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Danni Alexandra was up against the wall between the kitchen and the front sitting room, in her left hand was a 50 year old unopened bottle of wine she had bought to share with her husband. She had bought to celebrate their twentieth wedding anniversary. In her left, was two of the antique set of eight wine lead crystal glasses, given to her as a wedding present from her grandmother. The glasses had been in the family for years and years and had been given to her grandmother by her own.

Each hand was being held up and out to the side, and she was beside herself with fear, in case she happened to drop either of the precious items. She was desperate to put them down but there was nothing nearby so she could. She was up against the wall, her skirt was up around her waist, her panties were around one ankle, having been torn away. Her neck was being kissed, as too was her face and lips, her nipples were hardening.

He gripped one and twisted it beautifully, it was just how she liked it, “Does he know?” she wondered. She also was full to the brim of hard cock, cock that wasn’t her husband’s. Danni couldn’t get away, she wasn’t allowed to even shuffle to one side, she had tried, but was just held still by the body weight leaning against her. He had one arm around her waist, the other on her hip as he fucked her half to death.

She had pleaded in vain, now she had stopped begging, she knew that he wasn’t going to stop until he had had her completely, and the cock in her was making her know it. It was much bigger than her husbands, it wasn’t the biggest she had ever had, but it was big enough to damage, and challenge her resistance to it. Resistance she knew as waning, and would dissipate if he didn’t finish soon. Then Danni knew she would cum, no matter how she tried not to, he would make her.

Her knees had gradually spread, her feet were firmly planted, knees slightly forward, her body was giving itself it best position to receive the mammoth cock now secured in her. Her arms were lowering through weakness, her beautiful blond haired head was coming to rest face down on his shoulder, as her mind and body began to respond and accept her capture, and forced seduction.

Soon the flames of passion began to lick at her nipples, her stomach, and more, at her pussy. She made one last valiant attempt to get free, to rid herself of the murderous invader, and Danni failed, then she came. “Oh, oh, oh, Ooooh, oh,ohhhh…” The gorgeous 40 year old mother, was preparing for an early evening drink with her husband with the vintage wine when he returned from the sudden departure he had had to make. He had called and told her he would be hone in about 45 minutes, traffic allowing.

Danni was still beautiful, and turned men’s heads wherever she went, dressed up or not. Danni was what you would call voluptuous, full bodied, her shape was as it was in her heyday, just a few pounds, 10 or 15. But it never detracted anything from how she appeared to the outside world. There were many men who would have given all to have the chance for some bed time with her.

Then fate took a hand, she was a person who didn’t believe in coincidences, but what happed had to be in that sphere. The chain of events that followed, couldn’t have been more exact in occurrence. She had put some washing into the machine in the garage, and because it was damp outside, she had put it into the drier to finish off. As this was happening, she popped upstairs for a quick shower and put on the skirt, skimpy panties, no bra, and the wrap around blouse, tied off at the bottom with just two buttons holding her large still firm and sensitive breasts in them, her husband liked to see her dressed this way.

Her hair was tied up in a small pony tail normally it hung down to her shoulders, she kept it this way because she felt that at 40, she might be a little old for really long hair. Although she could carry long hair off easily, because of the way she still looked, it was easy to mistake her for about 30 to 35 years old.

Danni got the ice bucket out, half filled it with ice from the freezer, and took it into the front sitting room. The wine was cooling in the wine cooler, and the glasses were ready. Then suddenly there was a calamitous sound from the garage. She rushed in to see the drier trying to dance across the garage floor. She thought one of the wheels or legs had maybe broken or fell off.

She dashed in and grabbed it, but it still jiggled away, then she sat on it, this helped a little, but not much, she got off and pressed her knees to it, reached across it, grabbed the opposite corner, tightened her muscles, then laid down on it, this almost stopped it. The trouble was, the corner at her legs was pressing right into her pussy, the sometimes ignored pussy by her husband. It vibrated away and soon Danni’s lovely head drooped, it was exciting.

Her pussy was being treated to an unasked for treat, one that she hadn’t bargained for nor expected. She responded to it, closing her eyes, güvenilir bahis she hadn’t had a good orgasm in quite a while, her husband had tailed off lately in the love making stakes. She did look over her shoulder to start with to make sure Jack their teenage son wasn’t around.

He had been getting more and more touchy feely just lately with her, it had made her laugh at first, but now after about two months he was getting serious. Danni had to admit that in times of a drought from Henry her husband, Jack’s attention, though it was not encouraged, was a welcome diversion, and sometimes, a relief.

Time had moved on, and Jack hadn’t received an outright rejection from his lovely mother. Though she had remonstrated and given him looks of disapproval, he had got a bit braver, a little more daring. Danni wasn’t able to fall out with him about his incorrect behaviour, he was her son, she loved him to distraction, and more than any mother had a right to love him.

He had, much to her surprise, not only by what he did, but by her own reaction to what he did, find herself releasing some of her hormonal love for him. Just two days ago copped a feel of her pussy, he had given her a hugging love, a kiss on the cheek. Sometimes he ha snagged her lips for an illicit kiss. Then accidently on purpose, his hand had somehow found its way between her legs. He hadn’t had the courage to actually grasp it, but his finger had, unknowingly to him, stroked her pussy, and it made his mother yelp, he had let go and wandered away, as if nothing had happened.

Now, as she had looked over her shoulder to make sure he wasn’t there, she went back to what the washing machine was doing for her. It felt so unreal, so unusual, that she stayed there letting the vibration tease her to almost the point of having a small orgasm. What she didn’t know was that as soon as she had looked away from the door Jack appeared and watched her, it took him a moment to realise what was happening, and to get as huge erection.

He watched for as long as he dared, then the cycle on the drier ended, it was winding down, he saw his mother lift herself up, and stand there, her head shaking. He didn’t know, but his gorgeous mother was in the grip of desperation for sex. Her pussy and body was on fire, and if she had had the time, she would have raced upstairs for her vibrator.

Jack left the doorway and went into the sitting room where the ice bucket was, he wondered wildly about his mother, what should he do, if anything? He was of the opinion that she might be up for an approach. His young powerful cock was ruling his brain, deciding his thoughts, and he had could have had no idea how much his thoughts were right on the button. Then the chain of events went to the next level.

Danni shook her head, and said to herself, “Oh boy what wouldn’t I give for Henry to walk in, grab me and fuck me where he found me.” But she knew that wasn’t going to happen, it had been nearly a month since he had been near her. She actually thought that he didn’t know himself that he was neglecting her this way. While he was innocent in one way, she had reasoned, he was also ignorant of her growing needs.

She picked up the two eons old, to her, wine glasses, fixed them into the fingers of her left hand, and using a piece of paper towel around the neck of the cooled wine, she turned and walked to her sitting room. As she left the kitchen, Jack, at that very moment left the sitting room. His thoughts were on his rampant cock, he was going to go up stairs and jack off over his mother.

He had jacked off about two hours ago, but his youth kept constantly up for fun with his young and needful cock. As he opened the door, they were in exactly the same places, he in one doorway, his mother in the other. He again looked at the way she was dressed, she looked fabulous, so fucking sexy, her lovely soft angelic face was a mask of glowing love, her high cheekbones were red blotched,his cock nearly burst from his trousers and shot her. And that was when Jack threw caution to the wind, his mind devoid of any thoughts of consequences for his actions.

Danni approached her son with a bright loving smile on her ever beautiful loving face. The chain of unfolding events were about to grow to fruition, for him anyway. Instead of turning to go up the stairs, he turned towards his mother, he closed the gap, and put one arm around her waist. Jack turned her so she had her back to the wall, and pressed her into it with his own body weight.

This brought her pussy into direct contact with his fully erect and very hard cock. His mother gasped, not only because of what he had just done, but because of his cock was where it was. She squealed, “Jack, Oh, Ooooh, what are you…” Jack kissed her neck. It stopped all sound coming from his mother, he automatically rubbed his aching weapon across his mother’s pussy. He didn’t know he was doing that for, and to her, and the effect it would, and was having.

Danni deliberately spread her türkçe bahis arms, she already knew that dropping what was in her hands wasn’t an option, but it also gave her son carte blanche to do, and carry on doing, what he was.

“Jack, please, you mustn…” he licked her ear and poked the tip of his tongue in, this action again prevented her from speaking. His cock was already seducing her, she could feel the urgency and the hardness of him, and unbelievably, a thought jumped into her mind. “Wow his thing feels big, very big!”

Jack’s free hand went inside of her wrap around top and captured, a grown to full size, and super sensitive nipple. That was the moment that neither knew, her seduction was completed, it was a forced seduction, she would not have willingly gone here. But her own body, which was still on a high from the vibrating of the drier in the garage, was now it was being irretrievably given the sexually treat that his mother was craving from her husband.

Jack let go briefly, but only to grab the bottom of her skirt and pull it up to her waist. Danni felt it and mumbled incoherently, her head was dropping on to her son’s shoulder, she couldn’t resist this, her son was becoming her alpha male. She knew he loved her, she knew he wanted her, that he was desperate for her. He was rabid for her sexually, or otherwise, and this was what Danni couldn’t now refuse him.

Her love for him wouldn’t allow any other thoughts to detract her from what he wanted, needed and was going to get. She had to let him, and the cock creating havoc on her pussy made it so. Then he gripped her panties and she heard the rip as he tore them away, he could feel the heat and the dampness of them, then let them go. Danni felt them slide down her leg to her ankle. She felt and heard the definite Thhhhh of his zip, followed by a fumble ensued from him. Jack was getting his cock out ready to screw his beautiful mother.

His knees were pushing in between hers, her feet shuffled sideways for him, her own knees bent slightly, her back tight to the wall, her body was presenting itself, although Danni wasn’t aware of it just yet, to its new owner. Jack felt her pussy, his finger dipped into the warm wetness of her love cave, What Jack and his mother didn’t yet know was, his cock was bigger than his dads.

He held it in, what he hoped was, the right direction, the correct angle, and pushed up, he hit gold and slid in. “Arggggh, Ooooh, Oh Jack, Oh Jack, please Urggggh ohhhhhh.” He forced himself all the way up, until he felt his loins touch hers. He pulled back and shoved up again, now he was where his heart wanted him to be, deep in his own mother hot burnig wet pussy.

Danni had not been this full for as long as she could remember, her son dropped and rose, dropped and rose and Danni floundered, her face turned into his neck, it was her way of admitting her surrender to her own son, he had now.

“Darling, I’m going to drop the wine bottle!” she moaned. Looking down he saw where it was, he took it from her, stuck his foot out, lowered his arm and dropped it on to his toes where it gently rolled off and safely on to the hall carpet.

Jack began to fuck his mother in earnest, her now free arm went around his neck, and she held herself to him while he did. “Oh darling, oh Jack, Hmmmm, oh baby, oh you beautiful bad beautiful boy,” she mewled, as she blindly kissed his neck and face. “Argggggh,” she cried out, and his mother came.

Jack continued screwing his helpless mother against the wall, she came again for him. He was going to cum now too, “Oh mum, oh mum,” he moaned. Danni knew he was going to cum, and she waited with her breath tight in her lungs, she couldn’t breathe. Then Jack gave one huge forceful thump up, he lifted her off her feet momentarily, and he spewed his hot cum right into his waiting mothers hot demanding pussy, he felt her sucking it up, her pussy muscles were clamping and releasing in quick succession.

In the few seconds after he had blown his load into his mother, and Danni had cum two or three times for him, they looked at each other in a sort of wondrous eye balling stare. Jack leaned away and his cock dropped out, then he leaned back in and kissed her properly on the mouth, it was his first real kiss. Danni had to kiss him back, after what he had just done to her, and unknowingly given her the very love she was dying for, kissing him this wasn’t a problem.

Then amazingly, he became Jack again, he bent down, picked up the bottle, looked at his mother with more love than she had ever seen in her life, and said. “I’ll see to this mom, you had better get ready hadn’t you? Dad will be home soon.” Then he went into the sitting room with the bottle, leaving her stranded against the wall with her torn panties around her ankle.

His cum, and hers, was running down her bare legs, she shook her head to try and clear it. She heard her son screwing the bottle into the ice in the wine bucket, then she unsteadily stepped to the stairs and güvenilir bahis siteleri shakily walk up them. She headed for the bathroom and sat on the bidet. There she washed her thighs and pussy, reached for her body spray, and perfumed herself once more.

Finding new panties, she put them on in her bedroom, and she heard Jack coming up the stairs, she waited, uncertain as to the chance he might come for her again. Then Danni heard his bedroom door close, gathering herself, breathing deeply, she went back down. She looked at the spot on the floor where their feet had been, she could see the indentations in the carpet, but she couldn’t make herself rubbed them out with her foot. This place would forever be a shrine to her.

Her husband’s car made its customary noise in the drive and she opened the door to greet him, she was a great actress. She kissed him, hugged him, led him by the hand into the room, where she poured the wine and they toasted each other. They celebrated, chatted and talked the evening away. And all that evening, Danni couldn’t remove the feel of her son’s cock in her pussy. It didn’t matter if she stood, sat or walked, it was there. Even as they went upstairs to bed she could feel the hot thickness of him within her expanded pussy walls.

They went to bed, where nothing happened, Henry kissed her cheek, said goodnight and turned over to go to sleep. And in Danni’s head she was saying to him. “Tonight Henry, I was screwed out of my head by your son, my son, our son. And it was so good and fabulous too, but it was something you should be doing, not him!”

If it hadn’t been for the wine she would not have slept a lot, but as it was she did have serious guilt pangs. She told herself that it had to be a one off, an aberration, not to be repeated. She would talk to him tomorrow, discuss it with her son. He would understand, she would tell him this, she would tell him that, show him the she knew how he was feeling, and that she loved him as much, if not more than any mother could. He would agree she was sure, and go back to being Jack, her beautiful baby.

The next day was Saturday, Henry grunted when Danni got up, it was just after 9am. Danni went into the shower, but as she had got out of bed Jack’s cock re-entered her pussy in her mind. It nearly bent her in half, the sudden memory, not that she had forgotten scorched her mind. Every step to and into the shower, was a blinding searing recall of his thick cock making her cum. By the time she got under the water she was fingering herself. Danni had a huge orgasm, not with Jack in her mind, but the feel of his cock in her pussy.

She recovered after nearly sliding down the wall. “Phew,” she said out loud, but to no one, “that was a cracker!” and she laughed. “Behave yourself Danni,” she said in her lovely head, “you’re turning in to a wanton slut!” Danni felt so unbelievably alive and vital, her face was glowing with health, her hair shone brightly, her whole body tingled.

The fact that her body and erogenous zones were remembering yesterday’s fantastic forced seduction, the mammoth cock, creating pandemonium in her pussy, the wonderful sex, her orgasms, these things never dawned on the 40 year old beauty, that her life may have been changed by her young son forever. Danni was starving, she had intended going back to bed, but decided to leave her snoring husband and go down for a bowl of cereals.

She popped on a thong, it was an old one that she only wore in the house, her white, above the knee silk dressing gown got tied in a bow around her still gorgeous waist, and she headed off. Bare footed she went down. Her thoughts were mixed, she was still having her head conversation with Jack, and her pussy was tingling from his cock’s ravaging of her, but she was also deciding what cereals to have too.

As she got to the kitchen her wonderful blue eyes dropped to take in the still present indentations on the carpet, she smiled a secret smile. Her body recognised the significance too and made her aware of it.

“Danni I’ve warned you, behave yourself,” she told her, “it’s done with, it’s over, finished, shouldn’t have happened, it won’t happen again, kaput.” She walked into the kitchen feeling as good as she ever had, Jack had put a huge spring into his mother’s graceful step. She stopped in her tracks, Jack was sat at the table with his own bowl of cereal.

“Mom,” he said, brightly but hesitantly, “good morning, how are you, mom?” This made Danni tongue tied, all of her reasoned arguments flew out of her beautiful head.

Inexplicably her whole body tightened, her nipples crackled, her pussy was a tinder box of unreasonable emotions.

“Jack,” she said, “good er, erm, morning to you er too darling. I’m fine, you?” she spluttered slightly.

“Great mom,” he replied getting up from the table, he was bare chested, and all he was wearing were his pyjama bottoms. This action put the fear of God into his mother. She wanted to talk about yesterday, but she just didn’t have the words somehow. And the reason for that was simple, his cock was sticking out of his pyjamas, it was hard, thick and long. Jack had decided the second her had heard his mother that rond two was a goer.

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Ben Esra telefonda seni bosaltmami ister misin?
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Author’s Note: This story is combined request of two readers. The first reader requested a story where a woman is bound and laying on virginal, white sheets. The second reader requested for me to write about her fantasy of having a threesome with her boyfriend and his mother. She requested his mother be bound and blackmailed. The names have been changes at her request. Thank you, dear reader, for the pictures. It has helped to paint the story with words.

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I am posing for Jay and allowing him to take whichever pictures of my naked body he desires. I used to feel uncomfortable with my small breasts, one just slightly smaller than the other, and dark nipples that are difficult to conceal without a bra. I hate bras with a passion and am small enough to not need one at all. It isn’t just the discomfort that I hate, but the difficulty for his hands to reach my very sensitive nipples.

I can see in the mirror that he is focused on my pear-shaped cheeks and am happy that he doesn’t want anything bigger. My metabolism is too fast for me to put on any weight, which leaves me with a very petite body. He sets the phone down and love the way his mocha hands feel on my bronzed ass.

His hands reach around and I feel them move across my smooth flesh. I shave down there daily just for him. It was awkward at first to be bald there, but I have grown to enjoy the sensation. Especially since there is no longer any pain associated with an occasional hair being pulled out.

I feel his hard shaft press between my cheeks and he starts to guide me to his bed. That is where the restraints are and I am allowing him to use them on me in this way for the first time. His powerful hands turn me to face him and he lifts me up in his powerful arms. I love the feel of his flesh pressed to mine.

He places me on the bed and I allow him to bring my hands up without any hesitation. I smile up at his perfect face as his hands tighten the white velcro to prevent any movement from my secure wrists. His powerful hands pulls one of my legs back and soon the white velcro is pressed around my thigh and I know I am already in a very vulnerable state. My other leg is pulled back and I am completely at his mercy.

We thought about getting a blindfold to go with the restraints, but I want to be able to see his athletic body. I already know my bronzed body looks good with the restraints, since I have posed for him many times. This is the first time I have been bound for the purpose of sex and nervous about being unable to free myself.

He moves slowly between my legs and his massive dick is very hard and I know I am about to feel the fulness only he can bring. I feel the pleasure of his entry into my wet hole and reach out for him out of instinct. My hands are prevented from movement by the restraints and I secretly curse them while a moan escapes my lips.

As he brings me to the point of incredible fulness, his hands start to caress my small tits. I let out another moan as his fingers start to work their way to my dark nipples. They are very sensitive and he knows just how much I love the feel of his touch. He starts to move himself back and forth in a wonderful rhythm and his fingers finally reach that part of my body aching for him.

I want to run my fingers over my smooth pussy and pleasure my clit to maximize this moment, but these damned things prevent me from doing anything. This whole bondage thing was his idea and I wanted nothing to do with it at first, but I finally relented. I have never been able to say no to him for long and am quite content with his power over me.

His eyes close tight as he grunts and I know he is right at the edge. If it weren’t for these damned things, I would be as well. I have to settle for the wonderful sensation of feeling him release himself deep inside of my pussy. Each release sends waves of pleasure throughout my body and I am getting closer, but he will be finished before I am at the point I desire most right now.

He finishes with one last powerful thrust and collapses onto my body. My hands move to caress his mocha body, but I am reminded quickly of the impossibility of the situation. He is breathing deeply and I feel him start to soften inside of me. At least I have the pleasure of feeling what he gave me buried deep to remind me of a fulness that is no longer there.

I can take no more of the damned things and say, “Alright, Jay, you’ve had your fun. Now release me.”

He smiles and says, “You look sexy as hell, Anne. I don’t know if I want to.”

I shake my wrists to emphasize my point, then say, canlı bahis şirketleri “Take them off now.”

He grins as his hands start to loosen the velcro and I feel my hands come free. My hands reach out to caress his powerful body, while my thighs are slowly released. Once I am free, I pull his head down and our lips meet in a very passionate kiss. I lose myself completely in him and my body weakens greatly.

I pull away and say, “I’m never letting you do that again. I hated it.”

He gives me a loving smile and says, “It was worth a shot. I’m fine with you never being bound again.”

I say, “I love you, Jay.”

He says, “I love you, Anne.”

A thought comes to my mind and I speak without thinking, “Do you know who we should use these on?”

He shakes his head and says, “No idea.”

I get a wicked grin on my face and say, “That racist mother of yours.”

He shakes his head and is a little shocked, then asks, “What?”

I say, “We should use the straps on your mother. You know, the one who sleeps on virgin white sheets to help her dream of crushing crackers. The woman who hates me because my last name is Lopez.”

He shakes his head and says, “She doesn’t hate you, Anne.”

I nod and say, “Yes she does and you know it. She keeps telling you to dump me and get a black girlfriend. The darker the better, right?”

He says, “I know my mom can be rude…”

I cut him off, “She can be mean and vindictive. If I were white, I think she would have found a way to kill me. Imagine putting white bondage gear and your mother.”

He shrugs his shoulders and says, “I’m not saying your wrong, but that might kill her.”

I say, “No it won’t. She’s too evil to die that easily. What do you say?”

He nods and says, “Fine. You win, Anne. Let’s do it.”

I grin and say, “Good, Jay. Untie the bondage stuff and I’ll grab some other things.”

He has a slightly worried look on his face and asks, “What things?”

I smile and say, “Like the anal lube you are dying to try.”

He grins and says, “You want to try it in her bedroom. I know she’s a deep sleeper, but that might be too loud, even for her.”

I get an evil grin and say, “I was thinking of you and your mom.”

There is a shocked look that crosses his face and he asks, “You want me to do what with my mom?”

My grin widens as I say, “I want you to fuck her in the ass.”

He shakes his head and says, “That is wrong in so many ways.”

I ask, “Why, Jay, because she’s your mom?”

He nods and says, “Yes, for starters. Also, I don’t want to be with anyone else.”

I smile reassuringly and say, “She’s been a pain in your ass for years. Trying to fill your head with all that racist shit. It’s time to return the favor. She needs to learn a lesson in civility and that’s a surefire way to do it. As far as not wanting to be with anyone else, I appreciate it. Hell, Jay, I love you. I want you to do this for me.”

He takes a moment to think, then says, “I do want to try anal. Tell you what, I’ll fuck her ass, if you have her eat your pussy.”

He starts to releasing the gear from the bed and I know he is far too excited about the plan to back down. I grab a good pair of scissors and my phone, which takes amazing pictures and video. Jay is still working on releasing the bondage gear and I grab the anal lube. We have never used it, but I know it is just a matter of time before I give in on that.

Our naked bodies cross the hall with no fear of waking her. She sleeps too deeply to be awoken easily by anything. We should be able to tie her up without interrupting her slumber. I set the scissors and lube on the bed next to her body and he gives me a questioning look. She is wearing a black power shirt that conceals her tits and hides whatever is between her legs.

We slowly move her hands above her head and the feeling of the restraints goes unnoticed. Both of her hands are secure and it no longer matters if she wakes. Not that I want that just yet, since I want her legs held back as well. We are very careful as we secure her thighs one at a time and I take a picture of the white restraints, which stand out wonderfully against her coal colored flesh.

I turn on the light and enjoy the view of the white pressed against her dark skin. I set my phone down and lube down next to her body, then use the scissors to cut away her shirt and reveal her black panties. I continue to work my way up while Jay watches in silent pleasure. Her tits are soon revealed to us and I smile at the ugliness before me.

They canlı kaçak iddaa are considerably larger than mine, but I have long since stopped being jealous of women like this. Her black nipples are almost concealed against her dark, wrinkled flesh. My hands reach out to softly caress the wrinkles and Jay’s hands do the same. My eyes moved down her body and I just love seeing the virgin, white beneath her dark flesh.

I whisper, “Glad mine are never going to be this ugly.”

He whispers back, “Just another reason to love yours even more.”

The scissors cut away the black panties and I smile at the pink clearly standing out between the dark flesh. Her asshole is camouflaged well against her skin and I see his finger slightly touch the center. There is no sign of waking yet, so I carefully spread her lips to reveal her very dry hole.

I whisper, “I can’t wait to see your dick in her asshole.”

He smiles as he continues to stare and his dick is starting to harden again. I nod to let him know it is time to wake her and move so my hand is able to slap her face. She mutters something, but is otherwise oblivious to my actions. Jay is no longer touching her asshole, but his eyes are fixed firmly between her legs. I slap her harder and she finally comes to with hate in her eyes. She tries to slap me back, but the restraints prevent her from taking any action.

She snaps, “What the fuck are you doing?”

She tries to slap me again and has the same result. Her eyes are starting to focus on other things and she looks at the white restraints with daggers. Her eyes move away and she realizes they are not alone and her son is staring at a spot he should never desire to see. A chill must have hit her body, because she finally looks down at herself.

She looks into his eyes and asks, “Jay, what the fuck? Why are you letting this fucking whore do this to me? Let me go, son.”

He shakes his head and says, “Not going to happen. You have to learn to be nice to people.”

She shakes her head and says, “I don’t have to do shit. Let me go!”

I take another picture to add to the growing collection and turn it around to show her. Her eyes get wider with each one and anger is threatening to spill over. She pulls at the straps with all her might, but there is no freedom to be found.

I look her in the eyes and say, “I’m going to send these to everyone you know.”

Her eyes grow wide for a different reason and says, “You wouldn’t dare!”

I smile and say, “I’ll do it, you evil bitch. Unless you do something for me.”

She gets a nervous look on her dark face and asks, “What?”

I look her in the eyes and say, “If you don’t want these sent, you have to eat my pussy.”

She shakes her head and says, “You’re not putting that nasty cunt anywhere near me.”

I smile and say, “Yes I am. I’m also going to record you doing it. Do you know why?”

She shakes her head in defiance and says, “It isn’t going to happen.”

I get onto the bed and spread my legs over her face and say, “Yes it is. There is no way you are going to risk your friends ever finding out that your eating out a Mexican pussy. You will be ostracized by everyone you know.”

The look is all I need and I start to record as I lower myself down the rest of the way. At first her tongue refuses to cooperate, but I force my pussy down on her face to prove my point. I feel her start to fight for air and pull myself up smile as her tongue starts to do what I want it to do.

I hold the phone in place while I look into her hate filled eyes and say, “That’s it. Eat my Mexican pussy.”

I start to grind myself on her face and lean back to get a better image of her work. I can feel myself starting to drip onto her dark flesh and moan at the pleasure racing through my body. I don’t want to reach the edge just yet and sit up to prevent this from happening.

I smile and say, “Your son just fucked me good and I know you can taste his cum dripping out of my pussy. Do you like your son’s cum?”

She starts to shake her head and I press my pussy down hard. Her hands try to fight, but there is nothing she can do to stop me from smothering her. I pull back and she starts to take deep breaths.

My smile widens as I ask, “Do you like the taste of your son’s cum?”

She nods with tears in her eyes and I start to grind against her face once again. Now is the time for me to lose myself in the ecstatic state I was denied just a short time ago. I close my eyes and scream out as I release a flood onto her face and know she is getting plenty in her canlı kaçak bahis mouth. I squeeze the phone tight and have no idea what I am recoding, nor do I care. All that matters is my heightened state of pleasure she has brought me.

The incredible state passes after several floods released onto her and I am tempted to allow myself to collapse. I fight the urge to rest my body and am not ready to stop playing with her just yet. I focus the phone on her face as I pull myself off of her and get a closeup of her glistening skin.

She has tears in her eyes as she begs, “Please let me go.”

I shake my head and say, “No. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson.”

She nods her head vigorously and says, “I have. I promise. I swear I’ve changed. Please let me go.”

I turn to my boyfriend and say, “I think you should be in the video with us. Place your head next to your mother’s, so she can’t pretend it is anyone else.”

She cries out, “Please don’t.”

Jay lays his mocha face next to hers and smiles as I get them both on video. I make sure I get his very hard erection and hand him the phone. I open the anal lube and start to apply a generous portion to his shaft. I have no fear of quick release from my hands, since he did finish not too long ago.

Once ready, I set the lube to the side and say, “You’ve been a pain in the ass since I met you. Time to return the favor.”

She cries out, “No, Jay. You can’t do this. I’m your mother. Please let me go. I’m sorry.”

I spread my legs over her face so my ass is in clear view of her eyes. My hands reach out to guide him to her asshole and my pussy covers her mouth. She sends a muffled plea and I love the sensation it sends through my body. His hands are holding the phone to ensure nothing is missed in this video.

He presses his massive dick inside of her and she screams out from the pain. She tries to fight against the restraints, but there is nothing she can do to stop this from happening. I grab his ass and pull him all the way inside of her and he lets out a moan to coincide with the muffled scream.

I look up at him and say, “Fuck your mother’s ass. Fuck her hard, Jay.”

His dick starts to move quickly and I can see her asshole pull out a little each time he withdraws. Her muffled screams continue to send shockwaves of pleasure through my body. I am amazed at the ferocity of his action and know he is acting on all of his pent up anger towards her.

I stare into his wonderful brown eyes and say, “That’s it, Jay. Keep fucking her hard. Pound her ass for me.”

My hands move to her pussy and I spread her lips to reveal a dry hole. My fingers press inside with ease from the slickness of the lube and I pull her open to reveal the pink hidden deep within her. The screams get more intense and I am on the verge of losing myself again. I start to grind against her face and Jay lets out a very familiar sound.

Somehow he manages to maintain his hold on the phone and capture the moment of his release. I scream out as my body fills with a whole new pleasure and am giving her another good coating on her flesh. My fingers squeeze tightly on her lips and she gags on my powerful release. Between each wave, he pulls back a little and hammers her very hard and his groans create a special symphony of the three of us.

Finally spent, my fingers release her pink hole and his dick slowly withdraws from her asshole. Some of his release follows and lands perfectly on her tight hole. I fall forward and feel her tits press against my body and smile at the sensation of her flesh touching mine. I lay there for a short time, but know it is time to release her.

I look into her eyes, which are now filled with fear, and ask, “If we release you, will you be good?”

She nods and says, “Yes. I promise.”

Jay puts the phone down and starts to release her wrists first. We are looking for any sign of a fight, but there is none. Her thighs are released and she is able to straighten her legs for the first time in quite a while. She makes no attempt to cover up out of fear of punishment and we both smile at her subservient state.

I have a very serious look on my face as I say, “If you continue to spout your racist crap around either of us, you will not like the result. Just remember, we can restrain you any time we choose and do as we wish. Understood?”

I smile and say, “Good. We’re keeping the pictures and the video, so don’t think you can find some way out of this.”

Her eyes still have a great deal of fear as she says, “I understand.”

We leave her and return to his room with the feeling of our shared ecstatic state. My mind is filled with the wonderful possibilities before us. She will do whatever we desire and I have no doubt the desire for her will come shortly.

The End

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It’s not like Andrea had never had a job like this before. She was a waitress during high school, in her early marriage before Mike Jr. was born and then a bit after he was in his teens. The fact that this was more of a function venue than a restaurant was new to her but she knew she could handle it.

Plus, they needed the money and there wasn’t much to do at home. Mike Jr. was old enough to be going out with his friends, working part time and going to school (college in the fall) and her husband, Mike, was always doing his own thing. Monday night football, Thursday night football, Sunday football, ATV’ing with his friends on the weekends. Andrea found herself sitting at home alone more often than not. So a job not only provided her with some extra money but also got her out of the house.

It was also in the back of her mind that, sooner or later, she would be on her own. She had thought there had been some infidelity in her marriage. She never had proof but that nagging feeling never left her. So, if and when that time came, she would have some money to fall back on.

The club manager went over the paperwork with her and reviewed the schedule. Usually Friday nights, Saturday and Sunday afternoons and/or nights, depending on the functions they had lined up. She was handed her “uniforms” (slacks and white blouses) and followed the manager to the locker room where the manager introduced her to the team.

Gloria was the team leader. A middle-aged black woman, Gloria looked like she could take care of herself but when she shook Andrea’s hand she did so with a gentle touch. She then met Maria, a small Hispanic woman in her 20’s who seems shy and reserved. Janet was in her 30’s, smiled warmly and welcomed Andrea to the team.

She then was introduced to Stix. Actually her name was Mary but no one called her Mary. Stix had been a drummer in a rock band for a while and that’s where her nickname came from. She was late 30’s like Andrea, slim, black hair and eyes that lit up when she smiled. Andrea grabbed a locker next to Stix and got ready.

“Welcome to the team,” Stix said while they got dressed. “Let me explain something. We’re all a team here. We watch out for each other. If someone needs help on the floor, we jump in. If you see someone needs help, jump in to help her. We work hard and get the job done and it will pay off in tips. Sometimes we get nothing, sometimes we get good tips. But since we work well together, we get the best assignments. And it pays off.”

Andrea nodded. She told Stix she felt she was a team player and Stix smiled at her.

When she finished dressing Andrea asked if she should head out to the floor.

“No until the fat lady sings,” Stix answered.

“I heard that,” Gloria responded.

A few minutes later Andrea heard singing. It was Gloria quietly singing a gospel song. Maria and Janet were listening intently and the locker room was quiet. When she was finished Gloria looked up and said “Let’s go ladies,” Stix turned to Andrea.

“The fat lady has sung.”

“I heard that,” Gloria said over her shoulder.

The rest of the night was a blur. Everyone worked like a team, moving in circles, delivering food, clearing tables and making everything right. Gloria worked hard as well as supervising. When Maria seems to have some issue with a guest, Gloria was there is a heartbeat, removed the gentleman’s plate and had another plate out within 30 seconds. Meantime, Maria didn’t miss a beat. And then they were done.

They all ended up in the locker room, exhausted but happy they had a good shift. The manager walked in and asked them to meet at the bar when they were ready and Andrea turned to Stix.

“Are we in trouble?” she asked.

Stix just smiled. “No way. We’re the best team she has.”

Andrea couldn’t help notice that when Stix removed her blouse she had plenty of tattoos. She hadn’t notice before since Stix was already dressed when she first arrived. She could also tell through the sheer fabric of her bra her nipples were pierced. She wondered what that was like, the pain of a needle going through your nipple. She guessed that Stix could take it since she proceeded to put a number of rings in her ears and lip. She turned to Andrea and smiled.

What was it about Stix’s smile? Her face lit up when she smiled. Her eyes sparkled. She was cute and hard at the same time. Stix rested her hand on Andrea’s arm.

“C’mon. We’re wanted upstairs.”

With that all of them headed upstairs and grabbed some chairs near the bar. The manager walked over and addressed them.

“Good job, ladies,” she started. “The father of the bride wanted you to have this.” and she handed each an envelope. “He also said the bar is still open until you’re ready to leave.”

The team all nodded and opened the envelopes. In each was five $20 bills. The girls tucked the envelopes in their pocketbooks or pockets, grabbed their favorite drinks from the bartender and sat back down.

“Really?” Andrea said, turning to Stix. “We get tips?”

“Yeah,” Stix responded. That’s why I said we work like a team. Sometimes we get nothing, sometimes we do all right. Sometimes you do VERY well. We had a biotech guy who held illegal bahis a party here who had just sold some miracle drug. Cured baldness or he common cold or something. Each of our envelopes contained ten $100 bills.”

“You all got a $1,000 tip?” Andrea asked incredulously.

“Yep,” Stix replied. She lifted her glass towards the rest of the girls and said “To the biotech guy.” They all lifted their glasses.

“BIOTECH GUY,” they yelled.

Even though it was clear Gloria was the team leader, you could tell Stix was the ringleader.

“Maria,” she called out. “How is your boyfriend doing? What’s his name? Rooster, right?”

Everyone chuckled. It was a running joke.

“Raoul,” Maria replied.

“Right. Rooster,” Stix shot back. “How is he?”

“He’s fine,” Maria answered, and then added “He got that promotion. We’re going house hunting this week.”

Everyone seemed pleased. Janet patted Maria’s back and Stix raised her glass.

“To Maria and Rooster.”

“MARIA AND ROOSTER!” everyone called out in the toast.

“Gloria,” Stix continued. “Any news?”

Gloria had a big smile and replied “I’m happy to say that the First Baptist Choir has been invited to the state capital for the Thanksgiving ceremony.”

Of course Stix raised her glass. “To the First Baptist Church,” she called out.

“FIRST BAPTIST CHURCH!” was everyone’s reply back.

Gloria looked over at Andrea. “What’s your story, Andrea?”

“Nothing much,” Andrea replied. “Married, one kid, house, could use some extra money so here I am.”

“Child,” Gloria replied, “that’s pretty vanilla.”

Stix raised her glass again. “To Miss Vanilla.”

“MISS VANILLA!” was the response from everyone followed by a good laugh.

Stix turned to Andrea and put her hand on Andrea’s arm. “We’re like family here. We all care for each other. No one takes themselves too seriously. You OK with that?”

Andrea nodded. “I like you guys.”

Stix smiled that smile at Andrea.

“I like you, too,” Stix replied.

What was it about that smile, Andrea wondered to herself. It was so warm and friendly. She thought it was the kind of smile that when you came home from a long day at work it was the first thing you wanted to see. Something that made the day go away and made you happy to be home. God knows she had not seen that at home in a long time and she started looking forward to seeing Stix just for that smile.

“So what’s your story?” she asked Stix.

“My story? I help run a store called Canalside. It what we call an ‘alternative clothing’ store. Hard to explain. You’ll have to come visit it someday.”

“Really? Do you sell stuff I’d like to wear?”

Maria and Janet almost fell off their chairs with laughter. Gloria stared them down.

“Hush ladies,” she said sternly. Janet and Maria quickly obeyed.

“Well,” Stix replied, “I guess you’d just have to make that call yourself.”

After another few minutes everyone decided they had enough and it was time to go home. Stix offered Andrea a ride but Andrea had her own car. Maria said goodnight and Stix called out “Say hi to Rooster for us!” Maria said she would and walked out the door.

The drive home wasn’t that long for Andrea. She liked the job, she liked the people but she really liked Stix. Stix was so extroverted, so uncaring what people thought of her but seemed so caring for others. Andrea couldn’t help but notice that while Stix was friendly with all of them, she seemed more touchy-feely with Andrea including giving her a good-bye hug that included a little rub of the back. As strange as Andrea thought this all might have been, she recalled that no one had touched her affectionately like that in years and she wasn’t going to complain about it.

Weeks went by and the friendship between Andrea and Stix grew. They were texting off and on during the week and hung out at work. Stix seemed to never miss a chance to hug Andrea or hold her hand when she was making a point while talking to her. Andrea, on her part, didn’t mind the closeness. It had been a long time since Mike showed any intimate attention other than coming home from watching sports with his friends, mounting her and getting himself off.

One Tuesday Andrea had an appointment in town and she realized that Stix’s store, Canalside, was actually only three blocks away from where she was. It might be a nice surprise to drop in and see Stix somewhere other than the function hall so she finished what she was doing and walked over to Canalside. As she opened the door to the store a little chime rang and she saw Stix look up from behind the counter. A big grin spread across her face and she came running towards Andrea.

“What a nice surprise!” she yelled and grabbed Andrea in a big hug. “Did you come to do some shopping?”

“Maybe,” Andrea replied. “I also thought it would be nice to see you.”

Stix gave her another big hug.

“Let me show you around.”

Stix walked her down the first aisle and Andrea was a bit confused. It was full of leather goods… harnesses, chaps, corsets.

“Who wears these things?” Andrea asked

“A lot of people are into leather,” Stix replied. “But illegal bahis siteleri they’re not for everyone.”

Further down they reached a lingerie section.

“Oh my,” Andrea gasped as she held up a black lace ensemble. “If Mike saw me in something like this he’d never leave me alone.”

“That’s the whole idea,” Stix replied. “Want to take one home?”

“No thanks.”

They walked around the corner and reached the “toy” section. Again, Andrea was amazed.

“Who would buy something like this?” she asked. She was holding up a box with a penis shaped dildo in it and a suction cup base.

“Some people like to play with things like this,” Stix answered. It appeared that Andrea thought about it, the possibilities, then handed it back to Stix.

“How about this, Andrea?” Stix was holding a harness with another dildo sticking out of it. It had leather straps and the dildo itself was pink, ridged and bumpy. She did a quick calculation and determined it was thicker than Mike’s penis.

“What is that?” she asked.

“Mr. Pink. Here. Try it on,” Stix took the harness and let Andrea step into it and then slid it up her legs. Her hands slid across Andrea’s thighs and she snugged it around her waist, then dropped the hem of her dress. The dildo tented the front of her dress obscenely.

“People would go crazy seeing that on you,” Stix said as she stared at the protruding dildo.

“Why?”

“Why?” Stix replied. “Both men and women love seeing an attractive woman who could fuck them.”

“You mean…? How would…? Why?”

“Never mind,” Stix answered. Let me help you take it off.

“I guess it’s not my style,” is all Andrea could say and she took the harness and dildo off and handed it back to Andrea.

Stix showed Andrea around the store a bit more until they came to a rack of clothes.

“You have to try this one,” Stix said as she held a small red dress up against Andrea. This looks like it would fit you.

“It’s more like a jersey than a dress,” Andrea protested as Stix pushed her towards the dressing room.

“And while you’re in there, put these on.” Stix handed Andrea a box of footwear and gave her one more push into the dressing room. She then stood patiently while Andrea got dressed. It was a slow day with no customers so she had plenty of time to kill. A few minutes later Andrea walked out wearing the red dress and thigh-high lace-up boots. The dress was a strapless shelf top number, tight from her breasts down to her upper thigh.

“No. No. No.” Stix said as she looked at her. “Come here.” Andrea walked over and Stix spun her around. “You can’t be wearing this,” she said and unhooked Andrea’s bra.

“STIX!” Andrea protested but she was ignored. Stix pulled Andrea’s bra off and then reached into the shelf top and adjusted Andrea’s breasts inside the dress cups. Andrea was caught off-guard by the move since Stix was the only other person other than Mike (and her gynecologist) to touch her breasts. Not that she minded.

“And those,” Stix said pointing to the obvious panty line under the dress. “Those have to come off, too.” Stix didn’t make a move so Andrea reached under the dress and slid her panties down over the boots and off one foot and then the other. Stix retrieved them from the floor and put them on the counter next to Andrea’s bra. She then smoothed the dress, first along the sides, then down Andrea’s back and over her butt and finally over her thighs. She then stood behind her with her head next to Andrea’s.

“You look so hot,” she whispered in Andrea’s ear. “If Mike saw you in this you’d drive him crazy. You could drive ANYONE crazy wearing this.”

Andrea had to agree. It was a lot shorter than any dress she had ever worn and the patch of skin between the top of her boots and the hem of the dress just added to the sexiness of the outfit. It was tight, accented her curves and lifted her breasts so she had a nice cleavage and roundness.

“I’ll ring it up for you and give you my discount if you want it,” Stix suggested. Andrea paused for a bit, looking in the mirror, but declined.

“I don’t think so,” There was sadness in her voice.

Just then the door chime rang and a customer walked in. Stix just said “OK”, steered Andrea towards the dressing room and went to deal with the customer. Andrea took the boots and dress off and just looked at them. There was probably a time when dressing like that would have been fun, would have been to make her date or husband feel good to be with her. But those days seem to have vanished. She went to get dressed but realized that her bra and panties were out with Stix somewhere. She threw her dress on and came out as Stix was walking back.

“I need my underwear,” she said to Stix.

“You mean these?” Stix said, holding her bra and panties. You can’t have them.”

“Stix, I need to get dressed.”

Stix smiled and took the bra, bunched it up and slid it into her waist and down into her jeans.

“STIX!” Andrea pleaded. Stix just looked at her, held her panties up next to her face, smiled and then slid them into her jeans with the bra.

“C’mon Stix. All I have is this dress and nothing underneath.”

Stix smiled. canlı bahis siteleri “C’mon, Miss Vanilla, be daring for once in your life.”

Just then the door chimed again and another customer walked in. Stix grabbed Andrea by the arm and lead her to the door.

“Thanks for coming in today,” she said loud enough for the customer to hear. “I hope you found what you were looking for.”

“Stix, no!” Andrea protested quietly.

“Hope you come in again real soon,” replied Stix and she gently shoved Andrea out the door with a smile. Andrea looked back with feigned anger on her face. Stix just gave her a smile and a cute wave good-bye.

Andrea smiled back, but quickly realized she was standing on the street with no underwear on. Her dress was light, not sheer, but kind of short. She was sure a gust of wind would show everyone she wasn’t wearing anything underneath her dress. She started walking up the street as fast as she could. The faster she walked the more her breasts swayed, unencumbered by her now-missing bra. She was sure everyone who walked by could see her breasts through her dress. And she tugged at her hem to keep her dress from blowing up too much.

About a block into her walk she got a strange feeling. She was getting aroused. The thought of her being naked under the dress, people possibly knowing that, and the fabric of her dress rubbing against her now-erect nipples just exasperated the situation. She could feel her labia start to moisten and her clit harden and throb for attention. She was sure that every guy she walked by would know she was in heat, aroused and needing sexual satisfaction.

She walked as fast as she could, up the stairs to the third floor of the parking garage. The place had a few cars in it but no one was around. She hurried to her car, unlocked it and climbed into the driver’s seat, slamming the door behind her. She had made it. Without thinking she put her hand between her legs and slipped a finger between the lips of her labia. She was wet. She moved her finger up and brought the moisture up to her clitoris, then back down to her labia. She repeated this until her clitoris was as wet as her labia. She then started massaging her clitoris in a circular motion, her go-to method of masturbating. Not that Andrea masturbated a lot. Sometimes she’d get turned on after Mike had sex with her and, when he finished, he rolled over and fell asleep. At those times she would rub herself and give herself an orgasm quietly so Mike wouldn’t wake up (or know what she did). Sometimes she would just feel in the mood and do it when no one was around. But at the most she touched herself maybe twice a month, always in the privacy of her own bedroom.

But it was different now. There was a sense of need, a sense of arousal that she had never felt before. She continued touching herself but she just could not seem to relieve that urge… she couldn’t get herself off. She moved her hand faster, in tighter circles, lighter pressure, more pressure… it just wasn’t happening. It wasn’t that she didn’t want to have an orgasm. She was almost begging herself for one. Her entire body tingled. The fabric of her dress slid across her breasts just driving her harder to orgasm. But nothing.

She was so desperate that she went to her stand-by fantasy… the young mailman. Ruggedly handsome, tanned, powerful legs from all the walking he does. She pictured him standing behind her and holding her against the wall, his muscular legs thrusting his hips forward and plunging his penis into her. His hands caressing her breasts as he pumped in and out of her. This always got her off, but… nothing. She concentrated on that scene, getting closer and closer to the orgasm she craved but just could not get there. Then a picture popped into her head. It was Stix, standing there, smiling with a mischievous twinkle in her eye holding with Andrea’s panties dangling from one finger. That did it.

Andrea felt the initial warmth of her orgasm building, spreading from her insides down to her knees and up to her breasts. Every inch of the surface of her skin tingled and then the wave hit her. Her body convulsed with orgasm after orgasm. Her legs slammed shut, her body bent not in pain but in the uncontrolled pleasure that only a sexual orgasm can do to you. She felt like her head was going to explode from the pressure of the blood now pulsing through her veins, keeping time with each successive spasm of her vagina. She moaned loudly and tears welled up in her eyes. She had never experienced sexual pleasure like this before.

After a few minutes she slowly came out of the post -orgasm haze. She was bent forward, her head resting on the steering wheel of the car. She slowly straightened up and looked around. There was no one around, thank God. She looked down and saw her hand was still between her legs and, when she pulled her dress back, she saw that she had inserted her two middle fingers deep inside her vagina. She hadn’t realized she had done this. In fact, she had never done that in the past but here she was… knuckle deep inside herself. She slowly pulled her fingers out. They glistened with moisture and a string of her own juices hung between her finger tips and labia. It was then she realized that the bottom of her dress was soaked. She grabbed some napkins from the center console and wiped herself as best as she could and then, looking around one more time, started the car and started driving home.

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SS27: “And The Truth Shall Set You Free”

***

Here then’d be SS

7—the latter of “Step-Mommie Dearest”‘s two-part sequel (i.e., “Step-Mommie Dearest” Chapter 3, trying not to confuse anyone)—the actual erotic portion. Chapter 2 of this story (SS

6), the non-erotic part, was of course “A Date With Fate.” If you haven’t read that yet, you may wish to do so before this, as it won’t make a ton of sense otherwise!

***

September 30th, 8:45 a.m.

The sun peeked up over the city’s autumn, giving birth to another perfectly glorious Saturday. A gentle, soothing rain had fallen the night before, refreshing the atmosphere and sprinkling nature with a well-needed rinse. Weekend laborers headed to work, and all other travelers trolleyed about in pursuit of errands and personal leisure activities. One more unusually usual day.

All three members of the Townsend household were taking it easy. William had another physician covering for him at Mercy, Gretchen only worked part-time at her matchmaking office on weekdays, and Jessie of course was unemployed. This morning they were sitting around the dining room table in their robes and p.j.s, each with a cup of coffee and a section of the paper.

“So, Jess! Any plans for today, babe?” her Dad asked her.

Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, Annabella, plans for today… “Huh? Oh, plans?” she repeated, emerging from her romantic reverie. “Oh, gee, I dunno, I thought maybe I might take Annabella out, do something with her…”

“Aw, I so enjoyed meeting her the other night, Jessica,” Gretchen said with a smile. “What a lovely person.”

“Oh, the girl was an absolute treasure,” William agreed. “So sweet, and polite, and demure, and considerate…she was just darling! Jess, you found yourself an angel on Earth. I’m so happy for you.”

“Thanks, Dad…thanks, Gretch.”

“Hey, y’know, the two of us were going to go do something today,” continued William, gesturing to himself and Gretchen. “Maybe we could make it a double date?”

Didn’t we kinda just do that Thursday?

“Hm, maybe,” Jessie considered. “We’ll see.”

***

September 30th, 11:53 a.m.

Jessie was still relaxing at home. William and Gretchen had prettied themselves up and were about to step out the door. Jessie would rather be alone with Annabella than have another date chaperoned by her parents, but as the three of them had been getting along so well together recently, she decided to keep that information to herself and just let them have fun on their own date.

Besides, there was something else she wanted to do today in addition to hanging out with her sweetie. In another tactful omission, she chose to not tell her Dad and Gretchen about this, as it would have made everything awkward.

Some things are better left unsaid, she thought as she slipped into her bedroom, locked the door and undressed.

She would love to do this with Annabella on the phone (or in person (or via a video-chatting program)), as the sound of her beautiful, lively voice had become a major turn-on in the last month, but she didn’t think Annabella was ready to do anything quite this intimate with her, which she respected. She was afraid if she tried to make things go too fast, she might scare her off, or worse. She almost kind of wished she wasn’t so lit up by the girl, but at the same time, she was pretty sure this was going to be fun.

She laid a towel over her chair and sat at her computer naked. She could barely keep from fondling herself right away as she went online and brought up some images Annabella had E-mailed her of herself. She had sent them back in August, when they hadn’t yet met in person and were only chatting on the Internet. She found several pictures she very much liked and opened them in separate windows. She toggled back and forth between them until she selected one with which to begin.

She tilted her head back and closed her eyes. Imagining her fingertips were Annabella’s, she touched them to her chin and stroked them down her neck to her torso. She exhaled as her lips curved into a smile. She let her eyes open back up and refocus on the picture of Annabella on her screen.

“Hi there,” she seductively said to the computer.

“Ciao, cara mia,” she imagined Annabella saying back to her. She blurred her vision in order to more effectively perform this pretense. Her smile grew.

Her right fingers and palm smoothed down between her breasts to her belly, as she removed her left hand from the keyboard and once again pretending it was Annabella’s, began caressing her own face with it.

She closed her eyes again and gave a quivering breath. “Annabella…honey…” she adoringly gasped, “Tell me your fantasies.”

“Hm, that’s an intriguing request,” she imagined Annabella responding. “Sexual or non-sexual?”

“All of them,” she purred back to the computer. “I want to canlı bahis şirketleri know everything.”

Of course, she wasn’t abreast of Annabella’s fantasies, as their relationship had not yet progressed to this point, but she still wouldn’t object to simply knowing. Whether she chose to act on this knowledge she’d figure out later. What she could do in the meantime was take her own fantasies, coupled with what she knew about Annabella thus far, and see what her mind could concoct.

However, what Jessie also didn’t know at this immediate moment was that since she had met and started dating Annabella, her own fantasies had dramatically changed.

The August Jessie was set in dominatrix mode, focused on becoming a Mistress and making her girl(s) her slave(s), after having had her devilish way with her step-mother and discovering this craving within herself, this hunger for control and sexual power. At the time she didn’t feel bad about having done what she did to Gretchen, as she felt Gretchen deserved it.

Gretchen, for her own part, had actually moved on from the incident. She wouldn’t exactly say she had gotten over it, as she questioned the possibility of one ever being able to get over such an occurrence, per se, but she did have a lot of years behind her. She had seen and been through some major stuff in her life. And while none of it quite compared in intensity with being raped by her step-daughter, she saw no choices she had other than to get on with things. She wanted more than anything for this marriage with William to be successful. And what Jessie had done to her was in the past, she reasoned. She couldn’t change it. And so she did her best to put it behind her. And she and William began having conversations to edify her about the ins and outs of homosexuality. She might never personally understand it, but she at least felt she had reached the point where she could accept and love Jessie and be comfortable with who she was. And not have to pray for God to “fix” her.

The best course of action for Gretchen regarding the rape was to rid her mind of the memory, if only temporarily. Easier said than done, but time healed everything. And she determined her other goal was to treat Jessie with love and respect, and not cheese her off again. But what neither Gretchen nor Jessie actually knew was, in as short a time as a single month and a half later, unbeknownst to either of them, the September Jessie had transformed into an almost entirely separate person from her August counterpart.

Annabella Fiorello came into Jessie’s life and embraced her heart, shrouding her in an aura of wholesomeness, benevolence and childlike wonder. She was, as she claimed, essentially a big kid, a characteristic which the August Jessie would have used against her in a domme-like fantasy, to easily torment her and violate her like the naughty little girl she was, thereby making her squeal and cry for mercy. A month ago, capturing such a sweet, beatific creature and robbing her of her innocence would have tantalized Jessie like crazy and lit her libido on fire. This month, however, was a different story.

Once Annabella took Jessie under her angel wings and enchanted her with her charms just by being herself, Jessie’s outlook on things began to alter. More accurately, to revert. At this point in her life, Jessie hadn’t been met with a ton of disappointment or heartbreak, but the abandonment three years before did give her a bitter taste of life’s angst. Constant disapproval from others of her early-discovered homosexuality didn’t help either, and she’d also been met with her share of second-hand anguish on behalf of tough times her friends and loved ones went through. Despite the narrow-minded societal environment surrounding her, Jessie had a decent amount of friends and tended to make new ones easily, and one of her best techniques was sympathizing with their problems.

And so as a result of these first- and second-hand let-downs she’d encountered, she eventually tended, as most adults do, to turn somewhat jaded and jaundiced. She didn’t mean to; it happened slowly over time, but suddenly as well. Ten years ago she was as optimistic and carefree and happy-go-lucky as Annabella. Upon entering her 20s she became a bit cynical, now with some evidence that no one’s life, not even hers, was all roses and champagne. She hadn’t become a total pessimist, but she wasn’t exactly jumping with joy at the simplicity of each newly dawning day either. She took things as they came, and expected no miracles.

But then came Annabella.

Annabella Serafina Fiorello…even her name gave off this reflection of youthful joviality and suited her to a tee. Annabella puzzled Jessie. She seemed to have grown up half-orphaned, with a widowed father, and must have had her other misfortunes here and there, but yet somehow remained nondepletably, idealistically hopeful and confident that things would turn out just beautifully, and that life was a gift. It was difficult canlı kaçak iddaa for Jessie to discern how Annabella could be just as cheerful as ever day after day when she was still human, and certainly life was as challenging for her as for anyone else.

On the other hand, Jessie thought, Maybe she’s just better at handling these things than a lot of us are. Maybe it’s that simple.

Furthermore—again, without even trying—Annabella surpassed impressing Jessie with her inexhaustible energy and girlish cheer, and went so far as to affect Jessie in a way that Jessie wished she could be more like Annabella. Her fascination with this girl’s lovely demeanor and personality was just such. After dating for a couple of weeks, Jessie’s cynicism slowly began to ebb and erode back away, as Annabella’s untarnished goodness touched her and filled her veins.

But Jessie had unearthed none of this about herself just yet. To the extent of her knowledge, nothing had changed, except for the fact that she had met and fallen in love with a cherub whom she also thought she might like to emulate. She again blurred her eyes and pretended Annabella was talking to her.

“I want to row up and down the streets of Venice with you in a gondola,” she heard Annabella’s voice whisper to her.

“That sounds nice…” she softly replied. Her eyes closed as she smiled, massaging her torso just below the neck with her left hand and rubbing her inner thigh with her right. “What else?”

“I want to make love to you on a flying carpet ride around the world.”

“Hee hee…okay, Jasmine,” she giggled, her body warming up as she pictured Annabella’s nude body. This sounded like a lot of fun, but a few things initially got in the way. Like Jessie’s fear of heights. Or the fact that it would become far too cold to even think about making love at that kind of altitude. Restraining herself down to the carpet should solve the first problem, but…that didn’t seem logical; Jessie was the domme…

Wasn’t she?

She took a moment to realize she had no idea whether Annabella was a domme or a sub. Her nature suggested sub all the way, but then again, Annabella never failed to surprise at veritably every turn. Not to mention how she’d pulverized her in their pillow fight.

Jessie found herself overanalyzing. She asked herself why she was nitpicking and scrutinizing the fantasies. There’s a reason they’re fantasies, she thought. Anything can happen in them. Don’t question them. Just play them out. And don’t focus on dumb real-life things like gravity or temperature. For God’s sake, Jessie, it’s not like it’s actually happening. Just focus on Annabella.

Oh, yes, she settled back in as her smile and body heat returned. Hold me, my beloved Annabella…kiss me.

She puckered, pretending to make out with her. She slowly opened her lips as she kissed Annabella’s imaginary lips and tongue, breathing in her heavenly perfume. She tasted delectable. Jessie wanted so much to reach out and touch Annabella’s body, but she rightfully convinced herself that while in fantasyland her hands should stick to herself. She could touch herself, after all; she couldn’t kiss her own lips.

And so she instead fantasized that Annabella too was touching herself, mirroring Jessie’s manual patterns. She imagined Annabella rubbing and groping while she in turn was watching her rub and grope. She was getting increasingly turned on. Her left hand at last began fondling herself about the breasts, as so did Annabella’s, and her right, pawing at her inner thigh, inched closer to her eager pussy. As it did so, her pussy communicated a message through her hand to her brain:

Well, it’s about time, lady!

Jessie hadn’t the time or inclination to think back and remember, but the last time she’d masturbated was while she was raping Gretchen back in August. She hadn’t made love to Annabella yet, and she certainly hadn’t made love with anyone else. Had she the desire to go back and examine this, she’d ask herself if it could be possible she’d had zero sexual activity or release in over a month and a half. But she had no such desire. The only desire she felt right now was self-explanatory.

Having not yet seen Annabella naked—but yet indeed in her underwear, which helped—she kept her eyes shut and mentally gave Annabella what she felt could pass for a “generic” enough and very pleasing pussy and breasts, given how the rest of her body looked. Now equipped with this image, she passed her right fingers over her (own) pussy and lightly pinched her nipples with her left.

Her fantasy-fueled passion doubly accelerated as she pictured Annabella grabbing and tweaking herself in unison. She didn’t even need the pic of Annabella on her computer screen anymore. She began a slow, comfortable rhythm of rubbing herself between the labia with her fingertip, as she positioned her left arm so that she could brush her left nipple with the inside of her elbow and play with the canlı kaçak bahis right digitally. Then after a few minutes she switched arms. The mental image of Annabella tickling herself and slipping her fingers inside her own pussy to masturbate for Jessie sent a huge rush through her and made her head roll back on her shoulders.

Her face flushed as she concentrated on all the wonderful things about Annabella she could summon to mind. Her smile, her hair, her clothes, her personality, her face, her lips, her voice…OH, especially that irresistible voice. Her body rewarded her with another surge of warm, wet arousal. She moaned into Annabella’s mouth, still imagining they were kissing and rubbing themselves.

“Baby…” she whispered.

“Honey bear…” she heard Annabella whisper back.

“I want you, my sweet,” she murmured.

“Dittos,” Annabella whispered back.

“I love you,” she mouthed.

“Ti amo,” mouthed Annabella.

Even though they’d only communicated this intimate exchange in her imagination, she giggled inside excitedly. It felt so delightful to be loved, and even more so to be able to honestly devote her love.

A couple of her fingers had found their way inside her. “Oh, fuck,” she whispered to herself before she remembered Annabella didn’t like bad words. Annabella tended to cover her ears when someone around cursed in her vicinity. Jessie stuck to moaning. She began penetrating her pussy with modest force, enough to splash herself with repeated small showers of pleasure, but not enough to overdo it. Eventually, the showers pieced themselves together into an impending wave approaching her. She was familiar enough with her body and sexual mechanics to know the waves would build and build until she met with the tsunami which would represent her supreme orgasm. She’d need only take her time.

“Oh, Annabella…my darling, Annabella…” she mouthed amidst the pretend-kiss, slowly enjoying her way through Annabella’s name. She tried to say it with just the elegance Annabella herself did. She adored her name…and everything else about her. She didn’t think she could find anything she didn’t like about the girl even if she tried.

The mere reminder that such an exquisite specimen had found her way into Jessie’s life made her pussy swell and leak. She smiled passionately as the warm glaze adhered to her fingers like honey. Oh, Annabella…sweetheart…may I taste your honey?

She giggled to herself as she imagined Annabella’s reaction to this. She’d be blushing up a storm and would probably be a little turned on, but she’d also feel the inclination to hide it. To make Jessie work for it, as it were.

And work for it she did. She went on probing and thrusting into herself repeatedly, working herself up further, further…here came the first wave…steadily on its way…it got closer, and closer, and closer…

…And broke ten feet in front of her.

…What?

She unexpectedly slowed back down. She didn’t understand. What’s going on? That shouldn’t have happened. The pleasure was fast on its way, and then inexplicably somehow…retreated. That was certainly at no point to play a part in the equation.

This had never transpired before. Jessie’d masturbated pretty regularly before August, though not every day. She might not have been the world’s most frequent masturbator, but she logically determined this fact alone should drive her more hungrily for it. She was at the top of her game, so to speak, with her manual action, and with no problem focusing attention, she’d been doing nothing but making invisible love to Annabella the entire time. She became a bit concerned. She hadn’t forgotten how to do this, had she?

Did I do something wrong? she asked her body.

Maybe she just needed to try again…she didn’t know why she thought if this didn’t work the first time it would the second time, but she didn’t want to just give up. Could it simply be that she wasn’t concentrating hard enough? She couldn’t figure how that was possible, but she was willing to give it another shot. One thing she did have was plenty of time on this day.

Okay, so that was…probably just an isolated incident, she decided. Yeah, that was it. She began again, this time taking a deep breath and giving her arms and legs a shake-down. Ah, that was better; she felt more relaxed. Now to get down to business.

Twenty minutes later, she failed again. She didn’t even get as far as she’d gotten the first time.

What the hell?? Again, what, is going on? I’ve done this dozens of times!

Now Jessie was getting worried. The beautiful picture of Annabella was still right there on the screen—she supposed she could have tried another picture, but spending more than half the time with her eyes closed, she had a feeling that wasn’t the problem. Any picture of Annabella should surely make her melt with desirous longing. Whatever was wrong, she was certain that wasn’t it. She still had plenty of time, however; it was worth a try. She brought a different image of her beloved up on the screen and started jilling off to it instead. She kept her eyes open, focusing on all Annabella’s fine features and played her brilliant voice in her mind.

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EVERYONE IN THIS STORY IS EIGHTEEN YEARS OR OLDER.

***

Rachel finds herself lusting after a particular woman at her new workplace, even though she didn’t know if the woman was into chicks or not. Connie and Rachel work in different departments, but the office is small enough that everybody knows one another.

It was lust at first sight for Rachel. Her manager took her around to meet everybody on her first day of work, and Rachel was instantly amazed by Connie’s beauty. Connie had a mop of silky-blond hair, sun-tanned skin, and smoldering blue eyes. Her breasts are not unusually large, but they are large enough to turn heads. Connie appeared bursting with a barely contained passion. Rachel hopes she might witness it’s unleashing one day.

Although Rachel is by no means in the closet, she doesn’t go around broadcasting her sexuality, especially on the job. Close friends and family think she is bi-sexual, but few people at work do. Rachel makes a point of befriending Connie, hoping against hope that Connie might be gay or bi-sexual, too. The first chance Rachel gets to learn more about Connie came a week later when Rachel purposely bumps into Connie in the company cafeteria. They chatted over lunch and found they are both single and have some common areas of interest. The primary common interest turns out to be shopping.

Rachel and Connie get along great and have lunch together nearly every day, and then they start meeting on the weekends for brunch and shopping trips. Rachel has no idea if Connie knows she is a bi-sexual woman; she never really asks about that part of Rachel’s life, and Rachel didn’t offer any hints. Nonetheless, their friendship seemed to grow more playful and flirtatious.

Rachel and Connie meet most Saturdays at the local mall, where they would browse the shops for the first few hours and then have lunch in the food court. After lunch, they go to a movie or browse the shops more. Rachel likes browsing Victoria’s Secret. Connie is basically a shy person but allows Rachel to talk her into trying on lingerie at Victoria’s Secret. Rachel picks a few scandalous bras and hustles Connie into a dressing room. Connie is shocked to learn the bras are for her to try on. She blushes but gives in to Rachel’s insistence that she try on a very revealing black lace bra. The bra holds her breasts firmly in place and is very comfortable.

Connie loves the look and feel of the bra encasing her breasts. Her primary concern is how prominently her hard nipples are on display through the sheer fabric. It embarrasses her yet excites her at the same time when she realizes that her exposed nipples capture Rachel’s attention. Rachel insists that Connie buy the matching panties. Connie draws the line at modeling the complete set for Rachel.

Some weeks later, during one of their private conversations in the brightly lit lunchroom, Connie tells Rachel that she is in a monogamous relationship with a man she’d been dating for years. However, she indicates it is not going well at that time, which gives Rachel hope. Rachel consoles her and assures her she is there to listen. Connie thanks her for the offer. Then one morning, Connie comes to work looking pretty glum. Rachel asks what is wrong, and Connie tells her that she and her boyfriend had finally broken up. It was a mutual decision, but Connie is still upset about it. Rachel hugs Connie, patting her back, and she pressed her body against Connie’s despondent body. Rachel feels a little guilty that Connie’s crisis is kind of turning her on and causes her panties to flood. Rachel tells Connie güvenilir bahis she wants to take her out for drinks after work if she feels up to it. Rachel takes her to a lesbian bar, but Connie doesn’t seem to mind one bit. They sat at a cozy table, sipping martinis and casually talking.

Out of the blue, Connie asks, “Do you have a boyfriend, Rachel? I’ve never heard you speak about anyone, and you don’t wear a wedding ring.”

Rachel takes a deep breath and answers, “I’m not in a relationship at present. There have been men in my past but none recently. I thought I was Bi… but eventually realized I’m actually a lesbian.”

“I had my suspicions as I got to know you better and the bar,” Connie gestures to their surroundings. “The moment we walked kinda iced it. Don’t worry, Rachel, it doesn’t make any difference to me. You’re my best friend.”

“Was this bar your first tip-off?”

“No. My first tip-off was when you had me try on the lingerie at Victoria’s Secret. When I saw how you devoured my breasts with your eyes, it made me shiver and quake inside.”

“I had no idea you were affected by my reaction to seeing your breasts. Why didn’t you say something?”

Connie leans over and gives Rachel a peck on the cheek, which Rachel feels down to her sopping wet pussy. “I didn’t want to risk embarrassing you.”

“I’m delighted to hear you say that,” Rachel replies, and then takes a deep breath, deciding to put in all her chips. “I’m very attracted to you, Connie. I have been since that first day we met.”

Connie toys with her drink and doesn’t say anything for a long moment. But she doesn’t jump up and storm out of the place either. Rachel can see the wheels turning in Connie’s head and wants to say something encouraging, but nothing comes to mind right away.

“That’s very flattering,” Connie finally says, “but I’ve never swung that way. I had plenty of chances in college but never took the plunge.”

“Have you ever been curious about what it would be like with another woman, Connie?”

“I don’t know…” Connie’s words trail off, but Rachel can hear a narrowly veiled interest coloring her voice.

Rachel puts her hand on Connie’s hand and gives it a gentle squeeze. Connie looks Rachel in the eyes and holds that gaze for a long agonizing moment.

“Well, maybe a little. If I’m candid about it, the curiosity did cause a battle to take place deep inside my psyche. But for some reason, I never explored my feels in that regard.”

Rachel’s heart nearly burst through her chest. Her throat tightened, and her breathing became labored. She closed her eyes and sent a wish to heaven.

“However, I did have this lesbian Lit professor in college that kept hitting on me when we were alone in her office.”

“And how did that turn out?”

“Well, she caught me in one of my weaker just before finals, and I let her play with my tits and suck my nipples.”

“And that’s all you let her do?”

“I told you she caught me in one of my weaker moments, and if someone had not knocked on her office door, I might have let her do more. You have to remember I was young and inexperienced in college.”

“Connie, would you like to go to my place and see how things develop? We can go as slow as you need.”

Connie struggles over Rachel’s proposal for about a minute. It was a very long minute for Rachel, and her heartbeat so loudly in her ears she knew Connie could hear it.

Then Connie, downs the rest of her drink, looks Rachel squarely in the eyes and announces: “Sure. Why not?”

They didn’t türkçe bahis speak much on the drive to Rachel’s apartment. Connie looks nervous and stares out the window the whole time. Once Rachel gets Connie into her apartment, she leans forward and gives her a chaste kiss on the lips. Connie blushes but says nothing. She’s like a young school girl on her first date. Then Rachel takes Connie by the hand and leads her into the bedroom.

Connie and Rachel lie on the bed next to one another, gazing into each other’s eyes. Rachel strokes Connie’s hair a bit and ponders the best way to begin the seduction. She had promised to go slow, so she continues stroking Connie’s hair, which seems to relax her. Rachel decides it’s best if her toys remain in the closet for this initial encounter. Rachel just wants to go slow enough that she doesn’t spook Connie. Rachel decides to follow the same pattern as Connie’s Lit Professor. She plans to start by kissing Connie and then suck her boobs before making bolder moves. And if that goes well, she will eat her pussy if Connie lets her.

The first few kisses are tentative and experimental. After a few minutes of kissing, Rachel removes Connie’s blouse, then unhooks her bra and slides it off her shoulders, revealing her full breasts with dark erect nipples that make Rachel’s mouth water. Rachel’s hands trembled as she pulled off Connie’s top and laid her back. Rachel is wearing a dress only and slips out of it quickly, pressing her naked skin to Connie. Connie’s skin is so fucking soft Rachel could have died right there in her arms.

Rachel gently trails kisses across Connie’s breasts before capturing an erect nipple between her lips and flicking it roughly with her tongue. Connie moans and puts her hand on Rachel’s head, pulling her closer. Rachel moves from Connie’s excited nipple and up for another kiss, letting her tongue tickle Connie’s lips. Connie opens her mouth, and their kiss grows more heated. Connie seems to be responding pretty strongly to Rachel’s overtures for someone who wasn’t sure about her attraction to women. Rachel is thrilled. It is like her most incredible dream is coming true.

Connie has gorgeous tits, and Rachel loses track of time as she sucks and nibbles on them. Connie is enjoying the moment, running her fingers through Rachel’s long blonde hair. Rachel’s pussy is thoroughly wet by then, and she wonders if Connie’s was, too. Rachel kisses her way down Connie’s body until she can see and smell her damp panties. Rachel easily skins her out of them and places them to her nose, and inhales deeply. Rachel offers Connie a sniff, and she accepts. At first, Rachel just plays with Connie, thrumming her fingers against Connie’s wet pussy. Connie arches her back and moans. Rachel continues to tease Connie, stroking her softly until she squirms and goes out of her mind. Then Rachel lowers her mouth to Connie’s drooling pussy and begins licking her juices.

“Oh, my God!” Connie yells, pressing her pussy against Rachel’s face.

Rachel continues to slurp on Connie’s cunt juices, her tongue continually caressing Connie’s clit, which had swollen to twice its original size. Rachel laps at that precious jewel, making Connie go crazy with delight. Connie can only take so much before her orgasm hits, sending her juices gushing into Rachel’s mouth. She captures as much of the precious liquid as possible and then cuddles with Connie until she comes down from her first tongue triggered orgasm with a woman.

Rachel did not expect that Connie would return the favor. Rachel just really wanted to taste güvenilir bahis siteleri Connie. But Connie surprises her. They lay together as Connie recovers from her post-orgasmic pleasure, and then she begins sucking on Rachel’s tits. Connie uses her tongue to make little circles around Rachel’s nipples until they get as hard as pebbles. Connie cups Rachel’s breasts and squeezes them gently. Rachel starts moaning. Connie turns out to be a naturally gifted lover.

Then Connie copies what Rachel did to her. She moves down to Rachel’s pussy and slips off her panties. Connie stares at Rachel’s cunt for a long while. Rachel supposes it is the first one she has seen up close and personal, other than her own. Connie runs her fingertips across Rachel’s vagina reverently and finds it is slick with her juices. And she begins licking Rachel gently as Rachel urges her on with words of encouragement.

“That’s it, Connie,” Rachel moans. “Lick my clit, but don’t suck on it because that’ll make me cum too soon.”

Connie once again proves to be a fast learner. She teases Rachel, pulling away and kissing her mouth, letting Rachel taste herself on her lips, before going back to her cunt. With Rachel’s coaching, Connie gets the hang of using her fingers along with her tongue, sending sparks of pleasure shooting throughout Rachel’s overheated body.

“Are you ready for me to make you cum?” Connie asks teasingly.

“Yes!” Rachel shouts. “God, yes!”

Connie lowers her mouth back to Rachel’s pussy, and sucks on her clit while swirling her tongue. It only takes seconds for the dam to break, and Rachel floods Connie’s mouth with nectar. Connie laughs and laps up Rachel’s juices. Rachel is on another planet at that point, and it takes her a good long while to recover. But after a short break, Rachel is back at it again. This time Rachel uses her hand to massage Connie’s vulva in a circular motion. Rachel does not stick her fingers inside Connie this time. She only strokes with her fingertips, and Connie whimpers with delight. That is how Rachel usually masturbates, and she thinks it might trigger Connie to have the same powerful feelings she regularly experiences during masturbation.

Rachel continues to massage Connie’s pussy faster. Connie is arching her back, lifting her butt off the bed, and squirming wildly. Despite being wild with arousal, Connie manages to reach over and start rubbing Rachel’s pussy the same way. Rachel spreads her legs as much as she can, thrusting her pelvis toward Connie’s hand. Rachel keeps working to give Connie pleasure. Rachel finds it thrilling to know she is the first woman who has touched Connie so intimately. It delights her to see how eagerly Connie responds.

Rachel relaxes and lets Connie’s fingers take her higher and higher. Rachel waits for Connie to show signs of orgasm before she lets herself go, and soon enough, they both cum: the helpless whimpers, the tensed muscles, and then that ecstatic wail as both shiver and shake. Connie trembles from head to toe as her bliss consumes her. As Connie is riding high on her pleasure peak, Rachel allows herself to climax. Rachel’s orgasm feels like a wave washing over her, and she lets out a long moan as she crashes atop Connie. Connie grabs hold of Rachel as if she is saving her from drowning. It had been a lovely moment of mutual bliss.

Connie and Rachel spend the night together, cuddling and connecting with their inner selves. Rachel didn’t magically turn Connie into a lesbian; Connie still sees mostly guys, but they get together now and again for some sexual fun. Connie hasn’t had any other women but Rachel, but when a new lady is hired at the company, she and Rachel comment about her hotness. And Connie discovers she’s into girls, too! Rachel has never had a threesome, but she thinks maybe it’s about time!

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The weekend had promised so much. It was meant to have been a birthday treat for Karen – my girlfriend of five years – and me, a weekend away in a luxury hotel. We’d been looking forward to it for weeks, ever since we’d booked it. But here it was, barely an hour after we had arrived, dissolving before our very eyes.

It had all started to go wrong a few minutes after we had sat down to dinner. Well actually, thinking back, I suppose it had all started to go wrong that morning – or even two weeks ago when Karen had told Julie, her best mate, of our plans.

Now, Julie and I get along great. In fact, there have been more than a few occasions when I’d thought that something might happen between the three of us, although it never had. Julie’s problem had always been her boyfriends.

For the first few years I’d known her, she had been going out with a mate of mine. The four of us got along great, enjoying each others company whether it was for a night out, or even a holiday. Then, out of the blue, Julie dumped Mark, and that was that. Karen and I never did find out what had happened. Since the, Julie had dated a succession of men, most of whom Karen thought were “unsuitable” for her best friend, and none of whom we really got on with.

The latest boyfriend – Pete – had lasted a few months, which is longer than most. And that was where the problems had started.

On hearing about our plans for the weekend, Julie took it as a wonderful opportunity for Pete and her to join us, so that we could all get to know him better, just in case he was “the one” for her. As Julie had announced this, as full of enthusiasm as ever, Karen and I had just stared at each other, both fervently hoping that the hotel was fully booked. But it hadn’t been – and there was nothing we could do but grin and bear it.

To try and keep at least part of our plans intact, Karen had told Julie that we would drive down to the hotel on our own. We had planned a leisurely drive down, taking our time, stopping for lunch, a relaxing swim and sauna when we got there followed by some pampering – and plenty of time alone before dinner on the Friday night. Even as Karen told me of her plans, my cock had risen up, hard in my jeans, before I’d pulled her into my arms.

But even that didn’t work out. On the Friday morning, just as we were about to leave, Julie phoned. Pete’s car had broken down the night before, so could they have a lift? We couldn’t really say no, but then it had gone from bad to worse as Pete got caught up at work, and couldn’t get away until mid-afternoon. Our leisurely drive then became a tedious, tiring drive through the Friday afternoon and evening rush hour. The journey took twice as long as it should have done, and we barely arrived in time for dinner.

After booking in, I had led Karen up to our room. We sank wearily into each others arms, longing for time together, my cock rising up to press against her as our lips met feverishly. She pushed me gently away, both of us knowing that we had only a little time together before dinner.

Karen went off for a shower. I took my turn after her, coming back out of the bathroom to find her sat at the dressing table putting a little makeup on. She really didn’t need it – her face was beautiful enough, framed by her long, blonde hair. She smiled across at me, at my nakedness, licking her already moist lips as her eyes ran over my strong, muscular body and down to my rising cock.

“Get dressed,” she told me huskily as she stood up and reached for her dress.

I watched her as she slipped into her black mini dress, as it slid over the skimpy, black underwear she was wearing. I sighed, and dragged some clothes on, consoling myself with what was to come later.

I led the way out of the room and to the lift. We were alone as we descended towards the ground floor. We held each other and kissed, my hands running lightly up and down Karen’s back, her hand pressing lightly against my bulging cock, both of us making whispered promises of what would happen once we were alone again after dinner.

But it wasn’t to be. As soon as we saw Julie and Pete in the dining room it was more than obvious that all was not well. Our weekend was about to get a whole lot worse.

Pete and Julie had clearly been arguing. This continued over dinner, the two of them constantly sniping and snapping, with Karen trying to keep the peace. As we drank our coffee, Pete snapped once too often – and Julie slammed her cup down and stormed off. Karen hurried after her, leaving me to brood on my simmering dislike of Pete.

He looked at me a bit sheepishly, and I actually began to feel sorry for him. After all, Julie can be a right bitch at times. He seemed to have shrunk a bit in the last few moments. At a little over six feet, well built and muscular, Pete tended to dominate, but now he somehow seemed smaller. I was about to snap at him, but didn’t. What was the point of making things worse? Except that they were about to get worse anyway.

Or were they?

Karen illegal bahis came back a few minutes later. She whispered to me, glancing over at Pete from time to time, explaining how Julie wanted to go home, how Karen had persuaded her to stay as the next train wasn’t until the morning, how Julie was refusing to share a room with Pete. And how Karen had agreed to share with Julie that night. Did I mind sharing with Pete? I couldn’t believe what I was hearing, so I only took in half of what she went on to say.

“It’s a twin room … Julie messed up the booking … that’s what they started to argue about … it’s only one night … she is my best friend … we’ve still got tomorrow … I’ll make it up to you … as soon as they’ve gone …”

Half an hour later I was stood outside Pete and Julie’s room, her key card in my hand. I had said good night to Karen, my cock hard as I held her, despite the circumstances, despite our weekend being ruined. I swiped the card angrily, opened the door, and stepped inside.

The room was almost in darkness. Pete was already in bed, but had left a bedside light on. Glancing around, I saw that it was a twin room, although the beds were much bigger than you would normally expect. After going to the bathroom, I switched the light off, and undressed in the dark before slipping into bed in my boxers.

I lay in bed, my eyes gradually adjusting to the darkness. I wasn’t sure if Pete was asleep or not, although his breathing seemed very regular. I rolled onto my side, my back towards him. I thought about Karen, about what we should have been doing together.

Without really thinking about it, my hand strayed down under the covers. I cupped and squeezed my cock and balls, feeling them harden as I imagined Karen next to me. I could almost smell her, taste her. I eased my boxers down onto my thighs and pulled my cock and balls upwards, above the waistband.

I stroked along my length, feeling my shaft thickening and hardening until I was fully erect, my balls tight beneath my thick cock. I slid my hand slowly up and down, peeling my skin back with every stroke, half listening out for Pete. I closed my eyes, a picture of Karen in my mind, my hand moving faster, my cock and balls getting harder, tighter.

“Can I help you with that …?”

My eyes flew open the words sunk in, as I became conscious of Pete behind me. He was kneeling at the side of the bed, his face close to my shoulder, his hand resting lightly of my hip. I froze as his hand slid over my hip and under mine to squeeze my cock. I instinctively pulled away, rolling onto my back and trying to sit up, pushing him away as my cock wilted. I stared at him, my eyes wide open with shock.

“Just thought I could help …” he told me, giving my cock another squeeze.

I jumped – I hadn’t even realised that he was still holding me. I watched him as he stood up, a smile, a knowing smile, on his face. I watched as he crossed the room and headed for the bathroom, as he walked slowly between our two beds, across the bottom of mine before pausing and reaching for the light switch. His body was bathed in light from the bathroom before darkness descended again as he stepped into the bathroom and closed the door behind himself.

I watched all this closely, unable to drag my eyes away from him. It had only been when he had let go of my cock and stood up that I had realised for the first time that he was naked. I caught only a fleeting glimpse of his cock before his back was to me. Pete seemed somehow taller and broader, his waist slimmer, as he walked slowly away.

In those few seconds, my eyes locked onto his broad, muscular back and shoulders, on how they tapered into his waist. I stared at his firm ass, the skin pale in contrast to the rest of him. I looked at his strong legs, the muscles rippling as he took those few steps, his ass rocking gently.

As he reached the end of the bed and turned sideways to me, I could see him in profile. I could feel his eyes on me, looking down to where my hand was still holding my cock. My eyes were drawn to his cock, standing out semi hard from his body, curving away, bobbing lightly as he walked, promising so much.

As Pete switched on the bathroom light, the bedroom had been lit up for a few seconds. He was bathed in light as he turned towards me. In that fleeting second I drank in the sight of his jerking cock, of his strong body. My mouth was dry, and my tongue felt swollen. As the bathroom door closed, I flopped back onto the pillow, gasping for breath.

I listened to Pete in the bathroom, thinking of his cock, of his touch, only then realising just how hard my own cock was in my hand. My mind was a blur of confusion as I realised that for the first time I was turned on by the sight, the thought, of another man.

It didn’t even feel like it was me doing it as I reached down and slid my boxers off. I moved as if I was in a trance, an image of Pete, of his naked body, of his cock, burnt into my mind. Naked, illegal bahis siteleri my heart pounding, I lay back in the bed, the covers thrown to one side, my rock hard cock on my belly.

And I waited.

Moments later, Pete emerged from the bathroom. He paused in the doorway, looking at me, seeing my nakedness, my hardness. Leaving the bathroom light on, he crossed quickly to my side and dropped to his knees beside me where he had been only minutes before. Nothing was said as he reached for me, as he took my hard cock into his hand.

He lifted my cock away from my body, one hand sliding gently along my shaft as the other reached for my balls. I groaned as he slipped his hand down to the base of my cock, pulling my skin back tight, exposing the red, throbbing head of my cock, already slick with pre cum.

I watched, my eyes wide open, hardly daring to breath, as he moved his hand up and down, as beads of shiny pre cum rolled softly down my cock head and onto his hand. He leant forward, his body hot against mine, and flicked his tongue over me, wiping the pre cum away with his warm, wet tongue. I cried out at the feel of him on me, just as he sighed at the taste of me on his tongue, at the feel of me in his hands.

We both moaned out loud as he dropped his mouth over the tip of my cock and sucked slowly on the head, his tongue swirling around my sensitive skin, his lips wrapped around the ridge of flesh that separated my cock head and my thick, throbbing shaft. I twisted slightly towards him as I moved for the first time. I reached out a hand to him, reaching out for the back of his neck as my hips pushed upwards off the bed, driving my cock into his mouth.

His lips slid down my shaft as I drove into him, his teeth grating along my length as I began to fuck his mouth. My hips bounced off the bed as his tongue lashed across my cock head, both of us moaning.

His hand on my balls squeezed harder, his fingers probing lower. I pulled my knees up, his fingers sliding over my balls to rub gently but insistently at my ass, his finger tips scratching lightly over the sensitive ridges of flesh he found there.

Pete’s other hand was on my belly now, pressing down lightly on my hot skin, feeling the tense muscle below. I was pumping quickly into his mouth, my balls hard and on fire. His mouth plunged up and down, swallowing more and more of my shaft each time, sucking me deeper into him each time as his fingers continued to probe at my ass.

The muscles of my thighs and belly were tense, rock solid as my ass tightened and lifted off the bed as I came, as I cried out and pumped my thick cum into his mouth. Pete grabbed my cock, pumping my shaft wildly as he sucked my cum from me, his moans muffled by my hardness.

Gradually, I relaxed, not quite believing what had just happened. My ass sunk back down onto the bed, my cock softer in his hand, his lips and tongue moving gently over me. Pete looked up at me, a grin on his face, but my mind was still confused, a blur of conflicting emotions. Pete saw my confusion, but still he leant over and kissed me quickly, the taste of my cum on his lips and tongue.

I moaned against his lips, wanting more but still not understanding. And then Pete moved to kneel beside me, his cock long and hard in front of me, his meaning, his need, obvious.

I reached out to him, slowly, tentatively, wanting to touch him but still not sure. His cock felt hot, the taut flesh throbbing under my hand. Pete moaned as I touched him for the first time, as I touched any man for the first time. I looked down at his cock, looked at him closely for the first time as I stroked along his veiny shaft, feeling the blood feeding his erection. He stood up, my hand still on his cock. I eased up the bed a little so that I was half propped up on the pillows.

I looked at Pete, seeing for the first time how hard and flat his belly was, how the hair above his cock was short and curly, how smooth his balls were, how long his cock was, how it curved up slightly at the end. His skin was tight over his bulbous head as I eased it back. I glanced up at him as he let out a deep sigh, his eyes closed, a look of intense pleasure on his face.

As if in slow motion, Pete moved. Stepping forward, he rested one knee on the edge of the bed. Before he moved again, I knew exactly what he was going to do. He swung his leg over me so that he was straddling my chest, his cock bouncing only inches from my face, from my mouth.

I reached out to him again, my hand finding his hardness just as he rocked himself forward. His cock brushed against my lips, his pre cum smearing sweetly along them. Suddenly, I wasn’t sure. I pulled my head away, turning sideways for a second, Pete’s cock dragging against my cheek. I felt him move, and looked back towards him. For a moment I thought he was going to try and force his cock into my mouth, but he didn’t. He took my hand and wrapped it around his shaft. As I held him he spoke softly.

“Later,” he told me, “when canlı bahis siteleri you’re ready.”

I squeezed his cock, happy to hold him, to stroke his swollen shaft, wanting to feel him in my hand. I held him awkwardly, the tip still inches from my face. Pete eased backwards a little, his balls trailing over my chest and belly. His ass was level with my thighs when he stopped, his cock still in my hand – until he reached down and pushed by hand away.

He reached for my semi erect cock and held it against the hot, hard flesh of his own erection. He moved his hand slowly, wanking us together, my cock growing hard against his. I could feel the heat of him throbbing along my cock as I thickened and lengthened, recovering more quickly than I could ever remember.

I pushed his hand away, and took his cock from him, reaching down to cup his hard, swollen balls in my other hand. As I pulled on his cock, he eased forward until my cock was beneath him, resting under his firm ass. Then he began to push down against me, rocking slightly, my cock sliding between his taut cheeks.

I stroked him slowly at first, but then faster as he rocked against my cock, as my hand became a blur. I could feel his cock throbbing in my hand, the heat coursing through him. He leant back, his hands behind him, on my thighs, his ass pressed down harder against my cock. He threw his head back, a deep moan escaping from between his lips as I felt his orgasm approaching.

I pumped him harder, faster, my own cock painfully hard, my eyes now closed as I savoured the feel of Pete’s cock in my hand, as I listened to his groans of pleasure. I could feel the tip of my cock rubbing against his ass as he moved, against the tight puckered entrance to his body. I groaned at the thought, at the feel, of my cock against him, and I knew I wanted more, that I was ready for more.

I opened my eyes to find Pete staring at me. It was if he could read my mind. But then with a deep sigh he came. There was no warning, just jet after jet of thick cum gushing from his cock. I watched wide eyed as he threw his head back again. I watch the cum spurting from his cock, thick wads of cream that splattered onto my chest and belly.

Pete rocked his body, his ass grinding down onto my cock as I carried on wanking him, spraying more and more cum over me. His belly was taut, the muscles rippling tightly until at last he relaxed, the last of his cum dribbling from his softening cock onto my hand.

He knelt up, his breathing hard, grinning at me.

He told me that I’d “done great” as he climbed off me and came to lay beside me, before adding “but what about this?”

He held my hard cock in his hand again, running his fingers along my shaft, tracing the thick ridge on the underside of my cock from my balls up to the tip and then back again, tracing every vein, every contour. His touch was so intense I could do nothing but sink back onto the pillows and let the pleasure wash over me.

His hands and fingers moved further, probed lower, running lightly over my ass before moving back up over my balls, along my shaft, and onto my belly and chest to trail through the drying pools of his cum. He twisted his head, and I felt his strong, agile tongue flicking across my nipple. I could feel it hardening even before he wrapped his lips around it and sucked on me, gently at first and then harder, more insistently. He moved then, his tongue flicking through the pools of his cum on my body.

He lifted his head and looked at me. I could see his cum glistening on his lips and tongue. And then he was moving towards me. My lips parted to welcome his. I felt his tongue dancing lightly against mine as I tasted his cum, tasted him, for the first time.

As our lips parted, he whispered to me.

“Ready?”

I nodded, not trusting myself to speak. I wasn’t sure exactly what he meant, but at that moment I was ready for anything, wanted everything.

Pete looked at me closely, and then dropped his head towards my cock. He licked quickly along my length, leaving me gasping for more, my cock twitching. He scooped up what was left of his cum with his fingers and rubbed it along my cock before rolling onto his front, his meaning obvious.

“Quickly” he told me.

I climbed behind him, kneeling between his legs, my cock huge in front of me. I moved slowly, uncertain despite my desire. Pete moved, arching his back and raising his ass towards me. I reached for his ass, holding his firm cheeks and pulling them apart. Pete pushed back against me, exposing his ass to my gaze. I ran a finger tentatively over the puckered entrance, feeling his heat, feeling him throbbing beneath my touch.

I rubbed a finger against him, feeling him squirm with pleasure as my finger eased into him, rubbing against a thousand sensitive spots as I pushed deeper inside him. I felt him moving beneath my touch, and looking up I saw him reaching out to the bedside unit. Pulling the draw open, he felt around blindly, before grabbing a tube and passing it back to me.

I looked at the tube of lubricant he had given me, and quickly squirted some on to my fingers. Seconds later, he was pushing back towards me again, urging me to fuck him with one finger, then two, as he began to relax.

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Note: This story contains scenes of incest or incest content and ALL characters are 18 years or older.

This story was written for and is dedicated to my daddy…the man who knows me best, whose words make my hips wiggle, and who this baby girl was created for. For him I think and plan.

*****

It was a crisp fall night and he stood watching as his baby girl snuggled into her soft blanket as the cool air streamed in through the window above her bed. Her plump warm thighs lay open, uncovered by the blanket giving her daddy a mouthwatering view of what he craved nightly. This was going to be the night…it was just the two of them in the house alone, and he was going to finally taste the sweetness of those thighs and relish what lies between them. He would have one month off from work…one entire undisturbed month to taste every sweet morsel of his baby girl’s body, his daughter, the product of his frothing seed…and he wasn’t going to waste one more minute of it.

He moved to the side of her bed and gently pulled the covers away from her naked sleeping body. He smiled again…such a good girl, such a sexy hot baby girl to sleep naked. Her breasts were easily a DD, and her erect nipples cast a shadow in the moonlight just aching to be licked, sucked, and nibbled. Her daddy groaned as he noticed the large dark-colored dildo snuggled between her plump pussy lips and the wetness that glistened around the stretched flushed lips, leaving a trail of cream on her inner thighs and down to cover her tight little rosebud ass which was just out of sight. His mouth started to water in anticipation of tasting that sweet juice that his baby girl produced so freely. He knew he had heard her moaning and mewing earlier but he wanted to make sure she was sleeping soundly before he began his attack on her senses. She needed to be relaxed and ready to take her first real live man’s cock…her daddy’s thick hard cock.

“Mmmmm.” he groaned imagining his throbbing cock pumping in and out of his baby girl’s cunt, getting frothy wet with her juices…their juices mixed in an age-old recipe for lust and love and procreation.

“She will be pregnant before the month is over.” he declared aloud. She shifted her position, pulling her knees up and out as if she were inviting her daddy to come inside and plant his seed deep between her sweet dew-covered petals.

The scent of her pussy juice wafted up to him and he inhaled deeply, taking in as much as he could of her, making his mouth water and his balls draw up a little tighter. “Will she love how her daddy tastes?” he wondered, as he gently kneeled down on the bed and placed his swollen mushroom head near her soft pink lips. His cock was almost touching her sweet lips, and then he ran his fingertips up the inside of her warm thigh, edging toward her pussy, sweetly stretched by the dildo that resembled his own throbbing cock in color.

“Was she thinking about her daddy’s cock when she creamed over the length of this toy?” That thought made him even harder if that was possible. His body was shaking with lust and need, ready to fully taste his little girl’s treasures. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath in an effort to control illegal bahis his raging libido.

His fingers continued up her tender thigh until he first came in contact with the juices that had come from his baby’s core. He wet his fingers with her juice and lifted them before his eyes. Her juices sparkled on his fingertips in the moonlight and he held his fingers under his nose to take in the intimate scent of her…his daughter’s cunt. He closed his eyes again and breathed her in, and then placed his fingers in his mouth, feeling the slickness of her cum on his tongue, reveling in her taste. At that moment his cock pulsed and released some of his own juice, dropping on her pretty pink lips. His eyes were trained in on the beautiful sight of his baby’s lips wet with his cream when she suddenly opened her mouth slightly and her little pink tongue began licking and spreading his pre-cum over her lips like it was the sweetest nectar she had ever tasted. He groaned and slowly placed his head against her lips and she began kissing and licking at it like it was a lollipop.

When her sweet little mouth opened and she tried to take her daddy’s cock inside, his cock started drooling its appreciation, wetting her lips and chin, and all of a sudden her small soft hand grabbed him by the base and she began sucking like a baby on a bottle. She was mewing and humming her pleasure on her daddy’s cock, creating the most erotic picture in her daddy’s mind. He was feeding his baby girl. He grabbed the toy still nestled deep in her pussy and oh-so-slowly pulled it out and pushed it back in. She groaned and started bucking her hips, wanting more…needing more. He began a steady rhythm with the toy, thrusting in and out, and he could hear and see how wet she was getting but he desperately wanted to be the one making that noise with his own cock. Her warm mouth and tongue was teasing his thick cock beyond what he thought he could take. If he didn’t stop her soon, he’d cum in her mouth and he wanted to blow his first load deep inside that sweet little cunt so he began to pull his cock from her greedy mouth.

She wined like a baby as his cock popped out of her mouth and she opened her eyes and said, “Please daddy…I want more! Please don’t stop!”

“Don’t worry baby, you’re not dreaming sweetie. Your daddy is going to give you everything you want…everything you need.” He was giddy with delight that his daughter was so ready to start her proper role as his lover, his plaything, his fuck toy.

His hand still on the toy, he slowly pulled it free from its sheath as he took its place between her open legs. “Daddy is going to make you feel so much better than this naughty toy, but we’ll keep it close by because I will want to use it later.” he winked.

“First let daddy feel how wet you are baby girl.” and with that he began running his swollen cock head up and down his daughter’s steamy slit, nudging her plump pussy lips apart as if he were making a groove in which to plant his seed. Oh yes…he was going to be planting a lot of seed in this garden.

“Ooooooooo…daddy!” she cooed as he teased her swollen clit, mixing their juices together. She started bucking her hips against him, illegal bahis siteleri hoping his fat mushroom head would just pop inside her.

“Oh daddy…I don’t care if incest is wrong, I want you to fuck me! Please daddy, fuck me! I’ve been saving myself just for you. The only cock that’s been inside my cunny is my pretend daddy cock toy and I want you to… Oh daddy, YES!” she gasped. Her daddy’s bloated cock head had just popped inside her cunt-hole and popped back out and then he delivered several firm cock-slaps to her clit before he pushed his way back inside her tight velvety softness.

“Oh FUCK…baby!” he groaned as his cock tasted his daughter’s cunt for the first time. He slowly pushed inside his daughter’s cunt, taking a few moments to stop and relish in the tightness and heat of her creamy cunt while giving her time to adjust to his thickness until he was all the way in. His balls rested against her wetness and he just held himself there, flexing and throbbing deep inside his daughter’s cunt.

“Oh daddy!” she gasped. “You’re fucking me! Daddy your cock is so hot and it feels so full and tight!” she panted.

“Yes baby, daddy is fucking you!” He slid out and back in on the words “fucking you” to emphasize the point which made her gasp even more. “Such a sweet cunt you have for your daddy baby girl…so ripe and ready to take all of daddy’s cock and cum.”

“Oh yes daddy!” she panted. He sucked and nibbled on her nipples as his cock pumped out a slow rhythm that gained in speed and force with every thrust until he was pounding his baby girl’s cunt so hard his balls were making a wet slapping sound against her ass…a beautiful sound to his ears.

Suddenly she cried out, “DADDY!” and he felt his daughter’s first real cock orgasm. It was beyond anything he had ever felt before…her entire body quivered and shook while her pussy squeezed his cock so hard that he had to grip her ass and pull her tight to him just to stay deep inside her, and then he felt a warm (almost hot) gush a fluid covering his cock, dripping down his balls. His baby girl was a squirter! He’d made his daughter squirt on his cock!

“Oh daddy!” she cried as he continued to slam into her sweet cunt, his cunt now.

“That’s it baby, wet daddy’s cock like a good girl!” he encouraged her.

“Oh daddy! OOOOOO! What are you doing to me?! Ooooo fuck daddy, I’m gonna cum again!” her voice was getting higher and louder as her hips arched up to meet his thick cock and she squirted again. Cum shot out over her daddy’s cock and wet them both, leaving a puddle on the sheets but he still kept pounding into her.

She was becoming out of breath and started pleading with her daddy, “Daddy! Please! I can’t take anymore! You’re gonna make me explode! Please cum in me daddy! I need to feel your hot cum in me daddy!” she whimpered.

Hearing his daughter beg for his cum pushed him over the edge, and his balls tightened up and his seed began a fast and furious race up his shaft, seeking its new home in her unprotected womb. The hot spray of her daddy’s cum inside her cunt set off another screaming orgasm as they both became one for a moment in time. “Mmmmm! So tight! This canlı bahis siteleri is where all daddies need to shoot their cum…deep inside their daughter’s cunt!” he murmured in her ear.

“Mmmmm…yes daddy!” she sighed.

They lay together, cock in cunt, until they both caught their breath and suddenly they both noticed that daddy’s cock was still hungry…still rock hard. “Now baby girl, daddy wants to show you how good it feels to have a cock in your ass.”

And with that she gasped again but obediently said, “Yes daddy…you know best.”

Slowly daddy pulled his drenched cock out from its velvety home and positioned its head against her sweet rosebud ass-hole, nudging it to tease a response from her. He repositioned her legs high on his shoulders so he had a clear path and gently started applying pressure until his bloated creamy wet head popped just inside her heated backside. “OH!” she gasped, followed by a coo of lust.

He slowly slid deeper and deeper until once again his balls were pressed up tight against her wetness. “Oh fuck you’re tight baby girl!” he groaned and began a slow tantalizing thrust in and out of her last virgin hole. “Now you’re almost completely mine!” he panted, as he continued to plow her ass with slow determined strokes.

Once again she suddenly gushed a cuntfull of pussy juice on them both as she dug her nails into her daddy’s thighs. “Daaaaddyyyyyyy!” she barely got the word out in her scream of pleasure.

He kept pumping in and out despite her bucking and clenching. Her large breasts were bouncing with every thrust and her little hands kept going between teasing her nipples and grabbing his thighs and ass to steady herself “Baby you are so beautiful when you’re cumming!” he exclaimed.

“Th-th-thank you d-daddy!” she managed to sputter between breaths.

“Now I want you completely full!” he growled as he grabbed up the toy and began slapping her clit with it.

“OOOOOOOOHHHHH FUCK…Daddy!” she cried as he started pushing the toy’s head between her plump pink pussy lips and into her cunt-hole.

As soon as the toy was all the way in she began squirting again and her contractions were so strong that he had to use his pelvis to hold it in while he continued to pump and grind. This caused the toy to pump in and out in unison with her daddy’s cock. Orgasms washed over her like waves on a beach…one after another till all she could do was quiver, shake, moan, mew, and cum. Her daddy was so pleased that his baby girl was so responsive and that her tight little cunt and ass were so slutty. She was the perfect fuck toy for him…made just for his cock and he would plant his seed deep inside her every chance he got. His balls tightened once again when he thought about her pregnant with his child, and he blasted her bowels with his hot seed when he thought about drinking her milk while fucking her luscious body.

“Daddy’s little cum slut, that’s what you are. Daddy’s good girl who knows how to please her daddy’s cock.” he whispered in her ear.

“Mmmmm! Yes daddy…always.” she replied as they started to fall asleep in each other’s arms.

“Daddy’s gonna teach you so much baby girl, but sleep for now. Daddy’s cock is always hungry first thing in the morning. Good night baby girl.” he murmured grinding into her sweetly flushed flesh.

“Good night daddy.” she sighed and snuggled into her daddy’s arms. This month was going to be heaven.

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If you skipped the first section of this story, there may be one or two areas in Part 3 that are unclear. For this reason I would urge you to read Parts 1 and 2 first (at only 2680 words, it really doesn’t take long).

*****

An Older Woman: Part 3 – Another chance:

It wasn’t until the following Monday that I got a text message from Barbara inviting me to call again. She said she had the Tuesday afternoon and evening free and as her husband was working away, would I like to come for an evening meal. She said if I like cooking I could help her to prepare it. I was thrilled.

In her message she explained that she hadn’t been able to let me know sooner, as she’d only just found out he would be working away. She asked me to bring some more of my work for her to look at, so it looked as if we might have all afternoon and evening together.

I was so excited.
I was just getting ready to leave after lunch on the Tuesday when I had another message asking me to come later. I honestly thought, ‘She’s going to put me off again’. I felt so down I almost told her I wasn’t coming, but then I thought ‘That would just be stupid’. I didn’t know what made her change the plan; it could have been anything. Anyway, I got there about 5pm, fully expecting to be sent home again with nothing happening between us.

I had decided to be a bit less subtle this time (less subtle? – Ha! That’s a joke). I wore a fairly short black wrap-around skirt (my favourite, because it comes off easily), and a white slightly transparent blouse. It was a snug fit and showed off my petite figure nicely, and I knew that as I moved, the nipples on my unfettered breasts would trace enticing little patterns in the semi-transparent material. I also had a cute pair of frilly lace panties that were just visible when I sat down (if I sat carefully enough).

I had plaited my hair in my favourite pigtails with black ribbons in bows at the ends, and I had splashed out on a new bottle of Givenchy Organza perfume (it’s quite heady and great for getting you noticed, especially when out on the pull). I got it for half price at one of the discount perfume shops in town. It was still 24 pounds but well worth it 🙂

When I arrived, Barbara was wearing a lovely slinky black dress that hugged her figure and showed just enough cleavage to be interesting but not slutty. Her hair was done the same way as it was when I had first met her. ‘Maybe she always has it that way’ I thought. Whatever the case, she looked gorgeous.

She was already preparing the food. She invited me into the kitchen and I helped a bit, but it was only a token gesture. She had almost finished by the time I got there. She had a prepared a casserole for us, which we ate while talking. We sat opposite each other at the table and I know this time she was looking at my breasts; several times I caught her looking away but I didn’t say anything; I just smiled.

After dinner we sat at the table and we talked for a while. She never explained why she had wanted me to come later, and I thought it rude to ask; I was just happy to be there. She asked about my course again. A few of the things I mentioned she acknowledged, seeming to show an interest in things I had already told her about before, so I don’t think she had really been paying attention the first time, but I didn’t challenge her. That would have made things very awkward.

She asked to see my notes again, and as I had left my bag in the lounge, I offered to go and fetch them. “I’ll come in there with you,” she told me. “We can leave the pots for Ron.”

“Ron?” I said, wondering who this guy Ron might be. ‘I hope she hasn’t got me here under a false pretence’, I thought to myself. ‘Maybe she wants to watch some guy shagging me’.

“Later Ron,” she said. “Sorry. I’m not very good at jokes,” but I laughed anyway, quite relieved. I thought it was clever, and I’d never heard it before.

We went into the lounge and this time she sat beside me on the sofa. I pulled out my work folder to show her again, opening it at a recent short essay I had written. I had made a point of having filed a very soft erotic piece as the next work, describing one of my liaisons with my current best friend and lover, Jane.

Anyway, of course when she had finished the ‘sample’ essay I pretended not to notice as she turned to the next work, which was the ‘planted’ erotic story, and she started to read that while I nonchalantly checked my phone. I gave her about a minute; enough time to read the first few paragraphs, before I looked up and ‘realised to my horror’ that she was reading the erotic account of my lesbian sex session with Jane.

I quickly made a grab for the folder ‘to hide it from her’, but she snatched it away, clinging to it and looking at me in astonishment. She asked if any of it was true. I gave her a well practiced bashful look and I told her “Some of it.” She said that I shouldn’t be ashamed of my sexuality. Barbara is clearly such a kind, loving woman, and she made me feel really comfortable and good about myself, canlı bahis şirketleri even though I had intentionally created the situation. She smiled warmly, and I couldn’t help feeling relaxed as I ‘nervously’ smiled back (I really should be an actress).

Suddenly, without warning she grabbed my face with both hands and kissed me full on the mouth, only for about half a second, then just as quickly she let go and apologised.

“Oh! I’m so sorry. I don’t know what came over me,” she said, looking abashed.

I just sat there and smiled. “Why?” I asked her.

“I couldn’t help it,” she told me, clearly embarrassed.

“No! I mean, why apologise?” I asked. She admitted to me that she had wanted to kiss me last time but she didn’t want to scare me. I told her I wished she had done.

She looked at me for what seemed like half a minute. I just waited for her to make a move. She was so gentle. She leaned in uncertainly: almost nervously, cupped my face, and kissed me softly on the lips. This time I opened my mouth slightly. As soon as she could see that I wasn’t going to pull away she hugged me and began kissing me so passionately. I slid my arms around her neck and leaned back as her hand found my breast. She began unfastening my blouse and I moved my hand up and gave her breast a squeeze, so full and firm.

Soon the front of my blouse was undone and her hand was inside. My body is very petite so I never need to wear a bra, and my nipple quickly began to stiffen and nuzzle into her palm, and she squeezed it gently. She was kissing my mouth, then my face, my neck and bare shoulder, and I could feel myself getting wet. I thought she was going to strip me and fuck me right there on the sofa, but just as suddenly as it had begun, she stopped.

“What do you want from me Macey?” she asked. She put her hand to her face, looking confused.

“You offered to help me with my English project work,” I told her honestly, trying to look innocent.

“No… Well… Yes, I know I did,” she replied, “but that’s not why you came here is it. What do you really want from me?”

I reached out to touch her cheek with the back of my fingers and she looked back at me, puzzled, as I stroked her hair and the side of her neck. “What I’d like is to mess up your hair,” I half whispered, with a wicked little smile.

We just sat there for a moment and I wondered, ‘What are you thinking?’, before she asked, “Are you sure you really want to do this?”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything,” I whispered, my voice sounding inexplicably cracked.

“I’m old enough to be your mother,” she told me, “older in fact.”

“Sometimes I wish my mam could have kissed me like that,” I told her. “You make me feel so good. Why didn’t you kiss me last time?” I asked. “What was the problem?”

“You were wearing the same perfume as your mum. It just make me think of her too much.” ‘How stupid of me!’ I thought. ‘I had only pinched some of mam’s perfume so I would appear more sophisticated, and all it did was to put her off’.

“There is something else,” she told me.

“What?” I asked, bemused.

“Well… It’s the pigtails,” she said, sounding reluctant to tell me.

“Don’t you like them?” I asked her, smiling broadly and wide eyed as I gripped the ends and pulled alternately on them, making my head rock from side to side like a little doll.

“They’re very sweet,” she said. “Probably too sweet,” she added with a smile. “They just make you look like a little girl.”

“I thought you’d like that,” I told her, pouting excessively and fluttering my eyelids at her. I was really playing this.

“I do, but… You’re so very small.” she added, “With the pigtails too, it just makes you look too young. If I hadn’t been invited to your 18th birthday celebration I would have thought you were no more than about 14 or 15.”

“Oh, I said, my tone unmistakably disappointed. Why didn’t you come?” I asked, as I untied the ribbons.

“I didn’t know you then, she said, helping me to tease the plaits out of my hair.

“Pity,” I told her, shaking my hair loose and thinking, ‘I had another celebration a few days later that I wish you had been at too’. Perhaps it was just as well she wasn’t there though. I can just imagine what Jane would have done with her. I would have been watching in envy.

“That’s better,” she said kindly. “Now you look more like a grown-up,” she teased as she fluffed my hair up and stroked it around my face, then held my head gently as she kissed me softly on the lips again.

Hardly another word was spoken. She stood, took my hand and led me upstairs to the bedroom, my blouse still open. As she sat me beside her on the foot of her marital bed she kissed me again. We were still kissing as her hand slid up to grip my breast once more. She fondled it and squeezed the nipple gently, still kissing, then opening the front to expose me, looking for all the world as if she’d never seen what a bare breasted girl looked like.

She was undressing me, canlı kaçak iddaa but it wasn’t hurried; it wasn’t crazy or lustful or urgent, it was so sweet and gentle, almost hesitant.

As I sat there beside her, one hand slid around my waist and caressed my lower back, her fingertips tracing the groove of my spine slowly upward inside my open blouse as her kiss engulfed me. Her other hand reached up to hold my face against hers as her tongue entered my mouth. Her hand reached around my neck then up behind my head as her tongue began probing my willing mouth. I began sucking her tongue erotically, meeting her tongue with mine as I moaned softly.

I’ve seen so many movie clips of Japanese girls and young women kissing, and I love the beautiful sounds they make. They’re so submissive; so erotic, and they excite me, so I thought I would try for myself, to see if it had the same effect on Barbara. It did. She seemed inspired by it. Her hand slid down over my neck and she slipped the open blouse off one shoulder, kissing the bare skin, then reaching around behind me her other hand still squeezing my breast as she slipped the blouse off the other shoulder, letting it fall silently on the bed behind me.

“What are you going to do to me?” I asked, trying to sound as innocent as I could.

“I really don’t know,” came the honest reply. “I’ve never done anything like this before.”

She looked down at my pert little breasts and caressed them with both hands. “Well, you’re not doing too badly so far,” I smiled. “Just do for me what you would like me to do for you,” I whispered softly.

She bowed her head down and kissed one firm little breast gently, curling the tip of her tongue around the stiffening nipple. “Ooohh… that feels so nice,” I whispered. She began suckling on it, tugging at the pert nipple, and I moaned like one of those passive, subservient little Japanese girls that I so loved to watch being seduced on screen.

“I don’t know what to do,” she repeated.

“Just do what you want,” I told her.

“I don’t know how to please you.”

I sighed. “Do you have any idea how wet I am?” I asked her.

“No, she said, sounding as if she thought there was something wrong with that. I took her hand and guided it between my thighs as I parted my legs, pressing her fingers against the sopping wet gusset of my panties.

“Oh!” she said softly. “Oh!” She looked surprised.

I moved her hand up and slid her fingers inside the elastic waist band, parting my legs as I made her reach down to the bald, shaved labia. “Now do you know?” I asked.

“I… I…” she began, but I stopped her.

“Play with me,” I breathed. “Tease me.”

She pushed me back gently until I lay on my back and she began to kiss and suck gently on one breast then the other, as her fingers teased my labia and began to ease into me. “I’m really not sure about this,” she told me, stopping again. “I’ve never done anything like this,” she admitted.

“Maybe I should drive then,” I suggested with a smile. I sat up and pulled gently on the bow at her side, releasing the tie around her waist, and letting the gown fall open. It was one of those dresses with built-in bra cups so, as the front of the gown fell open, it released one beautiful full breast. I slid a hand inside and cupped her, marvelling at the warmth of her body as I manually replaced the support that the dress was no longer providing, and she gasped slightly.

“Do you like that?” I asked.

“It feels strange,” she said.

“Strange? In what way?”

“Well, I can’t say I don’t like it,” she explained. “It’s been so long since anyone did anything like that with me,” she sighed, “but I never imagined having another woman do it to me… and certainly not someone younger than my own daughter.”

I smiled. “But you do like it?” I asked, rubbing my thumb against the bobble of her nipple and rolling it gently. It already felt quite firm and it became even stiffer very quickly.

“Oh God,” she moaned softly.

“That’s all I needed to know,” I told her with a smile. I pulled the front of her gown open slowly and she tried to cover herself with one arm. “Come on now,” I cautioned her. “You have me stripped to the waist. Fair’s fair.”

“I’m embarrassed,” she complained, looking bashful as she coloured up.

“Don’t worry,” I said smiling. “It’s not like it’s something I haven’t seen before,” I told her with a wry grin.

“You haven’t seen ‘me’ before,” she objected.

“More’s the pity,” I told her, coaxing her hand away to reveal a surprisingly firm and self-supporting breast. She was just the perfect size, I guessed a generous ‘C’ cup, with very little sag considering her age. She was more firm than a lot of girls of my age, and the nipple was smooth and light brown. It looked so inviting.

“Let’s just play with each other for a while,” I suggested, pulling the other side of her gown away to reveal my new plaything’s twin sister. I reached forward to fondle the delightful pair, one in each hand, canlı kaçak bahis teasing the nipples with my thumbs as she closed her eyes in delight.

“Kiss me,” I sighed, leaning forward. She accepted my kiss for a moment, then pulled away. “What’s wrong?” I asked.

“You’re so much younger than I am,” she said. “It doesn’t feel right… you teaching me,” she told me.

I gave them a gentle tweak. “Does that feel nice?” I asked.

“Oh my God Macey,” she moaned, closing her eyes again.

“I’ll take that as a ‘Yes’,” I said with a smirk.

“But it doesn’t ‘feel’ right,” she repeated.

“Shut up and kiss me,” I told her, moving my face up to hers. She opened her mouth and accepted my kiss, allowing me to push my tongue in as she sucked on it gently. “I want to eat you,” I told her, pushing her back on the bed. I swung my leg over and sat astride her tummy as I opened the dress wide, taking both breasts in my hands, rolling them around and kneading them firmly.

“Oh God Macey,” she moaned again.

“What is it my love?” I asked softly.

“Nothing. Just don’t stop.”

“I can assure you I have no intention of stopping now,” I told her, smiling down at her beautiful body.

“How many times have you done this?” she asked.

“Why? Do you think I need more practice?” I laughed, bending down to lick one.

“Oh no. Definitely not,” she said, “but you can practice on me anytime you want if you think it would help,” she giggled.

“Oh, you bad, bad woman,” I told her, laughing. “Just for that I think I’ll punish you,” I said, tweaking her nipples more firmly.

“Oh no, she said softly, feigning her ladylike distress by placing the back of her hand over her forehead and turning her head to one side. As she did so, she exposed her bare shaved underarm for the first time, exciting me more than she could have possibly imagined, but it was far too early to reveal my weird fetish about where I liked to lick my lovers. At the same time the tendon on her neck pulled up into that delicious ridge of flesh that I loved, and it looked so inviting I simply couldn’t resist. I reached down and kissed her neck, giving the ridge a gentle bite.” Oh God,” she cried again. “Please Macey. I can’t stand it.”

“What can’t you stand my love?” I teased, my lips moving downward across her throat toward those wonderfully full, firm breasts. I shuffled down until my bottom was nestled on the top of her thighs and I took one full breast in my mouth, pinching the nipple between my lips as I squeezed it in my hand.

“That,” she moaned. “I can’t stand that.”

“Pity,” I told her, “because I’ve only just started.” I began to suck on the big, swollen nipple, pulling it up and stretching it, then letting it plop back as I released it, making her cry out softly as the mammaric flesh wobbled and jiggled like a big round blancmange. I did the same with the other one, delighting in her cries of pleasure as I teased and tormented her, first one then the other, over and over again. They looked good enough to eat.

“Stop. Please stop,” she moaned.

“Why? Don’t you like it?” I asked, pouting and looking hurt.

“Of course I like it, you silly girl. I love it, but I can’t stand it.”

“Oh, that’s a shame,” I told her, “because I’m going to do this until you beg me to eat you,” I added, suckling hard on one stiff nipple.

“Oh no,” she moaned. “Oh no. How many times have you done this before?” she asked.

“It’s rude to ask a lady personal questions like that,” I told her. “Just close your eyes and enjoy it.”

“Where did you learn to do this?” she asked.

“I used to be a baby,” I told her with a wicked little laugh.

“Oh my God… it feels so good,” she moaned softly.

“Wait ’til I get you downstairs,” I told her.

“What? Why do you want to go downstairs?”

“I don’t mean downstairs in the lounge or the kitchen,” I told her. “I mean ‘this’ downstairs,” I added, stroking her muff through her panties.

“Oh…” she moaned, sounding slightly nervous.

“Just relax and enjoy it,” I whispered. “Stop talking. Just relax. Let me give you what I’ve longed to do for so long.”

“You longed for me?” She sounded surprised.

“You’re so beautiful. How could I not want you?” I said softly, kissing my way downward over her smooth flat tummy.

“Oh no… Please no,” she moaned.

“I do wish you’d stop saying that,” I told her, “and I hope you’re paying attention my love, because there will be a practical test on this afterwards,” I joked.

“A test?” she echoed, giving me a quizzical look.

“Of course. You can do this for me when it’s your turn.”

“My turn?”

“Shhh…” I said softly, raising a finger to my lips.

I shuffled down further and pulled the rest of her dress open to reveal a pair of beautiful pink lace panties adorning her slim hips, a dark damp patch obscuring a light bush of golden hair from view. I slid down off the end of the bed and knelt on the floor at her feet, kissing her knees as I coaxed them gently apart. The skin of her thighs was pale and creamy, with hardly any sign of cellulite, and I began to kiss the soft flesh, starting from the inside of her knees and working my way upward, very, very slowly.

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Sam woke up the next morning with his usual morning hard on. As he put his hand on his erection yesterday’s events suddenly leapt to the forefront of his mind. He felt himself blushing as he was submerged with a wave of humiliation. He remembered he was going to be working in a gay porn shop for the foreseeable future, he remembered picking up an enormous dildo, but worst of all he remembered watching the video in Mr Tobias’ office and another man playing with his penis and making him cum.

He shot out of bed muttering to himself “I am not gay. I’m not a pooftah.”

Luckily he was alone, his roommate had not come back last night. He decided he was going to prove he was not gay. He went to his laptop and went to his favourite porn site. It featured older women bossing younger men and telling them how to bring the older women pleasure. He liked to tell himself he liked this site because it was educational and he would have a better knowledge of how to please a girl when the opportunity arose. But deep down he knew he liked this particular site because he was submissive.

Anyway he went to his favourite scene and started to watch. He became erect instantly and it featured a woman having sex with a boy. Phew he was not gay. He felt he had something to prove and he whacked off harder and quicker than normal.

Afterwards he cleaned up and showered. Relieved he was a normal heterosexual male.

He had a lecture at 10 and then went to the library for an hour or so. Had some lunch with a class mate and then went back to his dorm to chill out.

He did not want to go back to the store tonight and see Mr Tobias. But he knew he had to. He was worried by the connection between Mr Tobias and the Dean of his college. But he decided he had to make it clear he was not gay, he was not going to take part in any more sexual activities in the store.

He then remembered how he had been hard all the time in the shop. Time was running out but he had an idea. He would have another wank now, so he would not be hard when he went to work. There was no time to set up his laptop so he started using one of his favourite fantasies. This dark haired 40 year old woman was telling him to crawl towards her and worship her pussy with his mouth and tongue. His hand was working furiously on his little dick and he felt himself getting closer to orgasm. Just as he shot his load he thought of Mr Tobias’ hand stroking his cock.

Ugh! Why did I think about that disgusting man as I was coming? Did it mean I liked him touching me? Did it mean I was gay? No of course not I started to rationalise, it was my fantasy of the older woman that turned me on and got me excited and Mr Tobias’ hand job only came to mind because I had worried about it all day. Having reached a conclusion, I quickly got dressed. I wore the same clothes as yesterday and thought I won’t get a hard on this evening, so it won’t matter what I am wearing. I climbed on to my bike and rode without enthusiasm to my job. As I rode I fantasised that I was riding to a proper book shop and I could talk to the customers about the latest New York Times best seller, or whether Shakespeare was a sexist or a feminist?

I arrived at work and went straight to Mr Tobias’s office. He was seated behind his desk and waved me in.

“Good to see you Sam. I’m very glad we haven’t scared you off and you’ve come back for more fun at the store. Did you enjoy yourself last night?”

I’m quite clever and you would have thought I would have prepared an answer for such a question. It was obvious he would ask it. But I hadn’t. All I managed to say was “I’m not gay.”

“Sam, I know you enjoyed it. I’ve got your pictures to prove it.”

“You said you would delete them.”

“I am going to show them to you in a minute and you can delete them yourself. First I’m going to give myself a whiskey as it’s after 5 and I don’t like drinking by myself so I’m going to give you one too,”

With that he stood up and turned away. I could hear him pouring the drinks but could not see it.

Mr Tobias grinned to himself as he stirred in some blue powder into Sam’s drink. He thought that psychiatrist, Pavlov, was right. Ring a bell when you give a dog a bone and the dog will always think it’s going to eat a bone when he hears the bell. Give a boy a boner every time he goes into a gay shop he’s going to think he’s gay and he’s going to want to suck on a bone.

Yesterday had gone well, Sam had his first orgasm at the hands of another man and he had come back for more. In his conscious mind he might not think so but the Pavlovian reaction was already working and in his subconscious Sam knew he was going to get another orgasm today.

Mr Tobias handed me my drink, I took a sip and did not grimace today. He sat beside me on the sofa and handed me his phone. “Have a look at the pictures and tell me you were not in post orgasmic heaven. When you’ve had a good look delete them off the phone, understand I keep my word.” Mr Tobias smiled to himself as he said that knowing he had HD video canlı bahis of the whole session. He did not need the pictures on the phone.

He picked up the office phone and I heard him say. “Tony, Sam is wearing the same clothes as yesterday. Can you dig out something more appropriate? PAUSE. Yes something that won’t scare the customers away. PAUSE… No I don’t think Sam would feel comfortable in shorts. PAUSE…. Yes perfect, I’ll send him out in about 5 minutes to get them.”

He turned to me. “I told you yesterday you could not wear those clothes again in my store. Tony is going to get you something more appropriate to wear.”

I stood up to go and get them. “No rush, give Tony a chance to get them. Actually what size are you?”

I sat back down and said I am small to medium in most things.

“I can see that.” Mr Tobias asked me a few more questions about the uni all the while encouraging me to drink my whiskey. He wanted to delay Sam in his office for about 10 minutes so that when he was looking at the pictures on his phone or putting on the new clothes his hard on would kick in.

After a few minutes he told me to go to Tony and pick up the clothes and come back to the office.

Sam went out into the store over to the cashier’s desk. Tony was all smiles as he said Hi and handed me over a small package in a brown bag. “Tell Mr Tobias if he doesn’t like the colour I can change it or if the clothes don’t fit I can get another size.”

Sam just nodded and went back to the office. Mr Tobias held out his hand and he gave him the package.

“Pale blue.” He said as he handed me some pale blue fabric. I held it up and saw a very small pale blue stretchy shirt. He then reached into the bag and pulled out some matching yoga trousers.

“I think you’ll look good in those. Get changed.”

I looked around wondering where he expected me to get changed.

“Hurry up! You’re on the clock. Just get changed over there.” Pointing to the middle of the room.

I hesitated, I did not want to get changed in front of him.

He raised his voice. “Sam, don’t be so stupid. I have already seen your little dick, you’ve got nothing to hide. It’s not as if I don’t see a hundred cocks a day and they are all bigger than yours. So get changed before I lose my temper.”

My face was burning with humiliation. I walked over to the centre of the room. I took off my shirt and tie. I picked up the stretchy shirt and slid it over my head, as I pulled it down my chest and put my arms in the sleeves I could feel it clinging to me. I pulled it down and it reached just below my navel. As I looked at myself it seemed as if my skin had turned blue. Every contour of my body was on display.

I turned my back to Mr Tobias and pulled down my trousers. I left on my boxer shorts and stepped in to the yoga pants. I pulled them up and turned to face Mr Tobias. He was busy looking at his computer and it took a while for him to notice I was changed.

“Turn round! I want to get a look at you and make sure you are displaying our clothes in the best way.”

I got half way round and I heard him laughing. “You’ve got a bad case of visible panty line. You need to take off your underwear.”

I turned to face him. “I always wear boxers. Haven’t you got something else I can wear?”

“Sam! You need to read your contract. It clearly states you will be required to wear a uniform as needed by me and in addition you may at times be asked to model and or demonstrate any item we sell in this store.” I wanted to complain that as yet I had not had a proper look at my contract. Instead I just looked at the floor and kept quiet.

He continued in a quieter tone “If you really want to wear underwear, I’ll get Tony to bring you some that won’t show under your pants.”

He picked up the phone and called Tony. When he finished speaking he told me to strip and to stop wasting time.

I slipped down the yoga pants and stepped out of my boxers. I was now naked except for a skin tight pale blue lycra top. Everything below my waste was on display. I put my hands in front of my privates trying to hide as much as I could.

Just then Tony walked into the room. He went straight to Mr Tobias and handed him something.

Mr Tobias laughed and said perfect.

Sam come here and get your underwear. I walked over to the desk keeping my hands in front. Tony was staring at me. I was so embarrassed to be bare-assed in front of 2 men, 2 men I worked for.

I reached over and Mr Tobias handed me the merest scrap of material. It was pink and tiny.

“That’s a thong. They won’t show under your yoga pants and leave your cute little ass on display.”

“I can’t wear these, they are for girls.” I replied.

“Boy, you are beginning to piss me off. Every time we tell you to do something you complain and argue. Now just put them on before I lose my temper and punish you. You won’t like that.”

The situation reminded me of a favourite video that turned me on. The older woman ordered the boy bahis siteleri to put on girl panties just like these and it always gave me an erection. But that was a woman and this was a man and I didn’t have an erection.

I reached out and took the thong. I moved back to the centre of the room and stepped into it. When I pulled it up over my dick I noticed it had a small bow on the front. It felt strange as the rear fabric pulled right up my ass crack. I could feel it resting on my anus.

Horror of horrors. I could feel my cock beginning to get hard. How the fuck could that happen? I had wanked less than hour ago and here I was half naked in front of 2 men wearing girl’s knickers getting a hard on.

I quickly reached down and pulled up the yoga pants, hoping they would help to hide my growing penis from the eyes of Mr Tobias and Tony.

I was barefoot and Mr Tobias asked Tony to get me some suitable shoes.

He then turned to me and said. “Sit down on the sofa. Let’s look at the pictures from yesterday and then you can delete them.”

I sat down and Mr Tobias joined me on the sofa, he was sitting up close. I was very aware this was how we were sitting when he game a hand job.

He lifted up his phone and pulled up the pictures. There I was lying in a post orgasmic haze. There was spunk all over me from around my zip, up my shirt and even on my face.

He held the phone towards me. “Delete it.” I did so and the next one appeared it showed the same thing but from a different angle.

Just then Tony came in holding a pair of pale blue sneakers. “Tony, look at the straight boy enjoying some gay fun. Doesn’t he look as if he had a good time at the hands of another man?”

He walked around and Mr Tobias handed the phone to Tony. He smirked as he looked at the picture. “He sure looks good covered in come. He would look even better if he had more”

Mr Tobias replied. “We’ll see if he wants to play again after his shift.”

Tony was staring at my crotch. “He definitely will, he’s getting turned on just looking at those pictures, or it might be, he’s excited by wearing girl’s panties. But he’s got an erection again.”

“Oh yes, so he has. It’s a little hard to see. Even with tight clothes his penis is so small it’s hard to see when erect.” Said Mr Tobias.

These 2 men talking about me and my small dick was embarrassing me. But at the same time my penis was not showing any signs of softening. If anything this talk was making it harder.

Mr Tobias was feeling very pleased with himself. He had got the timing with the Viagra just right. It was perfect that Sam got an erection just as he put on the thong.

“Look at the little boy. He has put on a girly thong and he gets hard. Despite all his protestations about Pooftahs and their unspeakable acts, he is definitely a faggot. I think he’s going to turn out to be a sissy boi. Are you a sissy, Boi?” He asked.

I kept looking at the floor and did not answer him.

“Well Tony he’s not denying it so let’s all agree he’s a sissy boi. In the next couple of days we’ll need to dig out some more clothes that a sissy will feel comfortable in.”

I wanted to tell them to shut up. I wanted to shout I’m not a sissy. But I was struck dumb. My mind was still processing that I am standing here in skin tight clothes, a girl’s thong and an erection.

“Sam, stand up and come over here. I’m going to take some pictures so you can see what you look like. Tony, I think I need to get a mirror in here so Sami can use it when he wants to dress up.” With that he held up his phone and started clicking away.

“Turn to the side. Now let’s get a view of your butt in a thong and yoga pants. That’s perfect. Face me again.” I don’t know why but I followed his instructions without question. It was as if I had lost all control, but at the same time I felt what I was doing was wrong, perverted and disgusting. Trying to reconcile all these emotions was doing my head in and leaving me confused. Every time I thought, no I’m a man I would remember Mr Tobias saying the cock does not lie. And there was my little dick standing up proudly saying I’m a sissy. Looking back at it, I think this confusion was what made it so easy to manipulate me.

When he finished he sat down again and asked me to sit beside him. “Here have a look at yourself and tell me you’re a real man.” He laughed as he handed me the phone.

I burnt with humiliation when I looked at the pictures. There was a small boy in skin tight clothes. He had no muscle, he was short, he was skinny and he definitely had a small erection. From behind it was even worse because my butt looked kind of full and feminine. One thing for sure, my butt was smooth and there was no sign of underwear. That was definitely not a man’s ass.

“Now you’ve seen them you can delete them. I know you don’t want these pictures getting out.” I did as he suggested and deleted all the pics.

“Sam, I hope you are beginning to trust me a little bit. I’m letting you delete the pics after bahis şirketleri you have seen them. I want you to see how others see you. With the best will in the world you don’t look like a man, at best you look like a little boy but today you look like a sissy boy.”

At that I finally spoke. “I am only looking like a sissy because you are making me wear these girly clothes. When I wear my normal clothes I look fine.”

“Sam you only have yourself to blame. I told you to wear something more suitable for the store and you turned up in the same middle aged clothes as yesterday. I would also say it’s not the clothes that make you look like a sissy but the little boy inside them. Tony go and put on the same clothes and show Sam how a real man looks.”

Tony walked out of the office. Mr Tobias took the opportunity to refill our glasses. He handed my second whiskey of the afternoon I started to feel a bit fuzzy around the edges.

“Today Sam you are going to have the same training as yesterday. Once we have compared your manliness to Tony you’ll join him out on the shop floor. He’ll show you some more stock and let you look around the store. I also want you to start interacting with the customers. Remember the saying, the customer is always right. So if a customer asks you to do something you need to do it. I won’t be happy if I hear complaints and you’ll be punished.”

“What do you mean Punished?” I asked in a quivering, slightly slurred voice.

“I’ll make sure Tony teaches you about our stock items designed to cause pain. So you’ll know what to expect.”

“You can’t do that it’s against the law to hurt people.”

“Sam you’re right of course, it is normally against the law to hurt someone. But if someone gives their consent then it’s perfectly acceptable and legal. If someone signed a contract that had a whole section agreeing that their boss was allowed to punish them, then the punishments will be within the law.”

I could see where this was going. I felt my face burning and I realised I had probably signed such a contract. Oddly my dick stayed stubbornly hard. What was wrong with me? My boss was talking about hurting me and my cock was excited.

“I see you already understand.” Mr Tobias reached down to his drawer and took out a folder. He pulled out some papers and turned the relevant page towards me. “Here’s your contract.” I could see the words ACCEPTABLE PUNISHMENTS. Mr Tobias moved his finger to my initials at the bottom of the page.

“There we have it Sam. You have already consented that I can punish you in a variety of ways. As I told you before you need to read a contract before signing it. I’m sure this is a lesson that will hold you in good stead in the future. Don’t even think about saying you were rushed into signing it. You signed it and that’s all that matters.”

Just then Tony walked back into the room, wearing the identical clothes. More accurately he strode masterfully into the office. He seemed taller than before. I could see every muscle on his body was outlined. His chest, his abs, his biceps were all straining the fabric to breaking point. His six pack was fully on display. There was no mistaking him for a sissy.

I looked lower and his cock and balls were totally on display in the yoga pants. The cock though soft looked bigger than mine. It was thrust forward by the big set of balls below it. I did not know it at the time but he had a bit of help from cock ring which pushed everything to the front.

“Go and stand next to Tony!” Mr Tobias commanded.

I stood up and slowly made my way beside him. No one said anything, they didn’t need to. I felt small and puny beside him.

Mr Tobias stood up and started taking some pictures with his phone.

“Tony show some muscle.”

Tony struck a body builder pose and curled his right bicep.

“Sam you do the same.”

I didn’t move.

“Sam you don’t want me to punish you before you start work. Now copy Tony’s pose.”

I tried but even as I did it I knew I just looked stupid. Where Tony’s bicep bulged under the stretchy lycra, mine just stayed flat.

The phone was still in Mr Tobias’ hand recording my humiliation.

“Go into the shop with Tony. Remember the customer is always right. You are on the verge of being punished so don’t step out of line. The smallest problem and your ass will be red.”

Tony and I walked into the store. We both went to the counter and sat down. There was no one in the store and so Tony stood up and took me quite roughly by the arm. He marched to a section I had not been in before. It was marked THE DUNGEON.

We went through a fake arch into a dimly lit room. On one wall there were shelves and hooks holding all manner of strange looking things. On another a large cross. The centre of the room was dominated some leather hanging from a metal frame. I was later to learn it was called a sling. One other wall had shelves with lots of smaller items, they glinted in the lights but I had no idea what they were.

“If you fuck up badly then you will be punished in here. If it’s less severe you will be punished in the office and sometimes in the store itself. So it’s best to do as you are told and to follow instructions immediately and accurately.'”

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When I was in my 20s, I worked regularly as a figure drawing model, mostly for colleges and private drawing groups. I had some yoga training and could be steady in poses for a long time. I was also completely comfortable being nude and being watched while I was nude – artists have told me that this is actually the most important thing for a model. I did this for around 10 years, and then was too busy with career and family to continue. I do miss it sometimes – I felt a tremendous excitement when I removed my robe and stared posing. And I always loved looking at the drawings, paintings or sculptures that the artist created.

I am now looking back upon my experiences, and plan to write about many. I will start with the most unusual things that I did.

At one of the groups, one of the artists often asked me about doing a crucifixion pose. I assumed he was joking, but one day at break, he told me that he was very serious. I told him I would do it for much more than my usual fee. This was a long time ago – if I remember correctly, I usually got $10 an hour. So I asked for $100 an hour.

He asked me if he could have other artists there to share costs, and I said that sounded fine. We agreed to do a two hour session.

The session was to be held in his home. Although I was a graduate student, the town I lived in (Princeton) was very affluent. The artist (let’s call him James) owned a house in a very wealthy part of Princeton. When I arrived, he took me to his studio. It was a large room with lots of natural light with a hard wood floor. Many of his paintings and drawings (a few of me) were on the walls – some still in progress. There was a large wooden crucifix that was attached to one wall, with four easels surrounding it.

I went into the corner of the room, and took off my clothes. I started to put on my robe, but James told me that there was no need for this. James told me that he and the other artists would like to do additional drawings of me when I was resting from the strain of being on the cross. After I took off my clothes, James walked over to me. Since what I was to do was extremely demanding, we needed to discuss how long I was to hold my pose. We agreed that I would do 15 minutes in the pose, and then we would see if I needed a break.

James told me that the other artists were in the next room, since I might bahis firmaları want privacy as I got into my pose.

I walked to where the crucifix had been placed. There were ropes attached to the arms of the cross, and a little foot rest attached to the body of the cross. I was expecting ropes of course, but what I then saw surprised me. There was a dildo covered with a well-lubricated condom that was connected to the cross. James told me the dildo was called a cornu. He said I would be much more comfortable if the dildo was inserted into my anus when I was up on the cross since I would have a little more support for my body. I would be able to hold the pose much more easily with the additional support.

James told me that he had discussed me with another artist named George. George was a very wealthy retiree who liked to hire models privately. I had been posing for George weekly for the past few months; George liked hiring models privately so he could fuck them in the ass before drawing them. George’s theory was that young male models are more relaxed and more subservient when they have the artist’s semen inside them.

James told me that he knew that I am comfortable being penetrated anally, but he would like to open me up first before I got into position. He had me go on all fours, and he unzipped his fly. His dick was already hard. I could see his dick as fairly small and not particularly thick. I arched my back to allow for easier penetration, and could feel the tip of his dick against my already opening asshole. He slowly entered me. It felt so good! I also had never been fucked by a fully dressed man before and this was very exciting to me.

I started rocking my hips forward and back, and James pumped into me harder and harder. I could feel him getting bigger inside me and then he spurted his semen into me.

James pulled out, and I could see that we were no longer alone in the room. The other three artists were standing and watching us. They were three men, all in their 60s and 70s. I had never met any of them before.

One of the men told James that I would be excellent; I was nice and thin with little body fat. I was also very subservient, and would clearly do whatever I was told.

I stood up, and could feel a little semen come out of my asshole. On command, I walked over to the crucifix. One of the kaçak iddaa men grabbed me by my hips and lifted me up. He maneuvered by butt so that my asshole was touching the cornu, and then lowered me so that the dildo was completely inside me.

My feet were resting on the foot rest, and two other men attached my arms to the ropes on top of the cross. For a final step, my ankles were then attached to the cross.

The pose was actually surprisingly comfortable. I could move my body only a little as my four limbs were all tied with ropes. I could move my head from side to side. I could also move my hips a little bit – both side to side, and up and down.

James told me that he knew I was great model, and never moved. But because this pose was so demanding, I should feel free to move a little if I wanted to.

After a few minutes in position, I started moving my hips up and down a little to relieve the pressure a bit on my shoulders. Moving my hips caused the dildo to rub against my prostate. This felt incredible, and I started to get hard.

James saw this, and told me that he knew that I was very professional and that I never got erections while posing for a class. But erections on a cross, especially when the model has his asshole penetrated by a cornu, were inevitable and I just enjoy. Every model they had ever drawn on the cross had gotten erect, and most had ejaculated.

So I just went with it. I could feel myself getting bigger and bigger, harder and harder. After a few minutes, I came. It was the best orgasm I had ever had in my life! If felt like it lasted for about a minute, with one pulse after another. My semen was all over my belly and legs.

I was in great shape back then, and only weighed 140 pounds. It actually wasn’t as bad as I expected. After the fifteen minutes were up, the members of the group made me an offer. If I would stay on the cross for 30 minutes before my break, they would double my pay. Since I felt OK, I said yes.

A few minutes later, I ejaculated again. This time, my erection subsided. The time passed, I did my up and down dance, and eventually the cross was lowered. I was untied and I lifted myself off the dildo. James gave me a towel to wipe the semen off me and off the floor. There was no way I could do anything other than just go into fetal position and rest. The artists then kaçak bahis moved around me and started some sketches. Some were in front of me and some behind me. Afterwards, they showed me their drawing.

Since the dildo had been in me for so long, my anus was gaping wide open and there was lube leaking out. I didn’t realize this until I saw the sketches (though in all fairness, they may have exaggerated the opening). It looked like I was ready to be fucked!

After 15 minutes of rest, I was lifted back into position. Once again, I got an erection and ejaculated. One again, semen dripped down me, but less this time.

Because I was so tired during break, I forgot to go pee! And now I really needed to. I held it in for as long as I could, but then lost control and peed all over the hardwood floor, though some went on me also. James told me not to worry about this – peeing was also inevitable on the cross.

The time passed, and my arms were getting very tired. My erection came and went, and I ejaculated one more time. This time, I actually was up there for a full hour.

When the brought me down and untied me, I could only lay on the ground. I realized in a couple of minutes that I was actually lying in my pee. But I couldn’t do anything about that yet.

While I was lying there, James brought me four hundred dollar bills in a jar. All the other artists then came around me and told me how wonderful I had been. They each put more money in the jar for me, as a tip. I made myself move eventually, got my clothes on, and left.

This had been a wonderful experience. When I next saw James, he told me that I had done very well, but the group only liked to use each model once.

Some photos had been taken of me so that the artists could do paintings from them. They also sold the photos to collectors when they were finished with the painting, and the model always received the money from the sale.

James was true to his word – two years later, at the end of a session for a life drawing group, James handed me an envelope with nine hundred dollars.

This story was brought back to me a few weeks ago. This experience was very powerful to me, and I sometimes like to look at crucifixion artwork and photographs. I went onto a certain website, and saw that some photos of me were on the site.

There was a photo of me on the cross with my hips to one side; there was a photo of me with an enormous erection; and there was a photo of me with a stream of urine coming out of my dick. No one would possibly know that this had been me.

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