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Hi, Madam Lisa here. This is part 4 of my real-life ongoing relationship with my sub. Please read parts 1 – 3 as this will help you follow along. The only thing I have changed are the names. I also do not mention the names of the locations. I sure some of you will be able to figure them out. All I ask is you don’t tell. Thank you for reading my story. I hope you will enjoy it as much as I have. All participants are over 18 and are consenting in their rolls.

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Recap: Sunday was a blast. Sub and I went to the mall and flashed some people. We bought clothes, and fucked the hell of a lucky man. We finished up the day at the lake.

Monday morning time to go back to work. Six a.m. my alarm goes off. Sub does not work until ten, but I wake her anyway. She has errands to do for me. I tell her to make some breakfast as I get ready for work.

I am a professional woman and work downtown in a private office. I am not the big boss, but I work directly under him. I am also in a position to hire and fire those who are in my department. So my being late is not an option.

Sub has been with me for three days now. Yesterday she lost her apartment so she lives with me now. She only has a few work clothes and the slutty stuff I have her wear. I am going to change that soon.

I call a friend who owns a moving truck and talk him into going to get my subs things from her old apartment this morning. Then I call her ex-roommate to let her know what time the movers will be there. Sub and I finish breakfast and clean up the kitchen. I give sub her orders for the day: One, meet with moving men at your old apartment. Wear only booty shorts and white t-shirt to meet the movers. Two pick up roast and salad for dinner. Three, at work no panties and wear plug. Four edge at work three time before lunch and three times after lunch. No cumming. Five drive to and from work topless. Six take and send topless selfie of yourself in back room of the dress shop. Must be done before lunch, Maya can take picture for you if you would like. Seven, meet me at my work for lunch.

“What is your pledge to me?” I ask

“Madam Lisa, This sub will do as you ask without question or hesitation.”

“Good, now I’m off don’t forget to lock up before you leave.” I give sub and long kiss and squeeze her ass. On my way out, I gave her my extra house key.

When I get in my car, I remove my blazer and expose my breasts and drive to work this way. The garage attendant always smiles as I pull in to park my car with my girls out for him to see. I have always wondered why he has never stopped me to get a better look. Maybe I am not his type. I have always wanted him to just bend me over the hood of my car and fuck me right there in the garage. I mean it’s not like I haven’t thought about it.

Now I have to get my head in the game. I have two client meetings this morning and I have to interview people to fill the office assistant position for my boss before lunch. I check my e-mails and get ready for my first meeting. As my day goes on, I got my subs topless selfie, and no surprise Maya is standing next to her, but this time she is dressed. I text sub to invite Maya for supper tonight. She texts later that they will be there right after work.

The client meeting all went as planed and I hired a new office assistant for my boss. It’s now two p.m. and I get a call from the security guard that I have escort bayan a visitor. I tell them to send her up. As soon as sub arrives at my office, I close the door and lower the blinds. I tell sub to strip and I get the lunch I bought for us. We talk about her tasks and I praise her for the selfie. She mentioned Maya caught her edging again and was getting concerned. After we finished eating, I had sub satisfy me. She headed back to work once she bought me to orgasm with her talented tongue.

I was still horny from this afternoons session with sub and I was looking for some relief. I needed some cock and I needed it bad. I had about two hours before quitting time. It was going to be a long two hours if I couldn’t find some cock soon. My position here is not going to make this easy. I find professional men, well men in general, like to talk about their “conquests.” I have personally heard the men around here talk. If I want to keep my reputation, I will have to find another outlet. I would have to leave the building if I wanted to get satisfied. I checked my schedule and saw I had clients the rest of the day. Now I am in a real bind, needing some cock and none to be found. I just tough it out.

By time quitting time came around I could have humped a cactus. I headed straight to the gym to see if I could some beefcake. When I got there, I put on my tennis dress and left off the bra and panties. I found a group of men lifting free weights next to the lat machine. I purposely set the weights to heavy and sat down facing the men. The men immediately stared at me making me blush.

I started my reps and of course I could not lift it at all. My arms were above my head and my breast were trying to slip out the of the top as I pulled down on the bar. As I struggled, I lifted my legs slightly to give them a nice view of my bald pussy. Two of the men came over to “help” me. One of the men lightened the weights and the other had me sit up with my back straight. This allowed the top of my dress to gap open and they could see my breasts. I pulled down on the bar as they instructed and lifted my legs again. This time the first man grabbed my feet and told me to keep them on the ground.

This was going nowhere. If I was going to get laid, I was going to have to take more aggressive action. The next time I tried to pull the bar down I opened my knees giving him a clear view of my pussy. Then, after he quit starring at my crotch, I blew him a kiss. He asked if I would like to join them in the sauna and I agreed. I got my towel and headed to the saunas. The two men followed me like puppies.

I went in the women’s changing room and removed my tennis dress. I wrapped my hair and covered myself with a towel. I met the men in the sauna. We check to make sure the sauna was empty and went in. One of the men turned off the heat as I dropped my towel and knelt down if front of them. They dropped their towels and flipped on the occupied sign. I started to suck their cocks. One of the men picked me up and put me down on all fours on the bench in the center of the room. He took me from behind as I sucked the other one off. When he came, he shot his load all over my back. After I swallowed the other man’s load they switched positions. They had me cumming hard. As I was cumming for the second time the man who was behind me shoved his cock into my backdoor. I must remember this as it made istanbul escort me cum even harder, I almost passed out. After they were finished, I could barely walk. They were spent so I went and took a shower and drove home with a smile.

I was home in plenty of time to start dinner. I lit some scented candles and got dressed. I went with my emerald green dress I had purchased Friday. I added a beige belt., beige three inch open toed pumps, gold chain, earrings and bracelet. I wore my hair in a bun. I did my makeup, smoky eye and pale pink lipstick. I was dressed to impress. I was finishing making dinner as sub and Maya arrived.

As we ate, I was able to find out more about Maya’s relationship with sub. With the wine flowing she began to loosen up and reveal they had been together in high school, but had not been with her since. She said she was happy Karen had found me. She told me she knew Karen was my sub and she had always been a submissive. She was not shocked when she caught sub edging at work, but it was the fact she liked to watch.

After dinner we retired to my living room. I had sub clean up the dinner dishes and kitchen while Maya and I talked more about her wants and desires. When sub had finished cleaning, I had her go take a shower. This gave me more time alone with Maya and more information about her. I started planning on what we would do for the rest of the evening based on what Maya told me.

When sub returned, I had her strip and told her she was to refer to Maya as Madam Maya for the rest of the night. I had her go get us some coffee and cake. After she brought us the coffee and cake I had her sit kneeling between us on the floor. I had her repeat her promise to me in front of Maya.

Sub said timidly “Madam Lisa, this sub will do as you ask without question or hesitation.”

I told her now adding, “This subs body is yours to do with as you see fit. This sub only propose is to please you.”

Sub said “Madam Lisa, this sub will follow your orders without question or hesitation. This sub’s body is yours to do with as you see fit. This sub only propose is to please you.”

I said “Good, now masturbate for us, but do not cum.”

Sub smiled and happily complied. Maya watched as sub took her vibrator and started pleasing herself. I saw Maya unconsciously rubbing her nipples. I got up and walked behind Maya. I placed my hand of top of hers and in a whisper “What would you like to happen next?” Maya answered she would like to see sub cum.

I whispered “Would you like her to make you cum?” She answered, “Definitely.”

I reached down and removed Maya’s top. Maya stood up and continued to remove all of her clothes. I stopped sub and gave her new orders, she was now to make Maya cum. Sub’,s eye lit up and said “Thank you, Madam. I will right away Madam.” I slapped subs ass with my open hand and reminded her she it to say “This sub, not I.” Sub lowered her eyes then started using her tongue on Maya’s clit. Maya laid back and spread her legs to allow sub to properly eat her out. During this I went to the closet and retrieved my basket of toys and warmed up the oil.

When I returned Maya was in the mist of multiple orgasms. I got undressed and put on my strap-on. I plunged it deep into subs waiting pussy. Sub screamed with pleasure. I was able to bring sub to orgasm within a few minutes. Maya looked as if she escort could not take anymore. This would not do as I was just getting started. I got the oil out and had sub give Maya a rub down. I switched pegs to the rippled vibrator one then moved Maya into position. I inserted it slowly at first and then slammed it all the way in making Maya scream with pleasure. I had Maya squirting in no time. I had sub offer Maya her pussy to eat and Maya was happy to accept. Maya made sub cum multiple times. I kept thrusting the peg in and out of Maya until they both passed out. I called Donna to come over for some fun and to bring Fifi.

I woke Maya up by inserting an anal vaginal combination vibrator harness on her and locking it in place with the timed padlocks. I set them for thirty minutes and turned on the vibrators on to low power. I told her what I was doing making sure she was comfortable with this then put on a ball gag on her. I turned her around and cuffed her hands and ankles together and set the padlocks for thirty minutes also. I put clothes pins on her nipples and let her enjoy herself.

I was setting up the sex swing for sub when Donna and Fifi arrived. I had Fifi put sub in the swing and I padlocked her in. Donna asked about the new girl and I explained she was an ex-girlfriend of subs. Maya was having multiple orgasms and pulling against the cuffs as we spoke. I put an anal prob and vibrator into sub and turned them on.

Donna went over to see how Maya was doing. Maya’s eyes were rolled back into her head enjoying herself. Donna removed her gag so she could breathe better. She had Fifi move Maya onto the couch so she was more comfortable. Maya was limp and moaning with pleasure. Donna added another thirty minutes onto the padlocks and came over to help me with sub.

We lowered the swing backrest so sub was lying flat. Donna put on her strap-on and I had sub start licking my pussy. Fifi oiled sub up and Donna thrusted the peg all the way in in one shot. This made sub cum instantly. Sub used her tongue to bring me to orgasm and Donna made sure sub kept cumming. After about twenty minutes sub passed out again.

I went check in Maya. Her timer still had ten minutes to go. She had passed out from exhaustion. I turned off the vibrators. Donna was over on my loveseat playing with Fifi. He was sucking Donna’s strap-on clean.

When Maya’s padlocks timed down, we had Fifi move her to my bedroom. I removed the harness and cuffs. She was exhausted and happy. Maya slowly came around. We cuddled for awhile then I asked if she enjoyed her evening. She said she did. I asked her if she wanted to stay. She said yes. Then I handed her a collar and asked her to pledge her loyalty to me. I told her she is only to refer to me as Madam in private and Ms. Lisa in public. I had her put in the collar and repeat after me.

“Madam Lisa, this sub will follow your orders without question or hesitation. This subs body is yours to do with as you see fit. This sub only propose is to please you.”

Maya said “Madam Lisa, this sub will follow your orders without question or hesitation. This subs body is yours to do with as you see fit. This sub only propose is to please you.”

“Good, I will call you sub two. Now go help Fifi bring sub one in here.” Sub two went in the living room and freed sub one from her restraints. She then asked Donna for permission to have Fifi help get sub one down. Sub one and two came back to my bedroom. I informed sub one she was now sub one and that Maya was now sub two. Then I had them repeat their pledge to me together.

I called Donna and Fifi back to my room and we all went to sleep together.

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Dark haired and beautiful, 19 year old Onyx’s usually stoic face betrayed the amazement she felt as she stared through the darkness at her roommate. Onyx’s green eyes pierced through the night and adjusted to the lack of light as they stared onwards to Tanya’s bed, where whimpers of self-pleasure could be heard. This wasn’t surprising to Onyx; after all, she and Tanya had discussed how important it was to masturbate in order to relieve stress and menstrual cramps. It was normal for them to be able to pleasure themselves in the same room, which they did almost every night.

This night, however, was different.

Instead of simply moaning softly, as Onyx knew Tanya to do, Tanya was instead screaming into a pillow. Sounds of wetness arrived to Onyx’s ears, reassuring her that Tanya was fingering herself quickly and roughly. What was more surprising, however, was what Tanya was saying as she got herself off.

“Onyx,” she’d moan into her pillow, quiet, but not quiet enough for Onyx’s keen hearing. “Eat my pussy, please! Oh, Onyx, yes, yes, yes…” And on it went. Tanya probably thought that Onyx couldn’t hear her, or that she had slept with her headphones on as she did every night. It was only by chance that Onyx had woken up with the desire to go to the bathroom.

Now the dark haired college student felt a tingling between her legs. ‘What the fuck,’ she thought to herself as she continued to train her eyes on her seemingly joyful roommate. ‘I’m not a lesbian. I’m not into girls!’ Onyx panicked as she thought of the way her family had condemned homosexual activities; all of her life she had struggled to be the ‘good girl’ of her clan, and now the sounds of her female roommate going at it were turning her on.

Instead of allowing her sexual fervor to grow, Onyx put her headphones back on, turned over in the other direction, said a few prayers, and went to sleep, all the while promising herself that she would forget all about this and never even think about being with a woman ever again.

It had been a few weeks since Tanya’s lesbian fantasy had overcome escort istanbul her good sense and things were as good as normal between the two best friends. Toting natural white blonde hair and a huge rack, Tanya was one of the ‘man eaters’ of their small community college; she was considered a huge slut and had a reputation for sleeping with everything that moved. Despite that all, however, people still liked her: she was well intentioned, after all, and too bubbly not to love.

Onyx and Tanya had hit it off as soon as they had met, the first being from an ultra conservative Catholic family and the latter being the beach-loving Cali Valley girl. With Tanya, Onyx had discovered a whole new world that contained endless nights of boozing, sex, and weed, a lifestyle she had struggled to balance with her academic life. With Onyx’s help, Tanya was getting moderate grades- a first in her over privileged life- and had a few honest-to-God steady relationships. They had helped each other grow, and each loved the other equally.

Despite the friendly façade that wasn’t a complete farce between the two, Tanya had begun to have feelings for Onyx. It had all started one afternoon when Tanya had come back to their dorm room early from class because of an aching headache. When she had gotten back, Onyx was just getting out of the shower and had stood before her with her dark hair hanging down to her waist and her perky little breasts still dripping with beads of water.

Not to mention the fact that her pussy was completely shaved.

Bare and glistening, Tanya glanced at it for a second and suddenly felt a warmth between her legs. Between apologies to Onyx for barging in this early and explanations about her ailments, she managed to get her clothing off as well so that two minutes later they were both standing in the middle of their room buck-naked. Tanya bit her lip and went up to Onyx.

“Could you give me one of those head scratches so I can maybe get to sleep?” Tanya asked her in the most innocent-please-fuck-me voice she could muster up. The blonde was bayan escort aware of their proximity… just an inch closer and they would be nipple to nipple, skin to skin. Tanya was hungry.

Naïve Onyx, of course, chirped, “Of course!” happy to be of service to her friend. She moved forwards towards Tanya’s bed and their nipples brushed momentarily. Onyx thought nothing of it and sat down, patting the place next to her so that Tanya could put her head there. Tanya willingly lied down and let her head be caressed by her friend’s smooth hands.

From that moment, Tanya had wanted to taste Onyx’s pussy.

This weekend was her opportunity.

A long weekend was coming up and the girls were excited to be able to go to Tanya’s father’s house in Los Angeles. It was going to be vacant but for them and whomever they decided to invite over (wink, wink) and both were excited to get away from the stress of college life for a little while.

After driving for a few hours, they finally arrived at the huge condo. Considering the fact that it had a pool and the weather was steamy, both girls came to the consensus that it would be a fantastic idea to take a dip. Onyx, of course, was merely hot from the heat; Tanya was hot for other reasons.

Once in the pool, the two friends spent a while splashing about and floating quietly and serenely as they felt the stress slowly drain out of them. Seeing Onyx’s body in nothing but a skimpy red bikini Tanya had given her made the blonde’s nipples stand attention. She felt familiar warmth between her legs and decided that it was time to make her move.

Swimming to the edge of the pool, Tanya boosted herself out and began to take her bikini off. Onyx had been turned around admiring the backyard, which was filled with beautiful and expensive exotic flowers arranged in gorgeous and creative designs.

“You know, Tanya,” Onyx said, turning around, “we could definitely do a photo…” The dark haired girl’s voice trailed off as she laid eyes on her now naked roommate who was on her back and caressing her nipples istanbul escort bayan while cooing softly. Her pussy was facing Onyx, and it looked wet.

‘It’s just the pool,’ Onyx thought before clearing her voice and saying, “Uh- Tanya?” She couldn’t get much more out; her voice was shaky and she didn’t know how to react or what to say.

Tanya popped her head up. “What?” she asked in the same innocent-please-fuck-me voice she had used the day of the head massage. “I’m horny, we’re alone here, and it’s my backyard. Plus, it’s a beautiful day to be nude outdoors.” Tanya waited a second for a reaction, but there was none; Onyx was stunned silent. “You can’t tell me you’re not just as horny as I am.”

Onyx was horny. In fact, she was very much so. Tanya’s pink and dripping pussy was just staring her in the face; Onyx had never felt more of an urge to entrap something in her mouth than she had at that moment. She had never been with a woman before and would have never thought she’d be attracted to one.

The fit blonde had gone back to her activities and was moaning a bit louder now. She knew that her audience was enrapt in her self-pleasure and was just waiting for the moment she would crack. Looking up again, Tanya realized, with much satisfaction, that Onyx was staring at her mesmerized, her hand dipped into her bikini bottoms. The top was off.

Sitting up so that her legs still hung off the edge of the pool, Tanya beckoned her over with one finger. As if entranced, Onyx waded towards her and looked up at her friend’s pretty face. All of this was rewarded with a single kiss on the lips, a small peck.

“How did that feel?” Tanya asked. Onyx only stared and boosted herself up next to her friend. They stared at each other for a long moment and then embraced one another; their tongues were dancing around in each other’s mouths. Suddenly, Tanya’s hand moved from its position on Onyx’s cheek and lingered on her breast for a while until she began to pinch Onyx’s sensitive nipples. The dark haired girl moaned into her friend’s mouth as Tanya laid her down. It was time to get what she had pined after for weeks.

Tanya, being the dominator, straddled Onyx; the girl on the bottom felt her friend’s warm, hot pussy slide against her stomach and her need to be touched grew even stronger.

To be continued…

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Nina and Simone: A messy new year!

During an epic after party celebration on New Year’s Day, Nina and Simone got fairly plastered, dancing around having a blast as they partied their way into a new year. The two of them got rather close, moving just out of sight from the dance floor so they could kiss without any unwanted attention, happily embracing one another passionately.

As the night went on, Simone looked to pull Nina away for a while, out of all the noise and bright flashing lights. Once she did, the two of them wondered around the building for a few minutes, eventually coming across a side room that had been left unlocked. They opened the door and peaked inside curiously, discovering a huge room filled with a stockpile of dessert products.

Both quite surprised at first, upon seeing so much in one room, they wondered inside gazing around at the wealth of glorious treats waiting to be opened.

Simone paused for a moment as she glanced at Nina with a naughty grin “Wait a sec, I got an idea!” She giggled, heading back to the door and locking it before turning to face Nina again, holding out her hand and beckoning her over with a finger.

Nina strolled over, her slim body clad with a casual suit, all a dark blue along with a pair of matching high heels. Her suit was open and fairly crumpled from all the dancing. Simone wore a dark pair of jeans, black heels and a low-cut, white flowing top that sat loosely with long frilly sleeves.

Simone reached over for an industrial sized can of whipped cream on the shelf next to them and aimed it at her herself, squeezing the trigger and unloading a thick jet of cream onto her exposed chest, poking it into her bra slightly, starting to fill it up with cool cream as Nina licked her lips just as Simone went to put the can of whipped cream back, Nina grinned “I didn’t say stop…” biting her lip gently as she eagerly watched Simone continue filling her bra up with cream.

Simone’s already sizeable bust grew slowly, the can of cream roaring as it unloaded more whipped cream into her bra. She moved it round to fill out the entire bra. Nina licked some cream off Simone’s exposed chest, stroking her breasts as the can of cream pumped more and more into her bra.

Nina licked Simone longingly, the cream tasting sweet on her tongue. Simone stopped filling her bra and lowered the can to allow Nina to embrace her messy chest. She crept her free hand towards Nina’s posh trousers, prying them open at the top and sliding the nozzle down into her knickers. Nina jumped in surprise slightly as Simone squeezed the trigger, unleashing a thick foamy jet of cream into her underwear.

Nina’s crotch bulged as her knickers filled with cream, gradually spreading out into her trousers. She moaned softly as she licked Simone’s boobs clean, pressing herself against her as the cream spread across the front of her trousers.

“You’re gonna be eating all of that out of their you know…” said Nina with a grin, continuing to kiss and lick Simone’s cream soaked breasts, squeezing at her cream filled bra cups, smooshing it all against her flesh.

“Well duh, it’s not the only thing imma be putting down their though.” Simone giggled. Both of them swaying slightly, the alcohol still working through their system.

“Only if I get to do the same to you!” She laughed, cooing slightly as the vibrations from the can of whipped cream oozing into her trousers teased her cunt. Nina stopped licking Simone’s boobs and they started to kiss, pecking at each other’s lips gently for a while before eventually going in deeper, embracing each other longingly. Once the can of whipped cream cream was empty, Simone threw it aside and reached for the closest thing she could find on the shelf next to them.

Nina smiled as she watched Simone peel open a large chocolate pudding. She pried open her trousers and began pouring the entire thing into Nina’s underwear. Simone bit her lips as she watched Nina coo blissfully. Her posh silky trousers got soaked because of the mess inside her knickers.

“More.” Nina moaned softly. She grabbed another pudding and peeled it open. Just as Simone was about to add it to Nina’s trousers, Nina grabbed the plastic escort bayan tub and tipped it into Simone’s cream filled bra.

Simone gasped as the cold chocolate syrup and sponge pudding oozed onto her tits, trickling down into her bra. After throwing the packaging aside, they began kissing again as they groped each other’s bodies where the mess was gradually spreading down their flesh.

Nina bit her lips as she grabbed a can of whipped cream. She opened her mouth and squeezed some cream onto her tongue, leaning closer to Simone as they kissed, letting her swallow the cream on her tongue. Nina smiled as she poked the nozzle of the large can she was holding down the back of her trousers, squeezing the trigger and sending a huge thick jet of cream into her trousers. Simone placed her hands gently on Nina’s arse as it expanded gradually, whipped cream filling up her knickers rapidly as she held the trigger.

“I never realised you could be so dirty!” Nina giggled drunkenly, gently urging Simone away from the door and further into the room full of sticky treats. The can of whipped cream roared as Nina’s knickers filled, spilling out into her trousers and down her legs as her arse expanded gradually.

“You have no idea how dirty I can be… Or how dirty you’re gonna get!” Simone laughed, kissing again as they leaned against one of the shelves, moaning softly Simone grabbed Nina’s hair playfully, running her hands through her locks as Nina continued to fill herself with whipped cream.

Simone slid off Nina’s blue jacket and kicked it aside, gradually peeling the top half of her clothes off to reveal her clean unspoilt bra and yummy cleavage. She stopped kissing briefly as Simone grabbed more whipped cream, this time poking it into Nina’s bra and unleashing a torrent of cool soft cream into them.

Nina moaned softly as her bust grew visibly larger, her bra filling up with cream. Eventually they kissed again, groping each other’s increasingly sticky bodies. Soon ending up on the floor, Nina straddling Simone as she pulled several cartons of custard off the shelf and put them nearby.

She opened the front of Simone’s jeans and wriggled her hand into her knickers as she began rubbing Simone’s cunt, using her other hand and her teeth to tear open a carton of custard, pouring it straight into Simone’s open jeans, smothering her slit in lukewarm custard, watching as it gradually oozed further into her trousers, pooling around her hips and arse as she lay on the floor, most of it starting to travel down her legs, squelching every time she moved.

Simone moaned softly as Nina teased her, tearing open more custard and quickly adding it to the growing wealth of sticky mess inside Simone’s ruined jeans. She quickly opened yet another carton of custard and began pouring it over Simone’s chest and stomach, proceeding to lick most of it off slowly as she made her way down her body.

The two of them groped each other longingly, their jeans squelching as all the sticky mess inside oozed around, travelling down their thighs slowly. Nina eventually made her way to Simone’s hot, wet and sticky cunt, gazing at it as she continued rubbing, listening to her moan as she crept forward and threatened to delve her tongue in deep, licking the area around her slit, sucking up all the sweet gloop that she’d poured down there moments before.

Simone took deep breaths of the sweet scent the custard, cream and pudding produced, closing her eyes as Nina took the dive, going straight for her clit. A sharp gasp followed a flurry of squirming as Simone cooed loudly.

“Oh, baby!” She moaned, biting her lips as she gasped, feeling her body tingle. Nina worked with her fingers in tandem with her tongue, sucking and rubbing together, tasting both a mixture of Simone’s juices and the sticky goodness she was coated in.

Nina giggled as she kept teasing, keeping Simone drifting between climax and relaxation “You sexy bitch… filthy girl!” She growled playfully, slightly muffled as she tongued Simone happily. Nina undid her trousers, gradually opening herself up, stopping her tongue play and urging Simone to sit up.

“Get you legs over here! Sit nice and close…” pulling istanbul escort Simone closer as they sat across one another, now scissoring each other, Nina grabbed as many sticky goodies as she could reach. Simone immediately caught onto the idea, wasting no time in ripping open as many sticky treats as she could.

“First one to make the other cum wins, right?” Simone said shakily, still feeling an intense rush of horny excitement.

“Yep! The loser gets their jeans filled to the brim with those cream fillers over there! But tied up top and bottom so it’s all stuck inside them!” Nina grinned.

“Hmm. I might lose deliberately then… I like this filling stuff!” Simone giggled, starting to pour multiple puddings and trifles into Nina’s knickers, causing the front of her trousers to bulge massively. Nina did the same in return, filling each other up to the limit before starting to finger each other, working relentlessly to make each other cum.

Staring each other in the eyes and biting their lips, both of them tried suppress moans of elation, the room filled with the sounds of heavy sloshing and squelching as the wealth of mess in their underwear was mashed against their cunts, with soft and repressed coos breaking the repetitive sound of squelching.

Pulling each other closer and kissing, they continued to rub one another, both of them getting very competitive as they crept closer to coming with every stroke. Soft moans of ecstasy continued as they fingered each other, pecking one another’s lips gently. Moments came where they stared each other in the eyes, gazing longingly, breathing deeply as the pleasure steadily got more intense.

Nina gasped sharply, catching a sudden spike of excitement, her cunt weeping slightly as she came close to climaxing. Simone noticed it, trying to find that sweet spot again. She couldn’t take her mind off wanting to strip Nina’s clothes off, pinning her down and eating her out, desperately wanting to see what she tasted like down there.

“I bet you taste good… especially with all that pudding down there.” Said Simone softly, biting Nina’s neck playfully.

Nina moaned “You’re welcome to find out, my dear!” Simone was tempted, but really wanted one of them to get filled with cream first. Then it occurred to her, Nina would taste even nicer with her cunt drenched in cream.

“Oh, I will. Once I’ll filled you with all that cream.” She giggled.

“Well, come on then… Otherwise I’ll make you cum and fill you instead.” Nina grinned. Kissing Simone passionately, holding her throat with her free hand.

The moaning got louder as they both teetered on the verge of coming. Thankfully, the party in the main hall was still loud enough to cover up most of the orgasmic cries. The pair of them peppered in love bites as they teased each other, edging closer to release.

Simone felt Nina tensing up, her organic groaning intensifying as she reached the point of no return. Nina gasped as her pussy bursting with cum, Simone pushed her to the floor gently, continuing to rub her cunt eagerly.

Nina moaned blissfully as Simone made her orgasm last as long as possible, cursing as she got intense second winds. “That’s it, ride it out! Feel it.” Said Simone softly, finishing Nina off.

“Looks like I get to fill you up then! It’ll be fun to watch you bulge in those silky trousers…” said giggled, jumping up and dragging the huge cream fillers over. Whilst Nina lay on the floor recovering, Simone found some tape to seal Nina’s trousers up with.

Poking the filler tubes up the bottom of Nina’s legs, she then wrapped her ankles up with tape, making sure nothing could leak out too easily. Nina moaned softly, watching as Simone prepared her for a superb filling.

Simone squeezed the triggers, starting to unload their contents into Nina’s silky trousers. Nina cooed softly as whipped cream burst from the tubes, quickly spreading up her legs “Oh shit… you’re gonna be fucking huge when these are done.” Simone giggled. Watching as Nina’s legs bulged, the cream bubbling up past her knees. Nina’s trousers visibly rippled as cream oozed up her legs.

By now, most of the room was coated in a sticky residue. escort Both Nina and Simone’s clothes were ruined, their bodies also covered in a sticky layer left by the custard and various puddings. Nina glanced up to see her thighs swelling up, she could feel the soft gooey cream oozing up her legs gradually.

“Nearly there. Just a little more… Let’s make that sweet ass nice a big!” Simone giggled, watching as cream oozed up Nina’s hips, starting to bulk out her arse. Her belt seemed to hold most of it in, including the puddings that were already lining her knickers.

“This feels amazing!” Nina moaned softly “I wonder what else we can use later.”

Simone’s hands started getting tired as she held onto the triggers. With Nina almost full, she kept going. The tape at the bottom of Nina’s trousers leaked slightly, and with the material of her silk trousers now soaking through with cream, Simone was eager to make her cum repeatedly.

When the fillers hissed loudly, Simone let go and leapt on top of Nina, squeezing all the cream stuck inside her massively bulging trousers. Nina gasped as cream oozed over pussy. She went to touch herself when Simone grabbed her arms and pinned them down above her head, grinding against Nina’s crotch as she leaned forward, kissing her gently.

Nina moaned softly, breathing heavily as Simone teased her, holding her down tightly. Simone peppered Nina’s neck and chest with dozens more love bites, grinding against her and making Nina increasingly wet.

Simone grinned as she undid her trousers and pulled them down slightly, soon spinning round and planting her pussy within easy reach for Nina, all while she undid Nina’s trousers and began eating the cream off her pussy, covering Simone’s face in cream as she made her way through it all, her tongue soon finding its way to Nina’s pussy.

Muffled moans grew louder as the pussy teasing continued, getting furiously intense as they got hornier. In those blissful moments, neither of them considered how on Earth they would get out of there later on, given that it totally ruined their clothes, and with various puddings that had leaked all over the floor from their trousers.

****

After a few hours had passed, and the party starting to quiet down, Nina and Simone remained locked away in the storage room munching on one another’s pussies. The music was still just sound enough to mask a lot of their blissful moaning,

Nina cried in ecstasy, her legs twitching as Simone finished her again, having barely come up for air since she started. Nina had been fingering Simone the whole time, occasionally using her tongue to spice things up. Both of them covered in each other’s cum.

Simone had become addicted to the delicious taste of Nina’s pussy, diving back in time and time again for another round. Their bodies flooded with dopamine, which would soon lead to the pair of them becoming doped up and exhausted wrecks, after they had ridden out their intense horny frenzy.

The gasping and cooing continued, along with the sound of slapping flesh and sucking as they as they pleasured each other eagerly. The smell of several puddings stuck in their noses, custard, chocolate and whipped cream. Much of the jelly from the trifles they had used was now all across the floor, as was a fair amount of all the other stuff they had filled their trousers with.

Before long, Simone finally came up for air, taking a deep breath and allowing Nina to keep teasing her for a while. Soon she climbed off of Nina and span around, slumping down by Nina’s side and throwing her arms around her, curling up and sighing happily.

“God, that was fucking intense!” Simone sighed.

“Definitely gonna have to do that again sometime…” Said Nina weakly. It didn’t take long before she struggled to keep her eyes open, their ecstatic frenzy began to fissile out.

Eventually they both curled up together, coated in sticky puddings and cream, totally unfazed by it all as they drifted off to sleep in each other’s arms.

Later that morning, Simone awoke. Having sobered up a little since the party, she saw the mayhem they had unleashed on each other that night. She glanced around “Holy, Shit…” she searched for her phone, hoping there was someone she could call to help rescue them.

With their clothes ruined, and much of the room’s contents now all over the floor or in their trousers, escaping unnoticed would be impossible without help.

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Chapter 14

If there was one thing Alex would never tire of, it was the energy spilling into every facet of the theater on an opening night.

Nights like these made her forget that so many of her days in the office blended together into the mundane.

The week before opening night was always a nightmare with fire drill after fire drill. There was always some kind of disaster she had to deal with. Like last minute program changes because a silent “e” was left off an actor’s name, or somehow someone managed to erase half the lighting cues during tech. But by opening night, most of those details had been ironed out.

Even the press had already been dealt with for the most part. There would be a handful of photographers at the opening night party, but this show was celeb-less so there wouldn’t be many.

The reviewers came to the show during the preview performances, so Alex didn’t even need to worry about them.

Now, an hour from curtain, everything was set and she had just gotten back to the theater after going home to change. She held a large bouquet of flowers in one hand as she knocked on the door to one of the dressing room’s backstage.

Courtney answered the door, with a wide smile on her face, wearing nothing but a simple nude camisole, her hair already done up in pin curls for the wig that would cover them.

“My Princess Charming, at last,” she said as she gleefully grabbed the flowers. “But no quickies before a show,” she added as she pointed a warning finger at Alex.

She moved back into her dressing room and Alex followed, rolling her eyes and kicking the door shut with her foot at the same time.

“That’s such a lie. Don’t forget we have shared more than one dressing room with each other and I have walked in on more than my fair share of you in pre-show quickie mode.”

Alex leaned against the counter across from the one Courtney was occupying. Since the cast for this show was so small, Courtney had this dressing room to herself, but it was made for more than one actor so there was a lot of extra counter space and mirrors.

Courtney sat down at the mirror and pulled out her overflowing make-up kit as she looked over at Alex.

“Is that an offer?”

“No. I just came to say, break a leg. Not, fancy a fuck. Sorry, babe.”

Courtney paused her eyeliner application to give Alex a discerning look through the mirror.

“Too bad, because you’re looking like sex on a stick tonight.”

Alex suddenly looked down and smoothed out her shirt. When she looked back up, Courtney was still looking at her, but now her eyebrow was raised slightly.

“And I assume this look isn’t for me. How is our little model doing?”

Alex knew there was no point lying to Courtney and she didn’t really want to. Her entire body had been vibrating since her pizza date with Quinn and she was anxious with anticipation of seeing the woman again in almost an hour.

They hadn’t texted since their moment by the stage door, which was fine with Alex. At this point she felt like she might say something she’ll regret.

Quinn had a way of making her feel more vulnerable than she was used to and her desire to hear those soft moans come out of the woman’s mouth almost paralyzed her from being any kind of productive human being.

“We kissed,” she muttered. “Twice.”

Courtney spun around on the stool she was sitting on and slapped her hands down on her knees.

“You kissed? Girl. You need to tell me that before I start on my eyeliner,” she said as she waved her hand back to her forgotten make-up kit.

“You get ready. We’ll talk about it later.”

Alex walked over to Courtney and turned her stool around so she was facing the mirror again. She bent down so she was face to face with her friend, staring back at their joined reflection.

“Watching you perform is one of my favorite things. Break a leg, babe.”

Courtney smiled at her friend through the mirror as she picked up her eyeliner again.

“Thanks for the flowers, Blanche. You never forget.”

Alex gave one last quick nod and left the dressing room area so she could head out to the front of the theater. She was expected to greet major donors and stakeholders since her father wouldn’t be there in person.

She could picture him now sitting in his office with his bottle of scotch in front of him, waiting for the opening curtain to take his first sip. It was a silly ritual that he did for each show, but Alex preferred not having to deal with him anyway.

Alex was schmoozing with a board member she could actually tolerate when she saw Quinn sweep into the lobby of the theater. She had to force herself not to audibly gasp at the sight.

The brunette was wearing a silver dress that tightened around her middle and flowed out towards the bottom. Up the side of the dress was a slit that came to her thigh and showed off her shapely legs and smooth skin. Her feet were in black strappy heels that complimented the lines of her legs. She reminded Alex escort atakoy of a Russian figure skater, all long legs, pale skin and striking features.

As warm as Alex felt at that first sight of Quinn, that was how fast her blood ran cold when she spotted the person coming in to stand next to the brunette. Spencer, the woman she last saw ogling Quinn at The Library, was lightly grabbing the corner of Quinn’s elbow and laughing about something in her ear.

Quinn laughed back at whatever Spencer had said. Alex was vaguely aware of the board member still talking as she bore her gaze down on the unsuspecting actresses. Excusing herself with as much elegance as she could, she quickly moved over to the two women.

Quinn saw Alex approaching before Spencer did and Alex felt a rush of satisfaction, and maybe arousal too, at the way Quinn’s eyes raked over her body like Alex was a glass of water she desperately needed.

Alex silently applauded her choice of outfit for tonight. When Quinn reacted so strongly to the suspenders look, Alex decided to forgo the dress she had picked out for tonight in lieu of a custom-made tux.

“Good evening ladies,” Alex said as she leaned in towards Spencer to give her a quick kiss on the cheek.

As she leaned into Quinn, she reminded herself she couldn’t just rip the dress off of her right there so to keep the kiss G-rated and firmly on the cheek.

Somehow her lips seemed to hit the side of Quinn’s mouth despite what she had just told herself. Quinn gently squeezed her arm as she leaned back from the peck and Alex gave her a small smile.

“Hey, Alex. You look amazing,” Quinn said as her eyes roamed the blonde’s body again—apparently Quinn’s inner voice was not telling her to be as subtle as Alex’s was.

Spencer, the ever the clueless Casanova, didn’t seem to notice the tension between the other two women and blurted out, “I was just telling Quinn here that her dress is gorgeous. She’s stunning.”

Spencer put her hand on Quinn’s upper arm when she said it and Alex could see Quinn visibly stiffen.

“She certainly is,” Alex said, not even bothering to look at Spencer when she said it.

“If you’ll excuse us, Spencer, I have a few donors I’d like to introduce Quinn to.”

Without even waiting for a response from the other woman, Alex took Quinn’s hand in hers and guided her away to the other side of the lobby where the bar sat. Quinn squeezed her hand as they walked away and seemed more than eager to follow.

The bar area was busy and there wasn’t much space at the counter. Alex used the opportunity to pull Quinn into her so they were closer than they would normally be standing somewhere in public.

“Let me guess, you don’t like people touching your things,” she heard Quinn say low in her ear so only she could hear.

The low vibration and closeness of Quinn’s mouth sent a shiver down her spine. Alex turned her head slightly so she could look into Quinn’s eyes, which held a hint of amusement. She looked down at the lips that just a day ago were wrapped around her own before responding.

“You’re not my plaything, Quinn,” she said seriously.

She then looked away so she could make eye contact with the bartender. He stopped what he was doing and approached immediately, knowing just who Alex was.

“But in general, no I don’t,” she added as she accepted the two flutes the bartender handed over.

Once they had their drinks, Alex motioned for them to move over to the side of the lobby that had fewer people. Alex should have been talking to the donors, directors, and influencers of the crowd, but she found herself drawn to the beautiful woman in silver.

“You really do look beautiful,” Alex said quietly to Quinn as they stood in their private corner.

Quinn looked at her and smiled slowly, “Thank you, Alex.” She looked over the crowd and took a sip of her drink before she added in a whisper, “it was for you.”

They were both quiet for a moment before Quinn turned to her again. “You’ll have to point Janet out to me before we head to dinner. I have no idea what she looks like.”

Alex’s brow furrowed at the mention of “we” and “dinner” and “Janet”. Quinn seemed to notice her confusion, which caused her own brow to furrow.

“She invited me to dinner at her table tonight…I thought you knew,” she said.

Alex’s brow smoothed out as understanding crossed her features. “Oh. No. I didn’t know she invited you. She doesn’t usually invite the artists to her opening night table.”

Quinn continued to look confused. “But I’ll be happy to have you there. These things get really boring sometimes,” Alex said as she smiled sincerely at the brunette.

“Is it weird? That she invited me?”

Alex had never seen Quinn look so self-conscious, but she also knew Mikey usually handled the business side of things for her. And the truth was she didn’t remember Janet ever inviting an actor to the table but the publicist was also a social butterfly and often gravitated towards fame.

Quinn may escort bahcesehir not be famous, but Alex could see her appeal to someone like Janet who made her living on rising the social ladder. Not that she had to try hard with her kind of family money.

“Janet likes to make new connections, so not that weird,” Alex replied as the lights in the lobby started flashing. “Meet me here after the show and we’ll head to the restaurant together.”

“Always bossing me around,” Quinn said as she smiled back.

Alex leaned in so her mouth was close to Quinn’s ear and put her hand on the woman’s lower back.

“You haven’t seen anything yet, Nemo.”

She flashed her a mischievous smile and then turned into the crowd of people making their way to the theater doors. She didn’t look back but could feel Quinn’s lingering gaze on her.

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Ever since her first field trip to see a community theater production of Anything Goes when she was in high school, Quinn had loved the theater. But this show was really making her question that.

By the final curtain, she thought she deserved an award for Most Likely to Fall Asleep Yet Didn’t. She was disappointed she hadn’t gotten to see Alex at intermission, but the blonde had told her she was going to the office to make sure everything was set for the party later.

Mainly she wanted to see her so she could feast her eyes on Alex in that tuxedo again. If she had thought the suspenders the other day might kill her, she couldn’t imagine what her pulse felt like when she saw Alex walking towards her in the lobby earlier.

Alex’s outfit choice gave her the perfect distracting fantasies during the boring production she just had to witness. It wasn’t that the performers weren’t amazing, they were, all of them. But the source material was beyond dry. Quinn couldn’t help but worry that if this was the kind of show Horizon was used to producing, her show was going to be a very different detour from that.

As she came up to the spot she had agreed to meet Alex, she could see the other woman standing there already, scrolling through her phone.

If it hadn’t been for the phone in her hand, Quinn thought Alex looked like an early nineteenth century aristocrat with her regal stance, hand on her hip, and looking like she owned the entire theater and maybe every theater in New York City.

There was something so feminine about the delicate features of Alex’s face and the way her nose was lightly sprinkled with freckles that Quinn could only see if she was close enough.

Her long blonde hair was pulled back into a low side bun tonight, which just helped to showcase smooth skin, shining blue eyes, and a full, entirely too kissable mouth.

Standing there in her tuxedo with an air of such seriousness, confidence and power, she looked untouchable. Quinn couldn’t stop herself from thinking that Alex looked like a really hot, more feminine, Mr. Darcy.

As if Alex could hear Quinn’s salacious thoughts, she looked up from her phone and gave the brunette the smile that seemed reserved just for her. She didn’t make Quinn walk up to her, striding to the brunette with determined steps and a wolfish smile.

“Hello again. Ready? We should get there soon so we can head to the party.”

Alex put out her elbow for Quinn to grab, which she did, feeling like she had the sexiest date to a post-opening dinner that may have ever existed in the world of theater.

Chapter 15

“Tell me more about Janet,” Quinn said as they crossed the street to the theater.

She didn’t miss the way Alex pulled her closer to her body the moment they were alone on the street.

“I feel like her name keeps coming up and now she’s invited me to dinner, and I don’t even know who she is.”

Alex gave a low chuckle— the one that made Quinn’s knees feel a little less stable than they should.

“Janet was my mom’s best friend. So I’ve known her, for well, for forever I guess. She’s owns the PR agency that we use for all Horizon shows.”

Quinn scrunched her nose up at that, which made Alex smile before she continued.

“I know, a publicist, right? I feel the same way in general. But Janet is alright. She was always there for my mom and she seems to have a distaste for my dad. Basically, her husband died when she was in her early 20s and she never remarried. He had a bit of a fortune that he left to her and she calls it her ‘play money’. She’s a big patron of the arts and one of our main donors. Every opening I ever go to, Janet is usually there.”

“I didn’t see your father tonight,” Quinn said. “I thought he’d be there.”

“I haven’t known him to ever sit through an opening night. He says its bad luck, the worst luck. He’s pretty serious about it. He sits in his office and starts drinking once the opening curtain rises.”

“He’s had to have seen an opening before though right? What about when you were in shows?”

Alex slowed their walking since they had arrived escort gungoren at the restaurant. It was a small Italian place that was conveniently right next to the restaurant that would host the post-opening party. She turned to Quinn so she could answer her before they were in the restaurant.

“He’s never seen me perform.”

Quinn knew firsthand that pity was the worst emotion to show someone who’s been through something taxing. But in that moment, all she could do was stop her mouth from hanging open. Her wide eyes had a mind of their own though and she knew she couldn’t hide the shock from showing.

A father who had never even saw his daughter in a show? Quinn’s parents may not be perfect, but they were always in attendance when she performed growing up. She couldn’t fathom a father who’s in the arts, just ignoring the talent and passion of his only daughter.

“Alex, what? He’s never seen you perform? But how is that possible?”

Before Alex could answer, Quinn heard a high-pitched squeal come from across the street. A woman who looked like she was in her 60s was striding across the street towards them, the numerous bracelets on her arm and neck, making almost as much noise as she was.

Quinn couldn’t tell what was dress, what was shawl, and what was some other weird fabric contributing to her outfit.

“Darlings! I’m so glad you’re here. Now, I know that was a bore, but no long faces at my dinner,” the woman finished as she finally came within feet of them.

“Janet, always a pleasure,” Alex said as she leaned into kiss Janet on both cheeks.

Quinn noticed Alex already seemed more at ease with this woman than she’d seen her act with anyone other than Courtney.

Janet made a show of dramatically pushing Alex aside so she could turn her attention on Quinn.

“And here she is. Our beautiful fashion victim. The one who’s going to steal all our hearts soon. Hello, Quinn. You look positively stunning.”

This time Janet leaned into Quinn, kissing both her cheeks, and then held the woman’s arms so she could make a show of getting a closer look.

“And you are stunning,” she added before she looked over to Alex with a small smile.

“Thank you, Janet. I’ve heard many things about you, but I’m going to make you guess whether or not they were good,” Quinn laughed back easily.

“Cheeky, cheeky,” Janet replied. “Let’s eat, shall we? That play made me hungrier than an orphan.”

With that she left them in a wake of her overpriced perfume and walked into the restaurant to no doubt claim her reservation.

Alex smiled at Quinn when the brunette rose her eyebrows.

“Yep,” Alex said. “That’s Janet.”

She motioned for Quinn to enter the restaurant in front of her, and Quinn suddenly felt very naked not having Mikey there to buffer for her.

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Dinner was more fun and more casual than Quinn expected it to be based on her first impression of Janet. It could also be that she was sitting next to Alex and their thighs were now firmly up against each other’s, sending bolts of warmth straight down south.

She was thrilled to know Alex wanted to maintain as much physical contact as she did tonight. If Janet hadn’t been watching the two of them like a hawk all night, she may have even tried to hold Alex’s hand under the table.

It was nice to see Alex relax more than she ever seemed to in the theater and she and Janet had an easy rapport with each other that can only come with years of history.

She was slightly surprised by how few people there were at the dinner. She had expected a long table with board members and influential theater patrons, but this was far more intimate than that.

At the table sat Janet, Quinn, Alex, and a board member she was introduced to as Tim Delvin. She recognized him since he was the person talking to Alex when she arrived at the theater earlier.

Alex introduced them when they got to the table and described Tim as her “favorite” board member. But Quinn didn’t know Alex well enough to know if that was a tactic of schmoozing with big wigs or if it was actually how the woman felt.

It didn’t take long for Quinn to realize Alex must have been sincere. Tim was funny, charming, passionate about theater and while not a good friend of Alex’s, it was obvious he was someone she respected a lot.

Janet on the other hand was everything Quinn pictured when she thought of a loud, brash New York publicist. She made every question into a production and even the most mundane statement came out as if she was telling you the biggest secret in the world.

She peppered Quinn with question after question as if the actress was the most interesting thing she had met in years. Quinn supposed that was a special talent of Janet’s. After a while of that though, Quinn was completely sick of talking about herself so she attempted to steer the conversation.

“Alex tells me you’re a long-time family friend. Are you from New York?”

“God no. I’m from a very small town in Ohio you’ve never heard of. I met Alex’s mom Peggy when I moved to the city for an internship. Back in the ancient times when the printed press was invented,” she laughed with an easy air of someone who didn’t actually believe she was that old.

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Not so long ago I got a new neighbour, her flat is in the building next to mine and our bedroom windows just a few feet apart. About a week after my old neighbour moved out I first saw her, about 5’5″ with short dark hair cut into a cute pixie like style and wonderful curves. I only saw a glimpse of her though the curtains but I was hooked. Of the next few nights I kept a keen eye out for her, but sadly our paths didn’t cross.

After a couple of weeks I had more or less forgotten about her, after all I’d only seen the briefest glimpse. But then one night as I was just getting ready for bed I went to pull my curtains across and there she was. She was lying on her back on a beautiful four poster bed, completely naked. Her legs were spread and with one hand she massaged her breats and with the other she clamped a pink rabbit style vibrator to her shaved pussy. I was definitely hooked now. My nipples suddenly got very hard and my pussy wet. I let my robe fall open and slid a hand into my lacey knickers. I watched her writhe on the bed while I stroked my cunt moaning softly to myself. I watched her to closely I could tell she was close, her back was arching and her mouth wide with silent groans of pleasure. She had moved the rabbit and slowly inserted it into her pussy, bucking harder as she did so. I pinched at my nipples and rubbed my clit harder as I felt the beginnings of my orgasm start to wash over me. I rubbed harder and moaned loud, all the while my eyes fixed on the beautiful woman escort fındıkzade just 10 feet away. I think we came in unison, her back arched and mouth wide as the rabbit worked it’s magic and me transfixed by her beauty. She lay back against the bed, breathing hard, and pulled the vibrator from her cunt, the raised it to her lips and licked it clean. I moaned and felt my pussy twitch again, already to go again. Then she stood up and walked over to the window, stood there for a moment as she slowly drew the curtains. As she did so her eyes met mine and she gave a little wave. She knew I’d been watching. I waved back and shut my curtains too.

That night I couldn’t sleep, every time I closed my eyes I could she her, legs spread and inviting. I brought myself to orgasm 5 or 6 times, but it wasn’t enough, I wanted her.

When I got up the next morning, groggy from too little sleep and soar from too many orgasms I found a note slipped under my door.

“I enjoyed last night, but I’d enjoy tonight even more if you were are my door at 8.00.

Your new neighbour, Josie”

Just the note got me wet again and wishing the hours away. I could barely concentrate at work that day, checking the clock every two minutes and aching for 8.00pm to come so I could.

Finally it was time, I has dressed in my sexiest lingerie, black lace thong and matching bra. I slipped on some heels and a short black mac. A cliche but a good look. I was outside her door band on 8 escort topkapı dripping with anticipation. She opened the door wearing nothing by a red silk robe which she swiftly dropped on the floor. I did the same with my coat and then looked at her face to face for the first time. She was even more stunning up close. Big green eyes sparkled with anticipation, perfectly tanned with large dark nipples, already hard and begging to be sucked. And of course her completely shaven pussy. She lead me to the bedroom and laid down in the same position as the night before; head back against the pillows and legs spread. “Fuck me!” she purred.

I didn’t need telling twice, I climbed onto the bed and kissed her passionately and then headed south. I need to tasted that pussy. I took a second to breathe in her beautiful heady scent and pink lips before I ran a finger gently over them and then parted them. Breathing her in deeply and then blowing a stream of air on to her clit which quivered in anticipation. Her lips were glistening and her let out a moan, “Please, fuck me…”

As the words came out of her mouth I flicked her clit with the very tip of my tongue and then circled around it. She moaned again. I repeated the movement and then licked the entire length of her cunt, letting the taste of her seep over my tongue. I licked down and back up to her clit and circled it a few more times, slow enough to drive her wild but with just enough pressure too. Her breathing was deeper escort mecidiyeköy and she moaned again. I started to lick her clit harder and faster with my tried and tested method, two licks around the clit, then five flicked up and down it, then licking the length of the her, to catch her juices and the repeat. It was driving her wild. As I felt her respond to my movements I slid a finger into her her dripping pussy. She groaned “More. Fuck me harder. OH GOD!”

I pulled my finger out and slid two back in and began to finger fuck her, while flicking her clit. With each thrust of my fingers her moans grow louder and her cunt wetter. Soon her back was arched and she was screaming with pleasure, her body spasming with pleasure. Once the pleasure subsided she flopped back against the pillows and let out a long sigh. I licked her again, catching the last of her juices and then slid up her body to kiss her.

“That was definitely better then last night! Now let me thank you…”

We kissed again then the moved down to my breasts, reaching to unhook my bra and realise my nipples, which she sucked, rolling them across her mouth until I moaned. Then she ran her tongue down my stomach to my begging pussy.

I spread my legs wide as she parted my lips with her tongue, finding my clit instantly, making me groan. Her tongue moved quickly and I could feel my orgasm building up within seconds,after all I’d been waiting all day for this. Her tongue was hitting all the right spots and I came hard into her mouth, before she’d even started to finger me.

We both lay back against the pillows to recover, kissing, and enjoying the taste of our sex on each others lips. After a few minutes I was ready to go again.

“What now?” I purred in her ear…

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It was a very hot evening in May. I was alone, doing household chores leisurely at home expecting the arrival of my hubby. We had plans to go for shopping and a late night dinner in a cozy restaurant. I had almost finished everything and proceeded to the bathroom for a refreshing bath. Had a nice bath and dabbed perfume to entice my hubby, expecting to have a quickie before going out(he usually falls into the trap).I pulled out a transparent nightgown and changed into it. I was humming a popular song when I heard the doorbell. When I peeped through the peephole, I saw my neighbour’s daughter, a 19-year-old, college student, standing there with some books. I opened the door to let her in. The girl, a very friendly one at that, used to address me ‘sister’ (may be, because of the age difference) and my hubby as ‘uncle’. A pretty, buxom girl, with sharp features and curves, in fact. She used to come to my house quite frequently in some context or other. She used to taste the dishes, especially the South Indian, and compliment me; in exchange, she brought, many times, the delicious items prepared by her mom. She used to compliment me on my appearance and had told my hubby that he is very lucky to have me as his wife. Expecting some sort of such an encounter with her, I let her in and asked what she wanted.

Entering in, immediately she let out a hissing sound and inhaled heavily the perfume lingering in the air and said with a wink, “Wow! Sister — You look so gorgeous in this nightgown. Is Uncle in? Have I disturbed you both? If I had, I’m sorry and I’ll come after some time.”

Hearing this, I blushed and held her hands and pinched her cheeks and said, “You naughty girl, your uncle is not yet home. We have planned to go out shopping and for dinner. I am dressing up for the event.”

She looked a bit disappointed. She told me that she knew that I would be available for the evening and as she had to prepare for her examination and needed my help in that context, she wanted to sneak in for a while but as we are supposed to go out, she was about to return to her home. I apologised to her about my non-availability and asked her if she would like to have some coffee as I planned to have a cup then, she said she would join me for a cup of nice hot coffee. She added that even the coffee that I prepared tasted something extraordinary I went to the kitchen to make coffee, more than that to hide my embarrassment because of her praise she followed to me to the kitchen without stopping even for a while praising me about my looks, my walking style, the way my hips sway when I walk, the firmness of my butts, etc taking the cups of coffee, we proceeded to the living room and sat down on the couch.

She was wearing a short skirt and a loose tops which revealed that she was not wearing anything underneath her low cut tops. Her tits were well formed and the nipples, sharp and thick, are quite visible through her tops. Sipping the coffee, I asked her if the lessons to be completed can wait till the next morning, so that I could help her the next day. She told me that the exams are around the corner and she had already prepared well for it; only a few topics that are somewhat difficult needed my assistance.

When I was about to give her a reply, the telephone rang. I knew it was from my hubby. I picked up the receiver and I immediately blushed because it was from my hubby. He immediately kissed me over the telephone and first apologised for not keeping up the appointment and told me that as he had to meet a client from abroad who had just turned in and because of the meeting which may extend for about more than şişli escort three hours, he said that we could go for shopping the next evening. He suggested me that I need not wait for him for dinner. I sounded too disappointed but told him that’s alright with me and returned the kiss and replaced the receiver on the cradle.

When I returned to the couch, the girl (her name is Vinoo) seemed to be very happy. She told that she happened to overhear the conversation (only the replies given by me) and since the appointment has been cancelled, she asked me whether it would be possible for me to help her out. I told her since my hubby is expected around 11.00 p.m. it will not be a problem for me and I gave a positive response. I invited her to have the dinner with me.

She went out to tell her mom that she would be with me for a while preparing for her exams and she would have dinner at my place. By the time she came back within fifteen minutes, I had made some sandwiches and kept in the freeze the milkshake for dessert.

She came in and sat by the table. When I left the couch to reach the wardrobe to change into a jeans and a t-shirt, she asked me to remain the nightgown and said with an evil grin that she wanted to see me in that attire. She told me that I need not feel embarrassed and again told in a husky tone that my hubby is quite lucky to feast on such an angel. I told to stop the crap and went to the table to assist her in her lessons. She moved by my side and scooped down to point out the lessons in which she had some trouble.

Lo! When she stooped down, I got a clear view of her bouncing tits with the pointed nips and the titillating cleavage. The valley and the mountains did excite me and an urge to touch it started erupting and my heartbeat and pulse rate went rapid. Because of such nervousness, I dropped her book and pen on the floor. She saw me and tried to retrieve the book. In order to hide my feelings, I bent down to floor to pick up the book and the pen I got a nice view of her nice legs and well shaped thighs and to my shock, she wore no panties, and her bushy pussy was clearly visible. I was lost in some deep dense forest.

She was telling something about her lesson which I could not grasp my mind was somewhere else. The previous encounter, my only lesbian encounter that I had in Bangalore few months ago, flashed in my memory and I wanted to experience it again with this girl. But, I was a bit apprehensive being my neighbour, it may even spoil my reputation if she felt offended.

Vinoo shook me by my shoulders and asked me where I was. She told me that she could smell something wrong with me and asked me what the matter was. I hid all my feelings and told her nothing but my hands were shaking and I was a bit nervous. Vinoo somehow discovered my nervousness and the palpitation. She indeed told me that she had discovered my state of nervousness and asked me to just relax. She held my hands for a while, coming too close to me. I felt her tits brush against my cheeks and could not control myself.

I closed my eyes and bit my lips to gain some inner strength to clear all the thought but, to my utter surprise, she started caressing my cheeks and neck tracing her fingers to my lips when I started to stop any further advances from her side, she told me that she had been waiting for such a nice opportunity for quite long and only then she had been showered by the Almighty a blessing so that she could gain an access with my inner self went on blabbering sweet nothings about my physical specialties. I lost my self-control and extended my hands to her to hold; she eskort taksim came very close and gently pecked a kiss on my cheeks and traced her tender fingers on my sweet lips. I did not resist much and I was also in a fire of passion. I responded to her gentle kiss on my lips and returned the kiss. She thanked me for being so responsive and hugged me close to her.

The clock chimed the time was 8.00 p.m. She held me too close and was hugging me with more strength. Her hands were moving freely behind my back tracing their way from the nape to the hips travelling all over my back. she whispered in my ears to be nice to her and love her long pending dreams to come true. I was becoming bolder. I too, having become so hot and horny, started caressing her cheeks and shoulders… my hands started roaming here and there all over her body feeling the curves and mounds Vinoo told me that she had been waiting all along to have such an ‘encounter’ with me, from the day 1 she met me only that day her wish was fulfilled we started passionately kissing each other on the lips, cheeks, neck, bosom….

Vinoo suggested that we should get rid of our clothes and we did. I did not gather enough courage at first but after shedding her clothes, she came forward to remove the nightie from my person we both were stark naked eyes feasting on other’s body Generally, when I and my hubby have sex, invariably, I would be the aggressive one and my hubby used to relax a lot being a passive lover. But, with Vinoo, I let her to be the active one and I remained very much passive. She laid me on the bed and let her tongue travel from my neck to my bosom leaving a trail of saliva. I wanted her to kiss me and to taste her sweet mouth… I pulled her above me and kissed her vigorously on her mouth, pushing my tongue deep in her mouth, licking and biting her lips savouring her sweet lips she pushed her tongue into mine, entangling and kissed me hard on my mouth. I somehow gathered enough courage and let my hands freely wander all over her body, sliding down her back to clutch her butts feeling the soft, warm fleshy mounds, caressing her thighs, all the while kissing and licking her lips and whole face while Vinoo was caressing my fleshy breasts and pinching my pointed nips. Our hips ground against each other trying to smash the other and occasionally, the clits came into contact, making the pussies wet and slippery. I pushed her down and straddled her, started kissing her breasts took one nipple at a time, started munching and biting her hands now groped between my thighs and rested on my pussy caressing my clean strip(I and my hubby always liked it that way) rolling my clit between two fingers and sending electric sparks fly all over my body.

I start hissing, moaning and making all sounds unable to control any further, I take a full turn, licking all over the body from neck, to breasts, stomach, wetting the navel pit with my tongue, leaving a trail of saliva, to her snatch while my pussy is just right above her mouth. Vinoo pulled me down to her mouth, grinding my hips on her face, while I let my tongue slip over the length of her cunt, up to her bunghole Her pussylips are vibrating her hole became so wet, the fluids just started flowing. Both the heads were bobbing up and down on their respective feasts, feasting on the overflowing fluids, occasionally stopping to catch breath and to let out ecstatic moans all the while the hands caressing each other’s limbs, butts, what not I was in a frenzy of lust and passion cumming in gushes sending out streams of sweet creamy cum. Vinoo’s face was covered with my sweet cum. Vinoo too came escort mecidiyeköy in like a well flowing river giving me more than what I wanted to drink We laid side by side having exhausted from the fun we had I could not see her face.. I felt so shy and weak to face her. But, she was so jubilant and slowly winked at me, letting out a satisfying smile. I too smiled, albeit so weakly, at her.

She asked me about the experience and whether I liked it. I told her that I did. She asked my permission to let her use the loo. I too wanted to urinate. She invited me to the loo for some watersports which I readily accepted, we went to the bathroom, urinated on each other with gusto, playing with amber liquid on our bodies, had a little fun there. We then washed ourselves with soap and freshened with dabbing some perfume.

Hugging tightly and holding each other, we moved in to the bedroom once again for some more play which I initiated. Her tongue in my cunt was not enough for me. I went to the fridge and removed a fresh, green, long cucumber (it was almost one foot long and 4-5″ inches thick..) washed and wiped it clean brought it to her and told her that we would fuck each other with the help of the cucumber and we did inserting one end into her, the other end was in my snatch, deep enough our clits came into contact we started humping and pumping all the while brushing our tits and lips kissing on the lips, caressing the nips, butts, fingering the navel, massaging the firm butts, inserting one finger in the bunghole, fingerfucking the ass, exploring all sorts of fantasies and we CAME again violently We slowly got up and had our dinner (of course, without dressing up ourselves) had the milk shake for our dessert, kissed the other’s lips having some milkshake in the mouth, transferring the contents to the other and played with the tits I told Vinoo that it’s high time to get dressed and get ready to receive my hubby as the time was nearing 10.30 p.m. I went to the living room to retrieve my nightie and she followed suit.

She just started wearing her skirt and t-shirt when I heard the screeching of the main gate when I peeped out of the window lifting the screen, I was shocked to see my hubby entering in the portico I was scared. I motioned Vinoo to an utter silence…and directed her to the table.

Vinoo rightly got the message and went to the table and she did something which I never expected I waited for a few seconds to hear the doorbell ring. I deliberately delayed to open the door (if I am asleep, naturally, the delay is justified) and went to the door as if I was walking in sleep. I opened the door to let my hubby in. Immediately on entering the room, he hugged me, kissed me softly on my lips, and told that he was so sorry for canceling the appointment and promised that he would make up the lapse the next day. He continued to tell something and he noticed Vinoo, sleeping on the table on her book kept wide open. He raised his brows and turned towards me. I replied him, “Oh, poor girl her exams are around the corner and she requested me to assist her in her lessons. I helped her to solve some of her problems and she arrived at excellent solutions for very difficult problems. I let her continue with her studies and I had my dinner. I was reading some book and gradually fell asleep… Okay, darling, let me wake her up and send her home.”

My hubby told me not to disturb her, but Vinoo woke up (?) from sleep as if because of a nightmare. She smiled at me and my hubby and apologised for falling asleep. My God what a show it was. I could not believe my eyes she was a talented artist, I must say. She thanked me and my husband, bade good night and went out of my house. I walked with her to the gate to see her off. On the gate, she told me to wait for the next occasion (which, eventually, never came.)Pls do send me your comments…

Lov,Sumi.

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Gina knocked on the door of Jason’s apartment and waited. She hoped he’d be home on a Saturday afternoon as she didn’t want to waste the trip. But she’d finished the papers for the meeting on Monday and there was no way that slut Tracey was going to get the credit.

It was hot, but Gina was comfortable in the tiny top and cut off shorts she had chosen. She’d turned to and fro to check her reflection in the mirror in the foyer. Great, she thought. Hair mussed up just right. Boobs pressing against the top. Plenty of cleavage.

Her boss Jason answered the door. She’d never had such a young boss before and Jason was hot as well. How she lusted after this guy. And how she wanted to make sure she fucked him before Tracey. Unless, heaven forbid, he’d already fucked Tracey.

“Hi Gina,” Jason said. “I didn’t expect to see you on a Saturday.”

Gina leaned towards him and hoped Jason was getting an eyeful of her boobs. She ran her eyes down his body from his shaggy blonde hair and his stubbled chin, the shirt with the metal press studs he was wearing unbuttoned to mid chest – rape shirts her girlfriends called them – to the tight jeans he wore low on his hips, and his bare feet.

“I finished the papers for you,” she cooed. And I thought you might like to see them before Monday.”

She could see Jason looking down the wide gap in her top and leaned in even more. He spoke without lifting his eyes from her chest.

Well that’s great,” he said. “You’d better come in. It’s hot. Can I get you something to drink?”

She nodded, handed him the papers and stepped inside. The house was cool. Jason held out a hand which she took and held onto. She didn’t care if he thought she was forward.

Jason led her through to the kitchen.

“Take a chair,” he said. “I’ll fix you a drink. Coke? Or something stronger?”

“Stronger. Please,” Gina said.

He walked to the refrigerator. She watched his ass move inside his tight jeans, and his back flex inside his shirt.

“Beer?”

She nodded.

“Nice apartment,” she said.

“It’s great,” Jason said, opening the beer. He handed the can to her and then stood up close. She could see his smooth chest inside his shirt. How she wanted to tear his shirt open and put her lips against his fresh skin.

“We’ve been here five years now.”

We, she thought. His wife? Girlfriend? Funny how she was his secretary but she’d never spoken to his partner.

“Bring your drink into the living room,” he said, and led her through the door to the sofa where he sat. Gina sat too, drawing her legs up beneath her so she could sit and face him.

Jason still had the papers and opened them, reading for a moment.

“These look great,” he said.

“I’m glad you like them,” Gina said. “I know what you were looking for and I was worried Tracey wasn’t on the right track.”

“Tracey?” Jason said absentmindedly.

“Yes. Tracey the slut,” Gina spat.

Jason looked surprised.

“Slut?”

And then he laughed.

“Yes, she is a slut. Remember what happened at the Christmas party? Oh no, you weren’t there.”

But Gina had heard about Tracey. She’d serviced every guy in the place. Blow jobs all round. No wonder she was popular.

“Tracey’s a party girl,” he said. “Are you?”

He had a strange look.

“I might be,” Gina said, moving a little and pulling her top down to give Jason an even better look. She was feeling hot just sitting on the sofa with Jason, thinking about how close they were and hoping he’d give in to whatever fantasy might be running around his head.

Her words worked. He moved a little closer and placed his hand on hers, where she was holding her top down.

“I guess if you want to get ahead of Tracey, there’s some things you can do.”

“Sure,” she said. “I could start by sucking your cock.”

Jason smiled.

“How about I start by sucking your tits?”

Gina lifted her top over her head. Jason placed a hand on each tit and squeezed, softly at first.

“You have beautiful tits,” he said.

“Thank you.”

He squeezed harder. Then kissed them. Then squeezed even harder, making her squeal.

“Was that too hard for you?” he asked.

“Maybe just a little,” Gina said.

“Well,” said Jason, with an evil grin. “If you want to be my favourite girl, it’s going to get even harder than that.”

She stopped smiling. He held her fast on the sofa now and her squirming just brought them closer.

“Honey, surely you didn’t come here just to flirt.”

“Well, no,” she said. “I came to…”

“To what,” said Jason pushing his face into hers.

Gina swallowed hard.

“Let’s cut the crap,” he said. “You came here to seduce me. That’s a nice old fashioned word. And hey, that’s great. You’ve seduced me now so I’m going to enjoy myself.”

He leaned in and kissed her, hard, biting at her lips, forcing his tongue deep into her mouth. She struggled for air until she was gasping when he pulled back.

“So that’s the kissing out of the way,” he escort bayan said. “Well, mouth kissing anyway.”

Jason stood and removed his shirt.

“Unzip my jeans and suck my cock,” he said.

Gina smiled. He was a little rough but cocksucking was her specialty. She reached out, pulled down the zip and extracted his cock. All ten inches of rock hard cock sprang into her face. He was cut neatly and she locked her mouth around him. Immediately he put is hands behind her head and pulled her head onto his cock until she could feel him at the back of her throat. Jason was relentless, dragging her onto him and holding her there, his massive swollen cock filling her mouth. She was gagging.

He let her go.

“Fuck it, Gina. It’s just a cock,” Jason said. “You’ve sucked cock before. I know you have. The other guys at work say you’ve sucked cock. Let’s try again and this time suck it properly. Suck it like Tracey.”

So Tracey had sucked Jason’s cock. She tried to speak but already he was pulling her onto his cock again, hard. There was no escape. His cock, as big as any she’d deepthroated, was fully extended into her mouth, beyond the top of her throat. She was gagging again. She tried to lean down so he had a straight path into her throat, but it was no good. He was thrusting into her, fucking her face, and she used all her strength to push him away, then turned and coughed uncontrollably, spitting his precum and her drool onto the carpet.

“Honey. You’re the sweetest little cocksucker in the office, but I don’t want sweet,”Jason said. “I want full-on filthy fucking whore. Do you understand?”

He was shouting at her. She looked up. His handsome face was snarling in a way that made her scared and horny at the same time.

She nodded.

“Then tell me what you are,” he said.

“A whore.”

“A cocksucking whore,” Jason said. “Say it.”

“I’m a cocksucking whore,” Gina said.

“A cocksucking Asian whore.”

“A cocksucking Asian whore,” she said.

“That’s more like it,” Jason said, and began fucking her mouth again just as hard as before.

This time she built up a rhythm and found his cock easier to take. She’d admired his package through his tight pants many times, but she’d never realised just how big he was. Still, she was more comfortable and was able to suck him strongly, his balls under her chin, his torso slapping against her nose, while looking up at him as much as possible.

“You are a filthy fucking whore,” he said. “You know, when I was fucking Tracey in the office last week she asked me if I’d fucked you. I said no, but that I planned to. Maybe you heard us. Maybe you watched me fucking her across the photocopier. Did you watch me fuck her ass and then slam my cock straight into her mouth? Maybe that’s why you came today. To get some cock from ass to mouth. Yeah?”

Gina tried to reply and nod, but Jason’s cock prevented her making any sound besides the sucking and slurping noises which escaped around the sides of the fleshy plug which filled her mouth.

“Tracey is a great cocksucker,” he said. “And she’s got a neat cunt and a tight ass. And there’s no violation she won’t take to get ahead. Do you understand, my lovely Asian cocksucking whore?”

He stopped ramming his cock into her mouth, but just held it there, his hands holding her tight against his balls, and looked down. With his free hand, he lifted her head up by the chin until she was straining around his cock to meet his eyes. Then he ran his fingers around her lips where his cock was slashing her face, caressing both her lips and his cock. She wanted to gag, to get his cock moving again, but he just held her tight and still.

“So,” he said slowly and deliberately. “When we’ve finished cocksucking, we’re going to work our way through all the other options.”

And then he made a circle with his fingers and fucked her mouth through the circle while his other hand held her head tight onto his cock.

And then with her least expecting it, his cock exploded in her mouth. His warm cum gushed into her throat as he withdrew from her mouth, slowly, so that ropes of cum looped back from her lips to his knob which bobbed inches from her face. Then he knelt down beside her and kissed her roughly again, his mouth dwelling on her cum-soaked lips and cheeks.

“I was wrong,” Jason said. “We haven’t done with kissing.”

He held her up to his face and thrust his tongue into her mouth.

“Do you like the taste of my cum?”

“Mmm,” she said.

“Tracey likes the taste of my cum,” he said. “And she likes it even more when it’s gushing out of some other slut’s ass. Have you tasted cum straight from an ass?”

“Um, no,” Gina said. This was getting uglier than she’d expected. Jason was a pretty guy, but he was sure turning out rough. And if Tracey had tasted his cum from some other girl’s ass, who was the other girl he’d fucked? His partner? It was just the two girls at the office. Did he invite Tracey home for threesomes?

“Let’s get more comfortable,” istanbul escort Jason said, throwing her onto the couch. He pulled her hips up and removed her shorts and then her panties. She could feel him roughly fingering her butt cheeks and then her butthole.

“You have a gorgeous fuckable asshole. You know that? What do you think I’m going to do now?”

“Fuck my ass?”

“You betcha, honey. I am going to fuck your ass, long and hard. First with my cock and then with whatever I can find,” Jason said.

Gina felt him spit on her ass and then work his fingers inside her tightest hole. It felt great, but she worried about how rough he meant to get with her. It was too late to back out and she feared this was going to hurt, however much she could use the experience to get ahead at work. At least she would now be on a par with Tracey. No wonder Jason paid Tracey so much if she was letting him fuck her any way he wanted.

Jason had three fingers in her ass now and was working his way past the second knuckle. He leaned down, his grip tightening at her rear, and with his knee in her back, pulled her head round with his other hand and looked her in the eye.

“Honey,” he said. “This is gonna be one helluva’n ass fuck.”

He leaned down and kissed her hard again, fingers still in her ass, then pushed her head down, and withdrew his fingers. Then she felt him behind her, mouth against her ass, spit then tongue, then fingers and tongue, stretching and kneading her. It hurt and pleasured her at the same time. She pushed her head into the cushions and arched her back to meet him.

“Mmm,” he said. “That is one tight sweet fuckable ass. I don’t know why we haven’t done this before. But hey, I want you to make more noise. Tell me what you want, you ass-fucked whore.”

“I want you to fuck my ass,” she said. “As hard as you can.”

“Shit, Gina,” he said. “Put some feeling into it. I am going to split you in two and then some, and you just want it harder?”

He slapped her hard. It stung.

“Now ask me,” he said.

“I want you to hurt me,” she said. “I want you to make me squeal. I want you to do whatever you want with me. I am your fucktoy.”

“Hmm,” he said. “See how you can do better if you try?”

And then he put his mouth to her ass again and she felt his tongue probing her ring and then inside. She closed her eyes waiting for him to finish tonguing her and thinking about how his cock would feel inside her ass.

And then she heard the front door open, then voices. She even thought she recognized some of them.

“Hey, man. We interrupting something?”

Gina bent around. It was Jimmy from the office, his leering face just inches from her. She’d let Jimmy fuck her once in the store room. He was an ass man too.

“Jimmy,” Jason said, sitting up. “I’ll fix you a drink. Why don’t you take over and finish off my little Asian slut.”

“Don’t mind if I do,” Jimmy said, lifting his Tshirt over his head, unzipping his jeans and sitting behind Gina.

And as Jimmy pushed his fingers into her ass and with the other hand grabbed her mouth and pulled her head back, Gina heard more voices. And with her head back, over Jimmy’s shoulder she saw other guys from the office, and then Tracey walk in. Jason was standing by the bar, naked, mixing drinks. Tracey walked over and they kissed, long and hard. She was wearing a bikini top and short shorts, and looked every inch the tanned whore that Gina knew she was.

“Hey guys,” she said, spying Gina on the couch with Jimmy mauling her. “What do we fucking have here?”

Tracey walked over, patted Jimmy on his naked back, then sat in front of Gina. Jimmy let go of her mouth and Gina turned back to see Tracey’s snarling face.

“Gina,” she said. “You didn’t tell me you wanted my job, you treacherous little cocksucker.”

“No,” Gina said. “I was just doing some overtime and things got out of hand.”

Tracey laughed.

“Out of hand as in you and Jason are naked and Jimmy’s hand is up your ass and you’ve got cum all over your face.”

Tracey leaned down and licked Gina’s face.

“Mmm,” she said. “Jason’s cum. Hey guys,” she said. “We were planning a gangfuck anyway. Why don’t we teach Gina a lesson about the consequences of being a treacherous little slut?”

Gina closed her eyes for a moment, listening to their words of approval, and when she opened them, Tracey and all four guys in the room were naked and gathered round. She’d never been gangfucked before and there seemed nothing she could do now but lie back and enjoy it. And why not? The guys were good looking, they were all workmates, Jason had already fucked her, and she was going nowhere in a hurry.

But when Tracey kissed her hard she wasn’t so sure. And when Tracey made way for the guys to stand around while she went behind and started fingering Gina’s ass, she was convinced this was going to be the fucking of her life.

“Guys,” said Tracey. “I want to see it all. Face fucking. Deep throating. Spit roast. istanbul escort bayan Just do what cums naturally. You OK with that, slut?”

Gina nodded and was about to speak, but Jimmy pushed his hard cock into her mouth and someone pushed her head onto him, hard and relentlessly. And the whole time someone else, Tracey she guessed, worked their fingers into her asshole and her cunt.

“Don’t answer,” Tracey said. “You’re our cumslut for the afternoon and you might as well get used to it.”

Gina worked her tongue around Jimmy’s swollen cock which was unavoidably plugging her throat. He was much the same length as Jason, maybe a little fatter, and was soon banging against the back of her throat, his precum swishing round her mouth. But just as they settled into a rhythm, he withdrew and was replaced by the guy from accounts – Kevin? He pinched her cheeks and then pushed them together to tighten her mouth up on his cock. Kevin was not only bigger than Jason and Jimmy, but he was rough. She gagged as Kevin shoved his fat cock between her lips and into her throat, her spit coming up around his cock each time he partially withdrew.

“Cough it up, slut,” Tracey said, roughly turning Gina’s head round so she could spit on the floor. But once she was leaned over onto her side a little, Tracey and the guys kept turning her onto her front. Her face was up against Jason’s flatscreen TV and she realised a DVD was playing. Someone turned the sound up, and she heard a woman scream. She focused and saw a woman being fucked by more cocks than she could count. At the same time, a cock split her own pussy and a finger slipped into her ass.

“Do you like this porno?” Tracey asked. “We thought we might play it and take some cues while we fuck you.”

Gina went to speak but a hand grabbed at her mouth, pulling her head back. Tracey leaned down into her face.

“The silly slut on the film lets eight guys gangfuck her in every way you can imagine and even more ways you can’t. There’s only four guys and me here, so you’re going to cum off easy.”

The cock in her pussy was joined by several fingers.

“Do you know what double penetration is, slut?” Tracey asked.

Gina grunted.

“Triple penetration?”

Gina grunted again. Jimmy was lying on the couch beside her and pulled her onto him. She felt someone insert Jimmy’s cock into her pussy. Then someone grabbed at her ass, pulled her apart and a cock slid in. She could feel the guy on her back but had no idea who it was. And then as he leaned down close until she could feel his breath on her neck, something else was inserted into her pussy. She hurt and screamed with pain.

“Shut the fuck up,” Tracey yelled and slapped her face. “You’ve got a cock up the ass and two cocks in your cunt, and when Jason joins us you’ll have his sweet cock in your mouth as well. Four cocks, you sad little cumslut. Have you ever fucked four guys at once?”

Gina could only moan.

And then things got worse. She was sure she heard a camera click. And then as Tracey held a hand against her head and Jason slid his cock into her mouth, she saw the digital camera out of the corner of her eye, in Tracey’s other hand.

“These photos are going to look great on the web,” Tracey said. “Gina our dirty triple penetrated cock whore.”

Jason filled her mouth as completely as she remembered from earlier. But he was pounding away hard, pushing his knob into her throat, then holding, then pulling back and plunging in again. Plunge and hold. And then she was gagging and could feel her spit and his precum, and the remains of his cum from before. And she wanted to disengage, to cough, to rinse and spit it out, but she couldn’t. His cock was fully inside her, his torso filling her gaze, his balls slapping her chin. And the other guys were in her pussy and her ass. The guy in her ass was slamming into her, hard and rapid, banging her into Jason. And she could feel a cock in her pussy and someone else’s fingers stretching her hole as well. And all the while the woman in the porno playing on the TV was yelling ‘fuck me harder you pussies’ and the guys were responding ‘suck my fat cock you whore’, and Tracey’s laugh and the clicking of the camera kept going round in her head.

And then they disengaged and she breathed, then spat, mucus and cum and whatever ran down her chin and onto her tits. Hands grabbed her and she was rolled over again. She opened her eyes and the TV screen was in view. The woman on the screen was bent over a bed. There was a guy underneath with his cock in her pussy. A second guy was kneeling at her head with his cock in her mouth. A third guy was crouched over her back with his cock in her ass which was bent high, the asshole stretched alarmingly. And a beautiful naked blonde woman was helping a fourth guy, a young muscled guy with a huge cock, feed this massive tool in between the two guys at the rear so this woman took a second cock into her pussy.

“Now that is fucking hot. Let’s try that,” she heard Jason say. Then Kevin was beside and under her on the couch.

“I never knew you were such a great fuck,” he said to her, pulling her face down to him and kissing her roughly.

Then someone, Tracey probably as the person had soft hands, fed Kevin’s cock into her pussy, then thrust a cushion under them both, pulling her ass up.

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My friend Ruby and I have been friends for over twenty years.

Her husband Joe and I use it date back when Ruby was married to Shawn.

To make a long story short things worked out for the best. Ruby and Joe have been married now for close to five years.

We are all still the best of friends and every now and then I go to their house for the weekend.

Now I have to tell you about Ruby. She is the loveliest woman I know. She is about five foot one. Dark hair and the sexiest blue eyes and she has the biggest, nicest boobs around, I believe she is a DDD.

A lot of people think we look a lot alike and mistake us for sisters. Though I have brown eyes my boobs are a little bigger and Ruby is thinner.

One weekend when I was at Ruby’s house we where just getting ready for bed. As I all ways slept in the middle of their king size bed.

“Come on Jane your Pillow is in that chair lets get in bed” Ruby was pulling her shirt off over her head.

I loved watching Ruby get ready for bed. She only ever sleeps in just her knickers. I put on an over size tee shirt and I crawled in the bed.

“My two sexy ladies.” merter escort Joe walked in the room just in time to see us nude.

Joe got nude and got in bed next to me. And Ruby got in on my right.

“What’s this?” Joe started rubbing my boobs and then slid on hand over on to Ruby’s boobs.

“The best tits you’ve ever seen.” Ruby giggled.

At first I was afraid that Ruby was going to get mad at me or something. But then Ruby started rubbing my boobs too.

“Well Ruby and I have been talking about spicing up our love life.” Joe was smiling from ear to ear.

“You know Jane I can’t think of anyone I trust more than you” Ruby ran her tongue over my nipple.

Then Ruby and Joe both started Kissing my neck and each other.

I was getting turned on to so I started kissing Ruby. First on her neck then moving down her tummy.

“Jane have you ever licked pussy?” Joe put his hand in the back of my head and started pushing my head down lower on Ruby till I was at her pussy.

“No, but I can try.”

Now Joe was rubbing Ruby’s boobs and they where kissing, deep long eskort kisses. Ruby was running her hand up and down Joe’s cock.

I had never been with a woman before so I wasn’t sure of what to do.

I started kissing Ruby’s thigh and she spread her legs wide for me.

I then moved between her legs. I rubbed her clit and slid my finger in her and with the other hand I held her outer lips wide open so I could run my whole mouth over her clit.

I herd her start to breathe hard and she started grinding her hips up to meet my mouth.

I flicked her clit with my tongue till I felt her cum and then I sucked on her clit. I started flicking it with my tongue.

“Oh my, are you sure you have never done this before?” Ruby was holding my head in place with her hand.

Joe had moved behind me and stared playing with my pussy. He was sliding his finger in and out of me and rubbing my clit. This was driving my crazy. The hotter I got the harder I sucked and licked Ruby’s clit I could feel her cumming again.

“Ooooooohh!” Ruby was hold on to the bed sheets with both hands and arching her back. “Aaaaahhhhh!’

“Ruby, fatih escort I have never heard you so loud.” Joe was so turned on by this I could feel his rock hard cock rubbing on my leg as he tried to get a better view.

After like the sixth time Ruby came she tried to pull away from me.

“Stop, stop, I can’t take any more. I don’t think I have ever cum so much at one time. Are you sure you have never been with and other woman before?”

As I moved away from Ruby Joe slid right in front of me. “How about me?”

I had his cock right in front of me. I took it and started licking the head and then sucked it in to my mouth. I sucked it in as far as I could then back to the head. With just the head in my mouth I flicked my tongue over the head and ran it around the head. I then started sucking his cock in and out of mouth. Faster and faster then I felt him start to throb and twitch and his cock got hard like a rock. Then Joe started cumming and I stopped sliding his cock in and out. I kept it in my mouth. Then when he was done cumming an I had the last of his cum I slid his cock deep in my mouth and back out till I made sure I got ever drop of cum out of it. Joe just lay there twitching. I could tell he was really turned on by seeing Ruby and me because he came so soon

“Oh shit I love the way you do that.”

I laid down between them and we all fell fast asleep.

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Finishing her creamy soup with a flourish of tongue and lips, Carmen cleansed her palate with strong, black coffee. She would have added a slender cigar to her meal’s finale, but as the cafe didn’t allow bad habits, she was forced to satisfy her cravings with caffeine and the crowd. The pair always stimulated her imagination, and she leaned back in her booth to observe the late afternoon diners, focusing on two women who had just taken stools at the counter.

The tallest had dark hair and was taking her pants to the limit. Though the woman was clearly a size fourteen, she had squeezed into jeans meant for a anorexic cheerleader. However, her weight was evenly distributed over her large frame, and if you liked an Amazon who could kick your boyfriend’s ass, this babe would get your heart pumping. Her friend was a lean, tanned blonde with high cheek bones and tight calves that suggested she went biking as regularly as her mother went hiking with Indians. Dressed in cutoffs and an old western shirt, she spun her stool from side to side like a child who found it hard to sit still.

“All done?” the waitress asked, swinging by the professor’s booth.

“Just beginning,” Carmen replied. “But you can take the trash.”

“And how was your soup?”

“Delicious! I even licked the bottom of the bowl!”

“Our chef will be delighted to hear that,” the young woman replied. “She lives to please others, and you’ll make her day. Would you like me to refill your cup?”

“Please,” the professor said, finding delicious irony in the girl’s phrasing.

“And can I bring you something for dessert?”

“I’ll think about it for awhile,” Carmen said. And this was exactly what she did, for with hot coffee and two Muses at the counter to inspire her, she was ready for a lusty stroll down Fantasy Lane. As always, she took along her favorite student.

The semester has ended and Sandy goes looking for a summer job. Although she’s smart and an excellent worker, the labor market is glutted, common in a college town. But being a determined woman, she walks the streets and knocks on many doors, filling out applications until her hand cramps. But even the minimum wage positions are denied her.

“It’s because of my age,” she convinces herself, flumping down on a bus stop bench with the newspaper’s want ads. “Now if I were twenty years younger like those two…” She stops her internal dialogue to listen to the conversation of the two girls passing by.

“I made $800 last Friday,” one claims. “And so could you! Your body’s better than mine, and all you’ve got to do is wriggle your ass and do a few lap dances.”

“But I don’t know if I could take off my clothes in public,” the other replies. “I mean, it would make me feel so…well, cheap!”

“At $100 an hour?”

And then they are out of earshot.

Sandy feels more frustrated and angry than ever. It doesn’t seem right that she’s virtually unemployable while uneducated bimbos can make scads of money dancing in gentlemen’s clubs. How much skill did it take to strut naked in heels in front of a lonely man? It was simply take it off and rake it in. Legal prostitution.

“What a hypocrite!” her inner voice intrudes. “If you’re going to beat the moral drum, better do it softly! And quit bitching about your age, for that’s not the problem, and you know it! Lots of men would love to see an older woman strip, and you’d probably make loads of money! So be honest! The only thing that’s holding you back is your stupid, false modesty!”

Ignoring the lecture, Sandy scans the want ads till a listing catches her eye.

Mature individual to manage video rental store.

No experience required. $15 hr.

“There’s got to be a catch,” she says to herself, tearing out the ad and quickly hopping on the bus before the driver can get cute. “Don’t be so negative,” her conscience scolds her as she takes a seat in the back. “It might be right up your line. Besides, how are you planning to pay your rent? By winning the lottery?”

Re-reading the ad, Sandy sees that the address is just a few blocks away. She tugs on the cord above her, reluctantly, and the bus rumbles to a stop. The female driver looks into her rear view mirror and snaps her gum impatiently. Her expression, half sneer and half leer, leaves an ambiguous impression on the redhead as she steps down onto the curb. Why does this woman always look at her so? And more doubts cloud Sandy’s brain when she sees an ‘Adults Only’ sign marking the entrance to the store she’s seeking.

She pauses outside the green-colored door to check the address. Unfortunately, it matches, and a groan escapes her lips. What should she do? The store’s windows are painted black, so she can’t peek in, and her mind concocts a lurid picture of orgies and police line-ups. Feeling jittery just being near such a place, she looks around as if she were being followed. Biting her lip, she thinks about leaving, but the bus now pulls away, the driver’s grinning face staring escort mecidiyeköy back at her in the side mirror. “Damn it! Go in!” her inner voice orders her. “What’s the worst that can happen? You’ve come this far, so at least check it out! Don’t be such a prude! You might even catch a thrill!”

Feeling flushed and sweaty, Sandy takes a big breath and crosses the threshold. She expects the interior to be criminally dark and stifling hot with hookers in fishnet sashaying from trick to trick while junkies shoot up in the corner. But instead she finds the store to be clean, air-conditioned, and brightly lit, and not a single sex fiend jumps out to rape her. In fact, the store is empty except for an older man with a bad cough who’s reading a magazine behind the counter. He doesn’t look up, and Sandy quickly scans the place. It looks like an ordinary newsstand with magazines and colorful boxes lining the walls. But a closer look reveals that the material is all X-rated, for naked breasts and butts adorn every cover. But most intriguing is a pulsing red light hanging over a dark alcove in the back of the store. A faint humming is heard within, along with the sound of a coin falling into a slot.

Sandy suddenly feels a pair of eyes examining her.

“Feel free to look around,” the owner says, setting an example by mentally removing her skirt and blouse. “If you need quarters, just ask. And please don’t remove the wrapping from the mags. If you do, you’ll be making a purchase.”

Sandy stammers that she’s there about the advertised job, pulling the torn ad from her purse as evidence. Drawing near the counter, she can’t help but notice all the dildos and vibrators arranged in neat rows behind the glass.

“Do you have any experience?” the man asks.

Sandy blushes, not sure what he means.

“Not a problem,” he shrugs. “The job’s pretty basic. And I’m willing to pay extra for someone who’s honest and dependable.” Not bothering to introduce himself or get up from his chair, he tosses her an application which falls to the floor. Moving behind the counter to retrieve it–and giving Sam a chance to peek down her blouse–she sees a VCR and a small television showing three naked women being naughty in the shower.

“The soap operas are getting racy,” Sandy comments, trying to show some wit.

But the owner isn’t looking for a scholar and doesn’t even grin. “If someone complains about a tape,” he goes on, “we check it out before refunding their money. The world is filled with fucking liars and and scumbags, and you can’t trust anybody.”

Sandy nods and keeps her eyes on the application. The form is simple to fill out, asking little more than her phone number and if she’s ever been in prison. She finishes it quickly and hands it back, not knowing where to direct her eyes. The owner coughs while looking over her entries and takes a drink from a bottle bearing a pharmacy label.

“Hell of a cold,” he says. And then adds, “When can you start, Sandy?”

“If I’m hired, you mean? Well, I guess–“

“How about today?”

“You mean…right now?”

“I’ll show you the ropes,” he informs her. “Then I’m going home to die. My name’s Sam, and you’ll be working under me. Everyone calls me Uncle Sam, so if anyone asks what you do for a living, just say you work for the government. Okay?”

Before Sandy can say she’d like to think about it, Sam tells her about the cash register and the code numbers and the rental slips and how to unjam the camera in booth and Dirty Harry who practically lives in booth

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and thirty other things that go in one ear and out the other. Convinced that she can handle it, he dismisses her fears with a sickly wave of his hand and staggers out the door leaving her alone.

Overloaded with details, Sandy tries to compose her thoughts, but the sexual scenery is everywhere and seems to leap off the walls. A police siren wails in the distance, and she imagines a goon squad crashing in and subjecting her to a strip-search on the sidewalk. Feeling dizzy, she collapses into Sam’s infected chair, but the plastic cocks in the display case make her head swim even more. And while trying to remember everything Sam told her, the front door swings open and two young women enter.

“Still thinking about dessert?”

“Excuse me?”

“Something sinfully sweet to munch on over coffee?” the waitress asks.

“I’m already working on a nice of piece of pie,” Carmen replied. “But you can fill me again, dear.” The professor crossed her legs and slipped her hand under the napkin covering her lap. This wasn’t her office, after all, but it did make it more exciting. Now where was she? Carmen sipped her coffee and studied the women at the counter before continuing her fantasy.

Sandy smiles nervously greeting her first customers. One is tall, solidly built, and has poured herself into her pants. Her companion. a raw-boned blonde clad in cutoffs, seems jumpy as if escort nişantaşı strung out on speed. They smile back at Sandy, showing no anxiety at being in a porn shop. After perusing the racks of videos and mags, they work their way to the back where they read the blurbs of the short films offered in the booths.

“Is
any good?” the tall woman calls out to the redhead.

“I…haven’t seen it,” Sandy confesses. “I just started working here today.”

“If we don’t like it, will you give us our quarters back?” the blonde asks.

“Sure,” Sandy agrees, making a hasty executive decision.

The women disappear into the darkness, and a second hum is heard–followed by derisive groans. Returning looking cheated, they mill around the counter like vagrants.

“Way too fakey,” the big woman in jeans says. “The babes looked bored and tired. I hate it when they just go through the motions. I mean, if you’re being paid to fuck on film, then you ought to put out like a pro. Right?”

Sandy doesn’t know how to reply, but she takes a few quarters from the till.

“What a sweetie pie,” the blonde says, flashing her green eyes at the redhead and leaning over the counter to inspect the dildos, asking, “Which is your favorite?”

Again, Sandy is speechless. She smiles awkwardly and shrugs.

“So you like them all, huh?” the blonde says, delighted in making the clerk blush.

“Pay no attention to Wendy,” her friend advises. “She was born in a barn like her mother. And it’s nice to see a woman in here for a change. Sam’s okay, but he’s still a guy.”

The Amazon introduces herself as Jean and trades small talk with Sandy while the blonde prowls the shelves. Apparently finding something spicy, Wendy asks if she can preview it. Before Sandy can give the go ahead, the blonde loads the tape into the VCR as if she does it all the time. She then sits on the armrest of Sandy’s chair and watches two women undress and fondle a third.

“She’s got great tits!” Wendy says. “Shit! They must be Z-cups!”

Jean goes behind the counter to take a look, but the action bores her. “I’ve seen it already,” she drones. “The titty-play gets me wet, but the fuck scenes are boring. And they only use a single dildo.” She turns her attention to a catalogue on the counter and rests her elbows on the glass while paging through it. In this pose, her denim-clad ass lies directly in Sandy’s view.

Wendy sees the cough syrup Sam has left behind and reads the label. “Good stuff!” she pronounces. “It’s got Codeine in it.” Smiling knowingly at Sandy, she says, “I bet this keeps you hot and horny! Mind if I take a hit?” Before Sandy can say it’s not hers, the blonde takes a big swig, shivers, and says, “Yeah!” Then she offers some to the redhead.

“No thanks. And it’s not mine, anyway. You see–“

“So you’re too good to drink with me, huh?” Wendy taunts. “Boy, you are an uppity bitch!” She says it jokingly and Sandy laughs with her, and when the blonde presses the bottle on her again, Sandy’s inner voice tells her to be more sociable. Thinking it might help calm her nerves, she takes a sip of the liquid narcotic.

The blonde’s eyes turn back to the video, but Sandy has trouble ignoring the butt looming in front of hers. Wendy misreads Sandy’s emotions and teases her about being more interested in Jean’s curves than those on the screen. The redhead immediately denies it, but Wendy goes after her like a prosecutor.

“You obviously like Jean’s ass,” she accuses. “So why not just admit it?”

“I do not!” Sandy insists, though her laughter weakens her defense.

Jean glances over her shoulder. “You don’t think I’ve got a nice ass?”

“I didn’t say that,” Sandy defends. “You’ve got a very nice ass. But–“

“She’d really like to kiss it!” Wendy assures her friend.

“I do not!” the redhead protests, pushing back when Wendy pushes her.

Jean ignores their spat and goes back to her catalogue, saying, “If she wants to kiss my ass, that’s fine with me.”

Since coaxing failed, the blonde resorts to force, playfully grabbing a fist full of red hair and pulling the head forward. “I know you want to!” Wendy says. “So now’s your chance!”

“She won’t give up until you do,” Jean sighs, long accustomed to Wendy’s ways.

Woozy from the Codeine and the wrestling match, Sandy surrenders and bestows the desired kiss. “Now are you happy?” she asks the blonde.

“That was too fakey!” Wendy complains. ‘I want to hear smacking sounds from your lips like you mean it! Now do it right this time!”

Wendy twists Sandy’s arm behind her back, and though the action is punctuated with giggles, the pain is genuine. Since her face is practically touching the bulging Levis, Sandy plays the good sport and delivers a noisy kiss.

“Both cheeks!” the blonde orders, escalating her demands while keeping her hold. “If you only do one, the other will get jealous!’

Sandy fights her captor escort topkapı with an exerted effort, but the blonde is superior in strength. Having no other recourse, she obeys–but does so with an exaggerated flourish.

“Don’t get smart with me!” Wendy teases, slapping Sandy as mock punishment. Sandy laughs in spite of the stinging pain, but the blonde proves serious about continuing her domination. “Admit it, slut! You love pleasuring another woman’s ass! And you wanted to kiss Jean’s fantastic butt the moment you laid eyes on her! Now confess!”

Sandy tries to deny it, but a sharp twist on her arm forces a laughing affirmative.

“Now do it with passion!” Wendy commands. “Right on her crack! That’s where you yearn to kiss her, so give in to your deepest desires!”

Unable to think or see clearly, Sandy yields to the pressure and kisses the seam. Watching with wicked eyes, Wendy orders her to make the kiss French. Since her arm is already aching, Sandy sticks out her tongue and drags it through the taut denim crotch.

“Mmmm!” Jean says without turning around. “Nice tongue! I felt that right through my pants! Make her do it again!”

Wendy pushes Sandy’s face into Jean’s butt as if trying to smother her. Jean pushes back, and the redhead starts gasping. It’s a reverse game of tug-o-war, and the rule book is tossed when Wendy goes after Sandy’s tits. Jean plays dirty herself, rolling her hips in erotic circles. The redhead squirms to evade the suffocating ass and the pinching fingers, but the blonde and her buddy won’t be denied. In resignation, Sandy quits struggling and lets the girls abuse her body.

After getting their fill, Jean goes back to her catalogue, and Wendy releases her prisoner. She laughs at the redhead’s flushed face while helping herself to more cough syrup. Sandy finds herself laughing, too. For the girls, though mean and nasty, obviously have no problems with their consciences, and she secretly admires their candor and lack of shame.

Apparently coming down with a cold herself, Wendy gulps the Codeine as if it were a Coke, but when she passes the bottle to Sandy, the redhead begs off. The blonde doesn’t like to drink alone, however, and after taking another hit, she grabs the redhead by her hair and pulls her close for a long syrupy kiss.

Everything’s going too fast for Sandy. She has yet to come to grips with the idea of working in a porn shop–much less being hired on the spot and left to run by herself. But combining that with the aggressive overtures of two sluts and the ingestion of a narcotic puts her somewhere between Cloud 9 and the Twilight Zone. Having lost all sense of time and space, she’s only aware of the warm lips pressed into her own. Though the sensation is far from unpleasant, it sets off an alarm in Sandy’s head, and she responds by fidgeting.

“Now stop that!” her conscience angrily intrudes, sending a jolt of pain into her gut. “This is something you should actively seek, not resist! Aren’t you always complaining about not being desirable? Well, this blonde wants you in the worst way, and so does her big friend! And an aging whore like you can’t be picky about her lovers! So quit playing the good girl and simply be yourself! Besides, these girls are experts who can teach you a lot! So study hard!”

Another jolt makes Sandy groan, and she nods her head furiously. Gauging her reaction as a sign of desire, Wendy turns up the heat, offering her tongue to the redhead. Sandy quickly fastens her lips around it and sucks till her cheeks indent.

Intrigued by the sounds coming behind her, Jean peeks over her shoulder like a suspicious chaperone at an all-girls’ camp. “Are you two making out behind my back?”

“What does it look like it?” Wendy mumbles, keeping her mouth glued to Sandy’s.

“It looks like a stacked redhead is going to get fisted by a sluttish blonde,” Jean replies, watching Wendy tug up Sandy’s skirt to get at her pussy. Always willing to help a friend, Jean starts unbuttoning the redhead’s blouse.

A stubborn surge of rebellion courses through Sandy, and she swats away the hands undressing her. “No!” she protests. “This isn’t right!” But remembering her harsh conscience she quickly adds, ” I mean…what if someone were to come in?”

Jean glares at her with authoritative eyes that say “Hush!” like a stern librarian. But the slap she gives Sandy is more reminiscent of a cruel Jell-O wrestler. Coupled with the blow, Jean’s dominant gaze silences further objections. And the long kiss that follows allows her to remove all of Sandy’s clothes without interference.

Wendy watches Jean play with Sandy’s tits, roughly, then she eagerly goes after the redhead’s bush. Delighted by its flaming color, she combs her fingers through the red curls and probes the sweaty slit. Her ears detect a chorus of pleas coming from the counter, each dildo begging to be put into service. Too soft-hearted to ignore their calls, the blonde selects a long black one with life-like veins to take the tour of the clerk’s pussy. After greasing the shaft with cough syrup, Wendy teases the clit with the head, and Sandy’s thighs part at the first touch. The blonde grabs her ankles and plants them high on the counter. Smiling devilishly at the now gaping hole, Wendy plunges the dildo into the moist darkness.

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