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“Calm down! What’s gotten into you? Talk with me. Whatever it is, we can work it out!” he pleaded. “Work it out? Work this out!” I screamed, before throwing the antique vase his mother gave us as a wedding present. He ducked my throw, watching it dissolve into a million chips of porcelain as it vaporized against the wall. “That was childish. Grow up! What’s this about? Please talk with me.” He almost sounded convincing.“I have nothing to say to you except go fuck yourself, you lying, cheating sack of shit.”  “What are you talking about?” He grabbed my arm, trying to pull me toward him, but my knee sunk into his adulterous groin, doubling him over in paralyzing pain. I ran towards the front door, grabbing the first set of keys on the entry table. I couldn’t move very fast in my flip-flop slippers but I managed to slam the door hard enough so it sounded like a sonic boom rattling the windows.“Oh shit!” I exclaimed, as I saw the keys I grabbed were David’s and they wouldn’t fit my Lexis. I saw him approaching in hot pursuit, so I jumped in his Jeep Wrangler and quickly turned the key in the ignition. The car leapt forward because it was in gear. Fucking stick shift! I thought to myself. By that time, Dave was at the driver’s door, trying to pry it open. “Karen! Where the hell are you going in the middle of the night? Whatever it is, we can work it out. Talk to me,” he shouted.I remembered his driving instructions and depressed the clutch. The engine started. After I ground it into gear, I pushed the accelerator and dropped the clutch. This time the Jeep shot forward with screeching tires, almost going sideways. It ran over Dave’s lighted lawn gnome before I got it under control. He continued screaming something as I drove away. I had no clue where to go. If I went to my mother’s house, she would just berate me. She’s always hated David and said he wasn’t in my class. I probably shouldn’t have married him after knowing him for such a short time, but I fell in love with his sexy good looks and smooth talk. Today was the day I had hoped to tell him I was pregnant, but life never seems to work out for me the way I plan. To make things worse, he was cheating with Debbie, my sister. My God! She had güvenilir bahis two kids and an adoring husband. This betrayal has so my levels I couldn’t count them. Barely able to see through my tears, I drove aimlessly around the city. I hadn’t realized there were areas like this in our city, with seedy looking bars and the homeless sleeping in cardboard box makeshifts. This seemed like a different planet. The stench of the ghetto flowed through the vents. All I could think of was him with Debbie. I had noticed she has been overtly friendly with Dave lately. I remember her whispering with him at Mason’s house party last week and how infuriating it was when she flashed me her glowing smile. I recognized that smile, the one she has when she’s keeping a secret. Was I foolish to believe my husband wasn’t susceptible to other women? Why didn’t I get suspicious when suddenly he had to work late, or his numerous private conversations with my sister? I just believed in him. I believed in us. Now I’m nothing but a fool. Suddenly I was aware that I was driving in an old industrial area because there were few cars on the street and the windows were dark. The only lights I saw were from fires burning in trash cans in an adjacent abandoned parking lot and a flashing neon sign at the end of the block. Just when I was thinking things couldn’t get any worse, my engine jerked, sputtered and quit. I had no clue where the hell I was as the Jeep came to an abrupt stop. Looking at the instruments, I was out of gas. I had been too preoccupied in my misery to even notice the blinking fuel light. I cranked the engine but it wouldn’t turn over. That was just the beginning of my problems. My first reaction was to call my mom. I looked at the empty passenger’s seat and an icy chill ran through me after realizing I didn’t bring my purse. I took a deep breath and evaluated my situation. I’m a professional counselor and believe no matter what the situation, there is always a solution. Okay, here I am out of gas in a seedy part of town. I’m dressed in my nightgown and bathrobe, with my hair in rollers. I have no identification, money, or phone, and the temperature outside is dropping rapidly. My options seemed limited. güvenilir bahis siteleri First, I put on the emergency flashers, hoping to attract the attention of a police patrol car or possibly a Good Samaritan. Next, I looked in the mirror and started pulling the rollers out of my hair. Alright, that might seem a bit vain, but I’ll be damned if I’ll look like a hag when I’m rescued. Then I looked for some spare change in the ashtray and glove compartment. Nothing! I thought, what kind of person cleans his car that carefully but is so careless as to not to erase his text messages? Bastard! Those text messages were all the damning evidence I needed. I remember how I caught them. I had heard a beep from an incoming text. We have the same brand of phones, so I picked it up. Quickly, I realized it was not my phone, but before I set it down, I noticed the text was from my sister. I was confused. Why would Debbie text David? I opened the phone record. My heart dropped. There it was in front of me. I thought this couldn’t be real, but after reading the conversation over, I realized they were having an affair. I sat for an hour thinking about my cheating husband while shivering and waiting for my rescuer that never came. Option two was to go seek help. The only sign of life I saw was the flashing sign at the end of the block. I cinched up my robe and stepped out of the car. A cold wind hit my exposed face and it felt like a thousand icicles. I thought, why couldn’t he at least cheat on me in the summer? As I approached the flashing sign, I saw that it read, Ricky’s Bar and Grill. There were several motorcycles parked at the entrance of the old building. I could hear the music blaring as I pulled open the door. The springs were so strong that the door slammed as I stepped inside. Conversations stopped and all attention was directed at me. “I need help,” I announced.“You need desperate help with your wardrobe, honey,” said one of the bar girls. Everyone laughed. Not knowing what to say or do, I cried. That always seemed to work. A big guy with tattoos on his arms and a full beard approached me as I wept. This guy had to be the biggest, most intimidating man I had ever seen. He gently iddaa siteleri put his hand on my shoulder and led me to a booth. I tightened my robe and crossed my arms in front of me, trying to modestly cover myself from the staring people. “Can I get you something to drink?” he asked. “I can’t drink alcohol because I’m pregnant.” “Really? How about some water or coffee then?”“Coffee sounds good.” I was still shivering.He called out to the bartender, “Another Bud for me and a coffee for the lady.”Then he looked me over and asked, “At the risk of sounding clichéd, what’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” Like a dam burst, I poured out my situation and problems to this perfect stranger. He listened patiently while I shared the utterly hopeless story of my failing marriage. I didn’t even bother to ask his name. Behind the rough appearance and grizzly beard were eyes of understanding and compassion. I finally came to the end of my story and my face was soaked with tears. He patted the top of my hand and said, “That’s quite a saga. By the way, my name is Rick.”“I’m sorry I was rude and self absorbed. My name is Karen. Karen Holloway. I’m glad to meet you,” I said, giving him a finger shake. Rick looked over at the bar and said loudly, “Misty, would you come here a minute?” A thin blond girl came to the table popping gum and asked, “Wass up, Ricky?”“This is Karen. She is about your size. Do you have a change of clothes you could loan her?” “Sure. What are you, a size four? Follow me to the bedroom, hun, and we’ll see what we can do.” -oOo-I followed her into the back of the bar where it was more spacious than I would have believed. We passed a commercial kitchen and several storage rooms. Then, at the end of the hallway there was a large apartment size granny flat. Once in the room, she opened a closet and said, “Hun, I think my dresses might fit but I know my bras won’t. I’m a small “B” and you’re what, …a double-D?” “I was a full “C” but I’m pregnant and I’m growing.” “It would almost be worth getting knocked up to have some boobs like yours,” she chuckled. She handed me a cocktail dress and said, “Try this. I have some heels to match.” “Are you and Rick married?” I asked, walking toward the bathroom with the clothes draped over my arm. “Heavens no! Ricky ain’t the marrying kind. That’d be like cagin’ an eagle.” In the privacy of the bathroom I dropped my robe and removed my nightgown. The dress fit snugly but it was doable.

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I was pruning the rose bushes in the front lawn that warm May morning. It was just another Saturday in my perfect suburban life. The kids were at college and I had the garden to myself. I had watered the plants and gotten rid of some weeds before working on the roses. This was my haven, my place to relax and enjoy a day off after a hectic week at the office. At the time I worked as a manager for an accounting firm and my husband, Mark, had a good job at a hedge fund in the city. We had been married for twenty-five years and we still loved each other and made love several times a week. He had asked me on a date my first week at college and that was it, I was deeply in love and so was he. It was a perfect match and as soon as we graduated we married and the kids followed the second and fourth year. I was about to go inside for a glass of water when I heard Mark’s car and looked up. He parked outside the garage. “Hi, honey. How did it go?” I said and took off the gloves I was wearing. Mark walked around the car and opened the trunk. After giving me a peck on the cheek he said, “Fine, I got everything.” The inside of the trunk was filled with bags from the grocery store. The following day was our annual BBQ where we invited the neighbors for food and drink in our back garden. I helped him with the bags and when everything was standing on the kitchen floor I finally got my water. While I drank it Mark came up behind me and put his arms around me, fondling my boobs through the grimy T-shirt I was wearing. “Wanna have some fun?” he whispered in my ear. I put down the glass and reached for his chin. “Sure, why not, the kids aren’t around.” He swung me around and lifted me up and then carried me to the living room where he dropped me on the couch. He began to pull down his shorts and I did the same. His tanned body was strong for a man over fifty and I was proud of my own at forty-five. Hours on the treadmill and at the gym had given me a body most women my age could only wish for. When his briefs dropped I reached for his cock which was already hard. “Come here, you,” I whispered and pulled him closer using his shaft. I loved sucking him and he enjoyed it even more. I have always considered myself a good cock sucker because I take my time and actually enjoy it. The best part, of course, is when he comes. But today I didn’t want to suck that long, I wanted him inside me. When he began to moan I lay down on the couch and indicated what I wanted. “That fast?” he said. “Yeah, I need to get back to the rose bushes.” He laughed. “Talking about bushes, you had a haircut.” I ran my fingers over my shaved pussy and smiled up at him. “Yes, I did.” He lay on top of me and with some wiggling and adjustments his cock entered me and I sighed with pleasure. He knew exactly how to do it, not too fast and not to slow. Within minutes my nails dug into the skin of his back. “Oh, yes, so good, it is so good,” I moaned in his ear. With a few more thrusts he made me come and he soon followed emptying himself deep inside me. I must have been hornier than I thought because I usually didn’t come that fast. We held each other for a while and then he kissed my cheek. “I love you, Carol,” he said before sliding off me. Looking up at him I said, “I think I better take a shower.” Hoping I wouldn’t drip cum along the way I rushed up to the bathroom where after a quick shower I dressed in clean shorts and a new T-shirt. Mark must have used the guest bathroom because he was already in the kitchen putting the groceries away. When he saw me he said, “Did I mention we have new neighbors?” “No, you didn’t, who are they?” “I don’t know their names but they moved into the house where the Maddison family used to live.” “Maybe we should invite them?” He looked up from bahis şirketleri what he was doing and said, “I thought the same. I’ll pop over when we have this straightened out.” ****** When Mark had left I began preparing lunch, deciding to leave the roses for later. I am a very organized person and I seldom let my husband into the kitchen. I like to keep things where they are supposed to be and I am the same at work. Mark is similar to me, but he tends to be a bit messy at home. One thing we do have in common is that we are not sporadic. We like to plan everything we do which drives our kids crazy. They always complain about our lack of being spontaneous. A trip to the movies is planned a week before, holidays a year and even something so simple as making lunch I planned a day before. I guess I don’t like surprises. Mark walked into the kitchen just as I was placing the plates on the table. I had made a lobster salad with freshly baked bread. “They are coming,” he said and washed his hands in the sink. When we were seated I asked. “What are they like?” A smile grew on his lips. “Different.” “What do you mean different?” He broke off a piece of bread and slowly chewed it, I was dying of curiosity. When he had finished he said, “first off, they are wealthy, an Aston Martin and a Maserati were parked outside. His name is Larry and I peg him to be about our age and his wife,” he laughed and then continued, “she is a lot younger.” “There is nothing wrong with having a younger wife, look at Dan and Helen down the street, they are at least fifteen years apart.” “Sure, but Nicole, that Larry’s wife, she is more like twenty-five years younger.” “Oh, I see. What else?” “He has tattoos, and so does she. Both smoke and when I went over there they both had a beer.” “C’mon, you can’t judge people because they like body art, smoke, and drink during the day.” Mark had finished his salad and added more from the bowl that stood between us. “I guess you are right. In any case, it will be fun to see the reaction of the others when they show up.” Most the people that live in our patch of suburbia are upper middle class, bankers, lawyers and such. Their kids are in college and they have time to spend with each other. Some are on their second and even third marriage. I would call them reserved on the point of being uptight. They are not bad people but the kind who don’t like changes in their daily lives. After lunch, we took coffee in the garden and I read my book while Mark did a few crossword puzzles. He loved that stuff and could spend hours absorbed in them. It was a nice afternoon and when the sun went down we went inside for dinner and then watched TV until ten when we went to bed, just a normal day in suburbia. ****** Sunday morning I was up before the sun and was hard at work in the kitchen when Mark came down around nine. “You are up early?” he said and patted my ass. “Yes, I am trying a few new sauces for the barbecue and thought it was best to take my time.” He grabbed a mug and poured himself a coffee and then made two toasts with strawberry jam. Sitting at the kitchen table he said, “Any chance of some morning sex?” I turned from the stove and opened my kimono he had bought me in Japan a few years earlier. It was black with a large red dragon on the left side. I loved how the silk felt against my skin. Under it I wore nothing. His eyes were drawn to my shaved pussy and he actually licked his lips. Then his gaze moved up to my boobs he had bought me for my fortieth. I was a natural B cup but after breast feeding two children it had left me a bit saggy which was taken care of by the doctor. Now I had perfect C cups with large nipples Mark loved to suck on. He got up and pulled his cock out from his pajamas pants. By the time he lifted bahis firmaları me up on the sink he was rock hard and when I wrapped my legs around his waist he pushed himself deep inside me. “It’s going to be a long day,” he moaned in my ear while thrusting in and out. “Yes, it will,” I managed to say between gasps. I loved the way he would take me all over the house, and not only in our bed. It made our sex life so much more fun. I reached down and fondled his balls and then gently massaged them. What he really loved was when I used my nails on the sensitive skin. “Oh, God, woman, you are making me come too early.” “Sorry, but I have to get back to the food preparation.” With a couple of hard thrusts, he emptied inside me and then pulled out. A strand of cum hung under his cock and I wiped it off with my index finger which I then placed in my mouth. “You dirty girl, I love it,” he said and smiled. “You taste good, you know.” Mark laughed and walked up to our bedroom. I went to the guest bathroom and cleaned myself before returning to the kitchen. I didn’t care that I hadn’t come, sometimes I do sometimes don’t. It’s just the way I am. ****** At three o’clock the first guests arrived, Mark was at the BBQ and our next door neighbor, Jim, was at the bar. He did it every year and was usually drunk by six in the afternoon. I did the meet and greet at the door and was talking to Clair and Harry when I saw the new couple walk up the driveway. I excused myself and walked down to meet them. I had taken three steps when I stopped and stared at the man in front of me. He hadn’t changed a bit over the thirty years that I hadn’t seen him. Sure, he had a few wrinkles and his hair had gray streaks in it. But the dark blue eyes and the strong nose together with a square jaw was the same. When he turned to his wife I saw the tattoo that ran up his neck. He put out his hand. “Hi, I’m Larry and this is my wife, Nicole.” He didn’t recognize me I realized. I swallowed and then cleared my throat. “Hi, welcome, please come in. The food and drink are at the back, make yourselves at home.” When I was alone I quickly walked over to the garden shed where I opened the door and walked in closing it behind me. I stood there in the dark breathing hard trying to relax. What were the odds that Larry would move in two houses away from me, I wondered? Not only that, the town where we grew up was over a thousand miles away. The chance of winning a jackpot on a slot machine was bigger than us meeting like this. ****** I met Larry when I was sixteen years old. Being a dorky kid with braces I didn’t have many friends. He was the new guy in school and drove a Trans Am. Larry wore a black leather jacket, blue jeans and smoked. I was in the book club, music club and physics club. He raced his car on Friday nights and drank beer with the other guys. The girls were all in love with him and would follow him around like little ducklings. Then one spring evening when I was walking back home from the library I heard his car. I turned and it came to a stop right behind me. My heart threatened to jump out of its cavity and burst through my chest when I saw him get out. “Hi, you are Carol, right?” he said with a cigarette between his lip. “Yes,” I managed to say. “Cool, get in.” I was frozen, couldn’t move, and couldn’t breathe. I slowly shook my head. “C’mon, I don’t bite, it’s just a ride.” His dark blue eyes were kind and he did look so hot in his black T-shirt and jeans. The jacket must be in the car, I thought. “Sorry, but my parents wouldn’t be happy.” He dragged his fingers through his thick black hair and said, “Okay, maybe next time?” I didn’t answer and when he drove away I looked after him and actually swore out loud for being such a wimp. School ended and kaçak bahis siteleri summer break began. I spent most of my days at home watching TV or going over to one of my few friends’ house. I saw Larry around town but each time I would hide in a shop or anywhere else he wouldn’t see me. I wasn’t scared of him I was more worried how I would react if he actually spoke to me again. I had discovered sex that May, well I didn’t discover it, but I had my first orgasm while rubbing my clit in bed one morning. It wasn’t the first time I had done it but it was the first time I did it until I came. When it was over I had a big grin on my face and knew that I wanted cock. I might have been dorky and dress funny, but my body was like any other teenagers, begging for sex. The more I played with myself the worse it got. I would dream about Larry fucking me, but since I didn’t know what a cock felt like the dream always ended just when he lay down between my legs. I would wake up in the morning moist and horny. Sometimes I would rub myself several times a day and I was beginning to worry about my mental health. In June I decided enough was enough, I had to try it. So, I simply went to the diner in town and ordered a milkshake which I took outside and sat in the sun. Half an hour later I saw the Trans Am coming towards me. It stopped and Larry got out. “What are you doing here all by yourself?” he said. “Drinking this,” I said indicating the shake. “Can I sit down?” “Sure.” I took the straw between my lips and while looking at him I slowly sucked up the cold liquid. When I let go of it I licked my lips and sat back. His eyes were on my face and he was smiling. “Do you want to go for a ride?” “Mm, I might.” My heart was beating like crazy and my hands were clammy. I wasn’t sure what to do if I got into the car with him. My pussy told me to get it over and done with but at the same time, I didn’t want to come on too hard. I finished the shake and when I put down the glass he said, “Okay, let’s go.” The car smelled of cigarette smoke and there were a few empty beer cans on the floor in the back. The engine roared and he drove out of town. I had no idea where he was taking me and when he turned off onto a track leading into the woods I said, “Where are we going?” Without looking at me he said, “Somewhere we can be alone.” For a moment I thought about asking him to take me home. What was I doing? This was crazy. After a couple of minutes, he stopped and we sat in silence in the car. I could hear the ticking from the engine and birds singing outside. He opened the door and got out. I sat where I was, afraid to even move. Sitting on the hood he lit a cigarette and then turned to me. “Are you coming?” Slowly I got out and walked around the car. I sat down on the warm metal next to him. My summer dress slid up exposing my white legs. He looked down at them and smiled. “You need more sun.” “I burn easily,” I said in a small voice. “You could use sun protection.” I said nothing, only stared ahead. We were above the town and it looked so small from up here. I could see my house, the school, and even the church. He put his arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer. Then he kissed my cheek, his lips soft and warm against my skin. Then he kissed my earlobe and I felt his warm breath as he continued to kiss me along my jaw until he reached my mouth. I turned and our lips met. It was like nothing I had ever done before. My body went weak, my head spun and I just melted into his arms. We slid off the hood and down on the grass where he lay on top of me. His warm hands moved up under my dress along my thighs. I think I moaned, and I am sure he spoke to me, but I don’t remember what he said. He pulled down my panties in one swift move and then pushed up my dress. With one hand supporting his weight he opened his jeans and I raised my head a little. There was a quick flash of his cock and then he was inside me. I yelped when he broke through and pushed his way as far inside my pussy he could.

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It was our monthly weekend away. My wife was going to visit her friend Karla and I was going out of town to see my friends in another city. At least that’s what she thought. Really, I would be using the precious time alone to indulge in my secret addiction. I kissed her on the cheek and said goodbye as we both got into our cars and drove off.I did my usual trick of driving round the block before parking a couple streets over and carefully sneaking back into the house. Once inside I hurried upstairs to the bedroom and stripped off my boring man clothes before running a bath.It had been months since we last had sex and she hadn’t even noticed that I’d started shaving. After relaxing for a while, I picked up her razor and shaved my legs, chest and arms until I was smooth all over. I wrapped the towel around my body and wiggled back to the bedroom swinging my hips and acting feminine.Opening her dresser drawer I noticed all the sexy lingerie she used to wear when we first started dating. At the back of the drawer were some new items kaçak iddaa I’d not seen before. A black basque with suspender clips and matching thong. There were also some stockings and an eight-inch black dildo.I wondered why she had these new items but the excitement quickly overcame me and I raced to try them on. I’d been secretly ordering some other things such as a curly brown wig, some breast forms and a pair of size nine heels, so I could complete the look. As well as a wetlook mini dress which stretched tight against my skin showing off my slim body and pert ass.After dressing up, I strutted over to her vanity mirror and put on some lipstick and mascara, admiring the sexy girl who stared back in the mirror. It was getting dark so I grabbed the dildo and some lube my wife stored in her bottom drawer and began rubbing some on my ass before I heard the key turn in the front door. Panic gripped me as the door opened and I heard my wife talking to someone as she came in.I quickly grabbed everything and tiptoed into the walk-in kaçak bahis wardrobe on the other side of the bedroom. As I hid literally in the closet, I could hear her giggling downstairs. My whole body was shaking with fear. She had no idea of my secret and all I could think was that she was about to find me like this.Then I heard another voice and footsteps as my wife and someone else started walking up the stairs. I stood there trying not to shake in my four-inch heels as the bedroom door pushed open. Staring through the wooden slats in the closet doors, I could see my wife with a tall black man.The two embraced in a passionate kiss, his hands sliding over her ass and tits. ‘What was happening? Why was my wife home and who was this guy!’ My adrenaline was pumping and my heart racing as I witnessed my wife drop to her knees and pull out his cock. I looked away and saw my dimly lit reflection in the lean to mirror.There I was dressed like a sissy slut just a few feet away from my cheating wife who was now sucking on his big black illegal bahis cock. I looked down and saw her dildo lying on the floor of the closet. I wanted to go out and stop her but knew there was nothing I could do. I knelt down quietly and started to shake.My wife never sucked my dick, she said she hated to do it and there she was happily gagging on this guy’s cock. I picked up the black cock and realized why she’d bought this one now. For some reason, I had the urge to suck it too. I watched her drawling on this man in front of me and started mimicking her movements. Sucking the dildo and shoving it deep down my throat.I caught another glimpse of myself in the mirror, fluttering at how sexy I looked in my dress with stockings and heels. After a few more minutes, my wife stood up and undid her dress. As it dropped to the floor I noticed she was wearing more of her new sexy lingerie that matched what I was wearing.’The bitch,’ I thought, ‘she had bought this just for him.’ He then picked her up and slammed her onto the bed before ripping her panties off. He lay down beside her and she straddled him. I decided to copy them and pushed her black dildo beneath me, easing it into my boy pussy at the same time she guided his cock into her pussy.

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My husband has been in Europe for the last month on business, so for me it’s been a busy time here at home. I haven’t been able to get back to my computer until now, although I’ve been pretty active in the bedroom.I’ve been with Ricky, Tom, Frank, Stan, Jack, Edyth, and Maurice. They were mostly ordinary clients, nothing special. Stan wanted to talk about his new business more than he wanted sex. Tom was from out of town and had the impression an escort would show him around town. I told him I could do that, but perhaps there was something better I could do for him. Eventually he caught on and chose the latter. Frank was a widower who lost his wife a month before I met him. He reminded me of my grandfather. Then there was Ricky who was on his cell phone bragging to his buddies about the blow job he was getting. He even sent them a picture. Jack’s wife had just divorced him, so he was a basket case. Edyth was a bitch from Brooklyn. However, Maurice was anything but ordinary.I told my friend Christi all about them. She told me how much she adored what I’d done in Part One and encouraged me to write more. Christi giggled when she said, “You know, Laura, I think you should take Betty up on her invitation, maybe she’d be up for a three-some.”Christi surprised me with that. She always told me how good sex was with her husband, elaborating on and on about his huge cock. It made me jealous, and even helped me decide on becoming an escort. I looked at her saying, “I had no idea you were bi, Christi.””Me neither until I read your story about Betty. After I read it, I grabbed my trusty rabbit to get myself off. By the way, what made Maurice so special?”Monsieur MauriceThere was a time when I dreamed of falling in love with a Frenchman. Maurice wasn’t really French, but he was kind and romantic like I had imagined a Frenchman to be, especially with his kisses. I just called him my French lover.He wasn’t demanding although he knew what he wanted, and what he wanted was my pussy. After a get-to-know you cocktail, we headed to the bedroom. We passionately kissed, then undressed each other like devoted lovers who were catching up after a long absence. Slowly, Maurice gently laid me on the bed, turned me on my back and carefully parted my legs like the chivalrous Frenchman I had imagined. He pressed his hips between my thighs and pushed his cock against my clit. For a moment, he used his dick to massage my sensitive places until finally pushing the head of his erect penis past my pussy lips. Entering me was a tour de force, easing into me, pulling back, in again until eventually going deep. His rhythmic thrusts were slow at first giving me mini-orgasms until his momentum increased giving me one strong orgasm after another.He was giving me so much pleasure I had forgotten that it was my job to pleasure him. Maurice was an amazing lover. He was a guy who knew when to “hold ’em and when to fold ’em.” He held ’em for a long time. I locked my legs around him forcing him deeper until he let out a grunt of pleasure while he spray painted my insides.He ejaculated so deeply, his cum was still inside me when he was ready to go a second time. He said he loved the feel and the squishing sound of a cum filled pussy. We did it in the usual positions the rest of the night, always passionately giving each other mutual pleasures. For me, it was the kind of dreamy romance a girl imagines. He didn’t leave for home and his wife until four in the morning.Football PartyI got a call late Saturday afternoon. It was Mr. Stellers. His call was unusual bahis siteleri because all of our appointments are made at our website. This time was different. He was unusually stressed.”Hey Laura, I need your help. It’s an emergency.””What’s up?” was my reply.”Mia was to entertain at a football party tomorrow afternoon, but she miscalculated and well, you know, it’s that time of the month for her. Would you be available to be her sub?””I’m available but my husband is home, and it’s awkward.””Well, the party is in the burbs less than ten miles from you. Just tell hubby you’re going shopping.””Yeah but you know I don’t like making house calls.””Look the money is good. It’s just a couple of guys wanting some female company. The game is only three hours long, so you wouldn’t be away for long. Help me out here, babe.”For some reason I agreed, and I’m not even a football fan. “What time is the game?” I asked.”The game is at three-thirty tomorrow but be there at three. The guy’s name is Spencer. One more thing, the property is gated, so you’ll need a password.”I wrote down the address and the password and went “shopping” at a palatial home in the suburbs. I gave the security guard the password and drove to the front door where a young boy, who barely looked old enough to drive, parked my car.Spencer met me at the door and welcomed me except to say, “You’re not Mia. Where’s Mia?”I explained that she wasn’t feeling well, and I was filling in.”Uh, you give the same service as Mia?” he asked.”Of course.””Well, you’re a little older than what we usually get at our football parties.” If Mia was an example of the escorts Spencer hired, I thought, he was right. Mia is only twenty and had been working for Everleigh since high school graduation.”Turn around,” Spencer demanded. “Let’s see how you look.”I turned my back to him. He came up behind me wrapping his arms around my upper body, grabbing both of my boobs.”Hmmm,” he said as if he was squeezing melons for ripeness. “I guess you’ll do.” Go in there to the bathroom and ditch your bra and panties before you come out to meet the boys.”I did as he said. Leaving my underwear behind, I buttoned up a tight lavender blouse making sure my nipples poked at the thin material. The short short skirt I wore barely covered my ass. My stiletto heels made me look six feet tall.I was received enthusiastically by the boys, but it wasn’t a couple of boys like Mr. Stellers said. It was one boy and three men. There was Spencer, a black stud, and a squirrelly dude wearing a bad toupee. The boy with fuzz on his face was the kid who parked my car.”What’s your name honey?” the toupee guy asked.”I’m Stella,” I lied. I never use my real name when I’m working.”The game starts in a minute. Sit over here on the couch while I mix you a drink. What are you having?” Spencer asked.I said wine is fine.”Okay Stella,” the stud said. “You are just what is needed to dress up this dreary house of Spencer’s. Maybe you would feel more comfortable if you would loosening up a few buttons on your blouse.”What he meant was he was going to help me unbutton the top four buttons leaving my blouse loose and opened enough to show most of my breasts. I sat crossing my legs with the skirt hiked up to my hips when Spencer brought me a class of white wine. The game was underway. The thing was, the game wasn’t the only attraction that afternoon. Later, I became an important part of a different game, the half time entertainment.The game was tied after the first quarter. I watched the it from time to time, but kept one eye on the canlı bahis siteleri kid who didn’t seem interested in football. He looked a little nerdy to me and couldn’t sit still. He would occasionally take a quick glance at me, then turn away. Eventually, he went to another room to play games on his cell phone.In the second quarter, Spencer took it upon himself to loosen my blouse further leaving it hanging unbuttoned from my shoulders while he did a little more testing of the melons. Mr. Toupee sat next to me opposite Spencer, and let his hand play along my thigh pulling up my skirt until he found the end zone. He wasn’t shy about penetrating the goal line. Making sure his fellow football fans knew of my condition, he loudly proclaimed, “My god she’s wet! Where’s Danny? She’s smokin’ hot and ready to go the distance.”At half time, Spencer brought the boy back into the room. The kid’s name was Danny, and was objecting the whole time. “Uncle Spence, I really don’t want to do this.””Well, Danny, this is the time for you to become a man.” Danny was clearly uncomfortable with that idea. “I promised your mom that we would bond like men when she asked to have you join the party. If you leave here as a virgin, your mom is gonna disown me. Anyway, it’s a family tradition and is what my dad did for me.””Yeah, but you’re not my dad.””I’m the best ya got since your dad ran off with that bimbo wife of mine last year.”Danny avoided looking at me until I said, “Hi, Danny. I’m Stella. I don’t bite.” It brought a glimpse of a smile that faded quickly. I had his attention so I opened my legs, and played with my pussy. His face flushed in a deep red.”Yes nephew, Stella will take care of you. She’s your fuck toy today, so don’t get your balls in a knot over this. Just stand in front of her. She’ll do the rest.”With his resistance withering away, Danny nervously asked, “Don’t I have to put on something? You know, a rubber or something?””You don’t have to worry. This lady is safe and you don’t want to ruin all of the fun of feeling what’s hidden inside that hot cunt.”The black stud interrupted and said, “Hey, Spencer, give it to the kid straight. This ain’t no lady. He’s gonna fuck a whore.”I didn’t like his comment but decided to keep my mouth shut rather than acting like a whiny bitch. After all, there were my tips at stake.Almost at a crawl, Danny crept in front of me. I kissed his hand and rubbed his arm trying to get him to relax. I asked him to give me a hug. Reluctantly, he came closer to give me a motherly type hug. “How old are you, Danny?”His voice quivered when he said, “I’m almost seventeen.”I guess that makes you almost a man. We’ll spend a little time together making it official, okay?” He just nodded.While we had that short conversation, I loosened his belt and unzipped his jeans. He tried to turn away at first, but his uncle turned him back toward me. I lowered his pants past his knees and pulled down his briefs. My god the kid was hung. Even with a soft and limp dick, it was clear he was going to be a fun fuck. There are some cocks a girl just can’t wait to suck. Danny’s was like that.His balls had contracted tightly to his body and were shielded by his immense penis. I cupped his nuts to give them warmth so that they would hang down naturally. Although Danny’s balls had relaxed, his cock was still flaccid. I had my work cut out for me.”Come a little closer, Danny. Let’s have you step out of your jeans before I kiss your beautiful manhood. We’ve got to get you much harder for this to work.”I lightly kissed canlı bahis the head of his dick; it twitched imperceptibly. Another trick that always works on guys is to tickle their balls which seemed to get Danny more receptive. As his cock grew, I wrapped my lips around the fat bulb at the tip. His arousal grew like I knew it would, and he was gaining momentum. Each second he got harder and harder, longer and longer until it stretched out like a balloon being inflated. It would be difficult to deep throat that magnificent pole.When I had him halfway down, he began making guttural sounds that I recognized as a guy that wasn’t going to last long. His precum began coating my tongue, so I had to back off if he was going to get inside me before letting it all go. I squeezed his dick hard, hard enough for him to lose some intensity.”Danny,” I whispered. “I want you inside me. I need you. Please, I want you so bad.”Danny moved between my legs looking for the opening. He fumbled without success until I held his hard shaft, and put it in a few inches. “Oh, oh, Danny. Push it in. Push it in deeper,” I told him.I can’t say how far he was in, but Danny began a few minor thrusts as if he wasn’t sure of going in further. “More, Danny, fuck me. Fuck me harder and deeper,” I begged.The other men in the room urged him on, encouraging him with each thrust. “Fuck her Danny. Give it to her until she screams.” I let out a scream when he pushed in all the way, partially for effect, partially with pleasure. That’s when the soft clicking sounds began from the men’s phone cameras.Danny was on the edge and wouldn’t last much longer, although I wished he could make it through the third quarter. I couldn’t get enough of his hard beefy cock.”Ah, ah, ah,” he moaned. “Oh,oh,” he gasped as his pulsing cock spurted multiple shots of his youthful cum into my wet responsive pussy. I absolutely loved the warmth of his cum streaming into me. There was a certain glow I felt when his semen filled me. We both were gasping for breath when he fell on me. I hugged him and said, “You did great, Danny.”This time he gave me a sheepish grin that stayed on his face. The others in the room clapped him on the back saying “Good goin’ kid,” and “You da man.”When he pulled out, a steady flow of cum poured out of me. The bystanders loved the view, telling me to keep my legs open and kept snapping pictures, even a video. I finally went to the bathroom to clean up.When I returned to the TV room, I left my blouse and skirt in the bathroom, wearing only my heels. The second half had just begun, and it wasn’t going well for the home team.Because the game was not working out as they had hoped, the men turned their attention to other pursuits as the fourth quarter began. Their interests turned to me. The men had dropped their pants and sat on the couch like the three musketeers with their cocks at attention. They passed me around like a bowl of potato chips starting with Spencer, passing me over to the toupee, then to the stud. Each got a half dozen solid strokes before passing me on to the next one. I soon learned it was a game they played. The first to cum would be ejected from the game for what they called unsportsmanlike conduct. I had completed three rounds when Mr. Toupee was the first to leave.I was dripping cum from Toupee when I was riding Spencer’s cock for the fourth time. Apparently he was taking too long when Stud yelled, “Come on Spencer, there’s another guy here waiting his turn.””Okay, Stud,” Spencer replied. “Let’s double team her.”Moving over to Stud, I pushed his thick black cock into my slushy well fucked hole. After riding him for a short time, he motioned Spencer to join us. “Come over here and help me properly fuck this whore.” In other words, I was about to get my first DP.

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My name is Gabriela. No, it’s not, but I’m not telling you my real name. I’m 29 years old. I was 29 last year too. I’m a professional girlfriend. My boyfriends’ wives would call me a whore. My boyfriends buy me jewelry, clothing, pay my rent, my credit card bills, sometimes even give me shares in their companies or illegal stock tips. What do they get out of it? What do you think? They get a beautiful woman to go out with, to secretly take on business trips, to make their friends jealous, but most of all, they get mind-blowing sex. The kind of sex their wives couldn’t even dream of competing with. Of course, their wives are busy running the house, organizing the help, raising the kids, planning fund-raisers. I don’t have to do any of that crap. I spend my days making myself irresistible to their husbands. I get massages, facials, manicures, tennis coaching. I work out with my personal trainer four times a week. I make sure I’m the kind of woman a rich man will risk everything to be with, except that there’s no risk. I’m discreet, I never make a scene, I never ask them to leave their wives, I never call them at home, I never get pregnant. They know this, and they appreciate it. With all this, you’d think I’d be quite something to look at. You’d be right. I’m 5’7″, with long legs, curvy hips, a narrow waist and spectacular breasts. My mother was Brazilian and I have her tan skin, luscious black hair, bedroom eyes and full, pouting lips. bahis siteleri I’m a total knock-out. This week, I’m on a business trip in Milan with one of my boyfriends. He’s in boring meetings all day, so I’ve been doing what I do second-best. Shopping. I’m going to tell you what happened to me this afternoon. I’d already hit his credit cards hard, and was thinking about a manicure, when, down a narrow side street, I spotted some beautiful lingerie in a small shop window. I wanted something new for this evening – none of my boyfriends ever see me in the same underwear twice – so I headed down there. It was one of those exclusive stores where you usually need an appointment, but when the saleswoman saw me coming towards her with my Prada and Gucci shopping bags, she quickly unlocked the door. She was a little taller than me, slender, blonde, pretty, with stunning gray-blue eyes, and wearing a slim black skirt and white blouse. A tape measure was draped around her neck. “Entrare, entrare, cosa posso mostrare?” she asked. “Do you speak English?” “Of course, of course,” she replied in a sexy accent, “come in, what can I show you?” “I’d just like to browse, if that’s okay?” I said. “Naturally,” she said, “coffee?” I accepted, and before she turned to the little espresso machine behind the counter I noticed her look me up and down. Maybe just a professional assessment of my lingerie size, but maybe a little more. “This could be interesting,” canlı bahis siteleri I thought. I began to browse the elegant assortment of lacy panties and bras arranged tastefully on gilt baroque-style shelving. As I came to the exquisite window display that had first drawn my attention, the saleswoman appeared with a tiny cup of coffee. She placed it on a small ornamental table and nodded towards the bustier I was admiring. It was white, with lace trim and pink ribbons between the cups and at the hips. “Is very pretty, no?” she asked. I nodded agreement. “You would like to try?” “Yes,” I said, “I think I would.” She led me towards the dressing room at the back of the store, and through a velvet curtain. The room was tastefully luxurious, with a large velvet chaise, a few ornate chairs, a drinks cabinet and mirrors on all sides. There were lots of tightly-spaced shelves with prettily-packaged boxes of lingerie. I kicked my shoes off and stepped up onto the raised center circle. “May I measure you?” she asked. “Of course,” I replied. I shrugged off my light jacket and handed it to her. She arranged it carefully on a hanger, then turned back to me. Normally, a shop assistant will give a customer privacy while they undress, but not this girl. She stood and watched as I unzipped my short dress and stepped out of it, revealing a black lacy bra and thong combo. I handed the dress to her, and she draped it over a chair back, without turning canlı bahis her gaze away from me. Her eyes were fixed on my breasts as I reached my arms behind and unsnapped the bra. I tossed it onto the chair and stood before her, my large, firm breasts bared to her. I swear she only just managed to stop herself licking her lips, and my nipples tingled at the thought. She took her tape measure and stepped up to the dais I was standing on. I raised my arms, and as she reached around me with the tape, her lips almost brushed my nipples. Her fingers did touch them as she measured across my bust, and they immediately stiffened. Next she lowered the tape to measure under my breasts, and as her fingers grazed the underside, the tingle spread down between my legs. She measured my waist, but then the tape slipped from her fingers. She knelt in front of me to loop the tape back around to measure my hips, and her face was just inches from my crotch. I knew she could see my bare pussy lips through the flimsy fabric of my panties. I wondered if she could smell my growing arousal. She stood and made a note of my measurements on a little pad, then pulled a box from a shelf. She pulled out the bustier, handed it to me, then stepped up behind me. I carefully placed the cups over my breasts, and she reached around me to take hold of the back sections. In one of the many mirrors, I saw her lean in and smell my hair. She carefully did up all the fasteners, then I turned towards her. I tugged down on the garment slightly, adjusting until my breasts filled the cups evenly. She reached up and adjusted them sideways, and there was a tiny spark of static electricity as she touched me.

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My name is Justine C. I will never forget that Thursday. Independence Day. Fourth of July, 2013. My boyfriend and I snuggled, sharing a blanket, watching the fireworks show. Then back to my place, pop a champagne cork, sip from each other’s glass. So romantic. Then to bed. And absolutely no fireworks. For either of us. So that next Saturday, July sixth, I went to this really nice lingerie shop and start picking out hot outfits for me to wear, guaranteed to bring fireworks from my man, and a spectacular grand finale, too (I hoped). So I’m checking myself out in the store mirror, in a totally cute micro-miniskirt, güvenilir bahis red stocking, red garters, and matching red bra. And I notice this cute, older but hot, brunette woman checking me out. Now, I have never had any sexual interest in women. But her eyes on me were very flattering to me. I’m five feet ten inches tall, with very long and shapely legs, like a dancer’s legs but much sexier. My ancestry is French and Irish (I have a French first and last name). The Irish side of me gives a slightly reddish tinge to my brown hair, including my bush. The red lingerie goes very well with the red güvenilir bahis siteleri tinge in my hair. So this hot brunette with the nerdy glasses walks right up to me in the lingerie store, both of us in bra and panties, and she says, “When was the last time you wrapped those amazing legs around a woman’s neck?” Just like that! How bold. I had to admire her for that. I told her I wasn’t a lesbian. She surprised me by saying, “Neither am I.” She told me she had never been attracted to a woman before, but she just couldn’t shake the image of my long legs wrapped around her neck. We got talking. iddaa siteleri She told me about her husband, who tried to be a tyrant to her, so she mostly ignored his tirades and didn’t let him bully her. And she told me about the boyfriend she has on the side, just to get her sexual needs taken care of. I told her about my boyfriend. We discussed how we were both buying lingerie to please our men. The more we talked, the better her idea sounded, of my legs around her neck. The sexual chemistry between us was instant, and intense. Yes, damn it, I admit it; standing there in her underwear, she was making me as horny as I obviously was making her. I had never felt that way toward a woman before We paid for our purchases, and we walked together to the store parking lot. I asked her if she would come over to my place to continue our conversation.

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“Hello, Sandra. I’m so glad to see you again! Come on in. Wait, what is wrong? You look uncomfortable… apprehensive maybe?” “Claire. I won’t lie. I am a little nervous. It’s been a long time and we didn’t exactly part on the best of terms. But I still missed you sometimes. Most of the time, maybe. So, I suppose I’m just scared to do the wrong thing.” “Try to relax. It’s been almost five years now and much has changed.” “Yeah, but not forgotten. At least not by me. You have a new place. I love what you’ve done with it. Very warm and cozy with the mauve and peach colors.” “Thanks. It’s not really that difficult to make a tiny Manhattan apartment look and feel cozy…” “I like the couch, it’s really soft and rich, the color and material.” “It’s a French day bed. Useful for when someone sleeps over on a rare occasion. Dinner is almost ready. Can I get you some wine? Chardonnay still your favorite? I have a Sonoma Coast 2012; it scored almost perfectly bahis şirketleri on the wine connoisseurs’ ratings.” “That’ll be great, thanks. You didn’t used to be much of a wine buff.” “I’m still not. You know I’m a whiskey kind of gal. I just thought you’d appreciate a fine bottle and I used Google to narrow the selection. Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be back in minute. Put some music on if you like. The CDs are there, next to the music center.” *** “Here you are. I dusted off my smart long-stem glasses just for the occasion. Cheers! To Sandra and your new job in the city.” “I’ve chosen the new Weather Station album. I’m surprised. You’ve never cared much for folk music. Deflated and gutless, I think you called it once.” “The soft tones are now calming and weirdly provoking. I guess a lot changes in five years. For one, I get really nostalgic more often. Maybe it’s homesickness but I long for the good old days when things seemed less complicated. bahis firmaları The ‘D’ was a good place to be. Sullen and cruel sometimes but always full of promise and hope at the same time.” “Would you ever want to go back? As you say, everything is different now. You’ve been at Quantico for two years and now in New York for three. Can you ever get used to a slower pace again?” “Maybe. Crime is about as abundant and serious here as there. There’ll always be a job for me in most places, I hope. So, what made you take the job here all the way from the Dallas PD after five years?” “I needed a change and as you know, it was a promotion to senior CSI.” “By the way, I love your dress. That short strappy style always suited you. And the light blue brings out the color of your eyes. Sounds like a cliché I know, but it’s true.” “And you’re still wearing chinos. At least with a cotton top tonight instead of your usual golf or flannel shirt.” “I kaçak bahis siteleri thought you’d like it…” “I do. The creamy color makes you look softer.” “I can’t afford to allow a soft appearance much in my work, which just about consumes my days.” “Tonight you can.” “I guess… more wine?” “Please. Come here; give me a hug before you go.” “That feels good. Almost like old times. You’re still soft and cuddly. And unexpectedly dangerous.” “Ha-ha. Do you remember the day at Belle Isle?” “Yeah, of course, how can I not? It was our first time.” “The sun had just set but the air was still humid and sweet with the aroma of spring blossoms. You were so relaxed but fired up at the same time. We were sitting on that park bench by the river with the most stunning view of the Detroit skyline. Not that you were much interested in anything like that! There were still people around but you decided you wanted me at that moment.” “Claire, as I remember, you were very happy to oblige.” “Of course. As usual, when you set your mind on something, you’re quite unstoppable, Sandra. I always think you ignited something in me that day that lingered like a drug whether I tried to ignore it or not.

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I was brought up in the small village of S only a few leagues from Rouen. The people there are quiet peaceful and devout. My mother died when I was very young. I remember milking the cows with her, sweeping the sheds, gathering wild mushrooms in the forest and clinging to her skirts as she cast grain amidst frightening hordes of poultry.My father was a modest trader and farmer. He raised me with tenderness and love and imparted to me the tenets of the most holy faith. He taught me to read and we would spend edifying nights by the fireside, our great tom cat Pierre dozing in my lap, pondering the scriptures and the lives of the saints.I learned also with my heart. I felt a strong affinity for my namesake St Agnes. I gasped in awe as my father read of her who preferred martyrdom to the loss of her consecrated virginity. This devotion made me feel destined for a life of marriage with God and the Paraclete.Even as I grew older I did not strongly feel the sins and temptations of the flesh. My father would tell me that my heart was pure as running water. But I began to notice, through the burgeoning of my own physical charms, that boys and men admired me while women treated me with spiteful envy.Boys I had known since childhood who once threw rocks at me or pulled my hair in church would now shyly walk at my side, faces blushed, anxious to pluck any passing flower for me, praising the fairness of my skin, the brilliance of my eyes, the exquisite charms of the lineaments of my young form. They were always wishing to help with my chores, to tell me stories, to take me to favorite secret places in the deep wood and many a time I suffered one to hold my hand although I knew it was unmaidenly.The coarser boys of course simply stared long and hard and made filthy allusions as I passed. Things which kaçak iddaa even my innocent mind could comprehend.Older men, friends of my fathers and various villagers would cease their conversations if I stepped into view. Exchanging winks and low whispers followed by boisterous if slightly muffled laughter.My figure became more supple and bountiful by the day. My father said that great physical beauty was at once a blessing and a test sent by God. Many a maiden before me had failed this test and suffered perdition for it. Examples abound in our local lore.As I blossomed into marriagable age I still did my best for us cooking, cleaning, tending the animals. All of the humble industry that I was taught pleases our Creator as it diminishes our worldly vanity. Yet I knew my days under my fathers’ roof were numbered.And then one day we received a strange and unexpected visitor. M. Beautoix was a very short man, square built and paunched. At least fifty years old with sparse greasy greyish hair that lay flattened over his pointed skull in long waxed mats like the viscous trails of black worms.His teeth were small, irregular and quite black.An odor equally sepulchral and cloacic wafted from his mouth when he spoke. His eyes were perpetually bloodshot and rolled like jellied eggs in their tiny pits. He was coarse and spoke a vulgar gutter-French patois.But, as my father pointed out, he was rich.My father feigned obliviousness to the horror and repulsion which this man inspired in me revealing a side of himself hitherto unknown to me, a disappointing one.To my observation he had always possessed a noble, selfless, giving and independent spirit. But now in front of this man whose only “virtue” consisted in the possession of vast amounts of cash he appeared a slavish lickspittle, only too eager to kaçak bahis barter my maidenhood and my future happiness for the sake of wealth, lands, chattels, security.Soon the dreaded day came when my father and M. Beautoix announced to me with smiling complacency that the matter had been settled. I would marry M. in the Spring and we would thereafter retire to his estates at Rouen to live out our lives in wedded bliss.I have alluded to the grace by which God made me immune, or so I thought, to the temptations of the flesh, even with respect to the comeliest and ruggedest lads of our village. So reader guess my fear, my anxiety, my terror, the disgust, poisoning the well of my soul as I pondered the prospect of lifelong fidelity to this chancre of a man.A man who judged me as he judged all else in life, as a commodity, as one whose beauty and spirit was only precious insofar as it could be purchased and owned.I will not describe my wedding, blessed by God and the Church. I will spare the reader details of that night and other nights to come.My only solace during this period was the presence of my chambermaid Cordelia. But for her I was isolated in M’s enormous dreary castle apart from everyone I had ever known and loved. But M. had allowed me to bring her, my dearest friend from childhood, to be my attendant.It was she into whose arms I flung myself when M. became too much for me. It was she who comforted me, she that dried my tears and held me, she who talked me through as I struggled to find a reason to stay alive.She was a sweet bright peasant girl like myself blessed with a pure untutored goodness of heart. Of fair, fresh and voluptuous appearance she was famous as one of our villages great beauties. Fresh, ruddy and irrepressibly optimistic with blue eyes and golden waves of hair. illegal bahis That was my Cordelia.I had not been long eighteen when my namesake St Agnes appeared to five young girls at the famous mineral cure at Rouen. The children stated that Agnes had materialized above the mineral waters as they were playing nearby one day. She was described as an intensely beautiful woman with radiant skin that glowed like gold. She told the children that these waters would help the pregnant, hysterics, ones who had been abused or violated. It was to be a special cure for distressed women.New reports of miracles were coming to me through my ladies-in-waiting by the day. A woman had been cured of leprosy, another had received a labor that was nearly painless, another had been exorcised of demons.It seemed that every woman in France had attempted, or would soon attempt to bathe, in the waters blessed by holy Agnes.Monsieur performed the outward signs of respect and devotion but I always knew that the god Mammon alone ruled his niggardly heart. However he could not very well deny to me what was so en vogue among all the ladies of quality in France at that time.And so myself, Cordelia, my other ladies, at least those that M. could spare from the maintenance of the castle and many of my friends and peers from the aristocracy of Rouen found ourselves on pilgrimage.We rode slowly, savoring the fragrant spring. We made flower garlands, weaving them into each others hair. We were happy, excited and at peace.We were due to arrive at the cure in a couple of hours. It would be twilight when we arrived but the sun was still bright in the sky and the birds still vented their joy. We were hungry and the horses and mules needed water so we stopped, spread a blanket and ate a humble meal. Some of the girls led the animals to be watered, some did their private business. I, in a grateful and hopeful mood walked along a deserted path, careful not to go too far.Light, filtered and softened, fell through the bowers of the trees.

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My journey into submission (ch 1-2) The following is an account of real things that happened to me. There is nothing particularly sexual about the events of this story, the purpose of this is to express how I felt about them in order for myself to better understand my feelings and find anyone with similar experiences and thoughts. Everything in this story happened after the age of consent for everyone involved. A final warning, this is not a romantic story of any kind and I’m sure some will find it and me a bit weird so please only read if you have an open mind. Chapter 1 My story begins a couple of months into sixth form while on my walk home. I took a rather scenic route along the coast beside a quiet road with the beach on the right and a small forest on the left. This day however didn’t do the location justice, it was a typical English day, grey and drizzly, the horizon obscured by fog and the roads covered in water. I live in a fairly remote area but despite this a pair of girls shared most of my journey. I had seen them around school and was pretty sure they were in my year but had never actually had reason or chance to talk to them before despite taking the same route home as them for the past two months. They happened to be walking right behind me that day which already made my introvert, awkward self a little nervous. In an effort to respect their privacy bahis siteleri I was blocking out their conversation and trying to walk faster to create some space between us. Unfortunately they kept up with me which at the time I assumed was a sub conscious thing on their part. I therefor slowed down, hoping they would overtake me so I could go back to focusing on my own thoughts. This also failed so I began planning an alternate route for the last 10 or so minutes of my journey. While in the process of choosing my exit plan I felt a cold splash of water against my back. The water quickly soaked through both coat and shirt leaving several cold damp spots on my back. I jumped at the initial splash just as I heard the girls start giggling. At first I assumed a car had drove by a puddle but a quick recollection of my memory told me none had passed recently. I quickly concluded the girls must have done it, hopefully by accident. I tried to think of how I was going to confront them but took too long before it became it became too awkward to now acknowledge it. I instead hoped they would just back off as I increased my pace to get home as quick as possible. Having never been the subject of real confrontation before I could already feel a lump in my throat as I clutched my coat around me trying to ignore the cold patches on my back. Again I felt water splash over me, this time over canlı bahis siteleri my ankles and legs muddying my jeans. The giggling spiked again as I kept up my not very convincing illusion of not noticing. I sneaked a quick look behind me and was shocked by how close they were. A few seconds later the heel of my shoe was trapped against the ground causing me to lose it. I hopped on my other foot for a few steps in an attempt to regain my balance before I turned around. I opened my mouth without any plan of what to say resulting in a timid little squeak. The girls walked past me smiling in an almost cartoonish bratty way. Overwhelmed and confused as to what happened and what to do I simply waited until they were 4-5 meters away before looking for my shoe. I found it on the side of the road against the raised pavement where a small stream had formed. I picked the soaking shoe up, grimacing from the wet seeping through my socks as I put it back on. The girls were now at a safe distance as my feelings turned to anger, my eyes teared up a bit but I was determined not to cry. I practically ran back to my house into the warm safe embrace of my bedroom. I stood in the center of the room for several seconds, trying to contemplate what had just happened. I wasn’t used to this kind of behavior, everyone in my life had been pleasant up until now. Bullying simply wasn’t really canlı bahis a thing at my school although I wouldn’t have called my incident bullying at the time. I stood there letting the adrenaline fade away as I slowed my breathing. I began to strip off my now soaked clothes before wrapping myself in my fluffy towel. I lay down on my bed for a long time, replaying the events in my head, attempting to figure out what to do next. I thought about going to my parents or a teacher as they tell you to do but I decided against it believing that proving it and the possible repercussions would be too much hassle. I therefor resigned myself to a different path home from now on to avoid the girls. Chapter 2 My tactic of avoiding the girls worked for the following week, it added a few more minutes onto my journey but the peace of mind was worth it. It wasn’t long however before I saw the girls on my new path. My heart sank. In the interest of not making my story repetitive I’ll skip forward some weeks. Similar incidents to the first happened several times with the girls successfully predicting my path home about once every 3-4 nights. Their games now consisted of tripping me over, throwing dirt at me from afar, walking right behind me for ages as well as others. Despite this we had still not actually communicated despite my attempts to confront them and telling them to go away and after a while I had begun to accept that protesting wasn’t going to help. Honestly however the games the girls played on me were nothing to what was happening in my head which became more apparent to me over the Christmas holidays.

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I was at gym and had just finished my workout. As I was getting my stuff I saw Jack step out of the shower. He spotted me and walked over to me with his towel slung over his shoulder, and his cock waving back and forth. I saw several men eye him hungrily. We exchanged casual chit chat when he asked, “Would you like to come over later this afternoon? We could go for a swim.” All I could say was yes, and he gave me directions to his place.

I went home to clean up and clean out (if you know what I mean). I got to his house in a nice area of town that offered a view of the whole city. I knocked, he answered the door nude. Jack ushered me in and said, “Why don’t you get comfortable and get naked?” I dropped my shorts (no underwear) and slipped out of my shirt and kept my sandals on following Jack into the living room.

We entered a spacious naturally lit living room with a big screen HD TV on the wall playing a m2m video of two men 69ing each other. His TV was opposite a large couch. Suddenly from up behind the couch another man sat up and said, “Oh your back. Who is your friend?”

The man stood up, and I noticed he was 60ish, tanned, in good shape with a slight belly, and I noticed he had a large oval shaped cock, low hanging shaved balls with trimmed pubic hair just around the base of his cock and he had a Prince Albert ring through his uncut cock head, he was warring ball rings like mine, and silver cock ring. He also had his nipples pierced too; like Jacks. His name is Mark as we shook hands. He turned to Jack and griped his semi-hard cock and said, “Are you going to finish sucking me off?” smiling.

Jack went over to him and wrapped his hand around Mark’s cock and guided him over to the couch. In a moment Jack was down on his knees and Mark had spread him self out. Jack wrapped his mouth around his uncut cock. I watched as Jack’s head move up and down up and down on Mark’s now hardening cock occasionally licking Mark’s hard balls. I was amazed at the size it was oval shaped not round like most cocks, and Jack could only get about half it in his mouth. I was standing there and my cock was rock hard watching them. Then Mark reached out with his hand wrapped it around my cock saying, “Bring that cock over here so I can suck on it. I may be in my late 60’s but I like to suck a good cock.” I stepped over to him and straddled his face as he grabbed my ass and pulled all of my cock into his mouth. I was shocked as I had never had a man take my cock whole, and he held me there with his big hands holding tightly onto my ass. I was shivering all over as his warm throat muscles massaged my cock. This man knew how to suck cock.

I looked back to see Jack really enjoying him self on Mark’s cock, and Mark was enjoying my cock I felt one of Mark’s fat finger slide into my rosebud opening. I moaned out, “Oh yeah suck it till I cum.” He did just güvenilir bahis that, and suddenly I felt the tingly, swelling feeling in my balls as Mark massage my prostrate. My cock swelled up ready to explode, in one pulsating motion my cock exploded cum in Mark’s mouth. He didn’t take his mouth off my cock, and took my entire load in his mouth, and I was spent. In one smooth motion he eased my cock out of his mouth and pulled my face down to his and kissed me opening my mouth with his tongue and filled my mouth with my fresh cum(thank god he knew how to snow ball). It tasted good. Jack eased up off Mark’s cock and said we should take a break.

Jack got up and left the room and got us each a beer, and brought out some smoke. We laid back and sipped away on our beers, talked about the movie, and smoked. I asked Mark about his Prince Albert ring. He replied, “It adds a certain sexiness to my cock, and women love it too. They say it makes them feel like they are getting fucked and finger fucked at the same time.” I was surprised at his comment, and he continued, “I like m2m sex as well as sex with woman on occasion.” While he was talking he was fondling, and stroking his cock back and forth pulling the foreskin over the head. I so wanted to suck on it, and he must have sensed that too as he said, “Come here! Suck me off motherfucker. I know you want to.” With that he pulled my head down on to his large cock head. I like an aggressive older man who knows what he wants and makes it known. I put my hand around it and couldn’t get my hand all way around his fleshy meaty smooth cock, and my mouth was filled. I pulled back on the foreskin and ran my tongue all over his cockhead lapping at it, and then I pulled the skin forward and lapped around the inside. I was in heaven, and it was different sucking a man with a Prince Albert. The smoke and the beer making me extremely horny I tried to take his cock all the way into my mouth by slurping and slobbering my saliva all over it making it as wet as possible so it would slide in deeper into my mouth, but I could only get about half it in. I was lot in lust, and so was Mark as he thrust upward several times. Jack was lying back enjoying the whole scene while stroking his hard cock off and playing with is foreskin.

It was then that Jack suggested we take a break, and have some more smoke, a beer and then go off into a more private room. Upon entering the room the first thing I noticed was a leather sling in the middle of the room. Along the wall where those drawing of men with large cocks laying back as if to say here you go, and along the wall was an array of toys. Jack asked if I wanted to get into the sling. I said sure as I knew what I was there for, and if it was anything like what Jack did to me last time I knew this was going to be a good ass pounding. I was going to be there afternoon and perhaps their evening’s güvenilir bahis siteleri entertainment. Mark fastened my arms in the leather bindings, and Jack did my legs. I was spread eagle with my ass was exposed, helpless, and I was lay back comfortably, and my whole body was rippling with excitement.

Jack slide down to my ass, and Mark reached out with hand and caressed my chest, and pinched my nipples. My cock immediately stood up while Jack as tongue fucked my ass. As I lay there I thought I was going to be sucking Mark’s cock and Jack would pound my ass again. I looked over and Mark had removed his Prince Albert. Mark looked down at me and smiled saying, “You want to suck my cock don’t you bitch?” I nodded, and he reached down with his hand started to stroke his cock with Abolene crème, saying, “Not right now. I want to breed your ass. I hear you liked to get fucked, and I like to fuck even at my age.” I could see his cock was getting really hard and slick with the Abolene crème. I liked when a man talked nasty, and let you know he was hot to fuck. He was teasing me; pulling and stroking his cock, massaging the foreskin, and then pulling it back exposing his now bulbous head while smiling at me.

Jack reached out and slathered my rosebud opening with Abolene crème. My opening felt so wet like a woman’s pussy except I was now going to be there man pussy. Mark came around and stood between my outstretched legs, and eased himself in closer so that I could just feel the head of his bulbous cock pressed against my rosebud opening. Mark leaned in a little and said, “Ass kiss my cockhead bitch. Kiss it good.” I could feel my wet opening twitch with delight feeling his warm cock head pressed in closer. Suddenly he pushed half his cock in me, and screamed out, “Oh fuck that hurts. Take it out for a moment.”

Mark screamed back at me, “Not on your life bitch. I am going to fucking breed your motherfucking ass. Jack give him some poppers and loosen this cocksucker up.” Jack brought the poppers to my nose and I inhaled the fragrance. After a couple of hits I felt my whole body relax, and Mark drove most of his cock into my ass. I felt so filled up and stretched out with oval shaped cock buried deep in me. It still hurt, and the pain was diminishing and the pleasure of his cock penetrating me took over. He grabbed my hips and thrust deep into me and the pulled all the way out. When he did that I moaned out, “Oh god! Don’t stop. Come on and fuck me like a man mother fucker. Deep fuck me hard.” Restrained like I was all I could do was try to squirm all over his cock, and it made me even hornier wanting him to really fuck me.

Mark must have picked up on my feelings and really started to pound me. He would go all the way in then pull his veiney hard cock all the way out let my ass close up, and then slam fuck me by thrusting his cock iddaa siteleri all the way in me. His huge cock head felt like he was splitting me in two. My whole body felt filled again by an older, experienced man who knew how to fuck a man who liked to get fucked. Mark would go down on my cock as he tipped fucked my ass, and when he sensed that I was about to cum he stopped and thrust his cock in me saying, “You like that big cock in you don’t you my bitch man whore. You got one tight man cunt bitch, and I’m not finished breeding you yet.” Mark slammed his cock in deeper and I could feel his cock swell up with each stroke getting thicker, and his head seemed to be getting meatier. My ass with each stroke would clamp down on his shaft till he was buried in me. I tried to hold him, but that made him push into me deeper saying take my cock motherfucker. Squeeze my hard cock mother fucker.”, and I did. Oh did that feel good, and Marks cock was getting harder, and his cock head was getting larger.

Suddenly I felt Mark go really hard and he stood between my legs, and gripped my thighs and screamed out, “Oh fuck! I am going to cum in your bitch motherfucking ass.”

I screamed out, “Go ahead you ass fucking motherfucker. Fill me up with your cum. Make me your cum slut.” With that Mark thrust up into me deeply, and Jack came over and wrapped his mouth around my cock (best cum I had was with a man fucking me at the same time as I was cumming). I was helpless as Mark kept cumming with thick ropey warm streams of cum deep in me and my own cock let loose a second load in Jacks mouth. Jack didn’t stop when I started cumming, and took my entire load in his mouth. He held it and came up and kissed me dumping another load of my tasty cum in my mouth. I swallowed it, tasting its goodness. I was lost in lust as Mark deep fucked me, and filled me up. I could feel his bulbous head gush forth his hot cream in me. I felt so filled and wet. Mark was still fucking me with his hard drained cock sliding it in and out easily. I so enjoyed the after fuck till he couldn’t go anymore and slipped out. My ass was oozing cum, and it felt so wet and good.

They both helped me out of the sling and steadied me, and Jack suggested we go back into the living room and relax. We all drank the rest of our beers and smoked some more, and relaxed. We sat in silence, and watched the rest of the move when Mark commented that I would be a welcome male at one of their parties (little did I know that would be soon).

I felt like fucking again and looked over at Mark and still hard cock and said, “Lay back I want to straddle you and sit on your cock” He looked at me and laid back, and I proceeded to straddle his cock with my back to his chest. I eased myself down onto his cock and wiggled back and forth to really feel him in me deep again. Jack sat back and watched, and he was soon stroking his cock to hardness. I soon found myself leaning forward as I wanted to suck on Jack’s cock. Without missing a beat Mark eased up so he was now doggy styling me.

We adjourned again to the other room, and continued (another story).

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