moment, seeing how hard it was canlı casino siteleri and how large in looked in my hand.

“Come on baby girl,” daddy said, pulling me forward with his hands. He gripped his cock in his hand and rubbed it up and down my slit, making me squirm back and forth. Finally, he had coated himself in my juices and lined himself up, thrusting into me in one quick motion.

I felt him hit my cervix, causing my eyes to roll back and my pussy to throb. I felt so full, this was nothing like my little toys and fingers.

“Oh baby girl,” daddy moaned into my ear. He slapped my bottom once again and I moaned from the pain. “Ride daddy’s cock.” He grunted.

I went to work, doing what came natural to me having only ever watched videos of this and never doing it myself. Soon, I couldn’t hear anything but the noise of me bouncing on his cock and my loud moaning.

I felt daddy playing with my nipples, pinching them and sucking them, making them perkier than before but suddenly, I felt daddy’s thumb back at my clit, pressing into me and making me cry out.

“OH daddy! Yes, please rub my clit,” I groaned when he moved his thumb and began thrusting back to meet me. I could feel the muscles in my body tensing and I knew an orgasm was coming soon. I quickened my pace, swiveling my hips in a circle to meet daddy’s motions on my clit. He seemed to like that cause he groaned and tossed his head back, but never stopped rubbing me.

“Dad-daddy! I’m gonna,” I moaned unable to form the sentence. “Oh fuck!” Daddy would yell at me later for using such a bad word, but everything felt so good. My pussy was dripping and every cell in my body was buzzing.

“Daddy I’m gonna cum,” I groaned and he thrust harder into me, rubbing my clit back and forth as my legs tightened around his. My eyes snapped open wide as my orgasm finally hit me and I called out, “Daddy!”

Tears swelled in my eyes as the orgasm caused my whole body to shake. I could feel my pussy gripping at daddy’s cock, trying to milk his cum.

“Oh baby, daddy’s gonna cum in your pussy. Oh, fuck,” he groaned. “Oh fuck, get ready baby girl, oh daddy’s gonna cum.” He moaned, continuing to thrust into me as my orgasm dragged on.

“Oh fuck, there it is, take it little girl! Daddy’s gonna put a baby inside you, oh fuck,” my orgasm subsided and I could feel daddy’s cum shooting up into me, right against my cervix, coating my fertile pussy with potent cum.

“Oh, daddy no!” I cried out, what a dumb little girl I was for letting my daddy fuck me without any protection.

“Oh baby, yes.” Daddy groaned, he slumped back into his chair, his hair was messy and sweaty and his muscular chest stretched out the shirt he was wearing. “Oh, such a good girl. You’re gonna have daddy’s babies so you don’t have to waste your time at college anymore.” He pushed my curls away from my face and then placed his hand on my hips, rubbing under my belly button with his thumb.

“Are you excited to be a good little mommy for daddy?”

Daddy started to pull out of me and I felt the cum rush out of me, but daddy quickly caught it, shoving his fingers into my messy pussy, keeping his cum buried inside me.

“Oh yes!” I moaned.

Daddy smiled at me, “Daddy’s glad to hear that. You’ll make such a good mommy.”

I smiled down at him and slowly, he pulled me down to his face, kissing me slowly while starting to fuck me again with his fingers.

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“Paint It Black”

“EEEEEK!” Rachel squealed, looking at the gorgeous blonde girl in the bubblegum-pink dress. “Twins!”

DeeDee grinned back at her as the two kissed the air just next to each other’s cheeks. “I should be so mad at you for wearing the same outfit as the birthday girl,” she said, “but you just look so good in that dress! But you know everyone’s going to think we did this on purpose!”

Rachel giggled. It wasn’t just the dress that made her and DeeDee ‘twins’. They both had the same long blonde hair (Rachel’s was a bit straighter), the same blue eyes (DeeDee’s were a bit lighter), and they even wore the same size outfits (at least for now–they had a running bet on who’d gain the “Freshman Fifteen”.) At a big party like this, with both of them wearing their favorite color, everyone would probably be mixing them up all night long.

“I’m so glad you could make it to the party!” DeeDee said, leading her down the hallway into the grand ballroom. “When Mummy told me you were out in L.A. scouting apartments, I figured there was no way you’d be able to get back here in time.”

Rachel winked. “I called Daddy up and pouted over the phone a bit, and he let me fly back in his private jet. You didn’t really think I’d miss your eighteenth birthday, did you? I’d die of curiosity if I didn’t see what you had planned!”

DeeDee opened the doors to the grand ballroom. “Mummy came up with the idea,” she said modestly, “but I couldn’t really turn it down.”

Rachel gasped in delight. The whole ballroom had been turned into a miniature funfair, complete with carnival games, magic shows, entertainers and jugglers. Rachel noticed that the whole thing overflowed onto the lawn outside, where pony rides and an inflatable bouncy castle awaited her attentions. “Oh, this is just brilliant!” she sighed. “Much better than my eighteenth. I still can’t believe that Daddy wouldn’t spring for tickets for everyone to see Pink.” She tried to affect a pout, but the atmosphere of the party turned it into an infectious grin.

DeeDee looked hesitant for a moment. “You don’t think it’s a bit…childish?” she said nervously.

“Oh, no!” Rachel said. “I mean, well, yes, but you only turn eighteen once, and what’s the point of growing up if you can’t be childish one last time?”

DeeDee’s hesitation melted into delight. “Thanks, ‘Chelly,” she said. “Anyhow, I have to circulate and be hosty. Go nuts, there’s tons to do, and the buffet is on the far side of the room, behind the midway.”

They parted with another air-kiss, and Rachel let her feet carry her through the barely-organized chaos. She saw a few friends she knew she’d need to see before the night was done, but for right now she just had to see the entertainment. There was so much going on, she didn’t even know where to start!

She spotted a sign that said ‘FACE PAINTING’, and immediately decided to make that her first destination. No matter what the rest of the night held, Rachel knew it would be better with a rainbow painted on her cheek. Or maybe a unicorn. Did the girl do unicorns? She really hoped so; a unicorn would be so awesome–

She slowed up a bit as she got close, some of her high spirits dampened by the girl sitting under the sign. She looked like she’d gotten lost on her way to an underground rave or something–she was dressed in this tight black t-shirt that hugged her boobs in a way that made her look like a total slut, and the leather skirt she was wearing didn’t help any. She had something like five piercings in each ear, one on her lower lip, and she had this weird sort of eye thing tattooed on her arm. Her hair was short, spiked, and a shade of red no human being had ever naturally possessed, and just looking at her smug half-smirk made Rachel think about going without a unicorn for the night.

Rachel couldn’t quite conceal her grimace. Ugh, what was DeeDee thinking? Whoever they hired to set this whole thing up, didn’t they have…dress codes, or standards, or something to make sure that a girl like this didn’t get in? She didn’t look like she was having fun; she looked like she didn’t even know what fun was, or at least like her idea of fun was sitting in a dark room somewhere listening to Cure albums and drinking absinthe or something.

Still, you sometimes had to expect this sort of thing when hiring people for temporary jobs at one-time events. It was hard to get good help, these days. Daddy had said that more times than she could count. And maybe the girl’s artistic skills were good enough to justify her dressing like an emo goth queen at a carnival. Whatever the reason, Little Miss Downer wasn’t going to stop Rachel from having fun tonight. She set her face in a smile and walked over to the booth. “Hi,” she said, putting an almost-menacing amount of perkiness in her tone. “I wanted to get my face painted, um…” She looked for a name tag as she sat down, but the girl wasn’t wearing one.

“Henna,” she said, the smirk never leaving her face. She didn’t casino siteleri look bored or disdainful, Rachel thought almost in surprise. She’d sort of assumed that those were the default facial expressions for goths, but Henna (and gee, wonder why she’d picked that name) looked more like she was enjoying a private joke. “What would you like…um…?” She finished the sentence in a mockery of Rachel’s questioning tones.

“Rachel,” she said, her expression souring just a little. She thought about mentioning that she was the birthday girl’s best friend, just to see if that might knock a little of Henna’s attitude out of her, but decided not to bother. “I wanted a unicorn, if you can do one.” She tried not to make that last part sound sarcastic.

“Sure,” Henna said, pulling out her paint and brushes. She didn’t seem to have taken offense at the implied challenge to her artistic skills. “Just close your eyes, and hold your head as still as you possibly can.”

Rachel wasn’t sure exactly why she needed her eyes shut for this, but it wasn’t like she’d be able to see her own cheeks anyway, and maybe she was planning to extend the design over her eyelids or something. Actually, Rachel thought as she shut her eyes, that would be kind of cool–every time she blinked, they’d be able to see the full design.

She felt the brush begin to tickle at her cheek, and the liquid coolness of the paint as Henna brushed it over her face. “Just don’t move,” Henna said. “Keep your whole face as still as possible. Don’t move, don’t speak, just hold perfectly still.”

Henna kept the brush moving, painting the area around Rachel’s eyes. Rachel tried to hold her head still, but she started to feel a tingling sensation where the paint was slowly drying on her face. It was just a tiny little tickle at first, as if the brush had left a phantom memory of its touch behind, but soon it turned into a hot, fierce tingling everywhere the paint had touched. Rachel started to open her mouth to speak, but Henna shushed her. “Don’t move,” she said. “You’re crinkling your cheeks.”

The brush moved over her eyelids now, leaving behind cool wetness that quickly turned to blazing heat on her skin. Her whole face felt flushed with heat, and Rachel let out a quick, sharp “Mmmm!” to get Henna’s attention.

“What is it?” Henna said, momentarily taking the brush away.

“I…” The tingling heat was distracting now as it flared up on the whole right side of her face, radiating out from the places Henna had painted to make her whole face throb and buzz. “I think I’m allergic to this paint,” Rachel said.

“Nah, it’s totally hypoallergenic,” Henna said. “I know for sure, I make it myself.”

Rachel started to open her eyes, but the tingling was starting to make her dizzy and she clenched them shut even tighter as she steadied herself. “I…my face, though, it’s…it’s all tingly, and hot…”

“That’s normal,” Henna said, as she started to dab the brush against the left side of Rachel’s face. “It’s just temporary. You’ll see, it’ll subside after a minute or two.”

Sure enough, the tingling faded from a painful heat to a warm, pleasant buzzing after a moment, even as she felt the blood rush to the left side of her face where Henna had started to work. Rachel wasn’t sure that it really felt like a unicorn taking shape on her face, but the tingling made it hard to figure out exactly where the brush was at any given moment. The dizziness didn’t help, either…unlike the tingling, it was only getting worse as Henna worked. Rachel felt like the whole room was spinning around her. Surprisingly, though, the sensation wasn’t nauseating. It almost felt…nice. Really, really nice. Between the dizziness and the tingling, she felt…Rachel was suddenly very glad her face was flushed from the reaction to the paint, because she knew she’d be blushing all over right now.

Henna just kept working, the design growing more elaborate, and Rachel felt like she was losing track of time. Without anything to look at, she felt like she was just slipping into a timeless void where all that existed was the tickle of the brush and the pleasant buzz that seemed to cascade from her flushed and prickling face all the way down through her body. She thought about speaking, but the dizziness made it hard to concentrate, and she wasn’t sure what she would say even if she wanted to risk wrecking Henna’s work.

After what seemed like an age, Henna said, “All done. Want to take a look?”

Rachel opened her eyes. It was a lot harder to do than she thought it would be. She felt briefly like all she wanted to do was sit there, basking in that strangely sensual tingle and letting it radiate through her body, all the way down to her…she forced the thought aside and looked in the mirror Henna was holding up.

“That’s not a unicorn!” she said. She barely even noticed the loose, muzzy tone in her own voice, she was so shocked by what she saw in the mirror. Her eyelids were painted in a blue so dark slot oyna as to be almost black, and Henna had painted long black tears running down each cheek. “It looks…” She tried to collect her thoughts and give voice to her outrage, but her brain seemed to have sprung a leak and her tongue felt thick and heavy in her mouth, like she’d been given a shot of novocain.

“I know,” Henna said apologetically. “It’s the way your face is all red, it makes the black look funny. Just close your eyes again, I’ll fix it.”

Rachel tried to figure out exactly how Henna thought she could ‘fix’ black teardrops into looking like a unicorn, but while she was thinking, her eyes just seemed to slip shut of their own accord and once she felt the brush moving over her cheeks again, all she could think about was how important it was not to move her head at all. “That’s right,” Henna said softly as she painted, “just hold perfectly still. Don’t move, don’t speak, just listen and feel.”

Rachel wasn’t sure she could do anything but listen and feel now, even if she wanted to. Henna’s brush-strokes set her face on fire, like she was incandescent with heat as it tickled across her cheek and down over her chin and up along her eyes and across her forehead. She felt so dizzy and hot now, dizzy and hot and she realized she was squirming in the chair, the heat taking on a sexual element no matter how hard she tried to deny it as she sat there. She wanted to slip away and find some way to relieve this growing tension, but she knew it was important not to move, important to just sit still and listen and feel…

And still the brush kept moving, each stroke feeling like a lover’s caress as she felt the paint cover her face. She felt it pass over her lips like an endless kiss as the tickle of the brush was replaced by the luscious fiery tingling heat that ran along the edge of pain before melting into pleasure, and Rachel was aware that she was panting now but she had a hard time keeping track of anything else at all…

This time, when she heard Henna say, “All finished,” she tried to open her eyes but found that they were stuck tightly shut. The pleasure was too distracting; it felt like too much of an effort to move at all. She just wanted to drift like this forever. Only when Henna said, “Open your eyes, Rachel,” did she find that she could escape from that dreamy passivity and stare into the mirror.

The teardrop design was more elaborate, streaking down her face in twin fans of black, and her lips had been painted to match. The rest of her face had been painted stark white, and the black stood out even sharper against her newly-pale skin. “I, um…” Rachel tried to say something, but she wasn’t quite sure what to think. “Something’s…not right…” That wasn’t what she had asked for…was it?

“I know,” Henna said, “your nails don’t match at all. Hold out your hands.” Rachel followed the instruction without even thinking about it, and she found when she did try to think about it that it was just so hard. Her brain felt too buzzed and blissed-out to really process anything; all she could do was look down at her pink fingernails and agree that yes, it really didn’t match her new face.

Henna took out a bottle of fingernail polish and began covering each pink nail with glossy black, and even though her eyes were open, Rachel somehow felt like she was still asleep. She just sat there, staring glassily at her own hands as Henna painted them black to match her face.

“That’s a good girl,” Henna whispered softly as she coated each nail in thick, lustrous darkness. “That’s a very, very good girl.” The words sounded condescending, but somehow the sweet, cooing tone made Rachel feel cherished and praised and joyous. She just felt totally content to sit there, watching her nails dry and feeling that buzz and tingle and dreamy sexual heat while she listened to Henna soothe her dizzy mind.

“There we go,” Henna said as she painted the last nail. “All done, now. Doesn’t that look better?”

“I…” Rachel wiggled her fingers slightly, and the way the light gleamed off the black paint just seemed to drive all thought from her mind. “Um…is this…um…shouldn’t I…?” She finally gave up the effort at thinking, and sat there with a dazed expression on her face.

“You’re totally right,” Henna said. “You shouldn’t look like that at all.” Rachel breathed a sigh of relief. She wasn’t sure what was wrong anymore, but she could feel that sense of unease, and she was so grateful to Henna for noticing it. “Your clothes are all wrong, aren’t they?”

Rachel looked down at her pink dress. Then at her nails. Then at her dress again. Her thoughts seemed to chase themselves round in circles forever, and all the while, that buzzing, throbbing tingle pounded away between her thighs… “Yes?” she said at last, her confusion turning the answer into a question.

“Don’t worry,” Henna said, “I’ve got something you can wear. Come on, let’s go find someplace private to change.”

Rachel canlı casino siteleri nodded vacantly. She’d been over to DeeDee’s estate enough times that she knew where all the guest rooms were, and it felt easy to just float to her feet as Henna packed up her paints in her backpack and walked out of the room with her. She wondered distantly whether DeeDee would notice them leaving, but maybe DeeDee wouldn’t recognize her anymore, even with the pink dress that she was already itching to change. She led Henna to a spare bedroom, but it felt more like Henna was leading her.

“Good girl,” Henna said as she closed the door behind them. “Now why don’t you get that dress off so we can put some better clothes on you? Don’t worry about smearing the paint, it doesn’t come off.”

Rachel nodded like her head was on a string as she unzipped the dress and stepped out of it. She knew that Henna must see the damp spot on her panties, but somehow that seemed less embarrassing and more arousing as she stood there, waiting for Henna to dress her.

“Oh!” Henna said. “Actually, you know what? As long as you’re undressed already, why don’t we go ahead and put a few more designs on you? Trust me, they’ll look great.”

The words, ‘Trust me,’ seemed to echo in Rachel’s mind like a cathedral bell as she laid down on the guest bed. Henna took out the paints again, and began to slowly paint a tribal band around Rachel’s left arm. This time, with her eyes open, Rachel could watch the design take shape, and somehow the erotic feel of the paint against her skin just seemed to intensify as she watched Henna daub it onto her. She could hear herself breathing now, taking shallow, whimpering breaths as the tingle wiped away all her doubts, all her uncertainties, all her thoughts.

“Hmm,” Henna said, her smirk widening, “where else looks like it needs a little paint? I know!” She traced her fingers over Rachel’s right breast, and Rachel gasped sharply at the sensation. “Right here. You’ll need to take your bra off so I can get at it, though.”

Rachel nodded eagerly, now, unsnapping her bra and exposing her breasts to Henna’s gaze. Her nipples stuck straight up, already so hard just from all the fiery heat flushing through her whole body, and when Henna began to paint a stylized black rose on her breast, it was all she could do not to wreck the design by gasping for breath. Whenever Henna dipped the brush back in the paint, she took a great, heaving breath as the tingling seemed to center itself in her nipples until all she wanted to do was tweak and pinch and finger them and she didn’t even care that Henna would be watching her fondle her own tits until she screamed…

Henna blew on the design, and Rachel couldn’t contain her moan of pleasure. “And one more, I think,” Henna said, scooting down the bed to Rachel’s waist. “Panties, honey.”

Rachel practically ripped her panties off, exposing her hot and needy cunt to the cool air of the bedroom, her mindless mind consumed with the thought of Henna fingering it and stroking it and giving her the release she craved so badly now. But instead, Henna began to delicately paint the inside of Rachel’s thigh, and Rachel found herself freezing into immobility even as her pussy leaked its juices out onto the bedspread.

“This is an ankh,” Henna said as she painted. “It’s a symbol of eternal life.” Rachel watched Henna paint the cross with the oval on top, then watched in an agony of need and anticipation as Henna painted another at an angle to the first. The two ankhs hooked together through their looped tops, joined together forever, and something about that felt right to Rachel in a way she couldn’t articulate. Then again, right now she couldn’t articulate anything but a moan as she yearned for release. She trembled furiously on the bed, holding as still as she could while Henna finished the design, but the hot tingles the paint caused burned all the way up her thigh straight onto her clit and her breath just came out in one long, panting whine of arousal.

“Now, some accessories,” Henna said as she sat up. “You really need some jewelry to complete the look.” She reached into her backpack. “I think I have just the thing,” she said, pulling out a pair of silver clips. “These’ll do until you can get some piercings.”

Rachel frowned in confusion–she’d gotten her ears pierced when she was thirteen–but then Henna snapped a clip shut around each nipple, and Rachel’s whole world flashed red with sensations so intense she wasn’t sure whether they were pleasure or pain. She grabbed at the bedding, clutching at it as the air went out of her lungs in a rush.

“Of course,” Henna said, “not just anybody is going to get to see these. They’re the sort of jewelry you wear only for…intimate situations.” Her voice was husky now, thick with arousal. Rachel thought she might sound like that if she spoke, but her need was beyond words at this point. “Only a lover would see them, isn’t that right, Rachel?”

“uhuh,” Rachel grunted out, not even sure what she was agreeing to beyond the fact that it was something Henna said, and Henna’s words felt like the only thing that made sense anymore in a sea of aching, desperate arousal and confusion.

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Chapter 1: Caught in the act.

I woke gently from a dreamless sleep and opened my eyes to the glare of an August sun trying to burn its way through the curtains. Pushing the light covers to one side, I groaned a little as I rolled my body to the edge of the bed and sat there for a moment rubbing my right knee. “It’ll be raining before the day’s out,” I muttered to myself. My arthritic knee was as good as those weather people on the radio when it came to predicting the rain.

But my old body was full of aches this morning. It didn’t help that it was the anniversary of my Petey’s death. I decided to treat myself to a mustard bath to ease my joints. Pulling off my nightie I turned to reach for my bathrobe, catching a glimpse of myself in the dressing table mirror and for a fleeting moment it seemed that the years had stripped away and I had my young body back. I smiled at my overactive imagination and it was my old, wrinkled body which smiled back at me.

I sighed and tried to conjure back that vision of the nubile girl I used to be. Gone now was that young beauty, the face I saw was wrinkled and careworn. I smoothed my bony hands over my hips and thighs as I had done so many times over the years and even attempted a sexy wiggle of my hips but the old bones didn’t wiggle; the shrivelled skin just wobbled a bit. The breasts which used to threaten to burst out of any blouse or sweater or DD bra I wore now hung down from my bony chest with the nipples, once so proud and erect, looking at the floor.

I smiled as I noticed the small gold rings through them, remembering the day my Petey held my hand as a strange man had pierced them with a fierce-looking needle and then inserted the bars. I was so proud of myself when I barely flinched. This was years before piercings became commonplace and my various nipple ornaments often brought gasps of surprise when revealed for the first time. As I stood there I twiddled the rings reminiscing about the things Petey, and others, had done to them over the years. It was those memories which kept the rings in place when only I ever saw them. I brushed a tear from my rheumy eye, pulled my bathrobe over my shoulders, wincing at the ache then grabbed my stick and hobbled towards the bathroom.

I wondered why the master bedroom door was open so I looked in and saw Clive, still in his pyjamas, going through his mother’s dressing table drawers. He had a lacy red brassiere in one hand and was retrieving a matching pair of panties with the other.

“And what do you think you’re doing, young man?” I said in my most imperious voice. As he turned towards me his face went white then suffused to a bright red.

“G-G-Gaygan,” he stuttered, “I was … er … I er …” He hung his head and looked so pathetic with those incriminating articles dangling from his hands and a tent very quickly deflating between his legs. I stood with my back to the door and stepped backwards until it clicked home. On hearing the door close he looked up in panic like an animal in a trap, the flimsy garments dropping from lifeless hands..

“Well, what are you doing – or what were you about to do?” He remained mute, almost defiant. “Were you going to wear them and then play with yourself?” The blush renewed itself but he remained silent. “Were you?” I snapped harshly.

“Gaygan, I …”

“Answer me.” I demanded. Still not speaking he hung his head again and barely nodded. “Well?”

A tortured voice half whispered, “Yes, Gaygan.”

I moved over and sat on the bed. “Then do it, Clive. Here and now, put them on.”

“What? No way,” he blurted out then stared me in the eyes with mutiny in his. But I had stared down bigger men than him in my life. I had role-played the dominatrix so often it came naturally to me. We remained like that for several minutes, glaring at each other and, as I felt his nerve begin to sway, I allowed a smile to cross my lips. It felt good to be in control again. His eyes slid away from mine and with a defeated sigh started to unbutton his jacket

Clive was my great grandson, 19 and in the prime of his life. Gaygan was what he used to call me when he was casino siteleri just a toddler. He couldn’t get his mouth around ‘great grandmother’ so I became Gaygan and so have been called by all the family ever since.

My heart skipped a beat when I saw him standing before me stripped. I hadn’t really noticed it until now: he was a mirror image of my Petey when we were on our honeymoon. Standing at about 5’9″, Clive displayed a finely honed body and the cutest bum. His light brown hair fell neatly about his ears and his eyes were deep liquid brown pools framed by sensually long dark lashes. His quiescent manhood twitched as my gaze settled on it. The soft cylinder came to a point where the prepuce closed over the glans penis. It looked unnervingly familiar; half-hiding behind the luxuriant bush of pubic hair, it masked one testicle but revealed the other hanging heavily in the loose, wrinkled sac. Everything so achingly reminiscent of Petey; I was certain that body held no secrets.

My beloved late husband had a massive heart attack 20 years ago – so young, oh so young. It was a few months after he died that my granddaughter Mary, pregnant with Clive, and her husband Jack moved in to my house. They had lost theirs in a business deal which had gone sour through factors totally out of their control and I had a big rambling house which echoed around me. They were currently away on a business stroke holiday trip in Cornwall for the week.

At first I had only intended having a harmless tease with Clive but seeing him like that ignited a once familiar tingle in my clitoris and I found myself with my hand inside my bathrobe fingering my nipple ring.

Now I knew I had him under my control I could relax my psychological grip so I started to reassure him. “Clive, lots of men like ladies’ underwear. Your great grandfather often used to wear a pair of my knickers under his trousers. It doesn’t mean you’re any less the man. Come, give your old Gaygan a kiss then dress up prettily for her.”

I pulled my breast into the open as he stepped over and made to kiss my cheek but I turned my head and caught him full on the lips. It was a chaste, closed mouth kiss at first but he held it for a few seconds before finally responded to my probing tongue. Then Clive put one hand at the back of my head, the other over my hand on my tit, twisted the ring and gave me a real toe-curling kiss. Whoosh, it was like a heavy drink. As he stepped back I noticed he was semi-erect, and it had all the signs of being a lovely erection. Again, so much like Petey it was untrue. I kissed the tip of my finger, touched it to the top of his growing penis and said, “Hello, big boy. Are you pleased to see me?” It twitched.

He became more playful as he strapped on the bra. He was very dainty as he stepped into the panties and pulled them up over his now full erection, leaving the tip sticking out above the top.

“Get some of your mother’s stockings out and bring them to me,” I ordered. I stuffed the B cups with the nylons, squeezed his new tit then turned him round and let him see himself in the mirror. “See, I knew you’d make a pretty girl. But we need to do something with this.” I reached round and flicked the top of his penis.

“Come here,” I ordered, pulling him round to face me again. I held my breast to him and said, “You play with this while Gaygan gets rid of that silly interruption. He took my flabby old tit but was fascinated by the ring, lifting, tugging and twisting it deliciously.

I pulled his panties down and slid a hot prick in my mouth for the first time in too long. It felt and tasted lovely but now wasn’t the time to make love to his penis; I just wanted to get rid of the urgency. He was obviously enjoying himself tripping the light fantastic with my nipple ring so, without any hesitation, I took the erection all the way into my throat although I had to suppress the gagging reflex – it had been so long. Squeezing my throat muscles I milked him and it was only a few seconds until I felt the first pulse travel up his prick and his grip on my tit tightened to the point of delicious pain. I pulled back a little until it was shooting in my mouth: I hungered for the taste again. I cleaned him off then offered up my face for him to kiss me. I think he was a little startled to taste himself in my mouth but he barely hesitated before kissing me right back.

I tucked his softening penis back into the panties and pulled them up again. “Now get one of your mother’s pretty dresses and put it on.” He turned and opened her wardrobe and took his time picking a red print floral slim-fitting summer dress, held it next to his body and turned with one eyebrow cocked in query. I smiled and nodded so he closed the wardrobe and slipped the dress over his head then turned and showed me.

I clapped my hands in approval and smiled. “Now get yourself some shoes to wear.” He found some red slingbacks with a 3″ heel and I thought, “He’s a bit ambitious.” I had to help him loosen slot oyna the back buckle as his mother’s feet were smaller than his but he managed to squeeze into them.

“Oh, you are a pretty girl.” I said as he stepped back again. I motioned with my finger, “Twirl round.” He obliged then tried to drop a little curtsy, tripped himself up and fell giggling to the floor. “You’ll learn!” I told him.

Chapter 2: The Bet

When he recovered himself I told him, “Go and run a nice hot bath for Gaygan, then come back here while the water’s running.” He tried his best but he just wasn’t used to walking in heels and stumbled a little but made it to the bathroom and back safely.

“Come here; sit by me while it’s filling.” He did as I asked. “I like having my tits played with. My cunt and arse like attention too.” I deliberately used the crude words so he would know I wouldn’t be shocked. He lowered me until my back was on the bed, opened my gown wide and started playing his hands over my old flesh reviving delicious memories. I closed my eyes and it was incredible.

I was transported back 45 years to a caravan and hiking holiday in Devon. Petey and I had found a tiny remote cove which couldn’t be overlooked except from the top of the cliff on the other side of the cove. He spread me out naked on a towel in the sun and ran his hands all over me in smooth stroking rhythms. It felt so loving and erotic especially when he told me there were two men watching from the path and both had binoculars directed towards us. I had an orgasm there and then. Another mind blaster hit me when he ostentatiously played with my body jewellery. And a third as he entered and fucked me after twenty minutes of that heavenly manipulation. I remember blowing a kiss at the two guys on the cliff after the performance ended. They both gave us a standing ovation, clapping their hands above their heads. One of them pointed to his groin and mimed masturbating. I signalled back the ‘thumbs up’.

Clive’s hands felt just like Petey’s as they stroked over me. He stopped briefly when he discovered the tiny bar through my clitoris then started to explore the new-found jewellery. I was now so grateful I had never let my piercings heal over. He started one hand playing with my nipples, going from one side to the other. His other hand was twisting and pulling on my clitoris bar alternating with a thumb stabbing into my pussy. “Oh Petey …” I screamed in orgasm.

“Are you OK Gaygan?” Clive sounded worried. My panting breathing wasn’t reassuring him either.

“Phew,” I gasped. “That was a good one. Thank you so much Clive. My husband used to do that to me and you did it so well. You’re lovely.” I pulled him down to me and kissed him thoroughly.

“That was really impressive, Gaygan. You had me scared for a minute. My girlfriend has never gone off like that.”

“Thank you, kind sir or is it …” I squeezed his tit and chuckled, “… kind miss? Help Gaygan to her bath now: would you like to scrub her back?”

He was surprised when he saw me adding some mustard to the water but this was a trick I learned from my grandmother. “It stimulates the blood circulation,” I explained. “Warms aching joints.” I lowered myself slowly into the hot water then sank right under for a couple of seconds before coming back up. Heavenly! I sat there soaking in the heat – physical and chemical – as Clive busied himself with my tit. I noticed he squirmed a little in discomfort in the tight clothing and shoes. “Why don’t you get in with me? You can dress up again afterwards if you want. We’ll fix you some makeup; would you like that?” He quickly stripped off his new clothes and sank himself gingerly into the other end of the big tub.

I massaged his tool with my foot as he became accustomed to the temperature and smiled as I felt it rise at my bidding. “Tell me, Clive, what do you see in this old body that causes this?” I dug my toes into his erection which was trying to peep out the water. “Look, it’s like a periscope coming up to look at me.” I joked.

He knelt up and started washing me. “I don’t know what it is, Gaygan. My girlfriend has a gorgeous body and we have great sex together but I have never met anyone who is as sexy as you. Somehow you ooze sex. Your eyes see into me,” he leaned over and ran a thumb across my lips. “Your lips ooze sex; your kisses just blow my mind. Your tits …” his fingers biting into the flesh, “… ooze sex; yes even these flabby things. Your rings ooze sex. Your pussy, your cunt, your bejewelled clitoris oozes sex.” His fingers invaded me. I certainly was oozing sex down there. “That’s what causes this.” He placed .my hand on his prick which I squeezed.

“Listen Clive,” I said to break the silence as I sat there enjoying him enjoying my body. “We’re on our own for a week. Would you like to spend that week making love to an old hag? I promise you this sexy old hag will be exciting. You can dress up as much as you like. I’ll help you. I might dress you as my maid canlı casino siteleri and you can wait on me hand and foot. We can do whatever WE want. Clive, my darling, how would you like me to spank you? Or you can spank me? Hush, lover,” I put a finger to his lips as I saw the protest rising. “You’ve never tried it. We’ll never do anything you don’t want. I’ll never ask you to do more than I reckon you can. You can call quits at any time.

“Listen, I’ve had a lovely sex life and had so many men, and women, with my husband’s blessing: he would often be one of several giving me a good old fashioned gangbang fucking. With an open mind, I’ve learned so many erotic and sexy things. My husband and I had a motto. We’d try anything once: twice if we liked it. Ruling nothing out!

“If you are happy to service an old hag for a week, this old hag will take you on a trip to the moon, stopping at all points on the way.”

Without saying a word he stood up, stepped out of the bath and helped me out. He got a towel from the airing cupboard and ever so gently he patted me dry, dusting me down with talc when I indicated. He quickly towelled himself dry, grabbed my stick, picked me up and bodily carried me to my bed. He placed my stick by the side table then mounted the bed and, spreading my thighs, knelt between them, leant forward and kissed me.

“Gaygan,” he said, looking into my eyes, “Can you manage this? I’m 19 and you’re … just how old are you Gaygan?”

“I’m 77 years old and I’ll make a bet with you.” I kissed him back. “My body is yours for the day. No holds barred, whatever, whenever and wherever you want. If I cry quits before midnight tonight for any reason, you can fuck me twice a day for the rest of the week. If I win you’ll be under my instruction for the week. Same conditions, you can say ‘No’ to anything.”

But right now, do me a favour. Fuck this old witch silly. You’ve got her cauldron bubbling.” I grabbed his face and kissed him. Keeping most of his weight on his arms he entered me slowly but all the way. I felt every lovely inch of it, every pulsing vein and every bump. He held stock still when he had full penetration then started rocking back and forth, allowing me to savour the actions Ever so slowly, as if tuning me, he increased his rhythm. An errant thought crossed my mind: “He will make a good pupil.” His speed gathered until he was humping me and I was mewling in his ear.

Clive pushed all the way in then pulled all the way out again until the head was just hovering at my entrance then he jerked a couple of inches forward, just enough to get the swollen head inside then pulled it straight back out, repeating this in-and-out jerk every couple of seconds. “Oh no, not that …” The only man who ever done this to me had been my husband. I just came and came and came, calling Petey’s name as he kept the rhythm up before sinking deep into me and spurting his load in my depths.

“I hope I don’t need a condom.” His giggle cut through the mists of orgasm. “Are you on the pill Gaygan?”

“Silly boy,” I said, slapping his rump playfully. “My eggs gave out over thirty years ago”

“In that case, Gaygan, light that touch paper and take me to the moon. The bet’s on! And Gaygan, if you slip and call me Petey again, I won’t mind.” He smiled and it was like Petey looking back at me.

I thanked him then smiled to myself. Not ten years ago I had kept five men and two women happy for 24 hours. Even now I reckoned I could take on three prime stallions: just one would be easy. This week would probably be my sexually active swansong – comeback performance, as it were, but by god, I reckoned I could sign out with a bang.

Chapter 3: The Training Begins.

“Right, Clive, it’s your day, your call. What do we do now?”

He smiled sheepishly, “I’d like to dress up again. Will you do my makeup, as you said you would?”

“Of course I will. Go and get your clothes and bring them here. You might also bring my robe; I can’t sit around naked all day.”

He scrambled off the bed to do my bidding and, as he turned away I slapped his rump again. “Ouch, what was that for?” He twisted round to see the red handprint I had left.

“That was just a warning: you never kissed me! Lesson: always and everywhere, kiss. A kiss says everything: that you’re enjoying yourself, that you love what we’re doing together, that you love me.”

“Of course I love you Gaygan.” He threw his arms around me and kissed me thoroughly before setting off for the bathroom almost at a run. While he was doing that I opened the curtains to let the sun stream in, noticing that there was a layer of cloud darkening over the far hills. My old knee had got it right again.

He returned with a bundle of clothes in his arms and placed them on the bed. He helped me in to my bathrobe then stood in front of me when I told him to. I walked around him, trailing a nail over his pectorals and digging in a little as it crossed his nipples, over his shoulder and down his back to his buttocks, noticing the fine trim. I trailed my nail round the front and across his penis which was already showing the beginnings of life again. I fondled then squeezed his genitals enough to make him gasp.

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For over two hours that night, we sat in each other’s arms, making out and watching the flashes of lightning and listening to cabin shaking rumbles of thunder while we waited for the downpour that never happened.

Eventually we drifted off to sleep, only to be awakened shortly after sunup Tuesday morning by our friendly crows that seemed agitated about something. Now wide awake, I started the coffee and we went to take a shower together a necessity since the water heater was only a fifteen gallon RV variety. Of course, we couldn’t do that without at least one orgasm apiece.

We were well on our way to orgasm number two when the crows went bat-shit crazy, and a terrible rumbling sound filled the air.

“Lumber trucks,” she advised.

We finished rinsing off just as the water began to cool and I turned off the water just as it turned cold. Before I could even get my hand off the lever, we heard a knock on the door.

“OH MY GOD,” I yelled, as we raced for the bedroom and some clothes.

“JUST A MINUTE,” she called out even as she struggled to pull on the shorts and denim shirt I handed her.

I heard a very masculine voice coming through the door, telling her that the old man had sold them the two downed firs and it would take most of the day to cut them up and load them onto trucks. They at least promised to leave the site cleared of brush since most of that was going to the chip mill in town, whatever a chip mill was.

“I wonder if they saw anything,” I said.

She laughed and replied, “Oh, sweetheart they saw everything before they even knocked. Darren and Butch are two of the horniest horn dog around.”

“Let me guess,” I said.

“Yep, I’ve done them both at one time or another. I prefer the ladies but when there are none available, I’m not too proud to enjoy a good cock or two.”

“Can I tell you a secret?” I asked as I popped bagels into the toaster and we sat down our coffee.

“Of course,” she replied.

“I’m dreading the thought of going home and going back to cocks again.”

“Then stay with the ladies.” she said, laying her hand on mine. “You may not think there are any possibilities and at first, you might want to visit other communities nearby but I’ll show you how to spot the potential partner. They’re out there, but if the town you’re in is as homophobic as you say, they’ll be secretive but not impossible.”

With the pot drained and the bagels consumed, we looked out of the windows to watch then carve up the huge logs before loading them onto trucks with a monster of a lift.

At noon, we made two full pots of coffee and served them to the lumber crew along with a cake from a mix with whipped topping for frosting.

As I enjoyed the coffee after lunch, Darren and Maggie went off by themselves for a walk down to the lake. At least, that’s what they said they were doing, while Butch and I did our talking on the porch, but as soon as they got away from the house his personality changed. He unzipped his jeans and took out his cock, a beautiful specimen of man meat about 8 or 9 inches long and quite thick. I started to reach casino siteleri for it when he grabbed my breast and started twisting and mangling it in his big hands. I pushed him away but that seemed to encourage him and he grabbed my crotch, pulling me out of my chair.

“Come on babe, let’s get into that bed and fuck,” he said, as he literally started to drag me inside. I threw his arm off and sat down and when he came after me I hit his cock hard as I pushed him away .He continued to try to persuade,me to go to bed with him and I kept telling him to back off.

I took it for as long as I could but when he groped my breast and went after my groin again, it was just too much.

“Look,” I finally said, almost shouting, “I don’t know what made you think I was trolling or desperate for cock, but I don’t appreciate being fondled and groped and constantly hit on. You might be the world’s greatest lover but quite frankly I don’t give a damn. I didn’t come up here to be fucked, I came up here for peace and quiet so you might put that back in your pants because it’s not going into me. Your timing, you dismissive attitude, and your lack of respect for women in general and me in particular are all offensive and crude so saddle up cowboy. This is not your Iucky day.”

He mumbled something about stupid city chicks and stomped off the porch and I heard the laughter and derisive comments the crew made about his total strikeout.

It took several minutes but I finally got my emotions in check just before Maggie rejoined me. “What the hell happened, Wendy?” she asked. “Butch is really pissed.”

“Butch is lucky he got to walk away at all,” I declared. “I don’t care what you do with your life, Maggie, it’s none of my business, but he doesn’t own or control me and he has no right to paw over me or try to shame me into taking him into my bed.”

She chuckled and replied, “Oh, you just have to get used to the locals and their good old boy attitudes.”

“No Magqie, I don’t. I drove nearly seven hours to get away from the ‘Butches’ in this world. They are disrespectful, crude, insulting and ignorant. If you want to fuck his brains out, be my guest but if he or any others of his ilk lay a hand on me again, I’ll castrate them with my bare hands. Now, if you will excuse me, I have to go wash the slime off.”

Honey, I’m sorry, I made an assumption I had no right to make. I thought you wanted some reassurance that you actually are bisexual so I didn’t try to dissuade him.”

“I didn’t turn him away because he was a man, Maggie, I turned him away because he was disgusting. He had a beautiful cock and probably knew how to use it but he was way too aggressive and crude. I felt like I was fighting off a rapist. Ten seconds after he left his hands were all over me and he kept trying to drag me into the house. I knew that once he got me in the house I was going to be fucked but not in a good way. I want a lover, not a rapist.”

As they left, I got the finger from Butch and some foul mouthed name calling but I still had my pride and self respect.

Wednesday, we decided to move our base of operations into slot oyna her house when the weather turned nasty yet again even though it meant we would have to put some clothes on whenever we left the house. The temperature and humidity combined to make life miserable but at least we could be fully naked in an air conditioned house as long as we didn’t stand in front of the windows without checking because she lives within easy walking distance of civilization.

With a pitcher of margaritas we moved to the great room where the situation got a bit awkward. She had something on her mind, to be sure but I didn’t want to press her although I did ask if there was anything she needed from me.

After about ten or fifteen minutes, she leaned forward in her chair. “Do you have any toys?” she asked.

“Just a pink rabbit about six inches long,” I replied. “That’s like a training bra for a twelve year old,” she said.

I laughed and looked down, embarrassed at my lack of experience. “You should know by now I orgasm easily so I can usually get off with just my fingers.”

“Tell me, Wendy, when you get off with bugs bunny and your fingers are your orgasms strong?”

I took a long, slow pull on my drink before replying. I wasn’t all that comfortable with the look in her eyes.

“Nothing like the ones you’ve given me but then I never knew they could be as strong as that. Where are you going with this?”

“Am I making you nervous?” she asked.

“A little, yes,” I replied, “because I’ve experienced your skulduggery. As I recall, the last recovery time was measured in hours.”

She giggled and reached for her drink, now nearly gone. I noticed as she refilled our glasses, she kept looking up at me.

“I should really go back and start packing up for the trip home.” I said.

“Plenty of time for that”, she said. “Besides, the pitcher is still half full, and you don’t have air.”

“I also don’t have a sneaky roommate.”

It might have been my imagination or the effect of the tease, but I’d swear she tried to see how slow she could sip that margarita.

My patience and tolerance for game playing finally ran out. “Okay, it’s been fun, but I have places to go and things to do.”

With a ceremonial last sip, I put the glass in the sink and turned to leave but her lips got in the way and her arms pinned me against the sink.

“I haven’t really been teasing you,” she said. “I just wasn’t sure how you would react if brought out some of my toys and I didn’t want to offend you or make you nervous.

“I don’t need a toy when I have you,” I said.

“I know, honey, but you won’t have me after tomorrow and it will take time to identify and seduce another suitable partner. You will meet many women before you find someone that can be more than friends with benefits. There’s nothing wrong with having a few little helpers for those times when the fingers can’t quite get the job done.

Maggie, I won’t troll for a new partner. I won’t. What we’ve had together has been amazing and I’ll never forget these two weeks, but I had a good, healthy sex life before, and if I get so canlı casino siteleri frustrated that quality doesn’t matter I know who to talk to. I really can’t see that happening though.”

“Humor me, honey,” she said, almost begging.

“I have a feeling I’m going to regret this, but okay, fine.”

She led me to her bedroom where I sat on the bed while she dug through an old toy box, pulling out her chosen torture devices.

“Okay, fun time,” she announced. “Slide up there and get your knees high and your feet spread. Remember. You can scream, yell, or whatever because there is no one close enough to hear you other than me and that is exactly what I want to hear´”

“Yeah, I think I mentioned something about skulduggery”

“You’ll thank me later” she said, as se piled toys on the bed but under a towel so I wouldn’t scream and run away.

She crawled up on the bed until she was on her knees next to my shoulder.

“Hands over your head,” she ordered, “and you may want to find something to hold onto when you come.”

I worked my fingers under the bottom of the headboard and prepared myself to scream my guts out. I know my lover and even though she isn’t into BDSM, she delights in tortuous orgasms, both giving and receiving

“So this one is something every woman and girl should have in her purse at all times,” she began, It’s a simple little high speed vibe they call a pocket rocket.”

I was familiar with the vibe although I’d never used one. She turned it on and held it to my arm and l involuntarily jerked away. Damn, that little mother was powerful.

“Ready?” she asked and before I understood what she meant, she touched, yes, touched the end of that cum shaker to the end of my nipple.

“FUCK!” I yelled, but before I could even blink she did it again and again, switching from one nipple to the other. I could feel my juice literally run out of my pussy as a monster orgasm began to build in my core.

“I’m coming,” I announced, but the wicked witch had other ideas and she took it away.

“Not yet you’re not. You’re not ready yet.”

To compound the misery, she began sucking and biting the same irritated nipples and once again stopped just as I had my toes on the edge of the cliff.

Then she moved down between my legs.

“Oh my god, don’t,” I begged. “Please baby don’t do this.”

“You worry too much,” she said, as she sucked my clit from its hood but kept me from that orgasm and then she touched that fucking torture device to my clit and I came like a fountain. I actually squirted again and again.

She smiled and wiped my pussy with her long tongue and some wipes.

“You’re welcome,” she said, “but remember, that’s just the first one, and I might add, the smallest.

As I was recovering, she used the rocket on her own clit until she came hard and did it again. Then she put a pillow high under my hips and forced my knees back over my chest. She got up on the bed and straddled me, pussy to pussy to trib our sensitive clits together through two more orgasms but by that time my clit was too sensitive for any more. She lay down next to me so I let go of the bed and took her in my arms to share passionate kisses.

“You’re still evil,” I said.

“Shut up and rest. I’m just getting started.”

To be continued after my nap.

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Chapter 3: Birds, Bees, and a Serpent in the Garden

Mr. Smith and Friday returned from breakfast full. He removed his jacket and without a word climbed the stairs into the bedroom. Friday sat on the couch and opened the newspaper they picked up at breakfast. “Please come up, Friday,” Smith called after a few minutes.

“Yes, Mr. Smith?” Friday asked as she entered the bedroom. Smith had changed into comfortable clothes and was going through his closet. “Please put this on,” he instructed as he tossed a dress shirt at her. Then come down stairs. I plan to relax this afternoon and would like you nearby in case I need anything,” he informed her and left her to change.

Friday slipped out of her clothes and her bra and slipped on the shirt, catching a scent of his aftershave. “Very nice,” she muttered to herself. Friday rolled up the sleeves and buttoned the shirt most of the way up. She left enough buttons undone to show she was a woman and slipped downstairs in only the shirt and her panties.

“Please make us a pot of coffee,” Smith instructed as she entered the living room.

“Certainly, Mr. Smith. How do you like your coffee?” She asked.

“Half a teaspoon of sugar and a very small amount of cream,” he replied and picked up the Arts section of the paper.

“I would certainly have made a wager that you would have gone for the business sections first,” Friday said as she set Smith’s coffee on the table next to him. Looking up from the paper, he viewed right into the shirt he had “loaned” her.

“I do read the business section, but last. Weekends are more review and commentary. I prefer to relax with the other sections and skim through the business sections. Please, have a seat on the couch and relax. If I need anything, I will let you know.

“Thank you Mr. Smith,” she said and sat on the couch next to Smith. Her legs were pulled up beside her. Resting on the arm of the couch, quite a bit of leg as well as a little peak of her lace covered bottom was viewable from Smith’s position and he took advantage of it.

Smith commented, “I did not peg you as a sports page reader,” as he admired her legs and firm rear.

“I am a baseball fanatic; a veritable Annie Savoy. I read the box scores every day, follow and friend my teams, and am pretty much useless in October and November. Winter is long and cold but when Spring Training starts, I come back alive,” Friday explained animatedly, much to the delight of Mr. Smith.

“Interesting,” Smith responded and gathered up the opinion page.

“Mr. Smith, would you mind if I pulled this blanket over me?” Friday inquired. “I am a bit chilled.”

“Not a problem,” Smith answered.

“Thank you,” Friday said. Covering her legs with a throw blanket, Friday returned to the sports page.

“Girl Friday! Wake up,” Friday commanded.

“What? Mercy me, how long have I been asleep. I am sorry Mr. Smith,” Friday apologized. “I guess I was too comfortable under the blanket. What can I do for you?”

“Please get dressed. I would like you to accompany me on a walk around the grounds,” casino oyna Smith informed Friday. He was standing in front of her holding the riding crop. “The day had warmed very well and it is a beautiful spring day. Perfect baseball weather if you will. Wear walking shoes. The paths are well kept but not made for heals.”

“Yes, Mr. Smith. Right away,” Friday said and sped upstairs as Smith placed a not so gentle swat on her satin covered ass.

In no time, she returned downstairs. She needed to do something dramatic to recover from falling asleep so she slipped on a lacy bra. She found a flowing skirt that ended just above her knees and a pair of white keds. Friday put Smith’s shirt back on and buttoned it up appropriately. As a token of her position, she wrapped the chain leash she wore the previous night around her waist as a belt. The handle dangled in front. She finished by pulling her hair into a ponytail and held it in place with a single wrist cuff from Ricardo’s present. After quick inspection, she hurried downstairs.

“Impressive,” Smith commented as he met her at the door. He opened it and they ventured out into the warm spring day.

The sun was warm and the humidity very low. The dogwoods and redbuds were in full bloom and provided a pink and white canopy as Smith and Friday strolled through the grounds. Virginia bluebells, daisies, and other wildflowers lined the paths.

As Smith mentioned, the paths were well kept — and empty. Most of the guests were attending a Saturday bluegrass concert at the main hotel. Friday could hear the music as she and Smith climbed a winding trail.

They walked along the trail with Smith setting a brisk pace. Passing through a large expanse of wildflowers, a large bumblebee started to buzz around Friday’s head. No matter what she or Smith did, the bee would not go away and continued to buzz around Friday’s head. Friday, concerned more about getting away from the bee, was not watching where she was going. She tripped over an exposed root and fell onto a patch of grass. As a result, her skirt flew up and offered Smith a good view of her satin-covered bottom.

“Are you hurt, Friday?” Smith asked offering his hand to her.

“No, nothing but my pride,” she said taking his hand. “Thank you. It seems that that wretched bee decided to go pester someone else. I am sorry for being such a klutz.”

“No problem. Shall we venture on?” Smith asked. Not waiting for an answer, he started up the trail, continuing his vigorous pace.

The trail took the pair through a patch of dense woods. Squirrels scampered around and from tree to tree. As they raced along the path, a family of quail bolted from of the bushes and crossed across the trail. The panicked birds startled Friday, who let out a sharp cry and grabbed Smith’s arm.

“Excuse me. The birds startled me,” Friday apologized. Smith said nothing and walked on. Friday had to hustle to catch-up. “Where are we going Mr. Smith?” Friday asked.

“Jackson’s Table; it is a special place I like to visit and escape from the world,” Smith answered. slot oyna “There’s a local legend that Jeremiah Jackson, the first white man in these parts, lived in a huge oak tree at the top of this hill. He married a local Indian woman and raised his family of 10 children in the tree. One day the tree blew over in a storm with him, his wife and all the kids still in it. With no place to live, he packed up his family and moved on. The only thing left of their homestead is a large flat rock that they used as a table.”

“Neat! I love stories like that,” Friday exclaimed.

Smith continued his quick pace and because the path steepened, Friday struggled to keep up. She was not having the relaxing afternoon she had hoped. Still upset that she fell asleep and frustrated with the bee, her fall, the quail, and Smith’s pace, Friday was just about ready to call it quits and return to the guesthouse. Smith was not helping her mood with his disregard for her companionship on the trail. By the time the pair arrived at Jackson’s Table, Friday was in a sour mood.

Jackson’s Table was located in a small clearing where a low large flat rock sat in the middle. There was a good size mound at one end of the cleaning and a stone path winding across the clearing to the mound and historical marker. Friday needed to get away from Smith for a few minutes to compose herself and started across the clearing to read the historical marker.

“Susan! Stop!” Rob called ending their game. “Back up slowly.”

“I have had …” Susan started to say but halted as she saw the snake lying across the path. She froze in fear no more than two feet from the serpent.

Rob quickly and smoothly moved between his wife and the snake. Using a long stick, he “encouraged” the snake to look for sun elsewhere. The snake apparently did not want to make a scene and nonchalantly slithered into the woods.

“OK it’s gone,” Rob said turning to Susan. He saw her shaking and caught her just before her legs gave way. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her in to a comforting embrace. Released from the serpent-fear, Susan burst into tears.

Rob helped his wife walk to the table and sat down beside her. He enveloped her in his arms as she continued to cry. Rob felt her shoulders shake as Susan release her frustration and fear. For several minutes, Susan sobbed into Rob’s chest.

Feeling Susan relax, Rob released his wife. She raised her face and it was a beautiful mess. Her eyes were red and her cheeks were streaked with tears. Susan raised her hands to his face and pulled it close to hers. She kissed him gently on his lips; then again a little harder and finally in a full-blown, toe-curling kiss with their tongues dancing and pirouetting together.

Still kissing passionately, Susan pulled Rob onto the table. With one hand, she reached down and began to caress his cock through his pants. Rob moved her hand away then slid between her legs. He quickly removed her panties and dove into her neatly trimmed and very wet pussy. Spreading her lips, he ran his tongue up and down her wet opening. canlı casino siteleri Finding Susan’s “rose bud”, he made quick circles over it, causing her to shudder in pleasure.

Rob ran his tongue up and down, savoring the many aromas. He spread her lips and lapped at her sweetness. Susan grunted with delight. The adrenaline from her fright and the sexual energy from Rob’s attention filled her with animal lust. Rob sucked on her clit and Susan expelled a loud groan. She lifted her legs to give Rob as much access as possible and he took advantage of her openness.

Rob fucked Susan with his tongue; driving it as deep into her as he could. The faster he fucked her, the louder Susan moaned. He pushed his tongue as far as he could reach, then withdrew. He pushed his tongue again and again into her wetness. Susan was beside herself with excitement.

Rob drove his tongue into Susan again and withdrew it very slowly until the tip was barely touching her warm and engorged skin. He then slowly ran the tip up to her clit. He flicked the little button rapidly causing Susan to take in a sharp breath. He then sucked on the sweet spot forcing louder groan, moans, and several grunts from deep within his wife.

Susan’s orgasm came on quickly and was short but very intense. She released her legs and grabbed Rob head, pushing it closer to her pussy as she came. After a quick respite, Susan sat up and encouraged Rob to stand. She unbuckled his pants and pulled them and his underwear to his ankles in one quick move. She took hold of his erect cock and stroked it a couple of times to make sure it was ready. She then stood, turned and bent over.

Rob’s initial thrust was hard and complete. He quickly pulled back and once again rammed his member deep. He knew what she wanted. Susan wanted fucked and fucked hard. Rob grabbed her hips and drove his cock once again fully into Susan pussy. He pulled her to him as he rapidly drove deep into her. Susan held on to the rock and cried out in ecstasy. Robs hips were like a piston of a human-powered engine, propelling his shaft in and out of her pussy.

Susan erupted again, causing her to contract around tightly around Rob’s cock as it continued to be pushed deep in her. A few minutes later, she came again, screaming loudly as Rob continued to drive his cock hard and fast into her soaking pussy. Finally, as Susan experienced yet another orgasm, Rob erupted deep in her. Shaking, Susan felt each throb and each gush. She stood there with her husband deep in her for a few seconds then fell forward onto Jackson’s Table. She laid there, bare bottomed, and panting for several minutes as Rob composed himself.

Susan rolled onto her back. “Oh my fucking goodness!” she exclaimed. She was a mess. Her shirt stuck to her from sweat and it was caked with dirt. Her hair was wild with several strands coming loose from the cuff. She still shook with exhaustion and exhilaration. Furthermore, they could not find her panties.

“Let’s get you back to the room and cleaned up. We will pick up our game after we have showered,” Rob said.

“That works for me,” Susan replied. They walked back to their guesthouse, hand-in-hand, passing several other guests. They giggled, wondering if anyone will find Susan’s panties and knowing that Jackson’s Table had yet one more secret to keep.

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It’s odd that people are so ashamed or embarrassed about preferences they have that might be slightly out of the mainstream or out of fashion.

Many times, those desires aren’t really that strange at all, and all the person really needs is someone who can understand them. Those people are out there, and sometimes they find each other.

In the interest of full disclosure, let me state that this story could end up in one of two categories; My preferred choice – First Time, because it is about a woman’s deflowering, or Fetish, because it is about a woman with a considerable amount of body hair, and the man who enjoys it.

If either topic offends you, this may not be the story for you. If both topics excite you, or even just pique your curiousity… please enjoy!

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

Chapter One: Lust at First Sight.

I recognized Pam the moment I saw her walk into the restaurant, even though we had never met. The same young woman that had walked nervously past the front window of the establishment several times in the last half hour with her eyes darting as she tried to look inside without being obvious about it, and failing miserably.

I had recognized her by way she had described herself to me in the hundreds of messages we had exchanged over the last several months over the internet. She was more attractive than she had led me to believe, but that didn’t surprise me, as she had displayed a tendency to be self-depreciating, a trait that I had found charming, especially given the way people usually act.

Pam was twenty-three, and had just celebrated her birthday last month, an event that I had noted with a rather clever card that I had created. It was that card that had helped lead to the point I found myself that evening.

I watched as Pam looked around the restuarant nervously, eyes down and sneaking furtive glances about. She seemed to be about 5’4″ and slender, with wavy dark brown hair that was about shoulder length. Pam was wearing a dark blue sweater and matching slacks that effectively covered her from neck to toe, just as I had expected.

Sitting at the bar, I cleared my throat and looked at my reflection in the mirror behind the bar before rising. At 33 I was ten years her elder, and I hoped that I had been equally accurate in describing myself. Six foot tall, and at about 200 pounds I knew I could stand to lose a few, with short medium brown hair that was just staring to thin a bit. I was no Tom Cruise, but neither was I a total disaster. Just an ordinary looking guy, looking for – something.

When I walked over toward Pam, she raised her head slightly as I approached. Pam’s eyes lit up a little bit, and to my relief she not only didn’t run away, she smiled a little bit, exposing her pearly whites and a delightful overbite that gave her a little Mackenzie Phillips look.

“John?” Pam said in a quivering voice, and when I nodded her smile widened as her cheeks flushed a little.

“Hello Pam,” I said and extended my hand.

Pam took my hand and it disappeared into my paw as we shook briefly, unsure on whether this was too formal. We gave each other a tiny hug before stepping back awkwardly, as I looked for the hostess who would lead us to our table.

We slid into the booth opposite each other and took the menus from the waitress, looking at each other nervously and unsure as to what we should do next.

“My hand was sweatier than yours,” I said to break the silence.

Pam giggled at that, and from that moment on it was like we were old friends, which we were in a way. We had started out warily months earlier, exchanging information electronically and gradually becoming more and more personal. More and more intimate.

I don’t remember what we ate that night, or whether it was any good because I was so excited. The person that I had fantasized about was now across the table from me. Pam was so painfully shy at first, but yet as the evening progressed her eyes began to meet mine more and more often.

I looked at Pam’s tiny hands, and the slender fingers that held her wine glass, and as Pam raised her glass I watched as the sleeve of her sweater slipped up ever so slightly, exposing a bit of the auburn hair that grew abundantly on her arms.

When Pam noticed where my gaze had momentarily wandered, she self-consciously lowered her glass and pulled down the sleeve as the color rushed to her face once again.

“I’m sorry,” I said sheepishly, but I wasn’t. Not really, because after all the hair was what had brought us together.

Chapter Two: First communication.

It was on a website when I first came upon Pam. I wasn’t looking for love, I was looking for porn. I was trolling the internet one night, bored out of my skull, when I stumbled across a website that featured hairy women.

Women who kept their bodies in a natural state by choosing to not shave their body hair, had always held a dear place in my heart. Growing up it was not unusual to see girls with hair under their arms, and my late wife was one of those who chose to buck the trend.

After she passed casino oyna away in an accident five years ago I had kept to myself, and suffered in silence as the world went around me. Trolling the internet was my entertainment, and many nights I would sit there looking at naked women, thinking back on how wonderful our marriage had been, and how incredible our sex life was.

On this website, I enjoyed the galleries of natural women, relishing the sight of women with untrimmed pubic hair. It was exhilarating to see that their were still such women out there.

The barbie doll look had never appealed to me; perhaps it was an generational thing, because I know that young people today have grown up in a different culture that finds women with body hair appalling instead of appealing. As for me, the sight of a siliconed and waxed Pamela Anderson holds no appeal for me. Different strokes…

I stumbled across a chatroom on that website, and while I found the expected group of men that shared by interest, I also discovered that there were women there as well, or at least people that claimed to be women.

It was there that I read of the embarrassment they had endured, and the humiliation they had endured because they were hairy, or hirsute in the more extreme cases. Some suffered from a disease called PCOS, where a side effect was a great deal of hair growth. That tempered my enthusiasm a bit, as it disturbed me that something that brought me such visual pleasure was so painful for others.

Pam was one of the people that posted there, under the name “furryfeline”. I answered a post of hers, and whatever it was that I said, it must have been the right words because we hit it off immediately. Words became paragraphs, and then we began to correspond personally, and intimately. Nothing overtly sexual, but flirting and teasing, and I learned about Pam.

What brought Pam to such a website, I wondered?

“Loneliness,” Pam typed. She was bored and lonely.

How could a young woman who was so intelligent and sensitive be lonely. That should have been reserved for people like me. People who had their chance at happiness and had it slip away, either through error or, in my instance, fate.

“Too ugly,” Pam replied. “Too hairy”. Too much pain involved whenever she would find someone who seemed interesting. Too many snickers when the guy who see her, or too much fleeing when she would describe herself. “Easy to stay a virgin when you look like me,” she explained.

A virgin? I didn’t even know they made them anymore. How hideous could this woman be? A virgin? Could she possibly be a lesbian?

“Maybe I would be, if a woman would accept me as I am,” Pam typed. “I’m just gross.”

Give me a chance, was my reply.

It took months, but Pam did eventually, and that brings me to being across the table from her that night.

Chapter three: An evening walk.

I paid the check, and since it was a beautiful evening I suggested that we take a walk.

“I’d love to,” Pam replied, and I held the door open for her as we stepped outside into the night.

The sidewalks were almost deserted, as the government workers had long since departed for home. This was Pam’s hometown, although I had traveled here often on business over the years and was somewhat familiar with the city.

“Were you driving home tonight, John?” Pam asked as I led her over to the park.

“No, I’ve got a room back at the restaurant’s hotel,” I explained, not wanting to drive the three hours home after the evening was over.

“Oh,” Pam said in shock and then continued nervously. “Did you want… to go back there?”

“I’m good with doing this, how about you?” I replied, and thought that she might indeed have gone back to my room had I pressed it. It had been my hope going into the evening, but for some reason I decided to take it slower.

“No, this is great!” Pam said with a measure of relief in her voice.

“Hey! What would you say to a ride?” I asked as I spotted a couple of horse drawn carriages across the way.

“Really?” Pam squeaked, her face lighting up with delight, making no effort to hide the fact that it was likely that no one had ever made such an offer to her before.

I took her hand and we skipped over to the carriages, where the livery driver helped us up into the coach for a ride around the park.

The clip-clop of the horse hoofs was the dominant sound as we slowly rolled down the road. As we passed under a streetlight I looked over at Pam, and she was looking around in wonder at a park that she had likely seen hundereds of times before.

Pam had never seen it like this, riding in the open air carriage like a queen, and the glow that surrounded her face let me know that was exactly the way she was feeling. Her eyes were misty and she was biting her lower lip like a schoolgirl.

Pam turned to face me as I watched her, and her smile melted my heart. She reached down and took my sweaty hand in hers, and squeezed it tight.

“This is beautiful”, Pam whispered.

It was, and she was, and slot oyna we were both sorry to have it end. If it weren’t for the outrageous price of the ride, I would have had the driver circle the park all night. That’s what the look on Pam’s face meant to me.

We walked back to my hotel, as it was getting close to midnight, and it had begun to get a little chilly. Pam had parked her car in the hotel parking lot, so it was right on our way one way or the other.

“Um… did you want me to come up to your room?” Pam asked tentatively, with a mixture of fear and excitement in her voice.

Would she have, and did I want her to were two questions that ran through my mind. Did she want to was the third.

“Want to?” I asked as we went into the garage. “Yes, I do, very much. I would also like to see you again. Are you busy next weekend?”

“Me? Uh, no.”

“Then would you mind if I came back down next Saturday to see you?” I asked, mentally kicking myself for not taking her upstairs and doing what I probably could do at this point. Something I really wanted to do.

“You want to drive all that way again to see me?” Pam asked increduously.

“If you want, I’ll walk,” I said with a grin.

“Yes! I mean no,” Pam chirped in confusion. “You know what I mean.”

“I think I do,” I said as we got to her car. “We can figure out what we’ll do and when we’ll do it during the week, okay?”

“Okay John,” Pam said as she opened her car door and threw her purse over to the passenger side before turning to face me. Still time to change my mind, and maybe hers I figured.

“Did you have fun?” I asked, and while I thought I knew the answer already, I ewanted to hear it from Pam.

“This was a wonderful evening John. Thank you so much.”

Pam lifted her face and gave me a signal that I was not going to ignore. When I touched Pam’s full lips with mine, my shy little virgin gave me a kiss that was so full of passion that I was waiting for next week already.

A kiss that was so long, so sensuous and so passionate that by the time it ended I had a full blown erection that was crushed against Pam. If she noticed, she didn’t make any effort to get away from it. Far from it.

“Good night John.”

I watched Pam drive away before heading into the hotel and back up to my room. Three hundred miles and hundreds of dollars for a kiss. That kiss was a bargain.

Chapter 4: Next week.

Pam and I made a date for the next Saturday, and since she had mentioned that she liked baseball, I got tickets to the Orioles game scheduled that day. She sounded very excited at the prospect and gave me directions to her apartment, which surprised and delighted me as I took it as a sign of trust.

Pam lived in an apartment building that was just outside of Baltimore, in an area that was probably considered working class. I found the place with no problem and right on time. Pam was waiting out front, dressed casually in jeans and an Orioles long sleeved jersey that I thought she would be suffering in as the day went on.

I jumped out of the car and ran around to let Pam in, and was rewarded with a kiss on the cheek for my efforts. Pam looked really cute with her baseball hat and jersey on, but I was hoping to see a little more of her, yet she remained covered from neck to toe.

We had fun at Camden Yards, and the Orioles even won the game which pleased Pam a great deal. I didn’t care much either way, and was too busy having fun with Pam. Pam was much more outgoing than she had been the last time we were together, and by the end of the game she was cheering and screaming as much as everybody else.

“I’m impressed,” I told Pam as we drove out of the staduim parking area. “You’re very knowledgeable about the game. You must go to a lot of games, being so close to the stadium and all.”

“No, I’ve never been to a game before,” Pam said. “I watch a lot on TV, but it’s so much better in person I couldn’t believe it.”

“Geez, why wouldn’t you go?”

“I’d feel kind of stupid going alone,” Pam said sadly.

“Oh,” I said softly, and then tried to lighten the mood that I had just put a damper on, by asking Pam to pick a restuarant for dinner.

“Why don’t we grab some Chinese food or a pizza or something and eat at my place, if you wouldn’t mind that is,” Pam suggested, and that sounded fine to me.

We drove to her place and walked down to the corner and got a pizza, compromising on pepperoni, and went back to Pam’s place. She had a cute little apartment that was decorated very simply but tastefully.

“What would you like to drink, John,” Pam asked. “I’ve got soda and wine.”

“Wine sounds good,” I answered.

“It’s in a box,” Pam said apologetically.

“Almedan!” I exclaimed. “You’re a wine connoisseur like me,” I said while sheepishly admitting my frequent purchases of the very same thing.

“It’s just that a whole bottle of wine is a lot for me,” Pam said as she poured a couple of glasses.

“I know what you mean,” I said. “You end up either throwing some away or drinking canlı casino siteleri too much.”

The pizza was pretty good, the wine was fine, and the conversation was delightful. It seemed like there was never a quiet moment as one of us would always be chattering about something. We both had so much stored up inside of us that it seemed like we exploded whenever we were communicating, either electronically or like this.

“Did you get a hotel room?” Pam asked as she poured us refills.

“No, I’m going to head back home soon,” I told her, not wanting to admit that this was an expensive way to date, even though she was well worth it.

“NO!” Pam said very loudly, and then blushed. “I mean, you can’t drive all that way tonight. You had a beer at the game and wine here.”

“I’ll be fine,” I assured Pam. “Big guy like me and four drinks over six hours? No problem.”

“You could… stay here, if you wanted to,” Pam offered shyly.

“Really?” I said. “No, I’d better not. I only have the clothes I have on.”

“No suitcase in the car?” Pam asked.

“Afraid not.”

“Are you sure that’s the only reason?” Pam asked. “You can be honest with me.”

“That’s the truth,” I confessed. “I thought that showing up with a suitcase would be kind of forcing myself on you.”

“I’m waiting for the other shoe to drop,” Pam said.

“Huh?”

“You’re too good to be true, so there has to be something wrong with you,” Pam said, and I could tell whether she was angry or not.

“I’m weird all right, but I don’t think I’m evil,” I said with a chuckle.

“It just seems strange,” Pam said. “I’ve met a couple of other men on line like this, and it was obvious what they were looking for. You I can’t figure out.”

“I’ve been very honest with you,” I told Pam. “You know just about everything there is to know about me.”

“It’s just that for somebody that seems so interested in me, you aren’t doing things that men usually do.”

“I’m not other men, I’m me,” I told Pam. “I’m very interested in you, and you must know that. I’m very attracted to you, and you’re all I think about these days. I just… I don’t know. I never met anybody the way we met, and I didn’t want you to think that I was only using you.”

“I would have gone up to your room last week, you know.”

“I thought you would have,” I admitted. “I kicked myself all week for not asking you up there too. It wasn’t because I’m not attracted to you.”

“You are?” Pam said in surprise, leaning back against the kitchen counter.

“If you could read my mind, you would be rather shocked,” I admitted. “Maybe even scared off.”

“Really?” Pam said with a tiny smile. “Me too. When I got home last Saturday night I thought about what you would look like naked.”

“Oh?” I said as I leaned against the counter alongside Pam and whispered in her ear. “I don’t think anybody ever wondered that about me before. Feels kinda nice. Feel free to tell me all about it.”

“Omigod!” Pam said. “I can’t – I’d die of embarrassment.”

“Would it make you feel more comfortable if I told you what I’ve thought about you?” I asked Pam. “When I first started exchanging messages with you there were many times I would picture what you looked like. Then when I saw you last week, I was so surprised. Where was the woman that you described to me? You’re so pretty that I have no idea what it is you see when you look in the mirror. When I got back to my room last week, the first thing I did was run in to the shower and masturbated. How’s that for honesty?”

Pam mumbled something that I couldn’t make out and I asked her to repeat it.

“I said that I wished I was there to do it for you,” Pam said with a nervous giggle. “At least that’s something I know how to do.”

“Is that right?” I said as I rubbed her neck.

“I’m not a nun or anything,” Pam said. “You found me on an adult website after all!”

“You’ve got a point there,” I admitted. “Look, do you really want me to stay here overnight?”

“I don’t know. I mean, yes I think I do,” Pam fretted. “I’m not sure what I want. Maybe I want to you to stay because it’s so sweet of you not to assume I would let you, or that you didn’t come all prepared. Maybe it’s because you’ve been so sweet to me, and not forced yourself on me or anything. The other guys I’ve met like this have always wanted to – see me, if you know what I mean.”

Suddenly, a thought crossed my mind and my eyes must have lit up for a second, because Pam asked me what was wrong.

“Look, I just remembered that I have a gym bag in the car with stuff I wear when I go to the Y,” I recalled. “I’m not sure if they’re funky or not…”

“And I could wash what you’re wearing now,” Pam said with a smile.

With that I hustled out to my car, hoping that the shorts and t-shirt were clean. To my relief, they hadn’t been worn and so I hustled back up to the apartment.

“Success!” I announced as entered Pam’s place, and she seemed as happy as I was.

I went into the bathroom and took off my clothes, my mind racing and heart pounding. After I got my shorts and tank top on, I realized how close to naked I was. With no underwear on, my cock was clearly visible in the thin red shorts, but there was no alternative. I tucked myself between my legs and headed back out.

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Iris is still at college and so everyone in this story is over 18.

The football team was doing well and ¬winning games. The cheerleader squad was working hard and dancing like crazy every game. But all this good news didn’t help Iris at all. With Coach Simmons in a good mood the sex was getting very vanilla, and way to boring. The Coach had given Iris a taste for rough, hard sex and she was hooked on to being fucked like a ragdoll. She need it harder, rougher and she sure as hell didn’t want it to stop now. Some of the guys on the team were good. Big cocks and liked to pull hair while fucking her but that wasn’t enough for the budding whore, she not only needed cock, not just lots of very big cock in all her holes, but she needed to be ravaged and destroyed by totally oblivious men that paid no heed to her while they enjoyed themselves.

She was fucked by two guys at the same time in the showers after the last game. Sucking one big cock while the other guy pounded away at her tight warm pussy. They just left her in the shower to get clean after they came though, just as she started to get good and dirty, it was ok, but it was barely enough. Her eyes began to roam a little further a-field.

The three janitors in her dorm building were big black guys. She had seen them in the college gym lifting weights when she was on the running machines. They knew what they were doing, with muscles bulging as they pumped double the college weightlifting record with ease. Iris began to hatch a plan.

Halloween brought parties and fancy dress. And Iris loved dressing-up, the smaller the clothes the better. This year Iris was going to be a sexy witch, large black hat, tight satin bodice that forced her large tits high on her chest so they heaved when she breathed. Under that she wore a tiny little black velvet skirt with lots of net that didn’t even cover her ass when she stood up let alone when she bent over. If she took a deep breath you could see the front of her black, see through thong. She had black, lace top hold ups and finished the look with black 6inch heel stripper shoes.

Iris took a good look at her-self in the mirror and had to resist the urge to plunge her hands in to her minuscule underwear and start fingering her-self, she was so wet already that it wouldn’t take long to cum. She thought she should save her first orgasm that night for her new friends though.

Dre, Stew and Frank were just finishing up for the day. They had replaced the broken locks in the girl’s showers again, and had the cleaners fish all of the used condoms out of the drains before they overflowed during the holiday weekend.

“Those rich, white girls are total sluts, man. I swear they break these locks themselves and tell all of the frat boys about for them to go in and fuck ’em.”

“Dre, man. You think way too much about those girls. Just let them get on with being young.” Frank was the oldest of the three, at 32 he was the boss and spent his time teaching the other two about the job as well as keeping them in line so they didn’t get sacked. He served time when he was a teenager, when he tried to help one of his white classmates having a fight with her boyfriend. The moment they got back together she turned around and accused her of molesting her, and that the scuffle was the white snob trying to defend her.

He has been wary ever since, if one of the girls complained about them so much as looking at them wrong they would get sacked. Nobody was going to take the word of a black janitor over a rich college kid. Frank knew it and so kept the young men on a tight leash. They used the gym to burn off all that testosterone, and spent their money on ranches in Texas whenever they had a break.

“Knock” “knock”

The door opened up to reveal a young girl wearing the sexiest little costume any of the guys had ever seen.

“I’m sorry young lady but this is out of bounds to students. If you need something you can e-mail us.” Frank stopped in his tracks as the girl turned to face him, she had an almost perfect, angelic face framed by a cascade of loose blonde hair. Somehow the black hat and witch’s costume only seemed to make her more sweet and innocent.

She put her finger-tip in the corner of her mouth and pouted. “I’m sorry, sir. I didn’t know. I just need your help though. ” She walked over to Frank, swaying her hips in the most provocative way she could and put and hand on his arm.

“I need a big strong man to open my door and check in my room. I think there is someone in there.” Iris swayed further casino oyna in to the room, feeling Franks eyes lock on to her hips and arse as she walked past him. The two younger guys just stared at her bulging tits and swaying ass as she walked over to them and sat on the edge of the desk, her long stocking-clad legs drawing all the eyes in the room.

“I’m too scared to go back up, would one of you boys please go and check?” iris used her best little, girl lost voice knowing that men found it irresistible and was rewarded by the sight of three growing bulges in the men’s pants.

Frank was the first to blink, he knew the score but had never been on the receiving end of such a blatant come-on.

“Well I think you had better stay with the boys why I go and check for you, young lady.” As he walked over to get his keys he whispered in Stew’s ear.

“Girls like this just want a bit of rough, don’t be to mean and don’t leave any bruises on that golden skin of hers. Enjoy yourself boys.” He got his keys and left.

Dre followed Frank to the door and locked it behind him. Iris pretended to be frightened as he walked back and the two huge black men stood in front and behind her. “Please don’t lock the door sir. I’ll do anything you want if it gets you to open the door. I’m so scared and helpless right now. Don’t take advantage of me.” She did her best puppy dog eyes expression and knew exactly what the effect will be, she’d be both innocent and slutty and turn men into beasts that only want to violate her.

Stew placed his big hands on her thighs and slowly ran his hands up her legs, lifting her skirt up as he did so. Revealing her black thong and her hairless pussy through the see through thong that hardly covered the sweetness beneath. His rough hands scratched her skin and made her pussy even wetter. Dre ran his hands over her tight stomach and up over her tits, squeezing hard as he tried to force her breasts out of the top. Iris shivered with fear that she only slightly felt, but she knew the guys loved her scared and helpless.

“Please guys. Don’t out your hands there, sir. Please don’t do that.”

Dre slipped his hands under her thong and slowly moved one finger round to her soaking pussy.

“Damn this bitch is wet Stew. You enjoying the attention you little whore?”

Dre’s rough hands and dirty talk were already starting to push Iris close to orgasm.

“No, sir.” Iris put a very believable shake in her voice “but I’ll do anything if you just open the door. Anything!” She looked deeply in to Stew’s eyes as she said it and felt his cock grew even harder as he pressed up against her.

“You’re going to do whatever we want anyway, bitch.” Stew pulled Iris’s tits free of her top and mauled her big tits, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her cry out a little. This time she wasn’t pretending, but she loved the pain.

Dre pulled her hips back towards him as Stew pulled her head down by the hair. As she was bent over, Stew used his free hand to open his fly and freed a huge 8 inch cock. With his hand on the back of her head Stew forced Iris’s mouth over the end of his dick pushing it deeper than she thought possible. The feel of having a strong man force his cock in to mouth made her hotter and wetter than she had been in weeks.

As she bobbed her head up and down on Stew’s cock she head Dre pull his zip down. He gently rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy lips. Iris was used to guys eating her pussy before they fucked her but these guys didn’t care. They were going to fill her fuck holes and not care about her at all, just as Iris liked it. She felt the tip of dick press up against her cunt and was expecting him to slowly push it in so she gave a loud yelp of shock when she felt him slam the whole thing in to her in one quick lunge. His cock felt even bigger than Stew’s as it forced her cunt open, it felt like she was being ripped in half and the pain was so delicious it made her head spin.

The two guys never bothered to work out a rhythm, they both just took hold and fucked her as much as they wanted. Dre took a good, firm grip on her hips and began to fuck her cunt with long, slow, deep strokes. His whole cock was going deep in to her tight fuckhole, no woman he had ever fucked had taken to whole thing and Dre was enjoying the feeling of being balls-deep in soft, white flesh. Dre had never fucked a white chick before and he loved the way her white skin looked as it was starting to get a sheen of sweat as he picked up the pace.

Stew was having a good slot oyna time with her mouth too. He could get all of his cock in to her mouth and throat but she was fisting the end of his shaft as she sucked as much of his cock as she could in to her mouth. Her energy and enthusiasm more than made up for the lack of depth and she was getting faster and faster as Dre was pounding her cunt from behind.

Iris took her head off Stew’s heavenly cock and threw her head back.

“I’m on the pill guys so you can cum in my white cunt as much as you want. Fill me up guys. I want you to fill all of my holes with your hot spunk.” She dropped her head back to Stew’s cock and attacked it with renewed vigour.

Iris’s dirty words sent Dre over the edge, he grabbed her hips as he smashed his cock as deep in to her cunt as far as it would go. Iris was sure she could feel it hit her cervix as Dre began to pump her full of his hot cum. She screamed out in pleasure as she felt her cunt and womb being filled up.

Stew was so close to cumming he grabbed the back of her head and forced her mouth back on to his mouth as he began to spray his own load of cum on to her throat. His cock was almost completely in her throat as he came and he cried out in joy as he came in her hot mouth. The combined feel of being filled with spunk from both ends was enough to send Iris in to a massive orgasm of her own. Her cunt clamped down on Dre’s cock and began milking his cum in to her womb. Her hand gripped Stew’s dick so hard he pulled her head up and sprayed the last of his cum over her tits instead of down her throat.

Dre pulled his cock out her pussy and let her tiny thong snap back over her well used cunt.

“If you’re done Stew I need this little bitch to clean her cream off my dick. Mind if I make her suck me clean?”

“Sure thing man. I intend to destroy that hot little cunt of hers anyway.”

Iris couldn’t believe the guys were still hard but was happy to oblige the two men. They didn’t waste any time getting to position and before she knew what was happening Stew’s 8 inches where being rammed in to her cum filled cunt and Dre was forcing her head down on to his 9 inch cock. The power of her last orgasm made her legs very shaky.

“Shit, man. I can’t fuck her face if she can’t stand. Sit on the couch and let her sit on your cock so she can suck me off while you fuck her. “

Stew sat down on the couch and pulled Iris on to his cock, she tried to protest but her cry was cut off as Dre shoved his cock in to mouth. As Stew pulled her down on to his cock her cunt was so wet it dripped all over him, giving him lots of lube as he pulled her hips down on to him, smashing his cock deep inside her boiling hot cunt.

Iris let out a loud cry of lust as the two cocks were forced back in to her waiting holes. Stew was pulling and pushing her body up and down on his long pole while Dre fucked her mouth with every up stroke. This time they did find a good rhythm and Iris was in fuckslut heaven, 2 massive black dicks were destroying her holes and she was cumming all over them. Moaning and crying with each thrust in to her pussy or mouth.

Iris was having such a good time she didn’t even hear Frank come back in to the room.

Frank was amazed at the site he saw, his two young work mates double fucking the white bitch who walked in half an hour ago.

“Well, no time like the present.” He thought to himself.

The first think Iris knew about Frank’s return was when she felt him slip is hands around her body to fondle her tits. A quick glance behind her showed her just what she really wanted at that moment, a third huge, black cock.

What Iris didn’t see was Frank rubbing hand soap on his cock in order to lubricate it. He placed the head of his dick against her tight arsehole as she sank down on to Stew’s cock in order to give her a little warning.

Iris hadn’t had anal sex before and should have been a little worried about it but she was in throws of lust and just wanted more cock inside her. She took her mouth of Dre’s wonderful dick and turned her head round to look Frank in the eye.

“Fuck me arsehole Frank. Destroy my last fuckhole like you hate me you big dicked bastard.”

She took Dre’s cock back in her mouth as Stew rammed back in to her soaking pussy, lifting her high off the couch. As she sank back down Dre kept his dick in her mouth and Frank rammed his whole 10 inch cock balls deep in Iris’s virgin butt. It felt so good, pain mixed with perfect pleasure that Iris opened her mouth to canlı casino siteleri scream.

Put his hands on the back of Iris’s head and rammed his whole cock in to her mouth and throat. No woman had ever managed to deep throat his cock before and he didn’t care if Iris could or not, he just wanted to fuck her mouth and throat like the white whore she was.

Iris felt Dre’s cock forcing its way in to her wide open mouth, cutting off her cry of pleasure. She felt it being rammed deeper and deeper in to her throat, it hurt, but not too much and as she looked up in to Dre’s eyes she could see pure lust and pleasure there. The idea that she could give this guy so much pleasure turned her on even more than before. Her cunt convulsed around Stew’s cock and her arse got even tighter around the base of Frank’s cock, causing both men to cry out in pleasure.

Iris finally had what she wanted, to be stuffed airtight by three well hung black cocks. All three of her tight teen holes were filled to their limits, each one pounding away at her cunt, arse and mouth. Iris was in love with the feeling of being filled with cock, her mind whirled and her body responded as only a natural-born slut would respond. Her slutty holes opened and closed to try and milk the cum out of the huge dicks fucking and destroying her holes.

Dre pulled his cock out her Iris’s mouth and slammed his cock deep in to her mouth again.

“Shit, guys. This tiny, white slut if deepthroating my whole cock. It feels fucking amazing. I’m going to cum any second.”

Dre’s first shot of spunk shot down Iris’s throat but he managed to pull his entire cock out her mouth so the next blast hit her in the side of the mouth. The third shot landed on her tits, Dre started shaking his cock so the last dregs of his cum were spread over her tits and the top of her slutty outfit.

The sight if Iris’s tits covered in cum sent Stew over the edge and he pulled her hips down as he fired a huge load of spunk as deep in to her cunt as he could. While he was filling her with her second load of cum of the night Frank continued to fuck her arse.

Frank picked her up off Stew’s cock with ease and threw her on to the couch, he rammed his dick back in to her arsehole without even a pause. Frank pinned Iris’s slim body to the couch and started to pound her tiny arse with all of his might. He put his whole weight behind each thrust and got deeper and deeper with each one. Iris’s hole was being stretched wider and wider and she just loved being used as the pathetic sex toy that she always knew she was. Frank, Dre and Stew had completed her cumslut training. With the 10 inch monster currently destroying her arse Iris was in pure fuck heaven.

“Think I can get this little bitch to suck my cock after it has been in her filthy butt?”

“Yeah, do it man.”

Frank pulled his cock out her arse and spun Iris around. She felt the thin material of her thong cover her well used pussy and arse again. She knelt in front of him like the obedient little whore she was.

“Let me suck your cock, Frank. Please.” Iris put on her best little-girl-lost voice as she looked up in to his eyes. This made Frank force his cock in to her mouth, he grabbed her head and rammed it as deep as it would go, right in to her throat. After a few long, deep thrusts Frank was close to cumming so he pulled his now clean cock out of her mouth.

“I’m going to cum all over you, you little bitch. Now wank me off so I can sum on your milky white tits.”

Iris continued to look Frank in the eye as she wanked his slimy cock fast, begging him to cum all over her. She licked his cock and pointed it at her tits as she felt him stiffen. He blasted a massive load of boiling hot spunk on to her tits, he continued to pour cum all over her tits so that it leaked down her cleavage to soak in to her dress. The last blasts shot over the top of her dress, soaking it from inside and out.

Iris finally finished wanking to cum out of Franks cock so she sucked it clean and pulled her mouth off with a pop. After a few moments to catch her breath Iris stood up. She pulled her dress back up over her huge tits and put her hat back on. She stood in front of her three new lovers, covered in their cum, her thighs were sticky as a combination of her own cunt cream and the two loads of cum slowly leaked out through the sheer material of her thong.

“Thanks, guys. I needed that. Now I have a frat party to go to.”

“Hey, lady. You can’t walk in to a frat house like that. They’ll fuck the hell out of you.”

“Oh, I do hope so boys. Do you think I look cheap and slutty enough to get gang raped by a bunch of drunk frat boys?” She winked at the three stunned men, turned on her heel and walked out of the room, swaying her sexy arse as she went.

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“Folks I’m going to take Paul home now.” Rosa grabs me by my shirt collar like a child. She leads me out of the restaurant. Once home she pushes me down on the bed.

“What’s wrong honey? Why are you mad at me?”

“Do you realize you were conversing with Jill more than me? In fact, you pay more attention to the other men’s wives than me when we go out on group dates.”

“Come on darling. I just like socializing when we go out. You and I have plenty of us time together at home.”

“Shut up. I mean it.” I shut my trap like a good boy.

“Oh Paul, I’ve been too harsh. You are a big healthy hunk of a man. But your cholesterol is through the roof. Your EKGs are normal, thankfully, but tonight I’ll be your fairy godmother and grant your heart’s desire. Unless we grow wings we’ll never spend summer in St. Tropez on our Barista salaries. Yet I’ll take you on a holiday without leaving home. Just name your destination.”

“Rosa you entertain me just by being here.”

“Do I have to use sexual interrogation on you? You’re hiding something. But I’m still hungry. Paul, I don’t feel like cooking supper. Take me out for veggie burgers.”

“Rosa, you are my neon Goddess whose face could launch an armada.”

“Darling you say the loveliest things. Each word sings me into feminine heaven. But there is something I need to know. Why can’t you romance me when among company? Are you embarrassed?”

“Aw honey I just get shy among groups. I’ve always been that way. Don’t take it the wrong way.”

“OK, I can dig that you’re bashful when we’re in public. But I want you to just make an effort to speak of your passion for me in public. Just step outside your comfort zone for me.”

“If I could get through graduate school surely I can overcome my timid nature.”

“I know you can. But I’ll start you off slowly. These things often take time. Take me out for soy burgers. We’ll sit in the most crowded area there. You’ll have the safety bubble of being among strangers whom we aren’t socializing with. But I want you to wax poetic on me. Give me that and I’ll massage your derriere when we get home. I know you love that.”

“It shall be so my love. You take the keys, Rosa.”

“It will be my pleasure. I’ll even open the door for you when we arrive. Your machismo pride won’t be trespassed by a woman opening the door for you? Will it?”

“Of course not, I grew up opening doors for women. But I am open to role reversal and not just with the door opening.”

“Oh, you tease. You want to role play in bed. Don’t you? You want me to be dominant for a change. Well, I’d love too! Why didn’t you ask before?”

“Because you are not a brassy woman.”

“Paul my alter-ego is a lady-cop in the man’s world of law-enforcement whose favorite duty is interrogation where she takes out her casino oyna frustration on male suspects.”

“Could you really wear the badge?”

“I already am the heat. Actually I feel empowered by the prospect of taking a dominant role with you. We’ve hardly talked about my needs as a woman. This has been on my mind a lot lately. Turning the tables would be good for both of us.”

“Never would I have anticipated you to even entertain this notion much less for this to be your secret fantasy,” I say.

“You always took the wheel before. Being in the driver’s seat is different but feels good and natural. And you thought Rosa was just a cute little seductress” she says.

“I guess I didn’t know how you’d take it. But now your man is feeling beside himself with joy. I can’t wait to get home.”

“You know what? Screw the burger joint. Public displays of affection can wait. We’ll have peanut butter and jelly. Let’s do the dominatrix tango. Oh, I am so ready for this! The bed awaits us. I’ve never felt this liberated before. This is way better than a happy meal.”

Once we get back to our house and open the door, Rosa escorts me down the hall and ushers me into the living room. “Now follow me. You like the view from behind me don’t you? Well, I’m going to sit my bubble butt on this plush sofa. You sit on the chair.” Her hair is soaked in pheromones, the essence of female aggression.

I excuse myself to the powder room and come out wearing my jammies. “Paul, why are you wearing pajamas in the afternoon? You are not to wear sleep clothing during the day.”

“I feel more comfortable in them. You said I was too tense and need to get more relaxed.”

“Can’t you chill as most people do? Take a long walk because you need aerobic exercise.”

“But pants are so restricting,” I say with a pout.

“There is a reason for that. What if my friend Carol came over to visit and you got turned on? A man can’t hide that in those flimsy things. Imagine my embarrassment. Of course, she wouldn’t say anything, but I would be mortified, as should you.”

“But honey I can control myself,” I reply with my sad puppy eyes.

“Like hell, you can. Just the sight of Carol would get your rooster crowing. In a staring contest, Carol the Medusa would turn your Cyclops to stone.”

“Do you really believe I have so little self-control?” I ask flabbergasted as if I am insulted.

Rosa laughs, “Paul, your eyes took a stroll all over Carol last time she was here. And don’t think I didn’t notice your focus.”

“Come on honey. I’ve never strayed. My peepers may poke around, but my big man stays where he belongs.”

“He ain’t tall, but he sure is robust and mighty.” She smiles and draws lazy circles on my chest.

“How refreshing it is to hear something uplifting and elevating,” slot oyna I grin.

“How dare you counterpart me. Right now you’re not in a position to talk back to me. I’m the head honcho. The more you flap your gums the worse it will be for you,” is her no joke command.

“Honey, you can’t hold it against me that my baby blues wander into forbidden places. That’s called being a man.”

“Hah. If that’s being a man, I sure am glad I’m a woman.”

“Your feminism is the sugar in my tea.”

“Good ole iced tea coming up, with a twist of lemon for that tangy flavor you love. You like your women tart just like your Lipton I do declare. Do you want your feminist to wield the whip in bed and a mop in the kitchen?”

“Well, you seem to like the arrangement.”

“That’s enough sass from you. I’m woman enough to give you a lesson. Are you man enough to take it?” she commands again.

“I take it this isn’t algebra,” I quip.

Then she says, “The key to a dominatrix session is that the domme decides what’s on the slate. If it was up to you then it wouldn’t really be putting me in charge.”

“Oh, darling whatever you have in mind will be wicked.”

“Good, this will be so kinky you’ll turn every shade of red. But this won’t be the traditional femdom session.”

“No whips and chains or naughty things?”

“As a rule of thumb, remember if you behave yourself among our friends you get apple pie for dessert. But if you act like a spoiled brat you get plain yogurt which is healthy but bland.”

“Aren’t you going to touch me?”

“You may do a warm-up exercise on yourself until we get to the juicy part.”

“Sex is a contact sport.”

“Sexologists say men get more satisfaction from self-love than intercourse. So get to it! Now your arms will be bound in such a way that only your hands will be free with your cock fortuitously grippable. There we go, bucko, all secure. Tonight we’ll indulge your Oedipal complex.”

“Are you going to pretend to be my mother?”

“You’re on the right track.”

“Are you kidding me?”

She prances to the phone. “I promised you a maternal experience. So we are going to call Sherry, your boss who always henpecks you. I’ll put her on the speakerphone since you’re indisposed at the moment. But you are all out of breath. What will she think?”

Rosa dials the number. “Oh, Ms. Sherry, your maître d wants to talk to you. Paul, say something to your boss.”

I try my hardest to make my strokes light enough to bring just a tingle without aerobics but I am so close that my natural reflex is ungovernable and so I moan.

“Muuuh Sherry…” is all I can articulate.

Sherry says, “Paul, are you alright? You sound like you’re having a heart attack. Should I call the paramedics?”

Rosa says, “Ma’am he’s just canlı casino siteleri excited about our new place. He gets that way sometimes. Paul, try to say something intelligible to your boss.” Rosa brushes me into electric curtains from the Aurora Borealis which crackles my north pole.

“Paul, you may have asthma, as your Dad did. You must see a pulmonologist,” Sherry says.

Rosa clasps my seed pod in the warmth of her palm cusp to coax the transaction to completion.

Sherry says to Rosa, “Is he wearing his favorite polo shirt, the one with the paisley design?”

Rosa says, “Ms. Sherry, he is. He was working out on the treadmill.”

Sherry says, “Tomorrow is casual day and I expect he’ll want to wear it but make sure it is washed and ironed. I don’t want him looking frumpy. Our wait staff has to make a good impression on the public.” Sherry begins giggling. “And there is to be no aerobic exercise before bed. He must be well rested to welcome our patrons. Do you catch my drift?”

“Ms. Sherry, trust me, I’ll put him to bed early and no hanky-panky, oops. I guess I let the cat out of the bag.”

“Honey, I know the variations of deep breathing. That feline was out of the bag the moment I heard Paul.” Paul gets his second wind.

“Sherry, it was Rosa’s idea. Can you ever forgive me?”

Sherry says, “This had the trademark of a Rosa production all along. I can forgive you if you don’t lollygag about getting to work on time.”

I say, “That is a deal, Sherry. I’ll be there in time to make the coffee.” We close the phone conversation.

I say, “Rosa, do you realize you exposed my boss to our sordid affair?”

“Don’t blame me if you couldn’t control your hands. Besides, she didn’t seem to mind. Your embarrassment should make you think twice when the urge to be disobedient to me arises.”

“Surely, your repertoire of techniques to control my behavior isn’t limited to shaming me.”

“How could I be so insensitive to your needs when you’ve waited all night for this? I will wear my leather gloves and smack your ass while you’re taking me. You deserve that for being such a good hubby.”

“Being chewed out by you was better than being tied up. I haven’t had this much fun since Ms. Mitchell caught me writing dirty words on the chalkboard before class. She took me to the closet to paddle me but I ran between her legs like a fly which she couldn’t swat.”

“Me too! I haven’t had this much fun since scaring off a purse snatcher by chanting, ‘redrum, redrum.'”

“You know getting a playful spanking gives an endorphin release similar to aerobic exercise which is good for my cardiovascular system,” I proclaim.

“Well, then I shall administer them to you for the sake of your health. Just remember my little hand stings like a wasp even for a hairy-chested and red-blooded man like you. But honey, you won’t die of arteriosclerosis. I’ll stuff you so full of antioxidants and healthy foods you’ll live to be over a hundred. I can bring home tofu and sauté it up in a wok, but you’re the man of the house.”

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Today Sarah was meeting a childhood friend: Nikki. They’ve been friends since the age of 6, but Nikki is a year older than Sarah. Currently they’re both in college but they haven’t met each other for about 2 years now. They do text a lot and face time.

Sarah had found out that Nikki was lesbian a while ago but she wouldn’t judge. She was always the one against judging people.

The day they were gonna meet, Sarah got up earlier than usual and got ready and dressed. She put on a black lace bra and matching black lace panties. On top of her underwear, she wore a see through blouse which was showing her bra and her big boobs and a black skirt which wasn’t too short or too long. And black heels.

She had rented a lake house in the woods for a week so they would get away from the world.

She got into her car and went to some street to pick Nikki up. When Sarah saw her she was kinda surprised. Nikki was wearing a sexy plaid mini skirt and a white button-up blouse and she hadn’t buttoned it up all the way, showing lots of cleavage. In her golden blond hair she had pink streaks. casino oyna

She got into the car and immediately hugged Sarah, pushing her huge tits onto Sarah’s. Sarah felt a horny feeling through her body when that happened but after that it passed.

Once they got to the lake house they both unpacked and they each had a room for themselves. After they unpacked they went downstairs and watched a movie and talked.

“What do you wanna do now since the movie is over?” Sarah asked.

“Let’s go upstairs and change into our PJ’s and then we’ll figure it out.” Nikki said as she got up and walked over to the stairs.

Sarah followed and as Nikki walked up the stairs, her skirt rose and showed a lot of wet panties. Sarah obviously noticed and she felt herself getting wet too.

They both got upstairs and Nikki looked at Sarah.

“What?” Sarah asked, confused.

“Umm…” Nikki stuttered but then she grabbed Sarah’s face and kissed her with a lot of passion and tongue.

Sarah didn’t back away in disgust, instead she kissed back and placed her hands slot oyna on Nikki’s hips.

Without breaking up the kiss they moved into Sarah’s room and Sarah slowly sat down on her bed as Nikki climbed on top of her. Sarah broke up the kiss and pulled of her blouse and so did Nikki. Nikki also took off her bra, making her boobs bounce onto Sarah’s. They started making out again as Sarah squeezed Nikki’s big boobs. Sarah kicked off her heels and so did Nikki.

Soon they were both naked and they’re clothes were piled up on the floor. Sarah pushed her hand under her pillow and pulled out a pink dildo.

“You keep a dildo under your pillow?” Nikki giggled.

“Sure.” Sarah answered as she slowly pushed the pink dildo into Nikki’s mouth.

Nikki took it into her mouth and sucked on it for a bit and then she pushed Sarah onto the bed completely and pushed the dildo into her pussy. Sarah moaned in pleasure. Nikki started to push it in and out really fast and Sarah started to scream. Suddenly she felt that her bladder was about to burst.

“Oh my god… Stop, stop, canlı casino siteleri stop!” Sarah shouted as she pulled the dildo out of her vagina and sprang up as she widened her legs slightly.

“What is it?” Nikki asked, obviously confused.

“Oh my god.” Sarah repeated as her warm pee from all day started to come out.

Sarah was surprised because instead of being grossed out, Nikki got up and put her mouth up to Sarah’s vagina, getting the piss into her mouth. Sarah could hear her swallowing all the time as she kept peeing. As Sarah let out her last drops, instead of swallowing, Nikki kissed Sarah and let Sarah’s pee into her own mouth. Sarah swallowed and kissed Nikki again. Nikki slowly laid down on the floor and Sarah started fingering her with 3 fingers and Nikki moaned in pleasure and slightly pain. After 5 minutes of fingering, Nikki grabbed Sarah’s hand and pulled it out as she started pissing and she pissed all over Sarah’s body. Sarah rubbed the piss over her boobs and into her own vagina as she was enjoying every second of it.

They both got up and climbed into Sarah’s bed.

“This will be the best week ever.” Nikki said, breathing heavily.

“We should meet up more.” Sarah answered, also breathing heavily.

They both collapsed in each other’s arms in the bed and fell asleep.

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