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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Florida Women Ch. 01

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My name is Kim, and I’m writing to tell some of the stories that I participated in–and that my friends and non-friend participated in–in the South Florida city where we lived for about three years. We moved there so that my boyfriend, Joel, could open his used and rare record and book store, Vinyl & Pulp. I had gotten a job in the Housing office at the Liberal Arts college as a low-level administrator, overseeing the diversity and socializing programs in the school dorms. That mainly meant dealing with bitchy middle-aged women who ran the housing system and who had once been very pretty, and their teenage forerunners who lived in the dorms now and who set all records for pettiness and self-centeredness. Every day was a new meeting or email exchange in which I wanted to slap some sense into a pretty little princess who thought that it was appropriate to come into a college office with her full-on battle make-up on and her boobs hanging out.

At the same time, I have to admit that it was that part of the job that got me up in the morning. Life with Joel was wonderful in the sense that was always dutiful, and charming when he was supposed to be charming, and as good of a provider as you could expect from a man whose goal in life was to fawn over rare vinyls and signed copies of third-tier novels. He was the good boyfriend, and that was the beginning and end of his existence so far as that went. Now before I give the wrong impression, I have to say that I was in love with him and that he was *mine* in the sense that women like me use that term (the meaning of that will probably be more clear after I’ve told my stories). But he was boring to be around day after day, and night after night. We would go to dinner and a movie or just sit around at home, where I’d read a magazine while he played Xbox, and talk about work and our neighbors and their work and dinner-and-movie dates. I felt like the passion was being drained out of me as the shallow kisses and shampoo ads stacked up one atop the other.

Looking back in the light of what happened for me while we lived in that city, I had always felt that way while spending time with boyfriends and family, or on shopping trips where my girlfriends would prattle on and smile about everything. My social life in high school, college, and after had been like the show floor of a furniture store: Everything is set up to look just perfect, but after you’ve been there for a few minutes you start to understand what a lobotomy would feel like. I wanted something that would inject some life into me. I wanted to flip the furniture over, get thrown over a couch, and smash a lamp over someone’s head. Metaphorically and literally. I had been in two fights in high school, but they were the typical hair-pulling and shouting matches at parties, chick-fests where there wasn’t any real chance that anyone would suffer and the guys were cheering us on.

My entry into the world of catfighting came from Claudia, a Latina woman who was one of the major real estate agents here in town. She had helped two of our administrators buy houses when they moved to town, although Joel and I had not used her. She was extremely pretty and curvy, very busty and with sweeping hips and a tight butt. She and I had met several times at parties; all of the clients she had gotten close to were men, and she seemed to be around a lot. Claudia was the kind of woman who flirted with her male clients just enough to get them coming back to her for more attention, but not enough for anything real to be there. Her looks helped her do this, of course, but she was very skilled at walking that line. She would wear a sweater that was too low and too tight, a skirt that was split too high and that was too tight across her upper thighs, but she’d never do anything more than touch a male client on the arm or smile too much in front of his wife. In fact, I had noticed once or twice that she smiled at the wife of the man right after she had touched his arm or brushed into him. Sometimes, it seemed to me that she was aiming her flirtations at the wife more so than at the man she was touching. She had a way of tossing her black hair in the middle of a party that only another woman would really notice and understand the meaning of.

Claudia and I first really spoke at a Christmas party thrown by Richard, my supervisor, and his “permanent girlfriend” Wendy, an ad executive at a local agency. Richard loved that his parties were a little more interesting than the usual fair in town, and he only invited people that he knew would be in on it. He was the type who never outgrew the thrill of being the host with a little drugs & sex mixed in with the drinking, and he was the only adult in our group whose parties still included people sitting on the back porch getting high and couples–and sometimes people who weren’t couples–sneaking off for a while. His girlfriend Wendy was a great match for him, too, always the woman who wanted to show off a little Antep Escort Bayan more, get a little drunker and wilder. She was Chinese-American, slender and pretty and still in her late 20s (Richard was in his late 50s, but people had basically gotten beyond their age difference because they so were so immaturely matched for each other). Tonight Wendy was wearing a dark green blouse that was open halfway down her shirt and too tight, showing off her small pert breasts and her lean torso and arms. She was bouncing around the room, taking over each conversation that she entered. Joel had stayed home tonight, and I was glad that he wasn’t here watching the hostess move around the room.

I had stationed myself at the bar, drinking a glass of wine, when Claudia drifted over and took the stool next to me. We smiled and gave each other a quick lookover. She was wearing a dark blue v-neck sweater that showed off an impressive amount of cleavage (and it was very firm cleavage, too, I might add, impressive for a woman who was probably carrying a DD cup). She saw me check and said, with a giggle and a bit of a smirk, “I’ve always felt like women like us should stick together,” with a nod toward Wendy. We both laughed at that. I’m a well-built woman, too, with D cup assets that were only a bit smaller than Claudia’s and still just as firm. I had played club soccer in college, and I still had that athletic build in my hips and legs, and I was tighter through there than Claudia, although I was a good bit larger than Wendy. Wendy was a pretty woman, but not many women would have put her in Claudia’s class. They probably would put me in Claudia’s class, though. I have shorter light brown hair, and although I was showing a little cleavage that night, it wasn’t as much as Claudia’s deep showcase.

“I’ve noticed that you don’t mingle with the other women at these things,” Claudia said, swiveling so that she was facing me more directly.

I looked at her for a second. Her comment was obviously meant to steer me toward something specific, but she was also right. I had never had many female friends. I had always felt that there was some tension or barrier between me and all the women around me. I had never gotten too far into the world of catty remarks and buried hostility, but I had always understood where that need came from. I told her, “I guess I’ve never felt the need for it.”

“I can tell, it’s okay. You’re like me. You can’t tell me that you don’t feel the same tension that I do when we have seen each other at these parties. You feel the same competitive desire that I do,” she added, and now she was leaning in closer, in a way that was aggressive and conspiratorial at the same time.

I took a deep drink of my wine and said, “When I was playing soccer, it always felt like I was playing against the other girls rather than playing a sport.”

When I said that, Claudia did that little smirk again, which was starting to get under my skin. Looking past my shoulder at Wendy, Claudia said, “Women like that have always gotten under my skin. She can work the room as much as she wants to, and no one says anything about. But if I act like that, they call me a whore beyond my back, just because I’m prettier than she is and because of the girls,” she added with a mischievous smile toward my own set. “And if I unbuttoned my blouse that low, the women here would drag me out by my hair.”

“You like that, though,” I replied and finished my wine. “The fact that you draw all that attention for pretending to flirt.”

Claudia laughed. “I knew that I was on the mark with you. You feel the same things that some others of us do. Come on, let’s go talk.”

She pulled me by the elbow and we went out the front door. The air was cool and there was a breeze, and we walked briskly through the well-off neighborhood Richard and Wendy lived in. I asked where we were going, but Claudia hushed me up. At the end of the block was a small shopping area for the neighborhood, and we went into the coffee shop. A few people were there by themselves, but there were also some couples sitting together, as well as a few girls working behind the counter. We got coffees and took a seat in the corner. Most of the women were forgettable, but the girl working the cash register definitely stood out. She was college-aged, very pretty and with an air that she knew the kind of status her looks gave her and that she was indifferent to it. She had long, curly red hair that she wore down just below her shoulders, and she was a very well-endowed woman, with deep cleavage and athletic legs and hips. Claudia had caught my look and said, “What do you think of her?”

“She’s very pretty,” I replied. “And she has the obvious assets.”

“Yeah,” Claudia said, laughing. “What else do you see?”

“She can handle herself, despite the good looks. She’s confident, too.”

Claudia leaned over and whispered in my ear, “I knew that I had you pegged right. She’s a catfighter.”

“Like, she gets in fights?”

Claudia explained that there were some women in town who were interested in competition. “I could tell from the way that you were watching me and the other women in the room that you were one of us. You just hadn’t realized it yet.” For these women, the emotional side was just as important as the physical contests, and they occasionally had arranged fights, with rules and safeguards in place. For audiences, too; she said that some fights were in private, but they would also have matches in front of audiences. They liked to change costumes and situations, and she said that if I howed that I could hold my ground and take it seriously, there were a lot of possibilities that might become available. Anna, the girl at the counter, was one of these women, and after the crowd thinned out she came and sat down with us.

Claudia introduced us, and Anna said “Hi” and gave me a very handshake and look right into the eyes. The confidence that you could see from a distance was aggression up close, but seeing it in her eyes up close, frankly, made me feel charged. She was wearing just a touch of make up, and although she had to wear the cheap collared shirt of the coffee bar, she was still wearing some very nice jeans and heels, and she knew how to make it work. And I’m sure that the tight stretch of the shirt across her boobs helped her fill the tip jar, too!

We made small talk until the last customers left, and then Claudia asked if we were ready to go. “Go where?” I asked.

“There’s a match tonight. A friend of ours is catfighting wih a women from Tampa.”

I knew at that point that I should excuse myself and forget that all of this had happened and I knew that I never would do that. “Does she know this other woman?”

“They met in Miami. They both went on the same group vacation, with some friends they had in common. While they were there things developed between the two of them. Kristen said that she just knew that she and this other woman both wanted to catfight each other. It was just there between them. They agreed that they would meet up for this match later, rather than risk exposure to their other friends in Miami. You have to understand, Kim, that there is going to be a strong taboo to what we do for the rest of society. You have to be careful.”

The three of us left the coffee bar and went to Kristen and Richard’s house. About ten adults were there, men and women, and after Claudia explained who I was and vouched for me, we were in. Everyone there was either well-off (Kristen and her husband Richard had a spacious five bedroom house with a basement converted for events like tonight’s) or obviously on their way to the same (Anna, who offered deep competition to any woman who was there). I was feeling out of place, socially as well as physically. I didn’t think my checkbook stacked up with the others and I wasn’t Anna any more, and my high school catfights didn’t look like they would carry much weight in this crowd. I didn’t know which mask would be more humiliating to lose.

We were escorted into the basement. It was originally meant as a large rec room, with a bar at one end and a large open space on the other, which they had covered in wrestling mats on the floor and along the walls. A few people were talking softly to each other, but otherwise the atmosphere was very tense and anticipatory. We all got drinks and gathered around the fighting area to wait. Soon enough the visitor came out. Her name was Dee. She was a stunningly pretty brunette wearing a full length robe that was covering up what had to be a brick shithouse figure. She had a brazen look in her eyes, and as she came through the crowd she held eye contact with two different men. A few of her friends had come with her, for safety, but she looked like she was in command of the room. She had very dark skin, and she was probably from India. Before she stepped onto the mat, she glanced at me and let her eyes linger on me for just a second, and I could feel her challenge, not just in her eyes but in who she was, and I knew that I was the woman in the room she had singled out like this. After she had taken her position on one side of the mat, Kristen entered from the other side, also wearing a robe. She had short blonde hair, and she was pretty but she wasn’t in Dee’s class. She stood opposite Dee on the mat and everyone came pause.

Richard came forward and stood between the two women. “Good evening, and welcome to our home. Tonight we have a rules catfight between my lovely wife Kristen and the equally lovely Dee.” Both women made a little huff at this, but he ignored them. “It will be a best of 3 falls match, falls to be determined by submission only. Slaps to the face and body allowed, no closed fist strikes, no attacks to the crotch, and hair pulling allowed. Tops but not bottoms may be removed. Ladies, if you will, please.”

Richard stepped back, and the two ladies dropped their robes. Kristen was a very fit woman with a firm, athletic body. She was wearing a teal bra and thong panties. Her breasts were a nice size and shape, likely a B cup, and her arms and legs looked strong without being fat or ponderous. But while Kristen was lean and trim, Dee was a force. She had full-on boobs, not breasts or boobies, at least as large as mine or Claudia’s and encased in a white lace bra (with matching panties) that made a startling clash with her dark brown skin. Her arms and legs were not fat, but she had full womanly hips and she looked more shapely than Kristen. She was at least an inch taller and seemed to be a few years old than Kristen, too. The two women looked each other in the eye for a long, held moment and then they took in the other’s body. It seemed that both stared intently at the other’s chest. The basement was hot, and sweat was already popping on their skin; breathing hard in anticipation, hair damp, they were ready to come together.

They flew at each other. Kristen grabbed Dee by the hair and yanked her head down, but Dee ploughed through that and grappled Kristen, getting her hands around Kristen’s back and driving her into the mat-covered far wall. Kristen grunted and tightened her pull on Dee’s hair. Dee drove her along the wall, grinding her bodily into the mat, and then she tripped her and the two fell to the mat. The two scrambled briefly but then Dee got atop her and sat across Kristen’s hips. She slapped Kristen across the face with two short rights and yanked her hair with her left, but then Kristen smacked her boob and then squeezed it through the lace. Dee twitched and moved to yank the hand off, and in the fracas Kristen rolled herself free and both women got back to their feet. Dee pressed forward again and blocked Kristen in the corner. Kristen slapped Dee across the face but Dee came right back with two wild slaps of her own, the sound hanging in the damp air and Kristen’s shrieks with it. As Kristen was stunned Dee tackled her back to the ground and the two women were in it, rolling back and forth, yanking hair, smacking faces and sides, and squeezing breasts. Both women’s bras were torn loose and their breasts spilled free. At one point Dee got on top but Kristen threw her legs around Dee’s hips, controlling her, and then sank her hands into Dee’s massive boobs. You could see Kristen’s fingers sink into the soft brown flesh, and after several seconds Dee shouted that she gave. The first round went to Kristen.

The two women separated and went to opposite corners. Hair awry, gasping, both women tried to put their breasts back in their bras and then as by some mutual consent tossed them aside, going topless the rest of the way. They paced back and forth, hands on hips, and when the five minutes was up they faced each other without a word. At Richard’s call they came forward again, more slowly than for the first round. Kristen went for a fake and then smacked Dee across the boobs, sending them wobbling. As the Indian covered her chest, Kristen smacked her in the face and then yanked her by the hair. You could see on Kristen’s face that she thought that she had turned the tide for good, but Dee was snarling as Kristen spun her around by her long black hair. At last Dee fell to the mat, but even though she lay there panting Kristen waited for her to rise again. I think that Kristen felt like Dee’s strength was too much for wrestling, and she had an advantage on her feet. After a moment Dee rose and the two squared off again. Kristen tried to smack Dee’s breast again, but Dee grabbed her in what looked like a Greco-Roman hold and flung her over her hip and to the mat. But she bent over Kristen and lifted her back to her feet immediately by the hair, bringing more shrieks from the blonde. Dee yanked her head all the way back and then slammed her face-and-boobs first into the wall, and then as Kristen came back Dee brought her to the ground, locking her legs around Kristen’s hips from behind. Kristen struggled, prying at Dee’s legs with her hands. But Dee yanked Kristen’s head painfully hard, straight back, and reached across her chest and clamped onto her breast, almost kneading the flesh with her fingers. “How you like it, bitch?” Dee said into her ear. “I can hold your little boobs like this all night if I want.”

Kristen tried to hold on, but after about a minute of this she tapped the mat in submission. The two women rolled apart. Both of them looked like a mess; Kristen sat holding her breast, while Dee climbed to her feet and stood in her corner. They were glaring at each other this time, ready for the clash to continue, and Dee motioned for Kristen to rise. “Face me on your feet like a woman,” Dee said with scorn, and Kristen stood with a look of death. “I get looks like that from girls like you all the time,” Dee said, “who aren’t as big as me and less pretty. It feels good to finally pay you back.” Kristen said nothing in response, just staring back with her hands on her hips and her chest stuck out. Soon enough the five minutes ended.

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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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Chris stalks Sam quietly as she waits for the bus. He gets on and melds into the mass of bodies crowded into the cramped space. Waiting and biding his time. Grinning to himself of the pleasures in store for him. Sam pulls the string to let the driver know that her journey is coming to an end and the bus comes to a jarring stop. Chris tries not to let himself touch her just yet. She gets off the bus and doesn’t know he’s following her. Avenged Sevenfold blaring in her ears she completes her journey home.

Walking inside and not even bothering to close the door all the way and completely ignoring the fact of locking it. He takes this advantage and slips in to the home as silently as a shadow. Sam gets to her room and Chris brazenly walks in and rips the headphones from Sam as he covers her mouth keeping her from screaming. There’s a look of terror and deep longing in her eyes as he looks at her. He literally rip the clothes from her body. He shoves her down on to the king size bed, then turning for a split second to lock the door of her room. He looks at her. She’s so small and fragile against the massiveness of the bed. He climbs on top of her, pinning her wrists over her head with one hand, the other groping and squeezing her body harshly. She whimpers softly and wiggles, trying to get out of his grip. He tightens his grip on her wrists and lets Antep Escort Bayan out a low growl, warning her to stop moving and to be quiet.

She looks terrified and aroused at the same time. Chris stared at Sam a bit more, taking in her fragile pale frame. He bends his head down and kisses the soft pale flesh of her throat. Wanting to let go and mark her with bites of passion and love, he keeps that part of his lust under control. Sam mewls softly at his molten touch. She writhes under him as he trails hot wet kisses down her clavicle to her perfectly globed breasts. Her pinkish nipples hardening from the cool air and hot kisses. Lavishing her nipples with a loving caress of his tongue, Chris bides his time. Knowing the sweeter it will be the longer time it takes. Sam feels as if she’s about to burst. The heated fire within her is at its peak. Chris senses this and continues his tortuously slow lavishing of her small frame. Worshiping her as a goddess of Love, kissing each hip, licking along the bone that gently forms through her soft flesh. She lets out a full on gasp as his teeth make contact with the sensitive hip bone.

He lets go of her wrists and places his hand on her abdomen to keep her still. His teeth gently crave a small shape into her, one on each hip. She moans and tries to keep still, the fire expanding within her threatening to explode. Sam’s brain is past the point of listening to Chris trying to keep her quiet. He finally reaches the part of her that he’s only dreamt of. He can feel the heat emanating from her hot swollen pussy. He is jolted to remember his own hot swollen dick. Just a little longer he tells himself as he gently prods her. Chris stands up and takes off his shirt, his pecs shaped wonderfully and his biceps looked strong but not too muscular. He undid his pants and pulled down both pants and boxers. His swollen cock rock hard like a fleshy steel rod. He climbed back on top of Sam and kissed her full on her hot wet cunt, savoring the sweet musky taste of her. Flicking her clit with his tongue as she clawed at the bed. Drunk on her scent and taste he lifted himself from her. Sam was elsewhere.

Her mind, body and soul knew only the pleasure Chris was giving her. His dick swelling even harder as he rubbed the head against Sam’s wet pussy. She jolted in pleasure and tried to thrust up to get him inside her but he held her hips down. Chris continued teasing Sam’s pussy. Rubbing the rock hard cock head against the folds of her hot wet wanting cunt. He wanted to make this moment last forever, or at least as long as he could. When he could look back on seeing her fragile frame writhing and moaning under his own muscular frame. Finally his will crumbled to his lust and he thrust his hard cock into Sam’s waiting wanting lusting cunt. He let out a soft groan at the almost painful tightness of Sam’s tight pussy. While she let out a sharp exhale of air knowing full well the pain would give way into unknown bounds of carnal pleasure. Chris let go of her hips and she began to gyrate her hips as he thrust inside her.

The sloshing of Sam’s wet dripping cunt and Chris’s hard dick dominated the sound of their breathing. Chris’s balls slapping roughly against Sam’s ass drove her insane. She grabbed his shoulders clawing his lightly tanned flesh. Chris could feel his balls tighten as they got ready to release his seed. Sam made small mewling sounds and dug her nails into his shoulders as she felt her pussy and lower stomach clench in pleasure as she felt her own orgasm peak. He began thrusting harder and faster, hitting the little spot under the cervix inside Sam’s lusting cunt. Small gasps and groans of pleasure filled the room. The scent of pussy and sweat wafted around. Hearts pounding, blood flowing, bodies thrusting was the only thing that mattered to them. Chris grunted and buried his face in her neck as he felt her orgasm rock their bodies and then let his own fill Sam’s cunt to the brim with sticky hot white cum.

Nearly gasping for air he rolled over to the side of her and kissed her head. He smiled and pulled her over to him and she snuggled against his chest and smiled back.

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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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“Leading by example, my ass!”

Carly made her way to her office and grabbed her safety gear. She’d just been told by her boss that not enough employees had participated in the job shadowing program and that all staff now had to participate as a way of leading by example. She was told she was to spend the rest of the morning shadowing two electricians. She would have to stay late to complete the work she had planned for the day. And it’s not like her boss was going to do this job shadowing program himself!

She made her way to where the electricians would wait for her. Once she neared the area, she recognized Kyle and Jake and felt relief. They were the nice ones. She’d been really worried that she’d be stuck with grumps Tony and Mike or with the conspiracy theorists Chad and Steve. The day was already looking up. And it didn’t hurt that both were easy on the eyes. Too bad they were in relationships. Oh well.

They greeted her and told her where they were going. Great, they were going to an area of their plant that was up a series of stairs and rather dirty. Not that it really mattered. She didn’t care about getting dirty. They made their way up there and as she got to the top of the stairs, Carly realized that the guys were no longer right behind her. She could hear their voices so figured they were not that far behind. They emerged only a few moments later and took her to the equipment they had to work on. For the first little while, they explained to her what they were doing and got her to help out a bit. It wasn’t that bad to job shadow after all but the push to do it today was still annoying her.

They were almost done the task when Kyle stopped “Carly, can I ask you something?”

“Sure! Shoot.”

“Were you a girl scout as a child?”

Jake laughed and shook his head. “It’s Boy Scouts or Girl Guides, silly!”

Carly laughed at both of them and said “No, I’ve never been a scout or guide, why do you ask?”

Kyle said “Well, you know how their motto is ‘Always prepared’?”

“Yes, I’ve heard that.”

“Well, I’ve noticed that you have come prepared. You should know that although it’s a big order to fill, I can.”

Carly wasn’t following “You can what?”

“I can fill it. So can Jake here.”

“What???? I’m not following you at all.”

“What you have in your back pocket. Both Jake and I can fill it.”

Carly reached for her back pocket and felt it. She started laughing. She looked at the back of his head and then at the back of Jake’s head and shook her own. She pulled out what had been in her back pocket and held it up. “Though Jake here does have longer hair, there is no way he fills this hair elastic and neither can you Kyle.”

It wasn’t the first time someone had mistaken the hair elastic for a large condom but mostly it had been her girlfriends teasing her about how she’d never find a man that big. And here was Kyle claiming both he and Jake could fill it!

“Maybe not with hair…”

“Kyle!”

“Well, I can! And so can Jake here…”

“Whoa there! You’re married! And you… you’ve got a girlfriend!”

She looked at both of them and thought how it was too bad they were attached because it had really been a long time for her and they were two great guys she really liked. Kyle answered.

“Not anymore.”

“What do you mean?”

“Amy and I split up a month and a half ago. And Susan left Jake three weeks ago. So both of us are single again, as are you. So we thought that the three of us could get together and maybe have a little fun, you know, no strings… and as I said, both of us can fill that elastic.”

Carly looked at both of them, her jaw having fallen open in surprise. Jake was nodding to confirm yet still wasn’t saying anything. They were single? They were suggesting…

“You can’t be serious!”

“Why not? You’re single, we’re single, there’s no harm to anyone.”

This was going a little fast. But she was definitely intrigued and interested! But these were co-workers. They’d have to be super discreet!

Jake finally spoke up “And it’s not just about sex, Carly. We figure we can be friends and just hang out too. From the conversations we’ve had with you in the past, you seem like someone we could have fun, candid and honest conversations with. You know? Conversations where we can drop the filters and the politically correct and just be honest without being judged.”

“Oh, there’s judgement! Everyone judges. You’re judging me right now! But hey, we can judge but we must agree not to condemn.”

Both of them nodded. Jake said “Good point and good choice or word! So many people are quick to judge and condemn! They stand up on their pedestals, claiming high moral fortitude yet they themselves doing worse when they believe nobody’s looking.”

“And what do you mean by honest conversations. Does that mean you lie the rest of the time?”

“No, of course not! But a lot of times, we don’t ask direct questions because we’re afraid to offend. Or we don’t want to answer with total honesty because we’re afraid of being judged or condemned. So we play games, we play Antep Bayan Escort coy, we joke, we use detours. It would be nice to ask direct questions and get a direct honest answer sometimes. And you strike me as a person with whom this is possible.”

“I am. Now if you had permission to ask a direct question right now, what would you ask?”

Jake looked down at her chest and back up to her face and asked “Are they real or did you get implants?”

He was right, most people didn’t dare ask directly and her twins were big. She wasn’t a skinny person yet despite that, the twins still stood out prominently.

“They’re real.”

Kyle asked “And what size bra do you wear?”

“I wear 34 or 36 and cups H, I, or even J depending on the brand and the style.”

“That exists? I didn’t know cups went higher than D!”

“Oh yeah, it exists. Most bra makers in North America fail to recognize that though and figure that if your twins are bigger than a D, you must have a rib cage that is at least 38 or 40! So I have to buy expensive European bras.”

“Can we see?”

Carly unbuttoned her blouse just enough to flash them and then buttoned back up. The guys whistled in appreciation and then Jake asked “What about you? Any questions you’d like to ask?”

“Sure, I’ll ask… Are you two circumcised?”

Kyle asked “Does it make a difference?”

Jake interrupted before Carly could say anything and said “Hey you, no games! Direct question. Direct answer! Yes, I am.”

“Me too.”

Carly said “Yet Kyle was still asking a direct question. Does it make a difference? Yes, it does to me. I’d much rather go down on a clean cut cock than a slimy hooded one.”

“Does that mean you’d go down on ours?”

Kyle had this gleam in his eyes. Part hopeful, part playful.

“Maybe. But to be honest, I know you have started smoking again and I’m really not good with that. In fact, I’m not good with any tobacco product, not cigarettes, cigars, chew or even nicotine patches ’cause the nicotine goes into saliva and when kissing, gets transmitted and then that nicotine keeps me up at night. So I’m not sure I want to hook up with you because of that.”

“Fair enough. I quit.”

Jake looked at him and asked “You’re quitting what exactly? Smoking or your quest with Carly here?”

Kyle reached into his pocket and handed Jake his pack of cigarettes. “I quit smoking. I want Carly more than I want to smoke. And I promise, no alternatives!”

“And what am I supposed to do with this?”

“I don’t care! Throw them out, give them to Steve, whatever!”

Jake threw the pack into his tool bag and shook his head in amusement. Just then, Carly saw movement behind the guys and said “So, now we put this back together?”

Their supervisor had just arrived to check on how the job was progressing. So their conversation was suspended. The guys put things back together and the supervisor stuck around. Then, the job was done. They checked that it worked properly and it did. So they were done. There was no reason not to go back down with the supervisor.

She went back to her office and worked hard to get her own work done and not have to stay too late. To achieve that, she had to put all other thoughts out of her mind. But once she was done, the conversation they’d had that morning came back to her and stayed with her the rest of the day and into the night. And then through the next day and the weekend. She was intrigued by what they had said and was excited about the prospect of having a long-term fantasy of a threesome come to reality. It fuelled some frenzied solo sessions that weekend but didn’t put out the fire these two guys had lit.

It was only the next Monday after work that she ran into both of them again in the parking lot. While others were around, they chatted about the weather but as soon as they found themselves alone, Kyle asked “You been thinking about our conversation?”

Carly blushed.

“I see you have!”

“How could I not?”

“So, you in?”

“I don’t know about this Kyle.”

“Carly, we both promise absolute discretion. And we’ll respect whatever limit you set. Why don’t we start with just talk and food and see where it leads?”

So they went to a local restaurant where the burgers were great and sat down to eat. Kyle told them about his marriage to Amy ending and how he was staying in his camping trailer at one of their production coworker’s home. The friend’s home sat on an oversized lot so he had lots of room to accommodate Kyle’s big camping trailer and truck until Kyle found something more permanent. Amy wanted to keep their house so was working on buying Kyle’s portion out of it. It would take a bit of time but he was confident it would get done.

Jake’s girlfriend had simply moved out and gone back to her home town miles and miles away. Both guys said that their relationships had been getting colder and colder over time and that the breakups were not only inevitable but welcome. Yet neither of them was ready to commit to a new relationship and just wanted to have a little fun with someone like minded and they had sensed that in her.

“Won’t this create jealousy?”

“Not if we set some ground rules.”

And so they discussed their rules openly and basically, they all came down to respect. Respecting the people and respecting the limits.

As they were leaving, Kyle asked “So, you got any plans for this coming weekend? We’re planning on taking my trailer to the National Park and just chilling. I’ve already got the camping spot reserved and the trailer all cleaned up and ready to go.”

“But that’s only half an hour from here.”

“I know and most people think like you, they’d rather drive further to really be away from this place so that means none of them will be at this campground and we’ll have privacy.”

“Never thought of that. Good thinking.”

As they were leaving the restaurant, he gave her details about where and when and then said “Think about it! If you show up on Friday evening, we can have a great time! If you don’t, no harm no foul. And by the way, I haven’t smoked or used any tobacco product since I quit and don’t intend to start again.”

And they walked away. Carly walked to her car, deep in thought. Could she really do it? Would she?

* * * * * * * * * *

On Friday evening, Carly drove towards the campground. She had gone home, taken a nice hot shower, washed and straightened her long hair, and packed a bag of clothes. Then, she’d also packed some food and put everything in the car. Though totally not camping attire, when she stepped out of her car after parking next to Kyle’s truck wearing a skirt and heels, the message was clear. The guys helped her with her bags and led her inside the camper, checking that nobody had been around to notice.

Without hesitation, Kyle put his arm around her and kissed her. He was a great kisser and that was a big turn on for her. Then, he turned her around and pushed her towards Jake. Jake gently grabbed her face and kissed her deeply. Wow. He was even better!

Meanwhile, Kyle had snaked his hands between them and was undoing the buttons of her blouse. When it was totally undone, he pulled it off her. Jake then turned her around so she could kiss Kyle again. As she was doing so, Jake unhooked her bra and gently took it off her. He then reached around and teased her nipples, causing her to moan. Encouraged, he continued teasing her nipples and caressing her breasts. Kyle pushed her away slightly and had her lean on Jake so he could kiss his way down to her breast. Jake held them up for him and Kyle took turns nibbling on the two nipples. His hand reached down and lifted up her skirt. To his surprise, she wasn’t wearing any underwear.

“You really came prepared, didn’t you?”

Jake asked “What makes you say that?”

Kyle smiled and said “No undies!”

Jake groaned behind her and his right hand went to check. She had Kyle in front, rubbing her clit and Jake behind, rubbing her ass. Then, she was spun around so Jake could rub her clit and Kyle could feel her up from behind. He wet his fingers and reached down to push one between her lips and into her pussy. She was totally wet.

Kyle groaned and said “You really are ready for this aren’t you?”

All she could do was arch her back and push back against his hand as he fingered her wet pussy. Jake let go of her clit and quickly got undressed. In front of her face was a gorgeous thick cock and she reached for it and started licking it. Jake wrapped his hands in her hair and kept it out of her face while he watched her lick and suck on his cock.

Behind her, Kyle was still fingering her but was also managing to get out of his clothes, only interrupting his exploration for seconds at a time. Then, he put a condom on his cock and pushed it into her. That caused her to stop sucking on Jake’s cock just long enough to gasp and let out a loud moan.

Step by little step, they moved towards the bed and while Jake laid on it, Carly got on hands and knees so she could continue going down on Jake while Kyle pounded her pussy. There were moans and groans as all three of them enjoyed what they had all been fantasizing about all week and maybe more.

Kyle reached his point of no return and came. As soon as he was done, he pulled out and Carly moved up to straddle Jake. Jake put a condom on his own cock as she moved and was ready for her to impale herself on him. She rode him for a few minutes and then straightened her legs as she laid herself atop of him. She pushed herself up on her arms to give him access to her twins, which he did. He licked and nibbled and teased her nipples.

“Don’t move down there, just let me do. Aaahhh, yes, that’s it, keep teasing my nipples. Don’t stop, please don’t stop!”

Her pleas were not ignored. He gently pinched and twisted and nibbled and licked the hard nipples offered to him and let her ground her pelvis against him. Soon, she was moaning almost non stop and then, she groaned deeply as a powerful orgasm washed over her. As soon as the big one had subsided, she collapsed on top of him and he could feel all the aftershocks as she kept quietly moaning and contracting around him.

When she was done, she pulled her knees up to lift up her bottom and pushed up on her arms and said “Your turn. Fuck me until you come.”

“Sweetness, I’ve already come! When you came, you squeezed me so hard that I came. And those aftershocks, wow!”

She pulled off his softening cock and laid beside him and said “Nice!”

“You need a little nap, don’t you?”

She barely nodded and went “Mmmm.” And she fell asleep. Kyle laid on the bed next to her and kept her warm, sandwiched between him and Jake.

It was about 15 minutes later that she woke up, sat up and kissed both Jake and Kyle. They all washed up and dressed in jeans and went out to make a campfire. They sat around the campfire and talked quietly.

Kyle had one long chair that he insisted Carly take and he put a blanket on her as the air was getting chillier. The guys were sitting in reclining chairs that Carly figured she’d also want to try at some point. Later, Kyle and Carly noticed that Jake wasn’t participating in the conversation as much and realized that he had fallen asleep in his chair. It was dark by then and there was just a glow from the small fire. Their secluded spot as well as the late hour gave them much privacy.

Kyle got up and stroked the fire a bit and then came over to her chair and got her to scoot forward. He took place behind her and cuddled with her on the chair. He pulled the blanket up to cover them and soon, his hands were wandering as he nuzzled her neck. She had to help him gain access to her twins and let out a soft moan when he started playing with her nipples.

Carly laid her head on his shoulder and let him play to his heart’s content. She was getting turned on again from all the attention he was giving her.

“You like this?”

Even his voice was mesmerizing. “Yeah.”

After a while, he reached down and started undoing the top of her jeans. “Wonder how ready my fingers are going to find you…”

Sure enough, when his hand made its way into her undies, he found her not only moist but totally wet. He moaned quietly against her ear and, as he started rubbing on her clit, so did she.

“Think I can create some of that delicious pressure you seem to like?”

“You can try.”

“Oh, I intend to do more than try.”

And he pressed down on her, causing amazing feelings to radiate from that one little button to her whole body. Soon, she had her eyes closed and her head leaning back on his shoulder. As he rubbed and pressed, she moaned gently at first but then, as the pressure mounted, her moans became a little louder and more urgent. He continued his pressure on her clit and, with his other hand, teasing her nipples in turn. He felt her tensing up, felt the pressure rise in her and slowly but surely pushed her to the edge.

When her orgasm subsided, he whispered “Just stay still with your eyes closed for a bit.”

He put two fingers inside her to feel her pussy muscles contract against them as the aftershocks kept washing over her. When they too subsided, he pulled out and licked his fingers and then re-fastened her jeans while whispering in her ear.

“That feel good?”

“Mmmmm, yeah.”

“You ready to return the favour?”

Thinking he meant for her to give him a hand job, she started turning around so she could access him but he stopped her. “No, not like that. I want a bit more than that baby.”

“What would you like?”

“I’d like for you to go over to Jake and suck his cock.”

She turned her head around to finally see that Jake had been awake and watching them and that he had his cock in his hand and was slowly stroking it. But Kyle was still holding her and talking to her.

“While you suck on his cock right where he is, I’ll put out the fire and make sure it’s safe and then we’ll go inside. You’ll get Jake all good and ready to fuck you ’cause he didn’t really get to do that earlier and while he fucks you, you’ll lick and suck me ’cause I didn’t get to feel that earlier. Sound like a good plan to start?”

Carly nodded and he let her go. She got up and went straight for Jake who straightened the chair and gave her access to his cock. She crouched and took him in her mouth, caressing him with her tongue and with both her hands. Up and down his thick cock she licked and with her hands, she caressed his shaft and his testes gently. He moaned when she cupped the testicles and just fondled them. She held them while she caressed the underside of his cock with her tongue, making him moan again.

When Kyle was done with the fire, he led them inside with the flash light. He put the chairs away quickly and then joined them inside. Carly and Jake had both shed their clothes so he did the same. He got one of the condoms and handed it to Jake. Jake interrupted Carly’s attention on his cock to put the condom on. She laid back on the bed with her bum at the edge so he could take her. She motioned for Kyle to come to the bed. Once he got close, she pulled him astride her chest and wrapped her boobs around his cock. She grabbed a pillow and put it under her head so she could take Kyle’s hard cock into her mouth and alternate him fucking her boobs and fucking her mouth gently.

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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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An Unexpected Evening

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You hadn’t wanted to go out that night, and when I first saw you sitting there alone at the table as your friends danced, sipping your drink while looking around shyly, you certainly looked the part. You kept to your group, dancing, drinking, laughing your way through the club, but every so often you glanced over my way.

For all the world it looks as though I haven’t noticed you, but you have indeed caught my attention, and I watch you out of the corner of my eye – the way you walk, hips swaying ever so slightly, the way your little black dress moves, shifting over your body and showing off every sensual curve, with a skirt that barely comes down to your thighs and a plunging neckline that reveals your perfect, pert breasts for all to see – but somehow I know that they are meant for me.

You are not accustomed to being noticed, or at least, not to knowing you have been noticed. You are more accustomed to observing than drawing the attention of others. But once, you am not discreet enough, and I catch you looking, with unmistakable lust, at me. Quickly your eyes flick away once more, but I have seen all I need, and now, I have chosen my prey.

I saunter over to you, taking no small pleasure in the way your eyes widen at my approach, disbelieving and fearful, relishing the effect I have on you. I begin to speak to you of unimportant things, of such small talk as is customary in places such as this – the drinks, the music, ourselves – watching you carefully throughout, hearing your nervous laughter and your quick, slightly abashed replies to what I say.

Enough time passes that you begin to wonder just what I am after, if I truly desire you in the way you so desperately hope that I do, if I am not just toying with you. You feel as though I am torturing you, toying with you, drawing out the inevitable to a point where, surely, you must be disappointed – I must be judging you, and deeming your short of the mark. Certainly I will soon make some excuse, and move on to some other girl.

But I do not, sure though you are with every passing moment that it will happen. After some time, I reach out and touch you for the first time, only a light caress of my fingers upon your shoulders but more than enough to evoke a reaction from you. I linger there Bayan Escort Gaziantep a moment, shifting the strap of your dress aside so that I touch your skin, relishing the faint shiver that passes through your body as I do so.

“I must confess,” I say over the noise of the crowd, “you’re not the sort I usually find in places like this.”

You want to speak, hoping for a clever reply to find its way to your lips, but merely shake you head. “I just came out with my friends. I didn’t really expect anything other than to get drunk.”

I laugh. “A girl with spirit, or at least one who is fond of spirits. Perhaps, though, you prefer a bit more quiet than this. You seem like the sort of girl who would,” I say, lips curling in a wicked smile that makes you tingle with unsavory pleasure.

“What… what might you mean by that,” you ask, a bit breathless. I can see now, your cheeks are flushed, and your daring neckline does you no favors in concealing your excitement. My hand trails down from your shoulder to your breast, stroking it lightly as I withdraw my hand.

“You look like you want to get to know a man in more comfort and quiet than places such as this afford, a place where you can speak with someone properly.” My voice is soft, yet somehow it carries to your ears as my hand drifts back towards your breast, caressing it lightly over your dress and occasionally touching on the exposed skin, making you gasp lightly. I lean in, whispering into your ear in a way that makes your spine tingle. “Someplace a bit more… intimate.”

I pull you towards me firmly, guiding you through the maze of people. You allow yourself to be pulled along, excitement growing with every step, not sure of where this is leading, only that you know that you want to follow.

I take you through the city streets, walking almost too quickly for you to keep up – if I were not dragging you, surely you would fall behind. After only a few blocks, I take you into a building. A quick swipe of a card from my pocket unlocks the door, and you follow me in.

Everything is dark and quiet; we stand in silent anticipation, waiting for the elevator. The wait proves too much; with a sudden, almost involuntary jolt, I grab you and kiss you voraciously on the mouth, my tongue frantically seeking yours. As though you have been waiting, expecting this move, you respond, kissing me back with no less passion, abandoning yourself to the electric impulses coursing through you.

We stumble into the elevator, still kissing fiercely the whole way up; the instant the doors close, I’m under your dress, caressing and feeling every inch of your smooth body that I can touch, searching for your most pleasurable, sensitive, intimate places. My kisses move down to your neck and collarbone, and then down to your breasts; when the elevator opens, your dress already seems half off. Fumbling for my keys, I barely bother to look as I unlock my apartment one handed, stumbling through the darkness and dragging you with me to the couch, pulling you under me as I continue to explore your softness with my hands and lips.

You begin to fumble with my belt, and I grab it, unfastening it and quickly shedding my pants, letting my cock spring out. Out springs my cock, and you take it in your hand, tentatively at first, stroking it, touching it gently. I grunt with pleasure. “Don’t be shy,” I whisper. “Do it.”

Taking it fully in your grasp, you lick the shaft slowly, long, swirling your tongue around it while looking me directly in the eyes. You kiss it and take just a bit of the tip in your mouth, teasing it slightly with your tongue, tasting the first of my cum. I smile wickedly down at you. “You’ll be getting a lot more of that tonight.”

You look up into my eyes, and I stare down at you, burning. I whisper in a husky voice, “You know what you need to do.” You slide your mouth slowly down my shaft, with your hand helping, covering my cock. You slide your mouth on my hardness a few times then spit on it and slowly massage the shaft with your perfect supple hands. Your tongue comes back out and I gasp with pleasure as it caresses my cock, sending bolts of pleasure through my body. You take me wholly in your mouth, gagging slightly but savoring the grunts and moans of ecstasy that you draw from me, reveling in how you please me.

You start moving your head up and down, stroking the shaft, caressing me with your tongue, bringing me closer and closer. From my moans and labored breath you can tell that your ministrations have been enjoyed; I start panting, and gasp, “I’m close.” You go even faster, feeling my cock twitch in your mouth and savoring the sensation of my hot cum pouring into you, but that doesn’t make you stop. Swallowing every drop, you continue to suck my shaft, making sure every last drop is gone before finally releasing it slowly from your mouth, sucking the full length of it as you let it go, inch by inch.

The rain is pattering softly against the windows as I grin wickedly at you, picking you up and laying you on the couch and spreading your legs, pulling aside your dress and panties. “I wonder how quickly you can bring him back to life,” I whisper, leaning into you as I do so and grinding myself against your pussy, teasing you with my cock. You whimper, leaning forward to take my member in your hand; as you work my shaft gently, I feel myself hardening once more under the skilled ministrations of your fingers, swelling, growing in length and thickness.

You kiss me a couple of times and take the tip in your mouth, caressing me lightly with your hands, but no more, bringing me just shy of a full erection. I straddle you, and I can feel the wetness of your pussy hovering just beneath my cock, waiting to take my full thickness deep inside you. I graze you with my shaft, rubbing myself back and forth on it slowly, letting your wetness coat me before finally guiding myself slowly to your pussy. Sliding slowly into you, I feel you shuddering as you feel your body rocked with pleasure emanating from between your legs, coursing through you with electric energy.

I begin to slide in and out of you, pumping, slowly, sensually, completely in control, squeezing and grinding your hips as you fondle your breasts lightly. My pace quickens, and you moan ever louder, hoping to cum, but I slow down once more, bringing you to the edge but no further But your continued groans of ecstasy tell me you find it as pleasurable as I. Once more my pace quickens; you yourself feel your body tightening, ready to explode, squeezing my hard shaft, bringing yourself to the peak as wave after wave of pleasure crashes and thunders through your body, obliterating all sensation save a powerful, pulsing ecstasy and my cock, still in your pussy, emptying its warm load deep inside you as you pulse on my length, grinding with your hips, milking every last drop from me as I grunt, cumming in you.

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Magda , the Captain Ch. 01: Lightheaded

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You sometimes wonder if they ever missed you at the conference the day after the spectral prism whisked you away from Atlanta to the good ship MGD-068845066LN, otherwise known as Magdalene. Out here in space, it’s hard to keep track of the passage of time, but you’re pretty sure you’ve already burned through any earned vacation days by this point. You didn’t dare bother the Captain with anything as trivial as submitting notice of your departure to Corporate.

Screw ’em. They acted like they were throwing you such a bone by sending you to that insufferable event – you, a solidly middling middle manager with only modest ambitions. You saw right through the charade. They just needed a warm body to fill a slot at the booth and keep up appearances.

Little did they know that someone else would find a much better use for your warm body that weekend, a much better slot to fill, and give you a promotion beyond your wildest dreams.

And as for appearances, the Captain of the Magdalene afforded you an upgrade there, too. The wardrobe she’s lent you is a veritable treasure trove of only the most exotic, unearthly fashions, and seemingly bottomless in its variety. You could spend a year on board and never need to wear the same outfit twice. The one theme running through every item in the collection: it’s either daringly revealing, or ruthlessly skintight, and in some cases, both. The same can be said of the Captain’s own tastes in fashion, which out-glams yours every time, suggesting that luxury is the only language of commerce she speaks.

Indeed, since making you her Lieutenant, the Captain has spared nothing on your comfortable accommodations. Though your quarters aren’t exceptionally large, they are lavishly furnished. In addition to the bottomless wardrobe, you’ve been enjoying a bed that makes memory foam completely forgettable. Your bed is piled deeply in pillows and decked in linens as soft as a lamb’s ear, and surrounded with a gold-trimmed purple silk canopy. You never slept so well in your life as you did after you first came aboard. Ornately framed mirrors adorn the walls, making the room seem more spacious than it is. The prize piece among them belongs to a deluxe, marble-topped vanity, its gold baroque details charmingly antiquated in this otherwise ultramodern setting.

And the food! You may have expected freeze dried, artificially flavored pseudo-food rations for space travel, but the Captain was offended at the very suggestion that she’d treat her crew so poorly. That particular offense cost you the opportunity to dine with her for that meal; she took her plate elsewhere on the ship and left you alone in the galley to contemplate your sins, although the meal itself certainly took the edge off your punishment.

Of course, on this ship, you’re never actually alone. That’s been the hardest thing for you to adjust to – the omnipresence of the ship’s Artificial Intelligence, whom the Captain affectionately calls Magda. Communicating has not come naturally to either of you, partially because Magda’s vocabulary consists not of words, but of sensory signals enacted through the ship’s systems. A change in light, temperature, vibration, atmosphere – all of these can convey her attitude and intentions. Her language is still largely a mystery to you, and it doesn’t help that the Captain often communicates with Magda wordlessly herself. Instead, she relies mostly on the wireless frequency that links the ship’s systems to the Captain’s own internal computer and to the other AI-enabled components on board. Sometimes you suspect they must be sharing some secret joke about you, just because of the way the Captain will smirk at you without provocation or explanation.

But while the communication barrier with the ship remains out of reach for the time being, nearly everything else you could possibly want is available to you with barely a wave of your finger.

Everything except the Captain herself. Her availability is her call and no one else’s. Nor do you have complete free reign of the ship; the bridge, the engine rooms, and the Captain’s quarters are all off-limits to you, and you’ve run into more than a few other locked and unmarked doors along the ship’s labyrinthine decks. Not that you demand such access, of course. What do you know about the inner workings of a spaceship, anyway? Especially in the first few days, the feeling that you’ve tumbled headfirst into some video game or anime world has been a hard one to shake. Each time you wake up in that luxurious bed and regain your bearings, you’re amazed all over again.

You bombarded the Captain with questions early on about how everything works – the gravity, the engines, life support, navigation, her cyborg body – but she had little patience for your curiosity. “Honestly, I’ve had so many passengers over the millennia, and explained this shit so many times, I’m over it,” she said dismissively. “You wouldn’t understand it anyway. Just trust that between Magda Escort Bayan Gaziantep and me, it works, and you’ll know if it doesn’t.”

“But I’m not just another passenger,” you pressed her. “I’m your Lieutenant.”

“If you think that entitles you to anything special, remember whose ship this is. I can demote you in a split second, and I don’t think you’ll like what I do with recruits who get uppity,” she replied with characteristic coldness. She has that way of switching from friendly to threatening in the span of a sentence that always throws you off balance and leaves you wondering when, if ever, to take such statements as jokes. But if you’re unclear on that part, you’re certain of the underlying message: she outranks you.

Always.

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The lanyard you were wearing at the conference dangles from one of the gold filigree leaves framing your vanity mirror, but you’ve turned the ID badge around so you can’t see the name you came here with. The Captain has never once used your name. Since granting you your so-called rank, she has taken to calling you by the abbreviation Lieu. Given the novelty of your circumstances, the new name seems only appropriate, and you avail yourself of the contents of the wardrobe and vanity to give yourself a new look to match. The top of the vanity is lined with perfume bottles, vials, compacts, and jars of all colors. In its drawers, you’ve found enough brushes, pencils, sponges, and accessories to rival any salon you’ve ever visited.

You sit on the velvety stool, makeup brush in hand, and find yourself leaning forward and squinting to make anything of your reflection. You’ve searched every wall in this room and have yet to find any kind of light switch or dimmer knob. The walls of your room, like many of the ship’s interior surfaces, are actually paneled with a series of digital displays that serve both decorative and functional purposes (such as providing light), but control of them seems to lie solely with Magda.

“Um…lights on?” you say, looking at the ceiling, although uncertain of where you actually should be directing your question. You wonder if any of the Captain’s previous passengers were able to communicate with Magda – if they were even allowed to.

Several seconds pass, and it doesn’t seem like she’s heard you. You clear your throat and try a different approach. “Magda, are you there? I need more light, so I can see what I’m doing.” You still don’t feel right addressing her by name, and as it is, you feel a little ridiculous sitting in an empty room talking to the inanimate, inarticulate vessel.

Another few seconds, and the room seems to get a little brighter, but only by a degree or two – it could just be a trick of your eyes. Never mind that it’s still not enough for the task at hand. Your lips purse a little in frustration. Aren’t AIs supposed to be, well, intelligent? You’ve seen that Magda can pretty much fly herself with barely any direct input from the Captain, so how hard could it be to just get the lights working?

“How about a little more,” you try, “over here by the vanity? Can you see where I’m pointing?”

Without warning, the panels you’ve gestured at suddenly glare with floor-to-ceiling white light that brings instant tears to your eyes, like looking at fresh snow on a sunny day. You instinctively wince and throw your hands up in front of your face to shield yourself from the onslaught.

“She likes it when you say please,” the Captain’s voice reaches you from the doorway behind you.

You tense for a moment. Is she teasing, or directing? The light is too much – you can’t see her face clearly enough to gauge her intention.

“Alright, Magda, you can tone it down now,” the Captain addresses the ship, and the walls dim instantly to a comfortable level, though greenish afterimages are still burned onto your vision for a few moments longer. You briefly wonder if the Captain suffers the same effects, or if she’s programmed such weaknesses, temporary though they may be, out of her systems.

Once your retinas clear, the mirror lets you see the Captain crossing the room towards you with her usual precision and grace, hips rocking with each silent stride. She stops just behind you and puts her hands on your shoulders. The cold glass fingers on her artificial hand make the hair on your neck stand up, and you suppress a chill. Sometimes even involuntary reactions can rouse the Captain’s disapproval – you’ve even caught yourself holding your breath around her more than once.

“You seem to have made yourself comfortable here,” the Captain says softly, and you relax a little – she doesn’t seem to be in one of her more wicked moods.

“Yes, Ma’am,” you reply.

“And I trust that you have no regrets about your decision to stay aboard?”

“Yes, Ma’am.” She doesn’t insist on the formal address, but you find it comes to you naturally – and so far, she has not objected. Without such formalities, your conversations suddenly seem far too personal, too intimate. Likewise, it’s easier for you to look at the reflection in the mirror as she stands behind you than it is to gaze at her openly, eager though you might be to take in the sight of her. She’s dressed in a short, sheer, and fairly simple (by the Captain’s standards, anyway) black shift that barely obscures the finer details of her body, peaking over her nipples and clinging to the curves of her ass. You’re still in the champagne-toned bra and panties you slept in.

The Captain begins idly stroking your shoulders, sliding her fingertips along the sides of your neck and along your hairline towards your ears, and you can’t help a tiny swoon at her touch. Since the day you enlisted, she’s barely given you more than a suggestive look, and has not brought you back to the chamber where you were first seduced. You freely admit to yourself that this is disappointing, though you’d never say as much to her. Her fingers against your flesh bring other sensations rushing back to your memory – your knees on the oriental rug, being pulled up by the lanyard around your neck, the chains tightening against your wrists, the sticky evidence of her pleasure glazing your lips and chin…

“My, but you do blush easily,” the Captain says with a sly grin lifting the edge of her lips. Of course, this only brings more heat to your cheeks, and you avoid her eyes in the mirror as you continue to try to apply your makeup.

Her hand moves from your neck to your wrist, and she leans down, her face coming over your shoulder to align with your own. With utmost precision, she guides the movement of the brush across your skin, producing blossoms of color along your cheekbones, first one, then the other. You try to relax and not tremble. Her proximity brings her signature scent, citrus and mint, to tickle the inside of your nose.

She releases your wrist and reaches down to the vanity to dab her slender middle finger in the pot of tinted balm, then lifts it to your mouth. “Open,” she murmurs, and as you obey, her smooth glass fingertip glides along the right arch of your upper lip down to the corner. Then, the left, creating a perfectly symmetrical archer’s bow of shimmering scarlet. Then she drags the remaining pigment across your lower lip, slowly and with only the lightest touch.

“There,” she sighs. “A sight for sore eyes if I’ve ever seen one. Can you remember the last time we had such a pretty little thing on board, Magda?”

You can’t tell whether the AI responds, much less if she agrees.

The Captain turns on her heel to lean back against the vanity, facing you. “I think it would be such a shame to have you all dolled up with nowhere to go. Once you’re finished, why don’t you join me in the Observation Lounge?”

“It would be an honor, Captain,” you reply. This is the first you’ve heard of such a place, but you’ve learned better than to trouble the Captain with trivial logistics like that. “Is there anything in particular you would like me to wear, or should I come like this?” You gesture at your underthings.

She laughs, a sound that is at once musical and mechanical. “By all means – as much as the minimalist look suits you, I won’t say no to an opportunity to see you in something a little more glamorous.” She sidles over to your open wardrobe and crosses her arms in thought, scanning its contents. “Something with feathers, I think,” she finally says. “Beyond that, the choice is yours – just don’t take too long to decide. I’ll be waiting below decks.”

And with that, she moves to leave you to your dressing.

+++

Magda helps you find the way to the Observation Lounge via the displays along the walls of her corridors. You have to descend several ladders to arrive there – not an easy feat in the stilettos you’ve chosen to complement a sheer purple robe trimmed in fluffy marabou feathers. Beneath it is a short strapless dress of ruched black silk that keeps creeping up over your thighs as you climb down each rung.

You arrive in an enormous oval room that reminds you of an opera house in its cavernous height and sparse amber light. It is furnished with rich, plush sofas, chairs, ottomans, and the casually piled pillows the Captain so favors, arranged in groups and circles as if to host a party. Curiously, the walls are completely unadorned by either screens or curtains.

At its center, she is lying across a chaise lounge, a crystal goblet cupped in one hand. Its twin rests on a small side table alongside a sculpted blue bottle. She too has changed outfits – she now wears a full-length gown that appears to be constructed entirely of threadlike golden tassels, bound together at the neck and waist but otherwise left to fall where they may. The tassels pool in curled piles upon the velvety surface of her chaise, leaving more of her glass-and-flesh form exposed than covered.

You have an inkling of where her mind might be.

“Just in time,” she says, her voice carrying across the room. “Come, before your drink gets warm.”

You cross the room as quickly as your stilettos allow, and feel a small rush of satisfaction as the Captain observes your approach with apparent approval. She curls her legs up towards her torso to make room for you on the chaise, and offers you the other goblet, pouring you a serving of an unrecognizable rose-colored liquid that sparkles with bubbles. You move to lift it to your lips.

“Ah-ah-ah,” the Captain warns. “Mind your manners. Magda, would you do the honors?”

Instantly, the floor beneath you hums with motion, and you hear a hydraulic hiss. As you watch with widening eyes, the entire Observation Lounge begins to lower down from the belly of the ship – not unlike the cabin of a zeppelin. The walls, it turns out, are not walls at all, but floor-to-ceiling windows encompassing the entire space.

As the compartment continues to descend, you are treated to a breathtaking view of…well, the Universe. Stars, galaxies, nebulae and novae wink at you amid an endless expanse of black in all directions. One star is notably closer than the others, a motionless disc of pure white illuminating the curved surface of some planet or moon which the Magdalene appears to be orbiting.

“How…where…” You forget yourself for a moment, the hand holding your drink slowly drifting to your lap without your notice. Nothing could have prepared you for this. You try to swallow down a sense of vertigo – suddenly, the “enormous” room you’re occupying feels no bigger than a broom closet. A flea’s broom closet. Goosebumps prickle your arms and raise the tiny hairs on the back of your neck.

You have to tear your eyes away to keep your mind from melting. Your gaze lands on the Captain, who appears quite pleased at your reaction to her showing-off. “Living on a spaceship comes with certain perks,” she says with a shrug, but her pride is evident on her face. She lifts her glass towards you in a toasting gesture; numbly, you meet hers with your own, and take your first sip. The effervescent drink tastes like starlight itself. It seems to evaporate from your tongue before you can even swallow, the vapors rushing right up to your head.

“Speaking of perks,” the Captain continues, “I expect you’ve been enjoying all I’ve offered you so far.”

“I have,” you agree eagerly. “The food, the living arrangements, the clothes, this—” you gesture around the room “—is above and beyond anything I ever had at home.”

“I should certainly hope so. Earth isn’t known to be good for much, other than picking up useful trinkets now and then,” she says, looking pointedly at you over the rim of her glass. “You ought to be grateful I picked you up.”

“Oh, I am, Captain.”

“Good. Then show me.”

At some invisible signal, music begins to filter through the windowed chamber – music you don’t recognize, electronic and melodic, with a gypsy kind of mood, as closely as you can categorize it.

You feel yourself burning under the Captain’s expectant, and not at all patient, stare, not sure what she wants. Finally, she issues the command: “Dance for me.”

Oh, God. Even in the best of circumstances, you wouldn’t call yourself much of a dancer. It’s one thing in a club full of people who aren’t paying attention. But just you and the Captain? Just like that, the room is immense again, a huge space you’re being asked to fill without quite knowing how.

“Are you listening?” she says with a hint of annoyance. “Dance.”

There’s no stalling her. You set your glass down and rise precariously, now regretting the choice of stilettos. “Go on,” the Captain urges. “I can’t have a Lieutenant aboard who won’t follow orders.”

You take a few steps away from the chaise and try to concentrate on the music. Not only do you feel the Captain’s eyes on you, but the ever-present gaze of Magda, and the weighty expectations of both.

Your hips begin to sway with the slow rhythm of the music. Your arms rise above your head; you stroke one forearm with the fingers of the opposite hand, bend your elbows, then let both hands slide into your hair, curl around the nape of your neck, and graze your collarbones. You sink deeper into the bend of your knees and continue to twist and circle your hips in languid figure-eights, toying with the feathered edge of your robe.

“Turn,” the Captain orders. “Let me see you.”

You comply, pivoting in place little by little until you’re facing her again, eyes still closed. One hand slides back into your hairline behind your ear, while the other roams from your collarbones down between your breasts, pausing there only a breath before traveling around to your waist. Despite your self-conscious nerves, you find yourself absorbing the music and interpreting it with fluid movements. The sound fills the room, coming from no direction and every direction. That and the bubbly drink you’ve sipped seem to allow the music to flow right up through the floor and into your limbs.

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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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