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Mahallede sultan adın da olgun dul bir bayan vardı mahallede kırtasiye işletiyordu kendimi bildim bileli onun dolgun memelerini beğenmişimdir rüyalarıma bile o koca memeleri giriyordu sırf o memeleri görmek için sürekli kırtasiyeden bir şeyler alıyor sultanla muhabbet ediyordum yine bir gün yalandan güvenilir bahis kırtasiyeye girmiştim sultan sana bir şey soracam demişti bende buyur deyince sen bekar bir adamsın kırtasiyeyle neden bu kadar işin oluyor diye sormuştu bunun üzerinde bende açık cevaplamamı istersen sırf seni türkçe bahis görmek için geliyorum demiştim.

Sultan ilk başta şaşırmıştı benim yanıma gelerek bunu ban açık açık söylesen bu kadar uğraşmana gerek kalmazdı demişti oda benden hoşlanıyormuş bunun üzerine kendime engel olamayarak güvenilir bahis siteleri dudaklarına yapışmıştım oda bana karşılık verince öpüşe öpüşe arka tarafa geçtik o mükemmel memelerini avuçlamıştım her zaman hayalini kurduğum memelere dokunduğuma hala inanamıyordum daha sonra sultan beni koltuğa oturtup sikimi yalamaya başladı o sırada ben memelerini avuçlayarak bunlara bitiyorum deyince sikimi memelerinin arasına alarak bana meme şov yaptı memeleri ile 31 çektirerek beni zevkin doruklarına ulaştırdı ve fışkıra fışkıra boşaldım.

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Ufak bir kitap dükkanı olan güzel kıza tutulmuştum bir gün kitap almak için dükkana girince onu görmüş ve görür görmez kıza tutulmuştum bunun üzerine sürekli kitapçıya giderek kızla yakınlaşmaya başladım artık her gün her gün kitapçıya uğruyor güzel kızla sohbet güvenilir bahis ediyorduk yine bir gün dükkandan sohbet etmeye başlamıştık o konuştukça ben onu izliyor ve güzelliği karşısında eriyordum bunun üzerine biranda dudaklarına yapışmış ve öpüşmeye başlamıştık.

türkçe bahis Öpüştüğümüz sırada elimi taytının üzerinden amına atınca ilk başta kendini geri çekmişti daha sonra tekrar atarak okşamaya başlayınca oda kıvama gelmişti bunun üzerine güvenilir bahis siteleri hemen kıvama gelmiş kızı arka tarafa götürdükten sonra masaya yatırdım taytını çıkarınca çoktan sulanmış amını gördüm hemen sikimi çıkararak ıslak amına sürtmeye başladım bir süre sürterek iyice kıvama getirdikten sonra amına girerek sikmeye başladım vıcık vıcık olmuş amında gidip gelmek ikimizi de zevkten çıldırtmıştı ikimizde soluk soluğa kalmış anlatılması imkansız mükemmel bir zevk yaşayarak fena rahatlamıştık.

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Yan binada aysun adında genç güzel bir hatun vardı oda benim gibi yalnız yaşıyordu onu çok beğeniyordum ama bir türlü yanaşmak için fırsat olmamıştı binanın duvarları çok inceydi iki gün üst üste yan daireden seks sesleri duymuştum yan komşum büyük ihtimalle porno izleyerek kendini coşturuyordu güvenilir bahis bir akşam işten dönerken girişte aysunla karşılaşmıştım makara ile karışık her halde yokluk başına vurdu sesler hiç sesler eksik olmuyor deyince mevzuyu ayıkmıştı uzun zamandır erkek arkadaşım yok türkçe bahis bu yüzden son günlerde yanıyorum deyince bana resmen beni sik demişti.

Bende ayağıma gelen pası gole çevirerek ben senin yanan amını söndürürüm dedikten sonra aysunu benim eve attım eve girer girmez yatakn güvenilir bahis siteleri odasına geçtik ayakta öpüşerek kıyafetlerimizi çıkardıktan sonra yatağa geçtik azgınlıktan yanıp tutuşan komşum sikimi ağzına alarak yaladıktan sonra bana bırak diyerek beni yatağa uzattı daha sonra üzerime çıkarak sikimi kavrulan amcığına sokarak zıplamaya başlamıştı azgınlıkla öyle bir zıplıyordu ki resmen taşşakalrımı sızlatmıştı yarım saat kadar deli gibi zıpladıktan sonra en sonunda orgazm olmuştu kucağımdan inince taşşakalarım rahatlamıştı.

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Ben dul yaşayan olgun bir bayanım yalnız yaşıyorum ve oturduğum binaya genç yakışıklı bir delikanlı taşınmıştı kendisi üniversite için ailesinden ayrılmış ve başka bir şehre gelmişti her neyse yakışıklı delikanlıya vurulmuştum benden yaşça çok olsa da kendimi ondan alı koyamıyordum bunun üzerine kendime engel olamayarak güvenilir bahis sürekli yakışıklı delikanlıya sokulmaya başladım sürekli bir bahane ile kapısını çalıyor ona yemek falan yapıyordum.

Artık iyice onu arzulamaya başlamıştım rüyalarıma kadar giriyordu artık onun altına yatma zamanı gelmişti türkçe bahis başka türlü rahat etmicektim bunun üzerine seksi kıyafetlerimi giyindim güzelde bir yemek hazırladım daha sonra yakışıklı genci öğrenci adamsın akşam bana yemeğe gel diye ayartarak evime getirdim birlikte yemek yedikten sonra salona geçerek sohbete güvenilir bahis siteleri başladık mini eteğimin altından frikikler vererek yakışıklı gencin aklını karıştırdıktan sonra yanına sokularak dudaklarına yapıştım hemen dolgun bacaklarımı okşamaya başlayınca acayip olmuştum sikine eğilerek pantolonunu çözdüm elime aldığım penisini bir güzel yalayarak taş gibi ettikten sonra altına girdik yakışıklı genç önce amımı yalayarak beni kıvama getirdikten sonra penisini içime sokarak beni bir güzel sikti istediğimi almış ve mükemmel bir rahatlama yaşamıştım.

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COPYRIGHT 1 December 2005

No part of the following story may be copied or transmitted without written authorisation of the author.

This is fiction. Any resemblance of characters dead or alive and historic or current organisations to the real world are completely co-incidental.

WARNING: This is for adult reading. If you are a minor or you are offended by consensual sex between two women and a man, do not read this story.

This is part 2 of the story. It leads to part 3 which is the climax of the story. Part 2 develops the characters, the storyline and sets up the thrills to follow in Part 3. Thanks to Susan K for her advice, and Jen B who wrote a nice comment and will appear in Part 3! I appreciate and respond to all comments. Please, ladies as well as gentlemen, do comment and tell me what the story did for you.

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An hour after her first diagnosis and treatment of her problem, Kath had showered and dressed and regained her composure. Her treatment had been thrilling to say the least, and she remembered vividly how she had orgasmed so strongly under the ministrations of her consultant Andrew Maxim and his nurse, Jayne.

Kath and Jayne sat in the waiting room together. Jayne was still flustered by her part in Kath’s treatment. She was flushed with embarrassment, and her labia were still swollen following Jayne’s solo masturbation that led to her own orgasm. But she knew that as a professional, she should not be feeling this way. There had been an obvious chemistry between the two women since Kath had first walked into Jayne’s reception. There were a million differences between them… age, marital status, sexual experience, physical attributes; but none of these mattered one iota because there was an indefinable spark that linked them. This concerned her greatly. To have physical relations with a patient was absolutely forbidden, even in these enlightened times. Simply, it was against every directive and every ethical code in the book. But she quieted her thoughts as it was obvious that when someone masturbated someone else to orgasm, even as a prescribed medical procedure, that they too would be turned on.

Jayne sensed that Kath was still turned on, and could not shake the idea of touching herself discreetly under her desk. As she watched Kath sitting in the waiting room, flicking through Cosmo, she imagined Kath reading about sex and becoming horny herself. Occasionally, the two women made eye contact. Surely Kath could tell what Jayne was doing, especially as Kath kept crossing her legs and squeezing her muscles to rub her pussy lips together.

Meanwhile, Andrew Maxim was cleaning himself up, and the treatment couch that was sodden with Kath’s juices, (even a consultant recognises his housekeeping duties) and wiped away the spunk that had flown from his cock only a few minutes before. Again, just like Jayne he questioned the morality of wanking himself whilst bringing a patient to orgasm. But a stiff prick has no conscience, and a horn needs to be dealt with. As he thought of both Kath and Jayne, his penis began to harden.

The medical sector watchdogs had provided little guidance on this. As Andrew Maxim was a well-respected physician, he had studied hard and risen to the top of his profession. He had appeared at countless ethics council meetings and was challenged about his professional conduct. Now, as a pioneer of new therapy for women, he had almost re-written the rules for good conduct. Namely, that any physical intimate sexual contact between physician and patient was acceptable, provided that a consent form had been signed, and that the procedures were explained in detail before any drugs had been administered and when the patient was fully clothed, and able to leave the surgery without hindrance. Andrew Maxim had obeyed these rules without exception. But, in all fairness, becoming sexually aroused was an occupational hazard that he found difficult to control. However, he did draw the line at full sex with his patients, especially as they would be at his mercy when drugged. He always remembered his professional position and was true to his Hippocratic oath.

Kath could now sense güvenilir bahis the smell of Jayne’s juices as they leaked into her panties and covered her fingers. It moved Kath to surreptitiously squeeze her breasts with one hand whilst the other held up the magazine that shielded her from view. As small gasp escaped her lips, and it coincided with the gentle sigh produced by Jayne. Both women needed satisfaction but neither had the bravery to share their needs vocally. Jayne excused herself and almost ran to the loo where she immediately locked herself into a stall and rubbed her desperately needy pussy to orgasm. With two fingers of one hand plunging deeply inside her throbbing liquid sex, and her forefinger and thumb of the other hand tweaking her hard clitoris, Jayne bit her lip to mask the cries of joy as she came, visualising Kath as her new lover.

Kath was pleased that she was now alone in the waiting room, and she quickly slid her right hand into her panties and caressed the bare flesh beneath. Her moisture flowed and soon her fingers were coated with her nectar. She had never felt like this before. How could another woman turn her on like this? She was scared of labelling herself a lesbian, but thrilled at the way she was feeling. She squeezed her fingers as they pushed inside her and she felt her walls ripple as she climaxed. She hurriedly tidied herself up as she heard the loo flush only a few feet away. Kath wondered what Jayne had been up to in there all alone for the past minutes, and guessed that they had shared another orgasm together as Jayne sheepishly grinned at her as she returned to her desk.

After he gathered his notes and returned to his office, Andrew asked Jayne to ask Kath to join him for further consultation. She stood up slightly shakily and joined Mr Maxim in his office.

Andrew sat behind his desk and re-read his clinical notes. Kath sat demurely on the other side of the desk. She wondered about the physical boundary that was now between them and contrasted it with the extreme intimacy of their last contact. She felt a new little pulse of blood rush to her vagina and it began a slow tingle of anticipation. He looked directly at her and began to speak. Andrew knew that he had to remain as professionally detached as possible, despite the beginnings of another erection.

“O.K. that was a start. You already know what the physical problem is, and I have a couple of ideas to try to solve it. But I think that there are some psychological issues there as well that are stopping you having the complete freedom of orgasmic bliss. I’d like to suggest a holistic long-term health-care plan. It’s quite detailed and will need a series of carefully considered decisions before we do anything more.

Kath thought about her options and asked, “Do I have to decide now?”

“No, of course not. Take all the time you need. Discuss your options with anyone you like. Look on the Internet, certainly chat with your GP, talk with your best friend, and of course you should involve your husband. That point leads me to the psychological bit. I think that you both need some couple counselling. It really can help as part of your overall treatment. You grew your pubic hair to hide your most intimate problem from your most intimate partner. That can’t be right. You need to feel good about all of your body and hide nothing, even if you’re embarrassed about something.”

Kath nodded in understanding and agreement. She didn’t know when would be a good time to discuss her fears and options with her husband, but she knew the time would have to be soon. No doubt Ken would have questions of his own. After all, they had been married long enough for a deep caring to grow into solid love. But she had to know everything before she discussed it.

So Kath asked about what lay ahead. Who would do what? Where? What was the cost? Is it safe? What would be the outcome? So many questions, so many issues, so much pressure. Kath looked down at her clasped hands and tears welled up in her eyes.

The doctor discretely summoned his nurse to attend. Jayne entered the consulting room and sat quietly next to Kath, offered her a hand to türkçe bahis hold and a tissue with which to dry her eyes. Andrew Maxim had seen this so often before. It was a reaction to the huge release of orgasm, and the confusion and fear of the future. Jayne was well trained in this support role. But this time, Andrew could see an unusual connection between Jayne and her patient. He wondered what was going on between these two women.

After a few moments, Kath composed herself and apologised for her distress. Andrew had heard apologies for tears countless times and never understood why people felt the need to apologise for a very natural human reaction. He told Kath that there was no need at all for apologies, it was very understandable for her to feel apprehensive and full of emotions that should be released. He was not patronising or condescending, he was being a decent human being, trying to empathise as well as sympathise with his patient’s very real problems. Kath looked into Jayne’s eyes, and Jayne returned the look that spoke volumes.

He asked Kath whether she wanted to continue the discussion, or leave to consider her options before a second meeting. She replied that she did not yet have enough information to consult friends and family, and asked Andrew to explain more about the treatments and options.

He began to explain. “Firstly, as you may know, your clitoral hood is quite thick and this prevents your clitoris receiving the stimulation it needs to help you to orgasm. We can resolve this either by the old method of minor surgery, or with my new technique that has many, many great advantages.”

Kath nodded as her consultant continued. He took the time and care to explain the details that Kath needed to make an informed decision. It was important for both specialist and patient to understand the bond of trust between them, especially as Andrew went on to explain his new technique.

“The new and painless alternative to going under my knife is my own technique which is still in development and is not yet an officially approved medical procedure. That doesn’t mean you’re a guinea pig, it just means that we are still refining the methods. Approval only comes after a peer panel examines the procedures and effects. This will probably happen within the next 2 years, but I can tell you that so far over 300 women have chosen this treatment and the success has been excellent.”

“We have worked hard for many years putting the process together. The treatment starts with about a week’s worth of preparation involving massage and ointments, then we use an electronic muscle pulse device to exercise the tiny muscles around the clitoral hood to gently pull it back and at the same time reduce its mass.” The room fell silent as Kath tried to take in the information. Ointments and massage? That sounded vague and quacky, but distinctly pleasurable. She again recalled the feelings from the skilled fingers of Jayne and Andrew again and her pulse rate increased.

“These creams are based on blood and other samples that will show me which nutrients your whole body needs, we will be able to stimulate blood flow and toxin drainage from the area around your vulva. If you wish, I will ask Jayne to take some small samples of your blood. I already have small test swabs from your examination today. All of these will be analysed to profile your body chemistry. Of course, the mild sedative will show up in your blood, but as we know its chemistry, and by now there will be so little in your bloodstream, we can ignore it. In any case, it’s always worthwhile having these tests done once in a while, just so we can check your general health.”

“The deep tissue massage prepares you perfectly. That’s what makes it so easy for the pulse contractions to be pain-free and efficient. In fact, most women enjoy the stimulation and come to orgasm very quickly.”

But the electronic muscle pulse device still worried her. It sounded frightening and sci-fi. Kath’s vividly inaccurate imagination created visions of an evil doctor clad in his theatre scrubs pulling on latex gloves with a snap, and she being strapped down on a machine to accept some terrible güvenilir bahis siteleri sexual device. As a film buff, her sub-conscious remembered that famous scene in Barbarella and triggered new warmth that spread through her sex. Why was she feeling so horny today? Was it because she could sense Jayne’s arousal that matched her own?

She looked at Andrew quizzically and again he read her thoughts and continued, “And before you ask, no, we don’t want to electrocute you or your pussy! We’re not into pain. No, my gadget is a bit like a tummy-trimming device. You know, the sort that stimulates muscles gently and makes them move and trim. You can buy them in the high street. It’s not a new idea, and mine works in a similar way but in miniature.”

“This is all about restoring your ability to have unlimited pleasure, where and when you want it. As I said, all the 300 women made the same choice, and for those it helped, there have been no side effects and only increased sexual activity and joy. There’s no risk of infection, no long healing process, no risk of problems with anaesthetic. However, as with all procedures, it’s not for everyone, but I think you’ll find it the perfect answer.”

He continued, “Jayne has helped develop the therapy, and she can tell you how it feels.” Jayne nodded enthusiastically and spoke.

“The massage is wonderful; soft, dreamy and very sensual. The idea is that you apply this cream every day for an hour for about a week. You may prefer to do a little-and-often regime, or just one large dose per day. It’s whatever suits you. The best way to tackle it is to make it part of your playtime. You can do it yourself, have your husband do it for you, or anyone else you like. I had a lover help me and we had a great time.” Jayne smiled knowingly at Kath. She was dying to be asked to help!

Andrew continued. “Over the week, as your pussy becomes more and more sensitive, due to increased blood flow and general good health, you may find that your labia are slightly more engorged and as you rub the cream in, your actions may lead to full masturbation. You may even surprise yourself and cum a couple of times. But don’t push yourself too far. And at this stage, must not use any toys to bring yourself to orgasm. You will naturally learn to rely on your fingers to re-educate yourself to a natural climax.”

Kath was already feeling horny, and her freshly shaved pussy began to leak precious fluid into her panties. Jayne could feel increased moisture in Kath’s palm as she held her. Jayne guessed what Kath was feeling and began to gently lubricate in sympathy. Andrew who kept speaking did not notice the girls’ reaction. The women winked at each other and understood their combined secret.

“Then, after a week, you’ll come back here for another examination so I can check your progress and advise you on the second stage. I think it’s too early to go into details here and now. Let’s take it one step at a time. But to save another journey, why not let us take your blood samples so that I can send them to the lab for analysis?”

Kath nodded in agreement and while Jayne prepared her arm for the test and drew some blood, Kath thought of whom she could tell about this, and ask for advice. She thought of her sister… too judgmental. She thought of her best pal Jen… far too prim and proper. She thought of her husband… not until she’d got her head together a bit more. She looked up at Andrew and told him that she had no one to help her, so she would do it herself. They all sniggered at her joke and Jayne suggested that if Kath needed any advice, she could always call her. Andrew wondered about the ethic of the nurse/patient professional relationship. But when he saw the body language of the two women, he nodded approvingly and Jayne wrote her home telephone number on a card and gave it to Kath.

Kath’s head was spinning with all that had been done to her, and the life-changing information she had received. She told her consultant that she had heard enough for the time being and clutching the card with Jayne’s number on it, rose to leave. Andrew and Jayne stood up in harmony and as they said their goodbyes, Jayne accompanied Kath to the door. Andrew sealed the blood samples and instructions for the laboratory in a bag and asked Jayne to deliver them immediately.

End of part 2

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My Daddy just finished teaching me how to give him the best blow job ever and he rewarded me by feeding me a belly full of his super salty cum. His orgasm had hit him so hard that his body had erupt into shakes, his legs nearly giving away so that he had to plop onto my bed before he collapsed to the floor.

I’m laying beside him, caressing his stomach lovingly; I’m annoyed that he won’t let me touch his cock, again, but he says it’s too sensitive. He and I are talking about how good it’s going to feel when he puts his mouth on my too-hot pussy and I can’t wait; I hope I cum as hard as he had, my body shaking uncontrollably like his had.

I shudder this time, my eyes wide as I examine his face. “You’re going to suck me, Daddy?” I whisper in shock, too nervous to ask it any louder. I take my bottom lip between my teeth as he turns onto his side facing me, his right hand moving between us toward my dripping wet cunt lips that are throbbing with need. I feel another puddle of girl cum ooze from my opening to coat my lips, my clit beating in time with my heart.

My Daddy nods, his eyes dark with arousal and his lips parted in an almost evil looking smile. “Abso fucking lutely.” he growls his answer, his index and middle fingers pressing to my aching bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy; he smiles when I moan for him and kick my leg up over his hip to spread open for him. “You ever have your pussy eaten, Baby Girl?” he asks me softly, his eyes glued to mine as he watches to see if I lie.

I shake my head in the negative, my eyes wide as they lock with his. “No, Daddy…” I reply softly, with my little girl voice. “I am completely untouched. I swear.” I add softly and feel a blush burn across my cheeks as he lowers his fingers toward my dripping hole. “You’re the only person to ever see or feel me there, Daddy…ever. It’s yours.”

He moans at that, his eyes glowing with pride. “Daddy’s good Baby Girl…” he praises me with a kiss to my forehead as he rubs his 2 fingers through my slit along my opening; he eases just his index finger into my tight wetness. “Fuck me…you’re such a good girl.” he purrs, his lips moving toward my mouth; he kisses me then, his tongue slipping between my lips when I gasp in surprise. “So responsive.” he groans, then he kisses me like a man kisses his woman and he pulls back when he feels me start to ride his finger.

I open my eyes to watch the hunger darken his eyes to nearly black. “Does it…” I whisper curiously, then blush with embarrassment; but I desperately want to know. “Does it feel good, Daddy? Does my pussy feel good on your finger?” I ask him as I push and pull my pussy on the single digit penetrating my virgin depths; I frown when I realize that he withdraws before he can go deep enough to pop my cherry.

I guess he wants that for his cock. I smile. “Does my pussy feel good, Daddy?”

“So good, Baby Girl.” he promises me, then he pulls his fingers from between my legs toward his mouth; he smiles most deviously when I gasp in shock, then he slides the cunt juice smeared fingers deeply into his mouth with a satisfied groan. “So delicious, Baby Girl. Your pussy juice tastes better than the freshest fruit juice and Daddy is going to feast on that delectable young pussy!” he growls, then he shoves me onto my back.

“You know how to suck dick now, Baby Girl.” he purrs as he kisses along my neck, then starts his way lower. “Now I’m going to show you how a pussy gets eaten. Every time you make Daddy happy with that perfect fucking mouth, Daddy is going to do the same thing for your sweet little snatch.” he purrs, his lips kissing down the column of my neck; he kisses down toward my left breast and takes the nipple into his mouth with a violent suck, then he bites town a bit too hard before twirling his tongue around it.

I cry out and arch up against him, my pussy colliding with his cock above me.

“No, no, no.” Daddy admonishes me, his hand moving to my hip to press me back down to the mattress. “Daddy is going to fuck his Baby Girl and he’s going to fuck her good.” he growls, his tongue licking across my chest toward my other nipple. “First, I’m going to eat you and you’re going to fucking love it. Daddy has a magic tongue.” he laughs, then suckles, bites, and licks at the other nipple just as he had the first.

I moan and writhe beneath him, my pussy muscles clenching and releasing. “Daddy…” I cry out softly, my eyes watching his lips and tongue working my nipple; it’s like he’s directly between my legs with that mouth and I might just explode for him. “Daddy, I’m so hot…so wet…please.” I beg not caring how desperate it makes me. “PLEASE!”

“Such an impatient little girl is Daddy’s Baby Girl.” Daddy chuckles softly, his lips and tongue burning a pathway down over my stomach; he blows softly on my belly button, then kisses lower still. “So eager for Daddy to swallow her cum.” he purrs; when he gets to the top of my pubic mound, I nearly scream out at the touch güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri of his lips to my clit.

He chuckles, pulls his left arm up to place his left palm heavily on my belly to keep me pinned down; his right hand pushes my left leg up from beneath my thigh so that my pussy is completely open for him. “Fuck, would you look at that beauty.” he growls before he leans down and suckles at the distended bundle of nerves that has me on edge; his chin in immediately coated in my girl cum and he moans.

“So wet for Daddy.” he growls happily, his tongue sweeping between my moist folds toward my needy opening. He moans as he gets a full flooding of my girl cum, then he gently pushes his tongue into my whole as far as it can go and moans, again. “Help Daddy. Hold your leg up for me.” he instruct me and waits for me to reach down beneath both of my knees to pull them apart and up toward my chest; he adjusts himself so that both of his hands are now on my smooth pussy, then pulls the lips apart so widely that he has a clear view of my engorged clit, throbbing pink virginal slit, and puckered asshole.

“Fuck me, that’s gorgeous.” he swears before he leans down to press his tongue to my anus; he moans, twirls his tongue around it to lap up my leaking pussy cream, then licks back upward toward my now open entry hole. “So fucking pink and innocent. Daddy can’t wait to fuck it, Baby Girl…to fill it with my cum day in and day out.” he growls hungrily, then leans back down to lick into my canal; his tongue sinks into me, his chin pressing against my labia and his nose brushing my needy clit.

I moan for him, try to buck against his mouth, but he merely sucks at my swollen labia. “Oh, Daddy, please.” I whimper, my eyes glancing down between my legs to watch him; I moan, again, when he licks me from anus to clit. “Daddy, please. I need it so badly. I’m so hot for you. I need to cum. Please make me cum. Please, Daddy, PLEASE!” I whimper, as I watch him trace the tip of his tongue around my clit in lazy circles; I feel the lightest touch and it’s driving me mental. “DAAAADDYYY!!!” I whine.

He chuckles, his eyes locked with mine. “This is how a pussy should be properly eaten, Baby Girl.” he begins in his perfect College Professor voice; he smirks when I gasp at him in exasperation. “The clit is red, swollen, and throbbing. It should be handled with care or the woman could blow much too soon.” he warns, then locks eyes with me as he leans forward to pull it into his mouth like a pacifier; he sucks a few times like I had sucked at his cock head, then he twirls his tongue around it almost roughly.

I gasp and arch against his mouth. “Yes, yes, yes!” I cry out, then gasp when he stops.

“Down here is your vagina, Baby Girl.” he continues as if I hadn’t just cried out in frustration at him; he runs his tongue between my folds toward my clenched opening. “Daddy’s cock is going to sink right into this little hole, Baby Girl, and stretch you right out. He’s going to fit so snugly inside of your moist heat.” he promises, his index finger pushing inside of my hungry cunt while his lips return to my clitoris.

“Oh, Daddy, PLEASE.” I whimper now on the verge of tears.

Daddy’s finger curls inside of me and presses against a spongy wall of tissue that makes me gasp. “That’s your g spot, Baby Girl.” he coos, his mouth closing over my aching bundle of nerves to suckle at me, again. “I’ll always press you right there while sucking on your sensitive little nubbin. I’m going to make you cream Daddy’s face so you will be wet enough for me to bury my fat cock deep inside you without pain.”

I feel fire burning along my every nerve. “Oh, Daddy.” I gasp, my eyes squeezed tightly shut as I revel in the feelings taking over me. My clit is so hot and hard in my Daddy’s mouth, my pussy clenching and sucking at the digit buried inside of me. I hug my legs tighter to me as I feel my muscles clench. “I’m going to cum for you, Daddy. I’m going to cum so hard for you. Please don’t stop sucking my pussy.” I beg as I grind against him now. “Oh, Daddy, please don’t stop eating my tight little virgin cunt!”

My Daddy doesn’t stop.

His drives his finger against my inner g spot with rapid thrusts, his tongue and lips working at my aching clit. He circles the bundle of nerves, sucks it deeply into his mouth, then bites down on it a little bit too hard; but it’s enough to make my body explode beneath him. He continues licking and sucking back and forth between my oozing cunt hole and throbbing clit, his finger now saturated in my girl cum.

I scream things. I have no idea what I say, but I scream them. My throat burns with the screaming, my body tight and convulsing. White lights dance behind my tightly squeezed eyelids and I struggle to breathe as my body seems to be one giant cramp; my pussy pulsates around my Daddy’s finger a second before I melt.

I release my legs and they flop to the bed around my Daddy, my entire body sinking into my mattress as pleasure relaxes güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri me from head to toe. I force sleepy eyes to open, then smile down at my Daddy quite contentedly; I lick my lips and open my mouth to thank him, to tell him that it’s the best orgasm that I have ever had in years of masturbating, but my brain won’t connect to my mouth and I can only giggle.

Daddy smiles, then eases his way up the bed, his once again rock hard cock being stroked with his right hand. “Daddy’s going to fuck you now, Baby Girl.” he purrs, his left hand shoving my weak right leg out of his way so that he can press the tip of his heavily swollen cock at the opening to my drenched vagina. “Daddy’s going to take that cherry and make you mine. I can’t wait to pop that cherry wide open and fill you up with my cum!” he says excitedly, then aims himself at my core.

I glance down at my labia, watch them greedily spread for his cock. I’m so wet.

Daddy presses his cock head to my waiting hole, eases it in a bit, his eyes wild with lust.

I bite my lower lip as I wait for him to sink home, to take my virginity.

“Dillon?”

Daddy freezes, his eyes locked with my equally wide ones.

“Dillon? Can you come downstairs, please? I need your help.”

Daddy shoves off of me, his cock head glistening with my cunt juice, and practically leaps off of the bed; his now softened cock dangling dejectedly between his legs. “I’ll be right down.” he calls to his wife, then looks down at me with a moan. He leans down to kiss me quickly, a rough press of his lips to mine, then he reaches down for his clothes and bolts out of my room with a soft click of my door.

I hear the bathroom door click shut, then the sink water running and I pout while caressing my aching cunt lips; I’m burning with need, my pussy pulsing against my hand. I slide from my bed and look for my clothes, skip the bra and panties, and slide them back on. My pussy is tender, the soft cotton of the crotch rubbing at the still sensitive bundle of nerves at the top of my pussy and I really hate my Mother in that moment.

Yes, I had a massive orgasm on my Daddy’s mouth and it was a fucking great one, but he was about to fuck me. He was about to fill me with his delicious cock and make me his once and for all, but noooooo. She had to come back home and ruin it for me; even as my muscles are still soft and jelly-like from that cumming, I feel unfulfilled. I need more. I need my Daddy to fill me in every possible way.

“Dillon?”

I glare at my bedroom door, my Mother’s voice coming from just outside of it.

“Jesus, Vera, I’m taking a shit!” my Daddy snaps nastily. “That okay with you?” he demands nastily, the toilet flushing and the sink running, again. The bathroom door clicks open and I hear my Daddy in the hallway with my Mother. “I told you that I would be right down. You don’t need to come up and fetch me!”

“Dillon, why are you yelling?”

“Because sometimes you can be just so…unnecessarily annoying.” he growls, then his footsteps can be heard stomping away toward the stairwell. “Let’s go! You needed my help so badly that you had to come and interrupt me in the bathroom. Let’s go and do whatever it is that you needed my help doing.”

“Hurrumf.” comes Vera’s whispered grunt, but then her footsteps vanish down the hall.

I smile to myself, a seed of thought planted in my head at that moment. I want my Daddy to fuck me, but we can’t risk getting repeatedly interrupted by my Mother. I also don’t want to share him with her; I want his cock filling me and only me; that means that I’ve got to convince Daddy now more than ever that we need to move out.

ASAP.

Now I know exactly how to do just that.

Over the next few days, Daddy and I don’t get to spend too much time together because my Mother was in psycho mode and she became the one doing all of the driving me around. She drove me to practice in the early mornings, stayed and watched me run laps, snuck into the ladies locker room to make sure no boys came in while I showered, then left when the first bell rang; she did this for a week straight.

At home, she wouldn’t let me leave my bedroom except for dinner.

I never had anything to say to her or him at that point; I was furious.

A week after Daddy and I had our first orgasms with each others’ mouths, he finds me in the basement doing a load of laundry. I’m wearing a t shirt and sweats, no underwear at all since it’s laundry day and they’re all being washed. I am just pouring a cup of detergent into the running water when I feel hands sweep across my bare stomach beneath my t shirt; I moan softly and toss the soap aside to turn toward my Daddy.

He pulls me close and presses his lips to mine, then shoves his tongue into my mouth. His hands sweep beneath my t shirt, up to my tits where he plucks and twists my nipples; his heavy erection presses against my stomach as he shoves me back against the washing machine. “I’m going güvenilir bahis şirketleri fucking crazy with how much I need your mouth.” he growls, his hands sweeping down my ribs, along my waist, into the back of my sweat pants to cup the bare firmness of my ass; he lifts me up to straddle his waist.

I kiss him back, my hands in his hair. “I’m so horny, Daddy.” I gasp, my lips and tongue warring with his for control of our kiss. “I hate that she keeps getting in the way, Daddy. I need you so much!” I cry, his hard cock dry humping my pussy; I moan as my sweat pants scratch deliciously at my clit. “We need to move, Daddy. Take me away from here! Think of all of the fucking we could do. Don’t you want to fuck me, Daddy?”

“I want to fuck you so badly, Baby Girl.” he growls, his hands shoving my t shirt up so that he can bend down to suckle at my nipples. He moans with need as he sets me on my feet, then yanks the sweatpants down hard enough to make them fall to my feet. “I need it.” he growls, then drops to his knees in front of me and proceeds to feast on my cunt.

I bury my hands in his hair and pull his face closer to my pussy and moan. “I want your cock, Daddy.” I groan, as he laps at me hungrily; I’m so close, already, my clit so hard against his probing tongue. I bite my lower lip to keep from crying out knowing that my Mother is right at the top of the stairs making dinner in the kitchen. “Daddy, I’m going crazy with not being able to have you. Please. Take me away somewhere. I need you.”

My Daddy’s tongue sinks into me. “I know, Baby Girl.” he moans, then returns to sucking my aching clit. “I’ve tried to sneak in to your room every night this week, but your Mother is being so needy since our fight last week.” he grumbles, his index finger easing into my tight passage. “Come, Baby Girl. Climb on my face.” he commands me, then lays down on his back against the cold concrete of the basement floor; he undoes his jeans button and zipper, then frees his thick erection already oozing precum.

“I’m going to teach you how to 69 with me.” he growls as he strokes his thickness, then he moans and spreads his legs a bit. “Take off your pants and straddle Daddy’s face. Put one leg on each side of my head with your pussy over my mouth, but make sure that you’re facing Daddy’s cock so that you can take it into your mouth. Hurry, Baby Girl.” he commands, stroking himself faster; his stomach muscles clenching.

I kick off my sweats, then hurry to straddle his face before leaning forward toward his cock. “If we lived alone, Daddy, we wouldn’t have to wait for moments like this.” I grumble, then circle his cock head with my tongue while stroking his length with a tight grip. I lean forward and suck the whole thing down into my mouth and throat to wet it up, then pull it free and stroke it some more all the while he sucks furiously at my clit. “I want us to fuck, Daddy, and not have to be all quiet because Mom is across the hall. I want us to fuck and I want it now. We need to move out of here. Please, Daddy.”

“I know, Baby Girl.” he groans, his tongue licking up my slit toward my anus. “I need to fuck you so badly. My dick has stayed hard since almost sinking into you the other day.” he moans, then returns to sucking my clit. He pulls my pussy harder against his mouth, his tongue working back and forth between my clit and penetrating me.

“Daddy, I’m going to cum!” I whimper softly, then lean forward to take his cock deeply into my mouth as I ride his tongue to orgasm. I feel the warm lady jizz pour from me all over my Daddy’s face as I suck and stroke his cock; I moan around a mouthful of his man meat, his tip hitting the back of my throat as I quake around him. I suck and stroke him harder and faster, feel it thickening against my tongue, and then I’m swallowing down his semen in giant squirts that nearly gag me.

He moans from between my legs, his body shaking. “Fuck.”

I clean him up thoroughly as he licks the last of my juices away, my tongue licking his entire length on all sides, then I make up my mind. I carefully lift my leg from around his head and turn my body around. “I fucking want it.” I growl, then kick my leg over his pelvis to fit his spent cock between my drenched cuntlips; I grind against his limp length trying to coax it back to life. “I need to have you take me, Daddy, please!”

He moans, his hands reaching for my tits as they hang down over his face beneath the t shirt. “I know, Baby Girl, I know.” he groans, his hips thrusting up to meet my every drop onto him; he moans, his cock becoming wet with my pussy juice. “I want to fuck you so badly that I’m going insane with it. You were so tight around my tip when I–“

“Dillon?”

“You have GOT to fucking kidding me!” I moan as Daddy shoves me off of him; I fall onto my left hip with a slap of skin that is barely drowned out by the loud washing machine running. I glare over at my Daddy as he crab walks backward from me.

He scurries to his feet, zipping himself up as he moves. He hurriedly wipes his face on his t shirt, then appears at the bottom of the stairs. “Yeah?” he calls up, a basket of clean clothes suddenly in his arms. “I was just grabbing my clean clothes for the week and helping Shayna sort through hers. Did you mix your stuff into the bathroom hamper?”

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Izanagi dropped his backpack next to a desk in the back row. Low profile, he thought to himself. That’s how he got through secondary school, and as his first day at university, why should that be any different?

But, it would be different. Different for Izanagi and, he had to keep reminding himself, for everyone else, too. This was university, and not just any university. This was SOAR, the most lauded and prestigious university in the world. If you took the Forbes 500 list and did a reverse ANOVA statistical test to find the single greatest predictor of their success, it was attendance at SOAR.

Izanagi was no stranger to high pressure situations. He had graduated top of his class, from the most rigorous secondary school in all of Kyoto. He practically had his pick of universities to attend. Naturally, his mother had immediately suggested SOAR. And yeah, he got in. But, well, it was different here. At most universities, Izanagi would still be exceptional. But here? Even Izanagi only tested in the 30th percentile on the entrance exams. He knew that fact without a doubt; he had hacked SOAR’s records just to check.

It was with these thoughts that Izanagi slumped into his chair in the back of the classroom. The classroom was small, 25 desks lined up in five neat rows of five. There were no big lecture halls at SOAR; one of many illustrious promises you would see on any given advertisement for the school. Izanagi could recite most of them by heart, and would groan when we got to the catch phrase at the end, “Soar to the top at SOAR University”.

Class was set to start in the next five minutes. Most of the desks had been filled, and Izanagi was comforted by the fact that most students seemed as uncomfortable as him; awkwardly shuffling books around, mindlessly scrolling on their phones, and making every effort to avoid eye contact with any other student. Where was the teacher though?

SOAR employed less than thirty instructors, many of them leaders in their field and possessing degrees from multiple disciplines. SOAR also boasted having administrators, Principal Felix and Headmistress Roxanne, that were also instructors.

Moments before the clock struck 10:00 a.m. Izanagi heard the click of heels, perfectly synced strides, in the hallway outside the classroom. On the hour exactly the instructor for Literary Interpretation walked into the room.

Silence blanketed the room. The shuffling, clicking and murmuring from before evacuated, leaving nothing but awe in the air. Izanagi’s instructor was Headmistress Roxanne. He recognized her from the commercials, but only barely. On television the Headmistress wore a woman’s dress suit, her blond hair straight around her stern but friendly face. The picture of professionalism, nothing less than what Izanagi would expect from one half of the masterminds behind the greatest university in the world. The woman before him, although technically the same, could not have carried herself any more differently.

Izanagi was correct in his guess that the clicking he heard were high heels, and they belonged to the Headmistress. Her legs were covered in tights that slipped up her thick thighs, thighs that supported generous hips. A black skirt gripped her sides tightly, covering only what was absolutely necessary and nothing more. Izanagi was stunned by just how much was hidden behind modest clothing and prudish camera angles.

The Headmistress strode to her desk, turned around to face the whiteboard, and wrote “HEADMISTRESS” across it in all capital letters. Izanagi took a glance around the room, and took note that every student, the men and women, were staring at the same thing he was: The Headmistress’ round, voluptuous behind. Her skirt seemed to get caught on it, and was just inches from revealing so much more.

In a flash the Headmistress turned around. She wore a coy smile, as if she knew what she was doing. It took at least a full second for the class to realize she had even turned around; she relished their awe.

“Good morning class. I am your Literary Interpretation instructor. I am also the Headmistress of this university, and as such you will address me in that way.”

She spoke with a confidence gained from experience being the center of attention in any room. Her words broke Izanagi out of his daze, but her eyes pulled him back. Hazel in color, they seemed warm and inviting at first glance, but a voice in the back of Izanagi’s head told him there was poison behind her eyes. That her warmth was calculated. Her hair, dyed purple with streaks of blond and silver in it, was pulled back in a bun, giving her students the feeling her eyes could see them anywhere, that this classroom was her kingdom and they were merely her subjects. The idea scared Izanagi, but it made him feel something else, too. Something akin to excitement.

The Headmistress put her hands on her hip and scowled, “I said GOOD MORNING.”

The shock was audible through the classroom. Some students coughed, others murmured good morning, but all of them took note of the Headmistress’ stance. canlı bahis şirketleri With her hands on her hips her back was arched, and she had on display her impressive bust. Izanagi felt a rising in his jeans as he saw the buttons on the Headmistress’ blouse struggle against the strain her chest put on them. My god he thought to himself, they let people teach here dressed like that? How does anyone concentrate! Izanagi was not the first to notice the light pink hues of a brassiere beneath the Headmistress’ white blouse, imposed with fruitless task of containment.

Izanagi was overwhelmed. His experience with the opposite sex, and the verb sex, was limited to lewd manga series his friends from high school had impressed on him. He had vocabulary to memorize, tests to study for, languages to comprehend. He had never even kissed a girl, let alone been in the company of a girl, a woman more accurately, like Headmistress Roxanne. Izanagi only pleasured himself when the lust distracted him from his studies. Izanagi found himself significantly distracted.

“Very quiet. I can understand that, being your first day and all. But here at SOAR,” the Headmistress smirked, “We are tasked with not just cultivating your intelligence. SOAR graduates are known to be well-rounded individuals, not just intellectually, but emotionally, socially, and physically.” Izanagi felt the Headmistress’ eyes on his lap at her last statement, where his hands were lumped together doing their best to contain his erection. “I expect a bit more camaraderie, between yours peers, and with me, in the future.” The Headmistress held a smile and scanned the classroom. And with that, Izanagi’s first lesson at SOAR University began.

“Take a seat, Izanagi.” a disembodied voice commanded. He recognized it as the Headmistress’ voice, and it seemed to be coming from a chair facing a window behind her desk.

“Thank you, Headmistress,” Izanagi murmured as he took his seat. From here, the office looked pretty typical for an administrator’s office. Papers were scattered around the Headmistress’ desk. Her degrees, doctorates in English, Creative Writing, Children’s Literature, Education, and Instructional Design hung on placards above her desk. A photo of her standing alongside the Principal, appearing much more the commercial version of herself, hung on the wall.

“Top of your class. Most elite high school in Kyoto,” the Headmistress announced.

“Yes, ma’am,” Izanagi stammered. It was true; why was he so nervous?

“Do you remember what I said this morning, Izanagi?”, she demanded as she swiveled around in her chair and stood. She was dressed in the same clothes from class that morning, loose pieces of hair had escaped her bun, and Izanagi noticed immediately her blouse had the top two buttons undone.

“I’ll take your silence as a no,” Shit, had she asked a question? Izanagi thought. “This morning I said that here at SOAR university, we educate, we produce well rounded graduates. People that will be successful in many, in any, walk of life they so choose to follow.” The Headmistress strode around to the front of her desk with a folder in her hand. My file, Izanagi thought. What is going on?

The Headmistress leaned against her desk, facing Izanagi. “This, right here,” she waved the folder, “Is our file on you, Izanagi. Very impressive. Intellectually speaking, you’ll do very well here at SOAR.”

Izanagi smiled nervously. Although her words were kind, he did not feel like it was a compliment.

“But, as I explained earlier, intellect is not the only thing we instruct our students in.” The Headmistress snapped his folder shut and set it down on her desk. “Based on our exchange today, Izanagi, and your conduct in class, I’m worried that there are, how do I put this… deficiencies in your previous education.”

Deficiencies? “Headmistress, I-“

“Izanagi, please, let me finish. You are not the first student we have accepted with this problem, and I doubt you will be the last.” The Headmistress’ voice tilted upward as she spoke. What did she have in mind?

“These areas that are lacking, Izanagi, they will be challenging for you at first, I imagine. But, with enough practice and study, I think you will find them to be some of the most satisfying parts of your life.”

The Headmistress stopped and looked at Izanagi, smiling, as if goading him on. Izanagi didn’t know what else to do.

“Well, thank you Headmistress. What do I need to do? Is there extra tutoring hours I need to attend, an extra section of class-“

The Headmistress put her finger on Izanagi’s mouth. Her perfume washed over him as she drew near. She moved like a ghost, her finger on his mouth, her face inches from his, and in his peripherals her breasts heaved against her shirt after the movement.

With a whisper, the Headmistress said, “You will receive special lessons. I will provide them. They start immediately.”

The Headmistress stood and began to unbutton her blouse. Izanagi pressed back against his chair, acting as if he wanted to escape canlı kaçak iddaa but was unable. “Headmistess, wha-“

“Quiet. Every other word you speak after this one without my permission is a percentage off your grade. As the Headmistress of this academy you will trust my professional judgement.”

The Headmistress slid one arm out of her blouse, then the other, dropping the garment onto her office floor. Izanagi looked around him, glancing at the door behind him, the door he had come through.

“Nervous, dear? Scared someone will catch us? All this,” Headmistress Roxanne gestured to her body, sliding her hands up her hips, around her chest and up to her hair, “is a part of your education. This is standard curriculum at SOAR.”

Izanagi was speechless. He had heard rumors of the “progressive” and “non-traditional” approaches of instructors at SOAR, but this was far beyond anything he had imagined.

Izanagi, as nervous as he was, felt an immediate pressure in his jeans. As his hands moved cover up his growing erection, the Headmistress stopped him.

“Oh, mhm. What, exactly, is this, Izanagi?”

Izanagi swallowed, hard, in shock from the electricity of the Headmistress’s hand rubbing his cock through his jeans.

“I asked you a question. You will respond,” The Headmistress said firmly.

“That’s, my, uhh…” Izanagi stammered.

“You’ve never said it, have you?” The Headmistress smiled. “Nobody’s ever touched it but you. Nobody’s ever begged for it? Begged for your cock?”

Izanagi shook his head.

“Say it. Say it’s your cock.”

“It’s, um…it’s my cock…”

“And why is it getting so hard, Izanagi?”

Izanagi felt his Headmistress’ hand slowly glide up and down his jeans. He did not think this was how today was going to go.

“You, Headmistress? Because of you?”

“Me?” the Headmistress asked coyly, pointing at herself. “Little old me?! What about me, Izanagi? What about me makes your cock so hard?”

The Headmistress gripped Izanagi’s cock when she said this. An impulse, to grab the Headmistress hair, or shoulders, or fuck her breasts, shot through Izanagi’s brain, through his arms and down to his fingers, but he resisted it.

“Tell me, Izanagi. I see you looking at me. I saw you looking at me in class today. What caught your eye? Just tell me…” Headmistress’ voice got smoother and quieter as she whispered in Izanagi’s ear, one hand on his cock, her breasts pressed against his chest.

“Your, uhm, just so beautiful Headmistress.”

She pulled away, frowning. “Beautiful, Izanagi?”, she said with a mocking pouting voice. “Mountain ranges are beautiful, Izanagi, sunsets. And yes, I am beautiful. But does beauty make your cock hard?”

Did she really want him to say it? To say those words, to be so filthy? To utter the things he chastised himself for even thinking about?

The Headmistress read the doubt on Izanagi’s face. “Say it. Be a good boy and say it for your Headmistress. Here, I’ll make it easier on you. What are these?”

As she said it, the Headmistress arched her back, slid her hands behind her back, and removed her bra, the straps sliding down the sun-kissed tan skin of her arms. Before Izanagi were the first pair of breasts he had seen in real life, the nipples hard and perky with small piercings in them. As the Headmistress pushed strands of hair out of her face, they bounced slightly, perfectly.

“You like them, don’t you? I see you looking at them. Lusting for them. And I can feel your cock likes them too.” The Headmistress smiled her devilish smile. All Izanagi could do was nod.

“Say you like them.”

Izanagi caved. “I like them.”

“Like what?”

Must he say it? “Those.”

“‘Those’ what? Say it.”

“Those breasts.”

“Whose breasts.”

“Yours.”

“What’s my name Izanagi? Say it.”

“Headmistress.”

“And what are you looking at right now, Izanagi? What are you lusting after, what do you want to grab, pinch, bury your face in and suck on? Say it, and be a good boy and use my title.”

“My Headmistress’ breasts. Her tits.” Tits? Where did that come from? Izanagi’s cock pressed harder against his jeans, begging to be let free, and the Headmistress’ light touch on his jeans had not let up.

“Oh my. Tits? So there is a naughty boy in you somewhere. Mhm. Good. I was right about you.”

The Headmistress stood up and leaned against her desk, giving Izanagi space while she eyed him from head to toe. She crossed her legs and smirked, drinking in Izanagi’s nervousness. What the fuck is going on!? Izanagi thought to himself.

“So, Izanagi. You’ve taken an important first step in your education at SOAR.”

The Headmistress’ tone had changed. The thick, sweet tone of seduction was gone, and she once again sounded like she was standing in the front of the classroom from this morning.

“When Principal Felix and I founded this school, it was an effort to produce well-rounded graduates. Academics education can get you very far in life, canlı kaçak bahis but it is only a piece of true satisfaction. Do you think that is true, Izanagi?”

Izanagi swallowed hard, but shook his head in agreement. He wasn’t actually inclined to agree, as someone who had dedicated nearly every spare moment of his previous years of education to study, but the bulge in his jeans mandated total compliance with his Headmistress.

“So, we at SOAR aim to help our students explore all their interests. I’ve gathered, based on your file and the way you composed yourself in class, Izanagi, that we’ve been exploring some interests here that you don’t have much experience with?” The Headmistress asked in an innocent, curious way.

Izanagi nodded, “Yes, ma’am. I… don’t know what to say.”

The Headmistress nodded. “That’s okay, dear. Absolutely. Because I am here to teach you.” She slipped off her desk, inching forward towards Izanagi. “Can I teach you, Izanagi? Are you ready for your first lesson?”

Izanagi needed only a moment to mull it over. He was caught off guard by his Headmistress’ conduct, but he was 18 and had never been with a woman, let alone an older woman with breasts large enough to suffocate him. Even the most intelligent men can, at times, be ruled by base needs.

“I am ready, my Headmistress. Teach me.” The submissive tone came naturally to Izanagi.

Headmistress Roxanne moaned slightly. “Your Headmistress, huh? I like the sound of that.”

Headmistress Roxanne moved forward and straddled Izanagi. Izanagi felt her thick, voluptuous ass press down onto his cock. The pressure was overwhelming but the sensation it sent through his groin was worth it.

“As inexperienced as your are, I want to start you off slow, my Izanagi. I will teach you how to please a woman by stimulating her breasts.” The Headmistress’ voice had trailed off to a whisper by the time she finished speaking. The seduction, the suffocating sweetness of her voice had returned.

The Headmistress grabbed Izanagi’s hand and placed them on her breasts. “Take your fingers and lightly touch them. Very lightly, just drag your fingers across them.”

Izanagi obeyed. His eyes were locked on Headmistress’ breasts, but as his fingers whispered over her nipples he looked up into her eyes. The Headmistress leaned her head back slightly and bit her lip. Oh? She liked that…

Izanagi grasped a breast in each hand and started rubbing both nipples. The Headmistress’ eyes shot open. She held Izanagi’s gaze for a second, and then slapped him across the face, hard.

Izanagi was stunned, his eyes welling up from the surprise. What had he done!?

“Is that what I asked you to do!?”, Headmistress shouted. “Physical intimacy is an art, Izanagi, and while there are many different ways to create art, they all take time and patience!”

Her tone was viciously loud, and Izanagi was scared. Not for his safety though, he realized. Izanagi was scared Headmistress would stop his lessons, he realized. And as she berated him for his insolence, he felt the pressure in his jeans swell up even more. What was going on? Did he like her yelling at him, taking control?

“Again. Tease my breasts, and this time do as I say!”

Izanagi followed Headmistress’ command. His fingers traced across her breasts, back and forth, and while she watched him for the first few minutes after a while the Headmistress seemed to relax, enjoying the feeling of his fingers on her bare breasts. Her back arched, as if presenting her chest for his enjoyment, and she placed her hands on Izanagi’s knees to balance herself.

After a few minutes, Izanagi couldn’t take much more. He needed more, he wanted Headmistress Roxanne. He didn’t know how to get it or what he could do, but his cock was throbbing and it was telling him more more more.

Nervous, Izanagi took a risk. As his fingers skimmed across Headmistress’ breast, he stopped at her nipples, hard and pointed, and grasped them both between his thumb and finger, offering a tiny pinch. Headmistress Roxanne cried out, and Izanagi flinched, thinking another slap would be the result, but she remained in place, straddling Izanagi’s lap, her back arched.

Izanagi returned to grazing the Headmistress’ breasts with just his fingertips, but would spontaneously pinch her nipples. What at first sparked a violent, angry reaction in his Headmistress seemed to be now generating immense pleasure for her; her moans growing louder as she began rubbing her hips back and forth against Izanagi’s waist.

After what seemed like an eternity, Headmistress abruptly grabbed Izanagi’s hands and pulled them off of her breasts. Izanagi’s disappointment must have been written across his face; Headmistress let out a quick laugh. “Don’t worry. We’re not done here. You still have a lot to learn.”

The Headmistress stood now, taking her weight off of Izanagi. Izanagi looked down to find a wet spot on his jeans; whether it was from him or Headmistress he did not know. He looked up expectantly at Headmistress, awaiting her next lesson. He licked his lips without realizing what he was doing. The Headmistress gazed deeply into his eyes. He couldn’t be sure, but Izanagi suspected Headmistress could see the lust in his eyes, the lust that he felt coursing through his veins.

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The weather was changing. The deliciously cool days of March had begun to give way to the hard heat of the wet season. Miami only had these two seasons, and there was a sadness to losing the near perfect temperatures of the dry tourist months. The upside, of course, was that he could finally return to the beach. The water was warm enough for a native Floridian, and the beaches were no longer intolerably crowded with snowbirds and spring breakers. Today was his first trip back since October, and to Haulover Park no less. He could actually say he felt excited, a depressingly rare sentiment as of late, and for the first time in days he wasn’t angry either.

Here I am — thought Marco — at last. The pathway cut through a cluster of brown sea grapes obscuring the view of the sea, allowing for a bright band of blue water and yellow sand to be visible, the sun hanging high above in the eastern sky. He removed his sandals, sticking his toes in the sand; it both burned his soles and felt wonderful. He bent low and picked up the sandals in one hand, the other holding his beach bag. Straightening, he expanded his well-muscled chest and took in the salty air, walking toward the light, past a sign that read: “ATTENTION: BEYOND THIS POINT YOU MAY ENCOUNTER NUDE BATHERS.” A elderly and ridiculously tan gay couple walked by, naked as fish. Freedom, he said to himself.

Marco’s wife hated the nude beach, so the only times he was able to go was when they were fighting. He had been coming here since high school. At first it was standard adolescent purility that brought him to Haulover Park, but it wasn’t what kept him coming back. Being on the beach or in the ocean without clothes seemed to him the most natural thing in the world. The rest of the time he felt unjustly trapped in a cruel society that forced clothes upon its unfortunate members. And though he mostly had a happy marriage, mostly, this was one subject on which they were bitterly divided. He had only convinced her to go with him once, and it had offended her Catholic sensibilities; moreover, it gave her the willies. She sat on the towel, never once taking off her bikini, which he vainly tried to explain was considered bad etiquette. They left soon after arrival, her angry and him embarrassed and hurt. He never brought it up again.

Good a spot as any, he thought, after approaching the water line, sufficient open space surrounding him. After unfurling his towel on the ground, he took off his shirt and threw it in the bag. He inhaled slightly, and dropped his shorts. A chubby woman in her fifties briefly noticed him then casually looked away. It still gave him a thrill. He took out his sunscreen can and sprayed himself, rubbing the oil all over his shaved head and hairless body. He was in good shape, and he could feel the eyes on him as he slowly worked the oil into his dark skin.

When was the last time his wife watched him take off his clothes? he wondered. Five years ago? Could it be that long? It sure felt that way. They had a good sex life, he supposed. But was it good enough? Was that part of life over? He blinked the thought away and lay down, facing the sea. He stared at it through black sunglasses and sighed. He did feel better now; yeah, he wondered, but better than what?

“Mr. Diaz?” Marco’s came to from his trance and looked up. Haloed by the sun stood a young woman wearing clothes. She had wavy brown hair, and the small white tee that hugged her fit body read ‘University of Miami Volleyball.’ Her little green boy shorts had the university logo on them. She was smiling at him with bright eyes and an seductively open mouth.

“Yes? Do we know each other?” he replied. She smiled even more widely.

“I’m Casey. Casey Rogers. You were my volleyball coach.” His lips involuntarily parted.

Right out of college and struggling to make his business work, Marco had picked up some extra cash teaching local youth volleyball for the city rec center. There were about fifteen or so students, and he believed he had forgotten all of their names. But Casey Rogers he did remember. She was a dogged player who ran down every ball, diving with abandon and playing as if winning were a necessity, the way only good athletes do. But she had been just a kid — skinny, awkward, immature. Nothing but potential.

“Oh my god — how, how did you recognize me?”

“Are you kidding? You look exactly the same! I mean . . .” She looked him up and down and laughed, not cruelly nor from embarrassment, but almost sweetly. Her eyes danced enchantingly.

“You sure don’t,” he said.

She lowered her eyelids dreamily, smiling with the confidence of a grown woman who knows how sexy she is. She was not a chiseled beauty; in fact, while her body was nearly perfect, güvenilir bahis her facial features were somewhat ordinary. But there was something about her . . . an inner glow, an aura perhaps, that he couldn’t take his eyes off her. She was the dictionary definition of attractive. Suddenly, she frowned and put her hands on her high hips. “God, how long has it been? Like, seven years?”

“Yeah, that sounds about right.”

“What are you doing now? Still coaching?”

“No, I only did that for a year. I run my own business now. Catering.”

“Cool,” she said, nodding approvingly, taking the time to look him over; smiling again, as if reminding herself to whom she was talking and of what she was seeing. She wasn’t hiding how amusing she found this. His heart was fluttering.

“You?” he asked, his throat feeling dry. “How old are you now?”

“Oh,” she giggled, “Twenty-one. I’m in school at UM, one more year to go. I’m on the volleyball team!” She pointed to her sizable breasts where it was written. “Your class actually changed my life. You really instilled in me a love for the game.”

“Wow!” he exclaimed. “That’s amazing!” He meant it.

She leaned in a bit. “Do you . . . mind if I sit down here?” His heart beat even faster.

“Uh, sure. Of course.”

“I don’t wanna like bother you or anything . . .”

“No, it’s fine, really,” he said. He wasn’t confident he meant that.

She beamed at him and put her bag down, then sat right down in the sand. “Thanks! You know, this is my first time here,” she grinned, a bit sheepishly.

“That so?”

“A friend told me about it a while ago but I was always too chickenshit to come until today. Maybe I’m being paranoid, but I feel like some old creeper is less likely to talk to me if I’m with you.” She shook her head. “Can’t believe I ran into Mr. Diaz! I gotta tell Sara Duarte. You remember her?”

“I – I think so?”

“We still talk,” she said, then took off her shirt, revealing a white bikini top. She gracefully rolled onto her back and pulled off her shorts, rolling back to seated in the same move. She radiated athletic energy, sexual energy. The old creeper is me, he thought.

She sat quietly for a moment, then looked at Marco impishly from the side of her eye. “I can’t believe I’m doing this in front of you,” she whispered loudly, and she reached back to undo the string on her bra. He chuckled. “Take a look around,” he replied calmly as he waved his hand along the horizon. “It’s nothing out of the ordinary.” But in truth, as he watched from behind the dark lenses of his sunglasses her breasts gently open, free from the tight constriction of her top, he was powerfully aroused for the first time in what felt like months. Her breasts were stunning: large, weighty, firm, evenly tanned, with attractive nipples and glistening sweat. He turned his head so as not to stare, gazing at the ocean but thinking of her.

She left her bottoms on and rummaged through the bag until she found some cream, which she applied to her face, her muscular legs, and her arms, carefully rubbing over her forearm tattoo, the word rekless written in cursive. Then she massaged her chest, making circling motions around and over her nipples. This time he couldn’t help but watch. She met his eye, smiling ever wider, biting her bottom lip ever so gently. “Can you get my back?” His face felt flush.

“Absolutely,” he replied coolly as he sat up and scooted toward her. She turned and pulled her wavy hair around to the front, slightly lowering her head. He squirted the cream into his hands and placed them on her upper back. Her skin was smooth and taut. He glided his hands up and down, smearing the lotion from her neck to her bikini bottoms, the tips of his fingers grazing the top of her rump. He detected her breathing quicken too, as she leaned back, touching his leg with her arm.

“All set,” he stated.

“Your turn!” she grinned. He smiled back and laughed.

“Alright, bet.” He rolled onto his stomach and placed his head on his heads, exposing his buttocks. He could feel her kneel down at his side.

An obese man with shriveled parts strolled by from their left; to their right, an elderly couple with sagging bodies read books in lawn chairs. A tall black man with a stud in his penis stood with his feet the water, smoking a cigarette. He felt her touch his shoulders and begin to massage them, her hair brushing against his back as she leaned her head toward his ear. “God, this place is so bizarre! Do you, like, come here a lot?”

“Not so much any more. Now and again.”

“So you like it here?”

“Yeah, I do. I feel . . . one with nature, something like that. You don’t like it?”

“It’s just so . türkçe bahis . . I mean I like it, I think . . . but, the bodies on these people,” she smirked. “The floppy boobs! And the tiny dicks! It’s overload.”

“I guess it’s part of the appeal. No one cares here. Everyone is comfortable in their own skin.”

“Even when they shouldn’t be,” she laughed.

“Who are we to judge? You gotta love yourself, right?”

“Easy for you to say,” she answered, as her hands passed over his ass. “You’ve got the hottest body here.” He felt dizzy.

“Look who’s talking,” he replied. He was smiling now as well. I’m flirting, he thought. He couldn’t the recall the last time he had. Something had awakened inside him.

She laughed at that. “Okay, I’ll rephrase that — you’ve got the best-looking cock on the beach.” He looked back at her; he was speechless. “Which reminds me: time for you to turn over.” Her eyes were twinkling.

“Wow. Okay, so it’s like that, huh?”

“I’m getting into the spirit of it, I guess.”

He pointed at her bikini bottoms. “Then why’d you leave those on, Rekless?'” She opened her mouth in mock outrage. “Is that a dare, Mr. Diaz? Are you daring me to take my pants off?” He rolled onto his back, his cock draping over his left thigh as he did so. He arched his eyebrows above his sunglasses in anticipation.

Her eyes flickered. She licked quickly at her lips and stood over him, slowly pulling at the string at the side of her bottoms. The front flap fell open, revealing a recently shaved mons pubis. She took them from between her legs, turning and bending over to put them in her bag, all while giving him an ample view of her outstanding posterior. He felt his cock swell perceptibly. She lay down in the sand opposite him, resting on her elbows, knees bent and feet apart, pussy lips staring him right In the eyes. Above that, her athlete’s stomach; above that her naturally full breasts; and above that, her lovely young face with sex on her mind.

“I’m married, Casey,” he got out. “Just so you know.”

She tittered. “Your cock’s gotten bigger since I took off my shorts.” He looked down. It wasn’t hard — thankfully — but it was noticeably engorged. “And it was pretty big before that.”

“Casey,” Marco said while sitting up, ” I am married. You are . . . unbelievable, and I’m grateful that you made my day a whole lot more interesting, but we gotta take a break and chill out or something . . .” She sat up as well, and took a seat on his towel next to him, furrowing her brow into a serious visage.

“Too bad,” she said. “I guess that means you can’t push my head down onto your fat cock until I start to suck it. Or does it?” She wrinkled her face. “‘Cuz I’m really curious how it would taste right now. How far down my throat I could get it?”

He must have looked horrified. Her seriousness melted into a playful hilarity as she fell onto his arm, touching his thigh. “Oh my god, your face!” She put her arm around his shoulders.

“Girl, you gotta chill. This ain’t cool, you hear me?”

“Oh dude, that is so hot,” whispered Casey as she looked down into his lap. His dick was stiffening, crawling up the side of his leg. “I think my pussy is getting wet. Can you tell?” She lay back again, knees open.

“Shit,” he said looking down. “I gotta jump in the water.” He stood up quickly, jogging down the slope, his semi-erect penis flopping about, and he dove into the turf.

He stayed underwater, motionless. Time felt paused, sluggish. He exhaled, a stream of bubbles escaping his lips, and he slowly fell to the bottom. What the hell is happening? he thought. He tried to picture his wife’s face but all he could see were Casey’s delectable thighs framing a twenty-one-year-old vagina. He felt nervous, quickened, guilty, alive.

He came to the surface in time to see her walking into the water. She dipped herself low, then rose again, her hair wet and sticking to her breasts. Then she lunged forward, swimming expertly towered him. She popped up about a foot away from him, with a happy look on her face that made her seem even younger.

“The water feels incredible! Why did we ever invent swimsuits?”

“My thoughts exactly.”

“I’m starting to get why you come here. It’s so . . .”

“Sensual?”

“Erotic,” she said, swimming closer, wrapping her legs around his.

“Hey, Casey . . .”

“You’re married.”

“I’m married.”

She looked to either side, reached down, and with her thumb and index finger she nonchalantly squeezed his penis. She looked up at him with cartoonishly widened eyes. “Uh huh?”

“What the fuck, girl,” is all he could say. But he didn’t move; he didn’t push her away. Softly she placed her open güvenilir bahis siteleri mouth on his neck, tightening her hips into his hard cock. He took her ass in both his hands, supporting her, and he swayed side to side.

They silently danced like this for a few minutes. Suddenly she leaned backward and looked down at his now rock hard cock through the water. She giggled, proceeding to wrap her hand around it, letting go of it just as quickly. She did this a few more times in a steady rhythm.

His loins ached. “Jesus . . . you’re smokin’, girl . . . But I can’t . . . I just can’t . . .”

“Do you know what you are to me, Mr. Diaz?”

“Hey, please don’t call me that. Call me Marco.”

“I will not. Do you know what you are to me?” She had a new look in her eye and a change in her tone, but none of it altered the electricity of the moment. He felt on fire.

“No, what am I to you?”

“You’re my all-time fantasy. Today is straight out of a dream. I dreamed this all up, do you hear?” She raised her eyebrows innocently as she spoke, weakening his resolve. “This isn’t real. So you can do whatever you want, without any consequences, same as me, because this is all a sweet daydream I had seven years ago.”

She planted her lips onto his. He could taste the salt water as he passionately sucked on them.

She turned around, pushed her buttocks into his crotch, reached back and grabbed his cheeks between her fingers; She slid his wet, rubbery cock between her butt crack, gyrating her hips as if to music.

Mad with desire, he took her by the armpits, grunting low like a primate, and angrily lifted her up and onto his dick. She gasped, taken mildly by surprise, and looked back at him with crazy eyes as he began to thrust himself deep inside her. “Oh . . . That’s it . . . Ooh, just like that. Fuck me, Mr. Diaz . . . Just like that . . .” She squealed pleasurably. He looked to the shoreline; he noticed more than a few eyes watching them, leering foully.

“They know I’m fucking you, girl,” he growled. “They know what kind of a slut you are.”

“Such a fucking a slut,” she cried. He slid his hands from her armpits to her toned triceps, pulling her into him from there.

“That’s right . . . Look at that old creeper right there. He’s watching you take it.”

“I can see his cock . . . I can see all of their little cocks . . . “

“Where’s my cock, huh? Can you see my cock?”

“It’s too deep inside me . . . The hottest cock on the beach . . . Mr. Diaz’s muscle cock . . . Uhhhh . . .” She groaned as he let go of any pretense that they weren’t actually having sex — which was illegal, but no one who watched seemed interested in ratting them out — and he aggressively pulled her onto his swollen cock repeatedly. “Oh, Mr. Diaz! Fuck! You fucking wild man!”

“Gonna . . . come . . .” he moaned into her ear, taking hold of her marvelous tits, one in each hand. He pounded away faster, his wet cock chafing against her impossibly tight vaginal walls.

“Come inside me!” she let out while wincing in blissful pain. “I want it inside me!”

He lowered his right hand to her clit, parting her lips with his finger. Her moans grew frighteningly loud. He saw a middle-aged couple lying on the sand, watching them while stroking each other. “Oh my god, you little whore! You fucking little cumrag! Take it! Take it!” His lust and arousal were surging, darkening his words, clouding his soul, turning him ugly and bestial. He grabbed at her throat. Her eyes rolled back in her skull. They both opened their mouths at the same time and let out an identical noise of completion and release, from all possible boundaries or restrictions, like wolves or sea turtles or creatures from a bygone era. I’m free, he thought. I’m Free.

He pulled her close and wrapped his arms around her waist. She kissed his cheek. They walked out of the water together, holding hands, ignoring the lascivious glares of judgment and envy.

For a time they lay with each other familiarly on his towel, mostly quiet, laughing softly, petting, cooing. After an hour or so, Casey sat up. “I gotta go,” she said.

He nodded. “Okay.”

She got dressed and collected her things. “Bye, Marco,” she said teasingly. “Maybe we’ll see each other here another day.” Her eyes still twinkled, but with something more.

“Good luck next year,” he said. “Go ‘Canes.” She laughed, winked at him, and waved with her fingers. He watched her walk away, disappearing into the thick of the sea grapes..

Marco looked at the ocean and exhaled. He picked up his phone. It was unusually hot from the sun, as if it might explode. He clicked over to his wife’s older messages. He read a few of them, back to before all of this mess had started, whenever that had been. He smiled until he thought he face might crack.

“Let’s get dinner out tonight,” he texted. “I miss you and love you.” A smiling emoji was her response.

“Wild man,” he said aloud.

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‘Where’s my massage tonight Adam?’ asked my wife playfully as we sat down to watch the TV.

‘Oh… of course… sorry darling.’ I replied, jumping to my feet and running upstairs to collect the various oils and creams that I used to massage my wife. Upon my return to the living room, Kerry (Kez to her friends) had taken up her position on the sofa – she motioned for me to sit at the space between her feet.

As usual, I felt myself swelling to full stiffness as I took her beautiful left foot in my hand to begin my massage. The soft grunt of appreciation that she made as I began to massage the peppermint cream into her sole only served to heighten my growing arousal.

‘You do realise that this is about the third week in a row that you have given me a nightly massage right?’ Kez asked from above me.

I looked up at her, still taken aback by her beauty, even after five years of marriage. Her large, green eyes were the thing that initially drew my attention, they were complemented by her full red lips and cute little dimples that came out when she smirked playfully – which was exactly what she was doing at that moment. Her thick, dark hair framed her face perfectly. It was fair to say that I was awestruck by my own wife. I’m not sure when that began, but it was certainly a feeling that I was growing to embrace.

‘Would you like me to stop?’ I asked, hoping that she wouldn’t say yes.

‘Absolutely not.’ She asserted. ‘It’s just that, I highly doubt that any of my friends receive nightly massages from their husbands.’ She purred as I began to work the foot cream into her ankles, relieving the stress of her hardworking day. ‘It’s not even just that though Adam,’ she continued. ‘You seem to respond enthusiastically to every instruction I give you.’

‘What can I say?’ I shrugged, ‘I like to please you.’

‘I think you’re holding back from the truth of it.’ She said, her voice taking on a slight whisper. ‘I’ve noticed the little glazed over look in your eyes when I give you an order. I see the effect I have on your cock when you’re at my feet and giving me massages.’

‘Holding back how?’ I asked, feeling my mouth go a little dry.

‘If I were to tell you to strip naked right now, you’d do it.’ I nodded slightly at the truth of it. She raised her free foot to my chest and pressed gently against me, allowing me to feel the pressure. I looked up at her beauty. ‘If I were to tell you to go and prepare a sandwich for me in the nude, you’d do it.’ Again I nodded, feeling my cock throbbing in my trousers as she pointed out the obvious changes to the nature of our relationship.

It hadn’t always been this way; at the beginning, we had been like any other couple – sometimes we agreed on things, sometimes we disagreed. Sometimes I would make the dinner, sometimes she would. Hell, she even used to give me the occasional massage. Just recently, however, I had found myself volunteering more in all aspects of the relationship – cooking, cleaning, massaging, conceding points in arguments, apologising (even when I didn’t feel that I had even done anything wrong!). Up until this point, those changes had not been discussed.

‘I would,’ I admitted. It felt good to be finally talking about it.

‘So I want you to tell me Adam.’ Her voice took on an air of authority that I had never really noticed before. ‘If we’re going to be changing the dynamics of our relationship, I need to know what it is you’re feeling.’

I looked up at her, feeling nothing but love and adulation for this beautiful woman. ‘I love you Kerry,’ I began, not entirely sure of where I would go with my speech. Not entirely sure how to vocalise the thoughts and feelings that had been creeping into my subconscious over the past few months. ‘I think I feel very submissive towards you recently.’ She nodded knowingly. ‘I like it,’ I admitted, feeling my cock throb with my admission. ‘In fact, it’s more than that – I almost crave it. All day long, I think about ways to please you, ways to show you how much you mean to me, ways to submit to your lead.’ My heart was pounding in my chest as I opened up myself to my true feelings; I felt precum oozing from the tip of my cock. ‘I am utterly devoted to you and I want you to know that.’

‘There’s more though.’ She whispered, presenting me with her foot. I took the hint and began to lovingly kiss each of her perfect toes in turn. They were so soft and smooth; my weeks of devotion and nightly massages had ensured that.

‘I want to worship you,’ I gasped – it felt so good to let it out. ‘I want to do whatever you tell me to. I want to bring you pleasure and I expect nothing in return.’

‘Now we’re getting there,’ she said as she stood to her feet. ‘Undress me and then get yourself naked.’

‘Of course,’ I whispered as I stood to my feet and undressed my wife, marvelling in her tall, slim frame; feeling ever more aroused as I exposed first her large, firm breasts and then her well-maintained nether regions. I then quickly undressed myself, standing firm and erect in front of her. She directed güvenilir bahis me to kneel.

‘You want to me lead the relationship Adam,’ I nodded dumbly up at her. ‘You need to know that if we do this, then it will definitely change the dynamics of our relationship forever.’

‘I understand.’ I gasped; unable to grasp just how aroused I was by her words.

‘This is not about your pleasure. I am not just going to use you for your own selfish sexual desires. If you are expecting this, then you are sorely mistaken. This will be about me. If I desire something, you will fulfil my wishes.’

‘Yes Kerry,’ I whispered.

‘Even if you feel uncomfortable doing it, or it is something you have not considered before.’

‘Yes Kerry.’ I answered.

‘Beg me.’ She commanded.

‘Please,’ I begged, ‘please take control of my. Use me for your own pleasure. Control my actions, my thoughts, my orgasms. I didn’t even know before this evening that this is what I truly wanted – but it is, so thank you for helping me to realise this. Please Kez, I want to belong to you completely.’

‘Kez is no longer how you will refer to me in private. Do you understand?’

‘Yes,’ I responded, ‘how should I refer to you?’

‘You should call me Boss.’

‘Yes Boss,’ I replied, ‘thank you Boss.’

‘Good boy,’ as she spoke, she sat back down on the sofa and parted her legs, allowing me to see the glistening wetness of her pussy. A thrilling shiver traversed my spine as she referred to me as her good boy ‘Now make me cum.’

‘Yes Boss,’ I whispered reverently as I moved forward to the heaven between her legs.

Chapter 2

That conversation had been four months ago.

Following it, we had settled comfortably into a new routine of dominant and submissive.

Once we had the conversation, it was as if a lid had been lifted on both of our roles, allowing us to grow organically into our new personas.

My wife was naturally quite an authoritative person – both in her work and in her social life; so it came as no surprise to either of us that she eventually came to lead on all aspects of our relationship.

I myself, on reflection, realised that I had always had a submissive streak. In all of my past relationships, I had been focused more on the pleasure and attention given to my partner than to my own. Only with Kez did the yin and yang aspect of my desires become complete.

Our relationship was still one grounded in a mutual love and trust; only now it had evolved to new levels.

Ninety percent of the time, a casual observer wouldn’t even notice the difference. It’s not like Kez led me around on a leash in public, or made me refer to her as Boss when out with friends – like I said before, it was a natural shift in the dynamics of power within the relationship.

At home, Kez very rarely did any of the chores or made the dinner; there was a mutual understanding that they would be my responsibility. When the chores were complete, there was an expectation that I would run her a bath and, if requested, I would wash and bathe her while she lay back and relaxed with a book. Following that, I would get my box of lotions and creams and would spend however long she required pampering and massaging her.

Naturally, I loved every second of it. While at work, I daydreamed about returning home to my wife and devoting my evenings entirely to her.

Over the few months, Kez had blossomed from her position of initial scepticism and occasional reluctance to a natural leader in all aspects – especially sexual.

I no longer had to worry about whether or not I was expected to make the first move sexually; she had it all under control herself. Almost every evening now there was a sexual element to our relationship – all of it instigated and controlled by Kerry. Early on following our discussion, she had made me pledge all of my future orgasms to her and her alone – which meant no more masturbation (unless that was what she instructed). At first I balked at this somewhat; but the feeling of being teased and frequently denied brought about feelings and sensations that were previously unknown to me. The longer she made me last without orgasm, the more devoted I became, the more submissive I became and the more open to suggestion I became.

It had been about two weeks since my last orgasm.

On each of those nights, Kerry had made me service her pussy with my tongue to the point where my head swam, my jaw ached and my cock leaked with anticipation. But on each of the nights, Kez had orgasmed several times, before rolling over onto her side and instructing me to stroke her gently until she fell into a peaceful and relaxed sleep – while I spent the rest of the night as stiff as a rock, desperate to be given the permission for release.

‘Alana is coming over this evening Adam,’ Kerry spoke following her evening bath; it was a Friday night and we both had the long weekend to look forward to. Alana was one of Kez’s friends – a dark-haired girl of mixed race (she had an English türkçe bahis mother and a Jordanian father); her olive-toned skin and deep chestnut eyes made her an attractive prospect to most men.

Kerry handed me the colour of nail polish that she wanted on her toes and sat herself on the edge of the bed. I took the hint and sat on the floor at her feet – I began to remove the existing polish as she told me about Alana’s troubles with her boyfriend.

It turned out that they had been having issues for a while; her partner (Ben) was quite openly disrespectful to her and showed her very little care and attention. This was affecting her self-esteem and she was feeling quite emotional. Kez told me that she had shared some of the details of our relationship with Alana (this surprised me a little – I had no idea that my wife had been sharing the intimate details of our relationship – I knew, however, that I must not be upset or show any dissent towards her choices) and that she had invited her over to explore ways of rebuilding their relationship in a new, more positive way.

‘You must treat Alana as you treat me this evening Adam,’ Kez spoke as I finished applying the polish to her delicate, pristine toes and began to blow gently on each one in turn.

‘Yes Boss,’ I answered, feeling precum leak from the end of my naked and exposed cock. I couldn’t believe what she was telling me. With only that one command, I understood that I would have to be as subservient and submissive towards Alana – for the entirety of the evening – as I was with my own wife. Of course, she knew that I would do nothing untoward (without instruction), but still, we both knew that I would be unable to hide my arousal during the whole situation. My heart pounded in my chest – this would be adding a new, more public and open aspect to our relationship.

‘You had better put some clothes on though I suppose. It might be a little bit of a shock to the system for her to see how you spend the majority of your evenings dressed,’ said Kez with a playful smile and a wink.

‘Yes Boss.’

‘You have done a good job on my toenails this evening,’ I flushed slightly at the compliment. She took her bare right foot and teasingly used the tips of her toes to caress my swollen and throbbing shaft. ‘Maybe you’ll get a treat tonight if you’re a good boy.’

‘I’m always a good boy Boss.’ I replied, gasping at the deliciously frustrating sensation of her big toe as it circled the end of my cock, smearing my precum around the head.

‘Yes, well, we shall see.’ And with that, she removed all touch from me, leaving me dangling once again on the edge of release. ‘Now, get dressed and go and make sure that the downstairs is fit for visitors whilst I get myself ready.’

‘Yes Boss,’ I replied, dutifully standing to my feet.

Chapter 3

I took one final look around the room as I heard the doorbell sound. Even if I do say so myself, the room looked immaculate; Kerry would have expected nothing less. I went to the front door and answered it. Alana stood on the front step with a bottle of wine in her hand and a bunch of flowers in the other. After two weeks without orgasm, most women looked attractive; but I had to admit it, she was a very pretty lady. Smaller than my wife and a little more full in her frame, but she had a devilishly sexy smile and a nice round arse too; a very familiar stirring began in my boxer shorts and I was glad that I was wearing clothes for a change, because my arousal would have been immediately obvious.

‘Alana, hello,’ I greeted her warmly, ‘please let me take those from you.’ I took the wine and the flowers and placed them on the table, allowing her to enter the hallway. ‘Please allow me to take your shoes,’ I offered, kneeling at her feet, knowing that this was how my wife would want me to greet her friend this evening.

Alana seemed stunned by my offer and looked down at me with a puzzled look on her face. ‘Are you sure?’ This was something that she was clearly not used to. I merely smiled warmly up at her to let her see that my proposal was genuine. ‘Oh, well, ok then.’ She somewhat nervously presented me with her right foot, clad in a rather sexy looking open-toed, heeled sandal. Her nails were painted a deep and sexy blue; I noticed that they were well-pedicured and felt waves of arousal coursing through my body as I gently unbuckled the clasp and removed her warm, soft foot from her shoe.

‘If you don’t mind me saying Alana, you clearly take a lot of care of your feet.’ I looked up at her as I paid her the compliment, feeling my cock throb against its restraints as she blushed slightly.

‘Th…thank you,’ she stumbled over her reply, ‘I go for a regularly manicure and pedicure. Nobody has ever commented on it before though.’

‘Oh, he’s very attentive my husband,’ said Kerry as she sashayed up behind us both. She looked down on me and gave me a knowing wink – she could tell just from looking at me just how aroused I was. ‘But if we gave him the choice, he wouldn’t come up from there for the güvenilir bahis siteleri rest of the evening.’ She watched me as I removed the other shoe, placing them onto the rack. ‘Now, come on Adam, those flowers are going to need some water and me and Alana are going to need a drink.’

‘Sorry Boss, of course.’ I replied without hesitation.

‘Did he just call you Boss?’ Alana asked.

‘I told you all of this silly,’ Kerry responded as she led her friend away down the hall and into the living room; leaving me with my instructions.

‘I know, but still… I kind of thought it was all a joke.’ Alana threw me a somewhat puzzled look over her shoulder, unable to quite get to grips with the reverent way in which I had greeted her. I simply smiled warmly in response.

‘No joke,’ Kerry spoke as they entered the living room. ‘We just need to figure out how to get that useless lump of yours to change his ways.

Chapter 4

‘You enjoyed that, didn’t you?’ Kerry asked as I closed the door behind Alana, wishing her a good night with a respectful kiss on her hand.

‘Yes Boss,’ I replied, feeling my hard, throbbing cock pressing against the material of my boxer shorts. Through the course of the evening most of my clothes had been removed, and my final state left very little to the imagination. There was even a clear damp patch on the material from where I had constantly leaked precum.

I followed my wife upstairs to the bedroom where I was instructed to strip. She lay down on her side and instructed me to stroke her back.

‘I must admit Adam, I enjoyed it too.’ I heard her gasp at my touch as I lovingly caressed her spine. ‘You’ve given me licence to become myself and more and more I’m finding our roles are becoming so natural.’

‘I agree,’ I replied, heart hammering in my chest. I could tell that Kez was turned on because she wriggled slightly just at my touch on her back.

‘Tonight was so liberating; having someone else witnessing me as I controlled you. I was so wet for the entire evening as you massaged and worshipped me.’

‘I’m glad Boss,’ I replied earnestly – I too had enjoyed having someone witness my submission.

‘Kisses,’ she commanded. I began to kiss her back, allowing my fingers to caress her buttocks and the back of her thighs. ‘Further down,’

‘Yes Boss,’ I responded as she rolled onto her stomach and presented me with her ass.

‘No fucking about. You know what I want;’ she gasped, her arousal causing her to lose a little of her usual composure.

‘Yes Boss’ I replied as I used my tongue to trail down the crack between her cheeks.

‘I’ve been thinking recently,’ she gasped as she felt my tongue come into contact with her anus. ‘There’s something I’ve been fantasising about. Mmmmnh.’ She grunted as she pushed her ass back into my face, encouraging my tongue to probe and explore at her most hidden of holes. I took up a position on all fours behind her and busied myself, worshipping at her asshole, filling my senses with her earthy aroma and tangy taste.

As she allowed me to pleasure her asshole by pushing herself up onto all fours, she rummaged around in the drawer beside our bed. I knew what she was after before I heard the soft buzzing of her vibrator, but I still felt my already aching cock swell even harder before I even felt the buzz of her vibe at my chin as she pressed it up against her pussy.

‘I’ve been thinking Adam,’ she whispered, gasping softly as I pushed the tip of my tongue inside of her asshole, ‘about how much I want to be penetrated as you worship my ass.’

Her admission caused me to gasp aloud, grunting into her ass as she slid her vibrator into her pussy.

‘But I don’t want anything to jeopardise us,’ she gasped between grunts. ‘Ohh, fuck it feels good. I want to feel my pussy stuffed while you lick and suck at my ass.’ She used her free hand to reach around and grip the back of my head, pulling me hard into her ass as she pushed herself back into my face, overwhelming my senses.

‘I made a decision,’ she grunted between gasps, using her vibrator to fuck her dripping pussy with abandon. ‘I want Alana to fuck me,’ she wailed now, the sensation of her vibrator and my tongue sending her tumbling over the edge, climaxing in the doggy position as she fucked my face with her ass. ‘I want her to fuck me while you lick my ass and worship me. Tell me you want it.’

‘Yes Boss,’ I grunted somehow as she momentarily relieved the pressure on my face.

‘Say it,’ she gasped, cumming again and again.

‘I want to worship your ass while Alana fucks your pussy,’ I groaned, the honesty and truth in my admission was too much for me to handle and I involuntarily ejaculated all over Kez’s feet as she continued to fuck herself with the vibrator. The feeling of my warm, sticky ejaculate hitting the soles of her feet caused her to writhe and moan even more and I felt her anus pulsating against my tongue as she continued to ride my face.

‘Fuck, fuck, fuuuuuucckkkkk!’ She grunted, dropping her vibrator and squirting her juices all over the bed as she buried her face in the pillow and screamed obscenities. She used the soles of her feet now to milk my cock, teasing from it every last drop of ejaculate that had built up in it for the last fortnight.

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Jessica loved being with her Daddy every since that first night he violated her she was bound to him and did whatever he said. He was always very sweet to her even though their relationship was based on his manipulation, she needed his guidance. He was the only man for her. He was a very hot 50 years old, 6’3 dark gray hair and very hairy. She always loved to look at his hairy chest even when she was very young. Jessica had just turned 18 and was Daddy’s only lover. Her Mommy had left him soon after her 18th birthday suspecting that daddy had found a new woman and had no idea that it was her daughter. Jessica was very petite and loved to be handled by her big strong daddy. She was lost whenever he wasn’t around and followed his every word. She only wanted to please him and her body pleased him very much. She was 5’2 with long dark curly hair, big brown eyes and a sweet smile. Her tits were 34c and she had big dark thick nipples that grew so large in her Daddy’s mouth. She was a senior in high school with a few weeks before graduation. Daddy would often take her out of school to fuck her in the backseat of his car in the parking lot. He would send her back to class with thick hot cum inside her tiny womb. She would count the minutes before he would pick her up and often left her desk soaked in juices thinking about him.

One day Daddy picked her up unexpectedly and when she was called to the front office she unbuttoned the two top buttons of her school blouse as soon as she saw him. He loved to see her big dark nipples poking through her white blouse whenever she saw him. He smiled at her and she was instantly wet. She stood so close to him that her tits brushed up against his chest while he put his arm around her. He playfully grabbed her ass cheek under her skirt as she giggled. The secretary in the front office gave them an odd glance but Jessica was gazing into her Daddy’s eyes. He signed the paperwork so she could go home with him and showed her to the car. Immediately when she got in the car she went to grab for his dick.

“Wait baby, today we’re doing something special together.” He said.

“Okay Daddy,” Jessica responded.

“Do you remember Daddy’s friend Jon from work?” He said as he drove her away from school.

“No, Daddy.” Jessica answered.

“He’s the nice big man that always comes to your cheer practice. The one that likes to take pictures of you. I’ve seen you tease him.” Daddy said.

Jessica giggled. “Is he the really hairy one?”

“That’s him.” Daddy replied.

“I always flip up my skirt for him when I do the splits. He’s always watching me.” Jessica said.

“He likes you so much baby. He always asks about you.”

“Like what?” Jessica asked innocently.

“He always says you’re the prettiest girl he has ever seen. How hard you make him.” Daddy said.

“Really Daddy?” Jessica giggled.

“Oh, yeah. He asks what you taste like and begs to see pictures of your hairy pussy.”

Jessica was getting excited from her Daddy telling her how horny she was making his friend.

“He asks me a hundred times a day if he can fuck you.”

“No Daddy! I only want you!” Jessica started to panic.

“And I tell him a güvenilir bahis hundred times a day, NO. He knows you’re mine. But he has offered Daddy a lot of money to do something else.” Daddy said encouragingly.

“What Daddy?”

“Jon wants to watch you masturbate in your school uniform and it’s only because you’re the prettiest girl in the whole world and Daddy loves you so much that I said yes.”

“Will you be there Daddy?” Jessica asked.

“Yes Princess Daddy will keep you safe. Don’t worry. He can’t touch you. He just wants to see you touch that pretty hairy tight cunny in front of him.”

“That’s all?” Jessica asked. “Promise?”

“Well, one more thing. He probably will want to jack off his big hairy cock because that’s what your body does to men, baby. We can’t help it. You make us instantly hard and want to cum all over.” Daddy explained.

“What will you do Daddy?” Jessica asked.

“I’m going to be watching you baby girl. Your every move and you’ll probably make Daddy so hard he’ll want to cum too.”

“Mmmmmm I hope so Daddy!” Jessica said excitedly.

As the two pulled up to the local park parking lot Jessica saw a big man in his late 50s. He had dark receding hair and was gray around the temples. He was around Daddy’s height at 6’3 and had an older man’s belly that was tight around his dress shirt. He was staring at Jessica even while they drove up. Daddy moved around the car and let Jessica out of the front seat. Jon approached Jessica hungrily.

“Hi Jessie.” He said with a sick smile.

“Hi.” Jessica giggled.

He looked her over from tits to ass as she stood shyly in front of him. She could tell he was aroused by his heavy breathing and the way his eyes darted from her legs to her tits.

“Princess, get in the back seat Daddy is going to talk to Jon.”

“Okay Daddy.”

As Jessica turned she glanced back at Jon who was sweating a little as his eyes were plastered to her ass. She liked the power that she had over him and lifted her skirt to show him her ass cheeks.

She heard him groan, “Fuccccckkkk,” as she walked to the back of the car.

She watched through the back window as Jon paid Daddy. She was getting a little excited knowing that he was there for her and that he wanted her so badly. She certainly loved this more than being in Math class. She looked at herself in the mirror and put on lip gloss. She was a little nervous but she knew her Daddy knew what was best. She saw Jon walk hurriedly to the minivan and he got into the back seat. There were three rows in the car and Jessica was at the very back. Jon sat directly in front of her and Daddy to the side of him. She spread her legs as soon as they entered the car.

“Okay, baby Jon is just going to watch you do what you love. Don’t you love to touch your juicy hairy cunny?”

Jessica shyly nodded yes and looked at Jon with her big eyes.

“You are gorgeous Jessie. The best looking girl I’ve ever seen. I just want to see more. Do you think you can open your legs wider for your Uncle Jon?” Jon pleaded.

Jessica looked to her Daddy and he nodded and smiled. She knew that this pleased her Daddy and so she opened wider showing türkçe bahis Jon her tiny white panties.

“Godddd those are hot little panties you have on.” Jon breathed. “Uh, huh. You look like such an innocent school girl. Yeahhh, so so so sweet.” He was grabbing the front of his slacks while he watched Jessica.

All this attention was getting her excited and surprisingly this big out of shape man was turning her on with his words. She started to unbutton her blouse without being coached and slowly opened her top.

“Yeahhhh,” Jon groaned.

She teased him by showing the tip of her dark nipple which was hard under his gaze.

“Sweetheart,” Jon said “those are the sweetest nipples I have ever seen.”

Jessica smiled and opened her blouse more, unbuttoning to her tummy.

“I could never imagine just how perfect those tits were.” Jon whispered. “No, sir.” He started to massage himself faster. Jessica found herself wanting to please Jon much the way she wanted to please her Daddy. She loved how in control he was.

Jessica lifted her legs higher and rubbed her inner thighs slowly without thinking she started to lick her lips.

“Mmmmm hmmm look at that tiny little mouth. Such a hot little mouth.”

Jessica liked that Jon wanted to be teased. That he was taking his time with her, almost seducing her to act this way. She pulled her panties up to her pussy and showed him her wetspot.

“Jesssssssusss fucking the virgin mary would you look at that. Are you getting turned on baby girl? Is Uncle Jon getting you hot?”

Jessica looked at her Daddy. He looked at her and gave her a reassuring smile. She looked at Jon and nodded yes.

“Your Daddy was right. You ARE a horny slut!” Jon laughed loudly unzipping his pants. “Well Uncle Jon knows exactly what to do with horny sluts. Yes he does.” Jon unleashed his big hairy balls and giant erect cock proudly showing Jessica. Her eyes grew wide and she gasped a little. “Yeahhh, Uncle Jon has something to offer a pretty girl.”

Jessica had only seen her Daddy’s big cock and Daddy’s WAS beautiful to her, but Jon’s was huge and had massive amounts of dark hair around it and his big balls hung low. She instinctively licked her lips again as she stared at it. “Yeahhh, you are a cock hound aren’t you? Daddy is raising a hot little cock hound. Mmmmm Uncle Jon loves cock hounds.” With those words Jon started to jack off slowly.

Jessica was mesmerized by his thing that looked like it belonged to an animal. It certainly was making her wet and she quickly removed her panties.

“Yesssss, baby let Uncle Jon see it. This is what he’s paying for.” Jessica tossed her panties at her Daddy who held them up to his nose. Without a thought Jon insisted, “I have to have those. Even if I have to pay more.” Daddy slipped them into Jon’s coat pocket. “You know I want to see that sweet hot hairy pussy Jessie. Uncle Jon has been dreaming of it since the day he met you. You’ve been teasing me for years with it. All those cheer leading pictures that I took of you. I just had a couple of glances and some pictures that I blew up just right I got a good look at some of that hair. Uncle Jon jacked his cock off to those güvenilir bahis siteleri for years. Did you know that?”

Jessica giggled. She was truly aroused by Jon’s attention. She opened her legs wide to his stare without her panties revealing her hot, hairy, soaked tight cunt to his eyes. Jon almost collapsed when he saw it in full view and heaved forward a little and shook, grabbing his giant cock hard. His groan was more like he was in pain and it was loud.

“Fuck me blind.” He breathed. “At this moment,” he told Daddy, “I truly hate you.”

Jessica rubbed the juices throughout her pussy hair making it glisten. “I would eat you girl, until you collapsed. Uncle Jon would never stop.” Jon started jacking off faster as he groaned rhythmically.

Jessica watched him and started rubbing faster. Her breathing was rapid and she felt like she was going to pass out. She LOVED doing this and knew that she could never stop. Her Daddy opened a door that would never be shut.

“You are a baby whore aren’t you?” Jon managed to groan between strokes.

Jessica nodded yes emphatically.

“You are a hot little slut that needs to be watched? You love this don’t you?” Jon breathed.

Jessica’s head nodded yes again.

“Uncle Jon paid so much for this and he would give a lung to do this again.” Jon was now sweating profusely as he unbuttoned his tight collared shirt. He opened it wide and he was covered in hair, he looked just like a bear to Jessica. He had giant pink puffy nipples under all the hair.

“Ohhhhh,” she groaned. Jon’s big hairy body was doing something to her.

“You hot little slut. You are in the backseat of your Daddy’s minivan fucking yourself in front two old hairy men. You are a Daddy fucker. You little dirty whore.”

Jessica liked that Jon was getting more vulgar it made her pussy twitch.

Jon was now jacking off full throttle. “You hairy cunt. You dirty little hairy whore. Look at that tight hairy hole. That is the hottest hole.” Jessica kept watching the sweat glisten off of his big hairy chest and stomach she wanted to lick it but knew that it would make her Daddy angry. She was so close to exploding as three of her tiny fingers disappeared inside her tight hairy cunt. As soon as Jon saw this he exploded huge thick wades of white gooey cum. He thrust forward so that it landed all over Jessica’s face. She was shocked. But when she looked over at her Daddy he was jacking off and cumming too. The image was too much for her. Her beautiful hot daddy cumming and this ugly sexy beast who paid for her spooging all over her pretty face. Jessica exploded ejaculating a thick white goo from her pussy. Jon grabbed her hand and pushed into his sweaty chest hair. She groaned when she made contact with him. He took her hand and pushed it up to his mouth where he inserted two of her fingers inside his mouth as he groaned loudly. This was too much for Daddy he pulled Jessica’s fingers out of his mouth and threw Jon’s shirt at him and told him to get out.

“I said no touching fucker.” He growled and opened the car door throwing out his coat. Jessica was afraid for a moment, but Jon knew he had crossed the line. He left dejected but satisfied.

Daddy went to his knees and ate of all of Jessica’s goo from her hot hairy tight hole. She moaned loudly and was so satisfied to have her Daddy again. She exploded several times in the back seat screaming, “Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!”

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