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Alice pondered her situation. She was 21 and had been dating a hot guy for a few months. He was the best fuck she’d ever had, but having said that, she wasn’t all that experienced. During conversation one day it had emerged that her boyfriend, Sam, had been much more adventurous than she could have imagined: he’d been involved in group sex and even had anal sex. While the thought of it all kind of turned her on, she was worried that he’d get bored of her and find someone else to do these things with if she wouldn’t. Sam had tried to assure her that he wouldn’t do that, but she suddenly felt under pressure to be more adventurous in bed.

Alice knew deep down that the past didn’t matter, and that the pressure she was placing on herself was coming from within, but she couldn’t get the whole thing out of her mind. She felt inadequate during that conversation because up until meeting Sam she’d never even given head, never mind being with more than one person! She’d never really considered anal sex until it came up in conversation that day, and it sparked some curiosity for her. She could tell by the way Sam talked about it that he’d really enjoyed it, and she wanted him to be satisfied by her. She spent a lot of time trying to come round to the idea but wouldn’t dare suggest it to him in case she changed her mind.

Alice decided to do some research online and of course found loads of information. Inevitably she also came across a vast amount of porn, which was another thing she’d never been interested in before. She couldn’t believe she was even contemplating watching it, but curiosity got the better of her and she clicked on one of the links she’d found. Alice was amazed by the size of the guy’s cock in the video, and watched as he pummelled away at the woman’s pussy, fucking her from behind. She watched him start to thumb her arse and watched as the woman moaned in pleasure.

Alice felt her pussy start to get wet and her cheeks became flushed. She carried on watching as the man pulled his enormous cock out of the woman’s pussy and pressed it against her arsehole, watching the woman grimace as he pushed it in slowly but firmly. She was astounded by how wet her pussy had become, she hadn’t even touched it! She watched as gradually the man started to fuck the woman’s arse harder, faster, getting deeper with each thrust. The woman was crying out and playing with her clit as she was fucked. Eventually the man pulled out of her arse and shot his cum all over her arse cheeks, and the video ended.

Alice sat for a moment, almost shell-shocked. She could not believe how much the video had turned her on – she also couldn’t believe that the woman in the video could take such a huge cock in her tight arse. Alice couldn’t help herself, she had to cum. She quickly shed her clothes and climbed onto her bed, reaching her fingers down to her smooth pussy and stroking the outer lips for a moment. She used her index finger to stroke her slit and felt how wet she was – her pussy was wetter than ever before and it felt electric. She began to circle her clit and found herself arching her back as she grew closer and closer to orgasm.

Alice stopped for a minute – she wanted it to last longer. She reached for her trusty vibrator from her drawer next to the bed, and slowly pushed it into her sopping wet pussy. She loved how it stretched her hole, and when she’d got it all the way in she continued to play with her clit again. Alice felt her orgasm building, quickly gathering pace. She was fucking herself with her vibe and furiously rubbing her clit when she erupted in the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. Her pussy squirted when she came, it was that good. Alice lay on the bed as her orgasm subsided, panting heavily. She pinched her nipples a few times, amazed at how hard they were. It was getting late and she should get some sleep…

The next day Alice almanbahis şikayet and Sam were meeting up. She decided to wear some skimpy lace French knickers and a matching lace bra, fishnet stockings, stilettos and a red dress which accentuated her curves, leaving little to the imagination. She wore bright red lipstick to match the dress. She arrived a few minutes late for their date at the restaurant, to find Sam waiting for her at their table. When he saw her he almost did a double take, he was shocked at just how ravishing she looked. She joined him and noticed the grin on his face, letting her know he was more than impressed with her choice of outfit.

She took her phone from her bag and typed a simple message to him: “tonight I want it in my arse”. She sent the message and put her phone away. A few moments later Sam’s phone beeped and he saw the message.

He looked shocked and stammered, “a-are you, er, sure?”. She smiled and nodded at him, and took a drink from her glass of red wine which he’d ordered before she arrived. He couldn’t keep his eyes off her lips, they looked so sexy with that lipstick on. He couldn’t wait to feel them around his cock later. The pair ordered and ate their meal with a brewing sexual tension between them. When they finished at the restaurant, Sam was desperate to take her back to his place. He hailed a cab and they climbed in, directing the driver.

Sam put his hand on Alice’s thigh, feeling the silky material of her stunning dress. Her dress was long but had a convenient slit up one side, which just happened to be the side Sam was sitting at. He slipped his hand into the slit of the dress and felt the top of her fishnet stockings beneath his fingers. He moved his fingers to the edge of her knickers and already he could feel the warmth coming from her pussy. He softly rubbed her clit through the lace, and felt her tense up and gasp. The cab driver seemed to be oblivious to what was happening, but his presence was exciting to both of them. Sam slipped a finger underneath her knickers and felt how wet her pussy was – he took advantage of the fact and worked his finger into her hot hole.

Alice was trying not to let on to the driver that she was being fingered, so had to keep her excitement inside as much as possible when what she wanted to do was moan out loud. Sam knew this, and made things more difficult for her by inserting another finger into her wet mound. Alice let him fuck her with his two fingers and she was doing quite a good job of keeping quiet. Then Sam started to press on her clit with his thumb and Alice let an involuntary moan escape her lips. Sam took the opportunity to kiss her sumptuous lips and pushed his tongue into her mouth, all the while continuing his gorgeous attack on her pussy. Alice came quickly and bit down on Sam’s tongue as she did so, not too hard but enough to let him know she was cumming. His fingers were flooded with her juice and he smiled at her, seeing her face turn a beautiful shade of red. He slowly removed his fingers from her and discretely sniffed them, then licked them clean. His cock was so hard he was sure it was going to rip through his trousers. Luckily they would be home in a few minutes.

When they arrived at Sam’s house, he helped her out of the cab and took her by the hand, leading her to his front door. Now they were alone for the first time that evening, and Sam wanted to make the most of it. He hurriedly opened the door and pulled her inside, pushing her up against the wall and kissing her furiously. She reached down and unfastened his trousers, which fell to the ground, and she pulled his boxer shorts down too. His cock sprang up, it was huge and rock hard and oozing pre-cum.

They moved into the lounge and Sam sat down on the sofa with his legs apart. Alice didn’t need an invitation, she virtually fell to her knees between his legs and immediately almanbahis canlı casino took his cock into her mouth. She could taste his salty pre-cum, and knew he was incredibly turned on by everything that had happened already. She bobbed her head up and down on his cock, taking just the head in her mouth, looking up at his face so he could see her big blue eyes as she sucked him. He grabbed her dark hair, gently pulling at it, as she took more of his cock into her mouth. She was swirling her tongue around his shaft as she wrapped her lips around it, and the head was bashing the back of her mouth as she sucked. Sam was in heaven. He watched as she fucked his cock with her mouth, tasting him. Alice cupped his balls in her hand and gently squeezed them as she sucked his cock. Sam knew he wouldn’t last long and told her to stop before he came in her mouth. Slowly, teasingly, Alice removed her mouth from his cock, giving it one last suck as she went. Now it was her turn…

They both stood up and Sam moved behind her, finding the zip of her dress and slowly unzipping it. The dress fell to the floor, leaving Alice standing in her sexy underwear and stiletto heels. Sam loved the way she looked in her hold-up stockings: she was his little whore. He removed her cum-soaked French knickers and released her amazing 36C tits from her bra. Sam knelt in front of her, holding her thighs, inhaling her sweet pussy scent. He probed her pussy with his tongue, drinking in her cum. She whimpered as she felt his tongue slide up and down her pussy. He was nibbling her clit now, sucking on it then gently biting it. Alice felt her legs begin to buckle and Sam told her to lie on the rug on the floor. He spread her legs apart and again started to eat her out. Her pussy was already dripping wet and when Sam pushed three fingers deep into it she came again, pushing down on his hand and covering his face in cum.

Sam’s cock grew even harder and he knew he had to fuck her right now. He climbed on top of her and pressed his cock against her pussy, pushing her lips apart and entering her. He shuddered as he felt her hot wet pussy engulfing his cock. Sam fucked her like this for a few minutes, nibbling on her nipples and making her cum again on his cock. As much as he was enjoying it, he pulled out and sat facing her on the rug. He dipped his fingers into her pussy again to get them nice and wet, and after checking that Alice was still OK with everything he began to lightly circle her arsehole with his cum-soaked fingers.

Alice shivered at his touch, it was gentle and felt good. He stroked her hole for a while, letting her get used to this new sensation. He gradually built up the pressure so that his finger was almost past her tight sphincter, and he pushed it in while Alice moaned and tried to relax for him. Once his finger was in, Sam used his other hand to play with her clit. This helped a lot, Alice relaxed much more and Sam could move his finger deeper and slowly fuck her arse with it. She was enjoying it, Sam could tell. He kept playing with her clit as he worked another finger into her tight hole, stretching it wider. Alice’s face contorted and she gritted her teeth through the pain, until it felt good. Sam took his cue from her and when she started to relax he finger-fucked her again with both fingers. Alice moved her own hand down to her pussy and furiously rubbed her clit until she came hard yet again, which Sam could feel with his fingers in her arse. He decided she was ready for his cock, which was so fucking hard now. Sam turned her over onto her front and got her on all fours with her arse in the air.

Alice was apprehensive about being fucked like this, but she wanted to try it. She so wanted to let him take her in a way she’d never been fucked before, she wanted to know what it felt like to be stuffed full of his big cock. Alice rested her head on almanbahis casino her forearms in front of her, legs spread wide, arse in the air, waiting for the invasion. Sam dipped his cock into her pussy a few times, making it wet with her cum. He took some lube and rubbed it into her arse; the cold jelly made her gasp in surprise. He knelt behind her, getting really excited about taking her anal virginity, his cock standing to full attention. Softly he held her hips, resting his cock in between her arse cheeks. She could feel how hot his cock was, she could feel it throbbing in anticipation. He then let go of her hips, steadied himself by resting his hand on her left cheek and used his right hand to guide his cock to her tight hole.

He rubbed his slippery stiff cock around her arsehole, making her moan, and after a few moments of this he started to apply pressure against her tightness. Instinctively Alice tensed up, so Sam reminded her to try and relax and let him in. She relaxed as best as she could while he slowly pushed his long, thick cock inside her arse. Her arse was so tight that it took him over a minute just to get the head of his cock in. He couldn’t help but moan in delight as his cock slowly disappeared in her arse. Once he’d got a few of his nine inches into her hole, he stopped still to let her adjust to this new sensation. Alice was almost crying in pain but she didn’t want him to stop. She was struggling to regulate her breathing and Sam stroked her hair to try and help her relax. After a few minutes of this, Alice was ready for more. Sam gave another push and another inch or so of his cock was inside her. He reached around to her pussy and stroked the nub of her clit lightly.

“Mmmmmmm” was the response from Alice. Sam knew she was starting to enjoy this and advanced his cock further as he played with her clit, until eventually all nine inches were deep inside her.

Alice started to shout “yes, fuck me, I want you to fuck my arse!”.

Of course Sam obliged. He slowly pulled his cock out half way and then firmly pushed back in, making Alice gasp loudly. He kept going like this, faster, until she was crying out repeatedly each time he plunged his cock into her arse. Soon Sam was fucking his girlfriend’s tight arse hard and fast; her arse had stretched enough to take it without causing her pain, and she was even pushing her arse back to meet his cock. Sam knew he couldn’t last much longer, her arse felt too damn good around his cock. He began to slow down to prolong the sensation, causing Alice to complain because she liked it fast and hard.

“Baby I’m going to cum if I keep fucking your arse so hard” he explained, and Alice shouted at him to fill her arse with his hot cum. He quickened his pace again until he was fucking her even faster than before, making her almost scream each time he penetrated her, and within a couple of minutes of this he let out a loud wail himself and she felt his cock suddenly stiffen up inside her as his hot, sticky cum shot into her arse. He grabbed her hips tightly and rammed his cock as deep as he could into her as he came. His orgasm was the most intense he could remember ever having, and lasted a couple of minutes. When he thought it was over, he began to withdraw from her arse, and she cried out as his cock was removed. This is when Sam realised his cock was still rock hard, and still squirting his hot cum! He rested his cock on one of her arse cheeks and watched as it continued to pulsate and shoot his cum onto her soft skin. Alice’s arsehole was still gaping open from the fucking and his cum was oozing out of it.

Alice said nothing, she was too exhausted to speak. Sam handed her her lacy knickers and helped her to put them on so they would catch the cum, and he took her to the bathroom and started to run the shower for them to clean up.

Alice and Sam held each other in the shower, the hot water raining down on them. They tenderly soaped each others’ skin and kissed each other deeply. Alice felt a bit sore but knew that she would be asking for another arse-fucking session soon: Sam had awakened something in her that she couldn’t ignore…

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How did I get myself into this mess?

There I was, leaned over the side of her bed, legs spread wide, bound and blindfolded. I could hardly move, could barely even squirm. She’d put these bondage cuffs on my wrists and ankles; ones that had metal fasteners to either be clipped together or restrained to something else.

And restrained, I most definitely was. She’d guided me to the bed, drunk and horny, and had maneuvered me into this mess. She’d stretched me forward, sprawled me over the bed and locked my bondage cuffs together and to something on the other side. My ankles were spread wide and bound to the bed posts via thick cords. I was completely helpless, completely at her mercy.

She played with my ass, fingering it, loosening it for the fucking to come.

It just doesn’t work like this, damn it! Men do the fucking. Women get fucked. That’s the way of life. But apparently, no one had informed her of this universal rule. I was so nervous and scared and wanted to beg off the whole thing, but something kept me silent. Something let the ass play continue and let the fucking to come draw closer. I was horny. In fact, I was so rock hard it hurt.

How the fuck did I get myself into this mess?

* * *

Like many episodes of exploration, experimentation, and discovery, this one started in college. I came to college with two very achievable goals in my minds: getting my degree and getting laid. The first was normal enough. Computer science seemed as good a degree as any, and I’d had some light programming classes in high school. So, get a degree, get a job, make tons of money. The American dream, right?

Right.

And then there was the second goal. I wasn’t exactly sure how to pursue that one. Several unfortunate and demoralizing incidents throughout my high school days had made me quite socially passive. As embarrassing as it was to admit, I was still a virgin. Nineteen and still a virgin! How pathetic.

But, I was going to rectify that inadequacy! . . . somehow . . .

Back in high school, my problem had been my personality. I was very studious and unfortunately rather introverted. Most people mistook this as snobbish and uptight, which was so not true!

But I soon discovered that in college those problems weren’t nearly as prevalent. Most of the worthless chaff in life either didn’t make it to college, or got cut out of it early on. Bonus! Those that were left seemed much more like me than any clique in high school. I was sure I could find a group of friends to fit in with, preferably one with plenty of attractive young ladies in it (naturally).

I met Teresa (her friends called her Tessa) early in the first semester. What can I say, she was hot. Her body was beautifully proportioned, not exactly voluptuous, but slim and athletic. I learned later that she’d been both a gymnast and a ballerina growing up. She had this wonderful hourglass figure, silken blonde hair, and deep blue eyes. The oval black-rimmed glasses she wore gave her a wonderful air of sophistication and intellect.

Quiet and subdued, she was almost always smiling, as if the world at large delighted her. She was such a sweet and innocent thing, almost angelic, when I thought about it. Perfect. Absolutely perfect! Now I just had to build up the courage to talk to her (and find an opening when our calculus professor wasn’t droning on).

A perfect innocent angel. That was my first impression.

Man, was I off the mark.

She’d chosen to wear her exquisite hair in a ponytail today, held in place with an intricate clasp. She’d wore this one before, a genuine silver article . . . probably awfully expensive. The clasp had these strange designs on it, almost like waves in an ocean, and strategically placed little green gems. I wondered how wealthy her family was, and if possibly this would make her look down on me. My family was pretty middle-class.

How did I know all of this about the clasp? Because I spent fifty minutes every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday staring at the back of her head, that’s how.

The professor was late today. I later found out that he’d gotten a ticket for speeding. Good old traffic patrol. If they can catch you going 30 in a 25, they will. I made a mental note not to oink the next time I passed one of their cruisers. Delaying the professor definitely fell into the category of public service.

However, I had more important matters to consider than where my calc prof was. My mind busily tried to conjure up some excuse to start talking to Tessa. I opened my calc book, rifled through it, glanced through my notes. Nothing was really coming to mind. I should have left some of the practice problems undone. That way, I could have asked for her help . . .

Hmmm . . . I looked down at the last problem in my notebook, gripped the top of the page, and began to pull it out along the perforated edge.

I got about halfway through when Tessa turned around.

“Hi!”

“Uhh almanbahis . . .” I so wish I could think faster on my feet.

“Got a minute?” she asked sweetly. She had this intoxicating grin on her face, and somehow, just by looking at me, she made me feel as if I had put it there. Total tripe, of course, but hey, I’ll take what I can get.

“Uhh . . . sure,” I said, recovering as best I could. “What do you need?”

Tessa adjusted her posture in her seat, swinging her bare legs over the side and crossing them. She set her notebook on my desk and turned it so I could read it. Wow. Her handwriting was so neat, way better than the scribbled notes and half-thoughts in my notebook.

“This one. I’m having a lot of trouble with it.”

I looked at the problem. My first reaction was you’re having a lot of trouble with that one? . . . but I didn’t say anything. I’m not that much of an idiot.

The problem dealt with deriving of the kinematics equations for position, speed, and acceleration. Not very tough for anyone who’s had a physics class. I explained it as best I could. The problem was actually a good one to teach, since it had so many practical applications. Anyone could mentally grasp position, velocity, and acceleration, and the problem demonstrated how those three equations where related mathematically.

“Wow . . . that really cleared things up. How about you teach the class instead of Herr Langeweile?”

What the? Herr Langeweile . . .?

She must have seen the confusion written on my face.

“It’s German.”

Well, I pretty much figured out that part from the “Herr.”

“Langeweile means boredom.”

“Ah! Okay. I get it now,” I said, then gave her a courtesy laugh for the effort.

“Didn’t you take a foreign language in high school?”

“Well, yeah,” I said, thinking through my words before speaking. I didn’t want the situation to deteriorate, especially after having such a promising start. “I took Italian. Don’t remember a thing.”

Tessa smiled sweetly. “Yeah, I guess you’re right. It was pretty vague.”

“I’m sure if I understood German, it would have been very funny,” I said and that got a polite chuckle for my effort. Sweet.

We spent the rest of the class chatting about this and that, though mostly about our classes. We exchanged names officially, though I already knew hers “Nice to meet you, David. I’m Teresa, but my friends call me Tessa.” She was a computer science major, just like me, starting out this semester, just like me. I thought it was odd I didn’t see her in more classes, but then, we both had a lot of useless non-computer-science classes to get out of the way. She was actually taking Fencing this semester as one of her Phys Ed requirements.

“Keeps me in shape,” she said. Oh, it certainly did.

The class ended with the professor never showing. I normally grabbed a bite to eat after this class and asked her if she wanted to join me over at the Food Court.

“Sure!” she said, sounding so deliciously delighted.

The Food Court had a McDonald’s, a Pizza Hut, and a Starbucks. The three basic food groups: fast food, pizza, and coffee. I grabbed a personal pizza and a Sprite while she got some Starbucks coffee and something to dunk with. We met up at a table secluded in one corner of the Court.

I set my backpack down and let out a sigh of relief. Damn, that thing could be heavy.

We talked some more and the topics became more personal. Where are you from? What brought you here? Why Computer Science? Do you have a scholarship? Which one? Where are you staying?

“Oh, I stay with a friend,” Tessa said. “We have an apartment on the campus outskirts. It’s just a short walk away. Really convenient.”

A friend, huh? That was rather vague. I needed to find out the gender on this one before proceeding. “So do you and her split the cost?”

“Oh, no. She takes care of that. Her family’s really well off. I think they’re multimillionaires, actually.”

She had an apartment paid for in full by someone else? And here I was, stuck in a noisy (and sometimes smelly) dormitory? I’ll admit it, I was jealous. If only I had a rich friend to bunk with, and if that rich friend were a hot young lady, well, Bonus.

At least her friend was female. I really hated conversations that go like this: “So, what are you doing this weekend?” “Oh, I’ll be having sex with my boyfriend. Buzz off.”

Not that I’d actually had conversations quite that bad, but close. Very close.

Well, now or never. That’s what I told myself. Now or never.

“So . . . you doing anything this weekend?” I asked.

“Oh . . . this and that . . .” she said. Very non-committal. But she did smile at me, making eye contact with those deep blue eyes of hers. She had this mischievous glint in those eyes. Not at all innocent or angelic.

Have I mentioned that first impressions can be deceiving?

I continued on. If I was going down, it might almanbahis yeni giriş as well be in a glorious ball of fire. “How about dinner and a movie this Saturday?”

“Hmmm . . . thanks, but no thanks. I have plans this weekend. Maybe some other time.”

There was that damnable line again. “Maybe some other time.” I do so despise that line. Why can’t girls just tell it to you straight? Why do they have to hide behind these pathetic word games that string you on and leave things ambiguous?

Little did I know that Tessa, the sweet-innocent-beautiful-and-smart girl of my dreams, actually meant what she said. What a concept.

* * *

I met and talked with Tessa a lot after that first meeting. We’d chat up each other before class and meet up at the Food Court after we’d had our brains wracked by another bout of Calculus. It certainly helped that she was often the one asking me about the problems.

I kept up a steady chatty attitude towards her, trying to see if it was the right moment to ask again. She had said maybe some other time. I mean, the ladies of the world couldn’t all be liars? Right?

Right?!?

Slowly, it seemed like my efforts were paying off. She began to open up, to let her hair down, so to speak. Even if she wasn’t going to let me into her pants, at least we were becoming good friends. I guess that’s a consolation prize of some sort. A pretty sucky one, but oh well. Beggars can’t be choosers.

So, it was a complete surprise when she said: “My friend’s taking off for the weekend, so I’ve got absolutely nothing to do.”

Yeah, that’s right. Tessa almost always spent the weekends hanging or club-hopping with her friend. Her friend Quinn. What kind of a name for a girl is Quinn anyway? It sounds like a boy’s name.

When I discovered that bit, I went on-line and did a little searching, just to make sure Tessa wasn’t playing some sort of joke on me. It turns out we were both right. Quinn is both a boy name and girl name with Irish and Gaelic origins. It means “counsel.” At least, that’s what ThinkBabyNames.com has to say about it.

The Internet. It’s so much more than just free porn. Gotta love it.

“So . . .” I started cautiously. Tessa was presenting me with an invitation and I most certainly didn’t want to botch it. “Nothing to do?”

“Nope. Not a thing.”

“Well . . . how about dinner and a movie with me?”

She shook her head. “Nah, there’s nothing good out.”

I made a few suggestions, but she shot them all down.

“Those are all such guy movies. I don’t feel like sitting through two and a half hours of mindless explosions.”

“Actually, some of them have pretty good plots too,” I ventured, getting a little desperate.

“Oh, please,” Tessa said, but I could tell she was still in good humor. She was just toying with me, which was fine as long as I got the date in the end.

I decided to toss the ball back in her court. “So, if not a movie, then what?”

“Hmmm . . .” she made a good act of thinking it over. I was pretty sure she already had something picked out. “You ever been to the Green Lounge?”

“Ahh . . . no, can’t say that I have.”

“It’s a dance club. A pretty good one. Good music. Good drinks. Plus they don’t card college students. Well, not too often.”

Dancing. Great. Just fucking great.

“I take it you don’t have a fake ID yet?”

Yet? “Ahh . . . no. No, I haven’t gotten one . . . yet.”

“See! It’s perfect, then!”

Yeah. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect.

But what else could I say but: “Yeah. Sounds like fun,” while doing my best to feign interest. “Alright then.”

We set a time and she gave me directions to the club. I had twenty-seven hours to learn how to dance. Otherwise, I had twenty-seven hours (plus a few minutes) until I made an absolute fool of myself.

The things we men do for something hot, wet, and tight. I tell you, are we all insane or something?

Don’t answer that.

I spent the whole next day fretting over the whole thing, getting so nervous I had to chew a few Tums tablets to settle my stomach down. Back at the dorm, I looked through my wardrobe for something club-appropriate.

But there was a problem. I had no idea what club-appropriate meant for this particular club, and I hadn’t asked Tessa. Stupid, stupid David. Oh well, how tough could it be?

I settled on a pair of black slacks (with only one unsightly wrinkle from my luggage, but they were black and the club should be dark, right?) and also picked out a dark green button-down shirt. There’s no way I could possibly pull off suave and debonair, so I figured I could try to look classically well-dressed.

Plus, it was that or blue jeans and a t-shirt. Or rummaging through the laundry bag for something dressier. Oh yeah, either of those would make great impressions.

I showed up almost twenty minutes early. She showed up fifteen minutes late. But it almanbahis giriş was worth every minute.

Tessa wore a tight red shirt that left her midriff bare, along with a very short black shirt that hugged her hips oh-so-nicely. Her silhouette and the glimpses of pale flesh reminded me of just how fit and toned her body was. She’d applied a little more makeup than usual, accentuating her eyes and lips and making her look damn sexy.

“Did you wait long?” she asked apologetically, pushing some of her blonde silky hair back. She’d worn it loose today, and it somehow made her look sexy, appealing, and willing.

“Nah. I was actually running a bit late myself. I’ve only been here a few minutes,” I said and this seemed to make her happy. That whole “honesty is the best policy” can take a back seat to “must get me some of that” any day.

The club had a bouncer that let Tessa in without a word but stopped me and requested my ID. Oh shit. I had one, but it showed the wrong age for this sort of club.

“Oh, he’s with me today,” Tessa said, all sweet and innocent.

The bouncer gave her a polite nod and let me in. “Of course. My apologies,” he added as we entered the club. I was a bit surprised by the whole episode, but didn’t really give it much thought. In fact, with the music slamming so hard I could feel it in my chest, there really wasn’t room for an internal monologue.

Tessa ordered some drinks and I got to work on developing a nice confidence-enhancing buzz. I was going to need it tonight.

We sat at the bar and chatted for a while about absolutely nothing, nursing our drinks. Tessa seemed way more at ease than me. The alcohol assisted in clearing that out, but that didn’t mean I was ready to start making a fool of myself. Still, Tessa insisted and eventually dragged me out onto the dance floor.

It really wasn’t all that bad. The place was packed and people were bumping and grinding into each other constantly, sometimes making room for a particularly capable dancer or couple. Mostly, it involved a lot of really loud music and a bunch of half-drunk people gyrating up against each other. That, I could manage.

We took a few breaks to liquor up, then danced some more. Drank then danced. Danced, then drank. I had a real solid buzz going, but I was still mostly coherent. Tessa had loosened up nicely and was starting to get kind of giggly.

Eventually we left and I did the gentlemanly duty of escorting her to her apartment. It was within walking distance of the Green Lounge anyway, and I had to metabolize some of that alcohol before I even thought of getting behind a wheel.

The apartment turned out to be pretty high-scale stuff, judging from the exterior and the foyer. We took an elevator to the top floor, number thirty. I’d come along with her this far and she hadn’t protested. I figured that if she weren’t interested, she would have let me know at the ground floor.

There were only two rooms on top floor. Both had to be huge to take up the entire floor. Tessa got her key out (which turned out to be a keycard), opened the door, and invited me in. Sweet.

The interior was really high-scale for two college students, but I guess if one of them had money to burn, they could burn it however they wanted. The rooms were spacious and well furnished, but definitely had a feminine edge to them. The colors were, well, not very masculine. Plus, what was with all those dream catchers? Certainly not like my room, with my movie posters adorning the walls, ceiling, and both sides of the door.

I closed the door behind me. It was one of the automatic locking doors you find in hotels.

Tessa set her purse down and gave me this mischievous look. Damn, she looked hot. My cock felt like it was going to explode out of my pants.

She came up to me and our warm horny bodies pressed against each other. We kissed and groped and fondled each other. Her mouth was hot and willing and our tongues twined and played. My repressed erection prodded at her through my pants. There’s no way she could have misinterpreted my interest or intent now.

She broke from our passionate kissing. Her hands settled at my sides. “Come on. The bedroom’s this way.”

Damn, I was so fucking horny, but a part of me was nervous also. I had a feeling that Tessa was experienced. Really, really experienced. I doubted a virgin would be this aggressive to just welcome a guy into her apartment after one date. With very little prodding on my part, I might add.

So much for my innocent angel. Oh well. I’d be happy with hot and horny succubus as an alternate.

The bed turned out to be large with dark wood posters and deep blue satin sheets. Tessa crossed her arms and lifted her shirt up over her head in a single skilled motion. Her nicely rounded, perky breasts were restrained only by a black lacy bra. It looked incredible sexy on her pale well-toned body.

Tessa started to fiddle with the buttons on my shirt. I reached out as she worked, my hands enclosing her narrow waist and sliding up her body. She was so incredibly smooth and soft, but there was an unmistakable firmness to her body. She took pride in her physical condition and it showed.

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Mick knew that he’d made a mistake when he first walked the door into his apartment. He wasn’t sure what it was he’d done wrong but the house just felt wrong. It wasn’t the sort of thing he could put his finger on yet it had the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end. “Hello?” He hadn’t expected an answer but the silence was almost as damning as a human voice would have been.

That was the first clue that really settled in his mind. He’d been in the house for an entire minute and Smokey the cat hadn’t run up to him to beg for his attention. “Smokey. C’mere girl!” He patted his knee expecting her to emerge from where ever she was hiding. “That’s odd.” Pulling off his coat and setting it on the coat rack and scanned the living room.

The room was clean, something Mick had to admit with more than just a hint of self loathing was as sure a sign that someone had been in his place as a person sleeping on his couch. He almost never got all his clothing out of the room and he always left a tall glass of water resting on his coffee table. “Hello!” He called this time louder and the same nothing responded.

Nobody had called telling him they’d be coming over which was just common courtesy (especially if they wanted him to pick them up something to drink) not that most of the people Mick hung around with were renown for their manners. That meant he could narrow it down to the people who either had keys to his place or at least knew that he kept on in the fake piece of dog shit in his bushes. Which sadly only narrowed it down from everybody he knew to everybody he’d known for more than five years.

He didn’t have a lot of time to ponder the list of people who might be in the house before he was interrupted by Smokey’s frustrated cries. Mick shook his head and smiled at Smokey who was standing several feet from the kitchen door angrily meowing at the guardian, an upright Oreck, crowding the door way. “Silly kitty. Who were you annoying?” He walked around the vacuum and scooped her into his arms affectionately nuzzling the cat who immediately purred a happy response. “You know if you weren’t such an obnoxious brat people might not always try to lock you away. No they wouldn’t.” He lightly kissed her on the top of her head and then sat her back on the floor. “For now though you can stay in here. You look like you’ve been a very patient kitty though.” Mick opened the fridge and poured her a saucer of milk, heated her up a can of the wet cat food and got a beer before leaving the cat still trapped in the kitchen. “I’ll let you out later. Promise.”

Armed with a cold beer Mick returned to his quest to find his home invader. As he reached the top of the stairs he found his first clue. A Frederick’s of Hollywood bag and next to an empty shoe box and a pair of old sneakers. Well that narrowed it down to female friends, and female friends with cute little feet at that. That wasn’t really particularly narrowing either but as surprise guests went this was shaping up to be quite interesting.

Turning the corner at the top of the stairs brought him to another clue a pair of white sock with red stripes and a step beyond that a pair of track shorts. Mick smirked slightly still clueless as to who could be leaving such an enticing trail through his home. “I wonder who.” He mused aloud, now perfectly content to follow along obediently. There was another item, a neon green sports bra and a hair scrunchie right almanbahis şikayet outside the bathroom door.

He opened the door to the bathroom and other than a pair of panties resting on his bath rug it was empty. The room was still warm and filled with the hot steam. The mirror was fogged up except for a crude drawing of a nude woman with her legs spread and an arrow pointing towards his room. “Cute.” Mick drawled with a smirk but he followed the arrow to his room.

The woman sprawled out on his bed wasn’t nude. She was wearing a pair of sky blue heels with big bows behind her slender ankles. Her stockings, garter belt, thong and bra were all matching sky blue and just a shade shy of transparent. She was an itty bitty little slip of a girl. If he hadn’t graduated from college, a year after her, he wouldn’t have believed the waifish five foot nothing just more than a handful of cleavage girl was of age. The candy apple red lipstick on her pouty mouth and violet eye shadow didn’t do much more to make her maturity apparent.

The thing that gave away Fiona’s age were her eyes. Something about the way she looked at Mick always made her seem powerful. She was always in control of every situation and it was every bit as intoxicating as it was infuriating. “Took you long enough.” Fiona whispered rolling onto her hands and knees and crawling to the edge of the bed. “You like it? Last I checked you were really into fairies.” She twisted her spine to reveal a tiny pair of transparent wings attached to the back of her bra. “You like?”

“I’m certainly not complaining.” Mick answered with a leer. “Though I am curious why you didn’t call.” He said allowing the gravitational pull of her beauty to draw him to the bed where he took a seat.

“Don’t you like surprises?” Fiona purred crawling and resting her head on his shoulder. Her skin was still warm from her shower and aroma of her lilac scented soap wafted around Mick. “You used to like surprises.” Tilting her head just slightly she ran her tongue along his jaw line up to his ear, gently caressing the lobe before biting down and playfully tugging at it.”

Biting down on his lower lip only stifled his gasp for a split second and when it came it was louder than he expected. “Fi, what do you want?” She tugged a little harder her hands slipped beneath his arms gliding smoothly over his chest up to his collar. Instead of an answer, or perhaps it was an answer, she started unbuttoning his shirt while she continued nibbling at his ear. “Fi!” Mick exclaimed when her fingers pinched down on his nipple twisting slightly. Without thinking Mick tilted his head back presenting his throat to her. “Stop.” He whimpered.

Fiona yanked his shirt back popping the last few buttons of his shirt and pulled it half way down off his arms leaving them partially pinned behind him. Each of her hands had claimed a nipple to twist and tweak enjoying the micro gasps that accompanies the responsive twitches of his body. “Stop?” She bit down on his shoulder hard enough to get a light wince out of him. “Stop? I’m pretty familiar with the international gesture for stop and you aren’t given it.” She hissed kissing down along his spine until she reached the small of his back. Once there she worked her way back up this time pulling a bit of flesh between her teeth each time until she her head again rested on his shoulder. “If you really want me to stop, maybe you should stop almanbahis canlı casino me.” Her hands slid down over the smooth flesh of his chest, down to his stomach and even lower removing belt. “You know you’re so much bigger than I am.” She teased. At the same time she slipped her hand into his boxers pawing around until she found his cock only half erect and wrapped her fingers around it.

The idea of stopping her crossed his mind for only a moment before fleeing to its farthest corners. It was difficult to form any thoughts with her breasts pressing against his back and her smell utterly engulfing him. Her slender digits wrapped around his cock robbed him of any objections he might have had. “What do you want Fi?”

“What makes you so certain I want anything?” She squeezed down on his cock. “Maybe I’m just here because I really like the way you whimper. Did you ever think of that?” At some point she had kicked off her shoes because when she wrapped her legs around his waist she uses her bare feet to wriggle his pants and boxers down to his ankles. “Did you ever think of that?” She laced her legs around his spreading them so she could slip a hand between his thighs and cradle his sack. Mick shook his head and shuddered. “Of course not.” Fiona started stroking his shaft in long slow motions. “You just think so lowly of me.” Her voice was twisted into a pout. “Do you remember what we were talking about the other week?” Mick tried to clear his mind of the haze it was in and remember anything he’d said to anybody in the last month. He wasn’t sure if it was her grasp that kept him from remembering or if he was just drawing a blank at random but either way he shook his head. “Tick tock. If you can’t remember maybe I’ll go find someone to play with who listens to me on the phone, late at night-” her voice dropped an octave “-when they call me drunk, horny and watching porn.” Mick’s entire body went stiff. “Oh you remember now?”

“Yes.” Mick whispered. He’d spent most of a day trying to convince himself that hadn’t happened and when he didn’t get a teasing call the next day he was sure he’d just dreamt it. “You’re gonna make ms say it aren’t you?”

“I’m not making you do anything.” Fiona whispered her grasp loosening around his shaft. “I would never make you do anything you were uncomfortable with.” The smile on her face was audible. “Like I said I’m sure there’s someone else who’d love to be the one to help me break in my new toy.” Fiona pressed her cheek to his guiding his gaze to his television where black bottle sat next to an indiscrete cardboard box. “So are you gonna ask me to grant your wish?”

“I wish you’d lickmyass whileIcuminasa.” He mumbled under his breath and embarrassed blush burning his skin.

Her grip loosened even more until she was just grazing her fingers over his flesh. “You don’t sound like you really want it.” She was about to remove her hand from his crotch when he clasped her wrist. “Oh, that’s cute. But I want to hear you ask. I mean what you want is so nasty. So degrading. You won’t ever look at me the same way again after I jam my tongue in you ass. Worse you’ll be thinking about another woman.” Fiona could feel his pace quicken in his against her chest. “Do you know what that’s like for a woman? Knowing that while you’re here with me you’ll be thinking about porn whore Asa Akira, like I’m not good enough for you. Even after all that you can’t even almanbahis casino ask me like you really want it.” She sniffled and dramatically tossed her head to one side.

“Please Fiona would you lick my asshole and make me cum?” The blush he already felt seemed like it would singe him.

“See was that really so hard?” She asked brushing her lips against his cheek in the process. She twisted herself around him to the floor and walked on tip toe over to the box pulling out a second smaller box. That smaller box had a picture of Mick’s favorite Pornstar, Asa Akira. It was an authentic mold of the Asian woman’s asshole. Fi pulled the tube from the box and the bottle before skipping back over to him and sinking submissively to her knees. Only she still had that look in her eyes, that predatory stare that reminded Mick exactly whom had submitted and it wasn’t the pixie kneeling on the floor.

She smirked hungrily picking up the bottle and squeezing the light pink gel along the length of his cock. “Strawberry flavored. My fav.” She giggled kissing the tip of his dick and then smearing it all over his shaft with one hand.

Fiona reached down for the Fleshlight and placed the swollen tip of Mick’s cock against the tight latex hole. “Go on, close your eyes. I want you to imagine that really is Asa sitting down on your nice fat cock.” Fi leaned in close flickering her tongue over his scrotum. Slowly she applied more and more pressure until finally the rubber stretched open to admit his cock. Even then she had to force it down over him. Each time it his dick slid another inch into the toy her lips and tongue ventured a little lower, first to the underside of his balls, then to his taint where she stopped gently capturing some skin between her teeth.

“Oh God.” Mick gripped the sheets of his bed instantly pulling from the bed. It was so tight and Fi hadn’t just chosen strawberry flavored, she’d also chosen warming gel. It felt just like real flesh squeezing around his cock. Then there was her tongue achingly close to his ass. He could actually feel her breath and he had to fight to keep from clenching up. Fiona hooked on arm around his thigh holding him down when she sealed her lips to his puckered hole and wriggled her tongue into it. It was impossible to understand the string of babble that bubbled out of Mick’s mouth when Fiona’s kiss deepened. His breath caught in his chest and his heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest. He could hear Fiona slurping and the same wet sound was coming from the Fleshlight. “Oh fuck, oh Fuck, OH FUCK!” Mick didn’t think about it when he reached down and palmed Fiona’s head and pulled her into him. Fiona dug her nails into Mick’s muscular backside continuing to push her tongue against him and pumping the Fleshlight as quickly as she could manage. Mick tried to keep the spasms from rocking his hips too much but he couldn’t stop himself from grinding against Fiona’s outstretched tongue. He held her just like that until he was completely spent and collapsed onto the bed. A thin layer of sweat was beading on his brow. “Oh my God. You are so fucking amazing.”

Fiona just smiled pulling the Fleshlight off him and tossing it to the floor before grabbing his face with both hands and hauling him into a massive kiss. “Now who’s the best woman in the world?”

“You are.” Mick answered wrapping his arms around her and pulling her against him. “You are.”

“And what are you gonna tell that cow Catherine when she asks you which one of us is better? If you give the right answer maybe next time you won’t have to fuck a fake ass.” She purred.

Mick didn’t answer her right then but his decision was certainly made.

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She was, for the first time in her life, infatuated with sex. Sure, she always enjoyed it, was happy to have it, and did her part to make it interesting, but after last weekend, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. Well, him, really. Him; his tongue licking her pussy and her ass, his hand, smacking her cheeks, pinking them nicely to match her pussy, his cock, high and hard, ramming into her tight holes.

Given the choice now, she’d let him fuck her asshole anytime. The fact that she didn’t need to make the choice made it even better. He’d do whatever she wanted to make her feel good. Even better was the fact that he enjoyed it, too, and the more she did, the more he did, which was just incentive. She’d even bought a vibrator last time because he’d mentioned one in passing. They never got to use it because he was too busy making her beg for a spanking, but she had every intention of getting both of her holes filled by him tonight.

She’d made a nice dinner, something she knew he liked, but not too heavy. While dinner was in the oven, she showered. It was all she could do to keep from stroking herself to a warm, bubbly orgasm, but she wanted to save it for later. She did make sure to have every nook and cranny lickably clean because she knew how much he enjoyed eating her bare pussy and ass. She dressed, putting on a pair of boy-cut lace panties she thought he’d like, although she’d never noticed before how the seam tickled her swollen clit. That was just what she needed; something else to make her constantly aware of how much she wanted him to fuck her. Just walking around the house, that seam gently rubbing her hard bud, her panties were soaked through. By the time he got there, she was in a silent frenzy.

When he came in the door, he gave her a one-armed hug, the other hand reaching down to stroke her. She sagged against him, the pressure of his fingers pressing the seam harder into her clit and his tongue swirling around her mouth almost too much for her. He rubbed her until she started to gasp, then gently pushed her away, but not before he reached up and pinched her nipples

Dinner was agony. Of course, he ate with gusto, complimenting her cooking, even having seconds. He flirted around the subject of later, making small talk and veiled innuendos. He helped her clear the dishes, loading them into the dishwasher, washing those items in the sink that didn’t go in the dishwasher, and putting the centerpiece back on the table. Why had she ever split with him?

She turned to walk out of the kitchen when almanbahis he grabbed her. He bent her over the island, pulled her pants and panties down, and thrust two fingers into her soaked pussy. With the other hand, he reached up for her shirt, helping her pull it over her head. Her bra was next, and suddenly, the shock of cold granite against her warm body made her squeal. Her nipples were so hard as to be almost painful, but his fingers buried in her made her almost forget that. She began to moan and shake, hands grasping for purchase on the smooth granite. She came. She came hard and fast, her pussy tightening and then relaxing around his fingers. Before she could get her pants completely off, he had lifted her onto the edge of the island which was, thankfully, still warm from her body, pulled them off himself, and kneeled down to bury his face in her warmth.

He sucked her still-hard clit, pushing her legs as wide as they would go. She laid back on the island, and he pushed her legs up over her head, giving him full access, front to back. He licked her juices from her, thrusting his tongue in and out of her tightening pussy, then moved lower to tongue her rosebud. He alternated between her clit, her pussy, and her asshole. He sucked her clit, putting two fingers in her pussy at the same time. He stroked them in and out, listening to her little noises. He moved down to lick her asshole, thinking that he enjoyed eating her ass as much as, if not more than, her pussy. He worked his tongue into her tight hole, still working his fingers in her pussy. He was going to fuck her ass tonight, but he wanted to tongue it. He made his tongue flat, licking her, imagining her to be the tastiest treat he’d ever had until she told him she wanted him to fuck her.

He followed her into the bedroom, undressing himself on the way. She crawled on the bed, reaching across to the nightstand for the remote, the lube, and the vibrator. She made sure her rounded ass was high in the air so there was no question about where she wanted his interest, and other things, to focus. He took the hint, caressing her cheeks while she put the porno she had also bought last week on. The best thing about DVDs was that you could stop on the good scenes with no problem. She already had it set on a scene where the blonde in the movie was up on all fours, wriggling her ass at the guy in the movie who had a vibe in his hand, just like she was wriggling her ass at him.

He pulled her to him, deciding to give her a good, hard fucking first. He eased his hard cock almanbahis yeni giriş into her, reveling in the velvet softness of her. He started out slowly but firmly stroking, in and out, while gently massaging her puckered hole with the pad of his thumb. He fucked her until she groaned in pleasure and frustration, pushing back against him. He continued until she was ready to come again, then stopped. She moaned in frustration, continued to push back against him, but he would do no more. He brought her attention to the woman on the television, getting her asshole filled by a huge, pink vibrator, asking if that’s what she wanted. When she whimpered and undulated her ass at him, tossing him the lube at the same time, he took that as an affirmative.

He dripped the lube onto her waiting asshole, rubbing some onto her hardened clit, and coated the vibrator. He stroked the vibe against her, then touched it to her waiting hole. He slowly turned it, pushing into her at the same time. When her ass opened to accept the vibe, he pushed harder. He felt it go past the ring of muscle and began easing it into her more firmly. When he had it fully inserted, she sighed and wiggled at him. He slowly pulled it out, twisting at the same time. He reached underneath and began lightly stroking her clit, catching it between his thumb and forefinger when he felt her twitch. He pinched it, making her gasp. He positioned himself behind her, using his body to hold the vibrator in her ass so that he could use that hand to pinch her nipples.

She was in sensory overload. The stimulation of her nipples, her clit, and her asshole being filled were almost too much. It was so hard for her to concentrate on everything at once that she couldn’t come. The woman on the screen was currently having her asshole mercilessly reamed by a huge veined cock; it matched the one stuffed into her pussy. She was sucking on the pink vibe. She realized that her pussy was being left out in the cold and pointed this out to him. He moved up a bit, burying his cock in her pussy in one stroke. His movement turned the vibe on, and she came. Immediately and hard. She cried out and bucked back against him, shoving the vibe further into her ass and his cock harder into her cunt. He grabbed her hips, pushing and pulling her. His balls slapped her clit, keeping it stimulated.

Looking down at the vibe in her ass and his cock in her cunt drove him crazy. She was loosening around his dick, allowing him easier access to fuck her. He let go of her hips and reached down for almanbahis giriş the vibe. He stroked it in and out, matching his own strokes, watching the pinker ring of flesh appear on the outstroke. She continued to come, gasping and grunting, pushing back against him. He wanted to bury his dick in her asshole, shooting his hot load deep into her like he did last time. He adored her tight pussy, its elasticity working to let her orgasm and then loosen up so he could give her a good, relaxing fuck, but her asshole was another story. While it got loose enough to take him in, it only got as loose as he was big. The vibe was smaller than his dick, but had opened her sufficiently to allow him to thrust in and ream her out without doing damage.

While he was caught up in his thoughts, she began another orgasm. He pulled the vibe out of her ass, and while it was still open and pulsing, he rammed himself in. She shrieked and he felt the ring of muscle grab him tight enough to keep him from pulling out. He pulled her up and pinched her nipples harder than he intended, but when her asshole tightened even more and she became still for a fraction of a second, he knew what would be good for her. He pinched and pulled her nipples, then let one go, reached down and pinched her clit just as hard. He felt the wetness run down his balls and gripped her tighter to him, still pinching her nipples alternately, and relentlessly assaulting her clit. He shoved her face down on the bed, and began pounding his dick in her asshole, which was still tighter than anything he’d ever felt. He fucked her ass, listening to her whine and beg him not to stop. She was still coming, and he could feel her juices all over his front and down his legs.

He suddenly pulled out, flipped her over, thrust her legs up over her head, and crammed his cock back into her now gaping ass. He wanted to watch her face, eyes rolled back in her head, mouth gasping for more air than she could breathe. He wanted to watch her tits jiggle while he pummeled her anus into submission. He wanted access to her clit, which looked like a small, overripe strawberry. He fucked her ass, reaching down to pinch her clit again, until he felt his own heat rising. He knew he wouldn’t be able to hold back much longer, now that he could watch her. When he couldn’t hold back anymore, he buried himself up to his balls in her crinkle and felt his own hot juice fill her bowels. He came until his balls were empty, feeling like they would never fill again.

He fell across the bed and lay next to her while she tried to catch her breath. When he heard her breathing become rhythmic and her legs fell to the side, he let himself sleep. His last thought before he drifted off was to wonder what he could do to make her come like that again next time.

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Vanessa stood nervously before the elevator. She had just moved to Vancouver from a small town in Saskatchewan a little less than a year ago and her relatively new group of friends had been repeatedly telling her over the last few weeks that they had a ritual whenever someone turned twenty. They wouldn’t give any details, only laughed mischievously. Tonight was her twentieth birthday, and even though she had her reservations, she was arriving at her friend Stacey’s apartment that evening at 7:30 as directed.

As she waited for the elevator, nervously chewing her full bottom lip, she caught sight of herself in one of the mirrors decorating the lobby. Her big green eyes quickly scanned her 5’7″ frame. She was in good shape, she thought, her hands smoothing down her sides. Her 34C breasts were high and firm, her waist narrow, her stomach flat and lightly muscled. Her ass was high and firm atop long athletic legs. She tossed her long auburn hair and turned to the elevator as the bell signaled its arrival.

The group of eight girls greeted her warmly as she entered the apartment, shoving a drink into her hand and relieving her of the bag of clothes she had brought with her. “You won’t need these. We already have an outfit for you,” one of them declared.

Vanessa was flattered and excited that they were going to dress her. She had always felt rather plain around her more worldly and glamorous friends. She had meant to buy some more sophisticated clothes but found the big city to be very expensive and hadn’t managed it quite yet.

Maybe tonight was going to be more like a coming out party for her, she thought. They were going to turn this caterpillar into a butterfly.

After she had emerged from her shower wrapped in a towel, they pulled her into the bedroom, laughing. She was given another drink, which they encouraged her to down quickly. There was an excited tension in the room and Vanessa was coasting on the vibe.

Suddenly they pushed her down on the bed, holding down her arms and legs. Startled and a little frightened, she tried to get up, but they were holding her fast. Stacey pulled the towel open and the girls holding her legs pulled them far apart.

“What are you doing?” she cried, fear coloring her voice.

“Just relax,” Stacey purred, gently petting the hair of her pussy. She produced a can of shaving foam and a razor. “We’re just going to shave you, so no squirming,” she giggled.

To Vanessa’s amazement, she did just that. Sprayed her pussy with foam and very gently and carefully shaved away every hair between her thighs. She watched with wonder as her pussy lips emerged from their covering, and having never been shaved before, she delighted in the cool air touching her bare flesh.

Her nervous laughter when Stacey was done was cut short though as she was quickly rolled over and again pinned down. Her towel was taken away entirely and her hips roughly pulled in the air.

“Now what?” she asked in alarm.

“You’ll see,” they giggled.

Again Stacey was in charge and she felt the older girl gently caressing her ass. What the hell is going on, Vanessa thought, scared by this turn of events. Stacey gently pulled her ass cheeks apart. “Such a tight little asshole,” she murmured stroking the wrinkled bud.

Vanessa jolted as something cold was squirted onto her asshole. “What are you doing?” she cried out, getting genuinely worried.

The girls only laughed as she felt something pressing at her hole. “No,” she cried.

“Yes,” the replied in unison as the dildo pushed its way into her ass. Stacey was slow and gentle and Vanessa experienced only a minimum of pain as the toy was pushed all the way into her. She began to gently pump it in and out of her and Vanessa found that she was enjoying the penetration.

She groaned with pleasure and the girls all laughed. “Feels good, doesn’t it?” Stacey purred, increasing the speed.

“Oh yes,” Vanessa breathed, feeling an orgasm building. Before it could peak the dildo was pulled from her ass.

“No,” she gasped, which brought another bought of laughter from the girls.

More lube was squirted onto her ass and she again felt something pushing at her hole. She relaxed, glad that it was back, but gasped loudly as she realized that this one was bigger, much bigger.

“That was just a little thing,” Stacey told her. “This is so much better. Now just relax and let it in,” she urged.

Vanessa tried to relax, but her reflexes kept wanting to expel the invading dildo. Finally it was in and she lay gasping, waiting for the pleasure to replace the pain. Slowly the pain ebbed away and Stacey was sliding it in and out of her hole.

“Oh God, yes, that feels good,” she groaned, once again feeling the orgasm building. Is this the ritual when one of them turns twenty, she wondered? They turn her onto anal sex?

Her orgasm was getting close when once again the dildo was removed. “Oh no! Don’t stop!” she cried.

Stacey once again lubed up her ass and began to press in the dildo. “This is the final one,” almanbahis she explained. “It’s six inches long and an inch and a quarter in diameter. And you’re going to wear it all night. Now just relax,” she cooed.

“It’s how big? All night?” she exclaimed as Stacey pushed the bigger dildo into her ass. Even though she was being gentle, Vanessa still cried out as it penetrated her. Except for the tapered tip, the whole thing was thick, except at the very end where it again tapered down, so that her hole would grip it tightly, preventing it from slipping out. To her great surprise, she felt fingers in her pussy, rubbing her clit. The stimulation took her mind off the pain in her ass and her orgasm finally rushed forth, cum running down her thighs and soaking the hand rubbing her.

“Don’t worry, you’re going to feel so hot and sexy all night,” Stacey assured her, pushing the plug in to the hilt. Her hole closed around the narrow base, the long slender handle nestling between her cheeks.

“There, it’s in,” Stacey announced with satisfaction. “Now come on and we’ll do your hair and make up.”

They released her and Vanessa rolled over and sat up gingerly, feeling the plug push into her ass. It still hurt a bit but in a good way. Accepting the robe Stacey offered her, she awkwardly walked to the bathroom, where the other girls were waiting for her.

Half an hour later, her hair was sleek and sexy and her makeup expertly done, her green eyes looking more dazzling than ever before and her lips full and sexy. Stacey had been right about the plug, it felt amazing in her ass. She had never felt so hot and naughty.

The girls led her back into the bedroom where an outfit had been laid out for her. She stared with amazement at the garments on the bed. “I can’t wear that!” she exclaimed.

“Of course you can!” they cried, pulling the robe from her.

She stepped into the tiny thong that was offered at her ankles and it was pulled up her legs and settled over her freshly shaved pussy. She next stepped into a very low rise and very short pleated mini skirt. She stared at it with shock and dismay, knowing that when she walked the shifting pleats would reveal the curve of her ass with every step.

She pulled a tight halter top over her head, tugging it down over her full breasts. It was very low cut, revealing a lot of cleavage and barely covered the bottom curve of her tits. As there was no bra to be worn with it, and the fabric was rather thin, her hard nipples were clearly evident beneath the clinging fabric. Her breasts also jiggled freely in the top and she was going to have to be careful she didn’t fall out of it.

She slid her feet into the high heeled sandals and stared at her reflection. “Oh my,” she gasped.

“You look so hot!” the girls complimented. “You are going to have so many guys after you tonight!” they exclaimed.

They went to a hot new club and, of course, did not have to wait in line. Even though her friends were dressed in similarly sexy and revealing outfits, she was very self conscious in the short skirt, knowing she was flashing her ass with ever step, and immediately headed for the shooter bar, hoping for a little help in overcoming her inhibitions.

The male contingent of her group of friends were already at the club, knowing it was her twentieth birthday and also knowing of the ritual. As she headed for the bar, Jack was right behind her, pressing up against her.

“Hey Vanessa, you’re looking pretty hot tonight,” he whispered in her ear. “Let me get this drink for you,” he offered, reaching for his wallet.

“Not so fast, mister,” Stacey interjected, putting her hand on his arm. She pushed her way between the two of them and faced Vanessa.

“There are four rules tonight, honey. Number one, if a guy buys you a drink you must repay him with an open mouth kiss, tongue and all. Second, all of the guys in our group are allowed to squeeze and fondle your ass all night. Three, have a good time but don’t get too drunk. I’ll tell you the fourth one later, and until then, think about who you accept drinks from,” she said glancing at Jack. With a smile she gave Vanessa a pat on the ass and left the two of them.

“So, will you let me buy you that drink?” Jack asked, squeezing her ass under the short skirt. “Jack, people can see my ass when you do that,” she hissed, pushing his hand away.

“I know,” he whispered in her ear, laughter tingeing his voice. “Drink your shooter,” he instructed, not removing his hand from her butt.

After a few drinks and very hot kisses, she didn’t mind if either Jack or any of the other guys pushed up her skirt and she even spun about on the dance floor with them. Lots of guys were leering at her all night in her short skirt and revealing top, but her male friends were very protective of her and she didn’t encounter any trouble.

At one point, she was kissing Brian for a drink as his hand slid beneath her skirt. Since all the guys knew of the ritual, his hand didn’t go for a squeeze of her cheeks, instead it went for the almanbahis yeni giriş plug in her ass. He gave it a hard jiggle, causing her to cry out and step away from him, her cheeks reddening with embarrassment.

“Don’t worry, baby. We all know about the plug,” he laughed, pulling her close.

“You do? All of you?” she asked, her eyes wide.

“Yeah. Has Stacey told you about rule four yet?” he asked, his hazel eyes sparkling.

“Um no, not yet,” she replied.

He turned her so that he was behind and gripping her hips, pulled her tight to him, grinding his hips against her ass. “Go and ask her,” he whispered in her ear.

She made her way to Stacey, who was having her own ass squeezed and stroked and in a low voice asked, “Tell me about rule four.”

With a wide smile, she pulled Vanessa aside. Rule four is that at the end of the night you decide which of the guys in our group you want to replace the plug in your ass with their dick. And you do have to pick one, or else I’ll pick one for you.

Vanessa stared at her wide eyed. She then slowly turned and scanned the club, picking out her friends amongst them. “Who would you pick for me?” she asked, not taking her eyes off the crowd.

“I think Jack might be a good choice. He’s well hung and very experienced in anal. So is Calvin, but he loves to spank as well, so you have to be into that. Brian is also good, well hung but not as experienced. Which can be good, he’s very enthusiastic. I wouldn’t go for Tyler, he’s also hung but selfish in bed. So, either Jack or Brian.” To Vanessa’s great surprise she felt Stacey’s hand slide beneath her skirt, caressing and squeezing her ass. “Of course, there’s always the more unconventional choice of one of us girls doing you with a strap-on.” Her hand slid further between her thighs, caressing her pussy through the soaked thong.

Vanessa turned to stare at Stacey and the older girl took the opportunity and lowering her head, pressed her lips against Vanessa’s. Her green eyes flew open and she could only stand stunned as Stacey’s hand sought out and tweaked a pert nipple.

Realization hit and pulling back, she stammered, “Thanks for explaining rule four. I’ll think about it.” Stumbling away, she couldn’t believe Stacey had hit on her. She had never had a girl touch her sexually before. She now viewed the earlier part of the evening in an entirely different light.

She found her way to the bar and Brian paid for her drink. As their lips met in a long and hot kiss, she decided he would be the one. He was 6″3″ and even in her high heels he still stood four inches taller than she. His tousled curly brown hair and hazel eyes gave him a boyish quality but his strong and lean body was all man.

“I want you to be my rule four,” she told him shyly.

His full lips broke into a wide smile and he hugged her tightly. “Baby, you won’t be sorry,” he promised before his lips claimed hers again in a kiss that took her breath away.

“Hey, my turn to buy her a drink,” she heard Jack saying.

“Don’t waste your time, man. She picked me,” Brian bragged.

“No way!” Jack exclaimed, clearly disappointed. “Damn.” Pulling her close, he wrapped his arms around her, caressing her ass with both hands. “C’mon baby, you don’t want him. I’ve got lots more experience, you should pick me,” he said in a low voice, causing a shiver to run down her spine.

Staring up through the black hair that hung over his dark blue eyes, she wondered if maybe he might not be a better choice. His hands on her ass were making it difficult to think. No, she wanted Brian to be her first. “Maybe some other time,” she purred.

Giving her ass a final squeeze, he replied, “I’m going to hold you to that.”

“You better,” she flirted back.

She said her goodbyes and she and Brian left the club, heading for Brian’s apartment. They tumbled into the cab and kissed for the entire ride.

By the time they entered the elevator in his building they were both so turned on they couldn’t wait another moment. He pressed her against the wall and pushed up her top, revealing her full breasts. He smiled appreciatively before capturing a nipple in his mouth. Vanessa groaned softly as he sucked and nibbled the sensitive nub, while his hand squeezed her other breast. She held his head to her while his other hand slid down between her thighs, rubbing against her wet thong.

The doors to the elevator opened and not bothering to pull down her top, Brian guided her down the hallway. As soon as he had closed the door behind them, she dropped to her knees and began tugging on his belt.

“Hold on baby,” he said, placing his hand over hers, stopping her. “Take off your top and skirt first,” he continued in response to her questioning gaze. “I want you in only that naughty little thong and those hot shoes,” he finished with wicked smile.

Matching his smile, she slowly pulled the tight top off and shimmied out of the tiny skirt. He pulled off his own shirt as he watched her strip. Pressing herself against him, she almanbahis giriş tipped her head back and flicked her tongue over his lips before sliding down his body, leaving wet kisses behind as she again knelt before him.

Slowly, she undid his belt buckle and tugged open the button of his jeans before sliding the zipper down. Tugging down his boxers along with his jeans, she pulled them until his cock sprang free, hard and thick, bobbing in front of her face.

With an appreciative moan, she wrapped her hand around it, guiding it towards her mouth. She may have never had anal sex before, but a blowjob was something she knew how to do and Brian was not disappointed.

He stared with amazement as she began sliding his cock into her mouth, pumping him in and out slowly until she was deep throating him, her nose pressed against him. He groaned loudly as she began sucking him harder and faster until he grabbed her thick auburn hair in his fist and holding her still, set his own pace. He fucked her mouth and throat steadily, and then with greater urgency as he felt his orgasm building.

With a cry bordering on pain, he came forcefully, shooting his cum into her mouth. Vanessa sucked greedily, swallowing every drop and milking him dry. His cock went limp in her mouth but she kept sucking on him, flicking her tongue over the head until he began to stiffen and was again hard.

Brian was leaning against his front door, staring down at her in amazement. “Hot damn, you’re good!” he murmured, before extending his hand to help her up.

He pulled her to him for a deep kiss, tasting himself on her tongue, as they stumbled into the bedroom. Vanessa lay back on the bed as he slowly pulled her thong off, sliding it down her long legs and over the shoes still on her feet. “Leave these on,” he whispered, caressing the high heeled sandals, before he dipped his head between her thighs.

She sighed happily as his tongue pushed between the lips of her pussy. “I love a shaved pussy,” he groaned. She was sopping wet and Brian hungrily lapped up her juices. Sucking on her clit he added his fingers, plunging them inside her.

Her back arched up off the bed as he ate her pussy, her orgasm building in the pit of her stomach. As he continued to finger fuck her and suckle her pussy, his other hand slid beneath her and gripping the plug in her ass, he wiggled it, sending her over the edge. Crying out loudly, she gripped his head with her hands, grinding his face into her quivering cunt.

As her trembling subsided, Brian began to slowly kiss his way up her body, over her smooth stomach and ribs. He roughly pinched an already erect nipple between his fingers as his mouth closed over the other, sucking hard, his teeth nipping at the hard nub. She cried out softly at the rougher treatment, surprised at the surge of wetness in her pussy. “Oh yes,” she breathed, her back arching up off the bed, pushing her tits into his face.

He squeezed her breasts hard, his teeth nipping harder at the nipple in his mouth. She gasped at the delightful pain that rippled through her body and moaned softly in appreciation. Lifting his head, he continued to squeeze her breasts roughly in his large hands, his thick fingers twisting the nipples until she cried out.

Gasping loudly, she watched in surprise as he slapped her breasts, seeing the firm flesh jiggle and turn red under his assault. Again his head dipped down and sucked on a nipple while he continued to twist the other. “Oh, God, stop, please stop,” she begged when she could take no more of the exquisite punishment.

Raising his head, he flashed her a wicked smile. “Roll over,” he ordered in a seductive whisper. “On your knees, head down.”

Nervously she did as he told her, pushing her ass in the air. Suddenly scared, she gripped a pillow tightly as he nudged her knees wide apart.

“You ready?” he asked, his voice turning gentle.

“Yes,” she replied in a small voice. She couldn’t believe she was doing this. Before tonight there is no way she could imagine herself willing to have anal sex. Especially not with someone who wasn’t even her boyfriend. But spending the last few hours with a plug up her ass in such a sexually charged atmosphere had changed her mind and she was more than willing to go for it.

“Here we go,” Brian told her as he slowly pulled the plug from her ass. Her breath hissed through her teeth as it slid out of her and then she suddenly felt empty.

A disappointed sound slid through her lips and he chuckled behind her. “Don’t worry. You’ll be full again in just a minute baby,” he assured her.

His comment was followed by lube being squirted into and outside her asshole. Her hole was slightly gaping and Brian was thoroughly coating her and himself. He knelt behind her and aiming his cock at her virgin hole, he slowly began to press in.

Vanessa tried to relax, to let him in. His head pushed in, causing her to cry out loudly. She recalled how big he was when she blew him moments before and was surprised that he had that inside her. After a moment he pushed in further causing her to bury her face in the pillow she was clutching, muffling her cries of pain. She didn’t tell him to stop though, she wanted this. She was determined to go through with it. It had to get better.

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Exposing Cindy – Cindy’s doctor visit

Chapter one – I surprise myself by my reaction

This true, but slightly bizarre story, occurred almost 18 years ago…and I am still surprised and aroused by my reaction…

Jim but always responded with a sexual arousal that made Jim proud and amazed me.

After several years of living on the wild side, we wanted to have a baby. I went off the pill and we became a conventional, monogamous couple and began trying to get me pregnant. It took us nearly a year for me to conceive, but after nearly two years of behaving myself, I was rewarded with the arrival of my first son. The trade was well worth it. My gorgeous son was well worth abandoning a life of debauchery.

I was in heaven as a first time mother. I particularly enjoyed breast feeding our son. I quickly regained my figure, lost the bulk of the weight I gained during pregnancy, and began a fitness routine to get back into shape. I absolutely doted on my son. He became the most important thing in my life.

(It is interesting to me, as I write about this experience, I am reluctant to even give the readers my son’s name. My name really is Cindy, my husband’s name really is Jim. But even now, years later, I feel it would be a violation of my son’s privacy to even reveal his name in this erotic story. So the readers will have to accept him simply as ‘my son’.)

Yes, life was generally good. However, I was experiencing considerable abdominal pain and discomfort during the weeks and months after giving birth. After complaining to our family physician on several occasions, our family doctor ordered some tests to see if there was something serious going on in my lower digestive tract. I suspect the doctor ordered these test merely to appease me rather than to assess my condition.

I was told to fast for 12 hours, and show up at a clinic at 8:00 a.m. Jim accompanied me. Jim waited in the ‘waiting room’ and watched our son while I went in for the ‘tests’. I had nursed the baby immediately prior to arriving at the clinic to keep my breasts from being too engorged.

I wore a simple yellow sun dress, which was flattering, but not terribly revealing to the clinic. The nurse called my name, and I was placed in a room. I told to disrobe completely, and to don a typical hospital gown that was open in the back. The nurse explained the technician would be in shortly, and I should lie on the table and try to relax.

Left alone in the room, I removed my dress, sandals, nursing bra and panties, and pulled on the hospital gown, tying it around my neck. The gown was opening in the back, revealing my ass and legs. I realized that this was no time for silly modesty, and tried not to give the limited coverage afforded by my dress a second thought. I sat on the table trying, unsuccessfully, to relax.

After about 20 minutes a very attractive young black man entered the room with the nurse and introduced himself as ‘Jerome’. He was tall, thin, with a nice build. He had an infectious smile which reminded me of Will Smith. The nurse remained silent as Jerome explained that he would be administering a ‘barium enema’ and talking some radiographs to determine if there was any blockage that might be causing my abdominal discomfort.

I had never had an enema before, and was quite apprehensive of the entire procedure. Jerome showed me the nozzle that would be inserted in my anus. The nozzle was about 1 inch thick. Jerome showed me that the nozzle had a bulb that would be inflated once inside me to prevent me from involuntarily expelling the nozzle or the barium solution. He pumped the bulb a few times as I watched in amazement as it grew several inches in diameter before my eyes. I do not know why, but the very sight of this bulb expanding, knowing that it would soon be expanding in my tight little bottom aroused me slightly. I watched as Jerome, released the pressure from the bulb and allowed it to deflate. I began to understand the sexual nature of the procedure that I was about to ‘endure’.

I sat there on the table, wearing nothing but a thin hospital gown that covered little, while I listed intently. I was too nervous and embarrassed to ask any questions. I simply nodded as I tried hard to keep my leg together and not expose too much flesh. I realized that I was squeezing my legs together slightly and stimulating my clitoris between my thighs.

I amazingly, I found this entire absurd situation somewhat stimulating. I realized my nipples had grown erect and were poking almanbahis out visibly under the thin flannel material of my gown. I was concerned that I might actually start lactating right there in front of Jerome and the ‘unnamed nurse’.

I also became aware of my pulse in my clitoris as the technician casually spoke to me about the nozzle he was going to insert into my anus; how he planned to inflated a ‘balloon’ inside me to prevent me from expelling anything; and the details of the solution he was planning to pump into my rectum.

“Do you have any questions?” Jerome asked as he finished his detailed description of my pending procedure.

“Does this hurt?” was the only question I could think of. I felt stupid as I heard me ask it. I knew it would not ‘hurt’, but I felt compelled to ask something.

“No. There will be no pain at all. You will feel a fullness that some people find uncomfortable, some people find pleasant and relaxing. If you start feeling very full, and start feeling a strong urge to relieve yourself, trying breathing heavily and fast, similar to how you might control contractions during a delivery during pregnancy.” He reassured me.

I watched with keen interest as Jerome and the nurse mixed the barium solution and filled the container. The volume was a bit over two quarts of solution.

“We have warmed this up to body temperature so you should not find this too uncomfortable.” He informed me.

“That looks like a lot of liquid?” I said with obvious concern.

“It looks scarier than it really is.” Jerome smiled. “We need to get the solution up into your large and small intestine.”

The nurse attached a long translucent tube to the container, and then attached the nozzle. I was instructed to lie on my side. The nurse gave me a pillow for my head and one for between my knees. She then placed a warm blanket over me.

Jerome stepped behind me, and raised the blanket exposing my bottom. Being exposed this way was arousing me, and I feared he would be able to see, or worse yet, smell my arousal. I blushed deeply and closed my eyes as I lay there. Jerome put some latex gloves on, placed a large amount of K-Y jelly in his index finger, separated my cheeks and lubricated my anus thoroughly. When the tip of his finger entered my tight anal sphincter, I suppressed my moan and bit my lip. I struggled not to clench his finger with my anus.

I could not believe I was responding this way to a completely innocent medical procedure. He pushed his finger deep inside my tight asshole and gently rotated it in an effort to get my fully lubricated and to relax my anus. “Try to relax.” Jerome advised.

Without thinking, I responded, “Let me see how well you can relax with my finger up your ass.” I shocked myself with this statement, but it evoked a loud laugh from Jerome and the nurse.

The nurse merely said, “She’s got a point, you know.” They both smiled at the embarrassing situation I was in.

Jerome then removed his finger, leaving me feeling exposed and empty. He then used one hand to spread the cheeks of my ass, while he picked up the nozzle and placed it at my anal opening. Jerome applied just enough force to gently pressed it into me several inches. I felt it slide up inside my rectum. He then pumped up the bulb inside me. I could feel it slowly inflating inside me. It felt like it was growing to three or four inches in diameter. I did have a sudden urge to push it out, but started breathing heavily in an attempt to relax my natural reactions.

As I lay there panting, with a nozzle and an inflated balloon in my rectum, fully exposed to the gaze and inspection of this handsome, young, black medical technician and the nurse, I could feel myself becoming increasingly wet and aroused. My clit was erect and pulsing slightly, and I could feel my vagina moistening and dilating. This was insane. I continued to blush deeply hoping that my state of arousal was not evident to Jerome. I kept my eyes closed; I did not want to look into his eyes fearing my expression would reveal what I was experiencing.

I was still lying on my side, my knees slightly bent with a pillow between them. My bottom was exposed, as was my vagina. I could only imagine the sight I presented with the tube and nozzle running into my cute little ass. I felt so exposed and so vulnerable; and this combination aroused me deeply.

“OK, I am going to release the solution into you now. Just try to relax. You will feel a warm flow into your abdomen. You will feel some almanbahis yeni giriş fullness. OK?” Jerome advised.

I just nodded my head, unable to really find any words to speak at that moment. He released the clamp and there was a sudden rush of fluid into my bottom. The initial feeling was warm and pleasant. I rather liked it. But within a minute or two, I felt a powerful fullness and an urge to void this fluid. The balloon was pressing against my anus from the inside and would prevent me from expelling anything.

I tried to accommodate this large volume surging into my bottom, but I simply felt like it was too much. “Oh, I am getting too full. I can’t take all this.” I panted. My stomach was stretching full. “Oh, please stop the flow.” I begged.

“Relax, breath in and out.” Jerome advised. And he reached under my blanket to gently massage my swollen abdomen, trying to get me to relax. “Breath with me: ‘hee, hee, hee, hoe…hee, hee, hee hoe’…nice and easy. Relax…” He repeated. I tried to mimic his breathing as I felt fuller and fuller.

I was losing control of my senses as my abdomen swelled to an unprecedented size that rivaled my pregnancy. The pressure inside me was unbelievable. Without even thinking, I pulled away from Jerome’s massage on my stomach, and I rolled onto my back and pulled the blanket off me. I laid there, the tube running into my ass. I pulled my heels up towards my ass and my knees spread, giving the nurse and Jerome an unobstructed view of my dilated and wet vagina, as well as the tube running into my anus.

“Oh God. I can’t take all this. I need to stop.” I pleaded.

“You’ll be OK. Just relax. You just need to adjust to the volume…” Jerome encouraged me.

But I did not could take it. I was too full. I was stretching too much. As I lay there on my back, legs splayed open, my pussy gaping open for all to see, but abdomen continued to swell and my vagina continued to open and moisten. I had to stop this intrusion into me bowels; I needed to get some release.

I started to reach down to grasp the tube; I was going to try to yank it out, with or with out deflating the bulb in my ass. Jerome seemed to sense precisely what I was preparing to do. He quickly grasped my wrist and prevented me from grasping the tube. He held my hand inches away from reaching the nozzle; but in doing so, his knuckle fell squarely on my clitoris. I did not think, I did not contemplate what happened next. I simply reacted to an unforeseen and absurd set of circumstances. I found myself pushing my hand so that his knuckle pressed firmly against my erect and sensitive clitoris.

I could not help myself, I arched my hips, and pressed the back of Jerome’s hand against my erect clitoris. I was not thinking; I was simply reacting.

I cannot explain how or why, but the combination of being exposed to this handsome young black medical technician as I was, the nozzle in my ass, the fluid flowing so violently into my rectum and bowels, and Jerome’s knuckle coming in contact with my clitoris shot me over the edge with the most unexpected and profound orgasm of my life.

An orgasmic wave literally quaked across my body as I pressed my clitoris against Jerome’s knuckles, I quivered for a good 15 to 30 seconds, trying to suppress the moans emanating. “Oh, oh, oh, …”, escaped from me as came and as I tried to hide what was happening.

As I was cumming, I felt something ‘open up inside of me’ and the fluid seemed to flow up into my upper intestines, relieving much of the pressure that was causing me so much distress. As the waves of my orgasm subsided, and the pressure on my rectum abated, I slowly relaxed my hand and allowed Jerome to move his hand and knuckle from being in direct contact with my clitoris.

“Cindy, are you OK?” Jerome asked.

I sensed he knew, but was not 100% certain what had just happened. I nodded sheepishly. “Uh, huh. I just got to feeling too full. I did not think I could take it all.” I kept my eyes closed shut as I spoke. I could not look at him or the nurse. “It seems to be a bit better now.”

I looked up at the container and could see that roughly 3/4rds of the volume was gone and now inside my distended abdomen. I glanced down and saw that my hospital gown was up above my waist and my pussy was exposed and gapped open for all to see. I was absolutely mortified. But it seemed pointless to try to cover up at this point. I just lay there, exposed and open. My stomach was stretched taught as if I were almanbahis giriş pregnant again.

As the container emptied, I could see the fluid level in the tube rise and fall with my breathing as I lay there. Jerome closed the clamp on the nozzle and detached the tube from the nozzle.

“OK, Cindy. I need you to roll on your side for some radiographs. Can you do that for me?”

Again, I nodded without speaking. Jerome assisted me in rolling on my side with the nozzle still firmly and safely in my ass. He took several x-rays, before informing me that the worst was over.

Jerome then assisted me in sitting up, which was difficult with my belly as swollen as it was, and walked me to the adjacent toilet. With me straddling the commode, he then reached between my thighs and deflated the balloon and gently removed the nozzle from my ass. “You may now take your time and void. Take whatever time you need. You did real well today. I know this wasn’t pleasant, but it is over now.”

Jerome seemed to completely ignore the massive climax I had on the table in front of him. I simply blushed and nodded my head indicating that I understood. He had been perfectly professional and I had behaved very badly. I did not intend to behave badly; but I had.

I voided large volumes of solution for the next 10 to 15 minutes until I felt empty. I stood up started back into the room and immediately rushed back to the toilet to void some more. Finally, I had emptied myself and I came to realize how terribly inappropriate my behavior was during the procedure. But honestly, it was not planned. It was not even voluntary. The combination of the anal stimulation, being filled so fully, and being so exposed to this young black Adonis as he inserted the nozzle inside my rectum was too much for this little white girl to handle. I simply lost control and climaxed in front of Jerome and the nurse, whose name I still do not know.

To say I was embarrassed does no justice to the emotions I was feeling. I was mortified. Yet, cumming like that in front of these strangers tapped into my exhibitionist nature in a way most of you cannot understand. And being forced to accommodate that large volume of fluid somehow struck a submissive chord inside me as well. I did not understand it at all; but the combination had aroused me in a manner that shocked and confused me.

I got dressed in my panties and sundress and prepared to leave when Jerome knocked and asked if he could enter the room. I was still tying the halter top of my dress around my neck when I responded, “sure, come in.”

“I wanted to check on you to see if you are OK?”

I blushed deeply, I could feel my face, neck and chest burning with the flush of embarrassment. “I am OK; a little embarrassed, but OK.”

“There is nothing to be embarrassed about.” Jerome attempted to reassure me. “It was a simple medical procedure, nothing to be embarrassed about at all.”

He was trying to let me off the hook, but we both knew what had happened in there. “I doubt most of your patients react to that simple medical procedure the way I did.” I looked at my feet, unable to look him in the eyes.

Jerome tried to suppress his smile, but his expression betrayed his amusement. “Well, you did seem to react in a fairly unique way, but your reaction is not ‘unheard of’. You really should not feel embarrassed about it. You did not do anything inappropriate. I want you to believe me when I tell you, it is OK.”

“Well it surprised the hell out of me. I want to apologize for what happened. I never expected that to occurred under these circumstances.” I realized that my embarrassment was giving way to a slight bit of flirtation with the man how had just given me a power orgasm under the most absurd conditions.

“Please do not apologize. There is no need.” Then Jerome handed me a business card. “I want you to have this. It has my private cell phone number on it. If you have any questions, if you want to talk, if you have any discomfort, or if you need anything, please call me. OK?”

I took the card, I could feel my embarrassment returning as my face reddened again. I simply nodded.

I was confused. Did this medical professional just proposition me? Did Jerome just offer me a repeat performance? Surely not!

I went out to the waiting room to meet with Jim and my son. We walked to the parking garage and Jim sensed something was up. “are you OK? Is something wrong?”

“I am fine. I will tell you about it on the way home.”

I needed a few minutes to decide what to tell my husband about my treatment. Do I tell him that another man just made me cum while pumping my rectum full of liquid? I could not just tell Jim that. Could I?

What happened next was freaky…

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I have never been a great sleeper. I sleep lightly, waking up often unless I’ve been screwed into exhaustion. I was wide-awake at six a.m. As I came out of the bathroom, Carrie was still sleeping soundly. She looked so young and innocent. I had a passing thought. I could see myself being exposed on the evening news as the neighborhood dirty old man, lusting after a sweet young virgin. I opened the curtains letting in a flood of light, sat down at my computer and began to work on my soon due story.

About eight, I heard, “What did you do to me last night.”

“Good morning, I was hoping you would not remember the trapeze, the whips, the chains and the female midgets.”

She jumped out of bed, pretending to be irate, “You are absolutely horrible. I have to pee.”

“Can I watch”

Sweetly she replied, “If you want to.”

She might have been ready to pop, but it took Carrie a long time to pee with me sitting on the bathroom floor staring between her legs. I was grinning and looking at the matted dark hair she had all the way around her cute little pussy. She had shaved and trimmed close but, she had left a complete circle of three fourths inch long hair all the way around. It looked like a target.

Finally, Carrie finished. “Want to wipe me too?”

“Sure.”

She wiped herself, stood and took a couple of steps into the shower. “I’m going to take care of you later. You want even be able to walk straight tomorrow. Now, let me get ready. I really need you to take me to breakfast.”

“Only, if I get some wet clean hugs and kisses when you get out of the shower.”

I was crisply dressed and waiting for Carrie when I heard the shower turn off. I did not really expect her to cater to all my silly comments, but here she came, dripping wet and hugged me, making sure she dried as much of her body – front, back, top and bottom – as she could on my formerly unwrinkled shirt and slacks. Well, I did ask for it.

She got ready very quickly. We headed to breakfast. I had not changed. When she noticed she almost gasped, “You didn’t change. What if someone asks why you are all wet?”

“Then I’m going to tell them in exact detail, what you did to me since the moment you got up.”

Carrie was actually worried and shocked, “You wouldn’t dare.”

“O, Yes I would and I would love doing it. I’d send all those old fogies back to their rooms hyper ventilating and trying to stop thinking about that beautiful wet body of yours rubbing all over me.” Carrie was getting into the thought. She was smiling at me, not worrying about anyone else’s opinions now. She was just enjoying our naughtiness. I bet she was a little wet, hoping someone would actually ask me why I was a wrinkled, wet mess.

I grabbed the daily schedule of events outside the door as we left the cabin.. We were holding hands as we walked into the Lido Restaurant for breakfast. I felt ten feet tall, showing off with such a young, beauty.

We ate and planned our day. As it worked out, Carrie would be pretty much on her own for the day. She wanted to attend a port of call shopping talk, tour the ships kitchen, go to a cooking class, wander the ship and make an appointment for a full treatment in the Greenhouse Spa and Salon. I asked her to make us a reservation for the Pinnacle Grill for one evening during our cruise. Carrie said she definitely wanted me to take her to the eight o’clock Southern Nights show in the Mondriaan Show Lounge. We decided to meet for High Tea at three in the afternoon. She knew where to find me, if she needed me before then. I would be diligently writing, sitting in the Explorations Café – that’s like a Starbucks with a library.

At three, Carrie found me in line for High Tea. She was excited to tell me all she had done and how wonderful everything was, then the pastry table grabbed her attention. I guess she did not know what to expect at High Tea and was blown away by what was spread in front of her. For such a little thing, she could really eat desserts. almanbahis şikayet She was giddy and thought it was hilarious to insist that I hold my little finger high from the cub as I drank my coffee. I did notice that her third trip back for dessert seemed to be more for flirting with a tall, handsome Danish looking ship’s officer.

As Carrie sat back down I kidded her, “Well I hope I get at least one more night with you before you dump me for that young, uniformed Adonis.”

“Hay, I see you looking at the other girls. He is kind of cute. Don’t you think?”

“He is the ugliest person I have ever seen in my entire life and I’m not into looking at men this trip.”

“He is not ugly. He nice. He offered to give me a tour of the bridge, tomorrow.”

Little did I know that one more night with Carrie was all that I was going to get. Carrie was off again, we would meet at eight for the show.

Off and on for the rest of the day, I planned my seduction of Carrie. I ordered champagne, a fruit and cheese basket, coffee and desert. I tried to remember all the playful and serious things she had told me. I remembered, her ex was threatened by sex toys (I had brought a couple); she had never done anal; she had never been completely tied up; her ex was usually fast in and fast out leaving her to take care of her self in private later; she had never masturbated in front of anyone; she had never climaxed just being fucked and she once asked me to write a rape story for her.

I went to the small store and purchased four pair of stockings. In the room I made two ropes from them. Later I went back and bought another pair of stockings. Carrie was in for one a hell of a night.

The show was good. Carrie had bathed and dressed just prior to the show. She was striking in her black velvet short cocktail dress. We “casually” stopped by the Piano Bar for a couple of dances, some neck kissing and Carrie had a couple of tropical, strong, rum filled drinks that I had prearranged that afternoon. She was hungry and warmly pliable, so we went back to the room.

The steward had done a wonderful job, complete with a candle that shouldn’t have been there. We began to undress and feed each other; playing and getting more silly with each other all the time. Officially, dessert would be much later, but I had not planned the bowl of whipped cream for dessert. Somehow, a nude Carrie began to get dots of whipped cream on herself and I began to search them out and lick her clean. She decided to help. I was pleasantly amazed surprised at a few of the spots where the little vixen put dabs of the cream, testing if I would lick it off. I never missed a spot.

I made the room very dim and I had pushed her into a sitting position at the top of the bed. “Rub yourself for me Carrie. Let me watch you make yourself cum.” She hesitated, “Please, Carrie, rub your beautiful cunt. I want to watch you.” She started to rub her clit softly in little circles. She began to pull at her pussy lips with the other hand. Her hips were moving now. After a few minutes, she sighed in frustration, “I can’t with you watching me.”

“Let me help then.” I grabbed her by her ankles, pulled them to the foot of the bed and reached under each edge of the mattress for the stocking rope I had there. A quick slip loop over each ankle and she was open wide. I moved up her body, pinning her as I did the same stocking tie trick to her hands. She was tied spread eagle. Carrie pulled hard to get free but quickly found she was helpless. As I blindfolded her with another stocking and gagged her with the last one, I leaned close and whispered very softly, “Carrie I will never hurt you but I am going to scare you a little.” I stepped completely away, giving her a moment to struggle against her ties and realize she could not scream or see what was going to happen. Much louder and roughly I said, “Carrie, you are helpless now. I can do anything I want to you. You will have to endure any pain I want to inflict on your almanbahis canlı casino body.” My whispered message was now confused in her mind. She did not know if I would hurt her or not.

I started by spanking her pouty pussy and clit with my hand. About eight strokes, the last two were on her clit and stingingly hard. I pulled her nipples and twisted them until she tried to get away. Now, for more confusion, I began to softly kiss her body. For a full ten minutes, she relished my tongue and lips sucking her as her body the way she had taught me last night. She was wet and moaning. I twisted her nipples again. This time she did not pull away, just moaned again. I went to her feet and spanked the bottom then kissed the bottom, bit her toes and then sucked them. Back to her nipples, twisting them lightly while I licked her neck. Her body was on autopilot, moving to get both the pain and the pleasure, starting to search for a way to release the sexual tension building in her body. That release would be a long time coming.

I moved away from Carrie. Her body kept moving and she made a low groaning sound. Her body went rigid when I pressed the vibrating rabbit directly onto her clit. I held it there until her belly tightened. I turned off the rabbit but put the head into her and worked it back and forth letting the little ears determine depth as they bumped into her proudly standing clit. I was hitting her G-spot. I turned on my torture tool again. Carrie’s body rose to make sure the toys did not get away and to increase the pressure on her little button.

She was right there when I took everything away again. Her body was frustrated and settled down onto the bed slowly. The rabbit returned. Thrust into her fully powered, on high, this time twirling on its own inside her, the rabbit’s ears flapping her clit.

I could hear her sucking air through her nose, unable to get more though her mouth. She was trying hard to help me, thrusting her hips into the rabbit. I was nude now waiting for just the right moment to replace the rotating rabbit. I could see her belly muscles tightening even more and watched for her toes to tighten that last little bit. They did, I jerked the vibrator from her cunt and slammed my dick into her in one viscous push. Carrie launched her body. If I did not have her tied down, I would never have been able to stay on top of her. I was not gentle; I fucked her hard. This was not rape but it was violent.

The tip of my cock felt her cervix with each thrust. I was hitting it hard enough that there was pain for her. Pain that she wanted and added to by pushing to match my thrust. The combination was too much for me and I came grasping her hips strongly against me so I could feel each squirt push out between the head of my cock and her cervix. I was finishing, Carrie was not. Deep in some caveman part of my mind, I knew she needed to be punished for being able to cum more than me. I pounded, I sweated and would not let her body defeat me. I would outlast her, unless I died first. I punished her clit with my pubic bone with each thrust. I realized she had arched her back and was holding us both off the bed. She finally had enough, when she collapsed, I swear we fell a foot back onto the bed. Carrie would remember being fucked, I was thankful to have survived so far.

Luckily, I recovered a little faster than Carrie because I had a round two in mind. I untied her hands and feet, turned her over and retied her, now, spread-eagled on her stomach. She was like a rag doll. I struggled and put a thin pillow under her hips to angle her ass perfectly for me. As she came back, I lay down on her back giving her hips most of my weight and started kissing her neck, ears, shoulders and started down her back. By the time I spread the cheeks of her lovely ass she was fully awake and realized what was going to happen. She began to struggle and complain into her gag. Some of the complaints subsided as I licked her little puckered rosebud. All of the complaints were almanbahis casino gone when I pushed my tongue into it. As I continued to lick, push in, pull out and lick, she was clearly enjoying all the new sensations, pushing back to get more. I secretly oiled my fingers and the rabbit to continue phase two of my attack on her body.

She pushed back slightly when I pressed one finger against her. As it slipped in she tightened realizing that was not my tongue. The feeling must have been all right because she lay very still as I slowly invaded her all the way to my knuckle. I pulled back and tried two fingers. This she resisted. I slapped her ass hard and said, “Relax for me Carrie.” She did and both fingers went in about an inch and stopped. I held the pressure and told, “Push like you’re going to the bathroom.” She pushed, my fingers slipped in and I began to work my fingers in and out of her soft, pliable ass. Carrie could now imaging what it was going to be like to have me fuck her ass. Fear must have crept back into her mind, she tightened strongly around my fingers, holding them immobile. I slapped her ass again and she relaxed. Allowing my fingers to move in her again.

With my fingers held all the way into her, slightly curling and uncurling, I reached up and released the loops holding each of her hands. “Put your hands between your legs, Carrie. Make yourself cum.”

As she worked her fingers into her abused cunt, my fingers pumped in time with hers. I pulled out, replacing my two fingers with the vibrator. It was larger but well oiled and before I could slap her ass again and order her to relax, Carrie let the vibrator slip into her ass. I loved watching her asshole stretch around the vibrator. I wanted to make her squirm. “Good Carrie, you are opening up. You’re almost as wide as the vibrator can make you. When your ass is a little more open, I’m going to take your anal cherry. There is nothing you can do to stop me. I’m going to take you. Just like in your fantasy, you are going to be raped.” Her body wiggled and pushed against the vibrator. I could hear her groan as it hurt her to stretch her asshole wider.

My dick was very hard, throbbing and sore as I oiled it, still working the vib into Carrie. She was very close to cuming. “Stop your fingers for just a minute. Feel your virginity being taken away.” I pressed the head of my cock into her asshole and barely gained entrance. Damn this was tighter than I expected, but Carrie took any decision away from me. She pushed back. I know it hurt her but she groaned loudly and kept pushing. It hurt me too. I had to pull back, then push again. Otherwise, her hungry tight ass would have ripped the skin off my penis. Again she pushed. She wanted a dick all the way in her ass. I made sure she got what she wanted. When I bottomed out, we both were perfectly still for a few moments. I felt her fingers begin to move. She felt inside her cunt and she felt my cock through her cunts walls. She could feel me buried deep into her body. I began to fuck her ass and she began to frantically masturbate for release.

The new sensations, the fullness, the pain and her own fingers brought Carrie to the brink quickly. I felt that and pumped long strokes into her ass. I got there first again. When I said, “Carrie I’m cuming in your ass.” She screamed into her gag and came with me.

I had wet washcloths within easy reach. I knew we would need them. As I pulled out of Carrie, I washed both of us at the same time. She was perfectly still, not sure if she should be embarrassed by a man washing her ass. I got off the bed, removed her gag and blindfold, gathered all our stuff and dumped it into the shower. When I came back, I untied Carrie’s ankles and asked her sit up. As she complied, I poured her a glass of champagne and handed it to her. We toasted and I said, “You just had your first anal experience.”

Carrie downed the entire glass, holding it out to me for a refill. She drank half of that, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “You gave me a lot more firsts than fucking my ass.” I love a dirty talking woman.

After potty stops for both of us, we snuggled together on the bed. Nothing was said. Nothing needed to be said. We slept until morning wrapped in each other’s arms.

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The little grey square appeared at the bottom right of his screen. He clicked it. It was from a Hotmail account, named ‘The Girl Next Door’.

He looked and there was no attachment, so chances are it didn’t hold a virus. He clicked on it and it opened.

“Dear Sir, I was really taken with the results of our last meeting – so much so that I am authorised by this organisation to confirm that repeat projects (assuming your agreement on this position) will always be welcomed.

Your ability to grasp the situation and respond to a previously little used stratagem with such enthusiasm and drive was what we have come to expect. You are to be congratulated. With your assistance a new domain, one that we had never considered attractive, now holds some real interest for TGND, and we would like to consider options on exploring other openings that you may consider worthwhile with your greater knowledge and experience in the area.

Please reply soonest so a 121 can be arranged, I suggest the previous venue or if it’s more convenient the TGND base would be mutually advantageous.

Catherine, The Girl Next Door.’

He could not stop himself from grinning and set about his reply:

‘Dear Catherine, Thank you very much for you message, although as specialists we live by the maxim that the customer is always right, it is always gratifying when our best endeavours provide satisfaction for customers who are venturing into new territory. I am so pleased that you have chosen to continue and again I am glad that you were taken with the more aggressive marketing approach.

Yes, there is another opening that is available in this region that you may wish to consider in more depth. We have discussed this before and although it does hold some fears for the less imaginative, I am sure that TGND will find its exploration beneficial, and with our assistance I trust it will be mutually advantageous.

When one delves into virgin territory such as this, presentation is everything and I feel that TGND will benefit from our full package. Would you like us to arrange the location and the Agenda? Chris.’

He pressed ‘send’ and the message winged across the ether. He forwarded a copy of her message and the reply to his own private account, deleted both from his machine and went back to the mountain of paperwork on his desk.

Just as he managed to concentrate on his work, his screen flashed into life and the Hotmail address was there again.

“Chris So quick! If we had realised that you were so aware of the district we would have contacted you sooner.

As you say, this is virgin territory and TGND will be easier convinced of the benefits of this new opening if the way is fully prepared. Your personal capabilities are without question and TGND will be more than happy to arrange the venue and visual aids. With your agreement we would also like to cater – anything to ease the way after all. I will ensure that everything to make the event proceed smoothly will be provided. TGND is keen to see this take place as soon as possible. I believe that tomorrow, although short notice, would be ideal, please confirm. Cathy”

He felt his penis harden at just the imagery the doublespeak was creating and responded.

“Cathy, Tomorrow will be fine. Friday? Excellent idea, it’s well known that people are always at their most receptive on Fridays. Catering? You are spoiling me! Still ‘grease to the squeak’ I suppose!

Fine, will see you tomorrow, same time and same place. I will of course maintain confidentiality on this one. Might I suggest that you do not discuss this until the meeting?

This is still a sensitive area that remains unexplored by most and we need to maintain the air of normality until the last moment. I look forward to seeing what you do with the venue. Regards, Chris.”

He had Colleen and Karen in his car and they could talk of nothing but the swimming club and the badges they had earned.

At home, Danny was still in the kitchen doing the obligatory homework that he did as soon as he got home these days to leave the rest of his weekends free for whatever else he wanted to do, while Cathy and Robert loaded the dishwasher.

“Hi gang,” he said, smiling at the domesticity around him. This was followed by a crowd of hello’s from the huge kitchen.

The girls showed Cathy the badges, and Danny asked Chris about one of his Maths problems. Cathy beamed as Chris sat with him and they puzzled their way to the solution together, with Chris only occasionally nudging Danny in the right direction. Brian had never done that – he was more likely to grunt at Daniel’s shortcomings and his own lack of knowledge, while Chris helped him all of the time.

She reflected that Brian almost seemed to look forward to his son’s failure and always demanded to see the results in his maths book, gleefully descending on the red crosses and ignoring the ticks; these days though there were never that many crosses.

Chris encouraged Danny at every opportunity too, discussed almanbahis şikayet his homework, let him use his computer, printer, his small library of books, even going so far as to drive him into town one Saturday to buy a book that made the project easier to finish.

Danny had started to loose the sullen teenager thing he’d had when Brian was around, and even the new school had said what a huge improvement he had made in his work and application and found it hard to believe the report that came from the last school.

Cathy had that day ‘found’ the receipt for the MP3 player that Chris had given Danny a month back. Allegedly a freebie promotional item from a supplier and ‘discovered in the drawer at work’, it had hardly left Danny’s side these days, Chris even downloaded the music for him.

“Finished Aunty Cath!” announced Robert.

“Oh Darling!” she said bending down to hug him, “Give you Auntie Cath a big kiss.” He did so with a giggle.

Tea done, the younger children were levered towards the various bathrooms and hustled into their rooms. Danny, allowed a later staying up time by virtue of his age and increasing maturity, took one of Chris’ many CD’s and wished everyone a goodnight an hour later.

Cathy had gone up and Chris was packing away the clean crockery from the dishwasher, when his mobile phone rang.

“Hello…”

“Hello, this is The Girl Next Door here.” Cathy had affected a squeaky ‘office girl’ voice, but it was plainly her, “your presentation is booked for nine thirty?” He looked at his watch it was nine fifteen.

“OK,” he said.

“The presentation is at our place,” said the voice.

“I’ll be there.” He said and switched off the call and his phone.

The last of the mugs were left on the side for the morning, and he locked the front door and switched of the last of the lights before walking upstairs.

He went into the ‘adults’ bathroom to find it lit by three scented candles, a towel and a new black towelling bathrobe lay draped over the vanity unit. His razor, aftershave and shower gel was all in place and he guessed they were required. He dried himself wiping around the erection that hadn’t gone down since she had phoned him. Finally he put on the robe. It was black and he found to his surprise that it was past his knees and had a large hood. He put it on and belted it before finally applying the aftershave she had picked for him.

He extinguished the candles and took them to his room, and opened the door to find this room similarly lit, He walked to his dressing table and put down the candles, when their was a faint knock at the door.

Damn! Probably one of the kids.

He opened it with a smile to find that there was no one there. He did notice a piece of paper stuck on the wall though opposite and down a bit, it was a very well produced piece of notepaper headed ‘TGND’ in coloured letters across the top and he read it; “Please go into the conference room and take a seat,”

He heard his own door shut behind him and lock. He moved to her door and pushed it open. Her bedroom looked like a shrine, with candles all over the place, black satin sheets on the bed and the dressing table covered in a white cloth. There was even music playing.

By the door was a bottle of wine on the occasional table, opened, next to two glasses. He poured himself a glass and sipped, wondering how she had managed to put all of this together when he saw a chair covered in another white sheet before the foot of the bed. He took the bottle and glass and sat down. The flickering of the candles and the darkness of the room added to the air of tension. A slightly muffled but well-spoken female voice came through the music,

“Ladies and Gentlemen,” it said, “Our latest convert is about to be deflowered, please cover your heads and stand as she enters.”

He stood and flipped up the hood of the robe. For good dramatic measure he tucked his hands into the baggy sleeves. The music came to a crescendo and the wardrobe door to his right opened,

“Bring forth the virgin!” said the voice triumphantly.

A figure stepped through the wardrobe – It was Cathy, head bowed and looking meekly to the ground, her old dressing gown he’d seen so many times sparkly white in the darkness. She walked in to stand with her back to him before the bed.

“You come here of you own free will?” said the voice, she nodded, “You are to be deflowered in the rite and custom you have been prepared for, do you accept this gift?” She nodded again.

Chris listened to the voice, it was plainly Cathy, but in deeper louder harsher tones he hadn’t heard before.

“Deflowerer,” said the voice, are you prepared to receive her gift?”

Chris guessed this was his cue, “Yes,” he said in deep tones, “I receive her gift.” If she had given him a script to follow he would not have been able to keep a straight face but it just flowed naturally.

“Virgin, uncover the instrument of your defloration,” said the voice. Keeping her almanbahis canlı casino head bowed she turned around and knelt before him, her head tilted down. She undid the belt on his robe and laid soft hands on his penis. He was hard as a rock. “Prepare the instrument,” said the voice. She closed her eyes and taking him by the base of his penis licked it all over careful to avoid the sensitive helmet.

“As a proof of your willingness, you will receive the oils of your defloration, uncover them,” she stood and turned to her right and bowed to the table, then lifted the white cover off of the dressing table, to reveal a box of tissues, some moist wipes and in the middle a bottle of lube. She picked up the bottle in both hands and stepped forward then turned ninety degrees to stand before him.

“Kneel,” said the voice. She dipped to her knees still looking down at the floor, “Declare your obeisance…”

“Brother, I bow to you and ask that you bless these oils, and ask that you allow me to prepare you for the honour you do me.” He placed a hand on the bottle of lube and nodded. She took the lube and squeezed some onto the end of his penis wiping it all over. She stood, stepped back and placed the lube back on the tray on the dressing table, and turned to face the bed again.

“Virgin, Your time has come, Uncover her…” she dropped her hands to her sides and the gown slipped from her shoulders to the floor, accompanied by a rush from the accompanying music. “Make your declaration virgin…” She turned to face him and stood beautifully naked with her head bowed.

“Brother, I am ready to be taken, I ask that you prepare my body with oils in readiness for my defloration, to ease my way into the new world.” Her voice trembled as she spoke.

“Bow…” said the voice solemnly. Cathy turned back to the bed and put her feet further apart and bent at the waist and touched her toes, then at a change in the music she reached behind her and pulled her buttocks apart exposing her anus and the slit of her swollen vagina.

“Is she clean?” said the recorded voice.

“She is clean mistress,” he said running a finger along the crack of her arse causing her to shudder slightly.

“Oil her,” said the voice. He took the lube and poured some onto his finger. He put a hand on the on the base of her spine and held her. Next he held the tip of his finger and toyed with her entrance. Once he thought she could take no more teasing he pushed the finger past her ring and she sighed as he massaged her insides.

“Is she oiled?”

“She is oiled mistress.” He could hear Cathy panting now.

“She is a virgin and must be stretched, take up the stretching rod,” On the tray was a white plastic vibrator he recognised. Could only be that, he thought and picked it up – with the oil in her anus this shiny plastic wouldn’t need any extra. “Insert the stretching rod,” said the voice, and added almost with a hint of triumph, “to the second mark!”

He stepped up to the bent over figure, “Please,” she whispered, “Be gentle…”

“Silence!” said the tape, “The third mark!” He looked and couldn’t see any marks, the thing was really slim anyway and wouldn’t cause any discomfort.

He took the vibe and pushed it gently against her anus,

“Aah,” she gasped, and a gently weeping moan came out of her mouth as he slid the toy in. “One more groan will deem you unworthy, Virgin!” came the voice.

“Sorry mistress, I will take it deeper,” she moaned and looked back at Chris.

He pushed the vibe about six inches in, so that there was as much of it in her as there would be of him. She groaned, and he continued pumping for a moment.

“Withdraw the stretching rod,” said the voice, and he did so, “On the altar…” she straightened up and turned and bowed to him, then stepped forward to the bed and knelt on the mattress and crouched down on the edge of the bed with her elbows slightly bent and her bottom well raised. She still kept her head down in submission.

“Virgin, adopt the position.” Cathy fell forward so her shoulders rested on the bed and put her arms out to her side and with her hands flat. “Knees further apart,” it growled and Cathy moved slightly “The virgin is prepared and in entry position,” said the voice, “step forward and do your duty.”

While this had been going on he’d taken the opportunity to add more lube to his already slippery penis, and now he stepped up to the black satin covered bed with his knees resting against the mattress and placed hands on her buttocks, “Virgin, you are to receive the gift, prepare yourself.” The music stopped, she grasped the satin sheets with both hands, while he levelled himself at the tiny pinky brown ring awaiting him. He pushed slowly and gently, waiting for the moment.

“I am ready, take me and make me whole… aaahhh,” she sighed as he pushed past the restriction of her muscular ring. He paused for as long as he could to let her get used to it. The pace of the music increased. He thrust in and out a almanbahis casino few times,

“She is one of us!” said the other Cathy from a distance, “She needs only to be anointed with his seed to be fulfilled!” He shafted her, enjoying the tightness of the orifice and remembering the feeling of buggery again after so long. “Fulfil me Brother,” gasped the real Cathy before him. She kept her arms out to her sides and rocked gently as he fucked her, “Please,” she begged, “I’m so close!”

He pumped his hips as fast as he could pulling backwards and forward on her hips, “You… are… anointed!” he gasped as he pushed hard inside her and felt his release, then thinking fast he pulled out and squirted the last of his come in long white streaks across her buttocks and to the small of her back.

“Oh Christ,” she gasped as she lay on the bed feeling him gently rub his tool between her cheeks, “That was fantastic,” she said sliding down and lying flat on the bed. She lay hands on her wet buttocks and massaged his semen into them as the music slowed and finally stopped. He lay next to her and relaxed as well. “Fucking right,” he said, “and besides a great shag, you are now one of the chosen.” She giggled. “How the bloody hell did you come up with all of this in a day?”

She snuggled closer, still face down, “Well, the candles, the wine and the sheets we had, the lube and the bathrobes I had to buy of course.”

“But the recording…”

“Took the afternoon off. I wrote a script this morning and recorded it this afternoon on one of the office dictation recorders I nicked for the occasion. You have to admit it was better than a simple ‘Come on Chris, fuck me up the arse’ don’t you.”

“Bloody hell yes!” he said. He sat up and recovered the wipes and the tissues. “Here,” he said, “let me help a new member. There are some stains that are a bastard to get off of satin sheets.”

He took a cool wipe and wiped across her back and buttocks and she cooed. Taking another he wiped along the crease of her buttocks removing the last traces of semen and the lube. She giggled.

“You’re the first person to do that since I wore a nappy,” she said. Freeing her of the fluids, he wiped himself to.

“Come on then,” he said, “Lets go through to my room and finish the wine.”

Lying in his bed, naked, cosy and warm, they chatted comfortably.

“It came to me this morning,” she said, “It turned me on so much I had to go to the toilet twice to masturbate, just as I was writing the words down on the computer. Had to do it on the laptop of course, God forbid anyone would have seen what I was doing. I couldn’t concentrate at all once I’d finished it so I took the afternoon off and went shopping for robes and lubrication.”

“Why?”

“Well,” she almost whined, “That book you lent me, you bastard! You knew didn’t you!” “Of course…”

“Oh shit, it was so horny, all I could do not to rape you that night. The book also went on about fantasies, dressing up and everything.”

“So that’s what the spanking was about,” he smiled.

“Yeah, hadn’t planned it for that night but circumstances, you know?”

“Yeah, no substitute for good make up sex.”

“Took your fucking time though didn’t you?”

“Sorry, won’t happen again.”

“Well, I was talking about the book in work with my best mate Carole, she was discussing that very bit, and…” he looked at her and smiled, “Stop it!” she warned him, “Or you wont do it again! Anyway, in my head it just led from you fucking me so beautifully from behind when we were half asleep, and then the dressing up when you spanked me a few days later.”

“Yeah,” he growled.

“It was the whole… oh I don’t know… letting you be in charge,”

“Submission?”

“Yes… no… sort of… not like the whole bondage and beating thing, it was…”

“It was letting go, letting some else take charge, letting your guard down.”

“Yes” she sipped again, “Yes it was.”

“Thank you,” he said, “that is a real compliment.” He touched his glass to hers.

“What?”

“That takes trust, what we did tonight. It’s all about trust in the end. Trust that I wasn’t going to laugh at you, trust that I wasn’t going to beat you black and blue the other night, trust that I would take it easy and be gentle.”

“I knew you would Chris,” she leaned forward and kissed him on the cheek, he turned his face and kissed her on the mouth, their tongues clashing. They glasses were quickly and unceremoniously dumped on the bedside table, while she climbed over him.

She pushed his hands over his head against the headboard.

“Do you trust me, Chris?”

He nodded and interlocked his fingers leaving them over his head. She had no need to make him hard as he had long since recovered. She reached the bedside table for more lube, pouring a measure onto his cock. Siding forward over his erection, she reached behind her and manipulated him and wriggled until she had the effect she wanted and she lowered herself down on him, her anus opening to allow him in as her leg muscles relaxed. He watched her face going through various stages and had no doubt that she was impressed with anal. He fought hard not to come, it was her turn now, her turn to make the moves and the decisions.

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I took her hand and studied her eyes. Her eyes were so expressive. When I looked into her eyes, I could see her thoughts, her needs, and desires.

Her lips were set in a pout I knew I was going to get some resistance on this one.

“We’ve never done this before, Phil.”

“I know that Danielle but I want to, and it’s my birthday.” I thought that was a pretty good argument.

“You can fuck anybody in the ass,” she said, “You could fuck Randy or Rob in the ass. You don’t need me for anal. I have a pussy. That’s something special. That’s where you’re supposed to stick your dick.”

“Dani, the same argument could be made for a blow job but you like to give blow jobs. You like it when I cum in your mouth.” I watched her think about that. She smiled.

“Yeah,” she agreed, “blow jobs are great, but I’ve never done this before. I think it would hurt.” She suddenly brightened up and snapped her fingers with a new idea. “I can buy you a hooker for your birthday and you can fuck her in the ass.”

“I’m not interested in a hooker Dani. I want you. If we do it right and make the proper preparations it won’t hurt. Besides you always say you’ll try anything once.”

She looked at me and frowned.

“And, it’s my birthday.”

She kept frowning and turned her head to stare out the front window of the Starbucks. I watched her as she watched the passing traffic. After what seemed an eternity she turned back towards me. “OK,” she said, “but I want to do it now, right now, within the hour before I chicken out. What do we have to do to prepare?”

I stood up and offered her my hand to help her from her seat. We left our coffees on the table and went almanbahis out to the car.

“Let’s go by Frenchy’s,” I said. She nodded and chewed on her lip.

The tall thin shop girl at Frenchy’s was leaning on the counter. The scoop neck on her tank top teased me as she greeted us when we came in, “Hi, can I help you find anything?”

“Anal things.” I said as I tried to look down her shirt.

“For you?” the girl asked, straightening up.

“No, for me,” Dani answered. “Mr. “I want to fuck your butt” here, says there are things we can do that will keep it from hurting. What do you have that will do that?”

The girl reached out and touched Danielle on the forearm, “first time?”

Dani nodded, “It will be, it’s his birthday, today.”

“Oh, you’re in for a treat,” the girl said. “Anal opened up a whole new world for me. Come on, I’ll show you what we have.” They headed off to a back corner of the store and I followed. The shop girl was talking the whole time, “We have to get you a butt plug and lube,” she said.

“Why do I need a plug?” Danielle asked, “Isn’t he going to do the plugging?”

The girl laughed, “I’ll show you, don’t worry. The first thing you want to do is shave, make sure that there are no pubic hairs around your anus. If you catch a pube and pull it into your ass, it’s gonna hurt.” She turned towards me, “you can handle the razor, but be careful. If you don’t cut her, it can be like foreplay.” She turned back to Dani, “When are you two planning to start?”

“As soon as we get home.” Dani said, “I don’t want to chicken out.”

“You might want to think about an enema then, if you haven’t already pooped today.” almanbahis yeni giriş Danielle’s lips curled into a sneer but she nodded her head. “Lube up your finger and insert it first. It’s going to be a tight fit but when you get it in; leave it there for a bit, your sphincter will relax. Then lube up the plug, she reached for the shelf and pulled a butt plug down. It was green glass. She showed us how it tapered and how it had a ridge and a base that kept it from disappearing into Dani’s butt. “Always use more lube than you think you need,” she cautioned. “Insert the plug and get on with your foreplay. Whatever you guys like to do: fingering, oral, tit sucking, whatever just leave the plug in place and be still for a while to let your sphincter relax. When you’re ready pull the plug out and lube up his cock, lots of lube. Lube up your ass too. First timers should start with doggy style.” She pointed her finger at me, “It’s going to be important for you to be still initially. Let her back up onto your cock. Let her control the speed and depth of the initial penetration. Let her control the thrusting too. You, sir, are just along for the ride. She’ll let you know when you can push, but don’t do it until she gives you the go ahead. Don’t worry, you’re going to have a massive orgasm, but she gets to decide when. Goddamn, this is a great birthday present.”

She turned back to Danielle and lowered her voice in confidentiality, “Play with your pussy while this is all going on – it just adds to the experience!”

“Do I have to have a green plug?” Danielle asked, “Can I have that red one up there instead?”

“Sure you can,” the girl said and she exchanged the packages. almanbahis giriş “Do you guys want any videos or condoms?”

Dani turned to me, “what do you think Phil? Wanna watch some butt fucking videos before we try this?”

“I do if you do,” I answered.

Dani turned back to the shop girl, “got a good ‘how to’ video that’s not too clinical? I’m beginning to get excited by this whole idea.”

The shop girl rang up our purchases: the video, the red butt plug, and a big bottle of water based lube. She picked up a thin g spot vibrator and tossed it into the bag. “This is on the house,” she said, “I gave you a red one.”

As we headed towards the door the girl yelled after us, “the more you do this the more you’re going to like it.”

Dani raised her eyebrows questioningly.

“Remember how it hurt the first time you got laid? Think about how much you enjoy it now. It’s the same thing. Have fun, you two.”

Danielle let go of my hand and walked back to the counter she leaned over and whispered into the shop girl’s ear.

The girl straightened up and nodded her head. “Sure,” she said, “I’d be interested in that if you guys are.”

“Let us talk about it and we’ll come back by.” Dani said. Then she came back over and grabbed my hand, “let’s go do this, stud.” She said and we walked back out to the car as she looked in the top of the bag, inventorying our new toys.

“I like that girl,” Dani said. “Her name’s Bonnie. I asked her if she might be interested in a threesome soon. She said yes. I saw you trying to look at her tits when we went in the store. I know you’re interested.”

“Dani, this is a side of you I never knew existed. Anal? Threesomes? My dick’s getting hard.”

“Save it,” she said, “remember, I’m in control on the anal and there’s no fucking way I’m going to share you on your birthday.” She gave me a kiss and slapped me on the ass. “Let’s go home.”

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Being a lover of women he knew a compliment would always go a long way with them. He told her how beautiful her ass was and how much he wanted to kiss it. Without hesitating he’d gently kiss each ass cheek, moving one of his hands underneath the woman so as to rub her clit as his kisses drew closer and closer to her asshole. With his other hand he would continue his ass worship by pressing his thumb against the woman’s asshole as he kissed it. Slowly he would work his tongue and thumb inside, almanbahis canlı casino carefully matching his clit rubbing to enhance the woman’s pleasure. His tongue and fingers would probe deeper and deeper. Most protests, if any, were ignored. He knew that it was only a matter of time before the woman would bubble her ass up so he could stick his tongue further in. He’d kiss, lick and rub until the woman would cum several times. He wanted to show her he was not a selfish lover and her total pleasure his goal. Tito loved the taste of a woman’s pussy and ass juices, and her wetness all over his face. He would rub his entire face into her, taking her and the moment all in. Even as a young man ass to mouth was one his fields of expertise.

His thick cock now throbbing and demanding relief he would slip his arm around the woman’s waist and gently raise her ass upwards. Pressing his bare cock between her ass cheeks, Tito would then place the tip of his engorged cock against the woman’s asshole. With one firm push he would be inside her ass. He slowly pushed more and more of his cock meat, feeling each inch of his cock go deeper. One of his favorite almanbahis casino was a virgin ass. He relished the tightness and novelty of the experience. His strokes quickened as his new conquest’s asshole loosened further and welcomed the intrusion. Tito would reach around and rub the conquest’s clit to further excite her, but now it was all about his wants and pleasure. The strokes harder and harder, going deeper and deeper. He would look down and see the woman’s ass cheeks ripple with every hump, causing him to grind in even more so. The loud thumping sound of his balls slamming against her filled the room. In ecstasy the woman arched her back. Tito held her hips firmly and drew her even closer, the tightness of her asshole squeezing his cock. He very much enjoyed the vise like grip that surrounded his manhood. The pain it caused was a good pain, one that he welcomed and relished. The conquest was now panting and groaning like a mad woman with every stroke, her face buried into the pillow in front of her. She bucked wildly, not to dislodge the intruder but hold more of him.

The time had now arrived for Tito to baptize this new asshole conquest. Just as he was to cum he pulled out his cock from her asshole, seeing her asshole agape he exploded his cum on it. Filling her asshole and ass crack with his spunk, he rubbed the remainder across her ass cheeks. He loved it when it was messy. Ah, and now to the next deposit….

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