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Friend In Need

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There she was. Who could resist such a goddess? Harry and a co-worker, Steve, were staring across the street at a young blonde girl in her early 20’s. She had emerald green eyes, beautiful skin, the perfect body. Her tits were not too big, not too small – just in between, just the way Harry liked them. Her rear end was firm, and he couldn’t help but keep his eyes on her.

“She’s so sexy. If only there was a way I could talk to her. But, she doesn’t know me. How do I start the conversation? What do I say?” Harry mumbled.

His co-worker ignored him, staring through the glass window.

“She might see us.”

Harry reluctantly agreed. It would not be long before she noticed the two men undressing her with their eyes. As Steve finally pulled his eyes away and continued on his way down the corridor, Harry still kept his eyes focused, wishing he had this woman in his arms – wishing he could pleasure her, like the goddess she is.

“She’s gorgeous – and I don’t even know her name.” Harry sighed.

“Why don’t you just go talk to her?”

A female’s voice rang in his ear. Someone appeared behind him. This time, it was his longtime friend, Michelle. She was nearly ten years older than Harry, and she had worked at the company for many years.

“Well?” Harry’s hands shook. He couldn’t respond.

“I … don’t know.”

“Well, you had better think of something to say, because I’m tired of you talking about her. Not a day has gone by without you mentioning that you’d like to be with her, so just tell her, already!”

She was right. Harry needed to take a step forward. He agreed and started his frightening journey across the street. He walked into the greeting card store where she worked.

She smiled and spurted out her sales pitch, just like she did with every other customer.

“Hi, welcome to The Greeting House, where all of our greeting cards are custom made, just for you!” He couldn’t get over her smile. He just stood there, his hands to his sides, not even smiling.

“Can I help you, sir?” she asked.

His mouth started to open, but nothing came out but a soft patch of air. Just enough to make him say “Aeeeh” in a whispered voice. She looked puzzled. Mumbling, he tried to start a conversation.

“Um… have we…ever…you met me… before?”

He felt like an idiot. Before she could answer him, or even pretend to understand what he just murmured, he let out a quick, squeaky “Nevermind!” and then stumbled out of the shop.

“DAMN IT!” Harry shouted.

“Calm down, you’ll do better next time, you just need to get her to want to know you, that’s all.”

The day had passed. Harry and Michelle had both worked most of the day, and were pretty worn out by this time. But every now and then, they liked to go to each other’s house, and just have some fun to cure their boredom.

Ever since they were younger, they would play board games together, and this was one of their hobbies. Whether it was trying to solve mysteries, building words on a table, or owning real estate, it was always a fun thing to do to pass the time.

That night, it was Poker. They had gotten tired of the board games and decided to raise the stakes a bit. They didn’t like to gamble, so they played a version of poker where whoever won the hand would have to do something for the other person, like a favor. Sometimes it was silly stuff, but eventually Michelle got a little more wild. She had just won the hand.

“Okay” She undressed.

He was shocked. “What the hell are you doing?” He asked, frantically.

“I’m showing you what to Escort Bayan Gaziantep do for your dare!” She pointed to her nipple.

“I want you to kiss it.” He looked at her nipple. He was impressed, he had never thought of seeing his older best friend naked before, let alone, actually enjoying it. She smiled with a come-hither look.

“You’re going to seduce me?” He asked.

“Yes, and then I’m going to make you fuck my brains out.” She noticed he immediately got an erection between his legs. Trying to hide it, he turned away. She followed him to the couch, where they sat down.

“No I can’t!” he yelled. “You’re my best friend.”

She smiled and grabbed her breast, grasping it. Leaning forward, she put her titty at the side of his face, grabbed his head and pulled him towards it. His lips lightly touched the nipple and she closed her eyes.

He started using this to his advantage, moving his tongue around on that nipple, while sucking more and more of the breast into his mouth.

“More… MORE, I SAID!”

“Okay!” He used his hands and ran them up and down her body as he made out with her nipple. Her legs were smooth, and he just had to feel them a little. She moaned once again, sensing his fingers running down her body, and his lips around her nipple.

She relaxed and let him work his way around her figure. Harry had never done this with a friend before, but he felt more comfortable this way. He forgot about his dream girl once Michelle got a hold of him.

He caressed her thighs, her stomach, the arch of her back – using his fragile fingers to his advantage. He moved his mouth from her nipple, and started kissing the front part of her neck. She loved this so much, she bit her bottom lip.

It was a natural feeling, and who better to share it with than someone who actually has an imagination? The game of poker was obviously over, but the cards still lay on the table. At least until they knocked them off.

He picked her up and put her on the table, getting to his knees. He positioned her where her legs were at his head. He had the perfect setup. He shimmied his head into her crotch, right between her beautiful legs, and starting playing with her clit with his warm tongue.

“Ooooooh!” She moaned and closed her eyes once again.

He used his fingers and pretended like he was going to insert them into her pussy, but kept pulling them away, slightly touching her effective parts without actually doing anything. His wet lips captured her clit perfectly, allowing him to tickle it. She enjoyed this very much.

After a few minutes of soft foreplay, he finally stuck one finger into her pussy. His tongue still ran wild on her clit, and this made her squirm a lot! She moaned under her breath and Harry could tell she wanted it even more.

So, he added another finger into her pussy and started using them like scissors inside her, trying to poke around inside her to find any tissue that would make her cream herself. She was already soaken wet down there, and he would occasionally pull out his fingers, sucking on them. He tasted the pussy juice and loved it.

The only problem with this is that it left her clit vulnerable, and she didn’t want him to stop, so she used her fingers to rub it herself while he explored her inner walls with his thick fingers.

While fingering her slowly, tugging at her insides like a sharp hook, he started to use his common sense. He decided that he would give her extreme pleasure by doing the “little things”. He used his mouth for this. He started kissing her all over the place.

If she had a body part, he kissed it. This made her thrilled to see he was using his imagination. She wanted more. And more he gave.

He inserted another finger, making that three fingers inside her soaked pussy. It was becoming slimy and easily lubricated. He finally sat upwards and pulled out his cock. It had grown very thick from all the commotion and needed some air. But it didn’t stay out long! He placed it inside of her, with her still rubbing her clit.

Harry’s cock slowly forced its way into her, opening her vaginal passage. She could control her muscles perfectly, closing in around his cock, tightening herself while he continued forcing it inside her. Her pussy grabbed him like a bear trap and wouldn’t let go! The force of the resistance made it feel even better for her. It made her inner muscles contract onto his penis, which caused more friction on the inside.

She smiled and bit her finger, while still rubbing her clit. He was confused a little bit as to why she was doing this, but he decided he needs not to worry about it right now.

“Now is not the time!” Harry thought to himself, while sliding his hardened cock straight up into her.

He fucked her for a while, not too hard, not too soft. It felt great for the both of them. They both moaned simultaneously, as the table was moved across the floor.

He took both of his hands and started massaging her thighs and stomach, lightly, pulling her skin a little, getting her all worked up. His mouth ran across her breasts once again, letting his tongue leave trails of saliva all over her. She smiled at him, rolling her eyes into the back of her head.

“Fuck me, Harry, fuck me HARDER!” He seemed sort of shy about it, being that this is his best friend.

“I never thought she wanted to be fucked like this, or I would’ve done it along time ago!” Harry thought.

He started going faster, her thighs slapping up against his legs, making little slapping noises as he impaled her. His penis grew stronger, and she could feel it throbbing inside of her. She rubbed her clit faster and faster, moaning.

“Ooo..OOOOH”. She was enjoying it more than him. Maybe it was because this was the kid she grew up babysitting? Maybe she wanted him all along, and was just waiting for the right opportunity, or for him to find out.

“You like to fuck your babysitter don’t you, Harry? You better be a good boy, or I’ll tell your parents!” He thought back to those days, and was kind of embarrassed about those times.

But, it was turning him on.

She was right, when he was younger, he dreamed about fucking his babysitter, and that babysitter WAS HER! He thought for a minute.

“So why did I ever lose interest in her?” He asked himself. He didn’t know the answer and it didn’t bother him, because he was having sex with her now. And now is all that mattered.

“I want you to cum inside me Harry, come on, cum inside me!”

He fucked her harder, and she could still feel his warm cock going deep inside of her, rubbing against her inner walls. He leaned her upwards, hitting her vulnerable spot inside. She could sense it perfectly, and it was making her feel tingles all over, while continuing to rub herself.

Fucking her harder and more ferocious, Harry closed his eyes, ramming it inside her. That’s what she wanted.

She said “Harder, Harry, HARDER!”

She liked rough sex, apparently. Harry had no problem with that. Her pussy was sucking his penis further as he pushed it inside her. Finally, after many minutes of this, he started getting tense.

“I’m… gonna… cum.”

She smiled and rubbed herself more.

“Do it, Harry… Oooh… do it inside me!” They both got ready, and finally the tip of his penis shot a huge load of cum inside her, and it kept squirting more and more cum, filling her up. She felt the hot cum inside her and her eyes once again rolled back in her head.

“Now I want you to pee in me, Harry.”

He stopped fucking and stared blankly at her.

“WHAT, you’ve gotta be kidding me.” She smiled in ecstasy, “Do it, damnit! Harry, pee inside of me!”

He accepted and just mumbled “Okay, whatever you say Michelle.”

He continued fucking her trying to keep his dick hard, and it worked. He pulled out and stroked it for a while, he didn’t want to have it going flaccid on him at the wrong time.

“I’ve done this before, I used to masturbate and every time after I’d have to pee, so this shouldn’t be too hard.” Michelle kept stroking her clit with her fingers, waiting for re-entry. He had drank nearly a gallon of water earlier in the day, and had still not been to the bathroom, so he had to piss anyway.

When a guy has to pee after sex, it’s the greatest feeling once you finally release it. He knew this, and she may not have, but she wanted him to pee inside of her. So he agreed.

He leaned over her pussy as she continued rubbing herself, and he tried to pee out of his hard cock. She could tell he struggled a bit at first, but eventually the first bit of pee came out, and squirted all over her tits and stomach.

“Aaah!” she yelled, smiling. She liked that.

He did it again, but this time holding his cock with his two fingers so that he only let a little bit of it out. Once again he squirted over her, except this time closer to her pussy, just below her stomach. After holding it back he started to release, while holding it in there with his fingers. The pressure was building quite fast, and he knew he was going to blow it some time, soon.

She was anxiously waiting, and she could still feel the hot cum inside of her, wanting more.

Finally, he aimed his thick cock right at her sweating vaginal hole and let go of his fingers at the same time that he shoved it in. He released his piss inside of her, forcing his urine in at a very high speed. She moved along the table, and felt the hot urine going deeper inside of her, spraying her inner walls with his liquids.

“Ooohh, my god!” she cried out loud.

Harry smiled and continued peeing as the river of piss flowed through her body, giving her chills. While all of this was going on, Harry’s penis was rubbing against her G-Spot inside of her, causing even more friction. The piss was spraying off of that area, creating excitement for her entire body.

She shook violently as she continued rubbing her clit, faster and faster.

“OOOOOOOOOH! OOOOH!” She yelled.

“I’m GONNA CUM! OH… MY … GOD!”

She let herself go, squirting her own liquid out of her pussy, forcing his cock outwards. Her juices sprayed violently over his penis. This was the first time anything like that had ever happened to her, and she couldn’t help but feel grateful.

She felt tingling sensations all over her body, and it was magnificent! After a few seconds of nonstop squirting what seemed like a gallon of vaginal juices, it settled down.

She laid her head back on the table and was worn out from the orgasmic reaches of his cum and urine, both still relaxed inside of her, slowly dripping out along with her very own cum juices.

Harry had fucked the babysitter. It was amazing. He made an older woman feel like she had never had sex before.

“Thank you, Harry.” she simply said, closing her eyes.

“No problem.” he laughed.

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His Best Friend’s Secret

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“Hey Craig, you down there?” Matt Nelson called out as he started down the basement staircase.

“I’m in back, Matt,” called out a strong masculine voice from the bottom of the stairs. “Come on down.”

Quickly, the five-foot-eight eighteen year old made his way down the stairs leading to the basement of the Longwood house. The room at the foot of the steps had been converted to a small apartment, complete with kitchenette and bath. It was exactly the kind of place Matt wished he had in his own house. It was the first time he had been down here. Previously Craig’s parents had rented out the small room, but turned it over to Craig two weeks ago as a post graduation present. He was still in the process of moving in.

“I’m in here, Matt,” came the voice from the outer room.

As Matt stepped through the doorway, he could see that this half of the basement was much more like the one in his own house: rough, bare cement walls, exposed pipes, ceiling beams. Part of the basement had been converted to storage bins. The boiler and water heater took up another third. All the way in the back, near the outer door, were a weight bench and several rows of barbells. It was on that bench that he found his friend.

“I’ll be with you in a few minutes.”

Craig puffed as he lifted the heavy barbell as high as he could.

“I only have a few more sets and I’m done.”

“No problem,” Matt replied as he looked down on the muscular youth on the bench. “I guess I’m a little early, anyway.”

Craig Harris was a year older than Matt, having repeated a year back in grade school due to an injury. He was also five inches taller and about twenty pounds heavier. Clad only in a thin pair of blue gym trunks, most of his tanned body was exposed to view. More than half the girls in their graduating class would’ve been willing to drop their pants in a minute if they were standing in Matt’s place.

The younger teen took a moment to add up the weights on the barbell Craig was using, quickly deciding that it was far more than he could ever lift. It wasn’t that the blond-haired young man wasn’t in good shape. In fact, he had been on the high school’s baseball team. Matt had more of a lean, athletic build, while Craig had been working out with weights since his early teens and had played football for that long as well.

He watched his friend complete a few more sets and realized with a small shock that he was staring at the steams of sweat running down his well-developed chest and arms.

“Why don’t I take a look at the computer while you finish up here?” Matt said as he began to turn away.

“Good idea,” Craig said, as he paused for a moment with the heavy weight again fully extended at arm’s length. “All the stuff my uncle sent over is piled up on my desk.”

Back in the small apartment, Matt sat down on the computer, which had been set up on the desk and hit the on switch. It wasn’t long before the screen came to life and filled with the old familiar windows 3.1 setup. The computer had been given to Craig by his uncle when he got a newer system. The computer wasn’t the top of the line model that you’d find if you walked into any store today, but it was more than Craig needed. Matt was a firm believer that no one really needed all of that crap that was stuffed into computers nowadays – at least not for home use. He picked up the spec sheet and quickly ran it down: 33 MHz cpu, 8 Megs RAM, 540M hard drive. It was still a good machine, no matter what anyone said. It fact, the only reason Craig’s uncle had gotten a new one was that the older machine had a problem with a lot of the new upgrades that he wanted to hook up. It was cheaper in the long run to just buy a new one.

The one upgrade that the young man was glad to see was the 28.8 bps modem that Craig’s uncle had put in. The spec sheet said that it had originally come with a 2400 bps modem. Matt cringed at the thought of showing his friend how to get online at that speed. He quickly brought up the File Manager and checked what was in the hard drive.

“Over 300 Megs available,” Matt thought, then smiled. “They did a good job of cleaning up the drive.”

The last time he had volunteered to help a friend set up an old computer, the drive had been so crammed full of junk that it had taken him hours just to delete all of it. Since the main thing that Craig was interested in was getting online, Matt brought up the copy of Netscape that had been left. The account information in its memory still belonged to Craig’s uncle, so Matt deleted it and entered the info for his own online account. Once Craig learned how to get around online, he’d call up TIAC and get his friend his own account.

“Now where did he put those notes?” he asked himself as he searched a desk filled with manuals and printed sheets. “Craig could learn a few things about organization.”

Finally he spotted the folder he was looking for on the far edge of the desk. He reached out for it, but bumped the pile of papers and the folder Antep Escort Bayan fell behind the dresser, next to the desk.

“Shit,” he muttered as he got up out of the chair to retrieve it.

Matt had to pull the bureau out a little to reach down and behind it. He spotted the folder resting next to a pile of magazines that must have fallen down there earlier on.

“Craig really has to learn how to pick up,” Matt laughed, as he grabbed both the folder and the books, pulling them up.

Dropping the four magazines onto the nearby bed, the red-shirted young man was about to turn his attention back to the computer when the title of one periodical caught his eye.

“Fuck!” he exclaimed loudly, before he could check himself. He quickly looked over his shoulder to see whether his friend had heard him.

After a few seconds Matt turned his attention back to the magazine. The banner on the top read “Hombre.” Underneath it was a picture of a well-developed Hispanic man wearing only a pair of cut-off jeans. Flipping through the pages of the book, Matt saw that it was filled with similar pictures of men. Only they weren’t wearing any jeans. They weren’t wearing anything else, for that matter.

“Damn,” he whispered to himself, ever conscious of his friend’s presence in the outer room.

Matt quickly picked up the second book. It was called “Ebony and Ivory.” Unlike the first magazine, this one had much more than nude shots. The men in this book were black and white and they were engaged in various sexual activities. He stopped on one page in particular that showed a young man kneeling in front of a muscular black man in his forties. The young man had his mouth wrapped firmly around the older man’s cock.

Fueled by curiosity, he turned to another publication called “Young Men In Lust.” Unlike the other two books, this had no articles. It was filled, instead, with glossy pictures of young men having sex with each other. Many of them looked his and Craig’s age. In fact, there was a picture of a young man taking a cock up his ass that Matt thought looked a little like him. So much, in fact, that the picture, following all the others, had given him a hard-on. He was about to see what the last book was about when he heard steps behind him.

“How are you making out, buddy?” Craig asked as he stepped into the room, drying his face with a small towel. “Got it all ready to …”

The tall, dark-haired athlete stopped in mid-word as he looked at his friend sitting on the bed and spotted the magazine spread open to a two-page centerfold. The picture was of two guys in a tight embrace, sharing a hard kiss while at the same time playing with each other’s cock.

“Where did you get those…?” Craig asked in a slow, hesitant voice.

“I found them behind the dresser,” Matt explained, a little ashamed to have been found looking at them. “One of the folders fell behind there and I had to move it to pick it up.”

The color seemed to fade from Craig’s face, despite the tan he had been working on since the beginning of the summer. The look on his face was one few people had ever seen, one of utter devastation. In one brief catastrophic moment, his entire aura of self-confidence was gone.

“I suppose you’re wondering what I’m doing with magazines like that?” he asked in a defeated voice.

“What you’re doing…?” Matt repeated. “You mean, these are yours?”

“Whose did you think they were?” Craig asked in return, cursing himself for not thinking. He might’ve be able to explain them away if he hadn’t said anything.

“I thought they might’ve belonged to the guy who was renting this place from your parents. The way they were wedged in against the wall, I figured he’d dropped them there and forgot them when he moved out.”

“Oh shit, shit, shit,” Craig muttered as he realized that Matt hadn’t made what he thought was the obvious connection – that the books were his.

“Are you really into stuff like this?” Matt finally asked.

Craig took a few deep breaths. Deep down, he knew that some day it might come out. But not, he had hoped, for a long, long time. How were people going to react when they found out that Craig Harris, high school jock, rumored to have screwed half the girls on the cheerleader squad, was instead a cock-sucking queer?

“Matt, I don’t really know how to explain this,” he began. “I guess maybe I should’ve told you, but I …”

“Craig.” His younger friend cut him off. “It’s okay.”

Craig just looked at him in confusion.

“Hey pal, you’re my friend,” Matt said with a smile. “Nothings going to change that.”

“Shit, Matt. You don’t know how glad it makes me feel to hear you say that!” the taller teen said.

“Have you ever really done any of this stuff?” Matt asked as he motioned to the magazines spread out on the bed.

“Some,” Craig said, the relief in his voice now more evident. “I’ve been with a few guys.”

He paused for a moment and added, “You know what’s strange? It was harder to admit that just now than it was to actually get the nerve to do it in the first place.”

“You know, I can understand that,” Matt replied, as he flipped through a few pages of the glossy book. “Even though we’ve been friends like forever, this isn’t something you’ve really told anyone, is it?”

“No, it’s not,” Craig said, realizing just how lucky he was to have a friend like Matt.

“You ever done anything like this?” Matt asked as he stopped at one large full-page picture.

Craig leaned over to look and saw that it was the photo that had so interested Matt earlier – the one in which the guy that was being fucked resembled Matt a little.

“I’ve … I’ve fucked two guys,” he answered, again hesitantly.

“Is it bothering you that I’m asking these questions?” Matt asked. “Should I just shut the fuck up?”

By this time, Craig was sitting on a stool only a foot away from Matt. He thought about the question and said, “You know, it’s still a little hard to answer questions like that. But, it feels better to have finally told someone. A chance to be honest for a change.”

Matt suddenly turned away from Craig and got up from the bed. He stared at the computer for a few seconds, lost in thought. Craig took his move to be a sudden reconsideration of Matt’s acceptance of what he’d told him.

“Matt..?” he asked. “You okay?”

Matt took a few more moments before he turned around. Then he looked at Craig with a shamed look on his face.

“Matt?” Craig repeated.

“I’m all right,” he answered. “I was just thinking about what you said, about being able to be honest for a change.”

“I don’t understand,” Craig said.

“I was thinking that I should be as honest with you as you’ve been with me the last ten minutes.”

“I still don’t understand,” Craig repeated.

“Well, let’s just say that if we were in my house instead of here and using my computer instead of yours,” Matt began, “you’d find about one hundred megs of pictures on the hard drive that were a lot like the ones in that book.”

Now it was Craig Harris that stood dumbfounded. It took a few seconds for him to realize what his friend had just told him.

“Matt? You’re gay?” he finally asked.

“I don’t know,” Matt answered, quickly. “I mean, I’ve never done anything… But I’ve been thinking about it for years. I’ve always been attracted to guys.”

The two friends just looked at each other for what seemed like an eternity. Then, almost simultaneously, they began talking. For the next hour they compared notes, about feelings they had felt growing up and the frustration they’d encountered in being unable to share those emotions with anyone.

Matt listened in fascination as Craig told him about his own voyage of discovery and how it had culminated on a trip to Fort Lauderdale over Spring break. He’d had another experience with one of the players on the visitor’s team during the all-state championships.

“I think the worst part of it all was gym class, especially the showers,” Matt said as he took another drink from the can of beer that Craig had produced from the refrigerator during their talk. “All those naked bodies and all. I kept worrying that I was going to get a hard-on and someone would notice.”

“Yeah, I sometimes thought that way, too,” Craig agreed as he took a swig of his own beer.

“Even so,” Matt went on. “I still liked to sneak a look at the other guys when I could. It was the only chance I got to really see someone else’s cock.”

Craig nodded his head, acknowledging that he’d grabbed his own share of shower glances.

“You know what’s funny?” Matt said as he finished off the beer. “I think I snuck more looks at you than anyone else in any of my classes.” Craig smiled at the admission and took the time to finish off his own beer. He still didn’t say anything as he stood up and deposited both beer cans into the small blue recycling bin in the kitchenette.

“You know, I usually take a shower after a workout,” Craig said, his back to Matt. “You’re welcome to join me if you want to get more than just a peek,” he added as he turned.

The offer took Matt by surprise. As many times as he had stolen looks at Craig, as many times as he had masturbated to erotic fantasies involving him, Matt never imaged that any of those flights of fancy could ever become real.

“What do you think?” Craig asked again.

Matt wasn’t thinking. He was acting on instinct. He crossed the gap between him and Craig in a heartbeat and before the significance of what he was doing could really sink in, he kissed his long-time friend.

The feel of Craig’s lips against his own brought on a sense of euphoria, coupled with a rising passion. He felt an electric spark when Craig’s tongue pressed against his lips and he opened to receive it. If this was going to be his first time, he couldn’t have imagined a better partner than Craig.

“I take it that’s a Yes.” Craig grinned.

It didn’t take the two friends long to get undressed. All Craig had been wearing anyway was his shorts and a jock. Matt hadn’t much more, just his own shorts and a matching T-shirt. It would be a tight fit in the small tin shower, but neither of them seemed to mind. In fact, they seemed to enjoy the fact that it was so cramped.

Experience showed as Craig’s hands explored every part of Matt’s body. He stroked the firm flesh, marking each touch with a gentle kiss. What Matt lacked in practice he made up in enthusiasm as he duplicated Craig’s motions.

A thin layer of soap soon covered each of them, which, coupled with the steady flow of hot water, washed away the grime of Craig’s earlier exertions. The firm touch of his friend’s hands felt good to Matt as the powerful fingers massaged his neck and shoulders. He felt Craig playfully slide his hands down the length of Matt’s back and onto his backside. A moan escaped Matt’s lips as he felt his friend’s hands slide up under his balls and close around his already hard-cock.

“Relax and just enjoy it,” Craig whispered into his ear as he playfully jerked Matt’s cock back and forth.

Enjoy it Matt did as the shorter teen closed his eyes and leaned back against his friend. A broad smile came to his lips as he felt the hardness of Craig’s cock pressed up against the cheeks of his ass.

Matt knew that if Craig kept this up much longer, he’d shoot his load all over the shower wall. He didn’t want this new experience to end so soon. He reluctantly pulled Craig’s hand away from his cock.

Turning around, with Craig’s arms still around him, he kissed his first-time lover once more. Then he began to work his way downward, his kisses tracing Craig’s smooth, well-defined chest as he bent lower and lower.

When he reached his goal his face was only inches from his friend’s erect manhood. He took a few moments to study what he quickly decided was a classic example of male perfection.

Matt reached out and stoked the underside of Craig’s balls, working his fingers up to the base of his cock. Almost reverently, he extended two fingers and ran them up and down the full seven-inch length.

He leaned forward and replaced the touch of his fingers with that of his lips as he kissed his way up and down his prize.

Matt closed his eyes as he opened his mouth and took in Craig’s hardness. He wanted to enjoy every nuance of the sensations he was feeling. Matt could feel his heart racing as the hot flesh slid in and out of his mouth. The salty taste of Craig’s pre-cum on his tongue added a further excitement.

Now it was Craig’s turn to lean back against the cool tin walls and close his eyes. He’d had better blow jobs, but none had ever meant more to him. It wasn’t hard for him to lose himself quickly in the pleasure Matt’s mouth was bringing him. For someone who had never done this before, except in his dreams, the guy was damn good. It wasn’t long before he was on the verge of an orgasm.

“I think I’m going to come…” he said as he closed his eyes even tighter.

That was music to Matt’s ears. He doubled his efforts. Back in senior year, on one of his few dates with girls in his class, Cathy Bond had given him a blow job. Even though he felt it had been missing something, he had to admit she knew what she was doing. Now, on his knees, with his best friend’s cock buried between his cheeks, he tried to remember everything she’d done.

Matt clamped his fingers around the base of Craig’s cock, preventing him from ejaculating. Every lick of his tongue, every time he mouthed him whole, caused Craig to feel like he was going to explode. But that feeling paled next to the one that filled Matt at this moment.

Matt’s own cock was rock-hard between his legs. He let one hand drop down so that he could play with it. He let it slide between his fingers in a gentle motion, giving it just enough attention to bring him some relief from its hardness, but not enough to distract him from the task at hand.

Deciding that he had held Craig back as long as he could, Matt released his hold on his ball sac and felt the rush of hot cum erupt – a second before it began to shoot into his mouth and throat. He deep-throated Craig’s cock one more time, catching every spurt of salty cum. He savored both the taste and the knowledge that this was the first blow job he’d ever given.

“Oh God, that was fan-fuckin-tastic!” Craig exclaimed as he reached down and lifted his friend up from the floor of the shower. “It’s a fucking crime that we never did this a long time ago.”

Matt couldn’t help but agree as he rested his head against his lover’s chest. What would the last few years have been like if they’d only known the feelings they shared? But neither wasted time in regretting what the past might have been like. They both knew it was better to see what they could make of the future.

Stepping out of the shower, the two young men quickly dried each other off. Neither really said anything, but it was all either of them could do to keep from giggling. It was like a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

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Francesca: A Slave’s Journey

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I had been alone for many years after my wife had passed away. My name is Steve and I am a Store Manager who worked long hours and did not look to date. But, after several years of being lonely, I decided to change that. I had been reading a lot of porn and decided on finding a slave girl. By this time I was 55 years old and I wanted to find a young woman between 30 and 35. I thought, “How hard could it be?”

Well, I found out. I checked out various web sites dealing with bdsm, Master and Slaves. There are so many fakes and scammers out there. Early in my search, I was scammed for a couple of thousand dollars. But I kept searching and after 15 months, I found the perfect woman. Her name is Francesca and when I met her she was a 33 year old petite blonde beauty with pert tits and a perfect ass. She was, and still is, absolutely stunning.

We had chatted for over two months and had several video calls as well. I felt the chemistry right off. Unlike every other woman I had talked to, Francesca never asked money or gift cards. Not once. We took our time and we decided she would relocate. She loaded up her car and drove to my place. Again, she did not ask for me to pay for her move. Very refreshing.

When she got to my house and got to the door, she was as beautiful in the flesh as she was in her photos. I let her in and we kissed. I was smitten. I led her to the living room and said, “Francesca, let me inspect you. Remove your clothing.”

“Yes Master.”

When she was nude, I had her turn around, pose in different positions. She was fantastic. I told her to sit down and then I got to my knees to taste that beautiful pussy. I brought her to two orgasms then she sucked my cock. When I could, we fucked. She was simply amazing. Every morning, first thing, I would eat Francesca’s pussy and every night, I would eat her pussy and then we would fuck.

She found a job but was always home when I got home. Every day, after kissing her, I took her into the living room and ate her pussy. And we fucked less and less. All I wanted was to eat her beautiful pussy. A month later, I did not order her to strip but allowed her to stay clothed while I went down on her. The next day was the same when as I started to kneel, Francesca said, “Master, why don’t you get naked. It would be so hot for me to remain clothed and you naked while you eat me.”

“Ok,” I said as I took my clothes off.

Now here I am, the Master, naked while I go down on my fully clothed Slave. And that continued, the next day, after we kissed, Francesca said, “Oh Master, strip for me right here. Please.”

“All right my dear Slave,” I said as I stripped.

Then she led me to our spot Antep Escort Bayan and I proceeded to eat her and she came multiple times. This became our pattern and we stopped fucking. Our whole sex live was me eating her pussy.

Two weeks later, as I got to my feet and started to get dressed, Francesca said, “Oh Master, just stay naked.”

I agreed and Francesca said, “Master, promise me. You will be naked when you are with me at home.”

“Ok Francesca, I promise.”

“Oh thank you Master.”

She then me to our bedroom and we fucked for the first time in three weeks. Now, when we were together, I was nude and she was clothed. On my next day off, Francesca got home in the early afternoon, saw me and said, “Why aren’t you nude Master?”

“I was home alone.”

“But you promised me to be nude in the house.”

“No I didn’t.”

“Please Master, for me. Promise me that when you are home, alone or not, that you will stay naked.”

I laughed and said, “Ok Francesca. Ok.”

I took my clothes off and then she took my hand, led me to the living room where I performed on her. This went on for a month, me staying naked, Francesca staying fully clothed. Then, one day, after her third orgasm, Francesca said, “Poor Master. Always pleasuring me. You should cum now. Please play with yourself Master.”

I looked at her for a moment, then grabbed my cock and jerked myself off, while gazing at her. Soon I came on the floor. She said, “Master! Please clean that up.”

I started to get up but she said, “Where are you going? Use your tongue. Lick it up.”

Again, I looked at her, and then did as she asked. As I was licking up my own cum, Francesca said, “Next time, catch it in your hand or a cup.”

“Yes Francesca,” I responded.

The next day, the same thing, but this time Francesca said, “Now jack off Master and be sure to catch your cum in your hand.”

I did and she said, “Now eat your cum Master. It is so hot watching you eat your own cum.”

This went on for a couple of weeks. Also, she was the Slave and the Domestic Servant but she had me doing more and more of the cleaning. We went on like this for three weeks then a new change. I had finished pleasuring Francesca but had not started jerking off, when Francesca said, “Master, have you been fucking other women?”

I was surprised at the question and said. “No, of course not.”

“But how can I be sure?”

“You don’t believe me?”

“Oh yes Master. But you’re so handsome, I’m sure you get hit on a lot.”

I laughed and said, “That’s funny.”

“Would you do something for me Master?”

“What? Promise not to cheat? Ok, I promise.”

Now she laughed and said, “Thank you Master. But, please follow me.”

Francesca led me to our bedroom and she had me lay down. She picked something up off the dresser, came to the bed, got on the bed and straddled my chest, facing away from me. She said, “Now stay still Master.”

I felt her put something on my dick and after she was done, she climbed off of me and said, “See Master.”

I looked down to see a cock cage. “What is that?”

“Now Master, this is for the best. I don’t have to worry.”

Reluctantly, I agreed.

“Oh good Master. Thank you.”

So, my life was like this; first thing in the morning, I go down on Francesca. When I get home from work, I immediately get naked and then go down on Francesca. Once a week, she releases my cock and I am able to jerk off, looking at my Slave Francesca, and eat my own cum.

Three weeks later, while I servicing her pussy, there was a knock on the front door. “Answer the door Master. Thank you.”

I stood up, was about to wipe my face, when Francesca said, “Don’t Master. You look so sexy with my juice on your face.”

I grinned and walked to the door and opened it. There was a young woman standing at the door, who said, “Hello, you must be Steve. I’m Alex, a friend of Francesca.”

“Come on in,” said Francesca from the living room.

When we were all in the living room, the two women were sitting on the sofa but when I went to sit on a chair, Francesca said, “No Master, sit on the floor at our feet.”

When I sat, Francesca said to me, “I have told Alex about how you are such a good cunt licker and she asked if she could experience it. So, here she is.”

I looked at both women and asked, “You want me to eat Alex’s pussy?”

“Yes.”

So I did. Both women. First Alex, then Francesca. When both had cum, here I was naked with my cock caged, sitting on the floor, while two beautiful young women sat and talked on the sofa, all but ignoring me. Soon Alex left and Francesca said, “You were so good Master.”

Everything kept on as before except now once or twice a week, I serviced one of Francesca friends. Francesca explained it, “They have all heard how good you are Master.”

Two months later, Alex was back for the four time, and I was about to go down on her when Francesca said, “Master, wait a moment, I got you a gift. Close your eyes. And stay on your knees.”

I closed my eyes and waited. Soon I heard footsteps and Francesca said, “Keep your eyes closed.”

I then felt something rubbing my face and she said, “Ok Master, open your eyes.”

When I opened my eyes, I saw Francesca standing before me wearing a strap-on harness. She then said, “Open your mouth Master.”

I did and she shoved the dildo in my mouth, saying, “That’s it master, suck on my cock. Get it ready to fuck your ass.”

When Francesca thought it was time, she said, “Now Master, eat Alex’s pussy.”

I got between Alex’s legs and got busy. I soon felt something being rubbed on my ass, lube I thought. Then Francesca said, “Ok Master, I’m going to fuck your ass.”

And she did.

Here I was, naked eating pussy of one fully clothed woman while another fully clothed woman fucked me in the ass. All while my cock was caged. Alex soon left and Francesca said, “You were great Master.”

So now, Francesca had a friend come over twice a week and while I ate the friend’s pussy, Francesca fucked me in my ass. This pattern went on for 9 weeks when one evening, as we were alone, Francesca said, “Steve, I think we need to talk about this relationship.”

“Ok, what about it?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I am the Dom now and you are the Slave. Isn’t that correct?”

I looked at her for a minute and I realized what had happened over the last few months. There was no denying it. I looked up at her and said, “Yes Mistress, I am the Slave.”

“Good. And as such, I should control all of our affairs, including all financial ones, correct?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“Go into the Den and get on the computer. We will go to your bank and your retirement accounts and change the passwords. And all your credit card accounts as well. Bring me your wallet.”

As I opened an account, Francesca had me turn away as she changed the password. She took every credit card out of my wallet but one. Over the next week, Francesca was put on all the utilities and the lease on the house. In short, everything was now in her name. She now had complete control of me. I only possessed what she let me. I was completely dependent on her.

It has been 2 years since Francesca has taken over my life. Her friends now come over almost every day and night and Francesca has been charging for my services. I will eat pussy or they can peg me or spank me or chain me up or all of the above. Now women come at all hours of the day, with either Francesca or Alex with me. I am never alone.

I am Francesca’s whore now. I make so much money that Francesca had me quit my job a year ago. Francesca also rents my cleaning services to her friends. I am now Francesca Maid and the Maid to her friends. I am always escorted by either Francesca or Alex.

Which brings me to another change; Alex moved in with us about a year and a half ago and became Francesca’s lover. She is also my second Mistress, my second owner. I was moved to a small bedroom.

This is my life now. I am Francesca’s whore.

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Justin and Amanda Ch. 01

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I always knew that High School was going to be the time of my life. I was ready to join the Football team as a Quarterback and I knew that I was very good. I didn’t know that it was going to take me till I was a senior in College to lose my virginity. I was always shy, I was good looking and a lot of women wanted me but for some reason I was just so very picky. Wow I thought to myself. A person shouldn’t feel this picky when they have a chance to get laid.

My Name is Justin and I am 18 years old and this is my senior year. I always liked Amanda who was the Captain of the cheerleading squad. She was best friends with my sister Jessica who is a junior in high school. They would always have sleepovers and I always saw Amanda in her skimpy pajamas. She was so hot and has the nicest ass I have ever seen. She was flexible and that alone was a turn on. Amanda was 5’2 and was skinny. She had a small ass which I love and was a 32B. My sister Jessica knew that I liked her and offered to hook us up but as always. I didn’t take the next step.

It was a cold December and our football team is going to the State Championship. It was a Thursday afternoon and we all packed to go to Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Jess, Amanda and I decided to go ourselves since we could blast our music and have air conditioning.

5 hours later we arrived in Pittsburgh and we settled into our Penthouse Suite that our parents paid for. See growing up Jessica and I could have everything that we ever wanted. Our Parents ran their on Construction Business which eventually became the biggest in the country. On Average they take in about 70 Million a year and the number keeps on rising. Jessica and I were given an allowance of 3 Million dollars a year so yeah life was going great.

Finally we settled into our Luxury Suite at the Hotel that was equipped with a Jacuzzi and an entire Kitchen. We hit up a couple peeps from the team and a couple hot cheerleaders Antep Bayan Escort and all decided to have some fun.

Everyone left the party around 4:00am. Luckily our Championship game wasn’t schedule tomorrow and we had the day to sleep in and relax. Jessica and her girlfriend Amber went to her bedroom and got busy. Jessica will tell you those stories later.

So it was just Amanda and myself relaxing in the Jacuzzi, I have known Amanda for about 8 years now since we moved to Pennsylvania. Her and my sister were BFF and they were inseparable. As we got older I could see Amanda blossom before my very eyes. I had such strong feelings for her but I didn’t know if she had those same feelings for me. Rumors throughout the school were that she was experienced, very very experienced. Rumors are exactly what they are. They serve no truth to the topic.

I did know that Amanda and my sister Jessica were sexually exploring each other. I could hear them during their sleepovers. I think this became the reason why I didn’t try to hook up with Amanda. I didn’t want to look like a fool if she was solely a lesbian like my sister Jessica.

I moved closer to Amanda and I looked directly into her eyes. “Amanda, I think you are so beautiful and I am completely in love with you.”

“I would have said this sooner but I am a virgin and I was nervous and scared to admit that because I wasn’t sure how you were going to react.” I said

The look on her face made me curious as to what she was thinking. It seemed like she was honored that I told her that I am in love with her. She didn’t say anything at all and I assumed that maybe she just wasn’t interested. I started to get up to get out of the Jacuzzi when Amanda Spoke.

“I feel the same way Justin and I have always liked you.” Amanda replied

This was all I needed to hear and I was on my way. I moved closer to her and I ran my fingers through her wet brown hair. I looked deep into her eyes and I kissed her passionately. Afterwards, she got up and told me to wait here for 4 minutes and then come into her room.

I was ecstatic that the dream that I have hoped for is finally going to come true. The thought of this was making my 7 inch shaft extremely hard. As I was sitting in the Jacuzzi I was counting the minutes until I could go into her room. For the people that are virgins at an older age you know what it’s like to be nervous about this first time encounter. I was worried if I wasn’t going to last very long and how her reaction would be. Then I took a deep breath and relaxed.

Now it was time, 4 minutes were up and I got out of the Jacuzzi and dried myself off. I approached Amanda’s room and opened the door. The sight alone got me excited and I came right then and there. Luckily Amanda didn’t notice which was good for me. She was lying on her bed in the sexiest black lingerie I have ever seen.

“Come here big boy, I want you to fuck me; I have waited so long for this day.” Amanda told me

“You have?” I said curiously

“Yes and enough chatting and cum over here baby.” She said seductively

I got on the bed and we started with kissing and then that is where the confidence grew and I was relaxed and took charge. I ripped her lingerie off, which made Amanda excited. I grabbed her breasts which were so perfect that God must have spent a lot of time on this girl.

She let out little moans as I massaged her breasts with my hands. I started sucking on her pink nipples and the moans increased with more sounds of pleasure filling the room. This made me know that I was definitely doing something right and that make the confidence over flowing.

I slowly kissed every inch of her body as I was moving my head lower to her waist. I kissed her inner thighs avoiding her pussy which I know is a tease to make the pleasure more intense. Watching those HBO specials worked perfectly.

I spread her legs wider and I started to eat away at her pussy. I found her clit which was easier than I thought and I began licking it in various ways. I started up and down and then circle. I was getting the hang of it as I heard her moans became intense as she was heightening with pleasure. I inserted 2 fingers into her pussy. First very slowly and then gradually picking up the pace. Pushing them as far in as they could go to find her G Spot.

“Oh My Justin, keep doing that, right there.” Amanda took my head and pushed it closer to her pussy and that gave me the hint. I started moving my fingers in faster and I changed it up a lot. I took my lips and encircled her clit and began humming. Acting as a vibrator to her clit I knew she was going to enjoy it and cum like a rocket.

“Holy Shit Oh God yes, Keep humming baby, I love it.” With Amanda’s voice filled with moans of pleasure becoming even louder and pushing my face deeper into her pussy.

As I continued her moans approached an all time high, she was in absolute pleasure. “Oh Fuck right there Justin, keep going, that’s it make me cum.” “I am going to cum so hard, Oh God.” Her moans I am sure were heard throughout the hotel as she was in the best pleasure of her life.

“I am going to cum, keep going.” I started to move my fingers faster than ever. Humming a lot harder. I felt her body start to wiggle as I knew the time was quickly approaching.

“I’m gonna cum, oh fuck baby, ohhhhhh, yes I am cumming. ” “Oh god, ahhhhhhhhhhhh, yes yes yes yes yes yes I’m cumming.”

I looked up to see her eyes rolling back behind her head and grabbing the sheets with her hands. Her body wiggling in response the ultimate pleasure she was receiving. She laid there panting and trying to catch her breath.

“Wow Justin that was completely amazing, we are definitely going to be doing this for a very long time.” She said erotically.

*

Part 2 soon and Jessica tells her story of her first sexual encounter with Amanda.

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Full Service Salon

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It was the sign that had caught David’s attention as he walked home from work one afternoon. “Full Service Salon,” written in big, flashing red letters. From the look of things, it was your standard unisex hair salon, but that ‘full service’ part ushered in countless dirty thoughts into his mind.

Curiosity- as well as a long-overdue need for a haircut- forced him to check it out a few days later. He had no concept of what awaited him inside, but with a name like that, he had plenty of ideas. All of which were quickly dashed away when he walked through the doors.

The salon was more or less empty- which given how late it was, didn’t really surprise him- with only two hairdressers, a receptionist, and one other client that he could see. That was fine by him- David didn’t much like to wait.

By the time he finished with the receptionist- having to provide I.D, a credit card and sign a few forms- the other client had finished up, and the hairdresser who’d been working on him seemed to be readying to leave. This left him with the remaining one, and frankly, David was okay with that.

Even from where he was standing, it was plain to see she was gorgeous. David didn’t know if it was a requirement given he’d seen countless good-looking women working in the hairdressing field, but if so then this one likely smoked all the rest.

She was tall- not as tall as him but certainly up there, and the high-heeled leather boots she was wearing only added to it- with gold tanned skin, long dark hair, and an amazing pair of tits.

David had hit the motherlode.

The receptionist went over to talk with the hairdresser for a moment, then pointed towards him. The hairdresser looked his way and offered a smile, then motioned for him to approach. He watched the receptionist go back to her desk and start to pack up as the hairdresser extended a hand to him.

“Lucky boy, last client of the day. I’m Tory by the way.”

David smiled, shaking her hand gleefully. “I’m David. Nice to meet you.”

He took a seat in her chair and Tory put an apron over him, then took a look at the mop of hair resting on top of his head. “Been a while since anyone cut this I take it?”

David smiled, slightly embarrassed. “Yeah. I kept putting it off. When I saw the sign outside I thought the time had come.”

“And find out what ‘full service’ meant?”

Tory watched as David blushed in the chair. He wasn’t the first to see the sign and think dirty thoughts. That had been part of the point. Not only was it the sort of name that caught your eye in passing, but it also acted as a lure.

Bait for a certain sort of person. Like she could tell David was.

“Well, a mess like this is going to take some work. Do you mind if I wash it before we start trimming? It’ll make things go faster.”

David nodded, loving the idea of this gorgeous woman washing his hair. “You’re the boss.”

She grinned behind him. How right he was.

Tory moved the chair over to the washing station, and carefully guided David’s head back into the waiting sink. She turned on the water and took out some shampoo, then lathered up her hands and got to work. Her fingers slunk through his hair like hungry serpents, and he felt her nails glide along his scalp.

It felt amazing.

When David washed his hair, it took less than five minutes. But then, he wasn’t a professional Bayan Escort Gaziantep like Tory, and the sensation of her hands massaging his head just made everything else around him melt away.

Noticing he was getting more relaxed, Tory slowed down to get his attention, or at least how much of it he could offer. “Since it’s just us, do you mind if I put on some music?”

David didn’t care what she did, as long as she continued washing his hair like that. “Go for it.”

Tory grinned. “ALEXA,” she called to the small device over on the counter, “Tory playlist.”

Within seconds music started to stream out of the device, though it was nothing David had ever heard. It wasn’t exactly techno, though it was filled with beats, there were vocals somewhere underneath them. He tried to listen to them but they were distant enough that no amount of focus seemed to allow him to register what they were saying.

At least not consciously.

His unconscious mind, on the other hand, was absorbing every word. Just as Tory continued to massage his head, his brain was being bombarded with subliminal messages. David had no idea that he was being hypnotized, but Tory had made this playlist herself- recording loops, triggers, and level after level of subliminal manipulations. With a pliable enough subject- such as one who was being relaxed with such a thorough hair-washing- it wouldn’t be long at all before they took effect.

“You’re… you’re good at that,” David somehow managed to utter sleepily. Tory’s fingers were working wonders, and he was certain he would fall asleep before they got to cutting his hair.

“I worked as a massotherapist before I got into hairdressing,” she said matter of factly. “My clients always told me that I had magic hands.”

In his current state, David’s mind had more or less gotten rid of any and all filters, hence why he thought his next words were far more clever than they were. “Did you ever give any happy endings?”

Tory rolled her eyes. If she weren’t already planning to have some fun with this one, that would’ve sealed it. Men like him, they saw that sign outside and thought they could come inside and get a little ‘extra’. They did of course, just not in the way they expected. “No, but none of my clients ever went home disappointed.”

Rinsing his hair, Tory started again. Lather, rinse, repeat, especially when doing so meant there was more time for the music and the massage to melt away any and all resistance. Not that she was all that worried. David’s eyes were shut and he looked as blissful as a sleeping baby. He was more than ready for the next step, but she wanted to be sure.

When she finished rinsing his hair for the second time, she slowly moved the chair back to her station. David didn’t say a word, and she doubted he even noticed he’d been moved. Just in case, she tested him. “David, can you hear me?”

After a second, she heard a far away sounding ‘yeees.” His eyes were still closed, and she doubted they’d be opening before she was finished with him.

“I’m going to cut your hair now David. It’s so messy, you need someone to clean it up for you, don’t you?”

Another “yeess.” David was barely coherent enough to know where he was anymore, let alone provide more than one-word answers.

Tory started snipping at his hair, trimming it in places and chopping away all the split ends that had built up since he’d last been to a barber of any kind. David just laid there and let it happen, surrendering to the music and the feeling of Tory taking control.

All the while, his cock started to grow.

This was to be expected. The subliminal messages in the music sent signals through the brain, telling it to send blood down to the cock. The harder his dick grew, the more pliable his brain would be. And based on the tent he was pitching through the apron, David was plenty pliable already.

When she was finished with his hair, Tory spun the chair around so she was facing David, even though his eyes were still shut and his face was plastered with a dopey, sleepy smile. He was under alright, which meant it was time to move onto the next step.

“David,” she said softly, her voice music to his ears, “we’re finished with your hair, but I know that’s not why you came in here. You wanted full service, didn’t you?”

His smile grew and his lips parted, once more letting out a moaned ‘yeess.”

Tory grinned. This was going to be fun. “I’m going to take off your pants now. That’s part of the full service, and you want that don’t you?”

David nodded, not even able to speak anymore with all the blood flowing to his erection. He didn’t even move as Tory expertly slipped off the apron, followed by his pants and boxers. His cock stood at attention, saluting her and beckoning her to finish.

Tory opened a drawer by her station and pulled out a pair of yellow rubber dishwashing gloves. She always wore gloves for this part- she wanted to keep her hand in good condition, and she found that most clients reacted even stronger to rubber gloves. Then, she walked back over to the sink, turned on the warm water, and lathered up the gloves with soap.

Then, carefully, she began stroking David’s cock. The sensation of the warm, soapy gloves sent electrical surges through his body, and they mixed in with the subliminal messages that had been pouring in this whole time, starting a chain reaction that he didn’t realize was signaling his doom.

The gloves moved along the stiff cock, slipping and sliding along as the music continued to play and David continued to fall deeper and deeper under Tory’s control. But she wasn’t even close to done. She needed to make sure the mental collar clicked shut, and to do that, she needed him to say three little words.

“Most of my clients love the full service,” she whispered teasingly into his ear, watching the shivers of pleasure course along his body with every touch. “They adore letting me take charge, to take control… Do you know what they call me David?”

David didn’t answer, but he didn’t have to. It was a rhetorical question, made to set the stage for the coup de grace.

“They call me Mistress Tory. Do you want to call me that?”

She watched his eyelids flicker, the question mixing in with the messages and signals and everything else converging on his mind. Then his mouth opened, and Tory tried not to squeal with glee as another one said those three little words she adored so much.

“Yes, Mistress Tory.”

Oh yes, he was hers alright. Now all that remained was finishing him off. Men like David needed a woman like Tory to take charge, to remind them of their place. They came in here expecting happy endings and other naughty things, and while some could say she gave them just that, there was a price attached.

“That feels good, doesn’t it?” She asked as she slid the soapy, gloved-covered hands up and down his still growing erection. All David could do was moan incomprehensibly in response. “Your head is floating on an island of pleasure. So empty, like a balloon. I washed your head, made it all clean, sent all your dirty thoughts down to your real brain.”

Tory gave another long, teasing stroke, loving the shiver that shot up David’s body as she finished that one and started the next. “Your cock is your brain after all. Thinking with it is why you came in here, isn’t it? You saw my sign and me and your little cock told you to come see me… It wanted to get a wash too.”

She massaged his cock, lathering it up with warm, soapy water just as she had his head. David was in another world, barely aware of anything but Tory’s voice and the music and the sensations on his cock. A world where all that mattered, all that made sense, were Tory’s words. His empty, hypnotized mind believed everything she said. He moaned once more, letting out a barely lucid “yeees…”

“It’s okay. Naughty boys like you need strong, sexy women like me to tell you what to do. You need hairdressers like me to tell you what you like.” Another long stroke as she brought her lips down to David’s waiting ear. “To wash away all those nasty thoughts. Just let Mistress Tory brainwash you, and clean out your filthy cock.”

David felt the pressure begin to build up, started breathing heavier as Tory continued to edge his cock until he was certain every available drop of blood was down there, keeping it erect and pulsating in her grasp. Tory grinned. He was almost there.

“You can feel it now, can’t you? All your nasty thoughts are filling up your cock, it’s such a mess in there. When Mistress Tory finishes washing your brain, all those thoughts will just spurt out, and you’ll have a nice, clean, empty brain. You want that, don’t you?”

In between heavy breaths, David managed to mutter “yes Mistress Tory.”

“Then cum for me,” she ordered, stroking his cock even harder now, ” cum out all your thoughts and brains and become a mindless, brainwashed slave for Mistress Tory!”

With one last stroke, David’s cock exploded in her hands. He let out a primal scream of pleasure as the waves cascaded over him, washing away all thoughts and cares and leaving him with only the want- no, the need- to serve Mistress Tory.

She expertly milked every drop out of his cock, draining it completely until a pool of cum lay in the palm of one of her gloved hands.

A wicked smile took over her face. She already had him, but men like David deserved a little extra humiliation, a little extra punishment for their transgressions. And why have a mindless slave if you weren’t going to play around with them a little bit?

“Open your mouth slave,” she cooed, bringing the cum filled glove up to his waiting lips. “Mistress Tory is going to put some thoughts back into your head. You just have to lick them off of my glove so they can trickle down into your empty little head.”

David stuck his tongue out and began to lap up the warm, sticky cum. Tory practically fed it to him while he lay there in the chair blissfully unaware. He didn’t know what was going on, why he’d come in here. He barely knew who he was anymore.

The only thing he knew for certain was that he was Mistress Tory’s slave, and he was happy to be it.

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I Planned my Threesome

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I own…or should I say owned… my own business. It started small and I worked hard at it, nurturing it, growing it until it far exceeded my original plan. 1 store became 2, 2 became a chain… and all I did was work. I never married, hardly dated, no children, no pets, and few friends. 40 literally snuck up on me. I was shocked to find myself crying alone in my bedroom, mourning the could-have-beens-that-never-were as I chased other dreams. The next morning, I put out feelers, found a buyer and sold the business, netting more money that I could have dreamed. I’d have to work again someday, probably…but not right away.

I spent the 1st month of my newfound freedom in deep contemplation…what did I want? What would fulfill me? I covered the gamut: start a new business, go back to school, take a vacation, get a dog… nothing felt RIGHT. I thought about sex a lot, which surprised me. While I haven’t exactly been a nun, sex was never a big motivator for me. It was nice…and that’s all. Now that I had time on my hands, I found myself day dreaming about it. I was wet constantly and my trusty vibrator wasn’t keeping up with demand. My I-Pad became filled with favorite porn sites… videos, pictures, stories, I was into them all.

My biggest obsessions centered around being in control and more than 1 partner. A month ago I would have scoffed. Today, I couldn’t get enough. Let me clarify: when I say control, I don’t mean leather and riding crop. I don’t want to be used or belittled. If something is to happen, I want it to be my design, no one else’s. And the thought of 2 men making me the center of their universe…oh yes.

The more I thought about it, the more convinced I became in making this happen. I needed to purge the demons or embark upon a new lifestyle… one of the two. So I fired up my laptop, opened a spreadsheet program, and began to plot.

Yes. A spreadsheet. It’s what I do.

When I had a strawman compiled, I called my best friend. Sue and I have known each other since high school. No matter what is going on in our lives, we’ve stayed close. I needed her with me on this. I invited her over for dinner and drinks, and, after a couple glasses of a nice white, told her my plan.

“Have you lost your ever loving mind?”

Not the show of support I was looking for.

“Sue, you know me. Have I ever jumped into anything in my entire life?” I didn’t lose my cool, just asked it flat.

“No, you haven’t! That’s why this is so shocking!”

“OK, so bear with me and listen. I am at a crossroads. For the past month I have done nothing but think about where life has taken me and where I want to go. I’M 40. All I’ve done with my life is work. Other than you and a few other stable relationships, all I have to show for all that work is a nice bank account. I want more. And the more I think about it, I want to that more to be sexual in nature. It may be a 1 time thing, it may not… but I feel like I have to explore this.”

Sue looked at me helplessly. She knew me. Knew that when my mind was made up, it was over. With a big sigh she asked, “How can I help?” So I told her.

Flash forward a month. I had spent that month researching and joining various websites with members in my area. I’d gone shopping for various toys and started to use them, (‘ol Trusty was delegated to the landfill) as well as some lingerie. I’d always kept myself fit but having extra time meant extra exercise… I was in the best shape of my life.

And now tonight. Sue and I were in a hotel room, sipping a glass of wine. We’ve lit candles for ambience. All of the boxes were x’d out on my Things-To-Do-Before list… I was ready.

A knock at the door.

“Are you sure you want to do this? she asks? I just nod and give a little smile. Sue took one last sip then went to the door. A quick glance in the peephole, a deep breath, and she opened the door. 2 men stood there. Sue invited them in.

“Gentlemen, welcome. I am Sue. I will be next door tonight in case I am needed. This is my best friend in the entire world. Please take care of her.” And she left.

I stood, and surveyed the men in my room. We had met through one of the many sites I explored. They were perhaps the most interesting men I had met. They listed themselves under the names of Fred & Barney, which at first made me roll my eyes. But their pictures and bio drew me back in:

•Both men were of an age with me.

•Fred was white, Barney was black.

•Fred was short and broad shouldered. Barney was tall and thin.

•They “worked” together were not gay and had no intention to become so.

I sent them an invite to chat, they responded. We exchanged messages and finally worked up to the first of several calls. During that initial call, I had to ask, “Why?”

Barney responded: “Fred and I grew up together. 2 oddballs who banded together in high school… better to be 2 against the world instead of 1, y’know? One of my first girlfriends was… adventurous. One night we were getting stupid in my parent’s basement; she and I were kissing on the couch while Fred watched TV…and us. She felt bad for my buddy and asked if she could go Antep Bayan Escort keep him company for a little while. She got him distracted from the TV, then after a while asked me to come over. By the end of the night we had her between us several different ways, to everyone’s satisfaction. Ever since then, we’ve always been open to the opportunities of what 2 heads can do instead of 1.”

Back to the room. I walked across it to shake hands with both. “It’s so good to meet you both in person. Can I get you a glass of wine?”

Both declined. I took one last sip and set my glass down firmly.

“As we discussed, I am looking for an adventure, one that I’m excited to be on with you both. I am, however, nervous. I have never done anything like this and I am trusting the 2 of you to make it memorable. If at any time I feel uncomfortable, I will pull the plug.” I spoke calmly, with no quaver in my voice and with good eye contact. Honest, straight forward… and a million butterflies in my stomach. God I want this to happen and for it to be everything I’ve built it up in my mind to be.

Usually when we spoke on the phone & video chat, Barney takes the lead. This time, however, Fred spoke up. He looked me in the eye. He has a quiet way about him that made him taking the lead even more striking.

“You are taking a leap of faith here. We both understand that. We hope you understand that we are here to catch you.”

3 sentences. And exactly the right thing to say to me at that point in time.

I nodded. “Then let us begin,” I said, and began to reach for the buttons on my blouse.

Barney held up his hands. “Whoa there…slow down. We have all night so let’s use that time. ” He moved behind me, placing his hands on my shoulders. “Close your eyes and just breathe for a while.” His hands, his warm, strong hands began to knead my shoulders. Not really pressing into them or trying to work knots out, just a nice, gentle massage. I did as he asked and closed my eyes, leaning into him.

I gave a small jump when Fred took my right hand in his and turned it palm up. With gentle pressure, his thumb began to rub my palm, pressing into the pad of muscle by my thumb. I never knew how relaxing it could be, or how tense I actually had been until muscles started to loosen up.

Barney kept working on my shoulders while Fred moved from 1 hand to the next, then up one arm and up the other. When he finally reached my collar, I felt hands begin to undo the button one by one, top to bottom. I opened my eyes to watch him… never touching my skin, only incidental contact on my breasts. I was beginning to sense how lucky I had been to find this duo.

My shirt slid from my shoulders onto the ground. Fred’s hands now caress my face, neck, and shoulders, feather light. Barney moves down my back until he reaches my bra strap. It’s a sexy little number, worn for the first time tonight. It joins my shirt without a word or a regret. I am exposed to 2 men for the first time in my life and I love it.

“We’re going to undress you the rest of the way now. Are you OK?”

“Oh, I’m more than OK… so much more than OK.”

Fred’s hands find the clasp on my pants and he pulls them slowly down my thighs. When they reach my feet, he helps me step out of them, and then he places them on a nearby chair. He stands while Barney kneels.

It’s hard to describe how it feels when 2 different hands and men are doing 2 different things at the same time. But I’ll try.

Fred was shorter than me. Not much, but noticeable. When he stood, he leaned in, brushing his lips along my jaw line. At the same time, his hands rested on my shoulders, rubbing them in a circular motion. He’s close enough that the fabric of his shirt brushes against my hard nipples, sending a tingle through me. I reach up and begin to unbutton his shirt.

Barney knelt behind me, hands on my hips. He kissed the base of my spine but differently than Fred…firmer, a hint of tongue. His hands slid down around, not touching my pussy or inner thigh, to caress my thighs. I can feel his chest press into my ass when he does this. His hands continue their journey down, around, then up to my ass. He cups it, kneads it, presses into it as he continues to kiss my back just above my panties.

Fred’s shirt is unbuttoned, and I spread it wide. He allows it to fall from his shoulders. Fred has a man’s body with man’s weight… not ripped like the magazine boy toys, but round and solid, a comforting weight to lean against or to hold. He’s hairy too, a veritable pelt my fingers delight in combing through. I let myself play with it as he leans down and, for the first time, pays attention to my breasts. Just like every other thing he’s done, he goes slow, he’s gentle. A gentle tug with his lips, first 1 nipple, then the other. A swipe of tongue on one, then the other. Both hands come up to cup them gently, squeezing and massaging. Such a gentleman.

Barney continued to massage my ass, thumbs digging into my cheeks, spreading them, pressing them. I adjust my stance a little, widening the gap between my legs so he can reach my inner thighs. He takes the hint and, reaching around, slides both hands along my inner thigh just below my pussy. He doesn’t touch it, just digs fingers in and drags them around until his thumbs take over and slide the rest of the way back to my inner thigh from behind, right below my ass. It’s just an amazing feeling.

I put my hands around Fred’s head, pulling him more firmly into my breasts. I want more now than just gentle. He responds by putting his whole hand on my breasts and caressing them firmly while toying with the nipples that poke out between his broad fingers. Ahh yes. The butterflies in my stomach are spreading in a very, very good way.

Barney’s hands slide up to the waist of my panties, and slide in. He pulls them gently, firmly down. I am now naked between 2 mostly dressed men and completely the center of this small universe. Oh YES.

They throw a change up at me. Barney stands, sliding his body against me, shirt rough against my back. Fred, sensing this, goes down. When Barney is standing completely, I hear/feel him taking his shirt off. His arms wrap around me, pulling me against his now bare chest. Hands find my breasts… hands bigger than Fred’s, with long, graceful fingers. They caress and toy with me. He lowers his head and takes my earlobe between his lips and teeth.

Fred has taken over kneading my thighs while kissing my belly. He kisses and tongues his way down to my hips, then down my thighs. I so desperately want to feel his mouth on my pussy. I push my hips out, a little moan of need escaping my throat. He obliges, moving quickly between my thighs. His nose brushes my clit, sending a jolt through me, another moan, as his tongue slides between the lips of my pussy. I’m so worked up by this point… when his hands grab my ass and pull me onto his face, I explode, a knee-weakening orgasm that has me jittering where I stand. If Barney hadn’t been holding me, I might have fallen. Fred continues his assault, all the slow-and-gentle a thing of the past. He DEVOURS me.

I move my head to the side, questing for Barney’s mouth. We kiss hard, tongues twining together as I ride through my orgasm. His hands are rougher on my breasts, hurting just a little but it adds to the sensory overload I’m in and I’m loving it.

Eventually, we subside. Fred begins to kiss and tongue my inner thigh while he runs his hands soothingly up and down my legs. Barney and I kiss more slowly, more tenderly, and his hands begin a long, sensual caress from my belly to my neck and all places in between. I can stand on my own without support again.

My turn to take the lead. I motion for Fred to stand, and step away from them both. Finding a chair, I sit and beckon them both to stand in front of me. With quick hands I undo Barney’s pants first, jerking them down over his hips and down over his legs. Without pause, I repeat the process on Fred. They step out of their pants and kick them out of the way. We are all now nude and I can take my time to examine them. First impressions:

Fred – his penis, unlike his body, is long and lean with heavy veins and a big mushroom head on it. He’s mostly hard, part of him resting on a large ball sack. He’s just as hairy here as everywhere else on his body, but it looks like he’s trimmed the bush down some.

Barney – jet black, not circumcised, and much thicker than Fred. He’s naturally not a hairy man and has trimmed or shaved most of the hair from his pubic area and balls. He’s very hard, cock pulsing as it stands there.

I lick my lips at the sight of the 2 of them. 2 cocks, both different, but both for me. I grab Fred in my left hand, Barney in my right, and begin to stroke them.

“Thank you both… that was INCREDIBLE. I’ve never felt so much at once before.” I say, sliding my hands in unison up and down their shafts. “Now, it’s my turn.”

I’ve yet to see a girl who can successfully take 2 cocks in her mouth without looking ridiculous while doing so. So I don’t even try. First Barney, a long, full tongue lick from the base of his cock to the tip, then over and down on him, all the way to my hand that still strokes him. Up and off, then repeat the process with Fred. They both taste different, smell different, feel different… it’s so intoxicating.

Now that both of them have a coating of saliva, I’m able to run my hands up and over, rolling their heads around in my hands before twisting them down again. This time I dive onto Fred’s penis, driving him deep in my mouth, pressing my tongue hard on his shaft as I do so. I pull off, lift him up, and tongue his ball sack before sucking one of his balls into my mouth, rolling it around then releasing. I slide my tongue up again, then move to Barney. I start at his balls, trying to get both my mouth while tonguing them. I let them slide out, then slide my tongue up and take him deep again, jerking the base with my hand as I hold him deep, tonguing him and sucking hard.

I finally slide off of him, looking up to gauge the looks in their eyes. They’re older men, with an older man’s stamina, but I can tell they could be there with the right pressure.

“I want you to cum, boys.” I tell them, then bobbing my head down on 1 cock, then the other. “I want to feel you hot all over my tits.” Another head bob followed by a hand up and focusing on the heads of their cocks. “Give me your cum.” Cocks are noticeably harder now. “Give it to me… I want it!” I’m jerking them hard now, and, bringing them together, tonguing their heads.

That’s all it takes. I can literally feel each cock give a lurch, then cum is flying. The first shot from Barney takes me in the mouth. I give a quick swallow and push their cocks down, jerking them frantically, wanting to feel hot cum all over my tits. Spray after spray hits me, each one like a liquid poker on my skin. My hand are coated, my chest is coated, and I love it.

I think I would have continued to jerk them for the next hour if Barney hadn’t put his hand on mine to stop me. “Too sensitive,” he murmured with a smile. Fred nods, so I let them go after 1 last slide up to capture the remnants of cum on them. I lean back in the chair and caress my own breasts, feeling the cum slide between my fingers, slick, warm, oily, sticky between them. Fred and Barney just watch me, taking in my wanton display with smiles.

I play with myself for a minute or 2, the boys silently watching me. Then, with a sigh, I stand. “Let me go freshen up a little,” I say, and head to the bathroom. This suite has a large walk in shower, which I turn on and let the water heat. Fred and Barney follow me in, grabbing face clothes from the supply. I step into the shower, and they follow. I had planned on a quick rinse while they waited, but it appears they have other plans.

Their plans were better. Being in the middle of 2 men with hot, soapy bodies while they clean their cum off you is something I highly recommend to any lady out there. My breasts were spotless in no time. Then Barney dropped his face cloth and, sliding a hand down my front, cupped my pussy, sliding 1 long finger into me. It was the first time I’d been penetrated tonight and it felt so, so good. He began to finger fuck me gently while Fred ran his face cloth up and down my back, ass, and legs. The combination of hot water, rough cloth, and slippery finger had me at the edge of orgasm very quickly. And when he shifted his hand to hit my clit, it was over. I came hard, again having to be held up as it pulsed through me.

When I had come down off my high, we exited the shower. I had the pleasure of being dried by both of them, then getting to repeat the process on them both. All of this play had started to restore their cocks… not hard, but definitely not soft.

We moved back to the main room. “Well gents, you’ve been on a roll tonight. What should we try next? I ask with a saucy smile. I’m riding an emotional high like never before, flying on pure adrenaline and endorphins.

Barney leads me to the bed. He climbs up on it, his back to the headboard. “Why don’t you help me get ready again?” he suggests. I eagerly climb on the bed after him, kneeling between his legs with my ass up in the air. This time I put both of my hands on his muscular thighs, kneading them as I slide my mouth over his cock. Because he’s partially soft, I’m able to get more of him in my mouth, sliding him around with my tongue and pinching him between my lips. I can already feel him hardening for me.

With my ass up, Fred immediately begins to play with my pussy. Big hands, spreading me, sliding in and around me… it feels so amazing while I have a cock in my mouth. He also plays with my ass, at first just touching it but then pressing in more. I don’t mind at all… one of my purchases has been a series of plugs which I have been playing with and enjoying thoroughly. He senses this and before long he’s got a finger embedded in my pussy and one in my ass. So full…

Barney is now fully hard. He looks over my ass at Fred and nods at him. Fred slowly pulls out of me and gets off the bed. Barney moves down so he’s lying flat. Fred returns with a couple of condoms. Barney rolls one onto himself, then pulls me on top of him. I straddle him, take hold of his cock, and holding it upright, slide down onto it. Ahh… that first feeling of a hard cock sliding into me is nirvana. The filling, stretching fullness of it all.

Barney pulls me down, kissing me hard, making me lay flat against his chest. We begin to fuck slowly as our kiss deepens. I feel Fred again, caressing my ass, then zeroing in on my asshole. His fingers are slippery with some sort of lube. I see their plan now and I am so ready!

The bed shifts under us as Fred gets positioned. He holds my hips, stopping me from moving on Barney. Something much larger than a finger nudges against my ass. I take a breath and let it out as he pushes. Thanks to my playing earlier, there is no pain…just pressure followed by the most amazing fullness I’ve ever experienced. Even more than the cock sliding into my pussy, this one in my ass WITH the one in my pussy makes my belly feel so full. They give me a moment to get used to it, then begin to move. The logistics of moving 2 cocks in 1 body are impressive, and they handled them like pros. Not quite completely in sync with each other, but enough that I got the feeling of in…in then out…out, slight pauses in between. Indescribable. Almost too much feeling to bring me to orgasm, if that makes sense.

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Footfucking Fun Ch. 04

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Chapter 4. Eva’s Immoral Sole

As she made up the bed, Eva remembered all the dirty little things she had done above and below its covers the previous evening. She had been caught masturbating in the room by its occupant, a 30-something businessman who was staying at the hotel overnight.

Eva had caught a glimpse of a porno mag on the chair under a pile of the gentleman’s clothes and could not resist leafing through the glossy, graphic images of couples and threesomes fucking and sucking. She loved porno, especially the hardcore, explicit stuff of this calibre.

Eva quickly noticed that the emphasis, in most of the photosets, seemed to be on the feet of the woman. Sometimes she would be barefoot, sometimes in pantyhose or long, black or white stockings. This turned her on immensely. She smiled as she admired a picture of one girl clasping her bare soles together as if they were labia, and the guy using the space between her feet to jack himself off. She licked her lips as she studied the webs of cum between the girl’s toes and on her wrinkled soles. Eva longed to feel a gorgeous, hard cock on her toes and between her bare soles. She had never experienced this with any of her lovers so far. She fantasised about the occasion time and time again; she herself revelling in the thrill of his climax, his grip tightening on the curves of her smooth ankles, his hot semen splashing between her cute toes and onto her bare legs.

Playing the scenario in her head once more, she started to touch herself through the warm dampness of her lace underwear while she sat on the bed. With no one around, the temptation to make herself cum was too much. She reclined on the bed and turned the page.

Eva now gazed at an image of some extremely hot blonde slut getting her pussy pounded from underneath while she greedily sucked another guy’s large, glistening cock The guy under her had both his hands on her large, natural tits. The blowjob guy had the woman’s red-painted toes in his mouth and he was sucking for all he was worth, his eyes fixed on her wonderfully stretched cunt, savouring her contorted nudity while she deepthroated him.

Eva slipped her panties down her smooth legs and off her bare feet and began fingerfucking herself as she fantasised about being the girl in the picture. She imagined the flavour of the guy’s cock in her mouth – salty and musky – as she slipped two fingers into her horny pussy. She wondered what would make him cum the hardest – the sensation of her hot mouth sucking every drop of sperm from his balls or the taste of her gorgeous toes on his tastebuds.

Suddenly, the door to the room opened and in walked the gentleman to whom the magazine belonged.

“Can I…. help you?” the man had said, dropping his briefcase involuntarily. The look on his face was priceless, Eva thought – not one of anger or disgust, merely surprise. He was also, quite obviously, aroused by the sight of the half-naked, masturbating brunette maid.

“Oh…” said Eva, embarrassed at being caught. She quickly crossed her legs and grinned somewhat sheepishly. “I’m so sorry, sir. I just found your magazine while I was tidying your room and was enjoying looking at it.”

“No, no..” replied the gentleman, closing the door behind him, “It’s fine. No problem at all! I’m glad you approve of my choice of bedtime reading material.”

Eva laughed, still sitting on the bed with no underwear; most of the buttons on her dress undone, much to the delight of the man.

His eyes clung to the sight of her long, firm legs, strong, smooth thighs and that tight, wet little strip of dark hair that he could just discern. He reckoned she must be 20, maybe 21 years old, and obviously a horny little bitch to get caught wanking herself off in a complete stranger’s room. He was so right.

Eva’s lust for flesh was insatiable. She went around the rooms of the hotel in that tight little uniform of hers, bare feet and legs, sometimes panties, sometimes not, parading herself to anyone and everyone. Sometimes her young mouth would be put to good use by frustrated businesswomen who made her eat pussy until they were satisfied. Some paid, some didn’t have to. Occasionally, she accidentally on purpose walked in on attractive male guests showering, and offered her services as a fuck toy for the evening. And now here she sat, fingering herself on a guest’s bed while the guest himself was in the room.

He was a fit, attractive man, Eva was pleased to note. He kept himself in shape and, from the sizeable bulge in his pants, she thought, looked like he was capable of satisfying the most insatiable of women.

“Have you found a favourite photo yet?” he said, moving towards Eva and sitting down on the bed beside her. His direct approach turned her on.

Eva smiled at him. “I like this one,” she said, and pointed to a shot of a couple on a bed.

The man in the photo lay flat Antep Bayan Escort on his back while the girl was sucking his dick through his boxer shorts. Her bare foot was in the guy’s mouth and he was sucking those beautiful painted toes of hers, his tongue parting each slender, delicate toe.

“Hmmm..” the gentleman sighed. Eva noticed the bulge of his erection once more and saw it pulse forward even further while they looked at the picture together.

“So you’re a foot man then, are you?” Eva asked him, smiling.

The man smiled and looked at her.

“Why, yes,” he replied, looking back to the magazine. “A woman’s feet are her foundation, her base if you like. If she keeps them clean and beautiful, then that shows me that she truly is a sensual, sexual creature.”

His voice had wisdom and maturity and Eva noticed herself becoming more and more aroused by the man.

“Well, I like feet too,” Eva replied. “But no-one has ever paid close attention to mine, at least not like this,” she continued, pointing at the picture.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the man replied, genuinely moved at what Eva had just said. “May I?” he asked, pointing to her bare feet, which were crossed, ankle on ankle at the bottom of the bed.

“May you what?” she asked, a coy smile on her lips.

“Pay close attention to them,” he continued. “It would be a shame not to.”

“Yes,” Eva replied, “It would.” She adjusted her posture so that both her feet were now upon the bed. She wiggled her toes for him as his eyes became fixed on each succulent bare foot.

The man knelt by her feet on the bed and tenderly brushed her ankles with his fingers. He sighed, delighting in the sensation of her warm, young flesh.

“So very smooth and clean,” he remarked. “Not a trace of any blemish or bruise to mar their perfection.”

Eva instantly loved listening to this man’s commentary about her feet. She placed both her soft heels in his lap so he could continue his adoration of them. Her toes brushed against his erect cock, still confined within his pants, which made him gasp a little. This also sent a spark of excitement shooting from her tight little asshole to her throbbing clit.

Eva sat forward, the gentleman’s hands now slowly massaging her feet in his lap. She unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off his torso. They smiled at each other and kissed, his tongue slipping past her lips as they met. She unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, their mouths together, her bare feet in his strong hands. Eva reclined on the bed once more and began removing what was left of her clothing.

“Take them off, “she demanded, nodding to his pants. “Show it to me.”

“Mmm, you want to see it?” the gentleman replied, slowly slipping his pants down his hairy, muscular thighs. Eva nodded, biting her lower lip in anticipation.

He kicked his trousers off his bare legs and removed his socks, tossing them aside. Eva could hardly take her eyes off his cock as he knelt back onto the bed and placed her bare feet on his smooth chest. She pinched each of his nipples with her fine toes as she studied his penis. It must have been eight inches minimum. It had a shiny, fat head, which already glistened with his sweet, clear pre-cum. He was uncut, but the sheer strength and size of his erect penis had caused his foreskin to roll back down his thick, veiny shaft, exposing his glans.

“Mmm,” Eva purred, “I bet that beautiful big cock of yours just loves to make a mess on all the pretty girls and their feet!”

The man grinned and nodded. He held Eva’s bare feet in his firm but gentle grip, clasping them to his naked chest. Slowly, still making eye contact with her, he brought her right foot up to his mouth and began to kiss each of her toes. The sensation was fabulous! Eva teased her aroused clit as she felt his lips scan her delicious toes. The combination of his dominant grip on her vulnerable sole and the grace and reverence of his warm, tender lips was overwhelming.

“They are so clean and sweet,” the man said, now burying his face in the silken sole of Eva’s left foot. “If you were mine, I would worship them all day and night.”

“Really?” Eva replied, “If you were mine, I would let you.”

Their eyes met as he brought both her bare feet to his mouth and ran his tongue from the pinkie toe on her right foot to the one on her left. Eva likened this to some form of sexual torture without the pain; an extreme sensation which made her hotter and wetter than she had ever been in her life. The gentleman pressed both her wrinkled, pink soles to his face and inhaled deeply, drawing in the girl’s wonderfully feminine scent. There was no mistaking, Eva thought, that this man was a foot connoisseur and, as such, he was treating her toes as if they were the finest of wines; savouring their sweet scent, holding their perfect flavour on the tip of his tongue.

“God, they smell so good!” he remarked, inhaling each tiny section of her perfect bare soles from her toes to her pink heels. Eva felt his tongue on her right ankle, tracing a glistening line of true appreciation down to her exposed instep and up to her big toe, which he began to suck in and out of his mouth, a perfect technique, Eva thought, of foot fellatio.

She was already close to orgasm. Her clit throbbed and pulsed with every suck, caress and lick of the gentleman’s mouth. It were as if he was eating her pussy, not sucking on her toes. She wondered if, in the excitement of her fantasy becoming reality, anything was now possible, and her toes had now become ten clitoral timebombs, all primed, armed and ready to detonate spectacularly.

“I have an idea,” she began, pulling her feet from the man’s hands and kneeling up on the bed to face him. She wrapped her right hand around his stiff cock and slowly stroked him from his balls to his sticky little slit.

“Mmmmm!” he sighed, “Great idea!”

“Lie back,” Eva whispered, guiding him back onto the bed where she had just lain. As he repositioned himself, she still kept that perfect dick of his in her hand, slowly caressing him with her thumb and fingers. Her beautifully aroused cunt glistened with her juices and, as she slowly caressed the gentleman’s bulbous cockhead, he coolly reached over between her smooth thighs and began teasing her gorgeous little clitty. He watched, smiling, as her eyes closed and her bottom lip was drawn once more into her mouth. Her hips bucked slightly as he slowly slid his index finger past her slippery pussy lips.

“Yeah..” he sighed. “Feels so nice in there.”

The man knew all the right buttons to press, Eva thought to herself, and when to press them.

Sighing, she slowly brought her left foot up so that it was level with the man’s shoulder. He was lying slightly on his side, his head resting on the fine wooden headboard of the bed.

“I want to try something I saw in your magazine,” Eva said, gently squeezing his hard cock while he slowly fingerfucked her. She brought her foot up higher so that it too now rested on the headboard, the sudden cool of the wood on her bare sole making her gasp inwardly.

“You can try anything on me, miss,” the gentleman teased, his hips now also moving with the rhythm of her hand on his fat dick.

She smiled at him once more.

“I want you to suck my toes,” Eva began, and placed her lovely bare foot on his throat.

“So far, so good,” he replied, feeling her sweet toes upon his chin.

“And while you’re sucking,” Eva continued, I want to rub that delicious cock of yours with my other foot.”

The gentleman laughed excitedly.

“I knew it was a good idea to let you try something,” he said, smiling.

“But,” Eva continued, “I want you to fuck me with one foot while I get to suck on your toes too.”

The man almost creamed his load right then and there. This all sounded so exquisitely filthy – a foot fetishist’s wet fucking dream – that he began to wonder whether or not this whole encounter was just that – a dream.

Eva had already began to stroke the man’s toes, which he obviously took great pride in. She saw hardly any hair, clean, trimmed nails and no hard skin of any sort. She imagined him going barefoot as much as possible, openly flaunting his attractive ankles, toes and soles. Perhaps he liked to suck on his own toes while he jerked off, she thought to herself, maybe even squirting his spunk on his wrinkled soles, coating one or both of his smooth heels in jizz as he held them to his spasming, hard cock. The idea thrilled her completely.

She offered her eager toes to his mouth and he opened wide for her, never breaking eye contact. She reclined a little as he did likewise, his strong toes gently brushing her cheek. She flicked her tongue onto his big toe and he smiled at her, his mouth full of her bare foot. He tasted good, Eva was somewhat surprised to discover – salty and musky. Her mind zipped back to the image in the magazine; the flavour of the pornstar’s cock in the slut’s mouth. She wondered if by sucking on his toes alone she could make him spurt.

The man pushed his eager tongue between each of Eva’s sexy little toes, also delighting in the flavour. He imagined it was not his toes in her mouth, but his hard cock. This sexy little maid, he thought to himself, had the mouth of a professional slut on her. He imagined shooting his sticky, hot sperm onto her beautiful feet straight after he had fucked that delicious mouth, that mouth which was now wrapped around his bare foot.

Eva extended her right leg and let her foot hover in mid-air right above the gentleman’s erection. Even though his tongue was indisposed, his eyes screamed: “Do it! Do it!” at her. Slowly, she lowered her bare foot so that a hair’s breadth remained between her toes and the bubble of natural lubrication in the slit of his cock. She felt the tip of her big toe moisten as she nudged against the pre-cum, smearing it onto the veiny shaft beneath. Had her mouth not been filled with his toes, she would have loved to lick it off. She lowered her toes so that, from big toe to pinkie toe, they caressed the underside of his beautiful dick, her soft heel nuzzling aesthetically against his balls. He sighed gently as, finally, her toes made contact with his genitals.

Easily fitting all five of her succulent pink toes into his mouth, the gentleman then extended his remaining foot slightly so that his toes probed that glorious little hot hole of hers. He teased her pussy with his toes, wiggling and flexing them on her erect little button, discovering the sweet opening of her lips and inserting one, two then three toes into her cunt, making her sigh deeply. He felt that sigh too. It travelled from her throat to his toes, up his leg and straight to his cock.

Eva rejoiced inwardly at the beautifully perverted amalgamation of their two bodies. Her senses were being recalibrated, stretched and reconfigured. The sheer bliss of having her toes devoured so hungrily, spliced together with the flavour of his masculine toes, multiplied with the joyous feeling in her vagina and augmented by the warmth of his cock on her bare sole made her feel born again. She imagined watching herself from across the room, masturbating of course. Pure sex, she imagined saying to herself. ‘This is pure sex!’

The gentleman moved his leg more firmly now, fucking her with his toes. She gasped, her saliva bubbling down either side of his tanned, toned foot. She responded by spreading her toes and firmly grasping his large prick between her big and second toe. His early semen now glistened in her toe cleavage, and she tightly jerked that cock back and forth, back and forth, stimulating his penis in a tight grip. He moaned, and this time Eva felt him moan. It was like having a vibrator pushed up against her bare toes, the sensation being transmitted directly to her pussy. She was making him cum, and she also could feel her climax beginning to reverberate from deep within her body.

The gentleman watched his cock as he started to climax, still cramming most of Eva’s sexy young foot into his mouth. He gasped audibly as his sperm arced up into the air. Eva held his dick upright between her toes, slowly milking each last drop his balls had to offer. It landed back on top of her foot, some remaining there resplendent upon her skin, some trickling down to land on his hairy thighs or the bed. Eva delighted in the feeling of his hot spunk on her skin. She removed her left foot from his mouth and reunited it with her right, both feet now coaxing beads of sticky spunk from his cock. His toes in her pussy made her cum, and her hips bucked as she did so, grinding her clit down onto his slippery, wet toes with gasps, howls and moans of delight.

They lay, sweating and panting, on the bed, head to foot. The stained covers beneath their naked bodies were crumpled and in need of attention. The man watched as Eva brought her right foot, speckled with his semen, up to her mouth and sucked her own toes clean.

“Fuck,” the man exclaimed, sweat upon his brow. “You fucking foot pervert!”

They burst out with laughter together. Eva licked a long rivulet of sperm from the top of her foot and kissed the man, passing the flavour of his own seed into his mouth. He sighed, obviously thrilled at the filthy little tricks this girl knew. She playfully tweaked his nipple while her tongue probed his mouth, her own tits glistening with sweat and saliva.

“I need to get back to work,” Eva said, breaking their spermy kiss.

“I’m sorry to hear that,” the gentleman replied, his bare feet enveloping hers upon the bed, their sex juices still glistening upon their skin.

“Will you come back and visit me sometime?” she asked him.

“I think that can be arranged,” he replied with a smile.

The couple showered together and Eva dressed and left the hotel room. The man insisted on kissing each of her toes one last time. They had tasted so beautiful too, being fresh out the shower. He felt his cock harden, but knew the girl had to get back to her duties, so resisted temptation.

“Oh, by the way,” Eva said, as she left the room. “What’s your name?”

The man smiled at her.

“Kevin.”

She grinned back at him.

“I’m Eva. See you round, Kevin.”

She closed the door behind her and, in her bare feet, pushed her maid’s cart further on down the hall. Before she was more than two metres away from the room, she heard the door open again.

“Oh, one more thing,” Kevin said from the doorway.

“What might that be, Kevin?” Eva asked over her shoulder.

“I might need some fresh towels later,” he continued. “Say, maybe around 9pm?”

She lifted her foot off the floor and flashed her wrinkled sole at him.

“I’ll bring the towels,” she replied, “if you bring the porno!”

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Ann: A Love Story Ch. 73

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Looking at my watch, I groaned as I saw it was still five minutes to 7. “Did this damn thing stop!” I said to myself as I stared at the big pile of applications that were to my right on the desk I was sitting at.

Deciding that I’d at least get a jump on things, I grabbed some of the papers on the pile and started tapping them on the desktop, straightening them so I could get them into the big box I had next to me on the floor. There had to be close to 150 of them, which was by far my biggest day out of the week and a half that I’d been doing interviews. Placing them neatly in the box, I looked at my watch again.

“Fuck…still five minutes to go. I’m going to be the last one there.”

I was in the local Vocational Education Center just west of town, where I had been every day since the previous Wednesday. I felt isolated, what with there being only one other company employee working with me. And that was Angela, the new company receptionist who was hired on just a week before I was.

~*~*~*~*~*~

Angela wasn’t at the front desk when I’d shown up for my first day of work. She was busy working in the HR department, organizing things for my first assignment. I’d been hired with the knowledge that I was going to be in charge of hiring the hourly production staff for my department. And I found out later that Angela was being temporarily assigned to me, as my assistant.

I’d spent my morning of my first day on the job filling out my employment paperwork with Steve White, the Director of Human Resources of the plant. There seemed to be dozens of different documents I had complete, but I dutifully gave them all my pertinent information, including my social security number an insane number of times. That was followed by a lengthy orientation process on company policies and procedures.

When I finished the boring part of my workday, Steve introduced me to Angela, and told me we’d be working together, at least to start. When I shook her hand, I smiled…like I thought that Bond would, and she reacting with a little schoolgirl giggle and a blush.

“Mission accomplished,” I said to myself as I stared at her hazel eyes, happy that I’d gotten her to react like she had.

Angela was a petite little thing, about 5’2″, and she had long auburn hair, the reddish tones coming out against her light tan. She was cute, and bubbly, with a wide, megawatt smile. And, she had a very nice body, with firm 34-inch B cup tits, and a nice hard little ass. Angela was young, in her early 20’s, and it seemed she was trying to make up for that by dressing conservatively. My guess was that this was her first real job, and she wanted to make a great first impression. Looking professional was a big part of that. And who was I to argue…what with me wearing a jacket and tie.

But I knew Angela was young, and as cliché as it sounded, impressionable. I’d innocently flirted with her…but I had no intention of going any further. And that had nothing to do with the fact that I’d just endured a 30 minute session on sexual harassment as part of my orientation, and that she was going to be working for me short term. It had more to do with the fact that I had a lot of work to do…work that was critical to the success of my department and the plant, and my career. I’d do the company far more good by working with Angela, and teaching her in the process.

So I politely told Angela I was looking forward to working with her, and she said the same. Following Steve out of his makeshift offices, he took me to see my boss, Jeff Engels.

My afternoon was going to be spent in a 4 hour meeting with Jeff, going over my job responsibilities, particularly what I’d be doing the first few weeks on the job. But before that happened, Jeff drove me out to the plant for a quick tour, where he introduced me to my peers. He didn’t know I’d already been there, and I deliberately didn’t let on. Anything that I’d learned through my tutorial with Ivan, and from Carol, was something I’d intended to keep to myself.

Jeff gave me the cursory tour of the front office area first, and then we headed out to the production floor. I asked some questions along the way, trying to act like I was in the dark about some things. But, I also made comments to a few of things Jeff said; things I shouldn’t have known, making them seem like they were educated guesses. And by doing that, I impressed Jeff several times with my ‘intuition’ about the production process.

In truth, several of the comments I made were just that…intuitive observations that I made along the way. I was still thinking like Bond, and for whatever reason, that made me more aware of my surroundings. So much so that I was tuned in to the concepts of manufacturing that Jeff was explaining along the way…even ones I didn’t know about yet. And the more it happened, the more confident I was getting with each passing moment. By the look in Jeff’s eyes, I could tell his confidence in me was growing too.

He took me out to one of the production Antep Escort Bayan lines. In fact, it was the same line that Ivan had been working on when he, well, trained me. And it was there that I met Conrad, who was busy setting up part of the machine for a test run.

Conrad was a big guy, about 6’3″ and a little over 200 pounds…with a dark goatee and a toothpick sticking out of his mouth. He was in his middle thirties, and he seemed trying awfully hard to portray himself as a biker…the kind of biker that gave real bikers a bad name by being so stereotypical it was comical.

Most of the guys that I knew that rode Harley’s let their bike do the talking for them. You just knew it was part of who they were by the way they carried themselves. Sure, they wore some leather, and the occasional black Harley T-shirt. But it wasn’t what they wore that made them a biker. It was what was ingrained in their souls; like the bike was an actual part them, and that was what made them cool. A real bike isn’t a biker because they ride a Harley. They ride their Harley, because it’s a part of them.

But Conrad…he went out of his way to act the part, which made the whole thing seem phony. He was dressed in a dark green jumpsuit, with the sleeves cut off for effect. His long dark hair was slicked back, looking almost greasy….and it was held in place by a Harley bandana he’d made into a headband. In fact, he had lots of Harley paraphernalia; from Jewelry to the boots he was wearing…and the more he had on, the more I knew he wasn’t really what he was pretending to be. Conrad was what my biker friends jokingly referred to as…a ‘weekender’.

When Jeff and I approached, Conrad stopped what he was doing long enough to look me up and down. I could see him laughing on the inside as he saw me there standing in my suit, a hard hat on my head and safety glasses over my eyes because we were in a zone of the plant where they were currently required because of the installation. That Conrad wasn’t wearing either didn’t surprise me…it went with the ‘rebel’ persona he was trying so desperately to sell.

“Conrad, this is Neil. He’s…”

“The new guy. Yeah…I get it Jeff,” he said in a gruff voice, never taking the time to look at me. “Hope you’re comfortable in that suit. You must be planning on sitting on your ass a lot dressed like that. Maybe Jeff didn’t tell you, but this is a working man’s job.”

It was a classic intimidation tactic. He was trying to put me in my place in front of our boss. It was obvious that he didn’t think I had the chops to cut it on the job, and this was his way of trying to get the upper hand in front of Jeff. It helped that Carol had clued me in ahead of time, because it eliminated the shock factor. But frankly, I saw Conrad and his attitude from clear across the plant. And I’d dealt with his kind my entire working career.

Sticking out my hand, I ignored his attempt to control the situation, and said, “Nice to meet you, Conrad. I’m looking forward to working with you.”

Conrad looked over his shoulder and sneered. “Work…what would you know about work? I’d love to shake your hand pal, but mine are dirty. I work for a living.”

“I’ll take that chance,” I said, my eyes narrowing, showing him I wasn’t letting him off that easy.

He glanced at Jeff, who had a little smirk on his face. Jeff gave him a nod, in essence telling him to play nice. Conrad reluctantly pulled his right hand out from inside the machine and slapped into mine, trying to give me a death squeeze. But I knew that would be his next tactic, and I beat him to it, gripping his hand tightly before he had a chance to do the same. I squeezed hard, pulling his arm a little to make him off balance. The move forced him to stand upright so he wouldn’t fall over, pulling his other arm out of the machine as well.

“Huh,” I said as he tried to fight back the grimace that was starting to appear on his face.

“Huh…WHAT!” he replied loudly, going for volume to try and make me…well, I guess he was going for afraid, but I just smiled.

“Did you change your clothes at lunch?” I asked, letting go of his hand.

Conrad started to massage his palm, and then he caught himself and his arms flinched back. Jeff let a little snicker, and Conrad eyes went wide. I had him backpedaling, and he said, “What are you talking about…I’ve worn this all day…why?”

I could see the anger starting to boil, but I knew he wasn’t going to do anything. He was all image…and I knew at that moment that he had nothing to back it up. Sure, Conrad was big. But I wasn’t exactly small, and he knew that I was staring at him face to face.

I looked him up and down and said, “Because…you’re making it out like you’re working real hard, but I don’t see anything on your little outfit. For a gear head, you seem to be pretty clean.” Knowing that he hadn’t transferred any grease or oil from the machine when we shook hands, I held it up in front of his face without even looking at it. I smiled again and said, “See…nothing. It looks to me like you’re working really hard at not working.”

“Hey…what gives you the right to come in here and talk to me like that!”

“Well, for one, I’m a Supervisor, just like you. I’m not going to pretend that I can operate the equipment like you can. But the truth is…I don’t have to. My job is to make sure that my crew gets production off the equipment, which I’m really, really good at.”

“What the hell does that mean?”

“That means I can tell the difference between an operator that’s busting his ass to get the job done, and one that’s working hard at not working.”

Conrad stood there, his mouth open, not knowing what to say. Jeff looked at him and busted out laughing. Slapping me on the shoulder, he said, “Well, that…was funny.”

“Want to hear something else funny?” I said as I grinned at Jeff.

“Sure…what is it?”

“Well, I’m not sure if you’re aware of it, but in our industry, the percentage of OSHA visits to new facilities is 25 percent higher than the national average. There’s better than a 40 percent chance that we’re going to get a visit between now and the plant start up. That’s unless, of course, you’ve already gotten one.”

“Are you serious?” Jeff said, his jaw dropping open a little.

“Absolutely. OSHA loves to come into plants that are installing equipment, because they can assess the riggers and installers for violations at the same time their looking at the company itself. It’s kind of the two or three birds with one stone theory. They get a bigger bang for their visit. And Junior here is going to cost the company at least five digits in fines, because he’s not an hourly employee…he’s a supervisor.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Conrad said in a defiant huff.

“It means…that you’re held to a higher standard, because you’re supposed to be setting an example and teaching safe practices to the workforce. And it means that if this company was smart, they’d make sure that if they’re going to employ someone that’s so blatantly arrogant about flaunting his lack of respect for company safety rules…that fine will come out of his salary.”

Jeff stared at me for just a moment, and then he looked at Conrad. Jeff then looked at the safety helmet that was on top of the machine…the one with the Harley-Davidson sticker on it, which meant that it obviously belonged to Conrad. He picked up the helmet, along with the safety glasses that were next to it, and handed them to Conrad.

“I suppose you think this means something,” Conrad said as he put on the helmet, giving me a nasty stare in the process. It was one of the dumbest comebacks I’d ever heard, which meant that either he was scared to say what he wanted, or he really wasn’t cleaver enough to come up with something better.

“I’m not sure what you’re getting at, Conrad. I’m just looking out for the best interests of this company. My livelihood depends on its success this plant, and that means a lot to me. I’m surprised it doesn’t to you.”

“Wow…you sound more like a fucking suit every minute,” he responded, the contempt thick in his voice.

And the essence of his statement cut the core of how he viewed the world. First, it didn’t surprise me that he cursed. I was more surprised that he’d held it in before that. Just as Carol had said, Conrad was a glorified operator…he didn’t have the tact or the capacity to manage people. The fact that he was showing his hand in front of his boss didn’t surprise me either…because anger and false bravado always trumps judgment with people like that.

“Well, they say that what you wear says a lot about a person, Conrad. But James Bond wore a suit, and he still kicked ass. Clark Kent wore one too…and he was Superman.” I looked at Conrad, now standing there in his pristine green sleeveless jumps suit, and his white hardhat and safety glasses, and I let out a little snicker.

He was a walking caricature of someone trying to look macho, and he puffed up his chest like a rooster when he saw me chuckle under my breath and shake my head a little.

“What’s so funny!” he snapped.

“Nothing…just like I said, what you wear says a lot. By the way…loved your work in the Village People,” I said as I gave a little wave.

I turned and walked away with Jeff, who was wiping away a little tear from trying to hold in his laughter. As we rounded the end of the production line, heading toward a second one that was being installed, Jeff looked at me.

“You know…not that I’m complaining, because that needed to happen eventually. But you know you probably made an enemy right there, on your first day.”

“Who are we kidding, Jeff. Conrad looked at me as the enemy the moment you introduced me to him. You heard him. All I did was let him know that I wasn’t intimidated by his act, and now he knows that I know things that HE doesn’t know, which makes him very nervous.”

“Like the OSHA stuff,” Jeff nodded.

“Yeah…there’s that, and that I know a goof off when I see one. That obviously struck a nerve.”

“I have to admit, Neil…I’m not that up to speed on the OSHA regulations as I probably should be. What’s the likelihood that we’re going to get a visit?”

I shrugged my shoulders and said, “I really have no idea, Jeff. I made all of that up.”

Jeff stopped in his tracks, his mouth opening wide. “What…you did?”

“Yeah…but it all makes common sense. I can’t imagine we wouldn’t get a visit at some point before operations start. Besides, guys like Conrad are going to make my job harder. If he’s not going to follow the rules, how am I supposed to get my people to? I have to tell you Jeff, I’m a little surprised that you…”

“Actually, that’s the first time I’ve seen him without his safety gear. I think he was trying to make a statement for you…and he ended up getting one instead.” Jeff said we headed to the other line being installed.

I could see Ivan as we walked toward the machine, which made me nervous. I didn’t want Jeff knowing that Carol had brought me to the plant the day before. That would have ruined everything I’d said to Jeff to that point, and I might have lost his trust. But when Jeff introduced me to him, I relaxed.

Carol must have spoken to Ivan about it, because he never said a word about already knowing me. In fact, he was very convincing in his acting. He pretended like he’d never met me, going so far as to explain a couple of basic things about the production line. Ivan didn’t have a lot of time, though. He had to attend to a problem one of the people in his charge was having. So, he wished me luck, and Jeff was soon whisking me off to another machine.

This machine was in a different part of the department…one that I wasn’t going to be in charge of. And that was a shame in a way, because I actually had a lot of knowledge about it. There was a similar machine back at my former company, although that one was a much older model than the brand new, state of the art machine in front of me. This one that had many more bells and whistles on it than the one back at Beck Manufacturing. But the guts of the machine, and what it did, were the same as the one back in Indiana.

Standing next to the new one was another big guy. He was 6’2″, and a little on the chubby side. He had graying hair stuffed under his helmet, and safety prescription lens on his wire rimmed glasses, along with the mesh side panels that snapped on for protection from the sides. He was wearing jeans and a light blue short sleeved work shirt with his name embroidered over the pocket.

“Fred, I’d like you to meet Neil. Neil, this is Fred…another one of our Supervisors.” Fred gave me a halfhearted smile, but he shook my hand when I put it in front of him.

“Nice to meet you Fred. How’s it going?”

“I’ve had better Monday’s,” he said in a huff. “Jeff, we need to get the tech back in here for fix this machine. I’m telling you, they didn’t calibrate it right. There’s no way to set it up on center and make the air vacuums release in the proper position. The damn thing either drops it too late…or holds on to it too long. I keep scraping good product.”

“Fred…we’ve had them in here twice since we…YOU…signed off on the installation. We’ve already used up our two free maintenance visits, and we haven’t even started live production yet. Besides, they insist that there’s nothing wrong with it…and it was running when the left both times we called them in!”

“I’m telling you, Jeff…there’s something wrong that they’re not telling us. I’ve been in the business 25 years, and I know!”

I stepped forward, looking inside the open guard over the conveyor belts that led into the heart of the machine. The same guard Fred had his head stuck under when we first walked up.

“You know, we had one of these where I used to work…well, it was a lot older, but…do you mind if I give it a shot, Fred?” I said as I took off my jacket and handed it to Jeff.

Fred scoffed and said, “Be my guest…it would be nice to have someone else show Jeff I know what I’m talking about. The damn things fucked up.”

I rolled up my sleeves, and tucked my tie inside my shirt between two of the buttons so it wouldn’t get caught in the machinery. Taking the wrench from Fred’s hand, I reached into the machine and loosened four big bolts on both sides. Grabbing an actuating shaft, I ran my fingers along the inside of a cam deep inside the machine, feeling for a notch.

Finding it, I pulled on the shaft, lining it up into position, before I quickly tightened a bolt on each side. I felt the cam again to make sure I had it aligned the way I wanted, and then I tightened all the bolts to secure the position. After that, I opened the safety brake and backed up the machine manually with a crank wheel, clearing out the most recent jam up. Once I had that done, I engaged brake again and lowered the guard.

Knowing everything was clear, I handed the wrench to Fred. “Wow…this one is really different than the P732 we had back at Beck.”

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I’ve always been sexually attracted to my grandmother. She has one of the most wonderful bodies I’ve ever seen. Especially, for a 50+ year old woman. I’m beau. I’m 18, 6’2, 160 pounds with blonde hair along with blue eyes. I have a skinny build.

I have been visiting my grandmother for years. She was a blonde woman, with small streaks of gray in her hair. She was around 5’5, 132 pounds. She somehow had a secret of having no wrinkles. For someone her age. That secret would have been a gold mine, but she knew how to do it.

As long as I could remember I went out there every summer for a month, but it wasn’t until just this summer. That things changed…..

She had been lonely for over 10 years now. I complained about going out there. I never wanted to go. All she had for me to do was help on the farm, or she had some porno videos that she gave me to “keep me company” while she was off doing business.

Well along the ride out there. I noticed this incredibly attractive blonde, with great tits, bending over looking at a watermelon. I could see right down her shirt. That shirt was so tight, everything was ready to fall out. My pants immediately stirred. I figured that when I got to grandma’s I’d run into the bedroom, throw in a “movie” and shoot my load before doing anything else.

As I said, I did just that. I went in there, picked out a movie, and shoved my pants Escort Bayan Gaziantep to the floor. Exposing my 8″ cock. My head felt like it was going to explode when I start to stroke myself off. Outside, I could hear my ride drive away.

“Oh god,” I kept thinking.

“Oh fuck,” I said while moaning.

With that I guess my grandmother heard me, and thought I was in trouble or had forgotten something that I needed. She must have rushed up stairs, cause within minutes of my loader moan; she was rushing to my rescue.

My cock was close to blowing load all over my stomach. When my door burst open. There was my grandmother standing there. I was in too much ecstasy to even notice thou. She noticed what I was doing and stood there. Stunned. I realized that she was standing there, and stopped I tried to cover up. It was too late thou. She was staring at my rock hard cock, bobbling in the open.

She licked her lips and realized that I was her grandson.

“He’s so big,” she said under her breath, but enough that I could make out what it was. She licked her lips.

“Oh I’m sorry Beau, I didn’t know that you were doing. That. I’m sorry,” she said with a tone that sounded like she was half horse.

She walked out, and I yanked on my clothes. I went downstairs to see if she was all right. From our experience. When I got down stair’s I noticed that she wasn’t there. I knew that she didn’t leave, because I didn’t hear the car drive away.

I walked around the house, and looked in every room. When I finally arrived at her bedroom. I could hear sounds escaping the door. It sounded like crying.

I opened the door to see, and there she was 34 C tits in her hand! She was rubbing her nipples with one hand, I noticed that her other hand was disappearing between her legs.

“Oh my god grandma, I’m sorry,” I shouted

“No, wait! Come here, I seen you. Now you have to see me, its only fair,” she said while still working on herself.

I walked to her bed, and saw her swollen pussy lips glistening from her cunt juice. My cock started to re-harden from the site.

She removed her hand and told me to come over there and help her. I walked over there and kissed my grandmother. I felt the sparks fly. She pushed her tongue deep into my mouth. Oh she was so good at kissing. While we were, her hand went down my chest and to my bobbling cock. She started to slowly stroke me off. Her hand felt like it belonged there. Kind of like fate had it all worked out.

I sucked on her tongue until she removed it. She started to kiss my chest while working her way down. She finally reached my cock. It was now hard as a rock. She went all the way down and stopped. She was admiring my cock.

“My you’re big for your age! If I do this, you have to let me do it when ever I want to this summer,” she said.

“You got a deal,” I replied.

With that she took my cock into her mouth. Her tongue was moving all over my shaft. Like she missed doing this. Soon after she started my balls swelled with cum. I felt it go up my shaft and into the head of my stiff cock. I started to moan.

“OH GRANDMA,” I shouted. All of the sudden I couldn’t handle myself anymore. One of my fantasies was coming true. I was blowing my load in her mouth. I tried to hold back but nothing was stopping me now. My cum shot out of my cock like a fosset. It started to roll down her chin. After a while, I finally shot the last of it. She swallowed like a true champion. Afterwards I could see her cunt drooling her juices, but she said that I had to put my cock away. And we should try it again soon. I asked about if she wanted me to help her out. She declined and said that my cumming in her mouth was enough. I agreed and left the room. As I did this, I heard her start to moan. My thoughts said that she was fingering herself. After about ten minutes I had another hard on. From listening to her. All of the sudden she stopped, and I could hear footsteps toward my bedroom. Even thou she just sucked me off. I didn’t want her to see my hard on. She opened the door ass naked, and asked if she could come in. Of course I said she could.. she shut the door behind her, and that night was the best night. Until tonight, when she’s doing a lot more…

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I came home after work. That morning, you had told me that you would be having some friends over. I wasn’t sure if they would still be there or not, but the day had been relatively uneventful at work – nothing taxing and I wasn’t wiped out – so I looked forward to catching up with your friends if they were there or just having a nice, quiet evening for two if they were not.

The sight in front of me – no, the incredible, erotic, fantastic sight in front of me – stopped me in my tracks. You were on the bed, spread eagle and not a stitch of clothing to be found. In your hands were scarves which tied to the two closest corners of the bed. You weren’t so much as tied by the hands as you were holding onto loose loops. Seemingly, you could move your hands whenever you wanted or just keep them out of the way. You wore a blindfold and I imagine it heightened the overall experience for you.

You were surrounded by four women, as nude as you (minus the blindfolds), who all ran their hands across your body. This was less a multi-person massage and more an adventure in sensuality. Your mouth was agape, and you writhed with every movement from your friends. If you were catching up with old friends, these were the kind of friends we needed more of in our lives. Fingertips lightly skimmed your legs, your neck and abdomen. Fingernails teasingly dragged their way up your side and around your nipple.

A fifth friend emerged from the other room with a small glass of ice. “You’re home! We’ve been waiting for you.” She kissed me on the cheek and pulled me in for a hug, not having seen me in several months. She nudged me backward, where a chair awaited me. I knew better than to ask questions. The words of Abraham Lincoln came to mind. “Better to remain silent and be thought a fool than to speak and to remove all doubt.” Thank you, history degree.

She undid my belt and pants. In a flash, she had all of my clothes tossed in a pile in the corner. I would not miss them; I was the overdressed one in the room. With a hand to my shoulder, she glided me down and into the chair. “You sit here, in the chair for a while, and enjoy the show. We won’t forget you.”

I still had yet to blink as I tried to soak in all that was before me. My beautiful partner and her five friends were all completely nude, a cornucopia of breasts, Escort Bayan Gaziantep pussies and soft, sexy flesh to fill my erotic dreams for years to come.

A tongue moved to your neck, replacing fingers. Soft kisses went to random places all around your neck. A hand massaged one of your breasts, lightly plying with a nipple, while a tongue ran very slow circles around the other.

Warm hands ran up and down your legs, firmly massaging your muscles. So much sensation from every direction, this was the best reunion with your friends you could imagine. So many hands, tongues and lips, though, you couldn’t keep track of everything and, knowing you as well as I do, that increased the eroticism of the moment for you.

Things shifted on the bed and fingers massaged your pussy. It was both relaxing and enticing, making you wetter and so very much at ease.

I couldn’t just sit idly by any longer. My erection was strong and my desire my stronger. I wrapped my hand on my cock and used my other hand to play lightly with my testicles. I didn’t want to come anytime soon, I knew that much, but I had to play.

The fifth friend picked up an ice cube from the glass and ran it slowly around your left nipple. You arched your back as she did and then let out a groan of pleasure when she followed it up with her mouth. Slowly and with a little pressure, she sucked at your nipple and pulled back from you, causing your nipple to extend just a bit. Your friend on the other side mimicked the same thing with the ice. As they traded rounds, back and forth, the massaging on your pussy morphed into a tongue, playfully probing its way slowly into your vagina. She kept her pace slow and tongue fucked you for several minutes. Your gasps become more frequent.

What you didn’t see, but I would later tell you as we recounted the evening (over and over for the next week), was that the two friends who had been idly caressing your skin around the other three women, were doing so one-handed. You were so sexy, and the moment was such an erotic rush for all of us that they kept their other hands pretty busy. One was fingering herself, playing with her clit to her heart’s content, while the other reached under the woman next to her from behind and played with her clit.

More moaning and panting from you. You looked like you were having so much fun; I know I was. At this point, I was regularly taking breaks from playing in my desperate attempt not to come. It had to be a half dozen times I brought myself to the edge and stopped. I must have blinked at some point, but it was all fantastic and I was silently noting that I have the best partner in the world. My voyeuristic nature, along with the simple fact there were a half dozen very naked women in front of me, left me as one happy man. I was oozing precum.

More shifting. One friend moved so that she was on her knees and straddling your head, hovering above you. She faced me. She reached up and kneaded her breasts. As she slowly lowered her pussy to your face, you let go of the scarves. She closed her eyes and her smile grew ten-fold and your tongue started to explore her lips. You inhaled her scent and let out a moan of delight. Your hands wrapped around to her front, one holding high on her inner thigh and the other zeroing in on her clit. After several minutes, you pulled her back a little so your tongue could work over her clit and your finger played with her g-spot. Later, you told me you had never done this before and didn’t want to waste any opportunity. You wanted to do everything to her that you knew I owed to do to you.

The mouth on your pussy had increased its activity and you felt the tongue home in on your clit. As a finger slid its way in to play with your g-spot, the first round of orgasms hit hard. One of the many things I have always loved about you is how vocal you are in bed, especially when you orgasm. I love that your screams are loud and primal. This time, though, you didn’t have open air to be so loud. You stopped licking, just held your hands firmly in place, tensed from had to toe and screamed right into the pussy that hovered over your mouth. With all the sensation, with all the hands, lips, tongues and who knows what else you were feeling, you squirted upon release. Your friend’s pussy had been getting quite the workout, but the scream sent her over the edge. She tensed and, seemingly inspired by you, let out a guttural yelp as she hit orgasm.

Everything resumed – hands spread your fluid all over your body as newfound massage oil. Bodies shifted. Two who had been tending to you broke off by themselves in a sideways sixty-nine, with sounds of delight and a few orgasms. You removed your blindfold, looked at me and smiled. “I have another treat for you,” you said. So good to me. The sheer fact I had neither come nor had a heart attack seemed miraculous to me in the moment. Neither would have surprised me at all and I would have either passed out after coming or simply died a happy man.

You maneuvered your way to entangle your legs with one of the women. Your body shimmered with a mix of your own fluid from squirting, several women’s saliva and your sweat. You held each other’s hips, grinding into one another. The room smelled of sweat and pussy, adding to the erotic scene. Your wet pussy rhythmically massaged her pussy, both of you moaning in pleasure. Hands appeared from the sides to play with your friend’s breasts, massaging and kneading away. One set of hands pinned your friend down as you were grinding away, he third’s lips and a tongue exploring for a few minutes until she momentarily got off the bed to retrieve a toy. She returned with vibrator in hand, lowering it to the junction between you two. The buzzing went directly to both of your clits and your eyes rolled back in your head, as did hers.

More orgasms, this time again from the couple eating each other out. The buzzing vibrator sent your current partner over the edge. She squirted on you.

My orgasm was coming, and nothing would hold it back. I felt a hand pull at my arm. “I told you we wouldn’t forget about you.” She moved me toward the bed and told me to lie down on my back. She propped a couple pillows behind my head. My penis was hard as it had ever been. You climbed atop me and rode me, starting slowly and working your way. She climbed behind you and reached both hands around to your breasts, holding you tightly to her but sensually rubbing your nipples. You felt her breasts pressed into your back. After a few minutes, she continued rubbing a breast with one hand and dropped the other hand to your clit. Your new vibrator was in her hand, the one with the small lips where your clit should go. That was all it took. You rocked hard back and forth while I met your pace. Once I heard you scream, I let go in release. I don’t know how much I came comparatively, but it was the biggest and most fun build-up of my life. You collapsed onto me, as I embraced you.

We rested a few minutes and heard that the party had moved to the shower. Perhaps that’s another story for another time.

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