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I was ready for a little adventure. Its been a while since I was with another woman, so I was out on the prowel for a chick. I just wanted to feel what only another woman could make you feel. But what I didn’t want was that sweet tenderness. I wanted to mix it up a little. To get some kink in there. I wanted something I haven’t had. I wasn’t sure what, but I was gonna keep my eyes open to see what I could find.

I happened to stumble across it, or I should say it fell into my laptop. I was on line one day and got this instant message from this couple. They read my profile and said they were looking for someone just like me. Someone that was open minded and into all sorts of things. We started chatting.

The were an engaged couple, both in there mid-forties. He was an ex-marine and she a home maker. They were looking for another woman for her to play with and for him to watch. This got my attention quick fast. I have always had a thing for watching, but have never been watched that way. So I thought this was just what I was looking for. So we chatted some more about it. At first I thought nothing would come of it. Most people start out hot then they lost touch and get cold feet. Me I never back out, if I say I will do it, then I will do it.

We made plans to meet for breakfast and if it worked out, then go to a motel for some play time. The only problem was that I needed a ride. They lived upstate and were willing to meet half way. Since I don’t drive, I had a slight problem. So I called on an ex-lover for a ride.

We all met on line and talked about what will happen and what won’t. Basically the men would watch us chicks have fun. If they Ankara bayan escort wanted they could jerk-off while they watched. But they weren’t allowed to touch us.

We got to the meeting place first. Got a table facing the door and waited. I seen a picture of her on line, and I sent her one of me, so we knew what to look for.

I seen her as she was scanning the place looking for me. She was tall, about 5’10 and plump. She had that clean look about her, she didn’t need make-up. My panties started to get moist. She was just what I needed. I stood up and let her get a look at me when they came to the table. I am shorter then her, about 5’3 and also plump. I noticed that she zero in on my breast. It helped matters that I wore this low cut blouse and a push up bra to show off my assets. I had lots of cleavage going on there thats for sure.

We made small talk over coffee, just getting to know each other. But we all knew where this would end up. There was no doubt about that. We didn’t waste too much time going over to the motel.

Once in the room, she turned shy on me. This is not a problem for me, I like to control anyway, so I took the lead. The men sat in the two chairs facing the bed and we sat on the bed. I reach over and started to touch her hair. Then I just leaned in and kissed her. Just a little kiss at first to see her response. I can tell she was interested.

I slipped my tongue inside her mouth, seeking out hers. We deepened the kiss. I pulled her in close, feeling her breast against mine. My arms were on her back caressing her. I kept kissing her until I felt her touch me. I moaned into her mouth. I layed her down Escort bayan Ankara on the bed. Trailing kisses down her neck. Licking her with my tongue. Nibbling on her ear lobe, all the while touching her. My hands found her breast.

Her breast were big and meaty. She was about a 46DD. I was cupping her big tits threw her shirt. I felt her nipples get hard. I slowly put my hands under her shirt and pulled it up. Her breast looked like they wanted to break free. I slipped my hand inside one cup. I felt for her nipple. Quickly pinching it when I found it. I took off her bra. My mouth found first one nipple then the other. I was sucking, licking and gently bitting on her nipples. I couldn’t get enough of them. First one then the other.

As I was doing this, my hand was going down her body, making its way to her pants. I cupped her pussy outside her pants first. Feeling the heat thru her pants. I was out lining her big pussy finding her slit. All the while still licking her tits. I felt her getting wet. If I would have looked down then I would have seen it also.

Instead I pulled off her pants and panties in one motion. I didn’t give her time to back down. I spread her legs and went right in. I took one long lick. From the back of her pussy to the front. Nice and slow. I was doing this over and over. She was dripping on my tongue. I was lapping it up. Then I stopped at her clit. I found her button hard and big. It fit in my mouth perfectly. I just started to suck on it.

She was moaning and wiggling all over the bed. Yet my mouth didn’t leave her pussy, I just held on. I put my middle finger into her hot hole while I was licking her clit. Bayan escort Ankara I was fucking her with my fingers and licking her and then she just exploded in my mouth. She started to scream that she was cumming.

“Oh yea Baby, suck my pussy”, “Lick me while I cum”. She kept saying that over and over until her body stopped shaking. I looked over to the guys and I seen my ex-lover shoot his load at the same time as she came. I thought to myself, I just got two people off and I still had on all my clothes.

I didn’t want to give her time to thing. So then I grabed a toy, something that I thought would really blow her mind. I took out a 12″ dildo. I put it to her lips, wanting her to lick it and get it nice and wet. She licked it from bottom to top. Making it glissen with her spit.

I took the toy from her, and trailed it down her body. Over her big tits, wetting her nipples. Down her belly, and to her wet, hot pussy. I ran it over her pussy lips, she spread her legs wider. I didn’t want to stick it right in at first. I wanted her to want me too. So I teased her with it. Running it over her her lips, over her clit, just touching it. She was on fire.

I gently pushed it into her hot, wet, ready hole. In and out. She started to hump on the toy. I was building up speed and thrusting harder and harder. “Thats it baby, Fuck Me”, “Harder”, “Make me cream again”., she was screaming this. She was all over the bed, all over my hands. Then she exploded again.

She came in buckets it felt like. I felt her body quiver and shake. I saw her nipples get so rock hard. She was exhausted when she finally was done. She just laid there on the bed, spread eagle, with this sweet, tired smile on her face.

I knew she didn’t have anything left in her to do me. But hey, thats ok. I enjoyed all the pleasure I gave her, and I knew we would hook up again, and then the fun would really begin,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

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“It don’t look like much of a ship to me.”

“It only has to get to Bermuda and back,” Clint answered.

He and Danny were standing on the docks below Christopher Street and looking up at the small freighter being loaded with boxes they’d seen were marked with everything from canned goods to dry goods to fresh fruits and vegetables.

Danny walked over to a guy standing near the gangplank who was holding a clipboard and marking off boxes as hulking stevedores wheeled them up the gangplank on dollies. There were cranes working on loading some of the other ships at the dock, but this one apparently didn’t merit that attention.

Clint was watching the stevedores work. And a couple of stevedores were giving Clint close scrutiny. He’d seen a couple of them in the Christopher Street bars, he thought. He might even have been fucked by one or more of them in back rooms of the bars.

Focus, he thought, and turned his attention back to Danny and the guy with the clipboard.

“This the Greek ship that makes the run to Bermuda?” Danny asked the guy.

“Yeah, this is the Larnaka Star,” he answered in a pure New York accent that indicated he may never actually have ever been to Bermuda himself. “It’s not Greek, though. The name pegs it as Cypriot, as does that flag up there. Not all that much difference, though. Both are just flag-of-convenience registration states. From the language I’ve heard coming off this freighter’s decks, I’d say it was more East European or Russian.”

“So, do you know who owns it?”

“Nah. I can tell you who the supplier is—Falzone Holdings. But I don’t know who owns it.”

“Sounds like an Italian name—Sicilian even,” Clint said, having been drawn over to the conversation.

“I wouldn’t know. But what’s this interest? If you’re the Feds, all the paperwork is in order. And we do this like every two weeks. Nothin’s going on here to raise eyebrows. It’s just regular weekly supplies out to Bermuda. Places is pretty much a barren rock, you know. Most everything has to be shipped in. Even a lot of drinking water shipped there.”

“No, no, nothing questionable about your paperwork,” Danny said quickly. “Some of the guys are just thinking of taking a trip to Bermuda. Hitting on the casinos there, you know—and we’ve heard that freighters sometimes rent cabins to travelers. You know if this one does?”

“If it does, it would be a pretty rough way to get there,” the guy with the clipboard answered. He paused to take down the number of a box going up the gangplank. “And if you know where there’s a casino in Bermuda, I’d sure like to know where it is. I’ve been there three times in the last ten years and every time I’ve been there casinos have been illegal. Take Royal Caribbean. They got casinos right on the ship. But they have to close down when they’re in port in Bermuda.”

Danny thanked the guy and he and Clint pulled off to the side.

“Heard that? Could be Sicilian, so maybe this Falzone Holdings is a cutout company owned by Brunelli.”

“Should we go aboard and see if we can bluff some information from the captain?” Clint answered.

“No. It would probably just shut him down and alert someone of our interest. We want a list of his crew members who would have been in port when the murders happened. And we’d want to know if Brunelli ever used the ship to get to Bermuda. So, we need a search warrant for all their records. I’ll go see what I can do about that. You might wander over to the port authority and see if you can get more information on who owns the ship.”

“And we’ll meet back at the office?”

“Yeah, it will take some time to get the warrant, I’m sure. It will be too late to get this rapped up today.”

“But the ship’s going to be going back out when it’s loaded. It’s carrying fresh produce; that can’t just sit here very long. Either another murder might happen, or the ship might be gone before we can get back.”

“We’ll just have to do what we can,” Danny answered. “I can’t move a judge any faster than he wants to move. But I’ll be sure to mention those possibilities to him. And it won’t happen until we get a move on, so I suggest we shove off.”

Clint stood a moment longer, looking a bit stubborn. Maybe he could shake something loose sooner. All of the activity he’d seen at the freighter was stevedores on the move. Maybe the crew had dispersed to the local bars. They were at the foot of Christopher Street. It would take Danny a lot longer to get a search warrant than it would for him to see if there were any crew members of the Larnaka Star nearby he could talk to. He waited for Danny to be out of sight and then he turned to head up Christopher Street. As he passed by a line of large metal containers sitting on the land edge of the dock, a callused hand reached out and gripped his arm above the elbow and pulled him into the darkness between two containers.

“Remember me?” a voice with a thick European accent asked in a hoarse whisper.

“Maybe,” Ankara bayan escort Clint responded, not knowing in the shadows between the containers whether he did or not. He was on assignment, though, and not in the mood. “Don’t know if I do, but I’m not—”

The man pulled Clint into his chest. “As I remember, you’re always ready to go. Don’t get scared or anything. I just want to fuck, and the last time we did you said ‘any time, any place.'”

It obviously was one of the stevedores. Heavily muscled. He had a strong arm around Clint’s waist, pulling him in, and his mouth was searching for and finding Clint’s. Clint was still struggling against the man as the stevedore fumbled with his own belt and zipper and then Clint’s. He stuffed a beefy hand down from Clint’s belly and under the waistband of Clint’s trousers and fisted the detective’s cock.

“Oh, God. Oh shit, yes,” Clint muttered, going completely docile, as he pulled his lips away. The man knew how to take control of him. All Clint needed was a hand on his cock. Maybe he had been with this guy more than once before.

Clint felt his trousers and briefs being pushed down his legs. He was turned belly against the side of a metal container, and the stevedore kept a hold on his cock while he positioned his own cock head at Clint’s hole. Now Clint remembered him. A double cock ring, one thick, the other not. Clint remembered how they clicked and jangled inside him before—in the back room of a Christopher Street bar. He couldn’t remember which one, but he’d gone back for it the next night.

“Yes, I remember you now,” Clint whispered.

“And you want me, don’t you?”

“Yes, I want you.”

He groaned and widened his stance as the cock started its invasion. Not thick, but long, as Clint recalled. And those two cock rings did a job on his channel walls. In the saddle now, the man leaned his beefy chest into Clint’s back, pinning him to the wall. He released Clint’s cock, that no longer being needed for control, and took Clint’s wrists in his hands and forced his arms over his head, Clint’s fingers gripping the top edge of the metal container. Clint turned his head back and they went into another kiss. The detective moaned as the cock took a long, clicking slide up inside him. A couple of inches inside him and it drew back. Then he gasped as he felt the slide in, farther this time. Out and in a bit farther.

Clint tore his mouth away to mutter an “Oh fuck, yes. Oh shit yes, I remember this. God, do I remember this” and arched his back and laid his head back on the stevedore’s shoulder. He was set for the duration of a good fuck now. He was panting and groaning. The stevedore was groaning too, as the cock slid farther up into Clint’s channel and then pulled back. He shuddered and started pumping harder. Click, click, click.

“Shit, shit, shit. FUCK.”

“Jorge, where the fuck are you? You just had your break.” The deep, irritated voice rang out over the dock area. “Am I gonna have to put a bell on you?”

“Stay here,” the man whispered in Clint’s ear. “Just about done out there.”

And then the stevedore pulled away from Clint’s back and out of his channel, pulled his trousers up, and was gone from the shadows into the light of the dock.

Clint waited for a few minutes and then he pulled his briefs and trousers up as well. No way in hell he was going to wait for it here. The guy was gone, so the moment had lost its charm. But now he was horny as hell. He’d be looking for more than information in the Christopher Street bars now. He stumbled out at the other end of the containers from the dockside and started up Christopher Street, thinking on which would be the best one to hit. He decided that the first stop he’d make would be in the basement bar called Chris’s in the Christopher Hotel—both gay dives he’d seen sailors from the ships on the dock using. He’d used the rooms in the dump of a hotel himself.

The light was dim in the bar, and it took several moments for Clint to adjust his eyes. The inevitable cigarette smoke didn’t help. There wasn’t room at the bar and several of the tables were occupied, but Clint saw one just a couple of steps from the bar, and he headed for that. On his way past the bar he signaled the bartender, a butch woman named, surprisingly enough, Chris, for a beer, and she waved her acknowledgment. Clint was no stranger to Chris’—or all that much of a stranger to the rent-by-the-hour rooms in the Christopher hotel above it either. He hadn’t been in for a while, though.

He took off his suit jacket and draped it over the chair next to him. He did this to dress down to maybe distinguish himself from most of the others if a sailor from the docks came. Most everyone else in the place was a suited businessman of some sort from the Wall Street district. And if there were going to be sailors here today, they must be coming in later.

“Looks like the place has been upscaled,” he said to Chris when she delivered his beer—along Escort bayan Ankara with a saucer of peanuts that wouldn’t have been provided when he had been here before. He could tell that the place had been painted and new chairs and tables had been brought in too. And there was a platform in the corner with a piano, so they must now feature live music here some time or other.

“New owner,” Chris said. “Some sort of hush-hush bigwig, I understand. But his renovations are bringing in better spenders and less riff raff.”

“Guess it’s outclassed me then,” Clint said.

“Nothing outclasses you, doll. With those movie star looks, you always did dress up the place.”

When she had returned to the bar, Clint looked around again. There were guys eyeing him from the bar and from the tables as they always did when he came into one of these bars. But their attention was being divided. As his eyes became better adjusted to the low light, he saw that there was another good-looking blond guy, incongruously sporting an abbreviated Mohawk and the same five-O’clock shadow Clint was now cultivating and wearing a trim three-piece suit. Most of the guys in the place had been circling his table when Clint came in, and only some of them were switching to Clint or showing their indecision.

The blond caught Clint’s eye and gave him what Clint interpreted as a “No problem; there are enough for both of us” look, and Clint raised his glass. The guy probably didn’t like it rough like Clint did and thus was more satisfied with the type of men in here at the moment. Clint needed it now that he’d had a taste. But he’d probably have to wait for later.

But then the composition of the room started to change. Must be closing time on the docks, Clint thought, as more and more rough stevedore and sailor types were coming down the steps into the smoke-filled bar. The Wall Street types were sensing the change in mood and were hooking up and leaving or just leaving. Clint half expected the double-cock ring guy to come in. If he did, Clint was willing to resume their encounter.

Clint noticed a few of the new arrivals moving in on the other blond guy—more aggressively than the Wall Street types had been doing earlier—and he also noticed that the blond guy didn’t seem to mind. So, maybe they weren’t as different in their tastes as Clint had thought.

“Hey, we meet again. Maybe we start up where we left off again too.”

Clint turned, expecting it to be the guy he’d recently left. But it wasn’t. He would have asked the new arrival if he wanted to sit down, but he was already sitting. It was the big sailor type with the Russian accent who had evaporated from an advanced move on Clint in The Dugout bar the night Brunelli and his driver had taken him for that first ride.

He quite evidently was from the docks. A good place to start on learning about the crew of the Larnaka Star, Clint thought. “Buy me another beer?” he asked. He’d been nursing his and it was down to suds rimming the bottom of the glass.

But the Russian was thinking along a different, faster route. “Been hard for you since the other night. Didn’t want to start a fight, but I bet I can do you better than that old punk did.” The man was already pushing a knee into Clint’s thigh and had a hand on his cock through the material of his suit trousers.

That hand on Clint’s cock was pretty much all he needed to do, even if Clint hadn’t come in looking for relief as soon as he could get it.

“This place have rooms in the back?” the Russian asked in a thick voice. “Buy you a beer afterward. Then we can go someplace for more fun. But right now—”

“It’s a hotel. The rooms are above us. The back is just a corridor leading to the john and maybe a store room or two.”

“Come,” The Russian said, standing and pulling Clint up with a firm grasp on his wrist. “I need to piss. So do you.”

Clint’s eyes surveyed the room again before he let the Russian nudge him toward the back. He could see that the Russian hadn’t come in alone. A couple others like him, including the Baltic hulk that had been putting the moves on him at The Dugout along with the Russian, were here and had taken possession of the table where the blond guy with the Mohawk was. Everyone who had been at that table before had cleared away, willingly or not, Clint didn’t know. But seeing how bulky and mean-looking the Russian’s friends were, Clint assumed the Wall Street types hadn’t put up much of a defense.

The Mohawk guy was sitting in the lap of the Russian’s friend, who held him in a bear hug. From the expression on the blond’s face and the way they were moving in the chair, Clint wondered if there was any trouser material between the two.

The Russian fucked Clint up against the graffiti-covered cinderblock wall half way down the dimly lit corridor from the bar room to the restrooms. He’d knelt in front of Clint, pushing him up against the wall, unbuckled and unzipped him, and pulled his trousers and Bayan escort Ankara briefs off him while he was sucking Clint’s cock.

“Quick one here, for a taste. Then I really give it to you upstairs,” The Russian said as he went downstairs and, with one finger wrapped around the base of Clint’s cock, laced his other fingers around Clint’s balls and separated, squeezed, and pulled them down away from Clint’s groin. Clint rewarded him with a gasp and a groan.

Clint was completely lost as soon as the guy’s lips opened over his cock. The Russian had reached up and unbuttoned Clint’s dress shirt as he was sucking him and at some point pulled his own T-shirt over his head so that when he rose from the kneeling position and palmed and lifted, spread, and tilted Clint’s buttocks into his crotch, their bare torsos were rubbing against each other. He had rings in both of his nipples, and as Clint moaned at the entry of the man’s cock into his channel, he realized that the man had a thick cock ring as well. The sensation that this would essentially be an extension of the earlier, disrupted fuck, excited Clint. He hitched his knees on the man’s hips and began moving his pelvis in countermotion to the Russian’s thrusts.

Men brushed past them going and coming from the restroom, and a few of them paused to watch, but Clint didn’t notice them and the Russian obviously didn’t care.

All was marching relentlessly to ejaculation when Clint felt the Russian jerking away from him and opened his eyes to see the Russian’s head turning to the side in time to meet a fist. The Russian dropped to the floor and Clint would have too, if Brunelli’s driver hadn’t been quick enough to support his body in a slower slide down the wall.

“You follow the boss here?” he asked in a gruff voice.

“Who? What are you . . . no, I didn’t follow anyone here. I come here often. You can ask the woman behind the bar.” Clint was suddenly frightened. The last thing he wanted Brunelli to think was that he was following him. No, the last thing he wanted Brunelli to find out was that he was a homicide cop and was working Brunelli as a suspect.

“No matter. The boss, he said to bring you upstairs. Put on your pants and let’s go.” Clint was pulling on his briefs and trousers as he stepped over the prone body of the Russian, who was moaning softly but not necessarily consciously. He was a big man, but he was hunched over, so Clint thought he might have taken a fist to the kidneys at the same time as his nose was readjusted yet again.

Clint was hustled through a door across the corridor that was open now but hadn’t been open when the Russian had brought Clint back here. This led into yet another corridor that T’ed into the main one. Two elevators were accessed from this side corridor. One of them had its door open and the manual stop engaged.

Clint had no idea how many floors the elevator rose before it stopped and he was manhandled down the hotel corridor, which had a thug with a machine gun stationed at either end, and shoved through a door and into what was set up as a bedroom. The room was dominated by a four-poster bed. Marko Brunelli was sitting in a wingback chair near a window and drinking a Budweiser beer from a can. He was wearing a business suit and looked pretty spiffy for a chunky, middle-aged mobster.

The first thing he said when the bodyguard had pushed Clint to the center of the room and exited through a side door was just a repeat of what Clint had already heard. “You following me around town and scoping me out, or what?”

“No, as I told your bruiser, I come to Chris’ downstairs fairly often. I was in the neighborhood and stopped in for a drink. The bartender knows me. You can ask her.” By the time he got to the end of that sentence, Clint could have kicked himself. He hoped he wasn’t bringing any trouble to Chris.

“You cruising for men down there?”

“I just came in for a drink.”

“But Jocko tells me you found a man, that you was ridin’ a man’s cock in the hallway.”

Jocko. That’s what he’d been called before. The bodyguard cum driver’s name was Jocko. Clint filed that away in his mind. His mind was actually very good as a file of information that might be useful later.

“He found me. Unfinished business. I don’t know him, but I hope he’s OK. You play pretty rough.”

“And I fuck rough . . . and you like it,” Brunelli said. His voice was ice cold, and Clint had no trouble seeing him as someone people feared, tried to steer clear of when they could, and tried to satisfy when they couldn’t. “I don’t like that you mess around with other men when I’m using you.”

Clint didn’t know what to say to that that wouldn’t bring him trouble, so he said nothing.

“Sit down. The bed’s OK. You’ll be finding that out,” Brunelli said.

Clint sat on the side of the bed. He looked up into the framing at the top of the bed and saw the leads and cuffs at all four corners. He had a feeling he’d been trussed up in those shortly.

“You want a job? Pay would be very good. You’d have a room.”

“I have a job,” Clint answered. He saw the mistake of saying that as soon as it was out of his mouth. He wanted to keep Brunelli as far away from knowing his job as he could.

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It seems funny now but at the time I was just confusing. I thought something as simple as a massage could cause so much angst, and yet so much pleasure.

I had been thinking of getting a massage all month. Work had been exceedingly stressful and I knew my shoulders and neck was just one big knot. I found myself not even being able to relax at night when going to sleep. My shoulders would be hunched up around my neck and no matter how I tossed and turned the tension never seemed to let go. I would wake only partially rested, still feeling the tension of the previous day right between my shoulder blades. Yes, a massage was just what the doctor would have ordered if I had consulted one.

So, I did what I thought would be the most logical thing, got online and began researching massage therapists in my area. The internet is a wonderful thing, but sometimes the results from a search are overwhelming. These seemed to be a glut of massage parlors in our town, and each one promised tranquility and serenity and most featured “Lovely Asian Girls”.

Well, I don’t consider myself naïve, and I know most of those places are what people commonly call “rub-n-tug” parlors. In other words, you get a mediocre massage followed by a negotiated “happy ending” for an extra fee. Since I was interested in the real deal, in terms of massage that is, I turned to a site featuring all male massage providers. I wanted someone who had experience and looked strong enough to deliver the kind of deep tissue work my knots needed.

I browsed through dozens of listening, many of which were obviously selling the stunning looks of the masseur rather than the quality of the service. That eventually brought me to a nice looking guy with a beard smiling next to a massage table. He was dressed in a white t-shirt and loose fitting white shorts and his hand was resting on the table. He was relaxed in the kind of casual pose that exudes self-confidence and there was that smile.

After reading through his credentials and experience, he was well trained and had been doing this for years, I found reviews of his service. Almost all were 4 or 5 stars and the reviewers were very complimentary of his ability to get their tension out with his strength and skills. It was a snap decision, but Matt, as he was named on the site, looked like just the guy to make me relax.

I texted him, since the ad said that was the quickest way to get a response. I suppose if he was in a session the message would not disturb his work and afterward he could return my text. It took about an hour for him to text me back and soon I had set up an appointment for the following afternoon. My muscles were already anticipating the experience.

By Saturday afternoon I was absolutely ready to feel Matt’s strong hands work all the tension from my neck and shoulders His studio was located at the back of a small strip center, just a door with the word “Studio” on it. I was about 5 minutes early and entered the door to the reception area, actually a very small anti-room with a couple of chairs and a small table with a few Health and Fitness magazines on it. There was no receptionist, just a door bell on the wall next to the interior door. Not knowing what to do next, I just pressed the button and hear a gentle chime somewhere behind the wall.

In a few seconds, the door opened and Matt and I were face to face. His pictures didn’t do him justice. He was about an inch taller than me and filled out his white T-shit with broad shoulders and a chest that looked like he had just worked out.

“You must be Kurt,” his voice resonated in his large frame.

“I must.” I said with a chuckle.

“You are right on time.” He ushered me through the door and motioned to a room off the small hallway.

“If you will go in here, undress to your comfort level, I’ll be with you in a moment. There are hangers on the door for your clothes. Just lie face down on the table. You can cover yourself with a towel if you wish, but I think you will find things go much smoother without it.”

As I walked into the room he turned to give me privacy as I undressed. As he left I couldn’t help looking at his broad shoulders and well proportioned legs, clearly visible beneath the abbreviated gym shorts he was wearing. I found myself still staring at the spot where his buttocks would have been had he not closed the door.

In just a few seconds I took off all my clothes, hung them up, folded my socks and briefs and laid them atop my boots in the corner. Then I climbed onto the table and nestled my face in the round cushion the extended beyond the edge of the padded table. As I let out a long deep breath I heard a light knock at the door.

“You ready?”

“Very,” I signed, already Ankara escort letting the tension flow out of me.

I heard him enter and close the door. He was busying himself preparing as he asked me a few questions.

“So are there any physical problems I need to know about, health issues, sore spots?”

I spoke thorough the hole in the pad as I faced the floor, “not health issues, just a bit overweight and so tense I feel like I have rocks in my shoulders.”

“Well I can’t do anything about the weight, but I can remove the weight you are carrying in these.” His palms gently pressed on my shoulders. I felt the warmth and strength of his big hands as he felt around gently for the knots that were bothering me.

As he did I noticed he had removed his shoes. I could see his feet through the hole in the headrest. And his muscular hairy legs were a pleasant sight.

“Well, you just relax and let me take care of everything. I think I can find all the problem areas.”

I heard him pump some massage oil into his palms and the sound of him rubbing them together to warm the oil before gently placing his hands back on my shoulders. The he slowly began moving then in matching circles moving outward until he was rubbing across both shoulder blades and my upper arms.

Once again I let out a sigh.

“That’s good, exhale and let all that tension flow out”, he said. His deep voice almost hypnotic as he worked my shoulders gradually increasing the pressure and focusing on the knots he found. His hands were amazing, and his intuition was perfect at discovering the exact points where the tension was balled up in my muscles.

He moved to the center of my back and stepped to one side of the table. As he worked his way down my spine he would pause and press firmly on the knots he found, encouraging me to exhale as he did. I actually felt some of the knots just collapse under his pressure. It was intense but so nice to have his strong hands releasing the tension.

I hadn’t noticed it before, but there was soft new-age music playing in the room. As he worked my back the ambient tones helped emphasize the mood and I was soon adrift in pleasurable sensations.

When he reached the top of my buttocks, his hands moved from one cheek to the other, kneading them like dough and making the muscles of my butt release the tension that had built up. It felt wonderful and incredibly erotic at the same time.

“Is this good for you, Kurt?” he asked.

I just mumbled something affirmative and got lost in his strong hands on my ass.

He concentrated on one cheek using both hands to knead and stroke the skin. I was enjoying the feeling as his fingers drifted to the crack of my ass with each stroke. His fingers dug in and massaged my ass cheek occasionally brushing against my balls. Then he moved to the other side of the table, never loosing contact with my body. As he moved around the head of the table, he leaned over me and rubbed his arms along my back all the way down to my butt. As he did I felt the warmth of his skin and the hairs on his chest brush my back. He had removed his shirt sometime during the massage and I hadn’t noticed.

The warmth of his body and the contact with his broad hairy chest gave me a momentary shiver. Not from cold, but from raw unadulterated sensuality. I let out an involuntary moan as he pulled back and moved to the other side of the table.

Soon he was massaging the other ass cheek like the first but this time he stood closer to the table. His fingers were deliberately moving up and down my ass crack with each stroke and I moved my ass up to meet each one. That’s when something warm and heavy brushed my arm. As he bent over the table I distinctly felt his balls rub against my forearm. As he move further down the side of the massage table they were soon resting in my upturned palm. I didn’t know whether to respond to them or not, until his rigid shaft pressed into my side. My fingers caressed his big balls almost as a reflex.

By now my cock was erect and pressing upward between the table and my stomach. As my hips involuntarily move up and down to meet his slippery finders, my cock was rubbing up and down the sheets beneath me. I was moaning with each stroke and starting to breathe a bit faster.

Sensing my arousal his hands moved off my ass and onto my legs. My breathing returned to normal but my cock remained erect and pressed up onto my abdomen.

Now, he applied more oil to his palms and started at my ankles working carefully and expertly up my calves. There he applied some well placed pressure and found even more knots.

“Is that too hard?” he asked.

“Oh no,” I moaned, “feels good.”

In just a few minutes he had loosened Ankara escort bayan my calves and was moving up my thighs. He spread my legs as he pressed into the muscles of my thighs. His hands rubbed around the thigh moving from front to back and working upward. With each stroke he spread my legs a little more.

I felt the table creak a bit and I realized he had climbed onto it between my outstretched legs. His hands moved together up the thighs and onto my buttocks, pressing them forward and apart and them moving back. It was a gentle rocking motion as he pressed forward into me and the pulled back. With each stroke, his fingers ran between my thighs and my torso, stroking around my balls and then up my ass. My body responded by arching my ass upward to meet his motions.

After about three or four of the long strokes he pushed further beneath me and ran his fingers over my hard cock. Then he gently moved my dick beneath me and pointed it downward between my legs. Now with each stroke his finger ran the length of it before sliding up my ass and lingering at my hole. I felt his oily finger circle it and press in slightly before moving on. My ass responded by moving to meet his fingers and quivering as he teased my hole.

Finally he pulled his hands back to my thighs and the slid them forward all the way up my buttocks to my back and laid the full length of his body atop me. I felt his large frame press into me, his hands extending to mine and taking then in a firm grip, his legs aligning with mine and his very formidable cock slide right between my legs and nudge my balls. Then he exhaled one long breath and almost involuntarily so did I.

He whispered into my ear, “feeling good so far?”

I whimpered what I hoped he would interpret as a “yes”.

We lay like that for a few minutes breathing together and experiencing the full contact of our bodies. Then he kissed my neck and slowly pulled himself back to a kneeling position between my legs. His hands left me as he climbed down and he spoke quietly, “roll over on your back and move down a little”.

I did, sliding down the table a little so my head was no longer on the pad. He came around the table and removed it and as he did I got a good look at him. My erect cock must have twitched as I took in his big frame and lightly fur covered muscles, and that smile.

Looking down at me he said, “Now, just close your eyes and enjoy.

Reluctantly, I did as he continued. First he placed his hands on my chest, and waited for my breathing to slow into a steady pace. Then he began working on my pecks, gradually kneading and stroking them as his hands traveled to my sides and back to my pecks. I felt his thumbs deliberately graze my nipples with each pass, and it added to the already aroused state I was in. I was awash in pleasurable sensations as he moved to my abdomen. Leaning over me I felt his hard cock slide past my cheek, and his balls rest against me. His hand gently kneaded the abdomen, with much lighter pressure than before and I turned to face his stiff member that was lying against my cheek.

My breath must have felt warm on it to him, and I knew he felt my lips as the parted and my tongue lapped at the wrinkled skin of his sizable balls. He adjusted himself to allow me easier access, and soon I was sucking first one and then the other into my mouth.

By now he was on the table again, his knees straddling my head as he moved down toward my erect cock. I felt the consuming warmth of his mouth as he sucked my dick into his beautiful lips, and I too no time in returning the favor. His stiff dick was not too long but very big in girth. Still I managed to take it fully into my mouth and nurse it as he sucked mine.

My hands moved to his tight muscled ass and pulled him into my mouth, swallowing his fat cock as deep as I could. I loved the feeling of his balls on my face and the warm musk of then in my nose. My fingers grasped his ass and caressed the tight muscles. My fingers explored his crack and found his moist, tight hole.

He was busy sucking my throbbing dick, his talented hands massaging my balls and exploring the crack of my ass. I was lost in the erotic intensity of the moment, thinking of nothing but devouring his thick cock and taking in the scent of his manhood.

As I felt it leave my lips I feel sure I pouted. But I let my breathing return to normal as he moved off the table.

“You know the massage ended ten minutes ago?”

“Oh?”

“This part is about just you and me.”

His strong hands grasped my legs and pulled me further down the table until my butt was aligned with the edge. His fingers were moist with something much more slippery than the oil as they began massaging my asshole Escort Ankara in earnest.

“This is lube,” he said. “I guess you know what that’s for?”

My voice was filled with lust as I replied, “hell yes!”

I looked down and watched him work on my ass. I held my legs up and spread them wide in anticipation as I saw him rip a condom packet open with his teeth. He rolled the sheath on his thick cock and coated it with more lube all the while rubbing and exploring my hole.

Then his hands grasped my thighs and pushed them forward. I felt the head of his cock against my asshole and then he slowly eased it into me. There was no resistance as it pushed past my sphincter where he stopped while my asshole adjusted to the width of his dick. I know I was moaning but I have no idea if I actually spoke.

“Is that pressure deep enough for you?” He was grinning with that smile again.

“Not deep enough,” I replied. “Fuck me!”

He chuckled and thrust his fat dick into my ass. The feeling was amazing being filled with his hot cock!

I swear I could feel the veins of his hard shaft as it slid in and out of my ass. The pressure inside me felt good as the head of his cock nudged my prostate on each thrust.

“Oh fuck that is good.”

He growled back, “damn right, you got a nice tight asshole.”

It didn’t feel tight to me, it felt full and good, so good that my cock wasn’t even part of the equation. I know I was stroking it, but for now, it was only semi-hard. Everything was about my ass, and it was great!

His thrusts got faster, and I could hear him moaning as he fucked me. I knew he was getting close to ejaculation and I wanted it to last forever.

Then he pulled his cock from my hole, and stripped the condom off. In two steps he was at the side of the table his throbbing cock pointing at my face.

“You want it?”

I opened my mouth in response.

He stroked his cock a few more times and then held it firm pointing it at my mouth. His head went back and he grimaced then moaned. Suddenly, hot cum shot from his dick into my mouth and across my face. I greedily sucked his spewing cock into my mouth as spurt after spurt of his warm cum filled me.

The taste was electrifying. I savored it before swallowing all I could. My tongue swirling around the throbbing head, getting all I could.

“Oh damn”, he said as he collapsed over me, my mouth still firmly clamped on his dick. We lay there panting together, still buzzing with the erotic energy.

I didn’t want to let it go, but eventually he pulled it from my hungry lips.

“Looks like you are still loaded”, he said looking down at my hard cock clasped firmly in my fist.

“Guess I am,” I said, “I was so concentrated on your beautiful dick I forgot myself.”

“Well, that won’t do.”

Smiling he moved back to the end of the table. He leaned down and put his hot tongue against my balls, slowly licking upward to my shaft. As his tongue reached the head he lapped the precum that was flowing out the slit.

“Mmmm, tasty!”

Then he took my cock in his mouth and began giving me the kind of blow job you only see in porn. He was amazing! Taking my dick deep into his throat and squeezing it with swallowing motions.

I thrashed on the table as he kept sucking my cock, while his hand massaged my balls.

“Fuck I am gonna cum,” I growled.

“Good,” he mumbled, “That was the idea.”

Then he went back down on my shaft and I felt the sensation building deep inside me. I felt a pulsing beneath my balls as my ass clenched. I thrust up into his mouth and felt my cock throb as cum rushed through it.

“Fuck yes!” I shouted.

My dick shot wave after wave of cum into his hot mouth and he didn’t miss a drop. He stopped sucking and waited for my cock the stop throbbing, before he let it go. Then he leaned over and pulled me up toward him.

Our mouths met in a deep kiss, our tongues sharing the cum still in his mouth. His beard rubbed against my face as he held me close to him. Eventually, our lips parted.

“That was wonderful,” I said breathlessly.

“Yes it was”, Matt’s deep voice replied.

He turned away to get a towel and I took in his full naked body. He was wonderful to look at, especially that broad back and tight furry ass. He handed me a towel and then showed me out of the room to a shower across the hall.

As I washed the oil and sweat and cum from my body I knew I would be back. In fact I think a regular appointment with Matt was exactly what I would need. And that is where the angst came in. Sexually, I was always the dominant partner. I identified as a Top and had never really explored being in the receiving end.

Looking back, I have come to grips with it and realized that everyone needs a little attention now and then. My visits with Matt made me not only more relaxed, but much better sexually because now I understood what the view was like from the bottom.

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D.O.M

Dylan O Meets Prince Nadal

*** Dylan O appears in my Mason series. This is part of a planned series of spin offs featuring characters from the “In’DaMan’d” Universe.***

Dylan laid back and closed his eyes, the masseuse working his temple while her co worker gave him an manicure, his feet were soaking in aromatic water being prepped for his pedicure. He found himself unwinding slightly, ever since Kelvin deposited the payment into his bank account he found he could breathe a little easier. Baxter on the other had was still trying to dissuade him from going down the escort route.

He nearly made Baxter crash the car when they left Kelvin’s cottage after he fucked the sixty four year old’s brains out. But it wasn’t the shock of what Dylan done to the older man that startled his agent it was the email from Dylan’s next potential client. Dylan screamed out loud when Baxter had handed him the email. As Dylan seen on the walls in Kelvin’s cottage, the retired politician had a lot of powerful and influential friends, he held in his hand an email from one such friend.

He had to re-read it four times before it actually sank in. He looked at Baxter to see if he was joking him, he knew that he wasn’t a fan of Dylan’s current endeavor but had to do his best by his client. Baxter informed him that while Dylan was in the bedroom with Kelvin he took it upon himself to ring the number attached to see if the offer was legit. He was scheduled to have a meeting via web cam later that evening to set up the arrangement. He told Dylan that he would never dream of taking on any job without consulting him first and a little part of him wanted to see his reaction at the sender.

“Fucking hell Baxter, a real life Prince wants to be dominated by me, can you fucking believe it!”

Baxter swerved violently to avoid a dog in the middle of the road.

“Careful Baxter we don’t want me dying before I meet this Prince Nadal.”

“No we do not.” Baxter replied through gritted teeth.

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“I need your full attention now Dylan.” Baxter said, snapping in back from a daydream.

The lady was now massaging his feet in the scented water, her soft hands rubbing the soles of his feet nearly made him moan with relief, he had increased his work out regime and was feeling very stiff. He had decided that he wanted to increase his weight slightly and his definition. He was going to try his best with this escorting gig for at least a year. He was surprised at the rush of endorphin’s he got when Kelvin had caved to his every whim and all the while he was getting a big fat pay check out of it afterwards. It would be a whole lot easier if Baxter was more on board and not questioning and seconding guessing him at every turn.

” I am listening,” he said slowly. “What is it now?”

“Wet T shirt Olympics have now increased their offer and are willing to put you on the promotional flyers.”

“Listen Baxter, I know where you are coming from with all this meaningless shit, you feel bad because you are failing me, yes when I took you on as my agent you did land me a few magazine covers and a sponsorship deal but who has actually been getting me all the big paying jobs. That would be me Baxter. So tell me again why I pay you so much when all you can do is offer me this z list crap. Mason’s manager Mr. Gent would have me in the blink of an eye. Please don’t forget that.”

He felt bad for snapping at him, throughout his rise to fame Baxter was always by his side, he was under no illusions that the money had been a big factor for him tolerating Dylan’s divo behavior, but lately he had become his only constant. He just wished that they shared the same vision for his long term career.

Baxter’s cheeks began to redden, the masseuse looked to the side sheepishly sensing an oncoming argument.

” I know I haven’t been doing too well lately but can you fucking blame me,” he spat. “I had slow burning deals that would have set you up for years but you were adamant that you wanted to do porn, I knew you were limiting yourself by doing this shit, sometimes I think you just do things to live up to the image you created yourself. Well it’s all good trying to impress your fans but what happens when they leave huh?, you won’t be the young muscle stud on the block for too long you know.”

He went to stand up but Dylan lifted his leg out of the basin and placed it firmly between Baxter’s legs, a wet pool was beginning to form on the material of his shorts. Dylan’s fine brown hair was matted to his ankle. Baxter was still breathing heavily after his loud rant, the action of Dylan putting his foot on his lap surprised him.

“Now if only you could put that passion into listening to me and having my back like a good agent would we wouldn’t be in such a mess right now. You have a week to get on board with our…” Dylan stopped and looked down at the masseuse, suddenly remembering she was there. She quickly wiped her hands on a towel and left the room. ‘Arrangement Ankara bayan escort or else I will have to find someone more suited to my future. I don’t want to go down this route Baxter but I am sure you will make the right decision. Take the rest of the night off, I will see you in the morning, you can drive me to the Prince’s city penthouse like planned.”

He removed his foot from Baxter and placed it back in the basin, he leaned back and closed his eyes, he could hear his agent mutter expletives under his breath as he left the salon.

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They had parked in the underground car park of the building complex, they had to be buzzed in through a private gate by a member of his security, they were told to park in spot number twenty two and a member of staff would be down to brief them on the protocol and procedure of having an audience with the Prince.

Dylan shuffled uncomfortably in the back seat, the car journey had been extremely frosty, Baxter barely giving more than one word answers so he soon gave up trying to talk to him. He looked over the email once again. It was strictly confidently the only people in the world that would know about the arrangement were Dylan, Baxter, the Prince and his most senior member of staff, Jarl who had organised the meet up on behalf of his Highness. They would both have to be cleared by security before they even set foot in the massive penthouse. Baxter would remain in the living room with Jarl while Dylan entertained. The list of do’s and don’ts was blank, in bold letters at the bottom it said that everything would be discussed between the Prince and Dylan in private.

Added to the extra pressure of not only meeting a member of a Royal family and dominating them sexually, but Dylan failed to find any recent pictures of the Prince, mentions of him on line were few and far between. He was loved by his people for being hardworking and devoted, preferring to shun the limelight and celebrity lifestyle to live behind closed doors, it seemed to Dylan that he really was all for the people.

It was times like this when his bravado had left him that he really wished Baxter would talk to him, the looming scenario both excited him and scared him, the thought of dominating a prince was a once in a lifetime opportunity and he wanted to perform to the highest of his capabilities, His fee for the encounter would not only keep him out of the red but would set him up for at least six months at his usual standard of living.

He had put in over time researching tricks and techniques, he spent countless hours watching dominating porn, he soon found himself bored with the standard stuff and quickly moved on to the more extreme scale of the spectrum. He decided that he would like to try everything once to be the best dom that he could be, a small part of him wanted to show Baxter that he was right in continuing down this path. Unfortunately the last few days he began to see his agent and friend in a new light, he no longer found flirting with him to be playful, he found that he was doing it to make Baxter feel uncomfortable and to remind him who really was in charge.

He realized that he was more in to being dominate that he first thought.

Baxter’s cell phone chimed indicating that the room was cleared of only the Prince’s most trusted advisers, he wanted to keep this meeting as quiet as possible as he was not out and homosexuality was strictly forbidden in his country. They both got out of the car and walked to the sole elevator in the underground parking, the door pinged open as they approached, a lone suited man was waiting for them.

“How good to finally meet you, I am Jarl, I will give you a quick rundown of how the first part of this will commence, then if everything is suitable for you both I will enter the code and we will go to the suite. The Prince is apprehensive for this to go well. Would you mind if we sat in your car Mr. Baxter.”

Everything about Jarl was crisp and professional, he almost seemed robotic. He was tanned and in his early forties, his black suit was crisp, he had a tiny triangle of facial hair below his thin lips. He slid in the passenger seat while Dylan sat in the back in the middle, suddenly feeling quiet small and out of place. Baxter and Jarl began to discuss the confidentiality contract and both had to agree to be searched. No photography or phone calls were allowed in the penthouse. Jarl turned and eyed Dylan almost paternally.

“I have a rough understanding of what is about to happen, I have been close friends with his Highness for nearly eighteen years, he is a great man, very good to his people. When you meet him you may at first be put off, most people think he is cold and aloof but he really is a lovely, decent man. I hope you will get to see some of that today but again I only have a rough understanding. He has asked me to make one think absolutely clear to you before the meeting. He insists that you refer to him as your Majesty.”

Dylan recoiled slightly, this Escort bayan Ankara was not something he had considered before, a lot of planned techniques required verbal degradation.

Jarl smiled at the reaction.

“It is not a power thing I assure you, it’s just that all of his life he has answered to that and being called by his name is strictly reserved for his parents, any deviation from that and I am afraid his Highness simply cannot proceed. If you need time to think on it I can wait.”

Dylan looked at Baxter who with a smug expression handed him a pen and the confidentiality agreement to sign. He snatched it from him and signed sloppily. He was angry at Baxter.

“Of course, anything his Majesty wants.” He replied slowly, handing Jarl the papers. “It is good to finally work with someone who knows what they want and how to get it.”

Baxter quickly looked out the window, Dylan could see anger rising in his face.

“Well then, I will now have to search your belongings and your persons, I will be as quick as I can as I know his Majesty has been waiting for this eagerly since we touched down three days ago.”

Dylan and Baxter had originally planned on staying overnight in the city but now that they were not on great terms they decided to return after the meeting, Dylan had been looking forward to exploring the city for the weekend but he thought he would just focus on his career and if need be, get his head around life after his agent. He didn’t feel too enthused about hitting all the hottest nightclubs without Baxter anyways, it was he who called ahead and let the doormen know that he was on his way. A post on his social media could still attract a large crowd and publicity for the venue.

Jarl was very thorough, rubbing gloved fingers along the lining of their clothes.

“You said you have worked for the Prince for nearly twenty years, what is that like?” Dylan asked as he extended his arms and Jarl patted him down. He was dressed in a loose grey knitted sweater over black jeans and grey converse sneakers. He had no trouble dressing up for this meeting, he had felt more confident about this hook up than his last but as the meeting got nearer his was starting to feel unsure.

“I have been to the most beautiful places on the planet, eaten the finest food, met the greatest people, it has never really felt like work until his Majesty is required to deal with something in his country, a natural disaster for instance, then everything changes and its full steam ahead. He truly is a great man, that is why those that truly know him and I mean truly know him want only the best for him. Right now it seems that you are all that he wants.”

He moved away from Dylan and repeated the procedure with Baxter.

They didn’t exchange much chit chat so the search was over quicker than Dylan would have liked.

“Shall we proceed.” Jarl said motioning them towards the elevator, removing his gloves and putting them back in his pocket. Baxter hung back slightly, his body language was hesitant. A pained look on his face.

“I will need a quick word with my client to finalise everything, it will just take a moment.”

Jarl smiled expectantly and walked towards the elevator.

Dylan was expecting this, Baxter could never stay angry at him for too long, his stomach gave a light flutter with relief.

“You know you don’t have to do this right, I know I keep saying it but we can always turn around and leave. For once don’t let ego cloud your mind. This isn’t some retired politician in the country side.”

The light feeling in his stomach evaporated as the enormity of the upcoming liaison hit him. He took a deep breath and looked his friend in the eye.

“Thank you for your concern but I will be fine.” It was the closest thing to sincerity he had given to Baxter in their three years working together.

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The elevator ride was silent, Jarl kept checking his watch.

“The assistants and wait staff have all been given the night off, all that will be in the penthouse will be myself and two security. They have all been working for the Prince for many years, we are his most trusted circle. We all want what is best for him naturally. Some of us feel that even though you have been paid for your attendance this evening that you are the perfect fit for his Majesty and his needs.”

They continued to rise, Dylan felt himself blush as Jarl complimented him.

“So on behalf of myself I would like to say thank you and it was a pleasure to meet you.”

The doors pinged open revealing a giant hall way, massive slabs of white marble laced with black swirls lay on the floor, the wall was taken over by a huge gold mirror. At the end two floor to ceiling white doors.

“This is where we will leave you. Mr Baxter if you will accompany me to a living room to our right, Dylan will proceed to the doors on his left. A member of our security team will meet you in the living room and then they will depart before you Bayan escort Ankara are granted an audience with the Prince. Goodbye and good luck.”

Dylan cast a quick glance at Baxter who just raised his eyebrows and followed Jarl through a set of doors. Butterflies danced in his stomach as he walked towards the imposing doors. All of his planning and research were thrown for a loop, the fact that he had to address the Prince by his proper title and had no idea of the do’s and don’ts put him on edge. He wasn’t experienced enough to roll with the punches and suddenly felt all of his nineteen years.

He took a deep breath and pushed the door open, he could hear classical music playing softly from speakers dotted along in the ceiling. The room was open planned, a large dining room table, big enough to seat twelve lay to his left. A man younger than Jarl was sitting at the head of the table, his tablet lay in front of him.

“You must be Dylan, it is great to finally meet you.” He spoke with an accent that Dylan couldn’t place.

He was in his early thirties and had a buzz cut hairstyle, he was wearing a suit like Jarl’s but his seemed more lived in and less rigid.

“I will just get you to sign a few more documents and then you will receive your welcome bag. Please take a seat, this will only take a few moments.”

The promise of a welcome bag bustled Dylan’s hopes, he had always enjoyed getting free swag. He looked around the room as the security rifled through some papers.

There was three steps leading down to a sitting area, a massive sound system sat either side of 85′ flat screen TV. Dylan could see the edge of a plush looking sofa, the bottom remained hidden by the thick cream carpet.

“Does his Majesty stay here often.” Dylan asked.

“Not as often as he would like.” He replied curtly sliding the sheets over to him and handing him heavy silver pen.

Dylan glanced over it and signed the bottom.

“Perfect, Jarl will remain next door with your agent, this is for you, instructions are inside. The Prince will call for you in an hour once you have gotten ready. Have a great day.” He said as he slid long black duffel bag towards him. He shuffled up the papers and walked to the door.

“Thanks,” Dylan called out. “I didn’t catch your name.”

He turned to look but the man was gone.

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He kicked off his sneakers and sat on the plush sofa, he had placed the heavy gift bag on the glass coffee table then walked back to the big table he had signed the papers on. At the far end was a section filled with breakfast items. Now that Dylan knew he had an hour to prepare for his meeting his appetite came back, he quickly looked at all the fruits and cereals that were on offer, unsurprisingly he found he didn’t recognize most of them so settled for a banana and apple juice.

The sun was shining in full force now making the whole penthouse glow, Dylan could feel a gentle breeze coming from the fans in the high ceiling. He inspected the bag before opening it, it was an extremely well known brand, it easily cost in the tens of thousands. He took a deep breath before he pulled out the silver envelope, his name was beautifully and intricately signed on the front in purple ink. It was sealed with wax, the indent was of a fish and hook that Dylan took to be the Prince’ insignia.

He opened the letter and read it slowly, it welcomed him to the penthouse and expressed gratitude to Dylan for taking up his offer, he appreciated his patience in dealing with all the extra documents regarding privacy. It was of the utmost importance that this remain known to just a few people. The letter went on to say that another envelope was in the bag with a list of requests before the meeting was to begin. It told Dylan that everything inside the bag was for him to keep. It was signed “Humbly your servant, HRH Prince Nadal.”

Dylan placed the crisp thick paper back in the envelope and placed it on the sofa beside him. He removed branded ankle socks and a thick gold watch. Underneath that was a bottle of cologne, on the box was a little note, “One of my favorite scents.” He rifled through the rest of it, chocolates, champagne, a new smart phone, tablet and laptop, underwear, sweatpants and trainers. He found a large note stuck to the outside of a bag with the same brand.

It read, “Please wear these for our meeting. It is something that I am fond off.” Apprehension crept in. He picked up the bag and was surprised to find that it was deceptively heavy.

He unzipped it and pulled out a chain mail top with a hood.

“What the fuck?” He muttered to himself. He looked in the rest of the clothes bag and found a pair of navy skin tight seamless shorts. His happy mood was slowly evaporating, he was starting to feel out of his depth but something caught the corner of his eye.

He spotted a small black box with a car logo on it. He pulled apart the silver ribbon and tore open the box, a car key fell on his lap. Inside the box was another note, “Whatever you do, do not sell it.” He flipped it over and seen that it was a sky blue Porsche 718 Cayman. He struggled to catch his breath, excitement coursing through his blood. He sat back on the couch in disbelieve and laughed to himself.

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It was a pretty normal wedding. My older cousin Jack finally married his girlfriend Venus after about 5 years together, and most of our family showed up. Venus looked nice in her dress that showed off her hips and cleavage. I kept thinking to myself that Jack was a lucky guy to end up with a woman like that.

The reception was really nice. It was in the dining hall of the hotel most of us were staying at. Of course, because I was single and didn’t bring a date, a bunch of my cousins and aunts wanted to dance with me. It wasn’t too bad, but I wished that their would have been some friends of theirs I could have danced with too.

Towards the end of the night, I was sitting at the table sipping on some wine when my aunt Caitlin came and sat next to me. She was wearing a yellow and white flowery tank dress that came down to her knees, and white open-toed heels. Her light-red hair fell down to her shoulders. Her hazel eyes were barely open, so I knew she was either tired, or had a little too much to drink.

“Hey Nicky, how you doin’ tonight?” she asked me. I smiled at her, knowing that she was the only one that called me Nicky instead of Nick, and only when she was drunk.

“I’m fine, Aunt C. Just enjoying the night.”

“Yeah, I saw you dancing out there. You’re such a nice boy for dancing with your aunts like that, especially me. You know I have two left feet.”

I laughed, thinking to myself that I haven’t been a boy in a long time. “It’s no problem, Aunt C. You weren’t too bad out there yourself.”

“You’re just saying that because I’m your aunt.” Her head swayed a little as she said this.

“Aunt C, I’m a little tired, and you look like you are too. Can you walk me upstairs to my room?” I knew that if I just said she was tipsy, that would most likely cause an argument.

“Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’ve had enough dancing for one night.”

I stood up and held out my hand. She took it used my arm for support as we began walking. The only person who even noticed us was my mom, and I just told her I was helping Aunt C upstairs. She just nodded in understanding and went back to dancing with my father.

As we took the elevator up to her floor, Caitlin leaned into me more. I could still smell her perfume, with it’s floral scent. She just kept rambling on about how I was such a good nephew, unlike some of my cousins who didn’t bother with her. I just kept silent and made sure she didn’t fall. The elevator arrived and we stepped out and walked down the hall to her room. She reached into her purse, pulled out the card key, and opened the door. We stepped in and I gently kicked the door closed behind us.

I walked Caitlin over to the bed and sat her down. She leaned back against the pillows and kicked her shoes off, causing them to fall to the carpet. I turned Ankara escort to get her a bottle of water from the mini fridge across the room. When I turned back around, Caitlin’s dress was down to her waist, showing her strapless white lace bra which was holding up her still-ample cleavage. As I watched in stunned silence, she stood up and slid the dress off to the floor. I was shocked to see my aunt wearing a matching white lace thong. I felt a twitch in my pants at the sight before I came to my senses and walked over to her to give her the bottle of water.

She sat on the bed and took a sip of the water. “”Thanks, Nicky. You’ve always been such a good nephew.”

“No problem, Aunt C.” I replied. As she looked up at me, I couldn’t help but notice the faint outline of her nipples through her bra. I felt another twitch in my pants.

“You wanna stay for a minute and keep your auntie company?” she asked me. It may have been my imagination, but I thought I saw her glance directly at my crotch after she said this.

“Um, sure, I can stay for a little, make sure you’re okay.” I sat down on the bed next to her. She took another long sip of the water and then placed her head on my shoulder. My heart started beating a little faster.

“Wasn’t that such a beautiful wedding?”

“Yeah, Aunt Caitlin, it was real nice.”

“I remember how it was to be so young and in love,” she said, her hand falling onto my leg. “Now I feel good if I see a guy even looking at me and my old self.”

“You aren’t that old, Aunt C, and you still look good,” I heard myself say.

“There you go trying to cheer an old woman up again,” she said. Her hand slid a little higher up my leg.

“Um, I’m not trying to cheer you up. Just trying to be honest.”

“You’re so sweet,” she said before kissing me on my cheek. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, feeling action happening in my pants. I wanted to jump up and leave the room, but my legs just wouldn’t work. I silently prayed that my aunt wouldn’t notice the bulge forming close to her hand.

We sat there in silence for a few moments. “Help me up, Nicky,” Caitlin said. She began to stand up and I held her arm. As she stood, her hand slid up the rest of my thigh and rubbed against my crotch. I watched in shock as Caitlin just stood there for a moment. I hoped she didn’t notice anything.

“And what was that?” she asked, her eyes moving down to my bulge. I sat on the bed, trying to stammer out a reply. “Was that for me?” There was so much I wanted to say at that moment, but no words escaped my mouth. Before I realized what was happening, Aunt Caitlin was on her knees in front of me, her hands on my zipper.

“I guess this old woman can still attract someone,” she said, her hazel eyes meeting mine. She began to unzip my pants and pull Ankara escort bayan out my hard cock.

“Um, Aunt C-c-c-caitlin, I don’t think we should be doing this.”

“It’s okay, babe, I’ve seen enough cocks in my day.”

“B-b-b-but,” I started, but her lips wrapped around my shaft, stopping my argument right there on my tongue. My head started spinning. This is my AUNT! I’ve known her since I was a baby! Hell, she changed my diapers! None of that mattered, however, when I felt how good her warm mouth felt on my dick, Caitlin’s tongue flicking around my head. I moaned and instinctively reached out to stroke her hair. Caitlin’s head bobbed up and down, her lips working my shaft. She reached up with a hand and started stroking it, her soft hands feeling good on my dick. As I leaned back, enjoying the feeling, Caitlin slowed down her movements. Caitlin slid my cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until it touched the back of her throat. This sent me over the edge. I let out a loud moan as I felt the pressure build up in my cock and then release. My hot semen shot out of my cock, aided by Caitlin’s stroking hand. Caitlin kept her lips firmly on my dick, swallowing my entire load.

I was breathing deeply and my head was spinning. Caitlin looked up at me and smiled. She casually wiped the corner of her mouth with a finger and moaned in pleasure. “That was good. I haven’t done that in a while,” she said, a grin on her face. I was still trying to catch my breath and couldn’t respond. Caitlin then stood up in front of me. Looking directly into my eyes, she reached behind her and undid the clasp on her bra. Her full, round breasts spilled out as the bra fell to the floor. Caitlin took a step towards me and, putting my hands on her waist, I pulled her closer. I could smell her sweat and perfume on her as I buried my face in her tits. I began licking and kissing on them, filling my mouth with her nipples. I let my tongue move around them in circles, her hard nipples firm against my tongue. Caitlin pulled my face in closer to her chest. I could feel her heart racing.

I slid my hands down Caitlin’s waist and grabbed onto her full hips. I slowly pulled down her thong, the scent of her wet pussy filling my nose. I stared for a moment at the trim red-haired bush that was right in front of me. I stood up and pushed Caitlin onto the bed, telling her to get on her hands and knees. She did and I knelt behind her. I leaned down and used my fingers to spread her pussy lips from behind. I stuck out my tongue and started licking her pussy, moving from her inner walls to her clit. Caitlin began moaning loudly and wiggling her hips. Her pubic hair provided an contrasting texture to her smooth pussy walls. Caitlin’s cunt was hot and wet, tasting slightly tangy. Her juices started coating my lips and tongue. Escort Ankara Caitlin started moaning my name and grinding her pussy into my face. I gripped her hips and moved my tongue faster, furiously attacking her pussy. I sucked on her clit and pussy, making my aunt squeal in pleasure. I could feel her pussy clenching and getting tighter. I roughly shoved two fingers in her cunt and started fucking her hole. They slid in and out easily, her juices lubricating my fingers. Caitlin’s pussy tightened around my fingers and she let out a long moan. I pulled my face back and watched her cum ooze around my fingers and drip onto her thighs and my wrist.

I sat up and pulled off my shirt and then took my pants and underwear off. Caitlin looked back at me with a smile, seeing my cock hard and ready for more. I started placing the head of my rod at the opening to her pussy when she told me to stop.

“I want that cock in my ass,” she said, smiling. She told me to go into her bag and get the lube. I walked over and started searching in her bag. I found a plastic bag with a big pink dildo and a bottle of KY. I grabbed the bottle and went back over to the bed. I rubbed some of the lube on my hard cock, and put some on her ass hole. I grabbed my aunts hips as she spread her cheeks open. I placed the head to the hole and slowly pushed. I watched her hole expand as I slid my cock in little by little. Caitlin kept moaning and I bit my lower lip at the tightness of her ass.

I slowly started fucking my aunt’s ass, my hands holding on tight to her slightly pale ass cheeks. Caitlin kept talking to me, telling me hoe good my dick felt in her ass and how she liked it fucked slowly. As I fucked her, my cock slid in more and more until most of it was fitting in her ass. Caitlin clenched her ass, making it tighter. I reached up with my left hand and wrapped some of her hair around it. I gave her hair a tug, making my aunt yell. My thrusts started getting harder and more forceful. Caitlin and I started breathing in rhythm, her squeals coming every time I pushed in.

“Nicky, Nicky,” she moaned.

“Oh, Aunt Caitlin,” I responded, my pressure rising. I felt my cock getting extra hard. “I’m about to cum, Caitlin,” I managed to grunt. She reached down and started stroking my balls. The feel of her fingers softly playing with my sac was the last straw. I let out a loud groan as my cum exploded out into her ass. I started trembling all over as my dick pulsed, hot loads shooting out in a rhythm. I kept my cock in her ass until it was empty.

I slowly pulled my dick out of Caitlin’s ass. A couple of seconds later, my cum slowly dripped out of her gaping hole. Caitlin collapsed onto the bed, sweating and panting from the exertion. I lay down next to her and she wrapped an arm around my chest.

“Thanks, Nick, I needed that a lot,” she said, placing a kiss on my cheek. I turned my head and kissed Caitlin’s lips, the taste of alcohol and cum lingering in her mouth. We then both laid back and I dozed off, my aunt’s body pressed against mine.

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The fantasy had been going on for so long. We’d shared all of my fantasies and she knew how much they turned me on. We’d signed up for a couple of matchmaking internet sites and gotten a few replies, but never had acted on them. Last week, we’d gotten a reply from a man that wanted to make me his slave. We’d read it and she made me reply to him. I wasn’t sure that I could go through with any of it, but she made me tell him about my fantasies and then she sent him some of the stories I’d written. When he wrote back again, he told me that I was to meet him at a motel in a nearby city on Saturday. I knew that I couldn’t and wouldn’t go through with it and thought that was the end of it. I didn’t reply, but we did have great sex while we talked about what I would do if I did reply.

The next weekend, we decided to go to a concert and arranged for my parents to watch our daughter. We headed to the city to go to the show, but on the way, my wife pulled up in front of a motel and said, “room 105”.

“What?”, I asked.

“Get inside and go to room 105, that’s where he’s waiting for you.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

“Get your ass inside now, you don’t want to be late or who knows what he’ll do.”

My mind raced, I didn’t know what to do, but I slowly opened the door and got out of the car and she pulled away, leaving me standing there. Almost in a trance, I walked towards the motel and found myself standing in front of room 105. I knocked and could hear movement inside and then the door opened. There was a good looking man about my age standing there and he looked at me and said, “Get on your knees.”

I looked around and started to try to walk into the room first, but he just repeated, “Get on your knees.”

I was standing on the front entryway, in plain view of the street and anyone in the parking lot. There were some other people on the balcony farther down, but I slowly dropped to my knees as he’d told me.

“What are you doing here?”, he asked.

“You told me to meet you here.”

“I know I told you to meet me here, but why did you?”

“I couldn’t help it”, I replied.

“Because you’re a slut and you want my cum, don’t you”, he barked, loud enough for the people down the hall to hear.

“Yes”, I replied meekly.

“What, I didn’t hear you”, he said back, again in a rather loud voice.

“Because I’m a slut and I want your cum”, I said loud enough to satisfy him and, to my embarrassment, to catch the attention of the people down the hall.

“Then crawl in, slut”

I crawled into the room on my knees. He took a couple of steps back so that he was standing next to the bed and told me to unbuckle his pants. I could see the bulge in his pants and my hands shook as I undid his belt and pulled down his zipper. I reached around his waist and started to slide his pants and underwear down. I could feel the knot in my stomach clenching tightly as I lifted the front of his underwear to free his cock as I slid them down. His cock was big and beautiful, just as he’d told us and as my eyes fixed on it, my head bent involuntarily forward to take it into my mouth. His hand went quickly to my forehead to keep me from it and a small moan escaped me. He took his cock in his hand and brushed it along my cheek. He slowly rubbed his hot cock all over my face, eliciting one long whimper from me.

“Do you want to suck it?” he teased.

“Please, let me suck it.”

“I’m not sure you really want it”, he teased again.

“Oh, please, I want your cock. I want to suck it til you cum all over me. Please, Ankara escort please let me suck your cock.”

“Open your mouth and stick out your tongue, slut, but don’t you dare suck it.”

I opened my mouth and stuck my tongue out, wanting his hot cock in my mouth more than anything. He wiped the head of his cock slowly along my tongue and again I moaned quietly. He stuck his cock into my mouth and slowly slid it back and forth, not letting me suck on it. I could taste it and wanted it so badly that my balls ached and I thought I would cum in my pants.

“Yea, you’re a little cock sucking whore, listen to you moan”, he taunted. He continued to slowly slide his cock in and out of my mouth and I could taste the musky flavor of his cock and feel the heat of it. My face was flush with excitement and I could feel the throbbing of my own cock when he finally said, “Suck it.”

My mouth closed over his cock and I began to suck it ravenously. “Yea, suck my cock, slut. Suck it good. I’m going to cum all over you you whore. That’s want you want, isn’t it?”

“Mmmmm”, I moaned.

He pushed me away from him, “Tell me that’s want you want slut!”

“Please, that’s want I want. Let me suck your cock until you cum all over me. I’ll do anything you want, please.”

“That’s right, you’ll do anything I want. You’re my fucking slave, now suck my cock.”

I lunged back at him, needing his cock back in my mouth. Feverishly, I sucked his cock, bobbing my head up and down on it in rhythm with my hand stroking up and down the length of his fat shaft. He reached over and drew back the curtain on the front window of the room. I didn’t care, I couldn’t have stopped sucking him even if I’d told myself that I wanted to. Even when I realized that the people that had been down the hall were now standing in front of the window, I couldn’t bring myself to take his cock out of my mouth. There were three of them, all men, standing there at the window watching, staring in amazement and fascination. They were each rubbing their cocks through their pants and my master turned to be sure that they got a good view. I could feel his cock start to grow even harder and I knew I was about to get my first taste of cum.

“Lean against the bed”, he groaned. I shifted around on the floor so that I was sitting next to the bed and leaning back against it. He stood in front of me and then leaned into me, his hands extended on the bed behind me and began to fuck my face. His back was now to the window and the men could see his ass move back and forth as he shoved his cock in and out of my mouth.

“Don’t you swallow it”, he croaked as I felt his body tense. I felt the first huge rush of cum shoot into my mouth. I couldn’t have taken another drop in my mouth without swallowing or choking when he pulled his cock out and stroked it quickly. Spurt after spurt shot out of his cock, landing hot on my face. I whimpered, and cum began to pour from my swollen prick, filling my pants.

He stepped away and I could see the three guys still looking in the window as I sat there on the floor with my mouth full of cum and more dripping down my face. “Open your mouth”, he commanded. I leaned my head back, my eyes closing, savoring the erotic taste and feel of the cum all over me, I opened my mouth so that the guys at the window could see the cum filling it to overflowing. “Now you can swallow it slut!”

The guys stared in through the window as I drank down the hot load in my mouth. I could feel two sharp throbs of my cock, forcing more cum out of me in response to the arousal of swallowing down Ankara escort bayan that cum while they stared.

“Now go to the door and invite them in. Tell them you need more”

Again, or still, in a daze, I went to the door and opened it. “Please, come in. I need more cock. I need all the cum you can give me.”

The men hurried through the door and my master told me, “First, sit in the chair so I can show them what a whore you are.” I went to the chair in the corner and sat down, while the four of them watched me.

“You came in your pants from sucking me, didn’t you?”.

“Yes”, I croaked.

“Open up your pants and show them how turned on you got from me cumming in your face.”

I unbuckled my pants and pulled my pants and underwear down past my still hard, but fading cock. The cum was all over my cock and my underwear and strings of it stretched obscenely as I pulled my underwear away from my cock.

“Wipe yourself up, you disgusting slut.”

I wiped my hand over my crotch collecting as much of the cum that had spilled there as I could.

“Now lick your hand clean.” Said one of the men that was standing there.

Obediently, I licked the cum from my hand as my master told me to take off my clothes.

“Now get on the bed and you’re going to get the fucking a whore deserves.”

I laid back on the bed, but he told me to get on my hands and knees.

As I turned and got onto all fours, my cock dangled heavily under me and could feel it growing hard again. I looked over and watched them undress and my cock began to throb and my asshole ached to be fucked. The first guy came around in front of me and before I new even what was happening, he shoved his cock into my mouth. His cock was rock hard from watching my command performance and he began to roughly fuck my face. He reached under me and grabbed hold of my nipples and began tugging on them, pulling me forward as he thrust his hips and shoved his cock down my throat. I had to quickly relax my throat to keep from choking, but it was obvious that he didn’t care. My mouth was just a hole for him to use. I was only more turned on by being used so roughly and the tugging on my nipples made me ache for even more. I felt the cold sensation of lube on my ass and the pressing of a cock quickly followed it. I forced my ass back onto it, trying everything to satisfy the aching in my balls. I felt the hard cock slide slowly into me and hips soon pressing against my ass. He grabbed my hips and soon there was a rhythm with me slamming back and forth between the cock in my mouth and the one in my ass.

I could hear the whirring of a video camera, but was too immersed in my primal lust to care. The man in my mouth couldn’t stand it for long and I felt him pulse and his cum began to pour into my mouth. I swallowed as much as I could and he pulled out and left the rest dripping down my chin and mixing with the load on my face. When he stepped away, I could see that two of the other guys couldn’t wait their turn and there was one bent over in front of me, getting his ass fucked by the other. I moaned at the sight as I watched and felt the cock continuing to saw in and out of my ass.

The man that had cum in my mouth handed me something and told me to wipe the cum off my face. I didn’t really want to wipe the cum off my face and it seemed strange that he would let me, when I realized that he’d handed me my cum soaked underwear. “Wipe it”, he commanded.

I wiped the underwear around my face, mostly smearing the cum all over, but wiping some up too. He took the underwear from me and Escort Ankara put it on the bed in front of me and forced me face down into it. I dropped from all fours to be on my knees with my face buried in the bed. The man that was fucking me leaned forward and began to fuck me even harder, forcing my face down into the bed. I could feel my face slide around in the puddle of cum that I was forced into and I could feel the cock in my ass swell with arousal of what they were forcing me to do.

The first hot spurts of cum blasted inside my ass and I moaned into the sticky mess in my face. He quickly pulled out and shot gob after gob onto my back and I just moaned helplessly. As he slowly recovered from his orgasm, he reached forward and grabbed me by the hair. He lifted my head to watch the last of the orgasm that the man in front of me was having. He grabbed the hips of the guy he was fucking and I could see him convulse for what seemed like forever. By the time he stepped back, I could see the cum running out of the ass and down the leg of the guy bent over in front of me. As soon as the guy that was being fucked began to recover, he turned and backed into me. He pushed his ass back towards me and I couldn’t help but extend my tongue to lick the cum from around his hole. I heard him moan and my cock throbbed even more in response.

“Yea, clean up his ass good you little cum slut”, I heard my master spit.

I could see from the corner of my eye that he was still filming, but I still didn’t care. All I could think about was satisfying my lust. I licked greedily at the cum flowing steadily out of his ass and licked up and down his thighs. Moaning with each mouthful that I swallowed. When I’d thoroughly cleaned him, he moved around behind me and flipped me over onto my back. He lifted my legs and put them over his shoulders and I watched his huge cock push against my ass. He dropped onto me, sinking his cock all the way to his balls, forcing a short gasp out of me. “Oh god, yea, fuck me hard”, I blurted.

“Someone put a cock in this slut’s mouth to shut him up”, he called to the others.

They all seemed to be revived again by then and my master set the camera on the table to film as they all piled onto the bed around me. The guy fucking me was the only one in the room that hadn’t cum yet and he seemed to be taking it out on my ass. He grabbed my ankles, forcing them even farther back, lifting my ass up off the bed and he slammed his hips forward, throwing all of his weight onto me and shoving the full length of his cock into me with each thrust.

I was suddenly surrounded by all three of the other guys and I quickly took a cock in each hand, guiding one to my mouth. I tried to pleasure all of them at once, raising my ass to meet his forceful thrusts and stroking and sucking every cock I could reach. They each told me what a dirty slut I was and that they were going to finish using me until there was nothing left. I felt my cock begin a slow contraction and I was so used up that the cum began to slowly pour from my cock in a steady stream rather than a convulsive spurt. I felt the guy in my ass swell impossibly harder and his cock throb before I felt his hot cum squirt inside me. It seemed that each of the cocks over me began to throb and cum in unison, each of them shooting huge loads all over my face and body. The guy fucking my ass slid slowly out of me and dropped my legs, which fell limply against the bed.

My arms splayed out to my sides and I was barely conscious as they got dressed and left. It was an hour later before I realized that I was lying on the bed in full view of the window, with cum dripping from my ass and covered from my head to my thighs with more cum than I’d ever imagined. My wife was sitting in the chair in the corner, waiting for me to wake up, holding a videocassette.

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The night after our new experience of jerking each other off, I spent the night at Scott’s house. This wasn’t unusual, but normally, whenever one of us slept over at the others house, we stayed in the guest room. Tonight, Scott’s older brother was in town for the weekend and he was using the guest room, which made Scott and I have to sleep together in his full size bed.

All evening during dinner and TV time, I kept get an on-again-off-again hard-on, reflecting back to the time in the cave and the two of us jerking each other off at the same time. I kept imagining the feel of his legs crossing over and under mine, our upper thighs resting on each other, the smooth feel of his hand on my cock and the wonderful warmth I felt with my hand wrapped around his cock. I noticed from time to time that Scott was shifting himself around, obviously having the same problem I was.

About midnight, Scott’s two sisters and his younger brother headed to bed. The two girls shared a room that was directly across from Scott’s. David, his little brother, had the room next door to Scott. The walls were very thin, so I didn’t expect to be able to get any relief from my aching cock until morning when we could head to the cave again.

About thirty minutes later, I said I was tired too and then Scott agreed. We both went to his room, which unfortunately did not have a lock, and stripped down to our underwear, climbed into bed and killed the lights. With the lights off it was pitch black in his room. His windows had very dark blue drapes and didn’t allow any light into the room.

My cock was hard as a rock and was very uncomfortable inside my tight baby blue underwear. Scott was shifting from time to time too. Finally, after about thirty minutes or so and deciding that the other kids would probably be asleep now, I spoke about our time in the cave.

“Man! I can’t get it out of my mind. Our great jerk-off session this afternoon! My cock is hard as a rock right now!”

Scott whispered, “Mine too! I think I’m going to take of my underwear, maybe that will help.” With that, I could feel him moving around. Then I decided to follow suit and stripped out of my undies too. My cock ached even more that I knew we were both naked and only inches apart.

About five minutes later Scott whispered, “Shit! That didn’t help!”

“Me either! Actually, it’s even harder now!”

“Mine too,” Scott said. “You wanna do anything?” He asked.

“Sure, but what about your brother? Think he’ll hear us?” I asked in a soft whisper.

Scott was quiet for a few minutes then said, “I think he’ probably asleep by now. I haven’t heard a sound come from over there.”

“Cool. Why don’t you go get us a towel,” I suggested.

“I can’t!” He informed me.

“Why?”

“‘Cause my dick is hard as a rock and someone might see me tenting my shorts. Then how would I explain that?” he replied.

“Wuss!” I teased, “No ones’ gonna notice that little cock!”

“Screw you!” he exclaimed, “We both know it’s thicker than yours!”

I laughed as quietly as I could, “Yea, well thicker maybe, but not longer!”

He laughed too. Then I had a thought. “Hey man, I DARE you to go get the towel naked!”

“What? Are you nuts?” he replied, seaming shocked by my dare.

“Come on, I double dare you!”

“Okay, if I do, what do I get?” he asked.

I Ankara escort hadn’t expected that, so I had no instant response.

“Well,” he said, impatiently.

I decided to turn the tables and asked, “What do you want?”

Now he sat quietly for a few minutes.

It was my turn to be impatient, “Well?”

“If I do it, then you have to walk to the kitchen and get us a couple of cokes…naked!” He finally replied.

I thought for a minute, and then decided what the hell. Who would be up? I thought to myself. So, I replied, “deal.” Then added, “but, if I do that, then you will owe me!”

“Fine,” he said. He then slid out of the bed and I heard the door creak open. From the small amount of light coming in from the hall I could see he wasn’t kidding about his cock. It was sticking straight out, hard as a bat. He darted out of the room and was back in less than a minute.

He tossed the towel towards the bed, pulling the door closed and said, “You’re up!”

“No kidding. Oh, you mean to go to the kitchen,” I added laughing.

He sat down on the bed, his legs brushing up against mine. A chill ran through me, causing my already aching cock to stretch out even more. I reached down and ran my hand up his leg, feeling goose bumps pop up as I slid my hand all the way to his cock. I gave it a gentle squeeze and said, “Don’t lose this; I’ll be back in a second.”

I then climbed over him and headed out the door, listening carefully before stepping into the hall. I quickly, but carefully, headed down the hall towards the kitchen. There were only two rooms and a bathroom that I had to walk past. One room was the guest room, which I could see had the door standing open. I slowed down and carefully peaked in. To my surprise and shock, Danny, Scott’s older brother, was not in there! The next room was the den and I could see the dreaded blue glow coming from the doorway, which meant the TV was on and someone was in there, probably Danny.

I quietly walked to the edge of the doorway and looked in. The TV was on, but I didn’t see Danny. However, I couldn’t see the couch either and I had to assume that he was lying down watching the tube. The movie was obviously on HBO as there was a nude girl standing in front of a bed, where there was a nude guy waiting on her.

Deciding that Danny was on the couch, I slipped past the doorway and turned into the kitchen. My heart was racing and my breathing was steadily getting faster and my cock was straining even more than before. I felt that if I touched it, I would explode! I quietly opened the refrigerator door, the light came on illuminating my naked body, which only added to my extreme excitement. I grabbed two cokes, closed the door and began my trek back to Scott’s room.

I didn’t stop at all this time, I blew past the den and the guest room and shot straight into Scott’s room, pushing the door shut behind me.

“What the hell took you so long?” he asked.

“Shhhhhh! Your big brother is in the den watching TV!” I replied, out of breath.

“Really? Did he see you?”

“No! I think he was asleep on the couch, watching some R rated show on HBO.” I answered, still breathing hard. I sat the cokes on the nightstand and climbed back onto the bed. As I did, my dripping cock dragged across Scott’s outstretched legs. “I see it didn’t bother you any, the chance of getting caught Ankara escort bayan I mean,” he said.

“No, it didn’t. Actually, I think my cock is even harder than before!” I replied.

Scott fumbled around in the dark, searching for my cock and gave it the same kind of squeeze I had given his. “You’re right! It’s very hard!”

“Mmmm. That feels nice,” I responded.

“Well now what?” he asked, gently stroking my hard-on.

“I think we both need relief,” I replied, reaching for his cock.

“Okay, let me jerk you off first,” he said, “lay down.”

I lay down and let him begin his stroking. He didn’t start of slow, as he usually does, he was stroking my cock quickly and had a tight grip. I knew I wouldn’t last much longer, as my cock was already throbbing. After about five minutes, I felt my balls tightening up and knew I was about to cum. I reached my hand out and stopped his in mid stroke.

“Wait! I want to cum on your ass!” I said.

“Cool, move over!” he responded. I moved aside and Scott laid face down on the towel. I wanted to do something different, so I straddled the small of his back, facing away from him. I eased the head of my cock forward until I could feel the crack of his butt. I placed the head of my dick firmly into the top of his crack and began to jerk off, leaning forward a bit to insure my cum would land where I wanted it.

Scott was moaning and said, “Damn! That feels cool!” His breathing was ragged and his words were whispered between breathes.

I felt my cum begin to rise, so I took my left hand and placed it at the bottom of his crack, forcing his legs to open a little wider. He moaned again and then my cum began to spurt out of the head of my cock, filling his tight crack and coating the sides of his ass cheeks. I continued to shoot and could feel my cum damming up on my left hand. There was a large river of cum filling the crack of his butt.

Scott was moaning softly and whispered, “Man, that is so cool, your cum is so hot.”

“Do you want to smear it around on your butt?” I asked, hoping for a yes.

“Oh, yea, that would be cool!” an even better response.

I then took my left hand that was serving as the make-shift dam and drug it towards me, forcing the river of cum to flood up onto the globes of his ass. His room was so dark, I could barely make out the outline of his cute butt. I reached down with both hands and began to slowly massage my cum into his butt cheeks. I took my right index finger and traced it along his smooth crack, feeling the cum slide around in it. As I drug my finger over his tight, little hole, he moaned slightly. I decided to linger in that area, dragging my finger back and forth across the tiny hole, never getting more than a half an inch on either side of it. He moaned lightly with each tiny stroke across his hole.

With my left hand, I continued to spread the sticky cum all over his butt cheeks. I reached below his butt and scooped up the cum that had slid down onto his balls, which got a deeper moan. My right index finger was still playing around his little hole.

I realized that the head of my cock was resting in its original place, the top of his ass, twitching each time I heard a moan.

After several minutes, I decided to concentrate solely on his hole. My finger was now making tiny circles directly over it, lightly Escort Ankara pressing down. I kept this up for some time and could feel Scott getting goose bumps on his butt and back as I gently pushed the very tip of my finger into his butt. I didn’t push far, only letting the very tip sit inside. I wiggled my finger around, not going in, not pulling out.

His moaning was now constant. I finally broke the silence and asked, “Does that feel good?”

“Yea,” was the breathless reply.

“You like my cum on your ass?”

“Yea.”

“Do you like my finger touching your butthole?”

“Oh yea,” he said, moaning.

I then slowly pulled the tip out and his ass was instantly covered with goose bumps again. I then slowly pushed it back, this time a little further, almost half of the finger tip was in his butt. It felt like his butt was trying to pull my finger in further, so not wanting to freak him out, I pulled back. But before I could get my finger out, he raised his ass up, forcing my finger to slide deeper inside him. He couldn’t raise up much, with me still sitting on his back, so I asked him if he wanted more.

His reply was, “yes!”

I then slid my finger in a little more, now it was up to my first knuckle. Sensing he was still liking this, I went in further pushing a bit harder until my finger was completely inside his butt. My cock was hard again and he let out a sigh and said, “Don’t move it! I think I might cum if you do.”

I grinned to myself and slowly started pulling out until it was about half way out, then I pushed back in. After finger fucking him three more times he started to cum. His entire body was shaking and he begged me to stop. I slowly pulled my finger out of his butt and he rolled over. The entire lower part of his stomach and the towel were covered in his cum.

“Man! I just blew my load and I never touched my dick!” He said, his breathing shallow.

“Bullshit! You were jerking off when you had your butt up,” I replied.

“NO! I swear! I didn’t touch it! I just started shooting and couldn’t stop!”

I reached towards him and smeared the cum all around his tummy. I was still not too sure about what had made him cum, but he had.

“That sucks! I didn’t get to jerk you off,” I complained.

“Who cares? You made me cum!” He exclaimed.

“Well, I think you owe me big time now!”

“Yea, I probably do. Man, that was really cool. You’re not going to say anything about fingering my ass are you?” He asked.

“I guess not, as long as I get to do it again!” I replied, laughing.

“Anytime!” He said, “and I’ll return the favor if you want.”

We folded the towel up and laid back down and soon drifted off. I woke the next morning around nine and we were both laying face down naked, with the sheet around the foot of the bed. That wasn’t a big deal. The big deal was that the door was open about a foot, meaning someone had already seen us! I quickly reached down and pulled the sheet over us, waking him.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Did you do that?” I asked, pointing to the door.

“OH CRAP! NO!”

Well, someone had seen us. We snuck over to the door and listened carefully. We could hear his older brother, his little brother and his mom. It made sense that his little brother might have been the one, since he had to walk past the room to get to the kitchen. We were both scared now and decided to just act cool and not do anything outside of the cave again. We quickly dressed, headed to the kitchen, where no one said anything. Whoever it was must have planned on using it against us later.

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I was attending my first year of college at a small college where I had received a scholarship in swimming. I am bisexual, but not open about it and did not want anyone at school to know that I also liked men.

Being in great shape with a lean, hard body I had no problems finding women but did not want a serious relationship, so I had several “friends with benefits” that kept me happy. Since I wanted to keep my love of cock a secret, I quickly discovered the gay area in a medium sized town about an hour from campus. I would drive to town and visit the gay clubs to dance and grind with hot men.

I’m a total bottom and avid cocksucker who loves the taste of cum. I loved to go dancing with all the hot guys and find someone to give a hot blowjob to or to go to their house for some hot man on man action. I would also wear panties or thongs when I went dancing and when things got hot on the dance floor I would take my shirt off and people could see the strings of my thong or my panties over the top of my pants. Lots of guys liked that and there were few times when I couldn’t find a hot cock to suck by the end of the night.

My favorite club had a large dance floor with a balcony that went around three sides of the dance floor that had tables and was very dark. Frequently, there were older men in their 30’s & 40’s hanging out in the balcony watching the hot younger men dance. I would sometimes receive a free drink and an invitation from an older man to join him on the balcony. Now let me tell you that I am more attracted to older men, so I always accepted and would go check out the person sending me a drink in hopes of finding him attractive and being a total top.

Late in the spring of my first year, I received a note from one of my professors in my college mail box requesting we meet in his office during his normal office hours. I wasn’t sure what it could be about since I knew I was doing fine in his class and had turned in everything that was due. I had a lab the next day that went through his office hours so it wasn’t until the following day that I could stop in to see him.

There was a cute upperclass coed in his office when I arrived and they were talking about the last test where apparently she had not scored very high. He waved me to a sofa along one wall of his office and I went over and took a seat. I sat back and relaxed and quickly tuned them out. I was surprised to hear my name a few minutes later and realized I was just volunteered to tutor her. She glanced at me and gave me a quick once over and I thought to myself that she was prettier than I had first thought. We exchanged numbers and I agreed to call her in a day or so for us to meet up at the library to begin studying. She left and closed the door behind her.

“I want you to know that I’m pleased by your efforts in my class.” he started off. “I also want to reassure you that what I ask you next in no way affects your standing in my class.”

I was clearly puzzled and I’m sure it showed on my face, so he continued.

“I realize this may embarrass you, but please know that I have no ill intentions or mean to place you in an awkward position.” he said.

Still clearly puzzled, I could only say “ok”.

He handed me a folded piece of paper that contained only an address when I opened it and read it.

I looked back at him and he said “I was pleasantly surprised the other weekend when I was visiting one of my favorite clubs and drinking on the balcony in privacy, just watching everyone dance and have a good time, when I noticed someone I recognized.”

My mouth went dry and my heart must have stopped! I remember thinking that I would have to transfer, and would lose my scholarship, everything!

He held up a hand and said “Don’t panic, your secret is safe with me. I promise that I will never speak of this with another person. I gave you my address so we can talk about it in privacy where no one will ever know.”

He continued “If you decide you do not wish to talk, then I will forget this conversation ever happened and you have my word of my discretion and I will appreciate yours for not mentioning that I frequent that establishment.”

I was still speechless and in shock and could only sit there in disbelief.

He said “If you do decide to come to my house, I would greatly enjoy talking with you. I realize this is a shock to you and thought this was the best way for us to talk about it. Imagine our mutual surprise if we met at the club and both panicked!”

I meekly nodded as he continued “I do not want my secret known either and do like that club, so the chance of us meeting by accident is very high. I thought it best for us to discuss it in a comfortable setting so we can both be at ease to see how we work this out to both our advantages.”

He stood up and said “I have another class in a few minutes so I must be going. I know you are shocked and need some time to think. I will be home every night this week by 6pm and you are free to come over anytime after that. Again, if you decide not to come and just talk, then this conversation Ankara bayan escort never happened and I will never say anything about it again. Thank you for coming to see me and I hope that you are not too shocked.”

I took that as my cue, stood up and quickly left his office. I hurried from the building and back to my dorm room, locking myself into my room to think things over. First, he must be gay, bi or curious to even be at that club. As I calmed down a little and began to think more, it made sense for him to approach me as he did since any other way of us meeting would have been sudden and I surely would have panicked.

I tried to think of the last time I was at the club. It must have been about two weekends ago, and I remember it was one of the times I was dancing with my shirt off and was wearing a red thong. I also remember that I was dancing a lot with an older guy and gave him a blowjob in his car that night. My professor must have seen me wearing my thong, grinding on the dance floor with him and even may have seen us leave together. He must know that I like older guys so it makes sense that he would approach me.

If what he said was true, then he was trying to prevent a mistake by us meeting by chance and both our secrets get out. I began to feel a little better as I thought things out. I did not go over to his house that night and decided that I would wait until I had attended his next class to see how he acted. I didn’t have his class until the following day and spent most of my time thinking of ways that would allow me to protect my secret from my room mate, friends, and all of campus.

The next day, I was very nervous walking into the professor’s classroom. I took my usual seat and waited as the classroom filled with other students. No one was giving me any stares so I took that as a good sign. The professor walked in just before class began, walked over to his desk and began to organize his papers. He then started his lecture without even a glance in my direction. I was oblivious to what he was saying and certainly took no notes that day. He was totally into his lecture and I began to just watch him.

He was in his late 30’s I assumed, looked reasonably fit in slacks, dress shirt and tie, had a full head of black hair and looked to be about 6 feet tall. I found myself thinking that he was attractive and that I would easily dance with him at the club. I even began to get hard thinking of grinding into him on the dance floor.

Before I knew it, class was over and people were filing out of the classroom. I quickly gathered my things and walked out without looking at him and went to my next class. The rest of the day I kept thinking of him and whether or not I was going to go to his home that night or not. I also kept fantasizing about what would happen at his house. Did he want to seduce me or just talk?

The more I thought about it the more I kept thinking that I wanted him to seduce me and kept getting erections throughout the day. I decided that I would go to his house and hear what he has to say, but thought my fantasies were kind of silly. I would listen to him and that he would probably just talk about us being at the same club and that I was not to talk to him if we met at a club.

That evening I took a shower and got myself presentable, although I hardly wear anything besides shorts and tee shirts at college. I did put on a small red thong just in case my fantasies were true, but did not think things would come to that. Around 7pm, I left my dorm and drove over to the address he gave me and sat in the car for a few minutes building up my nerve to knock on the door. After a few moments, I decided it was now or never and got out and walked up to his front door and pressed the doorbell.

I waited and no one answered. I pressed the doorbell again and was ready to walk back to my car when I heard the locks being opened and my professor opened the door wearing exercise shorts and a sweaty tee shirt and seemed surprised to see me.

“Hello there.” He said “I was on my rowing machine and listening to music and wasn’t sure if that was the doorbell or not. Come in please.”

I stepped in and he shut and locked the door and I followed him into his family room.

“Thank you for coming, I’m wasn’t at all sure you would come by.” He said “Make yourself comfortable, there is the remote, and I have soda, beer or wine in the kitchen right through that door. I’m going to change into something not quite so sweaty.”

I helped myself to a beer and sat on a large comfortable sofa and flipped through a few channels before he reappeared in sweatpants and a new tee shirt with a glass of wine. He sat down in an easy chair while I muted the TV.

“David, thank you again for coming tonight, I know this must have caught you by surprise.” he began

“Please know that what I said before is true, I will never speak of this with anyone and will appreciate you not speaking of it either. No one at the school is aware that I am bisexual and I plan to keep it that way.”

“I understand Professor” I replied.

“Please, Escort bayan Ankara David, just call me Steve here at the house.” he told me “Professor is for class, but here in this setting I prefer Steve.”

“Yes Prof.., uh Steve.” was all I could say.

“Well” he began “I am bisexual as I said, and did see you a couple of weekends ago and did not want us to meet by accident and have you tell your friends that you saw me at the club. I thought this was a private way of us talking and I could tell by your reaction in my office that you do not want people to know either.”

“Thank you Steve” was my brilliant reply.

“Would you like another beer David?” he asked.

“Yes please” I answered and he got up to get me another beer.

He returned with a beer for me and another glass of wine for himself and sat back down.

“I do enjoy watching the younger men dance at the club, so please feel free to say hello if we meet there one weekend, but please just call me Steve and not Professor.” he said jokingly. “How often do you go there?”

“I try to go on weekends when there are no swim meets or anything fun going on at campus” I replied, feeling more comfortable now. “But its an hours drive from campus so I don’t usually drink too much so I can drive back.”

He laughed and said “I usually stay at a downtown hotel for the weekend so I don’t have to make that drive so late at night. So tell me David, what about you, are you gay or bisexual?”

“I’m bisexual as well.” I answered “I date a few girls on campus, but like men as well obviously, but I just don’t want anyone at school to know I’m bi.”

“I understand.” he said “Your secret is safe with me. May I ask you some more questions?”

“Sure Steve.” I answered.

“Please don’t be embarrassed, but I’m interested to know what you like to do with men.” he asked “I am versatile but prefer to top and do like oral as well as other things. “I’m just curious what other people like so I thought this was a good setting to ask.”

Wow! I thought. I’ve never been able to talk about this with anyone so openly before. Without thinking about it too much I just answered him.

“I’m a bottom.” I blurted out “I like oral a lot and when I go to the club I get really horny dancing with all the guys.”

He laughed in a good-natured kind of way. “I understand, it does have a very sexual feeling watching those guys dance.” he said and then asked “Another beer?”

“Sure thing Steve.” I relied.

I got up and followed him into the kitchen as he handed me another beer. He poured himself another glass of wine and we stood around his kitchen island and sipped our drinks and chatted about some of the things we’d seen happen at the club.

“David, how did you first know that you liked men?” he asked me.

“Well, that’s a long story.” I replied “But, now that I’m in college, its been kinda hard to find anyone except at the clubs and many only want quick hookups so its been tough to find anything that lasts. Quick hookups are fun, but doesn’t lend itself to exploring more if you know what I mean.”

“Absolutely!” He said “Exploring is the best part of sex! Without that we would all just do the same thing each time, while fun, is not very satisfying for long. I enjoy all types of sex to explore and find new exciting ways to have fun.”

We wondered back into the family room and sat down together on the sofa. I kept my hand over my crotch to cover my growing bulge as we continued to have an excellent and open conversation about gay and bi lifestyles. We talked about condoms, lubricant, shaving, and even oral techniques. I became more and more comfortable and even told him that I love the taste of cum and that I get really turned on by a nice hard cock in front of me and feel like such a slut when sucking a cock.

He laughed and patted my on my knee. When he tilted his glass back to finish the last of his wine, I looked down at his crotch and noticed that he had a nice bulge in his sweatpants. I found myself licking my lips and got up to get another beer. I asked him if he wanted more wine as I walked to the kitchen.

He followed me and I handed him the wine bottle and took a seat on a stool behind the kitchen island to hide my growing hard on. He walked up behind me and I felt his hand at the back of my shorts.

“I see you wore a thong tonight.” he said “Do you wear them all the time? I’ve seen you wear these at the club. I must say they are quite sexy.”

OMG! My shirt must have pushed up and exposed my thong. I remember thinking that I should be embarrassed but just turned to face him as he stood next to me. I could clearly see his sweatpants tenting from his erection and just told myself to hell with it, go for it!

I reached out and slowly rubbed his cock through his sweatpants and said “I only wear them when I think there is a chance of something happening.”

He leaned in and we kissed. He was a great kisser, his lips were soft and when he slipped his tongue between my lips, I sucked on it like it was a cockhead. Bayan escort Ankara My hand rubbed the bulge in his sweatpants and I could tell he had a very nice cock. He had one hand on the back of my head as we kissed and the other was rubbing my thigh. I wanted his cock right then and there.

When I began to pull down his sweatpants, he broke the kiss and grabbed my hand and pulled me up off the stool.

“Lets go somewhere more comfortable.” he said.

He led me from the kitchen and through the family room to a large set of double doors. He open them and stepped aside as I entered his master bedroom. He had a large king bed in the center of the far wall. He had mirrored closet doors that were to the side of the bed and nice furniture spread around the room. He walked up behind me and I felt his hands lift my shirt. I raised my arms as he pulled my shirt over my head and then felt him step close to me and run his hands over my chest and down my stomach. I also felt his cock press against my ass as he began to kiss the back of my neck. His hands continued down my stomach to the top of my shorts and I felt him undo the button and then slide the zipper down. As my baggy shorts fell to my ankles, I stepped out them and my flip-flops leaving me in just a tiny red thong with my fully hard cock head pushing up past the waistband.

I turned to face him and we kissed again and I grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it. He raised his arms as I lifted his shirt over his head as we kissed deeply. His hands were on both of my bare ass cheeks, kneading them and pulling me close to him so our cocks were grinding against each other. My hands went down his back and I began to kiss his neck and chest. I flicked my tongue across his nipples and sucked on each one briefly. I dropped to my knees and pressed my face against his crotch, feeling the outline of his engorged cock against my face. I reached to his waistband and slowly pulled his sweatpants over his cock and pushed them down. I just stared at his beautiful 8 inch cock as I helped him step out of his sweatpants. His perfect purplish cockhead was pointing straight up and his thick shaft had a nice upward curve. His balls were large and completely shaved.

I kissed his balls and licked them, taking each one into my mouth and gently tongued them. I then licked and kissed along his shaft to his cockhead. There was some pre-cum leaking from his slit and I gently licked it off. I slowly stroked his shaft as I sucked his balls again, before licking more pre-cum from him. I used just my tongue on his cockhead, licking all his pre-cum before taking just the head into my mouth.

I used my tongue to massage the bottom of his head as I slowly sucked more of his cock into my eager mouth. His pre-cum tasted so good, I knew that I wanted his cum but wanted to make this last and to give him my very best blowjob. I slowly sucked more of him into my mouth each time I went down and then came back to lick more pre-cum from his slit.

Pretty soon I was taking all of him into my mouth and milking his cock with my lips and tongue. Both of my hands were on his ass, spreading his ass cheeks apart and lightly toying with his ass as I sucking him greedily. I loved feeling like such a slut kneeling before him in only a thong with his cock deep in my mouth. I couldn’t wait for him to feed me his load of hot cum. His hands were light on my head letting me work his cock at my own pace and I could look up and see him breathing heavier.

I used one hand to gently knead his balls and held onto his leg with my other hand as I began to suck him faster. I moved my hand from his balls to the base of his cock and tightly gripped it to act like a cock ring and sucked him deep and strong a few times and I felt his cock get even harder. I knew he was close to cumming and kept my grip on him and kept sucking at the same pace until I felt him begin to tremble. I kept his cockhead in my mouth and now began to stroke him firmly and felt the first big spurt of hot, tasty cum explode from his cock.

I kept stroking him and sucking his cockhead as he unleashed spurt after spurt into my mouth. This is what I loved the most, the feel of hot silky smooth cum gliding over my tongue before I swallow it and getting another spurt in return. He spurted a few more times before I pulled his cock from my mouth and began to lick the underside of his cock as a little bit more cum leaked out. I thoroughly kept licking and lightly sucking as I milked every bit of cum from his balls. When his cock began to deflate, he pulled back and leaned down and gave me a deep kiss. His tongue pushed into my mouth and I knew he could taste his own cum. I felt every bit the slut and loved it.

He broke the kiss and pulled me to my feet and we walked over to his bed. He gently pushed me down on the bed on my back and stepped between my legs and lay on top of me as we continued to kiss. He kissed my neck and throat. He kissed further down and spent several minutes sucking and gently biting each nipple which drove me crazy. He kissed his way down my stomach to the very hard cock that was sticking up from the top of my thong. I had leaked a large amount of pre-cum and he gently licked it from my cockhead and stomach. He teased me by not pulling my cock completely from my thong, but only licked my protruding cockhead.

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In my ten years as a bra-wearing girl, I’m ashamed to say I’ve never actually gone into a store to be fitted. Not once. So when my bra I’d bought online almost a year ago started hurting me more than helping me, I decided it was about time I face my fears and get a decent fitting bra.

I’d chosen to go to the boutique in the mall that I frequently walked past whenever I went shopping. It was early on a Tuesday afternoon, while most people were at work and the kids were still in school. The less people I had to contend with, the better.

As soon as I walked into the store my nose was assaulted by the strong smell of perfumes hanging in the air. I almost gagged and turned around to walk right back out, when a bubbly salesgirl approached me.

“Hi there, my name is Kristyn. Can I help you with anything today, Hun?”

My mouth popped open shamefully as I gave the girl, Kristyn, a once over. She wore a long flowing black skirt with a slit running up the side from the floor to her waist, a black lacy bralette and a tight fitting blazer. But it wasn’t her looks that caught my attention, it was the fact that she was barely five feet tall, the top of her messy blonde bun reached the top of my nose. She couldn’t be more than fresh out of high school.

“Uh, yeah,” I sputtered, baffled by the fact this girl was more than likely four or five years younger than me. “Actually I was hoping someone could help me find a decent fitting bra.”

Kristyn smiled, white teeth gleaming in the dim light of the boutique. “I can definitely help you out. Now, do you know what size you wear?”

I bit back a grimace. “Well, you know, I’ve never actually been measured or anything. So…”

Kristyn dismissed my hesitation with a flock of her wrist. “Not a problem. Happens way more than you’d think!” Without another question she waved for me to follow her as she headed for the back of the store.

She lead me through the mostly empty store and back through a thick black curtain. Slipping a set of keys off of her wrist, she unlocked one of the many floor-to-ceiling doors to reveal a cozy little room with a lit full length mirror and what looked like an ottoman against the wall.

“Now, I didn’t catch your name,” Kristyn smiled as I squeezed past her into the fitting room.

“Sorry, yeah, my name’s Leah,” I told her as I set my purse down on the floor.

Kristyn closed the door behind her as she joined me. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Leah. Now, if you don’t mind my asking, are you currently wearing any kind of bra?”

I shook my head, my eyes flicking down to where my chest strained against my t-shirt. “No, just a tank top under this.”

Kristyn’s brown eyes assessed my chest as she took a measuring tape out of her pocket. “Alrighty. If you wouldn’t mind taking off your jacket and lifting your arms up, I’ll get your measurements.”

I nodded, shrugging out of my denim jacket and tossing it down with my purse. When I lifted my arms, Kristyn wrapped her measuring tape around my ribs, just below my breasts. Noting the number, she made oved the tape, this time so that it was encircling the swell of my chest, her fingers brushing over my breasts as she overlapped the measuring tape.

When she was done, she rolled the tape back up and tucked it back into her jacket pocket. “Okay, Leah! It looks like you’re a size 34D. Now, I’m going to go grab you a couple things to try on. Any preferences?”

Since hitting puberty, my bras had always been one of three colours: black, white, or beige. I was twenty-five, and I’d never added colour, or worn a push-up bra for fun in my entire life. How pitiful was that?

Feeling a moment of spontaneity, I shrugged my shoulders. “You know what? I’d kinda like something fun and sexy. Surprise me?”

Kristyn grinned as she turned to exit the change room. “You got it! I’ll be right back!”

As the door shut behind her, I settled in on the ottoman to wait.

Never once had I ever thought of looking sexy in my underwear. I was a very closed off girl, always focusing on school and work. I never had too many friends, and I’d only had a couple of boyfriends in college. But I was never concerned with my looks.

A couple quick raps on the door let me know Kristyn had returned. “Come in!” I called as she unlocked the door with her key and slipped inside.

In her hands were three brilliantly coloured bras and matching pairs of panties. Kristyn held them up for me to see. One set was hot pink, another navy blue and the last a red lace covered in rhinestones. All of them were low cut and looked to be very well padded.

“These are some of our more popular styles. My personal favourite is the red, but it’s entirely up to you what you chose,” she smiled sheepishly and handed me the bras. “I also took a guess for your size and brought you some panties to match.”

I took the merchandise from her hands. “Thanks. I think I’m going to try the red.”

Kristyn backed towards the Ankara bayan escort door and hooked a thumb over her shoulder. “We’re not really busy right now, so I’ll be hanging around just out there if you need any help.”

“Awesome. Thanks,” I smiled as she exited the change room. I quickly stripped out of my t-shirt and tank top and slipped on the red lacy bra. The gemstones glittered in the light from the mirror, drawing attention to my now ample breasts that were on display. I knew there were girls who would kill to have breasts like mine, but I never understood why. They served as more of a pain in my back than anything else. But now, standing in front of the mirror in the lacy red bra, I could admit that they looked kind of nice.

I shucked my leggings next, slipping the red lace panties on over my own white cotton ones. It was mostly out of curiosity as to how the pair looked together. Kristyn had guessed right, and gotten me the perfect size.

Looking in the mirror, I actually felt sexy. The only thing that was bugging me now was the straps on the bra that kept falling down over my shoulders.

“Kristyn?” I called hesitantly through the door.

Her answer was almost instantaneous. “How are you doing, Leah?”

“I’m loving this. I was just wondering if maybe you could help me fix these stupid straps.”

“Absolutely,” I heard her laugh lightly through the door before the lock clicked. When she stepped in and closed the door behind her, I noticed her eyes travel over my breasts before looking down at my panties. “You look super sexy, Leah. How does it feel?”

“Honestly, it feels pretty good. Aside from these straps.”

“Of course,” she nodded, stepping up behind me. “Let me fix those for you.”

Her small hands were warm against my shoulder blades as she shortened the straps on the bra. “How’s that?” She asked as she finished.

I rolled my shoulders around, feeling the lightest touch of her hands still hovering over my back. “Um, that’s actually a little too tight.”

“No problem!” She said cheerfully, going back and loosening the straps, her fingertips lingering. “Better?”

I nodded, taking another look in the full length mirror in front of me. Kristyn came around to stand by the mirror, her hands resting on her slim hips.

“Wow,” she murmured, her eyes sweeping over me again. “I’m not lying. You really- you look really fucking sexy in that.”

I was taken aback by the husky lilt in her voice, as well as her reluctance to take her gaze away from my red lace covered chest. I wasn’t used to being stared at, let alone having someone stare at my almost naked chest.

“It’s amazing how good a little sexy lingerie can make you feel, huh?” She commented, her voice low as the corner of her mouth quirked up.

A weird knot was forming low in my stomach, a sensation I wasn’t familiar with. “Uh, yeah. I guess so.”

Kristyn came up behind me then, her fingers trailing up my arms and leaving goosebumps as she watched me in the mirror. “Makes you feel confident, doesn’t it?” She had risen on her toes to set her mouth next to my ear.

“Yeah… well kinda,” I sputtered, my body unwillingly focusing on the goosebumps Kristyn was leaving on my arms. “I mean sure.”

A grin twisted at Kristyn’s lips in the mirror. Her warm, minty breath warmed my ear as she spoke. “You should feel confident. You should feel sexy,” she murmured as her fingers trailed over from my elbows to my stomach. The slowly glided further down, leaving behind a trail of goosebumps and shivers.

I was frozen in my place, completely unaware of what was going on. Why was this girl touching me like this? Why was she whispering in my ear? Why was her touch making me feel… so good?

“Wh- what are you doing?” I asked, my voice growing breathy and shakier. My breath hitched as her fingers trailed downward. When they reached my hips, they stopped, her small hands warming my skin beneath them. I took a tiny breath then, letting my starving lungs breathe.

“I’m letting you know just how… amazing… you look,” she whispered, her hot breath fanning over my neck as brushed my hair to the side. “I’m showing you.” Her fingertips danced across my abdomen, hovering just above the waistband of my panties.

I was trying to figure out how I’d gone from getting a new bra to having this girl’s hands all over me. I had never been touched like this, such light, provocative contact. It felt so good I almost forgot that it was a girl who was touching me.

I’d always found girls pretty, but I’d never thought of them in that way. I’d never fantasized about a girl kissing me or touching me before. But now, standing here while Kristyn’s delicate fingers teased at the elastic of my panties, I was giving it some thought.

“Kristyn,” I murmured, my breaths coming in quick pants. “I don’t know if I’m comfortable with this.”

If I thought she’d pull away at my words, I was mistaken. Instead, she trailed Escort bayan Ankara the tip of her tongue along my shoulder to my ear, suckling on the lobe with her teeth and eliciting a soft moan to escape my lips.

“You look comfortable to me, Leah,” she smiled, eyeing me up in the mirror. “But maybe you could still loosen up a little.”

Before I could ask what she meant, Kristyn slipped her hand underneath the elastic of my panties. My lips parted as I cried out in surprise, but she was quick to latch her free hand over my mouth.

“Shhh,” she whispered, as her fingers carefully massaged the folds between my legs.

A feeling of sheer ecstasy pulsed through my veins as her fingers teased at the flesh of my core. I’d had sex a handful of times before, with men, but this felt different. Kristyn’s hands were soft, her touch meant entirely to please me. And she knew just how to do so, taking her time.

As she dipped a smooth finger inside of me, I moaned loudly into her hand. She laughed lightly, her lips feathering kisses on my neck. “Are you comfortable now, Leah?”

It was all I could do to nod my head, her hand still covering my mouth like I might scream at any moment. Given, when she started gently thrusting her finger into me, I came close to doing just that.

Involuntarily, my hips began rocking forward and pressing harder onto her hand. She laughed again, more husky this time. “Do you like how my finger feels in your little pussy, Leah?”

My head bobbed again as she watched me in the mirror. A Cheshire grin crawled over her face as she slipped another finger up inside of me.

My pussy clenched as she filled me with her fingers. My hips began to roll, rubbing my back end against her front. The tiniest moan left her lips, only adding to the pleasure building inside of me as she pumped her fingers into me.

I rocked my hips harder, hoping to speed things along. However wonderful her thrusts felt, the building pleasure was driving me crazy. My actions were successful as her hand started moving faster in my panties, until I could almost hear the fingers pumping in and out of my opening.

“Cum for me, Leah. Show me how gorgeous you look when you cum,” she encouraged quietly, her eyes never leaving my face in the mirror in front of us.

My eyes fluttered closed as the pleasure reached its high, and I cried out into her hand on my mouth. As my legs began to quiver, I rocked harder against her hand, until I finally felt my release.

When I was finished, Kristyn slowly pulled her fingers out of me and freed her hand from my panties. She brought her hand into the light by my face, where I could see they were glistening with my creamy juices.

She took her fingers in her mouth by my ear, licking them clean before grinning at me in our reflections. Finally taking her hand from my mouth, she brought it behind me and a second later, I felt my bra falling freely down my arms and allowing my breasts to be displayed.

She took the fingers of her other hand out of her mouth with a pop, resting her chin on my shoulder. “Did you like that, Leah? Did you like having my fingers make you cum?”

I nodded slightly as I processed her words in my mind. I’d just allowed this gorgeous girl, who I had only met twenty minutes ago, to get me off in a public dressing room. And I’d liked it.

I’d liked it a lot.

“I should, um, I should get going. Thank you for your help, Kristyn,” I said suddenly. I needed to go home and take a shower. A very cold shower. This wasn’t the kind of girl I was. I didn’t have sex in public, and I certainly didn’t have sex with strangers.

But before I could even lean down to pick up my t-shirt, Kristyn reached out and pinched my nipple between her warm, wet fingers. A moan escaped my lips as I leaned into her.

“I’m not done showing you yet, Leah,” she chuckled huskily, massaging my breasts with her small hands. The size difference was evident, but I didn’t care. It still felt good.

After a moment, Kristyn stepped out from behind me and in turn, shoved me backwards into the wall behind me. Once my back was firmly against the wall, she quickly latched her mouth onto my nipple.

While nipping and suckling at my breasts, Kristyn took the opportunity to shrug off her jacket and drop her skirt, revealing a lacy black bralette and panty set, as well as knee high stocking. She was tiny and didn’t have much in the way of curves, but the sight of her in her lacy undergarments had my own panties growing warm.

Next to hit the floor were my borrowed red lace panties. However, Kristyn quickly scooped them up and stood up, pulling her lips from my nipple with a pop.

She grinned as she took my face in one hand, the other quickly shoving the panties into my mouth. “What I’m going to show you next might make you scream. But I don’t think you want my co-workers coming in here, do you, Leah?”

I was quick to shake my head, the scrunched up panties Bayan escort Ankara staying in my mouth.

With a wink, Kristyn dropped to the floor in front of my, her face coming level with my worn, white panties. She made quick work of them, pulling them down to my ankles and knocking my knees apart to reveal the unshaven mound between my legs.

“Such a pretty pussy,” she murmured as she leaned forward and nuzzled her nose in my curls there.

I moaned into the panties as the tip of her nose brushed against my swollen nub, making me flinch as pleasure exploded low in my belly.

“You’re a clit girl, aren’t you, Leah?” She said huskily as her fingers parted my folds and revealed the bud there. When I said nothing, she took her thumb and gently flicked it over my clit.

I shuddered again, my pussy begging for more. As if she could hear it, Kristyn obliged by burying her face in my sex. It only took a moment of her licking and sucking at my sensitive slit before I was shuttering and moaning against the wall. As stars of pleasure exploded behind my closed lids, Kristyn only intensified her ministrations, focusing in on my swollen, sensitive clit. As her tongue swirled around the bud, I couldn’t help but reach out and grab a hold of her bun. Using that grip, I forced her face ever closer to my pussy as she brought me to my climax.

I did scream, the sound thankfully muffled by the panties in my mouth, as I felt my juices flow freely over her face. Kristyn didn’t stop as I rode out my orgasm, but she did slow until my legs stopped shaking on either side of her face.

When she pulled away, she stood up and pulled the panties out of my mouth, only to replace them with her tongue. I’d never even kissed a girl before today, yet here I was, tasting myself on her tongue.

Her hands tangled in my hair. “You taste as good as you look,” she moaned into my mouth as our tongues collided together.

I searched for something to say to her in return, but for some reason, saying “thank you for giving me two mind blowing orgasms,” didn’t seem appropriate. So, instead, I dug down deep inside, and channeled the one erotic novel I had read in my life. “I want to taste you,” I told her as I pulled away.

When she grinned, I knew I had said the right thing. “Get on the floor.”

I did just that, sliding down onto the floor and resting my back up against the ottoman. Above me, I watched as Kristyn slowly pulled off her bralette, freeing her small perky breasts. Next were her panties, which she daintily slid down her legs to reveal her perfectly shaved mound.

With her feet on either side of my hips, Kristyn crouched down and straddled my outstretched legs. Before she could get too comfy, and I could lose my nerve, I planted my hands on her hips and brought her forward.

Perfectly executed, she fell into me, her hands clutching the ottoman on either side of my head and her small breasts stopping just in front of my mouth. With one hand, I reached up and flicked the pink nipple there, watching as it hardened before my eyes. I did the same to her other nipple, and Kristyn groaned above me.

“Play with my tits a bit,” she instructed, her voice husky and low with need.

I was quick to lean forward and lap my tongue roughly over her hardened nipple before taking as much of her breast into my mouth as I could. I squeezed her other in my hand, massaging it with my palm as I suckled on the one in my mouth. Taking turns between the two, I started to feel Kristyn grow wet where her pussy was pressing into my stomach.

“Fuck, Leah. I need you to make me cum,” she moaned, her breaths growing shorter as I swirled my tongue once more around her nipples.

Pulling away, Kristyn stood over me. I opened my mouth to inform her I’d never actually done this before, but I was interrupted by the sight of her glistening slit coming down on my face.

My first instinct was to lap up the juices that had escaped her. So I grabbed her hips and brought my tongue up to glide through her folds. She shuddered above me, a load moan vibrating all the way down to her pussy.

“Oh fuck, Leah. That feels so good!”

Her words encouraging me, I buried my tongue deep in her folds, stroking roughly as she cried out. Her hips rocked her sex against my tongue as I quickened my ministrations, licking her slit with quick intensity. After a moment, I felt her growing wet again as a salty cream covered my tongue.

Taking one hand from her hip, I spread her lips wide and flicked my tongue against her swollen nub. Her hips bucked against my face again as my flicking turned into lapping. My other hand was quick to join the fun as I thrust a finger inside of her.

“Oh Leah, fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum!” She cried out above me, one hand gripping my hair as I’m sure the other muffled her cries.

Adding another finger, I pumped them in and out of her fast and hard, while I flicked my tongue quickly over her clit. Not even a moment later, her legs were shaking on either side of my head.

But before she could climax, she pulled her body away from me, my fingers ripping out of her with a squelch. Confused, I looked up, fearful I had done something wrong. Or worse, we’d been caught.

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This is the last chapter of the adventures of Jake & Darby and Nate & Nora. This is the longest installment, and to fully follow everything, you might want to read the first three chapters. Oh, this time, there is a little pee. Sorry, it was an accident.

Thank you, to all of you who take the time to read this. If it does it for you, please vote, and please leave comments. Now welcome aboard, and enjoy the cruise!

This is a work of fiction. All people, places, and things described are imaginary and do not represent real places, persons, or events. All characters in this story are over the age of 18 years.

Ask Me if I’m Ready Pt. 4 — The Cruise

“Today? Like, starting now? Right NOW?! Are you serious? I mean, the cruise is over two weeks from now! Come on, dad, tell the truth… you’re messin’ with me, right?” Darby Steele looked at her father, Jake Steele as if he had just sprouted a second head. Maybe he had, and that head was responsible for this utterly stupid idea.

“Yes, baby, I’m serious. It would make the wedding night extra-special, don’t you think?” replied her father, Jake Steele. A year and half ago, Darby’s mother had been caught cheating on Jake with, as it turned out, a series of young men. Jake, having no appetite for forgiveness, had promptly ended the marriage. She was rumored to have moved back to Mississippi, but they weren’t sure. She hadn’t been heard from since. Darby, who’d always been very close to her father, took that opportunity to become even closer; after a slow campaign of seduction and titillation, Darby succeeded in transitioning from ‘daughter’ to ‘lover,’ and most recently, to ‘fiancé.’ She and Jake had been romantically involved since last Christmas. Their love had grown stronger and more committed every day. And the sexual part of their relationship was beyond amazing.

The first time they made love, Darby had been a virgin. Jake was a generous and skillful lover, and Darby avoided the usual virgin trap of a horrible first sexual encounter at the hands of a clumsy, unskilled and impatient lover. Instead, Jake had given her a near-religious sexual experience with multiple orgasms resulting in, at one point, her passing out. Their compatibility had only grown in the last year they’d been together. Darby loved her father deeply, and she also greatly cherished the physical part of their lives together. That’s why she was so upset right now.

“‘Extra special?!’ I’m your daughter! You’re my father! We’ve been sleeping together for a year, and now we’re getting married! How many more toppings do you need on this little ice-cream sundae of sin?!” Darby shot back.

“Baby, why wouldn’t you want to do this for me?” pleaded Jake.

“Because I love you, I love sex with you, you’re here and can provide me with said sex. Why the hell would I want to do without it for two weeks just to pretend I’m a virgin again on our wedding night? That’s crazy! And let me guess… Nate’s presenting this same dumbass idea to Nora as we speak, right?” Darby looked pissed, and Jake was beginning to worry.

“Well… yeah. We thought tha—”

“I don’t care what you thought. It’s not happening, we are not waiting two more weeks to make love. Believe me, our wedding night will be plenty special. Nope. Not. Gonna. Do it,” Darby announced with finality.

Jake put his foot down. “Yes we are. You can’t make me have sex with you!” he declared.

“Hahahahahahahahahah! Omigod, hahahahahahahahahah! Daddy, stop it! That’s too funny! Hahahahahahahah! Wait, wait, wait,” Darby tried to stop laughing and speak. “My sweet, sweet, darling daddy, I love you more than life itself, and I can’t wait to be your wife. And because of all that, please know, I absolutely can.”

Jake mumbled to himself like a chastised child, barley intelligible, “I can resist you. Can’t make me…”

Darby hugged her dad and kissed him gently on the lips, “We’ll see.” She walked out of the room, grabbing her phone on the way out.

Her phone rang as she was about to call Nora Rochester, her best friend and co-conspirator. Nora was in a similar relationship with her dad, and the two couples were each other’s best friends in the world. Because they were in the same kind of relationship, they were gratified to have someone they could truly use as a sounding board; someone they could talk to honestly about, well anything, but especially their forbidden relationships. Darby looked at the phone, and it was Nora calling.

No greeting, no, ‘hello,’ Nora launched with, “Did he say that stupid-ass shit to you?! Are you fucking kidding me?! What the fuck?! What the actual fuck?!”

“I KNOW!” agreed Darby. “You get me hooked on it and then tell me you wanna wait for two weeks to make it ‘special?'” Darby said the word ‘special’ with a heaping amount of venom. “But don’t worry, girl. I already have a plan. They’re goin’ down this Friday. Then they’re taking us out to dinner on Saturday, and they’re gonna pay. Here’s what we’re gonna do…”

The next morning, Jake was up earlier than usual, hoping to avoid a confrontation. Last night had been the first time they’d ever gone to bed, if not angry, certainly unhappy with one another. He was Ankara escort worried about how things would be this morning. The first fight is a crucial step in any relationship. They were father and daughter. They’d certainly been mad at each other before, and it had always worked out just fine. But this was their first fight as a romantic couple, and Jake was worried about losing any of the intimacy they’d developed. He needn’t have worried. Darby walked in and hugged her father close just like she did every morning.

“Good morning, Daddy!” she announced happily.

“You’re not still mad?” asked Jake.

“Of course not, Daddy. Have a good day at work, okay,” and she kissed him lovingly, just like always. Jake returned her affection, and left for work.

Not far away, a similar scene played out at the Rochester home. Nate expected Nora to still be angry at the suggestion they stop having sex until the wedding night, and Nora also acted as if nothing had happened. Nate called Jake while on the way into his office.

“You in the car or you working from home?” Nate asked his buddy.

“I have a 10:00 down by the airport, so I’ll be driving for a bit,” answered Jake. “So I guess my idea didn’t go over, huh?”

“Yeah, I’d have to agree. It sounded like a good idea, but man, she ain’t havin’ that. Not at all. I guess it’s a compliment that they can’t do without it. Apparently, the skills are still legendary.” Jake chuckled. “You gonna even try to hold out?” said Nate.

“Im’ma try to make it to tonight, just for pride’s sake, but I can’t promise you nothin’. We’ll see how it is at tennis, I guess.”

“Ah’ite, man. We’ll talk later!”

Jake’s business was with public entities like school boards and city or county governments. Because of this, his activity dropped off steeply after the first week in December. Government employees were so busy planning holiday parties and long vacations that they didn’t have time for any contractors or salesmen unless they were dropping off cookies. Jake had already made his annual ‘cookie run,’ so while most of his days in December were pretty slow, Fridays he may as well not even bother. There was simply nothing to do. He decided to go have lunch with Nate, maybe get him to sneak out early and they could go hit the courts. Nate was fine for lunch, but apparently the work of a CIO was never done, and he had to get back to the office by 2:00. Jake called it a day and headed home. Darby texted him, asking what time he might get home. He texted back that he was on the way and would be there in a half hour. She sent back, ‘OK. Love you!’ with a smiley face. She was being incredibly cool. Maybe the whole thing had blown over.

Darby’s car was gone when he got home. She was probably on her way home. It looked like she’d brought in the mail before she left. Just junk-mail. And something from The Peachtree North Academy. That was Darby’s old school. It was addressed to ‘The Parents of Ms. Darby Steele.’ Jake figured it was either a Christmas card or them begging for donations at this ‘Very Special Time Of Year.’ Funny, he hadn’t heard from them since she’d graduated over five years ago. She’d been an excellent student, great grades, no disciplinary problems, they loved her. He tore the envelope open, and found a one-page letter, apparently from the new headmaster, Toleas Ulysses Seaux. Jake scoffed. Where do these white people get these crazy names? Toleas? Seaux? How do you even pronounce that? See-ux? Sox? The kids probably called him ‘Toe-Socks.’ Whatever. He started reading.

“Mr. Steele,

It is with deep regret that we find ourselves needing to ask for your help. Your daughter, Darby, has always been a model student, the kind of student we wished many other young ladies would emulate. However, all this has changed in light of her recent behavior…”

‘Recent behavior?’ Darby graduated from there years ago! He looked at the date, but it was dated December 10. That was just this past Monday. What the…?

“Darby has seemed to discover her, ahh, sexuality, and she has been flaunting it shamelessly. Her school-approved skirts are now worn exceedingly too short, and she is constantly flashing her underwear at the male and female teachers, underwear that is entirely inappropriate for a young lady of Darby’s station. On several occasions, she has even been seen showing herself without her panties, daring schoolboys and teachers alike to, and this is a direct quote, ‘Fuck me if you think have the balls.’ When we have tried to reprimand her for her behavior, her attitude has been crude, surly, and disrespectful. She has told female teachers, and again, this is a direct quote, ‘Don’t hate me cause I’m beautiful. Hate me because your man thinks I’m beautiful.’ The last straw was when we caught her going into the band-room with several boys, and she was carrying her panties in one hand and a lit cigarette in the other. Fortunately, we stopped her before she could, well, we’d rather not think of what she was about to do.

As you know, it is not within the practice of Peachtree North Academy to administer physical punishments to students. However, sometimes that might be the most appropriate action. Ankara escort bayan With that in mind, we at Peachtree North Academy feel that this new wanton and disrespectful Darby Steele could use a really good hard spanking to bring her back into line. We urge you not to shirk your duties as a good father and ‘go easy on her,’ as that would not be in her best interests. Our next step would likely be expulsion.

We expect to see a contrite and rehabilitated Darby back with us at the start of the new semester. Thank you for your attention in this serious matter.

Yours Truly,

Toleas Ulysses Seaux

Headmaster, Peachtree North Academy”

“Well played, baby girl,” Jake said to himself. He knew that he was about to be proven wrong… Darby COULD make him have sex with her, pretty much whenever she wanted. He peeked into the garage, her car was still not there. He called Nate, who answered on the first ring.

“Yo, have you made it home yet?” asked Jake.

“Nah, but I’m leaving within the hour. What time we meetin’?”

Jake knew that a very similar letter was waiting for Nate as well. He decided not to spoil the surprise. “Yeah, I don’t think we’re gonna get to play tonight, dawg. Something’s come up. Call me in the morning, okay?”

Nate was concerned, “Yo, man, everything okay?

Jake just said, “Oh yeah… everything’s fine. Holla in the a.m., ah’ite?” Jake heard the garage opener, and he unceremoniously hung up on his friend. He stood there waiting for her. He was not prepared for what walked in.

Darby is a pretty girl at her worst. She’s pretty when she first wakes up without a touch of makeup. Give her a few minutes to get ready for school or work, and she’s beautiful. Give her an hour to get all dolled up like she had been doing every time they went out now, she’s incredibly beautiful. But this… This was professional-level. She had paid to have her hair styled and make-up professionally applied so that she was beyond perfect. And she was wearing the sluttiest, most classic Catholic-Schoolgirl outfit you could imagine. White button-down shirt with blue plaid suspenders and with the top three buttons undone. White all-lace bra showing through the unbuttoned blouse. Dark blue plaid pleated skirt stopping less than two inches below her crotch. Thigh-high white socks that stopped short of her hemline. With black, patent-leather stiletto heels. The look was devastating. Jake felt the room start to spin, and had to sit down. From his seated position, he could see her panties. He expected something slutty, but no. Plain, white, cotton, full-coverage briefs. As innocent as can be.

“Hi, Daddy, you’re home already!”

Just seeing her, his dick was already hard as calculus. He stood up, and in his best Dad voice, he boomed, “Darby, what the hell is this?!” and held the letter out to her. “I come home from a tough week at work, and I find this waiting for me! What the hell are you doing at that school?!”

Darby took the letter and read it. She knew what it said. Hell, she wrote it. Still, this was a performance, and every line important. “Daddy, they’re lying! None of that happened. You have to believe me!” She genuinely looked scared. “I’m a good girl. I can’t help it if they’re always trying to see up my skirt! And I can’t help it if their husbands like to touch my p—”

“You let them touch you?!” Jake roared, really getting into his character.

“I don’t know…” she said meekly, “they said it would be okay, and it felt kinda nice. But Mrs. Slater came around, and her husband just ran away. She said I was a bad, dirty girl. Daddy, I’m not a bad girl, am I?” She looked up at him with large doe-eyes as she bit her lower lip, the very picture of chastity and innocence. Jake felt like someone was cutting off the oxygen in the room. He was finding it hard to breathe… his heart was beating out of control. She was so unbelievable sexy he thought he was going to pass out! The room started going in and out of focus. Was this what a stroke felt like? He took a deep breath and counted to three, and pulled himself together.

“Yes, Darby. You are a very bad girl. Showing yourself off to boys and teachers, letting older guys feel you up, going into rooms with big groups of boys, your panties already off, that’s all bad-girl behavior. I thought you were a good girl, but no, baby. You are a bad girl.”

“I’m sorry, Daddy. I really try. I’ll do better. I’ll be good,” Darby sniffed. Jesus Christ! Were those real tears?!

“You bet your ass you’ll be good. I’m gonna teach you that lesson right now,” and he grabbed her wrist and pulled her over to the dining table. He pulled out an armless chair and sat down. “Get across my lap! You know what you’ve done… and you know what’s coming!”

“Daddy, please don’t! I promise!”

“Yes. Lap. NOW!”

Her tears were flowing now, and she kept pleading for mercy. Jake laid her across his lap and looked at the full panties completely covering her sweet ass. How the hell could big cotton granny panties be so fucking sexy? He stroked her ass lovingly and said, “Baby this is for your own good. I want you to be a good girl.”

“I will, Daddy! Please don’t Escort Ankara do this!”

As if this whole thing weren’t erotic enough, rather than take the panties off her, he just pulled them down so that they were bunched just below the globes of her ass. The whole sight was so intoxicating, Jake was still in danger of passing out. She was so ready for this, he could smell her arousal. Jesus…

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Darby screamed, “Owwwwww, daddy, no, that’s too hard! Noooooo, please stop!! Please! I’ll be good, I swear!! Oh my god it hurts so bad!! I’ll be a good girl! I’m sorry Daddy!”

He hit her ass as hard as he could, making her cheeks jiggle enticingly. After several blows he slipped his hand into her panties to roughly fondle her drenched sex. The panties made that difficult, so he smacked her a few more times and told her, “You’re not learning your lesson yet. Get up and take off your panties.”

“No, Daddy! I’m your daughter! You’re not supposed to see under my panties! Please stop… I’ll be good, I swear!”

“Take them off, then lay on the table!”

“But Daddy, –“

“I SAID OFF! Then lay down on the table, with your bad-girl ass up!”

With tears in her eyes, she slid off her huge underwear, and then lay down on the sturdy wood table. “Daddy, it’s so hard,” she complained.

“You should have thought of that while you were half-naked with a dozen boys!” And he proceeded to really come down on her ass, firing ten smacks to each of her delicious-looking cheeks. Then he pushed her thighs apart and slid one, then two, then four fingers into her wet and waiting snatch and started fucking and out of her, stretching her pussy wide as her hips moved up and down with his motion.

“Ooooooohhhh Daddeeeeee… this is soooo wrong… Oooooohhhhh… Mmmmmmmmmm. Yesssssss… I’ll be good, daddy… soooo goooood,” she moaned and lifted her ass higher to give him more access.

“If you think that’s wrong, then here,” and he pulled his fingers out of her, slipped in his thumb and got it nice and slick, and then pushed his fingers back into her pussy, making her moan in pleasure, and then pushed his thumb all the way into her ass. Then he pulled his hand in and out of both her holes, pushing in hard on each stroke. She grunted on each stroke, her hips moving up and down in time with his thrusts. He kept up the pace, going in and out, faster and faster until she screamed out loud in orgasm.

She reached behind her and grabbed his wrist, holding it in place deep inside her grasping sex and pulsing asshole, moaning loudly, “Ooooooohhhhhhhhh, mmmmmmmmmm dadddeeeeee, OOOOOOO!” and she collapsed against the table. Jake wouldn’t let her catch her breath. He roughly turned her over on the table and pulled her hips to the edge. He sat in front of her like he was about to eat a meal, leaned forward into her hairy, sodden center, draped her legs over his shoulders, and dove face first into her pussy, assaulting her sensitive clit. “Daddy, it’s too sensitive! Please, not too hard! Please!” she complained.

“That’s what bad girls get,” Jake said, and continued his oral mauling of her most delicate area. He licked her more gently, but then slid a single finger back into her hot cunt and massaged her G-spot. Her hips took off again, fucking against the finger performing such a magical dance deep inside her core, while her father continued licking her clit. It was still sensitive, but starting to feel better. “That’s it, Daddy… Lick me… Ooooohhhh daddy… lick me… Suck my pussy… suck it! That’s it. Daddy, teach your bad li’l baby how to be good. Mmmmmmmmm,” she mewled. He sucked her clit a little harder and licked it faster, he could feel her tensing up as she got to her summit, and she exploded in orgasm again, this time pouring her sweet juices right into his mouth. Jake drank deeply, swallowing it all, loving her taste, feeling her body pulse on his tongue. She purred as she rode it back down. “Mmmmmmmmmm… That’s it, my sweet, sweet daddy. Ooh I love you sooooo. You are soooo good to my pussy… Mmmmmmmm…”

Jake stood up, dropped his pants, and without hesitation, slid his thick seven-inch cock deep into his daughter’s still overheated box. When she felt the intrusion, she immediately sat up and put her arms around him, locked her legs behind his back, and started fucking him as hard as she could, her hips pounding back at his. Her mouth found his and she sucked his tongue into her mouth and held him tight to her as he fucked her deep, hard, and fast. Jake was now chasing his own orgasm, and he was pounding his daughter’s pussy without mercy. On every stroke he could feel his balls fly up and slap her furry taint, and he delighted in how she grunted into his mouth on each stroke. He fucked her furiously, humping her faster and faster until his world exploded out of his pounding rod into her. He felt his cock shooting inside her… rope after rope shot inside her until his cum filled every corner of her pussy, his still pumping dick squeezing it back out, running down his balls. He squeezed her tightly as his orgasm gripped him, spurred on by the sound and the spasms of her pussy cumming a third time on his cock. Even as their combined essence poured out of her, he pushed her back on the table, got up on the table and kneeled over her face and said, “Bad girls clean it up!” and he pressed his balls against her lips.

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