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Part 4 of this story returns to the opening scene from Part 1 and returns to Jenny’s perspective. I encourage you to read the stories in order.

*****

I’m the only one there and the bartender looks eager for company. “What can I get you?”

“Umm. A shot. Anything. No, make it a Tequila.”

“Nervous?”

I nod as I reached for the shot. I’m shaking like a leaf. The liquid burns my throat. I’ve only drank Tequila one other night and that was almost 12 years ago.

I check my watch. No, he isn’t late, I’m early. Really early. I’m trying to relax and appear confident, but it’s hard. No one else ever made me feel this way. I hardly know him other than a long weekend and some recent texts and phone calls. But seeing him in person after all this time is a lot of pressure. What if he isn’t attracted to me? What if I’m not attracted to him? It’s been 12 years and a lot has changed.

This is too much, I can’t do this. I should leave. I place my credit card on the counter and run my hand through my hair trying to reconcile my conflicting feelings.

“You are so beautiful. And you still play with your hair when you get nervous.”

The baritone voice and light accent hasn’t changed in 12 years. He has started to grey, but his hair is still dark, thick and curly enough that I feel compelled to touch him. I slide of the stool and approach him, hesitantly. I decide a hug is safer, but his lips have suddenly found mine. Not a long kiss, but not a peck either. It feels good. Unexpected, but really good.

“I’m well. Especially now that the elusive Jenny has agreed to meet with me.”

He’s right. It was my fault nothing more happened between us. I was so caught up in my new career that I didn’t try to bridge the almost four thousand miles between us. Calls soon turned to emails, which turned into an occasional card. But then Mark emailed me last month to let me know he was coming to the United States to teach for the semester. Well, it made sense to connect over a meal. Neither of us are in a serious relationship, so we agreed to a lunch to start. I spent the last few days pretending not to care much about this casual reconnection, but the clothes I left strewn on my bed told a different story.

As I sign my bill, Mark steps closer to me and sniffs the shot glass. “Is this what I think it is?”

I laugh. “Yes, Mark. For sentimental reasons and nerves, I had a tequila. My first time in 12 years.”

“You don’t say. Don’t tell me you morphed back into reserved Jennifer?”

The short answer is yes, I have. But I’m not going to tell Mark that work had consumed me and I my love life wouldn’t even get an R rating. I certainly mobilbahis güvenilir mi haven’t been experiencing the kind of passion Mark and I had 12 years ago. But Ill let him continue to conjure up crazy fantasies he maintains about me.

“Oh Mark. Surely you know a Tigress can’t shed her stripes.” My wink earns a big laugh. Well played, Jenny, I think to myself.

The hostess seats us at a table with a beautiful view of the gardens and even though we were in a different city, I find myself wishing we could have had the view of the water, for old time’s sake.

Mark notices my apprehension and whispers to the hostess who is now moving us to a table on the other side. She removes the Reserved sign and pulls out my chair.

“How did you manage that, Mark? Oh, don’t tell me. You know someone who works here.”

Something like that. He laughs. “You have a great memory, Jenny.” Then he got serious. “Tell me, Jenny, is life good?”

I want to tell him all about the ups and downs of the past decade, but I hardly know him. So instead, I nod. “Life is good, even though I spend too much time at the office.”

He shakes his head. “Someone like you. Single. If I was here, I would be courting you every day.”

He has to be embellishing, right? But it still feels good to have someone flirt with me.

We continue to chat over lunch and Mark shares what he has been doing this past decade. I want to find out more about what happened with his wife, but I can tell it still hurts. Before we know it, the time is 1:30.

“Oh no, Mark. I’m so sorry. I have to be in a meeting by 2 and I need to leave now or I’ll be late.” I kiss him on the cheek. “Let’s do this again.”

I can tell he is hurt, and he does his best to put on a smile. “As always, my Jenny, you have given me a couple of hours of pure sunshine. It was such a pleasure.”

As soon as I leave, I regret how I handled the lunch. I’m tempted to call him, but I have a lot to do for my upcoming presentation. As much as I try to focus the rest of the afternoon, I find myself thinking about Mark. I check my text, but there isn’t anything. What do you expect, Jennifer. You kinda blew him off again.

When I get home, I kick off my shoes, pour myself a glass of Sauvignon Blanc, grab a plate of strawberries, and let the tub fill up. I am going to treat myself tonight.

I slide off my clothes and allow myself to model in the full mirror. Running has kept my legs in great shape, though I could lose the crow’s feet around my eyes. My boobs still look good, but I find myself lifting them and imagining they were an inch higher and a size larger.

Maybe mobilbahis I held on to them a little longer than necessary, but it has been awhile since anyone had touched them, including me. I can’t remember the last time I had an orgasm. Soon I find myself watching my nipples grow harder in the mirror. I better stop, I think, before I miss my bath altogether.

I slide into the bubbles and close my eyes, treating myself to several more succulent strawberries. I soon find myself thinking about the harsh Tequila shot today and how different it was from my first two shots with Mark, which led to me losing my blouse and my virginity. I trace the outlines of my breasts, trying to remember Mark’s lingering tongue.

Maybe I should apologize. I pick up my phone. “How are you?”

He texts back, “Jenny! I miss you already.”

“Sorry about Lunch. Lost track of time. Forgive me?”

“Oh, Jenny, IDK. You keep breaking my heart.”

“I’ll make it up to you”

?

“I’ll think of something”

“You could start with a selfie”

“I can’t.”

“Heartbreaker”

“Naked in bath”

“Bubbles?”

“Yep”

“Cover yourself”

The angel on my right shoulder keeps whispering something about being a professional woman, but the devil on my left keeps pouring more wine and telling me to stop being so reserved. I laugh, blow hard towards my right shoulder and snap the picture. You can see the top of my breasts, but not enough to be scandalous. I hit send before I can change my mind.

“U are so sexy, Jenny”

“Now you need to send one.”

I feel the buzzing and look at his picture. Mark is still wearing the same outfit and he looks good. Really good.

“Not fair”

“Selfie. Just like you.”

“But I was naked in the bath”

“Covered up”

“Please. Show me skin.” I can’t believe the words forming in my head. My phone buzzes again and this time he has no shirt. He looks good. He has filled out some, but it is in the right places. No belly and his broad shoulders now have more muscle on them. I feel myself wanting more.

“Your turn”

What does he mean? I’m not going to send him anything else.

“Done with pictures for the night”

“No fair. You’ve got to give me something”

“Okay, touching my breast right now.”

“Really?”

“Yep”

“I should be there. Remember the first time?”

“Of course.” How could I forget? He made me come just using his hands and mouth on my breasts. I start to rub my breasts while talking into my phone. “What about you?”

?

“Whatcha doing? R u hard?”

“Maybe”

“Now who’s a tease?”

“LOL. mobilbahis giriş Yes. Very Hard. Stroking myself.”

“Where r u?”

“Hotel”

“Picture”

I can see his hotel room, but not him. But then I look closely in the mirror and see his reflection. He isn’t kidding- he is hard. I dip my hand and slowly rub.

“Nice. Can we have a do over?”

“U seemed busy”

I don’t know why, but at that moment I really want Mark. I start to imagine him naked in front of me. I would do anything to have him inside me right now.

“Please, I’ll make it up to u”

?

“2nd Fantasy”

“U remember?

“Vividly”

“Deal. Saturday night. Instructions to follow. Step 1: Save yourself”

“Will do. U2”

I try to save myself, But my hormones are racing and it has been so long. Too long. Before I realized what I am doing, my hand starts stroking myself. I close my eyes and grab my left breast with my right hand while my left hand continues to rub in circles. It comes on me suddenly and before I know it, I am seeing sparks and my head bangs against the tub. I laugh. A big hearty laugh that I haven’t felt in a long time. That Mark, I think to myself. How does he do this to my body?

I dry myself off and put on my towel and make a quick salad. As I am cleaning up the kitchen, my mind wanders back to that picture of Mark. Using my fingers, I expand the picture he sent and take a screen shot. He really does look so yummy. His dark patch of hair on his abdomen seems to invite me to keep dropping lower and lower.

I clean up the dishes and go upstairs to read. I take off my towel and jump in the covers. Normally I wear panties or shorts, but tonight I want to feel the sheets against my body. Soon, my nipples are hard again. I can’t concentrate on my book, so I pull up some stories online. In no time, I find myself wet again. I need something inside of me this time. More than just my fingers. I want to feel full. I still remember the feeling of Mark stretching me.

Wait, I have that gag gift from Kat’s bachelorette party. I remove the packaging and insert the batteries. Now back in bed, I turn the setting to low and push the thick dildo inside of me. I pull it out a little and slowly push it in deeper. It’s almost too thick, even though I’m very wet. A moan escapes as I put it in another inch. The squishing sound brings back memories and I soon find myself pushing it in and out faster. My left hand finds my clit and I start to slowly rub. My right hand continues to push this thick object stretching me until I find myself trembling and grabbing onto the bed with my free hand. I’m struggling to keep quiet but suddenly a noise rumbles from my throat, like a wild animal crying out. Hopefully my neighbors didn’t hear that. I’d be mortified if they did. I find myself falling asleep and turn out the light, letting my head rest next to my new toy and my phone, which I realize was on.

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This story is a fantasy based on real people and actual events. The names have been changed to protect the not quite innocent and the blissfully oblivious.

As difficult as it may be to believe, the real story actually begins with the end of a relationship. But first, indulge me in a little back-story.

Fuck online dating sites. I hate them. They’re useless. They’re full of the undateable people, the ones you would walk by on the street and never give a second look to. Women like the crazy friend of the girl you’re trying to date that you hope your buddy will distract for a while. Or the obnoxious snot that your high school science teacher always matched you up with as a lab partner and you hated them for it. Or the uptight one that was a friend of a friend that you used to sit at the same table with at lunch that you used to say nasty things to just to get a reaction out of them. Yeah, they’re all there.

The websites themselves are all clusterfucks. You can spend hours browsing through the too heavy, the too short, the mentally deficient, and the batshit crazy. If you’re lucky you’ll find a profile of someone who seems attractive and normal, write them a witty message, and never hear back from them. As far as finding what you’re looking for, you may as well go shopping for a prom dress in the dollar store. That’s what it feels like most of the time. But please don’t get offended by my dim view of dating sites. I’m all over them.

I mean, when you’re a 40 year old single dad, a homebody with a small group of friends, what are your other options? Despite my struggles, I’ve heard plenty of success stories. So I figure if I’m lucky I might find someone I like, someone that doesn’t make me cringe when I look at them, someone that I can stand being with, someone that may not be looking to chop me into little pieces and hide them in their freezer, someone that can help me overcome the crushing loneliness I feel when I don’t have my daughter, and of course someone I can fuck when I’m horny, which even though I’m 40 is still pretty often. It doesn’t really sound like too much to ask for, does it?

Anyway, let me get on with the story. I was divorced for two years when I met Wendy. Two years! That was two years of trolling around the dating sites. Two years of debating whether or not paying for one of the premium sites was a good idea (hint: no), or waiting for the “free communication weekends” to try to blow through the nonsensical steps on Dr. Neil Clark Warren’s site and actually get into a conversation with someone, only to belatedly realize that she put down that she was a frequent smoker, even though I specifically filtered smokers out of my matches. Two years of hoping that the new message notification I just got on one of the free sites wasn’t from a girl in the Philippines looking to be a mail order bride. Of rolling my eyes every time I got a notification from one of the other free sites that someone wants to meet me, because of the hundreds of notifications I’d gotten already, I hadn’t seen one I’d actually consider meeting yet.

Sometime in the past year I stumbled across a new dating site. It was a site with a different concept than the others. It would send you a match every day. You could like or pass. If you hit like and she hit like, you were connected for 8 days. 8 days to chat and get to know each other. If you hit it off you could move on to talking on the phone or sexting or shopping for curtains or whatever floated your boat.

The biggest issue with the new site was that it had no sense of distance. I live in a small down close to Frederick, Maryland. The ‘big cities’ Baltimore and Washington were a long way off, yet 90% of my matches lived there. I wasn’t a city person to begin with, so the thought of driving an hour or more through heavy traffic to meet a match was unappealing and impractical. I had a full time job and a custody schedule. A long distance relationship just wouldn’t work, not at this point in my life. Sometimes I would like a particularly attractive or interesting match from one of the cities, just for kicks. Sometimes they’d like me back. We’d chat. They’d ask to meet. I’d politely decline. They wouldn’t understand. I’d feel like an ass. Lather. Rinse. Repeat. Online dating sucks.

Despite it all, I did occasionally manage to connect with women sometimes. Over the last two years I’d met several women. Many never got past the first date. We’d meet at a diner or a Starbucks. We’d sit and chat for an hour. Sometimes it was pleasant. Sometimes it was awkward. A few times the woman couldn’t get away from me fast enough at the end. “Thanks for a nice time,” they would say once we were outside, standing a safe distance apart. Then they would turn and practically run to their car. No handshake, no friendly hug and certainly no goodbye kiss. My friends couldn’t understand how that could happen. I was 5’11, 165 pounds, with wavy brown hair and hazel eyes. I’m a good guy for the most part, funny and well-spoken, reasonably fit for my age. So why weren’t women interested? I’d shrug my shoulders. internet casino It is what it is; I’d sigh, swallow my frustration, and move on.

If I made it to a second date there would be a different vibe. What happens now? I would think. Dating before I got married seemed much easier and I think it was because I had so much more free time then. Now I had to fit dates around my custody schedule, and usually the woman’s custody schedule too. When your schedules only match up one day every two weeks there’s an added pressure. Time was precious now. We had to make every moment count, and I could feel the subtle pressure. After most second dates I’d get a hug and maybe a quick kiss. I’d wander away wondering where all of the fast-moving women were. I never seemed to find them.

The few third dates I’d been on were even more awkward. I’d read enough about dating the past two years. Supposedly the third date is when a lot of people are ready to have sex. Not my dates, though. I may get a longer kiss, an awkward moment in semi-privacy while we clumsily make out for a few seconds. And that would be it. I hadn’t made it past that third date yet. The three third dates I’d been on were all my last. A couple of days afterward I would invariably get a text that they think I’m a great guy but it just isn’t working out. I could just about set my watch to it, and pretty much write the text for them. They’d like to be friends (nobody really means this), and that would be that. I’d be left wondering what I’m doing, or what I’m not doing, that was causing these relationships to end the way they were. But I’m digressing again.

So then one day my daily match was Wendy. She only lived a couple of towns over. She was a few years younger than I was. She was heavy but reasonably attractive. I liked her face. I clicked like. The next day I must have shown up as her daily match and she clicked like too. The app sent me a practically delirious notification. We were connected.

She immediately gave me her phone number. Whoa. That wasn’t the protocol. The 8 days we got to chat on the app was for our safety as much as anything else. 8 days to make sure the other person wasn’t crazy, or a Satanist, or didn’t know when they should use their, they’re, or there. Naturally I balked. I hate this app, she said. I hate it too, I said, but I prefer to get to know someone a little first. She relented, and we messaged back and forth for a day or so. Then she said, please, every time I open this app on my phone it crashes. Fine, I thought to myself, scrolling up through our messages to find her number. We’ll text.

Wendy worked in day care, chasing around a bunch of unruly toddlers all day. It worked for her because she was able to be with her son. The money wasn’t good, but her ex husband was good to her financially. It’s good that you have a good relationship with your ex, I remember texting her. I didn’t. I shared a couple of quick stories with her. You’re not supposed to complain about your ex, but sometimes I just can’t help myself. It’s my life, and I can’t hide it or pretend something different. She started texting me a series of “getting to know you” questions, what’s your favorite this, your favorite that. There were dozens of them. She must have been cutting and pasting them from somewhere. Luckily it was a slow day at work for me. I answered her texts when nobody was looking. I idly wondered how much time she spent texting instead of watching the kids. We were two adults, goofing off at work. You’d think we’d have known better, but sometimes the excitement of getting to know someone makes you forget about everything else.

It didn’t take us much longer to meet than it took us to figure out when our schedules would allow us to. Two weeks, maybe three. It was a Saturday afternoon. We picked a deli midway between us, about 10 minutes away from both of us. I never ate there but I heard good things about it. I showed up a few minutes early. She showed up a few minutes late. She looked like she did in her pictures, more or less. Up close it was clear this was a woman who spent too much time in the sun. Her skin was red and heavily freckled. She was about 5’7, and even for a large woman, her breasts were huge. I made a point of not looking at them. I can maintain eye contact, I thought to myself. I’d never been with big-chested women before, but a lot of the women I had been meeting lately were buxom. I didn’t want to be one of those guys who was staring at their chest when I talked to them. I was better than that, I thought to myself, my eyes involuntarily drifting to the hint of cleavage she was showing. Damn.

Lunch was pleasant. Conversation flowed freely. We got along great; however I did note two major red flags about her. One, she mentioned that she was much heavier when she was younger, weighing as much as 350 pounds and eventually losing a lot of weight. Like I said I don’t mind heavy women, but obesity was a different story, and people who lose a lot of weight can’t always keep it off. Second, she admitted to being a major pot smoker. canlı poker oyna I don’t smoke when my son is around, she added quickly… but sometimes on my free weekends with my friends… it’s so relaxing.

I’m not as uptight as I used to be, but I still have no interest in drugs. In fact, somewhere in the hundreds of questions I answered on my dating site profile, they ask about your views on drug use, and I made the comment, ‘if you hand me a joint, your name had better be Paul McCartney.’ So why didn’t I excuse myself right then and sneak out the bathroom window? Well, for one thing there wasn’t a window in the bathroom smartass. The truth is I guess that after two years of being single and getting nowhere my standards were dropping. Besides, I was having a good time with her, despite her foibles.

We finished lunch and felt like we should get out of the restaurant. “There’s a Starbucks a couple of miles down the road,” Wendy said to me, “If you’d like we can go there and hang out a while longer.” I agreed, and we got into our cars and I followed her there. I didn’t drink coffee, so I went to use the restroom while she ordered an iced coffee something something.

We found a table and talked for another two hours. I started mentally preparing for the end of the date. What do I do, do I hug her? Do I kiss her? Will she make it obvious what she’s expecting? Will she initiate? We walked outside and she walked right over to her car. She put her hand on the door. She looked like she was about to make a run for it. Wait, we had a better date than that. Why was she running?

“I had a really nice time,” Wendy said to me, and she paused. I studied her body language. Nothing about it said come closer to me, hug me, or kiss me. I stayed back.

“Me too,” I said, and I watched her open the door and climb into her car, then I walked away.

We texted again as soon as we both were home. You know, I really wanted to kiss you. I said to her. Why didn’t you? She replied. You gave me no indication that you wanted me to, I said. I figured you didn’t want to, she replied. Well, next time then, I said. Dating is hard.

Of course next time was two long weeks away. It was the next time I was free and she was free. We met for lunch again at the exact same place we went to the first time (it was her favorite) and then caught a matinee. After the movie we finally had our first kiss, outside her car in full view of everyone. I felt, well, something, which was good. It was anticipation, maybe? I had brushed a strand of hair away from her face, so I had one hand on her face and the other on her thick arm. I drove away thinking, okay, this is good.

Wendy had rearranged her custody schedule with her ex so it was three long weeks before we could meet again. This time she met me at my house and then we drove together to Ellicott City. We had lunch at a place someone recommended to her. We found a place that had old arcade games and ran around like children. We walked around the town. I wanted to be romantic and affectionate, but I couldn’t seem to find the right moments. We did hold hands while we walked around the town. Do I lean over and kiss her? We sat down on a bench on the sidewalk. Do I kiss her now? I finally did kiss her, awkwardly, because I got tired of waiting for the right moment to come along. I felt like I was sixteen again. However, I could hear a grumbling somewhere in the back of my mind. It shouldn’t be like this. I shouldn’t feel like I’m forcing myself.

Once we had our fill of the town we got back into my car and just drove around. It was one of my favorite things to do. I avoided the major arteries and took her on a scenic drive through the secluded country roads of rural Maryland. I know you’re thinking one of two things, either you’re thinking she’s too trusting to let me drive her out to the middle of nowhere, or that I did it on purpose in order to get her out to the middle of nowhere. Well, maybe she was naïve, but no, I didn’t have any ulterior motives. For all I know I was actually supposed to pull off into an empty field or something and throw myself at her. How would you know for sure that was something I was supposed to do in that situation? Do they have an app for that?

Eventually I drove us back towards our neighborhood and we picked an Italian restaurant for dinner. We got back into my car and I drove her to my place where her car was. She got out of my car and started walking towards hers. Wait, didn’t she want to come inside my house? I wasn’t necessarily expecting sex but I was expecting… something. Wendy took a few steps away and turned to face me. “I really had a great time,” she said, and I moved up to her and kissed her. I don’t know if I was confused or frustrated, but even the tingly anticipation I felt during our first kiss was gone. She pulled away and got into her car. I wandered back into my house, too frustrated to even jerk off.

We texted normally for a couple of days. Good morning, I always started off saying shortly before I left for work. She would poker oyna reply and we would make some small talk. I would invariably make some comment about the traffic after I got to work, or tell her about some crazy thing that happened during the course of my day. On Tuesday she didn’t respond to me after good morning, and I started to get the sneaking suspicion that something was wrong. The entire day passed in silence.

Finally about 8pm the text came. I knew it was bad news just from the size of the text. You’re a really great guy, blah blah blah, but I just don’t see this working out, blah blah blah, I sincerely hope we can be friends, blah blah blah. I’m not sure I even read the entire text all the way through. Who has the stomach for all of this breakup crap anyway?

I thought that I should’ve been upset, but it turned out I wasn’t. Not really. As much as I enjoyed spending time with her I found that I just wasn’t that into her. I realized that I was forcing the romantic moments, hoping to feel something for her. Part of me was downright relieved that I didn’t have to keep trying to push forward with this woman, the pothead with the weight problem. I texted her that I understood and that I hoped we could be friends too. Then I deleted our conversation. I figured that was it. That was the last I would hear from Wendy, except maybe to see her photo in my matches on a dating site once in a while. But like I said before, the real story begins with the end of our relationship.

I texted my closest friends as soon as I was done texting Wendy. My two closest friends are both female. One is a woman I’d known since college. We were always just friends. She got married and had a kid. I got married and had a kid. She got divorced and I got divorced. Why didn’t we hook up now? I know that’s what you’re wondering. It’s not something I can explain easily. The best explanation I can offer is if you knew her like I knew her, you’d know why.

My other closest friend is actually one of the women that I dated three times and then became friends with. It just didn’t work out between us, but we both said we wanted to be friends and meant it. She lived closer to DC and the distance was one of our obstacles, but whenever one of us was in the other’s neighborhood we would try to meet up for lunch or dinner. She actually got into a serious relationship with the next guy she dated after me, so I always teased her about how lucky she was that she dumped me when she did. Both of my friends were wonderfully sympathetic and optimistic.

In my spare time the next day I fine-tuned my profiles on the dating websites. I added a new selfie I took of myself, smiling in my car with my new shades on. I tweaked some of the essay language about who I am and who I was looking for. I tried to convey a hint of melancholy and depth of character. Whatever would get a woman’s attention, right? I eagerly kept going back to the dating apps again and again whenever I had a spare moment during the day. Was my new picture and profile getting any hits? No, no they weren’t. I sighed.

After dinner I settled into my recliner to watch the O’s game. About 8:15 I got a text message. I peered at my phone. It was Wendy. I really wasn’t expecting to hear from her again, but it wasn’t words; it was some kind of voice message. That was odd, I thought to myself. I didn’t know you could do that. Before I could even think about opening the message, my phone rang. It was Wendy. That was odder still. We’d known each other for two months, gone on three dates, and never spoke on the phone before.

“Hi, don’t listen to that,” Wendy said. She sounded out of breath.

“Umm… okay,” I replied.

“I was just messing around with my friends,” Wendy said. There was a pause. “So, how are you?” She asked.

“Okay, how are you?” I echoed, totally perplexed.

“My friends and I were talking about what kind of jobs I’d be good at and one of them mentioned phone sex operator,” Wendy said, the words coming out in a rush, “I just wanted to warn you what it was before you opened it.”

“Okay,” I said.

“Well, have a good night!” Wendy said.

“You too,” I mumbled, and hung up. I toggled back to the text message. It was a 7 second file. I hit play. “Oh, I want to wrap my mouth around your dick,” she said breathlessly, and then she dissolved into laughter, joined by her friends. The file ended. I stared at my phone in disbelief.

I mean, how did she manage to ‘accidentally’ record her voice and then ‘accidentally’ text it to me? I wondered. I shook my head. If life was anything, it was never boring, I mumbled to myself, and set about texting my friends about what just happened. My college friend’s reaction was typical of her. What a wacko, she texted. You’re lucky she broke up with you.

My other friend’s reaction was a little different. Maybe she’s telling you what she really wants to do to you, Danielle texted. I scoffed. Yeah, one day she says she just wants to be my friend, the next she wants to wrap her mouth around my dick, I replied to her. Yeah, Danielle replied, fuck buddies. Think about it, she continued, what are the chances she just ‘accidentally’ texted something like that to a guy she just broke up with? She’s either telling you what she really wants or she’s a complete idiot.

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As they lay there, still under the spell of the night before Nic and Anna hadn’t noticed that Mark had let himself in.

They had slept naked but Nicole had gotten up to make an early cup of tea so had put on her bra and panties and then gone back to bed and just lay there listening to Anna sleep and drifting in and out of blissful sensual sleep herself. She slowly went into a deep restful sleep and started to dream. She was dreaming about shaving herself and Anna and how nice it would be to have Mark do it for them.

She had always kept herself very neat and tidy especially since Mark was so good at taking care of her down there with his gifted tongue and mouth. He had certainly stoked her imagination and had done things to her that caused such a distraction on such a regular basis that she found herself constantly wet and usually with a couple of fingers in her pussy. The latest, which blew her away, was how she masturbated the other night (thinking about Mark and what a thrill she got when he touched her) with two hands…legs spread unbelievably wide, her sex gushing and one hand working her clit while the other delved into the gorgeous glistening folds of her pussy.

The dream took her to a room….. a large room filled with scents, candles, soft music and a large bath, almost like a roman bath, with enough room for her and a few others…this was good. In the large mirror, she pulled her panties to the side. The sparse light hair just barely visible. It covered her mound in dark little ringlets. She pulled her panties down and off and turned her arse to the mirror to admire the sensitive hairless area that so loved having Mark bury his tongue in.

That is when she noticed in a far corner of this erotically charged room, there in the shadows was a figure that she could not mistake. It was Mark…and there lying luxuriously in the warm water of the tub was Anna. Nicole slipped out of what remained of her underwear and dressed in a silk lavender robe, watching herself. She went languidly to the tub, stood there staring at Anna and dropped her robe to the floor. She loved the feeling of being so exposed especially knowing that it created such an indescribable feeling of lust and want in her lover’s eyes.

Before she entered the tub she retrieved from a small side stand, a washcloth, razor and shaving gel, scissors, and a hand held mirror.

Anna just lay there not saying a word and a sudden soft noise in the corner brought her back to Mark’s presence. Looking over, Nicole noticed, just barely, that Mark was naked and was slowly rubbing his cock. He was another that had taken to the feeling of being shaved. She wanted that cock. The steam was filling the air around her, the mists floating heavily, fogging the mirror. The anticipation of what was to come was building up. Her pussy involuntarily spasming and her thighs were trembling.

In canlı bahis şirketleri her dream she couldn’t help but think what a dirty little girl she was, doing this so openly with Mark and Anna watching her knowing that the feelings in them are also building at an alarming rate.

She positioned herself on the side of the tub, feet dipping into the warmth.

Once in the tub her thighs fell apart and Anna’s eyes immediately went to Nicole’s pussy. Running her hand over her mound and whirling the soft hairs, tugging here and there, tangling them in her fingertips, she picked up the scissors, pulling forward a tiny clump. She snipped and let the hair fall into the tub water. Again, like spun silk, the tiny clumps of hair drop into the water. Trimming as close as she could get until she was satisfied with the look…Anna was now writhing uncontrollably in the water, fingering herself and rubbing her swollen clit.

She loved the look and was excited to see pinker flesh and glistening wet between the folds of skin. She couldn’t help but slip a finger into her slit and bringing that delicious wetness up to her lips, tasting herself.

Next she took the wet washcloth, placing it over her mound. The temperature immediately made her nipples stiffen and the urge to pee washed over her. She faced Anna, making her watch her every move knowing that it would drive her crazy and also noticed that mark had moved closer to the tub, still with cock in hand to watch also. A little gel in her hand, lathering between her palms, she gently applied it to the damp flesh, rubbing in small circles until she was covered completely with the soapy foam.

She felt so naughty doing this. She could feel herself breathing harder. Picking up the razor in her trembling fingers, pulling her skin taut…

With the first pass of the blade over her tender flesh, Nicole was distracted by a noise coming from the other side of the large tub.

Looking out of the corner of her eye, she noticed that Mark was now on the edge of the tub facing her with Anna between his legs facing her also. Mark had reached down over Anna’s shoulders and was slowly and sensuously rubbing Anna’s large breasts, causing her nipples to stiffen under his touch. They didn’t think she was watching, so caught up they were in watching her and feeling each other. Mark’s hard cock was rubbing itself between Anna’s shoulders and it wouldn’t be long before he was going to have to bury it somewhere inside Anna. Nicole allowed them this voyeuristic moment and her exhibitionist side was rather enjoying performing for them.

Smiling to herself, she took another swipe with the blade. Hair coming cleanly off in one motion.

What filthy thoughts were going through their minds as they watched her? Would they like a better view?

Still pretending she didn’t know they were there, she could see them canlı kaçak iddaa looking at her, and now Anna had turned slightly and was giving Mark a gorgeous oiled hand job with one hand and had the little finger of her other hand pushing into his arse. She smiled to herself knowing exactly what to do next.

She was done with the shaving and proceeded to clean herself up. Leaning backwards she wrung the hot water out of the cloth and over her pussy lips, washing away and then wiping, the last soapy foam off her tender flesh.

So now, freshly clean and pretty she continued to slowly and teasingly masturbate. Her hands traced the delicate curves of her body, leaving a trail of goose bumps. She loved the fact that they were watching her. Purring like a kitten, she wanted them to hear her, as her hands palmed her breasts, plucking at her nipples, bringing one up to her lips to bite so gently, just enough to make her gasp a bit. She wanted to please all three of them.

Sliding her right hand down her stomach, her hips arched involuntarily. Her fingers parting her fleshy folds of glistening pink. Her middle finger circled her clit, engorged and aching to be sucked. The labia so slick with the desirous sheen of moisture that coated her, making her want to explore further.

Nicole caught Anna and Mark off guard as she swung her leg up and over the tub and turned and looked straight at them. Straddling the tub, leaning forward, her pussy pressed against the soft towel on the edge, she looked at them both with a look that just screamed…”fuck me”. They were surprised and realised that they couldn’t back out now. Her body called to them, rubbing back and forth, riding the tub edge.

Now Mark had Anna standing and bending over, exposing her dripping wet sex and was pushing his now painfully swollen cock into her.

Nicole moved towards them and kissed Anna deeply before bending underneath her to take one hard nipple at a time into her hungry mouth. Mark was slamming himself into Anna as if trying to crawl inside, in a frenzy of pulling Anna back by her hips and him thrusting forward as hard as he could…..he was incredibly deep in her. Nicole made her way around to where the action was, kissed Mark like she had never done before and reached her hand down between Anna’s gorgeous arse and Marks stomach and teasingly pulled his hard cock from her pussy. Anna protested raucously, but Nicole stopped that with a sharp slap to her left arse cheek….she knew how much Anna loved a good spanking…almost as much as she did. With cock in hand, Nicole plunged her mouth down on to Mark’s hard cock and tasted Anna’s juices mixed with the scented bath water and Mark’s own intoxicating scent…..fuck, she was in heaven.

Now, holding his cock with one hand she ran her other up and down the backs of his thighs, using her nails so gently, causing his entire canlı kaçak bahis body to quiver. Almost involuntarily he parted them allowing her better access to his hanging, tight balls. She loved licking them, lips sucking gently on each in turn. Her hand now running up and down the crack of his arse and she could feel it relaxing, welcoming the possibilities.

Her hot breath was all over his belly and groin, nipping towards his cock. Her tongue darted from between her lips, just circling the head once, twice. Slipping over the full length of his cock, up and down the shaft, tongue firm and experienced, from the base up to the tip and circling again. Opening her mouth, taking him in slowly, inch by inch and all the while, Anna who was still in a well elevated state of arousal was rubbing her pussy on the edge of the bath as Nic had done watching the sexual events unfold before her.

Mark couldn’t take his eyes off Nicole as his body gave over to the sensations. Fully in her mouth now, her throat opened to accept him entirely. Moving back and forth, up and down, slowly backing off and catching her breath. But Mark wanted the rhythm to increase and he gave her no choice…

Nicole encouraged Mark to take her by her long hair….She knew he loved its length and silkiness. He grabbed it and wrapped it around his fists. He pulled it hard and showed her exactly how he wanted to be sucked. He moved her head around so he could watch her face in ecstasy. He watched her… moaning over his cock now, the vibrations washing over him. He pulled her hair harder, harder…

He was close now, she could feel it and she wanted him too, she wanted them both, over and over again. She wanted to taste that hot cum as his cock erupted. She wanted to feel it hit in spurts against the back of her throat. She wanted to taste its saltiness and lick her lips with its stickiness…

She wanted to feel him pulse and jerk, cum all over her tits, if that’s what wanted, fuck he could get her to absolutely anything at the moment, on her face????, maybe…..

She never wanted this to end….she was so close to cumming, they all were. The sounds of sex and wetness and moaning filled every corner of this heavenly room, the sensations were indescribable……

That’s when she woke out of quite possibly the most powerful erotic dream she had ever had. When she had gained full consciousness, still with her eyes closed, she noticed that she was no longer wearing anything and that she had managed to get four fingers into her pussy and had that ever familiar tingle in her arse. The wet spot on the bed made her think that she had peed, but the smell made her think otherwise and recognised that all too familiar fragrance of her own pussy….

When she finally opened her eyes to a gentle beam of sunlight peering through a slightly parted curtain, the silhouettes of two familiar people came into her field of vision and she realised that it was Mark and Anna, both naked, teasing each other’s pleasure places and smiling at her with big beautiful smiles, each gently stroking her with their other hand… This was going to be a great day.

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I hate my hometown. Some people say they are from a one horse town? Mine is a half ass village. I mean, technically it’s a city, with a population of over 13 thousand. However, it’s one of those cities where everyone knows everyone, is possibly related, and once a rumour starts you will never live it down.

And here I am, back after 10 years away.

Kids today have it easy, anti-bullying campaigns, peanut allergy warnings and fucking participation awards. Not this guy. As the awkward loner in high school I was beat up, stuffed into lockers and one time forced to eat plaster of Paris. Needless to say, as soon as I got my chance? I was the fuck out of there and hoping to never look back. College, using my brains to get into the world of finance, use that money to get my teeth fixed, start working out, discover who I am, fuck girls that never would have given me the time of day in high school.

Revenge is a powerful motivator.

So why the hell am I back here?

That would be Phil’s fault. He’s my best bud since we played with action figures in the sandbox behind his house. All through our formative years, it was just the Phil and Steve show, a couple of lonely, awkward virgins trying to survive being teenagers. While I may have left this place, he stayed. Opened a restaurant, hired a waitress, and now he was set to marry her.

Good job, Phil.

I had the noble duty of being the best man. Even after a couple of years of not really talking, Phil thought I would make the best choice. So I flew out, grabbed a hotel room, and now here we are – me getting ready for his bachelor party.

It’s not like in the movies. There’s no stripper out of a cake, wild misadventures where we lose the groom and certainly no donkey show. Just a few of us hitting the local club and getting as shit faced as we can. I of course use the term club loosely, more like a hole in the wall that smells like stale beer and warm piss where girls almost half my age would be getting white girl wasted, dance barefoot to whatever shitty R&B garbage was playing and dudes trying desperate to bring the one home that has the least puke in her bleached hair.

39 years old and a club for the local youngin’ population really isn’t my scene, but it’s where Phil wanted to go. He picked me up from his hotel with two of his work buddies, Josh and Gary – I vaguely remember them from high school, though Josh nearly went bug eyed when he saw me.

“Holy shit! Is that Steve Eastman? Dude! What the fuck? You look like…like…”

I blinked at him a few times while he tried to find the words, fuck this was awkward.

“Like a bad ass!” Phil cut in as he came over and gave me a hug in the lobby of the hotel I was staying at.

“Uhh, thanks?”

Phil wasn’t looking so bad ass. Here I was, some what muscular build, head full of brown hair, wearing an outfit that probably cost more than the car they came in and Phil was in jeans, t-shirt and at least 30lbs. overweight. The same went for the other two, I looked like the head of some pyramid scheme about to sucker 3 dads out of their mortgages.

Off to the club.

Josh was the class clown type back in the day, that one kid every one liked but wasn’t popular with the ladies. His family owned a local food market that he of course would later take over as owner/operator. Gary I barely knew, he ran with the shop kids, and was now a full time auto mechanic. Both married, both with 2.5 kids. This place never changes.

So, what you been doin’, man!?” Josh asked far too loudly. “You vanished after grad! I heard stories you joined the military, a cult, a hobo…”

“Nah, I work for an insurance firm that deals with clients globally.” I replied.

“Well look at Mr. Fancy Pants here! Show me the money!” Josh quoted in the wrong context. Ugh. This was going to be one of those nights.

Four guys walk into a club. That’s not a joke. It was around 9:30pm, way too early. The place only had a few locals at the VLTs gambling away their lives, the music wasn’t blaring quite yet and only a few of the younger crowd were around. I needed about 6 shots of tequila to maybe drown out Josh’s annoying voice and outdated jokes, but I needed to pace myself so a beer would be a good start.

We found a table, standing around, drinking, chatting. Sports, relationships, the fucking weather. Bringing up old war stories about our younger years, what happened to certain classmates; who died, got married – pretty much the same thing if you ask me.

Yeah, sure. One day I would like to settle down, but I enjoy my single life. The occasional college intern or hook up from a phone app gets boring, but seeing these three, jeans and t-shirts, beer guts and male pattern baldness? Not very inspiring.

About an hour in and I start to relax, share some stories, tell the boys about chasing tail, fine dining and travelling across the globe to meet clients.

“Dubai?” Phil looked shocked, “What the fuck is a dungeon master like you doing in Dubai?”

“Helping illegal bahis a prince insure his billion dollar car collection.”

Jaws, meet floor. Pick them up quick, boys – who knows what shit is on there.

Honestly, I don’t like to brag. It was a lot of hard work, starting at the bottom of a totem pole in a firm, working myself to upper management through blood, seat, tears and a bit of cocaine. Now I manage collections of art, cars, homes, etc of the filthy rich. The type of rich Oprah wishes she was.

“Well, I know who is paying for our drinks tonight!” Gary laughed.

“Speaking of…” Phil waved his empty beer bottle at me, “…I need a refill.”

11:30pm and the 18-21 crowd is coming in, most already half drunk from pre-gaming at their homes or a local lounge. None of them even pay us any attention as the dance floor starts to fill up and we continue drinking our asses off, now and then slipping outside to the enclosed deck area for fresh air or a cigarette.

By the time 1am rolled around I was in a the men’s room, draining about 10 beers and a few shots from my bladder, smelling of booze and pretty light headed. Normally it’s a few drinks at a restaurant bar and I head home, it had been seen college that I had pounded this many back. Took my piss, shook my dick, remembered to stuff it back in my pants, wash my hands and then head out to find the guys. When I finally saw them again, they were out on the patio, smoking cheap, filtered cigars – and they were not alone.

“Steve! C’mere!” Phil slurred, “I want you to meet…”

“Sam!” Said this tiny girl with blond hair, tight fitting black top and skinny jeans, extending a small hand to me which I shook while probably having a stunned fuck look on my face.

“Sam is one of my waitresses!” Phil announced, throwing his arm over my shoulder.

Sam, full name Samantha, was a fresh faced 18 year old, though I am sure she got carded coming in here. Blue eyes, shoulder length hair that had been curled a bit for a night out. A solid 8…maybe even a 9, with a bubbly voice and not afraid to be flirty as she plopped her ass in Gary’s lap, nearly causing him to spill his rum and coke.

She was drunk as fuck.

Apparently Sam had been here with some friends but they had been partying much earlier and harder than we were and split – she would have too if not for Phil who drunkenly offered to use my cash flow to keep buying drinks all night.

1:30am, last call. We’re drunk, we’re rowdy, and we can’t keep our hands off Sam. Not that she minded. That girl went from lap to lap, stealing puffs of cigars. Half cut as I was, I got an instant hard on when her tight little ass in jeans pressed against my crotch.

“Ohhh, someone’s excited!” She blurted.

“You blame him?” Josh said with what could be best described as smirk – worst, a lop sided, drunken grin of a lecherous old bastard.

“Mmm, no I can’t…” She muttered, wiggling her butt down on me, “Can’t blame me either, this man is packing something won there!”

Last call passed, the ugly lights are about to come on. I head to the bar to pay our tab, weaving through crowds of drunk young people. There goes $300. As I started heading back, the three dads along with Sam wave at me from the club entrance.

“Well, guys, it’s been fun…” Is started as a rejoined them, only to be cut off by Phil.

“Fun’s not over, bud! We’re gonna grab a two-four and I say all five of us head back to your hotel room and keep this party going!”

“I dunno, guys…it’s pretty late.”

“Aw, c’mon man! Sam wants to keep drinking with us!” Gary said, looking at me like a fucking puppy wanting a treat.

“Yeah!” Same blurted, “I want to keep drinking! Woo!” She ran over and wrapped her arms around my waste, gyrating her body against mine. “C’mon Shhhteve…don’t you wanna?”

“Yeah, Steve, don’t ya wanna?” Josh laughed.

“Yeah, Steve, don’t you want…”

“OKAY!” I stopped Phil, “Fuck it, get a cab and we’ll hit the vendor, but you mother fuckers keep it down.”

I pity the poor cab driver that picked us up, bunch of guys, one girl, all yelling, laughing – but that was par the course for a Friday night in this town. Gary, Phil, Same and I were squished in the back while Josh rode shotgun with the cabby. That’s how small of a town this is, in the big city if you tried to sit up you would probably be shot, but here?

“Hey, thanks, Tom! I’ll see you next week at your kids’ birthday!” Everyone knew everyone.

We tried to be as quiet as we could getting to my room. Fuck the hotels here too. A local baseball tournament was going on in town, and this chain hotel was the only one with a room left, a shitty 2 double bed affair with bathroom, mini fridge, rattling AC and TV as small as my work laptop.

Of course, TV was the last thing on our minds.

I unlocked the door to my room and let them walk in, but before I could, Phil stopped me.

“Dude, hold on a sec.” Gary, Josh and Sam went in and the illegal bahis siteleri door closed behind them.

“Hey, whats’ up?” I looked to Phil who had a big shit eating grin on his face.

“Nothin’, bud.”

“Well let’s get in and drink some beers then, it’s fucking late, man. Feelin’ a little jet lagged.” I reached to put my card key in the door and Phil stepped in between.

“Wait.”

“For fuck sake, Phil.” If he was going to give me the bros for life speech and get all emotional about me coming here to be his best man, he had better hurry, I needed to take a piss.

“Steve, I need you to promise me something.”

“Sure.” I signed.

“No.” he clasped his hand on my shoulder, “You’re my boy, Steve. It’s always been you, the Phil and Steve show. But I need you to fucking promise me right now.”

“Fine, Phil. What is it?”

“Don’t tell Sheila.” His bride to be.

“Don’t tell Sheila what?” I am a pretty stupid drunk.

“You’ll see.” He slipped his hand from my shoulder and stepped out of the way.

Keycard meet lock, click, open the door and be greeted to an image I would never forget. A sobering experience that was better than any cup of hot coffee.

Sam was on the edge of the bed, her shirt and bra pulled up over a nice pair of creamy white tits, and both Gary and Josh were standing before her, pants around ankles as she stroked both their cocks, taking turns on each of them with her mouth.

Click. The door shut behind me.

Phil was walking over to the three, already unfastening his pants and bringing out his half hard prick, stroking it in his fist.

“You bein’ a good girl, Sam?” he said as he squeezed between Gary and Josh. She stopped sucking off Josh’s dick to speak, but kept stroking the him and Gary.

“Of course, Mr. Thomas. You know I am always a good girl for you.”

“Atta girl.” Phil muttered, placing his right hand on the top of her blonde head. “Now get to work, it ain’t going to suck itself.”

What the actual fuck was going on? I wanted to ask that, but instead I just stood there, tent in my pants as I watched this 18 year old girl open her mouth wide and take in Phil’s fat cock head while continuing to stroke off the other two. I probably would have stayed standing at the door way all night if Josh didn’t look over at me,

“Yo, Eastman. Don’t be a little bitch, man, come over here. You’re missing out!”

I kicked off my shoes and did just that, shuffling over like the walking dead to get a closer look at what was taking place.

In her left hand, Gary’s cock, actually pretty small, at best 4 inches, precum glistening on his tip and him moaning as Sam’s little hand worked at his shaft. In the middle, Phil. He was much more well endowed, in fact, that was the biggest fucking prick I had ever seen, a 9 inch thick piece of meat that he thrust into Sam’s mouth – each time making the girl hum, moan and squeal around it while she drooled. As far as I remembered, he wasn’t that big. Right hand was Josh, who looked as hung as me, I would guess 7 and 1/2, a nice fat head and he smiled at me,

“There you go, bud. Get that cock out and let Sam have a look.”

Consciously, I had no control over my actions. I was in a dreamlike state as I dropped my pants and exposed myself not only to Sam, but the three other guys in the room. As soon as it was out, my cock head slapped against my taut stomach.

“Nice, prick, bro.” Gary said with a grunt as he looked down on it.

“Here, she’s all yours.” Phil said as he took his cock from Sam’s hand and stepped back, going manual on his shaft with his fist. I quickly took his place.

Sam’s blue eyes darted to my prick and she moaned around Phil’s cock. Her free hand quickly grasped my shaft and began working it, soft skin jerking me off in the direction of her perfect set of tits.

“Holy fuck.” I finally managed to say.

“Feels good, don’t she?” Phil looked at me with a grin, “She’s such a cock hungry slut, man. Ngh…” he trust his huge cock deep in her mouth and she coughed, “Been fucking her for awhile.”

All I could hear from Sam was a muffle ‘mmhmm’ as she tried her best to please that meat hammer that fucked her face.

“Shit…Phil…this is fucked up, man…” My reasoning was trying to fight against instinct, but my cock was as hard as forged steel.

“Just enjoy it, bro.” Josh said as he climb up on the bed, getting behind Sam so he could dip a hand down between her jeans, rubbing sat her crotch through her jeans, “What happens in here stays in here. Phil said you would be down, he’s told us what you and him used to jerk to back in the day. So, get down with it, bro.”

Back in the day, when we were still young and awkward, when porn magazines that were found under a parents bed had not been replaced by streaming porn in HD. When two young men started by jerking off in the dark, talking about girls, the things we wanted them to do, what we wanted to to them with only the vaguest knowledge canlı bahis siteleri of sex in our minds. The grunting in the dark, until that one time it was just too much and Phil asked if I needed a hand. Jerking each other until our loads dripped won our cocks and stuck between our fingers. The denial, the questioning of sexuality: ‘am I a fag?’ I would wonder, am I the thing jocks called me? That was until the next time when we blew each other.

I can’t believe he had told them that! I also couldn’t believe the knowledge of them knowing that made me even harder as a bead of pre formed on my tip.

“We’re all friends here, Steve. We have all had those experiences.” Phil whispered to me; all I could do was nod as I my legs started to shake. “And tonight we’re going to experience something else. You wanna get the lights Gary?”

As soon as the the room went dark, all bets were off.

I felt stubble against my groin as someone began to suck me off; the curtains were drawn, it was nearly pitch black in the room. It took a long time for my eyes to adjust before I saw Josh swallowing my cock and playing with my balls while Phil and Gary had started to jerk each other off on the bed, and Sam, that fucking incredible blonde, was stripping down to nothing before them.

“F-fuck…” I stammered, trying to take it all in – much like Josh was trying to take my cock down his throat. I didn’t realize it, but I was thrusting against his face, and somehow my right hand was rubbing the top of his short, dark brown haired head. “I need to sit…”

Josh pulled his mouth off my cock but wrapped his fingers around it,

“Do what you need to do, bro, get comfy, I am just waiting for our turn.”

Our turn?

I looked back to Gary, Phil and Sam and instantly understood what he meant. Sam was her back, head hanging off the edge of the bed as Phil’s massive prick filled her mouth. Meanwhile, Gary was on top of her, his little cock pounding into her cunt with loud, wet slapping noises.

Josh and I sat on the second bed across, facing them. He continued to stroke my dick as I watched the two men use Sam for all she was worth – the little bit of street light coming int to reveal the ropes of drool that came out of the corners of Sam’s mouth, glistening as the streams slashed across her face and into her hair.

“Hey, man, don’t leave me out. I am dying here.” Josh whispered to me.

Shit. For a split second I didn’t know what he was on about until he looked down at his own hard as rock rock and then to mine in his fist.

“Uhhh, yeah…” I gingerly reached for his tool and wrapped my fingers around it, feeling it throb in my grasp, already slick with his precum. I started to jerk him, trying to keep in time with his strokes. Fuck, I felt awkward, like oh so long ago when I first grabbed Phil’s fat cock.

“Mm, fuck that feels good.” Josh reassured me.

“Yeah…you too.” I replied.

On the other bed, Gary’s slight beer gut mashed against Sam’s little body as he drove his cock into her, causing her to moan louder and louder when she wasn’t gagging on Phil’s cock. Her tits were mashed in Gary’s big hands, and he leaned down to kiss the young woman on the neck, muttering to her,

“Mmf, fucking slut,we’re going to breed you tonight. Ngh, fuck, you ready, whore?”

Sam just moaned loudly around Phil’s cock.

“FUCK!” Gary let out a loud grunt and right then I knew he came, giving Sam one final trust as his legs trembled and he pumped inside of her. I don’t recall anyone handing out condoms – they were bare backing this girl? His body slumped against her, “Mmm, such a good girl.”

“Shit, I am close.” Phil said, though I could barely hear him over the sound of my heart pounding in my chest and Sam’s gagging and sputtering. “Gonna take a break, you want in, Josh?”

“Fuck yeah, bro!” Josh released his hold on my cock and I him as he stood up. Phil removed his prick from Sam’s mouth, the girl gasped for air and coughed. Even in the tiniest bit of light, I could see her face was a sexy mess. “On you knees slut!”

As Josh got ready to fuck Sam, Phil plopped on the bed next to me, stroking that monster prick of his.

“Probably should have warned you, bud.”

“Ya think?” I said, starting to jerk off again as I heard a loud smack and squeal as Josh slapped Sam’s pale ass. “So she didn’t just randomly show up I am guessing?”

“Ha!” Phil laughed, “Dude, this was our plan for the start. Well, sort of. We thought you wouldn’t be into it so we were just going to use her in the park, but as soon as we saw you staring at her, and you didn’t resist her ass on your dick, I had a feeling.”

“Just like we talked about back then…” My eyes went from Josh fucking Sam behind while her head was in Gary’s lap, over to Phil’s cock.

“Of course.” He grinned. “And I knew Sam would be into it, this isn’t our first rodeo.”

“Mm, you like it, bitch? Like this cock fucking you?” Josh grunted at Sam, giving her ass another hard slap.

“Yes, Mr. Adams, fuck me…use my filthy pussy…”

I then felt Phil grab a hold of my cock.

“He’s going to cum quick, so you ready for this?”

“For what?” I asked, completely clueless and throbbing in the fist of my best friend.

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His first name was Michael, but ever since I was a little girl I have always called him Mr. Kay. I grew up in the same neighborhood, right down the street from him. And now I take care of Pam, his beautiful little daughter.

This job felt important, and I loved every minute I got to be with Pam. I guess I was avoiding going back to my house, and I was staying at Mr. Kay’s house, a lot.

I was at my baby-sitting job with little Pam, and I just couldn’t stop thinking about my Mom coming in my room the other morning, and my heart was just pounding. This is going to make me crazy. Okay, I need to focus on my job, and on Pam. I had just spent the most beautiful three days with the sweetest little girl. I’ve been working as Pam’s baby-sitter a lot lately. She is so adorable, she just turned five, and she is really smart and funny.

Good, concentrating on my job is calming me down.

Pam’s father, Mr. Kay, has been away on a three-day business trip, and this was the longest time I had taken care of her without him. I stayed at the house each night with Pam in her room across the hall. I didn’t want to go home, especially after what happened with my Mom that awful morning. All I wanted was to stay here, and loose myself in little games and bath-time with Pam. Today we played outside together in the snow, and we even made a snowman!

I knew Mr. Kay appreciated my help with his daughter. This felt important, especially because he has been so emotional since his wife died. Her name was Kelly, and that awful car accident was just three years ago.

I grew up just down the street, and I still live there with my Mom. I was only 14 years old when I started baby-sitting for Mr. and Mrs. Kay, this was before the accident. I really liked both of them, and they were always so nice to me.

I remember that terrible day when I heard about the car accident, and how serious it was, I ran down the street to Mr. Kay’s house and took care of Pam while he went to the hospital to stay with Kelly. It felt so good that I could help him in such a hard time like that.

I was at the house continuously for the next three days while Mr. Kay stayed with his wife. I was with Pam on the third day, when one of the neighbors came over and told me she had died.

The next few weeks were sort of a blur for me. Mr. Kay was totally shaken, and he wasn’t really functioning. He stayed in his room a lot, and I took on the role of caretaker for little Pam. I was just 15 at the time and little Pam was only two, and I can’t believe how much of a role I played in their lives. The weeks turned to months, and the months turned to years. And slowly Mr. Kay began to take part in the world around him. He was healing.

Somewhere during that time, I started to spend the night at their house, in the guest bedroom next to Mr. Kay’s room, and across the hall from Pam. At first it seemed funny, but it was so important if Pam needed any help in the middle of the night. There were a lot of times I could hear Mr. Kay crying thru the wall, and it broke my heart to know how hard it was for him.

Little by little, I ended up sleeping nights in that room a lot. And one day Pam presented me a little sign. It was made of brightly colored paper with big cut out letters. It said Nina’s ROOM, and it was so adorable. I know Mr. Kay must have made it, but I thanked little Pam with a huge hug and we made a sort of ceremony of taping it to the door – well, to my door. It was a really special event for me, it made me feel like I was a real part of the family.

* * *

This is a funny thing to admit, but just the other day I broke my glasses, so I had to get a new pair. When I was at the store I picked out a pair that were really different than the ones I broke. I think they look really cute. They are just simple little librarian glasses, and for some reason I just loved them.

And that same day, I got a haircut. I don’t know why, I just felt really inspired. Now my hair is short, and I really like it. I think it looks super cute. Even my Mom likes it.

Anyway, the very next time I went over to baby-sit for Pam, Mr. Kay met me at the door, and he sort of flinched when he saw me. He looked really scared or something, and I wasn’t sure what was wrong. It took just a moment for him to calm down, and he was trying to act normal again. But it really confused me. I didn’t understand what happened until later that night, I was in the bathroom, and I saw myself in the mirror. And – I know this sounds crazy – But I had the same kind of glasses that his wife Kelly used to wear, and I cut my hair really short the same way she had her hair cut too.

It’s funny, I mean – I thought I looked pretty, but at the same time, it was a weird thing for me to do, and I didn’t understand it. Later, when Mr. Kay came home, he acted totally normal and sweet like he always does. So I tried not to think about it after that.

But it confused me, and it made me feel emotional.

* * *

Okay, on the third night at the house alone with Pam while Mr. canlı bahis şirketleri Kay was away, we were having a perfectly lovely time together. I had made dinner and both of us had eaten when the phone rang. It was Mr. Kay and he explained that he would be home later than expected, the snowy weather had delayed his flight, and he might not be back to the house until well after midnight.

I said, “Don’t worry about anything, Pam and I are both fine, we’ve been having fun.”

He said, “Oh Nina, that makes me feel so good.”

“Sure, it’s been really nice.”

“I can’t thank you enough.”

I explained what we had been doing, and how good little Pam has been.

There was a long pause, and I eventually asked, “Mr. Kay, are you still there?”

“Yes, I’m – I’m here.” He sounded shaky, “I just feel – so happy – that you’ve been there for Pam. And for me. It means a lot, really.”

He sounded so sweet, and it was really touching for me, I actually thought I might start to cry.

I said, “Oh Mr. Kay, don’t worry, you are welcome, I love Pam, and I love helping you too.”

“Thank you, I’m glad. I’ll try to be quiet when I get home.”

We talked for a little longer, but I think both of us were a little bit surprised at how emotional we were being, so we said good-bye.

Mr. Kay has been really kind to me. He and his wife got married really young, and had little Pam soon after. I remember when I first started baby-sitting for them; he and Kelly were the perfect couple. There was something so beautiful about them, especially when they were together. But since Kelly died, there is something so sad about Mr. Kay, and even though he is tall and handsome, there is something so sad in his eyes. I wish I could help him, to somehow make him feel – well – less sad.

After I hung up the phone, I explained to little Pam that her father would be home late to night.

She asked, “How late? Will I be asleep?”

I told her, “I bet you will be in bed, we both will, when your father comes home. But don’t worry, he’ll come in and kiss you – I know he will.”

She said, “I miss him.

I told her, “I miss him too.”

Then I went upstairs and filled the tub with warm water so I could take a bath with Pam. This had become normal for us during the last few days. I used to just give her a bath, but with Mr. Kay out of the house I ended up taking my clothes off and just climbing into the tub with her.

I found an old bottle of apricot scented bubble bath soap under the sink, way in the back. I added this to the tub and it created a lot of bubbles, and it filled the bathroom with a really sweet apricot smell.

It was fun, and it was so cute sitting together in the soapy water playing with all her little toys. We had little boats and funny ducks, I loved it, and so did she.

We played in the tub together for a long time, and finally we got out. Pam ran out of the bathroom as soon as I toweled her dry. She went to her room to put on her pajamas.

Then, I was all-alone in the bathroom. And for some reason, it felt scary.

I was so unsettled as I dried off after the bath. I looked at myself, naked, in the full-length mirror behind the bathroom door.

Mr. Kay always describes me as petite, and that’s a really nice way of saying that I’m small. I actually like it when he says that, but I just don’t understand why I always feel so sad when I see myself naked in the mirror like this.

As looked at my reflection, I was, as always, immediately fixated on my tiny breasts. They are just so small, it’s like they aren’t there at all. I feel so sad when I see myself like that, it just seems so unfair.

I mean, I guess – that I always think about, was my breasts. Yes, I know, this must sound weird, but I just can’t help it. I can get obsessive about them. I have little tiny trainee breasts. Well, anyway, that’s what I call them. They are VERY small. I guess they stopped growing when I was about twelve years old. It’s embarrassing, I mean – I’m eighteen years old now, but my breasts are still in the sixth grade.

The fact is that I’m tiny all over, I’m short, and I have short hair and narrow shoulders. My hips aren’t too wide and I have a sort of small bottom.

I turned a little sideways and looked at my reflection.

Oh god – My nipples are so prominent, like – I have almost NO boobs, but I have these pointy nipples, I don’t understand it.

To make things even more awkward, even though my breasts are so tiny, for some reason, my nipples can get really hard, to the point where it’s embarrassing for me to wear certain clothes, like I just cannot wear tight t-shirts. My nipples are just so obvious – even with a bra. It’s something that makes me feel so self-conscious.

And right then, I went to put my little bra back on, even though I knew I was going to sleep soon.

It’s funny, but every time I put my bra on I sort of think to myself, “Okay, I know my breasts are really tiny, and I know don’t NEED a bra. The reason I wear canlı kaçak iddaa this little bra – is because I am just so humiliated about how easy it is to see my nipples through my shirt – and this little bra helps.”

It’s just so inappropriate for me to wear certain clothes, and wearing a bra helps hide my nipples, it helps cover them up. My nipples always seem to show through whatever I wear, and it can be really embarrassing. That’s why I wear a bra, even to sleep at night.

Plus, I feel like wearing a bra in Mr. Kay’s house is like, necessary. Like it’s my uniform or something.

I felt sad looking at myself in the mirror, but I knew that I was being silly.

I mean – for a long time after Kelly died Mr. Kay was so intensely sad, and there was absolutely nothing I could do to help. That really scared me; I was worried he would never smile again.

I was concerned because of the way my Mom had changed. I mean, my Mom has become really strict and nervous since my dad died. And it worried me, that Mr. Kay would somehow suffer like my Mom did, and it would change him. I was really young when my dad died, and I have just a few memories of him, mostly that he was tall and that he dressed so nice. And my image of him was of someone who was healthy and sweet. I know my Mom loved him too, and it just brakes my heart to see her so distraught, all these years later.

My mom can be so mean. She seems to act so rigid with me. I think that’s a big part of the reason I spend so much time at Mr. Kay’s house. And it’s been a huge relief to have my own room here. I still spend some nights at home with Mom, but it can be hard, especially – since – the other morning – when…

Suddenly, I had this dark flash; it was a blur of memories – of my Mom – and her voice from the other morning. When she – when she – came into my room.

My heart was suddenly beating faster, with a creepy mixture of fear and shame.

Oh god – I can NOT think about that.

I stood there looking at myself, naked in the mirror, and I seemed to focus on my pubic hair, I don’t know why, but its really thin and pale, and right then I felt so heartsick.

I quickly put my tiny little bra on, and then my plain white panties – and then my long nightgown.

Pam was already in bed when I came out of the bathroom, and I sat next to her and read a bed time story, and then another.

She was so sleepy and cute, that I managed to deny how emotional I was in the bathroom – looking at myself in the mirror.

At some point I just climbed under the covers with Pam and snuggled as she fell asleep. It was really cozy, and I think we both really loved it. I lay there and listened to the quiet sound of her breathing. And she smelled so sweet and nice after our apricot bubble bath together.

Oh God, I just had a flash again, about my Mom coming in my room and my heart started beating. This is going to make me crazy. I cannot let myself think about it.

Okay – I’m freaked out – I can’t handle this. I need to think about nice things. Like being with Pam, and how much fun we’ve had. Or, how kind Mr. Kay has been to me. Yes, he’s been so sweet. It really feels nice, I mean, Mr. Kay has helped me, he’s been so wonderful. Good. Just making myself to think about him seemed to calm me down.

This is much better, it’s working. I need to think only of Mr. Kay as I fall asleep.

Okay, there is something so soothing about Mr. Kay. I like the fact that he’s a tall, He run a few times a week, and it makes him seem so fit. He’s always dressed nice, and he always talks so quiet and calm, and his voice just makes me feel so peaceful.

He seems so healthy, I mean, lately he’s so much better compared to the dark year after Kelly died. And maybe I helped him, at least a little.

I snuggled in close to Pam and let the image of Mr. Kay fill my head as I listened to her soft breathing. I slowly drifted off, content and warm.

* * *

The next thing I knew, I was waking up out of a deep sleep, and the light was on in the hall, I was just barely aware of what was happening.

I looked over and there was Mr. Kay sitting on the side of the bed, kissing little Pam. Maybe it was just the dimly lit room, but he looked so handsome and calm.

I heard Little Pam say, “Hello Daddy.”

He softly replied, “Hello to you too, baby.”

She said, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.”

In her tiny voice, Pam said, “While you were away, me and Nina took a bubble bath together. We had lot of fun, it was nice.”

“Good for you. That sounds wonderful.”

I looked up, with sleepy eyes at Mr. Kay and said, “Welcome home.”

He looked at me and replied, “Hi Nina, did the little angel keep you busy?”

“She was a delight.”

Then Mr. Kay whispered, “I’m glad to be home, now you two need to get back to sleep.”

Pam whispered, “I love you daddy.”

He leaned in and gently kissed her on her forehead and said, “I love you too Pam.”

I started to get up and out of the bed, canlı kaçak bahis and Mr. Kay said, “It’s okay Nina, you can sleep here if you want.”

I said, “I think, maybe, I should sleep down the hall, in my room.”

He asked, “Are you sure?”

I said, “I think so, Pam can get kind of squirmy sometimes.”

I sat up in bed, and I whispered to little Pam, “I love you.”

And then I kissed her goodnight, picked up my funny little librarian glasses from the night stand and put them on and walked out of the room with Mr. Kay.

I felt a little bit foggy as we stood in the hall just outside Pam’s door. I am so short compared to Mr. Kay; right then he seemed SO tall. I looked up at him and quietly asked how his trip was.

He whispered, “We should be quiet, it’s late.”

We both walked down the hall and went in to the guest room, well, my room really. And he closed the door so our talking wouldn’t bother Pam.

I could tell something was wrong, that Mr. Kay was worried about something.

I sat on the edge of my bed, and Mr. Kay sat in the chair across from me. We talked for a little while, and I told him how nice Pam was while he was away.

He was wearing a white business shirt and a nice pair of pants. It felt funny, almost like he was too formal or something. Especially with me wearing my long nightgown. It’s funny, I felt like such a little girl and he seemed like such a grown up, sort of professional, he looked so serious.

I could tell something was on his mind, I asked, “What are you thinking?

“I’m not sure, something smells nice.”

“Really?”

“Something smells sweet, like a fruity shampoo – or something. Is it you?”

I thought for a moment and said, “Is it – maybe – from the bubble bath I took with Pam?”

He looked at me for a second before saying, “You mean – that bottle of apricot bubble bath soap, from under the sink?”

“Yes, Pam and I took a bath together and used some. Was that okay?”

He smiled is a sort of nervous way and said, “Of course, it – it smells – really nice.”

I suddenly felt totally embarrassed.

All I could think of is that it must have been Kelly’s bubble bath and the sweet apricot smell must remind him of her.

What followed was a long awkward pause, and Mr. Kay seemed preoccupied with something. I sat there, at the edge of the bed, feeling embarrassed in my nightgown. I’m so short my feet don’t touch the floor, so I swung them like a nervous little girl.

Then, in a thoughtful voice, he asked me, “How have you been?”

I wasn’t sure what he meant, but I could tell he was really serious. I was apprehensive about the way my little glasses must have looked, and my new short haircut. And now I realized that I even smell like Kelly.

I replied, “I’ve been – well – good – I guess.”

He looked directly at me, and said, “Can I ask you something?”

“Of course you can.”

“The other morning, when I left for this trip, when you got to the house, you seemed – upset.”

I knew right away what he meant. Oh God – that was the morning that my – my – Mom came in my room – and…

My heart started pounding. I couldn’t say anything, I was so intimidated I just stared at him – silently.

Mr. Kay asked, “Did I do anything, or say anything, to make you feel bad?”

I realized he was blaming himself for me being emotional that morning, and I stammered, “Oh no – Mr. Kay – No, you didn’t do anything to make me feel bad – no. I’m sorry, this is so – I don’t know – it’s – it’s – so embarrassing.”

He softly said, “I’m sorry, I don’t mean to ask anything personal.”

I hesitated before I spoke, “No – it’s okay – its just – it’s just…”

And I could hear the intense nervousness in my voice, I sounded so frightened. And he heard it too. Something was flooding over me, something scary.

He said, “Nina, something was wrong, I could tell, and I was worried about you the whole time I was gone.”

I looked at him, and I desperately wanted to be honest, but how could I tell him what had happened.

“Oh Mr. Kay, I don’t know – it’s too…”

“Please Nina.”

“I don’t know – it’s TOO embarrassing…”

“Don’t worry, I want to help, really – I do.”

Right then – Listening to Mr. Kay beautiful kind voice, telling me he wanted to help, somehow – I felt so comforted.

I realized how sincere and kind he was being, and I said, “Oh God, thank you, it really helps me to hear you say that.” He looked at me with his beautiful sad eyes.

I said, “I want to tell you – But, this is so – I don’t know – so confusing.”

Mr. Kay said, “Nina, please – you can tell me.”

And at that moment, I felt powerless to hide anything from him.

I looked at him, and stammered, “The other day – at my house – and in the morning – I was all alone in my room – and – and – I felt – Oh God – I felt SO ashamed – my Mom – she just walked in – and – I was – I was on the bed – and – and…”

He heard a sort of panic in my voice, “It’s okay.”

I couldn’t stop, I HAD to tell him.

“And – and – when my Mom – when she came in my room – she didn’t knock or anything – she just opened my door – and – and – she walked in – and – I was – I was naked – and – and…”

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Helena watched the servants finish packing her things. On the morrow, she would begin a journey with her parents to meet and marry her husband-to-be. As a woman, she of course had no say in whom she married, but she trusted her father’s judgment, and was certain he had made an excellent choice. The man she was to marry was an extremely wealthy duke, highly noted throughout the country. Often, Lord Gustavo had fought in wars for the king of the land, and always turned out victorious. Helena considered herself very lucky to have him as a bridegroom.

She was known as one of the most beautiful women in the country, and many men wished to have her as their own. She was not ignorant of this, and often used it to her advantage. With long, curled golden hair and sparkling blue-gray eyes, she flaunted her looks as much as possible. Of course, as she was about to be a married woman, she stopped doing so. Teasing men suddenly no longer pleased her, though she was still a virgin, and with her lineage, no one would touch her without permission. But no matter how modestly she dressed, her pert breasts always tantalized the men in her company, and her small frame begged to be touched and pleasured. However, she was a Christian in this modern sixteenth century, and while some women gave themselves willingly to men, she had preserved herself for marriage.

The road to Boccai was long. Her father wished to go by sea, but her mother insisted on the longer, more dangerous route by land. Helena would have liked to go by water, but the ocean made her sick, and so she agreed with he mother that they should travel by carriage, not ship. Had the women known that the journey would have turned out disastrous, they would gladly have agreed to water passage.

After three days of riding, and only a day away from their destination, they reached an ominous looking forest. Sir Adan, Helena’s father, was persistent in their cutting across it. It would save them an extra day’s travel, he argued. The women, being mere women, had no say in the matter, but closely followed Adan towards their destination. Three-quarters of the way through, a man appeared. “Who are you,” Sir Adan demanded, sword drawn.

“Jus’ a poor traveling bard,” said the poor, traveling bard. Indeed he looked like a bard, with a lap harp slung over one shoulder and a small bag of possessions in hand. “I can play ye a song, if ye’d like,” he added.

The bridal party relented; he appeared harmless. He struck a chord, a most terrible sound, and began to sing off-key. “You are no bard!” cried Adan.

At that, a group of bandits jumped out of the forest. They brandished knives and swords, outnumbering Adan and his men. Frightened, Helena fled, running in the direction the group had been heading. Her mother could not move. At the edge of the wood, the girl found a large bush that she hid behind. The bandits had been so preoccupied with fighting her father’s men, they failed to notice her escape. She managed to take with her a small parcel, hoping it contained food and drink. Sliding to the ground behind the bush, she gasped for air. When several hours passed, Helena at last dared to peer out from her hiding place. She heard nothing but birds and the breeze in the branches above her head. The only sight that greeted her was the brown and green foliage of late August. The sun was approaching the horizon, and she began to grow hungry. She slipped the crude string from around her parcel, and opened it, praying for food.

Instead, she was greeted with the clothing of a boy’s; it belonged to the squire of a knight in their company. She grimaced, and her stomach did, too. It fell silent just in time, for voices could be heard approaching. “Well, they are all dead.”

“All dead? I thought there was a girl with ’em. We ought to find her afore she squeals on us.”

The “bard” and another of his men were walking down the path. From their conversation, she could tell they had succeeded in killing her entourage. She stayed silent, for they made plans to kill her, too. It would be very easy to find her, being a woman and alone, they figured. After they moved on, Helena sat thinking. She was not stupid as most women were at the time, and so she donned the squire’s tunic and breeches, leaving her elegant gown and underthings in the forest. Her breasts were just small enough that she could lace her own corset, so she made sure the laces were tight enough to keep them flat. This was not terribly difficult, as minimizing the breasts and accentuating the hips was the fashion of the day, and exactly what the corset was designed to do. Finally, she arranged her hair into a queue. As a finishing touch, she stuffed a handkerchief in the breeches, emulating a man’s bulge, and was fairly satisfied that she could pass as a young boy. She then set out for the town overlooked by the wood. A large manor house was the first building she encountered, besides elaborate stables, and so she knocked on the large, oak door. A man cracked it open. “What?” he said with a scowl.

“I-I’m looking for the city of Boccai,” she said nervously.

“Well, you’ve found it!” he exclaimed, illegal bahis and motioned to close the door.

“Wait! Can you tell me, then, where I might find Lord Gustavo di Boccai?”

The servant opened the door wider. “You seem to be a good guesser, boy. You’ve found his manor, as well.”

He dragged her into the exquisite hall, and towards a sitting room. She followed nervously, but glad that her disguise seemed to be working. At least, in the post-sunset light, and candlelight of the manor, it worked. What full daylight would brings, she did not know. In the sitting room a fire blazed in the fireplace. A regal man sat in one of the few chairs in the room. As one who had been used to servants and slaves, Helena knew how to act as though she were an inferior. “My Lord,” she bowed.

“Rise,” said the man in the chair. She lifted her head, keeping her back bent in the bow. “Who are you, and what do you want?”

“My Lord.” She took a deep breath, and then lowered her eyes. “I come from Sir Adan. He, and everyone traveling with him were mercilessly slaughtered in the forest today by bandits-I am the only one left alive.”

There was an uncomfortable silence. The man, Gustavo, studied Helena. The dim light offered all the protection she could hope for. His face grim, he continued to question her. “What is your name, boy?”

“I’m, um, Henri,” she said.

“Well, Henri, I must ask why you did not perish with your Master.”

She had not anticipated this sort of question, so she told the truth. “I was frightened, and I ran, My Lord.”

“That is very unbecoming of a male. Why, child, did you not stay to help your Master?”

“I…um…well, I am only a simple servant, My Lord. I did not know what to do, and I though I would, uh, try to find help.”

Her answers seemed to satisfy him, so far. “And my bride? She is dead, too?”

Helena looked up, startled. This motion seemed to annoy Gustavo, and she quickly looked at the stone flooring. “I am sorry, My Lord.” She said no more, but was very impressed that he would think of a woman when her father lay dead somewhere in a forest. As far as she could tell, he was an incredibly handsome man, but as a serving boy, and one who had abandoned his master in a time of need, she felt she was not permitted to look directly at him.

Gustavo was a fair man by anyone’s standards, though very militant. He expected everything to be scheduled perfectly, his troops to be in exact formation, and everything in his life was symmetrical. Because of the ordered style his father had trained him with, he was a man who was in control. This little Italian boy seemed honest, but it irked him that such a beautiful woman as Helena was rumored to be now lay dead, and he was alive. “Well, Henri. I shall have to make a deal with you. As you have abandoned your Master and Mistresses to be killed by rogues, you should not go unpunished. You also, it would seem, have no place to stay. As punishment for loosing so many precious lives, you shall be my personal slave. Is that agreed?”

Helena had a strong urge to reveal her true self, but with the bandits on the lookout for her, she did not feel safe in doing so. Besides, she had already fooled him into thinking she was male, and she did not think he would take kindly to such a trick. At least as the Duke’s personal slave, she would always be in his protection, should they come after her. He had mentioned that she had no place to stay, which was also true. Before she could answer, Gustavo said, “I assure you that if you go out there alone,” he gestured toward a window to emphasize his point, “slavers will capture you anyway, and you will not be treated nearly as well as you will be treated here.”

If Helena had any remaining doubts, they were gone. “Yes, sir. I agree with your conditions.”

“Good. Now come; your first lesson will be in attending me until I have fallen asleep.”

She followed behind Gustavo through the hallways of the manor to his luxurious chambers. There was a large bed in the middle of the room, standing on a high dais. An ornate bureau stood to the side, and in a corner was a scribe’s table and heavy chair. There was an adjacent room with a carved, wooden tub. She did not wish to look behind the door. She was instructed to undress the Duke and help him into a nightgown. Never having seen a man nude before, Helena did her best not to stare. She had heard about the things men and women did together, of course, but she did not expect a man’s…member…to be so large. Gustavo watched her. “What are you looking at, boy?” he teased.

“I-I am sorry, milord,” she blushed and looked at her hands. He did not reply.

Next, Helena was instructed to turn down the fine-woven sheets on the bed. She did so with shaking hands, and watched as the duke climbed in. She tucked the bedclothes around his body and moved to the foot of the bed, where a pallet lay for her to sleep on. The straw mat was less comfortable than she was used to, though better than she would normally have expected. With only the fire crackling, she fell asleep before the Duke.

Fortunately, Helena woke before he did, illegal bahis siteleri too. She crept off of her mattress to the east-facing window. Tendrils of light began to fill the sky, and she loathed leaving the glorious sight. But behind her, the duke called for attendance. “Henri, come here!”

She slowly moved to him, feeling that her situation was a bit ironic. She dressed Gustavo in his daily outfit and made the bed. Following him to the dining hall, she found herself expected to wait behind him, pouring wine when he demanded and ensure that his plate was piled with food until he finished. She had not eaten since dinner the day before, and was hungry. But Helena had been around slaves, and they did not ask to eat; those that did were flogged. She stood behind her lord’s chair, and when he was done, he let her go into the kitchen and eat what was left on his plate only. After that, she knew to keep his dish filled always with food, for that was all she was ever allotted.

Helena ran errands, delivered messages, and followed her Master about everywhere he called for. She found herself enjoying Gustavo’s company, and more, she thought she was falling in love with him. The afternoon of her first day, she was given a pony and rode behind his large horse into the forest where her family was murdered. The stench of rotting flesh attracted flies. Gustavo ordered that the deceased be sent back to Adan for proper burial. “What is odd, though, is that I do not see any woman fitting Helena’s description,” he noted.

Helena could not keep from weeping at the site. “Maybe…maybe they took Helena…for, well, you know, milord,” she said, trying to cover her tracks. “That is Master Adan’s lady,” she added, nodding toward her poor mother.

Gustavo agreed that the rogues, for their pleasure, had most likely taken Helena. He had also seen his slave’s tears, and this had endeared him to the boy. Perhaps Henri was a coward, but he was yet young, and would learn that fear was an unnecessary emotion. The dedication in his face and eyes earned him sympathy from his master, but a good master would not show it. They mounted and rode back to manor.

A few nights later, Gustavo casually asked Helena if she had ever been in love. Shocked, she sat upright on her pallet. That was not a question masters generally asked of their slaves. “I suppose I have been.” She wished to ask why, but knew that a good slave would not ask a question that crossed his Master.

Then, he asked, “What was she like?”

Helena’s thoughts raced through her head. Should she tell him that she had fallen in love with him? Deciding she would seem ridiculous if she did, she replied, “She was a lot like…like you, My Lord.”

“Like me? Then, dear boy, I am very sorry for you. I am sure you could find a better woman than one like me! How old was she?”

“About your age, too,” Helena said dismally.

Gustavo was appalled. “If you are going to fall in love, you ought to be older than the woman, not younger! And so much younger! Honestly, at my age women are not worth falling in love with.” Helena smiled in the dark. He had no clue that she spoke of him. The subject was never brought up again.

A few weeks after Gustavo had gained his slave, he decided it was time he bathed. “Now, slave, I will show you how to bathe me,” he said.

Helena paled. When he was naked, he seemed more intimidating than when he was clothed. At least in dressing him, he was without garments for only a few minutes. And Helena had seen him look at her with lusty eyes. She did not think that he knew she was a woman, but this concerned her. There had been a time when she was dismissed to relieve herself. Going back to her Master, Helena had heard him speaking with a guest. He confided in the other man that he wished his slave were a woman, at times. Henri’s personality and temperament certainly fit that of a woman’s. She decided she would have to be more careful, and so she observed men closely, seeking to emulate their temperament and disposition.

In any case, she found herself with a very naked man, washing his body as he instructed her. Eventually, he was satisfied that he was clean enough and she dried off his muscular body. Always she averted her eyes as much as possible. She was afraid to appear too interested in his body, although she could stare at his Roman features for hours on end. And he was more than happy to let her watch. He did not normally lust after men, but this effeminate boy had won a special place in his heart. And he felt that Henri adored him, perhaps in a way that he should not. As though comforting himself, he would tell himself that the ancients preferred homosexual relationships to heterosexual. He had expressed a desire that his little slave were female, not male. But this night, he at last decided that, as Henri would never change his gender, he would have to do something.

Henri was more nervous than Gustavo had every seen him. As he wrapped his Master in towels, he was told to kneel. Carefully, he did as he was told. Gustavo finished drying himself off, then flung the towels across the room. His member slowly canlı bahis siteleri grew, looking at the boy kneeling submissively in front of him. Henri lowered his eyes as Gustavo began to stroke it. “Henri. This lesson that I will teach you is…different than anything you have learned before.”

Helena looked up, past his cock, searching his eyes for what he was implying. “My Lord, I-“

“Don’t speak. Just do as I tell you. Now then, give me your hands.”

Her fingers were long and slender, compared to his. This was a mystery that had often puzzled Gustavo, how his slave’s body was so unmanly. Taking the boy’s hands, he wrapped them around his member. “Stroke it,” he whispered.

She did not mind, really, although she had never come into contact with a man so intimately. She stroked gently, sometimes tugging at it, quite unsure of what to do. “Act as though you were pleasuring yourself,” commanded the Duke.

Helena flushed a deep red, which did not look unnatural in the firelight. Obviously, she had never stroked herself before, and she still did not know what to do. The Duke let her explore him for several minutes, enjoying the slave’s touch. “Now, Henri, I would like for you to kiss it.”

She looked at him in astonishment. “My Lord?”

“Kiss it. Put your lips around it and suck it, my boy,” he told her.

She shook, but kissed his cock and placed it in her mouth. The man relished at the feeling of her soft tongue licking the head, and her warm, wet mouth engulfing him. His self-control lasted long enough that she was beginning to feel comfortable with their position. She then felt him tense, and as she tried to pull away, his hands twisted themselves in her hair and forced her back onto his cock. A gooey, hot liquid filled her mouth, more bitter than the worst of wines. When he finished and released her head, she immediately spit his cum out onto the stone floor. “I’m sorry, my Lord! Please forgive me,” she begged, teary-eyed.

“It is alright, Henri. It was your first time.”

The slave took a towel, still damp from her Master’s bath, and cleaned up the mess. She found herself lifted to her feet when she was done, Gustavo’s fingers trying to push down her breeches. “Master…what are you doing?” she cried in alarm. He was about to discover her secret.

“Shh, boy. I only wish to return the favor.”

She pushed him away. “That is unnecessary, Sir. Please, I would prefer you didn’t.”

Helena hated saying that. She desperately wanted him to touch her, make love to her, but if he did that, he would know she was not what he thought. After living with him, even for a week, she could not bear him to be disappointed in her and send her away. “But it is necessary,” he replied.

She made for the door, but Gustavo was faster than she. He slung her over his shoulder, and she cried out. “No, please, don’t!”

Squirming, hitting, and kicking made no difference to the Duke. He was more resolved to have his slave the more she struggled. He tossed her on the bed, and reached for heavy iron chains she had somehow neglected to notice. It was fortunate, thought he, that he had anticipated this resistance, and had the chains attached to the bed earlier that day. First her slim wrists, then her ankles, the Duke secured her to the bed. She tried to free herself, but the iron bonds were unyielding. Gustavo took his dagger from the scribe’s desk, the silver metal glittering in the firelight. He cut away her shirt. Noticing the corset around her chest, he asked with astonishment, “What are you hiding?”

That was cut away, too. Her breasts came free, and she turned deep scarlet. He touched her nipples, tweaking and pinching them. She moaned, and he moved back to undressing her. He sliced at the breeches, and held up the handkerchief she had there. “Nice. Now,” he said, kissing her neck, “is there anything else you would like to tell me that I didn’t know?”

She writhed under his touch as he stroked her lithe body. “I’ve never been with a man before,” she whispered, arching towards him.

His mouth seized hers, and she kissed him back. They kissed for a long, long time, the Duke gracefully stooped over the bed to meet the immobilized girl’s lips with his own. When he at last broke the kiss, she whimpered. “Don’t do that, sweet,” he said, “or I shall be forced to resort to more drastic measures.”

“Like what?” Helena dared.

“Well, I might have to do this, for instance,” he replied, and began again down her neck, toward her exposed breasts.

“Wouldn’t it be easier if you were on the bed, My Lord?” she pointed out.

He smoothly positioned himself over her body, and continued. She could feel his fingers as they outlined her breasts, her nipples, and traveled down her body to her dampening pussy. It was covered with a few dark, coarse hairs that curled even more as they got wet. Her breathing quickened as Gustavo’s mouth worshipped her rosy nipples. He caressed her clit, and she strained in her bonds, moaning all the while. Kissing down her belly, Gustavo found the place where his fingers were, and moved his fingers lower. She could not move, but had she the ability, she would have spread her legs wider. She was squirming again, this time not with the terror of what discovery would bring, but pleasure that she had not know existed. “Oh…please, don’t stop!” she cried out.

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Please let me share something with you that I think you will like, but first a little background. My name is Steven and I am a married man. My wife and I have been married 6 happy years. Dawn, my wife is a beautiful woman about 5’7” with light brown hair and green-gray eyes. She is still stunning even after having given birth to two children.

Dawn is the love of my life. She is the reason why I live, the reason why I draw breath, but as much as wishes it the hard truth is that she was not the first. Sherry was the first love of my life. She is also around the same height as my wife but with blonde hair, green eyes and a hard-defined figure.

I on the other hand stand 5’9” with long black hair and dark skin, something that I get from my Spanish heritage. When I was younger I let my fingernails grow out long and I clipped them to sharp points like that of sharks teeth. Even now on occasion I will clip them the same way. My most dominant feature would have to be my eyes. The colors of my eyes are a golden brown with a dark brown almost black circle around the iris.

I have always had an athletic build. People have told me that I could be a body builder if I just put my mind to it. With 28-inch thighs and 16-inch biceps I tend to agree with them. The only problem that I really had a kid and teenager was my weight. I have never considered myself fat, but like most guys my age I was borderline. It wasn’t until I started studying martial arts did I start losing my belly.

My lust for women drove my training. Sherry had taken Tae-Kwon-Do classes and I saw what it had done for her, so having been interested in martial arts most my life I started training on my own. I guess this is how I caught the eye of Dawn as well as Sherry.

They had known each other in school and when I was dating Dawn, Sherry couldn’t stand it. Of course when I still spoke with Sherry my wife went nuts.

Even though it has been over a decade since we have dated, we still talk and I consider her one of my closest friends. My wife tried for many years to understand but she could never grasp the nature of Sherry and my relationship.

Sherry and I dated many times in high school. She was the first girl that I kissed. She was also the first girl that I had any kind of sexual encounter with, as limited as it was.

Like many teenagers at that time, our first real date was to the movies at the local mall. She wore a light flowery dress that hugged her girlish figure and developing breasts.

We made our way through the mall looking through the shop windows while holding hands and kissing in the isles. Making flirtatious passes at one another in the bookstore.

She would raise the hem of her dress up to her thighs, trying to see how much it would take to get my going and I must admit it didn’t take much.

In the toy store I pressed her up against the wall of stuffed animals kissing her hard. Our tongues playing tag with each other as my hand slid up her bare legs up under her dress. Her breathing quickened as my hand got higher on her virgin thighs until I touched her cotton panties. She gasped in fright and excitement at the touch. It seemed that she didn’t know whether to push me away or pull me closer.

Sherry was at odds with her desires and her reason. She finally slid from my clutches just as my fingers were rubbing the crease of her undies. An explosion of warmth enveloped my fingertips as they hit a certain spot, but she moved too quickly for me to realize what I had hit.

I noticed that her nipples were hard as pencil erasers when she glanced back. “I think we need to get out of here stud.” The smile on her face was one of frustration and bliss. Like a woman that knows her thoughts are a cardinal sin, but in the mists of lust it only makes it that much more exciting.

With our arms wrapped around one another we entered the theater lobby and bought some drinks. In the theater her head was resting on my shoulder as we moved down the isles looking for a seat. We arrived early by fifteen minutes and the theater was deserted. She and I took a couple of seats at the back of the theater so if someone came into the room we would see them but they wouldn’t see us unless they glanced back over their shoulders.

We sat and talked as we waited for the movie to start all the while our hands playing with each other. Our fingers would circle the other’s finger like mock tongues. I would turn her palm up and lightly scratch it with the tips of my sharp fingernails until they were flushed red and sweating.

I noticed her unconsciously licking her lips every few seconds and watch her eyes dart down to my lap then back up. The edge of her dress rested high on her thighs and her knees were turned towards me.

The movie started ten minutes late, but we didn’t seem to notice. Our bodies leaned in to one another with our heads resting on the others. She started rubbing my arm from forearm to bicep. She hugged my arm with her other arm putting mine in an awkward position. I was forced to rest my hand on her canlı bahis şirketleri naked knee.

Touching her legs made my blood burn and I began to sweat. Before I knew what I was doing my fingers began to rub circles on her knee. My movements didn’t seem to bother Sherry and in fact she slid her top leg down just a little bit almost like she wanted to spread her legs but that would have been too obvious.

She continued to rub my arm but as she did I noticed she was pressing the back of her hand to my chest. Sherry’s hand was rubbing across my nipple as she did this and whether it was intentional or not I couldn’t tell. But after a few minutes of this she had to of noticed my hard nipple and it seemed that she didn’t mind because she just kept on rubbing it.

Sherry’s attention was off my arm now and focused on my chest. This caused the circles that I was doing on her knee to widen and encompass her entire knee. We kissed. My hand began the slow travel up her thigh and back down again. My fingernails dancing across her sensitive skin and her reaction was to thrust her tongue into my mouth.

I felt the material of her dress as my hand slid under it. Her hand unbuttoned my shirt just enough for her hand to slip in. Even at the age of fifteen my chest was covered in fine dark hair, another gift of my heritage.

There was a heat coming from between her legs that guided my hand. I could feel the dampness even before my hand reached for panties, but when it did reach them her legs slid further apart.

I began kissing her face, then her cheeks, next her ears and then finally her neck. She let out a heavy sigh as I opened my mouth and gently bit her neck and pressed my hand against her covered mound.

Her next reaction was to claw at my chest and moan. I sucked on the skin of her neck as my fingers searched for that spot from earlier. It took me only a moment to find it, but when I did it was like she became a different person.

Sherry turned her head away from me offering me her neck as she began to grind into my hand. I was in shock. I had never thought that I could be this effective on my first try.

“Mmmm. Oh Steven.”

“You like that baby?” I whispered in her ear.

“YES!” she gasped as she was still grinding into me.

I smiled and looked into her eyes, “Then lets try this.”

I switched hands so that my left arm, which had been pinned, was quickly replaced with my right hand. The first arm was now around her back and reaching around her in almost a hug, but with one difference. My left hand was at her chest feeling her left breast.

My fingers found the edge of her panty and slid underneath them. They were so wet that my first thought was she had spilled her drink, but that wasn’t the case. The tips of my fingers probed her slit and were instantly wet at the touch.

“Oh. What’s this?” I breathed into her ear.

Her moans became steady as one finger slid into her and the fingers of my other hand tweaked her nipple. “OH YESS BABY!” Sherry said as her hand moved down to my lap and pressed against my groin. She ran her fingers up the length of my hard-on. Sherry grabbed at my cock through my pants and rubbed it against my leg as I inserted another finger. She tightened up, “FUCK! YESS!”

I pulled my fingers out just to the tips and slid them up and down her lips until I hit her clit. She shuttered when my fingernails grazed her clit and she let out a loud gasp. I had found it.

“OH! YESS!” she moaned. “OH! GOD! YESS!”

My fingers already wet began to circle her clit causing her to moan louder and louder. The faster I rubbed her clit the louder her got. I started alternating finger-fucking her and then rubbing her clit until she leaned back biting her bottom lip and running her fingers through her hair.

“OH! OH! I’m almost THERE!” Her hips were thrusting into my hand as my other hand pinched her nipple. “THAT’S IT!” With my two fingers on either side of her clit I moved them back and forth as fast as I could. Just listening to her breathing get heavier. “OOOH! OOOOH! YESSS! YESS!” Her body began to tremble. “OOOOH! GODD!” An explosion of warmth expelled from her cunt into the palm of my hand. “I-I’MMM CCUMMMMING!”

Her fists were pulling at her hail as her breathing came in deep gasps. I was stunned at what I had just done to her. I could do nothing but watch as she wiggled her pussy around my fingers until the wave subsided.

I don’t remember anything about that movie that we ‘watched’ and was forced to rent it years later.

When we left the theater her legs were wobbly and we got meaningful glances from the ushers.

After high school Sherry moved off to college and was in a relationship with this air force guy that treated her like shit. We would talk on the phone for hours and she would tell me of how he never touched her or seemed interested in her. She would have to beg for sex and even then it was less than desired.

I could never understand why because she was hot. She thought that he may have been cheating canlı kaçak iddaa on her, but she could never prove it. She would come down to visit one of her girl friends about once a year just to get away.

Now by this time I was already married with one kid and one on the way. This is when I heard that she was down for a couple of days. I returned home from working the nightshift when she and her best friend greeted me in the parking lot of our apartments.

She must have been working out, or maybe it was the lack of sex in my own life, because when I saw her, my mouth dropped open. She was wearing this short tight black skirt with black stockings and a white top that was tight across the chest and cut low enough to show off her delicious cleavage.

Ann was her friend and was also a looker. She was wearing tight black slacks that showed off her ghetto-booty and they were hip-huggers so when she bent over you see her red thong riding up the crack of her ass. She wore a red sweater the strained to cover her amazingly big breasts.

They greeted me with a big hug and right off I could smell that they had been drinking. Sherry gave me a peck on the cheek and squeezed me crushing her tits into my chest. Ann on the other hand gave me a full body hug. When she hugged me she pressed her entire body against me, which started to excite me, and I think that she knew it. She lingered there for a few moments, pressed up against me breathing into my ear as she nuzzled into my neck.

I invited them into my apartment knowing that my wife was there and if I didn’t that she would have thought something was shady. My wife had that ‘I can’t believe they are bold enough to come here’ look on her face, but she smiled and made pleasant conversation.

I brought my children down to meet her and she in turn pulled out a camera and started taking pictures of the kids. The conversation was dry and tension was in the air. Not just because of the uneasiness between my wife and this woman that I use to date, but because at one point while my wife and I were dating Sherry had told her that she could take me away from her at any time that she wanted.

When my wife wasn’t looking or was in another room Sherry would brush her hand against my hand or rub my thigh. I could feel her eyes on me as I would get up from the couch and caught her staring at my ass more than once.

At one point I wanted to test the waters and make sure that I wasn’t reading anything into this so I put my hand on her silk thigh, just below the hem of her skirt and noticed a smile wash across her face.

She seemed to not want to cause any problems between my wife and I so they got up to leave. I walked them to their truck, which was parked at the front of the apartments a couple of buildings down from mine. Once out of eyesight of my apartment both women pulled my arms into theirs.

“Why don’t you come over tonight?” Ann asked. “We were planning on going back to my place and have a couple daiquiris.”

“Yeah that is if you wife will let you out of the house,” Sherry said jokingly.

We reached Ann’s truck and they each gave me another hug, but this time it wasn’t the hug a friend gives another friend. Sherry reached up around my neck and pulled me close nuzzling into my neck. The heat from her breath causing sudden changes down below, “I wish that you could come over, but I don’t want to cause any problems.”

“I know,” I replied. “But I am married now and have to be a good boy.” I flashed her a crooked smile.

Her reply shocked me, “Oh honey you have always been good.”

Sherry opened the door and slipped into the passenger seat causing her skirt to ride up her thighs to the top of her stockings.

I turned and Ann was standing there. Her arms encircled me in a close tight hug. Up until that moment I had never thought of her in a sexual way, but she pressed her body into me and I knew there was no hiding my erection. Ann held onto me longer than I expected and nuzzled into my neck as well. Her hips started to grind into my groin feeling my hard cock.

Her legs wrapped around the bulge in my crotch and slowly rode up and down its length as she kissed my neck. Shivers ran down my spine as blood rushed up my cock. Then as quickly as it began it ended.

I watched as they drove off into the night. I was forced to walk back to my apartment and wife with a painful hard-on. The warm air of the apartment was overbearing and I began to sweat profusely.

“Well,” my wife began in a sarcastic tone. “That was a pleasant visit. Did you know SHE was in town?”

“No,” I answered truthfully. “Had no clue. But even if you’re not, I’m glad she stopped by. I haven’t seen her in three years.” Looking at Dawn I noticed her flushed cheeks and the look in her eyes that could only mean one thing. No sex for at least a week or more.

Only the ringing of the telephone broke the next hour of silence and Dawn was in no mood to talk on the damned thing. So I walked over to the stand where the phone lay and picked up the receiver.

“Hello?”

The canlı kaçak bahis voice on the other end of the line was unmistakable. “Steven?” Sherry’s hypnotic voice asked. “Sorry to do this to you, but I left my camera over there.”

It sat on the coffee table in the living room. “Yeah I see it. Funny I didn’t even notice it.”

She chuckled on the other end of the line, “Would be a dear and bring to Ann’s place? I would come and get it, but we started drinking and neither one of us are in any condition to drive.” There was laughing in the background and Ann’s voice could be heard, but not understood.

“Well let me check first before I say yes,” I covered the receiver and turned to Dawn. “Dear this is Ann,” I lied. “Sherry is asleep and she just realized that they left her camera over here. She wants to know if I would mind taking it to her. Do you mind?”

She let out a big sigh and turned her attention to the television. “I guess. You don’t get to see her that often. Just don’t stay out too late ok.”

My heart leapt into my throat, then speaking back into the phone, “I’ll be there in a little bit.”

After kissing Dawn goodbye, I headed off to Ann’s place. My mind was racing thinking of all the things that could happen, but I kept telling myself that I was married. It may not have been happily at the present time, but for the most part we were happy.

Not like I looked too appealing at the present moment wearing a plain white t-shirt and black sweat pants with no underwear. My hair was always the same, long and straight, but I hadn’t washed it in a couple of days so it was soft and shiny.

My tongue was pierced and I unconsciously played with the ball by running it across the front of my teeth making a clicking noise. For some reason I was nervous and couldn’t figure out why, but then thought it may have had something to do with the hugs that I got from the ladies.

Ann lived just outside of town and it took me fifteen minutes before I was pulling up in her driveway. The night was moonless and without the lights of the city it made it almost pitch black.

The doorbell rang and Ann opened the door. My eyes went instantly to the sports bra that she wore. It looked as if she had cantaloupes stuffed into it and her nipples were already hard and standing at attention. She also wore sweats, but the tops of them were rolled down to her hips and they must have shrunk in the wash because they were skintight.

Noticing my gaze she smiled, “Sorry we didn’t think you were coming so we slipped into our bed clothes.”

“Oh no reason to be sorry,” I smiled back a joker’s grin. “Its not like I am complaining.”

Sherry stepped into the hallway, “Oh he’s here. I didn’t hear him knock.”

Now I had problems because she wore a two-piece red satin nightie. It was low cut and hung just above her hard nipples with string shoulder straps. The bottoms were loose like men’s boxers, but cut high up the thigh like a bikini.

Ann giggled, “Steven I think you have some drool on the corner of your mouth.”

Blushing I walked into her home. In her house it was cold, dark and there was music playing on her stereo. The living room was modest filled with mixed furniture. There was a sliding glass door that led to the backyard and the living room was connected to the dining room.

On the dining table was two mixed drinks that were two-thirds empty. “Would you like something to drink? We have been drinking daiquiris.”

“Sure if you have some mixed up.” Ann started to the kitchen, but stumbled after three steps, which caused Sherry the burst out laughing.

“Told you that you were getting drunk,” Sherry teased still laughing at Ann. Her breasts bounced noticeably as she laughed.

Ann’s reply was simple, “Oh fuck off, ha ha.” They both laughed.

A slow song started playing on the radio as Ann continued to the kitchen and Sherry turned to me. Walking up to me she gave me a hug, which turned into a dance.

We moved slowly to the music, our bodies barely touching just close enough for her nipples to rub against my chest. Their hardness tracing circles around mine as my hands held onto her hips.

My dick was again painfully hard creating a tent of my sweats. But there was nothing that I could do but wear it proudly. She moved closer and pressed herself against my hardness and grinned in response.

The song ended and the dance was over. By this time Ann walked back in handing me a glass of red mush.

“Has fresh strawberries in it. Taste it and tell me what you think.”

I took the drink and downed half of it trying to relax. That’s when I noticed that she noticed my pop-tent.

“I need another drink,” Sherry stated and she went in to the kitchen to refresh her drink.

“Well looks like you have a little problem there,” Ann flirted.

A puzzled look appeared on my face, “Pardon?”

She reached down and wrapped her fingers around my cock, “I meant this. Hmmm. Looks like you are having a problem with your sweats.”

I smiled, “I don’t think it is a problem, do you?” From the kitchen doorway Sherry stood watching Ann stroking my manhood. I tried to remind myself that I was married, but the alcohol was rushing to my head quickly.

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I woke up and stretched lazily under the fluffy down comforter as my alarm softly buzzed next to my head. My dark brown eyes peek out from behind shuttered eyelids and gaze out the window. The day was just starting, and the suns first rays cascaded into my room warmly. I reluctantly slide out of bed and pad down the hall to the bathroom. I stand in front of the full-body mirror and remove my night clothes. My eyes travel up and down my curvy body. I’m of average height, but my body is chubby and endowed nicely. My hands rise to cup my 48ddd tits lightly and thumb the hardening nipples quickly. Breathing heavily as I move one of my hands down to cradle my plump pussy in its palm. Using the heel of my hand, I rub against my throbbing clit. My smooth pussy becomes wet quickly, so I slip two fingers deep into my pussy. Because of what my hands were doing to my body, my release rapidly approached.

I picture you in my mind, your fat cock dripping precum. I imagine me on my knees in front of you as you take my hair and wrap it around your hands. I feel your wet cock slide against my mouth, and across my cheeks as you tease me relentlessly. My fingers begin to push into me harder and faster, my other hand squeezing my tit almost painfully. Mercifully, you finally shove your cock into my wanton mouth. Your hips pumping strongly as your hands guide my mouth on your cock. I can only grunt and groan around your fat dick as you fuck my mouth and throat. I feel your cock swell and begin to quiver as you shove it deep and keep my head still. As your first jet of hot cum sprays on my throat, I open my eyes and stare at my reflection in the mirror as my body convulses in orgasm. My creamy cum gushes out from around my pounding fingers to drip and run down my thick, trembling thighs. Gasping and nearly collapsing, I quickly jump into an invigorating shower and clean up. Refreshed and pleasantly throbbing, I walk back güvenilir bahis to my room, droplets of water running down my pale skin slowly. As I passed the linen closet, I get a large, fluffy towel and begin to dry my long, burgundy hair. I can not help but fantasize about the way your deep, sexy voice sends chills down my spine; the way your cock makes my pussy quiver in delight.

I head towards my closet, smiling. I had a lot of chores that had to be done today so getting an early start had seemed the sensible thing to do. I pulled a pale purple cotton tank top and white shorts out and placed them on the bed, and after toweling off the remaining water, I dressed. I forgo my panties and bra for now because I know I am nowhere near finished cumming for you. I grab the clothes strewn along the floor and put them in the basket. Turning back to double-check, I see my secret toy collection. I smile wickedly and grab the box and head to the bed. Opening it, I pull out the toys.

I had a vibrating bullet, a standard sized dildo, anal beads, sex lotions, and a huge dildo that I rarely was turned on enough to use, the big boy. It was 9 inches and exceptionally thick. It was firm and rubbery, including a set of impressive balls. Just seeing it made my pussy clench and moisten.

I placed the big dildo and my bullet on the table next to my bed and put the rest of the toys back into the box. I slip off my shorts and lie back on my bed. Utilizing the bullet, I turn the vibration on medium. I use one hand to spread open my shaved pussy lips and set the bullet directly on my clit. My back arches up off the bed, and I moan loudly as the vibrations move through my body swiftly. I bend my legs and spread them wide, circling my clit slowly with the toy. My pussy gets so hot and wet when I think of you. Wishing you were here to eat my sweet, wet pussy until I came all over your face. The idea of your lips on türkçe bahis my cunt drives me to move the bullet faster. I dip a finger into my leaking pussy and bring it to my mouth. I gently suck on my finger, the taste of my sweet juice making me moan with delight.

My hips begin to buck up to push the toy into my clit harder, my hand moves to my clothed tit and begins to pull on my nipple hard. My orgasm rushes through me quickly; I imagine your mouth clasped around my cunt hole, sucking all of my juice out hungrily. Not giving my body time to come down, I jump up and get the dildo. My dripping wet cunt incredibly ready for the toy to stretch and plunge into its depths. To lube it up, I suck and lick it all over, even the balls. Thinking I was sucking your cock, I thrust as much of the 9 inches down my throat as I can. When I can’t take it anymore, I place the dripping wet rubber cock on the bed and hold it upright. I straddle the huge toy and rub my soaked pussy with the rubbery head. Placing my cunt hole right over it I begin to drop down. I feel the thick head push against my slick pussy and push down harder. I use one hand to stretch my lips and the other to reach around to slide a finger inside my pussy to help it fit. I groan loudly as the fat toy pops into my tight cunt almost reluctantly.

I hold just the head inside me and remove my top roughly. I tease my nipples hard and slide down on the toy further. Soon, my velvety insides were convulsing around the fat toy. As my pussy adjusts to the massive size, I imagine your body beneath me. Your hands gripping my fleshy hips roughly and urging me to bounce. I begin to slide up and down feeling my pussy stretch wide. Reaching down, I use my bullet on my clit again and begin to bounce harder. My pussy leaks juice with each bounce and I grunt as it hits the bottom of my hole. I spread open my ass and use two fingers on my asshole. Gathering juice from güvenilir bahis siteleri the toy, I slip them deep into my ass as I fuck the toy. The feeling of pleasure in both holes drives me over the edge. I scream and slam down on the toy and bury my fingers knuckle deep in my ass. Hot, sticky cum squirting out forcefully around the toy to soak the bed and my thighs. Gasping hard, out of breath, I collapse on the bed and remove my fingers from my ass. The toy stays buried inside me as I lie on my back, gasping, and beaming. I glance over at my desk and see my cell phone is blinking. I get it quickly and check my texts.

It is a message from you. My pussy tightens around the toy hard as I read your words. It seems you had stroked your cock for me in the shower this morning and had come hard thinking of me sucking your cock. Had imagined me drinking all of your cum hungrily, like a dirtly little cum slut. You had decided to take a few pictures the last time you had jacked off and had sent them to me this morning. I opened them up and licked my lips as your cock appeared on my screen, a thick rope of cum dripping down your fat cock head. As I stare at your picture, I reach down and grab the toy by the balls. I begin to pump it in and out slowly as I switch to the next picture. Your beautiful cock was glistening with precum that you had used to lube your cock for pumping. I moan passionately and begin to drive the toy harder into me. The picture of your wet cock mesmerizes me as I think of you fucking me hard and fast. My legs hooked over your broad shoulders, your cock jack hammering into me. I dig the toy into me at the same speed as my vision is showing me. Screaming and grunting like an animal, I cum again. This time I pull the toy out and rub my clit hard and fast. I squirt cum hard and fast all over the bed. My back arches off the bed, my toes curl, and my eyes squeeze shut tight as the orgasm shuts down all thinking.

With the last squirt, I slowly open my eyes and struggle to breath right. After a few moments to calm my self, I grab the phone and smile. You were calling. It seemed my pleasure was not over yet.

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