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When a man loves a woman, he’ll go to extreme lengths to be with her. The boundaries of race, religion, culture, class and society itself be damned. Just ask Steve Dorvil, a young Haitian man who moved to the City of Ottawa, Ontario, to study Business at Carleton University. At first glance, Steve didn’t much care for Ottawa, for he’d much rather be in the City of Montreal, where he’d be surrounded by his own people.

When classes began at Carleton University in the Fall, Steve saw his new school and the city surrounding it as dead ends. Plenty of hot girls on campus, but none of them lit Steve’s fire. Along came Hodan Mohamed, a six-foot-tall, beautiful, curvy yet tomboyish Somali-Canadian Muslim gal whom Steve first glimpsed inside the Carleton University library. One glance at the tall Somali Muslim gal who seemed like a “Beyonce in a Hijab,” and Steve was definitely hooked.

Conventional wisdom states that a Christian man from the Caribbean who finds himself drawn to a Muslim lady from the Horn of Africa is simply asking for trouble. Such a man should focus his attention elsewhere, or choose another course of action. Steve Dorvil has his faults, but he’s never been the kind of brother who gives up easily. It’s simply not in his character…

Walking all over the Carleton University campus, Steve began to look for Hodan Mohamed, pestering his married Somali-Canadian lady friend Zahra Amir with questions about the Somali culture and whatnot. One night, while studying for his upcoming Business exams, Steve saw Hodan Mohamed seated at a computer on the library’s third floor, and he got the guts to approach her. What followed was an encounter that Steve would never forget…

“Just thought I’d say hey, well, to a fellow library dweller,” Steve said, smiling faintly, as he pulled the chair next to her. Hodan Mohamed smiled at this handsome, well-dressed, nervous-looking karaköprü escort brother, and quietly assessed him. Not bad-looking but definitely has room for improvement, Hodan thought as Steve began to holler at her, or so he thought.

“Stop gawking at me like I’m Beyonce or Celine Dion or something and ask for my number already,” Hodan Mohamed said sharply, flashing Steve a coy smile. They’d been talking for half an hour, and the brother, though charming, was starting to ramble instead of closing the deal. Like the helpful soul that she is, Hodan Mohamed decided to help a brother out.

“You’re something else,” Steve remarked, once he got over his surprise, and Hodan Mohamed nodded. That’s how it all began between the two of them. Two souls hailing from different parts of the world, yet inextricably drawn to one another. It was no accident that Hodan sat at a computer close to Steve’s usual spot in the library. The lady lured her chosen male, and everything went according to plan as far she was concerned. It was the beginning of something new and wonderful…

Slowly, tentative, Steve Dorvil and Hodan Mohamed took steps towards a lasting connection. They began hanging out, on campus at first, and then they ventured to places like the Silver City movie theater, and Soleil Des Iles restaurant. Hodan and Steve got more comfortable with one another, and sparks flew. It was a beautiful thing.

“You’re a goddess,” Steve Dorvil said as he knelt before Hodan Mohamed, who sat on a throne-like chair in the dark, murky and poorly lit basement, clad in a traditional dress and Hijab. Hodan flashed Steve a coy smile, and the big and tall, ruggedly handsome young Haitian man took her foot and gently kissed it. Hoda sighed happily, for the feel of Steve’s tongue on her toes was ticklish, in the most wonderful way…

“Worship your karatay escort goddess, you handsome cur,” Hoda said, exhibiting the faintest traces of her former British accent, and Steve grinned in appreciation. The two of them were getting down and dirty in the basement of Steve’s townhouse in the suburb of Barrhaven, Ontario. Outside, a fierce wintry storm battered the landscape, but inside, things were only heating up…

“Yes milady,” Steve replied, and he began licking a path upward, from Hodan’s toes to her inner thighs. When he brought his face close to her crotch, Hodan pulled up her skirt, revealing crisp white panties which were already moist. Smiling at Steve, Hodan pulled down her panties, and her hairy mound stared at him, hot and demanding. Heeding the lady’s unspoken demand, Steve proceeded to worship at her altar.

“Oh yes, that feels good, just like that,” Hodan whispered, as Steve buried his face between her legs and began eating her out. Leaning back on the chair, Hodan spread her thighs wide open, welcoming Steve inside of her. The Haitian brother put that tongue of his to good use, and began lathering her pussy, while sliding his fingers deep inside of her.

“I call this Haitian magic,” Steve paused to say, and he slid his fingers into Hodan’s pussy, grasped her clitoris and rubbed it between his thumb and index fingers. This had the effect of causing Hodan to shriek in pleasure, and she shuddered violently. Steve let go of her clitoris, and immediately thrust two fingers into her pussy. That’s when Hodan’s curvy, sexy body began thrashing wildly and she cried out as she came, orgasmic…

“Oh Steve, you wonderful man,” Hodan whispered, once she came down from cloud nine, and she smiled at him, amazed. Steve pulled Hodan into his arms and kissed her, then she began working on him. Hodan disrobed at last, karesi escort revealing her curvaceous, sinfully sexy and downright Amazonian body. Steve grinned and caressed Hodan’s breasts, and playfully smacked her thick derriere.

“You’re pure fire,” Steve said, and Hodan grinned then kissed him. They got it on right there on the basement’s carpeted floor. Hodan’s eager hands explored Steve’s burly form, and she playfully tugged on his chest hairs, then went straight for his dick. Steve held his breath as Hodan began stroking his member, and then she winked at him before taking him into her mouth.

“I like the way you taste, Habibi,” Hodan paused to say, flicking her tongue over Steve’s dick head after gently pulling back the foreskin. As a Muslim woman, she was oddly fascinated by his ‘hood.’ Hodan tugged on Steve’s dick while fellating him and the burly Haitian stud moaned, finding himself on cloud nine. Hodan worked Steve over until he came, and then drained him dry.

“I love your ass,” Steve said, watching as Hodan got on all fours and shook her big beautiful ass at him. Hodan grinned as Steve kissed and then caressed her ass. When she felt him rub his hard dick against her bum, Hodan pressed her derriere against his groin. Steve finally got the damn hint and thrust into her, burying his dick deep inside Hodan’s pussy.

“Fuck me hard,” Hodan demanded, and Steve nodded, then did as the lady told him, gripping her wide hips tightly as he fucked her with slow, deep strokes. Hodan moaned softly, her curvy body swaying this way and that as Steve banged her. She hadn’t had a good fucking in quite a bit and wanted to make up for lost time. Luckily, a certain well-endowed Haitian stud was more than happy to help out a Somali sister in need…

“Hmm, to many more days like this one,” Steve said to Hodan, much later. The two of them sat on the couch, stark naked, entwined in each other’s arms. After truly stupendous lovemaking, they had some ice cream and pizza, and were now busy watching Luke Cage on Netflix. Hodan looked at Steve and smiled. Many heartfelt thanks to my angel in Jannah for sending me a chocolate-dipped prince charming, Hodan thought, ecstatic.

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Thanksgiving Weekend has come to the City of Ottawa, Ontario. This means that with many stores closed on the upcoming Monday, everyone is cramming into local stores in a shopping frenzy. For the local Walmart’s cashiers, customer service personnel and the like, this would be a difficult day spent haggling with short-tempered customers. For Souleymane Baabur, the store’s security guard, this day would be pure hell. Hence why he was killing time by chatting with Hawa the cashier, who came by on her break…

“Hawa, there are things about me that you just wouldn’t understand,” Souleymane Baabur said, and the big and tall, dark-skinned Mauritanian Muslim security guard sighed, wishing he could explain himself to the Hijab-wearing young Somali Muslim woman standing before him, but sadly he couldn’t. Ah, the tragic life of the bisexual Muslim man, Souleymane thought to himself, lamenting his fate.

“Like what?” Hawa asked, and the young Somali Muslim woman, barely twenty, looked at Souleymane with a fearless tenacity beyond her years, demanding answers from the taciturn brother standing in front of her. Before Souleymane could answer Hawa’s question, however, something seemed to catch his attention. A certain big-booty White woman clad in leather pants walked into Walmart, and the security guard’s eyes locked onto her ample derriere.

Figures, Souleymane is a Black man after all, the fact that they love a big ass is well-known, Hawa thought to herself, shaking her head. Following Souleymane’s gaze, she saw that while it definitely lingered on the big-booty White female shopper’s posterior, it did not stop there. A construction worker, burly, muscular, and practically shirtless, walked out of the in-store McDonald’s restaurant, and Souleymane’s eyes seemed glued to the man’s abs for the briefest of moments.

Oh my, Hawa thought, and a sly smile crept onto her face. For a long moment Souleymane’s eyes followed the construction worker’s progress as he exited Walmart, meeting up with his buddy at the entrance. Only after the guy disappeared from view did Souleymane turn to look at Hawa. Apparently, he’d forgotten that Hawa existed…at least just for a little bit. Pursing her lips, Hawa fixed her gaze on Souleymane’s face, reading his temporarily dazed expression.

“Well, Hawa, I have certain passions which most people wouldn’t understand,” Souleymane said, and he smiled at Hawa, and then focused on a customer who was exiting the store. Said customer had a huge television set on a cart, and the whole thing was beeping. Souleymane excused himself and then went to deal with the customer, politely asking for a receipt. The customer, who happened to be an old White man in a cheap suit, turned argumentative.

“White privilege is definitely a thing,” Hawa whispered to herself, remembering her sociology professor at the University of Ottawa, as she watched the back-and-forth between Souleymane and the customer. The two men couldn’t be more different. A big and tall Black man with dreads and facial hair, in a dark blue security uniform, facing a short, suited and bespectacled old White man…and a very irate one at that.

“Sir, when an item beeps, I have to ask for a receipt,” Souleymane explained to the customer, who kept going on and on about how he hadn’t done anything wrong. Exasperated, Souleymane waved the old man off, and the sneering old dude walked out, apparently feeling victorious. Shaking his head, Souleymane grumbled something which Hawa found distasteful, but she kept mum about it. Truth be told, her mind was wrestling with something…

“Hmm, must be so frustrating,” Hawa said, as she stepped closer to Souleymane, who stood there, still flustered after dealing with the irate old customer. Souleymane looked at Hawa, a curious look in those chestnut eyes of his. Hawa smiled slyly, and bit her lip, something she often did before saying or doing she knew for sure ought to remain unsaid or undone. I’ve got a smart mouth and don’t apologize for it, Hawa thought, smiling wickedly.

“What do you mean, Hawa?” Souleymane asked, and the six-foot-six guard leaned against a cart which he pressed against the wall between the entry and exit door of the Walmart store. The brother stroked his goateed chin thoughtfully, and watched as Hawa stepped closer, until she was less than a meter from him. This little Somali chick is spunky, Souleymane thought, somewhere between annoyed and wryly amused.

“Well, kadirli escort my dear Souleymane, I think I know a thing or two about your unique passions, you like big butts on females but you also like nice abs on a dude,” Hawa said softly, and she watched as Souleymane’s facial expression went from puzzled to shocked in the blink of an eye. Now he was looking at her as though she were an alien from Mars, and Hawa found that both amusing and alarming…

“Interesting, and you know this how?” Souleymane replied, his voice remarkably calm, given the circumstances. Hawa grinned, sensing his discomfort, but pleasantly surprised that he didn’t resort to lying. Souleymane considered the short, curvy, Hijab-wearing young Somali gal standing before him. From the coy smile on her lovely face to her confident posture, she looked very much like a woman who thought she had the upper hand.

“Souleymane, come on, you swing both ways, I’m very observant, and before you start panicking, your being a switch-hitter doesn’t bother me in the least,” Hawa said, and as the big man pondered that, she walked away. Souleymane watched Hawa as she walked back to her work station, her break having evaporated during their talk. Nosy gal’s figured out my secret and dammit she sure has a nice big butt, Souleymane thought to himself with a nervous smile.

“You’re intriguing, Hawa, when I first saw you, I must admit you looked soft and sweet, but now I know better,” Souleymane said to Hawa, a couple of hours later. The two of them sat inside McDonald’s, chatting away. Actually, Hawa went in for her fifteen-minute break, and Souleymane followed her inside, leaving John the greeter to watch the door. Hawa was a mystery which I just have to get to the bottom of, or so Souleymane told himself.

“Hmm, what can I say, Soul-Man? I got it like that,” Hawa said, and the young Hijabi winked at Souleymane while sipping on her Pepsi. Leaning back in her chair, Hawa licked her lips, a gesture which Souleymane found annoying…and a bit of a turn-on. With her blue work-shirt over a long-sleeved White T-shirt and a drab, traditional Islamic full length Black skirt, Hawa looked deceptively innocent, but Souleymane saw that glimmer of mischief in her eyes, and he wasn’t fooled for a minute.

“What do you want from me?” Souleymane asked abruptly, trying to catch Hawa unawares. He’d known her ever since he first started working at the Walmart in the west end of Ottawa, Ontario. Just another pretty-faced young Somali Muslim woman whom he found attractive, but at twenty, Hawa was too young for him. Souleymane was thirty two years old, wrapping up his studies in the MBA programme at Carleton University, and he didn’t have time for games.

“Maybe I just want you,” Hawa replied softly, and she leaned toward Souleymane, until her face was mere inches from his stunned visage. For the first time in quite a long while, Souleymane was absolutely shocked, not knowing what to do or say. Got you right where I want you, Hawa said, and with that, she gently laid her hand on Souleymane’s hand, and the brother sighed, looking a bit perplexed.

“Hawa, whether I deal with women or men or both, that’s my business, I don’t know what you want from me, or what you’re getting at, but you should know that I honestly don’t play games,” Souleymane said firmly, not caring who heard him inside the crowded McDonald’s restaurant. Hawa looked at him, and her expression shifted from coy to surprised, actually, surprised bordering on panic. When Souleymane pulled his hand away from hers and started to rise, she pleaded with him to sit down.

“Souleymane, I’m not playing either,” Hawa said, and Souleymane shrugged, and turned to leave, and in desperation, she grabbed his arm. Souleymane paused and looked at her, this tiny, attractive and strange young woman who seemed to have taken an odd interest in him. Why do I keep running into psychos and weirdoes? Souleymane privately wondered, and he thought about his last encounter with a weirdo, and it didn’t go so well.

“If you don’t want to be with me, I’ll expose you,” said Kader Elmi, the slender, effeminate Somali queer dude whom Souleymane made the mistake of getting involved with. Souleymane met Kader at a gathering for Muslim students at Carleton University, and Kader seemed really into him. Souleymane, who wasn’t seeing anyone at the time, made the mistake of letting kapaklı escort Kader suck his dick a few times. That turned out to be a colossal mistake…

“Listen, Kader, I don’t give a fuck who you tell, I knew letting you suck my dick was a mistake, you didn’t even do that right,” Souleymane replied, and with that, he walked away from a stunned Kader. Truth be told, that last bit was unnecessary. Souleymane did enjoy himself those few times when he and Kader got busy in the men’s washroom inside the Tory Building at school, after hours, of course.

Yeah, the Somali queer could suck dick like the best of them, but Kader was mouthy and gossipy and Souleymane didn’t like that. They had some fun together, but Souleymane already knew that it wasn’t going anywhere. Bending Kader over, putting on a Durex condom and stuffing his narrow ass full of dick was fun and all, but Souleymane wasn’t looking for anything serious. Hence why he dropped the fucker like a bad habit. And he’d been extremely careful with potential lovers ever since. Souleymane always used protection with his lovers, female and male. Too bad he couldn’t always screen them for craziness…

“Hawa, every time I break my rules, I end up regretting it,” Souleymane replied, and Hawa refused to let go of his hand. Inside the crowded McDonald’s, people stopped and stared, and Souleymane felt distinctly uncomfortable. In fact, the young Somali Muslim woman totally got in his face. Well, she was almost a foot shorter than him at five-foot-seven, but whatever. Souleymane locked eyes with Hawa, wishing she’d let go of his arm, or explain herself. What happened next surprised the hell out of him…

“Souleymane, I’m not like the others,” Hawa whispered, and then she stood on her tippy toes, and then grabbed him and kissed him. Souleymane was utterly surprised when the young woman threw her arms around him, grabbed him with a strength which he found surprising, and then kissed him with shocking passion. Souleymane could do little but kiss her back at this point…

“Clearly you’re different,” Souleymane said with a nervous grin, when Hawa finally stopped kissing him, leaving him tingly all over. The two of them looked at each other, and in that moment, something changed for both of them. The burly security guard looked at the Hijabi cashier, and they exchanged a smile. When Hawa went back to her work station, she was well aware of Souleymane’s eyes on her. Right before reaching her stand, she paused, turned around and flashed him a bright smile.

“See you again, Soul-Man,” Hawa said, and Souleymane smiled and nodded, feeling giddy with excitement. And that’s how it all began for the two of them. And it turned out to be a most wondrous, exciting relationship. Hawa was hot and fresh, a jolt of excitement into the dreary mess that Souleymane’s life had become. After some hesitation, Souleymane decided to accept Hawa’s offer, and a whirlwind romance followed…

“Oh, you are so going to get it,” Souleymane said to Hawa, after they went back to his place following a matinee at the movies. They’d gone to the Scotiabank theater near the Blair shopping center, and watched Flatliners and The Hitman’s Bodyguard. After that, they went for a walk around the Gloucester area, and somehow ended up at Souleymane’s place. Funny how these things happen…

“Talk is cheap, big man, you better back up what you say,” Hawa replied, smiling wickedly as Souleymane laid her on his bed, and then went to work on her. Tonight the young woman wore a tight-fitting Black T-shirt, with long sleeves, of course, but with Yoga pants, and Black sneakers. Hawa’s long curly dark hair was tucked away under her Hijab, which she slowly removed, baring herself before her man.

“Feisty, I like that,” Souleymane said, and he kissed Hawa full and deep, then began making love to her. They’d been seeing each other for three months. They kept things professional at work, even though everyone knew that they were very much involved. At last, away from prying eyes, the happy couple could finally cut loose, and Hawa certainly hoped that Souleymane was ready for the sexual cyclone that she was about to unleash upon him…

“Put them lips to good use, you smooth talker,” Hawa teased Souleymane as the burly brother kissed her toes, and then began sucking on them. She felt a tingle as he flicked his tongue over them, and then began to work karacabey escort his way up…and up. Until his face was inches from her crotch. Hawa held her breath as Souleymane pulled down her pants, and then her panties. Inhaling sharply, he smiled up at her.

“Supper time,” Souleymane said, sounding both seductive and corny, and Hawa grinned, then spread her thick dark brown thighs invitingly. Souleymane grinned and then slid his tongue into Hawa’s pussy. A happy sigh escaped the young Somali Muslim woman’s lips as the burly brother began teasing her clitoris with his tongue. Hawa hadn’t had any in a while, and Souleymane was just what the doctor ordered…

“Hmm, worth the wait,” Hawa cooed softly, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples as Souleymane devoured her pussy like a hungry man. The Mauritanian Muslim stud put her on all fours, admiring her big round butt. Sliding his tongue into her pussy, Souleymane began eating her pussy with gusto. Hawa pressed her big ass against Souleymane’s face, driving his tongue deeper into her pussy. Things were getting hot, and all Hawa had to do was relax and enjoy…

“Hawa, you’ve been strutting that ass in front of me for months, dammit I want to smash it,” Souleymane paused to say, even as he continued to lather Hawa’s pussy with his tongue. The young woman squealed in delight as Souleymane worked his magic on her, and he watched as she tensed, and then relaxed, crying out as she came. Now we’re getting somewhere, Souleymane thought to himself as he watched an orgasmic Hawa shriek and shudder in his arms…

“Hmm, dammit, that was fun, now, give me that dick,” Hawa said, a few moments later, and Souleymane watched as she got on all fours, and crawled toward him, eyes brimming with lust and wickedness. Souleymane licked his lips as Hawa paused mere inches from him, still on all fours. Their passion had taken them from the king-sized bed to the carpeted floor. The young woman looked up at the towering, beefy, hairy and masculine, dark-skinned avatar of African manhood standing before her.

“Ask and you shall receive, sexiness,” Souleymane replied, and Hawa smiled savagely and grabbed his dick, which hung, hard and dark, between his legs. Hawa inhaled Souleymane’s masculine funk, and then took his dick into her mouth. Souleymane hummed to himself as Hawa sucked his dick, and she shot him a look. Grinning, Souleymane shut up and tried to relax as Hawa’s lovely head bobbed up and down while fellating him.

“Let’s do this,” Hawa said, once she deemed Souleymane sufficiently hard, and the brother nodded. Drawing Hawa into his arms, he kissed her, tasting himself on her lips and not caring. Hawa wrapped her arms around Souleymane, kissing him, and at the same time, drawing him into herself. Souleymane fastened his lips to Hawa’s nipples, and began fingering her pussy. Hawa batted Souleymane’s hands away, and grabbed his dick.

“Hmm, alright,” Souleymane said, and Hawa grinned, and wrapped her thick legs around him, nodding meaningfully. Souleymane rolled a condom on his dick, then pressed his hardness against her, and a sighing Hawa welcomed him inside. With a swift thrust he entered her. Hawa gritted her teeth, welcoming the deliciously hot pain and wicked pleasure she felt inside as Souleymane’s thick dick invaded her pussy. At last, Hawa and her boo were finally one…

“I like it doggy style,” Hawa said, a little while later, and Souleymane watched as the young woman got on all fours, shaking her big ass at him. Hawa’s transformation from pious, conservatively attired and Hijab-wearing Muslim sister to booty-shaking sex kitten was wonderful, and Souleymane playfully smacked her ass before he pushed his dick into her. Just like that, they resumed fucking…

“I like how you roll, Hawa, we’re going to get along just fine, Muslim Freaks United,” Souleymane said, as Hawa rolled off of him, after riding his dick for what seemed like hours. The Mauritanian Muslim brother lay there, his big body covered in sweat. Hawa grinned, and gently pressed her curvy, glistening body against his. The young Somali woman looked like she was about to say something, but what she did next surprised the hell out of Souleymane…

“Awesome, I’ve got to pee, and when I come back, get ready for another round,” Hawa said, and just like that, she got up and headed to the nearby washroom. Souleymane’s eyes followed Hawa’s every move, and he was quite surprised when she stopped, let out a loud fart, then turned around and winked at him. Souleymane grinned and shook his head, and a laughing Hawa disappeared into the washroom. I love nasty Muslim women, Souleymane thought to himself, and he began stroking his hard dick in anticipation of Hawa’s return.

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The following story is fiction and does not describe any real person or situation in particular. All characters are at least eighteen.

*

Back in high school I had a huge crush on a girl named Jenny. I mean a HUGE crush. She had the most gorgeous blue eyes, luxurious dark hair that went down past her shoulders, beautiful full breasts, and a marvelous sultry voice.

Jenny was also fantastic at the art of flirting. Outgoing and friends with everyone, she loved physical contact. Long hugs, light touches on the shoulder, and gentle hand holding during conversation were just a few of the sweet gestures Jenny would use to make you feel really special. When she blew you a kiss she made you feel like the only person in her universe.

Jenny and I were great friends all through high school but I was always too shy to tell her how much I loved her. Instead, I cherished every hug, every smile, every kiss on the cheek, and said nothing.

That is, until ten years later.

I never really cared much for class reunions, and hadn’t planned to go to my 10th, but Jenny had sent me an email a few weeks prior telling me she would be there and asked if I was coming.

For her, I’d go anywhere.

The first reunion event was a Friday night football game at the high school. Neither of us were ever interested in the sports teams so Jenny asked me to meet her in the parking lot where we all used to hang out after school. When I arrived the lot was full of cars but everyone was across campus in the stadium. As soon as I got out of my car I heard Jenny’s voice.

“Well hey there handsome.” Just hearing her beautiful sultry voice made my heart beat faster. I turned around and saw Jenny standing under a street lamp with her hands on her hips.

I had been looking forward to seeing Jenny so much that I wanted to remember this moment forever. As she smiled and began sauntering towards me I took in every detail of her appearance. Jenny was wearing a one-piece, sleeved red dress with a cute little flowing skirt that stopped just above her knees, showing off her gorgeous legs. As she walked her skirt swayed teasingly with her hips and her lovely dark hair bounded lightly on her shoulders. Her black leather boots had two-inch heels and came half way up her beautifully toned calves. To top it off, Jenny’s perfect blue eyes were looking at me through a pair of lovely black-framed glasses, giving her the quintessential “hot secretary” look.

“Wow Jenny,” my voice almost cracked, “you look incredible.”

“Its good to see you too,” Jenny smiled giving me a wonderful long hug. Even the scent of her hair was beautiful.

“We need to talk,” I said as we finished hugging, “I’ve got something I need to say to you.”

Jenny smiled slightly and gently took my hand. “Me too.” She turned around and looked over her shoulder at me. “I know where we can go and not be disturbed. Come on.”

Jenny led me by the hand into the nearest school building. Opening the main door we walked down the hall into a large classroom. In the corner of the room was a door leading to a small office.

“How did you know these would be unlocked?” I asked.

Jenny opened the office door and led me inside. “I just pretended to be a teacher and asked a custodian to leave it open for me when they finished for the night.”

“I’m impressed,” I complimented her as she closed and locked the office door from the inside.

Jenny walked over to the teacher’s desk, hopping up to perch on the edge with her gorgeous legs crossed and dangling a few inches above the floor. I sat down in a nearby chair facing her, not knowing exactly how to say what I wanted to tell her.

“Well?” Jenny rested her chin on her hand, giving me a flirty look. “Are we just going to undress each other with our eyes?”

Her question caught me off guard. I think she loved doing that.

“Um, well…” I started, “I don’t actually know how to say this.”

“Use words,” Jenny cocked her head to one side and smiled, “that usually works best.”

“Yeah,” I said nervously. “Okay, here goes. You remember how much we hung out in high school as friends? Well, what I never told you was…um…” My voice cracked.

Jenny leaned towards me and placed her hand gently on my knee. “Its okay…tell me.”

Deep breath. “I never told you that I had fallen in love with you.”

Jenny’s smile was the sweetest I had ever seen, her gorgeous blue eyes beginning to well up. “You finally said it.”

Her response snapped me back to the present. “Wait…you knew?”

Jenny peered at me over the top of her glasses and nodded. “Yes.”

“Mygod Jen. Why didn’t you tell me you knew?”

Jenny gently caressed my cheek and looked deep into my eyes. “Because I loved you too, and I didn’t want to hurt you.”

My heart jumped when I heard those words. “What do you mean you ‘didn’t want to hurt me.’?”

Jenny stopped smiling and took my hand in hers. “I’m a lesbian.”

My jaw gürsu escort hit the floor. “What?”

Jenny nodded. “I wasn’t sure back then, I just knew that I wasn’t sexually attracted to boys, so I had friends instead of lovers. I’ve been with guys but never for very long. If you had told me you were in love with me back then I would have had to hurt you, and I never wanted to do that.”

I sat back in my chair completely floored. I hesitated to ask, “…and now?”

“Now I know who I am, and I love my life,” Jenny answered. “I only regret one thing, which is why I wanted to see you tonight.”

“What is it?” I asked timidly.

Jenny moved her hand between my legs and rubbed my cock gently through my pants as she whispered softly in my ear. “I want to make you happy.”

Closing her eyes, Jenny leaned in, her lips touching mine in a long sensual kiss. I sighed in pleasure as years of desire and longing began to pour out of me. Her lips parted and our tongues found each other. Her sweet moans were beautiful to listen to, and mygod she could kiss!

After several minutes of wonderfully intense kissing, Jenny pulled back and caressed my cheek, smiling at me lovingly.

“Jenny…” I began, “you don’t have to…”

Jenny gently put her hand over my mouth as if she knew what I was thinking. “Shhh,” she whispered, moistening her lips, “Its okay. You’ve waited long enough for me. I’m not going to make you wait any longer.”

Hopping off the desk, Jenny hiked up the skirt of her dress and reached underneath to slide her lovely black lace panties down to her boots, stepping out of them one shapely leg at a time.

“I wore these just for you,” Jenny smiled teasingly as she placed her panties on the desk. “I thought you’d like them.”

Hopping back onto the desk, Jenny straddled the corner and spread her legs, pulling up her skirt to expose her beautiful pussy. I almost passed out when she began rubbing her clit with her other hand.

“Come on handsome,” Jenny said as she pleasured herself just inches in front of me, “lets see if you can make me come.”

Accepting her challenge, I leaned in closer and pushed her legs further apart. Placing my head between Jenny’s amazing thighs I began licking her pussy.

“Mmmmmm,” Jenny laid her head back and sighed beautifully, running her hands through my hair as I lapped away like a puppy.

“That’s it loverboy,” Jenny encouraged me as I went down on her. “Right there.”

With my hands I lightly caressed Jenny’s inner thighs, causing her body to shiver involuntarily.

“Ooooooo,” Jenny twitched as the tickling sensation from my fingers sensitized her entire body. Her hips began thrusting back and forth in tiny jerks, trying to grind her pussy on my mouth.

The first time my tongue made contact with her clit Jenny gasped. “Ohgod!” She threw her head back and pumped her hips as I worked the most sensitive pleasure spot of her body with my warm moist mouth.

“Ohmygod!” Jenny said gripping my hair in tension. “You are REALLY good at that.”

I smiled, continuing to work her pussy as we talked. “Thank you…(lick)…Ever think…(lick)…about switching (lick) sides?”

Jenny was in a haze of pleasure. “If…fuck…I did you’d be…ohmygod…the fir…dammit…first…ohfuck…to know.”

Faster and faster I teased Jenny’s sensitive clit, thoroughly enjoying her sighs and gasps of pleasure as I worked her into a frenzy.

“Oooohhhh that feels soooooo good,” Jenny rolled her head around, her beautiful hair falling about her shoulders.

I began fluttering my tongue on Jenny’s pussy as fast as I could. She screamed and wrapped her legs tight around my body, her hips bucking hard as her boots slammed into my back on every thrust.

“Oh fuck!” Jenny threw her head back and bounced up and down as the pleasure took over. “That’s it. Eat my pussy! Ohgod that feels amazing!! OH!!! WHAT ARE YOU DOING TO ME?!? OHGOD!!!”

I held onto her hips for balance as I kissed and sucked and licked Jenny’s fully erect clit. I could feel Jenny’s entire body envelop me and hold me tight as she came.

“OH FUCK! FUCK!! FUCK!!! FUCK!!!!!” Jenny was screaming the walls down. I didn’t let up though, continuing to lick and suck on her clit as she writhed on the desk. She tried to pull my head away from her pussy but I took her wrists and held them down on the desk, forcing her to take more from me. “OHGOD!!! NO DON’T!!! OH FUCK I’M COMING AGAIN!!!” Jenny screamed as she came hard a second time.

“OHGOD!!! PLEASE STOP!!! ITS TOO SENSITIVE!!! OHGODAAAAHHHH!!!”

I could feel Jenny’s pussy contracting as I continued to assault her clit with my tongue. I loved Jenny, but there was a tiny part of me that wanted to torture her for playing with my mind all those years, even if it wasn’t intentional. So I kept on.

“PLEASE!!!! NO MORE!!!! FUCK!!!!! I’M BEGGING YOU!!!!! OHGOD NO!!! I CAN’T TAKE ANY MOOOOOOREAAAAHHHH!!!!!”

I hendek escort was raping her clit with my mouth, pulling the most beautiful cries of agony and pleasure from her as she came again.

“OH PLEASE!!! ITS TOO MUCH!!! I CAN’T STOP COMING!!! OH FUCK!!!!! PLEASE!!!! I’LL DO ANYTHING!!!!!”

Jenny’s entire body was bucking so violently we were about to fall off the desk. I licked and sucked her through one more screaming orgasm before finally pulling away.

“AAAAAHHHHH!!!!!” Jenny collapsed on the desk, her legs falling to the side and her entire body convulsing in unbelievable pleasure and relief. Tears fell from her beautiful blue eyes, her large breasts heaving from the ordeal.

I moved to the side of the desk where Jenny rested her head and gently touched her cheek, wiping away a tear. As she began to clear her head, Jenny put her arms around me and began to sob. She wasn’t sad, it was just a huge release of tension. I held her tight and lovingly stroked her hair as Jenny cried it out.

“Shhh,” I soothed her, “its okay. You were amazing.”

Jenny’s steamy blue eyes looked up at me. “You were unbelievable.”

I smiled. “Are you sure you’re a lesbian?”

Jenny tilted her head to the side and smiled teasingly. “Are you sure you aren’t?”

We both giggled.

Jenny kissed me on the nose and hopped off the desk. “My turn.”

“What?” I asked sitting up.

“My turn to do you,” Jenny said turning around and pointing to the back of her dress, “unzip me.”

I got up and walked over to her. “Are you sure about this Jen?” I asked unzipping her dress all the way down her back.

“Sure, I’ve done guys before.” Jenny pulled her arms out of the sleeves and let her dress fall to the floor. Her exquisitely full breasts were held beautifully by a black lace bra that matched her already discarded panties.

“Yeah, but if you aren’t sexually attracted to men…” I stopped in mid-question as Jenny unhooked the front closure of her bra and pulled the straps off her shoulders, revealing the most gorgeous breasts I’d ever seen.

“You were saying?” Jenny stood with her hands on her hips fully naked in front of me save the really sexy black boots and her black-framed glasses. Mygod she looked so hot.

“Um…I just was wondering…” I couldn’t stop staring at Jenny’s perfect body, “…damn you’re so sexy…”

Jenny pursed her lips and smiled. “Hey, my eyes are up here.”

I snapped out of my trance. “Oh right…um…wondering if you can actually enjoy having sex with a man. I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do.”

Jenny took my hand and guided me to sit in the chair. Crouching down, she looked up at me while unzipping my pants.

“For me, this isn’t about sex. Its about love.” Jenny’s gorgeous blue eyes began to well up. “I love you, and I want to give this to you. You waited so long for me. Please…let me give this to you.”

Her words warmed my heart like a sunbeam through a window. Tugging my pants down, Jenny stood up and straddled me on the chair. Flinging her hair back, Jenny wrapped her arms around my neck and placed the tip of my cock at the entrance to her pussy, her piercing eyes locking on mine.

“Ready?” Jenny’s sultry voice had never been sexier.

I nodded. “Yes…I love you.”

Jenny closed her eyes and parted her lips, giving me the most gentle loving kiss I’d ever experienced. Then she slowly lowered her pussy down onto my waiting cock. My hard shaft parted her pussy lips and tunneled into her. Jenny’s mouth fell open as her warm, moist, and tight pussy enveloped my cock inch by inch.

“Ohmygod you’re big,” Jenny gasped as she came to rest her bare ass on my lap, her pussy completely filled with my staff.

I sat still, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being completely inside her. I had dreamed for years about what it would feel like to have my cock inside Jenny’s pussy. As I took in the vision of Jenny’s beautiful figure sitting on my cock in front of me, I knew it had been worth the wait.

Jenny leaned towards me and gave me a long deep passionate kiss. At the same time, she began rolling her hips on my member. The circular motions worked the tip of my cock and put amazing pressure on my shaft at the same time.

“Um!” I gasped mid-kiss as Jenny humped my cock with amazing movements of her hips, her pussy gripping me firmly from all directions.

“Ohgod Jenny!” I finally broke the kiss and laid my head back. “When did you learn how to do THAT?”

Jenny grabbed the back of my head and flashed a sly smile at me. “I’ve learned a lot of things the past few years.”

Pulling my hair to force my head back, Jenny attacked me with her mouth; deep kissing me with her tongue, sucking on my lips, blowing gently in my ears, licking my cheeks, and nibbling on my neck underneath my chin. Her moans and sighs were beautiful to hear as she completely overloaded my senses with her affection.

“Oh ilkadım escort fuck Jen!” I was putty in her arms. “I love you. I love you so much.”

Jenny continued her kissing assault as she began riding my cock, her hips bobbing up and down in a steady rhythm. “I love (kiss) you too (kiss) you sweet (lick) sweet (kiss) man. I hope I’m (kiss) everything (lick) you always (kiss) dreamed of.”

“Ohgod Jen,” I gasped from all the sensations she was giving me. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“You don’t have to wait anymore.” Jenny increased her speed, bobbing up and down faster on my shaft. “I’m here fucking you right now.” Jenny could have easily made me come quickly, but she intentionally took her time, drawing out my pleasure so I could just enjoy being inside her.

Jenny noticed I was watching her wonderfully full breasts bouncing up and down with her. She guided my head into her bosom and I latched onto her breasts, suckling on her firm erect nipples as I gave equal attention to both of her glorious mounds.

“There, that’s it,” Jenny said stroking the back of my head as I nursed on her. “Take all of me. I’m yours to have.”

I licked and sucked on her perfect breasts as she increased her speed, humping my shaft faster and faster while I moaned and sighed in pleasure.

Jenny leaned close to whisper in my ear. I’ve got one more surprise for you.”

“Ohgod what!?!” I didn’t know what else I could take.

Jenny smiled knowingly. “This.”

I suddenly felt Jenny’s pussy contracting around my cock and holding it firmly as she bounced.

Ohgod Jen!” I stopped working on her breasts and leaned my head back. “What are you doing to me?”

Jen smiled and contracted her pussy muscles around my cock again. “Do you like that?” She asked already knowing the answer.

“Oh fuck yes!” I cried out. “How are you doing that?”

“I can contract my pussy muscles whenever I want.” Jenny smiled, her pussy gripping my cock again as if it had a mind of its own. “Like that.”

“Fuck Jen!” I gasped. “You’re going to make me come.”

Jenny began humping me at full speed, contracting her pussy to pull an agonizing cry of ecstasy out of me every few seconds. “Go ahead and come then. That’s what I’m here for.”

“Oh shit!” I yelled as another contraction rocked my world. “I need to pull out Jen.”

“Look at me,” Jenny insisted, fucking me into oblivion. I raised my head and looked into her gorgeous deep blue eyes.

“Its okay,” Jen said to me, my cock literally being milked by her amazing pussy.

“But…I…ohgod…” I started to ask when Jenny placed her hand gently over my lips.

“Shhh,” she comforted me. “My pussy is yours. Come inside me.”

Jenny contracted her pussy on my cock once more and actually pulled the orgasm out of me.

“OHHHMYYYGOD!!!” I cried out as I unloaded wave after wave of liquid into Jenny’s beautiful, amazing pussy. Jenny muffled my yell with a long hard passionate kiss as she rolled her hips on my cock, pulling every ounce of liquid from my shaft.”

“MMMMMMM!!!!!” I screamed into Jenny’s mouth as the most powerful orgasm I had ever experienced overloaded all of my senses. Jenny kissed and held me through it, her beautiful pussy completely draining my cock of everything I could give.

Jenny brought me down slowly, gradually decreasing her hip movements, contracting her pussy less and less, and her long passionate embrace changing into sweet loving kisses. I tried to get control of my breathing as Jenny stroked my hair in tender caresses. Finally, as our heads began to clear, we both gazed into each other’s eyes…and started to laugh.

“I’ve never been fucked by a lesbian before,” I joked. “Are all of you that good?”

Jenny hopped of my lap and gave me a peck on the cheek. “Nope, just me.”

I smiled as I began putting my trousers back on. “Thank you. I know that must have been…awkward to do.”

Jenny smiled as she put her bra back on and picked up her dress. “You are so sweet, but I told you, I love you and I wanted to give this to you.” She put her arms in her dress and turned around. “Can you zip me up?”

I walked over to her and zipped up her dress. “Jenny…answer me one thing.”

“Sure,” Jenny took her panties and stepped back into them, tugging the lace underwear up her shapely legs and over her beautiful pussy…that I had just been inside.

“Did you…enjoy being with me?” I had to know.

Jenny smiled sweetly and looked at me with those blue eyes I had fallen in love with so long ago. “Yes,” she kissed me sweetly on the lips, “yes I did.”

Since then Jenny has had several relationships with other women and enjoys being physical with them. She is totally open about her sexual preferences and very comfortable about identifying herself as a lesbian. Jen even told me she never wants to be sexual with a man ever again…except for me. Jenny told me I was the only man in her life and that she would always be with me when I wanted.

Jenny and I still meet up from time to time. I never know what to expect from her but we always have a marvelous experience together. Once she showed up with her female BFF from high school and the three of us…well…that’s a different story entirely.

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“All done!” Emily said cheerily.

I squinted at the light as the blindfold fell away. I instinctively moved my hand to cover my eyes but it came up far short. My hands and feet were all held in leather cuffs and secured to the corners of the bed in a tight spread eagle. Emily liked me in this arrangement, and I found myself here often. She always managed to come up with a number of ways to make it very interesting for both of us. Usually, it involved teasing and edging me until I was desperate before finally letting me release in a massive orgasm.

This time, Emily had claimed she had something rather special in store for me.

Blinking several times, I lifted my head to look down at my penis. Emily had been fiddling with it a moment ago, and I was very curious to see what she’d come up with.

“A sock?” I asked.

But no, I looked more closely. It was like my entire penis and scrotum was covered in a tightly form-fitting black mesh fabric. The fabric was joined to a gold ring looped around just the scrotum tightly enough that the balls could not come through. Another ring was looped around both the base of the penis and the scrotum and a third ring was looped around just the base of the penis.

“The metal rings are anodized titanium,” Emily proudly said, but I was more focused on the odd fabric covering.

“Another chastity cage?” I asked.

“Well, you could say that, but this is nothing like anything we’ve tried before.”

As she explained, I could feel myself start to get hard. To my surprise, the fabric stretched and my erection grew unabated. The rings around my penis were large enough to accommodate the full erection. As I watched it grow, Emily started to remove the leather cuffs.

“The fabric is a specially-designed carbon-composite mesh. Go ahead and try it out,” she said, a slight smile forming at the corners of her mouth.

I reached down and started to gently stroke my penis, but the fabric prevented any sensation Porno 64 from getting through. I tried to squeeze harder to get some friction, but wherever I did this the fabric seemed to sort of seize up and stopped me from getting any purchase.

“What the heck?”

Emily laughed.

“I told you this was different.”

I started to examine it more closely, and noticed the fabric had four long ridges running from the base to the tip of my penis. One on the underside, another on top, and two more on each side. There were similar ridges running around my trapped testicles.

“Ah, those are the best feature,” Emily said, as she tapped a button on her phone. “Gentle tease.”

The phone gave a soft beep as it recognized the words. I felt a gentle vibration and some pressure all around the base of my penis. The sensation traveled up my penis in a slow undulating wave. I gasped slightly as it arrived at the tip, and found myself short of breath as it moved back down again. As it started it’s travel upward again, I started to thrust my hips and grabbed it with my hand. But as before, I couldn’t get any sensation through my hand. Anything I tried only dulled the feeling from those ridges as the fabric became more rigid as a result of my attempts.

I gave up on using my hand as I felt myself quickly approaching an orgasm. But as I did, the wave slowed, the vibrations lessened, and the pressure was reduced. I realized there was no way I would be able to finish like this. On the other hand, I was pretty sure there was no way I would be able to stand either.

“This is a gentle tease?!” I managed to ask in between strokes.

She just laughed again though.

“I’ve got some things I need to do this morning, so I’ll let you enjoy that for a while before we explore some of the other features,” Emily said as she walked out of the room.

“Wait!” I called, as I tried to get up to chase after her, but Porno 92 just then that slow wave reached the tip of my penis and I fell back to the bed as my hips started thrusting involuntarily. “Ah… ahhh” were the closest things to words that I managed as a followup before the bedroom door closed.

I could only lay there as the wave receded, and then wave after wave after wave followed. The sensation, especially in the most sensitive areas on the glans and the area around the frenulum, was absolutely unreal. My cock was dripping pre-cum onto my belly. Despite all this, I was not able to orgasm, or even really come particularly close to orgasm. But as long as this kept up, I wouldn’t be able to do anything or think about anything except the maddening sensations on my penis. I was totally unrestrained, but also totally helpless.

I don’t know how long I was there. I was dripping in sweat when Emily came back, an event that barely registered in my mind. She sat in a plush chair we have in the corner of the bedroom and watched me for several minutes. I could feel the fatigue in the muscles in my quads, abs, and gluteals. The wave reached the tip again. All my muscles tensed up as I thrust my hips and struggled to breathe until it at last receded.

She watched me for a few moments more. “You’re in quite the state,” she finally interjected.

I was snapped back to reality.

“Please I can’t take this any more,” I panted.

“It looks like you’re enjoying this quite a bit, but I would really like to try out some more features of your new friend. I think this is perhaps the one you’re most looking forward to.”

She tapped a key on your phone again, and carefully intoned into the mouthpiece some magic words, “Powerful orgasm.”

The phone beeped and the sensations changed immediately. The slow undulating, subtly vibrating wave was replaced by multiple quicker, powerful waves. One wave concentrated on the Pornolar porno tip of my penis and frenulum, while a second wave traveled up and down the shaft. The ridges around my testicles started a gentle vibration as well. It was not long at all before I was pushed over the edge as I once more thrust my hips, pushed my head back and tightly shut my eyes.

A massive orgasm crashed over me as the pent-up energy was finally released all at once. Just as it started, the waves adjusted and slowed, concentrating more on the frenulum and shaft but keeping gentle vibration on the glans. The effect was to prolong the orgasm. Wave after wave of orgasm hit me, and even after I had spent of all my semen, gentle pulses of pressure and vibration managed to keep the sensation going. The waves continued, growing gradually less and less powerful until finally all sensation stopped. It must have gone on for more than a minute.

It was several moments before I opened my eyes again. She was there, watching me.

“How was it?”

“I’ve never felt anything close to that. I didn’t know anything like that was possible.”

I looked down and saw a huge puddle of cum on my stomach and chest. It had just gone right through the fabric mesh. The fabric itself looked like it was still totally clean.

“So, good?”

I just nodded.

“I’d like you to keep wearing it for a while,” Emily said. “There’s lots more interesting things to discover. If you don’t want to, we don’t have to use the cage any more.”

After that experience, there was really only one answer in my mind. “Of course I want to keep going,” I said.

“But if we keep it,” she continued, “then I’ll be in control. It will push your boundaries. I’ll warn you that not everything the cage can do will be quite as much fun for you. You’ll get other opportunities to decide to opt out later, but not for a long while.”

This was a bit more serious than we’d ever been in our chastity play in the past. Especially the idea of not being able to opt out. But I trusted her. And I was still exhausted and in the glow of that shattering orgasm, so maybe I wasn’t thinking clearly. Maybe I just wanted to do anything to be able to experience that again.

“Let’s keep it on.” I said.

Emily just smiled.

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The other shoe drops!

POV = Jesse Wright

The wife Mabel Wright sat, curled up on the couch, quietly sobbing so as to not to disturb her husband. Afraid of another berating, afraid of another beating. Afraid of being raped again. Afraid, afraid.

He was strolling around the house preparing to go out for the evening. He had a date waiting for him to swing by and pick her up. Snickering at the good fucking he had forced on his slave wife. Well, good for him anyway. She no longer had an opinion he had to consider. Jesse whistling as he stood in front of the bathroom mirror, carefully combing his hair back.

“Damn! It’s Good to be the King!”

As he left, he growled at her “Bitch, don’t wait up. Go to bed at ten tonight. Get your slut ass out of bed and have breakfast ready for me at seven, tomorrow morning. Go to work and see if the shop is going to open. If not, take the rest of the morning to start looking for another job. Be home by noon and fix me a hot lunch. I’ll let you know about your chores for the afternoon and what I will expect for supper.”

He shut the door firmly behind him without another word. She could hear him get in his truck, start it up and pull out of the driveway. Off to do whatever he wanted to do this evening. Off to do whoever he wanted to do it too this evening.

This was the next few days of numb despair and hopeless submission for Mabel Wright. Lucky for her, her husband was getting laid by somebody so he only raped her once more that week.

She endured.

What else can a woman do when the man owns her?

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POV = Mabel Wright

The ex-wife Kate Deever, had come looking for the alimony and child support owing from her missing ex-husband, Kenny Deever. Since there was no one else to accept responsibility, the Bank made it clear they would cooperate with her taking over the shop. They didn’t want to have another embarrassing write-off due to their poor lending practices. She had worked there for years before she and Kenny had divorced. So Kate knew how to run the business.

There wasn’t enough equity to settle the outstanding personal debts and business loans and the mortgage on the burnt house. The Insurance Company had made it clear that they refused to reward arson. What was left of Kenny Deever’s house would eventually be bulldozed and the plot sold at no profit for anyone.

The shop did reopen, at least I still had a job and Kate is a competent and a fair boss. That took some of that pressure off of me. Of course this meant that I couldn’t be home to fix my husband’s ‘hot lunches’.

Jesse just shrugged it off with a casual punch to my belly. Just to make it clear he was still the master of the house and I better not fail to prepare whatever supper he would order me to fix.

At least half the evenings I didn’t even have to do that much. Jesse would call me and tell me he would not be home for supper and what time he expected me to be in bed.

Last night he came home roaring drunk. I think he had been celebrating winning a big bet in some football pool. He wanted to fuck but was too drunk to maintain his erection and of course it must be my fault. So my Loving Husband punched me around for a few minutes before exhausted he staggered to the bathroom and made a mess in there. Then he fell into bed and I had to get it all cleaned up before he awakened.

I have had one piece of good luck, one bit of peace. My precious little ones do not have to watch and listen to their mother being tormented. Jesse never even asked where they were! My Sister-in-Law Lucy and my Mother-in-Law were caring for James and Joan at Lucy’s house for a while with her twins.

Lucy’s husband Rodger Norris has also disappeared. He is presumed to have driven off into the sunset in a drunken stupor. Except it was just an old Nissan pickup he was last seen driving, not a Mustang.

The next morning, grumbling about his hangover, Jesse sneered at me as I cringed from him while serving his breakfast. He ordered me to go get dressed for work. I think he was going to be gloating all day, thinking of the humiliation for me having to publicly display his masculine dominance to everybody I worked with.

The other women, even Kate, commiserated with me, offering their sympathy for having to put up with my husband’s abuse. The youngest girl, she was new to our town having married a local boy while they were both in the Service. She asked me why I didn’t go to the Township Police.

That set off bitter laughter from all the rest of us women. “The cops here are all male and grew up together. Hell, probably most of them are related by blood or marriage to half the township. Here the police are a family business. They can’t be bothered with domestic disputes.”

In a small voice, Kate muttered “Sometimes, even the death of a woman at the hands of her husband will at worst, be officially recorded as Rokettube porno an accident or suicide.”

Then a couple of the women, in hushed tones, named two of the dead women they had known, who had been so callously, officially ignored.

That afternoon, Kate needed some paperwork from her missing husband’s attorney and the lawyer sent Margie, who is a paralegal and the wife of my husband’s best friend. She looked at my facial bruises and the awkward way I was walking, with horror on her face. Before she left back to her office, Maggie asked Kate if she could use her office to talk privately to me.

Marge bluntly asked “Mabel! Why the hell are letting Jesse treat you like this? Damnit, our office would give you a loan against your inheritance. You could get away, go to the Capitol, get a divorce attorney. Your husband would lose big time if you got a divorce before your Uncle dies.”

Confused, I had to have her explain about my Uncles Last Will naming me his heir to all the main property he owned. He had it leased out to a neighboring rancher for an adequate annual income to pay for the hospice he is lingering in. Even the taxes and assessments were paid up.

I finally understood what she was telling me.

A faint flicker of hope went through me.

Then she dropped the Big Bomb on me. “Yeah, uh your husband and I. Uh,we, well dammitt! Jesse and I were uhmm, talking a few weeks ago and I told him about it. I thought he would have explained it to you by now?”

I stammered something out to Marge. Trying to fob her off so I could think about this news and what it meant for my situation. Realizing I needed to be alone to think, she left after urging me to come in and talk to her boss about what I could expect when my Uncle passes.

Kate was kind enough to leave me to myself in her office for the next half-hour. I quickly realized that this knowledge explained a lot! Like, why my husband hadn’t kicked me out and divorced me.

Oh, we’ve all heard Jesse’s drunken rants, just like his father, against “Cheating Wives and Girlfriends”. “Once a slut cheats, she’s always a cheat and never give her a break.” “Women should be harshly punished for disrespecting their husbands or boyfriends.”

Considering the times Jesse had stepped out on me over our marriage, how come he doesn’t owe me any respect? Where’s his duty to his family, his wife and children? Pretty damn low on his list of penis-driven priorities.

All that puffed up pride and swaggering Male domination, damnation? of us unworthy cunts. Yeah, his “universal” and “absolute” “moral” qualms against women accused of being unfaithful.

That hypocritical bullshit was so easily, so conveniently forgotten when there is a fortune to be seized. An inheritance to which he has no legitimate claim except through me. And only as I dispose!

But I had two immediate problems to resolve. My husband was hiding the evidence that could convict me of murder. And no one, not even the local police would protect me from him if he decided to become more violent. Even if he held our children hostage from me.

If he thought I might escape his chains, he would either expose me as a adulterous killer or beat me to death himself if he thought he would lose access to my inheritance. His ego would figure, without the inheritance there is no longer any reason to keep me around any longer.

I hope he doesn’t realize that if he did kill me, my inheritance would go to our children with him as legal guardian. If he isn’t already planning to do away with me. It’s just a matter of time, till that horrible thought occurs to that horrible man!

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If I can drunkenly murder the man I loved…

Sober, can I murder the man I hate?

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Do I have the courage to strike before he does?

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Jesse slammed the door open as he stood there braced up against the jamb. I’d guess so he wouldn’t fall down. His bloodshot eyes squinted at me and with a sneer he greeted me with a drunken slur. “Hey! There’s my slut wife!”

Behind him, his two friends Brad and Stoner left him propped up, to stagger their own way back to their pickup with shouted ribald jokes about how Jesse should ‘do’ me. A couple of the neighbors stepped outside to see what the hell all the racket was about. Mr. Polanski shouted at the two noisy jerks to shut up! Children were trying to sleep.

They drove off with a crash of gears, a squeal of tires and a blare of horn to let all the neighbors know they don’t give a fuck about their complaints.

Jesse just wavered his way in and slammed the door shut behind him. He knew better then to get into another confrontation with Polanski. Our long-time neighbor had been a lumberjack and a trucker. Now he was Union Local officer. Rus porno Last time Jesse got into the big Polack’s face it was Jesse whose face got rearranged.

I kinda hoped for a repeat performance but I guess my husband wasn’t that drunk stupid enough yet. Pity.

He staggered over to the kitchen table and plopped himself down in his chair. Propped up from one hand on the table and his other draped over the back of the chair. Jesse gave me a glare and snarled “So killer, where the fuck is my supper!”

He laughed as I flinched at the name calling. I got his plate out of the warm oven, pulled off the aluminum foil I had covered it with and placed it in front of my husband with some utensils. He looked down and sneered and demanded “What the fuck is this slop! Gimme a beer!”

I took a cold Pabst out for him and set it in front of him. He grabbed my wrist and pulled me close as I stammered “Tha, that’s what you told me this morning to fix you. Pot roast and potatoes. Just how you like’em.”

I scrunched up my face in pain from the way he was twisting my wrist. He enjoyed my look of pain and fear when he wanted to hurt me. But I didn’t dare say anything. Complaining would setoff his hair-trigger temper even worse. On a drunken whim I guess he just shoved me away. I barely kept from falling down by ramming my hip into the counter and desperately hanging on.

My husband laughed as he watched me limp away, rubbing the bruises on my wrist. Sucking down the beer between a couple of mouthfuls of meat and potatoes. Then he just shoved the plate away, tossed the can into the trash and got up to get himself another Pabst out of the refrigerator.

Wandering into the living room. He threw himself on the couch and started flipping through the TV channels. I went to recover his plate with the foil and set it in the refrigerator.

I followed him into the living room and as he didn’t seem to be fixated on any of the shows, in a timid voice I asked if he wanted something else to eat?

“Stupid bitch. Get me a bag of chips.”

I got down a large bag of the extra-spicy barbecue chips he likes and opened it before I took it too him. I was cleaning up the kitchen when I heard him yell for me.

“Get your fat ass in here, slut!”

I rushed in, just in time to have him throw the empty beer can at me bouncing it off my left boob. He thought that was a funny joke. “Get me another, stupid.”

I brought in another beer, he was still chortling and I doubt if it was whatever TV show was on that was setting off his funny-bone. I could hear him loudly chewing on the chips.

Back in the kitchen I stopped and steadied myself against the sink counter. I could see a faint reflection of my face in the night-darken window over the sink. I looked at myself and realized my chance has come. Make myself take back my life or I’ll never have the courage to free myself from his cruelty.

My hands had been shaking, in fear, anxiety, I guess? But the shivers stopped, I held them out and they were almost steady. As steady as my newfound resolve.

I opened the cabinet under the sink and pulled out a bottle of bourbon whiskey and left it on the counter by the sink.

With a deep breath, I turned and walked back into the living room. This time I pretended to cringe and duck as the can he threw came right at my face. Just as I had expected. He about fell off the couch laughing at my pretense of fear, spilling chips all over.

I turned and went back to the kitchen and opened another can of beer, then pored some into a plastic cup I set aside for later use. Using a long-neck funnel so it’ll go deep into the can I then poured in a shot of whiskey and swirled it around.

After taking it out to Jesse, he just drank it with mouthfuls of the spicy chips. Far as I could tell, he didn’t even notice the change in flavor from the added bourbon. He’d have a good laugh every time he hit me with a can. Each time I replaced one, I added a good shot of the bourbon.

He was barely able to focus his eyes when I sat down on the couch with him. Now for the really dangerous part. Trying to trick my husband into revealing where my lover was buried. With the evidence that could convict me of Kenny Deever’s murder.

Jesse started roughly pawing at me, barely able to control himself, muttering about giving me the ‘good whore fucking’ I deserved.

I started whispering how strong and manly and how clever he was to dominate a bitch like me. I rubbed his crotch telling him what a super stud he is and how all the other women want to take him away from me because his cock is so big and he’s the boss cocksman of the town.

I continued to whisper “You knew how to get the job done and could beat the crap out of any wimp who crosses you. I’m just a stupid whore to have told him where Deever’s body is hidden and Jesse would always own my ass and cunt and mouth.”

‘Yeah, you stupid whore, just Seks filmi a coupl’a miles past the railroad crossing to the Four and up the creek.”

That was the most coherent sentence I could get out of him. Two more beers, each with another shot of whiskey and he finally passed out. Now I had to make a decision. Did I learn enough? That bit about ” the Four and up the creek”, I’ve heard that before. I think, no I’m sure I have! And I don’t think it was the night I went crazy and killed Kenny. From some time before that terrible night. I was wracking my brain for a dim memory.

I watched my husband sprawled across the couch, drooling like a pig on a pillow. Fuck! I jumped up and away as his bladder let go and he pissed his pants. Looking down at him brought up the memory of his asshole father laid out in his well-deserved coffin. Like father, like son? A whispered prayer from my mouth to God’s ear!

Then I started to remember from years ago, a barbecue at his parent’s trailer home. The men, standing around the glowing kettle in the graveled yard. Drinking and smoking dope as usual. Bullshitting as usual. I was sitting in a lawn chair next to the door stoop. It was a lot cooler out here then inside the doublewide.

I had to get out of the crowd of women and children inside. I think I was like six or seven months pregnant with Joan at the time. The heat of the crowd and the cigarette smoke and noise of everyone chattering at once was making me feel sick.

Suddenly Jesse and his father started loudly arguing over a hunt they’d been on a few years previous. Must’a been the liquor talking, they kept interrupting each other just to wind up repeating what the other man already had said. Stupid drunk talk! What the hell else could you expect from those two?

A few years before this time, the two of them had been hunting on some ranch land and a sudden storm caught Jesse and his father, by surprise. They found shelter in an abandoned mine tunnel. It was in the Rockyhills, a creek ran down from it to County Road Four. A couple of miles past a railroad crossing.

Okay, now I was confident that I could find the secret grave.

Now it was time to kill my husband.

I don’t know how much he’d had to drink before his buddies brought him home. I do know he’s had another eight or nine beers and I’d guess about a half-dozen shots of bourbon, since he got here.

On top of about half a bag of chips. All that spicy, salty, oily crap can’t be any good for him.

Gathering my courage I went into the bathroom and got out a children’s enema kit, took out the bag and soft plastic hose with a contoured insertion point so as not to damage the child’s anus. And I hoped it wouldn’t leave any marks down Jesse’s throat?

I went back in to the kitchen and emptied the rest of the bottle of bourbon into the bag. Then I slathered the inserter and the tube with olive oil. This, with a small wooden spoon, I took into the living room.

Kneeling down next to my snorting, snoring husband, I dripped some whiskey on his lips to get him to open and start suckling at the tip of the inserter. That triggered an automatic response, he opened his mouth enough to get the big end of the spoon in to hold his teeth apart.

I began to feed the tube in, trying to time each push between his breaths to get it down his gullet and not into his lungs. He barely moved except for jerky shudders of his limbs. He was sweating like crazy and his breathing seemed to be getting erratic.

Once I figured I had the tube in as far as it could reach, I opened the spigot and with slow squeezes, fed the rest of that bottle of 90 proof right down into Jesse’s stomach. If the info I read on a pamphlet at the Pediatrician’s office was correct, this should be enough extra alcohol to kill my husband. Or, if somehow he did survive, it’d do him enough damage that he’ll no longer be able to hurt me.

One last squeeze of the bag and I pulled the tube out, then the wooden spoon. Already his skin was turning a sort of greenish-blue and his breathing was coming in fits and starts. I checked the tube had no teeth marks.

I had to hurry now. I rinsed out the enema kit and then put the bag and tube back into its box, then squashed it down and stuffed it into my sack purse for later disposal.

The beer cans I rinsed out and then swilled with some left over unadulterated beer from the cup of excess beer I had saved earlier. I doubt if the cops would even check but I can’t raise my babies in prison. So I had to be methodical destroying evidence.

The cans and the empty whiskey bottle I made sure I got Jesse’s fingerprints all over them. Forcing the sprout of the bottle into his mouth for whatever residue that would leave for evidence. Dropped a couple of cans on the coffee table, scattering the rest of the cans and the empty bourbon bottle on the floor by the couch. I left all the lights and the TV on.

Jesse was looking pretty peaked. His breathing was slow and harsh, he was gulping for air. Sweat was pouring off of him, his arms and legs were no longer moving except for some faint twitching like he’d been shocked.

The spoon I rinsed off, slapped myself hard in the face with it right above my right eye and then threw it out the back door into the children’s sandbox.

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I was singing a song by the Guess Who, in my head, on the drive from the airport to the Sheraton Saskatoon Hotel. Hoping, that Burton Cummings was wrong about nothing ever happening in that small town.

I exited the limousine as the driver retrieved my suitcase from its trunk. He thanked me for the generous tip and wished me a good day. I made my way to the Hotel’s reception desk to check in, to attend a conference being hosted by Hewlett Packard. The bank that I am employed at was beginning the process to upgrading six of their servers before the fall of 2018.

As I approached the reception area filled with guests lounging on the many couches, with their eyes glued to the screens of their cell phones, or rolling travel bags across the newly laid carpet, the sight of the young lady behind the counter that was focused on the screen in front her as she spoke on the phone made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end. She also made my cock twitch, involuntarily.

It was as though I was looking at a ghost from my past. As if I had traveled back in time and was staring at a past lover. A very pretty and sexually adventurous lover. Jacqueline Valentine.

Jacqueline was twenty-three years old. We had spent a summer and a fall together, long ago. We met at the bar she worked at during her final year of university. She was twelve years younger than me. I was her first older lover. She told me that she had always been sexually attracted to older men but, she never imagined that the sex would be so satisfying, and in my particular case, so satisfyingly deviant and dirty.

The clone of the Jacqueline I remembered with a great fondness looked up at me as she placed the handset of the phone back on its cradle. “Good afternoon, sir. How may I help you?” she cheerfully greeted me.

I cleared my throat to give myself time to gather my thoughts before I replied to the young lady that had me rattled. Her voice was almost identical to Jacqueline’s. I stared at her in silence for much longer than was appropriate in any social circumstance. She had the same big, green eyes, the same full lips curled in an identical smile, the same perfect white teeth, and the same long, wavy, strawberry blonde hair. Memories of how I had trained Jacqueline to please me flashed through my mind like a movie being played back at one thousand times the speed of the standard 29.97 frames per second.

The clone remained unfazed, patiently waiting with a smile for my reply.

“Forgive me for staring,” I paused and darted my eyes to the gold name tag with black letters pinned to her jacket above her left breast. “Allegra. I was not being rude. You bear a striking resemblance to a very beautiful young lady I knew many years ago.”

Allegra broadened her smile, twisted her torso away from me and pointed to a series of employee photographs on the wall behind her. “Everyone says that I look exactly like my mother. I think I look much younger.” Allegra giggled as I looked to where here delicate, slender finger was directing my eyes to.

Framed in blue, shiny plastic was a picture of a smiling Jacqueline. Albeit; many years older than I remembered her, but still just as pretty. The plaque at the bottom of the picture read – Jacqueline La Fontaine – Regional Manager.

“You knew my mother back in the day?” Allegra asked innocently. The coy grin on her face hinted there was something not so innocent bubbling inside her. My heart thumped and my cock twitched.

I nodded, “Yes, while she was attending university. Please tell her I say hello, Allegra.”

“Of course! She’ll get a kick out of it,” she smiled and asked for my name.

“Gil Renard. Thank you, it was a pleasure to meet you, Allegra,” I smiled as she typed on a keyboard that was out of my view, and then put together a key pass kit for me.

“Mom and dad return from Aruba, next week. I’m sorry you won’t get to say hello to her in person.” Allegra had lowered her voice and leaned ever so slightly towards me to inform me that her parents where away on vacation. “Your room is on the fourth floor, number 421; the elevators are down the hall and to your left. The pool re-opens to our guests tonight, at eight pm. I get off at six, and am going for a swim before it is available to the guests. If you wish to join me, I would love to hear all about my mother’s exploits before she got married. Enjoy your stay, Mr. Renard. It was a pleasure to meet you.” Allegra spoke bolder and her tone was void of any concealed innocence as she invited me for a tête-à-tête by the pool.

I nodded and smiled, “I would love to hear what Jacqueline has been up to, and to get to know you.” I turned and made my way to the elevators. My cock grew hard at the thought of Allegra in a bikini. She was a few inches taller than her mother. But had the same slim body type and all of Jacqueline’s gentle curves. I was curious if Allegra preferred her sex as filthy as her mother did. I was hoping I would be provided Sikiş the opportunity to satisfy my curiosity.

A few minutes before six, the phone in my room rang. Allegra asked if I was ready to meet her at the pool. I replied that I was on my way. She was waiting for me by the doors that led to the pool. She smiled, turned around and swiped a key card across the door’s lock. She entered the pool area and held the door open for me.

Her bikini top was very revealing. It was no more than two yellow strings across her shoulders and one around her back, with miniscule, yellow triangles covering her jutting nipples. She had a towel wrapped tight around her slim waist, and another towel rolled up and tucked under her arm.

I followed her to a row of chairs at the shallow end of the pool, staring at her hips as they swayed from side to side. Her tight ass cheeks danced beneath the snow white towel as she walked on the tips of her toes. I could sense the coy grin on her face. She knew damn well I was staring at her tight, young ass. And that knowledge made her clit tingle.

She placed the towel from under her arm onto a chair and unrolled it. She reached for the flask that was hidden in the towel and handed it to me. “It’s rum and coke. Have a sip,” Allegra smiled.

“Thank you,” I said as I took the flask from her.

Allegra nodded and removed the towel from around her waist. She held my gaze as she let the towel fall to the floor. Her bikini bottom was just as skimpy as its top. Yellow strings hugging her low on the hips and a miniscule, shiny, yellow triangle barely covering her hairless pussy. I took a sip from the flask as she stared at me leering at her pussy. I handed the flask back to Allegra. She brushed her fingers across my hand let them linger for a moment before she took it and tucked it between her chin and chest. She removed the black hair tie from her wrist, pulled her hair back and tied it in a ponytail by twisting the hair tie around her bunched up, strawberry blonde hair.

She took a sip from the flask as she turned around, slowly. Her firm, heart shaped ass was fully exposed. The yellow string disappeared into the crack of her ass. Allegra looked over her shoulder at me, smiled, and tossed the flask onto a chair.

“You coming in with me?” she asked. “Take off your t-shirt and join me.”

She took two graceful steps towards the edge of the pool and dove in. I watched as she swam the length of the pool, disappeared under the water, resurfaced, and swam back to me. Allegra remained in the pool; she rested her arms on its edge, placed her chin on her arms and stared at me.

“You’re not coming in? You still have your t-shirt on,” she playfully pouted.

“I’m not a fan of water, Allegra. I’m fine right where I am. And am quite enjoying the view,” I grinned at her.

“Your loss, Gil,” she winked at me. “So, tell me all about my mom. How did you meet her? What was she like? What did she like to do? Was she a party girl?”

I chuckled at her questions and replied, “You aren’t going to interrogate me for information that you could potentially use as leverage, are you, Allegra? Granted, that does have the potential to be a lot of fun. But it wouldn’t be very nice.”

Allegra laughed out loud. Her eyes had the same mischievous, sparkle I remembered in Jacqueline’s eyes. “I called mom as soon as you left the reception desk and told her that Gil said hello. She got very quiet and nervous and said that she would call me back. You’re her dirty secret from the past, aren’t you? Spill the beans, Mr. Renard. Were you and my mom lovers? And don’t spare me the dirty details; those are always the most fun. I’m a big girl and I can handle anything you got.”

Her sexual innuendos made my cock swell. I chuckled and replied, “That would be highly inappropriate, Allegra. Private matters should remain private.”

Allegra lifted herself half out of the water and exclaimed, “Ah-ha! You and mom did fuck! Tell me all about how you fucked my mother, please!” Her eyes darted to my crotch. She was hoping to see a bulge, hoping our conversation was having the same stimulating effect on me as it was having on her.

It was evident that Allegra liked to tease the boys. She was hoping to masturbate in the water as I provided filthy details of how her mother and I fucked. And if she could stare at my hard on as she listened to the lewd details while rubbing her clit or fingering her pussy, it would heighten every sensation that shot through her body.

Unbeknownst to me, Allegra had become incredibly aroused at the realization that she had met one of her mother’s past lovers. Sordid thoughts of her mother sucking my cock raced through her mind. Her body trembled, her pussy clenched tight, and her stomach felt as if it had been turned upside down, when she felt the sudden need to suck on the same cock that her mother had sucked and milked the cum out of. There Tecavüz porno was something inherently different about her arousal. What she felt was much more intense than usual. So much more intense, in fact, that it felt as if she was feeling sexual arousal for the very first time. This was dirty, inappropriate and taboo. Allegra embraced it. Her pussy had never ached with such intense heat and wetness.

“I neither confirmed nor denied it, Allegra. I only stated that private matters should remain private. You are a very naughty girl, aren’t you? The kind of girl that gets off on teasing men?” I sternly asked the overly excited Allegra.

Allegra reached behind her neck and undid her bikini top. She pulled it off her chest and threw at my feet. “That’s my private matter, Gil. I’m not answering your question until you answer at least one of mine,” she coyly replied. “Perhaps you need a little coaxing?” Allegra stood up and squeezed her bare breasts gently as she leered at the bulge twitching between my legs.

“My question was rhetorical, Allegra. I’m certain you are aching to play with your pussy as I retell all the dirty things I did to, and, made your mother do. Is that what you want? Do you get off on being watched as you masturbate?” I asked in a low growl.

Allegra was caught off guard by my reply. It was obvious that she liked to be in control. When she hesitated to reply, I sternly addressed her, “Answer me or I’m leaving. I have neither the time nor patience for superfluous, little girl’s games. If you want to jerk off in front me, get out of the pool, show me your tits, kneel at my feet and have the decency to suck my cock while I call you the same dirty names I called your mother every time I fucked and used each of her beautiful, slutty holes.”

Allegra looked at me with a blank stare and gasped as her pussy clenched impossibly tight. Her cheeks flushed with a red glow. She was in uncharted territory and was both excited and hesitant. Her stare was unmistakable to read. It was the stare you got when you realize you’re in over your head because you’ve bitten off more than you can chew.

“You started off well, Allegra. You caught my attention and I was prepared to make you experience, up close and personal, the same dirty sex I introduced your mother to. It appears that your skills require honing to play this game at its most pleasurable and satisfying level. Nonetheless, thank you for the pleasant conversation. But, I am bored and will take my leave. Enjoy your evening, Allegra.”

As I got up out of the chair, Allegra shouted, “Wait!”

I eyed her and grinned, “Yes?”

She climbed out of the pool and said, “Please stay, Gil. You just got me so incredibly horny.” She pushed the bikini strings down and over her hips and stepped out of the flimsy bottom. “See.” She stood in front of me, thrust her hips forward and used both of her hands to slowly spread her pussy. “You can touch my pussy if you want to. I’m dripping for you. Doesn’t the thought of fucking an old girlfriend’s daughter excite you? I’ll bet you that I’m close to the same age my mom was when you defiled her in so many unspeakable ways. You look and act the part of a gentleman but, I think you are a very demanding lover. The thought of being used by my mom’s ex-lover is so taboo and incredibly hot. When will either of us ever get this chance again? Just the thought of sucking one of my mom’s ex-boyfriend’s cock almost makes me come.”

The same dark fire I remembered burning in Jacqueline’s eyes when she got horny and begged to be fucked, raged in Allegra’s big, green eyes.

I growled at the sight of her dripping, pink and swollen pussy as I leaned forward. “Closer, bring your cunt closer to me and spread it wider.” A low moan escaped from deep in her throat as she inched closer to me and spread her pussy wider. She pulled upwards on her pussy lips with her fingers to proudly expose her tingling, swollen clit. I spat on her cunt. Allegra shivered. I gripped her hips, leaned forward and tasted her parted slit. I slid my hands to her ass cheeks and squeezed her young, firm flesh and pulled her pussy into my bearded mouth. Allegra grabbed two fistfuls of my hair to steady herself and moaned out loud as I sucked, licked and bit her throbbing and clenching snatch. Her pussy juice had a strong, heady odor and taste. She was fucking delicious. Just like her mother.

“Fuck yes!” she panted. As the words left her lips, I slid one hand between her legs and shoved two fingers into her pussy. Allegra released my hair and gripped my thick, muscular shoulders as she spread her legs wider and thrust her hips forward. “Ohhffuck!” she groaned. “Finger fuck me hard and make me come! Please!”

I withdrew my fingers from inside her young, dripping cunt. “Not yet. I want your mouth on my cock. I trained your mother to suck my cock in a very specific manner. Now it’s your turn to learn.” I reached Travesti porno for her firm breasts and squeezed them hard as I sucked and bit her erect nipples. “You have larger nipples than your mother, Allegra. But, your pussies taste and smell very similar.”

Allegra was dumbstruck at how her body reacted to learning about her mother’s filthy, sexual exploits. I thought she was going to come as she listened to me. “So fucking dirty,” she panted. “This is so fucking hot, Gil,” she purred my name. “Tell me how my mom sucked your cock. Make me suck your cock just like she did.” A shiver ran down her spine as she uttered the unspeakable. Her pussy became a powder keg ready to explode, as images of her mother being treated like a two dollar whore and gagging on my cock flashed before her eyes.

The same cock, that in that instant, she was aching to taste and suck.

I couldn’t help but grin as I freed my hard on out of the side of my shorts. Allegra gasped at the thickness and length of my twitching, throbbing meat. She swallowed hard and asked in a quivering voice as she leered, “M-mom took that in her ass?” Her voice cracked and went up two octaves when she said the word, ass.

“Your deviant mother gave me her brown cherry, Allegra. I pounded her ass hard. I was never gentle with her, not once,” I snarled. “I want you to know that your dear mom liked it dirty, hard and rough. There was nothing she wouldn’t do for me. She cried out that I was hurting her as I took her brown cherry. When I asked her if she wanted me to stop, she shook her head and bit down hard on the pillow as she endured the pain to please me.” I slapped Allegra’s swollen snatch with an upward swat of my open hand without warning. She yelped. “I know you’ll allow me same liberties. You’re more than willing to be used to please me, too. Aren’t you, whore?” Allegra closed her eyes, grunted and nodded as ice cold shivers shot up her spine. “Your mother grew to love the pain I inflicted on her goddess like body. I pounded her virgin ass mercilessly and emptied my balls in her. Afterwards, she confessed that she came twice from having her ass so violently violated. And that she had never felt more satisfied than when I used her like fuck meat.”

“Fuuuck,” Allegra panted. Her head was whirling at how the events of the day had unfolded. She had only wanted to tease one of her mother’s ex-boyfriends and discretely come as she rubbed her clit while she was in the pool. But this, this had taken her arousal and her need for cock to an intensity that she never could have imagined.

“I love fingering my ass. But I’ve never been fucked in my ass. I don’t know if I can take your big cock in my ass, Gil.” Allegra’s words quivered in the air. The filthier our conversation became, the hotter Allegra got.

“It’s not up to you, is it? I’ll force your ass to accommodate my cock, after you suck it,” I growled at her, pinched her nipples and pulled down on them, forcing Allegra to her knees. She winced, shut her eyes tight and gasped at the burn shooting through her perky tits. To her surprise, the pain multiplied the sexual sensations that were raging through her young, inexperienced body.

I grabbed her pony tail close to her scalp, snapped her head back and snarled, “Look at me, whore.” Her eyes shot open. “You like your sex dirty, Allegra? I’ll bet, that up to this moment, you really didn’t have a clue of exactly how dirty you are capable of being. You had no idea of the effect the thought of sucking on the cock that fucked the shit out of your whore mother would have on you, did you, Allegra? You know that it’s wrong on some level. Still, you just can’t help yourself, can you? It turns you on like nothing you’ve ever experienced before, doesn’t it? You’re not only willing to allow me to do whatever I want to you. You’d beg me to promise not to go easy on you. Isn’t that right, Allegra?” Before she could reply I growled, “You have no idea what I am capable of. You have no idea of the filthy acts you are about to perform, solely for my sexual pleasure. Scrub as you may, my kind of dirty won’t ever wash off, Allegra. On the upside, you won’t ever forget the experience.” I pulled her mouth towards my crotch and ordered, “Kiss the head of my cock.”

She eagerly nodded, closed her eyes and edged her mouth towards my cock. I snapped her head back and struck her across the cheek with the back of my hand. The sudden blow caught her off guard. The sting in her cheek grew steadily hotter. Allegra gasped as tears began to well up in her eyes.

“That slap didn’t hurt you, Allegra. You feel the need to cry because it shocked you. Tears won’t make me show you any mercy, whore. Your tears will only serve to make me harder, and make my cock want to punish your slutty holes harder. Concentrate on how hard your cunt is throbbing and aching to be fucked. Do not shut your eyes. I need you to look at me as you worship my cock with your loving kisses. I like to play rough. I get off on manhandling and using women in the filthiest of manners. Understand?” I growled at the young Allegra. I softened my tone and added, “Besides, you have beautiful eyes. You have your mother’s eyes. Don’t deny me from looking into them.”

She shivered and moaned, “I’ll do anything you tell me to do, Gil.”

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This story is pure fantasy. There are a few true details, but it’s mainly fantasy. Thanks to my friend for planting the seeds of this idea in my mind! Domme by day, Sub by sunset. That’s me!

My house is on the small side. It’s a ranch/rambler. It’s pink with white trim. Why pink? When it was time to repaint, I had picked a nice yellow/gold shade but my painter took his sweet time getting to the job. In the meantime, my next door neighbor used the exact same shade on his house. I didn’t want to be a copycat. But that left me stumped for a color. I wanted something different. And pink is such a happy color! So I just went with it.

The house had a new roof, new paint and other things outside. I decided to work on the inside. My gardener said he could install new carpeting for me. But he wanted to get a good look at it first to see if there might be any work that needed to be done beyond the usual.

A few minutes after looking in my bedroom, he called out to me.

“Why didn’t you tell me about this trap door in your closet?”

I had no clue what he was talking about. But sure enough, he had peeled back a portion of the carpeting and there was a trap door. We both looked at each other then ran to get a flashlight. He got to it first. As it turned out, we didn’t need it. As soon as he opened the trap door, a light came on, softly illuminating everything below. There was a well made stair case complete with railing, leading down to a room that was about the size of the master bedroom where I slept. The room had cement walls and metal racks everywhere attached to the walls. Chains hung from the ceiling. Sturdy looking chains with bars suspended from them. There were various light fixtures here and there that could be turned on.

“Sheesh! This looks like a dungeon!”

I had to snicker to myself. That was exactly what it looked like. He told me that he could easily spruce it up to make it look like a happier place. I gave him free rein with that.

He installed some special lights for plants, put in some planter boxes that he made and filled them with beautiful flowers in shades of pink, yellow and peach. Put a pink, faux fur throw rug in the middle of the floor to help make the cement feel a little better on the feet.

There was a closet at the back but the doors were plain, light colored wood. He covered those with a coat of white paint and then painted a scene that he knew I would like. There was a nice blue sky and sun, a field of flowers and some cute little kittens. He also helped me build some furniture, suitable for my purposes. I’m sure he had no idea what my purposes were. I just told him it was going to be my place to unwind. He’s very sweet but also very vanilla. And a very good worker!

We also discovered that the outside hatch that we assumed was the opening to the crawlspace, also had a passageway to the dungeon. So there was another way in and out. I found it amazing that I’d been living here for over 14 years and nobody had known it was there.

My mind began ticking away a mile a minute! Üvey porno I already had some suitable sex toys but those were used on me. I set about procuring more for my happy little dungeon, I also got myself a new wardrobe worthy of the Domme I intended to be. Much of what I bought was pink. Some things in Spandex, some sheer, some lace and of course some leather.

My intentions were to cause some pain along with the pleasure but I wanted to look really feminine while doing so and what better color than pink? Oh yes indeed. My visitors would be special. I would provide them with a rather unique experience. But where would I find them? My friend pointed me in the direction of a few websites that were greatly helpful. Soon, the messages came pouring in like crazy.

My first visitor was Gary. He was a few years older than me. He had a slight, weak looking build, an almost bald head and a timid demeanor. We had messaged back and forth a few times so I could get an idea of what he might like. I also did some studying to make sure that I didn’t cause any real harm.

He entered through the outside trap door. I was waiting in the dungeon for him. He was sweating and shaking. His voice crackled as he spoke, and he tugged at his shirt collar.

“Come Gary. Sit down with me.” I sat as daintily as I could on the medium pink velvet chaise and patted the spot beside me.

Gary sat down but kept his distance from me.

“Take your tie off Gary. You won’t need that here!”

He looked down, avoiding my eyes and fumbled with the tie. He managed to make it flop up and down, helplessly. I had to reach over to help him with it.

“What’s wrong? You seem uncomfortable. What can I do to make you comfortable?”

I ran my hand through my hair, then down my bare arm, then above my breasts, slowly. I had on a pale pink, short satin chemise. I let my hand stray to my breasts, making sure to run it over my now stiffening nipples. I knew they were standing out proudly against the shiny fabric. I then ran my hand down my black, vegan leather combat boots. Not the most feminine footwear, I know but he had a special request for those.

“I… I’m just a little scared I guess.”

“Scared? Scared of me? But I’m such a nice person! There’s no need to be scared. Here… Give me your scared!” I reached for the area where his heart was and grabbed at something invisible, “There!” I used my hand to place the invisible “scared” in a big vase of pink roses. “You may have that back when you leave if you really think you need it. But I don’t think you’ll need it!”

Gary looked even more uncomfortable. I told him to undress while I prepared the chaise for him. I covered it with plenty of pink towels and told him to lie down and spread his legs.

I’m going to give you a nice, relaxing sponge bath!”

I got a bowl of warm water with rose petals in it, and a small, soft, pink washcloth. Running that sweetly scented water over his body did seem to have a calming effect. I heard him sigh porno izle as he spread his legs more for me, so I could bathe his genitals. I then dried him off, slowly and carefully. He let out a soft moan and his cock was twitching and beginning to stiffen.

My next step was to tie him spread eagle on that chaise. I used some nice soft scarves in a floral print.

“I’m not going to blindfold you. I want you to be able to see.”

“Look! A beautiful rose!” I plucked a pink rose from the vase, being mindful of the thorns. Florists usually remove the thorns, but my friend has a flower shop near me and I requested them with the thorns. She did give me an odd look but let me buy them that way.

I put the rose under his nose so he could smell it. I ran it over his lips, then down his neck and chest, seeking out all the places that seemed to give him pleasure. I bypassed his cock at first, concentrating on his tummy, inner thighs, legs and feet.

His cock began to twitch more and he began bucking upwards. I hadn’t tied him down tightly. This was his first such experience so I wanted to start slow.

I worked the flower petals over his cock and balls, and back to his ass, over and over again, slowly and gently until he was fully hard and starting to leak. And then with no warning, I grabbed the head of the flower, brandishing the stem and allowing a few of the thorns to make slight contact with his cock and balls. He yelped in pain.

“Oh! Poor baby! Roses are so sweet and soft but then there are the thorns!”

Gary began to look frightened again unsure of what I might do next.

I ran my hands over his chest and tummy in a soothing fashion while his cock twitched some more and began to dribble.

“You are being so naughty! You made such a mess after I just cleaned you up!”

I ran two fingers over the head of his cock, scooping up pre-cum and spreading it across his lips. I could tell when some of it entered his mouth as more pre-cum dribbled out.

I decided that he looked like he could use a little relief. So I dribbled some coconut oil over his cock and began jacking him off, gently and slowly. I was going to prolong his agony for as long as possible. He was not going to cum yet!

“Please! I need to cum!”

I told him he was being way too eager. Perhaps a change of position would help. I untied him and walked him over to the pink faux fur rug. I chained his hands overhead, then had him spread his legs and secured them spread wide apart. Then I showed him a pink leather belt.

“I think you need to learn your place! I didn’t have you come over here to beg for things. I will decide when you cum and if you cum. Now I want you to hold perfectly still while I warm your ass up a bit. Be totally silent and take 20 lashes of this. If you so much as cry out or move, you will get 20 more. Understood?”

He looked frightened but said nothing. He managed to hold still while taking his punishment. He didn’t cry out at all. And his cheeks were nicely pink.

I turned Asyalı porno my attention back to his cock. It seemed even harder now. And it was dripping more. I grabbed it firmly and began jacking it off. He seemed to be enjoying that a little too much.

I yanked my hand away and stood back to observe the situation. Then I looked directly into his eyes, drew my right foot back and gave him a soft kick to his balls. He strained against his bonds got a pained look on his face, cried out, and looked sick.

“Oh come on! That was just my boot!” I made a movement like I was going to kick him again. He tried to recoil then looked relieved when I didn’t kick him. “It’s just a boot!” I ran the toe of the boot over his lower leg.

He began panting. I put my hand on his balls, massaging them gently. His face showed pain. I dropped to my knees and began kissing them. He seemed a bit relieved. I put my hand back on his balls again and began massaging them gently. He let out a sigh and looked more relieved. It was time to strike again. I kicked him in the balls again as gently as I could. He screamed and began begging me to stop.

“What did I tell you about begging? You specifically told me to wear these boots and you told me what you wanted me to do with them. And now you’re squealing like some little namby pamby. You will learn!”

I grabbed the belt again and with no warning, let it rain down over his butt cheeks and occasionally his back. He began screaming now, probably more from fright than anything else. I was making a deliberate attempt to cause some pain (like he wanted) but not hurt him.

I walked around to his front and gave his cock a quick, unexpected slap with the belt, being careful not to do it hard. He yelped and looked terrified.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll give you some relief now.” I had really hoped that this session would have lasted longer. I began jacking him off again. He came very quickly. I guess it was all too much for him. He came in less than a minute. I left him restrained for a few minutes, while I kissed his neck and chest. Then I helped clean him up and gave him a hug before he headed back up through the outside hatch.

I left the mess to clean up later. The sun would be going down soon and Constantine would be coming over. He’s my Greek guy from New Jersey. I hadn’t seen him in years. The Village salad was already made and chilling in the fridge. The Pastitsio was assembled and ready to be heated through in the oven. I got the dinner ready, cleaned myself up a bit and swapped my boots for my pink ballet shoes.

I had timed it perfectly. The sun was setting, the dinner was ready. The doorbell rang. I saw that familiar tall lanky drink of water walk through my door and embrace me in a hug.

We ate dinner quickly while he filled me in on the details of the latest production he was in. Then we headed to the bedroom.

“So what were you doing all day?” he asked me.

“Being a Domme,” I said in a matter of fact fashion.

His face lit up and he chuckled.

“Yeah right, pussycat. You have a really wild imagination!”

He handed me a couple of pink hair clips with sharp little teeth on them, instructed me to put them on my tits, then lie down so he could tie me to the bed. He had some surprises in store for me! And I was ready to submit fully to him.

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Tuesday morning was pretty slow; although Becky and I were in by 8 o’clock, the guys didn’t seem to be in any kind of a hurry. Donald and Brian showed up around 9h30 while the rest came in well after 10 o’clock. They were all pretty beat from the party yesterday, which apparently continued into the wee hours in a few local bars after Maya and I had left. To my surprise, there was no action of any kind until 11.15 when Henry came out of his office and walked into the kitchen, getting himself another cup of coffee. When he walked back out about half a minute later, he was stroking his cock with his left hand and sipping from his coffee with his right hand; he walked up to our desk and positioned himself between Becky and myself. As we hadn’t been giving any instructions, we just ignored him and continued our work as he stroked and stroked. Minutes later, he suddenly leaned forward and started ejaculating all over my blouse and into my cleavage. After he was done, he took another sip from his coffee and waggled his cock around in his hand, catapulting the last few drops of cum all over my desk and just walked back to his office, closing his door behind him.

About half an hour later, Carter came out of his office and asked: “You ladies free?”

“Yes sir.” Becky and I said almost in unison.

“Good, my wife is on her way up to take me to lunch. I need one of you to keep her distracted while I fuck the other one.”

“I’ll fuck!” I volunteered cheerfully.

“Fine.” he said as Becky smiled widely at me, amused by my eagerness.

“Becky, you chat her up and make her sit as close to my door as you can, okay?”

“You.” he said, turning to me. “What’s your name again?”

“Maya.” I replied, feeling my cunt twitch.

“Get in and take off your clothes; everything except the heels!”

I walked into his office and started stripping as ordered, while Becky took two chairs out the conference room and put them next to the door to his office. Carter quickly closed the door and started taking off his clothes as he looked at me with nothing but raw lust in his eyes. Pretty soon I was butt naked, except for my high heels and waited impatiently for my next command, my body trembling with lust and anticipation.

As he was taking off his underwear, I could hear Becky’s voice in the hallway:”He’s just finishing up with a client, you can take a seat right here, would you like something to drink?”

As the outline of Carter’s wife became visible through the frosted glass, he grabbed his big dick and started wanking it, whispering: “Get on your back, on the floor.”

As I sank to my knees ready to lay down, he whispered:”No, not there… here.” as he pointed towards the door;

it was clear that he wanted to fuck me as close to his wife as physically possible. That got me soaking wet. I got up and walked to the designated spot. As Becky struck up a conversation with his wife, I reclined on the floor, my left side nearly touching the office wall as I spread my legs.

Carter got on his knees and positioned his throbbing cock against my moist cunt and whispered:”Not a peep, understood?” I looked at him and nodded. Then, he spat in his right hand, rubbed the glob of spit on his cock head and pushed it into my ass!

I looked at him, with an expression of shock and surprise on my face, but as he pushed on and started stretching me, that expression quickly changed to show a little blissful agony and eventually pure ecstasy. I couldn’t believe the nerve of this guy: he was fucking me in the ass with his wife not even half a meter away from us, separated by only a half-wood, half frosted glass wall. After several intense minutes, he pulled out and for a second I thought he was going to shove it in my cunt, but instead he pushed me onto all fours and rammed it back in my ass. I was slightly worried, as the position I was now in, allowed him to penetrate me a lot deeper than before. Luckily, he didn’t seem to be in a hurry and really took his time to fuck me slowly. I could feel his fat, pulsating dick stretching my bowels as he grabbed a fistful of my hair and started pulling it. I absolutely loved getting fucked like this, and leaning on just one hand, I used the other to reach between my legs and stimulate my clit. Several minutes later, I orgasmed and shuddered against his relentless pounding, but he wasn’t ready to cum yet. He simply didn’t pay any attention to me and just kept pounding into me as long and as deep as he wanted to. Eventually, due to the prolonged anal stimulation, I had a wonderful anal orgasm to top things off.

When he was finally ready to wrap things up, he pulled out and grabbed my shoulder, maneuvering me onto my knees with my back against the wall. He moved in front of me, facing both me and the outline of his wife through the glass and started wanking his still hard, moist cock, aiming straight for my face as his glance was clearly directed at his wife. He jerked and jerked and I just sat there, on my knees, panting and enjoying the soreness of my ass.

Suddenly he whispered:”Oh yeah” and he splattered a first volley Türk porno against my face. Although he spilled some on my shoulders and tits, he shot most of it disrespectfully across my dumb face. I didn’t know whether he was thinking of me or his wife, and frankly I didn’t care. I was a whore: it was my job not to care and just enable him.

Remarkably full of energy after a performance like that, he immediately started putting his clothes back on as he said:”Don’t move… stay exactly like that!”

I obeyed and didn’t move a muscle as he stepped out of the office.

He left the door wide open as he gave his wife a kiss and said:”Hi honey.”

“Hi. You ready to go?” she replied.

“Yep. Let’s go eat. Becky, I’ll be taking a long lunch.” he said as he walked towards the elevator with his wife.

A few second later Becky poked her head in and said:”He’s gone.”

I got up and started putting my clothes back on, as Brian’s door opened across the hall.

“Becky, get in here. Where’s Maya?” he asked.

“I’m right here sir.” I said as I stepped into the doorway, having just put on my underwear.

“Join us as soon as you’re dressed and cleaned up.” he said, turning and walking into his office.

“Yes sir.” I replied as I watched Becky follow him in.

I got dressed as quickly as possible, then hurried into the bathroom to wash Carter’s cum off my face and clean up my own juices down below. Then I proceeded to Brian’s office as requested.

“Enter.” he shouted after I knocked on his door.

In the few days I had been around, I had seen some weird things, but this was definitely in the top five of strangest — and most lewd — positions. Becky was on her back — butt naked — on the desk, her head towards the door. Brain, also fully naked, was sitting on all fours over her, the tip of his huge cock in her mouth. Her right hand was wanking his big, veiny shaft.

“Ah good, you’re here… take off your clothes, slowly.” he grunted. As I started doing so, he used his right hand to replace Becky’s as he continued leaning on his left; with his eyes glued on me, following my every move, he jerked himself off, either his fist or the tip of his cock constantly bumping into Becky’s face. She knew what was expected of her and just laid there. I realized he wanted a show and so I put one on for him, cocking my hips, caressing myself throughout the undressing process, running my hands through my hair. Pretty soon I was all naked, with nothing left to do except twist and coil my body and caress myself.

“Make me cum.” he said with a raw and eager voice. “Make me cum in this bitch’s mouth!”

After thinking for a few seconds on how I was going to handle this, I sat down on my ass, spread my legs as wide as I could and leaned back on my left hand. I then shoved two fingers of my right hand up my twat, fingered it for a few seconds and then brought those same fingers to my mouth, licked them off and shoved them back up my cunt. I repeated this over and over again, switching back and forth faster and faster, until I was just inserting my fingers once and putting them in my mouth once. It wasn’t erotic, it wasn’t sexy… it was just plain nasty and demeaning. Fortunately, Brian seemed to be getting off on it as his eyes were getting bigger and his wanking was speeding up. Although I was pretty confident that he was going to blow his wad within eight or ten seconds, I decided to kick it up a notch in an effort to make him explode as hard as I could.

I brought my left hand into play as well and as I used the little abdominal muscles I had to prevent myself from falling on my back. I inserted the fingers of one hand while I sucked off the other, then switched hands. It was the fastest possible way of feeding myself my own juices.

“Oh fuck yeah.” he grunted appreciatively.

“Swallow it bitch!” he shouted a few moments later as he milked his balls dry above Becky’s mouth. Even from where I was sitting, I could see it was a lot: ribbons of cum kept shooting out of his throbbing cock, some of them missing Becky’s wide open mouth by quite a bit. I knew better than to stop what I was doing, so I kept sucking my own juices off my fingers over and over again.

When he was finally finished, almost a minute later, he got up from the desk, looked at me for a few seconds, then said:”That was… vulgar! I like it, nicely done Maya!”

“See that Becky?” he said without taking his eyes off me. “That’s how a real slut should behave.”

“Yes sir.” she said as she looked at me.

“You were pretty useless back there weren’t you?” he asked as turned to face her.

“Yes sir.” she whispered, her head submissively directed at the floor.

“A dumb useless bitch, if you ask me.” he said.

“Yes sir… a dumb and useless bitch, sir.” she repeated.

“Get dressed, the both of you.” he said. “I have a call in five minutes.”

When all three of us were nearly fully dressed again, he said:”On second thought Becky, a bitch like you doesn’t need a skirt or panties, take Türkçe alt yazılı porno ‘m off and leave ‘m here.”

“Yes sir.” she said as she unzipped her skirt again and started wriggling out of it.

“I want everyone to see what a useless bitch you are.” he said, as he sat down behind his desk fully clothed. After stepping out of her panties as well, we waited side by side for permission to leave. He kept us waiting for about ten more seconds, before dismissing us. When we stepped out of his office and headed back to our desk, we saw a UPS delivery guy standing there, holding a parcel in one hand and an iPad in his other, waiting impatiently for someone to give the package to.

“Premium rush.” he said as soon as he noticed us. While he gawked at Becky’s naked lower body, she walked right up to him, even a little closer than propriety allowed for and took his iPad to sign for delivery. The poor guy didn’t know how to react and nervously looked at me and her.

“Wanna cup a feel?” she asked as she handed him back the iPad.

“Ex… excuse me.” the guy said.

“You heard me! The offer expires in ten seconds.” Becky said as she put both hands in her sides and waited. The guy quickly slid his free hand down in between their two bodies.

After feeling and grazing around for a bit, he gathered all of his courage and asked timidly:”Can I…”

Becky smiled, knowing he wouldn’t have the courage to finish his question and replied”One finger…”

The guy quickly located her entrance and stuffed his index finger up her twat, fumbling around a bit.

“Now you have something to fantasize about when you’re jacking off in your girlfriend’s panties.” Becky said.

Personally, I thought that was a bit cruel and uncalled for, but the guy seemed to appreciate it, as he grunted loudly and noticeably started to bulge his pants. Becky had noticed it too, smiled and reached down, unzipped him and carefully reached into his pants to pull out his massive dick.

“Let’s see what we’ve got here.” she whispered.

The guy gasped and looked down, not believing what was happening.

Becky placed her thumb and index finger under his cock head and started giving it soft and gentle tugs, counting him down:”Fifteen, fourteen, thirteen, twelve…”

As they were looking into each other’s eyes, the guy’s gaze turned to utter disbelief as this perfect stranger was playing him like an instrument with preposterous precision.

“… three, two, one…” she said.

With the last tug, he exploded. As the first blast hit Becky on her right thigh, she let go of his cock. Immediately, the guy pulled his finger out of her cunt and started wanking off like a madman, clearly longing for a little more stimulus than Becky had provided him with her extremely gentle touches. Grunting and panting, he wildly jacked off and splashed his cum all over Becky’s thighs, legs and the floor. When he was done, Becky smiled and started walking towards Jerry’s office with the parcel, sashaying her naked ass for his viewing pleasure.

“Jeez.” the guy said as he stuffed his cock back in his pants and zipped up. “I’d heard stories about this place, but actually being here is so much better!”

I smiled at him as I sat down behind my desk.

“Are you also… I mean, do you also…” he started to ask as he was getting ready to leave. Halfway through his sentence, he couldn’t quite figure out how to continue, so there was a pause.

I decided to cut the guy some slack and answered:”Yes I am… and yes I do.”

“Maybe next time then?” he said as he walked out.

“Sure, anytime.” I smiled, giving him something else to think about.

About ten minutes later, Brian — apparently having finished his call — stepped out of his office, carrying Becky’s panties and skirt in his hand and threw them on her desk on his way out and said:”I am going out to lunch.”

“Yes sir.” I replied.

As Becky hadn’t returned yet, I figured Jerry was having his way with her. When she walked out of his office another couple of minutes later, I could indeed see cum seeping from her freshly fucked cunt, running down her left inner thigh. She grabbed her panties and skirt from her desk and walked towards the bathroom. It took her nearly another ten minutes to get cleaned up. When she returned, we went to lunch in the little kitchen. As Becky was making a fresh pot of coffee and I was taking a bite from my sandwich, David poked his head in, looked at us alternately for a few moments, then signaled me to follow him. I got up and tailed him into the bathroom.

“Sorry to interrupt your lunch sweetie, but I really need my cock sucked.” he said as he leaned against the sink and took out his throbbing hard cock.

“No problem sir.” I said as I got down on my knees in front of him.

“Wou… would you mind taking off your clothes?” he asked.

I got back up, smiled and took off my blouse and skirt.

“All of it?” I asked as I hooked my thumbs in my panties, getting ready to pull porno them down.

“Please.” he replied.

After pushing them down all the way to my ankles, I wriggled my feet around a bit, not only stepping out of my panties but also kicking off my heels in the process. Last of all, I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the ground. Butt naked, I sank to my knees a second time and slowly opened my mouth, welcoming his huge cock with my warm, wet tongue. When I had been going down on him for like three or four minutes, the door suddenly opened and Jerry walked in, his hand ready on his belt to undo it. He turned his head, saw us, but simply continued to one of the urinals.

“How’s the McAllister account coming along?” he asked as he started to take a piss.

“Should… be… a done deal.” David grunted.

“Good. The whole estate?”

“The whole… fucking… thing.”

“Excellent.” Jerry said as he continued pissing.

About a minute later, he zipped up and walked over to the sink next to us.

“Ten percent?” he asked as he washed his hands while looking down at David’s cock going in and out of my slutty mouth.

“Fifteen.” David replied proudly as he looked down at me, clearly getting ready to cum.

“Fifteen percent?! How did you manage that?” Jerry asked enthusiastically as he dried his hands on some paper towels. David raised his finger at Jerry, indicating that he wouldn’t be able to talk for a few moments, then grabbed the edge of the sink with both hands.

“In your face Maya.” he grunted.

I quickly took out his dick and started jacking it off hard and fast, aiming the tip at the center of my face.

“That’s it!” he moaned as the first blast hit me straight on the nose and my left cheek. “Right in your face!”

With Jerry looking on, I jacked the rest of David’s sperm out of his balls, moving my head around to get it everywhere. David grunted and moaned, his pelvis rocking back and forth a little as his convulsions died down.

When he was done covering most of my face, I put him back in my mouth and cleaned him off with my tongue, then looked up and asked:”Will there be anything else, sir?”

“Nooo…” David gasped. “Thanks hon.”

Without getting up, I looked at Jerry and asked:”Sir?”

“No thank you Maya, Becky drained me pretty good. You can get dressed.” he replied.

“Thank you sir.” I said as I started putting my clothes back on.

“So, the McAllister account. Fifteen percent? How the hell did you get him to sign off on that?” Jerry repeated.

David dried off his hands and as the two of them walked out of the bathroom, I heard him say:”He didn’t want to seal off on anything over ten percent until I introduced him to Becky; the two of them…”

Once the door closed behind them, I couldn’t hear another word, but I got the gist of it. After I had gotten dressed and washed David’s cum off my face, I finally joined Becky in the kitchen for lunch.

Somewhere around half past two, a middle-aged man in a business suit along with a young woman, in her early twenties walked in. The girl was dressed in jeans, sneakers and a baggy sweatshirt and had small earphones plugged in, connected to her iPod.

“Mr. Weinberg to see Henry.” the business man said as he walked up to Becky.

“Yes Mr. Weinberg, follow me please.” Becky said as she got up and walked around her desk.

“Could my daughter wait in one of your meeting rooms? These meetings tend to get a little boring for her.”

“Off course Mr. Weinberg… Maya, could you get the young lady something to drink?

“No problem.” I replied as I got up.

While Becky escorted Mr. Weinberg to Henry’s office, I led his daughter into the adjacent meeting room and asked:”Would you like some coffee or a soda perhaps?”

“I’ll take a coke if you’ve got one.” she replied as she slouched down in one of the chairs as she zipped down her sweatshirt a little bit. I walked into the kitchen, got her a coke and as I walked back out, I noticed Henry walking out of his office, closing the door behind him and walking into Jerry’s office. I smiled — realizing what was going on and continued to the meeting room. I was shocked to see the young woman taking off her jeans and panties — but not her sneakers.

I quickly closed the door to shield her from any further embarrassment and asked:”Miss?”

“Call me Gloria.” she said as she threw her jeans and panties on the floor, leaning back in her chair, with her legs spread as wide as she could. “You’re new.” she added.

“Yes, I am… I started only a few days ago.” I said, handing her the coke, trying not to look at her privates.

“But you perform the same services as Becky does, right?” she asked.

“Yes I do, but…”

“Pfew, can you imagine how awkward that would have been if you didn’t…” she cracked a smile as she opened the coke and took a sip. She could tell from the expression on my face that I didn’t know what to say or do.

“Look, I know my dad is getting his knob polished by Becky in the next room, he’ll probably fuck her too… I have an understanding with Becky that she… well, does me when my dad’s finished with her. You see, he doesn’t know that I know, and Becky pretends that she doesn’t know that I know… and we all keep quiet in order not to complicate relations between your business and my dad’s multi-million dollar oil company, if you get my drift.

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They say that good things come in small packages. No shit! My name is Myles and this story is a testament to the validity of this adage.

“You look confused,” was the distinctly feminine comment that came from behind me as I tried to figure what size and colored top my daughter might like much less fit. Chuckling at my obvious dilemma, I turned to find an extremely cute but very petite Asian young woman. I tried my hardest not to stare but my second glance made me acutely aware of her carefully applied makeup and adult mannerisms.

My surprised second glance of her must have been apparent for she quickly piped up, “Hey, I’m a grown up even if I’m obviously height-challenged. Honestly, I’m twenty-one years old and married. See,” she said as her diamond ring on her left ring finger was held out in front of her. Her almond-shaped eyes twinkled at my obvious embarrassment and discomfort. “Don’t feel bad. I’m kind of use to your reaction, and by the way, my name is Kami.”

Recovering quickly, I introduced myself and then quickly changed the subject by asking what she thought of the outfit that I had picked out for my daughter. Kami asked me about my daughter’s age and size, and I mumbled something about my daughter was twelve-year-old slightly larger than Kami. I wasn’t too sure as to my daughter’s tastes which earned a disapproving look from Kami.

In the ensuing discussion, Kami casually asked where my wife was and why wasn’t she helping me. I mentioned that I was divorced and was trying to buy a birthday present for my daughter who was stateside with my ex-wife. In return, I asked about where was her husband, and her intriguing response was, “Oh, he’s in the Navy and afloat (deployed at sea). He’s not due back for a couple of months. It gets a bit lonesome being the only one in our quarters.”

Kami then went about selecting some articles from a nearby rack that I would have never even considered. While I tried to imagine my daughter in what Kami had picked out, she browsed around and came up with a selection of her own. Seeing my dilemma, Kami giggled and said, “Look, I’ve got to try on my clothes. If you’d like, I could model your daughter’s clothes too. They’re a little big for me but you should be able to get an idea of what they would look like on your daughter. In return, I could use some masculine feedback on my own selections.”

My daughter’s selections looked edgy but still acceptable, and I told Kami that I couldn’t have done it with her. She said to hang on while she modeled her own clothes for me, and when she came out, my jaw practically hit the floor. Kami’s low-rider short-shorts hung so low on her narrow hips that they almost exposed her butt crack. Her skin-tight shorts seemed to be painted on to her, giving a tantalizing glimpse of her firm buns while accentuating the juncture of her inner thighs.

Her top, on the other hand, was loose and low cut with a draped front. I knew that Kami was small in the boob department but there was no hint of the padded bra that she had worn earlier. When Kami bent to retrieve a hanger that she just so happened to drop, she flashed me an unobstructed view of her braless small mounds. Each was a delicious snow cone of soft flesh topped with a puffy pink areola from which a tender pencil eraser nipple rose. Kami was so nonchalant about flashing me that I couldn’t help but wonder if she was doing so on purpose.

“So, what do you think? Do you like what you see?” As l stammered that I did, l became acutely aware that I sprouted one hell of woody in my pants which Kami couldn’t help but notice. If she did, however, she didn’t seem bothered at or offended by my reaction to her charming delights. In fact, she deliberately gave me one hell of an enticing smile as she went through a series of provocative poses flashing me more of her unexpected bodily delights.

When she came out of the dressing room, Kami beamed at me and taking my arm, pressed her petite body to me as she thanked me for my very favorable feedback. Hoping to prolong my encounter with this lovely pixie, I asked if she’d like to join me for a happy hour drink since it was already late afternoon.

Kami beamed and said, “I thought you’d never ask. But I caught the bus downtown and I don’t like riding during the after-work rush. If you give me a ride to the supermarket, we can get a bottle of wine and enjoy it at my place. I’m getting a bit tired of eating alone since my husband shipped out two months ago and it’s been a while since I’ve ‘been’ with a man.” Kami smiled slyly as I practically choked at her the possible double meaning of her words.

Our grocery shopping and drive to her house was filled with Kami’s flirtation and my undivided attention. Her home was a small cozy one-bedroom cottage at the end of a long windy lane. Over a bottle of wine, Kami listened with intense interest as I shared how that when I had retired a large national corporation, I had decided to stay in Hawaii which was inegöl escort my last assignment. This was much to the chagrin of my wife who wanted to move stateside to be closer to her elderly parents.

After a lengthy series of endless arguments, we decided to divorce with my daughter living with my ex and spending only the summer months with me. This worked out fine since I had a two-bedroom condominium and a pension that was more than enough to live comfortably. The only thing missing was being alone and especially the lack of female companionship (hoping she’d catch my drift).

Kami, in turn, shared that her husband, Bill, was a career chief petty officer in the Navy. He was a bear of a man with strawberry blond hair, dancing blue eyes, and loud with a booming voice. It seems that besides the sea, Bill had two interests. The first was his addiction to adult anime or Japanese cartoons with sexual overtones.

This was how Bill met Kami who was working the counter of her parents’ sundry store that sold a wide selection of his favorite reading material. She had just graduated from a San Diego high school and had been pressed into helping with the family sundry store that was next to the naval station. To Kami, she was eighteen and stuck in a boring job that didn’t pay anything and went nowhere. It went without saying that Kami was desperate for an escape – any escape.

“Bill was like a breath of fresh air,” Kami shared over wine. “A giant of a man, he was big, brassy, and white, and all the things that my Chinese parents hated. This made me love Bill even more. And on top of that, he was at the time immediately taken with her. It wasn’t until after a whirlwind romance, elopement, and being disowned from the family that she discovered that Bill’s second passion was petite women.

“Doesn’t Bill’s taste in women bother you,” I just had to ask.

“Oh, hell no!” exclaimed Kami. “Why should it? Look, I like big strapping and outward going men; not the wimpy shrimpy Asian guys that my parents and family kept introducing me to. I love guys who ‘towers’ over me like Bill and you. If I can have a certain preference in my men, what’s wrong will Bill being drawn to very small women like me?

“Plus, while I’ve had other six-foot-plus guys, Bill was the first to take me seriously instead of as a bedroom curiosity. He wasn’t ashamed to be seen with me in public or call me his woman. To him, I was a very petite Chinese-American woman who loved to fuck like a ‘Singapore whore. ‘ Isn’t that sweet? Bill was also the first to propose and gave me a ticket out of the virtual slavery of the family business. Am I glad that I took it.”

When Kami saw the unspoken questions in my face, she quickly said, “Look, Bill was straight with me about his addiction to small Asian women. As he told me on the night before his first deployment after we got married, “Ah, Kami-girl, there’s nothing like a sweet Oriental pussy struggling to accommodate my length and girth. But, honey, your goddamn juicy teenage twat was that first that easily stretched nicely around my pride-and-joy. You’re a whole lot better than many of the diminutive hookers that I’ve had the pleasure of sampling in the Asian ports of call. I will surely miss this cunt of yours when I’m afloat.'”

“When I asked Bill if he intended on indulging his passion for small women such as myself when his ship made harbor, Bill just hemmed-and-hawed, deliberately avoiding my eyes and question. Finally, I took matters into my own hands and told my newly wedded husband, “Bill, look at me. I don’t expect you to be a celibate priest…if the is such a thing…when you’re on shore liberty. A husband has to do what a man has to do when he’s away for some marital pussy – just like a wife has to do what a woman has to do when deprived of some marital cock. Do you understand, Bill?”

“You should have seen Bill’s face as his grin practically lit up the room. ‘Oh, am I glad I married a foxy little chink who’s not only hot in the sack but is fucking-understanding. There would be a great many of my Oriental lovelies who would miss having ‘a piece of the rock’ and me supplementing their families’ incomes.’

“That’s fine and dandy, Bill,” I told him. “But you’ve got to promise that whosever tiny mouth, cunt or asshole you decide to fuck, that they will be willing, of legal age, and clean of disease. If not, I’m going to cut off your dick. Oh, and lastly, a bulk of your paycheck is wired back to me. I don’t mind you supporting the economies of the ports you visit, but your wife comes first. Do you understand? If you don’t, your nuts are the next to go.”

“Bill gulped, but then busted out laughing when I saw a sly grin on my lips. ‘You got it, Kami. They’ll be willing, legit, and clean. You will get a bulk of my paycheck allotted to me.’ With that promise, I asked if he’d like to see just how tightly my asshole could stretch around his big fat cock.”

I choked ipekyolu escort on my drink as I sputter, “But, don’t you mind, Kami?”

“Which one? I don’t mind being buggered every once in a while. And when it comes to Bill screwing other women when away, I’m okay with it. Hey, a sailor cooped up on a ship with only other guys need to get his rocks off. Plus, I know that the working girls that Bill screws couldn’t ask more a generous and gentle lover. Bill’s probably doing one right now in the Philippines where his ship was visiting.”

Then after savoring a sip of wine, Kami purred, “Plus, Bill never asked what or whom I’m doing when he is away.”

The air suddenly became thick with unspoken possibilities. I desperately sought to change the subject by commenting that the hardest part of retirement was dealing with the open time. I had always thought that I would have my daughter but was surprised when my ex-wife was so adamant about moving stateside soon after my retirement. Now I had a whole lot of free time and while I golfed, kept my six-foot-four body in shape at the gym, and was active. The one thing missing, however, was that there was no special to share my life with.

At this Kami pressed her soft body against me and whispered, “You can be my ‘sugar daddy’ and spend all the time with me that you want.”

I gulped at the sudden change of events. Words tumbled from my mouth in my apparent conflict of being undeniably turned-on sexually by Kami but struggling with the notion of screwing a married woman. I was unable to deny my bodily response ad attraction to her especially when she was pressing her hot little body against me, and finally blurted out a feeble “Why me?”

“Well, to begin with, I like you. You’re my type of man, tall, hefty, good-looking, and you don’t treat me like a little girl but as a woman whom I am. I also couldn’t help but notice your physical reaction to me when I was modeling my clothes and was flattered.” Then after a moment’s pause, Kami continued, “But, unlike Bill, you’re mature and polished…and most importantly, available in more ways than one.” Kami hummed thoughtfully then said, “We’re both lonely and attracted to each other… you are, aren’t you?”

When I blurted out that she was married, Kami beamed at me and she threw her arms around my neck and pulling me to her, surprisingly gave me a quick kiss. “Oh, thank you for mentioning ‘that.’ I knew you wouldn’t try to take advantage of me like other guys who showed me no respect and would have no qualms screwing a lonely and horny housewife.

“But, to be honest with you, Bill and I have been parting ways for quite a while. I was initially a novel and legal means to an end, but have come to realize that he likes variety in his women. I’m not insulted or upset because that’s just Bill. Plus, who am I to talk? Bill was an exciting means of escaping my traditional and restrictive Chinese family and their business. Back then, Bill was big, randy, and forbidden, but now he has become – well – acceptable.

“But after a couple of years of marriage, Bill knows that it’s too hard on me when he’s away. He has told me he’d stay married to me until I find someone I like and am ready to move on. I just have found the right guy – until now.”

Kami then said patiently as if explaining to a reluctant young boy, “Myles, we could do this the traditional way in which we date for a while to get to know each other and then sleep together. Or we can jump to the end by jumping each other right now. If we’re sexually compatible, then we can get to know each other better. If we aren’t, well, no-harm-no-foul in an evening’s delight.

“And before you think it, no, I don’t sleep with any old guy – but will also admit I have had made a poor choice or two along the way. I wouldn’t be so horny if I had met the right guy. But life is short especially if you’re short like me, and I need to find out if you’re one of those asswipes or not.

“I don’t think you are. I think you worth taking a chance on, if you’re willing, that is. I’d like to get to know better…in a sexual way first…if you don’t mind do it my way.” With this Kami kissed me again but this was no friendly peck on the lips for her lively tongue danced in my mouth and giving me one hell of a hard-on.

“Oooh,” Kami cooed as she rubbed her pelvis against my pants bulge, “I love the way you kiss.”

Kami then took matters into her own hands – literally and figuratively. Looking at me with twinkly eyes, her tiny hand absently drifted down my trembling body until it teasingly stroked my tented pants. “And lastly, you’re especially nice and big…in more than one way. Is that what I think it is? Do I turn you on?”

Before I could answer her nimble little fingers were tugging my strained pants zipper down, releasing erection from my boxers like a genie released from the bottle. “Jeez,” crooned Kami as my manhood swayed before her almond-shaped iskenderun escort eyes, “What a nice candy cane my sugar daddy has. Can this bad little Chinese bitch have just a little taste?”

Any protest I might have voiced died a strangled death in my throat as Kami’s lips wrapped themselves around my penis with her tongue swirling around my head. With her cheeks bulging with my presence in her mouth, Kami nodded her head and proceeded to blow me like never before while jerking my shaft with her two little hands.

It was graphically obvious that Kami was quite adept at giving head for she had no problem swallowing my big schlong. As I felt myself respond, I couldn’t help but wonder why Bill was giving up the oral delights of his vivacious little Kami.

“Mmmm, you taste so good. Does my big “sugar daddy” want this naughty little bitch to suck him off and swallow his cum,” Kami murmured before resuming penile licking and sucking as her two hands gripped and slid up and down my hard shaft.

Whatever reservations I may have held vanished when I saw the rapture on Kami’s face as she gave me one hell of a blow job. Watching in amazement, my little China doll willingly and eager swallow my fleshy sword brought out my darkest dirty-old-man fantasies.

Oh, how I wanted to give into Kami by flooding her mouth with what seemed like gallons of sperm that were swelling in my tightening nuts. However, with a will of steel and an erection hard enough to cut diamonds, I pushed Kami back and began stripping her naked like I would unwrap a Christmas present.

I was stunned when I beheld Kami in her brazen nudity. Her body could best be described as perfect for her wee size with perky tits might have been overlooked if not for mouthwatering puffy areola from which delectable nipples emerged. My mouth engulfed an entire mound, my tongue swirling around and lashing a tender rosebud tip. Kami moaned when my lips pulled on a stiff stubby nipple but cried out when I pulled it from her twisting chest before releasing it.

Kami heaved and turned as I finished pulling off her scanty garments to reveal a taut stomach and tight little buns. However, when I flipped her over and yanked off her shorts and panties, I uncovered a clean-shaven cunt. Unable to control myself, I hoisted Kami’s shapely legs over my shoulders and grabbing her firm buns lifted her so that I could shove my face into her indescribably sweet pussy.

My rasping tongue plowed a juicy mouthwatering slit sharply defined by her smooth swollen labia. I alternated sucked each thick pussy lip while my fingers tugged and tweaked her harden nipples, bringing moans from Kami. However, it was when my lips latched on her fleshy pearl with my tongue tip flicking on and polishing it that a shrill cry ripped from Kami’s throat. Her tiny body arched sharply, violently shaking as if electrocuted when I tongue-fucked her tight little cunt until Kami exploded in gut-rendering convulsions.

My clothes flew in every direction as if clearing the deck for action. However, before I could do anything, Kami pounced on me, forcing me flat on my back. “Oooh, you nasty old man…taking advantage of a sweet young thing like myself…making me all hot and horny… ummm, how I want you…now it my turn…just lie there…and let me have my way with you…”

With that Kami straddled my hips and with one hand pressing against my chest, she leaned forward to reach between her legs to grab my swaying trouser snake. “Oooh… what a nice hard dick you have,” Kami crooned as she plowed her juicy crack with my flanged head before pressing it into her oozing opening. “God, I love it…but… we’ve gotta go slow…I’ve learned from my mistakes…that there are jerk-offs out there that who take extreme delight in skewering a woman like me just to see me squirming in pain at the end of their dicks.”

Slowly gyrating her hips, Kami slowly polished my flanged head between the fleshy folds of her snatch, whimpering like a bitch in heat as she built to pitch frenzy. Then with a sudden push, she sat down, and I found myself embedded in the tightest cunts that I had.

“Oh, Jeez,” Kami panted breathlessly as her seething velvet wetness pulsated around my embedded head. “You’re stretching me up…filling me…and going oh so fricking deep…just the way I like it.” Then moaning softly, Kami slowly pumped her slender hips up and down, and to my amazement, I slowly but surely sank into the incredible molten softness of her sizzling young body.

I can’t really recall what happened over the course of the evening. The night was a blur of vivid images of Kami, stark naked with sweat dripping from her glowing face and pert little tits – Kami whining as she rode the bucking bronco of my cock with wild abandon – Kami laying spent in a collapsed heap on my heaving chest – Kami sucking life back into my soften manhood – Kami on her hands and knees, wiggling her tight little buns, and begging to be fucked doggy-style in her asshole.

By the time the morning sun rose, I knew that Kami and I were definitely compatible in bed and that I had found that special woman to spend my life. By the way, Kami is humping my hand that she had shoved between her legs that she felt the same way too about me.

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Chapter two.

Some history.

Despite the debauchery of last night, I was awake early, crackling with energy, as is normal for me after a good sex session. Far from being tired, I am energised by sex. I was at my desk early, only to find that I could not access the computer files for the project I had been working on. When I tried to find out why, I was told that my security clearance had been revoked, due to my resignation. I was handed what I consider to be clerical work, normally done by lower grade workers. I was insulted. I asked if I could leave now, rather than have to work out my notice. I was told no, but that I had seven days accrued leave due to me, I could shorten my notice by that amount if I wanted to. I decided that I could be as uncooperative as them, I would take time off to suit myself. I had some house-hunting to do in London, I would use my leave to do that.

I did try to concentrate on the work I had been given, but it was boring compared to what I was used to. I spent most of my time on the web, surfing for accommodation in London. I was glad when Friday came. Last day. Tomorrow I would go shopping in Manchester.

My mind rolled back to the years I had spent in Manchester at university. I owed a great deal to the town, my education, even my life…

*****

My name is Clare. I an five foot six. Other dimensions are a bit misleading, suffice to say that I am slim, well proportioned but with ‘C’ cup breasts, which are pretty much self supporting, one boyfriend described them as ‘torpedo tits’. I have pale skin, some freckles and red hair, which includes my pubes. I keep that area well trimmed, but I would not shave it off, my ‘burning bush’ drives men wild. I was born in Edinburgh An only child to what you would call ‘elderly parents’. I had a happy, conventional childhood. My parents were quite well off, so I had a good education and easily won a place at the university of my choice, Manchester, reading economics and European languages.

I was an ugly child, right up to my late teens, so even when other girls my age were beginning to take an interest in boys, I was ignored by them. I am now considered to be something of a beauty, but was a virgin until I started at Manchester.

At first, sex seemed clumsy and messy. I suppose many females would agree. But I stuck at it and became competent. At least, my partners kept coming back for more. It was usually me who dumped them, about three months was enough to have me wanting a different cock. So many men, so little time! But one at a time, I was not a bed-hopper.

I soon developed a reputation for being a good cock-sucker and an even better wanker. I quite enjoyed my power over men, able to reduce them to pleading wimps with, quite literally, a flick of my wrist. The sight of spurting spunk fascinated me. Still does.

The death of my parents changed me. They were on holiday in Israel, ‘The Bible Lands’. Their car was targeted by an Israeli ground attack aircraft, as a training exercise, but the pilot accidentally released a live missile which vapourised their car. I had no remains to bury. I had no other relatives, apart from an uncle in Australia, my father’s older brother. He came to the memorial service, but scurried back to Oz as soon as he could. I was on my own.

I did not cry. I felt no anger or loss. I just felt numb. I started to drink too much and increasingly turned to casual sex, trying to fuck my grief away . At parties I would take on any man who wanted me, often in front of an audience, the more the merrier. Oddly, my studies did not suffer, I found it easy, but it was a senior lecturer who suggested that I take a year off, to ‘sort myself out’. She, (the lecturer was a she,) said that I would be welcomed back after a break, but that the college authorities were concerned about the effect I was having on my fellow students. She also told me that, behind my back, they called me ‘Spunk-bucket’.

So I took a year off. I could afford it. I had sold the family house, for an astronomical sum, and the Israeli authorities had paid me a significant sum as compensation. Compensation? Where can you buy new parents? The money was meaningless, but it did give me complete freedom do what I wanted.

I rented out the small flat that I had bought and turned up at Manchester airport with a small bag of belongings, my passport and enough plastic cards to access money as and when needed. The first flight available was to Malaga. So I took it. At the back of my mind was an idea that I would go to where my parents died. Malaga was closer than Manchester. It would do.

But then I started to have cold feet. ‘What was there to see in Israel? A crater?’ I took a room in a cheap Hotel. Give myself time to think. Stay off the booze though, that was not the answer. Not far away was a bar, frequented by holidaymakers of all nationalities. I took a job there, serving drinks to others. No alcohol for me, but there were plenty of men!

I had my pick, but was not all girne escort that choosy, quantity rather than quality.

After two weeks, I began to be bored. The crunch came one night after the bar had closed. I had allowed myself to be steered into the alley behind the bar, by a good looking, but very drunk Norwegian. I leaned back against an overflowing rubbish skip, removed my knickers and hoisted my skirt around my waist to allow access to the part that he was most interested in. I had to guide him in, but he was good and hard. He fucked me with long hard strokes. It felt good, but as usual, did not lead to the Earth moving for me. That would come later, courtesy of my own fingers.

We were not alone in the alley, opposite there was another couple, in a similar situation, her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, his bare arse pumping rhythmically. But as my fucker emptied his load into my accommodating cunt, the girl opposite threw her head forward and vomited over her lover’s shoulder, onto the already filthy road.

That was it. Time to move on. I thanked my Norwegian for his services, replaced my knickers and knocked on the back door of the bar. The owner was still there, cleaning up and re-stocking. He lived in the flat over the bar. I told him that I would not be coming back. I liked him. I probably would have fucked him were it not for his very jealous wife and business partner. He persuaded me to do “Just one more night.” I agreed and made my way to my lonely bed. I did not masturbate that night, my mind was filled with seeing that other girl puke up all the drinks she had had.

I slept late next morning, then went for a last look around Malaga. I ate a good lunch at one of the better hotels and went back to my room mid-afternoon. I intended to settle my bill, including tonight, and to leave as soon as I got up next day. I had no plans other than to leave. At the reception desk there seemed to be an argument going on. It turned out not to be an argument, just a guest trying to book a room. But he spoke no Spanish. I offered my help. In addition to my native English, (actually Scottish!) I speak French, German, Italian and Spanish. The guest was Italian. He wanted a room for one night only, but needed to pre-pay, as he would be leaving very early. It was soon settled. The guest thanked me and asked if he could buy my a drink, by way of a thank-you. He was quite a hunk, but I refused. I was working soon and determined to leave early myself. I paid my bill and went to my room, showered and put on the white, low cut, full skirted dress that was my ‘uniform’, then headed for my final evening’s work.

The bar was quiet, just a few early revellers taking advantage of the low-priced early drinks. After ten the price doubled. After about an hour, my hunky Italian walked in, recognised me immediately, and took up residence on a bar-stool close to my ‘station’. We talked off and on, when I was not serving drinks. It turned out to be a very quiet evening. Apparently, the girl I had seen puke, ended up in hospital having her stomach pumped. The police had called at the bar, word had got around and the punters were going elsewhere. My Italian, Gino, was a long distance truck driver. He had to collect his vehicle at six next morning and drive it to Naples. Suddenly, I had a plan.

“Can you take a passenger?” I asked.

He jumped at the offer. I was in no doubt about how I would pay my way, nor was he. The journey would take four days, he slept in the cab, was that okay?

I wanted him. My mind ran riot over the things we would do in that cab. I could feel myself juicing. I wanted him right now.

Miguel, the bar owner, read the situation perfectly. It was close to midnight anyway, but he leaned close and told me that I could go now if I wished. He also took advantage of our closeness to have a good feel of my arse. The first and only time he had touched me. I thanked him, said goodbye and under his wife’s withering gaze, gave him a kiss on the mouth.

Gino and I hurried back to our hotel. In his room, I seized the hem of my dress and pulled it over my head. I stood in pants and shoes only. As usual no bra. Gino let out a stream of Italian superlatives and tore off his shirt, buttons popping. His jeans followed, allowing his huge prick to bounce into view. My turn for superlatives. He was gorgeous. Dark skinned, built like an athlete, black hair over most of his body, like an Olympic gorilla. Best of all, waving at me was the biggest cock I had seen, complemented by a pair of balls that would not have disgraced a horse.

He pushed me down on the bed and showered me with kisses, all the time complimenting me on the perfection of whatever he was kissing. When he got to my panty-clad pubes, he bit the front of the skimpy garment and tore it off with his teeth. For too short a time, he licked my dripping twat, then moved over me, between my widespread and welcoming thighs and without needing to be guided in, drove gölcük escort his mighty cunt-stretcher into me. I yelled, he went to pull out again but I trapped him by wrapping my legs around him and urged him to continue.

It was a frantic coupling and one which in record time, gave me a rare orgasm without the need for fingers. He too, came almost immediately. With a great roar he released a torrent of Neapolitan cream into my clasping quim, driving deep into me with each subsequent spurt.

He rolled off, panting. We were soaked in sweat. I could feel his generous offering running out of me to soak into the sheet. He stretched out an arm, inviting me to nestle against him. I did so and reached for his now deflated, slippery snake, Very soon it was hard again. I moved down to take it into my mouth, but he stopped me, asking instead that I mount him. I did so with pleasure, this time I held his length and allowed it so slowly slide into me as I lowered myself onto it, savouring the thickness and length. He began fucking up into me, I held onto the bed-head for support as his thrusts threatened to throw me off. We soon reached a mutual rhythm as he shafted me with long violent strokes. Faster and faster, harder and harder. I released the headboard with my left hand, so that I could use it on my clit, wanting to come again, this time as his fountain erupted up me. And then the bed broke.

We were uncoupled by the violence of the breakage, but unhurt. Our second coming had been postponed by shoddy hotel furniture. We both went into fits of laughter.

“My room?” I suggested.

Both naked, we crossed the corridor to my room, where we resumed what had promised to be a memorable fuck. This time the encounter reached it’s natural conclusion, with another helping of cream being spewed into me. I did not come again that night, but Gino did. Twice more. Both into my cunt, I did not get to find out if his monster would fit in my mouth. At least, not until the next day.

We crept out of the hotel at about five-thirty next morning, found a taxi and made our way to the port. Gino’s lorry had been there being loaded overnight. I was not permitted to go into the port, I had to wait at the gate. It was raining, so the security men allowed me to shelter in their ‘rest room’. It took ages for Gino to complete all the paperwork. The guards took turns to see if I was alright, bringing me coffee, then biscuits, then a magazine, then to ask if I needed the bathroom. It was all an excuse to ogle my bra-less tits, displayed to advantage under a tight tee-shirt. I thought about the fine fucking I had had last night and hopefully, would have again soon. This made my nipples stick out, much to the delight of my two admirers.

At last Gino was back. His truck was enormous. A low-loader with a large, streamlined container strapped to it. I never did find out what the load was, Gino said that he had not been told, but to guard it with his life. I was, however, more interested in the loads that I hoped Gino was going to deliver to me. Frequently.

The journey was a delight. The high driving position allowed me to see far more of the countryside than is possible from a car and the cab was equipped with every conceivable comfort. We drove non-stop all morning, then pulled into a truck-stop for lunch. Nothing like the ‘greasy-spoon’ cafes that serve as truck stops in the UK. This one served food that would have done credit to a good restaurant. I allowed myself a couple of glasses of wine and was feeling horny by the time we got back to the truck. In the air-conditioned comfort of Gino’s cab, I expected, and wanted, another helping of his magnificent cock. But he refused.

“Rest now, fuck tonight.” He said.

I was disappointed, I had expected regular servicing, but he was in charge. For now at least. Another non-stop drive along mainly non-motorway roads followed, for some reason Gino avoided motorways unless forced onto them by ‘obligatory route’ signs. But it was on a main highway, at a well equipped service area, where we eventually stopped for the night.. After parting to shower in the rest rooms, we met up in the restaurant for a light meal. Then it was back to the truck, which Gino had converted to a sleeping area.

We stripped naked and started to kiss and caress. Whereas our first night had started with a frenzy and finished with gentle tenderness, this night was the opposite. Gino gently kissed his way down my willing body, paying special attention to my tits, until his mouth was on my cunt. He quickly brought me to a shuddering climax, then climbed over me and slid his torpedo into my wet slit. We fucked lovingly, Gino clearly wanted to make it last. When he tired of being on top, he rolled over, taking me with him, so that I could ride him. I could sense his crisis building. I moved my lips close to his ear and asked him not to come yet, but to let me suck him off.

Few men can resist such an offer. Gino rolled over to allow göztepe escort me access to his straining tool, now wet with my juices. I slowly slipped my lips over his bulging knob and sucked it gently. Gino bucked his arse of the couch, pushing more of his length into my mouth. I could not deep throat him, he was just too big, but I tried very hard, enjoying every second of it. He could not bear much of my skilful sucking, he warned my of his impending orgasm and seconds later it was gushing into my mouth and being gulped down my throat. I sucked and licked him clean, then slid up his body to kiss him. He turned his head away. Not until I had rinsed my mouth with water would he kiss me on the mouth, not wanting to taste his own spunk. How macho is that?

He needed time to recover and asked if I would mind watching some porn on his TV. Of course I did not mind, I enjoy good porn. I nestled under his arm, he covered us with a light blanket and ran the video. Italian porn is not much different to British porn. It usually ends the same way, with a showcase ejaculation by the hero or heroes, usually over the face of the leading lady. The second sequence soon went anal, the male ‘actors’ taking it in turn to sodomise a fragile looking blonde, then wanking themselves onto her buttocks. Gino turned to me and asked if I ‘did Greek’, a term which I was unfamiliar with, but could not mistake. I had tried it with vibrators, but had never had a real prick pushed up there. After some consideration, I replied that I had not, but was willing to try, if that was what he wanted.

Oh! He wanted it alright. I was nervous. Could his huge cock go into my tight virgin anus? It took several attempts and a great deal of lubrication for just the tip to gain entry, and I shrieked in pain when he at last popped in. He moved slowly, gaining depth with each stroke until, amazingly, his balls were against the top of my thighs. Only then did he began to ream my arsehole with fearsome power. It hurt like hell, but I was loving it. At last he came, with a great animal roar he spurted jet after jet of spunk up my clenching hole. He pulled out and slumped onto the bed beside me. In seconds he was snoring gently. Alone, I pushed a finger up my arse and felt his come inside me, then using the stuff as lubricant, I strummed my clit to a final orgasm before falling asleep myself.

We were on the road early next morning and the day followed the same pattern as the one before. In retrospect, it could not have been any other way, he had a job to do, I was a passenger and his plaything. Before falling asleep, he fucked me twice, once in the purpose-built place and then in the newly opened one. Then he was snoring. The idea of being a trucker’s whore had seemed glamourous, now it had become boring. By lunchtime on day three, we would be somewhere near Cannes. I decided to bail out there.

Again an early start. Driving mainly east, the sun was pouring through the windscreen, the air conditioning was struggling. I peeled off my T-shirt and enjoyed the feel of the sun on my bare tits. As we overtook and were overtaken, other drivers seemed to enjoy it as well. I began to feel horny again. I decided that I would leave Gino with memories that would stay with him always.

I struggled out of my jeans and pants, placed my feet on the dashboard, legs widespread, and began to masturbate. Anyone who looked into the cab could see my display. It was so dirty that I almost fainted when I came. Gino could not keep his eyes off me, we were in grave danger of going off the road at times, but it was very exciting. Little did he know that there was more to come. To be specific — him.

I sucked my juice off my fingers, then, still naked, knelt on the floor of the cab and unzipped Gino’s jeans. It was a struggle to free his big boner from his clothes, but I persevered and took his engorged tip into my mouth. I sucked him off as he drove and was rewarded by a massive flood of his come into my lusting mouth.

I left his limp cock hanging out of his flies and put my clothes back on. By the time we pulled off for lunch, I was decent. I told Gino that this was the end of the line for me, thanked him and jumped down while he was tucking his tool away. At the petrol pumps was a taxi, just finished fuelling. The driver agreed to take me to Cannes straight away. I could still taste Gino’s spunk on my back teeth.

*****

I spent nine months travelling around mainland Europe, just being a tourist and having my little ‘adventures’ with anyone who took my fancy. None of my experiences are much worth writing about, but I was able to satisfy my need for regular fucking. I made two trips back ‘home’, that is, to Manchester, partly to check on my flat, which I had rented to students, but also to replenish supplies of contraceptive pills. It was a big and unpleasant surprise therefore, that I discovered that I was pregnant.

It was a strange pregnancy from the start. Not that I had any previous experience of pregnancy, but having missed a period, a pregnancy test showed negative. I tried twice more, with test kits from different manufacturers. Still negative. When I missed my next period, I decided that a visit to a doctor was required. I decided to head home again, this matter needed my native language.

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