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This story features drunkness, CNC and stalking as well as very light femdom and bondage – If you don’t like to read about that stuff, feel free to skip this! Anyways, please enjoy!

Valentine’s Day, 2019

“What’s your fan-fantasy, Leo?” Kaya drunkenly slurred, trying to hold eye contact with the cute little wimp she’d found outside the club.

“W-what?! I can’t tell you that! We don’t even know each other!” Leo nervously replied. He’d only met Kaya that night but she had been like a whirlwind, sweeping him up and blinding him with the brightness of her personality.

Leo had always been shy so it was already out of character that he’d agreed when his friend Jack had begged him to go to the event in the city with him.

He’d joked, saying that having Leo around was better than the best wingman because Leo was so wimpy that he made Jack look better. It wasn’t the first time he’d made a joke like that but Leo knew his friend meant no harm and brushed it aside. After all, it was Valentine’s Day! Maybe he would get lucky for the first time and finally, finally lose his virginity.

He’d thought he was dreaming when the hot, larger-than-life darkskin girl that had been the centre of attention on the dance floor stared longer than usual at him. She was stunning. Her curvy, tight body was unlike anything he’d ever seen. She was like a siren, with full breasts, a fuller ass and perfect, pretty, full lips.

To avoid seeming like a creep, he looked away breaking their intense staring match. He yearned for it though– the connection. The feeling of someone wanting him, seeing him. He didn’t have the courage to chase that, though. His only hope was low-stakes social situations like the club on Valentine’s Day. Horny, lonely people might understand him.

It was a dream when the gorgeous woman had grabbed him. He couldn’t stop staring down at where her hand held his in disbelief. His silm, pale hand looked pathetic in her, dark, strong one but he didn’t care. A woman was touching him! A beautiful woman who shouldn’t even notice him, no less.

“Youuu are so c-cute!” The woman said once she’d dragged him to an adequately quiet corner. “I’m Kaya, by the way! I’m a – I’m-a-little-drunk! You are– did I tell you, you’re so cute?!”

He should have been offended. He was a man! He wasn’t cute, but her hand was still on his and he couldn’t think past the throbbing of his cock and his heart.

“What’s your name, cute little boy?!” Kaya demanded in her drunkenness.

“I’m Leo.” He mumbled.

“Huh?!” She pulled him flush against his body and his whole body went into overdrive. He couldn’t help the erection that sprung up at the unprecedented female attention. It took a moment for him to realise through his drunken stupor and hers, that she had been making a clumsy attempt to pull his mouth closer to her ear so that she could hear him.

“My name, it-it’s Leo.” He enunciated more clearly that time and she heard.

“Leooooo, a cute name for a cute boy!” escort kartal She giggled. She still held him against her so he felt every movement and he thought he might burst into flames from how good he felt. Or at least, burst in some other, more embarrassing way.

“Are you a virgin, Leo?” She asked like she was inquiring about the weather and not his greatest shame. “Don’t be embarrassed if you are, baby! We’re only nineteen, it’s totally normal to be untouched- don’t let your boyfriends brainwash you with their toxic masculinity!”

Leo was about to tell her he was actually eighteen but she started to stumble slightly, almost sliding down the wall. Leo grabbed her gently and steadied her. She felt so right in his hands. When he realised she wouldn’t be able to stand much longer he made a move bolder than he ever would have dared if he was sober. “Why don’t you follow me to my car, Kaya? You can sit in the drivers seat and sober up a bit. If you do that, I’ll answer any questions you want, okay?”

“Okay promise then!”

“P-promise what?” He asked, confused.

“Duh! That you’re not a murderer, if I follow you, please-p please don’t do a murder on me.” Kaya’s drunken slurring was hardly sensical but Leo reassured her regardless. He manoeuvred her through the crowd and ignored the slightly jealous look of approval jack gave him.

When the two of them were sat in the car, heater blasting, Leo felt desperately nervous all over again.

“So.” Kaya started, her head resting on the dashboard, “are you a virgin?”

“Yes, Kaya.” The quiet reply came.

“Awww of course! A cute little boy like you is too nice to go around fuckin! Ugh, I should have lost my virginity to someone like you. You don’t come out much do you?”

He shook his head.

“Ssee?! P-perfect! I wish sweet boys did it for me.” She slid back in the seat, eyes closed.

This caught Leo’s attention. They didn’t ‘do it’ for her? But she wished they did. Did he have a chance? His cock throbbed at the thought, again. He imagined sliding his cock past the sweet, dark folds of her pussy. How she’d gasp and whimper.

“L-Leo are you listening, cutie? What’s your fan-fantasy?” She was growing curious about the scrumptious little wimp who had gently placed her in his car.

“What do you mean?” His breathing was heavier. Not for the first time that night, his eyes dipped down to the generous swell of her breasts over her strapless LBD. The ways some of her tightly coiled strands tickled the beauty on show only teased him further and he had to discreetly adjust himself.

“What does anyone ever m-mean when they ask that, sweetie? I mean what’s your sexual fantasy. What scenario in your head makes you hot, even without touching yourself. We all have one! Tell me yours and I’ll tell you mine.” She whispered the last part conspiratorially and Leo suffered another twitch.

Could he do it? He had no experience and he didn’t want to embarrass bayan escort himself by describing something perverted but there was something so… electrifying about Kaya, he didn’t want to tell her no or lie to her.

He began: “It would be with someone gorgeous, like you. She’d walk into the room and demand that I strip, pushing me onto the bed once I do. I’d beg her to let me put my cock in her but she’d laugh, climbing into the bed beside me and spreading her legs. She’s naked and every inch of her is on view for me making me ache. ‘Come and lick me.

It’s the most a loser like you can do!’ She’d command. She doesn’t give me a chance to agree, though. Her hands force my mouth against her pussy and I obey, licking and sucking and drinking her sweet juice until she explodes on my face, crying out. My cock is straining and desperate but I haven’t earned any attention for it so I just grind pathetically against the bedside. ‘Do you want to put your pathetic little dick in me?’ She coos. ‘Yes! Yes please, miss!’ I’d cry back but she wouldn’t care. She’d lay me out, climb on top of me and grind against me, making herself felt good on my hardness.

‘Oh, I’m not going to put virgin dick inside me. Come on fuck toy, make me cum.” She’d grind harder. She’d buck on my cock, driving me crazy before reaching up to choke me with her beautiful, delicate hands. She’d squeeze so hard I’m seeing stars and scratch angry red lines down my chest when she finally cums against my still hard cock. I’d be close, so close but she’d ignore it, not caring, before climbing up and pinning my head between thick, luscious thighs.

Her pussy would slam down, suffocating me, choking me. She wouldn’t care. Neither would my cock, bouncing and twitching in spite of or, because of the pain she would cause me.

When I’d finally black out from the air flow she’d slide off me, waking me back up by spitting in my face. ‘What do you say?’ She’d ask, while my cock leaks pathetically in a ruined orgasm.

‘Thank you!’ I’d say. Then she’d call me a good boy and it would all be okay.”

When Leo finished Kaya was gobsmacked. She wasn’t that into the whole femdom thing but Leo had made it sound titillating. She felt a little more sober and the fantasy had made her hot. Before she could tell him that he practically barked at her.

“Yours now!” He said, embarrassed. He hadn’t meant to share in so much detail and he wanted her to speak before he weirded her out. Kaya was the first woman he’d ever had the courage to speak to like this and, even if it was partly because of the liquor, he didn’t want to lose his chance. “Please.”

“Okay, cutie. You don’t have to tell me twice!” She giggled.

“Don’t judge, okay!” She said before relaying her own fantasy: “It’d be some guy I’d meet at the gym. I’m super, super turned on by muscular bodies. We’d make eye contact every so often, then it would progress to smiles then one day I’d be on the chest press and I’d look up to escort maltepe a perfectly chiseled, broad chest.

‘Huh?’ I’d say to whatever question he’d asked me, I’d be to distracted by the abs, the perfection and the growing achey desire in my chest to lick up and down his. He’d smile, almost knowingly. ‘How many more sets do you have?’ I’d give him a shy smile back, ‘just two’ He’d lean again a nearby machine, pinning me with his gaze. ‘I’ll wait then.’

I’d barely get through the sets, my core warming from his nearness, he’s hotter than anyone I’ve ever seen and it drives me crazy. ‘Thanks’ he’d say settling onto the machine as I hurry away, overwhelmed by how much he turns me on. I’d rush to the changing room to play with myself, just to relieve the pressure.

I’d be ashamed afterwards and avoid the gym for weeks. But with my luck, he’d be there when I go back. Even though I’d go in the wee hours of the morning.

‘Haven’t seen you in a while!’ He’d call across the gym, grinning. His voice would make my nerves sing, so deep and sonorous. How are we the only ones here? I’d ask myself, nervous about what I might do with just he and I alone together.

‘Yeah! I live over by orchard way so the constructions been keeping me up, I’m hardly sleeping.’ I’d laugh, awkwardly. It would be mortifying, completely and utterly mortifying if he knew the real reason I’d been avoiding the gym.

‘Aw, damn. I hope they finish up soon, that sucks!’

I’d nod and get into my routine, finishing as quickly as possible before returning home. I’d avoid the gym again for weeks. Better to stay away from someone I can’t have, after all. I wouldn’t know if I’m his type and my ego would be too fragile to even ask or make my interest known.

It’d be a Friday evening and I’d be getting ready to sit and watch tv with a glass of wine. Just after pouring I’d her a knock on the glass one of the back windows. I always forget to close that window so I’d go to check that nothing had gotten in. I’d see there was nothing amiss except the window unlocked but closed and back to my wine before drifting off on the sofa.

When I’d wake in my bed my vision would be blurry. I’d just about make out a tall, broad-shouldered figure in the doorway of my room. I’d be confused before reaching for my phone only to realise that my hands are cuffed to my bed-frame above my head.

‘H-hello? C-can somebody help me please?’ I’d say quietly. A dark chuckle would come from the figure before he’d step towards me.

‘Shh, baby. You’re okay.’ He’d say, coming into view.

‘You?!’ I’d say, shocked, aroused and scared.

‘Yes, me. I hadn’t seen you in so long. I realised you left me no choice, baby. Don’t worry. I’m going to make you feel good.’

I’d struggle against the chains, deep arousal warring with survival instincts. I’d try to convince him to free me but he’d cover my mouth, pressing his hand almost painfully.

‘Don’t ask me to let you go because you need this, baby! You need someone to love you. To control you. To use you and show you how good it feels to be owned. You want that, don’t you? To be owned?’ He’d be holding me too firmly for me to shake my head to disagree or even agree. ‘I know you’re scared but that doesn’t matter.’

*this fantasy is continued in the next part*

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Four Months Later.

It was an extremely hot summer day in June, but the day was promising rain. Gray clouds billowed and swelled, swirling steadily across the sky. The wind had picked up, but it was still unpleasantly warm. I let out a small sigh and closed the window of my new apartment.

Just yesterday, I had unpacked the last of my belongings and knick-knacks, with the help of Gabe. Since our first encounter four months ago, we’ve had limited contact. Between work and this divorce, I’ve been extremely busy. However, he graciously dropped what he was doing two days ago when I approached him and asked for help.

He had gone into town a few minutes ago with the promise of returning with food. Last night, he had stayed with me, although he slept on the couch. It was an accident, really. After helping me move, we had watched a movie. Sometime into it, he had fallen asleep, so I just covered him with a warm blanket and let him stay.

Of course, we hadn’t spoken of our intimate moment four months ago. There were a few instances where I caught him staring, but I honestly didn’t mind. Despite the fact that he was quickly approaching his sixties, Gabe was in excellent physical shape. Years of hard manual labor had left him strong and toned. By genetics, he was extraordinarily handsome as well. With a strong jaw that was lined with a neatly-trimmed beard and incredible blue, twinkling eyes, he was more than attractive. He still had a full head of hair, although it had turned to a suiting dark gray.

Although my soon-to-be ex-husband had inherited certain attributes from his father, it was obvious that Greg took after his mother. He had green, beady eyes that were set into a round face that rested top an even rounder figure and an awful, despicable attitude that was downright foul. Words can’t really describe how miserable I was with him. Oh well, he’s old history.

At that moment, I see Gabe’s familiar truck pull into the parking lot. Just a few moments later, I let him in to see he has indeed brought food. I close the door behind him, locking it securely.

“I didn’t know what to get you, so I just ordered a cheeseburger,” he apologizes, fishing around the paper sack and producing a burger. I take it with a smile.

“It sounds perfect, Gabriel.” I say. “Thank you.”

“It’s the least I could do. You let me stay here last night,” he waves his hand to the couch, but I shake my head.

“After everything you’ve done for me, was I supposed to kick you off my couch?” I ask him, raising an eyebrow. “I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Del.” He says, giving me that lopsided grin. It takes my breath away, how gorgeous he is at times. “It’s raining.”

Glancing outside, I realize he’s quite correct. The promised rain has begun spattering against the windows, and thunder rumbles gently. afyon escort

“Let’s eat,” I murmur.

Ten minutes later, the remains of our meal were being thrown away and Gabe was putting in a movie. The rain had really picked up, and thunder rolled noisily outside. My irrational fear of loud noises caused me to shift uneasily.

“You all right?” he asks, his blue eyes seeking out my own. “Is it the thunder?”

“Yeah,” I admit, embarrassed. “Always.”

“I’ll keep you safe,” he murmurs, taking a seat next to me. Casually, he drapes his arm over the back of the couch, behind me. Tentatively, I lean against him, resting my head where his shoulder and neck meet. Instantly, he stiffens, and I feel myself unraveling. Of course he doesn’t want this again; it was only a fluke, what happened four months ago . . .

Then, his arms wrap around me, and I let out a breath I had been holding. His hands rub my back and his chin rests on top of my head. Nervously, I shuffle in closer, allowing myself to relax.

“Do you ever think about . . . Valentine’s Day?” I ask quietly.

“All the time,” he answers immediately, his voice guarded.

“What do you think about?” I ask, clinging to his strong arm.

Gabe doesn’t answer immediately. Instead, he lets out a soft sigh, pulling his arm back to himself. He stands, turning away from me and steadily walking toward the kitchen window. Rain still spatters the window, like little tears running down the glass.

“You have always been so beautiful, Delylah. So beautiful.” he whispers quietly, though I can hear him from the couch. “I wanted to kiss you from the first time my son brought you home. Of course I knew it was wrong, but I knew he would hurt you.”

Gabe stops, taking in a deep breath and looking at me. His gorgeous blue eyes are sad. I stand and gaze at him for a few moments. Then, we walk toward the other, and he clutches me to his chest. My own arms wrap around him, and I wholly relax. It’s wonderful to be against him again.

“I’ve thought about you quite a bit,” he confesses. “I thought about calling you every day. Every time I picked up the phone, I couldn’t dial. I wanted you to move on from Greg.”

“I have moved on,” I murmur quietly, kissing his neck. Gabe lets out a small moan, squeezing my hips and bringing me closer. “I’m sorry I never called.”

“Don’t apologize, honey.” he says softly, tucking my hair behind my ear. His fingers brush my cheek, causing my eyes to close. Oh, how I want his mouth on mine again . . .

“I’ve missed you,” I say in barely more than a whisper. His thumb traces my lower lip, and I kiss it softly.

“Do you realize how much I’ve loved you, from the first time we met? It was so difficult to see you with my son . . . but how could I jeopardize aydın escort his happiness? And five years later, I’m still so desperately in love with you. I’m so pathetic . . .”

“Don’t say that, Gabriel,” I say furiously, taking his bearded, handsome face in my hands. His gorgeous blue eyes gaze sadly at me before his own hands find mine.

“Delylah, we can’t . . . be together. Greg . . . Claire.” Gabe stops, looking away from me. I close my eyes for a moment, thinking of his horrible ex-wife . . . what she did to him. He takes my hands from his face and kisses my forehead. “I love you to the moon, but I will not allow them to destroy you. If we pursue this . . . you will be hurt. I cannot let that happen.”

“Then don’t allow it to,” I say quietly. “You’ve always protected me, why is this different?”

“This is so much different,” he says, and we laugh together. “Goodness Del, I love you.”

“I love you too, Gabriel.” I breathe, and he squeezes me to his chest.

Somehow, my lips find his. Our kiss is passionate; there is no rush. His skilled, wonderful hands dance over my body while his tongue expertly explores my mouth, my lips. Gently, his beard tickles me. Everything is so pleasant and perfect.

Carefully, I begin undoing the buttons on his shirt. At first, I feel him stiffen against me. I stop and rub my hands against his chest, his neck. Softly, he moans against me and his own hands lift my shirt over my head.

“Gabriel, I want this,” I whine, tearing his shirt from him. My hands explore his muscular, strong chest while his hands nervously travel over my own torso.

“What have you done to me?” he asks playfully, unbuttoning my jeans. I look down and undo his, giggling at the obvious strain.

It doesn’t take long, but soon we are both naked and breathing heavily. Our mouths are locked in a passionate, tender kiss. His hands expertly touch in all the right spots. My legs are wrapped around his waist, begging him to enter me. However, he’s merely brushing his head against my growing wetness, in a painfully slow, methodical way.

“Gabriel, you have got to be the most patient man in the universe,” I groan, trying to force myself onto his hardness. “Please . . .”

“You have to be the most impatient woman in the universe, Delylah,” he says, pressing his mouth to mine. “I want to cherish this. I want to remember every way your body feels under my hands, my skin. You are so beautiful.”

“Gabriel . . .” I moan as he gently nibbles my neck. “I want this . . . I want us.”

“Me too, baby. Me too,” he sighs sadly, his prick pressing against my entrance. Seizing an opportunity, I slide onto him and gasp at the intrusion. He’s so much bigger than Greg . . .

“Jesus, Del.” he shakes his head and pulls himself out of me. I groan ağrı escort in frustration, my mouth finding his and assaulting his tongue. “You’re very tight.”

“I want you inside of me. Please?” I moan against his mouth. He chuckles darkly before shoving his entire length into my awaiting warmth. Once more, I shout in pleasure and pain as I feel him ripping me apart. “Gabe!”

“You feel so exquisite,” he whispers in my ear, slowly moving inside me. I throw my head back and moan from his pleasure. “I won’t last long if you keep acting this way, Delylah.”

“I’ll take anything I can get from you,” I murmur as he pushes himself inside me once more. I feel as though I could go off any second. Our mouths are inseparable as he makes love to me; his hands caress every inch of my body with precision.

“I have to stop, Del. I’m going to come,” he murmurs, nibbling my ear. “It’s been . . . a very long time.”

“Don’t stop,” I plea, rocking on his manhood. I feel the anticipation building inside of me, and I know I won’t last long, either. “I’m going to shatter against you.”

“I’ll pick up your pieces,” he promises, pressing his mouth to mine once more. Slowly, he rocks back and forth inside of me, and I feel myself losing control.

“Gabe!” I shout as I feel myself tighten around his length. “Oh, I’m coming!”

“Are you on the pill?” he asks frantically, pumping his hips against me. I feel his balls slapping my ass and it’s enough to send me over the edge.

“No,” I shake my head, grinding my hips to meet his. “I want you inside of me. All of you.”

“I’m so close,” he says through clenched teeth.

“Let go,” I urge, nibbling his neck.

When he comes, he throws his head back and shouts my name. I feel him gush inside me, and I gasp as I come around him for a second time. Slowly, our breath returns to normal as he relaxes and holds me close.

“You are sincerely amazing, Del.” he murmurs, climbing off of me and laying on his side, bringing me with him.

“So are you” I say softly, my eyes closing. He surrounds me so perfectly with his strong arms.

“I love you,” he kisses my forehead. “To the ends of the universe and back again.”

“Gabriel . . . I love you, too.” I sob against his chest, surprised at my reaction. His arms wrap around me soothingly, his lips finding mine. “Please . . . this can’t end here.”

“Sssh, let’s just be happy for right now. Kiss me, baby girl.” Gabriel’s lips brush gently against mine, and I shatter against him once more. “After your divorce is finalized, no force on earth will be able to keep me from you. For right now, this cannot be public.”

“For right now, I can be happy with that.” I smile through my tears, and he kisses the end of my nose. “Thank you, Gabriel.”

“No, Delylah. Thank you,” Gabriel flips me to my back once more and expertly positions himself on top of me. “This time will last much longer.”

As he pushes himself inside me, I scream out his name, my nails digging into his skin. My legs wrap around his torso as our mouths meet once more. He is truly a wonderful, exquisite man.

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Chapter 7 – Jeremy

I woke up to a scream. My mind was still clouded and I could barely think. It took a moment, but I realized it had been my own scream. There was stabbing sensation going up and down my legs.

“Good, you’re finally awake,” the tone of Kari’s voice was chilling.

“What the fuck?” I asked in a pained grunt.

She snorted, “Don’t act innocent with me, I know what you are.”

My head spun as I tried to make sense of that. I looked up and around. I was in a cellar, and there were lines drawn on the ground around me. Bell was in a similar circle close by but she was still out.

“What did you do to her?”

Kari smirked, “Drugs, I can’t risk letting her wake up. You on the other hand I can play with until the others get here. I wanted to just kill you, but they want to question you first, something about some sick bitch necromancer killing humans.”

I looked up confused, “Why? We didn’t do anything to you.”

She snorted, “Because I did unto you first. I found your sacrificial knife and I know what you planned to do once I was knocked unconscious by round two. You’re not the ones that killed my sister, but you’ll do.”

Pain lanced up and down my other leg, I could only imagine what she was doing to me. I couldn’t even lift my head to look down my body. I also couldn’t touch my magic or connect with my amulets. They were still on me, lying on my chest. No one else could remove them unless they knew the specific command word, or they drained it of magic.

I wondered how long she’d been attacking me with TK to drain that shield amulet, probably hours considering how strong I’d made it. She obviously hadn’t broken the mind one, or she’d know what she was accusing us of wasn’t true.

Fuck. I’d never talk her out of this if a warlock and demon had killed her sister. She was also a little crazy, why the hell did she go through with fucking us the first time for? She could have started with the wine; of course I didn’t actually ask her that…

She laughed darkly, “I’m kind of glad now actually. This is very satisfying. And if another of you evil bastards dies because of it even better.”

I struggled to connect to my magic, anything, but it was impossible through the drugs and the pain. Even if I did, I was inside a circle; I doubted I could break out that easily. Even fully healed it could take a while to break a witch’s circle. I looked over at Bell and felt a little sad that we’d only had a week together after denying ourselves for so long. What a waste of time, I was an idiot.

Then I got angry at myself for giving up, I didn’t want to give up but I had no idea what to do.

I heard her cackle as the pain moved to one of my arms. If anything my legs hurt more now, absence the constant piercing feeling they started to throb, like the pressure of her TK had lessened the pain somehow. I started to cough violently as I inhaled my own saliva and I wondered if I would drown, but my body turned over and I continued to cough into the floor, my arm on fire.

Kari said, “You won’t get away that easily.”

I said, “We don’t hunt to kill,” but it came out all garbled.

It didn’t matter anyway, I was pretty screwed. Even if by some miracle we escaped my body felt like hamburger, although I didn’t really know, maybe she was torturing me through my nerves. I clung to that hope for a second, even though I knew it was a lie.

I screamed as loudly as I could when the pain rolled across my back onto my other arm, which was barely a pitiful squeak. Wasn’t she not supposed to kill me? All the sudden it all stopped and my body throbbed in pain all over.

“I think that’s the front door, I can’t wait to see what they do to you,” she said with cruel anticipation, laughing as she walked up the stairs.

Maybe picking up women for threesomes was a bad idea…

I’d have laughed at that thought, if I hadn’t been choking in pain. My eyes widened as I spit out blood. I was really angry, some life I had led, constantly running from people who judged me wrongly. I reached for my magic, all I wanted to do at that moment was crush that stupid bitch. Yet, it remained out of my grasp.

I turned and looked at Bell. I had to face the truth, I was a dead man. But maybe it wasn’t too late for Bell. I had gotten used to the idea that she would live forever and the idea of a world without her hurt more than the torture I’d just endured. Not that I could actually do anything to stop them.

“Well well, I’m impressed Kari. I don’t suppose you’d reconsider my offer and work for us full time. We’ve been hunting these two for a long time now.”

I gurgled a laugh, “Yes, and it took a backstabbing slut to stop us, you’re too weak to take us in a real fight.”

I choked and gasped as my back lit up with pain, but it stopped almost immediately.

“Stop that, don’t let him goad you. You can torture him to death later, once we have the information we need.”

I turned my head as far as I could, escort taksim there were six of them, plus Kari, and I could hear more coming downstairs.

I laughed, “I have no idea where the necromancer is. She is paranoid, we didn’t even meet her, we met her lich. Good luck and I hope she spills your entrails and bathes in your blood.”

He growled and said, “Let’s see if this makes you spill your guts.”

The footsteps turned out to be five witches, they surrounded Bell’s containment circle. They all looked nervous, like they’d rather be somewhere else. I wondered if they were willingly working with the humans or not, but it hardly mattered. They started to chant and the circle lit up with power.

To my horror they weren’t trying to banish Bell; they were trying to destroy her completely, including her soul.

Bell woke with a scream that cut straight to my heart. She jumped up and started attacking the circle with shadows and her fists, trying desperately to get out. There were only two ways for her to escape destruction, overpower the witches, or be banished, neither of which looked like it would happen.

He motioned the witches to stop and turned back to me. If looks could kill he’d be dead.

He asked calmly, “So warlock, tell me what you know and I’ll just have her banished. It doesn’t really make a difference to me, as long as she is gone from my world.”

I coughed up some more blood and took a half breath, which is as deep as I could take in.

“I really don’t know where she lives, why don’t you believe the truth? Can’t you feel it? Can’t you dig into my mind? Fucking bastard.”

He nodded at the witches again who put Bell through it again. After trying to escape again she looked at me in sorrow, and love. I could see as she struggled not to scream for my sake and I felt the tears in my eyes.

He cut it off again and growled at me, “Last chance, next time I let them finish the spell and destroy her soul. There is no hope at all, you must tell me.”

I could hear in his voice how frustrated he was. I think he did believe I didn’t know, he was just so rabid and desperate. I was also sure he enjoyed this immensely.

I said as loudly as I could, “She’s at your mom’s house. I heard your mom likes zombie cock.”

I knew it was childish, but I still grinned at him.

His face turned red and he struck out at me. My body went flying into the wall of the circle and I landed with a sick sounding wet crunch to the stone floor as I bounced back. Damn it, still alive. I’d hoped he’d kill me in anger. It was the only way to save Bell. If I died, as her warlock, the contract would be broken and nothing could stop her from returning to her world.

It was my last hope, or rather; it had been my last hope.

I heard the witches start to chant again. I shut my eyes tightly in anger, I couldn’t even move. I reached desperately for my magic, for anything as I searched inside myself. My eyes popped open, I couldn’t touch my magic, but I could feel the connection to my amulets. My TK shield was dead, but my mind shield and physical shield was still active. I could also feel my magical storage amulet.

I looked over at Bell one more time.

Her eyes widened and she screamed, “No,” with a look of horror on her face.

I supposed she had guessed my plan, or her side of the link was working. I’d never know which. I muttered the command word that would unravel the magic of the amulet that stored a very large amount of raw magic. I had no way to direct it, or even use it, so it exploded in quite a volatile fashion. Bell would be safe, I’d won.

I just wished this would kill everyone in the room too, but the circle would probably contain enough of the explosion before it failed that they would have no trouble blocking it.

I smiled through the pain as I felt the magic start ripping through my body. The last thing I would ever see while alive was Bell. I wouldn’t live to see her turn to shadows and disappear, but it was enough I knew it would happen, she would escape. My life was a small sacrifice to keep Bell alive. My body was ripped apart in a swirl of energies.

Chapter 8 – Katrina

Two hours ago…

I stared at the front door like it was a deadly enemy. Had I been hiding so long that I was truly afraid to leave my own house? The humans called it agoraphobia. It was a creepy ass word in my opinion. I had gotten so used to only going out as Katie or Allie, I didn’t see anything really wrong with it.

But when Sue asked me to call her, through my ghost no less, I did and she invited me out for coffee. She told me after she’d calmed down she had realized I had saved her life. Although it felt odd to her, she’d like to meet. She didn’t have any family or friends here either, she had moved away from her coven because they didn’t see eye to eye and was here for a fresh start.

Why not a friendship with a necromancer?

That’s when Celane made the comment escort topkapı that although Katie and Allie could drink coffee, as undead they really didn’t need to, so why not go out as myself. Celane also told me I could have Katie and Allie follow me just in case I needed to get out fast, but she also assured me Sue wouldn’t harm me and could turn out to be a good friend.

Who was I to argue with my lover? Especially when she was a seer and saw the future.

I had agreed at the time as it was all very reasonable, but now I was just staring at the door. Was I really this much of a coward? Was I only brave when riding my liches and in no true danger? I felt a little wobbly. For so long reaching out to me meant betrayal, the death of my parents, foolishness and weakness. All that was possibly true, but I saw it for what it really was as well, fear. I took a deep breath and reminded myself not everyone was like Fran, Neda, and Neal.

Them, plus the vampire master were actually the only ones in the community that attacked me if I didn’t include the vampires that had no free will, although most of them did run when I won and then took over the town I hadn’t really blamed them.

Allie sent in a reassuring tone, “I’ll be really close by, nothing will happen to you. Now move it you stupid bitch.”

I snickered and shook my head. It was just coffee right? It wasn’t like I’d have to fight. Even if I did fight, I was more than a match for most beings with Allie and Katie along. God I was pathetic, living life was a risk, there was no avoiding it. I’d hidden enough. I moved forward and out the door.

Allie sent, “About time.” I could feel her roll her eyes at me.

Katie stayed silent which was a good thing. Allie and I seemed to be growing into frenemies, and it was kind of fun to swap insults. Katie though was just a bitch and I wouldn’t have put up with it at all. I had wondered more than once how stupid the vampire that turned Katie was. He must have had a hard on for cute blondes.

In a way I felt like Allie was giving me a friendly push out the door.

I sighed; the world hadn’t ended after all. I was getting a few looks as I walked to the coffee shop, it was only a half mile or so, and I didn’t have a license… or a car. The looks though were not odd, worried, or even assessing how dangerous I was. They were instead looks of appreciation. I had my long reddish blonde hair down and I could feel it tickling my lower back, swaying as I walked. I was wearing a half shirt and a pair of jean shorts that did wonders for my ass.

I never really questioned my looks, but it felt good to be checked out, like a shot of confidence. I had never felt that way in Katie, who cares if they thought she was hot…

I knew humans were mostly live and let live. I’d seen it time and time again going out as Allie and Katie. But it was different now. I knew if they moved as one, I’d be dead, but the thought was ridiculous and paranoid, they wouldn’t do that. Still, I felt vulnerable, but at the same time very much alive.

I walked into the coffee shop and stood in line. I wound up with a mocha with whip cream and sprinkled cinnamon. I walked over to Sue who I’d spied on the way in and sat across from her.

“Hi Sue, everything good?”

Sue looked at me puzzled, “Who are you?”

I giggled, “Sorry, I’m Katrina. You know that wasn’t me the other day, I was inside Allie.”

I blushed as I realized how that sounded and it was Sue’s turn to laugh.

Sue said, “Well thank you again for saving me, I don’t think anyone would believe me if I told them.”

I shrugged uncomfortable with praise, “They were after me, and I’d have had to face them anyway. But you’re very welcome. Now that we know each other I’ll send you a message if more of them come.”

Sue nodded, “Are there a lot?”

I nodded, “A little over fifty right now, although there are ten I can’t find yet that I know are there. There could be more besides I don’t know about yet, so be careful. Ironically you’re in danger from moving to where I live, just not from me. I’m kind of stuck until the boss makes a mistake that leads to him.”

We chatted some more about the hunter assholes, then we moved on to more pleasant subjects, namely ourselves. I gave her a little of my history and she gave me part of hers.

She was an orphan who came into her magic at puberty with no idea what was going on. A local coven detected her and snatched her up. There were problems though, she was a natural, and quite powerful which made half her coven want to control her every move, and the other half to be jealous of her power. It was an ugly scene when she’d left.

I found myself smiling and laughing as she told a funny story about her childhood. Some of the crueler kids at the orphanage had met their match in a young confused Sue that suddenly had magic.

Sue asked, “Would you like to come over for dinner tomorrow night? I’d love to have escort şirinevler you… over,” she finished with a shy smile.

Was she flirting with me? She was attractive but I hadn’t given it any thought before, and there was Celane. Still, I wanted to be friends at the least so I nodded yes. I could think about it later, and even ask Celane for advice.

“Sure, that’d be great. What time should I…”

I got cut off as an urgent message came in. Six of the ghosts following six hunters had just found Jeremy and Bell, I’d had them looking for them and forgot. From the visuals I was getting it wasn’t good. Jeremy was… bad. And Bell looked unconscious.

I said fast, “Call me with a time, I gotta run, emergency,” and I stood up and ran toward home.

A small petty part of me wondered why I even cared. If they had taken my offer, they wouldn’t be about to get tortured to death, although it appeared that had already begun in Jeremy’s case. But I rejected that part of me, I wouldn’t let them die because they’d hurt my feelings, especially the bitch demoness.

I sent orders first to the fae, to get the portal moved to that location against the stone wall behind the group. That would take the longest, perhaps too long. I wasn’t sure they even had the ten or fifteen minutes it would take.

I made sure Katie and Allie were following me, they were. Then I ordered the six humans I had to the house. If it was just me driving Allie with Katie along, we would have major problems with seven humans and five witches. My six humans would more than even it up, and now that they were protected from distance viewing I wasn’t worried about the location being betrayed.

There was always a chance of discovery though, that last group could be here quietly watching the vamp house, waiting for me to betray myself in some way. But that was also no way to live; I wouldn’t let them die to eliminate all risk.

Besides, if they ever did discover and attack my house they’d be in for a hell of a nasty surprise. Between Neal’s warding with sorcery, and the two witches warding, plus all the fae the humans didn’t even know about yet, it would be a slaughter.

My parents had died in an attack, to say I over planned my defenses would be an understatement. Regardless, I wasn’t worried about that and the six humans were on the way. When I got in the house I ran to my room. Celane hugged me before I lay down and went into Allie.

My enslaved humans got here as they were torturing Bell for the second time. I was feeling like we needed to go now, but the portal wasn’t ready yet. I cringed and made a fist as Jeremy was picked up with TK and thrown into the containment ward, he bounced back and when he landed blood splashed everywhere. I worried I’d be too late.

Celane said to my mind, “Relax love, just another minute. Just follow your heart when you get there and it will all work out.”

I shook my head, seer talk drove me crazy. The portal opened as I watched Jeremy’s body literally start to glow brightly with magic and then explode. I froze for a moment and watched as Bell turned to shadow and disappeared. Then in anger dashed forward and put my arm through the guy standing in the back. I linked him in the fly, but I’d fix his body later when I had time.

After all, he could do magic with a hole in his chest, he was undead now. In just that brief second the odds had turned in our favor as far as human numbers. I went for the next one as the six left turned toward me and gaped. Two down. Two hundred seventy. I drew even more power as I felt the other five attack me. The witches were busy with Katie. Katie didn’t need the humans help as she turned them all to pulp one at a time.

I directed my seven, make that eight humans as I hooked the last one, to shield me, adding their shields to mine, I could feel the magical energy even out. There was no way they were getting through now. Still, I killed them quickly, no mercy. I think there was a part of me that went so fast because I was afraid one of them might surrender, and they all deserved to die.

Another reason I went so quickly was because I was tempted to torture them, to do to them what they had done to Jeremy. I suppressed that dark impulse. They were animals that needed to be put down, nothing more, nothing less.

Two hundred and eighty now as I hooked the last of the human souls along with the five witches. I felt so powerful as I pulled necromantic magic through so many. I now had thirteen humans, and I considered the idea that I should just take their souls in the future, and not make them revenants. I was getting to the point I’d make humans very nervous if they saw my numbers, no matter the justification.

The five witches however I hooked in. I now had my own coven of seven.

God… I could feel him hanging there, just watching. Why would Jeremy stick around? I could hook him, it was tempting. I didn’t have a warlock… I’d also get a demon out of the deal. It would be so easy, but he wasn’t my enemy. I felt slightly ashamed of myself for even considering it.

I resolutely turned around and took everyone back through, leaving orders for the fae to make sure the new humans as well as the witches were immune to distance viewing before they left the house.

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This is a Fanfic of the New U Series from TheNovalist

You can find it here on Lit

I have permission from the original Author.

It takes place sometime after Chapter 15, so please read at least to that part if you haven’t.

In this I experimented with some more “wild” themes.

Readers’ discretion is advised.

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“Do you trust me?” Faye asked. We were in the Bunker, and she had explained to me that she wanted to try something new. Something that was not possible in the real world.

“I trust you more than anyone, probably more than myself,” I answered. Still, I was nervous. She asked me to allow her to control my transformation powers without me being able to revert whatever she would do until we were done. I instinctively knew I could force the control back on me. This was my mind, after all.

“Good. Ready?” She said with a sly grin.

I slowly exhaled and then nodded. Her face lit up with excitement and hunger, and I could feel her taking control. A moment later, our clothes disappeared. If I wasn’t turned on before, I was undoubtedly now. Faye’s perfect figure right before me got me rock solid in seconds.

She let her eyes wander over my body and bit her lip as she reached my now fully standing dick. For a short second, she glanced back into my eyes before concentrating on my member. I could feel something pulling on it. I looked down and watched in shock as my dick grew, but not in length. My whole shaft seemed to thicken upwards. A moment later, a line formed in the middle, and it separated into two.

“I — What?” I stammered before looking back to Faye. The hunger has now overtaken her. Every piece of her screamed to be fucked by … this!

In a blink of an eye, she was on her knees, and I couldn’t help but let out a small groan as a hand grabbed each of my dicks. This was something new, something unbelievable. I could feel everything, and I felt it twice.

She started caressing them, her face only a tiny distance before them. escort sultangazi She was mesmerized and bit her lip once more. A small drop of pre glistered at the tip of each dick, and a second later, she shoved one into her mouth.

I let out another groan as the combination of her throat on one and her hand on the other gave me a new level of stimulation. I hadn’t even dreamt of something like this.

Faye’s head bobbed on my dick before she let go and flashed me a smile. Before I could react, she switched to the other one and took it all in. My full-length bulged her throat.

I grabbed her head and gently guided her up and down my shaft. She glanced at me, her eyes filled with wicked fire, and the vibrations of her moan sent shivers down my spine. With a plop, she let go of it.

“Enough foreplay! Show me what you can do with your new equipment!” She said, between breaths as she bent over, presenting her perfect ass to me.

That was nothing I needed to hear a second time. I positioned myself behind her and gave her ass a smack for good measure. Before lining both my dicks up. It was harder than you would think, especially as Faye couldn’t keep her hips steady. Whenever one of my tips touched her skin, she instinctively shifted a bit. Ultimately, I had to hold her ass steady and use my power to align everything.

Finally, I plunged into her. The tight warms welcome me. It felt indescribable. I started a steady rhythm. This was not a situation where I wanted to do it primal. I wanted to enjoy this.

The simultaneous stimulation of both her holes brought Faye closer to the edge with each stroke. I could feel her trembling under me. With a perfectly timed thrust and another smack on her ass, she exploded, massaging my dicks as the climax crushed into her. Her screams filled the room.

The double sensation and her orgasm nearly sent me over the edge. Only thanks to my powers I could hold it back. But now I wanted more. I increased my speed escort fatih and hammered into her. A cacophony of moans and claps filled the air as I filled both her hole like a madman.

Faye flashed me another wicked grin only seconds before it was interrupted by another moan. I could feel something grow again. I realized that she had lengthed my already good-proportioned dick.

The one in her pussy hit something. I was taken aback, but before I could stop or ask, Faye let out a mixture of a scream and a moan and pressed her ass against my crotch. I took this as an invitation to continue pounding.

Every time I hit, what I now realized was her Cervix, she let out a small scream of pleasure. The slight pressure again the tip of my dick gave the whole situation a new spice. In the real world, I would have never done such a thing. I knew rather well that this is painful for my partner, but in my mindscape, everything is possible, and pain is only here when we want it.

Between two thurst, Faye moaned “More,” and my dicks grew again. The next time I hilted myself into her, I could feel her Cervix pressing firmly against my tip before giving way and clamping my tip.

Faye screamed in pleasure, and her second orgasm rolled over her. It felt astronomical like a mouth inside of her aggressively sucking on my tip. I pulled out again, and it felt like her Cervix would not let me go. I felt the same resistance with each thrust before sinking into her womb.

Without warning, Faye again lengthened my dicks. Just as I entered her womb again, it felt like getting sucked in. Now nearly a quarter of my dick was inside her womb. Each thrust was now so long that I had not enough range of motion to fully get out of her. “Well, harder it is then,” I thought, hammering in her with all my might.

Just as I thought about changing my pace, Faye exploded with a scream into a thousand pieces of light, only to reform a second later, still impaled on my dicks. But this time, she was escort etiler facing me, her hands around my neck and her legs clamped around my hips.

I pressed a burning kiss on her lips before picking up the pace and, using her body as a counterweight, slammed into her like there was no tomorrow. She threw her head back and screamed her ecstasy into the air.

Her eyes found mine again and, with a smile, wandered down to her crotch. I followed her gaze and could see her skin turn transparent. Now I could see my dicks rummaging inside her. This was something new, something I never envisioned. But seeing my dick sliding in and out of her womb and inside her was surprisingly stimulating.

She watched herself getting impaled for a few seconds, her breathing getting heavier by the second before she screamed another orgasm into the room. I felt it was time to come for myself, so I found her eyes and whispered, “I’m about to…” But she pressed her finger on my lips and whispered, “Do it!”

I could feel a tingle inside my balls. This was the final straw, and I erupted inside her with the force of a thousand suns. Mesmerized, I watched my dick splurt out my thick semen inside her. With shock, I realized that I was far from done. My sperm kept coming, and a short time later, I had filled her womb to the brim. My cum was now dripping out her pussy and ass, but I was still coming and still hammering inside her. I saw her belly swell as I deposited rope after rope inside her before I had finally emptied my balls.

I was so surprised by this that I completely missed that Faye had came another time. Thanks to my power, I could keep going like this for a long time. But Faye was exhausted. I could feel my dicks getting smaller, and I dropped down onto the coach. Faye steadied herself before getting off me. I could see my semen running down her thighs from both holes as she plopped down beside me.

She put a hand on her swollen belly and smiled, “It looks a bit like I’m pregnant.”

I could only nod. I looked down at my dick and was relieved that it returned to its normal form.

“That was fun but also somewhat disturbing.” I finally said.

She just giggled.

~~~

It really enjoyed writing this short fanfic

I hope you all liked it

I

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~~Jack~~

Getting taken back to the real world was a curse and a blessing. Everything, everywhere, was teasing him with answers he couldn’t get to. What was the Ritual of Faces? Black Blood and the red wraiths, what did they have to do with the ritual, how were the hunters doing it, why were hunters and spirits working together, what did the red wraiths mean when they mentioned ‘who the monster speaks with… the trail to their goal.’ Azamel? Were they talking about Azamel? If they were, how did they know Azamel was talking to him, and that he’d somehow be the way they’d get to her. How did the spirits know what he looked like?

All the answers were on the other side of the Gauntlet, and the Uratha weren’t going to let him stick his fingers into their world to find out.

“You should recognize this place,” Clara said, popping open a door behind one of the newer apartment buildings bordering on the Carthian edge of South Side and North Side. “Well, not this specific place, but you’ll know what’s going on.”

“I don’t—”

“A sex hole!” Fiona said, bubbling voice earning everyone’s glance. Too loud, too high pitched for the somber surroundings, the darkness and flickering lights, and the curved, unnatural bend to the street lamps. “I’ve been ‘ere, on the other side.”

“I… don’t understand,” Damien said.

Carter smirked at him. “You have no idea how much this side bleeds into yours, no idea how much of the insane crap you glimpse is the work of spirits.” No doubt the older werewolf was looking for a chance to get back at the Mekhet; a little face rubbing of knowledge over ignorance wasn’t too dishonorable, evidently.

If Fiona was right, and it was a sex hole, Jack knew what he was going to find inside. Or at least, he knew what the physical version of it looked like. What would the spirit version look like?

Inside the building, there weren’t hallways or doors. Which made no sense, because it was an apartment building, like the one Jack and them had tried to find a hiding place in earlier. But this building, once they were inside, had none of that. The building was five floors high, and once inside, there was no ceiling on each floor; it was a big, open building.

The walls were pink and light blue, and curved in ways to emphasize the bumps and S shapes associated with flesh. From the ceiling dangled an enormous chandelier, twenty feet tall and a hundred feet in diameter, made of crystal, and lit with flames of mostly pink and blue again, with some lit as varying shades between. The human sexuality metaphor of the flame was blatant.

Some of the sex spirits Jack saw last time were here. Maybe not the same spirits, but the same idea, same premise, same shapes, colors and floating torsos of breasts, curves and musculature. They were swirling around what looked like, maybe, a five feet high mountain of pillows. It reached from wall to wall of the enormous building. That was a lot of pillows; thousands of pillows.

Near the center of the mountain of softness, was a larger spirit, perhaps ten feet tall, and with a shape far more developed and specific than the other spirits. She — it — looked human, to an extent. Curvy, with a flat stomach, wide hips, and heavy breasts that hung from gravity. She was lying sideways, her breasts smooshed to the blankets. Her multi-colored hair was unhumanly long, and flowing over the pillows, maybe twenty feet. Like the chandelier, her hair was pink and soft blue, but changing from one, to the other. Her skin color was similar, drifting between colors you’d not expect to find on any normal human. As much as her body looked developed, with fingernails, nipples, toes and legs, her face was a nebula of color. Hard to describe, hard to nail down in absolute terms, as if a woman had put on make-up that was a portal into the endless nether of stars, energy, and souls. Pretty.

“You come to my home, Clara? Flowing Sanctuary?” it said. A heavenly, singing voice, layered many times over. A choir, both male and female voices filling the massive room with echoing rapture.

“Just using the locus to get back across. Got a problem with that?” Clara said. “You and your sisters”—she raised her hands to physically quote ‘sisters’—”walk on thin ice already, don’t—”

The beautiful entity shook its head. “No, of course not, I… I am surprised at your company though. Sexual little creatures, aren’t they?”

The two vampires and monster glanced between each other. “What?” they said.

“The one with no hair,” she said, and gestured to Jack. “Forever buried in sexuality, aren’t you? You are aging like a fine wine, as the humans would say. Whoever is enjoying your many layers of flavor in the bedroom, I hope they are mature enough to appreciate the depth you offer.”

“I… I um…”

“And you.” The goddess of sexuality looked at Fiona, and smirked. “Many women are flowers waiting to bloom. You are a volcano, waiting to erupt, and unleash your lust upon all you wish.”

Damien, Jack, Clara and Carter, even Flow, then looked at Fiona, as the small girl blushed escort kağıthane red enough to hide her freckles.

“You, half-haired one,” it said, with a flick of her hand toward Damien, “are a conundrum. But, I’m sure once you pierce the walls of your inner bliss, you’ll find you have pierced a dam, holding back a river of desire greater than most.”

Ok, wow, what a way to meet a spirit: a sexuality reading that had everyone feeling uncomfortable, except for Clara, who was doing her best to not laugh.

“Um… thank you?” Jack said.

The enormous creature shrugged, rolling onto her stomach and settling her chin on her forearms. She looked so human, but wasn’t a she, and wasn’t human; it was something which looked human, but fed on the sexual atmosphere created in parts of Dolareido. Hell, created in all of Dolareido. Slut City.

Clara took a little longer staring at Jack, than he liked. He, apparently, was a fine wine of sexuality. Maybe she liked the sound of that. He didn’t get to ask. She placed a hand on his and Damien’s shoulders, and the three of them fell into nothingness.

Fog, white fog. Endless, encompassing, burying. It wasn’t the road, the portal, Fiona had used to bring them to this world. Whatever it was, Jack didn’t want to be in it, touching it, swallowed by it. It was not good to touch it. It didn’t want to be touched.

Images of waking up, trapped inside a brick wall assaulted Jack’s mind. He was in a wall. He was in a massive, world-encompassing wall. He was—

He was in Dolareido. The bunch of them stepped out onto asphalt, and into the night of normal, good ole normal Dolareido. No spirits scurrying along the cracks of the streets, no talking birds in the sky, no thunderstorms with names, and no red ghost things hunting him down.

“Thank the Lord,” Damien said with a sigh.

Groaning, Clara offered them a salute, and started walking off with Carter. No Flow; the spirit had stayed behind, as far as Jack’s eyes could see. “Stay out of the Hisil. We won’t always be around to save your ass.”

And just like that, they were gone; leaving two vampires and a monster standing behind an apartment building.

“We… we should get back,” Jack said, “before sunrise.” He desperately needed a quiet moment to process the what-the-fuck his night had been.

“Aye! Please, hate to lose ye to the sun.” Fiona smiled at him, patted him on the back a few times, and started to walk off. Pausing, she added, “Ye know where Eric lives? I need to speak with him.”

“Um, yeah, Damien? Can you fill her in on his new place?”

“Sure.” He nodded, walking off with the girl.

Jack watched the two of them as they left. Fiona walked a foot behind Damien, to his side, and more than once, glanced at his ass. Volcano, indeed. Now, if only she could pierce Damien’s dam, the former assassin could find a little happiness of his own.

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He dragged himself up the stairs of the Elysium tower. Tired, fucking God, oh, so damn tired. How much stuff could happen in one night? Sunrise wasn’t far off. All he wanted to do was lie down and let the softness of the Prince’s blankets lull him into the deepest torpor.

Sex? He didn’t think he wanted any, wrecked as he was, but seeing Antoinette had a habit of changing his mind. But, at least for the moment, he didn’t want sex. He wanted to melt into pudding and become one with the pleasant contours of a glass bowl. He wanted to be the blood he sipped from a champagne glass, settled and still, except for maybe the gentle ripples caused by someone nudging it. He wanted to become a cow, and graze on grass, without a care in the world.

Brain fried, yeap. Complete and total exhaustion sending his mind through loops and into strange dementia, conjuring odd imagery like one might if they hadn’t slept in days. He’d done that once, spent three days awake; using energy drinks to stay up, so he could study for exams and finish projects. Every illness around hit him after that, sinking him into bed with the flu, a cold, pink eye, and everything, in between, for three weeks. After that, he started taking better care of himself; he already was, thanks to Julias, but proper amounts of sleep became a priority after that.

He was hungry, starving, the need for blood itching in his veins. A strange feeling for a vampire, craving blood like a heroin addict, while needing sleep like an insomniac. Maybe Antoinette had Ashley and Julee nearby? A quick drink before sunrise, and he could pass right out. Like a kine, drinking a cup of hot chocolate, after a long day of skiing.

Mulder and Scully found him easily enough; not many short men walking around at this time of night, wearing a suit with shoes like his. They circled above for a little while, scanning the area, no doubt, before they came to him. Some thralls walked by, Antoinette’s servants, wearing suits and earpieces similar to Ventrue gear. They nodded, offering small smirks as they watched the two crows come to him. Summoning crows to do his bidding must have seemed escort beyoğlu very vampire-ish, maybe even cool.

Jack stepped to the side, sat on the stairs, and held out his hands in front of him, turned slightly sideways, so Mulder and Scully could each perch on a hand. They’d gotten the hang of not piercing his skin when they perched, making holding them so much easier and enjoyable.

“Anything to report?” he said. They both shook their heads. “Damn. Well, I’ve had a very productive night… in a way. Keep an eye open for this.” He leaned in, and made a few clucks with his tongue, as he tapped into the minds of the two birds, conveying the best mental image he could of an old woman, a very old woman, in a wheel chair.

The two crows stood taller, cawed several times, and gazed into his eyes. Yes, they had seen someone like that, with several other two-legs watching over her.

“Could be a coincidence. Pretty sure most old ladies in wheel chairs would only be outside if they had friends or family with them. Still, if you see them, keep your eyes open.”

The two crows nodded. If there was one thing crows were good at it, it was keeping an eye on things.

“You two know I ran into a crow spirit? That a god you worship, or something?”

Scully tilted her head to the side, showing him her profile, and blinked her eye at him. Apparently they did not.

Jack clicked his tongue again, leaning closer. Trading images, scenes, and sounds with animals wasn’t easy. It required vitae to tap into the animalism discipline. Tired and drained as he was, he dug some up, and shared images of the crow spirit, City Sky. Mulder cawed in, what Jack could only assume was, envy.

But the idea of a deity, or worshiping something, was beyond their minds. Good. He smiled at his pets, set Scully on his other hand beside Mulder, and reached into his pocket to pull out some oats. It’d become an all-time thing by this point, to always carry some. They plucked it from his palm with their beaks. Poke poke, careful to not hurt him.

“Sorry I was gone so long. Shit happens. But, I’m sure you have things to occupy yourselves when I’m not around.” They cawed their yes. “Good. I’ll see you two later. Maybe in the future, I’ll see if I can convince the Prince to let you come inside.”

To his surprise, the two crows hopped up closer along his arm, claws careful with his suit jacket, and they each offered a nudge of their beaks against his shoulder, before flying off. A goodbye kiss, sort of. Where’d they pick up that trick?

Once inside the Elysium Tower, he went down the stairs, down and down, deeper into the black marble with white lightning cracks, past the statues of dragons, down and down, toward the giant vault door leading to Antoinette’s bed chamber.

She wasn’t there. No one was there. Ah, well. He sauntered toward the bed, dragging his feet more with each step, until he was sure there were boulders attached. But once he reached the enormous pile of silk, he stripped until naked, and climbed into the sheets on his belly. With another thirty minutes until sunrise, he couldn’t really sleep, but that didn’t mean his body didn’t want sleep. A weird mixture of his old body’s desire to sleep, combined with his new Kindred body being worn out from the bombardment of stress.

Melt away, stress, please melt away into the blankets. Melt—

“Oh, dear Ventrue. Naked already are we?” Antoinette’s voice. Oh thank god. He tried to turn over, to give the elder vampire the respect she deserved, and because he loved her and the least he could do was get up. But, instead, he groaned into the blankets. “Tired, I take it? You look gaunt. My pets, help him.”

Putting his palms to the sheet, he pushed himself to his knees, as Julee and Ashley joined him on the bed. They weren’t naked, or wearing anything sexual; either they knew he’d not be in the mood, or Antoinette wasn’t in the mood. They didn’t waste time either, getting close to him in their simple, colorful, pink and white pajamas.

He’d have said something, maybe how cute they were in the pajamas. But, no, too tired. They saw it, and a moment later, their necks were open to him, and he took a long drink from each. Two ghouls meant he didn’t have to drain them; combined, they provided more than enough blood. After the quick feed, both girls were able to walk away from the encounter, but now, were as exhausted as when he arrived; they’d go to the room, next door, to pass out, and sleep the Kiss away.

Antoinette sat beside him on the bed, still wearing a business power suit.

“… busy day?” he asked, nodding at her clothes.

She chuckled, and gestured at his nudity. “I could say the same for you. You look ready to collapse.”

“I… I am.”

Raising a brow, she reached out, and nudged his shoulder. Collapse he did, face down, while the tall woman looked down from the side of the bed. The best he could offer her was a weak smile, his face pressed to a pillow, and turned to face her.

“Daniel has reported the details of the ritual he discovered. escort esenler And… I admit, that is a terrifying discovery.” She sat down next to him, skirt nudging against his hip. Shuffling fabric drew his eyes, and he watched her slide off her jacket, dark colors with padded shoulders, before she set her hand on his back. The power suit looked great on her, with its dark skirt and white blouse. He managed to take a peek at her legs, as she folded one over the other. Smooth, long, curvy, toned legs with milky, alabaster skin.

Got damn it, dick, stop! You’re supposed to be exhausted.

Yeah but, you just had a bunch of fresh blood to drink. You’re good to go!

He forced his eyes back to hers. No sex, stop it.

“That was… honestly, only part of the mayhem tonight.”

“You may speak of it, if you wish. Whatever you do not think should be kept to the Invictus alone, you may discuss with me. No more holding the city at bay, remember?” She ran her hand up and down his back, soothing his spine, while her other hand started to undo her blouse.

“… I visited Azamel.”

“Did you, now? That is a dangerous game to play.”

“I thought she or Fiona might have information. If the ritual was done by the hunters, and the hunters are here for the Begotten, they might know something. Azamel did. She thinks an old woman is working with the hunters, some woman capable of the ritual.”

“That… I did not know.” Antoinette stood up, slipped out of her skirt and blouse, then sat back down beside him. White bra and underwear, perfectly normal, not sexy or anything. But, it still looked damn sexy on her, boring or not. The ridiculously huge cups were almost comical, doing their best to cover and support her breasts. “That is useful information, Jack. Thank you for sharing it. I will make sure Daniel is aware.”

“… Fiona also took me into the Shadow World. We ran into some strange red wraith spirit things who are, probably, partly responsible for the ritual. Communicating with this shaman the hunters work with, I guess.” And they were linked to Black Blood, and they were linked to the ‘verge’ thing that Fiona had opened, and someone had ripped their way through the portal, and it was all linked to the warning Azamel gave them, and it was linked to the mysterious dark threat Daniel was investigating. Good God, what had his life become?

“I… cannot say I agree with your choices, little Ventrue, but I admit that you have seen things of which I have only dreamed.” She slid closer, nudging him aside on the sheets, and lying on her side beside him. Soon, she was pressed to him, her bare breasts — she’d taken her bra off in a smooth, slipping motion as she lay on the bed — pressed to his arm, her leg sliding over his. “What was it like?”

He was mostly on his belly, but turned on his side a little, to face her so he could lay his head on his arm and the pillow. With her in underwear, and pressed to him, the meal he’d just had started to tingle along his skin. Her amber, almost crimson, gaze from just a foot away, and her heavy breasts smooshed against his arm, were so terribly inviting.

“It was… terrifying… weird… and… and it was Dolareido.”

“A shadow of Dolareido, then.”

“Yeah, that’s as good a way to put it as any. It was filled with spirit… spirit things. There were apartment doors that didn’t want to let anyone in. There were rat-like things, black wisps, sneaking around buildings. The windows were rainy, even though it wasn’t raining. The lights, not even the moonlight, were ever stable, always flickering. The streetlights were all bent and corkscrewing in the direction of South Side. I even met a crow, a giant crow named City Sky.”

“I… I am… mon dieu, I am envious.” She ran her hand down his shoulder and arm, his waist and hip, and down his leg. “I would have enjoyed visiting such an interesting place.”

“Interesting… terrifying. I can understand why the werewolves don’t want us there. Half to keep us from getting ourselves killed, half to keep us out of the politics.”

“Politics?”

“Yeah, spirits with big names, I guess. Black Blood,” — her right eyebrow raised slightly at the mention — “Red Tide and the Street-Tail King. It’s… weird, I guess. From what little I could piece together, they have their own factions, same as we do.”

“Oui, of that I am aware. But the details are forever beyond my grasp, little Ventrue. Thank you for sharing this information with me. I would… hesitate, if I were you, to be upfront with your superiors, about how much information you have given me.” Her questing arm reached across his waist to find the small of his back, and pulled him in a bit closer. Body to body, her breasts pressed straight into his chest, and she set her lips onto his buzzed head. “I am sure they would love to dangle such information in front of me, out of my reach.”

“This is bigger than the Invictus. And the Invictus, they… well, you know.”

“They care nothing for such mysticism. A sentiment I do not share, but can appreciate.” She pulled him in closer, until his face came to rest against her collar. Melting, a perfect place for melting. He slipped his arm around her, and hugging her back, trying to merge them together. Two bowls of pudding, all mixed up.

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Back in Kevin’s room, Doll had just finished with him as she laid in bed next to him watching him sleep. The sex was so intense that Kevin had passed out mid orgasm. And Doll was waiting to re possess his cock when she realized “maybe I should try someone else.” And decided to let Kevin sleep, he had already produced plenty of slime to start spreading around campus, so in a moment of mercy she left his cock the way it was.

As Doll got up and was about to recreate her pink dress when she stopped and decided to try something different. She form a t-shirt and jeans, something a little more college looking. She walked in to the hallway and used her extra senses to find someone with a healthy cock and sex drive to become her new play thing. About 3 doors down she stopped and could sense someone who might just work.

As Doll entered the hallway she looked down the hall and said a girl kissing her boyfriend in her doorway.

“OK I gotta go babe, I’ll see you tomorrow?” The boy said with the girl still holding on to him.

“Oh ok!” She replied with a pouty look on her face before he gave her another kiss and left.

She lingered in the door watching her boyfriend leave before retreating back in to her dorm. As Doll watched all this she got a great idea.

The girl was laying on her bed watching TV when she heard a knock on the door. “What you forget babe?” She said as she jumped out of bed and opened the door only to see an attractive brunette woman standing there with a smile on her face.

“Oh I’m sorry, hi I’m Casey, can I help you with something?” She asked.

Doll looked over this cute little thing with glasses and a few tattoos on her arms. She had a very girl next door look but a little bit of rebel with the tattoos. She smiled before responding, “As a matter of fact you can!”

Doll walked passed her in to her dorm room. Casey was a little confused and asked “are you looking for someone? Do you need help with something?”

Doll grabbed her and threw her down on the bed, “What the fuck are you doing?” She yelled as Doll created slime restraints securing her to the headboard. “Let me go you Bitch! HELP! şişli escort SOMEBODY HELP!” Casey yelled but nobody heard her and Doll created cover her mouth with more slime keeping her mouth closed.

“Now there no need to get excited, I’m not going to hurt you.” Doll said as she began to examine Casey’s body more closely. “Oh yes you are perfect to try some of my new powers!”

Casey struggled to get free but to no avail. Doll grabbed her night pants and pulled them off showing her anime print underwear. Doll chuckled a little as she saw them but soon she slid her underwear off as well to reveal her little pussy. Doll crawled on to the bed to get a closer look at it while a mischievous grin came across her face. Casey watched in a panic unsure what this woman was going to do to her.

Doll placed her hand on Casey’s pussy and began to chant something she couldn’t make out. It sound like a loud whisper in another language. She watched as Dolls hand began to glow bright red and she could feel a warm sensation in her pussy that made her squirm a little as the warmth spread throughout her making her wet. She could feel something happening inside her, like every part of her pussy was moving and stretching, her clit felt like it expanding and contrasting making her scream with pleasure under her mouth covering.

As Doll chanted, beams of light began to swirl around her hand, she removed her hand and the beams shot down and flowed into Casey’s pussy making her squirm even more as the feeling gave her an enormous orgasm that made her pussy glow brightly. As the light started to diminish Casey was breathing heavy through her nose as her mouth was still covered. She looked down to examine herself and saw her pussy lips pulsing. She tried to speak but she couldn’t move her lips with the slime covering them until Doll waved her hand and the slime slither off of her mouth.

“What the hell did you do to me? She said now able to speak.

“Just a little spell I’ve been meaning to try out, I think you’re going to have a lot of fun with it.” Doll said with a giggle. “Now what was your boyfriends name again?” She bağcılar escort said as she picked up Casey’s cell phone.

“Don’t you do anything to him!” Casey said in a threatening way.

“Me? I’m not going to do a thing to him… you are!” Doll said with a mischievous grin as she looked through her phone, “is his name Tyler?” She said as she hit the call button.

“What are you doing, put that phone down, stop…” Casey was stopped as the slime covered her mouth again.

As Tyler answered the phone Doll smiled at Casey and in her voice she said, “babe? Can you come back over? Something weird going on and I really don’t want to be alone?”

“I’ll be right there!” Said his voice on the other end of the phone.

Doll broke the phone in half so Casey couldn’t call him back. “Now when he gets here you are going to Fuck him and let your new pussy work it’s magic!” Doll said to her captive.

The slime slithered away from her mouth again and she said “what did you do to me? What will it do to him?”

Doll leaned over and gave her a kiss on the lips before she said, “don’t worry I think both of you will enjoy this!”

“I won’t do it, I won’t hurt him!” She said still struggling to get free.

“Who said anything about hurting anyone? And you will fuck him like I told you!” Doll said as she put her hand out making Casey’s pussy throb even more to the point she couldn’t control herself. Casey’s eyes began to glow a little as Doll worked her magic a little more making her more subservient. When she finished she released her binds and let her start to pleasure herself as she waited for Tyler to arrive.

Doll stepped out in the hall shutting the door behind her and started to walk away when she noticed Tyler walking up the hall towards Casey’s room. As she walked past him she gave him a smile and a wink to which Tyler shrugged off. As he got to the door he knocked but the door seemed to pop open so he walked right in.

“Casey are you ok?…” he said as he saw his Girlfriend laying on her bed fingering herself and rubbing her breasts. “Wow, um Casey?”

She looked over escort zeytinburnu at him and motioned for him to come closer. Tyler couldn’t help but become turned on watching her, she looked so sexy and his tightening pants was a sign of that. “You have to Fuck me! You have to Fuck me now!” She said to him spreading her legs inviting him in. Tyler couldn’t believe what he was seeing but soon started to take off his pants and underwear before climbing on top of her.

He leaned in and kissed her before he slid his cock in to her raging pussy. The feeling was incredible, she was so warm and smooth that he glided in and out with ease, something about it was different, he had just entered her and was already getting ready to blow his first load. “Holy shit!” He said as he continued to thrust and before long he was already cumming inside her.

“That was incredible!” He said to her but as he went to pull out he realized he couldn’t. “Um, Babe? I can’t pull out for some reason?” He said confused.

He looked down and saw that her pussy had clamped down around his cock, even stranger was he suddenly could feel her pussy sucking on him, like it was a mouth. “What the hell is going on?” He said in a panic as Casey grabbed him and flipped him over putting her on top.

“I’m sorry! I can’t stop it! I’m so sorry!” She said as her pussy continued to suck and milk his cock. Before long he was starting to enjoy the feeling again and so was she. She pulled him up to her holding him close as they both approached their next orgasm which was even stronger than the first one. Every time Tyler came it felt strange, he could feel liquid spraying out of him but it felt like much more than he thought his cock was capable of, and even stranger was none of it spilled out of Casey,

“So where is it all going?” He thought to himself as he remained in the sex look with Casey.

Down the hall Doll could feel all the sexual energy being created by the 2 of them. She smiled to herself as she realized her spell was working. The spell she used made it so Casey’s pussy would transform any cock that entered it into a slime producing penis like Kevins was before, and then her pussy would transport it to wherever Doll wanted it to go.

So with Tyler constantly producing new slime with every orgasm Doll knew she would soon have control over the entire campus, and when she finished there she would return to the city and change its mood!

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*** A Futuristic Adventure – with some Gratuitous Sex and Violence, of course ***

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Chapter 1

A Rancher, a Procurer and The Matriarch – Post-apocalyptic Problems

Morena had a problem. Production was falling off. And if she didn’t deliver some very high quality product within the next couple of weeks, she’d lose her contract with the Matriarch and pretty much be back in the gutters she’d worked so hard to climb out of.

And it wasn’t that she didn’t have good stock. Hers were some of the finest culled from the Uplands, far from the corruption and debauchery of the Cities, which tainted and ruined most of the available breeding stock.

The devastation had been widespread, and the only purebreds to be found these days had to be rounded up and brought down from the Hills.

So when her carefully constructed stable of breeders began to falter, and the production rate and volume of viable semen began to fall off, she was understandably worried.

But what to do about it? She made her rounds every morning, checking her stock, but couldn’t find any one cause. She had thought diet might be part of it, so she’d brought in consultants to design the best course of nutrition-based feed. She had thought a lack of sufficiently stimulating females might be the problem, that her studs might not be adequately motivated. So she’d acquired the best she could buy. She thought maybe there was some environmental factor having an effect on the studs’ hormonal balance, so she’d brought in medical specialists to try and get it sorted. And nothing had worked.

Now she just didn’t know what to do.

She sat brooding, finishing her morning coffee before doing her rounds, when there was a polite knock at the door to her suite.

“Enter!” she called, wondering what trivial problem would demand her attention this early in the morning.

An older woman in a staff uniform opened the door and stepped in, followed by a young girl, barely out of her teens if that, dressed in hunters’ camo.

“Alyssa from Vern’s Dale to see you, Mum,” the older woman announced.

Morena didn’t bother to rise. Motioning to the girl to come forward, she said “thank you, Deidre. You may go.” The older woman retired as the girl approached.

“Please, have a seat,” Morena gestured to the table. “Can I get you some coffee?”

“A small cup would be appreciated, Mistress,” the girl answered quietly, moving to a chair and sitting.

Morena poured half a mug and handed it over, looking at the girl as she did so.

“You’re an Uplander,” she said. “Vern’s Dale is on the Skirts, but you’ve an air about you that says the Wilds.”

“Yes, ma’am,” the girl replied. “Born in the Dale, raised there and in the Wilds. Spent a lot of time wandering the Wilds. Moved back to the Dale about three years ago. Wanted to be closer to the supply chain.”

“So what do you do?” Morena asked.

“I’m a Procurer, ma’am,” Alyssa told her. “Have been since I was eleven. One of the best. Word traveled that you needed help. I’m here for the job.”

“So you’ve been at it a couple of years, then,” Morena commented, still looking at the girl. She was definitely young, but had that weathered look that trouble and the outdoors brought on. Not unattractive, actually. Medium height and build – a little tough to judge under the camo – athletic, blonde hair pulled back in a bun, piercing grey eyes, thin lips that didn’t smile much. Definitely seen her share of shit, Morena decided.

“I assure you, ma’am, I’m significantly older than thirteen,” the girl answered in a level tone. “I can find the stock you need and bring ’em in. Intact. And healthy. I can guarantee each one to be productive and I’d wager they’ll encourage your existing stable to increase their productivity.”

“So what do you want for them?” Morena asked.

“How many do you need?” Alyssa asked in return.

“At least a half dozen, preferably more, if they’re purebred and productive. Males only. I don’t need any females. Or maybe one or two females, if they’re good at stimulating the studs.”

“Then I’d want a thousand a head for the males and five hundred for the females. And you don’t need to pay me an advance. Full payment on delivery is good enough,” Alyssa told her.

“That’s pretty steep,” Morena told her refilling her coffee. “More?” she asked Alyssa.

“I’m fine, thanks,” Alyssa responded, again in that no-nonsense business voice. “My prices are steep because I deliver the best. If any studs I bring to you don’t measure up to your standards, you don’t pay me for ’em and they go with me when I leave. Same for the females.”

The girl then sat quietly, regarding Morena in turn.

The Rancher before her was middle aged, with a cultured beauty that said she put a lot of time into her image. By reputation, she was one of the best, and had a standing contract with the Matriarch mecidiyeköy escort to furnish semen suitable for breeding noble lines. Thoroughbred breeding – the use of natural live cover – wasn’t used any more. Too many problems since the war. But genetic pedigree was of paramount importance, and the Ranchers who could deliver made big money.

Looking around Morena’s estate confirmed it.

“That seems fair,” Morena decided. “Do I get to run DNA tests before I pay you?”

“You can run any tests you want,” Alyssa told her. “You can even milk one to check the product, if you want. Or I’ll do it. Totally up to you. You just have to keep up your end of the bargain.”

“Is there anything else?” Morena asked. “Any form of advance payment, perhaps?”

“If you could see your way clear, ma’am,” Alyssa told her, “I could use a horse. Lost my last one to the wolves. Solid working stock, if you can. Not one of the sissy light riding horses the city folk prance around on. Somewhere between a Steppe Pony and a War Horse, if you get my meaning.”

“How about I advance you five hundred, and you buy the horse and whatever tack you need?” Morena asked. “Saves me the hassle and you get what you want.”

“If you could make it six hundred, I’d say that was a solid deal,” Alyssa told her. “Non-refundable, though. It can come off the first stud I bring you. But if you don’t take any, I keep the horse and gear for my troubles.”

“Deal,” Morena said, rising and extending her hand.

“Deal, ma’am,” Alyssa responded, also rising and shaking Morena’s hand. “Expect me in three weeks.”

“Could you make it two?” Morena asked. “I have a contract due and I’d rather not have to ask for an extension.”

“I will do my best, ma’am,” Alyssa told her. “With your permission?”

“Alyssa, was it? Yes, Alyssa, you may go. Deidre outside will get your money for you and show you out. Give her this.” And she scribbled a note on some parchment and handed it to Alyssa.

The girl took one more look at the infamous Matron, nodded, and left.

Morena sat back down and poured one more cup of coffee. Some days, three was the right number to start with.

* * * * * * * * * *

It was still mid-morning when she entered the Proofing Room with Stella, her right-hand-woman and the one she trusted to manage her stable. Rodriguez, the lead stable hand, had all the studs to be checked chained along one wall. There were about twenty this morning. Generally speaking, a neck collar was the only restraint necessary, with enough chain so the studs could move around but not make a break for the door or get into anything hurtful. In this case, though, Rodriguez had taken more precautions.

Morena walked up to the first one and said, “okay… let’s see what we’ve got.”

She reached out and grabbed the stud’s cock in her hand and began massaging it. He gave out a low moan and sagged against the chains holding his wrists to the overhead piping. He soon began responding and rapidly grew erect. He was thick and long, with pendulous balls, and it didn’t take long before his groans indicated his imminent orgasm.

Stella stepped forward with a specimen cup and Morena aimed the stud’s hefty manhood into it, continuing her stroking until with a loud moan, he erupted into it. Twelve healthy spurts before he fell off, Morena noticed. Almost 10cc, twice the normal maximum yield. This was why she was selective in her choice of stock.

Morena glanced at the stud’s collar and told Stella, “1-9-7” as she handed her the specimen cup. Then she moved to the next one while Stella capped and labeled the cup, handing it to Rodriguez to put in a rack. The next stud was similarly built and had very similar reactions to being handled by Morena. It didn’t take her long to make him fill another cup, and to pass it off to Stella for processing, before moving on to the next.

The next one was a skinny little runt with an obscenely long cock when flaccid and low hanging balls. Actually, he reminded Morena of a weasel. But Morena wasn’t interested in the stud’s looks. She was interested in the quality and quantity of sperm-bearing semen that was still fertile and unpolluted. And this pitiful excuse of a man qualified. He’d been brought in with a roundup about four years ago when he was still a kid. But when his test results came in, he made it to the A-string in one.

The only problem was, no matter what Morena or Stella did, he just plain didn’t respond. And it wasn’t for lack of trying.

“Rodriguez,” Morena stated as she stepped forward with the cup from Stella.

The stable hand moved forward without question. He’d been down this road before… the operative word being “down”. He squatted in front of the skinny stud, took his flaccid cock in his hand, then stuffed it in his mouth and sucked. Hard.

The response was instantaneous. A foot-long hard on, a glazed look and a loud moan, followed by Morena holding the cup out and Rodriguez bobbing up and down on the guy’s sausage until bayrampaşa escort he exploded. Rodriguez quickly pointed the spurting cock into the cup and kept pumping the little weasel until he was drained.

Morena handed the cup to Stella and moved to the next one, while Rodriguez wiped some of the skinny guy’s cum off his face, where he hadn’t moved fast enough.

The next few were repeats of the first ones, with Morena manually stimulating her donors and collecting the semen for later analysis. Eventually, she ran into another problem. Her stud wouldn’t cum.

“Do you understand what happens if you don’t ejaculate for me?” she asked the stud – a six-foot, nicely toned variety of Uplander with less than average equipment.

“Yes’m,” he mumbled, trying not to look at her.

Morena looked closely at him for several moments.

“I’m not sure you do,” she finally stated. “Rodriguez?”

“Yes, Mistress,” Rodriguez responded.

“The bar, please,” Morena stated, then waited as Rodriguez retrieved a three foot long piece of 3″ pipe with a chain through it, which he then proceeded to hook to the ceiling so it dangled about waist height.

Stella and Rodriguez then moved over to the recalcitrant stud, unhooking him from the wall and walking him over to the bar, where he was bent over it and Rodriguez shackled his wrists to his ankles. Then he hoisted the bar until it was firmly against the stud’s belly, but not enough to take him off his feet. He added a couple of heavy weights to the ankle cuffs, to make sure he stayed put.

Satisfied the stud wasn’t going anywhere, he turned to Morena and announced “Ready, ma’am.”

Morena and Stella walked over behind the bent-over and helpless piece of livestock. “0-8-7,” Stella told Morena, then jotted a note in her ubiquitous book before handing Morena a jar of petroleum jelly. Morena dabbed some on the index and middle fingers of her right hand, then began slathering some on the stud’s anus. He began to engorge almost immediately. Stella reached out and encircled his testicles as if milking a teat, pulling down slowly and steadily.

“Zero-Eighty-Seven, you seem to be having trouble performing,” Morena observed. “Unless you start producing some high quality cum, I’ll have to turn you over to Pasture, to recoup my losses.”

A very exposed Zero-Eighty-Seven mumbled “yes’m”, but otherwise remained passive.

“Hmmm,” Morena intoned, thinking. Then she inserted her first two fingers into his ass, probing for the prostate. A loud groan told her she’d found it. It didn’t seem as large to her palpations as she remembered. Maybe there was something physically wrong with this one. She kept milking his prostate anally, but could only get a little bit of dribble, which did not bode well.

“Rodriguez,” she finally said when the frustration finally got to her.

“Yes, ma’am,” he responded, then walked over behind Zero-Eighty-Seven, dropped his loincloth, massaged himself to erection and stuck well endowed cock completely up the stud’s ass.

That got a reaction.

“Hnnpphh!,” the stud grunted as he was filled up, and then kept moaning and groaning as Rodriguez began pumping away. Eventually, his moaning became more and more animalistic, and Stella moved to stroking his cock while aiming it into the specimen cup. When Zero-Eighty-Seven finally did cum, with a long, low groan, he managed about five or six strong squirts and a disappointing 5ml.

“There better be some incredibly potent sperm here,” Morena told Stella as she capped the bottle, “or I’m gonna have to let him go.”

“He won’t last a week, if Pasture sells him to the Amazons,” Stella commented. “Rumor has it, when a male can’t fuck anymore, they cook and eat him. Or parts of him, anyway.”

“Don’t believe everything you hear, girl,” Morena admonished her protégé. “But in this case, you may be right. Let’s get the rest of the samples and get them into the lab. I’m hoping against long odds that there’s enough quality cum here to meet my contract.”

“Good luck with that,” Stella told her grimly, “based on the results of the last five months.”

“I know, I know,” Morena agreed. “And then there’s that Procurer, Alyssa. Maybe she’ll work a miracle. I could use one right about now.”

* * * * * * * * * *

Alyssa looked out over the small valley from her blind in the pines. Two weeks to deliver six untainted males of breeding age. And a couple of females as incentives. That was going to be tough.

Not impossible, she reminded herself. Just tough.

And they didn’t have to be men, per se. Adolescent males would work just as well and were a lot easier to lead around by their gonads. A fact she’d used several times to her advantage.

This was her favorite hunting area, between the snowline and Mirror Lake, near the outflow. The tribes would fish the area, and hunt the beaver and muskrat that lived nearby, as well as the deer and foxes. In berry season, there was a bounty for the picking. All in all, hard to escort bahçelievler stay away from, even in the face of ghost stories portraying it as haunted and where strange disappearances occurred.

A number of those strange disappearances could be attributed to me, she smiled to herself. She had a base camp nearby, a natural cave she’d discovered and then expanded to suit her needs. The entrance was narrow, but big enough to push a man through, and inside she now had a holding area that could handle up to half a dozen humans. When she had her quota, she’d just connect them with collars and cock stringers and lead ’em down the mountain.

She’d only run into problems twice, which taught her not to use the main trails, but to follow one she’d blazed herself through the back washes and tree lines. But that was after she had as many as she could safely take to her house back in Vern’s Dale. She had a proper holding pen there, and her sister to watch over the catch while she was out hunting. Dosay was a little twisted after the gang rape, but she enjoyed tying up the males and fucking their brains out. She just had to remind Dosay not to damage the merchandise.

Now she was hoping the hunting party she’d spotted earlier would come down into the valley. She might be able to tempt one of the younger men.

She watched the far tree line carefully, through the battered old field glasses she’d picked up years back, her signaling mirror dangling from her wrist. She knew the hunters would be wary and taking precautions. She smiled when she finally spotted them… and it was only the two younger ones she’d been eyeing before. They cautiously and steadily made their way out from the trees, angling towards the beaver dam and the outflow. She saw one kneel down to fill canteens while the other kept watch. This was her opportunity.

She leaned out from the tree and used the mirror to flash the two young men. She only wanted to get them curious about the trees, not be too overt. And apparently it worked. The one on watch caught the flash of light and peered in her direction, saying something to his buddy. They both kept watch now, while pretending not to… someone had taught them well. Another flash of light should get them coming towards her to investigate, she decided, and did it again. And she was right.

They crossed the stream and headed towards her position, but again, cautiously. These two weren’t going to run into a trap.

Time for some more enticement, she thought as she shimmied out of her Ghillie suit and eased out from behind the tree, buck naked. She intentionally let the sunlight fall full on her for several seconds, waiting for a reaction from the males, before retreating back under the trees.

Okay, definitely interested now, she thought as she slipped back into her camouflage and dropped a red perfumed scarf approximately where she had been standing… and incidentally, right where one of several snares she’d set was located. Then she moved off a dozen yards to the spot where she’d tethered the releases for the snares.

The two Wildermen approached cautiously, bows out and arrows nocked, flanking the position where they’d seen the flash. They were good, Alyssa conceded, backing each other up, always looking around, listening, preventing any real surprise. But she was counting on a different kind of surprise. They had to be young… late teens, maybe early twenties… “beardless youth” as she’d once heard them described. Old enough to be men of the tribe, but young enough to be single bucks.

The one in the lead – probably the older, she thought – spotted the scarf and slowly approached the spot, not looking at it but rather looking around for the trap. Paranoid, Alyssa thought. Good.

Motioning to his companion to be vigilant, he knelt and carefully lifted the scarf, examining it closely and even sniffing at it slightly before rising and looking around again. He was exactly where Alyssa wanted him, but his companion was outside and in front of the loop closest to him. She decided to take the opportunity – Chance might favor her. She pulled on the cord releasing the first snare.

The loop snapped tight around the first male’s feet and the plummeting counterweight lifted him off them, pulling him well up off the ground. His startled companion stepped back away from his trapped friend and right into the snare Alyssa was hoping he’d step into. She pulled the cord on the second snare and it in turn snatched the second man off his feet, suspending him well above the forest floor. She stepped out of hiding in her Ghillie suit, aiming her crossbow at them as she did and wagging her finger in a “no, no, no…” gesture at the men trying to reach their knives to free themselves.

She walked up to the first one, whose head was about the same height as hers though he was upside down, and began stripping him of his weapons, casting them to the side, so they would be out of their reach after they’d been let back down to the ground. Then, still without speaking, she went to the second one and disarmed him. Producing cord, she trussed up the men’s wrists and ankles while leaving them suspended. The initial stream of profanities which had gushed from the men fell off as they began to understand their predicament. Alyssa finished binding the men, then stepped back to look at her catch.

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What have I gotten myself into? Harry wondered bleakly as he stood on the porch with the others and watched the coach rolling up the road leaving a plume of dust rising in its wake.

Was it his imagination, or was Diana giving him a suspicious look? She’d been out on the balcony during most of his conversation with Rheda, so she couldn’t have heard. Could she? He supposed it was even within the range of possibility that his intelligent little sister had made use of one of her handy spells. There were a host of them that dealt with such things, weren’t there?

If she did know something, Diana wasn’t saying.

The coach came to a stop, and the same swarm of servants rushed out to begin unloading six months’ worth of luggage. Like the Entysan goddess of the underworld, she spent half of the year with her mother and the other half elsewhere, not the Abyss in this case but at the home of her father’s parents. According to Rheda, the lady and gentleman were of advanced years and doted on their only living grandchild. In the interest of securing a tidy inheritance for her daughter by keeping in their good graces, Rheda was quite agreeable to the arrangement.

The footman opened the door and Othelia emerged, blinking, into the daylight.

Harry breathed a silent sigh of relief. No raving beauty, perhaps, but she wasn’t the walking scarecrow that he’d privately been dreading to meet.

Othelia was as tanned as the beach-prancing girls of Harry’s fond daydreams, but there the resemblance ended. Slim, almost boyishly so, she moved with an energetic awkwardness that reminded him of broken punchbowls.

Her wild ash-brown hair had been ruthlessly tamed into a thick braid that fell to the small of her back, though several snaky tendrils had come free to blow around her face. She brushed them back with quick birdlike flicks of her fingers; the hair would cooperate and then rebel the instant she forgot about it.

The elder Ethelbald women rustled disapprovingly as they took in Othelia’s outfit. Close-fitting cotton trousers of faded blue-grey showed every inch of her long coltish legs, and when she embraced her mother, Harry noted that the trousers clung sweetly to her narrow hips and small but shapely bottom. Her white blouse was knotted above her navel, exposing the indent of her midriff.

Introductions were made, and when Rheda brought her to meet him, Harry found himself looking into a pair of clear and alert but rather naive dark brown eyes. Her voice was very soft, low, the sort that would infuriate schoolteachers no end and have them always asking her to speak up, please!

He smiled, trying to let his interest be known to her while not making it obvious to anyone else, and she returned a tentative grin that was quick as a lightning-flash, there and gone but while it was there, just for the briefest of instants, it brought about an amazing shift in her features that turned her moderate prettiness into something much more.

Harry was beginning to feel considerably better about this whole thing. Also a little bit like a selfish cad — Rheda thought he was doing her a favor, when he suspected that it would turn out to be the opposite — but who was he to correct a lady? That would be rude.

They all went into the house, Rheda talking Othelia’s ear off and confirming for the bemused Harry how come the girl never seemed to speak above that low-pitched murmur.

Dinner was a large and festive gathering. In addition to their houseguests, Anson Byrtwold had also invited the ranch foreman and his wife, the local healer and her husband, and two other couples from neighboring houses (though here in the high country of the Southern Barony, a ‘neighbor’ was anyone whose chimney-smoke could be seen from the property, as opposed to densely crowded Pandathaway.

Throughout the meal, Harry observed Othelia as surreptitiously as possible. It gave him a peculiarly thrilling sense of power to know, not just wonder or hope or wish, but know that although they were strangers to each other, he would be in bed with her, possibly before the week was out. On the heels of that came another rush of power, this one stemming from the slinking and lewd business of bedding both mother and daughter within the same span of days.

She hadn’t quite outgrown her childhood clumsiness. Her posture was one of always awaiting the next crash of shattering glass, her movements a conflict like that of someone trying to control a frisky horse that didn’t mean any harm but just couldn’t control it.

The promised after-dinner entertainment turned out to be a comedic troupe, including a juggler, a clownish tumbler, and a pair of men performing skits and telling jokes just off-color enough to send the ladies into scarlet-faced fits of laughter.

At one point, Harry spotted Rheda leading Othelia from the room. They were gone a goodly while, and when they came back, the girl was wide-eyed and stunned. When she saw Harry looking at her, she jerked and her elbow struck a vase; it tottered kırşehir escort and almost plunged to the floor but she saw it and averted the mishap.

When the entertainment was over, Anson suggested they return to the dining room for dessert, and following that, anyone bold enough could join him in the game room for a few rounds of cards.

Othelia slipped outside, and on impulse Harry decided to follow. If he was going to rid the girl of her virginity, he reasoned, it might not be a bad idea to at least talk to her first.

He found her by letting his ears guide him to the squeaking ropes of the swing. She coasted back and forth in shallow arcs, in and out of the tree’s spreading shadow.

She saw him and pushed her feet against the ground, stopping the swing. By the set of her body, he suspected she was inches away from bolting like a skittish pony.

“Hi,” he said as mildly as he could.

“Hi,” she murmured in that low voice, and it occurred to him how well-suited such a voice would be for pillow-talk.

“Would you mind if I sat down?”

She scooted over as far as the arm of the swing allowed, and he settled onto the other end, allowing that distance in the middle.

There was no point in dithering about. “Your mother told you, didn’t she?”

Othelia swallowed hard and nodded.

“Do you … I mean … if you don’t want to, we don’t have to. I’d certainly understand. We only met today, we don’t know anything about each other. Your mother believes she has your best interests in mind, but it’s really up to you.”

“She explained it all.” He had to strain to hear her. “She knows what’s best.”

“What about you? What do you want?”

One shoulder hopped in an endearing shrug. “It does have to happen sooner or later. Might as well be planned out. Some places, people are married to someone they haven’t ever met, with no say in it.”

Harry slid closer. “No, Othelia, that’s just it … you do have a say.”

“So did you, and you didn’t refuse.” Her eyes met his directly for the first time since their introduction.

He chuckled a little. “Not many men would. We’re a self-centered breed. The chance at being with a pretty girl isn’t something we could easily turn down. But because I agreed when your mother asked me doesn’t mean anything if you don’t want to. I would never do anything against your will.”

She sighed. “I suppose I’ll go along. I know she cares, thinks she’s doing what’s right, and she probably is. You seem nice enough. I’m just nervous. I’ve been kissed by a couple of boys, but that’s all.”

“That’s a good place to start.” He slid all the way over to her, and as she turned to look at him, he cupped her face between his palms. He could feel tension shaking through her, but she closed her eyes and didn’t try to draw away as he lowered his lips to hers.

He made sure that first kiss was everything it needed to be — tender enough not to frighten her, passionate enough to let her know he desired her, long enough to let her overcome her initial surprise, short enough to leave her wanting more.

“I’ll go back to the house now,” he said, and left her sitting breathlessly on the swing.

* * * * *

On the surface, a pool might look placid and peaceful, while strong or even dangerous currents are coiling in the depths.

That was how the next five days at The Cottonwoods passed. Outwardly, a relaxing time of lazy spring days and evenings in the game room. But to Harry, immersed as he was, the currents pulled with irresistible force.

It was nothing like the maddening urge that he’d mentioned to Howie. There was no element of frustration to it, only a building anticipation between himself and Othelia.

Every time they were in the same room, he felt it become stronger, more electric, like the heat lightning that flashed on the horizon at the end of humid afternoons.

Whenever their eyes met, a spark jumped, and on the infrequent occasions that they had reason to touch, a miniature thunderbolt seemed to leap between their skins.

Not even Rheda’s late-night visits to his room could affect that anticipation. She was a tremendously skilled and knowledgeable lover, secure enough in herself to pursue her own pleasure with a vigor that dizzied him.

One night, she bade him sit still on a chair at the end of the bed and watch as she caressed herself to a quaking climax. He nearly dug fingermarks into the arms of the chair to keep himself from leaping at her. Then she switched places with him and it was her turn to watch. It was nothing like when he did the same thing in his bed at school; having an audience was first hotly embarrassing and then wildly erotic.

Several times, he sat down to begin a letter to Howie, but those attempts always wound up crumpled and cast into the kitchen stove. Howie wouldn’t believe a word of it. Harry sometimes wasn’t sure he believed it himself and he was living it!

No one else seemed to have malatya escort any idea, except possibly Diana. He never quite had the nerve to approach her and ask, but he was sure she suspected something.

The seamstress and a bevy of assistants arrived, and the house became a whirlwind of measurements and cloth and pinning up hems and cutting and stitching. The foreman and Uncle Charles came up with several ways to improve the running of the ranch, and spent many an hour cloistered with Anson Byrtwold. Chas developed an obsession with playing darts and the thunk of his throws could be heard from the game room at all hours of the day. Aeric struck up a friendship with the foreman’s son and was venturing out into what he called ‘the wilderness’ for the first time in his life.

The time passed quickly, and one evening as they were partaking of another buffet on the terrace — the shrimp salad surpassed any Pandathan restaurant — one of the ranch hands hurried in to announce to Anson that his prize mare, Phantom, was ready to drop her foal.

Harry looked at Rheda, whose eyes were sparkling as she gave him a barely- perceptible nod. Othelia sensed the change in the room and knocked over Diana’s glass of lemonade, then spilled a dish of olives as she tried to mop it up.

At last, dinner was over. There were no card games, not with Anson and Drefan off in the stables. Diana retired to a quiet corner of the parlor to study, everyone else found quiet pursuits to occupy them until bedtime.

Harry feigned great weariness, though he had never felt less like sleeping in his life. He went to his room and began the long wait, horribly sure that the foal would be born in record time and Anson would come back, thereby ruining all the plans.

Much later, when he was beginning to think that the entire household, Rheda and Othelia included, had fallen asleep, he heard a soft step in the hall outside.

Rheda was there, wrapped in her moon-mist robe, but instead of coming in and bolting the door behind her, she summoned him with a gesture.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked in a hush as she led him into the hall.

“I am, and she is. Aren’t you?”

“Of course.”

“She likes you. That will make it easier for her. Remember your promise.”

“I wouldn’t forget.”

Now he knew how she had gotten to and from his room so many unnoticed times. His door was directly across from a swiveling panel.

“Formerly the housekeeper’s stair,” she informed him in a whisper.

They emerged in the upstairs hall. Rheda, holding his hand as if he were a little boy needing to be crossed on the streetcorner, walked him to a closed door. She tapped softly, then opened it. Harry followed her inside.

The room was that of a child on the cusp of young adulthood. A few toys, treasured ones, were arrayed on a bench in front of the window.

Othelia was standing in the middle of the room, hands folded demurely before her. In her thin sleeveless nightgown and bare feet, she looked even younger than she was. Her hair was unbraided and surrounded her in a crinkly nimbus.

“My little girl,” Rheda said lovingly, kissing the girl on the cheek. “After tonight, you’ll be all grown up. Harry will take such good care of you, my darling.”

They embraced, then Rheda hurried from the room in a billow of sheer cloth and was gone. The door clicked shut.

Harry threw the bolt and turned to Othelia. She had her head shyly down, but he could see that she was sneaking glances at him. The robe he wore was indigo cotton as thin as her nightgown and far shorter, ending just above his knees. The belt was loosely tied, leaving most of his chest bare.

A long moment passed in which he openly looked at her and she kept sneaking those glances. He moved closer.

“Othelia.”

“Do we kiss first?”

“I’d like that.”

She raised her head and he took her carefully into his arms, letting their bodies press together as he kissed her. He could feel the nubs of her breasts against his chest, small and sweet like a pair of nestled doves.

Her hands crept up to his shoulders, curious but tentative, as if she feared that he was going to push her away. He did not, of course, and they rested lightly there while he continued to kiss her, coaxing her lips apart that he might delve his tongue into her mouth. She tasted of peppermint and cool breezes.

Othelia backed up with a puzzled expression, and peeked down. Harry realized that an urgent part of him was protruding from the overlapping flaps of the robe, and she had felt its prod against her belly.

“It’s all right,” he said, bringing her hand down to touch it. “This beast is easily tamed; he only wishes to bring you pleasure.”

She stroked him as she might stroke the nose of a foal. “Your skin here is so soft,” she murmured.

“As is yours … especially here.” He pulled a string and the bodice of her nightgown came unlaced, letting him slip his hand inside to niğde escort cradle a breast.

She gasped and her grip tightened instinctively, eliciting a groan from him. As she worriedly started to let go, he shook his head.

“You didn’t hurt me. Don’t worry about that. It felt good.”

“That … that feels good too. What you’re doing.”

“I’m glad.”

Her nightgown fell from her shoulders and bunched around her waist, and Harry cupped both breasts while bending to kiss her again. Her caress along his rod became bolder, making him swell and stiffen with greater arousal.

“The bed,” he said against her mouth. “Let’s lie down.”

As she headed for the bed, he stopped her long enough to free the cloth caught around her hips. It crumpled to the floor. She sat on the edge, then leaned back until she was fully reclined. Some of her nervousness had returned, causing her to curl one arm across her breasts and drape the other over the fine silken hair between her legs.

Harry stretched out on his side, half-raised on one elbow. He covered her with kisses, lips and cheeks and eyelids and chin and the tip of her nose, then lower still, teasing the sensitive spot beneath her ear, the side of her neck, the base of her throat, lower and lower until her arm fell away and gave him access to her bosom. He nuzzled and suckled, attending to each side with loving thoroughness.

“Do you like that?” he asked.

She hitched in a breath and nodded.

“If I should do something that you don’t like, tell me. Or if there’s something I’m not doing that you want me to, tell me that as well.”

Her cheeks were blushed pink, but she nodded again.

He bent to her breasts again, and caressed her ribs, her stomach, the mild flare of her hip. She was much more relaxed, her legs no longer held protectively together.

“I’m going to put my hand here now,” he told her, and did so, just resting it there, his palm molded to the contour of the mild rise of her mound.

“That feels nice,” she whispered.

“It can feel even nicer. Part your legs a bit more.”

She did, and he pushed his fingers through the silky hair to rub with aching gentleness along her furrow, kissing her at the same time and muffling her low moan with his mouth. She shifted her hips and he felt the firm little bud, the nubbin of Dorian’s Jewel; Othelia moaned again as it came into contact with his hand.

He went very carefully there, not wanting to be too direct with his touch and send her over the line into discomfort. He spread his first and second fingers so that they were to either side of the bud, and rubbed even more slowly. His fingertips found her opening, explored gingerly.

“It will hurt, won’t it?” she asked between shuddering breaths.

“It might, but I’ll try to make it as painless as possible.” He moved down the bed and started kissing and nibbling at the delicate flesh of her inner thighs. “First, though, I’m going to put my mouth here, where my fingers were. That won’t hurt at all.”

Her brows knit as if she doubted him, until he began running his tongue over her cleft in long licks and swirls. Her hips bucked helplessly and the sound that came from her throat was the loudest he’d yet heard her utter. He’d been able to put his own burning desire aside to focus on her, but the noises of her cresting pleasure nearly did him in.

“Othelia … it’s time.”

She was panting, making feeble clutching gestures with her hands. Harry took that as a sign of agreement and positioned himself, the tip of his rod poised at the opening to her channel. She was wet with his saliva and her own secretions, easing his passage as he drove slowly into her.

The tightness was overwhelming, close and hot, surrounding him, seeming to pull and suck hungrily at his stiffness. Othelia gasped and mewled, clinging to him, and he wanted to plunge all the way in, but there was the barrier, blocking his way.

“Be brave, Othelia, be brave for me, and it’ll be over in an instant, just a brief hurt and then sweetness, only sweetness, I promise.”

“I’m ready.”

He drew back a little and then thrust hard, sealing her lips with a kiss as she cried out, and then he was buried fully within her, holding still, absolutely still but for the involuntary throbs and flexes of his rod, every ounce of willpower he possessed going toward holding still and not moving, not moving no matter how much he might wish to, how he yearned to withdraw and then sink back into her, that re-entry that was so unbelievably fine, but he didn’t, he held still, kissing her, kissing the sudden tears that had sprung to the corners of her eyes, kissing her until she started to move beneath him, hips rising and falling like the tide, so he did withdraw, and sank back in, and it was … it was …

They cried out together this time but with no pain, only pleasure, and Harry rushed headlong toward the precipice and over, pouring himself into her dark and secret chambers, and her eyes flew wide open as she called out, “Oh! Oh! Oh!” and convulsed in his arms with her first climax thundering through her veins and then she was sobbing joyously and had ahold of him by the sides of the head so she could rain kisses all over his face, sobbing and laughing.

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Sandra war von Geburt an ein normales schlankes, als Kind großgewachsenes hübsches Mädchen, nicht außergewöhnlich attraktiv, aber stimmig im Gesamtbild.

In der Pubertät entwickelte sie sich weiter, aber nicht so wie andere gleichaltrige, sondern alles ein wenig mehr. Sie war schon überdurchschnittlich groß, so wuchsen auch ihre Brüste mehr und auch unten war alles größer als bei ihren Freundinnen. Anfangs dachte sie sich nichts dabei, allerdings bei ihrer Entjungferung, die mit den Freundinnen besprochen und analysiert wurden, wusste sie, dass bei ihr etwas anders war. Sie spürte zwar den kurzen Schmerz, als das Jungfernhäutchen riss, aber sonst war nichts. Kein Gefühl des Eindringens, keine nennenswerte Stimulation ihrer Scheidenwände, nichts. Zwar konnte sie, wie sie im Laufe der Zeit herausfand, einen Klitoralen Orgasmus bekommen, aber der reichte nicht aus, um sie zu befriedigen. Sie brauchte einen Vaginalen, durch die Stimulation eines Schwanzes in ihrer Muschi. Aber keiner schien dafür geeignet, obwohl sie auch schon überdurchschnittlich große hatte, wie ihre Freundinnen bestätigt haben. Sie wurde auch beschimpft und als Schlampe hingestellt, weil ihre Muschi angeblich so ausgeleiert war. Dass es eine biologische Besonderheit darstellte, sagte erst ihre Frauenärztin, der sie sich schließlich anvertraut hatte. Sie sei eben größer im Intimbereich als es bei anderen Frauen ist, aber sonst ist alles normal entwickelt, eben nur viel größer.

Mit dieser Auskunft, und der Überzeugung von den Männern Abstand zu halten, lebte sie ihr Leben, befriedigte sich mit allem was so greifbar war. Aber sie sehnte sich nach Liebe und Zärtlichkeit. Sie wollte auch einen Schwanz in sich spüren, einen Schwanz aus Fleisch und Blut mit einem Mann daran, der sie im Arm hält und mit ihr einschläft. Das würde sie niemals bekommen, sowas gibt es nicht auf der Welt. Sie hatte ein riesiges, verfluchtes Loch da unten und keine Muschi, war sie frustriert und traurig und auch enttäuscht. Warum musste sie so sein, das ist ungerecht. Sie will doch nur jemanden zum lieben, aber alle würden sie abweisen, so wie sie war.

Sie erinnerte sich manchmal zurück an die Schulzeit, wo alles anfing. Die Jungs interessierten sich für die Mädchen, und jede wollte sich einen gutaussehenden Jungen angeln. Aber es war einer in der Klasse, Tom hieß er, der schaute sie immer schüchtern an, und jedes Mal, wenn sie seinen Blick erwiderte, schaute er beschämt weg. Nur manchmal war sie schneller, und sah in seine blauen Augen, tiefblau waren sie. Er drehte sich sofort weg und sie kamen auch nicht ins Gespräch. In den Sommerferien dachte sie an ihn und nahm sich vor im neuen Schuljahr den ersten Schritt zu machen und auf ihn zugehen. Sie fieberte schon dem neuen Schuljahr entgegen und als es so weit war, da war er nicht mehr da. Er hatte die Schule aus irgendeinem Grund gewechselt. Traurig, diese mögliche Chance verpasst zu haben brachte sie die Schule hinter sich. Sie dachte oft an diese verpasste Gelegenheit zurück, teils mit Sehnsucht, teils mit Unsicherheit wie er, Tom, reagiert hätte. Aber sie war sich fast sicher, dass er sie nicht abgewiesen oder mit Missachtung gestraft hätte, wie andere im Laufe der Jahre. Dafür waren seine Augen zu ehrlich. Diese Augen würde sie nie mehr vergessen. Aber das war jetzt Geschichte. Leider dachte sie traurig.

So vergingen die Jahre mit Alleinsein und Job. Bis zu dem Zeitpunkt, an dem sie in die Pornobranche einstieg, weil das Gefühl der fehlenden Befriedigung nicht mehr auszuhalten war. Anfangs war es noch gut, sie hatte teilweise auch Höhepunkte, doch die Leute sahen in ihr ein Potential in anderer Richtung. So drehte sie Extremfilme mit Dehnungen und wirklich großem Spielzeug. Die Orgasmen blieben nach und nach aus. Sie verfiel immer mehr in Frust und Lustlosigkeit.

Es war an einem Donnerstag im Juni, sie hatte wieder einen Drehtermin und ein Event für das Wochenende und war mit ihrem alten Auto auf dem Weg zum Treffpunkt. Sie kam gut voran und würde auch frühzeitig ankommen, als der Motor plötzlich ausging. Erschrocken schaute sie zuerst auf die Tankuhr, aber die zeigte noch die halb voll an. ‚Mist’ dachte sie auch das noch. Und noch dazu mitten im Niemandsland. Das letzte Dorf lag fast 10 km zurück und das nächste noch nicht in Sicht. Sie holte ihr Handy heraus und versuchte den Notruf der Pannenhilfe. ‚Sie haben keine Verbindung’ tönte es aus dem Lautsprecher. Sandra war den Tränen nahe. Es blieb nur zu warten, bis jemand anhielt, falls überhaupt jemand diese Straße fuhr. Schon lange war ihr kein Fahrzeug mehr entgegengekommen.

Sandra escort halkalı schaltete die Warnblinkanlage ein und kramte das Pannendreieck aus dem Kofferraum, um es vorschriftsmäßig aufzustellen. Dann lehnte sie sich wieder im Sitz zurück und harrte der Dinge.

Mein Name ist Thomas, Freunde nennen mich auch Tom. Ich habe eine Firma die Fahrzeuge vermietet, unter anderem auch Rennfahrzeuge. Deshalb bin ich heute unterwegs.

Ich kam ganz gut voran, war extra früher losgefahren, da ich nicht genau abschätzen konnte, wie lange ich mit dem Anhänger für die Strecke brauchen würde. Aber es ging besser, als erwartet und so freute ich mich auf das Wochenende auf der Rennstrecken, um am Sonntag eines meiner Rennfahrzeuge mit dem Anhänger mitzunehmen für eine Charityausstellung, die ich mit organisiert habe. Beschwingt und gut gelaunt fuhr ich und lauschte der Musik, als am Straßenrand ein Pannendreieck auftauchte, dass ich beinahe umgefahren hätte. Kurz darauf sah ich Blinklichter und realisierte, dass jemand eine Panne hat. Ich schaute instinktiv auf mein Telefon und erkannte, dass hier keine Netzverbindung verfügbar war. Also hielt ich vor dem Fahrzeug an und schaltete ebenfalls die Warnblinkanlage ein, stieg aus und ging nach hinten zu dem Fahrzeug, um zu sehen, ob ich helfen könnte.

Schnell ging ich zum Wagen und sah eine Frau auf dem Fahrersitz liegen. ‚Wahrscheinlich schläft sie’ dachte ich mir und überlegte ‚irgendwie kommen mir diese Gesichtszüge bekannt vor’ und ging nochmal ein paar Schritte zurück, um das Kennzeichen zu lesen ‚könnte das wirklich sein?’ dachte ich mir, wandte mich wieder zur Fahrertür und klopfte leicht an das Seitenfenster. Die Frau schrak auf und schaute mich verdutzt an. Ich ging einen Schritt zur Seite, damit sie die Tür öffnen und aussteigen konnte.

„Kann ich ihnen helfen” fragte ich, und dachte mir nachher ‚was für eine blöde Frage’.

„Mein Auto ist einfach ausgegangen obwohl noch genug Diesel im Tank ist” antwortete Sandra und musterte mich. Sie blickte mir in die Augen, und erkannte ‚sie waren tiefblau’, schaute an mir vorbei auf das Kennzeichen des Fahrzeuges und erkannte auch, dass es aus ihrer Heimatgegend war.

„Sie sind auch aus ….?” fragte sie.

„Ja, genauer aus …” antwortete ich.

„Ich kannte mal jemanden, der ist mit mir vor Jahrzehnten in die Schule gegangen, der hatte genau ihre Augen” sagte Sandra und schaute mir ins Gesicht.

Ich überlegte kurz, musterte mein Gegenüber und fragte „Sandra?”

Sie hatte leicht feuchte Augen und flüsterte „ja”.

„Das ist ja eine Überraschung” sagte ich freudig.

Wir gingen aufeinander zu und umarmten uns wie alte Freunde.

„Es ist schön, dich wiederzusehen, nach so langer Zeit” flüsterte Sandra

„Kannst du mir mit meinem Auto helfen?” fragte Sandra weiter.

„Ich selbst nicht” antwortete ich, „aber wir nehmen dein Auto mit zu einer Werkstatt. Die helfen dir bestimmt.”

So machte ich mich auf zu meinem Fahrzeug, um näher an Sandras Auto heranzufahren, den Hänger zu öffnen und zum Verladen des Fahrzeuges vorzubereiten. Es ging alles reibungslos, das Auto gesichert und sie sammelte noch das Pannendreieck ein. Dann machten wir uns auf den Weg.

Während der Fahrt plauderten wir über ihrer beiden Vergangenheit. So erzählte ich, dass ich an die Rennstrecke fahren würde und am Sonntag ein Fahrzeug zum Mitnehmen hatte für eine Ausstellung.

Sandra fragte ihn aus, ob er keine Familie hat oder eine Freundin.

„Nein” meinte ich leicht abweisend verspürte eine leichte Traurigkeit.

„Hab ich was falsches gesagt?” fragte Sandra ängstlich.

„Nein” antwortete ich „ist schon in Ordnung. Ich bin darüber hinweg. Zumindest ziemlich.”

„Was ist passiert” war Sandras ehrlich gemeinte Frage.

„Nichts” sagte ich „es hält nur keine lange mit mir aus.”

Das erstaunte Sandra, hatte sie doch Tom als liebeswerten und sensiblen Charakter eingeschätzt.

„Das verwundert mich. Du bist doch die Liebenswürdigkeit in Person” antwortete Sandra überrascht.

„An meinem Charakter hat es auch nicht gelegen. Wegen dem bin ich ja erst mit den wenigen zusammengekommen.” sagte ich ein wenig geknickt. Einerseits erleichtert, mit jemanden darüber zu reden, andererseits auch besorgt wieviel ich von mir preisgeben will. Ich hatte in der Vergangenheit nämlich öfters an Sandra denken müssen, sie hatte mich in der Schulzeit schon fasziniert und nie wirklich losgelassen.

„Also was Körperliches kann es auch nicht sein, soweit ich das beurteilen kann” sagte Sandra mit einem leichten Schmunzeln.

„Du siehst auch nicht alles” war der einzige Kommentar von mir. Um einem weiteren Verhör zu entgehen, setzte ich an zu einer Gegenfrage. „Wie sieht es bei dir aus mit Familie oder Freund?”

Sandra blickte betrübt zu Boden und ihre Augen wurden auf Grund der Erinnerungen wieder feucht.

„Tut mir leid” sagte ich.

„Ist schon gut” antwortete Sandra „es escort beşiktaş hat sich eben nie was ergeben was gepasst hätte”.

„Also an deiner Art und an deinem Aussehen kann es nicht liegen” sagte ich in Anspielung auf ihre Aussage mir gegenüber.

„Danke” kam verschüchtert von Sandra blickte jetzt verlegen zu Boden.

„Wo musst du eigentlich hin” fragte ich Sandra.

Sie nannte ihm den Ort und sagte „ich habe da ein Event über das Wochenende.”

„Welcher Art Event” fragte ich weiter.

Sandra drückte herum, schämte sich es auszusprechen.

Mir schien, dass es ihr peinlich war und setzte nach „du musst es mir nicht sagen.”

Sandra war sehr erleichtert, aber andererseits hätte sie gerne mit jemanden darüber gesprochen und ihr Herz ausgeschüttet.

So fasste sie sich ein Herz und begann von Anfang an.

„Tom, bitte versprich mir, dass du mich nicht verachtest und rausschmeißt, wenn du hörst, was ich dir erzähle. Bitte.” Sagte Sandra und blickte ihn ernst und mit feuchten Augen von der Seite an.

„Jetzt machst du mich neugierig. Aber ja, ich verspreche es” sagte ich.

„Also in meiner Pubertät fing bei mir alles an zu wachsen, überall. Ich dachte es ist normal und zerbrach mir meinen Kopf nicht darüber, bis zu meinem ersten Mal. Da wusste ich, dass etwas nicht stimmte, und meine Frauenärztin bestätigte es mir. Bei mir ist alles größer, auch unten. Ich habe keine normale Vagina, es ist alles so groß, dass dafür jeder Penis zu klein ist.” Mittlerweile unter Tränen erzählte sie weiter „darum bin ich schlussendlich in der Pornobranche gelandet in der Abteilung extrem. Ich habe da Auftritte und Filme, in denen es um die Aufnahmefähigkeit für große Sextoys und anderes Spielsachen geht. Am Anfang spielten manchmal auch Männer mit, das war aber mit der Zeit zu wenig. Da mussten dann schon zwei zugleich ran. Das passte zwar vom Durchmesser ganz gut, sie waren aber nicht lang genug, um mich wirklich zu befriedigen.

Deshalb bin ich auf dem Weg, weil ich einen Drehtag und anschließend ein Liveevent habe.” Jetzt flossen die Tränen in Strömen.

Ich war zwischenzeitlich auf einem Parkplatz stehengeblieben und schaute Sandra in ihre tränennassen Augen.

Völlig ängstlich sah mich Sandra an und erwartete eine mehr oder weniger heftige oder abwertende Reaktion von mir.

Doch ich sah sie nur mitfühlend an und sagte „keineswegs verurteile ich dich, und kann auch deine Entscheidung verstehen und nachvollziehen. Es muss dich eine große Überwindung gekostet haben diesen Schritt zu tun. Hast du deshalb keinen Freund, weil dich keiner befriedigen kann und dann das Interesse verliert?”

Sandra konnte nur nicken mit tränennassen Augen.

„Glaubst du an Schicksal?” fragte ich Sandra nach kurzem Schweigen.

Sie schaute mich nur fragend an und sagte „was hat das jetzt damit zu tun?”

„Naja”, duckte ich herum „bei mir war es ähnlich. Immer wenn ich eine Frau kennengelernt habe und es irgendwann begann intim zu werden erschraken sie und fragten Sachen wie ‚wo willst du mit diesem Ding hin’ oder ‚du wärst bei Pferden besser aufgehoben’. Teilweise kamen auch Spitznamen wie Pferdepimmel und so. Sowas ist deprimierend und so bleibt man eben allein. Es hat nie eine Frau auf nur den Versuch gestartet. Jedes Mal kam gleich die Flucht mit teils unschönen Kommentaren wie ‚Freak’ und ähnliches.”

Sandra schaute mich erstaunt an. „Das ist nicht dein Ernst” fragte sie ungläubig. „Und du glaubst deiner passt bei mir und ist groß genug? Wie groß ist er denn, wenn ich fragen darf? Du hast sicherlich mal nachgemessen.”

„Ja, in der Tat, ich habe nachgemessen. Er ist knapp 30 cm lang und 8 cm dick, nur die Eichel ist ein klein wenig dicker, die dürfte ca. 9 cm haben” sagte ich.

„Nicht im Ernst” kam von Sandra und blickte verstohlen auf ihren Unterarm, den sie der Länge nach betrachtete. „So groß wie ein Unterarm mit Faust? Du bist mein Mann” setzte sie noch nach und sah ihm direkt in die Augen.

Nach einiger Zeit räusperte ich mich und fragte „Wo musst du genau hin? Hast du schon ein Zimmer gebucht?”

„Nein, noch nicht. Ich dachte mir ich mache das vor Ort. Sollte ja eigentlich kein Problem sein, ansonsten hätte die Agentur immer eine Möglichkeit zur Übernachtung” sagte Sandra.

„Dann kommst du zu mir. Ich habe ein Doppelzimmer gebucht nicht sehr weit von deinem Event Ort” machte ich einen vorsichtigen Versuch, um mehr Zeit mit Sandra zu verbringen.

„Ich würde das Angebot gerne annehmen” kam verschüchtert von Sandra.

„Also dann, nichts wie los” sagte ich, startete den Wagen wieder und fuhr los.

Während der Fahrt telefonierte ich mit meinem Teammechaniker und fragte, ob die Werkstätte am Ring besetzt wäre und die eine Möglichkeit hätten ein Fahrzeug zu untersuchen. Ich teilte ihm noch den Typ von Sandras Auto mit. Der Teammechaniker antwortete, dass er sich gleich darum kümmern, und sich umgehend melden würde.

Sandra war mehr als escort küçükççekmece erstaunt und fragte gleich „Wer war das?”

„Das war mein Chefmechaniker. Der repariert und wartet die Rennautos” antwortete ich ihr.

„Oh”, war Sandras Kommentar, ein wenig überrascht von der ganzen Aktion, die ihr zu schnell passiert ist.

Wenig später läutete das Telefon und der Teammechaniker sagte das das mit der Werkstatt in Ordnung gehen würde und sie Bescheid wüsten. Toll, dachte ich, perfekt.

Auch Sandra war hin und weg. So fuhren sie die restliche Stunde, völlig in Gespräche vertieft, verging die Zeit auch wie im Flug. Sie waren da, fuhren zur Werkstatt, luden das Auto aus und besprachen den Fehler. Die Mechaniker machten sich auch sofort ans Werk und fanden den Fehler auch ziemlich schnell. Ein Kabel war verschmort und muss ausgetauscht werden. Schnell war das behoben und so fuhr Sandra hinter mir bis zur Rennstrecke. Dort wies ich sie auf einen Parkplatz und sie stieg wieder bei mir ein, und so fuhren sie direkt ins Fahrerlager zur Teambox, wo ich den Anhänger abstellte. Anschließend machten sie sich auf den Weg zu Sandras Auto und dann gemeinsam auf zum Hotel. Ich buchte gleich den zweiten Gast für das Wochenende nach und Sandra bekam auch einen Hotelschlüssel.

Sandra war völlig geflasht und ging mit mir ins Zimmer in dem sie erst realisierte, dass sich alles zum Guten gewandelt hatte. Hatte sie jetzt wirklich einen Partner oder sogar Mann fürs Leben gefunden? Konnte sie tatsächlich wieder froh in die Zukunft blicken, konnte sie den Job, der ihr mittlerweile gleichgültig, ja teilweise sogar verhasst war, aufgeben und ein Leben mit einem Partner führen. Ihr Herz machte einen Sprung. Ja, dieses Glück wäre schön, aber träumen durfte man ja.

„Tom” begann Sandra. „Ich muss heute noch zum Treffpunkt, um den morgigen Ablauf zu bestätigen. Ich soll um 19 Uhr dort sein, also in knapp einer Stunde und das soll ca. zwei Stunden dauern. Kann ich dich dann noch erreichen?”

„Du hast doch den Schlüssel für dieses Zimmer” sagte ich ihr überrascht „spätestens zum Schlafen erreichst du mich hier” setzte ich schmunzelnd hinterher.

„Ah, ja. Hatte ich ganz vergessen. Sorry” meinte Sandra kleinlaut.

„Aber du kannst mich jederzeit telefonisch erreichen. Hier ist meine Nummer” sagte ich und tippte meine Nummer in ihr Telefon ein und drückte auf Verbinden und gleich auf Anruf abbrechen.

„Danke” sagte Sandra und umarmte mich zum ersten Mal richtig. Sie schaute mir in die Augen und unsere Lippen näherten sich zu einem Kuss. Als sich die Lippen berührten war es wie ein knistern, sie zogen sich beinahe magisch an. Die Zungen erforschten sich gegenseitig. Keiner konnte und wollte den Kuss lösen. Nur die Atemnot zwang uns dazu aufzuhören. Völlig aus der Puste standen wir gegenüber und schauten uns an. Keiner sagte ein Wort, bis wir beide zur gleichen Zeit „Wow” flüsterten. Sofort fingen wir beide an zu lachen an und kriegten uns kaum wieder ein.

„Ich muss leider” sagte Sandra „ich freu mich auf später” setzte sie noch nach.

„Ich freu mich auch. Pass auf dich auf” sagte ich und wir gingen beide zu unseren Autos. Sandra fuhr zu ihrem Treffpunkt und ich wieder ins Fahrerlager.

Dort traf ich auf die versammelte Mannschaft, die mich herzlichst begrüßte.

„Sag mal, wer war denn die Frau bei dir im Auto” kam vom Teammechaniker.

„Nur eine alte Bekannte, die ich zufällig getroffen habe, als sie eine Panne mit ihrem Auto hatte” erklärte ich den Mechanikern die große Ohren bekommen hatten.

So wurde noch der nächste Tag besprochen, wie der Ablauf war und wann es los ging. Die Zeit verging ziemlich schnell und es dämmerte schon, als ich mich wieder auf den Weg ins Hotel machte.

Beim Blick auf die Uhr dachte ich, dass auch Sandra in kurzer Zeit zurückkommen würde. Und so beschloss ich noch ein wenig an die Bar zu gehen, um auf sie zu warten. Sie kam auch wirklich nach kurzer Zeit, erblickte mich und kam auch direkt auf die Bar zu. Wir tranken gemeinsam noch ein Glas und machten uns auf den Weg ins Zimmer.

Dort angekommen standen wir uns gegenüber und schauten uns in die Augen.

‚Könnte es jetzt wirklich passieren’ dachte Sandra und näherte sich mir. Wir verfielen in einen zärtlichen Kuss, den nur zwei sich liebende austauschen. Mit verklärtem Blick lösten wir uns wieder und beide wussten was weiter passieren würde. Wir gingen in den Schlafbereich und zogen uns gemeinsam aus. Sandra war nervös und auch gespannt was sie zu sehen bekommen würde. Auch ein wenig ängstlich, in Erinnerung an ihre Ex-Partner, wie sie sie behandelt haben. Sie zitterte ein wenig, was ich bemerkte. Sofort ging ich auf sie zu und nahm sie in den Arm. Einige Tropfen lösten sich aus Sandras Augen, teils aus Angst, teils vor Glück.

Liebevoll nahm ich Sandra bei der Hand und führte sie zum Bett. Wir waren beide noch in Unterwäsche, doch Sandra blieb stehen und sagte „ich will ihn sehen, bitte.” Auch sie zog sich die restlichen Kleidungsstücke aus, so waren sie beide nackt und Sandra blickte erstaunt auf meinen Penis.

„Sowas habe ich noch nie in Natura gesehen” stellte sie überrascht fest. Dabei war er noch gar nicht steif, nur gut durchblutet. Sie legten sich beide ins Bett und Sandra kuschelte sich sofort in die Seite von mir. Wir begannen uns zu streicheln und zu liebkosen.

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Herr Barthel hieß mit Vornamen Udo. Als ich ihn am Samstag nach unserem Sex-Event im Treppenhaus traf, fragte ich ihn danach. Er wollte, dass ich ihn duze, aber Evelyn beim siezen bleiben muss. Er fand es sein ganzes Leben schon immer sehr erregend, wenn die Gefickte ihn siezen musste. Das würde er, wie auch damals bei seiner langjährigen Sekretärin, gerne bei Evelyn so beibehalten wollen. Er bat mich in seine Wohnung und da ich heute Zeit hatte, folgte ich ihm in die Essecke in seiner Küche. Nachdem er uns zwei Flaschen Bier auf den Tisch gestellt hatte, setzten wir uns und er begann zu erzählen.

Er war 48 Jahre verheiratet , bevor seine Frau vor drei Jahren starb. Sie war zwar die Liebe seines Lebens, aber da sie aus einer streng katholischen Familie stammte, war sein Sexleben auf gelegentliches Anblasen und Missionarsstellung beschränkt. Sperma schlucken, andere Sexstellungen und Analverkehr wären Teufelswerk und würden nur von teufelsbessenen Huren ausgeführt. Er hatte in einem mittelständischen Handwerksbetrieb eine Ausbildung zum Bürokaufmann gemacht und sich über Fortbildungen bis zum Prokuristen und zur rechten Hand des Chefs hochgearbeitet. Er war Anfang 40, als er diese Position erreicht hatte. An einem Abend hatte er etwas im Büro vergessen und fuhr deshalb nochmal in die Firma. Obwohl es schon nach 20 Uhr war, war noch Licht im Büro seines Chefs. Er holte aus seinem Büro was er vergessen hatte und wollte noch seinem Chef einen schönen Abend wünschen. Durch die gläserne Tür konnte er dann sehen, wie der Boss seine Sekretärin Luisa, die vor ihm nackt mit dem Bauch auf dem Konferenztisch lag, mit kräftigen Hüftschwüngen von hinten fickte. Sein Chef hatte die Bewegung vor seiner Büro-Tür bemerkt, sah ihn direkt an, hob eine Hand und zeigte erst mit ausgestrecktem Daumen, dass alles okay ist und winkte dann zum Abschied.

Er fuhr nach Hause und musste sich voll auf die Fahrt konzentrieren, da ihm das Bild von Luisa und seinem Chef immer wieder vor dem inneren Auge erschien, Luisas breiter Arsch mit den Händen meines Chefs an den Hüften, der ihr seine Schwanz von hinten rein rammte. Er hätte nur zu gern die Position seines Chefs hinter Luisa übernommen, um sich mal so richtig auszuficken.

Einige Wochen später hatte Luisa ihren 25. Geburtstag und am Tag darauf fragte mich mein Chef, ob ich nicht mehr Leistung erbringen könnte, wenn mir eine Sekretärin zur Seite stünde. Nach wenigen Tagen begann eine extrem attraktive schwarzhaarige Schönheit als Sekretärin des Chefs. Mit ihren 21 Jahren, schlanker durchtrainierter Figur und mächtigen Brüsten war sie schon eine bis zwei Klassen besser als Luisa. Sie trat am gleichen Tag noch mit verheulten Augen ihren Dienst bei mir an. Schnell stand ein zweiter Schreibtisch in meinem Büro und Luisa sagte mir, dass der Chef ihr befohlen hatte, auch Herrn Barthel vollumfänglich zu dienen, wenn er es wünschte.

Es machte ihn schon sehr geil die etwas pummelige Luisa mit ihrem breiten Arsch um sich zu haben. Dieser Arsch steckte immer in engen Röcken oder Stretchjeans. Nach einigen Tagen der Eingewöhnung startete er einen ersten Versuch, als sie neben ihm stand und ihm einige Unterlagen zur Unterschrift vorlegte. Mit der rechten Hand unterschrieb er die Dokumente, die Luisa festhielt, und mit der freien linken Hand strich er über ihre ausladenden Arschbacken in der Jeans, die sie heute trug. Sie stöhnte kurz auf und arbeitete einfach weiter. So fasste er den Mut, ihr beim letzten Dokument von hinten zwischen die Schenkel zu fahren und ihr durch die Jeans die Möse zu reiben. Jetzt stöhnte sie noch stärker und ihr Becken begann sich zu bewegen und sie sich selbst an seiner Hand zu reiben. Auf seine Frage, ob sie heute zu einer Überstunde bereit wäre, antwortete sie ihm, dass sie schon befürchtet habe, dass er sie nicht wollen würde und sie sehr gern länger bleiben würde.

Am Abend vergewisserte sich Udo, dass sie beide die letzten in der Firma waren. Dann ging er auf die Toilette und nach allen Verrichtungen wusch er sich seinen Schwanz, der vom Vorsaft über den ganzen Tag hinweg ganz klebrig war. Zurück im Büro wollte er sehen, was ging und ab wann sie sich verweigern würde. Also befahl er ihr, sich auszuziehen. Ihr Shirt, Jeans und Socken flogen auf ihren Stuhl und Luisa stand in BH und Tanga vor ihm. Durch den BH griff er sich ihre rechte Zitze, drehte sie um und fragte, warum sie sich nicht auszieht, wenn er das sagt. Sie verzog vor Schmerz ihr Gesicht und entschuldigte sich sofort, dass der Chef sie immer in Unterwäsche sehen wollte.

Danach flogen auch BH und Tanga. Er massierte zärtlich ihre schmerzende Brust und leckte ihren Nippel zur Belohnung. Auch den Befehl, vor ihm in die Hocke zu gehen und seinen Schwanz aus der Hose zu holen, befolgte sie auf der Stelle. Seinen längst harten Schwanz in den Mund zu nehmen und zu lutschen, brauchte er nicht zu befehlen. Nach dem ersten Lutschen bemerkten sie, dass der Schwanz nur wenig Geschmack hat. Sie bat ihn, sein Geschlecht nicht vorher zu waschen. Das könnte sie mit dem Waschlappen in ihrem Mund viel besser erledigen. Der Geschmack würde sie auch zusätzlich aufgeilen. Ohne weitere Ansagen führte sie ihm ihre oralen Fähigkeiten escort çatalca vor, bis er eine reichhaltige Ladung in ihren Mund spritzte. Bis auf einige wenige Tropfen, die ihr aus dem Mundwinkel rannen, hatte sie seine Männergabe geschluckt, aber seinen Schwanz im Mund behalten und gab sich alle Mühe, ihn wieder hart zu blasen. Bald hatte sein Schwanz sich wieder komplett aufgerichtet, da sie wirklich himmlisch mit ihrer Zunge umgehen konnte und er dirigierte sie zu ihren Schreibtisch und platzierte sie bäuchlings auf die Tischplatte, trat hinter sie, teilte ihre mächtigen Arschbacken und rammte ohne weiteres Vorspiel seinen Pimmel von hinten in ihre überlaufende Fotze. Er ließ ihn einen Moment stecken. Sie sagte ihm, dass sein Frauenbeglücker genauso dick ist wie der vom Chef, aber um einiges länger und sie sich freue, noch oft von ihm damit genagelt zu werden. Er rammelte sie von hinten, bis er ein zweites Mal in ihr abspritzte, schloss die Hose und ließ sie ohne ein weiteres Wort auf dem Tisch liegen. Holte seinen Autoschlüssel und fuhr nach Hause, wo er dann noch einmal seine Frau in der Missionarsstellung fickte und voll spritzte, im Gedanke aber bei Luisa war und schon die ersten Pläne schmiedete was er alles mit seiner Sekretärin machen könnte.

Ich hatte mittlerweile ausgetrunken und verabschiedete mich von meinen Nachbarn und bedankte mich für den ersten Teil der Geschichte von Luisa. In unserer Wohnung angekommen, rief ich sofort nach Evelyn. Mein Schwanz war steinhart von der Geschichte des Alten. Evelyn kam mir aus der Küche nur mit einem Longshirt bekleidet entgegen. Ich schnappte sie im Genick und führte sie ins Wohnzimmer und drückte sie bäuchlings auf den Esstisch. Ich schob ihr Longshirt hoch und sah ihren nackten Arsch. Wie zu Hause üblich trug sie keine Unterwäsche. Ich ließ meine Hose fallen,schob mit einem Bein ihre Beine auseinander, nahm meinen brettharten Ständer in die Hand und drückte die Eichel von hinten auf ihre Trockenpflaume. Durch die Dehnungen der letzten Tage gelang es mir aber auch trocken meinen Schwanz in ihre Fotze zu treiben und nach einigen harten Fickstössen schoss ich ihr meine Sahne bis zum Gebärmuttermund. Ich zog raus und wischte meinen Schwanz an ihren Arschbacken ab, zog meine Hose hoch, setzte mich auf die Couch und schaltete den Fernseher an. Evelyn lag immer noch schnaufend auf dem Esstisch und rieb sich mit einer Hand ihre durchgefickte Möse, um zu Ende zu bringen, was ich begonnen hatte. Als es dann immer lauter auf dem Esstisch wurde, schaute ich zu ihr und sah, dass die geile Sau sich ihre eigene Hand in die Fotze geschoben hatte. Evelyn fistete sich selbst heftig, bis meine kleine Ehefotze einem Orgasmus erlebte, von dem sie wie von einem Erdbeben durchgeschüttelt wurde.

Tags darauf fragte ich Evelyn beim Frühstück, was es zum Mittagessen geben würde und ob die Menge auch für drei Personen reichen würde. Sie schaute mich verwundert an, bestätigte aber, dass der Schweinerollbraten mehr als ausreichend wäre, selbst wenn vier Personen ihn essen wollen. Das wäre ausgezeichnet und sie soll nach dem Frühstück zu unserem Nachbarn gehen und ihn zum Mittagessen einladen. Sie schaute mich wieder erstaunt an, aber ein Funkeln in ihren Augen verriet, dass sie an etwas Erregendes dachte.

Sie war heute in einer weiten grünen Jogginghose und einem weißen Shirt mit Spaghettiträgern bekleidet. Nachdem sie den Tisch abgeräumt hatte, wollte sie zu unserem Nachbarn gehen. An der Tür hielt ich sie auf. Mit einer kleinen Schere schnitt ich den oberen Saum des Shirts zwischen ihren Titte durch und riss noch etwas weiter den Stoff auf. Dann legte ich erst ihre rechte und dann ihre linke Brust frei. Ich gab ihr einen Klaps auf ihren niedlichen kleinen Arsch und schob sie durch die Tür auf den Flur und schloss dann die Tür. Nach etwa zehn Minuten klopfte es an unserer Tür, ich öffnete und Evelyn stand mit hochrotem Gesicht davor. Nicht nur ihr Gesicht hatte diese gesunde Röte, sondern auch ihre Nippel hatten diese Farbe. Mit einem weinroten Lippenstift, der wohl noch von Udos Frau stammte, war über jeder Brustwarze ein Wort geschrieben. Rechts “komme” und über der Linken “gerne”. Ich hatte ein breites Grinsen im Gesicht und ließ Evelyn ein, die sofort im Badezimmer verschwand und ihre Titten sauber rubbelte. Mit einem frische T-Shirt bekleidet, verschwand sie wortlos in der Küche und begann das Mittagessen zuzubereiten.

Pünktlich um 13.30, wie zwischen Udo und Evelyn vereinbart, klingelte Udo bei uns. Ich öffnete die Tür und ließ ihn ein. Unter dem Arm hatte er eine Flasche Rotwein, die er mir überreichte. Ich lobte ihn für die Idee mit Evelyns beschrifteten Möpsen und den knallroten Nippeln. Er sagte mir, ihre Nippel schön hart gedreht und gequetscht zu haben, bis meine Ehesau anfing zu quieken. Evelyn streckte ihren Kopf durch die Küchentür und kündigte an, dass sie gleich mit dem Servieren beginnen würde und wir uns setzen sollen. Während Udo Platz nahm, ging ich kurz in die Küche und gab ihr die Anweisung vor dem Service, sich kurz im Schlafzimmer auszuziehen, den neuen kleinen Vibrator in ihre Fotze zu stecken und mir die dazugehörige Fernbedienung escort silivri mitzubringen. Dieser neue Vibrator war ein neongelbes ovales Objekt, das in der Längsrichtung etwa 5 Zentimeter im Durchmesser hat und eine Länge von 12 Zentimeter. Hinten dran dann noch eine 6 cm Verlängerung, in der sich die Antenne befindet. Insgesamt hat das Teil die Form eines Spermiums und kann über die Fernbedienung gesteuert werden. Auf dieser Fernbedienung waren Knöpfe für Vibrationsart, Vibrationsstärke und eine Power-Taste. Auf der Packung hat etwas von zarter Latex-Oberfläche und extra starker Vibration gestanden, sowie eine Reichweite von 30 Metern und der Akku würde unter Volllast bis zu 90 Minuten ausreichen.

Udo konnte seine Augen nicht von Evelyn lassen, die nun nackt die Speisen servierte. Besonders ihr roten und geschwollenen Titten hatten es ihm angetan. Er fragte sie dann auch, ob sie sehr heftig an dem Euter und Nippeln rubbeln musste, um den Lippenstift wieder abzubekommen. Evelyn schwieg dazu und wollte wohl das Thema übergehen. Ein kurzer Druck auf die Fernbedienung aktivierte den Vibrator in ihrer Möse und ließ sie unter Stöhnen im Becken einknicken. Sie hatte sich etwas erschrocken, da sie die stärke der Vibration nicht erwartet hatte. Dabei waren wir erst auf Stufe 6 von 10.

Als sich Evelyn wieder aufrichtete, bemerkte der alte Mann erst jetzt die Antenne, die aus ihrer Fotze herausragte. Ich befahl ihr, Udo wahrheitsgemäß zu antworten. Nachdem sie ihm geantwortet hatte, steigerte ich die Vibration um eine Stufe und löste nochmal aus. Sie quiekte kurz und knickte wieder ein und als sie sich wieder aufrichtete, konnte man ihre Mösensaft an den Innenseiten ihre Oberschenkel herablaufen sehen. Meine Ehefotze, war also schon wieder geil. Sie teilte tapfer mit zusammen gekniffenen Schenkeln das Essen auf unsere Teller aus. So klitschnass wie die Sau war, hatte sie wohl ein kleines bisschen Angst, dass ihr das Vibrator-Ei aus ihrer ausgeleierten Möse rutschen würde. Als alle Teller und Gläser gefüllt waren, durfte auch Evelyn sich setzen. Wir wünschten uns gegenseitig guten Appetit. Ich dankte Evelyn für ihren Service und unterstrich meine Dank mit einem längeren Impuls der Stufe 8. Evelyn rutschte mit ihrem Unterleib eine Weile auf ihrem Stuhl herum bis ihr kleiner Orgasmus vergangen war und sie eine Sitzposition gefunden hatte bei der die Antenne nicht drückte. Wir begannen zu essen.

Beim Essen, das von Udo sehr gelobt wurde, zog er einen Briefumschlag aus der Innentasche seiner Weste. Den Umschlag schob er mir zu. Ich überflog kurz den Arztbrief, in dem bestätigt wurde, dass der untersuchte Patient frei von ansteckenden Geschlechtskrankheiten und HIV ist. Ich bedankte mich bei Udo und betonte, dass ich es sehr vertrauensvoll von ihm fand, sich testen zu lassen, ohne dass wir ihn dazu aufgefordert hatten. Er griff nochmal in seine Westentasche und zog einen Blister mit drei rautenförmigen blauen Pillen hervor und legte sie neben seinen Teller auf den Tisch.

Ich kannte das Aussehen von Viagra aus Zeitschriften. Wir grinsten uns beide an und am Gesichtsausdruck von Evelyn war zu erkennen, dass sie nicht wusste, worum es ging. Udo fragte mich ganz direkt, ob heute ein Spieltag geplant sei, dann würde er jetzt eine von den Pillen nehmen, um dafür gewappnet zu sein. Ich antwortete ihm, dass ich heute den Plan habe, mit ihm meine Ehefrau zu mindestens zehn Orgasmen zu bringen und sie dabei mit ihm zusammen als Dreilochstute zu benutzen. Evelyn riss die Augen auf und wurde mit ihrem Becken schon wieder unruhig auf dem Stuhl. Udo nahm mit einem großen Schluck Wein seine blaue Pille und betonte, zum ersten Mal davon eine zu nehmen und nicht weiss, wie lange es dauert, bis die Wirkung einsetzt. Wäre sowieso schwer zu sagen, da er von Evelyns Anblick bereits ein ansehnliche Erektion hat.

Ich wartete auf den Moment kurz vor Endes des Essens, als Evelyn den Mund voll hatte und mit eine großen Schluck Rotwein nachspülen wollte. Ich schaltete das Vibrator-Ei auf Stufe 10 und hielt den Auslöser gedrückt. Evelyn versuchte sich nicht zu verschlucken, aber es gelang ihr nicht, ihren Abgang zu unterdrücken. Als sie anfing ihren Orgasmus heraus zu grunzen, lief ihr das Gemisch von Sabber, Speisen und Rotwein aus ihrem Mund, lief ihr über Kinn und Hals herab auf ihre kleinen Titten und ihren Bauch.

Ich wies sie an, am Esstisch aufzuräumen, duschen zu gehen und dann komplett gereinigt uns im Wohnzimmer Espresso zu servieren. Natürlich nackt und mit dem Plug im Arsch, den ich ihr auf das Bett gelegt habe.

Zwanzig Minuten mussten wir warten, bis sie mit einem kleinen Tablett mit drei Tassen im Wohnzimmer erschien. Beim Servieren konnten wir den Fuchsschwanz sehen, der an ihrer Kehrseite baumelte. Am Ende des Fuchsschwanzes war eine silberner Sockel zu erkennen, der in ihrer Rosette steckte. Sie stellte uns die Tassen hin, nahm dann ihre Tasse und kniete sich damit zwischen uns auf den Boden. Ich sagte nur kurz das Wort Status zu ihr und sie wurde knallrot im Gesicht. Mir ihren Status bekannt zu geben war ihr schon peinlich, aber vor Udo war es wohl um noch einige Stufen escort büyükçekmece schlimmer. Ich wiederholte noch einmal das Wort Status, lauter und dominanter. Sie senkte ihre Blick und erklärte, dass ihre Maulfotze gereinigt ist, ihre Arschfotze mehrmals gespült und sauber ist und ihre Fickfotze ebenfalls gespült und eingecremt ist. Ihre Titten sind ebenfalls gereinigt und sie hätte sie gern heute fest abgebunden, da sie der Druck in den Nippel immer ganz wild macht. Damit schob sie Udo und mir jeweils einen Kabelbinder zu.

Nachdem wir unseren Espresso ausgetrunken hatten, überließ Udo den Vortritt. Er erhob sich aus seinem Sessel und ging zu meine Frau. Den Kabelbinder schloss ganz locker um sein Handgelenk und griff Evelyn an den Nippel der linken Titte und zog diese daran lang. Dann zog er über seine Hand den Kabelbinder auf ihre Titte und zog ihm zu. Evelyn atmete heftig ein als das Plastik die Basis ihrer Titte komprimierte. Die dann auch schnell straff und rot wurde. Ich machte es Udo auf gleiche Weise nach. Ich holte noch schnell eine kleine Zange und einen dicken roten Filzstift. Ich knipste die vorstehenden Enden der Kabelbinder ab. Einfach ein toller, geiler Anblick, wie ihre nicht sonderlich großen Möpse immer dunkler wurden, die Haut begann sich zu spannen. Dann nahm ich den Filzstift und markierte ihre rechte Titte über der prallen Zitze mit zwei Strichen für die beiden Orgasmen, die sie bereits am Esstisch hatte. Wenn beide mit jeweils fünf Strichen markiert sind, hätte sie ihr Tagewerk erbracht.

Die darauf folgenden acht weiteren Orgasmen haben einen eigenen Bericht verdient.

Herr Barthel hieß mit Vornamen Udo. Als ich ihn am Samstag nach unserem Sex-Event im Treppenhaus traf, fragte ich ihn danach. Er wollte, dass ich ihn duze, aber Evelyn beim siezen bleiben muss. Er fand es sein ganzes Leben schon immer sehr erregend, wenn die Gefickte ihn siezen musste. Das würde er, wie auch damals bei seiner langjährigen Sekretärin, gerne bei Evelyn so beibehalten wollen. Er bat mich in seine Wohnung und da ich heute Zeit hatte, folgte ich ihm in die Essecke in seiner Küche. Nachdem er uns zwei Flaschen Bier auf den Tisch gestellt hatte, setzten wir uns und er begann zu erzählen.

Er war 48 Jahre verheiratet , bevor seine Frau vor drei Jahren starb. Sie war zwar die Liebe seines Lebens, aber da sie aus einer streng katholischen Familie stammte, war sein Sexleben auf gelegentliches Anblasen und Missionarsstellung beschränkt. Sperma schlucken, andere Sexstellungen und Analverkehr wären Teufelswerk und würden nur von teufelsbessenen Huren ausgeführt. Er hatte in einem mittelständischen Handwerksbetrieb eine Ausbildung zum Bürokaufmann gemacht und sich über Fortbildungen bis zum Prokuristen und zur rechten Hand des Chefs hochgearbeitet. Er war Anfang 40, als er diese Position erreicht hatte. An einem Abend hatte er etwas im Büro vergessen und fuhr deshalb nochmal in die Firma. Obwohl es schon nach 20 Uhr war, war noch Licht im Büro seines Chefs. Er holte aus seinem Büro was er vergessen hatte und wollte noch seinem Chef einen schönen Abend wünschen. Durch die gläserne Tür konnte er dann sehen, wie der Boss seine Sekretärin Luisa, die vor ihm nackt mit dem Bauch auf dem Konferenztisch lag, mit kräftigen Hüftschwüngen von hinten fickte. Sein Chef hatte die Bewegung vor seiner Bürotür bemerkt, sah ihn direkt an, hob eine Hand und zeigte erst mit ausgestreckten Daumen, dass alles okay ist und winkte dann zum Abschied.

Er fuhr nach Hause und musste sich voll auf die Fahrt konzentrieren, da ihm das Bild von Luisa und seinem Chef immer wieder vor dem inneren Auge erschien, Luisas breiter Arsch mit den Händen meines Chefs an den Hüften, der ihr seine Schwanz von hinten rein rammte, sodass die Arschbacken in Wallung gerieten. Er hätte nur zu gern die Position seines Chefs hinter Luisa übernommen, um sich mal so richtig auszuficken.

Einige Wochen später hatte Luisa ihren 25. Geburtstag und am Tag darauf fragte mich mein Chef, ob ich nicht mehr Leistung erbringen könnte, wenn mir eine Sekretärin zur Seite stünde. Nach wenigen Tagen begann eine extrem attraktive schwarzhaarige Schönheit als Sekretärin des Chefs. Mit ihren 21 Jahren, schlanker durchtrainierter Figur und mächtigen Brüsten war sie schon eine bis zwei Klassen besser als Luisa. Sie trat am gleichen Tag noch mit verheulten Augen ihren Dienst bei mir an. Schnell stand ein zweiter Schreibtisch in meinem Büro und Luisa sagte mir, dass der Chef ihr befohlen hatte, auch Herrn Barthel vollumfänglich zu dienen, wenn er es wünschte.

Es machte ihn schon sehr geil die etwas pummelige Luisa mit ihrem breiten Arsch um sich zu haben. Dieser Arsch steckte immer in engen Röcken oder Stretchjeans. Nach einigen Tagen der Eingewöhnung startete er einen ersten Versuch, als sie neben ihm stand und ihm einige Unterlagen zur Unterschrift vorlegte. Mit der rechten Hand unterschrieb er die Dokumente, die Luisa festhielt, und mit der freien linken Hand strich er über ihre ausladenden Arschbacken in der Jeans, die sie heute trug. Sie stöhnte kurz auf und arbeitete einfach weiter. So fasste er den Mut, ihr beim letzten Dokument von hinten zwischen die Schenkel zu fahren und ihr durch die Jeans die Möse zu reiben. Jetzt stöhnte sie noch stärker und ihr Becken begann sich zu bewegen und sie sich selbst an seiner Hand zu reiben. Auf seine Frage, ob sie heute zu einer Überstunde bereit wäre, antwortete sie ihm, dass sie schon befürchtet habe, dass er sie nicht wollen würde und sie sehr gern länger bleiben würde.

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