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Hello readers, this is your humble omniscient narrator with another episode in the life of Daisy; The girl with something extra.

When Daisy Elaine Maye was a fourteen year old boy named David, her hairless body began to develop curves and breasts. Over the next four years she developed into a woman, mentally, physically, and emotionally. When she turned eighteen, she began her transition.

That all happened many years ago, now-a-days she is a pretty transgender woman, who passes easily.

~~~

You can read about the vacation to France Daisy and Dana refer to in this story in 100 years in purgatory ch. 05.

~~~

It’s been a few months since we checked in with Daisy. During that period, she’s spent a lot of time with Dana, who is a girly girl. Thanks in part to her influence, Daisy has begun to present as a female full-time.

In this episode of the girl with something extra, the two women have just returned from a dream vacation to the French Riviera.

They were still trying to recover from jet-lag as they sat at a table on the patio at a restaurant named ‘A Quaint Little Bistro.

They were still getting themselves sorted when Dana said, “You look so cute in that sundress you bought in France. When are you going to admit that you’re happy you went with me?”

After a weak smile, Daisy sighed dramatically before she said, “It was alright, but I’m just not sure anything is worth flying nearly twenty hours for, is what I’m saying. I’m going to be jet lagged for a month.”

“Girl you ought to stop,” said Dana with a sigh. “Don’t you dare pretend you didn’t love every single minute of our trip. It was fun doing the things tourists do, while we were in Paris, and you know it.

“And I know you loved it when we went to the nude beach in Nice.”

“Yeah, I have to admit that was kind of fun” said Daisy, pressing her lips together, and taking a deep breath, “Nobody was mean and hateful, once they saw me, that was good. That’s not the reaction I usually get when people find out about me though.”

“I know, and I’m so sorry you have to put up with that,” said Dana. “But forget about it. I don’t want to ruin our good mood.”

“Agreed,” said Daisy. “I’d much rather talk about how slutty you were the night we went dancing with JT.”

“Oh my lord,” exclaimed Dana, closing her eyes, and moaning. “That night we spent with JT! He was truly heaven sent.” Now she was fanning herself with both hands.

“I know a lot of people don’t believe in it, but I think we had a guardian angel watching over us, while we were traveling in France.

How else do you explain the feeling we had, that we were being watched sometimes? And what are the odds of us meeting the exact type man we had been fantasizing about. I’m telling you girl, an angel sent him to us.”

“Girl, you’re tripping,” Daisy teased her. “You’ll come up with any excuse for you being a slut for his big dick, won’t you?”

A giggling Dana leaned closer to her before she said, “When we were dancing close to each other, I felt it damn near touching my knee, and I had to see it. Once I saw it I had to suck it.”

“I know we’d seen it on the beach, but it wasn’t hard then.”

“But who are you to talk; you’re the one who swallowed his cum, not me.”

“And that’s why what happens on the French Riviera stays on the French Riviera,” said a giggling Daisy, raising her glass of water to toast their mutual sluttiness. Then she laughed.

As they had a sip of water to complete the toast, their server stopped at their table to take their order. Hey there Chandra,” they said almost in unison. “Y’all are busy tonight,” said Daisy.

“It’s been like this all summer,” responded Chandra, as she made a note of the entree Daisy had pointed to on the menu. “I haven’t seen you two in here for a few weeks. How have y’all been?” she asked as she jotted down Dana’s order.

“We were at a nude beach in France,” said Dana, laughing and handing her menu to Chandra.

Chandra’s gasped, and then said, “Seriously?”

“Yes ma’am,” said Daisy. “I liked being naked too, even though I was nervous before we did it. But I saw other girls like us out there, which really made me feel better about myself.”

“If I can find cool people like that around here I’d do it again Dana nodded her head, and then said, “I hope I find another JT too.” Then she giggled.

“Oh my goodness, what a cock he had, it was huge. I’ve never had anybody that deep in me before.”

Daisy nodded her head and said, “Yes, he was truly blessed.”

Chandra laughed at Dana being silly, before she looked at Daisy sheepishly, and then said, “I’ll be right back with your meal.

“Poor girl, I think you embarrassed her with all that talk about big dicks,” said Daisy with a little chuckle.

“Why the hell would that embarrass her?” asked Dana with a confused look onn her face.

“Because she’s self-conscious about being hung like a horse herself,” responded Daisy. “The poor thing.”

“Wha, wha, what?” said Dana. mardin escort Her expression suddenly filled with mischief. “Does she like girls?”

~

“Now hush about that. I’ll tell her you’re interested. Now let me tell you about my itinerary this fall. It’s time for football time, you know,” said Daisy.

“Oh God! Are you getting ready to dump me until football season is over?” asked Dana, rolling her eyes.

“You’re silly. Of course I’m not kicking you to the curb. You can hang-out with me as much as you want. Daisy reassured Dana. “Besides, you like football too.”

She spent the next few minutes sharing her tentative plans for the new season. She would be going to games, or watching them at her favorite sports bar dressed as a woman. Which would certainly increase the likelihood that she will have uncomfortable situations to deal with, but she was determined to see it through.

~~~

Meanwhile, sitting a few tables away from them, looking at his twitter feed, and luxuriating in the aroma of Daisy’s perfume was Donald “Bud” Wiser. He was a guy who Dana and Daisy had practically drooled over when they were on the nude beach in Nice.

He had been interested in them too, especially Daisy, but he wasn’t alone on the trip, so he had to ignore her.

As fate would have it, he met JT in a bar on the last day of his vacation. The two men talked mostly about some of the women on the beach, including Daisy and Dana while having a couple of beers. When he told JT where he was from, JT told him Daisy and Dana were from that city as well. He also told Bud that Daisy could found at the Quaint Little Bistro on most Wednesdays.

And so here sits Dub at said Bistro on Wednesday night. Certainly, he could have gone over there, introduced himself, and reminded them who he was. Seducing either one or perhaps both of them would have been easy, since he already knew they had been fantasizing about him.

The problem was he’d already seduced many women all around the world, and so at this point in his life, easy pussy didn’t appeal to him.

He preferred to play a little cat and mouse game. To get the game started, he needed a way to make her notice him.

For that task, he enlisted the help of his server.

~

“Miss, would you do me a favor?” He asked.

“I’m Chandra,” she responded.

“Chandra, would you help me?” asked Bud.

“Of course,” responded Chandra. “What do you need?”

“Do you smell that perfume?” He asked.

Somehow Chandra managed to keep from rolling her eyes, but she gave him a look, before she said, “Which one? I smell lots of different perfumes. Can you describe the one you’re asking about?”

“There’s one that’s very different from the rest, it’s distinctive,” responded Bud, certain that she had noticed the expensive French perfume.

“Oh,” said Chandra, “It belongs to the lady sitting over there, the one with the short haircut and the rainbow colored choker.”

“Thank you,” said Bud with a smile as he handed Chandra a generous tip. Then he inhaled deeply before he said, “I need another favor.”

This time Chandra smiled before she responded, and then she said, “Yes sir.”

Bud smiled back at her, amused that she was now more attentive to him. He then said, “Bring their bill to me.”

“Yes sir,” said Chandra, cheerfully.

A few moments later Chandra placed an invoice on Daisy and Dana’s table, with a note she had written, that read, “Paid in full by Donald “Bud” Wiser. He’s the guy dressed in white linen.”

Daisy looked at the note for a long moment, before she showed it to Dana.

Both women turned their heads to look at Bud, who was looking back at them. He nodded his head. Both women held their gaze for a moment before they looked away.

Bud knew they would be talking about him now. Phase one of his plan was a success. His next goal was to use this chance encounter, to ensure he would see her here again. When his server returned to check on him, he had one more favor to ask of her.

Chandra stood at his table with her hands clasped, her expression was warm and friendly, “How are we doing over here, sir? She asked. “Sir,” she repeated herself when Bud didn’t respond to her. Then she leaned in and was about to call to him again, when he looked up at her.

“Oh, sorry Chandra, what were you saying?” he asked.

“I was making sure you didn’t need anything else. That’s all,” Chandra responded cheerfully.

After a pause and a quick glance at Daisy, Bud said, “The lady I asked you about, is she a regular here?”

When he first hatched his plan, he’d figured Chandra might not give any information about Daisy to a total stranger. That’s why he’d made the strategic move of greasing her palm earlier, with that generous tip. He was betting that afterwards, Chandra would be willing to tell him anything he wanted to know. Just as he expected it would, his earlier investment paid off.

She gave him the response he was hoping van escort for, when she said, “I have seen her here before, but I’d rather not say anything else.

“I understand, and I’m pleased that you responded to me that way. I’d want you to respect my privacy too, if some stranger was asking about Me.” said Bud smiling at her.

~

While Bud was sitting at his table planning his seduction of her, Daisy was indeed talking with Dana about him.

When they looked at him for that brief moment he looked vaguely familiar, but neither woman could put a name with his face.

Dana said it first, “I could swear that I’ve seen him somewhere,” she said.

“Funny, I was thinking the same thing,” said Daisy, nodding her head yes. “He’s kinda cute, don’t you think?”

“Meh, I guess so,” Dana frowned, and then she said, “I wonder which one of us does he want.

“Or maybe he’s just hoping one of us will show some interest in him, and he’ll take whoever he can get.” She laughed.

“If you were him, which one of us would you want?”

“Oh my goodness, what kind of question is that,” Daisy said, while waving her hand dismissively. “Don’t include me in that. Obviously it’s you he wants. I mean, do the math. You’re an attractive CIS woman and I’m not.

“You’re an attractive woman too, and he can’t tell if you’re any different from Me.” said Dana, giving her a very stern look.

“You knew about me when you first saw me, didn’t you?” Daisy responded with a tinge of sadness in her voice, and her expression.

“I only wondered about you,” Dana corrected her, and then she explained, “I didn’t feel certain of anything. If it hadn’t been for your rainbow colored choker, I might not have said anything to you. I was just hoping you were who you turned out to be.”

“That’s sweet of you to say. I guess I’m too negative sometimes.” said Daisy smiling at her friend.

“Yes you are,” responded Dana. “OK, let’s give Chandra a tip to cover our suitor’s meal.” Then she got her attention.

When she arrived at their table Dana said, “Chandra, please tell the gentleman one of us took care of the tip. Which one of us is he trying to pick up?” She raised an eyebrow as she waited for Chandra to respond.

Chandra smiled knowingly, and then said, “I’ll tell him that Daisy tipped me on his behalf.”

“Thank you Chandra,” said Dana, looking at Daisy’s face. “Would you tell him, it will be Daisy’s treat next time?

“And please tell Chef Jerome our meal was great.”

“See you next week.”

~

As they walked to their cars, Dana was waiting for Daisy to say something about what she’d just done. But to her surprise, Daisy didn’t say anything at all until they were about to get into their cars, she said, “You’re really pleased with yourself, aren’t you?” And then she laughed. “I’ll talk to you later.”

As Daisy navigated through the normal horrible traffic, her brain was working overtime on a variety of random thoughts.

“Why do I have to see a cute guy now? I don’t have time for this; it’s time for my main squeeze to come back into my life.” She said to herself.

But if she were honest, the brief encounter she had with JT, while she was on the Riviera, had reminded her how much she liked pleasing a man. Maybe she could make time for one last fling before her love life went on hiatus for a while.

~~~

Wednesday after work

She had finished a quarter pound turkey burger, and sweet potato fries, at ‘The Quaint Little Bistro’, when she felt someone’s presence close to her. She turned her head slightly to see who was there, and she found herself staring straight into Bud’s’ crotch.

She quickly turned back around, and resumed looking at her phone.

He continued walking to the other side of the table, and then said, “Hi Daisy, would you mind if I join you just for a second.”

“I don’t mind, but I don’t want to lose my train of thought,” she responded looking up from her phone for a quick second.

“I feel you. In that case I’ll keep it moving, and I will see you next Wednesday. What time is good for you,” asked Bud. He knew she was trying to play un-interested, which was cool with him. He enjoyed the chase as much as the capture anyway.

Daisy only glanced up at him for a moment; if she looked at him any longer she’d have lost her nerve. Then she responded, she said, “I’m usually here at seven p m.”

“Alright, I’ll see you then,” he said, and then he started to walk away before he turned and said thanked for being so generous on his behalf, when she tipped Chandra last week. And then he was gone.

Daisy hated being so cold towards him, but she had to be. Otherwise she might have sucked his cock right then and there. Besides she really did need to make a commitment to sticking to her calendar. “I’ve got to maintain a healthy balance in my life this season,” she thought.

Her thoughts were interrupted again when Chandra sat a glass of lemonade on the table, and then she said, ankara escort “Girl it looks like he’s still interested, even after I told him why you wear your rainbow colored choker.” Then she shrugged her shoulders.

“Yeah, it looks that way,” Daisy said, after sighing heavily. ” I really don’t want to get involved with anybody right now, but he’s so damn sexy.”

Chandra smacked her lips before she said, “Girl I think he’s a player,” Then she walked away to serve another customer. “I’ll call you later,”

~~~

Thursday night.

Bell, Biv, and DeVoe’s eyes almost popped out of their sockets when they saw Daisy walk through the door at the Socks and Jocks sports bar.

“You are one pretty sissy,” said Bell, as he stood up to hug her.

“Don’t hold me in your arms too long,” Daisy teased. “And I’m a woman, you caveman you.” Then she pinched his right ear hard, and gave it a twist.

She gave Biv and DeVoe a hug too, before joining them at their table. She said, that was a short off-season wasn’t it guys?”

The three men all looked at each other before DeVoe spoke, he said, “Hold up. You don’t think you’re gon come up in here looking like that on Thursday night, and just start talking football, do you?”

Biv raised an eyebrow.

“You only get dressed when you’re going to the drag queen show,” Bell said. I thought you said you were moving on from that.”

“I have moved on,” She reassured them. “This is me, twenty four seven now. I’m a woman.” Then she smiled at her buddies.

All Daisy meant was, she’d decided to drop the androgynous tom-boy look, and dress in women’s clothes all the time now. The dress she was wearing was typical of her new style. It showed her toned arms and shoulders, and fit loosely around her hips, because she doesn’t tuck.

But her buddies had stunned looks on their faces. Biv was the first to speak. “For real?” he asked.

Bell and DeVoe were staring at her with their mouths hanging open.

“What the hell is the matter with you guys? And close your mouths before something flies in them,” said Daisy, laughing out loud at them. “Y’all have known who I am for a long time.”

Finally Bell spoke, and told her what the hell was the matter, he said, “Did you get your dick cut off?”

Daisy couldn’t hold back from laughing, she leaned back in her chair with her hand over her mouth, laughing until she felt her eyes moisten. When she finally returned to herself, she exhaled and then said, “No I didn’t have it cut off. I’d never do that.

I love being a girl with something extra. I just mean I won’t be hiding behind the safety of tom-boy clothes anymore.”

“Y’all should have seen the looks on your faces.”

Then it was quiet at the table for a moment until Biv blurted out, “Which bathroom do you use now?”

“The ladies’,” said Daisy, matter of factly.

“I bet you’re getting hit on a lot,” said Bell, quickly going all ‘protective older brother’ on her.

After she looked at him and shook her head, Daisy said, “All you ever worry about is if somebody is getting my coochie. Y’all worry too much. I’m not doing anything with any of your buddies.

“And don’t worry about me. I’m still tough, dress or no dress.” Then she laughed. “I’ll definitely let you know if I need your help.”

“Now, let’s eat something and watch a few minutes of the game.”

~~~

Saturday roadie

Daisy didn’t tell Dana about her plan to visit Buck Naked Naturist Resort. She needed to do this alone. She’s always had someone to hold on to no matter where she went or what she did.

First it was her mother, followed by Cindy, then Bell, Biv, DeVoe, and now Dana. It was time to cut the umbilical cord. She did send Chandra a text though, just so somebody would know where she was.

During the drive to the resort, it had taken all of her willpower to keep from turning her car around and heading back home. She had all the usual insecurities most first-time visitors have, and then there was that one unique concern of hers.

~

In reality, the place turned out to be exactly what she was looking for. The resort’s website promised that everyone was welcome, and she was certainly made to feel at ease.

The first person she encountered was the perky woman with registration counter duties in the business office. “Hello Daisy I’m Cookie, we spoke on the phone earlier, I’m so happy you decided to come,” she said, while extending her hand over the counter toward Daisy. “You’ll get used to it in no time.”

She was referring to the fact that she was totally nude at the time. “Ahem,” said Daisy. “I don’t mind nudity at all, it’s just, you know, what we talked about that concerns me.”

“Like I told you on the phone, our members and guests here either won’t care, or won’t notice that you are a very attractive woman with a penis,” said Cookie. “If anything, the ones who do notice Will be very interested in a positive way.” Her statement was accompanied by a smile that told Daisy the Buck Naked Naturist Resort wasn’t as wholesome as it purports to be.

The women talked for a few minutes more as Daisy filled out the required paperwork. “You’ll have to be nude once you go onto the property,” Cookie said while trying to hide her anticipation. Her demeanor was so positive it melted away Daisy’s apprehension.

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Nadia leaned back and relaxed. Chris placed his nose up to her foot and sniffed at it like a dog in heat. He knew that he was supposed to be repelled by the smell of her feet, but he found their aroma intoxicating; their sweaty, pungent odor aroused him. Her feet had those feminine angles and curves to them that he found so completely desirable and irresistible. He planted a gentle kiss on the top of her foot, and Nadia lit up, feeling his servitude and adoration. It was the first time Nadia had experienced having a slave kiss her foot, and she reveled in the absolute power dynamic, of him only being worthy of kissing the dirtiest, lowest part of her.

He kissed the tops of her feet. He began with gentle, slow kisses, which soon escalated into deep, primal, passionate licks from his tongue. He kissed the sides of her feet. He sucked on her toes and licked her heels like an obedient pet. He licked and sucked her toes one by one, delicately taking each of her tiny toes into his mouth, and sucking.

Nadia delighted in having him curled up, kneeling before her, so wrapped up in her that kissing her feet was one of the greatest thrills he had ever experienced, and his greatest honor. It made her pussy uncontrollably wet, having a subservient sissy slave on the ground, worshipping her feet with such complete and utter devotion. He was a hungry, addicted beast, kissing and sucking and lapping away at her feet. She loved the attention she received from her innocent little sissy. She wondered what else she could make him do.

“Sissy, roll over onto your back,” Nadia commanded.

Chris complied, rolling over and lying on his back on the ground. He soon found himself with his face beneath her foot. The bottoms of her feet were absolutely filthy, after having walked around outside on her bare feet for so long. He kissed and licked her filthy soles, lapping away with primal urgency. It turned her on to transform him into such a lowly creature, to have him lick the grime and filth from the bottoms of her feet. He debased himself for her pleasure. He was literally beneath her feet.

“Clean my feet,” Nadia commanded.

He held his tongue out and she used him to clean her dirty feet. She brushed her foot back and forth against his tongue, wiping the dirt off her feet as though she were using a doormat. It was so degrading for him, having to lick the dirt off the bottoms of her feet. As he writhed around uncontrollably beneath her feet, his dress shifted upwards, revealing his white cotton panties. His cock stuck straight up inside his panties and Nadia watched it twitch uncontrollably underneath the cotton fabric. He humped at the air. He was in heat.

“Be a good sissy. Lick them clean for me,” Nadia teased.

Chris licked the bottom of her right foot as she used her left foot to bursa escort tease his stiff prick. She rubbed her foot against the crotch of his panties, driving him wild. She felt his prick twitch and pulse against the bottom of her foot. She then withdrew her foot from him.

“Now, the other,” Nadia casually commanded him.

Nadia then smothered his face with her left foot and he obediently began licking away. As he licked the bottom of her left foot clean, he hoped more than anything that she would start teasing his cock again with her other foot. Finally, he felt that absolutely euphoric feeling of her touch, as her toes rubbed and tickled his excited member for only a few brief moments, and then she stopped.

“That is all you get for today. Go deliver my letter. Now, off with you,” Nadia said, slapping her foot against his cheek.

Chris rose to his feet, pulling down his dress in an attempt to conceal the glaring erection in his panties. He stalled for several moments, wanting more foot worship, wanting more teasing, wanting more of her. But he instead obediently rushed away to deliver the letter for her, his poor cock aching all the way to Femininus.

And so several times a week, Nadia would allow Chris to worship her feet. And in exchange, he would deliver another letter to Isabella. Nadia wrote to Isabella, claiming to be from the city of Spero. In her letters, she expressed her wishes to live in the city of Femininus and to be trained as a Dominatrix. Isabella replied, letting Nadia know that she would be most welcome there. Nadia knew of Femininus’ agreement that they were to never harbor any escaped slaves from Imperium. And Nadia knew that Callisto was right, that she couldn’t just walk nude into another city and claim to be a Mistress.

The next day, Nadia and Chris convened in their usual meeting spot. Chris wore a short white summer dress that flowed downward and stopped at the tops of his skinny thighs. Nadia stood nude and she flirtatiously stretched her arms upward, arching her back and pushing her petite breasts outward as Chris approached. She then relaxed her arms, placing her right hand on her bare hip.

“Sissy, there is something else I need from you. I really need your help. I need you to give me your dress,” Nadia said, gesturing to his dress as the bottom of it blew about in the wind.

“Miss Nadia, I am terribly sorry, but I cannot help you with this. I cannot return without my dress. I would get into terrible trouble with my Mistresses,” Chris replied, nervously running his hands over the dress.

“You have done so much for me, and I am truly grateful to you. I hate to ask, but there is no other way. They don’t export clothing from here, so I cannot simply steal a dress from the shipping malatya escort docks. And you are so close to my size. If you look at the dress, you will realize as I have, that it would fit me perfectly,” Nadia said, batting her eyelashes at him. “Please Chris, you are my only hope.”

“I want to Miss Nadia. I want to help you, of course I do deep down inside. I am just afraid of the consequences,” Chris said, pensively furrowing his brow.

“Well, I want to give you a special treat today, my lovely sissy. Afterwards, you can decide if you wish to help me,” Nadia said, and then seductively positioned her tight, sexy ass on the tree stump behind her.

Nadia extended her leg outwards and snapped her fingers, pointing to her beautiful, delicate foot. Chris dashed over to her and knelt on the ground before her, taking her foot in his hand. He began fervently kissing and sucking her heel. Before he knew it, he was positioned on his back on the ground, sniffing and licking the bottoms of her pungent, filthy feet once again.

Nadia smothered his face with her left foot as she glided her right foot along his bare leg. She managed to grip the hem of his dress using her toes and she lifted the bottom of his dress up, revealing his white cotton bikini style panties to her. She saw that his prick had already reached its peak hardness from the excitement of kissing her feet. She began rubbing and teasing his cock with her right foot as he continued to obediently worship her left.

“Do you want to take off your panties?” Nadia asked, teasing her foot against the bulge in his white cotton panties.

“Yes, please,” he said, his voice muffled beneath her lovely foot.

Chris continued to lick the bottom of her foot as he pulled his panties down, exposing his stiff, purple prick to the warm air. Nadia became wildly aroused, seeing his animalistic lust on display. His cock certainly wasn’t the longest she had seen, but she was quite impressed by its girth as well as by its state of hardness. She rubbed her right foot in circles against the head of his excited prick. She could feel his precum leaking out onto the bottom of her foot, dripping in desperate abundance. She then withdrew her right foot from his prick and positioned it right on top of his face.

“Clean your filthy mess off of my foot,” Nadia commanded.

He was slightly disgusted with himself as he licked his own salty, sweet precum off of her foot, but the degrading act only managed to turn him on even further. He eagerly lapped away until he had cleaned up every last drop of precum from her foot.

What Nadia did next was absolute heaven for him. She placed both of her feet at the sides of his stiff member and she brought her feet together, lightly squeezing his cock çanakkale escort between them. She then rubbed her smooth, soft feet up and down his shaft and against his throbbing, swollen, purple head. His cock became slick with precum and her feet moved quickly, sliding against his sleek cock with finesse. Nadia’s pussy ached and gushed as she witnessed and felt his adoration for her. His moans of delight escalated into bellows of absolute pleasure. She picked up the momentum, stroking her feet up and down the length of his cock at a frenetic pace. His eyes widened and then his eyelashes fluttered as he felt his orgasm build. He screamed out and his body convulsed as his cock spat out his thick white cum and it poured from the head of his cock in waves. His cock dribbled a thick, virile amount of cum all over the tops of Nadia’s feet.

“Mm, now you must clean up your mess like a good little sissy,” Nadia said, each syllable she spoke a quavering moan of delight.

Chris sat up on his knees, catching his breath. He gazed at the small pools of cum that sat on top of Nadia’s feet and watched as the cum dripped down the sides of them. He braced himself and then he licked the disgusting mess from her feet. He felt beyond degraded, having to lick up his own cum. He gagged a few times at the beginning, but soon loved the feeling of being so beneath her. And Nadia savored the look of devotion and adoration in his innocent eyes as he licked his cum from her feet.

The next morning, Nadia dressed in her new short white summer dress and stood at the entrance to the cave and she watched the sun rise. She took the first step towards Femininus. Nadia gazed at the crimson horizon. And she felt free.

Nadia arrived at the massive stone wall that surrounded The Order of Femininus. Nadia approached the steel doors of the city and she rang the bell. The steel doors creaked and roared as they slowly opened. She saw the heart of the city before her.

A woman named Isabella greeted Nadia. Isabella’s tall frame was commanding yet delicate, accentuated by her shapely breasts and hips. She had exotic, piercing bright green eyes. And her long hair flowed in blonde waves and curls. She possessed a worldly quality about her at her forty two years of age, and yet her skin was still pristine and smooth. She wore a flowing white gown with a low cut deep V neck that revealed a great deal of her voluminous cleavage. And the thigh-high slits on the sides of her gown flashed her curvaceous thighs with each step she took.

Isabella was accompanied by two well-built men. Both men were nude. One of them wore a restrictive, steel chastity cage on his penis. The other did not and when he saw Nadia his cock hardened at the sight of this beautiful new Mistress. Nadia took notice of his state of arousal. Shyness overcame her and she blushed.

And after everything Nadia had been through, after all that she had endured, as Isabella spoke to her, Isabella’s words were the most beautiful that Nadia had ever heard.

“Welcome to Femininus.”

THE END

Isabella will return in The Dominatrix Order 6: Mistresses Trump Men

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Author’s note

Part Nine concludes the portion of the series set in Spring. It is not necessary for you to have read the first six parts of the story, but this may be hard to follow if you haven’t read Parts Seven and Eight. Part Ten will take us to Winter, and pull all the previous threads together.

This is primarily an incest story, but it is also sci-fi/fantasy, and supernatural elements are not incidental to the plot. Additionally, many chapters will feature elements of other categories, particularly group sex.

All sexual acts are consensual and involve parties who are at least eighteen years of age.

As ever, if you have questions feel free to email me or leave a comment. I’ll try to respond promptly.

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The first surprise of the day was that his sister was pregnant. But when Cahill thought about why his mother had asked him to put another child in her just a few nights ago, it only made sense that once Brittany had decided she was ready to open up to Finnegan again, she’d also want to take her mind off death by creating life.

He hadn’t been entirely sure at first. It usually took a few days after conception before the presence was unmistakeable. Aeife hadn’t noticed that Caronwyn was with child again until last night, for example. But there were only so many reasons for a Libido to look that deflated. Of course, it was possible that their cousin had truly rocked her world, and done so all night long. If she’d spent all her energy performing some epic glamour, that too would have accounted for it. But the smile on his sister’s face, and the way she kept touching her stomach as if expecting to feel something other than nicely toned abs, left little doubt in Cahill’s mind that he’d soon welcome another niece or nephew into the world.

The second surprise, arriving late in the afternoon, came when his mother and grandmother returned from what had been announced as a trip to the kitchen with their Libidos completely deflated. It was hard to imagine that meaning what it did with Brittany, not least because Caronwyn already had one in the oven. But when he saw who trailed behind them, he immediately understood where all their energy had gone.

And that was the third surprise. The big one.

Fiona was alive.

She hadn’t quite passed through the door before Seamus swept her up in his arms. One moment, he’d been pretending to be a fearsome dragon that brave Ser Aengus had to slay, and the next he’d wedged himself in between his sister and his grandmother, arms wrapped so tightly around the former that her eyes looked like they just might pop out.

He wanted desperately to go to her. But he figured Seamus deserved some time to welcome her back without Cahill hovering over his shoulder. After all, if the tables were turned, his brother would extend him the same courtesy.

And Cori,now happily wearing her true face again, was next in line at any rate. The daughter Fi had given him didn’t bowl anyone over on her way to her mother, the way other girls her age might have, but that was only because she was too used to hoping no one ever noticed her existence. As she stood there, bouncing on her heels, waiting for Seamus to take his lips off Fiona and let her breathe again, the girl looked she just might explode.

“Is that who I think it is?” Wynne asked, abandoning the game of poker she’d been pretending to care about. She got up from her seat at the marble table and pressed a hand gently to Cahill’s back. “How is that possible?”

Uaid had yet to lay his hand down. After a few incredibly bad beats early on, when Cahill had probably gotten a little too actively involved in helping his daughter put up some competition, the boy was slowly starting to whittle away at his sister’s lead. Now it appeared he’d never get the chance to finish doing so.

But it wasn’t that he was wrapped up in the game, Cahill realized. The reason his son still clutched his cards like that was because he’d lost control of his motor functions. That same expression, eyes wide and mouth agape, had been on his face for nearly a minute.

“Dad?” Wynne asked, reminding him that she’d asked a question.

“Magic,” he said.

He couldn’t take his eyes of his older sister. For someone who’d been no more than a pile of ashes that morning, she looked damn good. Waves of green shimmered through her brown hair as the sunlight shone upon it, and she wore that green dress she loved so much. The one that barely covered her lovely bottom.

“I figured that,” his daughter said.

“I didn’t think it was,” Cahill elaborated. “I guess that just goes to show that you should never underestimate your mother.”

“That’s a stupid phrase,” Uaid remarked, pulling out of his trance. The little storyteller fancied himself a wordsmith as well, and correcting people for saying things that were perfectly clear but not perfectly grammatical was a hobby of his. “You should never underestimate anyone. It’s a mistake more or less by definition.”

Cahill laughed. “Okay. mersin escort You’d be hard pressed to ever overestimate her abilities. That pass muster?” he asked. It was tempting to ask if the new phrasing passed “mustard” instead, just to see Uaid go apoplectic, but he restrained himself.

His son gave a nod of approval.

Cahill’s mind had already drifted back to Wynne’s question anyway. More specifically, his inability to answer said question satisfactorily, even setting aside semantic issues.

In a sense, it wasn’t anything he hadn’t seen before. But when his brother had risen from the dead before his very eyes, his corpse had been fresh. And nowhere near as damaged. He’d suffered a terrible blow, yes. The sort even Aeife might not survive, though she apparently found having a lower half of one’s body to be a mere luxury. But there’d been plenty left for Titania to work with. Fiona’s body, on the other hand, had been…well, it hadn’t been.

His mother hadn’t repaired the irreparable. She’d created a new Fiona, out of nothing.

He wondered if that meant she’d be different. No recorded music ever sounded exactly like the original, after all. No matter how good the equipment involved. No matter whether you were talking vinyl or the inferior compact disc. Something was always lost in the process.

Perhaps the child of his growing that had been growing inside her womb?

Their mother hadn’t known Fiona was pregnant. At least, he didn’t think she had. Granted, he hadn’t thought Brittany had either, but by her own account that was because the two of them had been especially close. Supposing his mother had known, though, would it even be possible to recreate a life so young? So unformed? One that hadn’t yet left an indelible imprint in her mind by way of a lifetime’s worth of memories?

“You think she’ll be able to bring Uncle Gallech back too?” Wynne asked.

That was a good question. He hadn’t even considered that.

“I don’t see why not,” he said. Oona too.

What did Titania have that they didn’t have? What reason was there to fear the Queen of Faerie in the least? To play by her rules? To take part in her stupid Hunt?

His mother had essentially granted them their independence.

Well, that might be going too far. Even if they could bring their loved ones back effortlessly, and he didn’t know whether it had been easy or done only at some terrible price, that didn’t mean Titania couldn’t make them suffer. Quite horribly. They couldn’t afford to adopt a cavalier attitude towards the queens punishments and reprisals.

But things had changed. They’d not play the same old tune anymore.

“That’s big, right?” his daughter asked, almost as if she’d read his mind. “That is, this means more than making the clan whole again, right?”

“Yeah,” Cahill agreed.

“Wow,” Uaid said, putting that prodigious vocabulary of his to good use.

“Yeah,” Cahill said to that too. Because sometimes ten cent words just weren’t necessary.

He tried to work out the implications of what his mother and grandmother had done while he waited for his turn to welcome his sister back to life. And failed. It was too much to think about, and all he really wanted to do was shower Fi with kisses.

Lots and lots of them. Maybe even in appropriate places.

“Mister horned god,” she said when he finally approached her, smiling the sort of smile that stopped hearts cold. She stretched her arms out, inviting a hug, and he felt his sister’s Libido pull at him in ways that made life worth living.

He gave her what she’d asked for. Not the kind of hug that cracked ribs, as her other brother had, but one that made sure she knew how much she’d been missed.

“Mmm,” she moaned. “Could almost think I was gone for a long time.”

Cahill laughed. “None of us thought we’d ever see you again.”

She gave him a smile that let him know she was perfectly aware of that. That he’d taken her words a bit too literally. Realizing his mistake, he blushed.

In his defense, holding her in his arms again made it hard to think clearly.

On some level, he was aware that Caronwyn and Aeife were still standing right there, smiling as they bore witness to the heartfelt reunions they’d made possible. That Seamus had gone to tell Kegan and Aileen that their mother was alive. That the little welcome back party hadn’t yet made it off the patio and onto the grass. But those things were almost as far back in his head as his knowledge of the music scales or myths and fairy tales.

Damn, she smelled good. Felt good, pressed up against him like that.

“Whoa there,” his sister said. “Time enough for that later.”

“Sorry,” he said, easing his grip.

Despite her words, though, Fiona was smiling. She even reached down and gave the tip of his mostly hard cock a playful tap. “It’s alright. I’ll take it as a compliment.”

“Not too much of one,” Aeife said. “Takes precious little to get him going.”

“Stop,” Caronwyn said, shoving an elbow at her mother’s kocaeli escort ribs, though not too forcefully.

Cahill would have liked to think that was for his benefit, but the look on her face made it clear that it wasn’t. It was Fiona she was looking out for, if the playful gesture could even be called that. Which he supposed was okay anyway.

It wasn’t like his grandmother was wrong either.

Pretending they hadn’t even be interrupted, he leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead. Then her beautiful, indecisive hair. One more for good measure.

Her hands roamed over his chest, sending gentle waves of pleasure through him. For a moment, he almost thought she might change her mind about waiting until later. But then Seamus returned with their two kids and Cahill stepped away from her suddenly. Guiltily. As though they’d been kissing and touching in much bolder ways.

“Come here, you,” his mother said, pulling him away.

“How did you do it?” he asked, peeling his eyes away from Fiona for the first time since she’d appeared. Though not for long. Just enough to make brief eye contact with his mother. “And, more importantly, can you do it again?”

“That’s what guys always say after the first time, isn’t it?” Aeife remarked.

Caronwyn gave her a flat look. The sort mothers gave their children, rather than the other way around. That still made Cahill’s head spin, every now and then.

“I think so, yes,” she eventually said to Cahill. “Not right away. We’re going to need some time to build our strength back up. But after that, we’re certainly going to try.”

He stared at her, shaking his head in mild disbelief.

“Mmm. There it is,” she said. “Go ahead. Say it.”

“You’re a goddess.”

She went up on tiptoes and kissed him on the lips.

“Get. A. Room,” Aeife said. “And give me a key,” she then added, grinning impishly.

“Grow up,” Caronwyn said, though she wasn’t doing a great job of hiding her own grin.

“But seriously,” the older woman began, using a serious tone that her high-pitched voice of was surprisingly capable of delivering. “We need to talk about what comes next.”

“Gallech first. Then Oona,” Caronwyn said.

Made sense to Cahill. First in, last out. But that wasn’t what his grandmother meant. He saw it on her face even before she shook her head. Felt it in her nearly empty Libido.

“Do we take Savannah back to the Dreaming once the clan’s whole again?”

Time slowed. He tried to process her words. To convince himself that she had indeed suggested putting themselves within reach of Titania’s rainbow claws. The very opposite of declaring their independence. He tried, but he didn’t do so well.

“Why would we do that?” his mother asked.

“Because it would piss her off,” Aeife said with a why else smile. “Royally. Pun intended.”

She was right about that.

Caronwyn was unmollified. “And that’s something we want to do?”

“Oh so very much,” came the reply.

“Yeah,” Cahill said. “It really is.” His voice sounded like it came from somewhere else. Someone else. Someone who was tired of reacting.

His mother looked at him with sad eyes.

“Should we put it to a vote?” Aeife asked.

“Should I explain the concept of matriarchy to you?”

Cahill put a hand on the small of his mother’s back. Her muscles were tight. He sent a bit of warmth traveling up her body. Nothing too powerful or manipulative. She’d know he did it, and it would only relax her if she was receptive to it. Which, it turned out, she was.

Aeife shrugged, as though she was no more invested in the outcome than she’d have been if they were discussing what to have for dinner. “You’re right, of course. It’s your decision.”

The clan matriarch then turned to her son. Her hollow Libido gave no insight into what she was feeling. A full eyebrow arched upward as she silently asked, “And you?”

He kissed her on the mouth. She replied with a sigh.

“What do you suppose will happen if we do?” Caronwyn asked her mother.

“Morale will go up, for starters,” Aeife replied casually. “I think we’re all tired of living in fear. Hiding from the shadows. Not knowing what awaits us in our sleep.”

“How will the queen react, though?” She flicked at the air with a finger, as if knocking down a king. “Concede? Try to force a draw? Pull a Maisie and knock the board over?”

Suddenly, Cahill remembered the reason Oberon was a former prince of Faerie. How Liadan had described the dissolution of the courts with precisely the same metaphor. “I think we all know the answer to that,” he said, frowning.

“Point being?” Aeife asked. “Last time she threw a temper tantrum, her son left her. How many fits can she throw and expect the rest of her clan to remain by her side?”

“But does she need them? She’s pretty dangerous all on her own,” Cahill said, no longer sure which position he was defending. If any.

Apparently just as confused, Caronwyn said, “A mother without her children is nothing.” samsun escort

That led Cahill to an epiphany. “Leave that to me.”

His mother raised her brows at him, but didn’t press him when he held his tongue.

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He found Liadan walking the Foothills of North Carolina. The woman who’d once been the Puck, the Lady of Mischief, Princess of Sapphire Court, looked every inch the nature enthusiast turned amateur photographer. She wore relatively loose-fitting jeans, a tank top, and hiking boots. A red bandana tied about her head held brown hair back from her lovely face. She held a digital camera in her hands, with which she was snapping pics of silverbells. It was through the lens that she saw him when he approached.

“What are you doing here?” she asked, without any trace of her distinctive accent. If anything, there was the slightest hint of a Southern drawl.

He could almost believe she’d spent her whole life within fifty miles of these hills. That everything he thought he knew about her was a lie. A misremembered dream. Except, of course, she’d have no idea who he was if that was the case.

“Forgot how charmin’ ye can be,” he said, imitating something she’d once said to him.

His aunt stood up straight and lowered her camera to her hip, apparently accepting that she wasn’t going to get to take that shot. “The woman you’re looking for no longer exists.”

“You’ve been pretty busy around sunup and sundown for someone who’s left it all behind,” he said, remembering the carnage he’d seen when last he’d set foot in the Dreaming.

Her nostrils flared. “What do you want?”

Cahill put a hand on her hip. Not tentatively either. That would only encourage her to slap it away. As if it was something he did all the time. He stepped closer, forcing her to crane her neck to look up at him. The warmth of her body and the glow of her Libido made his cock stir. It didn’t help that her bra squeezed her girls so tight or that her tank top put so much of that beautiful brown cleavage on display.

“Cahill,” she said. He wasn’t sure if was a protest or a plea.

Her voice sounded so strange. It had the same pitch, of course. Even deeper than Fiona’s, though hardly masculine. Without the hodgepodge of Irish, Scouse, and whatever else, though, she didn’t sound like herself.

Or the woman he’d once thought he once knew, anyway. Which he probably never had.

“I’m not here to make you answer for your mother’s crimes,” he said.

“Well that’s a relief.” Despite the sarcasm, he caught the tension fading from her body. The subtle retreat of her Libido walls as the energy within settled back down. “So, what? You just had to see me? After however long it’s been in Savannah?”

He took her camera from her and tossed it aside. It shattered into a millions pieces, which faded away like smoke before they could hit the grass below.

“That wasn’t very nice,” Liadan said.

Cahill answered this with a kiss. One that packed quite a wallop.

He didn’t bring her to climax. But he stopped just short. Her knees buckled and she’d have fallen if he didn’t take firmer hold of her wonderfully proportioned body. The sounds she made as she sort of kissed him back were exquisite. A Libido he didn’t remember being quite so powerful swelled, dipped, then swelled again. And again. It was like she was pausing to catch her breath, only in a metaphysical sense, and it was incredibly sexy.

“What are you…wow,” she said, as she reached up to adjust her bandana.

He snickered. “Was that a question?”

Beings as powerful as she was, whose shenanigans had more or less brought about the collapse of Faerie, ought not be capable of looking so guileless. He could almost think he held an inexperienced college co-ed in his arms, rather than the Nightmare Beast.

Cahill’s first inclination was chalk that up to his inestimable powers of seduction. A lifetime ago, many a young woman had swooned over him in that very manner. And in the years since, he’d only grown more irresistible. But the more powerful, more attractive, more well-endowed Cahill was also more mature. He regularly trucked with powerful glamours, yes, but he’d also seen the dead come back to life, and that hadn’t been his handiwork. He knew that there were far greater forces out there than him. And if his aunt wasn’t one of them, she’d at least brushed elbows with them often enough to know the difference.

It was not his looks, his kiss, or the thin streamer of energy he’d poured into her Libido that robbed her of the ability to fight gravity. Or not just those things.

His aunt had always behaved as though she thought him special. But, then, she’d done the same with Brittany. In the guise of her male pysch professor. Granted, he wasn’t aware of any significant contact between his sister and Liadan since the former had awakened, but still. He’d be a fool to take her apparent interest in him at face value. Or so he’d thought.

Ever since their last encounter, he’d entertained the notion that her elaborate deception hadn’t been so elaborate after all. But he’d had his doubts too. Enough of them that he hadn’t tried to convince anyone that she was trustworthy, the way he often vouched for Oberon. For all that he’d hoped that she harbored true feelings for him, he’d never quite been sure whether the faith he put in her and her acorn charm might be misplaced.

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“Come here,” you say in your sultry, sexy voice beckoning me towards your waiting body.

I step forward and you reach up pulling me down onto the bed with you. your lips find mine as your hands roam my body frantically, stripping me of my clothing. I taste your tongue as it slides between my lips, twirling and writhing in my mouth. Your hand finds the bulge in my pants, and you give me a gentle squeeze as I pull your panties down your legs.

“What’s gotten into you?” I ask as you unbutton my fly, and begin to fish my cock out of my pants.

“I had a dream.” you say simply as you pull my pants down around my ass.

“And that made you call me up at three a.m.?”

you pull my face to yours once again as you guide my hand to your waiting pussy. I thrust a finger into your damp hole, causing you to moan into my mouth.

“Eat my pussy,” you hiss into my ear.

I lay you back on the bed and place my lips on your neck. your hands claw at me as I suck your tender flesh. Working my way down, I stop briefly at your breasts, sucking each nipple in turn. I then move down lower, over your stomach and onto your hips, kissing and licking tenderly. You reach out and take hold of my dick in your hand, stroking it up and down, coaxing me to lick your little wet pussy. As I move from your thighs, up the middle of your legs, I breath hot air down onto your sensitive folds. My ass is facing you and you grope at it in a lewd fashion when my tongue touches your clit. I can already taste you, and I know that you had been masturbating prior to my arrival. I place my hands under your ass and push my face into your hot hole, thrusting my tongue deep into the wet recesses of your hungry pussy. I hear you gasp in pleasure as my tongue enters your body.

“Come here,” you say softly as you coax me into a sixty nine position.

Obeying your request, I swing a leg over your face straddling your head. We have never down it this way before and the thought turns me on even more.

As my tongue explores your sweet little pussy, your mouth finds my balls and you start to bathe them in saliva. Your hand holds my cock, and in our current position you find it difficult to get your lips around it. You settle for stroking it as you lick my balls, while I eat away at your delicious cunt.

I can feel you moaning around my balls, and I pull your legs up, locking my arms around your thighs. With your hips now lifted off the bed, I give you a series long, loving licks from your clit to the base of your asshole. I know how you love having your ass licked and I know it will turn you on even more. As I zero in on your tight anus, I feel one of your fingers poking at my ass. I moan in appreciation as swipe my wet tongue across your exposed butthole as you force your slender digit into my body.

I can still feel your tongue lapping at my balls as well as the sensitive area between my balls and ass. Your moans increase with intensity as my tongue stabs at your little asshole. With your legs locked under my arms, I have full access to your most private regions and begging to lose control. First, I’m sucking at your clit nibbling it between my lips. Then adana escort I’m doing my best to slide my tongue up your ass as cover my backside with loving kisses.

As you pull your finger from my ass you lick me. First your little pink tongue licks my balls, working its way upwards.

“Fuck yes!” I groan as I feel you touch my sensitive asshole with your wet tongue.

You’re moaning into my ass now, as I reach back and pull your face into me., Your licks go from tentative flicks of the tongue to hard thrusting as you push your tongue into my ass. I respond by doing the same, enclosing my lips around your asshole and pushing my tongue up inside you. Your hand is jacking my dick faster and faster. My hand grabs a hold of your hair and pulls as my body shudders. Your asshole clenches around my tongue as my cock begins to shoot creamy white fluid all over your neck and chest.

I pull my body off of you and lay beside you on the bed. I glance over to see you rubbing my cum all over your tits as you sit there contently.

“So are you going to tell me about this dream?”

You look over to me, smiling.

“I feel so dirty for having it.”

“That’s okay.”

“Well, there was me, you and another guy.”

“And?”

“You filled my holes.”

“You mean…”

“Yes. You were both fucking me at the same time.”

“And you’re into that?”

“Well, I never really thought about it, bu that dream got me so wet!”

I lay back and think about it.

“Are you saying you want to try that?” I ask.

“Only if it’s okay with you.”

“Well… Your birthday is coming up soon…”

You jump on me right there and then, thanking me as you cover me with kisses.

“Oh thank you, thank you, thank you!”

I push you over onto your back.

“No.” I say as I slide my cock into your wet pussy. “Thank you.”

* * *

I’m driving home when my cell phone rings. I answer and hear your sweet voice.

“Hurry up and get over here!” you say.

You explain to me that you’ve found someone to help fullfill your fantasy. My cock gets hard instantly. I tell you that I’ll be there right away. I then hang up the phone and turn around heading to your house.

Ten minutes later I walk through your door. The house is silent, as I make my way towards your room. As I reach the living room I’m stunned to see you on your knees before a man who is sitting in one of your large plush armchairs. I stand there shocked.

“Oh, hey!” you say cheerfully after noticing my presence.

You then lower your mouth onto the man’s cock, taking deep into your throat as he guides you with his hand. He looks at me and nods hello, before turning his attention back to you as your mouth slides up and down his cock. I can see that you’re wearing the skirt I bought you for your birthday, along with a pair of black boots. You look beautiful, even if you do appear a little slutty. Reluctantly I make my way over to you.

“This is Zack.” you say, pulling your mouth from his cock once again.

Again the man nods. He seems quiet, although it may be the fact eskişehir escort that he seems focused on the spectacular blowjob he’s receiving form you. He has dark hair and dark eyes,and actually looks a lot like me, although he seems taller.

As I get closer I reach under your skirt and notice that you have no panties on. My hand touches your soft pussy lips, and then slides up inside you. Your hole is so wet, I’m able to put three fingers right up inside you as my thumb rubs your tiny asshole. I can’t take it. I need more.

Reaching around, I pull your skirt down off your ass. You moan in approval and raise your hips into the air. As I lower my face and begin to kiss your creamy white ass, I notice you sucking Zack’s balls. His hand is holding your head down as if forcing to do it. I can hear the moans escape your mouth as I push a finger back up your pussy and touch your asshole with my tongue.

Subconsciously, I reach down and rub my crotch as my tongue travels back and forth up your crack. From your wet, willing pussy to your tight, puckered ass, my tongue roams, leaving a glistening trail of saliva in its wake.

Suddenly you are pulled away from me, as Zack coaxes you up onto his lap. You climb aboard eagerly, grabbing his face and kissing him deeply. Your kiss is not the long, loving type that you and I share, but a frenzied, lustful face fucking with you tongues. He pulls your shirt off and devours your tits, sucking hard on each nipple as your arms lock around his head.

Reaching down you grab his cock and point it upwards towards your waiting hole.

“Yeah,” Zack moans. “Get on my cock!”

I see the lust in your eyes, as you lower your body onto his dick. I see your tender pussy lips part as they are invaded by his turgid shaft, forcing its way into your depths.

“Oh My God!” you exclaim. “Your cock feels so good!”

I take my time stripping down naked as I watch you fuck this other man. Your hips are gyrating on him, swallowing up his dick. I can see your asshole clenching and unclenching, just begging to be filled. You then turn and look into my eyes.

“Put that cock of yours right up my ass!”

I notice the bottle of lubricant that you have set out on the coffee table. I take it and squeeze a good amount into my palm as I notice you begin to finger your own ass.

The site encourages me to hurry, and I start lubing ip my cock, eager to get inside you.

I walk forward, and gently pull your hand away from your ass. You lean forward on Zack’s body and I get into position. You stop your gyrating as your feel the slippery head of my cock touch your sensitive rim. You push your head into Zack’s chest, muttering numerous foul obscenities under your breath as your asshole opens up and my dick begins its ascent into your tight little hole.

“Oh yes! Fill me up!” you yell. “I feel so dirty!”

The fit is tighter than usual due to the cock in your pussy, but I manage to force my way into your butt. As you start to move again I can feel Zack’s cock through your internal walls, invading your cunt just as my cock invades your ass. sakarya escort

“Oh my fucking God!!” you scream. “I’m going to fucking cum! Fuck me you bastards! Fuck my pussy and asshole!”

Your body quivers and shakes as Zack and I pound your holes mercilessly with our dicks. I wrap a good portion of your hair around my hand and yank your head back as you climax.

“Fuuuuuuuuucccccccckkkkkkkk!!” you scream at the top of your lungs.

I can feel your pussy and ass convulsing at the same time, as your hands claw at Zack’s chest. Suddenly Zack bucks forward violently, groaning in pleasure.

“Yesss”, you hiss as his cock dumps a load of hot cum inside you.

I can’t believe another man just came inside you! I start to fuck you faster, plunging your ass with long, deep strokes. I can feel it coming. For a second I wonder what I should do. I then grab a hold of your hips and fill your asshole with my cream, coating your insides with it so much that it begins to leak out from around my cock.

As I pull my softening dick from your anus, I feel an intense drowsiness come over me. I sit back and watch as you give Zack one more kiss before dismounting your sweaty body from his. I grab a drink of water before retiring to your bedroom to lay down. Before I know it, I’m asleep.

I awake feeling of the bed shaking violently. Wearily, I open an eye looking to my side.

“Yeah, fuck me! Oh yeah, yes! Right up my ass!”

Your sweet voice shouting such obscenities pulls me from my sleepy haze. I glance to my side to see you lying on your stomach with Zack lying on top of your prone body with his cock firmly embedded in your ass. His ass is rising and falling with short jerking thrusts causing the bed to shake each time. He has one of your arms pinned down behind your body and a hand firmly grasping a good portion of your hair. his face is right beside yours as he talks into your ear.

“You like that huh? You dirty little whore! Do you like my cock in your ass?”

“Yes! I love it! I’m such a little slut! Shove your cock in my dirty little asshole!”

He’s treating you like such a worthless slut and you’re loving it! I lay there examining the scene as my dick begins to go hard. Your eyes are closed in passion, although there is nothing passionate about this. i wonder to myself if he’s hurting you, and if you even care.

“I’m going to cum slut! Where do you want it?”

“In my fucking face! Cum all over my face!”

Suddenly, Zack pulls his cock out of your ass and grabs you by the hair dragging you up as he jerks his cock. You open your mouth in a lewd fashion, sticking out your tongue like some porn starlet.

Zack groans as a stream of white cum explodes from the tip of his dick all over your face. You scoop up a large gob of the cream and shove it into your mouth, as he continues blasting his jism at you.

“Suck it!” he demands shoving your head down on his cock.

You obey, eagerly sucking his dick into your willing, cum-filled mouth. I see you look up at him in admiration as you milk the last of his cum from his tip. I close my eyes again as my mind races. What have you become?

Zack gets dressed and leaves, without much of a goodbye. I hear you get up and get in the shower. I look down at my cock, standing at attention and give it a few strokes. I then get up and make my way to the bathroom. Now I can’t let you have all the fun can I?

The End

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‘So how was it, sweetie,’ Hamish asked me as I opened the door. I was still shivering with desire from licking up my wife’s lover’s cum off her huge, oiled tits in ‘their’ bedroom downstairs (actually my marital bed)..

I felt a sudden wave of emotion, after being so overcome with desire to watch my wife’s lover come all over her. I had helped him by pushing my wife’s massive, oiled tits together.

What had happened to me? I felt vulnerable, lost, and was suddenly desperate to show Hamish that I was his sissy, eager to serve.

I crawled over to him, looking as slutty and vixen-like as I could, and took his semi-flaccid organ in my mouth and started sucking, feeling grateful to be able to serve this real, manly man.

‘You’re so sweet, Chloe,’ chuckled Hamish, as I felt his dick growing in my mouth, bigger even than my wife’s lover’s. I cupped his big, hairy balls gently.

‘But tell me, darling, how was it watching Pablo with your wife?’

Reluctantly, I stopped sucking on his huge cock and panted, ‘Humiliating… but when Pablo was fucking my wife’s tits, I just wanted to make it good for him.’

‘That’s because you’re a sweet, little sissy,’ said Hamish. ‘You’re almost too perfect really.’

I burrowed between Hamish’s thighs and started licking his big, hairy balls, as he moaned quietly. All I wanted was to make this man love me. His cock was standing proud, and I started licking its full length, pushing my blonde wig out of my face, and taking his rock-hard cock-head into my lipsticked mouth.

‘Thank you, Hamish,’ I said, looking at my bearded, muscular lover across his hairy chest. In a small voice, I said, ‘I just want to be the perfect sissy wife for you.’

Hamish gestured me to come up and straddle him, and I pulled my silk panties down, and straddled his chest with my hairless legs, still wearing my satin maid outfit. I knew yalova escort what a good sissy wife would do, and I rubbed my hands across my sissy entrance, still lubed with the oil from Pablo fucking my wife’s tits in front of me.

Hamish’s strong, hairy hands positioned me, and I felt his hot, stiff prong at my entrance.

‘Now, sissy Chloe,’ said Hamish. ‘Would you really want to be a sissy wife? I’m not a sissy like you. I will never suck you off or even wank your cock. But I’ll make love to you like no one ever has.

‘All your pleasure will come from my big cock – sucking it whenever I want, and pushing it deep into that lovely sissy cunt of yours. Could you live like that?’

‘Oh Hamish, yes,’ I squealed, as I felt the tip of his rock-hard penis at my entrance. My own cock was harder than it had ever been in my life, concealed under the satin and frills of my maid’s outfit.

‘Well I think we need to do one more thing with you, sissy Chloe,’ Hamish said. ‘One more thing to help you get over this delusion that you’re a man. Then, if you want, you can come and stay with me for a little while – as a woman, full time. You’ll wear women’s clothes everywhere: in my house, outside, and, of course, in bed.’

He was so commanding, so manly, so unlike me. I felt this melting, delicious weakness, this overwhelming desire to be this man’s sissy, and cheekily pushed my bottom back against his hardness. I put on a coquettish voice and said, ‘So what do I need to do?’

Hamish said, ‘Go downstairs and invite Lucy and Pablo up here, show them who you really are. Accept that you are a sissy, and show your wife and her lover who you are.’

I felt this chill of fear at the idea of letting go. That Lucy’s manly lover would move into my bed, giving my wife the orgasms that I never could. That I would leave here, dressed edirne escort as a woman, and spend my nights being shafted by a man. That I would go out dressed as a woman, with my man, and people would see me, a sissy. A man’s sissy wife.

But my hardness told a different story. I rubbed my hands in Hamish’s chest hairs and whispered, ‘I’ll do it to be your sissy wife, Hamish.’

Everything felt slightly unreal as I knocked on Lucy’s door, the door of my own bedroom. She said, ‘Come in,’ and I saw them both still entangled on the bed, with one of Pablo’s hands cupping one of Lucy’s enormous boobs.

Lucy had a dreamy look on her face, the look of a woman lost in sensual pleasure. A look she had never had in all our years of marriage.

‘Er,’ I stuttered, ‘Hamish wants you to come upstairs, and watch him, er…’

‘Put his dick in your ass?’ Pablo laughed. Lucy shot him a warning look.

‘Yes I suppose so,’ I said, shuffling about in my sissy maid’s outfit. ‘He would love you to watch.’

Pablo muttered something about ‘gay shit’, but then said, ‘You’re such a sissy girl it’ll be hot. Let’s watch them darling.’ I watched his hands squeeze Lucy’s enormous tits and she rubbed languidly against him.

‘If you’re sure, darling,’ she said to me, ‘I know you like Hamish…’

For a second, I felt utterly humiliated. Why was I letting this man paw my wife? Why was I inviting my wife to watch me being fucked like a girl… along with her lover? But in a small voice, I said ‘Yes, I want you to watch.’

The two of them giggled together on the way up the stairs. When we arrived, Hamish opened the door, once more in his jeans and shirt, and said, ‘Come in, come in.’

Lucy and Pablo sat together on a chair in the corner, both in dressing gowns. I saw Pablo’s hands fondling her huge, heavy boobs, and erzurum escort she turned to him and kissed him hungrily.

Hamish said, ‘This is a test for sissy Chloe. We need to help her through it,’ and gestured to the floor, without breaking eye contact with Lucy and Pablo.

I shivered with humiliation as I knelt in front of him in my maid outfit, and began fiddling with his fly.

‘Look how much she wants my cock,’ Hamish said to Lucy and Pablo. Pablo laughed derisively. I pulled out Hamish’s cock and began licking it, looking up at my man with lust.

Lucy said in amazement, ‘She loves it, doesn’t she?’

‘Oh this is just the beginning of her talents,’ chuckled Hamish. ‘Come on, sweet sissy Chloe, up on the bed.’

I crawled up onto the edge of the bed, pulling my sissy maid’s skirt out of the way and presenting my arse. I had never felt so vulnerable.

When I heard Lucy and Pablo giggling together, I felt utterly ashamed. But then I felt Hamish’s strong hands on either side of my bum and he purred, ‘Darling Chloe…’ and I almost melted with desire.

I forgot all about my wife and her lover watching, as I felt Hamish’s huge tool prodding at me. There was a twinge of pain, but then this delicious fullness as he slid his length into me. ‘It’s so deep,’ I whispered. ‘Shhh my sissy girl,’ said Hamish.

Soon he was shafting me energetically, and I raised my head enough to see that Lucy and Pablo had stopped laughing, and were watching, transfixed as my muscular lover pounded into me. Pablo had developed an erection. All my shame and shyness seemed to melt and I heard myself squealing, ‘Oh Hamish, Hamish, Hamish.’

I heard Pablo say, ‘She is hot this little sissy bitch.’

Suddenly I felt come spraying out of my cock onto the bed, as Hamish pounded and pounded into me.

Lucy said, ‘Oh my god, she came from you fucking her Hamish, I can’t believe it.’

Hamish’s rhythm slowed as he masterfully fucked me, and I knew he was going to come inside me. I said, ‘Yes Hamish, please make me your sissy wife. I want to be your sissy wife!’

As he slowed down, spurting hot seed deep inside me, he growled, ‘Yes, Chloe, I want you to be mine.’

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This story builds on characters from the “Becoming Kitten” series and many references in here will make much more sense if you read that series first.

This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18

——-

Stacey stares at herself in the restroom mirror, buttoning up her waitress uniform in the bland fluorescent light.

She’d felt pretty once, not too long ago. The captain of the volleyball team, popular and frisky, she’d enjoyed her body and her life, cavorting with her friends and trying to outdo each other with sexy shenanigans. She’d fucked two guys from the crew team at once, gotten tipsy and learned that she actually loved eating pussy, and flashed her big tits at countless truckers on countless road trips, her hair whipping in the wind and laughter animating her beautiful grinning face.

Her black hair, high cheekbones, and full lips haven’t changed, but now the dark eyes in the mirror stare back at them, unanimated by almost any kind of joy.

She’s kind of pissed at herself for that.

She exhales a frustrated sigh. After graduation her Dad got deployed overseas and of course Mom and Monica had moved with him. She’d had to move out on her own. Far from the glorious freedom all high schoolers believe awaits them on the other side of senior year—it’s pretty much sucked.

A few girls from the team had tried sharing an apartment for a while. All out on their own for the first time, they’d quickly gotten catty with one another. As the team captain, they had looked to her to run things and the truth was that these days she hated running things. She just didn’t have it in her anymore and couldn’t manage the girls. Everyone had take everything personally and they all finally walked away from each other, their friendship a smoking ruin.

Her eyes fill up and she hurriedly wipes at them before a tear can fall.

“Fuck!” her reflection hisses, angry at her. She’s a grown fucking woman! She should be able to take care of herself. Take charge of her life. Make herself happy. She’d always barked at the girls on the team to be strong women. What would they say to her now?

She’s tried some things. Yoga classes, intramural sports teams, even a cooking class. But she floats through it all, going through the motions, her days ticking away and something spinning uselessly deep inside her, some psychic chain never catching in any way.

Since her parents moved away, she’s felt so lost. Everyone thought her wild behavior in high school had been rebellion against her father’s extremely strict authority. But in reality the opposite is true—she had loved his attention, even the clarity of his drill sergeant-like demands. The Colonel loved “his ladies”–Stacey, Monica, and their Mom–and he had always shown his respect for them by making so many decisions for them. They’d loved him for that and the family had been a tight unit.

Her athletic activities had kept her body at a fever pitch—she’d been horny all the time. Sometimes that had driven her to some outrageous behavior, but it had been joyful and adventurous, always knowing she had an ordered and happy home to return to, not “acting out” like the guidance counselors called it. Even as a partier and something of a slut, she had never missed curfew. In her last year of high school, everything had felt in such perfect balance.

But now her family is gone and she barely recognizes the bland soul in the mirror.

She lives by herself in a crappy little place, having to make all her decisions on her own. Working at a diner on the highway and—while some of the regulars are nice and she used to enjoy flirting with them–even that’s gone stale. She goes home at the end of every shift and just feels empty. Like a ghost. The vibrance of her former self seems far away now, a wall of something thick and foggy sits impenetrably between her days now and that joyous, horny, living self she was just a few months ago.

“Be a good girl now,” her father used to say to his ladies when telling them to do things and “That’s my good girl” when they obeyed.

Once, when he was picking her up from school. Jessica and her other friends had heard him say it and they had teased her mercilessly. She had played it cool, rolling her eyes and laughing too. But the truth is that she never outgrew how special those words made her feel. And now, grown up and so alone in the world. . .

It has been so long since anyone has told her she is a good girl.

“STOP IT!” her reflection snaps at her, even angrier, her face flushing with heat. “Don’t be pathetic, Stace! You’re not a little girl. Be strong.”

Chastised by her reflection and ashamed of her girlishness, she nods at her reflection and takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

(Yes. I am strong. I am independent. I will own my life!)

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the scrap of paper that she’s kept there for days now.

The phone number. The number she’d wanted to text or to call, but had also felt pathetic about wanting that and mardin escort so had not allowed herself.

It was the number that Jessica had given her when she’d come to say goodbye, because she was going off to some fancy college. “The Academy” she’d called it, but hadn’t really said much else about it.

She sighs again, her reflection watching her vigilantly for any cracks in resolve.

Jessica (she goes by “Kay” now) had been so… different when she came by. Her old friend Jessica had always been spunky, but this new version of her, this Kay—-Stacey had to admit— was simply 100 times. . . hotter.

The new blonde hair really worked, but it wasn’t just that. She moved differently. Slower, more fluidly, her hips rolling with a sexy swing on the high heels she had never worn before. She laughed easier and slower now. She almost glowed—more comfortable in her own skin than Stacey had ever known her.

The two had been pretty close friends during high school, double dating sometimes, gossiping and generally getting each other’s back. She sometimes wondered if Jessica even had a sexy crush on her, stealing glances at her in the showers after practice. Stacey had loved the attention, so had strutted a bit slower, dried herself a bit more thoroughly, making sure her big breasts swung high and visible as she worked the towel on her hair when she knew Jessica was watching.

That’s when Stacey has been the vixen, the rambunctious one. Before everything in her life had . . . gone gray.

“Because you let it go gray,” her reflection scolds her again.

(Yes. It’s true. It’s up to me. I’m an adult.)

But then she remembers how much of her pain had leaked out when Kay came to say goodbye. And she’s humiliated all over again. What a wretched display it had been for a team captain.

She’d played it cool at first, trying to be smooth, but things had gotten out of control. . .

——–

They’d been sitting in a booth by the window and Stacey had broached the topic in what she hoped came off as a playful tone.

“Jess—Kay—I have to ask. What’s your secret?”

Kay had beamed a radiant smile, sipping her coke, eyes twinkling. “What do you mean?”

“Well, look at you. Lots of us since graduation, the ones who aren’t going to college, we’re winding up in jobs like this,” she gestured at the diner around her, “and just. . . It’s just kind of sucking for us.” She had smiled, hoping to put a no-big-deal kind of tone in her voice.

“But you got in fucking car crash, lost your mom and Todd, moved in with a dad I’ve never met and you hardly knew, and now here you sit. . .,” Stacey didn’t know how to say it, so she just blurted “You’re so fucking hot, girl!” It sounded so lame. Stacey had always been the flirtatious one, Jessica had been the tomboy. But now as this new Kay, she was just . . . magnetic. So obviously, deeply happy.

The contrast to Stacey’s own deepening misery had flustered her all the more—rising up like a bubble in her throat. She’d looked out the window as the wave crashed over her, unable to look her fiend in the eye. She was so ashamed of her unhappiness. Swallowing hard, she’d looked back quickly, forcing a smile on her face and relieved to see her surge of emotion had gone unnoticed.

“Aw, thanks Stace,” Kay had said, sounding genuinely touched. Her beautiful eyes had regarded Stacey for a long moment then, and Stacey had been surprised to feel something warm turn over in her belly as the gaze lingered.

Finally Kay seemed to make a decision, and spoke quietly. “Well, you could say I. . . met somebody.”

“Ah ha!” Stacey exclaimed, leaning back. “That’s it. The honeymoon stage of a new fling. That’s why you’re all aglow.” Relief had flooded through her at that point. At least there was something she could point to in Kay’s life to explain the difference between them. It’s not that she was just a broken loser.

Kay smiled a secret smile. “Sort of. I guess you could say that.”

“So, who is he? When can I meet him?”

That secret smile again. “I don’t know, honestly. It’s a little. . . complicated.”

“What, is he married? Are you a home wrecker now?”

Kay laughed along. “No, he’s not married. Nothing like that.” She unconsciously fingered a beautiful choker necklace she wore.

“So, what’s the deal?”

“Well, I’m going away to the Academy so soon. I’m not sure when we’ll be able to. . . get together.”

“Wow that sucks for you—just meet a new guy and then have to go away to school. Sorry girl.”

Kay was unflustered. “Oh it’s not so bad. . . But enough about me. How have you been?”

Stacey told her what she could, putting on a good face, and soft-pedaling the undertow of misery that seemed to suck at her every day.

“Heard from your folks?”

Not meaning to, Stacey coughed a sigh like she’d been punched in the gut. She blushed a little, feeling caught “Not much, no.”

“Do you miss them?”

She felt her eyes water, and she wiped at van escort them. “. . . yeah, sorta. . .” (GODDAMMIT!) This was torture. She was an adult, she was supposed to be loving the free life of adulthood. The wave of emptiness rose up in her again.

Her guts churned in conflict–her friend’s presence and questions were bringing her sadness to the surface, but she was increasingly furious at herself for feeling this way. (What a fucking pussy! What a dishrag!)

“Wasn’t your dad kind of a hardass?” Kay’s question was not judgmental, but of sincere curiosity.

“Oh yeah. . . Everyone thought he was a strict old bastard but. . . ” she struggled. Why was this so hard to say? Thinking of her laundry, her bills, the mess of her life, she whispered almost to herself, “Maybe I kind of needed the rules.” She looked around the diner with a haunted gaze.

After a long silence, she brought her eyes back to Kay, who was sitting very still, regarding her with a gentle intensity. Finally Kay reached over and took her hand—her touch warm and so. . . soft. Stacey felt something weird happen to her own breathing. Something she’d never noticed before when she hung out with Jessica.

Kay then spoke very quietly. “Stacey, I know exactly what you mean. Exactly. That’s one of the things I love so much about . . . this new guy. He has some really. . . really great. . . rules.” She lifted her eyebrows conspiratorially and held her choker out with finger and thumb, clearly indicated it was one of the rules.

Stacey paused, confused. “What do you m—Oh!” It dawned on her that the choker wasn’t just a necklace. It was a collar. She leaned in close, grasping her friends hands tightly and hissing, “Holy Shit, girl! Are you into some weird kinky shit now? What’s going on?”

Kay laughed, an easy, happy, almost giggling laugh. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

Stacey was shocked. Jessica had always been such a—well a horndog, for sure—but otherwise such a regular girl. Sneakers, sweats, that kind of thing. Now she’s out strutting around in high heels and a collar.

Stacey persisted. “So what the hell? What does he do to you?”

Kay’s eyes glazed over briefly, honeyed by remembered pleasures. “Oh—everything. Everything. He’s just. . . Amazing.”

Stacey leaned back, exhaling deeply. Reconsidering this friend of hers who seemed so different now. Like she didn’t really know her at all.

“Wow. Uh. Wow. I don’t know if I could do that.”

“Do what?”

“Uh. Be. . . submissive like that. Somebody’s–what? Property?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“What do you mean?”

Kay sighed. “It’s hard to explain. You’d think having these rules and being so. . . the word is ‘subby’. . . would be, I don’t know, demeaning or something. But it’s really, really not. It’s glorious.”

Something inside Stacey was actually offended at her friend’s easy comfort with saying that. What about women being strong? What about women being independent and charting the course of their own lives? Some angry part of her felt. . . betrayed by what her friend was telling her. She’d leaned in, hissing quietly again. “You’re wearing a collar for fucks sake! Where’s your pride? Does he keep you in a cage?”

It only pissed her off more that Kay just laughed again, “No, and no—though that might be fun to try. I know what you’re thinking, but the fact is I just love it. It’s sexy as hell of course, but it’s also. . . It feels really safe. You feel really taken care of. And it’s helped me become. . .” she struggles for words, then sighs. “More at home in myself.”

With those words, something had begun flowing in Kay’s voice that stabbed at Stacey. There was a warmth, a softness, an obvious feeling of safety and confidence—echoes of belonging, of home. Something she missed so badly. She missed that feeling of belonging. . . .

(I’m a fucking grown and independent woman.)

She blinked. “I don’t know, girl. I just don’t know. Too weird.”

Kay nodded. “I get it. It sounds weird. But it’s—it’s just awesome. I don’t know what I’d do without my Daddy.”

(What.). “You call him Daddy?!”

Something shifted behind Kay’s eyes, as if she’d caught herself off balance and was righting herself. “Yeah. It’s. . . my nickname for him.” She blushed a little.

“That’s just—whoa.” Stacey was having a hard time keeping up. This was nuts, but it was incredible gossip! Just wait until she told—

Then it hit her. She had no one to tell.

Her closest friendships had burned up in and her parents were gone, rarely even returning texts. Suddenly, like a volcano erupting inside her, she realized how all alone she was in the world. She looked around the restaurant—well-lit, but identical to a thousand others just like it across the country—and realized that this was all her life was now. Being a diner waitress and watching TV alone. Identical to a thousand other lives just like it across the country.

In the weirdest, blurtiest moment of her life, she started ankara escort sobbing.

It was bizarre and absolutely shameful. In an instant, she felt like she was watching herself from the outside melting down, hanging onto this one last friend for dear life. Something about her friend’s new presence–her warmth and genuineness–created a soft welcoming moment into which she flowed like a child.

“Oh god, Jess!” She sobbed, “I’m so depressed.”

Concern stormed across Kay’s face and she leaned in, “Stace, what’s wrong? Are you OK?”

Stacey put all her effort into controlling her tears, looking around to make sure no one important was seeing her. She dabbed at her eyes quickly with the paper napkin.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so— I don’t know what to do with my life. All the stupid things in life you have to do and decide. I’ve always had my D—” she didn’t want to say it. She was completely humiliated.

“. . . You’ve always had your Daddy.” Kay whispered.

(FUCK!) Shame flushed through her like a flood of hot and cold. She felt herself blushing. Maybe she shivered. It was just so weird. She hated that she so deeply needed that feeling of belonging again. She looked forlornly around the stupid diner again. Now she belonged nowhere. To no one.

She looked up and saw such care and love in Kay’s eyes—deep affection radiating off of her. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at her like that, and it made that heat in her belly roll around again.

“Stacey,” Kay said quietly. “I’m going to tell you something.”

Stacey took a deep breath to chase away her sobbing. She dabbed at her eyes and wiped her nose. “Yeah?”

“My guy and I. . . We’re—well, we’re. . . not exclusive.”

Stacey furrowed her eyebrows. “What?”

“And I’ll be away at the Academy. So he’ll have a lot of time and energy and—well—I think you’d like each other.”

“What?” Stacey repeated. “Are you really trying to set me up with your. . . what? Your used boyfriend?”

They both smiled at the joke.

Kay kept speaking quietly, slowly. “I’m saying that I think he could give you what you’re missing right now. I know he could. If you both want it.”

Stacey concentric on breathing in and out. This was so weird. Everything about this was weird.

(But look at how happy she is! Look at how at peace!). It was undeniable. Her friend Jessica—now transformed into this beautiful woman Kay—had a peaceful presence that Stacey was increasingly desperate to experience just a fraction of for herself.

And if this guy could give it to her. . .

“This is so weird.”

“I know. But it’s a really great kind of weird.”

Stacey took a deep breath. Fuck it. What did she have to lose? “O.K. . . . O.K. Yeah. I’ll meet him.”

Kay’s smile had widened into a beautiful grin, showing her amazing dimples that Stacey had always found adorable. “Awesome! I’ll talk to him and get back to you.”

—-

That had been a week ago, and now Stacey stands in the bleak flourescent light of the restroom at work, still contemplating the emptiness of her life and angry at not being a self-possessed woman charging into a successful career.

Having gone back over the memories of that pathetic, needful display, her reflection is freshly furious with her.

“Are you strong or not, Stacey?” it asks her, point blank. Her scalp burns as she glares at herself, some kind of deep internal negotiation tumbling furiously inside her.

She gasps as her phone vibrates. Flustered, she pulls it out of her pocket. It’s a text.

It’s a text from that number.

Hi Stacey. It’s Nick. Kay tells me we should meet. I’d like that.

She looks back up at her reflection in the mirror, with something that feels like quicksilver running up and down her spine.

(Am I strong or not?)

“It’s something,” she tells her reflection, a determined strength in her voice. “It’s something to try.”

That feels right. Strong women don’t just sit around miserable. They try things.

———-

The cab drives off, leaving her alone in the hilltop cul de sac.

She is standing outside his front door, heart pounding in her chest. This is the home of the man who turned her friend Jessica from a tightly-wound athlete into the calmest, happiest friend she has right now, going off to some fancy Academy while the rest of her friends. . . well, she doesn’t know.

She doesn’t have any other friends.

She looks around in the rosy light of sunset. It’s a super nice house in the hills, deep green trees flanking a short driveway with lanterns on either side, and the house itself stretching away downslope. It’s nothing like the Army housing she lived in most of her life–either on-base housing or cheap apartment complexes.

This place is somewhat secluded, but the ride up had been through lush neighborhoods and she’s glad to find that it’s not creepy or anything.

Her senses are on high alert because she has no idea what to expect from this guy that. . . well, she has to admit, he seemed to do amazing things for Kay.

She sighs, acknowledging to herself for the hundredth time that—even though she’s a strong and independent woman—she needs that kind of transformation. The thought of living the rest of her life as lonely and. . . useless as she is now is too depressing to consider.

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Jeff and Anna was a married couple in their early twenties. Jeff had blonde hair and blue eyes, and a completely ripped body. Anna had curly brown hair to shoulder length and had brown eyes. Her body was voluptuous, thin but a visible muscle tone could be seen. Her breasts were a thirty-eight C cup, and she had a nice tight ass protruding out of her yoga pants. They had no kids and were currently having dinner.

“So, did you give it anymore thought?” Anna Asked.

Silence.

“Babe?”

“Yeah, I could agree to it. A little more spice in the bed could be interesting. What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking a threesome.”

More silence. After a moment Jeff spoke, “With a man or a woman?”

“I was hoping another guy.”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want you to get attached.”

“I won’t. Please?” Anna begged.

****

A week had passed; Jeff and Anna had discussed and made their decision on what to do. It was a Friday evening and with nothing better to do. Jeff made a call to see if one of his friends, Joe, would come over for dinner. He did not object, and shortly found himself at their place. Joe had short brown hair combed back. His brown eyes had a nice shine to them. Though in decent shape, he wasn’t as muscular as Jeff. When dinner was served, Joe was happy to see what was on the menu. It was a pan seared chicken breast caramelized in brandy, mashed potatoes and broccoli. It was a feast. Anna cooked, and Jeff poured a couple glasses of brandy to drink.

After dinner, the three of them retired to the living room, urfa escort turning on a basketball game the guys wanted to watch. Anna sat in the middle as she brought freshly filled glasses of brandy. A few moments passed, and then she started feeling strange. It must have been the brandy but Anna started feeling frisky.

Without hesitation, Anna put her hand on Joe’s thigh and started rubbing it soothingly. Jeff was watching out of the corner of his eyes. Taking a large sip of his drink, so it begins, he thought.

Joe was the one surprised. “Whoa… what’s going on?”

“It’s alright man. Do you like it?” Jeff asked.

“Well, kind of… yeah.”

“Then just go with it.”

Anna’s hand rubbed up and down Joe’s thighs, turning her head towards Jeff. With her other hand, she rubbed his thigh and kissed him. Her kiss was long and deep, and she hoped it would make Joe want it more. She turned back over to Joe and softly pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly and passionately. As they sat, tongues going wild in each other’s mouths, Anna’s hand went up his shirt feeling his hairless muscles. Her hand then slipped lower into his pants searching for his manhood. What she found is his long dick, growing as she took hold of it. Jeff leaned over and started kissing all over Anna’s neck.

Jeff rolled Anna’s shirt off and undid her bra. Joe looked upon her amazing tits, stunned that this was really happening. Joe and Anna kissed some more, then she leaned back on the couch as both guys kissed and sucked on her neck. balıkesir escort Working their way down, they each took a luscious breast into their mouths. Anna started to moan as she loved every minute of this. Her nipples got hard with excitement while Joe’s hand went into her pants and finally felt her cleaned, shaved pussy.

Jeff leaned up and passionately kissed Anna. As he was doing so, Joe slipped a finger into her pussy and started finger fucking her. In between kisses she moaned and said, “Oh yes…oh Joe…rub my pussy good.”

Jeff stood, pulling off the rest of her clothes as Joe did as he was told, fingering her faster.

“Oh god… I want dick NOW!”

Jeff unclothed and stood on the couch. Anna took his cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Joe got on his knees, spread her legs, and started licking Anna’s pussy. Joe’s tongue went in deep, exciting her even more. She sucked Jeff’s dick faster and faster. Overcome with this sensation, he grew more interested in watching his wife being fucked. Joe, who felt like it was a dream come true, filled his mouth completely with Anna’s pussy.

Switching positions, Joe sat back on the couch after fully undressing. With her mouthwatering for his cock, Anna knelt down doggy style in front of Joe and started sucking his rock hard dick.

“Oh Anna… suck it good baby.”

As Anna’s faced bobbed up and down, Jeff got behind her and slid his cock inter her pussy. Something about seeing his friend’s dick in her mouth made him hungry for more. Jeff trabzon escort slowly started fucking her, and drove it in faster and faster as he watched Joe’s hands rub through her hair while she was deep throating him. With every thrust into Anna’s soft, juicy pussy, joe watched her tits bounce back and forth. He was having the time of his life. In spurts, Anna would suck his dick really fast, and then slow down and suck on his balls. Watching her head bob faster and faster, Jeff pounded her pussy deeper and deeper until he came.

“I’m done hon.”

Looking at Joe she smiled. “Good, now you’re mine.”

Anna stood up and sat on Joe’s lap. He helped slide his dick in her pussy and felt amazed. It was so warm. Anna leaned in close and they kissed. As her tits lay against his chest Anna slowly began to bounce up and down kissing continuously. She then started bouncing faster and faster, her moans getting lauder. His dick went in and out, in and out, faster and faster. Her tits bounced as she rode Joe.

“Oh god Joe, I want to make you cum in me.”

“Oh keep riding babe.”

Anna bucked her hips wildly as she took all of Joe’s eight inch cock. He sucked on her tits some more when he felt the pressure starting to build.

“Oh keep going. I can feel it.”

Hungry for his cum, she rode him as fast as she could, and moaned laud with pleasure. She soon felt his hot cum pour into her pussy and she kept riding until it was all out. Completely spent, they all took a moment to catch their breaths.

****

Now they get together all the time for a late night threesome. Sometimes Joe would stay all night and they would throw a wild party just for themselves. Anna slept in between the guys those nights. Everyone seemed happier once they finally tried it, and Jeff and Anna finally got the spice they were looking for. Getting lucky, it even led to ideas of role playing.

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Hey guys, you wouldn’t believe what happened to me last weeks

I went from being a virgin 19 year old to having the hottest girl on campus as my lover! I won’t tell you her or my name of course, this is the internet

It started out last week, the start of my first semester at a community college close by. I was floored by all the girls wandering around, and it was spring semester, so a lot of the girls weren’t wearing that much.

I spent my first hour of the day just wandering around, checking out girls and not having the nerve to go up and chat a single one of them up, and ended up rushing to my first class, a bit frustrated and declaring that I would lose my virginity this semester. I was tired of using just my hand.

My first teacher was a short, stuttering guy with a wig, who had us change seats to his own liking. Like we were in first grade! I didn’t complain to much cause at that moment she walked in.

She was gorgeous, absolutely perfect. The first thing I saw of her was one long, bared leg, perched on a pair of low pink heels. I followed it up and up, able to see every inch of her golden-brown thighs, her hips and nether regions clad only in a tiny pair of cut-up pajama pants. Above that she had a loose, short white t-shirt, and her long, straight black hair fell down to her mid back. Tucked under one arm she had a small, adorable pink notebook and a mechanical pencil was poked through her ponytail.

She had a pair of large breasts, swelling perfectly with no sag in her shirt, and it was obvious she wasn’t wearing a bra. And her face…oh god..I almost creamed myself at that cute little face, it had perfectly plump, cute little lips, a cute nose and wide, though slightly slanted eyes. She was tanned and her hips swayed with the grace of a model, and guess what her assigned seat was? Right in front of mine!

This Goddess crossed bursa escort her legs and got her notebook out, a tiny wrinkle of concentration on her face as she wrote down the course materials, as I sweated, luckily not needing to hide my erection. You see, I’m a bit ashamed of it, but I’m not that big, maybe 5″ at it’s hardest, though I’m about 6’4″ and built like a linebacker.

Meanwhile, I was thinking, she’s perfect, and looked around the room. To my surprise, no one was sparing her a second glance!, actually, a few were looking at her in odd distaste. Maybe she had done something embarrassing lately? I hoped not, but pressed on. If no one was going to talk to her I would!

I finally screwed up my courage and started talking to her while the teacher was busy talking to another student. It was like magic, she turned that smile on me, and instead of feeling awkward I felt like…myself. We talked about a few basic topics, your classes, etc., and then left class together. I got a few weird looks from other students but paid it no mind.

Once we got out of the class, I didn’t have any more for the day, I had scheduled myself across the week for early classes, because I worked mid afternoons. I silently thanked myself for having today off as the discussion got around to hobbies. Another score! She was into all the same things, even video games! She seemed a bit shy when I asked if we could hang out for the day, but agreed because she said she didn’t have any plans for the day.

As we got into her car( an expensive looking, comfortable BMW, she must be loaded too!), she told me a bit about her family. Her father was from the Dominican Republic (which explained her slight accent and tanned skin), and her mother was Japanese (which explained that she was a bit shorter than average, about 5’2″, and the slight malatya escort slant to her eyes.)

As we headed to her house, she explained how happy she was that I had alked to her, seemed she was pretty shy around the other students, when I asked about why they seemed to avoid her(very carefully of course), she looked at me a bit strangely but just shrugged, saying she didn’t know why..

I told her, “well I think your perfect”, a bit corny yes, but I meant it and she could tell. She pulled into her house then, a huge..manor to be honest. She explained that her parents owned the place, and let her stay there because it was close to the college. Her father owned a ton of real estate all over the country, and her Mother had inherited a large portion of a Japanese software company. We were all alone at her house…

Of course, we barely made it past the door before we were on each other, she was apologizing, so was I, we laughed as our head hit each other by accident, she was hastily explaining she didn’t do this at all really, that she was a virgin, at the same time I was…

Finally we hit her bedroom, I was down to a pair of socks, which I kicked off as she pushed me on to the bed, dropping to her knees to nuzzle at my small cock. I was actually blushing and stammering an apology for It being to small, but she only purred and licked it.

“mm it’s ok papi, I think it’s cute…”She murmured in this sexy lil purr, licking and starting to suck on it. I popped in less than a minute, and she swallowed every drop, mming as my hands rested on her head.

I apologized, but she only shushed me and looked a bit nervous. I told her I loved her,that if she didn’t want to go any further it was ok, and though maybe it was because I’m too small. I felt horrible and told her I did, saying I was sorry I wasn’t big enough çanakkale escort for sucha beautiful woman…

I could see her laughing as she stood up, then kissed me and said a bunch of fateful words:

“It’s alright Papi, outside of the bedroom you can be my big strong Man”She cooed, rubbing your broad shoulders. “and inside, I’ll be your Papi” She said, and I nearly fainted as she tugged my hand down to those tiny boxers, my hand finding, instead of a smooth hole between her legs, a thick brown Shaft! She saw the expression of my face and gasped. “You didn’t know papi?” I shook my head mutely, telling her I had just joined that day, and she looked horrified, suddenly apologizing and bursting into tears, how she hadn’t met any guy like me before, how we seemed ot match up so well, she thought everyone their knew!.

I can proudly say I didn’t even hesitate; I gathered her in my arms and kissed her, deep and long, our tongues stroking each other after a few minutes.

“I…I love you…”I said, and she said it back, sharing the same breath as I shyly rubbed the front of her boxers. I said I would do anything for her, and that I wasn’t turned off by her.

She got this sly look on her face and suddenly her small hands were pushing me to my knees.”mmm than Papi’s gonna be my girl for today ok?” She said, the boxers dropping, she was huge! Easily 10 inches, uncircumcised and tanned, a pair of heavy balls behind it, completely hairless.

I’ll admit it, I didn’t even hesitate, I started tonguing and licking at her fat cock like it was a lollipop, enjoying the taste as she moaned and gasped just like a girl above me, but that huge cock was definitely masculine in front of my face, she purred and finally pushed it into my mouth, gasping that she was gonna cum!

I kept sucking for all I was worth, making up from experience with enthusiasm. She shuddered and erupted, moaning as she filled my mouth with gurlspunk,so much that she pulled out and sprayed my face down so I wouldn’t choke. I immediately started licking at her heavy balls, unable to help myself as she shot and moaned and called me her Gurl..

We did a lot more, but for now that’s it, more to cum later….

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Friday

Becca wore a pleated white skirt and maroon colored tennis shoes.

John was in handcuffs and on his knees licking them with his tongue.

She tugged on his leash.

He raised his eyes up to her at once.

“Slave, I have a question.”

Adorned in the apartment that had once been his was graffiti. Slogans. Proclamations. Hashed out in spraypaint. He’d have a hard time explaining them to the landlord if he had to.

Becca is my Goddess.

John is Becca’s slave.

Becca owns me.

And Becca truly did own him.

I hadn’t happened over night. It was slow. First the slave collar. That was the start of it. It started out as a joke. What it had evolved into, though.

John was the first one. But after he emptied what was left of his bank account, she knew that she truly did have complete control of him.

Becca was a cheerleader. But not just any cheerleader. A USC cheerleader. The sexiest kind imaginable. Her tan smooth legs were the first thing that John noticed about her when they had met. The sexy trim legs of a beach volleyball player. That had been almost three months ago, when they first met at the Starbucks where he worked. She had ordered a latte from him. It was the first of many orders to come.

“What is it, Goddess Becca?” He’d have found a way to turn the sky red if she ordered him to.

She playfully kicked his cockcage as if she might let him orgasm that night if he answered the question correctly. The key to it was on a thin necklace around her neck.

“Have you finished my stat project?”

He had to survey a sample of students for a statistics project. Well, it was Becca’s homework assignment, really. But he was doing it for her. It was Rule 13 in the Slave Contract that he had signed earlier when they made it official. He did all her homework.

John wasn’t the only one. Becca had three of them now. One by one, yalova escort students on the campus of USC were collared and enslaved by her. She had them doing all manner of chores. Everything from laundry to groceries. This allowed her to focus more on beach volleyball. If they obeyed sometimes they were allowed to watch her at her games.

John hadn’t obeyed. He hadn’t finished the stat project, and it was due on Tuesday.

“I was planning on doing it this weekend. I had work last night.” His Starbucks tips were aggregated in a bowl that he kept on the kitchen table. She collected them every Friday.

“Have you surveyed any students yet?”

“Not yet.”

“Slave, it’s Friday. How are you going to finish it this weekend if you haven’t surveyed any students?”

He fumbled to come up with an answer but couldn’t.

“If you don’t do as I say, then I have to punish you.”

She dropped the leash. She threw her backpack on the ground and opened it. From inside she pulled out garments. She threw the clothes on the floor in front of him. He nearly fainted at the sight of them.

A schoolgirl skirt. Stockings. Black heels.

She unlocked his cuffs.

“Put them on.”

He hesitated.

“Put them on, slave. Obey.”

John slipped the stockings on his naked legs. The skirt was next. He didn’t like how feminine he felt in it.

“Now the heels.”

He had to wear them as punishment when he didn’t obey her. The ankle cuffs went around his ankles. They were padded with pink fuzz on the insides.

“Thirty minutes.” She said it firmly.

Click!

The cuffs were back on.

“Yes, Goddess Becca.” He said it with his head down. The ballgag was harnessed around his head.

She led him outside on his leash. He looked like a piece of property. Which he was.

Most students had finished their classes and were enjoying edirne escort the Californian sunshine. The ones that happened to be meandering around the Tuttle house were shocked when they saw John being led on a leash to the beach by Becca in her sexy white USC cheerleader outfit. Girls in sundresses snickered. Many clicked away with camera phones and uploaded the photos to social media websites.

Becca owned him.

Becca was a blonde, sexy cheerleader.

John worshipped her existence.

Becca had power over him.

She led him down to the beach. A woman walked by and placed her hands over the eyes of her little boy at the site of him.

Near the pier there was a bench affixed to the ground. It might have been used for something other than clipping a slave’s collar to on any other Friday afternoon.

She ordered him to his knees and clipped the slave collar’s D-ring to a pole on the bottom of the bench so that his face was practically touching the walkway and his ass was in the air.

While she locked it in place with a Masterlock John could smell the cocoa butter on her soft hands.

She drew her lips up to his ear. “Thirty minutes,” she whispered, and walked away.

It was humiliating. To be locked up wearing a schoolgirl skirt in public.

Chained to a park bench like a dog.

He wished he had surveyed the students like he was supposed to.

Becca owned him.

Saturday

Rob was relieved when he finally heard the door open. It meant that Becca was done playing volleyball at the beach.

He cocked his head and through his peripheral he could see that she was wearing ass-tight denim shorts. The sound of her flip flops was all he heard at first through his muffled breaths.

She crouched down onto her knees so she could be nearer to his level. She grabbed the bars of his cage with her hands erzurum escort and caressed them. He watched her fingers move helplessly in his hogtie The sight of them reminded him of what she might do to his cock if he played his cards right.

“Happy to see me, slave?”

He mumphed through his ballgag that he was.

He could feel his cock swell uselessly against the cockcage that she made him wear.

She reached through the bars and unlatched the clasp of his ballgag. It fell to the bottom of the cage in the puddle of drool that had collected there.

Next she held the key in front of his eyes. It was close, but with his hands tied behind his back he couldn’t do anything but long for it.

“If you’re a good boy, slave, then I might play with your cock today.”

“Yes! Please, Goddess Becca! I’ll do anything you ask! Please let me come today!”

His dorm room had been converted into a shrine. A massive photo of Becca in an Alice in Wonderland outfit was stapled to the wall.

He had a book on the desk with the words “Poems for Becca” written in cursive on the cover.

She got up and went to the desk where the poem book sat. She picked it up and flipped through it haphazardly.

“Maybe I’ll let you come today, slave, and maybe I won’t. Depends.”

“On what?” he begged.

“On your poem. Which one have you decided on?”

“387.” He had it memorized.

“You think it’s good enough?” She flipped to it. She read aloud.

“Rebecca Alex Morrison. Goddess.” She smiled. “A good start.”

She continued. “I do not own my own hands. They exist to serve you. You control my penis. You control my thoughts. I would slaughter an army to whiff your blonde hair. I am your possession. You own me for life. I belong to Becca Morrison.”

She smiled. “It’ll look good on you.”

She grabbed the D-ring of his collar. It was an uncomfortable metal thing and he had spent all Saturday in it.

“So? Are you going to let me come today?”

She didn’t respond. Instead she just giggled and read through more poems one by one. After a few minutes, she sighed and unlocked the key to the cage.

“Can I come tonight?” he asked again.

“Not yet. Let’s go to the tattoo shop first.”

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Bettie and I became really good friends and I started spending a lot of time at Bettie’s house on the weekends. Bettie had a little brother JJ, who was a little cutie. She did not like him to hang out with us; however, I enjoyed it very much. Keeping secret the fact that I had a crush on her little brother was very hard. Though JJ is only a year younger than I am, when we were kids people really frowned upon age differences. Stupid I know. I found myself wanting to spend as much time at Bettie’s house and doing things with her family so I could be around JJ. Bettie and I stayed friends after high school and she contacted me about going camping with her and her family like we did as kids. Of course I wanted to go, so I could see JJ. I still liked JJ after all these years and wanted to see if he might be interested now that we were all out of school and 21, 20 and 19.

I had gone camping with their family a few times over the years and one of the resorts we went to they had a swimming pool. I found it exciting to see him without a shirt on and in swim trunks. He had really nice legs from playing catcher in little league and in high school, which all those squats gave him a really nice ass too. I would watch him and wish that he would kiss me. I would even wish he would come up to me in the pool and grab my ass or my tits, or maybe even finger my pussy while in the pool. Little did I know that the same time I was wishing and hoping he would make a move on me, JJ was watching me wanting the same thing all this time.

This camping trip was different from all the rest. I started noticing that JJ was watching almost my every move. So as the day progressed I started to plan out my first moves towards JJ. I decided to go relax in the hot tub; there were a few other campers in there. I got comfortable and was relaxing and joining in the conversation. Bettie had met a guy at the camp ground and went to discover their unexplored territories. The other campers had gotten out and left. There I was sitting in the hot tub all alone when out of the corner of my eye I saw JJ. He was headed to the hot tub. Was it a coincidence or was he waiting for the others to leave.

It wasn’t too awkward as I have known JJ for a mersin escort several years now. I decided to see if he would make a move. I asked him to sit by me as he was sitting across from me. There was some innocent flirting happening, though I think him and I always flirted. I was getting ready to grab his thigh when I felt his hand on mine. As JJ sat next to me and started rubbing my leg and we both felt my legs spread open mmmm so he rubbed my pussy threw my swim suit. Holy shit was running thru my mind! What had just happened? I am sure I had a look of surprise at first, but it didn’t last long as I wanted this for some time.

Acting on the current situation I decided to give JJ what he was really wanting. To his surprise I pulled my swim suit open so he can touch my bare pussy. At this point I wanted to grab him and kiss him, though I didn’t. Then to my surprise he pulls my hand down his trunks and on to his cock. I gently start to pull on his cock. I was quite shocked as to how hard it was getting. I was quite impressed. Then JJ leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You are the first girl to touch my cock and make it so hard.”

As I continued to stroke his cock, I felt his fingers as he continued to play with my pussy. I wasn’t sure how far he wanted to take this little escapade and then I felt his finger penetrate and the sensation I felt from his touch was insane.

I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t dreaming. My heart was racing and I felt like I had butterflies fluttering through my veins. I decided to straddle him while still in the hot tub, so I could look into his beautiful blue eyes. I felt his hand in the small of my back, and he ran his other hand all the way up my spine and he cradled my head in his hand. The eye contact between us was so intense and neither one of us said a single word. JJ pulled me in ever so close to him and kissed me with such passion it made my toes curl. It was such an amazing feeling I got from that kiss, and it sent chills down my spine and all over my body. As I was still straddling him we continued to kiss some more. Then JJ started to kiss down my neck and to my chest where he stopped at my breast, he gave kocaeli escort me a glance that was acting more like a question. Without spoken words he asked if he could suck on my breasts and I answered him the same way. There was such a strong connect between us that I don’t think either of us had ever felt with anyone before.

Next thing I knew he had one of my breasts in his mouth and he was sucking and biting on my nipple. He then tilted my breast towards me and we both licked my nipple together, I was in shock, did he know about my hidden talent was running through my head. It didn’t matter; I was enjoying my hot tub session with JJ. I never thought that after all the time I had spent with his family that he and I would be alone in a hot tub kissing and fondling each other. I continued to stroke JJ’s hard cock as he continued to kiss me ever so gently and with such passion. Then as fast as everything started with JJ it was over, as I looked as his face and by what I felt in my hand JJ blew his load in the hot tub. I heard him whisper under his breathe, “Damn how embarrassing”.

I leaned in closer to him and asked him what he meant by that, JJ responded with, “I’m embarrassed I blew my first hand job load in the hot tub, and it was from a sweet and sexy girl”.

I lean in closer, kissed him ever so gently on the cheek and then whispered in his ear, “don’t worry it will be our secret”. Then I nibbled on his ear as I got out of the hot tub.

The look on his face was pure relief, and I could tell he wasn’t ready to get out of the hot tub just yet. I adjusted my suit as I got out. Looked around and find JJ still looking at me. I looked around to see who is still left in the area, and not a soul in sight. Seems everyone scattered back to their cabins. I needed to get the chlorine off my skin and out of my hair, so I headed to the showers. I turned as I walked in and looked right at JJ, since I knew his eyes were still glued to my ass, and motioned for him to follow. I could see that he had a puzzled look on his face, like he was wondering what I wanted him to do. I went in and by sheer luck the area was vacant. I got all giddy with excitement.

I samsun escort was in the shower only a few moments, before I heard him enter the restroom and then turned the water on. He slowly made his way to the showers, where I was standing there with the water running over my body. JJ just stood there in shock as I came towards him and pulled him in for a deep passionate kiss. I was nervous; as there I was standing naked in the shower with my friend’s little brother. He kisses me back so profoundly that when his hands find my ass with a strong grip a ‘sigh’ escapes our lips. My hands found their way to cup his very ample ass and then I pulled his trunks down. Right after I pulled his trunks down, we heard someone enter the restroom, it was his mom asking if everything was ok. I tried to concentrate and sound as normal as I could, since JJ was busy sucking on my nipples, as I answered her. “Yes, I’m fine just getting the chlorine out of my hair”, with that she left.

It was sweet that Bettie and JJ’s mom was checking on me to make sure I was doing alright. It reminded me of when we were kids and she would do the same thing.

Then JJ whispered in my ear, “How hot and sexy he thought my body was.”

I grabbed him and we kissed some more, then he knelt down and spread my lips and began to eat my pussy. For being his first time licking pussy he was doing an amazing job. JJ can curl his tongue in ways I have never seen before. I was trying to keep quiet as we couldn’t get caught in the shower together. I could tell he was enjoying what he was doing and tasting. He was licking my clit more and more and then I started to cum giving him a tasty sweet treat and then I pressed his head into my crotch more and then I sighed. My legs are shaking as I am cumming again. Then I stop him and have him stand up, his face is flushed, I am hoping it was from the excitement.

He stood up and I licked his lips and then kissed him then I told him I came in his mouth. He looked me in the eye and told me, “I am so pleased I ate your sweet pussy and that you enjoyed it.”

I kissed him some more on the lips then worked my way down his chest and all the way down; I don’t stop until I am in front of cock. Just as I was getting ready to return the favor, he pulled me up to him. He kissed me and told me to wait till tonight. And with that he put his trunks back on and slipped out of the restroom.

I finished my shower after turning the hot water up so no one could see just how flushed I was from my fun.

To be continued……

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