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This is part one of a two part story in the Natasha Chronicles series.

Roxanne woke with a start and found she had a mass of brown hair on her pierced chest. Her head was a bit fuzzy after last night’s alcoholic binge but at least she had no problem working out where she was, and it was with no little relief she instantly recognised her bedroom in her downtown penthouse apartment. It took her a second longer to remember who the brown hair belonged to, Jeanie! It was all coming back to her now. They’d gone out to paint the town red because they were celebrating Jeanie’s impending divorce from her scumbag of a husband, Jeff, and also to celebrate the seriously large chunk of change she was divesting him of.

The plan had been to go out and drink, dance, pick up some hot young men and bang them later that night at her apartment. And they had danced their asses off and drunk a gallon of alcohol but had passed on the annoying immature idiots who had been clawing at them like hungry wolves on the dance floor. Yes, it was all coming back to her now. They’d got a taxi back to her apartment, drunk some more and as one thing often follows on from another in these situations, they’d kissed passionately and then ripped the clothes off each other and got up close and personal, very close and very personal. She’d enjoyed herself, she hoped Jeanie had too. The nest of brown hair stirred and Jeanie raised her head and looked at her bleary eyed, still wearing last night’s makeup. Roxanne wondered if she looked this wrecked.

“Ahhh, my head,” said Jeanie with a sigh, and she let her head drop onto Roxanne’s enhanced pierced chest again.

“Do you feel as bad as me?” asked her muffled voice.

“Well I probably look as bad as you,” laughed Roxanne, and then wished she hadn’t as it made her head hurt.

Jeanie was far and away her closest friend. She’d been there through all the bad times with her ex-husband and she’d been a tower of strength, a pillar of support, showering her with love and reassurance and now it turned out that after all these years, she had made love to her best friend. She wondered how this was going to go.

“You’re my first.”

“What?”

“My first time with a woman, and I loved it. I hope it was as good for you as it was for me,” and this came as a huge relief to Roxanne. She didn’t want to lose their close friendship, to have a sudden and poisonous awkwardness between them, it would have been the kiss of death for their relationship.

“I loved it too Jeanie,” and her friend sighed happily or maybe it was relief too.

“But your first? What about experimenting in college?”

“I had a steady boyfriend, remember? I did cheat on him with various men but never women,” and they laughed.

She remembered Jeanie in college, she’d been a bit wild and had fucked lots of men but not very often or possibly never with her long suffering boyfriend Doug. Roxanne had met her during her exchange year from London university and they’d hit it off immediately. Poor Doug, he’d never got a look in. And then she remembered that Jeanie had only been his pretend girlfriend. Doug was gay and from a very conservative family and he’d needed a girlfriend as cover and Jeanie? She wasn’t sure what Jeanie had got out of it. Maybe money, Doug had been loaded. Jeanie sat up on the bed.

“I just adore your pierced tits, I’d love to get mine done,” she said, cupping her own enhanced breasts.

“I can take you to the place that did mine if you like.”

“I might just take you up on that, new start and all that,” and she leaned forward and kissed Roxanne’s breasts and then kissed her on the lips.

This woman was so hot, thought Roxanne as they kissed. She was twenty-eight years old, five foot six, with long brown wavy hair, a round face full of soft curves, sparkling brown eyes that held a hint of mischief, a sensuous mouth with plump lips and a rock hard body with endless shapely legs and magnificent heavy breasts. The breasts had only been improved by the plastic surgeon, a present for her ex. They had that in common too. He had been a right prick, a serial liar and a nymphomaniac who had cheated on her with half of New York until she had come home one day and found him in bed with their maid. She had him bang to rights and she’d filed for a quick divorce and half his money. Jeff was some big cheese in the pharmaceutical industry and she now had a fortune that rivalled Roxanne’s own. Or at least she would have in a couple of months when the final papers were signed and she walked off into the sunset with his money.

“Let’s continue this in the shower, get last night’s warpaint off,” suggested Roxanne.

They got into the shower in her ensuite bathroom, kissed passionately, their hands going everywhere and got each other off, Roxanne didn’t know who screamed the loudest. They put on big fluffy bathrobes and wrapped towels around their heads and Roxanne made them coffee and a light breakfast and they chatted and laughed together. They always did bakırköy escort a lot of laughing when they got together which was one of the reasons they enjoyed each other’s company so much.

“I want a big party when my money comes through,” said Jeanie.

“Another night out perhaps?”

“Not exactly, I want some cock. I love you darling but I want to fuck someone with a big dick. To be honest, I want to fuck with abandon, go absolutely wild. I’ve been out of the game for so long, I want wild sex, and with a number of partners if possible. I want new experiences. Don’t know how I’m going to get that though,” she laughed.

And Roxanne smiled, a kernel of an idea had just occurred to her. Jeanie wanted some new experiences? Well, Roxanne knew some people who could provide them.

“I just might,” she said. “Do you trust me Jeanie?”

“I’m offended you’d even ask that,” she laughed, feigning mock offence.

“Okay, leave it with me. I’ll arrange everything. I can promise you the ride of your life, in more ways than one.”

“Hmm, I’m intrigued, tell me more.”

“And ruin the surprise? No, listen, let’s get dressed and go get your beautiful tits pierced. New start and all that. And by the way, don’t shave your pussy again for the next two months.”

“Well now I really am intrigued,” she said thoughtfully. “I was due to get it waxed next week but if that’s what you want me to do then so be it.”

“It is, trust me.”

Roxanne felt she owed Jeanie for all her love and support through the bad times and she was going to give her the party of a lifetime, a party she’d never forget. When she came back to the apartment later, she was going to write an email.

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“I love these monthly board meetings,” said Scarlett, as they got out of the taxi.

“Really? You’re that turned on by the spreadsheets, the projected earnings, the long term plans for the future etc?” laughed Rob.

“No silly,” she said, and rang the doorbell. “It’s because we have sex afterwards.”

“Ah.”

Jack opened and there were hugs and handshakes all round. They were going into the front room when he said Natasha was waiting in the bedroom and Scarlett winked at Rob and said something about them getting it on before the meeting. Jack led the way to where Natasha was sitting at the table with her computer and there were more hugs. Jack had set up some chairs and they were sitting around making small talk until Natasha called the meeting to order.

“Right, we’ll discuss the usual business later and go straight to this proposal that came in, Jack?”

“Our friend Roxanne has bought a mansion in upstate New York.”

“A mansion? If we had known she was a billionaire the first time round, we would have charged her a million dollars,” said Scarlet ruefully. “Just as well we like her.”

“We make a fortune when she comes for a session but let Jack continue,” chided Natasha.

And Jack explained that the house had undergone a huge refit which included the construction of a trophy basement. This basement had a spa, mud baths, massage rooms, a twenty five metre swimming pool with a waterfall, a bar/night club and many other rooms such as a home cinema, a home bowling alley etc. She’d also built two large sex rooms which Jack had designed and for which he’d been paid handsomely.

“Nice one Jack. So that’s why you were travelling to New York every other weekend?” observed Rob, and he nodded.

“That’s right, Natasha, do you want to continue?”

“Okay, she was going to invite us over for the inauguration but there’s been a change of plans.”

“Damn!” lamented Scarlett. “I’d like a pampered weekend at that mansion.”

“Oh we’re still going but we’re going on a work assignment.”

“Eh?” said Rob and Scarlett as one.

Natasha explained that Roxanne had a very good friend who was getting divorced and would be getting a huge settlement and she wanted to throw her a party, a sex party, to celebrate. They were being hired to give her an unforgettable experience for one night and nothing was off the table or at least nothing from their usual bag of tricks.

“So we’re going to get that million Scarlett.”

“What?” said a dumbfounded Scarlett.

“She’s going to pay us a cool million.”

“Quarter of a million each, wow!” said Rob, with a low whistle.

“200,000 each. Marlene is coming from Holland too. She designed the bar night/club part of the basement and will work with us on this.”

“Still a lot of lolly,” pointed out Jack, and Natasha nodded.

“So it’s our job now to come up with a plan of action for Jeanie. Give her a night to make her forget every other night and to make her ex-husband a distant memory. Oh, and it helps that she’s hot,” and she clicked open an email to show them the photos Roxanne had sent.

Scarlett whistled, “Yes, she is very hot. Why can’t these men hang on to their hot wives?”

“Not our problem. bahçelievler escort Now let’s get to work,” and they went back and forth for hours, hashing out a plan. They consulted the layout for the basement and decided what they would do, when and where. They needed one of them to give Jeanie a massage and Scarlett mentioned she had done a course and Rob confirmed she was very good. It was late when Scarlett and Rob left and Natasha dashed off a quick email to Roxanne before she joined Jack in bed.

Roxanne clicked on the email a few hours later and smiled. They were coming. No more than a mile away across New York City, Jeanie was naked and admiring herself in the mirror. Her recently pierced tits made her feel so horny and she cupped them and squeezed them, turning one way then the other on her four inch Louboutin heels. She wondered why Roxanne had told her to practise walking and standing a lot in high heels. She would also have to get a blood test to confirm she had no STDs, though she could guess why with that one. But what was the story with her bush? And it was now turning into a bush. She really wanted to get it waxed but she’d promised Roxanne. Ah well, only a month to go, she thought.

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Natasha’s high boot heels clicked on the marble floor as she led the way to airport security. The security staff, men of course, joked her heels could be considered a lethal weapon as she took off her soft black leather thigh boots. Scarlett had opted for more practical footwear and didn’t have to remove her trainers. She marvelled for the thousandth time at how much attention Natasha attracted, and how she loved it, and also how she had all these men eating out of the palm of her hand in mere seconds. She rejected their offers to help her put her boots back on after the security check and they went to find their gate.

They were soon on the plane and took their seats in first class, also paid for by Roxanne, and Natasha promptly fell asleep. Scarlett swore that all the men in first class, bar Jack and Rob, were craning their necks to get a good look at the hot young woman in tight dark blue jeans, black leather thigh high platform boots with a four inch spike heel and a black silk blouse which showed a generous amount of cleavage.

Natasha slept practically all the way to New York, waking up just before they landed and Rob commented that she led a charmed life. They collected their suitcases from baggage reclaim, one each for Rob, Jack and Scarlett and two for Natasha though Jack was charged with looking after one of them. Rob, Scarlett and Natasha sailed through customs but Jack was selected for a random security check and spent half an hour explaining to the customs officers what he was doing with a suitcase full of thigh boots and fetish wear. They finally let him go and they all went outside to meet Marlene who was waiting with the limo driver, Phil, who Roxanne had sent along and who was her personal chauffeur. Lots of hugs and kisses were exchanged with Marlene and they shook Phil’s hand.

The moment the limo took off, Natasha fell asleep again and Jack observed how she could effortlessly skip the boring parts of travelling. They killed the time on the uneventful journey catching up with Marlene who they hadn’t seen in a while. A couple of hours later they were pulling into a long tree lined driveway that led to a massive mansion with ivy clad walls which was built in the 50s, according to Jack, and they saw Roxanne was waiting on the steps at the front door entrance with a huge smile on her pretty face.

The girls squealed with delight and hugged each other tightly and Rob was glad they had seen each other so many times and formed such a close relationship because this meant they could now dispense with the need for masks. He didn’t want to be wearing a hot latex mask all weekend in a luxury mansion and in the case of Jeanie’s upcoming adventures, they wouldn’t be recorded. Roxanne told them to follow her and she showed them round the huge house.

“Fourteen bedrooms, you have two each.”

“Really?” said Rob innocently, and Scarlett laughed.

“She’s joking Rob.”

She showed them into the cavernous sitting room which Natasha was sure was bigger than her entire house and which was tastefully decorated and full of what she guessed were valuable antiques, paintings and a bookcase that looked like it contained valuable books and Rob went to investigate and told Scarlett there were quite a number of first editions.

“Dinner is served mam,” said the butler from the door.

A butler no less, thought Rob, and they went through to a dining room that seated twenty. This room was only the same size as their house, laughed Natasha to herself.

“All the staff will leave after lunch on Saturday and they have Sunday off so we won’t be disturbed,” explained Roxanne.

“When does the guest of honour arrive?” inquired Jack.

“Tomorrow şirinevler escort around five or six so you guys should be down in the basement ready to go. I’ll tip you off before I send her down and I will join you through a different entrance.”

“I’ll show you the basement after dinner and tomorrow you can get yourselves acquainted with everything. I have no doubt you have a plan of action worked out.”

“Of course, and we’ve included you in our plans,” said Natasha, and Roxanne smiled.

“I was hoping you’d say that. I will have five more friends coming later who will go directly to the club. You know these women, they have all visited you. And they will be bringing blood test results. They will want to get friendly too,” and they laughed.

The team went down to the massive basement which ran the length of the house and were both amazed and impressed by the spa, the swimming pool and all the different rooms and areas. It was like a completely separate building under the main house. They complimented a chuffed Jack on his work with the sex rooms and Marlene on her work on the bar/club. Some late night drinks were had but people were tired from the journey and went to bed early. Jack got in next to Natasha.

“I’m not sure I’ll be able to sleep babes. This damned jet lag is a curse. Natasha? Natasha? Oh for fuck’s sake, how can anyone sleep so much?”

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They had a light breakfast and went back down to the basement to set everything up, arrange the timeline of events and check all communications were working correctly. Marlene gave the sound and light system a road test in the club as Natasha had a run through her updated dance routine.

“Jeanie did a bit of dancing back in the day when we were at university,” commented Roxanne.

“Really?” asked Marlene.

“Yeah, I think she did it for kicks more than for the money.”

“Well, we’ll get her up here too,” called Natasha from the stage.

“What do you think of the sound system Marlene?”

“More importantly, what is your opinion Roxanne?” and she laughed.

“It sounds great to me, but what do I know?”

“It does sound great. The acoustics in this space are excellent, I would say even better than in my club in Amsterdam,” and this made Roxanne very happy.

They had a wonderful lunch and everyone went for a nap to conserve energy. All the group got dressed at four in their respective fetish wear outfits and met up at the lift to the basement. It was just as well that the staff had left, thought Jack, what would they have thought of this lot? They got in, gave Roxanne a final wave and disappeared down into the basement.

An hour later the chauffeur driven car Roxanne had sent to collect Jeanie in New York pulled into the drive. There was an emotional embrace and a heartfelt kiss on the steps and Roxanne led her into the house. She showed her around and Jeanie was well impressed.

“I might get one of these for myself. I actually can now the money has come through,” she laughed.

“So what time are the guests arriving Roxanne?”

“There are no guests coming Jeanie,” she replied, shrugging her shoulders.

“Eh? Just you and me? I love you darling and might want to make love to you later but I want some cock as well.”

“Don’t worry, I have everything arranged. Now come and eat something, you must keep your strength up,” and Jeanie looked a bit doubtful at first and then more than a little confused. Keep her strength up for what, she wondered.

“Do you have your blood test?”

“Eh yeah,” and she produced the document from her handbag wondering why she needed a test for STDs if there were no further guests but Roxanne took it without comment.

They had a light dinner and Jeanie dozed on a couch for a little while before she was woken by Roxanne.

“I think you should go Jeanie.”

“What’s that now?”

“I think it’s time to go.”

“You want me to leave?” she asked, and she was now very confused.

“No silly, follow me,” and she took her hand and led her into the west wing of the house. They came to a stop before the lift and Roxanne pointed at it.

“I want you to get in that lift and take it down.”

“Down where?”

“Never mind that. Oh, and expect the unexpected.”

“Jesus girl, you’re giving me the heebie-jeebies,” and Roxanne laughed, she was enjoying herself.

“And you’ll need this,” she said, handing back her blood test.

She pressed the button to open the lift and gently guided her friend in. She looked at the startled expression on her best friend’s face, like a deer caught in the headlights she thought, as the door was closing.

“Your life will never be the same again Jeanie,” she promised, and she was gone.

Jeanie was wondering what on earth was going on as the lift ended its short journey. The door opened quickly and she saw she was in a kind of reception area. The plain white walls were bare except for a large The Clinic sign, there was a nondescript beige carpet on the floor and a typical office desk with a computer and a chair in the centre of the room. There was another chair and a little table in a corner to the right of the lift. By far the most interesting thing in the room for Jeanie was the hot blonde behind the desk.

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This is a short work of erotic fiction containing furry, or anthropomorphic, characters, which are animals that either demonstrate human intelligence or walk on two legs, for the purposes of these tales. It is a thriving and growing fandom in which creators are prevalent in art and writing especially.

All work is fiction intended for fantasy only, regardless of content, and consent must always be acquired when engaging in any sex act with another adult.

Please note that all characters are clearly over eighteen and written as such in all stories.

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The planet had changed, over the years, but that didn’t mean the basics of population control — and repopulation — did not have to be addressed. With so many shifting climate changes, humanity had been forced into climate-controlled buildings while robots and drones worked on making their land more habitable again. Though there was talk, even in their world, that they would need to adapt to learn on the planet they loved again.

That could come in time, however, and things were going well on that front, while they lived and loved and laughed in a different world than what those who came before them had expected. There was plenty to be done in there and work to be had, though they as a species were expanding once more and seeking ways in which they could reproduced more quickly. The low fertility and birth rates, at the bare minimum, were causing their population to decline rather than to increase on the new planet they had populated.

They should be able to go out into the world soon, however, with their exploratory group, though the mysterious illness had challenged things. Nothing, with the solar system changing, even the galaxy beyond it, would ever be easy.

Greg hadn’t really known what to think about the repopulation program when it was presented to him, although it was a rather tantalising option. He swivelled back and forth in his chair, the wheels squeaking lightly, though lubricant for things like that appeared to be in rather short supply those days. The cubicle-room where he worked didn’t have any natural light filtering in but that was normal for them; looking for natural light had become something, over the years, which had just filtered out.

“Hm…”

It was a tempting thing indeed, for the walls of his workspace closed in more and more every day. He had friends, yes, but things had grown very “samey” over the last few years and to try something new, well…hm. If he got to have sex more, that sounded like a very good thing indeed.

His physique had gone a little softer too and Greg frowned at his belly, the softness around his middle. He’d started off, in his earlier twenties, going to the gym frequently — for they had extensive fitness facilities there and most habitations were all connected. Yet even that had grown boring, no matter how many different programs he tried or challenged himself by pushing his body more and more with every training session.

No, he needed something different as he dialled the number on the e-mail blast that caught his attention, amongst the data he was processing for the next expedition team.

And that was just how Greg came to be in the new chamber, surprisingly with a fair amount of natural light. It was strange there, though in a glorious way, filled with plants of all kinds — many of which were still being catalogued on the new planet. With a glass, domed roof to the main chamber, it allowed a stream of brilliant, skin-tingling natural sunshine through, warming him.

Which was just as well, after all, considering he was in his bare skin, with nothing at all to cover him. He shivered a little and rubbed his arm, casting his eyes around. The ground under his feet was soft and sandy, a small slope declining down to a river, which appeared on one side of the dome and lazily snaked its way through. There was a section, with tiling, that seemed to be set up for bathing — less natural in its presentation but with a large bath that was half-sunk into the floor, which made it less obtrusive. He hadn’t yet found anywhere that looked like a kitchen or a canteen, however, for the structure they were in was completely cut off from the rest of the expanding expedition buildings.

Maybe they would be able to bring people from their home planet, Earth, too, he thought, rubbing his stomach as he was once again drawn to the fact he didn’t have any body hair left at all. He’d been ordered to shave himself but hadn’t, apparently, done a good enough job — so a medical person, connected with the breeding program, had completed the job for him. Even his genitalia were not spared.

Much less his head… But he didn’t mind that, running his fingers over the smooth dome there. It was not too bad, to be shaved completely, though he couldn’t help but wonder why that was.

“Oh!”

A door slid open behind him and he half-turned, heat rushing to his cheeks as one of the connecting rooms to the main chamber revealed a woman within. She was just as naked as he was, shorter than him with a little more body fat, though bayrampaşa escort she had a very homely look about her. She, like him, didn’t have any hair on her head — or any other part of her body either — but she bore the look elegantly.

His eyes dropped to her breasts and she huffed softly as he extended his hand for her to shake.

“Hi! I’m Greg!” He said, too brightly and exuberantly for the situation. “I guess we’re both in here together. Everything okay?”

She eyed him as if she really thought he was an idiot. Truthfully, that could have been so, especially as Cadence remembered him from when they had landed on the planet to begin with. Did she just look so much like others that he couldn’t pick her out of the crowd? There really weren’t all that many of them there, though she too was hoping for some population growth.

The world needed to change and she took a breath, though being forward and upfront was, by far, not Cadence’s natural way of doing things.

“I’m Cadence,” she said, moving her arm over her chest to hide her breasts, which was a little more comfortable for her. “You must have arrived her after me. Oh, and…we have met before.”

It was a little petty of her to add on that bit at the end, though she wouldn’t have normally. Maybe it was being naked in front of someone that brought a slightly sharper side out of her, even if Cadence couldn’t reconcile that with the way she’d lived her life. After all, she was a scientist. And she just wanted to do her part in the repopulation efforts.

“Oh, did I?” He shrugged and laughed, half-raising his hands. “Hm… I only explored the main area here so far. Are those the bedrooms?”

She nodded and pointed to the other side of the dome.

“Yes, I’ve already got one — but the other room is over there. They’re pretty simple, with a bed and a single chair.”

At a light “ding,” she turned back expectantly to the wall beside the door that she’d entered the main room via. A screen on the wall lit up, a console beside it so they could interact where needed with the computer system.

“Ah, here it is,” she muttered, standing tall and taking a moment to recover herself, even if she forgot to cover her chest in the middle of it all. “I think they’ll give us more instructions now, though there’s been very little communication so far…”

Greg grunted and nodded, even as the speakers crackled lightly, turning back on.

“Welcome to the breeding program!” A light, airy voice said through them, though they seemed to be automated. “As you are here, you will have signed yourselves up for this program and we are so glad to have you here.”

Greg and Cadence exchanged a look, though their dubious concern could have meant anything.

“You shall, of course, be compensated for your efforts in line with the compensation packaged in your contract,” the voice went on. “The program will be run, in full, now that your consent has been obtained.”

What Greg and Cadence did not quite realise, however, was that there were different levels to the breeding program — and durations too. In their unfamiliarity with the program, they had both ended up signing to the maximum level, though that would only come to their pleasure in the end.

“The money sent to your families also is already in transit. You are the forerunners in saving humanity for future generations, as our population efforts on this new planet come to fruition at last.”

Greg chuckled.

“Yeah, that’s the stuff…”

She rolled her eyes at him, though there didn’t really seem to be any harm in him. He just…might end up being a bit of an acquired taste, if she was honest.

“Time moves more quickly where you are now, but your aging will be slowed to compensate for this,” the voice explained. “There will be no negative affect on your bodies and mental stability, as you will be monitored very closely throughout.”

Cadence sighed. That was good, at least, though she likely would have done it anyway. As ever, she had to do her part.

“Your needs will all be met here, your food provided for you. If you wish to exercise beyond the program, that can also be arranged for you. Your bodies will not grow ill while you are here also. When called, all that is required of you is to sit in the chair in your respective rooms.”

“Huh…” Grey rubbed his chin, though it was uncharacteristically smooth, free of even the lightest of stubble. “That’s weird… I kind of thought…we’d be doing it together.”

Cadence shrugged.

“That would have made sense, but this is a little more interesting,” she said with a smile, offering a bit more warmth and friendliness to him. “We will better be able to manage ourselves like this, however it all plays out.”

For, even in the garden of Eden, or close enough, for the breeding program, both Greg and Cadence would have to go through every second of it in their own way, finding their own path, moment by moment.

As long as she was doing her part, however, Cadence was more than happy to go forward.

It çapa escort didn’t take long for the monitor to call them, displaying their names with arrows pointing to their rooms.

“Breeding sessions to commence in five minutes,” the voice said again, though Cadence wondered if there was more of a human lilt to it that time. “Please return to your respective accommodations immediately and make yourself comfortable. Your buttocks should be firmly placed on to the chair and scooted back, so your back is against the rear of the chair, for support.”

Cadence sighed, though her skin tingled a little. That sounded like she was going to get sex, at the very least, though she could not be sure how they were going to do it. At least she didn’t have to do all that much, which was something. If she had been expected to do something and hadn’t been given the full instructions, that would have been something to worry her more greatly.

Greg grinned, lips parted, rubbing his hands together with glee.

“Oh, this is gonna be good!” He all but crowed. “But we won’t even get to see each other — what do you think that means?”

Cadence shrugged, offering him a smile.

“Hm, we’ll see later,” she said, without actually saying anything much at all. “Anyway, I’d best get going, I don’t want to be late. Should we meet back here later to talk about things?”

Greg grinned. She could get used to that somewhat goofy smile of his, how it stretched his lips a little too wide. She wasn’t attracted to him, however, even if he could be a friend, perhaps. She’d have to see just how things played out there.

Greg practically stumbled over his own feet as he rushed back to his room, closing the door behind him. The bedroom was a dome-like shape too, as there was no furniture pushed against any wall, though the bed was a good size. It looked fairly comfortable too and he looked forward to collapsing on it later.

For the moment, however, he sat on the chair and wriggled into place, tapping a foot on the floor in pure impatience. It was weird having his legs bare of any hair still, but he guessed that he’d grow used to it, in time. Maybe he’d have to keep his legs shaved?

But that was not all that much of his concern as he waited the time out, hard bands rising smoothly from the arms of the chair and the legs, closing around his limbs.

“Oof!”

He grunted, surprised, the chair locking him into it with a band encircling his waist too, drawing him in snugly against it. It was tight, though didn’t cut into his body in any kind of an uncomfortable fashion, though it certainly drew another puffing, breathy grunt from his lips.

It was strange, very much so, though the chair was hard, with a flat seat, nothing with any cushioning there at all.

And then the chair moved, sliding back with a mechanical whirr as if it was being controlled by a machine. Greg squawked as he lifted from the ground, the legs of the chair pointing down for only a moment before it rotated back.

“What the hell?”

Yet he was not in control as the chair slid back, a section of wall (at least, that’s what it seemed to be) coming down around his waist, so he couldn’t see anything from the waist-down. He squirmed, though the substance, the “wall,” seemed to be thick and gloopy, sealing almost all the way around his waist and the chair while he was locked into it. He hissed through his teeth and instinctively tried to fight the restrictions — not because he was actually uncomfortable, but because it was so far beyond anything he had expected in the slightest.

“Oof… Okay, just relax, this is okay,” he muttered to himself, tensing while his soft shaft was exposed, left hanging against his crotch and the inside of this upper inner thigh. “Someone will come in, they’ll jack you off, or someone will sit on your dick…”

Though it was weird, if that was the case, that he wasn’t allowed to see whoever it was. It didn’t cross Greg’s mind, not even as he tried frantically to make sense of everything going on, that he wasn’t in the right position for anyone to ride his cock. Not with him being in the chair with his legs bent like that, after all.

He turned his head back and forth, the lighting dim around his head as he grunted, though there was another mechanical whir — out of his sight. The bottom of the chair clicked away, leaving his rear exposed and hanging, though he was bound into the chair more than tightly enough not to shift all that much. Greg held his breath, chest tight, and looked down, though the press of something cool but not cold against his ass had him twitching away from it.

“Wait…”

He twitched his fingers, trying to curl them into a fist, though there was not quite enough space on the arms of the chair, not when he was in a position like that. But not even he could stop something from sliding into his backside, slowly and easily stretching him open. It was a gentle, incremental slide and the phallus — for that was exactly what it felt like — was slick with some kind of lubricant, bearing inside him fındıkzade escort to stretch him out.

“Ohhhhhh…”

Maybe Greg would have fought back more than he did if it hadn’t felt so good, his entire body aching pleasantly and tingles running through the entirety of his body, from head to toe. He’d never done anything “back there” before and most likely never would have of his own accord, though it felt good, the strain and the pull of his backside around it.

He moaned again, rolling his hips back slightly, though he couldn’t do anything about it. There was no preparation and no warning and he could only be glad his body was able to take it. Greg hissed through his teeth, tucking his chin down as he struggled to contain himself, though it was not as easy as all that, every breath raking through his windpipe as it dropped into his lungs.

Yet he needed more, panting heavily, losing sense of time and place, even his own sense of reality. His lips parted as he cried out breathlessly, giving himself over to pleasure as the toy, which was what it felt like, at least, drove back and forth inside his rump, grinding deep and pulling back slowly, as if it was trying to get him used to it. Dimly, Greg thought it may have been attached to a mechanical arm of some kind, grinding deep and then, slowly, thrusting harder and more roughly.

“Ooof… Ohhhh!”

He moaned and thrust his hips, his cock swelling to full hardness. He didn’t know what he had honestly thought about anal penetration before and anal sex, though even Greg was mildly impressed he was able to get hard when his ass was being stretched so much. The fake cock ploughing his backside was a good size, though not large enough that it really challenged him, thrusting crudely deep.

It felt like every inch of the toy was being used inside him, grinding deep, his lips parted more widely as his tongue flicked out against his lower lip in a luscious swipe. He had to give himself over to it, completely and utterly, letting every pound of pleasure flow through him, grunting and groaning, barely aware of how he was drooling. He couldn’t help it, none of it, heat swarming through him, spreading out from his anal passage to flood his entire body.

It was like no sex he’d ever had before, even as the device thrust and thrust, moaning aloud and quivering in place. It was where he needed to be, however, the softness of his stomach pressing together into a light roll, as if his legs were being pushed up even higher than before.

He moaned and panted heavily, chest heaving, as the machine sped up and up, ramming him full — but it was not about his pleasure, even if that was a headily fantastic, lustful side effect of everything. Greg moaned and groaned, trying to part his lips again, though his jaw clenched as the dildo suddenly juddered and crammed every inch inside as deep as it could go.

“Mmmmph!”

And then there was the flooding. He didn’t know quite how he was able to feel it all that intimately, heady spurt after spurt of something pouring into his backside. It couldn’t have been cum, no, not truly, not with a machine thrusting inside him, but Greg was not to know that was actually true. There were more ways, after all, for him to serve the breeding program than Greg had initially thought…

The machine didn’t stop and he licked his lips, hungry for more. His cock bobbed and twitched with every pulse of blood throbbing into it, aching for it. Yet he was not in control, twisting and pulling against his bonds, though he was not trying to get free, no. He just ached for the machine to thrust again, to fill him.

The fake cock inside him trembled lightly, as if a vibration was running through it, and, much to his pleasure, thrust once more. It was quicker that time, driving into him with short, jackhammer-like thrusts, making him arch his back and try to grind back on to it.

“Mmmmph…” He panted heavily, warm breath tickling over his tongue as it left his body once more. “Mmmmooorrrreee… Ohhhh…”

It was not like Greg at all to beg like that, though he couldn’t help himself and there was a big part of him that didn’t want to forget himself and his body. He was who he was and he rocked his head back with a groan, losing control that he had never truly had.

“Mmmmm… Oh… So goooood!”

He let the machine fuck him, not that he would have had much of a choice if he had, indeed, tried to get out of his bondage, howling with pleasure as it unloaded another hot dose of creamy fluid inside him. Greg whimpered throatily, eyelids fluttering, his skin tingling with sensation like it never had before. There was too much going on and his cock bounced about plumply. He’d never given his dick, not in that sense, much of a thought, for it was merely a part of him and a moderate size — nothing anyone was going to feel massive stretched out by if he was lucky enough to have sex.

With there being few people on that expedition, of course, there had been fewer chances than ever for him to have sex. Maybe that was why it felt so good to have the toy inside him, thrusting and grinding, the strokes of the third round coming erratically. It was as if it wanted to keep him guessing as he heaved and huffed, his mouth parted wide to take in all the air he could, for breathing through his nostrils no longer felt like it was anywhere near enough.

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Lily nervously approached the door before her, clutching tightly at the flyer in her hands to keep her trembing fingers at bay.

The advertisement she was holding read: “Models Wanted”. To Lily’s understanding, the gig was for an interactive art exibit, in which she would be fully nude. She had modeled before for some swimsuit brands, but had never ventured farther than that.

Unfortunately for her, she had lost her previous job as a hostess in a nearby club the week prior. While the ad was a definitely vague and sketchy, Lily decided she would do anything necessary to make ends meet for the time being.

This gig was recommended by a close friend of hers that was very openly active in the kink community, so Lily figured there would be some kink aspects to the exhibit. While Lily wasn’t the most experienced when it came to sex, having just turned 22 the week prior, she figured maybe this would also be a good chance to get to know her tastes and comfort levels.

The huge paycheck didn’t hurt either.

Her mind was reeling with all of the possibilities that lie beyond the door to the nondescript warehouse building she currently faced. Finally, she took a deep breath in as she tentatively reached for the door handle.

She was greeted immediately by a smiling woman in the front hallway.

“You must be Lily,” the woman reached out to shake her hand. “It’s such a pleasure to finally meet you. My name is Diana. Welcome to the studio.”

Lily’s breath hitched as she shook her hand. The woman was gorgeous! She towered over Lily’s petite 5’6 figure, with long, cascading red hair and a sleek black dress that sharply contrasted Lily’s medium-length blonde hair that was tied up in a ponytail. She had chosen not to wear anything fancy knowing she would have to strip down regardless, but now felt a little out of place.

“N-nice to meet you too!” She stuttered. The woman gave her a gentle smile in return, noting her hesitance.

“Don’t worry Lily, I know the job description seems a tad intimidating. But you’re a perfect fit! I think you’re going to enjoy yourself a lot tonight.” Diana winked at her. “The exhibit isn’t for another hour. Would you like to get started? I’ll give you the grand tour.”

Lily gave a timid nod in response before Diana began leading her down the hallway deeper into the warehouse.

“So, are you… the artist behind the exhibit tonight?” Lily questioned as she followed Diana down the hall.

“Hmm… not quite.” The woman replied with a sly smirk. “I guess you could say I’m just the pretty face of the event. The inventor- or, artist, I suppose, prefers to stay more… behind the scenes.”

This confused Lily a bit, but she chose not to press further. After all, she was only there to model for the night. Finally, they reached the main room. Lily gaped in awe.

The massive room was adorned with silky red curtains all along the walls, and chandeliers dangled from the ceiling providing the entire area with dim, romantic lighting. Black walls partitioned the warehouse into several exhibit rooms, and Lily spotted several female staff members shuffling to and fro with various props to set up the event.

“Don’t pay them any mind,” Diana spoke softly. “That’s our event staff. There’s typically one or two per exhibit, just to keep things moving. You won’t be seeing them much, though.” She shrugged.

“Why is that?” Lily asked.

“Oh? Because you’re the star of the show tonight, darling.” Diana hummed.

Lily gulped. What had she gotten herself into? With every step they took through the labyrinth of smooth black walls, she felt her heart beat a little faster.

Each room housed its own “art piece”. As they passed through them all, Lily saw all sorts of contraptions such as massage chairs with stocks meant to hold hands and feet, sybian saddles, tables clad in chains, and many more bondage devices.

They weren’t just typical sex furniture, though. All of the devices seemed to be attached to some sort of high-tech, rectangular machines with several openings on every side, but Lily couldn’t quite tell what was inside them or what they were for.

“And we’re here!” Diana clapped her hands together, pulling Lily out of her daze. “This is your exhibit! What do you think?”

Lily didnt quite understand what she was looking at. Before her stood a huge contraption not unlike an arcade game machine, just on a bigger scale.

Instead of a game screen, there was a spacious, brightly-lit chamber with hundreds of small openings on the floor panel. It was completely surrounded by thick glass. Lily spotted two openings on the upper sides of the chamber, wide enough to fit someone’s arms through.

The control pad jutting out from the front of the machine had many buttons on it, as well as a black LED screen that was currently off.

Finally, the room itself had many seats and tables, with the machine placed up on a podium in the center.

“I’m, um, not sure I understand.” Lily gulped. topkapi escort Surely she wasnt meant to just stand inside of it all night? “What is this thing? Do I go in there?”

Diana just smiled again in response. “Oh, honey, this piece is our artist’s latest and greatest invention!” She gave the

machine a couple pats. “Don’t worry, it’s tried and true. No time to waste, guests will arrive soon! Let’s get you all set up.” Diana clapped her hands twice.

Before Lily could protest, two of the staff ladies hurriedly rushed to her and began ushering her to strip to her underwear. Lily confusedly took all of her clothes off until she was just down to her white lace lingerie, and her pale skin, soft B-cup breasts, and toned body was all on display.

“I’m impressed, darling! That lingerie set is just perfect.” Diana assessed Lily’s body for a moment before nodding to the women beside her. “The staff will help you into the exhibit now.”

At this point, Lily had given up on having her questions answered. She figured it was best to just let the women do their job, and that she would stick it out to collect the massive check at the end and put this all behind her. The staff began opening the glass window in the back of the machine chamber, which housed little steps for her to climb all the way up inside.

The women then pulled her hands through the two openings above her head, so they were sticking out of the machine. Once her hands were through, a silicone seal wrapped around them and it was impossible to pull them back down.

With her arms bound above her head, they began working on using the soft belts attached to the wall to secure her knees up close to her stomach. Once they were done securing her to the back wall, they closed her inside.

Lily looked down embarrassedly at her completely bound and exposed body. Her naked feet dangled over two glass mounts in front of her, as well as a mount under her butt, and her legs were spread as far and wide as they could go inside the chamber. Lily was quite flexible, so having her knees bound so close to her chest wasn’t too uncomfortable.

She was a bit relieved to find the chamber wasn’t as claustrophobic as she initially thought, though was still rather embarrased that her naked body, clad only in her bra and panties, was on such full display.

From the outside, Lily saw Diana pull a microphone attached to the game console close, as she spoke into it.

“Looks like we’re ready!” Diana exclaimed. “We’re going to open shortly. Before the exhibition begins, I’ll give you a quick rundown. This is an interactive art event, where guests are free to touch and play with the inventions, and models, as they so choose. There are a few rules, though.

“Firstly, none of the guests are allowed to harm any of the models. We won’t tolerate anyone harming the inventions, too, of course!

“Next, the machine we just hooked you up to is the artist’s lastest work. It’s essentially an interactive tickling game. Guests pay a hefty fee to start the machine, and pay more depending on how long they want to use it for. The default time is 5 minutes, but they can pay to use the machine for up to 60 minutes!

“By playing, guests will rack up points based on your reactions, and the higher the score, the more fun toys they unlock to be used on you! Our events usually go on for over 12 hours, so you will be here well until the morning. Any questions before we open for seating?”

Lily’s mind was reeling from all the information. It just had to be tickling. She didn’t know how she was going to make it through the night. She has always been intensely ticklish. The thought of anyone tickling her naked body sent shivers down her spine. Even while getting dressed, she was always careful not to wear too light or soft of clothing on her highly sensitive body.

At this point, she was questioning if all the money was even worth it. But, at the same time, she could feel herself getting a little excited. She had never explored anything kinky like this before, and had already come this far, so she swallowed back her nervousness and chose to brave it through. It did sound sort of interesting, after all.

“I guess,” Lily started. “Are the guests going to be able to t-tickle me anywhere..?”

Diana grinned mischievously before speaking into the microphone again. “Oh yes,” she replied. “With the more laughter they get out of you, they’ll be able to remove your garments eventually with a high enough score. They’ll probably all be working together to achieve that front,” Diana laughed.

“You needn’t worry about stamina. The inventor of this piece took great care in creating a gas that will keep you from passing out, needing water, or suffering any other health consequences. It’s truly a work of art! The chamber is also soundproof, so feel free to really let loose!” She smiled up at Lily. “I’ll be overseeing this exhibit the whole time, so you’re in good hands! Ready merter escort to go?”

Lily tested her bonds nervously to find that she indeed was utterly stuck inside the game chamber. Luckily, there were enough mounts for her to be attached to the wall and off the floor rather comfortably. With a deep breath, she nodded. Diana turned off the microphone and speakers that allowed her to hear Lily’s words before stepping out of the room to open the doors to the show.

Lily blushed at the thought of all these people seeing her so bound and exposed, much less toying with and tickling her sensitive body. The machine had glass all around the chamber, so guests would be able to see every side of her body clearly. She trembled with excitement and nervousness as she heard the crowd coming closer to take their seats.

As they began filing in all around her, glasses of wine in their hands, Lily tried her best not to look too nervous or scared. She heard the game machine whirring and beeping with arcade sound effects as she saw the game pad and screen light up from underneath her, and while lights outside in the room dimmed. She could read the glowing screen upside down, which flashed the words “Press Start!” in bright blue letters.

After a few minutes of taking their seats and getting situated, people began approaching the machine to ogle her. Lily felt their eyes hungrily looking her up and down, so she tried to keep her focus straight ahead and ignore the embarrassment of being so exposed.

People of all kinds were attending this event– she saw couples of all ages, many groups of men, and even a few older folks there by themselves. Once the room was fully crowded, her first guests approached the game.

Two attractive young men, a few years older than her, looked eager to start playing. One of them began feeding the bills into the machine, while the other hovered over the game pad excitedly, his eyes poring over every inch of her body.

She blushed at him and looked away, embarrassed at all the eye contact. The game pad began flashing colored lights as she heard the machine whirring around her. After much anticipation, he pressed the start button.

Lily started as she heard a nostalgic, 8-bit arcade song started playing from all around her. Then, with a loud click, four one-sided mirrors came from the floor panel and began covering the glass around her, completely obscuring her view of the players and audience, while they could still see all of her perfectly.

Though this brought her some relief as she didn’t have to look anyone in the eyes as they tortured her, she flushed again as now she would be able to see everything being done to her in full detail.

As she took stock of the mirrors surrounding her, she noticed two screens embedded in the one in front of her: one a clock, and the other a scoreboard. The clock then began counting down ten minutes.

The machine whirred again, and she saw a thin metal arm extend from a hole from underneath her. Attached to the tip was a long, soft feather.

Lily squirmed as she watched it approach her body, already imagining the ticklish sensations she was about to feel. Finally, it landed gently on her side. Lily giggled softly and instinctively tried to twitch away, but her body was completely locked into place.

The feather then began moving slowly up and down her left side. Lily held in her giggles this time, not wanting to give in so easily to a single feather. She had to admit, ticklish as it was, the soft bristles actually felt rather nice.

After a couple minutes of this, her relief was cut short as the feather started picking up the pace, as it swept over her sides and threatened to move higher up to her armpit.

Lily squirmed a little bit more, watching the soft feather lovingly stroke her body in the mirror. She then squealed as the feather rose up quickly and suddenly, and it began circling around in her armpit.

She couldn’t contain her giggles at this point. She began squirming and laughing breathily in her bonds, trying in vain to escape the ticklish feeling.

Suddenly, all around her, she heard an electronic female voice exclaim “50 points!” along with a celebratory sound effect, interrupting her focus on the feather. ‘What happens after fifty points?’ She wondered. She could only watch in surprise as two more feather arms rose from underneath her.

The second feather began by creeping up her other side, just to meet her right armpit and begin matching the first feather’s circles. Lily’s eyebrows shot up instantly and she let out a high-pitched yelp. If that wasn’t enough, The third feather moved to the front of her body and began quickly swirling all around her sensitive belly, swirling into her tiny navel every now and then before repeating the pattern.

Lily laughed a bit harder now, staring at the mirrors with wide eyes as she watched the feathers dance along her skin. She couldn’t believe how much it tickled! No esenler escort matter how hard she tried to twist and turn, reality fell hard on her that she wasn’t going to get out of this for a very long time.

The scoreboard was climbing up steadily now, and she noticed the louder and stronger her reactions, the faster the points racked up. She decided to try and limit her reactions as much as possible, for now.

After another few minutes of tickling, the timer finally hit zero, and all the feathers retracted back into the floor. Lily gasped and caught her breath, while glancing at the final score. 99 points. She shivered imagining what would have happened had they hit 100.

It wasn’t too long before she heard more bills being fed into the machine from the outside. She had barely even caught her breath! Lily looked at herself in the mirror for a moment, and silently thanked the previous players for not going too hard on her. She prayed that the next players, whoever they were, did the same.

She inhaled as she heard the start music play over again. Her prayers were quickly silenced as the clock began counting down from 45 minutes.

The game started with two feathers this time– a perk that must come with paying for more minutes, Lily figured. She looked on helplessly as they both simultaneously approached her naked feet.

The second their feathery tips landed on her soles, she shrieked. It was so over. The feathers immediately began quickly and hungrily lapping at her smooth soles, as Lily began laughing uncontrollably. She couldn’t believe that it only took a few feathers to get a reaction like this out of her!

“50 points!” The electronic voice cheered again. ‘Aready?!’ Lily panicked, her eyes darting to the clock. it had only been a minute! Lily could have cried when she saw two more feathers approach her thighs. This new player was certainly going for a more offensive strategy.

She struggled helplessly as they started swooping up and around her inner thighs, coming dangerously close to the edges of her pure white panties each time.

Lily couldn’t help but cackle as the feathers tormented her. After a another minute or so of this, she was suprised to find herself feeling wet and tingly in her panties. Was she really enjoying this?

“100 points!” The machine reported. Lily was in tough territory now. The feathers on her feet had switched tactics at this point, now opting to dive in between and all around her wriggling toes as she continued to laugh harder.

The feathers on her thighs swept higher and higher, until they were just flicking all around her outer panty lines. Then, a pair of fluffy, spherical cat toys shot upwards towards her chest, and were teasing any exposed skin they could find on her jiggling breasts.

Lily cried out at this, and attempted to shake her boobs back and forth to escape. At this point, the scoreboard was rapidly approaching 200 points, and it had only been 10 minutes.

She knew she was in trouble as she felt herself getting wetter and saw her nipples hardening through her sheer white bra. After another two minutes of torture, the scoreboard hit 200, and Lily could barely focus enough to look around her and see what was coming next.

After 200 points, the players unlock a few more different tools to use in the game. This round, they opted to trade the fluffy toys on her breasts for four tickly hands.

Lily sighed a momentary breath of relief as the upper body toys retracted, but was still giggling and squirming at the feathers scrubbing all over her feet and the edges of her panties.

Her relief was brief, as the four hands rose up towards their victim. The first pair landed on her soft juicy hips, while the other two reached back for her bra.

Had there not been a wall restraining her from doing so, her head would have shot backwards as two small hands started lightly pinching her hips and love handles, while the second pair used two tickly fingers to flick and tease her rock hard nipples through her bra.

Soft moans began mixing in with Lily’s shrieks of terror and delight at the electric sensations. She was getting really turned on by all the attention her panties and nipples were getting, which was being offset slightly by the insanely tickling feathers consistently working her feet. Those feathers employed constantly changing tactics, sometimes sawing in between her toes and other times swirling around her soles and tops of her feet.

She tried to wiggle her hips to push the panty feathers where she really wanted them, but both the bonds and tickly hands lovingly squeezing her hips prevented her from doing so. She was practically flooding down there at this point, all while squirming and cackling like a madwoman.

“300 points!” Holy shit, how long has it been? The clock before her stated that she still had 30 minutes left this round. Lily found herself completely unable to focus on anything else besides the tickle torture her body was facing and the unbearable arousal from having her nipples teased softly through her bra for so long.

As if to answer her prayers, a small pair of scissors came through the floor and snipped off her bra. Lily watched as a hole in the floor opened to swallow it right up, before closing again.

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The meal went off without a hitch. Of course, Marie-Christelle was a little stressed at first, especially as she was serving her guests, with me snooping around, watching her.

And I often saw her clasping her hands against her thighs in an unconscious gesture, for fear, I thought, that her dress would lift and reveal her succulent little ass to everyone.

When she sat down, she would quickly cross her legs and place her hands on her thighs once more…

And then, with the joyful mood of the moment the good wine, I saw her relax a little.

I enjoyed knowing she was naked under her dress, and was delighted to have been able to condition her as I wished up to now.

At one point, as she listened to her friend talking to her, she turned her head towards me from across the table and – while gracing me with a magnificent “playful” smile full of youthful mischief – she gave me a thumbs-up sign, indicating that “all was well”…

As I returned her smile with a discreet wink, I promised myself to ask her later about the meaning of her gesture…

Did she naively want to “reassure” me that she could manage, even without her panties on (while I, like a good bastard, revelled in her potential embarrassment), or did she want to tell me that she loved being naked under her dress? Inwardly, I smiled evilly… and imagined one day confiscating all her lingerie for a week, and forcing her to move and go to work like that…

But I had to stay focused. As the meal slowly drew to a close, we set about clearing away the guests and taking everything back to the kitchen, while making sure that the guests were well supplied with wine and conversation, so as not to interfere with what was to come.

Back in the kitchen, with the door closed, Marie-Christelle set about putting the plates and cutlery in the dishwasher… As she did so, she bent over… her skirt rose critically, and I obviously took the opportunity to grab her ass…

“You’re very lucky there are people around tonight, you know…” I attacked…

“Because now, if it were up to me, I’d raise your skirt a bit more and…”…

Marie-Christelle gave a charming little laugh, turned and faced me…

“Ah, but no, eh?” she said playfully… “You’ve enjoyed way too much already… Besides, you promised to give me back my panties” she simpered…

“You owe it to yourself to keep your promises” she finished, delighted once again to have the last word and thus regain control of the situation.

Or so she thought…

“It’s true,” I said, deceptively bahçeşehir escort good-natured…

“You’ll get your panties back…But not your panties,” I said, in an overly dramatic manner…

From my right pocket, I flaunted a pair of shiny pink polyester panties. They were soft and satiny…

I held them up between my thumb a kind of fear that all this, this situation in the end, was just a prism of my fantasies not about her, but about her daughter through her.

So I had to reassure her… ” My dearest Mother-in-law”, I said solemnly, “her panties will fit you much better than they will her. I began…

” I’ve lost this complicity with your daughter, these little games we play… I sincerely find you beautiful, good and you give me such an hard-on…

Imagining you in them will set my cock on fire”…

I was sincere, and I finished my sentence by taking her in my arms…

Then, as usual to finish convincing her, I placed her hand on my stiff, burning cock…

Marie-Christelle smiled a little… Then, smiling again, she asked me, “Is it clean at least?”, pointing with her chin to the panties I was still holding…

“But…of course!” I replied, falsely scandalized…

“The idea is that you wear them tight against your pussy and then I get them back…Mmmh” I added…

“I can’t wait to take care of what’s between your thighs properly”…

Delighted, Marie-Christelle slipped on the panties and pulled them up between her thighs…

She readjusted her dress, gave me a magnificent smile that made me crack and commented “it’s very soft to wear, in any case”…

Inwardly, I was jubilant… Admittedly, these panties didn’t really belong to her daughter – there was a slight size difference between them – but the important thing was that she was willing to wear them while thinking she was really wearing her daughter’s lingerie…

I was already imagining banging my girlfriend in one of her thongs, letting it dry, then banging her mother in the same thong without washing it in between… The prospects were grandiose and this additional step in the progression of the hold I could exert over my mother-in-law delighted me…

Marie-Christelle busied herself in front of the work surface, she had taken a series of individual desserts from the freezer, sophisticated sorbets, and took charge of finishing the presentation.

Coming up behind her in my best suave voice, I whispered:

“Since I can’t take you right now, on the table like I’m esenyurt escort dying to,” I began, teasing the tips of her breasts with my fingers, “let’s spice things up a bit…” I finished…

From my left pocket, I took out an object; specially acquired for the occasion a few weeks ago… And which was waiting to be used…

It was an egg-shaped object, made of a kind of super-soft, non-irritating biological rubber, with a small string at one end.

Holding the sex toy by the string, still behind my mother-in-law, I swung it in front of her face…

“What’s that?” she asked, all naive… ” Is it a toy? Some kind of Geisha ball, is it?” she blurted out…

I was stunned. Did Marie-Christelle have sex toys in her home?

“Do you…do you know any Geisha balls?” I asked, genuinely stunned…

“No!” She blurted out hastily. “But…My gynecologist recommended them to remuscle my perineum after my second childbirth” she explained, defensively…

“And…did you follow this advice?” I asked in a warm voice… ” Did you stick Geisha balls in your pussy?” I added, very raw…

“No!” she replied firmly… ” I…I didn’t know where to get some and then…I found it…vulgar”…she finally confessed…

“Well,” I said… “we’re finally going to get to experience that today, aren’t we?” I said, a wide, perverse smile lighting up my face…

“But, uh, what’s it going to do to me?” she asked suddenly. I felt her panic, reveling in her anguish and naivety when it came to solitary pleasure, and of course,i was looking forward to exploiting it to cement her addiction.

I was falsely reassuring. In reality, the object in question was a vibrating egg with a remote control… a remote control which was in my pocket, ready to be used… In the feverish, excited state Marie-Christelle had been in following my caresses earlier in the evening, there was no doubt that this device would trigger flashes of pleasure in her vagina, and severely disrupt her behaviour. I wondered whether, at full power, she would be able to maintain her control in front of her children and guests. We were about to find out, so I carefully concealed the real nature of the object from her.

“Don’t move,” I said. “We’ll set it up”…

Gently, I crouched behind her, the egg in my right hand. I gently parted the fabric of her panties to the side, her cunt exuding a gentle warmth and I couldn’t resist running a finger over her large labia beforehand. Marie-Christelle was soaked, she let out a little moan at halkalı escort the touch of my fingers and clung to the worktop again…

“Don’t worry”, I explained… “It’s not going to hurt. It won’t hurt”…

So, very gently, I inserted the egg into her pussy. It went in on its own, and I pushed it deep into her vagina with the tip of my finger…

“Ahoooh!” Marie-Christelle exclaimed as the egg reached the bottom of her vagina.

I was in a frenzy myself… I was this close to ripping that egg out of her pussy, tumbling her over onto the worktop and ramming my cock into her up to the hilt, then pounding into her at a hellish pace…

Taking her gently by the hips, I turned her to face me, still crouching…

Despite the danger of the kitchen door opening, I delicately lifted her skirt, centimeter by centimeter… Marie-Christelle was breathing hard, jerking… She stammered “Wha…wha…what are you doing?”

I didn’t answer her… my nose was just a few centimetres from her pretty pink panties, on which I pulled lightly…

I could feel her little pubic hairs against my fingers, so I gently pulled her panties off until I revealed her burning sex just a few centimetres from my face…

I was hot, I was losing control… How I longed for this woman. There was something visceral, animal about it, and no matter how much my brain screamed at the danger of being caught, I couldn’t stop.

I spent a few seconds contemplating her sex, with the little string of the vibrating egg protruding from between her lips… But we had to get back to the living room, we couldn’t go on like this without risk.

So, with a sharp, well-adjusted flick, I flicked my tongue -just one- up and down her sex, hitting her over-inflated clitoris hard in the process…

“Aah-AAAH” she shouted forcefully. Only the hubbub coming from the living room had probably saved us, so powerful and vibrant was her cry…

“Fuck me” she implored as I replaced her panties and skirt…

“No, don’t put my clothes back on, take me” she protested, but I grabbed her by the shoulders…

“We’ve got to go,” I said… ” Pull yourself together, Marie Christelle”, “I really want you too, but… later”…

Her eyes plunged into mine… In the intensity of her gaze, I could read rage, desire, a kind of impotent despair, and she must surely have read the same in me…

Suddenly, she kissed me… Her tongue joined mine, soft and sweet, and I squeezed her hard against me. At that moment, something happened between us, and I knew that everything would be different from then on…

With just as much force, she disengaged herself, grabbed the desserts, placed them on a large wheeled tray and, without a glance, left the kitchen.

After checking that I still had the remote control for the egg in my pocket, I stepped out…

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Selamlar tüm birhikayemvar.
com hikaye takipçileri.
Ben bir hastabakıcı bayanım.
70 yaşlarında bir dedeye bakarken aynı binada oturan torununa aşık oldum,o dönemlerde erkek arkadaşımda yoktu,benden yaşça hayli küçük ve yakışıklı olması sebebiyle bir türlü cesaret edip yaklaşamıyordum.
Halı saha maçından geldiği birgün eve gelmeden biraz alkol almış kendi evine çıkmadan benim yanıma geldi.
Bende dünden razıydım zaten o gece sabaha kadar sikiştik dur durak bilmeden.
Acayip derecede bıkmadan beni boşaltana kadar yalamasından nasıl zevk aldığımı anlatamam sizlere.
Böyle bir hafta kadar ilişkimiz sürdü.
Birgün gene sevişirken tamda benim üzerimdeyken arkadaşımıda çağırayımmı diye teklif etti,ben baştan şaka zannettim tamam çağır dedim meğer ciddiymiş arkadaşı geldi ama vermedim ikisinide kovdum.
Eve getirdiğini arkadaşını tanıyordum biraz sakinleştikten sonra ondan intikam almaya karar verdim.
Arkadaşının iş yerine gidip onu tahrik etmeye başladım ve emelime muvaffak oldum.
Arkadaşı beni evine götürmüştü içkilerimizi yudumladık talihlimiydim bilinmez siki diğerinden bir hayli büyüktü acıyla zevk alışım bir anda birbirne karışmıştı.
çığlık çığlığa sikişirken ona arkadaşını çağırması söyledim eminmisin dedi evet dedim.
Bir saat sonra kapıya gelmişti ben yatak çırılçıplak yatıyordum beni  görünce şaşırdı.
O gün üçümüz bir ilk defa grup isex yaşadım,hem zevk aldım hemde iki delikanlıya birbirlerini çağırttım muhteşem bir zevkti.
Daha sonralarında ise üst katımdaki devamlı görüştüğümü tamamen bırakmıştım,arkadaşını tercih ettim nedenmi siki diğerinden daha büyük ve bana daha çok zevk verdiği için…

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He arrived in town hot and frustrated after a long drive and a seemingly endless search for the house where he was to be billeted for the weekend. He’d almost given up, and when at last he found the right address, a run-down place in a seedy part of town, with an untrimmed lawn and a broken fence, he wanted to turn away to look for a motel. He was also nervous leaving his van unattended at the curb for even a few minutes with most of his expensive photographic equipment inside.

But that was when a vision of erotic temptation came into view and all choice was abandoned.

“Are you the guy staying with us for the weekend?” a sweet teenage voice asked him.

She’d come quietly up the walk behind him, and as he turned to face her he had to make an effort to stop his jaw gaping open.

“I am,” he managed to mumble, his eyes travelling swiftly up and down the awesome spectacle in front of him.

She was blonde, with greenish blue eyes, a stunningly pretty face and golden brown thighs that seemed to go on forever but eventually disappeared under one of the shortest skirts he’d ever seen. This navy blue item was matched by a blazer with reddish piping and a complicated insignia on the breast pocket. A dark blue tie over a crisp white shirt completed the ensemble, along with white knee socks and a cute straw boater hat. He was amazed to notice that she was examining him almost as closely as he was examining her.

“Come on inside and I’ll show you around,” she went on, moving past him and climbing the steps to the front door. “My name’s Ashley. What’s yours?”

“Kent,” he muttered.

She had a school satchel over one shoulder and as she maneuvered past him it nudged the camera case strung around his neck. He always carried his most valuable camera with him in readiness for the unexpected shot. The sight of her gave him the urge to start photographing her right then and there, though his camera would never have been able to capture the heavy roll of one loose breast inside her shirt, or the ripple of her brown thighs as she climbed the steps in front of him. And he certainly wouldn’t have been fast enough to catch the almost phantasmagorical flash of white panty as her skirt fluttered in the breeze.

“You’re a photographer?” she asked, opening the front door with her key and leading him inside. “You’re here to shoot the games?”

“Yes,” he mumbled. “And to do some interviews, if I can. A couple of players are college prospects.”

She was leading him downstairs, into a cool dark basement, showing him his bedroom, the bathroom next door. Then she was opening another door and standing in the threshold, smiling at him.

“This is my room,” she said, before pausing and giving him a searching look. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure. Of course.”

“Do you only photograph sporting events?”

“I do mostly sports. Why do you ask?”

“No reason. Just curious.”

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Your outfit. That uniform.”

She laughed. “Pretty dorky, isn’t it? I’m in my final year at a local parochial school. I turned eighteen in February so I only have a few weeks to go before I’m free. My dad enrolled me years back, when mom left. He thought I was growing too wild.”

“Wild?”

“Yes. You know. Boys and stuff. He thought I needed a stricter upbringing. More discipline.”

“And did it work?”

“What do you think?”

“I don’t know you well enough to comment.”

They were silent a moment, staring at each other frankly in the half light of the basement. He felt a stirring in his cock as he gazed at her. He’d never come across so alluring and erotic a vision of girlhood in all his travels, which had been extensive. A spasm of guilt flowed through him.

“Shouldn’t I meet your parents? Are they upstairs?”

“As I said, mom left years back. Ran off with some salesman guy. It’s just dad and me, and he’s hardly ever home. He drives truck. Long distance. He’s gone for days at a time. You might see him tonight, you might not. I never know his schedule.”

Again they were silent for a while, staring at each other. He found it hard to take his eyes off her. She was mesmerizing. And what amazed him most was the fact that she seemed equally interested in him. Again he felt a twitch in his crotch.

“Will you be here for dinner? Do I need to order something?” she asked.

“No no, I have to go over to the stadium. Check things out. There are practise sessions tonight. I’ll get something there. I’ll probably be back late.”

“I won’t lock up until after you get in.”

She flashed him a warm smile and stepped into her room. Resisting the urge to follow her he went back to his own room, which was surprisingly cozy and pleasant, considering the outer state of the house. He hauled in some cameras and personal items from his van, his imagination on fire with the thought of such erotic temptation a few feet from his bedroom. He’d probably see very little of her, though, come to think of it. She was sure to have bağcılar eskort some stud boyfriend, and would doubtless be with him all weekend. Good thing too. He needed to concentrate to cover the damn football games.

He was on his way out the door when she called out to him from the foot of the stairs.

“Would you mind if I hitched a ride with you to the stadium? I just heard from some friends who are hanging out, watching from the stands.”

“Sure. Come along. Will you need a ride back home?”

“Maybe. I’ll let you know.”

She dashed up the steps and they headed to his van. She’d changed out of her school uniform, he noticed. She wore cut-off jeans and a loose sweatshirt that did little to hide the heavy roll of her lush breasts.

“You meeting a boyfriend?” he asked as they moved out from the seedy side of town toward the wide boulevards near the stadium.

“I don’t have a boyfriend. We broke up two months back when I caught him fucking a friend of mine.”

“Ouch. He cheated on someone as cute as you?”

“He came to regret it. But I won’t take him back. There are lots of other guys around.”

“No one yet though?”

“Not yet. I’m taking my time. I graduate in a few weeks. I may not even stay in town. How about you? You married?”

“Not yet. I broke up with someone not long ago myself. I’m enjoying being single.”

She turned her head to smile at him and he again felt the twinge in his crotch. He wondered how he’d make it through the weekend living in close quarters with such a luscious young girl.

“Tell me about your photography. You say you mostly do sports?”

“Yes. I work for a newspaper in the city.”

“Ever do any other photography? With models and such?”

“Why do you ask?”

“Oh, I’m thinking of putting together a portfolio. I think I’d enjoy modelling.”

“What kind of modelling?” he asked, his mind racing.

“I’m not sure yet. But I do have a pretty awesome body.”

“You do. And a face to match. I think you could do very well.”

“Do you really? Do you have any connections in the city?”

“Not at the paper. But I do know one guy. He’s kind of a specialist, though.”

“Specialist?”

“He does nudes. Erotic photography. You’d have to take your clothes off.”

“I could do that! I’m not shy, in case you haven’t noticed. I could really get into something like that. Does he do porn?”

“I believe he has done some. I’m not sure how much.”

“Could you arrange for me to meet him? Not for the porn, necessarily. I’m not sure I’m ready for that. But the nude stuff I could do, I know it.”

“I could talk to him. But it would help if I had some samples to show him.”

“Let’s do it! Let’s start tomorrow, if you have time. We could start my portfolio.”

He glanced over at her to see if she was serious. She appeared to be. Her green-blue eyes were alight as she gazed ahead, and there was a soft, incredibly mature smile on those full, pulpy lips. It turned into a sexy laugh as he was forced suddenly to jam on the brakes before nearly rear-ending a pick-up truck in front of them.

“Sorry,” he grinned, as they turned into the stadium parking lot. “I was too busy thinking about you with no clothes on.”

They parted just inside the stadium, she to meet her friends, he to take some informal shots of the practise session and chat with the coach and two of the more promising players, a wide receiver and a potential star quarterback. But he found it hard to concentrate. He couldn’t get Ashley off his mind. He caught sight of her up in the stands at one point, laughing with a couple of girlfriends. Then she was gone and he went back to wandering round the stadium trying to focus.

He had a burger and a couple of beers at the concession stand and after a few follow-up questions for the coach he prepared to leave, scanning the dispersing fans for Ashley. He sat in the van for several long minutes, waiting for her to show, and had started the vehicle and was about to pull out when suddenly there she was.

She was waving goodbye to her friends and as she neared the van he noticed her bump into an elderly man and stagger a little, as if she were drunk. Sure enough, she almost tripped climbing into the vehicle, a huge grin lighting up her face.

“Sorry I’m late. I’ve had such a great time. Kate and Morgan had a bottle of vodka in their car and we spent the last hour demolishing it. At least Kate and I did. Morgan has to drive. I’m a little tipsy.”

“You sure are. You sure you don’t want to stay with them.?”

“No. I want to go home with you. You’re nice.”

He didn’t quite know what to say to that so he drove on in silence, trying to ignore the erection stirring in his jeans. She was quiet too until they were almost home.

“Did you get the shots you wanted?” she asked finally.

“A few. I couldn’t concentrate. I had my mind on other things.

“Like what?”

“You, actually. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

She laughed. zeytinburnu eskort “I’m flattered. Were they clean thoughts?”

“No they weren’t. They were incredibly dirty.”

Again she laughed, as they pulled up in front of the house. She climbed out, a little unsteadily, and rummaged for her key. Then before she slammed her door she had one last word.

“See you inside.”

He sat there for a long minute, hoping for his erection to subside, as she went up the walk and disappeared into the house. Her last words sure sounded like an invitation of some kind, but he was wary in case her father was home. It didn’t look like it. The house was dark. But his expectations were not very high as he followed her into the house and stashed his gear in his room. Her bedroom door was closed and so he headed into the bathroom and within seconds was standing under a hot shower, gently stroking his now half erect cock.

Under the hissing hot water he didn’t hear the bathroom door open. Ashley had slipped in quietly wearing nothing but her panties and bra. One strap had fallen off her shoulder and a full breast was exposed almost to the nipple. She didn’t seem to notice. All her attention was on the shower stall and the shadow splashing under the spray.

The water stopped and Kent stepped out and began towelling down. It took him several seconds to notice Ashley standing there.

“Ashley! What is this?” he gasped.

“I wanted to see you. I wanted to see you without your clothes,” she replied. Her face was a little flushed and she was breathing heavily, her breasts rising and falling in their flimsy harness.

“Is your father home?” He was towelling off as quickly as he could.

“He’s not back till Tuesday. He texted me.”

She was examining him closely, her eyes taking in the muscles of his arms and chest, his flat belly, his thighs. He was keeping the towel over his crotch, but she caught glimpses of his cock from time to time.

“Oh fuck, it’s huge! I knew it would be,” she sighed.

He stopped towelling and stared at her. Then he slowly wrapped the towel over his shoulders and stood there naked for her, his engorged prick swaying gently from side to side. It was thick and puffy, seeming to curve halfway to his knees after his partial masturbation in the shower. He leaned back against the sink counter and smiled.

“You like it?”

“Oh fuck, it’s beautiful!” she gasped.

She took a step toward him, her eyes never leaving his cock. It seemed to be stiffening, angling higher till it no longer pointed to the floor but at her crotch.

“Would you mind if I touched it?” she asked. And without waiting for an answer she curled her fingers around it and gently squeezed.

It responded right away, stiffening in her fist. She began a slow pumping motion, amazed at how heavy it was. It was like a chunk of lead pipe in her hand.

“Fuck, it’s getting even bigger!” she raved. “Just how huge does it get?”

“Wait and see,” he laughed.

She stood really close to him now and he took a few seconds to study her face. She really was one of the most beautiful creatures he’d ever seen. The long straight blonde hair, the incredible eyes, the perfect teeth, and a mouth that sent his imagination into overdrive. Her lips were amazingly full and pulpy, with an almost indecent pout to them. He wanted to kiss them, to suck on them, and he couldn’t help but wonder how they would feel wrapped around his cock.

Her body was perfection. Full, heavy tits, a tiny waist, flat brown belly, gently curved hips, and long, slender, perfectly shaped legs. There was a gap where her pussy mound separated her thighs inside her taut white panties.

“Would you let me suck it?” she whispered.

It was a question he’d never imagined hearing, and he didn’t even need to answer it. She was sinking to her knees, one hand still clutching his prick, the other stroking down his chest and belly. His cock soared up dangerously in her fist now and she eyed it for a few seconds, smiling softly.

“It must be nine inches long and it’s still growing!” she cooed. “And so thick!”

She scraped her tongue up the underside of the shaft, planted a wet kiss on the hot pink head, then sank her pulpy lips over it.

He groaned softly. Her lips felt even better than he’d imagined. He watched them creep lower and lower. His cockhead and several inches of shaft disappeared. Then she paused, breathing deeply through her nose.

“You sure your dad isn’t around?” he gasped.

There was no answer for several seconds while she sucked. Finally she drew her mouth up and off the shaft with a wet plop.

“You think I’d be on my knees sucking cock in the basement bathroom if he was?” she smiled.

But then right away she was back on it, licking, kissing,, and sinking her swollen lips over the throbbing head. This time she went deeper, taking almost half the thick shaft in before starting a gentle up and down motion with her face. His cock grew thicker, güngören eskort harder, longer.

She wrapped both fists around it and squeezed as she shucked up and down. He groaned again. The sight of her lovely face bloated with his granite cock was driving him quickly to the edge. His balls were growing heavy and numb.

“Can I lick your balls?” she panted, pulling her mouth off him to take another breather.

It was as if she could sense his condition, and without waiting for a reply she began scraping her pretty pink tongue this way and that on his nut sac, leaving it glistening. All the while one fist kept up a steady wanking motion on his prick.

At one point she drew one bloated ball into her mouth and began sucking on it like a piece of hard candy. She stretched the skin of his scrotum taut with a slight backward movement of her head. And she all the while gazed up at him around the massive bulk of his hard-on with those awesome blue-green eyes.

She slopped out his testicle and drew in the other one, performing the same obscene service. But then she sensed a sudden tension in his thighs and she knew how close he was drawing to climax. She set free his balls and grinned up at him.

“Do you want to fuck my tits for a while?” she wondered.

She slipped the remaining bra strap off her shoulder and let the halter slither to her waist. She rose up on her knees and pressed both big beautiful tits to either side of his monster cock. Up and down she humped, squeezing his trapped prick and scraping the shaft with her rock-hard nipples.

“You’re really something, young lady,” he croaked. His hands came up to stroke through her gorgeous blonde hair.

“I guess I just love really big cocks. I just can’t help myself,” she grinned.

“Have you had very many?”

“No, that’s just it. I’ve only had small or average cocks. I’m learning something new about myself every day.”

“You seem really … experienced.”

“Not really. But I’m a very fast learner. And I love sex. You’ve no idea just how much I love sex.”

He felt the sperm rising in his balls. Much more talk like this and he’d be shooting his load. Already his cock was oozing gobs of slime into her cleavage as she fucked him with her tits.

“Fuck, I love your cock! I just fucking love it!” she moaned. “I could suck it all night long.”

She was letting his dick slip from between her tits, gripping it in one hand before shoving it back in her mouth. But suddenly he took it from her, clutched it in his fist and began rubbing it harshly into her face, smearing pre-cum juice onto her cheeks, her chin, her nose, her mouth, her eyelids and forehead.

“Yes! Do that! Do dirty, dirty things to me!” she mumbled. “Do whatever you want! I’ll let you do anything!”

She stuck out her tongue and tried to lick his prick as it was smeared this way and that on her lovely features. Eventually he rammed it back in her mouth and forced it deep in her gullet. Her eyes bulged and her nostrils flared as he began to fuck her face as hard as he could.

He held her head in his hands and plowed back and forth, his ass pistoning. She gurgled. She snorted. Her eyes rolled. She was almost choking on his cock. And as she waited for his prick to explode in her mouth strings of saliva and pre-cum juice drooled from her lips.

But then he pulled his glistening dick from her mouth and gripped it tight in one fist. He began to jerk off furiously, his cockhead inches above her face.

“Tilt your head back. Open your mouth. Close your eyes,” he ordered.

She did as she was told and he placed his free left hand alongside her head and angled her back further, his fingers clutching her hair.

“Do you know what I’m going to do to you?” he panted.

“You’re going to come all over my face,” she answered.

“And how do you feel about that?”

“I want you to. I want to feel your hot jizz all over my cheeks and forehead and in my eyes and up my nose and in my hair and fucking everywhere.”

“Ever had it done to you before?”

“Never.”

“Because I’m warning you, I haven’t had sex in three weeks. I’m liable to shoot a couple of quarts.”

“Do it! Spurt your hot jizz all over my face! Cover me with it! I want to drown in your sperm! I want to look like a dirty, cum-covered slut!”

“Okay. Get ready to be painted. Take a deep breath. I’m going to fucking plaster you.”

All this time he’d been jerking off madly and now he let out a deep groan as a monstrous rope of semen rode up the center of Ashley’s face, smearing her cheek, sealing one eye shut and ending up looped in her blonde hair.

“Ohhh!” she gasped, partly in shock, partly in pleasure. “More! More! I want to be fucking covered! Paint my face with your cock-slime!”

She waited with her face under his pumping cock for more of his scalding ball juice, giving off loud moans of joy each time a fresh wad hit her. He began to splatter her full in the face with jet after jet of steaming sperm. For the better part of a minute he pasted her other cheek, her nose, her chin and her other eye. Ashley’s poor face was soon disfigured with thick ropes of silver.

“Sweet fuck!” he howled, spraying another huge streamer of cum up the center of her face. His balls seemed to have endless supplies of juice to unload.

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She looked so fucking HOT! Just the kind of girl that made Trevor melt.

An inch or two over five feet, thin – not starving, but very slender. Her all black outfit was cut just a little low, drawing attention to her pert breasts – A cups? – sitting high and proud on her chest. It fit snugly along her curves, showing a wonderful contrast between her tiny waist and her curvy hips. A flat stomach and a round, tight ass sat atop thin but shapely legs, which did not look very short for her small stature. Her long blond hair was fixed in a pony tail, high on the back of her head, which bounced from side to side when she moved. When she walked it kept time with her hips, undulating, driving Trevor totally crazy.

Basically, she looked more like a 14 year old who had developed quickly. But no, don’t think Trevor was into young girls. Not illegally young. That didn’t interest him at all. But he loved very feminine women. Dainty ones. This girl was 18. No, 19 according to her records, he noticed. Very feminine and dainty. And she was so attractive, so damn cute, and her body such an extreme example of what turned him on the most, that he was barely able to get through the routine conference that he had with all of his students.

Finally the basic conversation was over. Trevor relaxed some now, and turned the conversation more personal.

“Has your adjustment to this college been going well?” he asked her.

“Oh, yes, it’s been great. I love the campus, the professors, and most of all the other students,” she answered.

“So, it sounds like there is a special guy – or guys – in your life.” That would be disappointing.

“No,” she mumbled, looking down at the floor. “That’s one area that hasn’t developed at all.”

He looked longingly at her, at her body, thinking that this might be an opening for him “No dates for someone as pretty as you?”

She looked up at him, her sad face smiling at the compliment. “There have been dates, but nothing that has worked out. The guys seem so immature. Goofing around all the time. Drinking.”

“So you don’t drink?”

“Well, I am only 19,” she laughed.

“Oh, of course then.” He joined in her laughter.

She continued. “I don’t mind the drinking. But most guys seem to treat it like a competitive sport.”

Now was his chance. Trevor moved in. “Perhaps a lovely young lady like yourself isn’t happy with boys. Perhaps you would be happier if you found yourself a more mature man.”

“You’re probably right.” She seemed to be thinking about his suggestion. “Boys my own age always have seemed immature, here and in high school.”

Trevor needed to find out if this was a possibility. Barely 30 years of age, he kept himself in good shape and did not feel old at all. But he realized what 30 might seem like to a 19 year old. “But, Sarah, what if you had a chance to date a grown up man? Although someone, say, as old as I am would seem pretty old to you, wouldn’t it?”

“Oh, no, not if he looked like you.” Sarah blushed as she heard the words she had just said.

Trevor laughed, to difuse the situation. “Don’t be embarrased, Sarah, I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“Oh, I meant it as one.” She gathered herself. “I mean, you don’t seem old at all. Your classes are fun, interesting. And you must be athletic. You look like you could fit in as a student if you dressed as badly as they do.”

They both smiled at that comment, but Trevor was smiling for another reason. Maybe this little hottie was available.

“I’ll tell you what. If you’re not busy tonight, why don’t we have a little dinner together. You can tell me more about yourself, and maybe you can see if you might be interested in an older man.”

Sarah’s look was one of surprise. He didn’t know what else she was thinking.

“Oh, I don’t know. Dating a professor…”

“Don’t think of it as a date. It’s just dinner. Just an experiment. You’re not dating me, you’re just seeing what an older man might be like etiler eskort compared to what you’re used to.”

“Oh, I see. Well, I guess that would be all right.”

Was that a hint of disappointment he saw in her face when he said it wasn’t a date? He hoped so.

“But still, it would be best not to tell your friends that we are going out.”

“I understand,” she said, not sure if she really understood. Was he asking her out on a date, or was it just as he said?

The date – or non-date – was fabulous. Trevor took her to an elegant restaurant. They knew him well, and didn’t question her age when he ordered for them both, including wine. And he made sure that she enjoyed as much wine as he could reasonably get her to drink.

After two hours of intelligent conversation, great food, and a lot of wine, they were ready to leave. He drove them straight back to his place, which confused her.

“Why are we here?” she asked.

“The evening is not over,” Trevor answered. “I have enjoyed our conversation too much to end it now. You are a very interesting woman.”

Sarah’s buzz made her feel especially excited at the compliment, as well as when this sophisticated man called her a woman. “Is this your apartment?”

“Yes, it is. I thought it would be the best place to continue our conversation. We have so much more to talk about. And you can see if this compares to where the boys live.”

This made Sarah smile. Didn’t he know that the boys lived in dorm rooms, or in frat houses? Oh, what horrible places she had seen. Messy, stinky places with pictures of nude girls and various illegal drugs. Trying to show their rebelliousness, she thought.

“Oh, wow!’ she said, as they entered the apartment. It was more than she had imagined. It looked professionally decorated, and even put her parents’ furnishings to shame. “This is no dorm room!”

He was getting wine for them as he asked her to sit on the couch. “Get comfortable.” he said. “Take your shoes off.”

She did as he said, and tucked her feet under her legs. She was feeling overwhelmed. The wine, the adult conversation, the royal treatment she had been getting all evening – it all made her head spin.

He sat beside her, handed her a glass of wine, and made a toast. He sat his glass down, but insisted she take another sip of hers. She held it while they talked, the conversation starting to turn towards boys and dating. Sarah did not think to object when his hand gently laid on her tucked leg.

Trevor had gradually been getting closer, more intimate, as they talked. Now he looked deeply and softly into Sarah’s eyes. “I’d like to know how they treat you. For example, when they kiss you, do they kiss like this?”

He placed his hands softly along her jaw line, stroking just a little, and brought her head towards his. Their lips touched lightly, his head changed angles slightly, and then another kiss. This one was a bit longer before he broke it off. Then another one, his lips parted, his tongue coming out to brush against her lips.

Sarah’s lips parted as well, and she moaned a little before she could stop herself. As his tongue eased into her mouth, her own tongue rushed forward hard and battled with it. She pushed her mouth harder into his, and was lost for a moment in the emotion. Trevor finally pulled slowly away.

“Oh, my God!” Sarah blurted. “Oh, gosh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean… I didn’t mean to…” She couldn’t form her thoughts.

Trevor pulled her in closer. “It’s okay. I enjoyed it. You are fantastic. I find that I am enchanted by you.”

She looked at him questioningly, not even certain of what he had said. “What? I… I… That was really good,” she finally managed.

He started kissing light pecks on the side of her neck and on her ear lobe. “You kiss very well,” he told her.

“Oh, you… you.” She sighed in surrender. “You do, too. That was amazing.”

He raised her head in his hands, kissing cihangir eskort her eyes and nose, and said, “There is so much more. You are too much woman to be going out with boys.”

“Me?” she said.

“Boys can’t understand you. You are sensuous, romantic. You have so much to offer a man.”

She felt her body slump as she listened to his compliments. No, boys didn’t talk like this. Or act like this. She was overwhelmed. The alcohol, the compliments, the kissing – oh, the kissing! – the feeling that this sophisticated man wanted to be with her. He seemed to actually like talking to her. Touching her. Kissing her. Yes, kiss me more, she thought to herself.

As if on cue, Trevor’s fingers traced their way up across her cheek, brushed her hair back, and held her face as his lips came towards hers. They met, and she was ready this time. Her lips were parted widely, waiting for his tongue. She was not disappointed. Mouths wide open, tongues thrashing about, they met in a hard, deep, passionate kiss that seemed to have no end. On and on it went until neither of them could breathe. When they parted they held each other tight, gasping for air.

Trevor’s right hand stroked Sarah’s arm, caressed her back, and finally slid lower to cup her perfectly formed ass. Sarah was turning to jelly as their lips began another heated, sensuous kiss. She felt his hand slide down her leg enough to get under the skirt she had worn for this evening, and urged it to hurry as it came back up to reclaim her ass. Only her panties were separating them. His hand slid over her panties, up and down, back and forth, and finally under the elastic band to firmly hold her bare cheek in his hand.

Sarah could tell she getting wet. She was, quite literally, hot all over, and especially between her legs. Their kissing continued, as well as her moaning, only getting worse as Trevor’s lips moved down over her neck. Then over her collarbone. Then onto her upper chest. It kept going lower, slowly, and she finally realized that his left hand was unbuttoning her blouse to make was for his lips. Yes! She wanted him to hurry! She needed to feel his touch all over her body.

Finally his mouth brushed against her breast, just above the bra cup. Trevor pulled the cup away. It wasn’t much. A light, sheer thing. Support wasn’t needed for her small breasts. Small, yes, but very sensitive. “Never more sensitive than tonight!” she thought to herself as he exposed them briefly before his lips found her nipple.

“Ohhhhh,” she moaned as she felt his hot lips on her bud. The electric shocks shot all through her body, especially to her pussy, and she had to part her legs to allow air down there. It was so hot and wet, she was sure.

Sarah was breathing hard, every other breathe a soft moan as Trevor played with her breast. He slid his tongue around her nipple, then over it, then rubbing it back and forth. He sucked the nipple into his mouth. He continued sucking, getting the whole breast into his mouth. Not that hard to do, considering the size of her breast, but a sensuous feeling for them both. He bit lightly on the nipple, now as hard as a rock, and sucked just it in and out between his teeth. The rough grating of his teeth on her nipple drove her insane.

Somehow her blouse had been taken off and her bra was hanging loose as Trevor attacked the second breast in much the same way. Sarah was pushing her chest at him, wanting everything he could give her, and she hardly gave it a thought when his hand slid between her legs from the front. Her body, on its own, pushed itself firmly into his hand, her pussy feeling relief and comfort in his grip.

Sarah was moaning almost non-stop now. She wasn’t thinking, she couldn’t think, she could only be grateful as she felt his hand inside her panties, and his finger reach down between the folds of her pussy. His finger at her hole, and rubbing against her clit, was such a thrilling feeling that… “Aaaaaaaaaaa.” avrupa yakası eskort Sarah cried out as an orgasm suddenly erupted from deep within her. Where had that come from? Her body rocked hard into the palm of his hand as she came, her hands pulling Trevor’s head into her chest.

It took a long moment for her mind to regain its senses. She was hardly done climaxing before Trevor pulled her panties from underneath her and was again attacking her pussy. He pulled her forward a bit so it was easier to reach, and slid a finger into her soaked entrance. Her body reacted as he sunk his finger deep within her. Trevor thought that her vagina was pretty tight, but she was not a virgin. That was a relief.

He wiggled his finger around inside her, feeling the soft walls inside her, and also rubbed the palm of his hand against her clit. Still sucking on her tits and kissing her chest, he was nearly as excited as she was. He pushed a second finger into her channel, this one making a more difficult entrance than the first. He thought he felt a soft, squishy spot inside her, and as he explored that area, Sarah erupted into another orgasm, thrashing about on his fingers and hand. She was really gasping for air as her fingers reached for something to grab onto. She felt like she was floating, falling, while her body was wracked with her first multiple orgasm ever.

Trevor loved what he was able to do to this adorable creature. She was everything he had hoped for in a perfect example of a woman. But he was going crazy as well. He needed more, he needed relief, he needed to have more than his fingers inside her. Although he kept his fingers there, and he kept kissing her breasts and chest, he used one hand on his own pants. Somehow he managed to get them open, then rip them down, along with his underwear, so that his iron hard erection was finally free. Hardly had Sarah recovered from her second orgasm than Trevor pulled his fingers out of her and guided his stiff dick into her.

Sarah’s eyes and mouth opened wide as she felt this new intrusion. She knew this was different. Of, course, it was his penis. “Oh, yes! My God, YES!” were the only words she could coherently think of. That was the biggest thing she had ever felt inside her. It pushed her vaginal walls out, her pussy seemed stretched to its limits, yet she only wanted more. Deeper than she could remember ever being penetrated, yet she rocked her hips harder and harder hoping to get reamed harder, wider, deeper.

He drove his dick repeatedly into her, sweat suddenly running down his body. All of the passion that had built up was now trying to be released. His body was trying to nail her to the couch, but her body was responding just as much. Her hips kept driving up to meet each thrust, so that together they let out a loud groan each time they banged into each other.

Trevor’s dick was now even bigger as it filled, getting ready for his much needed release. He reached a hand down between them to find her clit. Sarah groaned louder than ever as she felt him rubbing it. Both were nearing the end. “Oh, God, please! I have to cum!” was nearly the only thought either of them had.

Sarah screamed out in a long, agonizing wail as her third orgasm burst from deep within. Her legs were wrapped around Trevor, and she drew them tight, wanting to force his dick up inside her, all the way through her if possible. Trevor could hardly move now with her legs holding him so tight, but he pushed hard into her depths and held his throbbing erection deep. Her pussy walls throbbed in orgasm, and he finally released his load into her. He managed to pull out a little as she relaxed, and shoved back into her as his last shots were expelled.

They held like that for a long moment, frozen in time. unable to think. Finally the fog in their minds started to clear and they hugged. And kissed. And stroked each others’ body, until Trevor’s dick was soft enough that he had to pull out and clean up, before all of their cum soaked into the couch. He grabbed his shirt and cupped her pussy with it, wiping his dick with the end of it at the same time. After a little more hugging and kissing, they lay there, half dreaming, half asleep, saying nothing at all. Both were totally drained and totally satisfied.

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In ‘Mr D and the Babysitter’ I set the scene for this and other stores to come. I followed up with ‘Mr D and the Babysitter (now live in)’, then ‘Mr D and Rachel looking forward’. This story picks up where the last one left off. I will start with a summary, but why not go back and read the previous stories! The taboo/incest aspect will develop later in the series. Let me know what you think.

All persons in this story involved sexually are aged at least 18 years.

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My wife, Debbie, died in a tragic accident when we had only been married for two years. She was finally pregnant with what would have been our first child but her second. When we married she had a beautiful three year old daughter, Sarah, whose father had died when she was about one. So each other was all we had. The teenager, Rachel, from next door began caring for Sarah and spent a lot of time at our house over the next two years. When she graduated from secondary school, just after she turned eighteen, she came to live with us because her parents moved interstate to expand their business. So then all we had was the three of us, which is where the second story took over. That second story was all on our first full day together but ended with Sarah walking in unexpectedly catching’ Rachel and naked together. We managed to cover up that embarrassing moment. The next day we spent at the beach together. After a pool party at home Rachel had an idea for a very sexy game to play with a few select friends. The planning for that was so arousing that, finally, we had sex completely. Now, the planning for that party begins.

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Party Day! Rachel and I had organised everything to make sure this would eb a party to remember. Everyone attending would be over 18 so there was plenty of alcohol on hand. And food of course. But the most important preparations were to get the space ready for ‘the game’.

Rachel had devised an interesting party game focussed on ‘massaging’. We were still looking for a good name for it. The rules were:

Everyone present was allocated a number. Best not to have too many people. We had decided that eight would be best, equally divided between guys and girls.

One ‘spinner card’ would have the number of each person and a ‘twister-like’ spinner so that each number had an equal chance of being chosen. I prepared a few sets of these cards covering all the possible numbers between four and ten participants. Just to be ready for whatever we did with this in the future.

The person with number ONE spun first. Whichever number the arrow stopped at on the spinner card showed the person that they would massage. If they spun up their own number then they would have to strip off completely and masturbate in front of the group for the allocated time. We decided that ten minutes was best and I had a kitchen timer ready to use.

The person doing the massage (if they were not going to be touching themselves) then spun a second card. On this card were a series of numbers. 10%. 25%. 50%. 90%. 98% and 100%. That showed how much of a massage would be given. 10% meant just a head massage. 25% was head and shoulders. Both mostly fairly basic though in a cupboard somewhere I had a wire thing called an ‘orgasmatron’ which I bought at the Perth Show and using that on a head could get me going. We had decided that, since the person receiving the massage for 10% or 25% did not need to be naked, just to keep it interesting if that was what was spun then the person giving the massage would be naked. And, in the game, once anyone got naked they stayed that way until the game ended.

50% meant full back and for that the person receiving the massage would get naked, and then stay naked of course. 90% was where it started getting more interesting. That meant a massage of the person front and back EXCEPT anywhere that bathers or bikini would cover. The person receiving the massage, if they were not already naked, would keep their underwear on to help to mark where the massage was supposed to stop. Supposed to, though hands might drift a little, we thought.

98% was a full naked massage everywhere except the triangle of a girls pussy or a guys cock and balls. These were not allowed to be touched. Accidents might happen but any touching there would be very fleeting. 100% was what it said. Massage, touching, full attention everywhere.

As well as preparing the food and drinks we make sure that the space where we would gather would be comfortable. We had couches arranged around the edge of a large space in the lounge room. In the centre, where we usually had a coffee table, I had arranged a low flat padded single bed. Just right to allow the person giving the massage to kneel and for everyone else sitting around to be able to see everything that was happening.

We had decided on another rule though. No actual sex was allowed. However carried away anyone got they would have to keep that until later if that was what they rus escort wanted to do. Rather than being a party pooper restriction we realised that it would actually make it more exciting because as the game went on the sexual tension in the room would keep climbing.

This would be the first time we had tried out the game, though, and so we would have to wait and see what would happen. Would people break the rules? Was ten minutes enough? Would it be too exciting or too boring. We deliberately decided that we would not try to limit any ‘side action’ (except for the no sex rule that is). If the people watching started getting a bit friendly then, so long as it didn’t take attention away from those ‘playing the game’ then that was ok. We wouldn’t say anything about that though. Just let it happen if it happens.

Rachel and I were obviously two of the players. Rachel had decided that three of her friends were likely to be up for this, three hotties, Lizzie and Bec and Angela. I have no idea if this was deliberate but they were the three of Rachel’s friends who I put at the top of the hot list, after Rachel of course. Bec and John were sort of an item and so she had insisted that he be invited as well. The girls had decided which other guys to invite so we would find out tonight who would arrive with them.

Sarah, my stepdaughter who Rachel had come to move in to help babysit, had gone to stay at a friend’s house tonight. I had arranged with the mum of one of her school friends for Sarah to go to their place and stay overnight. We had already had a couple of close calls when Sarah had nearly caught me with Rachel and if Sarah appeared in the night and found the lounge room full of naked adults that might be too hard to explain.

We were both so excited that we nearly dashed into the bedroom to fuck, as we had been as often as we could since we first took that step for the first time a week ago. But Rachel and I decided that it was a good thing to keep that edge, even in ourselves. Needless to say that added to us being pumped up when we opened the door finally to welcome our guests.

Bec and John arrived first. Since they were here early it made it easier to start with checking out with them if this was going to be ok. There was a possibility, an absolute certainty really, that they would end up watching the other one being touched intimately by someone else. Would they be ok with that. Bec confirmed “But there is no actual sex? Right?” When we nodded she said, with a hint of concern, “Ok, I suppose that will actually be ok. And everyone stays in the same room so that we can see what actually happens?”

“That is the idea.” I replied. I could see that now we had come to the actual event Bec was not entirely convinced about the idea of watching some other girl, even one of her closest friends, touching her guy. We would have to keep an eye on her to make sure this didn’t spoil the evening.

John was cool with whatever happened. Typical guy. Yes he was hot for Bec but the idea of being touched by some other girl like this, or being ‘allowed’ to touch one of Bec’s hot friends, had been spinning through his mind ever since she invited him along and explained what was going to happen. Just so that he was reminded of who he belonged to they had stopped on the way here, at Bec’s suggestion, and fucked in the back of his car. For John that actually made him more pumped and excited about what might happen through the evening.

Everyone grabbed a drink and settled into the couches in the lounge. John complimented me on the spinners I had made up. I had thought about using a digital form, with buttons and a screen, but then there might have some accusation of rigging. It has been easy to use my home workshop to make up the wooden ‘cards’ with a spinning arrow which was balanced to try to make sure it spun evenly.

About fifteen minutes later the doorbell rang again and we were surprised when it was just Lizzie and Angela at the door. Once inside they explained that one of the guys who they had invited had backed out and the other one had been called into a shift at the fast food place where he worked. He was pissed off to have to miss out and we all knew that his boss would probably have sacked him if he had refused the extra shift.

At least that was what the girls said. I had my suspicions that the girls might have rigged it this way. Now we were only six. Four girls and two guys. That increased the number of times anyone would be massaged and maybe it would also allow for some different ‘action’ that the girls had wanted to happen. We would see.

Lizzie and Angela got their first drinks and the rest of us were already onto our second. We just chatted for a little while but everyone’s eyes kept being drawn to the spinners lying in the centre of the bed between the couches. I should add that I had also prepared both a pile of towels and a couple of large pump top bottles of massage oil.

Rachel istanbul eskort took the lead. “Ok everyone. Shall we play?” No objections. We all felt the tension and anticipation rise. That wasn’t the only thing rising. I could already feel myself getting aroused! Rachel explained the game again and all of the rules that we had set.

Lizzie had a question we had not anticipated. “When we massage the other person are we only allowed to use our hands or can we use any other part of our body.”

I shrugged as I wasn’t sure what to say but Rachel chipped in quickly, “How about this? The first round of massages just hands can be used. From the second round you can use any other part of your body if you want to. The no full sex rule still applies though. Can we all agree on that?” Everyone except Bec agreed enthusiastically and in the end even she nodded her agreement.

We had thoughts about having a bag with numbers to draw to allocate the players but we thought it was best this first time around to let our guests go first. Rachel and I both stood with our hands behind our backs, each hand with a number. This was a bit easier now there were only four others. Bec chose Rachel’s right hand and got number 1. John ended up as number 3. Lizzie was 2 and Angela number 4. Rachel and I had decided that I would be last so she became number 5.

Rachel handed Bec the first spinner card and her smile beamed when she spun up number 3. She would get to start with John, and even though she knew she could not affect to outcome she hoped that when he had his turn he would spin up her number. I was right. She was feeling a bit uncertain about this game.

Bec seemed a little disappointed though when she got 50% on the second spinner. That meant that John was going to be the first one to be totally naked and that she could only massage his back. John stripped quickly and I noticed the other girls all admiring his semi-stiff cock as he lay down quickly on a towel in the centre of the bed. Once he was there I started the timer and said to Bec “Go for it.”

She gave him a reasonable massage. I thought her touch was a bit light, though when she was sliding her hands across the back of his thighs John did start squirming. The ten minute buzzer sounded surprisingly quickly. Maybe this was too quick, though it certainly allowed for a quick change over so that others could get a turn. Bec used a towel to rub off most of the oil she had put onto John’s back. We had wondered about covering the couches with something but I decided they were old and needed recovering anyway and so after tonight I would get that done. That meant that any ‘stains’ would not matter, for tonight at least.

Lizzie took the spinner and gave it a flick. Surprisingly it landed on number 3 again. I had checked the device and it was not unbalanced or in any way favouring any particular number. Bec frowned but was more comfortable when the second spinner landed on 10%. Just a head massage. The head on John’s shoulders that was.

What Bec soon realised though was that the way the space was arranged meant that the only practical way for Lizzie to give John a head massage was for him to sit on the edge of the bed, naked, his stiffening cock on display. Lizzie stood in front of John, her breasts at his eye level. And every time she looked down she could see his cock pointing up at her. Everyone else then noticed what I had seen immediately when the girls arrived. Lizzie was wearing a pretty, thin, white top but nothing underneath. As the game had started I had noticed that her nipples had begun to be more prominent and now they were pointing out clearly through the fabric, only a short distance in front of John’s face.

Lizzie was only a couple of minutes into the massage when Angela said “Hey, wasn’t it part of the rules that if you spun up 10% or 25% then the person giving the massage had to get naked?”

She was right and we had forgotten because John was already naked. I paused the timer while Lizzie stripped. As well as not wearing a bra she hadn’t been wearing any panties either. Keeping to the rules of the massage in the first round being only with the hands Lizzie was very careful not to lean in too far and let her breasts actually connect with John’s face. Not only did that increase his arousal, especially now that Lizzie was naked facing him and he had an unobstructed view of her close up, but it also meant that Lizzie still had a clear view downwards, between her breasts, into John’s lap. We could all see the effect of this on John and when he stood up after the ten minutes had ended he put his hands down to try to cover his thick shaft which was standing straight out from his body. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed Rachel lick her lips.

Now was John’s turn to spin and Bec leaned forward quickly to see what would come up, apart from John already being ‘up’ that was. If he spun up his own number again then there was obviously something taksim eskort wrong with the spinner. It would also mean that John would then have to masturbate in front of the group, which, considering his present state, perhaps he would feel he needed!

When the arrow stopped at a different number I was both relieved that the spinner was working properly and a little concerned, though I had considered this possibility. The arrow stopped on 6. My number. John looked across at me, equally concerned, as he picked up the second spinner. If this was the first time that 100% was spun it would probably be awkward for everyone, but there was no space in our rules of the game for ‘forfeiting’.

John flicked the arrow hard and when it finally stopped we were both a little relieved that it said only 25%. We would both be ok with a head and shoulders massage we thought. John was already naked and so the tally of nakedness remained at two. I sat where John had been sitting and quickly realised that this was going to be more challenging than I had thought.

John was a lot taller than me, and I am not short. That was part of why Lizzie’s breasts had ended up almost directly in front of his face. When John stood in front of me to begin to massage my head and shoulders I was looking directly at his belly button. I kept my eyes there but when he began he was so hard that the tip of his cock kept bouncing up into my field of vision. I didn’t was to wuss out by closing my eyes so I Just kept staring straight ahead. Thankfully massaging me was a bit of a turn off for John and as his cock sagged it appeared less obviously in front of my face.

The ten minutes for the first two had seemed to pass very quickly. For me it felt like a couple of hours and I was extremely relieved when Rachel announced that the time was up. Now it was Angela’s turn. She seemed at first surprised then not too fazed when she spun up her own number.

Quickly she removed all her clothes. She had chosen a darker, thicker top and so it had not been as obvious that she had also arrived braless. Like Lizzie she had also gone commando – no panties. Not that that mattered at all any more as they were both completely naked now.

Angela squirted some of the massage oil onto both of her hands, lay back, spread her legs wide and began to stroke her pussy. All of us had our eyes fixed between her legs, even Bec who had grasped John’s hand as soon as he sat down again and now seemed to be gripping it almost too tightly.

We were mesmerised. I am not sure if the other girls had seen another woman touching herself. I had seen this watching porn on the internet but this was something completely different, happening right here in front of me. When I glanced around to see how others were responding I noticed that John’s cock, which had sagged as he massaged my head and shoulders, was not approaching full attention again. Beside him Bec released her tight grip on his hand and dropped on hand into his lap, where she began slowly stroking up and down John’s cock. Whether or not it was deliberate Bec’s strokes seemed to match the way that Angela was stroking herself. Lots of long slow strokes up and down between her pussy lips. With her second hand Angela rubbed her clitoris side to side then let her two fingers between her pussy lips slide inside her and began to thrust them into her pussy.

Sadly for Angela she had mistimed speeding up the action because it was soon after when the buzzer went off and she had to stop. “Really??!” she said. I nodded and so Angela, her face flushed, her breathing rough and one hand firmly cupping her quivering pussy reluctantly got up from the bed and returned to her seat on the couch.

Rachel was next. She spun the first spinner and it landed on number 1. Bec. This would be interesting. It meant that Bec would need to let go of John’s cock for a while, I thought, smiling to myself. The second spinner was a little disappointing in a way. I think we had all been hoping for one of the more complete massages. But 50% did mean that Bec got naked and Rachel had ten minutes to give her back a thorough treatment.

I knew Rachels’ massages and so I was not surprised that she began with what was clearly a very effective and firm massage on Bec’s shoulders but quickly moved down her back, going directly to Bec’s ankles but then moving up from there. When Rachel was massaging the backs of Bec’s thighs we all heard Bec moan and I realised that Rachel’s fingers had slipped a little down between Bec’s legs and were caressing the soft skin there. Bec did move her legs a little apart but she would have to wait for another number to get touched any deeper. Rachel was swirling her hands sexily on the orbs of Bec’s bum when the buzzer announced an end to this session.

When Bec got up we could all see the wet spot beneath where she had been lying. Clearly this massage had been enjoyed! Finally my turn. It was a bit strange that up to now all our guests had ended up naked while Rachel and I were both still fully clothed. Lizzie smiled when I spun her number and even wider when 98% appeared on the next card. My clothes remained on but now I would be running my hands almost completely across this very sexy naked young woman.

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2. The Good Doctor

The cold grey light of dawn squeezed through a thin gap in the bedroom curtains as Sandra rolled over and draped an arm over her partner, Alan. She snuggled in behind him, pressing her soft, warm curves against his lean back. She slowly slid her hand slid down over his stomach to gently fondle him through his pyjama bottoms.

It had been weeks since they’d made love and she soon felt herself becoming aroused as she felt his cock thicken. As Alan stirred from his sleep, she slipped her nightgown higher, pressing her full boobs into his back. She nibbled his earlobe softly as she ran a hand over the firm planes of his chest.

“Sandra,” he moaned softly as she felt his body begin to move restlessly. “Sandra, I’m sorry, I’ve got to get into work early today,” he sighed, taking her hand in his and placing it on her hip as he rolled out from under the duvet.

“Sure,” she groaned, tugging her nightgown back down and already looking forward to her tennis lesson.

—

Sam was bored. She’d been following Pirate Bob around all day, hoping that she’d be able to find out who was supplying him with the ‘Bunny’. Steve had given her his address, which wasn’t strictly legal but he’d seemed more than grateful after his very satisfying evening with her.

Pirate Bob lived in a squat in an ugly grey apartment block on the edge of town. He hadn’t left the block till midday and she’d been following ever since. It was quite risky as he’d know her from the night before, but she hoped he wouldn’t recognise her dressed in jeans and an old grey t-shirt with her face free of makeup and her chestnut hair pulled into a tight ponytail. She kept at a safe distance as he ambled the less respectable backstreets of Fentonbridge going from a greasy-looking fried chicken shop to a seedy pub to a bookie’s. This job was starting to remind her of her first job after she left the force; investigating cases of fraud for a large insurance company. She’d done that for a year, before getting her licence and going solo.

She was leaning against a wall and enjoying the warmth of the autumn sunshine on her face as she observed the bookmakers and wondering if there was something more useful she could be doing, when her mobile rang.

“Hello? Terry?” she said.

Terry was an old friend who had retired from the police last year, but still made a little cash by doing odd jobs for her and other investigators in the area.

“Yeah, hi Sam. I’ve done the background check on the first name on your list, Dr Alan Hemmings. Is now a good time?”

“Yeah, now’s a very good time,” she said, staring at the closed door of the bookmakers.

“Ok, so Dr Hemmings is forty-five years old, divorced with two kids, a boy aged seven and a girl aged five. He left his wife two years ago for his mistress, Sandra.

He’s currently sharing a house with her in Deanton, and I hear his ex-wife got the kids and took him to the cleaners in the divorce settlement. He’s worked for Kleinwert for ten years, and has worked at other labs in the area since he left Cambridge University with a first in Chemistry. I can’t find any convictions, as far as I can tell he’s never been in any kind of trouble, not even a parking ticket.”

“OK, good. How are his finances?”

“Well, he’s got a decent salary at Kleinwert but I hear he has to give his ex-wife quite a lot of child support.”

“So he could be tempted by some extra cash?”

“Maybe. I’ll call in a favour and see if I can get one of my old colleagues to check over his financial records.”

“Great. Any hobbies or interests?” Sam said, as she watched Pirate Bob emerge from the bookies, squinting in the bright sunshine.

“No, seems like he’s married to his job. Does a bit of hiking.”

“What about his partner, Sandra?”

“She’s works part-time as a counsellor, and is thirty-five years old. She’s a keen tennis player, spends a lot of time down at her local club.”

“Okay, thanks, listen I’ve got to go.”

“Okay, I’ll check out the next name on the list and get back to you,” he said, before the line went dead.

She followed Bob up to the park, taking up a position behind him, casually leaning against a tree as she pretended to use her mobile. He was dressed in black jeans and a grubby-looking t-shirt and she watched as he sprawled casually on a bright green park bench, his skinny legs wide apart as he glanced at his watch.

Before long, a tall, elegant young woman approached and sat next to him. She wore a yellow sundress, large sunglasses and, despite the heat, a green silk headscarf from which a few tendrils of platinum blonde hair escaped. They exchanged a few hurried words, before she pushed a white plastic bag towards him and he, in return, slid a brown envelope towards her. She quickly grabbed it and, without another word, strode quickly away along the grey tarmac path towards the exit.

As she followed at a discrete distance, Sam wondered who the mysterious blonde was. She didn’t look like any of the photo’s şişli escort she’d seen of Kleinwert employees.

“Damn!” she swore under her breath as she rounded the corner just in time to see the woman slipping into the back of a taxi. She got her notepad out of the back pocket of her jeans and scribbled down the number plate. Another job for Terry, she thought.

Well, if she couldn’t follow the lady, she’d have to follow Bob. She turned back the way she’d come and caught up with him as he exited the park on the other side. She hurried after him, into the maze of tiny backstreets in the older part of town, just in time to see him turn right at the end of a narrow street. She jogged after him, desperate not to lose him. As she turned right, she felt her arm being yanked violently, swinging her around so that her back thudded painfully against a grimy wall.

“Now, why is you following me, bitch?” Pirate Bob said, pinning her back against the brick. His face was so close she could smell of beer and fried chicken on his breath.

“Let me go, you’re hurting me!” Sam exclaimed, trying to wriggle free of his grip. Her instinct was urging her to bring her knee up hard between his legs, but she resisted.

“Wait a minute, I knows you. You is that lady at the club last night, yeah?” he continued in his strange part-Jamaican, part-Norfolk accent.

“Yes, um, I saw you earlier and I wanted to know if you had any more that stuff. Sorry, I didn’t mean to alarm you,” she said, anxiously.

“But you been following me all day,” he said, his eyes narrowing as if he could peer into her mind, and tell if she was lying.

“Yes, but I was a bit nervous. I wanted to catch you alone,” she improvised.

A slow gap-toothed smile spread across his face and he eased his grip, stepping back.

“Yeah, I gets it. A nice lady like you, don’t want to be seen with a nasty gangsta like me, yeah?”

“Right, and those drugs, well, the results were spectacular,” Sam said, nodding, a rather distracting image of Steve’s obscenely large prick springing into her mind.

“Yeah, I told you, didn’t I?” he said, triumphantly. “Knew you’d be back for more. You had a good night then, yeah? Your boyfriend up for it?”

“Yes,” she said, smiling and trying not to blush too much. “So, you know, I’d like some more, if you’ve got some.”

“Well you is in luck, lady. I just got myself a fresh batch, how many you want?”

“Um, four?” Sam said, trying to remember how much cash she had.

“Here you go, lady,” he said, pushing the pills into her hand, and taking the money. “And next time, just see me down at Suzie’s instead of chasing me down alleys, yeah?”

—

Sandra Jennings perched on the bar stool, her plump pink lips wrapped around a straw, her flushed cheeks hollowing as she drew the deliciously icy lemonade into her mouth. It had been so hot out there on the court that her instructor Todd had taken pity on her, cutting the session short and offering to buy her a drink instead.

“Man, I’m all hot and sweaty and disgusting!” she said, running a hand through her blonde curls and plucking at her white tennis shirt. It clung damply to her good-sized breasts, and she watched a sexy grin form on Todd’s handsome face as he slowly ran his eyes over her hot body, from her shirt down over her short, pleated powder blue skirt, over her bare, tanned legs to her cute white trainers and ankle socks.

“We could go back to my place and shower there,” he suggested. “It’s not far.”

Sandra knew it wasn’t far: she’d gone back to his flat for ‘a shower’ several times now, and knew he had more than a shower in mind.

“I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said, taking another sip of her drink. In fact, after the morning’s disappointment, she’d already decided to go back with him but felt she ought to at least put up a token struggle, make him work for it, like he made her work on the tennis court. Besides, building the anticipation like this always made him grateful and eager to please with that wicked tongue of his.

“Come on, I promise I’ll be a good boy,” he said, leaning a little closer and resting a hand on her knee. She was seated, whilst he was standing next to her, close enough that she could feel the heat of his young body as he gently squeezed her knee. He was a good-looking man, with the kind of muscular chest, chunky biceps and solid thighs that came from playing tennis every day. She’d be willing to bet that all the other women that came here for lessons felt the same way.

“Well, if you’re going to be good, there’s hardly any point,” she teased, letting her eyes drift down over his chunky body to where his spotlessly white shorts contrasted with his tanned thighs.

“I can be bad too,” he said, drawing little circles on her bare leg with a fingertip.

“Don’t! Someone will see!” she whispered, squirming a little.

He grinned, ignoring her, his finger causing hot tingles to dance over her skin.

“Stop that!” she beşiktaş eskort hissed, squeezing her knees together.

“I can’t help it, you drive me crazy,” he said smoothly, and she couldn’t help wondering if he used that line with the other women he coached.

“Come on Todd, we shouldn’t, not here. Someone might see. We’re supposed to be having a lesson,” she whispered, leaning to one side and glancing nervously around his broad shoulders. There were in a dim corner of the tennis club’s bar with Todd’s large frame blocking her from the other customers. It was quiet, even for a Wednesday afternoon, and she was relieved no one seemed to be taking any notice as she felt him slide his hand a little higher, slipping unchecked beneath her short tennis skirt.

“Come back to my place then, I’m sure I can teach you a thing or two. Or maybe you can teach me,” he said.

“Stop it!” Sandra hissed. She wrapped her fingers around his wrist but failed to stop his fingers exploring the smooth, sensitive skin beneath her skirt. She shivered as he stroked her hot inner thighs causing dangerous thoughts to form in her head, and forbidden feelings to dance up and down her spine. The bar stool was quite tall, making them roughly the same height, and she found herself staring at his face, as his twinkling chocolate brown eyes dared her to stop him.

“This is so wrong,” she said, wriggling a little uncomfortably as he gently but firmly eased her knees apart and watched his lips curl into a mischievous grin as his fingers slid higher still. She caught her breath, feeling a moist warmth gathering as his wicked fingers traced the edge of her white cotton panties. She felt bad about cheating on Alan, but reasoned that this was partially his fault. If he had a little more stamina in bed and actually made her orgasm once in a while, she wouldn’t be so damn horny all the time. But, on the rare occasions they made love, he always so wimpy and finished way too early. As she’d confessed to a girlfriend after one-too-many glasses of wine, making love with Alan was all “thrust, thrust, squirt”.

“I bet I could make you cum right here,” he whispered, his eyes sparkling mischievously. His restless fingers were brushing against her panties now, stroking her swollen lips through the damp cotton bringing a soft mew of pleasure from her lips.

“No,” she said, unwilling to admit how aroused she was, unwilling to admit that he was right.

“Fooling around like this in public turns you on, doesn’t it? Come on, admit it,” he said.

“Stop, please Todd,” she moaned, closing her eyes, unable to meet his knowing gaze. She had a sudden image of him sliding her panties down over her hot thighs, tugging them off over her white trainers and stuffing them in his pocket, removing the last barrier between his fingers and her throbbing pussy. The thought of him freely exploring her slick folds as she sank her teeth into his shoulder to suppress her hot sobs of pleasure, making her climax here in this public bar like a common slut was so naughty and dangerous that it left her feeling giddy.

She ran a hand up over his arm, and squeezed his shoulder as she felt his thumb stroking her through her damp knickers. As her body surrendered to the delicious sensations, she noticed the bartender running a damp cloth along the long mahogany bar as he drifted towards them. Regaining her senses, she sat up straight, crossing her legs and quickly tugged her skirt back down.

“Anything else to drink, folks?” he asked cheerily.

“No, I think I’ve had plenty, we’re just going,” Sandra said, grabbing her handbag and heading for the door as Todd followed, grinning triumphantly.

Twenty minutes later, she was lying back on his bed, her hands hooked under her knees, her feet waving in the air as her young tennis coach licked her shamefully wet pussy enthusiastically. Through half-open eyes she could see a trail of discarded clothes leading to his bed, and his semi-erect cock swaying heavily between his muscular thighs, a promise of things to come. She ran a hand through his dark, curly hair and moaned contentedly, letting her feelings of guilt be swept away by the sheer pleasure.

—

Dr Alan Hemmings rolled the pill between his fingers as he examined it. It was small and smooth and appeared to be perfectly black, but the edges had a deep vermillion sheen when he held it up to the dim light of his study. There was strict security at the lab but he’d managed to smuggle three of the precious pills out by hiding them in the half-eaten bean salad that Sandra had prepared for his lunch, amongst the kidney beans and black olives.

Sandra had said she was tired before going to bed early and now the house was quiet and still. He wasn’t surprised she was tired; the private detective he’d hired had told him she’d spent more than an hour at her tennis coach’s flat. Of course, he’d suspected she’d been having an affair for some time, but he was still shocked to hear it from someone else, fulya eskort to see the pictures of them laughing and joking together as they strolled back to his flat. He picked up the photo’s that were scattered over his desk, shuffling them together, and rapping them against the desk so they formed a neat stack before slotting them into the bottom drawer of his desk.

Although he was angry with her, he was mature enough to accept that part of the blame was his. His problem with premature ejaculation had caused him to lose confidence in bed, reluctant to start something he might not finish properly. Still that was going to change starting tonight he thought to himself as he popped the pill into his mouth, noting the faint taste of vinaigrette before swallowing it with the remains of his red wine.

He crept upstairs and stripped naked, being careful not to lose his balance or knock anything over in the darkened bedroom. Sandra was lightly snoring, lying half on her side and he slipped smoothly under the light summer duvet, pressing his body up against her back. It was a warm night, and she was only wearing a thin pair of panties. Alan wrapped an arm around her stomach, his cock already stirring as he gently rubbed it against the silky material, pressing himself into the groove formed by her plump buttocks.

Sandra had lovely breasts; he always said he’d first noticed her large blue eyes but if he was honest it was her boobs. He slowly slid his hand up over the taut skin of her stomach and began to caress them in the intense darkness, using his fingers to explore their plump shape as if he were a blind man feeling them for the first time.

“Not now Alan, I told you I’m tired,” Sandra mumbled, but didn’t stop him as he gently fondled one of her boobs, testing their soft firmness, weighing it in his palm.

“Come on, I’m trying to sleep,” she complained as he left a trail of warm kisses along the soft skin of her shoulder and neck.

Despite her protests, Alan could sense her body becoming aroused, pressing back against him a little now, as he ran a fingertip around her nipple, feeling it come alive as he teased her.

“No, don’t,” she whined as he sucked at her earlobe and flicked a moist fingertip back and forth across her nipple, coaxing it to full hardness. His eyes had adjusted a little, but it was still very dark and he had to rely on his other senses: inhaling the faint smell of her perfume clinging to her neck, feeling the silky smoothness of her skin.

He ran his hand over her body, exploring all its familiar curves and planes causing her to move restlessly, her bottom pushing back against him. He was quite hard now, enjoying the soft warmth of her body as he slowly rubbed against her, enjoying the friction, feeling his cock swell hotly.

“Oh Alan,” she was moaning as he used one hand to toy with her breasts whilst the other slipped between her warm thighs, and slowly stroked her thorough her skimpy panties. He knew she always preferred this teasing, gradual build up and he took it slowly, gently caressing and stroking her naked skin as she moaned contentedly, still half-asleep. They hadn’t made love like this for a while, and soon her body was wriggling happily in his arms as she purred like a contented cat.

“You’re so sexy,” he whispered, his lips brushing her ear as he tugged at the waistband of her knickers and eased them over her rounded thighs as she lifted her hips.

“Christ, you’re making me so hot,” she said as he began to stroke her slick pussy lips, spreading her honey along the length of her crease.

“Jeez, you feel so big!” she gasped as she reached behind and wrapped her slender fingers around his shaft, skilfully stroking him to full hardness as their bodies ground together.

She shifted position, parting her legs a little as she positioned his thick cock in between. They both moaned happily as he began to rock his hips back and forth, his long, throbbing cock sliding along her moist groove.

“Play with my nipples,” she panted, as she slid a hand between her thighs and started stroking the wet, inflamed folds of her pussy, her fingers moving in slow circles as his prick continued to slide against her.

“Yes, that’s so good,” she hissed as he collected saliva on his fingertips, and spread it over one of her pert little nipples, plucking at it with a thumb and forefinger as she arched her back.

Alan kissed and nibbled at her neck as he played with her nipples, sometimes flicking at them with his fingertips, sometimes gently squeezing and twisting them, and soon Sandra’s breath was coming in short gasps, punctuated with desperate sighs.

As her breathing quickened, she reached between her legs, grasping his rock-hard dick and pressing the swollen head against her pussy.

“God, you feel so big, not too fast,” she gasped happily, as he gradually eased himself inside her molten centre, savouring the feel of her tightly clasping lips. With his extra size, her pussy felt as tight as a virgin’s!

Alan grasped her knee, easing it upwards, spreading her thighs as he began to ease the swollen end of his cock in and out. Although it was pleasurable, the sensations weren’t as intense as they usually were and he enjoyed Sandra’s hot mews of surprise as her lips stretched to accommodate him.

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