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(Patti)

Knowing that someone would be at the door in a minute I managed to stagger off the bed and start grabbing clothes. I snatched a pair of panties off the floor. trying to ignore the wet spot that settled against me as I put them on. Fortunately I had other clothes scattered about the room since I had been sorting some older ones that I intended to take to the church tomorrow. I pulled a top over my head and then all but hopped into a pair of shorts as I closed the bedroom door behind me and rushed on wobbly legs for the back door as I heard the doorbell ring.

Glancing out thru a window I saw that the visitor was a friend named Jayne. At least this meant she probably would not wander through the house until hopefully Dot got dressed. I certainly did not want to explain exactly why I had a naked woman in my spare bedroom. I did manage to put a smile on my face as I opened the door and waved her in.

“Hi Patti,” she announced brightly. “Its that time of year again.”

For a moment my mind went absolutely blank. Than I realized her arms were full of the brightly colored boxes that meant it was Girl Scout cookie time. She followed me in and spilled the cookies in her arms across the kitchen table. I pulled the pitcher of tea from the refrigerator and poured three glasses.

“How’s your out-of-state visitor Patti?” Jayne inquired as she sipped her tea. “Did she like it?”

For one brief moment I thought somehow she knew exactly what was going on with Dorothy and I. Then I realized Jayne simply was talking about the truck.

“Just fine,” I answered, having swallowed the urge to look down where I had thought she was talking about. “She’s changing clothes. Let me go check on her.”

I walked down the hall and stuck my head in through the barely open door. Dot had on a pair of panties and was rummaging through her bag. “Good, better get dressed,” I whispered. “I have a friend visiting and she might not understand your cute butt being naked.” As I turned and started back towards the kitchen I paused with my mouth wide open as I realized exactly what I had said. From the giggle inside the bedroom I knew it had hit Dot too. The mental picture of her dressing had also let me know exactly why I had kept plucking at my panties as though they were too tight. She was wearing mine, which of course meant I had hers on.

I sat down across from Jayne and commenced the usual small talk about all the topics usually associated with small town life. Normally I enjoyed these conversations immensely. Today, however, all I could think about was Dorothy. I still could not understand how this incredible attraction had sprung full grown in a single meeting but it had and I wanted to take advantage of every pendik escort fleeting moment.

As these thought ran through my mind Dorothy appeared in the kitchen dressed in a loose top and a denim skirt. I introduced her to Jayne as my new friend who would probably be going on with her trip shortly. As Dot sat next to me a took her hand under the table and squeezed it. “Jayne will be leaving shortly, I hope,” I whispered to her.

(Dorothy)

Chatting like old friends, I told Jayne and Patti that I was just traveling to escape a bad romance, and decided to see a part of the country I had never been through. I had just pointed my car south and east and headed for the water. Patti squeezed my thigh as I mentioned the romance to tell me not to go into details. Putting my hand over hers, I acknowledged her plea. I settled into a long chat with Jayne and Patti. Jayne seemed to know all about my car problems, the marvel of a small town.

I was telling Jayne of my own girl scout adventures, or rather misadventures when I was startled to feel Patti running her foot up and down my leg. Determined to appear every bit the inquisitive woman I am, I asked Jayne about her children.

She showed me pictures of her two brunette girls, Margaret and Nadine. Both were as pretty as their mother. All the while Patti was running her bare toes up and down my calf. Having a bit of the pixy in my soul, I kept Jayne talking until she finished her tall glass of tea and looked quickly at the clock in the kitchen.

“6 o’clock! I have eleventyhundred things to do! Thank you Patti, as always. Nice to have met you, Dot. I hope you enjoy your stay in our town.”

I said I had already had a surprisingly friendly greeting, and looked directly into Patti’s sparkling eyes.

(Patti)

As I went to my purse and gave her the money for the cookies Jayne suddenly reached in her purse and pulled out Dot’s rainbow emblem. “Laura gave me this when I stopped by there and said you might want this since you were leaving soon. She seemed to think it was important. Pretty thing, I haven’t seen one like it here.” I walked Jayne to the door and closed it behind her. I turned, put my back on it and looked Dorothy right in the eyes

“Dot,” I began to speak.

“Shhhhhhhhhhh,” she answered me, holding out her hand. I took it and followed her to the bedroom. We stood motionless for long minute, staring in each others eyes before she continued. “No need to tell me Patti. I will be long gone by the time your husband gets home. I have no intention of causing you any trouble. I see the pictures of your children and the two of you and this warm home you have here. This is so wonderful but it is rus escort just this afternoon. So lets not waste it.”

(Dorothy)

Holding her in my arms, I felt her tremble slightly. She offered her lips and passionately kissed me. Patti hungrily pushed her tongue into my mouth. Tasting each other’s saliva, my head was reeling at the unexpected familiarity at her touch. Not that of another woman starved for love of a special kind, but that of a long lost lover, as though we had known each other for years and had been destined to have this special time together. She removed my top and my skirt. As her hands touched my panties, she smiled and laughed softly, that wonderful Southern accent pleasant. Slipping them down, she knelt and once again gave a quick kiss to my mons. This time I did not protest, or try to stop her. Lying her back on the now rumpled bed, I knelt at her side and kissed her gently. Feeling the warmth of her soft skin, my hand wandered to her rounded belly. She let out a small whimper and lifted her hips. Patti surprised me by locking her ankle to my knee and rolling me effortlessly onto my back, I touched the top of her head as she kissed my still moist slit. My eyes closed as she hungrily devoured my puffy and sparsely furred furrow. She flattened her tongue and lapped me, making me cry out so I bit my lower lip to stifle the gasps and moans of pleasure. I rolled my hips, pushing up to her humming lips, my hands guiding her to those special places I needed touched, the hidden spots only a lover need know. Patti was my lover, though I knew it was only for this afternoon, this brief slice of eternity. I felt her hands on my asscheeks, lifting me effortlessly to her, drawing my clit between her lips, I clutched her hair, not simply stroking, but urgently begging for my release. She nibbled and sucked my engorged pearl. I tensed and wave after wave of blinding light overtook me. Flowing nectar escaped my body, flooding her mouth, her throat rippling as she swallowed my essence. Recovering my breath slowly, I reached down to draw Patti to me, lifting her top to free her firm breasts. Her shorts and my panties somehow fell from her, as I finally realized the meaning of the chuckle when she removed my skirt. She lay back on the bed and I knelt to kiss her wet lips, tasting myself as I have never tasted that honey thick juice before. I licked to her neck, pausing over the pulse there. I gathered a small tuft of her translucent skin and mindlessly sucked it, biting until I heard a gasp of protest. Settling back on my heels, I looked into those compelling eyes, and whispered, “Patti, no marks, no evidence of our time together.” Leaning forward I kissed the swell of her breasts, sancaktepe escort making a figure eight with my tongue round both, licking the valley and the warm underside. My cheek was touching each nipple as I passed over and under her breasts. Capturing first her right then left nipple I sucked and pulled each, tongueing the very ends and took as much breast as I could into my greedy mouth.

Shifting, I nestled between her slim legs, lying full length against her. Holding her wrists with my hands, I parted her legs with my knee. Settling down to touch just her nipples with my own diamond hard nips, she shivered. As I rolled my hips to kiss her wet slit with my slippery mound, I felt our clits kiss, then she lifted her knees to feel my clit enter her silky inner folds.

I whispered, “Enjoy, be mine for now, for how long as it lasts.” I slid up to touch my whole body to her. When I returned to our mounds brushing, I gyrated my hips and felt her opening more, accepting my clit into her sweet folds. I began a rocking motion, long suppressed, the memories I had sought to escape totally gone as I gave myself to Patti, fucking her, girlfucking her as I had only fucked one other, totally, unselfishly. She fucked back, wrapping her legs around my hips and pulling me tightly to the juncture of our slapping pussies. My clit buried itself between her lips, throbbing as I touched her clit with each upward thrust.

(Patti)

Never had I had sensations like these. I felt as though every inch of Dot was caressing me. She spread her arms and supported herself over me, her breasts wobbling over mine, just the nipples coming into contact. She moved her body a fraction lower and began to thrust her hips forward, her wide open slit kissing my own at each contact. Her clit was so hard and erect it touched my folds and my own clit at each pass.

My hips began to respond to her. At each thrust down they pushed back up. I had never thought of being fucked by another woman. Her clit was like a line of fire where it rubbed me. Faster and faster her hips moved, pounding herself against me. At each push slapping noises arose from the force of our pussies kissing. Overcome with passion I didn’t recognize the voice screaming at first as my own.

“Oh God Dot!” I was screaming, not even knowing what I was saying. “Fuck me. Girlfuck me. Make me cum. Fuck meeeeeeeeeeee…”

I wrapped Dot up with my legs. I pulled her tightly to me as she threw back her head and cried wordlessly as both of us came. We held each other as we shuddered and shook to the force of our orgasms, drenching each other.

I collapsed completely against Dot, my energy spent. I murmured endearments to her, so much softer than the cries of passion I had been making moments ago. Then I froze, for a shadow had fallen across us from the doorway. In one blinding flash of panic I realized what had happened and rolled over even as I heard the voice speak.

“You must be Dorothy,” my husband said. “I brought the rest of your luggage.”

(to be continued)

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Exactly on the hour Thomas texted me, the ball stretcher and magnetic balls were still in place. He texted me hourly as ordered. I talked to a friend of mine and after the next to the last text I had Reggie deliver a package to Thomas. The package contained 2 more pair of magnetic balls and another stainless-steel ring. Reggie told Thomas he would help.

I knew Thomas would like Reggie, 6’2″, 245 lbs., 52″ chest, 32″ waist and 10.5″ big black cock. Thomas stood looking at Reggie. Reggie said, “We can do it here!”

Thomas turned and walked away with Reggie following, he led Reggie to the staff bathroom. The stalls were larger. Thomas opened his shirt and dropped his pants and shorts. Reggie took the balls and installed them on Thomas’s nipples, next he instructed Thomas to stand on the toilet and let him install the new larger ring on his balls. The wrench was included to tighten the rings on with. Reggie felt Thomas’s pockets and found his phone.

Reggie took a picture of Thomas with his shirt and pants open and shorts down including his face and sent it to me. I texted Reggie back and told him to give a good tug on both. Reggie let me know he had left Thomas in the bathroom, he had completed his task. The last text from Thomas came thru in 1 hour. Thomas said he’d be back to my house soon.

Thomas came thru the door and I ordered him to strip right there. He stopped and removed his clothes. I motioned him to me telling him he had done a fine job. I rolled the balls around him nipples and worked the ball stretchers up and down. I looked at Thomas and told him, “You have been very obedient.”

Thomas looked at me and said, “Thank you Sir. It had been my pleasure to please you Sir.”

I grabbed the ball stretchers again and told Thomas he had room for another. I motioned for him to follow as I led him to the bedroom. I got an additional ring and installed it on top of the others as Thomas groaned. I removed the magnetic balls from him nipples and replaced them with alligator clamps attached to each other with a chain.

Thomas groaned and said, “Thank you Sir.”

I pulled the chain to verify they were secure. Thomas was really opening up to the new side of himself. I ordered him start supper from whatever was available and have it ready in 45 minutes. He headed for the pantry and the refrigerator. Within minutes he was preparing our supper. He was preparing Grilled Ham and Cheese Sandwiches and Scalloped Potatoes. It only took Thomas 30 minutes to have our supper ready and setting on the table. He pulled out my chair and waited on me to sit and slid it in for me. He started to sit, and I called him to me and I pushed him down to his knees. I ordered Thomas, “Feed me.’

Thomas reached up and got my sandwich and placed it in my open mouth. Next, he got a fork full of the potatoes and started toward my mouth and a drop of juice hit my big black cock. He looked at me scared and went immediately to lick it off. He continued until my plate was empty. I asked him if he was hungry and he replied, “Yes Sir. I am hungry Sir.”

I told Thomas he would feed his to me, I would chew it for him and then he would take it from my mouth. Thomas took his sandwich and let me get a bite. I chewed it really well and bent over to place my mouth on his so he could take it. After he took the bite in his mouth he started to chew, I slapped his face and asked if him, “Do you not appreciate Sir chewing it for you?”

Thomas said with a mouth bahçeşehir escort full of food, “I am sorry Sir, I do appreciate you chewing my food Sir. Thank You Sir.”

We continued until Thomas’s plate was empty also. I looked at Thomas and said, “I as going to wash it down now and you will not lose a drop, understand!”

“Yes Sir, I will lose none Sir.”

We retired to the bedroom and I lay back. Thomas placed my cockhead in his mouth and formed a tight seal. He took my cock down till my cockhead was at his throat. I told Thomas I was fixing to start pissing, just let it shoot down his throat, but under no circumstances was he to lose a drop. My piss started to flow, and Thomas started pulling up and lost some, so I forced his head back down till my cockhead was buried in his throat and really let my piss go.

When I was done I looked down at him and told him, “You know I will have to punish you?”

“I know Sir, I am sorry Sir. I will do better next time. Let me get your belt Sir.”

Thomas got my uniform belt and handed it to me. I pushed Thomas off and sat on my bed side chair. I called Thomas to me, bent him over my lap and placed my foot on the chain between his nipple clamps to keep him in place. I told him 20 lashes should be enough, but he said he deserved 15. I told him to count as we started, he started hollering before I started the first lick. I went all the way to 15 with Thomas moaning, groaning and counting.

I pushed him off my lap to the floor, ordering him to get us a beer. He raised up forgetting I had my foot on the chain and fell back to the floor. He kissed my foot and I moved it off the chain. Thomas returned with our beers. Thomas guzzled his down and I ordered him to get in a 69 with me, me on bottom, him on top.

Thomas took my cock in his mouth and nursed the head, cleaning my piss slit, sucking and licking. I pushed 2 fingers in Thomas’s ass, then added a 3rd. Thomas was taking more and more of my big black cock into his mouth. I worked my 3 fingers in and out of his ass. I pulled my fingers out and took the cold bottle and put it right against his sweet hole, running the top up and down min his crack.

Thomas was taking my whole fat black cock in his throat, working his throat muscles on it. I pulled Thomas’s head up and turned him around, kissing him deep. I told Thomas to get the lube and use what he thought he needed. Thomas got just a little bit and run it around just the inside of his sweet hole.

Thomas then took my cock in his hand and guided his sweet tight pucker to my cock head. I felt my cock head against the soft pucker and Thomas lowered his ass till it opened. I grabbed the chain and pulled it as Thomas went farther and farther down on my cock. Thomas had about 5 inches in his ass as he groaned and took more.

I could tell Thomas was struggling so I told him on the count of 3 I was giving all my big black cock to him. I started 1, 2, 3, and thrust up pushing in my whole fat black 9.5-inch cock. Thomas screamed, and I placed 4 fingers in his mouth. Thomas got used to my cock and he started to whimper as his ass got accustomed to my big fat cock. I pulled hard on the chain stretching his nipples.

Thomas started working his hole on my cock, up and down, deep and shallow, rotating his hips in small circles. Between working Thomas nips and slapping his ass my hands were kept busy. I pulled Thomas down to me and rolled bakırköy escort us over, Thomas on his back and raised his legs up beside head to give me the freedom to work that ass.

I started pounding that sweet ass, in and out, short strokes and long strokes. I stopped and lowered my face to Thomas’s face, nose to nose. I told Thomas I was fixing to fill his sweet ass to overflow. Thomas said, “Sir, fill me Sir. I am yours to use Sir.”

Thomas started working his ass on my cock as I started stroking and getting ready to fill his ass. as I pounded his ass I started to cum, shooting shot after shot of cum in Thomas’s ass. Thomas was in ecstasy, moaning and groaning about what my big black cock was doing to his ass. I stopped thrusting, staying balls deep in his as he came back to earth.

I lay on top of Thomas kissing his neck and ear as he grabbed the cheeks of my ass with his hands. Thomas was whimpering about how lucky he was meeting me. I raised up, pulled my softened cock from Thomas’s ass and crawled up over his body until my nuts were over his mouth. I lowered my cum covered nuts to Thomas’s open mouth as he started licking my nuts.

He took one then the other in his mouth, sucking and licking as he went from one big black nut to the other. He finally took both my nuts in his mouth, sucking them hard and rolling them around. I raised up pulling my nuts from Thomas’s mouth. I turned to the side and pulled Thomas up. I took his place and pulled him to my big black cock telling him to clean up my dried cum.

Thomas started licking every inch of my cock. When he was done he took my cockhead in his mouth and started swirling his tongue around it as he went down further and further. Thomas swallowed his saliva and started sucking and licking again. When his mouth had filled again I told him to hold the saliva in his mouth as I took a handful of hair in each hand and started pushing my cock into and pulling from his mouth.

I told Thomas to swallow my cum and his saliva. When he opened his mouth to show me I told him we needed a shower. He hopped up waiting on my to lead the way. Thomas reached in and adjusted the water and invited me to enter. Thomas entered behind me, getting the rag and soap, and started washing me head to toe, paying special attention to my ass, balls and cock.

I ordered Thomas to his knees facing me. I asked, “I know you are ready for my black man elixir, assume the position!”

Thomas looked up at me, eyes open, mouth open and my cock in his hand. My golden piss started to flow as Thomas aimed it at his face and mouth. He kept his eyes and mouth open, swallowing as much as he could. When I had finished he sucked my cockhead to get the last drops. I ordered Thomas to put his head at the floor, ass up.

I took the enema nozzle, pushed in his ass and started the water flow. I slapped his ass and told him to stand. When he had I told him to hold as much water in his ass as he could. He would then expel it and do it again as he bathed, or he would be punished. The water was running out almost as fast as it was going in.

He finished bathing and I my rubber paddle. I bent him over and slapped his ass with the paddle, the flow stopped but restarted. I slapped his ass again and it stopped, longer this time. I slapped his ass again and it stopped. I continued slapping his ass, making him hold more and more. I turned off the water and told Thomas to başakşehir escort hold all the water in his ass, keep his hole nice and tight while I remove the nozzle.

I started slowly removing the nozzle as Thomas tightened down even more. I finally got the nozzle out as Thomas struggled to maintain the seal on his sphincter. I leaned over and stroked Thomas’s ass, running my finger up and down. I asked Thomas, “Are you ready to empty that sweet ass?”

Thomas replied, “Sir, when you are ready I am ready Sir.”

I slapped Thomas ass a few more times watching it turn red. I patted Thomas ass and told him he had permission to expel the water anytime. Thomas thanked me and let go, blasting water from his ass all the way to the shower wall. I placed 2 fingers under Thomas’s chin and raised him to his feet. I pulled his face to my chest and let him suck my nipples.

Thomas got the towel and dried me off, then himself. I turned and said, “It is time for bed.”

I slapped Thomas ‘s ass as he said, “Sir, yes Sir.”

Thomas pulled down the covers as I crawled in and followed me in. Thomas snuggled to my side and was licking my arm pit. I reached down over to Thomas’s chest and started playing with the clamps on his nipples by pulling the chain. Thomas was moaning, I told him it was time for sleep. We went to sleep and were awakened by the sunlight coming in thru the window.

I got up to piss and filled a quart jar for Thomas. As I was finishing Thomas walked and said, “Sir, good morning Sir.”

Thomas said he had to be at work at 9 am. He said he’d get breakfast on the way to work. I told him he could if he wanted but he might not be hungry, I plan on feeding him breakfast from my black cock. Thomas looked at me and said, “Thank you Sir, please feed me Sir.”

I pushed Thomas to his knees as he looked up at me and opened his mouth. I lay my fat cock head on his tongue and let him suck it. He sucked and went further and further down taking my cock into his tight throat working his muscles on it. Thomas pulled off and went back down as my cock throbbed. I grabbed a handful of hair and fucked his mouth forcing my cock further and further in.

My cum started to flow into Thomas’s throat and ran down his throat. Thomas stayed right there until I had finished shooting my whole big load in his throat. As my cock softened I pulled it from his mouth and painted his face. I ordered Thomas to his feet and removed the alligator clips from his nipples. He yelled as the blood returned. I pointed him toward the shower and followed him in. He bathed me first then himself and dried us off.

I worked his nipples and reinstalled the alligator clips and chain. I ordered Thomas to dress and make sure he put on his t-shirt under his uniform. I placed the quart jar of my piss in a bag and handed it to him. I told Thomas to take a couple of swigs from the jar every 30 minutes and video call each time.

When Thomas left I texted him, “Reggie will be checking on you periodically throughout the day, he will text you when he wants you, be there! He works nearby.”

Thomas replied, “Sir, yes Sir. I understand Sir.”

The first time Thomas called me he placed the jar to his mouth and took 2 big swallows, licking his lips afterward. Reggie texted me and said he was gonna have some fun. He had Thomas meet him in the back restroom. He ordered him to open his shirt and pants sliding the pants down along with his underwear.

He removed the clip from Thomas’s left nipple and clipped it to his scrotum between his nuts and ordered Thomas to dress. Thomas did as ordered every 30 minutes, taking more and more from the jar. At lunch I got a text from Reggie and he asked if he could take Thomas home with him for lunch. I told him of course, have fun.

To be continued.

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CHAPTER 3 — Tommy’s Story — Another Chance

“Don’t say that!” Ryan snapped, “You couldn’t be in love, not that quick, besides it wouldn’t work,” he paused, “I think it’s best that we don’t see each other again.”

Ryan had quickly turned from gentle to nasty, his tone more than anything hurt Tommy deep. Tears began to stream, “Why not?”

Ryan seemed to soften, “Look, I’m married,” he explained.

Tommy suddenly felt so stupid as he noticed the ring on his finger, how could he overlook that?

“And I have a twelve month old son. I’ll be going home to them when the war is over so it’s best that you don’t get attached to me,” Ryan continued. “My son means everything to me and I would lose him if anyone ever found out about us,” he paused, “that’s why I can’t see you again.”

Tommy found himself feeling bitter again, how could something so wonderful turn out so sour. How could someone so loving suddenly turn so cold. He cleaned himself down and climbed off the bed, his anus still feeling stretched.

“I’d better go,” he said picking up his clothes.

“Will you be Ok?” Ryan asked.

Tommy didn’t answer, he knew he wouldn’t be, he had just made love to another man and he was full of new emotions and fears. It was a lot for him to take. He dressed in silence, the air between them thick with tension.

“Wait,” Ryan called after Tommy as he headed for the door. Tommy paused. “I just want you to know, I really like you, and.. I had the best time tonight but you know it’s for the best. It could never work.” It seemed to Tommy Ryan was trying to convince himself but ultimately it’s not what Tommy wanted to hear. He was not sure what he wanted to hear but Ryan’s words sounded so final.

Tommy walked out and didn’t look back.

Outside it was late and dark, there was no one around and no moon to light his way. His mind was racing, he knew he was different, not like other boys. He loved kissing Ryan, he loved having him inside him. It was so obvious to him now. I’m a homosexual.

Loneliness sweep over him and he felt a cold chill as the full realisation of what that meant hit home. All his life he’d heard people saying how perverted queers were and how they will burn in hell for their sins. Now he was one of them, it didn’t feel bad, it didn’t feel wrong, but he knew if anyone found out his life would be utter misery. Now he had this terrible secret that no one could know about, he wished he’d never met Ryan, wished he didn’t know, wished he was still a virgin.

Tears filled his eyes, what had that man done to him? He’d condemned him to hell. The feeling of loneliness grew stronger. By the time Tommy had reached home he was sobbing. He looked up at the house that was once filled with love, not any more. His father seemed to resent him for a reason he couldn’t figure out and he certainly resented his father.

Quickly he took stock of his life. I’ve lost my mother, the only person who truly loved me. My father is bitter and doesn’t give a fuck about me and to top it all I’m a fucking homosexual. My life is truly fucked up! He didn’t see any point in living. In that instant he decided to end his misery.

Swiftly he entered the house and made his way into the kitchen. Rummaging through the drawers he produced a large carving knife. As he positioned the knife at his stomach his tears rained down striking his hands. He could feel the tip pressing into his skin, creating a small amount of pain. Just one push, that’s all it needs, just the one. Try as he might he couldn’t do it, the muscles in his arms refused to cooperate.

“That’s it, take the cowards way out!”

Startled, Tommy looked up and saw a dark figure in the corner of the kitchen.

“Go away!” Tommy blurted.

Tommy’s father stood and took the knife from him, “You don’t think I miss her too?”

Tommy collapsed on the floor and broke down, “I’m a freak, I don’t deserve to live.”

“Freak are you? Well welcome to planet earth, every fuckin’ person out there is a freak. Anyway I ain’t gonna let you top yourself, you’re the only thing I have left of her.” He bent down and helped Tommy to his feet.

Tommy was dazed by this, never before had his father shown any affection or care for him.

“Then why do you hate me?” Tommy blurted.

His father pulled him into a hug and Tommy broke down on his acıbadem escort shoulder.

“I don’t hate you. I’m just crap at showing my feelings,” he paused, “I love you just as much as I loved your mother.” The statement seemed to stick in his throat. “Look I don’t know what happened to you tonight and I don’t want to, thats your business but don’t go topping yourself over something that’s probably trivial. You’ll only regret it when your dead.”

Trivial is not how Tommy saw it but he was seeing a side of his father he never knew existed. He suddenly had new hope that maybe they could be friends after all. Maybe his father would understand his burden, he didn’t think he could handle it alone.

“Dad..I..”

Tommy’s father pushed him away, “Look at us,” he scoffed, “people will think we’re a couple of queers.”

Perhaps not.

“Get to bed, you’ll feel better after a good nights sleep, beside you have work in the morning.”

Tommy headed upstairs but stopped halfway.

“Dad?”

“What?”

“Thanks.”

“Fuck off.”

Tommy smiled, he now knew that grumpy old man he called dad did actually care about him. Suddenly things didn’t seem so bad .In his room he cleaned up the small cut to his stomach. What was I thinking? He shuddered at what might have happened if he had found the strength to push. Stripping off he checked his anus, it felt normal again. He moaned as he slipped a finger inside. How he loved Ryan’s cock inside him.

Climbing into bed he pulling the covers tight around him and imagined Ryan was holding him tight. He placed the photo of his mother on the pillow, as he did every night. She would have understood, he knew he could have talked to her about it. His tears wet the pillow as he drifted off to sleep.

* * *

Ration day at the grocers was always bedlam. Hordes of women all vying for the best produce. Tommy raced to keep up with his boss wrapping the various vegetables and handing them to the needy women.

“You not got a girlfriend yet Tommy?” Mrs Jacobs asked knowing full well he didn’t, “We’ll have to fix you up with our Doris,” she winked.

Tommy blushed as he always did. Doris was Mrs Jacobs daughter and very pretty too, but he felt like telling her what Doris got up to late at night with the GI’s. But he decided against it.

“I think your Doris has eye’s on one of the GI’s” Mr Rogers, Tommy’s boss said.

“Over my dead body,” Mrs Jacobs scoffed.

Tommy was seeing men in a different light now, wondering, what if? He would mentally undress them, imagine them naked, making love to him. When he looked at Mr Rogers and imagined him naked he shuddered. Mr Rogers is a nice man, very kind and always treated Tommy very well but his stocky build with a large beer belly and thick bushy beard did nothing for Tommy. Ryan had been the man for him.

For the past three days Tommy had seen the GI’s all around the village but never once had he seen Ryan. Every time he saw a uniform he got flustered and aroused. None of them seem to notice him, they were only occupied by the local girls and trying their best to date them. A topic that was very much ongoing in the grocers amongst the women.

Tommy didn’t notice the GI standing at the window until he had to get some cabbages from the display. At first all he saw was the uniform. His heart began to race as he froze. He didn’t want to look up, he felt petrified, but look up he did and saw Ryan staring back at him.

“He’s a handsome one,” a woman said, “not seen him around before.”

“Watch out Tommy I think he likes your cucumber,” another said causing an outburst of laughter in the store.

Tommy blushed so hard he felt faint, it was as though everyone knew what they had done together. Ryan signalled to him to meet round back, then walked off.

Tommy finished serving one of the women then turned to Mr Rogers, “Er could I take a break?” he asked.

“What? Now?” Mr Rogers said looking at all the customers.

“I won’t be long, promise.”

“Oh Ok, but hurry back, I don’t trust being on my own with all these women.” he joked.

“Oh, you should be so lucky,” one of the women replied, “It’s Tommy who should be worried.”

The shop burst into laughter once more as Tommy ran out back blushing again. He saw Ryan standing by the back door akbatı escort and before he could do anything Ryan had pulled him close, kissing him deeply. Tommy struggled free.

“W-W-What were you doing?” he panted getting his breath back. “someone might see.”

“I had to see you again, I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Tommy was taken back by this, he was confused. Anger overcame him but he bit his tongue, he wanted to see where this was going.”

“Meet me tonight, behind the Village hall, around 10.”

Before Tommy could get a word out Ryan was gone, leaving him shaking in the doorway. He was still annoyed but excited too, that kiss sent his head in a spin, his heart racing. He tried to calm himself down as he made his way back into the shop to resume serving, but he was preoccupied with the encounter and was making mistakes.

Mr Rogers put his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “Go and sort out that new delivery, I can manage here.”

Tommy was grateful for the break.

* * *

Tommy had no intention of meeting Ryan, he tried to come up with every reason why he shouldn’t go. He’ll just hurt you, It’s illegal, you could go to prison, you won’t see him again when the war is over, but despite this he still found himself outside the village hall.

He waited fifteen minutes alone with his thoughts, He’s late, he’s stood you up, this is crazy! He was just about to leave when Ryan appeared. He wasn’t wearing the full dress uniform he wore several nights ago, just his standard issue. He immediately swooped Tommy into his arms and kissed him passionately. Tommy was powerless to resist and just melted into him, all the wonderful feelings came flooding back.

When they stopped Ryan took his hand, “Come on, I got something to show you.”

“No wait!” Tommy said pulling back bewildered by the sudden enthusiasm, “I don’t understand, you said you didn’t want to see me again.”

Ryan sighed, “I know,” he paused, “I was feeling confused, scared, I’d never done anything like that before, I really thought it would be for the best. But after you left I couldn’t get you out of my mind, I’ve never felt like this about anyone.”

“Felt like what?”

He took a deep breath and cradled Tommy’s face with his large calloused hands, “I think I’m falling for you.”

Tommy’s eyes fill with tears, he wanted to trust Ryan but he was scared to, “You’re just saying that,” he said.

Ryan felt his stomach churn, he placed his hand on Tommy’s shoulder, “I really hurt you didn’t I?”

Tears fell freely now as Tommy sobbed, “yes you fucking hurt me! I was fine till you seduced me, now I have this awful secret I have to carry around with me that I never wanted. I don’t want to be queer!”

“Neither do I, more than anything I want to be like all the other jocks out there that screw around with women, hell I’ve done my share. But none of them felt right, I knew something was missing and making love to you felt more right than all of them put together.” He paused, it seemed like he was struggling to find the words. “Look, if something feels that right, then perhaps it’s meant to be, perhaps we were born to love men, perhaps it’s the whole fucking world that has it wrong. If I could take back what happened I would, but it made me realise what it is I need, and that’s you, and if it’s wrong then so be it, I would rather be wrong than right. “

Ryan’s words cut deep and Tommy sensed he was being genuine. Ryan pulled his hand away.

“I’m sorry,” he said looking at the ground in shame, “I never meant to hurt you, I can see you’re still hurting, it’s best I go.”

Ryan turned and started to walk away. For all the guilt and shame Tommy felt now, it didn’t compare to the fear of not seeing Ryan again, “No, wait,” he said, “I don’t want to be alone.”

Tommy flung himself at Ryan and was welcomed with open arms. He sobbed into his neck. Only the sound of nearby footsteps caused them to break their embrace.

“We have to be careful,” Ryan whispered, “We need to find somewhere more private.”

“Where could we go?” Tommy asked wiping his eyes.

“That’s what I was going to show you,” He took Tommy’s hand again,” come on.”

Around the front of the Village hall was an army jeep, “Get in,” Ryan said.

“Where did you get this?”

“I borrowed it from aksaray escort ordinance, got to get it back in a couple of hours though.”

Soon they were speeding through the country lanes and Tommy quickly cheered up, thrilled to be riding in a vehicle, his second time only. The wind rushed through his hair as they sped down the narrow streets.

“Where are we going?” he asked.

“You’ll see.”

After a couple of miles Ryan turned up a dirt track, half a mile further on they came across an abandoned cottage.

“This was the old Millers place, I forgot it was here,” Tommy said.

“We discovered it yesterday on a training exercise,” Ryan explained as he pulled a ruck sack from the back of the Jeep.

They headed inside and up the stairs. In the main bedroom was a solitary bed, the mattress looked a little stained but ok to use. Ryan took out some blankets from the sack and covered the bed.

“Viol-la!”

Tommy giggled and climbed onto the bed immediately followed by Ryan who produced a bottle of Bourbon.

“Something to relax us a little,” he said taking a swig.

Tommy took the bottle and did the same except he gingerly sipped at it, not wanting a repeat of the other night. This time he found he liked the taste and sipped some more. Ryan placed his hand on Tommy’s leg and gently stroked. Tommy emitted a soft moan.

Ryan leaned in and tenderly kissed Tommy’s moist lips, “You really are beautiful.”

Tommy was not certain about the word beautiful, it’s something normally reserved for describing women, something feminine, he didn’t consider himself feminine at all. He did however like the way Ryan said it, it made him feel sexual, wanted, admired and most of all it gave him a killer erection.

As Ryan began to unbutton Tommy’s shirt he had that look again. Even if Tommy wanted to he knew he wouldn’t be able to resist. Soon his smooth slim chest was bare, his nipples pert and erect and his skin covered in goosebumps. Still holding the bottle of bourbon he lay back as Ryan covered his torso with soft butterfly kisses, Tommy groaned in delight.

They spent the next hour touching, kissing, stroking but taking things much slower. Ryan introduced Tommy to the art of fellatio. When Ryan had swallowed his manhood Tommy’s eyes widened, shocked that someone would put a penis in their mouth, but the sensation was indescribable. Of course he was only too willing to reciprocate, a little awkwardly at first but he was a quick learner.

Their love making ended with Ryan kneeling and Tommy’s back against him. Ryan was deep inside the boy as he caressed and teased Tommy’s nipples and nibbled his ear. Tommy experienced another earth shattering handsfree orgasm as Ryan slipped deep in his bowels massaging his prostate. It didn’t take long for Ryan to ejaculate shortly after.

Exhausted they lay in the darkness, the only light coming from the moon through the window. Tommy’s skin seemed almost luminescent, Ryan stroked it gently drinking in the boy’s beauty. He was the first to speak.

“We can’t see each other…”

Tommy sat up like a bolt, “NO! Don’t do this to me again!” His eyes quickly filled with tears, panic showed on his face.

“Woah! Hold on there, you didn’t let me finish,” Ryan said grabbing Tommy and holding him close.

“I was going to say that we can’t see each other for a while because I’m being shipped to France tomorrow.”

Tommy froze, suddenly he was faced with a new fear.

“Don’t get killed,” he said burying his face into Ryan’s chest.

“I promise I’ll be careful.”

“Ryan, I really do love you,” Tommy said stifling a sniffle.

Ryan lifted Tommy’s face up to his own, “and I love you too.”

As they kissed a siren sounded in the distance, “Fuck an air raid!” Ryan shouted scrambling for his clothes.

Tommy and Ryan quickly dressed and rushed to the jeep, “I’ll drop you in the village,” Ryan said as they sped down the dirt track. In the distance the sky lit up from search lights and the heavy drone of bombers could be heard over the sound of flak exploding above them.

Once in the village Tommy jumped out, “I’ll be gone for a month, I’ll see you when I come back, same place behind the village hall!” Ryan shouted as the jeep drove away.

Tommy ran for home, he wasn’t too worried about the bombs falling on his village, he knew that wasn’t their target, they just passed over on their way to London. It was in London that his mother had been killed, visiting her sister, both had perished. Tommy had a deep hatred for the Germans for taking his mother away, he wished he could fight alongside Ryan, get his revenge but mostly to be with the man he loved.

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Ch. 4 – Puerto Vallarta

I woke at seven in the morning the day we pulled into our first port of call. Puerto Vallarta holds special memories for me. Never one for the excursions, I took a taxi to the shopping district to pick up some jewelry for my girlfriends. Then lunch at the Hard Rock Café and a stroll on the beach.

Late in the afternoon I flagged another taxi and went to my special spot. Anyone who didn’t know about this place would think it is just a very elegant house in a very rich district. But those of us who are regulars know it is the classiest whorehouse in town.

I was greeted at the door by Raoul, the doorman. I slipped him a twenty, as was the custom of the house. He took me into the bar and I ordered a beer.

One of the great appeals of the house was its elegant ambiance. It has the look and feel of a high-society affair, rather than a flesh market. There are no hawkers, no pimps, and no half-dressed girls making crude comments. The girls, all pretty and well educated, are dressed in evening gowns. None of them have tattoos, piercing, fake boobs, or shaved pussies. If you met one on the street, you would think they were the daughters of bankers or politicians.

There were a dozen customers in the bar, watching a soccer match and sipping their drinks. Gradually the girls would drift through, striking up conversations. The dress code for the gentlemen was just as strict as for the girls. No one wore t-shirts or jeans, most wore ties even with the summer heat.

I talked with one of the girls who came up to me, buying her a drink. I enquired about Maria Elena, the girl I had spent time with on my last visit. Rosa, my companion, told me that Maria had left the house, marrying a local silivri escort jeweler and moved to the United States. After a few minutes Rosa moved on with a smile, seeing that I wasn’t interested in her. Within minutes she left with the man sitting next to me, departing for the bedrooms upstairs.

I ordered another beer, still not seeing a girl that appealed to me. I was in the mood for a very small girl, not the usual buxom model that is my normal taste. Being a big man (over six feet and 225) I sometimes get turned on by physically dominating a smaller girl by my sheer size.

Mexico scored a goal in the game and the room erupted in cheers. Before my third Corona arrived, the girl I was looking for walked into the room. She was about five feet tall, very skinny, and except for the long black hair and the small bumps on her chest, looked like a boy. Her dress was a very tight, green satin sheath. Two perfect pearls adorned her ears and her black heels completed the package.

“Hello,” she said in a high-pitched, girlish voice. “I am Carlotta.”

“Joe. Nice to meet you.”

“You are from America?”

“Yes.”

“My sisters live in Los Angeles. I want to go there some day.”

“Fun town, but I prefer Northern California myself. How old are you?”

“Twenty. Is not too old, I hope?”

I laughed. “No, just fine. Have you worked here long?”

“No, just a month. You have been here before?”

“Many times. Shall we go upstairs?”

“Si.”

She took my hand and led me to the huge staircase. I nodded to Donna Ygnacia, who ran the house. I took the older woman’s hand and kissed it, slipping a hundred dollar bill into it. She thanked me and şirinevler escort pointed the way upstairs. Carlotta took me to a room at the far end of the upstairs hall and closed the door behind us.

I took her in my arms and kissed her neck, though I had to bend down a ways to do it. I ground my hardening cock into her so she could feel my desire. She broke away from me and went to the bed. Slowly she removed her shoes and her dress, revealing her small tits, topped with small brown nipples. She wore a very skimpy pair of black panties and a smile.

I undid my shirt and pants and stepped out of my socks and boxers. Once on the bed I took her breast in my mouth while rubbing her pussy through the sheer silk of her underwear. She moaned at the stimulation, a genuine moan of the truly turned-on.

She shifted me back and brought her mouth to my cock. With a smile she started licking around the head and grasping the shaft with her tiny hand. She tried hard to get as much of my cock into her mouth but it was too small so she settled for sucking on the head a bit.

Next I turned her over on her back and reached for her panties. She lifted her butt so I could slide them off, revealing a wild thatch of black curls. Her lips were already wet and I licked her juices, paying particular attention to her clit. There is something especially satisfying about bringing a whore to orgasm and I wasn’t going to miss that pleasure.

“Ahhh!!” she cried out. Her pussy was gushing with cunt oil as I lapped at her like her folds were my favorite flavor of ice cream cone. She clamped her thighs around my head as I orally assaulted her womanhood.

“Are you ready, Carlotta? Are şişli escort you ready for me to shove this bruiser into your little pussy?”

“Yes. Please.” She reached over to the table and got out a condom, which she rolled onto my penis. I really love it when my lover puts it on me!

I lifted her legs onto my shoulder and guided my tool to the opening of her slit. I eased myself into her until all nine inches were in. Then I thrust like there was no tomorrow, slamming my cock into her, with passion and violence and desire.

I looked down to see our wild bushes mingling. Carlotta screamed as I penetrated her, over and over again. My hands went from her ass to her clit to her small cones, all the while I thrusted into her. Fucking her hard and without mercy. I could feel the head of my cock penetrate her cervix that is how small her cunt was.

“Ride me, Carlotta. Sit on my cock and ride me like a horse!” She readily complied, squatting over me and inserting my cock into herself. I grasped her tiny ass as she bounced up and down on me. Her muscles milked my cock, trying to draw out my sperm.

I felt the familiar stirrings inside, signaling I was about to blow. I quickly turned her over, tore off the condom and stroked my cock. Carlotta reached up and played with my balls as I jerked my self off, shooting a torrent of my cream all over her stomach and tits.

As soon as I was finished, Carlotta got up and went to the washroom. She returned with a warm washcloth and proceeded to clean me up. I gave her a kiss on the forehead and got dressed. I reached for my wallet and pulled out eight one hundred dollar bills and put them on the dresser. Then I took another one out and handed it to Carlotta, as a thank you for our time together. She waved to me as I left the room and went back downstairs.

Donna Ygnacia showed me to the door and thanked me for my visit. I kissed her on the hand again and thanked her for the nice afternoon. A waiting cab took me back to the ship where I took a quick nap before dinner.

Tomorrow, Mazatlan!

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Ray Rambler, 49 was excited as he coasted down his Subaru Outback out of his driveway. He’s going to take out the stunningly pretty divorcee named Kate Halston to a hiking trip. His wife Abby had persuaded him to have a fling with Kate.

Abby was not as pretty as the much younger Kate, but she’s a sophisticated and a highly intelligent woman who can be seductive and beautiful if she wanted to. However she had an ailment that caused her loss of sexual appetite. Ray’s effort to stimulate her had been futile. The result was a sexual coma for Ray. Thanks Lord of Lords, after two years Abby finally felt pity on Ray because despite the lack of sex he’s been a faithful husband for 22 years of their marriage. Ironically, their three children were now all grown–ups and they would have had better time to indulge in sex. And as Ray approaches middle life he actually needed sex most, as this is man’s last hurrah, the last stage of his sexual urges.

Ray met Kate when she appeared one early morning at his doorstep two weeks ago. He couldn’t forget the day when she rang his doorbell and woke him up. It was an awakening, a long-awaited rain on a dried parched land as she stood there at the doorstep, dressed in an elegant business suit, lovely as a beautiful dream, a smile like Mira Sorvino’s, mesmerizing him, and drawing him with a powerful kind of irresistible force.

“Good morning sir, I’m Kate Halston, sorry to have bothered you. I live down Lafayette and my car stalled right across your house and I think it needs a battery jumpstart,” she intoned.

Her car was a classic Trans Am. She was a corporate lawyer living just a few blocks away in the same village. The sexual attraction was instant. Ray had never met a woman like that before. Even his wife hadn’t had that effect on him.

Ray jumpstarted her car and in return Kate gave him her card; to call her in case he needed her assistance. In that course of their meeting, Ray had learned that Kate was recently divorced, no child and had been only married for two years.

A week later, Ray bumped into Kate in a mall.

“Mr. Rambler, how very nice to see you,” Kate said flashing her captivating smile, her brown eyes with specks of gold brimming with merriment.

“How about calling me Ray?” he said cracking a smile.

“Ok, Ray it is. I was going to buy a helmet and knee pads for my in line skates. I envy the young ones who do this in the park.”

“Well, you’re still young.”

“Oh, not too young anymore. How old do you think I am?”

“Well, I’m really poor at guessing women’s ages.”

“Try, maybe you’ll hit the bulls-eye,” she prodded.

“Twenty…ah…seven?”

“Hey spot on, man. I’m really 27.”

“Oh, my real guess was 25, I don’t know why I blurted out 27.”

She flashed again that captivating smile.

“My kids used to do this sport,” Ray said.

“I now prefer it than jogging which I used to do. What’re you buying?” Kate said.

“Oh, I’m just on my way to the scent section. If it were no trouble at all I’d like to ask your help to pick a scent that would suit an old guy like me. I’ve been using the same scent for a long while and now I’d like something different for a change.”

“Sure. I love scents! They say women have keener nose than men when it comes to scent. What are you using by the way?”

“Well, Polo,” he replied.

“That’s a good one. All right, if you’ll help me buy the best caps and helmet?”

“That’s easy for me to do,” Ray said.

Kate was tall, 5’7″ in fact, and was dressed attractively in black mini skirt and blue lamé top. Men and women threw admiring glances at her. Ray was lean and fairly muscled at 6’1″ sporting a trendy goatee and a tousled black hair that is graying a bit. He was dressed casually in a white on white plaid camp shirt over ribbed cotton T-shirt, cotton and linen grayish trousers and leather driving shoes.

Ray sampled on his wrist the Sienna from Crabtree and Evelyn, distinguished by warm woody notes, citrus and aromatic herbs. Kate sniffed it. “If a man walked by me wearing that, I’d follow him,” Kate said. Ray’s eyebrows perked up and instantly decided to purchase it.

Soon they were like old friends eating lunch in a nice cozy restaurant. They were a charming couple joyously chit-chatting.

Finally, Ray offered Kate the invitation for a hiking expedition in Cape Cunnapeak on a hillside overlooking the Bay of Grundy on Saturday.

Kate knew that he’s very much married but only married men come on to her. She’d been playing the field with a vengeance as she’d just been out of a failed marriage. Ray had been the best candidate to have a fling on as far as she’s concerned.

“Oh that’ll be great. I’d surely like to come with you. We’ll bring a picnic basket, wine, oh I can prepare for that,” Kate enthused. Ray liked her expression and for the first time in years he felt like a teen-ager driving the hot rod.

Ray finally pulled up his Subaru in front of her house. Looking very outdoorsy in his rugged outfit, dear edward izle he stood happily at Kate’s doorway ringing her doorbell. Kate opened the door and immediately threw him a welcoming hug and a buzz on the cheek. Kate was wearing a clingy white top and low-riding soft denim skirt that bared a snippet of tummy skin.

“Come on in. I was packing up the food that I prepared,” she said.

“Mmmmm I could smell it,” he said. She hooked her arm happily on his and led him to the kitchen counter.

His eyes roved around the interior of her house. The décor looked trendy with walls and ceiling painted in off white and blue. Everything was in the shades of blue. There’s a Kendall sofa and a thrown rug under a coffee table. Metal sculptured lamps on each table illuminated the room, but the light just pooled around the furniture creating a stunning effect. Another table held a large screen TV and sound system, and a Robbie Williams CD ‘Swing When You’re Winning’ was emanating softly from the audio player. A couple of abstract paintings hung on the wall done by Diana Ong.

She had cut up the French baguette into mini sandwiches size, wrapped each with wax paper then tied with a string so the fillings won’t spill out. Then she put them in the basket along with other goodies, and napkins. The drinks were to be put inside a blue thermo bag to keep it chilled.

“What are you staring at? I’m beginning to feel self-conscious,” she said trying to concentrate on what she was doing.

“You’re remarkably beautiful, so zesty, so full of life,” Ray said huskily as he held her by the shoulders. He knew that the touch made her tingle all over for he noticed how her nipples awoke from slumber and stood like bullets against her clingy top. She was obviously wearing no bra.

When she turned, Ray dropped a soft kiss on her forehead breathing her perfume and touching lightly her silky black semi pony-tailed hair. Kate drew close to him and his arms wrapped around her. She longed for a man’s hug and there had been nights that she played herself thinking of Ray. Ray gazed at her slightly made-up face, porcelain skin and sensual lips close to his. He had to curb his desire. They’ve got the whole day to themselves. She fiddled his collar shirt and he resisted slipping his hands over her nicely-shaped rump and pulling her hips to his. They held their gazes for awhile, the heat of passion brewing in their eyes, and hadn’t Ray loosened his hold on her, the heat of their lustful desires could have ignited on the spot.

With a glimmering smile, Kate resumed packing their provisions for the trip. When she’s done she shrugged into a Replay denim jacket and sat down on the sofa to change her clogs to Nike sneakers after wearing white ankle socks.

The sun was throwing its early morning rays and the cool crisp air and spruce scented spring air whiffed through their nostrils. The day was predicted to be sunny and cloudless as the summer season was ushering in.

The Subaru cruised easily out of the village and into the highway. The car radio was blasting with The Rolling Stone’s ‘Route 66’ and Lily was bopping up and down along with the tune. Her short skirt drawn up to alarming level and long slightly-tanned legs pulled his attention once in a while.

After about 12 miles of easy driving, it pulled off the highway and travel through the charming village of Randy Oak, and then Lechersville, past lovely, historic homes and gorgeous towering trees. And then through Bunnington, taking a road near the Seamen’s Memorial that leads to the Bay of Grundy where Cape Cunnapeak was.

“Ray, have you been involved with a woman outside of your marriage?”

“No,” he said.

“You’re a rare breed.”

“Have you been seeing anyone lately?” Ray asked.

“Two guys have asked me out but not one of them fell into my liking. It’s nice to be single again, and man, I want to play the part well. When I get 30 maybe I’ll settle back again and have babies,” she laughed.

“Where’s your husband now?” he asked.

“He left me for a black guy. It disgusts me to ever think of what he did to me. He partied, boozed and took drugs like there was no tomorrow. He’s a spoiled brat, son of a wealthy couple. We settled though amicably and left me with his house in Lafayette.”

“That’s a nice house.”

“Yeah, I finally fixed it all by my taste.”

“You’ve got very beautiful hands, delicate and long,” he said shifting the subject.

“You’re the second person who told me that,” she said glancing briefly at her nails gleaming with slick blue polish.

“Who’s the first?”

“My dad, when I was small. He used to hold my hand and said they were pretty and always kissed them. He’s a warm and tender man. I really loved him and I missed him a lot. He died two years ago of heart attack while he was listening to his favorite songs.”

Ray shook his head dismally.

“How’s your old man?” she asked.

“Gone away too. He was carrying an affair with a young woman when death in the dorms izle it happened. Heart attack too.”

“Whoa, hope you have a stronger heart!”

“Don’t be dismayed. I took out so much from my mother.”

“And I took so much from my dad.”

Both of them laughed.

At last they arrived at their destination. When they got out of the sport vehicle Kate’s senses tangled with the sight, smell and sounds of the great outdoor.

“Wow, beautiful day, isn’t it?” She sighed.

“Perfect.” Ray said resonating to the beauty of the environment.

Ray pulled on his back pack and took the thermo bag from Kate. When Kate bent over to retrieve her back pack from the vehicle her skirt rode up –high enough for Ray to catch a glimpse of her bun-baring blue thong. Even at 49, Ray was still getting a kick out of those upskirt ogling.

Before they started trekking they held each other and finally kissed tasting the sweetness of a budding romance. Ray could feel that Kate wanted to linger on but he broke it up. He wanted to stage the romance step by step by not getting into it so soon.

“Come we’ve got a long walk ahead of us before we get to the hilltop,” he said. Lily felt some trickles of wetness between her legs and she knew that she’s so hungry for a man’s stimulation. He was a good kisser, which made her crave for the main event.

They walked through a wide farm land and hiked up through the woods, passing through a trail that narrows and meanders to many steep inclines and down sudden descents. Kate was a laugh a minute girl and Ray enjoyed her company. They held hands and took careful steps along the way that was cluttered with gnarled roots from so many old trees. There was a bed of exotic mushrooms, a raccoon which darted by, several woodcocks and a fat porcupine waddling by. Every passing minute was fun and the hour hike was so quick.

When they reached the clearing of the hill top, the air changed into the smell of sea breeze. Kate ran ahead of him toward the edge and watched the swirling water under, ships bopping up ahead in a distance and up above hovered a flock of sea gulls, swooping upon a nearby shore. Ray’s been used to the view of the place but Kate’s delicious curves, her full ass were the sight that made it more breathtaking.

Standing on Cape Cunnapeak of about 500 feet of sandstone cliff jutting out into the Bay of Grundy, Kate laughed aloud at what Ray pointed to her. The sloping cliff with a gash at the center, looked like a woman’s sex. At the middle of the split gushed a water flow that cascaded to the ocean.

“This is a very naughty place,” Kate remarked.

“Like the view?”

“Fantastic!”

“If we’re lucky we could see whales in the ocean.”

“Really? Hmmm, this is fun, fun, fun!” she enthused pivoting to him and slipping her arms around him. Ray’s lips came down on hers and they kissed tenderly sending shivers along her spine. It was like the pleasure was centered to their kissing and Ray began taking her kiss thirstily like drinking soda pop on a hot summer’s day. Kate responded with equal passion. Their hands roved around their backs and both were exhilarated by the bonding of their emotional and physical need.

Kate, almost forgetting how to breathe, broke the kiss. “Let’s settle down here, shall we?” she said with ragged breathing. Feeling the pleasure of his manly hold was turning her body to jelly. Ray nodded and took an inflatable mattress out of his back pack. He unfolded it and spread it on the ground that had a straggly growth of grass. Kate watched him pumped air into the mattress and immediately connected it with sex, which gave her a wild erotic sensation that pulsed between her legs. They were lucky as they had the place to themselves.

At last Ray sat on the mattress which Kate had laden with a blue blanket. He undid the zippers around the thighs of his trousers to convert them into shorts. Kate shrugged off her jacket, chucked it aside, and knelt down to help him unlace his Wolverine boots. Then she sat between his open legs, her back on him, and took off her crosstrainers by herself. The gentle breeze mussed her hair and Ray nuzzled his nose and lips on her ears and neck cherishing her alluring scent called Sérénissima by Guerlain favored by Sharon Stone.

“You’re tickling me,” she giggled as he continued damping kisses on her. After yanking off her shoes and socks she leaned back on Ray, enfolding herself into his arms while her hands stroked his knees and down his outer thighs. Kate dreamily shut her eyes, chin up, savoring the breeze when Ray’s hands pressed around her exposed tummy and one moved astray to wander along the slope of her thigh slipping under her skirt and managed to just stop short of her underwear. The need had arisen and whatever will be will be. She needed a lover, and good romancing. Turning her face to him, he gave her the kind of kiss that went all the way down to the toes of her feet and through her fingertips. Compelled by diary of a gigolo izle an unseen force Ray placed his right hand over her breast, fingers splayed and was immediately followed by his left hand to also feel the other breast. As he fondled both her breasts through the cotton fabric of her top, she arched her spine with arousal and Ray slipped his hands underneath her clingy shirt and closed in on her lovely breasts inside. The touch of her bare skin charged an electric current into his loins. Kate’s young busts were firm, so velvety smooth and so wonderful to feel. He rolled the nipples with his fingertips and caused her to cry out with bliss inside her head.

After a moment of sweet caresses, Kate twisted her body to face him and straddled him on his hips pushing him down the mattress. Eye to eye, lips to lips, breath to breath, tongue to tongue and hips to hips both felt the urgent need of sexual bonding. Ray’s hands caressed her back down to the bare skin preceding her skirt that had bunched up to expose her round firm bottom.

Burning with desire, Kate straightened up and wrapped her hands under her shirt and lifted them over her head. Her wondrous 36 fruity inches of b-cup breasts tumbled free. She let him watched her jiggled her breasts and his eyes darted from there to her open legs seeing and feeling her crotch pressing against her erection. After awhile she cupped her breasts and offered them to his mouth. Ray suckled at them like a baby cub and Kate tossed her head back drifting her eyes close and smiling gleefully as the tingling sensation engulfed her. While devouring as much flesh as he could, his hands shaped the contour of her sides down to the thighs and slid up underneath her short skirt up to her bottom, kneading the supple flesh, and fiddling the edges of her thong. It was also then that his fingers slid between her legs from behind and felt the heat of her arousal through her thong. His fingers went bolder, jolting her a little bit as he slipped them inside the thong and skimmed the warm moistness of her hidden lips.

Kate broke away from his mouth and pushed Ray down flat on the mattress. She nuzzled her lips into his ear and whispered: “You naughty boy. I want you to fuck me all day long, and I’ll lick your cock and suck your ball bags until you scream.” She meant all this kind of stuff but said very, very quietly so that he could hardly hear it, and very girlishly, too, so that it sounded like sweet nothings. He just kind of blew out his cheeks and said, “Wow.”

Kate sat astride his hips and pressed her hands on his chest. Sitting on the bulge of his pants, she began rotating her hips over it feeling under her cunt that he was growing still, until his pants could hardly hold it in. Ray groaned deep in his throat.

“Let’s loose this shirt,” Kate said and began unbuttoning his shirt. He sat up and shucked off the shirt. Then Kate pulled his undershirt up but stopped midway in his face, the bunch of folds covering his eyes as she intended to do. She pushed down his raised arms and pinned down his wrists over his head with her hands. She kissed him quick on the lips and then flicked her tongue back and forth between his nipples, biting him softly with her teeth.

“Hey, I can’t see you,” he uttered with tickled laughter.

“Good. Stay that way and don’t move,” she ordered looking at his hard chest with just a little bit of hair in the center that trails down his navel and disappears into his shorts. Sliding off from his bulge her fingers began unbuckling his belt, twisting the waist button, and pulled down the zipper of his shorts. Once opened, she scooted down to his legs while pulling his shorts off his feet like she was a doctor in the emergency room. Seeing the raging bulge underneath his pristine white briefs, she was compelled to smooth and rotate it with her palm and then without warning extricated his hardness through the fly. The heat of his male hardness titillated her hand.

“Oh Jesus, you don’t waste time, do you?” Ray muttered.

“Sex first before talking,” he heard her say and after a moment he felt her tongue licked up the underside of his shaft and upon reaching the head, she licked around the ridge. The tip of her tongue darted back and forth between her caressing lips, rubbing the sensitive flesh beneath.

Ray could no longer stay deprived of the visual image of what she was doing and started pulling up his shirt entirely by himself. Lifting his head, he watched how she took his cock into her mouth, trying to get as deep as she could, turning her head sideways so that he could see how it made her cheek bulge out.

When Kate slipped it out of her mouth, it left an audible ‘pop’, and his cock shuddered like it was a diving board that was just bounced off.

“Like it lover boy?” she said as she began stroking it up and down with her hand varying her strokes with a rotating grip.

“Arrghh!” It was all Ray could express.

Then Kate sandwiched his jumbo cock in between her breasts.

“Wow, it’s huge, I didn’t realize you’re a stud.”

Pre-cum oozed out of the head and Kate stuck out her long tongue and scooped it up by the tip. This was followed by a down stroke of her hand and just upon reaching the base her mouth took over once again. Ray was actually groaning and judging by the look on his face, he was going to heaven.

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A couple of weeks ago, I was approached by a young employee of mine named Elizabeth. I work as a shift supervisor at a telemarketing center, and most of my employees are young college students trying to make a few extra bucks on the late nights. The rest are a few old men who come in to work, mostly to earn a little money for the strip club or to keep themselves liquored up when they’re not working the phones selling timeshares.

Elizabeth is one of the college students that I work with. She started about three months ago, and recruited a couple of her friends to join with her. We joke about how she sold her friends into bondage when she brought them to me, and she teasingly jokes and flirts back about how lucky I would be if that were true.

Elizabeth sat down in my office across from my desk without preamble, and started speaking, “Hey, boss.”

“What’s up, Liz?”

“I’ve got a proposition for you.”

“Oh yeah?” I raised my eyebrows. “Got some more souls to sell me? Some new recruits?”

“Ha. Not exactly,” Elizabeth laughed, starting to twirl a finger in her hair. “But I do have an offer that I think you’ll like.”

Having no idea what she was talking about, I asked her to go on. She told me that a few nights ago, she and her friends had attended a sex toy party. Amongst all the silly games and subtle sexual tension, the conversation led to a discussion of sexual fantasies. Elizabeth shared some of them with me, and I smiled at her as I felt my cock stir, and she smiled back knowing what she was doing, turning me on.

“Then it was Gwen’s turn,” Elizabeth started. Gwen is another one of the girls that works for me. She’s one of Liz’s friends, but very quiet and shy. She’s short, probably about 5’3″, and has long brown hair that she usually wears in a neat little pony tail. She always dresses very conservatively, wearing long sweaters and long pants. Despite her demure dress, though, you can still sometimes catch glimpses of her tasty curves. Gwen is 21, so she’s starting to develop into a full-fledged woman. She’s got some smooth, round hips, and some well-developed breasts. She’s very cautious to keep them covered most of the time, though. Fortunately, I’m able to sneak a glance from time to time when the opportunity arises.

Liz told me about how Gwen is incredibly shy and how they had to drag her to the party and promise to take her out to a nice dinner if she went. When it came her turn, Gwen begged them to leave her alone and not make her tell. Instead, though, they made her do a couple of shots to get her to loosen up, and waited patiently until she was drunk enough to start spilling the details.

Gwen told them about her fantasies. She told them about how she had only had sex with two guys, and those had both been short term things and very tame. She talked about how she secretly dreamed of being used and dominated, and how she would sometimes touch herself in her apartment and think of the possibility of selling pictures of herself for money to men online. Gwen was paying her own way through college, so she was always strapped for cash, but she had good friends who helped her out. That didn’t stop her from creating her own fantasies, though, fantasies in which she was a high dollar model who made men pay a premium for a few shots of her ample breasts and smooth behind.

Then Elizabeth told me about how Gwen had fantasized about me.

I choked and felt my face flush red as soon as Liz mentioned that. Liz just smiled at me, and waited for me to get myself under control. “Are you serious?”

“Mmm hmm,” Liz went on. “Gwen fantasizes about you a lot. Ever since she started here, she’s been thinking about what it would be like to get you into her bed. She tells the most erotic stories. But mostly, she fantasizes about you using her and controlling her, making her into your little slut whore on the side.”

“Wow,” I managed.

“Yeah. We were impressed. From our little Gwen.”

I just sat there, trying to take it all in. “You said you had a proposition.”

“Yeah. I do. Well, we do. Some of us want to get together and have you fuck Gwen.”

“What?”

“Yeah. Not like a sex party or anything. It needs to be smooth and quiet. We need to surprise her.”

I found my cock throbbing as she spoke, and adjusted my pants without modesty. “What do you have in mind?”

“Well, you know how Gwen is always needing money, right? It’s no big deal, but it’s gotten worse now that her parents split up. We’d like you to invite her and I over for dinner to your place some night. You know, as a treat for some friends. And then, once we’re both there, I’ll slip away and you can have Gwen to yourself.”

“How?”

“I don’t know. Start by talking to her about how you’ve been looking at her at work. Tell her about how she’s beautiful and how you’ve dreamed of having a moment alone with her. Offer her money. love never lies poland izle Offer her to pay her for the chance to fuck her. She won’t refuse. In her dreams she begs you to exploit her.”

“She begs me to treat her like a prostitute?”

“Yes. It makes her so horny that she can’t control herself. Even as she told us this, she had to run to the bathroom and finger herself. We all heard through the bathroom door. Gwen moans a lot.”

“Oh God.”

Liz smiled evilly. “You see. You want her too. How can you possibly say no?”

She was right, and we both knew it. So, we set a date and agreed to follow the basic plan that Elizabeth had outlined.

* * *

That Friday night, I heard a knock on my apartment door as I was putting the final touches on a pasta dinner. With my hands shaking as I thought of what might lie ahead, I turned off the burners and headed to open the door. As I opened it, Gwen and Elizabeth stood there, and both smiled as me as I welcomed them in.

“Hey,” Gwen said quietly as she entered.

“Hey,” Elizabeth said, giving me a knowing wink.

“How’s it going? Did you find the place okay?” I asked.

“Yeah, it was fine.” Elizabeth looked around. “You have a nice place.”

“Thanks,” I said. “You can just set your coats down on the bench. I’m just finishing up the bread. Why don’t you come back here and sit down in the dining room while I finish up?”

“Okay,” they chimed, and together they headed back to the dining room. I watched as they walked ahead of me, taking note of Gwen’s body and dress. She was wearing sneakers, some long, loose black pants with a belt that hung down the side. Her top was made up of a black t-shirt that formed tightly around her breasts, and an outer shirt that was buttoned up only on the bottom two buttons. The result was that her top was splayed open, the mounds of her breasts outlined by the black fabric of her shirt. I felt my cock stir, and turned to head into the kitchen to finalize dinner.

Dinner was short. We sat and talked about work, and they talked about class. Liz talked about her boyfriend and how she knew he had cheated on her, but she didn’t care because she was going to dump him anyway. Just as we were nearing the end of the pasta, Liz got a phone call on her cell phone. She excused herself and left the room temporarily before coming back in. “I’m sorry. That’s my sister. She needs me to come pick her up from some place where her car broke down.”

“Okay,” Gwen began, “we can go.”

“No,” Liz replied. “You stay here. Jeff can take you home. Is that okay, Jeff?”

“Yeah. It’s fine by me. Is it okay with you, Gwen?”

“Sure,” she smiled a little, but seemed anxious and embarrassed.

Liz gathered up her things and waved as she left hurriedly from the apartment.

“So,” I began, taking a deep breath and preparing to set in action our plan. “Elizabeth says that your parents got divorced.”

“Yeah,” Gwen said. She reached to tuck some hair behind her ear as she looked down. “It just happened a couple of weeks ago.”

“How are you taking it?”

“Umm,” Gwen said, looking around, “I’m taking it okay, I guess. I mean, I knew that this would probably happen. It’s just hard, because they were helping me a little bit with some of my bills, but now they’re going through the divorce and paying their lawyers and they say they can’t give me any money right now. Not like they were giving me that much at all anyway.”

“You need money, Gwen?” I asked, as if I didn’t know.

“Well, sometimes. I mean, I make some with my job, but I mooch of my friends a lot. Liz is great.”

“I can give you money, Gwen.”

“No, that’s okay. I mean, you don’t need to do that.”

“I wouldn’t be giving it to you for free,” I replied, reaching across to grab her plate and stand up to take it to the kitchen. “You’d have to give me something in return.”

Gwen didn’t speak, and I wondered if she was afraid of what might be going on.

“Elizabeth told me about the party you guys had.”

“She did? What party?”

“The sex toy party where you got drunk.”

“Oh. Oh! Oh no!” Gwen covered her mouth and looked at me, her eyes wide with terror.

“Yeah. I know. And I know what you think about when you touch yourself at night.”

“Oh God,” Gwen whimpered, and she started to cry.

Still persistent, I leaned forward, resting my hand on her shoulder. “It’s okay, Gwen. I’ve been thinking about you too.”

Gwen sobbed softly for a few moments before asking quietly, in almost a whisper, “Really?”

“Yes. And… I’ve fantasized about your fantasies. And I get hard when I think about using you. I stroke myself in my office when you’re at work. I come home and think of you when I rub myself in bed.”

Gwen sniffed, but I could see she love off the grid izle had stopped sobbing and was glancing at me from the corner of her eye.

“I can pay you, Gwen. And no one will ever have to know.”

“Pay me to do what?” she said, looking me full in the eye now.

“To have sex with me. To let me use you. To let me touch you and ravish you. To taste your lips and to make you cum. You’ll be my cute little sex toy.”

“Cute?” she smiled.

“Yes, very cute.”

Gwen didn’t speak, she just nodded.

At that, I reached into my pants and pulled out my wallet. Without a word, I pulled out $300.00 and set it in a wrinkled stack in front of her. Gwen stared at the money, and I quietly leaned in to start kissing her neck and shoulder, letting my hands cup her breasts through her shirt.

Gwen was trembling. I could feel her body shaking as my hands squeezed her, and as my kisses explored her. But soon the shaking got softer, and I started to do more.

I bent down and picked Gwen up in my arms, carrying her silently to my bedroom and setting her down on the bed. She laid back, spreading her legs a little as I stood in front of her, unbuttoning my shirt and taking off my pants. Next came my t-shirt, boxers, and socks, so that I stood naked in front of her, and looked down at her as she chewed her fingernail, waiting to see what I would do next.

First I pulled off her shoes, dropping them with small thuds on the bedroom carpet. Next, I climbed onto the bed, spreading her legs and letting my rigid dick rest against the fabric of her crotch as I unbuttoned her outer shirt and pushed it off her arms. Gwen cooperated, knowing that I had paid her for what was to come. Next, I took hold of her black t-shirt and slowly lifted it up her body, exposing the pale skin of her stomach, the lacy blue fabric of her bra, and the ample cleavage between her breasts. I pulled the shirt completely off, and noticed how messed up Gwen’s hair was now that her shirt was off. Before I let her rest, though, I reached behind with one hand and unclasped her bra, letting it drop free of her breasts.

I can’t tell you how long I’d waited to see those perfect mounds. Her breasts were heavy, soft, and smooth. Her nipples were hard, and I reached down to cup her tits in my hand, weighing them. I started to massage them, squeezing them forcefully as I pushed Gwen back onto the bed, and she gasped out loud. Her gasp turned me on more, and I found myself climbing up the bed, my legs straddling her on either side, my dick in my hand in front of her face.

“Let me hear you touch and fondle your breasts as I jack off onto your face.”

Gwen moaned in reply, and dutifully cupped her own breasts, rubbing them heavily. Her moaning started as soft sighs, but as I stroked myself in front of her, her moans became louder, and I watched as she opened her mouth, licking her tongue at my dick, waiting for its cum.

“Mmm. That’s it. Do you want me to cum on your pretty little face?”

“Mmm hmm,” she groaned. She was panting and whimpering now, and it drove me wild. In no time at all, I was grabbing her head with my other hand, pulling her hair and pulling her closer to my cock, feeling the surge rise inside me.

I forced my dick in her mouth, and she ate it hungrily. For all her shyness on the outside, she could be a beast in bed. She gulped at my dick, and I felt her lick my cock and bite it gently as she tried to take it all inside. Her tongue was like soft velvet, and it brought me to the very edge.

Before I exploded, I pulled my cock from her mouth, slapping it gently against her face before finally jerking myself to the point of explosion. Still pulling her hair, I tossed my head back and furiously pumped the shaft of my dick until cum spurted in several hot, heavy streams onto Gwen’s pure and soft and small little face. And she screamed in delight, and her tongue struggled to lick at my dick to get the rest of the cum as it slowly oozed out the tip. When I was finally done, and my body was exhausted, I told her to swallow my dick again and clean it off like the little cum whore that she was. She moaned and ate hungrily, squeezing my butt with her hands as she did as she was told.

I staggered off of her then, and sat on the bed looking at her, taking in her young body. I felt my dick throb weakly and stir as I again fixated on her huge breasts, and started to rub it instinctively.

“Gwen, take off your pants and panties.” I breathed heavily as I spoke, and Gwen complied without even getting up from the bed.

“Now,” I continued, breathing hard still, “turn this way and look at me as you finger yourself and touch yourself. I want you to make yourself cum.”

Gwen did as I said. She turned a little on the bed so that her legs were wide open facing the closet, and she looked madoff the monster of wall street izle at me with her deep, green eyes as she licked a couple of her fingers and lowered them to her pussy lips. She was aching, and I saw her press her pussy into her hand at the first touch. Curious, I reached down between her legs, placing my hand over hers, and felt how wet she was.

“God, Gwen,” I licked my lips. “You’re soaking wet down there.”

“Unn,” she shuddered, and arched her body again as she pressed our hands into her hot mound.

“Do it. Let me hear you cum.”

Gwen quickly started to swirl her fingers over her clit and pussy lips. I withdrew my hand, instead taking hold of my dick again and watched with lust and longing as she swirled and rubbed herself with precision. Her body bucked, and her legs trembled. With her free hand, she dug into the comforter of the bed, and I watched in awe as she whimpered shakily, an orgasm rocking and quaking within her. She didn’t stop, though, and continued to rub herself intently. She came two, three more times, each time her moans and whimpers getting louder until at last she screamed out, and I watched as her pussy squirted a little bit, wet cum dripping from her fingers onto the bed.

Her body collapsed, but she still idly rubbed her pussy lips with her hand.

“Now that was a show,” I muttered.

“Mmm. I’m glad you like it.” She looked at me and smiled.

“I did. And now I get to watch it again and again.”

Gwen’s eyes went wide, and she sat up in the bed.

I climbed off of it, and walked over to the closet, opening the doors wide. There, mounted between the clothes on the rack, was a small camcorder, aimed directly at the bed.

“Shit!” Gwen screamed.

“Relax,” I said. “It’s just for me to view. I’m paying you, after all.”

Gwen seemed unsure, but I got up and walked over to my dresser, reached inside and drawer and threw another $200 dollars onto the bed. “There. Better?”

Gwen took the money, and rolled down the bed to place it in the pile with her panties, and shoes.

“Now,” I commanded. “Get on your hands and knees.”

Gwen complied without hesitation now, and she wiggled her butt a little as I climbed behind her. My cock was hard again, and I cradled it in my hand as I deftly rolled a condom on. I reached forward with my hand to find her pussy lips, and she shook and winced at the touch. She must have rubbed herself raw, but I didn’t care. Instead, I guided my penis inside of her, and grabbed hold of her sides as the hilt passed between the folds of her pussy lips.

“Oh God! What a tight little pussy.”

Gwen didn’t reply, she just started rocking against my dick. Since she seemed to be angry still, I decided to start forcing myself inside her harder, grabbing hold of her ass and ramming myself inside her with each heavy, aching thrust.

Soon she started to grunt and moan, and we both started to pant and tremble as our bodies worked in effort against each other.

We fucked furiously and fast, and more than once my dick popped out of her, and I had to shove it back inside, each time met by a long, luxurious moan from Gwen as she felt the shaft run home.

“Mmm,” I moaned. “This is the best little pussy I’ve bought.”

Gwen gasped and moaned, and I felt her squeeze her pussy around my dick. I grunted heavily, and continued to force myself inside her, shoving my dick in as deep and hard and as fast as it would go.

Finally, almost by surprise, I felt myself stop my dick inside of her, and felt it spasm weakly, emptying the cum inside it into the rubber condom around my cock head.

“Oh fuck,” I groaned weakly.

“Oh God,” Gwen cooed.

We sat like that, me joined to Gwen from behind, making a few, slow, gentle thrusts on each other until I finally pulled my dick out of her, sliding off the condom, now filled with a load of my cum.

“You’re a good lay,” I said, tossing the condom into the trash by the bed.

“Thanks,” replied Gwen, rolling over onto her side. “You aren’t going to tell anyone?”

“No. But I’m afraid you’re going to have to lower your rates. I can’t afford $500 fucks all the time.”

“Sure,” Gwen assured, climbing onto her knees and leaning to kiss me softly.

Gwen’s lips were dry, but soft and smooth. She gently slipped her tongue into my mouth, running it against my own. I reached down to cup and squeeze her breasts, and she laughed. “You really like those, don’t you?”

“Well, they’re amazing.”

She sat back, and looked down at her breasts and then up at me. “Well, do you have a digital camera as well?” She looked over at the camera in the closet, which was still recording.

“Yeah,” I replied.

“Then go get it, and take some pictures to remember this by.”

I did as she said, and in no time had about 40 pictures of her in various poses and states of undress in digital form. Finally, I shut off both the cameras, and offered to give her a ride home. Gwen nodded and agreed, and she gathered up the last of her things, including the $500 I’d paid her for our time together. She wrapped her arm around mine, and together we walked to my car for me to drive her home.

It was an expensive lay, but it was worth every penny and more.

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I looked around the apartment with a sense of pride. It was my first place, and even though it was small, it was mine. I flopped down on the couch, a hideous green floral monstrosity I had picked up for twenty bucks at a yard sale. The cushions were threadbare, and one of the legs was actually a chunk of 2×4 nailed to the frame, but it folded out into a full size bed, which was important when your living room doubled as your bedroom. I picked up the remote control and turned on the television. At least basic cable was included in the rent. I flipped through the channels, glad to see that basic cable included the history channel, and TNT.

Now, when I say my apartment was small, I’m not joking. The living room/bedroom was barely ten by ten, with a small closet that only went halfway to the floor, the bottom half was a series of three drawers. The kitchen, well I could stand in the middle and touch both walls in one direction and if I laid down, I could touch the door while my feet stuck into the living room in the other. The bathroom, however was big, at least by comparison. It had a huge claw foot tub, big enough to lay down in, two cupboards, a washer and dryer, as well as a four foot vanity, and toilet. Unfortunately it also had another door that led into the next apartment who shared it with me.

The only window in the place was in the living room, and had a wonderful view of a brick wall barely six feet away. If I stood close I could see down to the alleyway, three floors below where several cats had taken up residence. Still, it was my place, and I was looking forward to a bit of independence. College didn’t start for another three weeks, which gave me plenty of time to get acquainted with the neighborhood, and the campus. My counselor had set me up with a part time job working in maintenance, but I hoped to find another job as well.

The next week passed quickly. I managed to pick up a bookcase, and a used stereo from another yard sale, and had found a job working nights at a little restaurant a few blocks from the house. I got a phone turned on, and even stocked up on groceries. Lot’s of hot dogs, mac and cheese, and pop tarts. What the hell, if I needed variety, I could always order pizza.

I had been in the place just over a week when I finally met my neighbor. It was a mutually embarrassing moment. I had just gotten back from work. It was almost two in the morning and the boss had given me the left over stew from the daily special. I put the stew in a pan and set it on the stove adjusting the burner to low. For those of you who have never worked in a restaurant, it is a dirty job, and when you get off, the first thing you want to do is take a bath.

I stepped into the bathroom, and froze. There was a shriek of surprise, and I quickly stepped back out of the room, pulling the door closed. “Sorry.” I called out through the door. Apparently my neighbor had finally come home. At that point all I could tell was that it was definitely a she, with bright red shoulder length hair, and a loud voice. I went back to the kitchen to stare at my stew, waiting for it to heat up.

A few minutes later, I heard a knock on the bathroom door. I walked over and pulled it open. Standing in the doorway dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top was my neighbor. Her hair was wet, hanging down past her shoulders. She had pretty green eyes and lot’s of freckles. She was also tall, almost six inches taller than me, which isn’t saying much as I’m only five foot two.

“Hi, I’m Gwen.” she said, holding out her hand and smiling.

“I’m Chris.” I stammered, “And, once again, I’m sorry about that.”

“No sweat.” she said, looking past me into the apartment. “It’s my fault really. I forgot to lock the door.”

“You want to come in?” I said, stepping back to give her room to enter.

As walked in, nodding at the place. “Pretty much same as mine.” she said, walking over and glancing at the hallway that served as a kitchen. “At least you have a couch.” she said, standing beside it, her hand resting on the back.

“I was just heating up some stew.” I said, nodding toward the kitchen. “You’re welcome to join me.”

“You sure?” she said, “I mean, you don’t even know me, and well.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. Besides, it’s the least I could do to sort of apologize for, well …”

“Oh, yeah.” she said, smiling. “You needed to use the bathroom. Tell you what, I’ll keep an eye on the food, while you uhm …”

“Oh, I was going to take a quick bath. I wash dishes at Junior’s, and, well you can imagine what I get to handle.”

“Oh, go ahead.” she said. “I’ll get the food ready.”

I went into the bathroom, and started the tub. While the water was filling, I brushed my teeth, and shaved, my mind running with a wild fantasy. I had just stepped into the tub when there was a knock on the bathroom the exchange izle door. The door opened, and Gwen was standing there holding a pair of my jeans.

“I figured you would need these.” she said, stepping in and putting them on the counter. “Besides,” she giggled, “I figured you owed me a peek.”

I just sat there, unsure what to do. In turn, she just stood by the vanity, staring at me. My cock, unlike the rest of me, seemed to know exactly what to do. As it slowly started to rise out of the water, it was like she woke up.

“Oh.” she said, her face turning red. “I better go check on that stew. Don’t want it to burn.” In a flash she was out the door, pulling it closed behind her.

I hurried through my bath, all sorts of thoughts running through my head. Thoughts so vivid I had a difficult time tucking myself inside my jeans. Even after I managed to, my cock was pressing against the material creating a noticeable bulge. Finally, knowing waiting would do no good, I walked back into the apartment, keeping one hand draped over my crotch to try and hide my erection.

Gwen had just set two bowls of stew on the makeshift table, and turned as I walked in.

“I’m sorry.” she said, giggling. “I just had to do that.”

“It’s alright. I guess I had it coming.” I replied, walking over to stand on the opposite side of the table.

“Friends?” she said, holding out her hand.

“Friends.” I agreed. shaking her hand, and smiling.

As we ate, we talked about school, and discovered we were taking several of the same classes. She was excited when she learned I had a car and offered to split gas cost if she could ride with me. We talked about where we were from, and what it was like. Before we knew it, the sun was coming up.

“Oh, shit.” she said, looking at the alarm clock. “I gotta go. I have to be at the financial aide office by seven.”

“No problem.” I said, grabbing the bowls and heading to the kitchen. “I can give you a ride. I have to go to the book store anyway.”

“I’ll grab my paperwork, and be right back.” she said, rushing into the bathroom.

As I pulled up in front of the finance center, Gwen leaned over and kissed me on the cheek.

“By the way,” I said, as she climbed out of the car. “The bathroom thing. We’re not really even. You stared.”

She smiled and closed the door, before rushing up the sidewalk. I sat there for several seconds watching her.

The day seemed to drag by, and I was grateful that the restaurant was slow, and I was glad when my boss sent me home early. I walked into the apartment and was surprised to see the dishes done, and a pan of macaroni and cheese. The television was going, and as I walked into the living room, I saw Gwen sitting on the couch.

She looked up at me and smiled. “Just thought you might be hungry.” she said, looking up at me and smiling. “Besides, I don’t have a TV.” she added nodding toward my television.

“I appreciate it, but how’d you get in?” I asked, not really caring. I was actually glad to see her.

“You didn’t lock your bathroom door.” she said, standing up and switching off the television. “I’ll heat things up if you want to take a bath.” she said, walking past me and into the kitchen. “Smells like you need one.”

“Gee, nice to see you too.” I said, acting hurt.

“Oh, just take a bath. I’ll get you some food ready.” She flipped the burner on, and grabbed a package of hot dogs from the fridge.

I walked into the bathroom, feeling like I was walking on clouds. I had just slipped into the tub when the door opened. Gwen was standing there, a devilish smile on her face. She stepped in, pulling the door closed behind her. I just sat in the tub, staring at her.

“You know, ” she said, her hands grasping the edges of her top and lifting it upward. “I bet we could save money on our water bill by bathing together.”

I sat there staring as she unzipped her shorts and let them drop to the floor. She stood there several seconds, turning slightly as I stared at her.

“Well?” she said, finally, stepping to the side of the tub, and splashing the water at me.

“I, uhm, well?” I stammered, my tongue as hard as my cock.

“Does that mean I can get in?” she said, lifting one leg and resting it on the edge of the tub which gave me a clear view of her neatly trimmed pussy, the lips glistening with moisture.

She laughed as I slid sideways, making room for her to step in. She slowly lowered into the water, kneeling down facing me. She reached out and took the washcloth from my hand, and began lathering it up with soap. Her eyes were locked on mine as she slowly ran the washcloth over her breasts, leaving a trail of thin suds that slowly ran off them dropping into the water. She washed her neck and face before the family pile izle rinsing the washcloth and wiping away the suds. I sat motionless, my eyes going from her face to her breasts to her pubic area, barely visible under the water.

“Could you do my back?” she said, turning around, and sliding toward me.

Her ass brushed against my legs as she continued sliding backwards. She didn’t stop until my cock was brushing against her lower back. My hands were shaking as I lathered up the washcloth and started washing her back. She kept wiggling backward until my cock was firmly pressed between my stomach and her ass. Then she leaned back, her body pressing against mine, as her hand reached around, grabbing mine and pulling it around to her front.

“I think I missed a spot.” she said, her voice sounding almost innocent as she placed my hand directly on her breast.

“Or maybe two.” I said, reaching my other hand around to grab the other breast.

“Maybe.” she said, “But I think it might have been a bit lower.” She grasped my hand guiding it across the flatness of her belly, until my fingers brushed against her pubic hair.

“Think you can find it from there.” she said, leaning her head back against me.

“I’ll try.” I gasped, my fingers fumbling awkwardly through her pubic hair. She jumped slightly, as I finally found the spot, my finger brushing against her swollen clit, before gentle tracing a path across her opening.

“I think that’s it.” she whispered, her breathing quickening, as her hand reached down to cover mine, her fingers pressing against mine, guiding them into her. “Uh-huh. I think you got it.” she said, her hips beginning to gyrate slightly, as my fingers slowly penetrated her.

“Oh god, you got it.” she cried, her hips moving faster, water splashing out of the tub onto the floor.

Her hand squeezed mine, forcing my fingers further into her as she began humping wildly, her back slamming against my cock, then letting it spring free.

Suddenly her legs closed squeezing my hand as she pressed back against me, her whole body shaking as she came. I could fell her pussy clenching and unclenching, around my fingers, her whole body shaking in time to the contractions. Gradually she began to relax, her breathing slowed, and her legs parted slightly. She reached up to grab my head turning it towards hers. Her mouth opened, and her tongue darted out, seeking my mouth. As our mouths met, she twisted around, kneeling on top of me as her tongue invaded my mouth.

Her body pressed against mine, her breasts pressing into me, the heat burning holes into my flesh.

She broke of the kiss, pushing herself up, and staring down at me.

“Come on.” she said, the need clear in her voice as she grabbed my arm and stood up.

She stepped out of the tub, splashing more water onto the floor as she half drug me through the door and into my apartment. The hide abed was opened, the blankets pulled back. She turned and encircled my waist, her mouth seeking mine as she stepped backwards, until her legs touched the bed. Then she just fell back, pulling me with her, her legs moving up to encircle my waist as her hand reached down between us, searching, and finding my cock.

I gasped, as her hand encircled me, guiding me toward her warm wet entrance. For the briefest moment I paused, thinking about protection, but my cock brushed against her opening, parting the lips slightly and all thought of anything else was gone. I pushed forward, my cock forcing her open, sliding into her as she grabbed my ass, pulling me into her even further. Her legs raised up, locking around my waist as our pelvic bones met, my cock fully engulfed in her hot gripping glove.

Convinced I was as deep as I could go, her hands moved up my back, grasping my head and pulling my mouth to hers. She didn’t say a word, just pulled my face close, her mouth hungry for mine, her body beginning to respond to my intrusion. I could feel her nipples burning into me as her hips began undulating, moving in little circles. I tried moving my hips, but her legs had me clamped to her, I tried again, and she broke off the kiss, her hands reaching down to grab my ass, pulling me back inside her.

I wanted to pound into her as fast and hard as I could, but she held me to her, controlling my movements, keeping the thrusts slow, deliberate. Her breathing began to quicken, and her hips started moving more erratically, the strokes getting longer with each thrust until she cried out, her head thrown back, her fingers digging into my back. I felt like a cowboy trying to ride a wild horse that was doing everything in its power to throw me off. The only thing keeping me in the saddle were her legs locked firmly around my waist.

She started to relax, her legs losing the first lady izle their grip on my waist, her hips quivering, as she slowed to a stop. As I felt her grip loosen, I pulled back, withdrawing my cock until only the tip was still inside, before sliding back in, struggling to keep my movements slow and deliberate. She stared up at me, her face a mask of pure animal lust, as I slid into her again, only to pull nearly out. Her hands reached back up, grasping at my ass, pulling hard, slamming me into her, before releasing, letting me withdraw slowly, only to pull me quickly back in. My own desire was out of control, and I began slamming into her with every once of strength I could muster.

Every time our hips slammed together she let out a little gasp. It took only a few strokes and I felt my cock swelling, pulsing as our pubic bones collided. She felt it too, her eyes opening wide, as my cock spewed deep inside her, emptying my seed deep in her. Her hands traced lightly down my back, making me shiver as my cock continued to explode inside her. Gwen started grinding against me, my exploding cock lodged deep inside her. Suddenly she went completely rigid, her eyes wide, her mouth held open in the shape of an “O”.

My orgasm subsiding, I collapsed on top of her, our breathing seeming to synchronize. We lay there for several minutes, neither of us speaking, my cock slowly shrinking and slipping from her pussy. Her hands traced light circles in the middle of my back, as her breathing slowed.

“You hungry?” she asked, her fingers slowly moving up and down my back.

An image came to my mind, and without thinking, I acted on it. I started moving down her body, leaving a trail of light kisses until my mouth reached her breasts. Her nipples were hard and erect. I slipped one into my mouth, amazed by the heat I felt. I sucked on it for a few moments, swirling my tongue across the very tip, before slowly tracing a path across her chest to the other nipple. Her hands moved to my shoulders, not guiding, merely resting there. I gave her other nipple the same treatment then move down across the flatness of her stomach, stopping to invade her belly button.

By now her breathing had started to quicken, and her fingers were starting to dig into my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” she laughed, as I slowly withdrew my tongue from her belly button and moved downward, my tongue tracing a path through her pubic hair.

“Oh, god!” she cried out, as my tongue brushed across her clit. Her hands released my shoulders, moving to the back of my head, as I wrapped my lips around her clit, sucking lightly, my tongue barely brushing against it.

She spread her legs wide, holding my head, but not forcing, as I slid downward, my tongue slipping between the fold of her drenched pussy. The taste was exhilarating, the mix of our fluids serving to spur me on. My tongue slid deep into her pussy, soaking in the mixture of our sex. I flexed my tongue muscles, curling my tongue into a cylindrical shape, then rolled it backward. I unrolled, and flattened it, then did it again, smiling as Gwen began squirming, her hips thrusting frantically, her hands beginning to tighten on my head.

Her hips lifted, thrusting her pussy into my mouth, her hands holding me tightly. The spasms started suddenly, her legs closing involuntarily, as she cried out, her hands releasing my head to flail about wildly. I shifted my head slightly, shoving my tongue as far into her as it would go, at the same time, pressing my nose against her swollen clit. It was like pressing the launch button on a rocket, as she exploded, her whole body shaking and flailing wildly, as I struggled to maintain contact. Gradually her orgasm slowed, and she started to relax, as she lowered her hips. I let my tongue slip from her pussy, sliding upward across her clit, which sent her into another explosive spasm, my tongue flicking lightly across her pleasure button.

I slowly raised my head, looking up at her. My face was covered in a mixture of our fluids, as I smiled up at her. I slowly slid back up her body, my tongue leaving a wet trail across her skin. My cock, once again rock hard, slid easily into her. She smiled up at me, tears running down her face, as I slid slowly into her.

“Oh god, I’ve never.” she said, her legs slowly raising, slipping behind my legs, her strength so sapped she could raise them no farther. I moved slowly, my cock pulsing, already on the verge of exploding. She reached up, grasping my head, pulling me down, her lips parting, allowing my tongue to slide into her mouth. She held me, her arms wrapped around my back, as I slid in and out, my cock pulsing. I kept moving slowly, letting my orgasm build. I felt her cunt tightening, the muscles flexing. I shoved deep into her, feeling my cock pulse, my cum spewing forth. She gasped, feeling me cumming deep inside her. I dropped my head down, slipping into the crook of her neck, my mouth latching onto the skin, drawing her in, as the flexing of my cock pushed her over the edge, her orgasm sweeping through her one more time.

I collapsed on top of her, my body completely spent. We lay like that holding each other drifting off to sleep.

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“So, I was thinking,” Sandy said. “You really could use a tattoo.”

I swiveled back across the table and tipped my Cervesa. “Oh, shit.” I managed to grab the bottle before it emptied on the rattan table top. A little to mop up, I swabbed what I could and asked, “I’m sorry, what did you say?”

“I would like you to get a tattoo,” she replied. Her eyes were like shiny, root beer marbles watching my face for reaction. “For me,” she added.

Not really sure where this was coming from or where it was going, I stalled a little and asked her what she had in mind.

“Well,” she said. “Your body is beautiful. I don’t think you need me to say anything more about that.” She paused to grin. “And, I really truly enjoy our time together- the trips, the adventures. We have some incredible times, and we have photos- but photos fade. Electronic images get lost. I want something permanent to remind us both.”

“You want to get matching tattoos?” I said. “I’ve always thought that could be kinda fun, but couldn’t think of anything meaningful…”

“No, not matching.” she interrupted me.

I stopped and canted my head and raised an eyebrow. She went on to explain how my body was a perfect canvas for what she envisioned- and getting matching tattoos was pretty trite, akin to getting matching jogging suits. No, she wanted something uniquely for me, something she designed; Something to wear of hers.

A breeze from the Bahía de Banderas lifted her chestnut hair, and she paused to sweep it back from her face as I sipped a little of my beer. When she looked back I was squinting at her, perhaps because of the setting sun, but she read it as a bad judgment of her request, so her face turned down to the table.

There are many things I don’t know, but I was fairly sure that I was lucky to have this woman in my life and wanted to always be so. It was clear she had shared a fantasy that involved me, that required me. I had felt no compelling need in my life for body art. (Who wants to see a guy with tattoos anyway?) But this was her fantasy, one that I could fulfill for her, and THAT was an opportunity to good to waste.

“O’k, babe,” I started. “As long as it’s tasteful, I would love to wear a tatt…”

She squealed and leaped from her chair. “You are so, wonderful! This is going to be so great!” A flash of white bikini, a blur of colorful beach wrap- and in a moment she was covering me in kisses. She danced off as I stooped to pick up my fallen sunglasses. The waiter was grinning at me and with a thumbs up, said, “Hermosa mujer, hombre afortunado!”

“Si, Paco.” I said. “I am a lucky man.”

–

The barber chair in the tattoo shop was intended for comfort, but my hip was angled up to best present my thigh for the artist, so it felt a little awkward. But it was o’k. Sandy was hovering around the head of the chair distracting me, clearly excited about the process. It had been two weeks since we returned from our trip, and she had been immersed in planning my tattoo. I won’t say obsessive, but her favorite place had become sitting cross-ways in the big armchair with a drawing pad. She would sketch furiously and sometimes stop, prop her pencil in her mouth and gaze at my torso. From time to time, the pad would drop to the carpet and she would pull me into the bedroom.

Having a beautiful woman lusting for you is a powerful thing. Knowing her fantasy brought even greater intensity. I watched her mentally applying patterns to my body. With her fingers, she traced my muscles and contours for fit with her designs. She infected me with her excitement. Her fantasy was becoming mine.

There were phone calls to shops and recommendations made. After all the on-line research and initial consult with the artist, we picked a design. I was to wear a stylized Mayan calendar to commemorate our most recent adventure. Sandy, took it to another level with a bio-mechanical surround, a bit like a Terminator prop. Seemed good to me, although larger than I had expected. So, this is what put me in the chair at Aces and Eights Tattoo.

Sandy’s breasts were pressed against the back of my head and she overlooked the artist shaving my hip and thigh. She kissed my ear with a little giggle as the stencil was applied. I heard a little gasp and felt her palm flatten on my chest as the artist test triggered the tattoo gun and dipped the needle in a small cup of black ink. Sandy’s rise of empires ottoman izle breath on my cheek stopped as the artist’s needle bit into my skin and the first line was engraved on my body.

The artist continued to work on my skin very efficiently and the pain was surprisingly light. Sandy was breathing again, short breaths. We were both watching her design materialize on my leg, injected bit by bit under my skin. I was fascinated by the process and the artistry. Sandy snugged in close to my ear and whispered. “You are marked for me now, a design you can never take off. It will be with you for the rest of your life.”

I like that idea.

–

The shower head threw little needles of cold water at my face and after a moment warmed to the temperature I preferred. I rubbed my eyes with my palms and tousled my hair while the strong stream washed away the thick-headed funk from a day at the office. My regular routine at the gym in the morning gets me going for the day and a quick shower after work always does wonders to get some energy back.

The shower curtain slid open a little and there was Sandy appraising me. “Do you mind if I join you?” she asked.

“Not at all. Hop in.” I grinned.

Fifteen seconds later, Sandy slid in behind me completely naked. She grabbed a bar of soap and started rubbing across my back. She seemed pretty intent on my neck and upper back. I have been working lately on my lats and traps- and I think the results are starting to show- Her soapy hands sure felt great right at that moment. Gradually, her focus dropped to my lower back, then my side and then my tattooed flank. I shifted a little to let the water rinse the soap from my tattoo and it stood out vibrant on my skin. The inflammation was gone. The scabbing had cleared. Only the indelible design, Sandy’s work, was there to see. She traced the Mexican-mechanical work with her finger like she couldn’t believe it was still there. I turned the shower off and turned and pulled her into me. I could feel her heart beating rapidly, so I grabbed a towel from the bar; we dried quickly and headed for the bedroom.

Sandy pinned me to the bed, sitting across my belly, holding my shoulders while she dipped and teased me with her mouth. Her tits dangling and brushing my chest. I am sure she could feel my erect cock on the back of her ass, because I could feel how wet she was on my stomach. She worked way down, nibbling on my nipples, leaving little bites along the way. Soon my cock flipped up between her boobs and slapped my stomach. We both laughed a little but we instantly shifted to intense when she held my cock in her hand and licked it very slowly from the base to the tip- watching me. She closed her eyes and slid her mouth down over my cock, taking it in as far as she could, and drawing herself up again with her lips wrapped tightly around. And again, slowly, over and over.

She has that special talent. Sandy can feel the way my body moves-maybe she can feel a stirring in my balls. She can take me to the edge and not let me release. This is what she did tonight. At exactly the right moment she slid off of me and repositioned herself across my body, feeling me writhe under her. I wanted to be in her. I wanted to unload in her but was not in a position to do so. I reached out and she parted her legs. Her pussy was deliciously slippery. I could feel her hips moving, willing me to tease her clit as she ran her hands up an down my body, invariably tracing my tattoo.

After a bit, perhaps not willing to wait longer, Sandy climbed on top of me and guided my cock into her. Her hands were on my chest and she was rocking back and forth when she suddenly fixed her blazing eyes on mine.

“You know, you will be tattooed again?” she said.

“Yes.” I answered.

She arched her back and moaned as her hips rocked faster and then slowed.

“I want to cover your body in tattoos. May I do that?” she said with the last bit squeaking out in a little girl voice.

“Yes.”

She began raising and lowering her hips. I could see the full length my glistening shaft as it was momentarily exposed and then disappeared deep inside her.

“Someday soon,” she she said, breathlessly, “I want to see my milky white tits laid against your deeply colored body. You will do that for me?”

“Yes.”

She arched her back again romantic getaway izle and began bucking, her hands frantically grabbing my nipples as wave after wave of orgasms shook her core. I could feel the dampness of her hips and back as I held her and thrust myself into her. In moments, I erupted. Sandy collapsed on my chest and was still. Both of us could feel the involuntary pumping from deep inside of my body continue long after.

–

The motorcycle was running a little hot when we pulled into Mesa, Arizona. Of course it was. It was summer and air cooled engines run best with a little chill in the air. It was now 104. Sandy had been planning this trip for months and we were close to a surprise destination. All I knew for sure was I was going to be tattooed again, a special tattoo, one maybe planned for an open space on my back- one of the few ink free places on my body.

Yes, I kept my word. Over the past few years, we had developed a cadence, a routine of travel followed by an elaborate addition to my body to memorialize the trip. The lower half of my body is like a travelogue of interesting places, artfully placed and well integrated. My upper body is artwork drawn from the mind of my woman. Sandy always selected extraordinary artists so the quality of my work was superb. She selected the subject, approved the design and picked the location on my body for every tattoo. What am I saying? It has become one tattoo, one unbroken, continuous tattoo from my ankles to my neck.

It is ironic that, through all of this, my office mates have no idea I am completely tattooed. The long sleeved, dress shirt regimen of my work has allowed me to be thoroughly inked- and they have no idea. Would Maria be shocked that I have the Manneken Pis tattooed on my ass? With the Singapore Merlion juxtaposed on my other cheek? I would guess Zhang would be impressed by the terracotta soldiers on my left leg, but Chet might not appreciate the colorful Carnivale dancers encircling my right leg. My chest and stomach are richly tattooed with woodland beasts, dark, mysterious, furry, toothy. Sandy even insisted on blackening my nipples so there would be unbroken dark color in the trees. That smarted a little, but, yes, she can lay her milky white tits on me now and she seems to glow like alabaster.

Sandy hopped off the bike when we pulled into the Wheelhouse Cafe and Motor Inn, and crunched over to the office to get a room and a key. I shook off my jacket and rolled up my sleeves; first my bird arm, then my fish arm. She had really enjoyed working on all the fluid, aquatic movement that ran from the deep water creatures on my wrist to the waves breaking on my shoulder. My favorites, though, were the birds that covered my right arm, capped with a red hawk at the top. I pondered the themes I wore now, and wondered what she planned for me next.

I had just dragged the carryall from the bike to the shade when Sandy came back.

“O’k, we’re all set. Let’s get cleaned up and go grab some dinner. Our appointment is not for a couple hours.” she said.

We took quick showers and changed into clean clothes and walked over to the cafe. A little meatloaf with instant mashed potatoes, canned corn and a hard pat of butter on white bread, served on green melamac plates- sure hit the spot. A couple of ice cold beers later, we still had time to kill, so I asked her, “Tell me what you have in mind for this tattoo addition?”

“I can’t, it’s a surprise,” she said as she got that devilish little grin.

“O’k,” I said, “but you know I am running out of space. Maybe, you’re thinking of doing something with my cock and balls?”

She laughed, flashing those beautiful white teeth. “No, not on this trip, but I have considered tattooing your balls to look like apricots.” And she giggled away as she watched my pained expression.

“Surely, you mean peaches, don’t you?”

Then she got more serious and said, “Your cock and balls are fine, more than fine,… for now.” Small smile. “No, what I have planned for tonight, I have thought about for a long time. You have given your skin to me and I thoroughly enjoyed tattooing every inch of your body. You are mine forever. I want to take one more step to seal us together.”

“I’m not sure what that means, babe.” I said.

“I am going to give you something new tonight, something very special…” she said with rüyanda görürsün izle sparkling eyes and added,”and then we can check out those cock and balls of yours later.” With that, she hopped out of the booth, grabbed the check and headed for the counter. “Time to go, slim!” she hollered back at me.

About 15 minutes later, we pulled into the lot of a pretty shady looking tattoo parlor called Red Scorpion Tattoos. It had a faded, hand painted plywood sign over the door. A little bell dinged as we entered an ice-cold lobby with a cracked linoleum floor. A bearded bear of a man came ambling out of the back wiping his hands on a rag like an auto mechanic.

“Are you Collins?” asked Sandy.

“Yes, ma’am. What can I do for you?” asked the man.

“We’ve spoken so many times on the phone, I feel like I know you. I’m Sandy.” she said. Collins’ face brightened as it dawned on him that this was the woman who he had been speaking with for months planning tonight’s tattoo session. They hugged each other, like old friends, and Sandy turned to introduce me.

“Well, hell man, Welcome to Mesa!” said Collins as he shook my hand and clapped me on the back. “I am glad you’re here.

Sandy saw a little confusion in my response to Collins, so she touched my shoulder and said, “Collins here is the best realism tattoo artist in the Southwest. His work is extraordinary. Trust me, you will be pleased.”

Collins took us in the back and showed us his work area. Very professional and surprisingly large, it did not match with the front of the store at all.

“Well, you know, it keeps the goofy kids out.” he said. We all settled into chairs in his workspace and settled down for business.

Collins said, “Can you show me the art you’re considering?”

Sandy said, “Sure!” and reached into her jeans with two fingers and pulled out a folded piece of paper. She handed it to Collins, who unfolded it once, then again and then peered at it closely.

“I think this should be no problem,” said that tattooist.

He turned it around to show me. It was a pear. Just a pear with a leaf. Not a very big pear. After all the elaborate tattoos I had received, this seemed pretty lame. I turned to Sandy with a confused look to ask if that was the special tattoo she intended, but she was standing up and tugging down her jeans. Before I could speak, she had pulled down her panties a little on the side and spoke to the tattoo artist.

“This is where I want it. I think it will look good there, don’t you think?”

Collins gave a huge toothy grin and said, “Absolutely.”

Both looked at me and laughed hilariously at my astonishment.

A little while later, Collins’ needle was engraving the pear on Sandy abdomen and I was holding her hand. She was watching me and I caught her stare.

“Honey, do you understand what this means?” she asked

“I’m not sure,” I said.

She paused and said, “It means, that my body is your canvas now. I am opening another avenue for you now. If you want me tattooed with anything you pick, anywhere you choose, even till I am completely covered, I will do that for you.”

Excitement surged through me, like it had never before. I was instantly hard and could not wait to get her back to the motel. I held her face and kissed her more deeply than I had ever before. My thoughts were a whirl of possibilities and I could not keep from smiling.

“There is one more thing I want from you tonight.” she said as she climbed out of that tattooist chair. He had handed her a mirror and she was examining her new pear tattoo. “We need to get your back tattooed.”

I was in the process of objecting and she stopped me. “Take your shirt off, and sit backward in that chair.” I pulled off my shirt and sat down where she instructed. Collins whistled when he saw the extent of my body art, but said nothing more as he pulled his cart over along with his working stool. Unasked, he began preparing the blank space on my back to be tattooed. Sandy walked around to the front of me. She asked Collins,”How is this?” He nodded.

Sandy held me with her eyes, and slowly stripped. She let her jeans drop. Her shirt was pulled over her head. She unhooked her bra and let her breasts swing. Finally she turned slightly and bent at the hips as she pulled her panties to her ankles and stepped out of them. With that, she slowly turned around and faced me. Her new tattoo shining on her otherwise unmarked body. Then she put her hands on her hips and tilted her head to the side in an artist pose. It finally clicked, Sandy was to be inked full on my back, drawn from life, complete with a pear tattoo that was unique to her.

As Collin’s tattoo machine started buzzing, I realized… Yes, I am a lucky guy.

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Before he was “Hollywood Jim” in Los Angeles, he was a geeky kid with a funny nickname in the Connecticut suburbs . And before he had numerous starlets as friends, he had various girlfriends. Here then are the “Adventures of Hollywood Jim-The Early Years”
*

Things quickly changed after my night with Rose and Kelly. Rose left town to spend the remainder of the summer with relatives in her native Colombia before leaving for college in Boston. Kelly got an early admission to a college in California and headed off there. My family had long owned a summer home in New Hampshire and it had been a fixture of my life for as long as I could remember. The area was filled with antique homes of various years, all with stories to tell. So I was headed there for the remainder of my summer.

One of the biggest homes on the street was owned by the Baldwin family. Although my parents had known them for years, I knew little about the large family, whose home seemed (at least to me) on a scale with the Kennedy compound in that there were two smaller houses in addition to the huge main house and its prime lake frontage. Soon after we arrived my Dad told me of an opportunity to make some money helping to paint and clean out their barn and storage buildings. The family had decided to “clean house” of things no longer needed that could be sold, donated or trashed. The money was a good incentive but I was curious what treasures might await me.

The work was good for me. The sun shined every day and I liked the crew I worked with. They were mostly members of the family with assorted friends. Clearing out the hot barn was tough and sweaty. It was a lot of junk.

The members of the family were old, young and in between. They even had a nanny for the younger kids who seemed exotic in her looks and had a thick accent whose origin I wasn’t sure of. Jeff Baldwin, the only one close to my age explained she was from Russia and her name was Marina and she was working with one of his sisters.

“Where do you find a Russian nanny? The U.N.?” I asked

“Funny, my Aunt is a college professor and she’s one of her students.”

“Oh, that’s convenient.” I said.

As the barn worked rolled on, we hauled out box after tattered box. And everything would be examined by one of his older brothers.

I headed into one room of the barn that seemed like a makeshift library with different books scattered about. I casually looked through it and spotted some vintage Life and Sports Illustrated issues.

“Wow, this is great stuff!” I said to Jeff.

“Oh, yeah you can take that. Mom’s wanted to unload it for years.”

“Great!” I looked around for an empty box to take them home in.

On another shelf I grabbed another stack of magazines. But these were different.

“Oh my…” I muttered to myself.

I had stumbled upon someone’s collection of Playboy issues.

Jeff saw what I’d found.

“Whoa, I thought these were gone forever.” He said as he looked through the covers with me.

The issues seemed to be from the late 60’s and 70’s. My favorite era of the magazine.

Jeff and I looked at each other.

“I’ll split ’em with you, how bout that?” he said.

“OK, I know which ones I’ve got.”

“Deal.” he replied.

We heard his older brother coming so we quickly stuffed them into the box I put the other issues in. When he left, we quickly split “our winnings” as it were, hid the box in another part of the room, and went back to our work.

At close to 5 PM, Jeff’s brother called it a day and we went back into the small room to check out the issues again. Jeff thought there might be more hidden somewhere. So we hid them securely before leaving for the day.

“This is a cool little room.” I said looking around

“Yeah, my cousins used to hang out here, smoke a little pot, drink beer, play records. It was like a clubhouse long ago.”

“Man that must’ve been cool.” I knew his older brothers and cousins were 60’s kids so I could only imagine what the area had been like then.

“You said it!” he replied as he walked out “see you tomorrow.”

As I was getting my gear together, a little boy ran inside the barn and I heard what sounded like Marina’s voice calling him. He stopped as he collided with me.

“Hey kiddo, where you goin’?” I said.

He smiled in response.

“Joshua! Come here!” she said sternly.

It was the first time I’d seen her close up, she definitely had that Eastern European look about her. She had short black hair and a cute body with just enough baby fat on her.

“I’m so sorry, sir.” She said in her accented voice.

“Hey, no problem. I’ve seen him running around, you’ve got your hands full with him.”

“Yes, he is good boy.” She said in somewhat halting English.

“Oh, and you don’t have to call me sir, my name’s Jim.”

“Marina.” She said with a shy smile. “You are…working here, yes?”

“Right, with Jeff and the other guys.”

“Ah, yes…I see you with them.” She replied. “You taking, um, how you say? Mahmento?”

“Oh, this…yes” I said gesturing to yalnızım mesut bey izle the magazine box “a memento, right.”

Just as I said that, the bottom of the box fell out and its contents spilled onto the ground. Amidst the old Life issues were a couple of Playboy issue.

“Oh crap!” I thought.

Marina knelt down and helped me gather them up.

“Oh, I’ve never seen one of these.” She said as she examined one.

I looked around and hoped none of the other kids saw this, let alone their parents.

“Um, yes…it’s uh, a good issue.” I immediately wished I could crawl in a hole for saying something as dumb as that.

“They are very…pretty.” She said as she flipped through the old issue.

“Uh, yes.” I said, not sure of what to say.

Marina gave it back to me and went off to find Joshua.

“It was nice to meet you Jeem.” She said as she walked away.

“Yes, see you tomorrow.”

Over the next few days, we continued our work. Jeff and I kept an eye out for another stash of issues. Somehow, Marina kept appearing throughout the days, with and without the kids in tow. Today she had on a loose t-shirt and shorts that did little to show she might have quite a nice body underneath. I was right when later on she reappeared with several other family members as they headed out to the nearby lakefront. She’d traded her t-shirt/shorts combo for a bright red form fitting one piece swimsuit (I wonder if being from Russia, the color choice was coincidental) that really showed off her body. We seem to catch one another’s eye and she gave me a little smile and wave. I smiled and waved back.

In the midst of our work, we found an inflatable boat that looked like a relic from the D-Day landings. Jeff and the others were surprised it was still in one piece and we hauled it down to the lake to see if it was still sea-worthy. Marina was there with Jeff’s parents and assorted youngsters who were eager to see if it would work and were all overjoyed when after a little air from a bike pump it floated like it was yesterday. Marina looked very sexy as she lay on an air mattress, her nipples started to become prominent as she sat up at one point.

“Jim, you can take off if you want, we’re pretty much done for the day.” Jeff said before leaning in and saying “If I find any more issues I’ll add them to our stash.”

“Okay, thanks Jeff.” I replied.

Mrs. Baldwin told Marina she’d take the kids inside and left us alone.

I sat on the large dock and let my feet cool off in the water. Marina came over and sat next to me.

“Hi, Jim…done for the day, yes?” she said

“Yes, it’s hot in that barn.” I said

“Very nice down here, I love this whole place, so pretty.” She said looking at the lake.

“Yes, I don’t get up here as much as I used to.”

“Oh, you don’t live here?”

“No, I’m from Connecticut, my family just has a house here.”

“Ah, you are in school there?”

“No, just graduated.”

“Me too!” she said excitedly “so good to be finished.”

“What will you do now, go to college in, where is it your from again?”

“Belarus, is part of Soviet Union.” She explained. “I’ll be going to University here in the fall.”

We began to talk about our school experiences, Marina seemed to indicate she wanted to go to law school, most of the Baldwin’s were in some part of it. The more she spoke, the more her voice turned me on, with its eastern European inflections.

“Did you find any more of those magazines?” she said

“What magazines?”

“The ones with the pretty girls in them.” She replied.

“Oh! Well, I don’t think so.” I said hesitantly.

“You like those magazines?”

“Um, they’re kinda cool. Like a time capsule.”

“Oh, I see…I never thought of that. I had boyfriend who liked those too. He tried to take picture of me like that once.”

“Like what?” I asked

“With no clothes.” She said

“Oh really? He likes to live dangerously.”

“He was okay…but I would only do for special man.” She said with a smile.

“Yeah, something like that should be special.”

Marina slid back into the water and went over to the boat and climbed in, I definitely got a look at her cute ass in the process.

“Come on, this is cool boat.” She said

“Um, OK…” I said as I slid into the water too and walked over to join her.

The boat was oval shaped and in a traditional gray color that had faded with time, obviously. But there was plenty of room for 2 people. Marina sat at one end and me at the other.

“So do you have girlfriend back home?” she asked.

“Me? No, not now. A few friends but nothing serious.”

“Me too, my friends are all jealous of me.”

“Why’s that?”

“They all wonder what American boys will be like. They all want to have sex.”

My, this girl isn’t too shy!

“They think American boys are all movie stars.”

“I wonder if the guys feel the same way about American girls.”

Marina laughed

“They think they all yüzüklerin efendisi güç yüzükleri izle wear, how you say, bah-kinis!”

We both laughed now.

“I haven’t seen one yet!” she said between laughs

“Neither have I!” I said

“I like this better.” She said gesturing to her suit.

“You look fine in it.”

“Oh, thank you Jim. You are sweet guy.”

We drifted somewhat in the water, the sun still shining brightly on us.

“Can I ask you question?”

“Sure.”

“Do you fool around with girls a lot?”

I was too stunned to reply. She was a cute girl alright, but how do I handle this?

“Uh, I’ve been with a couple.”

“I like to fool around too, with boys.” She said “although girls are nice too.”

“Uh, yes they can be nice, yes.” I said hesitantly

“The girls you know, are they pretty?”

“Oh, they’re very nice.”

“They must all have big boobs. That’s what I’ve heard.”

I really didn’t know what to say at this moment, but the silences between us, the sunlight and the sight of Marina in her one-piece was really starting to turn me on, especially between my legs.

“Where’d you hear that?” I asked, still hesitantly.

“From other girls, I see pictures from your magazines.”

Another uncomfortable silence.

“Do you think I have good boobs?” she asked

Oh, I wish she hadn’t asked that!

“Y-yes, you d-d-do.”

“Would you like to see them?”

I couldn’t answer but Marina did. She looked over her shoulder and all around, then slid down the sides of her swimsuit, revealing a beautiful set of D sized breasts.

“Do you think I could be girl in magazine?” she asked as she held them.

I couldn’t say a thing, but gasp and mutter “wow”.

Marina seemed to enjoy my reaction, she silently crawled over to my side of the boat. She softly kissed my cheek, and I responded by kissing her lips.

“Something else I wondered…do American boys have big, um, things?”

“Some of us do.”

“Do you?” she asked as we kissed again.

“I don’t know, one way to find out, I guess.”

Marina smiled and felt the zipper of my shorts.

“It feels very nice.” She said with a smile. “Very hard.”

She found my zipper and slowly slid it down, easing her hand inside until she felt my dick.

“Oh yes…very nice.” She said.

My dick emerged from my pants now, and Marina was enjoying this.

“Oh Jim…you’re big.” She said as she kissed me. “Would you like bee-jay?” she said as she felt my dick grow in her hands.

I had to think for a minute what she meant, then I realized what she meant.

“Oh, uh, this might not be the best place.” I said as I looked around

“I would like to give you one…that’s what American boys want, no?”

“Uh, yes, but, uh, I don’t think this is the right place for it.”

Marina giggled, knowing she’d made me, the American, hesitate. All thanks to the superior Russian woman.

“Maybe later we fool around, as you say.”

“I’d like that.” I replied, smiling now.

We kissed now, Marina had very soft lips and her touch was very tender. Especially when she held my dick at the same time and it slid slowly through her soft hands.

“Next time, we have fun.” She said “I should go inside now.”

Marina straightened herself then climbed out of the boat and walked up towards the main house. I lay in the boat, trying to make sense of how, once again, things had changed so quickly for someone named “Hollywood Jim.”

The next day was July 4th and the Baldwin’s invited us to a big party they had every year, complete with fireworks. It was a big crowd of family and friends that gathered that evening. We all ate and drank big time, everyone slowly faded off into their own groups as the evening wore on and we awaited the fireworks. The grownups were chatting with their martinis and gin & tonics in hand, while “my crowd” had our beers. Jeff and I sneaked off to our stash in the barn and began to go through all the issues we’d found. We felt we’d hit the jackpot as far as Playboy issues go. It seemed like we’d found at least 4 years of issues, all in great shape.

“I’m gonna move these up to my room, we’ll be going home in a few days.” He said

“OK, I’ll catch up with you later.” I said as we’d planned to be part of a touch football game with his cousins.

A few minutes later I heard footsteps in the barn.

I turned, thinking Jeff was back.

“Jim? Hi, good looking.”

It was Marina.

She had on a loose white sundress and espadrille shoes, and looked very sexy.

“Hi again, you look really good.” I said.

“Aw, thank you. You are sweet guy.” She said with a smile. “Ah, I see you found your magazines. Can I look at them?”

“Uh, Okay, sure.” I said hesitantly. “Let’s go in here.” I led her into the room where Jeff and I had hidden them. I cleaned off a chair as best I could and she started to flip through them.

“Oh she is pretty girl.” She said pointing at a Playmate from 1974.

“Yes, she is.” I agreed as I sat next to her.

“Oh, you think she is? She has smaller boobs than me.”

“Uh, yes, but…um…you’re here and she’s there.” I said as I pointed to the photo.

“I think you like girls with big boobs, no?”

I was so nervous at this moment, I wanted to scream out that I was so turned on by the magazines and her attitude towards them and wanted to jerk off right there.

“You do! I can see by your face you are.” She said with a giggle “I think they are very pretty too, you know.”

I was too speechless to reply.

Marina continued to look at the issues, I think she was trying to get some kind of reaction out of me, and it was working. She came upon another Playmate, this time a stunning blonde.

“Ah, the blonde girls…another pretty one, no?” she said nonchalantly “She has very pretty…how you say?” she said as she pointed to the girls 70’s style pussy.

“Say?”

“What do you Americans call that?”

“Um…p-p-pussy.” I said, feeling so ashamed

“Yes, that’s it. Hers is very pretty…but mine is better.” She said looking at me.

We stared at each other. I finally got my courage up and leaned in to kiss her. She didn’t resist at all and returned my kiss with one of her own

“That was nice, Jim. Was that for what we did yesterday?”

“I guess so.” I said

“It was nice…I want to kiss some more.”

We kissed with more feeling now, my hand grasped her face and our lips moved around and I felt her tongue pierce my lips. When our lips parted, she was smiling widely, I was too.

“You are good kisser.” She said

“So are you, it felt really nice.”

“Kiss me again, Mister Jim.” She said with a giggle.

“Gladly, Miss Marina.”

Our kisses quickly grew more passionate, and I knew I should do something. I reached out and softly grasped her breast. She didn’t resist at all to my touch. When our lips parted again, we stared at one another.

“Yes, please touch me, Jim.” She whispered. “Touch me there, it feels nice.”

I continued to touch and feel her breasts, wow, did they feel nice!

Marina was smiling the more I touched and felt her breasts, we were both breathing very heavily now. Just then we heard one of the adults calling Marina.

“Yes! I’ll be right there!” she said as she quickly reassembled herself.

“Later, yes?” she said

“Right!” I said

We quickly kissed again and she trotted off and out of the barn. I heard her telling someone she was curious how the work inside was proceeding. I had to take a few deep breaths to get myself reassembled before rejoining the party.

It was close to 9 now and everyone had made their way to the lakeside for the fireworks that were shot off from a boat on the lake by Jeff’s older brothers. The town would usually do their own fireworks around the same time so it was a nice bonus for everyone. Amidst all the booms and bangs, “oohs” and “ahhs” I felt Marina standing close to me.

“We can go up to my room.” She whispered in my ear, just loud enough to hear.

I turned to her and she had a look of naughtiness on her face.

I thought for a minute, then nodded and we slowly split from the others and headed towards the main house. We crept in the kitchen entrance and up the back stairs that led to the bedrooms. Marina’s room was fairly small, but comfortable. The walls were off-white and the single bed looked like an antique brass type. Big windows looked out on the lake and we could still hear the fireworks outside. But that was nothing compared to the fireworks inside.

Marina closed and locked her door and we started to kiss again.

“Jim…” she said between kisses “…I want to get naked.”

“Me too.” I said

Marina immediately pulled her dress up and over her head, showing her gorgeous tits to me. She had on simple white panties and those were soon gone as well. She had a beautiful black haired pussy, very sexy. I had my underwear off now and we now gave one another the once-over.

“Oh Jim…very handsome boy.” She said

“You’re beautiful too.” I said in a slightly hushed voice.

“Look like Playboy girl?” she said as she struck a models’ pose, making her giggle.

“Very much so!” I replied with a laugh of my own.

Marina now got close to me and she felt my dick as we kissed, long and sexy.

“Oh, Jim…you have nice cock…very nice cock.” She said in a sexy whisper.

“Thank you…you feel so nice.”

“You feel nice too…let’s lie on the bed.” She said and we lay on her small single bed. We were very close to one another, obviously, and her body smelled so nice, like flowers and lace. I wanted her tits so bad now. I went for them and began to kiss and suck them, making Marina moan with pleasure, they tasted so good. She had such a beautiful scent about her too. She softly caressed my head as I sucked her.

“Oh yessss…so wonderful…” she sighed.

My dick was so hard now, I didn’t know if I wanted to fuck her now, everything was moving so fast.

“Jim…please…want to suck your cock.” She said

“Okay.” I said as we traded places, I lay back and Marina sat up and looked at my dick.

“Oh…very, very nice!” she said with a lusty smile “I hope I do good.”

“It’s okay, you don’t have to if you don’t want to.”

“I want to…make my friends very jealous.”

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This story is set a couple of years into the future, the pandemic has passed, a vaccine is widely available. The isolation, suffering and hardships that many endured has largely become a thing of the past for the vast majority of people. Life has returned pretty much to normal for most, but for some, the scars will take longer to heal, if they ever heal at all.

This story is dedicated to the real Tracy (and others like her) and the real loss she and many others throughout the world suffered. My dearest hope is that she finds happiness, maybe not in the way of this story, but in some way.

Julie (Nov 2020)

******

Rebecca Carson sat in her office and discretely but carefully studied the woman sitting quietly in the chair in front of her. As a professional therapist, she noticed everything about her from the way she wouldn’t maintain eye contact, the resigned sadness that filled her voice and the twisting of the end of the chiffon scarf that decorated her neck. Her full figure was neither accentuated nor concealed under the smart tailored jacket and skirt she wore, with a white formal buttoned-up blouse under it showing a hint of full breasts, but nothing more than a hint. She was well presented and dressed smartly though not flamboyantly; she had a cute round face that was framed by a neck length bob of straight blonde hair, but the thing that struck Rebecca in the pit of her stomach was the accent. That West Country twang, when coupled with the looks, bought back bittersweet memories of her Joanne, so much so that Rebecca could feel a moistening in her panties.

“… and my friend Lisa bought me four sessions as a Birthday gift to see if it could help lift me out of my depression.”

The words her new patient was saying snapped Rebecca out of her daydream and she quickly bought her thoughts into focus.

“Let me explain how it works,” smiled Rebecca reassuringly, “my work falls into two distinct parts, Psychoanalysis and Psychotherapy.” Seeing the look of confusion crossed with concern on Tracy’s face, Rebecca laughed softly, “First we establish what is troubling you and then second we see what we can do to stop it troubling you.”

“I record all our sessions,” said Rebecca though Tracy could see no evidence of any recording devices, “so why don’t we start by you telling me what you feel is troubling you.”

Tracy looked at the woman in front of her and felt herself relax for the first time in ages as she was soothed by her reassuring tone. She would have put her at slightly older than herself and had the relaxed poise of someone full of self-confidence. Her blonde hair seemed to fall so naturally, tumbling in curls to her shoulders and she had a faint trace of something in her accent that she couldn’t quite place but almost sounded American or Canadian. Her eyes were open and sparling a bright blue that seemed to scream ‘it’s OK to trust me.’ When she had greeted her at the door she had stood a few inches taller and her slender frame seemed to bend like a willow in the wind as she moved gracefully to the comfortable sitting area away from the desk.

Tracy found herself talking about her ex-husband Stuart and how he was snatched from her at the start of the pandemic in the early part of 2020. She found herself talking about their life together, the fun they had walking and holidaying, the plans they had for the future that all changed in a few short cold days of March. Since then, life had been without meaning for her, like eating a meal that had no seasoning, no taste, just bland.

Rebecca studied Tracy as she talked and the thing that struck her the most was the complete lack of emotion in her voice. No anger, no sadness, just the dull monotone resigned tone of someone who has lost the joy of living.

“Do you have children?” Rebecca asked as this was a key question for an emotive response.

“One daughter, Lucy, but she left home after the pandemic ended, guess she couldn’t stand living in the place where her Father lived and being reminded of him.”

Tracy had not told the whole truth as in fact her daughter had left home with a lot of anger on the first anniversary of Stuart’s death screaming at her, “For fuck’s sake mother show some emotion, Dad is dead, scream, cry, break things just show some emotion. It’s like living in a morgue.”

Then her daughter shouted the words that burned into Tracy’s soul, “Just go out and get yourself laid, at least prove to yourself that you are still alive, it’s what Dad would have wanted.”

The next day Lucy moved out announcing she was going to live with a friend and since then, they had spoken on odd occasions on the phone but their relationship was strained, with neither wanting to bring back up memories of that day. Lucy was steadfast that until her mother was prepared to move on she didn’t want to be reminded and have salt rubbed into the raw wound every time she felt the loss of her atakent escort father was starting to heal. Tracy knew she should try to change but she lacked the drive and purpose to change and instead carried on doing the same things as she always did.

Rebecca saw Tracy grip two of her fingers together in the palm of her other hand and knew she had found her ‘tell.’ This skill was often used by card players to see when another player was bluffing but Rebecca had found detecting the ‘tell’ useful when determining if a patient was hiding something.

“So your relationship with your daughter is good then?” Rebecca said, noting again the tightening of fingers as Tracy mumbled about it being great.

“How was your relationship with your husband before his passing?” Rebecca always used a vague manner when asking this question to allow the patient to take it where ever they felt most comfortable with, sometimes with surprising results.

“It was great,” Tracy said, “we shared everything and there were no secrets between us,” then with a nervous laugh Tracy went on, “I even told him about the woman forcing herself on me when we both students at university.”

Rebecca kept her face impassive but again the finger squeezing showing she was hiding some emotion that seemed to be linked to the way she had phrased the university incident and that seemed to be the trigger to her concealment.

Deciding to leave things alone for the moment Rebecca asked an innocuous question about what Tracy did to occupy her day and listened to her responses as she visibly relaxed onto safer ground. The rest of the session went pretty much without incident until right towards the end after they had agreed on the date of the next session. As Tracy turned as she was leaving and shook Rebecca’s hand, she gave a shy smile and said softly, “Thank you for your help Rebecca I really feel like this has helped.” It wasn’t the words that tore Rebecca’s heart apart but the shy smile that mirrored exactly how her Joanne would sometimes look when she was thanking her for some small thing.

After closing the door behind Tracy, Rebecca allowed her mask to slip and the pain and grief were etched across her face as a tear trickled down both cheeks. Rebecca knew that tonight would be a trip to the “Pink Ladies” club to scourge her soul as she felt the pain of loss mixed with the guilt.

*****

Six hours later Rebecca sat in the back of the cab that sped through the already silent streets, it was late enough that the workers had hurried home for the evening meals but not yet early enough for the drinkers to come piling out of the pubs so bringing the streets to life.

Rebecca closed her eyes and transported herself back nearly 11 years to that fateful day when she had been caressing her lover’s breasts after hours of lovemaking and by accident found the lump. Their lovemaking had been very energetic that night until that point as Rebecca had been away for a few days on a conference and as Joanne kept telling her, “she had missed her touch with only her toy to keep her company so needed to make up for the lost time.” Rebecca had put an extra effort in, much of it from guilt as the night before she had seduced a young delegate who before that moment was a 100% straight. That night Rebecca had bought the young girl to the heights of sexual ecstasy she had never experienced with the tongue and fingers of any male and sent her away knowing her boyfriend would not be able to satisfy those needs.

Rebecca knew that she had to tell Joanne the truth, they had been together for 6 years and always agreed there should never be any secrets between them. Joanne had been married when Rebecca prised her away from her husband, carrying on a torrid affair in secret until one day it became too much and Joanne left her husband to be in Rebecca’s bed. Since that day Joanne had never looked at another man, nor woman for that matter. Rebecca was the same as they had agreed that although not married, they would forsake all others and made a solemn vow that they would always tell the other the truth.

The lump changed that as what started as a playful caress became a moment of more concern and everything else faded from view. Rebecca remembered quite clearly sitting in the plain room gripping Joanne’s hand as the Doctor tried to explain Joanne’s condition and the possible treatments but all Rebecca kept hearing over and over was the word cancer.

Time passed so quickly as Joanne moved from her healthy vibrant self to losing her hair as the chemotherapy treatments ravaged her body and sapped her health and vitality. Rebecca felt the tears slide on her cheeks as she remembered how tiny Joanne had felt in her arms when she breathed her final breath and slipped away just a few short weeks after that fateful caress when she had found the lump.

Even as she had stood over Joanne’s ataköy escort grave and the last of the mourners had gone giving her the few moments alone she had asked for; Rebecca couldn’t find the courage to tell Joanne’s departed soul about her fling, how she blamed herself and she should be punished for her sin. From that day onwards whilst outwardly Rebecca appeared normal to observers, on the inside, she would often berate herself telling herself she should suffer because she was evil.

Rebeccas was jolted from her memories by the taxi pulling to a halt and the driver, and older grey-haired man, turning to her as the pink neon sign saying ‘Pink Ladies’ intermittently illuminated the inside of the cab.

“We’re here love but are you sure you want to go into a place like this, it gets pretty rough so I have heard and you seem like a nice lady.”

A year or so later Rebecca had wandered into the bar by accident, which despite its fluffy sounding name was in fact a bar frequented by some of the roughest butch dykes in the neighbourhood. She had left two hours later aching from head to foot as she had been pulled, mauled, pinched, and slapped but had obtained a sexual release for the first time since Joanne had passed.

“I will be fine,” Joanne said grimly as she handed over a twenty-pound note, “and keep the change.”

The grill in the door opened and a pair of eyes stared at her for a moment before it slid shut and the door opened.

“It’s you again,” said the bouncer smiling at Rebecca with eyes that were devouring her body, “it’s been a while… you still meat?”

Rebecca nodded as she remembered the first time she had been asked the very same question as to whether she was meat or hunter. The former being the women who went there to be picked up and used as the other saw fit and the latter the more dominant of the couple, the ones who relished in causing pain. Rebecca had found out later that she could have replied with ‘just shopping’ which would have left her free to wander but instead had answered ‘meat’ and that word had changed her life.

As Rebecca opened her own coat to be checked she had to suppress a giggle as the tee-shirt the female bouncer wore almost seemed to be sprayed on and a picture popped into Rebecca’s head of a female hulk with her breasts springing free like two enormous melons as the tee-shirt ripped open.

“Still gotta check,” said the woman as she ran her hand up the inside of Rebecca’s thighs towards her groin. Rebecca had made sure that this time she had gone without panties as always when visiting the club as opposed to the first time when they had been torn from her body with the gruff, “meat don’t need covering.”

As the woman’s hand encountered her naked pussy, instead of moving away, she caressed it as she stepped very close to Rebecca, so close that Rebecca could smell the pungent garlic on her breath.

“Leyla is in tonight and she will be glad to see you.”

Before Rebecca could reply the woman jabbed two of her fingers hard and deep into Rebecca’s pussy causing her to winch at the brutal invasion, then the woman pushed the fingers deeper drawing a groan of pleasure and pain from Rebecca as she lifted Rebecca onto her tiptoes.

“Good to see this cunt is still wet and willing,” she laughed before pulling her fingers out and sucking them into her mouth.

Rebecca made her way into the dingy interior and moved towards the bar to order a drink. At the tables sat the hunters with their uniform of cropped hair, jeans and boots while the ‘meat’ stood at the bar or sat on barstools waiting to be invited to a table. As Rebecca glanced around the dingy interior she could see that some pairing off had taken place. At one table a young girl was being openly fingered by her partner who was drinking beer from a bottle as she chatted to another dyke sitting at the table. not paying any attention to the woman writhing on her fingers.

As she squeezed past the small tables one of the cropped hair women sitting at them would lean out and grope at her making lewd offers but before she got to the bar a Demin clad leg blocked her path as a booted foot was placed on the seat opposite forcing her to stop.

“I’m Leyla,” said the woman without even looking up, “you must be the meat I just got a text about with the sweet-tasting cunt.”

Rebecca stopped and stood silently as the woman appraised her body, making tutting sounds and then sucking her teeth like she was inspecting an animal to be bought at a market.

“Seems a bit skinny to me, I do like ’em with a bit of meat on their bones and a nice bit of padding when I am banging away with ‘old faithful’ here.”

The woman smiled lewdly as she slapped the bulge in her jeans, like so many of the bull dykes at the club they were already wearing their fem-cock.

“Best we inspect the goods.”

Before atalar escort Rebecca could respond the women stood and with a swift movement of her powerful arms, ripped open Rebecca’s blouse sending buttons spinning across the room. Rebecca’s breasts were unfettered by a bra, though they were of a size that hardly needed extra support, and instead of objecting she shivered and waited for the next move. Leyla ran her finger over and around each nipple in turn then like a striking snake took one between her finger and thumb, twisting viciously causing Rebecca to make an audible wince as Leyla increased the pressure and rotation.

Leaning forward she whispered harshly, “So meat have you come here to be fucked like the dirty little whore you are, the posh bitch that craves a bit of rough?” Rebecca just nodded as Leyla went on, “Well, dance for me slut, show Momma what you’ve got.”

Rebbecca started to rotate her hips under Leyla’s steely gaze, her blouse flapping as she gyrated gently to the rock music that was pounding through the bar.

“What the fuck is that?” snarled Leyla, “Seen corpses dance better, now lose the skirt and dance like the whore you are or fuck off and leave me alone.”

Tears of shame stung Rebecca’s eyes as she unzipped her skirt and let it fall to the floor, over and over in her head she kept telling herself that this is what she deserved for being such a bad person. Rebecca closed her eyes and tried to shut out the catcalls from the other dykes as she started to grind her hips towards Leyla and she knew that others had moved to the table as she felt a variety of different hands touching her body and pawing at her flesh.

A painful slap on her ass stopped her dead still as Leyla said cruelly, “time for the slut to do the palm dance.”

Rebecca knew exactly what this meant and opened her eyes to see Leyla sitting with her elbow on her knee and her forearm held out horizontally, her palm facing upwards with her second and third finger at 90 degrees pointing up to the ceiling. Rebbeca shuffled forward and to the jeers and shouts of encouragement from the other women. straddled Leyla’s hand before lowering herself towards the two upturned fingers. Glancing down Rebecca could see the unkempt fingernails and then altering her gaze saw the cruel look of encouragement plastered across Leyla’s grinning face, as she lowered herself fully onto the fingers, feeling them slide into her body which was greeted with a triumphant roar from Leyla.

“Fucking slut is as wet as an otter’s snatch.”

Rebecca knew what she said was true as this humiliation was now the only way she could get off as she had convinced herself that she deserved all the pain and humiliation in the world. As she started to bounce slowly on the fingers other hands were mauling and twisting her nipples and one even managed to grasp and twist her clit cruelly. Leyla sat unmoving as she maintained her stare with Rebecca, contempt etched across her face as Rebecca started to grind onto the hand faster and deeper until with a guttural groan came onto Leyla’s hand, filling her palm with her juices. Leyla stood and almost tore her fingers out of Rebecca’s pussy and instead of licking her palm or even offering it to Rebecca to lick, she smeared it across Rebecca’s face contemptuously.

“Time for this one to pull a train,” Leyla said as she fished her strapon out of her jeans and pushed Rebecca face down over a table sending bottles and glasses flying.

For the next hour, the women took turns in violating Rebecca in every way they knew how. Not content in using her pussy, some penetrated her ass and from time to time a plastic cock was shoved so hard at her face if she hadn’t opened her mouth surely her teeth would have been broken. She could taste her own juices on some of the plastic fem cock and on other occasions the musty taste of her own penetrated ass. After they had finished and grown bored they moved away, standing at the bar, ignoring her like she was a piece of trash or a broken toy they no longer wanted.

Rebecca stood on the kerb waiting for her taxi as she pulled her coat even tighter around herself to hide her near nakedness underneath. Her blouse was torn beyond repair and her skirt had been kicked to some dark corner of the bar, only fit to be used as a cleaners rag. The black cab pulled to a halt and it was the same driver as the one that had dropped her off but one look told at Rebecca’s face told him to say nothing. From time to time he glanced in his rearview mirror at the woman weeping quietly in his back seat and wondered what made people go to places like that to be treated in that way.

Rebbecca didn’t bother wiping the tears from her face as she knew she would now doubt look a total mess anyway, like a demented panda caught in the rain. The tears that poured down her mascara stained cheeks were not just tears of attrition but also of shame as while she had been brutally fucked she had orgasmed at least six times much to the delight of her tormentors. Swearing to herself, as she always did, that she would never go there again and would try to forgive herself, she knew deep down that it would not happen and she would return to be used and abused as her body and soul craved.

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