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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of incest or incest content.

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A first time for everything, Lauren has incestuous thoughts for her daughter and sexual thoughts for her daughter’s girlfriend when she accidentally happens upon her daughter naked and having lesbian sex with her naked lover.

Continued from Chapter 01:

Only, Jack was one way, all his way. He only thought of himself. He only thought about his own sexual satisfaction and never about her sexual satisfaction. His idea of sex was for him to cum. Consequently, when she wasn’t masturbating him, she was blowing him. Her only sexual salvation was, after he’d fall asleep, she’d masturbate herself. Her only sexual pleasure was what she derived from her finger and/or her sex toys.

She was so very sexually frustrated. A waste of her time to expect to have a fulfilling sex life with him while expecting him to change, he was a waste of her sexual life. Other than she loved him, Lauren wondered why she loved him and why she was still with him. Yet, good to her in other ways, as long as it didn’t cost him money, he never took the time to sexually satisfy her.

As cheap with his money as he was cheap with reciprocating the sexual orgasms that she gave him, he never did what she expected, wanted, and needed him to sexually do. Their sexual time together was all about his sexual pleasure and cumming. Among other non-endearing names that she called him behind his back, because he was so sexually selfish and sexually insensitive, she called him one-way Jack.

So very sexually frustrated, she imagined cheating on him with another man, a real man, her imagined sexually, generous lover. She imagined another man giving her all that she sexually expected, wanted, and needed. She thought of another man giving her sexual orgasms and making her cum with not only his cock but also with his fingers and with his tongue. She thought of another man wanting to give her sexual pleasure as much as she wanted to give him sexual pleasure.

Tired of always being horny, sexually frustrated, and sexually unfulfilled, she thought about ending their relationship. Only, having been around the block one too many times before with more men than she can remember, she was tired of dating and playing the field. She was too tired to start another love affair again with yet another man. She couldn’t do it. She just couldn’t do it. Too painful and emotionally draining a process, comfortably happy with him but for the sex, she dreaded even thinking about dumping Jack for someone else.

Tired of the silly games, the immature questions, the needless lies, and the questioning distrust, she couldn’t go through this again with someone else and someone new. She’d rather be alone than to be with yet another sexually selfish, cheating, lying, abusive, and conniving man. She’d rather be a lesbian and have sex with a woman than to have selfish sex with yet another man. Jack was her last chance at love. He was her only hope for love, marriage, commitment, and compansionship. If sex was her only dissatisfaction and complaint, she needed to stay the course.

Even when she wished he’d masturbate her, he seldom did. Even when she wished he’d eat her, her wish never came true. Even when she suggested that he rub her clit, fingerfuck, and lick her pussy, her suggestion fell on deaf ears. Even when she complained that he never masturbated her or gave her an oral, sexual orgasm when she gave him so very many hand jobs and blowjobs, it didn’t matter.

Obviously, when it came to sex, she didn’t matter. It was all about him. As if he didn’t hear her, realize her sexual frustration, or didn’t even care, he seemingly was oblivious to her sexual needs, wants, and desires. Dabbling at best with his fingers and with his tongue, before giving up and leaving her sexually frustrated, he rarely gave her a sexual orgasm with his fingers and/or with his tongue.

Just once, at the very least, she wished he’d masturbate her. Just once, she wished he’d eat her. Just once, she wished he’d make her cum. Just once, she wished he’d sexually pleasure her in the way that she always sexually pleasured him. Just once, she wished he’d take care of her sexual needs instead of her always taking care of his.

Always the same when about to have sexual intercourse, they’d start out making love in the missionary position before he turned her over and fucked her like a dog. Every time he fucked her like that, she wondered if he was gay. Every time he fucked her like that, she wondered if he’d prefer fucking a man in his ass instead of fucking a woman in her pussy. Every time he fucked her like that, he made her feel like a whore that he had picked up in a bar and brought home for the night. Every time he fucked her like that, he made her feel like a dirty bitch instead of his loving woman.

Always the same, instead of him rubbing her clit and fingerfucking her pussy while licking her pussy, he put a heavy antalya escort hand to her shoulder and pushed her to her knees. He wasn’t ashamed or embarrassed to tell her what he sexually wanted but she was always ashamed and embarrassed to tell him what she sexually needed. Never saying no to his not so subtle suggestion for a blowjob, she just wanted their one-way sex to end. She sucked his cock to get it over with and to sexually please him so that he’d go the fuck to sleep.

She allowed him to cum in her mouth and always swallowed his cum. Anything to sexually appease him, even to allow him to give her a cum bath. She allowed him to shoot a second load of his sexual lust across her naked breasts, all over her face, and in her hair. She just wanted him to go to sleep so that she could give herself some sexual relief and masturbate herself while he’s sleeping.

She stroked him faster while sucking him deeper and didn’t stop until he ejaculated his sexual lust in her mouth. It was then, that instead of returning the sexual favor and masturbating her or giving her oral sex too, predictably and expectantly, he fell fast asleep. It was then that she masturbated herself while imagining her perfect lover. It was then that she masturbated herself while wishing he’d masturbate her or give her an oral, sexual orgasm in the way that she always gave him one. While imagining him fingering and licking her cunt, it was then that she masturbated to give herself some much needed, sexual relief.

‘With me masturbating myself with my finger, vibrator, and dildo, why do I need him,’ she thought?

Instead of him fucking her from behind, at the very least, she wished he’d face her. Instead of him breathing heavily on the back of her neck and sweating profusely in her hair, she preferred he’d look her in her eyes while he was inside of her, humping her, and/or fucking her. At the very least, she preferred him kissing her instead of pushing her face in the mattress with a heavy hand on the back of her head. At the very least, she’d rather he made love to her like a lover instead of just fucking her like a farm animal.

‘What the fuck? What are you gay? How dare you disrespect me? Get the fuck off of me, you pig,’ she wanted to say but she never did.

Instead of fucking her in her pussy, she was surprised he didn’t fuck her in her ass. Not that she wanted him to fuck her in her ass, but seemingly, for him not wanting to face her when fucking her, perhaps he had gay tendencies. Perhaps, when fucking her from behind, he had homosexual thoughts of fucking a man in his ass instead of fucking a woman in her pussy. Perhaps, he’d rather have sex with a man than with a woman. Perhaps, instead of sexually pleasuring her, he’d rather have sex with her daughter. Sadly, perhaps, he’d rather have sex with anyone but with her.

Instead, she pretended she enjoyed him fucking her from behind. She pretended she enjoyed the impersonal sex of not being able to look in his eyes, see the expression on his face, being able to kiss him, and tell him she loved him. Instead of cumming, just so that he’d stop humping her dry cunt and get the fuck off of her, she pretended to have a sexual orgasm. She pretended that he was a lover when he was just one-way Jack cumming in her cunt or in her mouth instead of returning the sexual favor and giving her a sexual orgasm too.

Chapter 02:

Early Friday afternoon and home early from work, treating herself to the rest of day off, Lauren just wanted to kick off her high heels, get out of her clothes, and get comfortable in sweats. She was supposed to go away for the weekend with Jack but he cancelled at the last minute. He threw out his back again and was unable to drive that long of a distance. Not a total loss, at least he won’t be fucking her from behind any time soon. Nonetheless, as if she was his sexual nurse, she’d still be expected to give him regular hand jobs and blowjobs until he recovers.

Not expecting her daughter, Becky, to be home, who else would leave the garage door open? Who else would block the driveway with her car so that she couldn’t pull her car in the garage? Ready to have her go out and move her car so that she could pull in the garage and close the garage door, Lauren opened her unlocked front door.

‘What the fuck? A college graduate and she doesn’t even have the sense to close the garage door,’ she thought when entering her house through the unlocked, front door. ‘A college graduate and she can’t even lock the front door behind her,’ she thought to herself while fuming. ‘A college graduate and she doesn’t have the sense enough to take the precaution of locking the front door to protect herself from an intruder. In this day and age, with crime at an all-time high with murders, rapes, and robberies, no one is safe anywhere anymore and at any time.’

“We’re all victims to the next senseless crime.” Collateral damage in the war of them against us, instead of texting antalyadaspor.com at her cellphone, she wished her daughter was more aware of her surroundings. “No need to make it easy for them to break in her house and steal all that she has, the least Becky could do is to lock the door behind her,” mumbled Lauren under her breath while locking the front door behind her.

Out of the blue, she thought of the TV series Dexter. Dexter Morgan was a serial killer at night working for Miami Metro homicide as a blood spatter analyst during the day. A thought that made her cringe, she thought of him entering her house through the unlocked front door, drugging her daughter with M99, Etorphine, an animal tranquilizer, murdering Becky, cutting her in pieces, and dumping her in the ocean.

‘Eww, that’s so gruesome,’ she thought with a shudder. ‘Able to get away with murder, nonetheless, how could he do that?’

Only, he never killed innocent people. He only killed murderers. His convoluted way of punishing them with his convoluted form of vigilante justice, someone would have to murder someone and get away with the crime for them to be on his table. His preferred victims where those who got away with murder on a legal technicality.

Then, she returned to reality from fantasy when she entered her house. As if walking in on a crime scene, she saw the mess. There were clothes thrown everywhere. As if someone had ransacked the place or someone had been raped and stripped naked, clothes and shoes were strewn all over the hall floor. With her buying her daughter clothes until she recently found a job, she rattled off the prices in her head of how much her daughter’s skirt, blouse, bra, panties, and shoes cost her to be so unappreciated, so disrespected, and so mistreated.

‘What the fuck is all this,’ she thought?

With Lauren having grown up with nothing and given nothing, she had to work for everything she had. She would never abuse her clothes by throwing them all over the front, hall floor. Obviously, Becky didn’t care. Perhaps, she’d care more if she had to pay for them. Obviously, Becky was spoiled. Obviously, her daughter had no idea what things cost, not just in dollars and cents but also in the time and energy that it takes to work at a job to buy her these things. Obviously, Becky didn’t know what it was like to go without and/or do without.

‘I need to teach her a lesson. With her too old to spank, I’m tempted to take her over my knees and spank her nonetheless,’ she thought.

Then, out of the blue, she thought of Faye Dunaway playing Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest. Forget about using wooden hangers over wire hangers, Becky used the hall floor as her clothes closet. She knew how Joan Crawford would handle her daughter abusing her clothes. Taking immediate disciplinary action, she’d put her over her knees and spank her with a wooden hanger.

With her daughter growing up without a father, something she rarely did, she now thought of disciplining her daughter. She thought of teaching Becky a lesson. In the way that Joan Crawford did in the movie to her daughter, she imagined taking her daughter over her knees and spanking her with a wooden hanger as if she was a child instead of a grown woman. She wondered how she’d react to being treated like a child after she acted like a spoiled brat by littering the hall floor with the clothes that her mother paid for her to have.

‘This is for not hanging up your clothes,’ she imagined saying while spanking her ass. ‘This is for throwing your clothes all over the hall floor,’ she imagined saying while spanking her naked ass. ‘This if for blocking the driveway and not closing the garage door. This is for not locking the front door. Now, after you hang up your clothes, move your car so that I can pull mine in the garage.’

Suddenly, the thought of spanking her daughter, sexually aroused her. She thought of Jack’s sexually excited reaction to seeing her spanking Becky. No doubt, as most men would, Jack would love to see her spank her daughter. No doubt, Jack would love to watch her bend Becky over her knees, raise her short skirt to her waist to expose her panty clad ass, pull down her white, bikini panties to her knees, and spank her naked ass.

Not only would Becky’s shapely naked ass be exposed to Jack’s horny eyes but also the back of her brown, trimmed pussy would be exposed to him as well. She imagined her boyfriend staring at her partially clothe daughter in the way that he used to stare at her. She imagined her boyfriend wanting to fuck Becky from behind in the way that he fucks her from behind now. Lauren wondered if she allowed Jack to spank her, if that would sexually excite him enough to not only masturbate her but also eat her.

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In the way that Lauren would love to be as exposed, she wondered if her daughter was an exhibitionist too. Giving him sexually inspired ideas because of the way that Becky disrespects him, sasses him, and pokes fun of him, if ever she married Jack and he became her daughter’s stepfather, no doubt, he’d want to discipline Becky too. Even though she’s a grown woman, no doubt, he’d want to spank her naked ass too. No doubt, he’d love to take her over his knees, raise her short skirt, pull down her panties, and spank her naked ass red raw with his big, manly hand.

Only, fortunately or unfortunately, two of a kind, Becky was as much like her mother as Lauren was like her daughter. After seeing Becky’s clothes strewn all over her hall floor, as if her clothes were on fire and as if he was intent on raping her, Lauren had the sexually arousing thoughts of Jack stripping her naked. She imagined him being possessed with sexual lust to see her naked body. In the way that Becky threw her clothes all over the hall floor, she imagined Jack stripping her naked and throwing her clothes all over the house.

Without taking the time to unbutton her blouse, she imagined him ripping off her blouse to expose her huge, bra clad breasts. Without taking the time to unbutton and unzip her short skirt, she imagined him pulling down her skirt to expose her bright, white, bikini panties, her panty clad ass, and her panty clad pussy. Without taking the time to unhook her bra, she imagined him lifting her bra over her head and off and exposing her naked breasts. As if he was a rapist, in one, quick, and violent tug, she imagined him removing her panties to expose her blonde trimmed pussy and her round, naked ass.

‘Oh, my God, I wish Jack would strip me naked. I wish he would take me. I wish he would have his wicked sexual way with my naked body while I pretended to struggle,’ she thought while sexually exciting herself. ‘I wish he’d strip me naked in front of his drunken friends and have sex with me before inviting them to have sex with me too.’

A wave of sexual excitement passed over her as she imagined Jack stripping her naked. With his friends cheering him, goading him, daring him, and encouraging him, she imagined him stripping her naked in front of his drunken friends. When she tried to fight him in feigned protest and when she tried to feebly resist, she imagined him taking her over his knees and spanking her. She imagined him walloping her naked ass a bright red.

‘Oh, my God. I’d love for Jack to strip me naked in front of his drunken friends. I’d love for his friends to see my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy. I’d love for Jack to spank my naked ass red in front of his friends,’ she thought.

Suddenly, as if she had already been stripped naked and nakedly exposed to his friends, she felt her nipples erecting and felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. Not done with him stripping her naked and spanking her naked ass, one by one, she imagined his friends having their wicked, sexual way with her helpless, naked body. She imagined his friends forcing her to have sex with them. She imagined them forcing her to her knees and forcing her to blow them. She imagined them cumming in her mouth and all over her face and naked breasts.

In the way that Jack seldom masturbated her, never ate her, and rarely made her cum, doing all of those sexual things that he never did, she imagined his friends giving her multiple orgasms with their fingers, tongues, and cocks. She imagined his friends gangbanging her while he watched and masturbated. She’d not only love Jack to strip her naked and spank her but also, she’d love Jack to strip her naked and spank her in front of his friends.

‘How hot would that be to be stripped naked and spanked in front of Jack’s friends? How hot would that be for his drunken friends to see me naked? How hot would that be for his friends to touch me and feel me everywhere? How hot would that be for his friends to masturbate me and eat me? How hot would that be for his friends to make me cum? How hot would that be for his friends to have gangbang sex with my naked body,’ she thought while ready to masturbate herself over her sudden sexual fantasy of being stripped naked, spanked, masturbated, eaten, and gangbanged.

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She abandoned her sexual fantasy to return back to her reality of horniness and sexual frustration. She looked at her daughter’s clothes littering her hall floor. Obviously, with her bra and panties there too, she must be naked. A sudden glimmer of Becky standing in the hall naked sent a sexual shiver down her spine. Suddenly, horny enough to have sex with her daughter, she wondered if he daughter would have sex with her mother.

‘Having not seen her without her clothes in years, I wonder what she looks like naked now,’ she thought while feeling her breast through her clothes. ‘With her inheriting my big breasts, I wonder if she looks like me when I was her age,’ she thought while fingering her nipple through her blouse and bra to an erection.

Obviously, her daughter was in the front hall naked with the front door unlocked. Anyone peeping in her window could have seen her daughter naked. Asking for trouble, anyone could have followed her home. With the door unlocked and Becky preoccupied stripping naked, anyone could have entered her house.

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I went to the nearby Outrigger Hotel and checked a room to settle in for few days until the training sail with the tri-delts got underway. In the afternoon I caught the bus down to the shopping mall and bought a few new shirts and shorts. A new pair of shoes and a stop at the barber had me ship-shape again after cruising from Tahiti. Felt really good to get cleaned up after the passage.

I checked email again on the wireless and the delts had sent a message with the name and number of the sponsoring professor from UofH. Apparently, the professor would be coming along on our trip to San Francisco with the students. The professor was named Jean and I gave her a call to introduce myself and talk about chores to get underway. We made dinner plans for tomorrow evening at the Outrigger. She said she would call me when she got close and that she had long blond hair so she would be easy to recognize. Jean sounded nice on the phone – real friendly – young. I slept like a baby that night recovering from catnaps on the trip from Tahiti.

I waited in the lobby as Jean stepped out of the car at the valet. Woahhhhh… Jean forget to mention that she had a smokin’ body. The blond hair was down to her shoulders. She was slim but stacked – at least D-cups. Her red Chinese silk dress showed off her ass too. I felt my dick stiffen as she came through the door. I smiled big when we met and shook hands. I think maybe she felt something too because she was smiling and had a hint of a blush to her cheeks. I could not believe my luck that I would be spending three weeks on hatay escort the boat with this hottie. I could just imagine how she would look in a bikini.

We had a good dinner and talked about the upcoming trip but there was just something that kept us laughing. I can’t put my finger on it but we really hit it off. We had a bottle of wine with dinner. Jean offered to pay for dinner and I let her. Still, I wasn’t ready for the evening to end so I offered to walk Jean down the beach for a look around. Jean felt something too and agreed and said maybe we could find a place to get a night cap later.

Jean was sending strong signals that she wanted more than just a walk… as we went down to the beach she had pulled in close and expected that I wrap my arm around her – I felt we were moving pretty fast. God – there was just something there… I just knew I was going to be fucking this woman sooner or later.

After we walked to the beach Jean really knocked me over by asking if perhaps we could have that night cap in my room… damn… that’s gonna work. My dick went to stiff on that note and I let her know it by closing in for a real embrace… and a warm kiss… what a classic… standing in the shadow of the Duke Kama ma statue in Waikiki pressing my hard-on into her belly as she mashed her big tits into my chest – we could not walk fast enough to get back to the hotel room.

I stood next to the bed as Jean began unbuttoning my shirt… she kissed her way down my chest as she slowly dropped to her knees… Jean unbuttoned my shorts harshatayota.com and eased them down past my hard-on. Ummmmmm she purred as my dick sprang up popping my belly. Jean eased me down to the bed and tugged my shorts off… she leaned forward and began sucking my cock looking up at me with lusty eyes. She knew what she was doing… she wanted me to fuck her for a long time – and being smart like a professor – she knew that sucking my first load would make me a much better lover for my second, third, and forth loads. It didn’t take long… Oh yeah, ohhhhhh, fuuuuuuukkkkkk mmmmmeeee – ahhhhhhhh – I know Jean felt my dick swelling as my balls lifted… My belly convulsed as she locked her mouth on my dick… the tip of my dick was purple from her suction and I warned her… ummmm Jean here it comes baby – which caused her to press her head forward for one last pull – uhhhh, uhhhh uh my cum erupted into her mouth. She let a white drip trickle down her chin and swilled the rest as she smiled knowing her turn was cumming.

While I recovered Jean stood at the foot of the bed and unzipped her dress. The red silk slid away exposing her black bra with those fucking huge tits and then her black panties… stepping out of the dress she reached behind and unhooked the bra… easing the straps down and letting the cups fall away from her huge knockers. Her nipples were to die for – they were big and round almost an inch long sticking out from the tit. Jean squeezed her tits and then eased her panties down… she was shaved.

I beckoned her up onto the bed coaxing her foreword until her pussy was just over my mouth. She was silent as she pushed her hips forward to my tongue… ummm she was creamy… I love that musty pussy smell. I never get tired of tasting a woman’s cream either – and Jean did not dissapoint… I licked her clit out of its hood and it was hard. After some more licking it was clearly engorged and protruding. I was able to get my lips and tongue fully around it sucking as her hips began to gyrate… I reached up and tweeked her nips which made her shudder – I kept working on her clit as her pussy drained its cream down onto my chin. I was in heaven. Soon – her hips began working in unison with my tounge – her hips pumped her clit into my mouth as Jean began to grind… I could see her getting short of breath as she supported herself on the headboard. BAM – Jean convulsed sucking her pussy back into her gut, BAM, another convulsion as her pussy just drained into my mouth – holy fuck… I’ve got to be on a boat with this hot piece of ass for three weeks? I may not make it through.

After Jean eased off my face and slowly recovered she told me that she had a hard time finding boyfriends and she had not cum like that for years. I felt the same way… I could not wait to roll over between her legs and sink my dick into her sopping pussy – and it was as good as I expected. We fucked for hours. Back and forth, and again and again – I shot my sperm up in her pussy and she asked for more. I gave it to her again and again and finally she was spent – drifting into slumber naked and dribbling cum from her pussy onto my hotel bed. Damn she was hot. Her big tits hung off the side of her chest and decided to suck on a nipple as I drifted into slumber…. What will tomorrow bring?

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This was initially intended to be the first part in a series, but this set-up is so strange and unique, that I never figured out how to write the action in a similarly interesting fashion. My apologies if you want more, but you have my permission to fill in the details.

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The morning had been going horribly. Charge, back a day early from two weeks in Europe, was expecting a quiet morning to respond to the hundreds of emails he knew would be a waiting him. Instead he found himself roped into two impromptu meetings. The first from which he was just hustling back was with John McDermott, president of the major subsidiary and Charge’s most important customer. John was a son-of-a-bitch manager who distanced himself from those he felt were below him, had no patience for listening, and believed that barking was a motivational tool. Through all the growling and teeth snapping, there had not been a chance to respond so Charge was tasked with responding via email practically immediately. The dog would be expecting it by noon, 25 minutes from now.

Additionally, Charge ‘s boss, Coleman – a nice but demanding man, had called a meeting for noon, and Charge did not want to be late. As he walked his mind was racing in preparation for the composition before him and the reconciliation that a late entrance before his boss was all but assured. To a passerby he may have looked intense or just out of it – thumbs pressed to temples, and all fingers pointing up like the blinders on a carriage horse or a folded bill on a baseball player’s cap.

As Charge entered his windowless office, he closed the door. It made him feel claustrophobic, but would clearly send the “I don’t want to be disturbed” message. Additionally, he deliberately left the light off, as he felt the glow from the monitor and his desk lamp cast a softer light and enhanced his focus. As he approached his desk he wondered if the papers scattered upon it looked a little different. He stopped for a moment and then continued. Coming around the desk, he grabbed the back of his chair and began izmit escort to pull it out to sit. Halfway, he stopped again. For a moment he stood in silence and then reached over the chair and turned on the computer. As it came to life he paced in front of the desk, pensive. “How did life get this complicated” he wondered. He thought back a few years and felt melancholy at the loss of simple pleasures – laugh-filled lunches with co-workers, Friday afternoons at the bar, the pursuit of girls in the office? With that his mind briefly drifted to a memory of a girl he had seen that morning, short, curvy, and very sexy. She was wearing a pastel green mini and French hose – a much-welcomed violation of the corporate dress code.

Shaking it off he returned to work. He pulled out the chair and sat in deeply, accidentally kicking what must have been his briefcase under the desk. The computer spoke its initial greeting and signaled its readiness to work. With a click of the mouse the word processor loaded and Charge stared into space, thinking. His eyes weren’t really looking at anything, but his head was pointed in the direction of the bookcase and the door and his briefcase leaning against the wall between them… and his briefcase leaning against the wall between them? Very slowly, he placed both hands on the edge of the desk and pushed away, peering into the darkness below. He was not sure what he had kicked, and when he saw a slight female form he nearly jumped. He knew her; it was Cat, the girl in the green mini skirt, only now the skirt was loose and torn. As his eyes adjusted, he saw what he assumed was the blush of embarrassment. He studied her face. Flushed it was, but rather than fear in her eyes, he sensed devious amusement. She stabilized herself with one hand on the floor and placed the other on the inside of his thigh. She appeared to be trying to stand, but she made no real effort to come out, and he made no effort to make way for her. A moment passed without words, both players assessing the situation before them. Eyes still on her, madeinizmit.com Charge’s hand moved to the telephone. Almost automatically he hit the speed dial button for his bosses’ assistant. “Susan,” he said eyes still locked on the nymph between his legs “Tell Coleman, I’m going to be a little late to his meeting today. Also, do me a favor and call John McDermott and tell him he’ll have to wait until tomorrow for his email”…

Regaining control, Charge offered to help the girl out from under his desk. He took her hand in his while using the other to protect her head from a likely bump on the bottom of the desk. As she stood they both attempted to act like this was nothing out of the ordinary, that it was somehow normal and expected that she should be standing there, penned-in – his seated legs on each side of her and the desk behind. He told himself that there was a justifiable reason why they would be standing like this, with her stomach so close to his mouth that she could feel the push of his breath. He was certain there was a reason why they were sharing this moment in his dimmed office in the middle of the day.

Drawing-out the moment he remembered the rip in her skirt. “I can help you with this,” he said looking down at the hem.

“With what?” she questioned teasingly.

“The tear, er, the tear in your skirt,” he stammered, reaching behind her, searching for a sewing kit tossed aside after some past trip. As his fingers spanned across the desktop, he registered the flowers of her perfume. He imagined the softness of her knit top against his face and tried in vain not to let it show. Bringing the sewing kit into view, he slowly removed the necessary tools. He carefully – even skillfully – led the thread through the needle and tied a perfect 3-twisted knot. Cat watched all this in anticipation.

Cat leaned back on the desk, lifting her weight slightly off her feet and gently thrusting her pelvis towards Charge’s face. As he took the two torn sides of cloth in his hands, he was very aware of the lace topped French-stocking immediately south of his working area. Pulling one side of cloth out, he placed the needle deftly through the ripped seam and pulled. As he worked through the other side, the tightness of the skirt became an impediment. Clearly this is generally done with the skirt off and no distractions. He pressed on. Through one side, a tug, and then through the other. Again, through one side, a tug, and then through the other. As he worked his way down the skirt, the tug got a little harder. On the fifth or so stitch, he inadvertently caught the flesh of her leg. She writhed just once and silently. A small drop of blood appeared. Charge wiped it – rubbed it – slowly with his finger, which he then lifted to his mouth, licked and rubbed again. He looked up, apology implicit in his gaze. Her dark eyes were locked on him, lip lightly bitten. Her back was arched away from him. She was grabbing the desk for support. At that moment she was in control, but he felt that the way she looked she could lose it at any moment.

With the bleeding stopped, he continued down her skirt, stitching. He got to the end, tugged tightly and tied another perfect knot. He folded the hem up toward him exposing the white skin of her thigh and the knot. He moved his face lower, grabbed the lose end in his teeth and tore. His face grazed her leg and he caught the smell of her skin, now centimeters away from his mouth. He paused. The moment was an eternity. It hung for both of them. Eventually the decision was made. He moved his lips toward her thigh and kissed, lightly, tentatively, testingly. He felt the tightly wound spring in her break free as she arched her back, stomach toward him. She let out a soft moan, and grabbed his hair with both her hands. As she pressed his face into her, he kissed deeper and deeper into her thigh. His hands moved underneath the fabric of her skirt as he mapped the first and decidedly most delicious contours of her body.

With his fingertips still inside her skirt, he rose until their faces were within inches of each other. Gone were the concerns of justification. Their eyes met briefly in agreement of very real danger that was about to be ignored. His mouth moved towards hers. Their lips parted as the damn broke…

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Note to readers: So, sorry for the long delay. This is the third time I’m submitting this.

Lit is no longer accepting .rtf format, so rejected my first submission. I was submitting in .rtf because I’ve had trouble with .doc losing characters. This story is in .doc format, so I hope it still looks okay.

Don’t know what is going on with Lit, but when I resubmitted in .doc format, they published some random story that I’ve never seen before instead of mine. I didn’t actually see the story or the comments, but I could see the comment titles. Not surprisingly, there seemed to be much confusion.

I’ve changed the name slightly because I don’t want to inherit the ratings and comments from the random story that was published in place of mine. Hopefully this one will post very soon. Again, so sorry for the delay.

Chapter Twenty-One

The TV was on, broadcasting an early-season game between the Seahawks and the Saints, and it was a close one. Guy’s attention normally would have been riveted to the game, but today he couldn’t muster enough energy to care. He’d turned the sound off; it was annoying. He would have turned the TV off entirely, but he felt like he should care. He should want to watch the game and know the score.

He certainly didn’t need the glow of the TV in order to see. He didn’t even need the night vision feature of his bionic eye anymore. He could see clear as day regardless of the amount of light.

He sighed. I’m more of a mutant now than ever.

His hearing had been enhanced to the point where he could hear a squirrel running up a tree outside, several hundred yards away. His sense of smell now was almost overwhelming. He could smell things that he’d never thought of as having a scent: the kitchen counter, his glass coffee table … everything had its own scent.

It was confusing, all of these new sensations. He mainly just tried to block them out. They weren’t of any use to him. His plan was to get well enough to be sent on another hunt, and then to fail. He was fairly convinced that, in his current state of mind, he couldn’t succeed if he wanted to, but he didn’t want to succeed. He just wanted to die. Suicide by vampire—a hell of a way to go.

However, he wasn’t sure he’d ever get better to the point where he could hunt again. He might have to come up with a different plan for his demise. He really didn’t want to commit suicide outright; the idea was repulsive. But he was in so much anguish, he would do almost anything to escape it.

The doctor had visited him earlier in the day and was confused by his lack of progress. He was a week out of the hospital, and not only was he not getting stronger, he seemed to be getting weaker. Making it to the bathroom was a monumental feat. He had no interest in eating. His arm was a useless appendage; he could barely wiggle a single finger. He wished they’d removed it.

But mostly, he just didn’t care.

The doctor didn’t understand what the problem was, but Guy knew: he was missing his heart. It had been ripped out of his chest and now there was a gaping hole there. The void left by Mel’s absence was a chasm so deep and wide and depressing that he’d never be able to climb out of it. He just wanted to die.

He had failed Mel. He’d failed to protect him. He’d driven him away. He’d lost the only thing that gave his life meaning, and he would never get it back. He understood why Mel had left: he was a freak show. He was a grotesque cross between a vampire and a human, who was incapable of having a normal relationship. He wasn’t even able to sit in the same room as Mel and have a conversation—the proximity would make the beast inside him go crazy. He would attack and rape his precious angel, and that would be a horror far worse than his own death.

He gave a bitter laugh. At least I’m too weak to do that anymore.

He shifted on the leather couch, his muscles protesting every movement. A sharp pain slashed through his shoulder. He glanced at his bottle of painkillers on the table. Consuela had left the lid off because he was unable to open it one-handed. Is it too soon to take another one? He decided it didn’t matter because he didn’t have the energy to make the effort. He closed his eyes and escaped into sleep.

*****

Salvatore heard himself whimpering and tried to silence himself. Even standing still—or hanging limply from his chains as he had been doing—the pain was excruciating. Putting one foot in front of the other caused fire to flare across the sensitive nerves of his anus, even drowning out the agony of his empty eye socket.

He couldn’t see. His remaining eye still worked, but it was so filled with tears of pain it blurred the world around him. He clutched his sister’s thin waist to steady himself. gaziantep escort She was cool—cooler than she should be. She was covered with volumes of fabric. A thick black cape hung from her shoulders, its hood covering her hair. Under the hood, she had covered her face completely with a thin crimson scarf.

Why? he still had the presence of mind to wonder.

He had managed to stop whimpering, instead letting out little stuttering gasps as he shuffled slowly forward, leaning heavily on his sister for support. Her arm was wrapped comfortingly around his waist, and she urged him on in a low voice.

“Hurry, Sal. You need to get as far away as possible before nightfall.”

Something about this sentence bothered Salvatore, and through the fog of pain and confusion, it took him a few moments to figure out what. You? “You’re not coming with me?” he cried.

“Here, this way,” she said, tugging him along through a wide arched doorway onto a massive stone porch. She paused on the porch, sucking in her breath in a hiss. Then, seeming to gather herself, she plunged forward down the steps and into the bright midday sunlight, dragging him along with her. A low cry, almost as if she were in pain, broke from her lips, but she didn’t falter.

Salvatore squinted his eye against the brightness, tears streaming down his face as his pupil fought to adjust after so much time in the dark.

“Hurry Sal!” she said again, her voice tight. He could hear her panting behind her scarf.

He wanted nothing more but to lie down and die. He clung to her and struggled on, one foot in front of the other as they trundled down a grassy slope toward the water.

“Here,” she said, pausing. “Watch your feet.”

Salvatore blinked hard, trying to see through the blur. The green gave way with a sharp line to a dark brown. He smelled pitch. They were at the edge of the dock, he guessed. He picked his foot up and put it carefully on the darker area, then Eva was hauling him forward, their footsteps echoing hollowly on the wooden platform. He could hear the waves lapping at the shore, smell the fresh breeze that came off of the great lake. We’re free! In spite of the blinding pain, he felt joy burst forth in his heart. He had given up hope, but somehow Eva had come out of her stupor to save them.

“The boat is here,” Eva said. Pulling him down to his knees, she took his hand and placed it on the smooth wooden gunnel. It was the boat they had come in—the one he had stolen from his father to make his escape. It was one of his father’s smaller, less ostentatious boats, a 17-foot 1948 Chris Craft Deluxe Runabout. It had a fast, new motor that ran almost soundlessly—one of the reasons he’d chosen it.

“Get in,” Eva urged.

Salvatore squinted at the boat, trying to orient himself with it. They were even with the helm. He crawled into the boat, hissing as his sore ass came in contact with the red vinyl seats. Then he turned to help his sister in. She was kneeling on the dock, but didn’t take his hand.

“Come on, Eva.”

“No, I can’t go with you, Sal.”

“What do you mean?” Shock froze his beating heart. “You can’t possibly stay here!”

“I have to, Sal. It is too late for me. I am already changed. I cannot go back.”

“What are you talking about, Eva? Of course you can go back. Father will be furious, but—God, I never thought I’d say this—I’d rather face him than stay with that demon. Come on. Hurry!”

She inched away from the edge of dock as he reached for her hand. “No, Sal. You need to go without me. Rescue yourself.”

“You can’t stay here! The demon will kill you when he finds out you’ve helped me escape.”

She let out a low, bitter laugh that didn’t sound like her at all. “I don’t think he can kill me anymore.”

A coldness crept over Salvatore that had nothing to do with the wind coming off the water. “What do you mean?”

“He has turned me, Sal. I am already becoming like him. You must leave quickly while there is still enough human in me to help you. It’s already been so difficult to help you—I am getting these horrible urges to hurt you.”

He saw her frame shudder and she clenched a fist.

“Would that you could end me but I’m afraid that if you tried I would kill you.” Her voice broke when she said, “Go Sal, and try to remember me as I was, not for what I’ve become.”

“But … but…” Salvatore stared at his sister in horror, seeing only the red scarf which hid her face. He couldn’t accept leaving her behind. It was too much of a burden, too much of a loss. “No, Eva. You must come with me.” He grabbed her cold hand and tried to pull her into the boat.

She pulled her hand easily out of his grasp and gave him a shove which sent him sprawling backwards. Pain screamed through him.

“I will not leave you,” he said stubbornly, through teeth gritted against the pain.

“Look at it this way, Sal. You babelan.net are not leaving your sister behind. Your sister is already dead. I am the monster who has taken her place.” As she said this, his sister pulled the scarf away from her face, just enough to reveal her eyes.

They were black as coal and as soulless as the demon’s.

Guy woke with a cry of horror on his lips. His body was board-stiff and covered with a sheen of cold sweat. I failed her. I led her into mortal danger and left her there. The anguish caused by the old wound was almost as sharp as his new pain.

I have failed everyone I’ve ever cared about. I really don’t deserve to live, he thought.

*****

Some time later he heard Consuela coming. The noise of the golf cart gliding through the tunnel was unmistakable. Then he heard a noise that caused his heart to suddenly start pounding in his chest.

There was more than one set of footsteps coming toward the elevator, and then he heard Mel’s voice, distant and soft.

A surge of adrenalin rushed through him and he sat bolt upright, pain screaming through his shoulder. His breathing was erratic, his pulse pounding. He’s here! My mate is here! He felt almost panicked.

What does he want?

That question was answered soon enough. As the elevator doors slid open, he heard Consuela say, “Come say hello to Guy.”

Mel’s answer crushed him with the force of a mountain of rocks. “No, I don’t want to see him. I’m just going to go to my room and pack up my stuff. I’ll be done in no time.”

He sank back to a prone position on the couch, devastated. Then Mel’s scent reached him and he practically swooned. He’d forgotten just how heady that scent was. My God, it’s no wonder that I want to rape him every time he’s near. Even lying on his deathbed, he was affected. He felt a surge of energy going to his limbs. His cock plumped.

He suppressed bitter laugh as he listened to Mel going down the stairs. His body didn’t seem to care whether Mel wanted to see him or not. It wanted him with a desire so intense it made his head spin.

But it was his heart that really craved him. Yes, his heart was back. Returned suddenly from its hiatus, it was beating frantically in his chest, and it hurt like nothing he’d ever felt before. The craving for Mel, the longing, the needing, the loving—it was like an ocean, vast and deep and turbulent, and oh so painful.

He listened to Mel packing. He could hear him opening drawers and rummaging through the closet in the guest suite downstairs. He listened intently and breathed in his scent. These would be the last moments he’d ever have with Mel, the last moments before the brief joy Mel had brought him was gone forever.

All too soon he heard Mel struggling with his suitcase up the stairs. He wanted to run and help him, but his body was wasted; he could barely crawl to the bathroom, he wasn’t going to climb stairs and carry suitcases.

He heard Mel wheeling his suitcase to the elevator and his pain level reached an all time high.

“Consuela?” Mel was looking in the kitchen for his housekeeper, who was there, chopping onions—he could smell them.

“Yes, chico?”

“I’m ready to go back now. Will you take me?”

“Not until you’ve talked to him.”

“What? No, I really don’t want to. Please don’t make me.” Guy could hear the panic in Mel’s voice, and his pain ratcheted even higher. It felt like there was a vice around his chest, crushing him. He couldn’t breathe.

Consuela’s answer was firm. “I’m am not taking you back until you’ve at least said hello to him.”

There was a long silence, and then Guy was surprised to his hear his own voice, sounding steady and commanding as he called out, “Melvin! Come here!”

He immediately cursed himself for not having the grace to let his mate go in peace, for being so selfish he had to see him one more time even though his mate clearly didn’t want to see him.

*****

Mel heard that resonant voice, powerful and demanding, and a tsunami of longing crashed over him. His feet began to move in the direction of the living room; he was incapable of stopping them. Guy’s command was just too compelling.

The living room was dark, lit only by the bluish glow of the television. Guy was stretched out on the couch, wearing baggy sweats and a ragged T-shirt. Mel approached him slowly, awed by how much he seemed to have changed. His face looked gaunt, his eyes were heavily shadowed, and his dark hair fell lank and greasy across his forehead. He looked like he’d aged ten years. His left arm was in a sling strapped to his chest. The smell of sickness clung to him: antiseptic, purulence, and stale sweat.

Mel swallowed the lump that rose in his throat.

Guy watched him approach, his single eye dark and unreadable in the dim light. He lifted his right hand and pointed to a spot on the floor directly in front of him.

Mel shifted the coffee table out of the way so he could stand where Guy had indicated, then, because it seemed natural to do so, he dropped gracefully to his knees and bowed his head. He felt his body start to tremble.

This is what I want. I want to serve him. I want to offer myself up to him. I want to make him happy. And I want him to love me and protect me in return. Is that too much to ask? Apparently it was, because he knew that Guy didn’t even want to be in the same house as him, let alone the same room or the same bed. Suddenly the intensity of his longing overwhelmed him and with it came devastation. His heart was laid waste, nothing left but smoking ruins. Tears began to fall from his eyes and run down his cheeks. He kept his head bowed and focused on his breathing, but he could not stop the deluge.

Fingers on his chin lifted his face, and he was looking into that one dark eye, which reflected back his own pain.

“This is my fault, isn’t it?” Guy said softly. “Oh, Mel, I am so sorry—so very, very sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

The lump in Mel’s throat was so big, he couldn’t speak. Guy looked upset—over him! This was not what he had been expecting at all. Then Guy spoke again and Mel’s world was rent in half.

“Hurting you is the last thing I ever wanted. I love you.” Guy’s voice was low and deep.

When Mel heard those words coming from Guy’s mouth, he was shocked. He would not have believed Guy could be so sadistic. It didn’t even occur to him that Guy could mean them, because that was an impossibility. The man he thought he’d loved was toying with his emotions in the cruelest possible way. He was pretending to be sorry, pretending to love Mel, so that he could twist the knife in further.

Mel lurched to his feet. I need to leave. There’s no way I’m going to stay here and let him torture me. His encounter with Guy was more painful than he could possibly have imagined.

But before he could take two steps toward retreating, Guy caught his hand in a firm grip.

“Please, Mel!” Guy’s voice broke. “I … I won’t stop you from leaving. I understand why you want to go. I know I’m a monster. I just … I wanted you to know how sorry I am for hurting you.”

Mel had been looking toward the kitchen, wanting to extract his hand and run, but something in Guy’s voice caused him to turn and look at the big man.

The faint bluish light from the television glinted off the tears that were running down Guy’s cheek.

Mel froze in shock. It took his brain several seconds to process what his eyes were seeing. He reached out a hand and touched Guy’s cheek. His fingers became wet with his tears.

“You’re crying,” he said in awe. This was the last thing in the world he ever expected to see.

Guy turned his head away, looking at the back of the couch. He swallowed. “It’s the drugs,” he said in rough voice.

The realization that Guy had deep feelings for him, might even love him, dawned like the brightest sun.

“You … you really love me?” Mel’s voice was so husky he almost didn’t recognize it as his own.

Guy turned his head toward him, looked him in the eye, and said, “With all my heart. There will never be another. I will love you with every shred of my dark soul until the day I die, and maybe even after that too.”

Mel was stunned.

Absolutely gobsmacked.

He stood motionless staring at Guy as his brain frantically tried to rewrite everything he believed about him. What shuffled to the top and stood out in glowing letters was this: he truly loves you! At that moment, Mel realized he still loved Guy too.

He let out a small, inarticulate cry of joy, and hurled himself onto Guy for a hug, completely forgetting about his injuries.

Guy let out a grunt of pain as Mel landed on his chest and wrapped his arms around him.

“Oh, God, I’m sorry!” Mel cried, suddenly realizing that he was crushing Guy’s arm. He started to climb off of Guy, but a large hand snaked around his waist and held him in place.

“It’s good. I’m fine. Stay,” Guy commanded.

“Yes sir.” The words slipped naturally from Mel’s tongue. He buried his face in Guy’s marble chest and hugged him as tightly as he dared, letting the emotions of the past few minutes wash over him. It felt incredible to be so close to Guy, holding him. He felt strong fingers stroking tenderly up and down his back. His brain was still racing, trying to fit the new pieces into the half-formed puzzle that was his picture of Guy. Finally, the questions he had were burning so brightly in his mind that he was afraid his brain would melt.

He pulled himself up so he could look at Guy, carefully positioning his arms to support himself without putting pressure on Guy’s injured shoulder. His hip was against Guy’s and their legs were tangled together. The position was very intimate, but it felt right.

“So, if you love me, why … why did you act like you couldn’t stand me?” he asked. “I … I thought you hated me. I thought you were absolutely disgusted with me, being a virgin and all.”

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I rub oils onto your back, massaging your shoulders, back and sides. My fingertips glazing over the sides of your breasts, then I move to you calves and feet, massaging them, moving up your thighs. Kneading your thighs in my hands, your legs instinctively spread little by little. The side of my hands gently rubs the side of you pussy lips. It seems accidental, but you know what this is leading to, so your excitement grows in your relaxed state. My hands rub harder over your pussy lips as I massage your thighs. I feel the heat coming off your moistening pussy.

I drip more oil on your ass cheeks, each hand firm on one check as I massage them, pushing them apart, exposing your asshole and opening your pussy lips. As I continue, my thumbs, slick with oil rub over your ass hole and then over your pussy lips. In a sudden movement, one thumb slides into your pussy and I hold it there. My index and middle finger slide over your clit with my thumb still in you. I start rubbing your clit hard and fuck you with my thumb. My other hand glazes over your skin from your neck down your back reaching your ass checks. My thumb still fucking you, my other hand is rubbing your ass checks and slides between them. The slick oil allows it to slide with ease between your checks and over your ass hole. I feel your hips rising up to greet my hands. I use my finger to rim the oil over your ass hole, eskişehir escort ever so slightly applying pressure at the entrance. Not waiting for a reaction, I apply more pressure. It slides with little resistance in, up to my knuckle. I hold it inside, slightly twisting it and start to pull out very slowly as I do.

After some time, I stop and have you flip over on your back. I move behind your head, applying oils on your stomach and breasts. I massage the sides of your neck, down your shoulders and arms. I move to your sides and stomach up towards your breasts. As I reach your breasts, I start massaging around them, working my hands towards your nipples. I massage them in my slick hands, your nipples pinched in between my slick fingers. I roll them in between my fingers, trying to get a firm grip on your nipples to tug and pinch. As they harden, my hands massage the sides of your breasts and my thumbs massage over your nipples

Soon I start sliding my hands down your stomach, leaning over, my hard cock pressing over your forehead. My hands reach just above your pussy. I spread my hands away from each other inside of your thighs and massage my way towards your wet pussy. I pull your lips apart as I massage them.

I move down to your leg, lifting one up and resting it on my shoulder as I massage it. I switch to the other leg, enjoying the gaziantep escort sight of your legs spread and the view of your glistening pussy. As I finish up massaging your leg, I leave it on my shoulder. I pull your lower body to the edge of the table. My hand rubs over your pussy, inserting one finger and slowly sliding it in and out, twisting it inside as I do. I add another, sliding and twisting. My thumb is pressed over your clit rubbing it. I see your relaxed body breathing harder. I slide my body down, my face between your thighs. I feel the heat on my face as my tongue touches your clit. Removing my fingers, I quickly replace them with my tongue. Licking between your lips, up and down I can feel the warm juices oozing out from your pussy. I push my tongue as deep inside you as I can while my fingers pinch and roll your clit. I feel your tightness around my tongue as I push it inside you.

I stand up take my cock out and guide it against your eager wet pussy. As I push the tip in slow, I rub your clit. I then thrust in hard and hold it deep inside you. I pull out fast and push in slow, then pull out slow and push in hard. The sudden mix of sensations causes a deep gasp as your relaxed body quickly adjusts to the sudden but pleasurable discomfort. I then start a slow pace as I fuck you. I reach up with both hands and massage your nipples as your giresun escort own hand has started to play with your clit. I feel my orgasm grow, and I see you breathing and moaning louder and faster.

Quickly I roll you over, your feet on the ground and body leaning on the table. I slide back in and fuck you harder and faster. My hands start massaging your ass cheeks, spreading them. I slide a finger passed you tight slick asshole, gently and twisting it as I push in deeper. My other hand smacks your ass. My finger is now sliding in an out of your ass as I fuck you hard. I give another smack on your ass as the sudden shock heightens your senses from your relaxed body.

I can start to feel your pussy convulsing around my cock as your orgasm hits you. As your pussy starts to relax from your orgasm, I start to pump my cock slowly and pick up the pace with each pump. I feel your juices drip down my cock each time I withdraw. I pull your hips up to thrust deeper and harder. The feeling of your warm hole continuously trying to milk my cock is finally too much to hold back and shot my hot cum deep inside your already soaked pussy. I hold your hips tight against me as my cock twitches inside you with each shot.

I withdraw a little and push back in. I pump in and out slowly, mixing my cum inside you. As my cock deflates in your pussy I reluctantly slide it out. Your body relaxed and exhausted, I see your eyes closed, breathing heavy while lightly biting your lower lip. Stepping back I notice the mixture of my cum and juices slowly running down your still trembling legs. I quietly walk away and leave you to enjoy your state of bliss and relaxation.

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[This chapter will make much more sense if you read chapters 1-3 first. This is only my second story here at Literotica. I have posted it in Mature, but it could also have been posted in Fetish, BDSM, or Romance. Obviously, it has a range of themes. Everyone in this story is well over 18.]

After her thrashing, the shy widow craves rough sex and her wish is granted.

Chapter 4

Margaret felt cleansed by the violence and pain of her thrashing, and all her worries and hesitations now took a back seat to her hunger to have Will inside her cunt, violating her propriety and reserve, giving her the pounding she desperately craved. She tugged sharply on his chest hairs and ground her teeth on his nipples, hoping to provoke him into plunging his rigid member into her hungry maw. She was not too proud to beg.

“Please, Will! Fuck the living daylight out of me. Stop holding out on me, you’re driving me crazy! Stick it in, you wicked man!”

Margaret hugged him tight and started clawing his back with her dark red fingernails. She reached down to his hairy bum and started smacking his cheeks.

“I get the message, my dear,” he said calmly through gritted teeth.

He knelt between her legs and grabbed her ankles pushing her thighs back until he had her knees up and her ankles resting on his shoulders. He sinop escort felt in the dark for her hairy snatch and slapped her sopping twat several times with his meat stick. Then, without warning, he roughly drove his cock between her slippery cunt lips and deep into her tight little love tunnel.

Margaret let out a guttural grunt as Will plowed into her. She rolled her head from side to side, hissing and swearing as he roughly pulled his prong almost out and then thrust it back in again, over and over. This was what she needed and had been deprived of since Paul had left her. It was her carnal penance for all of her depraved desires and twisted cravings. Deep within her, she felt her heart glowing and pulsing, as a fiery warmth spread through all her nerves.

She could feel a cum building, thrust by thrust, as she hugged his gristle with her inner love muscles. She felt herself just on the verge of a grand release, when he suddenly stopped and withdrew his prick.

“Whaaaaa?” she exclaimed. Was this another tease?

“We’re almost there. Where would you like my cum? Deep in your cunt? All over your face? Or up your shit hole?”

“Oh God, more of his multiple choice questions!” she muttered to herself. “My butt, my butt!” she nearly shouted, fixing on his final choice, and barely clinging to her sivas escort sub space.

Will jammed his dick back in her quim for a fresh coating of cunt juice and then grabbed her ankles off his shoulders and rocked her pelvis back so that her little star was an easy target. He squinted in the darkness and dimly sensed her relax her sphincter in anticipation of his invasion, spit on the fingers of her right hand, reach down and lube her asshole with her spittle, and guide his member firmly into her anus.

That was a lot of procedure for Margaret to accomplish in what little remained of her sub zone, although the pain of accommodating Will’s prick, combined with the stinging pain lingering from her thrashing renewed her endorphin level to a happy space. She did adore having a nice stiff member rooting around in her rectum.

Margaret surrendered to the simple joy of an anal reaming. For many, the anus in all its components was a sadly under-appreciated erogenous zone, but not for Margaret. She was capable of an overpowering cum from anal stimulation alone. From regular practice with her dear Paul, she had developed a subtle control over her sphincter and peristaltic muscles. With his thick member now wedged up her rectum, Will was experiencing her secret talent.

Margaret was urgently chanting an amazingly tekirdağ escort filthy incantation which sounded especially lewd coming out of her usually quiet little mouth. “Fuck! Shit! Fuck! Shit! Cram it! Damn it! Yes! Yes! Stir it around! Oh my God, Will, I’m cumming!”

Will was also ready to explode. Margaret came as if in an involuntary seizure, and once again squirted girl juice all over his crotch, while he gave a final thrust and spurted string after string of spermy goo up her clutching rectum.

“Oh, baby!” he uttered, totally wrung out and spent. He let go of her hoisted ankles and let her legs drop to the bed surface. Carefully, he extracted his softening dick from her sphincter and flopped onto his back, raggedly trying to catch his breath. He closed his eyes and was instantly out for the count.

When he finally came to, after how long? Minutes? Hours? Margaret was snuggled up to him, an arm across his chest, and a knee against his thigh. She was sound asleep like a kitten, and he could almost imagine her purring.

The night was still and all was well. He was happier than he’d felt in a long time, and he tenderly wrapped his arm around his new charge’s shoulder as she slept. Yes, she was a “piece of work”, but also a treasure. He offered a silent prayer of thanks to the gods or to Fate or to Whatever had made this possible. And then he slept.

The End

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(Part 5) – The Dream

Liz drifted off to sleep.

She is standing in the Midnight Sun next to Kara looking at what she remembers as the wall of dildos. Only they aren’t dildos; they are all real cocks; cocks that have been seemingly removed from their owners, each one in a large Ziploc baggie with a name written on it.

She is looking at the assortment of cocks on the wall. In the top few rows they are all smaller to average sized. In the middle of the third row down, she sees one with the name ‘Greg’ on it. She looks closer. She can’t be absolutely certain but it really does look like her last boyfriend Greg’s cock. Liz reaches out, taking it off the wall display.

Grabbing it by the shaft she notices it is warm to the touch through the baggie. She turns it around in her hands, looking at it from different angles. The base, where it should be connected, is just smooth flesh, a bit more pink than the normal flesh color of the cock. She turns it to look at the head. As she does she squeezes the cock and a drop of clear pre-cum leaks out of the hole.

Intrigued, she begins opening the baggie when she notices Kara out of the corner of her eye bending over, towards the lower rows. Looking down, she sees that there are only a few cocks to select from down in the bottom two rows and they are large.

Kara grabs one from the bottom row and squeals with delight, “Look! I got it!” Then goes towards the cash register with the one she picked. Liz forgets about Greg’s cock, setting it on a shelf as she follows Kara to the counter.

Sonja is there dressed in a shear black gown. Liz sees the tall, dark woman’s nipples poking against the silky fabric and the shape of her body. Liz thinks that Sonja is almost glowing under that gown.

Now she sees Sonja taking the cock from Kara and telling her, “An excellent choice miss, I am sure you will love this one. The donor came in just today and let me take it from him.” She enters something into the keypad of the cash register then lays it down on the counter.

Liz looks at the cock lying on the counter clearly for the first time. Instantly she recognizes it, even without the name ‘TOM’ written on it in bold letters. It was his cock, there was no doubt; as beautiful as ever alanya escort and even bigger.

Liz reaches out to grab it and Sonja’s hand stops hers. “Excuse me Elizabeth, this one is already been selected by Kara.” The dark haired woman says.

“But that is the one I wanted. It’s mine!” she argues.

“Hey,” Kara cuts in, “it’s mine now fair and square. Go get your own.” Liz can’t believe her ears. Her best friend is getting her boyfriend’s cock.

“Now ma’am,” Sonja says to Kara, “once you leave the store all sales are final so would you like to try it out before you go?” Kara immediately answers, “Yes I would!”

Sonja picks up the baggie and takes Kara’s hand in hers and leads her towards a door behind the counter. “Guests are permitted to watch, if you would like.” She says to Liz.

As she watches the two women walk through the doorway her mind starts to race. ‘What’s going on here? How did this happen? Why would Kara take Tom’s cock from me?’ She hurries through the door into a darkened room.

In the middle of the room is a large bed highlighted from above by a soft glow, with Kara already naked sitting on the edge, a look of hungry impatience on her face. Standing in front of her is Sonja. Liz can tell there is someone else in the room, on the other side of the bed in the darkness, watching, but she can’t quite see who.

Sonja lets her robe on the floor at her feet. Her body almost impossibly curvy and hair pulled back in a tight pony tail, falling to the middle of her back. The only thing she is wearing is some kind of leather harness around her waist and between her legs. She opens up the baggie and takes out Tom’s cock.

Holding Tom’s cock by the base in her right hand Sonja now walks over to Kara. Using her long muscular legs she spreads the smaller, sitting women’s legs apart. Now Liz sees her placing her left hand under Kara’s chin and tilting her head back, just a bit. Kara is looking up directly into the dark woman’s eyes.

Sonja begins to run the head of the cock around Kara’s lips. Within moments Sonja is sliding the cock in and out of Kara’s mouth. Saliva drips down Kara’s chin and she reaches out with her hands and steadies herself by grabbing onto Sonja’s hips, while the larger woman artvin escort increases the intensity and speed which she is fucking the girls face.

Liz stands, unmoving, and watches, a feeling of lust rising in her. She wants to be sucking that cock; she wants Sonja to be fucking her face with it. She can feel her clit swelling and longs to touch it. But for some reason she can’t. Her hands won’t move from her side.

“You are only allowed to watch in this room Elizabeth. You have to watch while Kara enjoys her new toy. Maybe she will allow you to use it in the future, but in here, you are just a spectator. Unless…” Sonja stops with the cock more than half in Kara’s mouth and has turned her head to look directly at Liz with those dark eyes.

Liz’s breathe catches and she tries to speak. “Unless, you said unless…” she stammers.

“Yes, unless Kara allows otherwise, which she can do for a price.” Sonja says as she takes the cock out of Kara’s mouth. “Would you like to name a price so that Liz can enjoy herself in here too?” she asks Kara. While Kara answers, Sonja pushes her down onto the bed.

“Yes, I would.” Kara says, lying on her back, her legs still over the edge of the bed as Sonja looks directly at Liz. She lowers the cock to harness she is wearing and presses the base into a small hole in the front of it. Moving her hands away and turning her body slightly towards Liz, she shows off the cock, moistened from Kara’s saliva and the pre-cum dripping out of the end, now jutting out from her groin. A smile grows on her face and she turns back pointing the massive cock towards Kara’s glistening pussy.

When Sonja reaches Kara’s clit, she begins to gently rub the head against it. Liz’s own clit throbs in response to the scene before her. But now not only can’t she move her arms or hands, she can’t look away either.

Kara moves in small thrusts and brings her hands to her small perky breasts. “I know exactly what I want. I want you to make me come Liz. From now on I will only let you come after you have made me come or when I want you to.”

Her best friend is telling her to give up her ability to come freely. That is the price for Liz to be able to move now, to touch her own clit. ‘Isn’t it enough that she burdur escort has Tom’s cock’, Liz’s mind still spins at the vision in front of her, Sonja pushing the organ deeper into Kara.

“Come on Liz, say yes and you can come over here and lick me while Sonja fills me with this cock, it feels so great! After you have made me come I will let you come. I might even use this amazing cock on you myself, but only after I use it on Sonja.” Kara says between her increasing breaths.

Liz can’t believe she is thinking about letting Kara have control of her orgasms so she can get fucked with Tom’s cock. Her clit is throbbing so hard she feels like it will explode. The whole time Sonja is looking at her with that sexy smile and rubbing her hands all over Kara’s body, touching her seemingly everywhere while the huge cock plunges in and out of the petite woman’s slit.

Just then she can’t take it anymore. Liz takes a deep breath and begins to tell Sonja she agrees to Kara’s deal. She doesn’t even get the words out when she feels herself able to move.

Now Liz’s hands move towards her swollen clit as she walks towards Kara and Sonja. She feels her orgasm building but knows it won’t happen until Kara lets it. Liz positions herself on the bed so she can lick Kara’s clit and watch Sonja’s face as she continues to thrust the cock that used to be Tom’s in and out of Liz’s friend’s pussy.

On the bed where the light seems brighter, as she begins to kiss and suck on Kara, Liz can see more clearly who is in the room with them. Standing on the other side of the bed, just at the edge of the light is Tom.

He is naked and as she looks at his body she can see that nothing is hanging between his legs. Liz begins to say something in astonishment when an alarm blares in her ear.

Liz woke with a start and immediately felt the warm wetness in her panties. She could feel her own lust still surging through her. Her clit swollen, she reached out first to turn off the alarm, then reached down between her lips and pressed her finger to her clit. Just the pressure was a relief. Slowly she found her own rhythm and matched the pulsing of her heart beat. Within a minute she was breathing hard and coming down from one of the most powerful orgasms she could remember ever having.

While she lay there, the images from her dream kept going through her mind. The most prominent one was the image of Tom standing cockless watching the scene that had been playing out.

Next: All in the Fine Print (Part 6) – Going Shopping

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This funny looking young soldier boy (reminded me of actor Daniel Radcliffe so I called him Potter), in his late twenties, was eagerly wooing me at a military camp I was visiting. I ignored him as I ususally did – this is before I came out has happy slut so please forgive my bitchiness…:)

Anyway, Potter didn’t let up and managed to “steal” a hot kiss at the end of bar night. Apparently, that kiss was enough incentive for this eager young stud as he somehow got himself transferred over to my camp and popped up one evening, all smiles like the excited puppy he was! Too funny. His arrival coincided with Halloween and our movie theatre put up a midnight show of Rocky Horror – one of my favorite movie.

In order to stay awake I allowed Potter to chatter happily away, sitting in the lovely small garden patch in the compound. The theatre was only half full and as soon as the lights were out, Potter got to work. He took my hand and put it on his crotch to demonstrate his state of superb desire. I was impressed with the volume as I could feel his pants stretched to maximum trying to samsun escort contain his manhood. I began to reconsider my aloofness and thought that perpaps movie groping was not such a bad idea! It had been too long since I last got to orgasm in public and I felt lonely and needy. My hand stayed on his crotch, gently stroking and figuring out the outlines of his throbbing cock. He could hardly contain his happiness and his hand found its way under my sweater. I started to prepare the fun by unbuttoning my jeans and wiggling them down to allow access. We were heavily snogging so I didn’t see beyond the opening scene of RHPS, but that was ok as the music brought it all back – I know this movie by heart.

Thankfully the soundtrack was loud enough to stifle the considerable moan escaping from him when he found my hot wetness, I thought he would faint with excitement! He was very much like a puppy, so eager and unabashed, totally caught up in the thrill of his good fortune. His fingers were groping and I moved around in my seat to help him get better access. His groping hurt a bit urfa escort and I totally enjoyed the sensation of pain, dripping more juice on his fingers so they became slippery. I was half-lying in the seat at this point, with my legs spread widely and propped up on the seat in front of me.

He worked very hard and I felt an orgasm coming along. His puppy tongue was fucking my throat as he pushed it rythmically into my mouth, as if it was his cock. All a bit amateurish but I didn’t care. He was giving me the sense of being filled and that was enough. When the orgasm came it was intense and I grabbed his hand firmly and crushed it into my pelvis as my legs involuntarily contracted to lock the orgasm and hold it for as long as I could. Im pretty sure that I hurt his hand by this sudden force, but he just continued to grope my pussy, push his fingers inside and slipping on my wetness that was soaking the seat under me at this point.

After I recovered (my head had fallen back and I stayed like that with my eyes closed for quite a while (just thinking now how the attention sinop escort of the movie audience behind us must have diverted away from the screen as our heads were silhouette against it and surely they noticed us kissing like horny teenages. Wondering how many soldiers were masturbating all around us, being treated by a live side show, mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm, makes my pussy throb with delight.

I unzipped his fly and let his cock spring out into freedom. Ohhh, nothing is as glorious as seeing (in this case feeling) a proud and greedy cock protruding up in the air like a flagpole! While he continued his slippery task, I began to stroke his cock, feeling his precum dripping down to moisturize the foreskin and aiding my intentions. He seemed to fight against cumming as his fingers never wavered in either intensity or focus, I’m sure he was determined to make the most of this opportunity to indulge while he had my attention. I couldn’t go down on him (well, I could of course but didn’t feel that generous towards him) so I continued to pump his cock while I pretended to watch yummy Tim Curry do his magic. When he did finally cum, I felt it spray over my hand, so hot and gloriously sticky and I smeared it all over his cock before I withdrew my hand to lick the rest.

He continued his good work until The End and we remain good friends.

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Thank you for your comments, ideas, thumbs up and down – they drive more of these stories and are very much appreciated.

For readers that have read previous chapters, welcome back.

If you are picking up this story for the first time, I try and write so you can jump in at any part. Sometimes more successfully than others. Either way, glad you clicked. Hope you enjoy.

This is a transition chapter to tie loose ends and open the story to more opportunities. Fair warning, it has less sex.

If you’d like to read the previous ones:

Chapter one
Chapter two
Chapter three

Special thanks to E.L. for fresh ideas.

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Lazy Saturdays were not particularly appreciated at Stephanie’s house. Truth be told, “lazy” was overselling it as she had not slept pas seven since she’d left her dorm room, many years ago.

Some could pass out for twelve hours during their days off, she was happy if she opened her eyes after dawn. Still, Saturdays meant she was able to stay in bed rather than hit the shower immediately and that was as lazy as she was going to get.

This particular Saturday morning, her husband Albert had left early to go play golf with his buddies up in Marin. It would take him a few hours to get home from the game, if he managed to escape without going to the local winery. She knew the routine.

Stephanie had been staring at the ceiling for the past twenty minutes. A trip to the bathroom was becoming more pressing but she had wrapped herself in a cocoon of duvet and throws, wanting very much to stay in this warm, safe place.

Her eyes fixed upon the bedroom ceiling, she was trying to make sense of how her life had flipped in a matter of days – since her neighbor had caught her masturbating and blackmailed her.

She’d been forced into a new world of humiliation and submission after becoming Patty’s pet, which included constant grooming, exhibition, masturbation on request and ultimately, pleasuring Patty with her mouth. A first.

Patty had toyed with her repeatedly, ordering her to shave her pussy, to only speak in crude terms and even discovered secret perversions, such as an intense desire for ass play.

The more humiliating the situation, the harder Stephanie would orgasm. She was even coerced into submitting to her very vanilla husband, blowing his mind in the process.

Scarily, Patty was far from jealous and did not care to have her pet to herself. Instead, her perversion knew no boundaries – and she relished the idea of others using her neighbor. To her, it was simply increasing her control over the once preppy executive.

Stephanie’s thoughts were catching up with her and the recollection of her sessions made her moist.

“What the hell is wrong with me?” She wondered aloud.

But she knew: Patty may have blackmailed her, but Stephanie had been unhinged since the first time her Mistress has punished her and made her come violently against the dining table. The domination, the “forced” activities, and ultimately, the acceptance of her new role had left her constantly drenched, yearning for more submission.

The only rub in this story was that her admin, Ana, had caught her skirt up and thought she was flashing her pussy. Now that this selfish idiot had gone to HR, the story was bound to create nasty ripples – to the point where Stephanie saw it as a potential career ender, at least with this firm.

A man would have survived being cock out in his office, but a woman in power… forget it, she thought. Too many would be happy to have her step aside.

Her phone started buzzing; she immediately knew. This was not Albert. Not a family member. Not a friend. Not at this time.

She rolled over and the name on the screen confirmed what she already knew.

“Good morning, Pet,” Patty said with a warmth that could be heard through the line.

Earlier, she had noticed the missing car and figured that Albert was gone. He probably needed to brag to his pals after the evening his wife gave him. “You’re welcome, Bub,” Patty thought with a smile.

“Good morning, Ms Patricia,” Stephanie answered. She actually found herself pleased with the call but slightly on edge.

“Do you have anything planned this morning?”

“No… Nothing specific.”

“Great. How about grabbing coffe in a little bit? We can try that new place up the street.” The tone was confident but welcoming, which was an intriguing change over the dominant sessions they’d gone through over the past few days.

A lesbian for over a decade – Patty would call herself a late bloomer and had developed a voracious appetite until she decided to focus on quality over quantity. With the help of several willing lovers, she discovered a strong dominatrix side that she had maintained through most past relationships.

Stephanie, on the other end, had pushed aside most of her sexual drive to focus on her career. Until very recently had repressed most kayseri escort sexual desires.

Both had met at interesting times in their lives: Patty was settling down and had grown tired of chasing pussy through crazed San Francisco week-ends. Stephanie, who was still a corporate ascending star, was clearly welcoming the renewed sexual interest.

Later that morning, the executive waited in front of Patty’s house, per the instructions she’d been given. It soon became clear that her Mistress only wanted to see her stand around before deigning to make an appearance herself.

After a few minutes she came out, radiant, and smiled brightly as soon as she saw her pet. She had allowed Stephanie to wear a gym outfit instead of the regular “skirt-with-no-panties” rule, and was not disappointed by the skin tight garment.

She gave a hug with a quick peck on the cheek and murmured, “Hello pet,” in her ear.

“Hello Ms. Patricia,” Stephanie replied, smiling brighter than she aimed to.

They started their walk towards the more populous part of the neighborhood as Patty held a very casual conversation, putting Stephanie at ease.

Patty noticed several men looking sideways or turning around to stare at her pet as she walked down the street. How could they not? Her pet’s slender figure and natural beauty always attracted their eyes, even if they were trying to be discreet. With full lips, high cheek bones and toned legs, it was impossible not to notice her.

Ah, if they knew what she could do at her request, Patty smiled to herself.

As they walked on a commercial San Francisco street towards the café, Patty was making small conversation, pointing to recent neighborhood changes that Stephanie may not have been aware of. They moved in at the right time, she added, the area was booming.

Their hands briefly touched as they were squeezing against each other to pass a group who had stopped in the middle of the sidewalk. Patty discreetly caressed her finger as she brushed against her, breaking into a smile as she looked at Stephanie.

After ordering their beverages, they sat near the window, chatting about life. Stephanie was seeing a very different persona in her dominating neighbor and found herself giggling often. Patty was witty and could certainly be charming, explaining how she had decided to quit the rat race years ago and work for herself, peppering each office story with delightful examples that Stephanie recognized all too well.

Throughout the conversation and despite her enjoyment, it was clear that the executive’s mind was somewhere else.

Pressed by her neighbor, Stephanie confined after a long sigh.

“I received a call from HR yesterday. Ana wants to file a complaint for sexual harassment apparently.”

Scratching a piece of her napkin with her nail, she added, “I don’t think it would stick in court, but that’s… irrelevant. I’d be a marked target after this and at best, the laughing stock of the office. They’ll call me ‘No panty Stephanie’ in no time.”

With some anger, she continued, “And I can’t believe that Ana would lower herself to this level! After all I’ve done for her!”

“Ah, you’ll be fine,” Patty said before adding with a smile, “‘No panty Stephanie’ sounds awesome.”

But the mood was somber and as much as her pet tried to express amusement, it was clear that she was hurting.

To make her feel better, Patty added, “I dealt with this during my first job when I was in HR. Even twenty years ago, you had employees that were looking for trouble… Things don’t change but you are amazingly resilient; I’m telling you that you’ll be fine.”

“Thank you,” Stephanie said in a small voice. She brought the cup of coffee to her lips and soon after a short sip, asked Patty if she’d worked in HR for a long time.

“‘Working’ is overstating the very small role I played in an even smaller company two lifetimes ago.” After a few seconds, she added, “But I did it for five years… Liked it too. They called me the problem solver, but that was then… It’s been a long time.”

Stephanie’s mind was racing. She needed to get some information on her admin, understand what she was trying to achieve and what her angle was… Going to HR was so unlike her, the executive wondered if there was not something else going on. She did not like the idea of giving Patty a direct connection to Ana, but on the other hand, the meeting with HR was set for the following day and she was desperate.

She tentatively asked, “You’ve met Ana once. Could you call her and see where her head is at?”

Patty looked at the table for a moment, peering through her coffee.

“What could I bring to the discussion? Sure, I’ve seen her, but she knows that we are connected somehow… She won’t trust me.”

Stephanie pleaded, “Please… I can’t reach out directly without potentially making things worst… But I need to know what her motive is.”

Her neighbor kıbrıs escort pressed on, “Did you do what she’s accusing you of?”

The exec looked perplexed, “Yeah… But I didn’t mean…”

“Right. So you’re asking me to call someone who may be looking to blackmail you, but in essence is correct about the facts. And I’m supposed to call and make things better?”

“I know you’ll be able to reach out to her.”

“What would you like to happen? What’s your upmost conclusion to this?”

“I just want it to go away!”

Understanding that Stephanie was too troubled to provide any kind of valuable information, Patty thought about the situation and after a long while, declared, “I guess there’s no harm in giving her a call”.

“OH thank you, thank you!” Stephanie was effusively repeating. “You’d have to call her this afternoon because the meeting is set for tomorrow.”

“Easy my dear, I’m far from making any guarantees, but I’ll give her a call… If you behave yourself,” she added with a smile.

“Yes, Ms. Patricia,” offered Stephanie, somehow feeling as if a weight was lifted off her shoulders.It’s as if she was sharing the burden at least.

Patty looked at her in a funny way and Stephanie could not help from asking, “What? What is it?”

“Apart from the issue we just discussed, I can tell you have been enjoying yourself since our agreement, haven’t you?” Patty was maintaining eye contact.

Ever since the first evening when Patty spanked her in her own home, Stephanie had felt like she was an open book to this woman. Her deepest desire, her most secret fantasies were almost… obvious to her recent Mistress.

She thought she was probably blushing and nodded affirmatively.

Patty was rubbing her finger against the rim of her cup, looking amused and feeling herself getting hotter as she was directing the questions. She enjoyed the cerebral aspect of dominating almost as much as they physical one – and she knew that Stephanie was particularly sensitive to it as well.

“What have you been enjoying the most? The thought of it or the physical pleasure?”

Stephanie squirmed a little bit in her chair.

“Be honest,” warned Patty.

“It’s both, I think, Mistress.”

And as Stephanie felt they had bonded over coffee, she opened up. “I think it’s pretty clear that I’ve put my career over everything else, including personal development, fun and… libido.” She squeezed a pained smile.

“It has been frightening to expect the unexpected since I’ve been your… pet… Scary… and yet, I’m always… excited,” she put a finger in front of her mouth as she pursed her lips.

Patty leaned in and asked, “Are you wearing the plug I gave you the other day?”

Stephanie felt the walls closing in. She had said too much, admitted to guilty pleasures and now her Mistress was going to use it against her.

“N… No, Ms Patricia, I… I didn’t know I was supposed to.”

“Oh, that’s alright, I didn’t tell you to.”

The executive breathed a sight of relief, glad she had not missed an instruction.

“But… I’d like you to wear one now,” Patty added, and after looking in her purse for a few seconds, pulled out a shiny metal butt plug, a size larger than the one Stephanie had tried and laid it on the table between them.

Stephanie immediately grabbed it and checked around to make sure people had not seen it. She could not completely hide the plug in her hand but tried as best she could.

“H… Here?” she asked.

“Well, I’m not a monster,” she smiled, “You can go to the bathroom.”

And looking at the bewildered face that Stephanie was making, she added, “You have three minutes,” as she pulled her phone to mark the time.

“But… Couldn’t I… It’s much larger.”

“Well, you’re the one who kept the medium sized at home… I’m just giving you what I’ve got left.” Peaking at her phone, she added, “Two fifty.”

Stephanie stood up and walked quickly towards the bathroom, making a silent prayer for it to be free and clutching the anal plug by the tip so that only the flange would appear through her fingers. She bumped into a customer, apologized to another before arriving to the bathroom area.

She had leaned against the door and stared at the plug. It was larger and felt heavier. Stephanie thought she could have taken this without much problem within the comfort of her home and some lube. Here though? It would be a different story.

Making sure she kept her back against the door and pushing against it to keep it close, she pulled down her designer yoga pants, well aware that time was ticking away.

She quickly realized that even when holding it with the tip of her fingers, she could not hold the plug steadily enough to push it through her sphincter.

She was growing frustrated and hot in the small room. Changing strategy, she moved to the toilet, closed the seat and put the butt plug facing up before seating konya escort on it.

Again, she was unsuccessful. The plug was too dry and she could not get settled.

She estimated that she’d spent two minutes already and was starting to perspire. Not thinking twice, she closed her eyes, mouthed a silent non-believer prayer and shoved the plug in her mouth, twirling it a couple of times before pulling it out.

Stephanie breathed slowly, trying to catch her breath and relax. With her back against the wall, she spread herself once more and pushed the head of the plug inside her smallest hole.

With both hands, she was able to push up to the widest part and relaxed enough that the toy was sucked inside her. It felt large and the base was stretching her uncomfortably. She pulled her cheeks to make sure the skin was not caught against it and felt immediately more comfortable.

No longer caring about the clock, she walked back to the table at a more measured pace and sat down awkwardly.

Looking at her Mistress, she added, “It’s done.”

Patty laughed, “Really?” She thought it was obvious when her pet walked over like John Wayne. Clearly the large plug had been challenging.

After a slow sip of coffee, she waited until Stephanie was settled in her chair and added, “You know what I love about this?”

Stephanie shook her head.

“It’s to watch you though this experience. You come out of the bathroom and I can see your eyes are throwing daggers, likely because you had a hell of a time putting it in but then within a minute, you realize this is pleasant… you’re just a natural… I swear I can see it in your eyes: you’re thankful for everything that’s happening to you.”

Stephanie was thinking of answering something but Patty cut her short. “Come on; let’s get home. I have work to do.”

The dominatrix wanted to try and reach Ana as soon as possible; time was clearly the enemy here. Truth was, she could not afford for Stephanie to get in trouble at the office but there could be a chance to save it all.

After a few paces, Patty turned to Stephanie “If you’re good, you can wear it more often.”

Her pet winced, “I don’t know…”

Her Mistress replied, “Oh nonsense. You’ll love it soon enough.”

As they started walking, Patty was trying to figure out how this would play out and if Ana was going to be difficult to deal with. She had to maneuver the situation correctly to ensure Stephanie was not going to get in trouble at the office. It was all fun and games until someone loses their job.

She had to exude calm confidence though, and make it seem to her Pet as if this was nothing to worry about. As much as she wanted to get in the sheets with her neighbor, it had to wait: she sent Stephanie home, telling her to be ready to come to her place when she’ll have news.

The executive’s mind was cloudy. She had trouble thinking straight and could not focus on any one thing. They must have walked five blocks from the café back to their houses and she had already become turned on. The size of the plug, the pleasant stretch she now felt had made her wet.

Patty knew her too well it seemed.

She walked inside the house and went straight to the bathroom to take a shower; never mind that she had taken one a couple of hours ago.

She spent some time looking at herself in the mirror, checking if anyone could have spotted the plug through her pants. Good news, despite the size, the flange was really the same and was still hidden between her butt cheeks. She caught herself being pleased at the idea she could be wearing the larger plug in public more often.

She removed her pants to see how the jewel looked through her cheeks and the truth was she loved it. Despite her concerns, she could not help herself and started pressing against the plug to move it deeper inside her. She had loved anal play as soon as she hit puberty when she started to play with herself.

She turned on the shower, and let the steam build up. The heat mirrored her excitement and she decided to seat on the floor, letting the weight of her body press against the plug while she spread her legs. She had already obeyed her morning ritual of masturbating to the edge, but nothing prevented her from doing it again.

Her clit was already peeking through its hood and she caressed her thighs, moving her hips to feel the mass inside her and finally made it to her womb. After a couple of weeks of being shaved, she was enjoying the look and the feel of it. Pulling on her lips, her fingers started playing with her clit, but she already knew she had to stop in a matter of seconds. Her nearing an orgasm seemed to happen faster and faster, especially and she dreaded the thought that she may soon be required to go days without release.

She stepped in the shower and purposely refrained from touching herself by fear of not resisting the urge.

A little before noon, Stephanie picked-up the buzzing phone, hoping it was about Ana.

Patty spoke immediately. “I’ll start with the bad: this little number has been spawned by an employment lawyer and not a bad one apparently.”

“Really?? Who?” Stephanie immediately felt she was in her wheelhouse.

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All characters in this story are 18 years old or older.

Sorry for the wait. Still wrestling with this whole writers block thing. I got a lot of good feedback on Chapter 1 and I’m very thankful for everyone’s comments. So, here’s chapter 2. Hope you all enjoy as much as the first one. There’s some slight violence and a bit of drama in this one, so if you’re not into that sort of thing, you might want to skip this one.

Whiskey

*****

It was a Monday afternoon. The lunchroom was packed, like usual, as I walked through the double doors and spotted Bailey sitting with the usual crowd. Nick and Tyler were talking about one of their favorite bands coming to town when I walked up behind them and yanked Bailey’s hood over her head from behind.

She jumped, startled and spun around on her stool to face me. “You jerk,” she sighed, pulling her hood back again.

“Did I scare ya?” I asked, with a grin.

“No, of course not!”

“Don’t let her fool you,” Nick chimed in. “She was terrified.”

“Shut up,” Bailey sighed, before punching Nick in the arm.

I sat down between Bailey and Tyler and cracked open a can of soda that I had bought from the vending machine. For a few minutes, me and Bailey just sat in silence, while Nick and Tyler babbled on and on about getting tickets to see Rancid, and Michelle was busy talking to her friend Nicole about something.

I was thinking about my conversation with Mark a few days earlier, and I wanted to talk about it with Bailey…after everything we had done together on Saturday, I felt it was necessary to establish exactly what would happen next…but, I felt weird bringing it up in front of everyone else.

“Hey,” I said, giving Bailey a nudge. “Can we talk?”

She blinked, looking as nervous about it as I was.

“Sure,” she said, standing up and taking my hand.

Bailey then proceeded to lead me through the lunchroom and outside, onto the patio where students were allowed during the lunch period. She pulled me all the way over to a corner where none of the staff could see; the smokers corner, as it was called. Bailey proceeded to light up a cigarette and smiled at me. “So, what’s up?”

Now that we were alone, I didn’t think I could bring myself to say what I had intended to say.

Why was I so nervous about it, anyway?

We had hooked up on Saturday, so why did the idea of asking whether we were boyfriend and girlfriend or not scare me so much? After hesitating for way longer than I had intended, I sighed and shook my head. “Nothing,” I said, smiling at her.

“Guess I just wanted you to myself…”

“Oh yeah?” Bailey giggled.

She flicked the ash from the tip of her cigarette, before pulling me further into the corner and pressing her lips to mine. I kissed her back, the taste of cigarettes heavy on her breath…I didn’t mind. “So,” she said, as she broke the kiss.

“Did you enjoy what we did on Saturday?”

“Uh…y-yeah, it was…great,” I laughed.

“Great?”

She was looking at me now, as though she didn’t believe me like she might have thought that I could be lying to her or something. “Just great?”

“Okay,” I said, with a grin. “It was incredible.”

“Now that’s more like it,” Bailey said, before kissing me again.

“Whoa!”

We both jumped and looked up to find Michelle and Tyler standing there, staring at us in shock. It was Michelle who had reacted first, and was now on the verge of laughter, as she stepped forward and hugged me and Bailey both together.

“Oh my God,” she said, as she hugged us tightly.

“You two are together now? You’re such a cute couple-“

“No, we’re not,” Bailey interrupted, laughing as she pushed her friend away and gaining my attention. “I mean…we sort of are but, not really.”

“So, you’re like…friends with benefits?” Tyler asked.

“Yeah,” Bailey replied, looking over at me. “Friends with benefits…right, Ryan?”

Well, there was my answer and I hadn’t even had to ask the question…Tyler and Michelle had done that for me.

“Right,” I nodded in agreement.

The bell for next period rang and Bailey groaned in frustration, stomping out her cigarette and turning towards me; off to the gym, we went.

Gym class went the way it typically always did.

Other students harassing me, and tossing basketballs at me, laughing hysterically when the ball would hit me right upside the head. Sure, I’d had a brief break from all of this garbage, after Tyler and Nick had found out last week. Most of them stayed away from me after that but not everyone had gotten the memo.

When gym class was over, I hid in the bathroom like I always did…God, I was so fucking pathetic, I hated myself sometimes. As soon as I was certain that the locker room and shower room had cleared, I stepped out of the bathroom and started undressing. I grabbed my towel and made my way to the showers but I paused, as I heard the shower running already.

Bailey.

I had completely forgotten that she would be in there. Not that I sinop escort minded at this point, and for obvious reasons, I was pretty sure she wouldn’t give a damn either. I smiled, stepping into the shower room and sure enough, there she was with her back turned towards me.

My eyes took in the sight of that gorgeous bubble butt of hers, as I slowly walked up behind her, hoping to catch her by surprise like I had done earlier in the lunchroom. This time though, Bailey turned around and caught me, before I could scare her.

“I was wondering what was taking you so long,” she said, with a seductive grin.

“Sorry,” I said, blushing. “I usually take cover in the bathrooms…you know…until everyone else is gone.”

Bailey frowned, taking me by the hand and pulling me under the stream of hot water. “They gave you a hard time today,” she said, referring to the usual crowd of bullies.

“It’s nothing,” I replied, as she rubbed my head where I’d been struck with at least two or three basketballs.

“It’s not nothing,” she said, defensively.

“Ryan, you should seriously stand up for yourself one of these days…you can’t let them keep getting over on you like that.”

She was right, I knew but, just the mere thought of getting into a fight caused me some pretty intense anxiety. Bailey wasn’t going to push the matter though…she could see the frustration in my eyes and she smiled, leaning in to kiss me on the mouth. My cock was instantly hard as a rock, and I felt it pressing against her much bigger one, which was equally hard.

“Maybe we shouldn’t in here,” I suggested, not knowing if it was the best idea to get it on in the boys shower…we could easily get caught by a staff member or another student.

“Relax,” Bailey said softly. “We got time for a quickie…”

With that, Bailey was pushing me down onto my knees in front of her, until I was eye level with her raging hard-on.

I put aside my uneasy feelings and wrapped my lips around the head of her cock, quickly engulfing the whole thing and started trying to deep throat. Bailey moaned, running her fingers through my hair and looking down at me with lust.

“Take your time,” she whispered.

“Don’t push yourself…you’re doing just fine…”

I was still getting used to the whole deep throat thing. I had done a pretty decent job last time but, I still had a little trouble suppressing my gag reflex enough so that I wouldn’t choke from time to time.

As Bailey held my head with both hands now, she began thrusting her hips forward, fucking my mouth with more and more speed and force. Her heavy wet balls kept slapping against my chin, water from the shower splashing against my chest. I pulled back just a little for a moment and looked up at her, to see her biting her lip and staring back down at me. “Fuck, Ryan…I’m gonna cum soon,” she warned, as she thrust her cock back down my throat again.

That’s exactly what I wanted to hear.

I started bobbing my head faster again, reaching up to play with her small but, firm breasts, as I pushed her closer and closer to her climax. Finally, her legs began to shake and she forced my head all the way down, holding it in place, as she started grunting. “I-I’m cumming,” she gasped.

“I’m cumming…”

Leaning her head back against the shower wall, Bailey reached up with both hands and quickly covered her mouth, to try and stifle her cries as she erupted like a volcano in my mouth. Her cock pulsed and throbbed, rope after rope of cum splashing across my tongue and shooting straight down my throat. Just like I had done the day before, I swallowed every single drop, loving her sweet, sweet taste.

Bailey finally finished cumming, still a bit shaky, as I continued sucking on her sensitive and now softening cock until it went completely flaccid.

“Great job, Ryan,” she giggled, as she reached down to pat my cheek. “Now, we should probably hurry up and get out of here.”

I stood up and we shared a quick kiss, before shutting off the showers and rushing out to the locker area to get dried off and dressed.

“Meet me outside, after last period,” Bailey said, as we went our separate ways.

“I’ll be there,” I promised, before darting down the hallway.

I just barely made it to class, before the bell rang…thank God for that. I would have hated to get detention, on just my second week at this place.

After the last class of the day had ended, I made my way outside to meet with Bailey; she wasn’t out there yet though, so I wound up standing around and waiting. As I was waiting, I looked up and panicked, when I noticed two of the students from gym class that loved throwing balls at me…Tim and Billy.

Of course, they just had to notice me standing there too and instantly started walking right in my direction; great, I thought. Here we go.

“What’s up, loser,” Billy said, shoving me hard. I stumbled backward and fell onto my ass, and Billy and Tim both started laughing hysterically.

“Fuck off,” I said, angrily.

“What did sivas escort you say?” Billy asked, kneeling in front of me and getting right up in my face. “You got a big mouth, for such a little shit.”

“I said, fuck off,” I spat, becoming angrier now.

My reaction didn’t seem to help me though, as Billy suddenly straight up slapped me across the face. “Don’t talk to me like that,” he said through gritted teeth.

“Hey!”

We all turned around, to find Bailey standing a few feet away from us, glaring at both Billy and Tim. “He said, fuck off…”

Billy and Tim glanced at each other, then back to Bailey, before Tim scoffed and shook his head. “Whatever,” he said, and proceeded to walk away first.

Billy watched his friend walk off, then glared back at Bailey, before flipping her the middle finger and following after Tim…I was saved from more torment.

And it had been Bailey, who had saved me.

“Thanks,” I said, as she walked closer to me.

“I owe you for that.”

“It’s no big deal,” Bailey shrugged. “I figured you go through enough of their bull shit during gym, why should you have to put up with more of it, after school lets out?”

“You’re not wrong there,” I laughed.

“Let’s head back to my place,” Bailey smiled, as she hooked her arm under mine and led me down the street. I loved how she seemed to take control of the moment…it was actually kind of a turn on.

When we got back to Bailey’s house, she led me straight downstairs to the basement and locked the door on the way. Her mother was still at work, but she wasn’t taking any chance of anyone walking in on us together. Bailey shoved me onto the couch and climbed on top of me, crushing my lips with her own and shoving her tongue down my throat. I groaned, wrapping my arms around her and deepening the kiss, as she started panting and dry humping.

My hand moved up her side and under the front of her shirt, feeling her small breasts, playing with her nipples. She broke the kiss and smiled.

“Wanna watch some porn together?”

“W-What?”

The question was so random, Bailey took me by surprise. She wasn’t waiting for a response though it seemed, as Bailey climbed off of me and grabbed her laptop, sitting down and turning it on. “What are you in the mood for…gay, straight, in between?”

“I-I don’t know…you pick?”

Bailey shrugged, as she pulled up her web browser and went directly to a website full of transsexual porn…or…shemale, as it said on most of the videos that she pulled up to watch.

One of the first videos she played was of a tall blonde, with broad shoulders and huge tits. Her arms and legs were well-toned and she had the prettiest green eyes, to compliment her oval-shaped face. Between her legs though, was an enormous cock, about ten long inches and very thick. On his knees in front of her was a man, quite built himself, eagerly sucking at her cock.

I watched, as he bobbed his head and made all kinds of loud sucking and slurping sounds, while the shemale leaned her head back and moaned in pleasure. She kept her hand on his head, fingers running through his curly hair, forcing her cock deeper down his throat with every thrust. My own cock began to stir, and I looked over to see that Bailey had slipped out of her pants, and was now stroking her huge cock to the video.

The video carried on for a few minutes, with this guy sucking his partner’s cock before the scene switched and showed the blonde leaning over the side of the couch. The guy got behind her and proceeded to start pounding her ass, slamming his cock in and out of her hole without mercy…it was so hot. I slid out of my pants now, and started jerking, just like Bailey.

As I was starting to get really into it, Bailey reached over and pushed my hand away from my cock, replacing it with her hand. “Why don’t we help each other out?”

I smiled back at her and nodded, before reaching over and wrapping my

fingers around her cock. We proceeded to stroke each other while continuing to watch the guy fucking his shemale partners ass. After a while, the scene changed again. This time, it showed the guy laying on his back, while the blonde moved over him and spread his legs apart.

I watched, as she lined her monster cock up with his ass and proceeded to push into him. He moaned loudly, as she began to slowly thrust in and out of him, making it easier on him then he had on her…at first.

Gradually, she began to pick up the pace, until she was fucking him just as hard as he had fucked her. Bailey moaned beside me, her hand pumping my cock faster and faster. I looked over and she was biting her lip, panting now and sweating a little.

She was getting close…and I was too.

As the video carried on, Bailey and I started panting harder and moaning more and more. Bailey lifted her ass off the couch, with a gasp and whimpering, her cock began to pulse. I watched, as she shot off several thick, long ropes of cum into the air. At just about the same moment, my cock erupted, firing off a tekirdağ escort good couple of shots of my own, before I sunk back against the couch.

We were both out of breath, glistening with sweat, as the video continued playing on the laptop…we weren’t watching anymore though.

Bailey sat forward, pausing the video and getting up to grab a towel for the both of us to clean ourselves with.

As Bailey handed me the towel and I wiped the cum from my stomach, she flopped back down on the couch beside me and smiled. “So, that was fun, right?”

“Yeah,” I chuckled. “It definitely was.”

“Do you…wanna try anything you saw on the video?”

I hesitated, biting my lip, wondering which part exactly she meant to try. “Uh…l-like what?”

“Like…maybe we could…go all the way?”

Was that a real question?

“Yeah, I’d love to! I-I mean…if you want to, that is.”

“I-I do,” Bailey smiled eagerly.

We were both on the same page, it seemed.

My stomach was in knots. We’d fooled around Saturday and again just now, but that was just foreplay…we were talking about the real thing now. I was about to lose my virginity. That’s when I realized, we had one small issue to work out before we could make that happen…I was a little nervous about the answer that Bailey might give me though.

“So, um…h-how do we do it?”

“Have sex?” Bailey asked amused. “I mean, it’s pretty simple.”

“No, I know, I mean…like…”

I trailed off, too nervous to straight-up say what I was thinking. Bailey seemed to put two and two together though, and I was surprised to see her blushing a little. “You mean…which one of us is the top, and which one is the bottom?”

“Yeah,” I nodded, glad that she’d figured it out on her own.

“To be honest…I’m not sure,” Bailey admitted.

That was a bit shocking to me.

Bailey seemed like the type who always knew what she wanted, but oddly enough, she seemed almost as nervous about this whole thing as I was. “I’ve never actually had sex with a guy before,” Bailey said, after a few moments of silence.

“W-What? Really?”

“Really,” she laughed nervously, as she blushed harder.

“I mean, girls sure but…boys? I’ve never been with one before you, so I don’t know which one I’d prefer.”

“So then…I guess this is a first for both of us?”

Bailey smiled and nodded. “I guess so…”

I had no idea how this would work out, and clearly, Bailey was in the same boat. It was all about figuring out what we both liked since neither of us had done it before. We sat in silence for a few minutes, each of us trying to figure out what to do.

Finally, Bailey spoke up, a bit nervously. “I guess…you could be on top if you want.”

“A-Are you sure?” I asked.

Bailey smiled, reaching under the couch cushion and pulling out a bottle of lube. I laid back and Bailey climbed on top of me, popping open the bottle of lube. She squirted some into the palm of her hand and started stroking my dick until it was fully hard and nice and slick with lube.

Then, she reached back and applied some to her asshole, before positioning herself over my cock. We made eye contact for a moment, and I could see that she was just as nervous as I was. Biting her lip, Bailey slowly lowered herself down, the tip of my cock pressing against her puckered hole and slowly it popped into her. We both gasped loudly, as the head slipped into her asshole.

Bailey bit her lip even harder, squeezing her eyes shut in discomfort and pain, while I groaned in pleasure.

“Holy fuck,” I moaned.

She was so damn tight, it felt like her asshole was gripping the hell out of my cock, squeezing it tightly. It took me a few moments to notice the pained look on her face, and when I did, I reached up to grab one of her hands. “Are you okay?”

“Y-Yeah,” she stammered, her voice shaking. “I’m fine.”

“Are you sure?”

“Just…give me a second…”

My hands moved to her sides, sliding up and down over her hips in an attempt to try and comfort her. After a few moments, Bailey took a deep breath and exhaled, before sliding further down onto my cock. The more she took, the more it started to feel good, at least, for me.

Finally, she bottomed out, taking my entire cock balls deep in her ass. My hands moved to her hips and held on to her tightly, as she looked down at me, and I heard her grunt.

“You are so…fucking tight,” I moaned.

Bailey didn’t say a word though.

She waited a few seconds before she started slowly moving up and down on my cock, riding me gently. Gradually, she began to pick up the pace. That pained expression never seemed to fade though, and after a while, as much as I was enjoying myself…I had to call her out on it. “You’re not enjoying this, are you?” I asked as Bailey sighed heavily.

“It’s fine,” she insisted. “Maybe…let’s try another position.”

I could tell she did not want to give up so easily. I nodded, and Bailey slowly lifted herself off of my cock and rolled onto her hands and knees. I got behind her, spreading her ass cheeks and pressing the tip of my cock back to her entrance. With a hard thrust, I pushed straight back into her. Bailey slumped forward on the couch, burying her face in the pillow and gasping.

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