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I woke Early Monday, wondering if I should wear Miss Hallingsworth’s nylons too class. I decided that I would; eager to show her my devotion, I got dressed and left a full hour before my usual time. I knocked on the classroom door two hours before my first class would start. “Miss Hallingsworth, it’s me Dean, are you here?”

“Yes, just a moment,” I waited hearing movement coming from the room, “Are you alone Dean?”

“Yes Miss Hallingsworth, I’m alone.”

“Good, come in Dean,”

Entering, I saw her sitting in her chair wearing a short sleeveless nylon catsuit that flawlessly matched her skin tone.

“I’m glad you came in so early Dean, I was just grading the essays from last week’s reading,” She ran a hand down her body, inhaling deeply, I liked what that did to her chest, “I’m ready for a brake though. How about a foot-rub?”

“M… Miss Hallingsworth…” I stuttered.

“Dean, now. Come here, don’t you want to rub me?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

“Address me as, Miss Hallingsworth Dean. I use your name; it’s only fair that you use mine.”

I nodded, bent now to the task of rubbing her left foot.

“Mmm, that’s good. Do you have a Girlfriend Dean?”

“Well…”

“I don’t count. This has only just begun.”

“Oh… well… no then.”

“That’s good. I may have a surprise for you later. Switch feet now Dean. Mmm, good boy.”

“Thank you, ma… Miss Hallingsworth.”

“You’re welcome Dean; you’re very good at this. Have you ever fantasized touching my feet before, Dean?”

“Yes, almost every day I do. You’re the first person who’s feet I have had fantasies about though. They just seem so clean and sexy.”

“They smell good too, I’ll bet.”

“Yes.”

She began to moan, “And how did they taste yesterday?”

“Sweet, like fruit.”

“Mmm, taste them now.” She commanded.

I did as I was told lifting her nylon covered foot to my mouth (she tasted like cherry today), then I reached down my pants to touch myself, “They taste like cherry, Miss Hallingsworth.”

“I went jogging this morning; just for you. So you could taste me, then I covered them in my eatable cherry to keep them smelling nice and clean.”

I pulled back, she had just told me her feet were dirty.

“I didn’t say stop, and I defiantly didn’t tell you to touch yourself. Stop that now.” She pressed both sets of pretty little toes to my mouth, “Also, From now on if you feel the need to touch yourself, you had better ask for permission. Now open your mouth, don’t you want to lick my fruity, sweaty toes foe me?”

I did as she said, only belatedly realizing that I no longer cared that they were dirty, in fact she had said that she had done it just for me I should feel special. I raised my right hand.

“Yes Dean?”

“Can I…”

“May you,” she corrected.

“May I touch myself Miss Hallingsworth?”

“Yes, but only lightly I don; want you Cumming any time soon, Understand?”

“Yes Miss Hallingsworth, thank you,” I said before Ataşehir Escort resuming my work on her nylon covered feet.

Just then the breakfast bell rang.

“We only have a half hour before class starts, stand up,” She said, raising her foot so I’d have to follow to continue, “You can stop now.”

“Do I have to?”

She pulled her foot away with a womanly giggle, “Yes for now. I want something else right at the moment,” she then reached forward to grab and undo my pants.

Miss Hallingsworth looked up at me, her blue eyes piercing, “My pantyhose? You must want to be my little bitch, Don’t you,”

I nodded, breathing harder in anticipation of what she might do.

She slipped her slender hand (fingernails painted white) against my shaft, gently grasped the material and sharply tore a hole down the front freeing my cock. Sliding her hand back in, to cradle my balls in her hand. She gripped them lightly, but firmly.

I gasped at the sudden pressure, and then gasped again when she squeezed and pulled me closer.

“Oh Dean, I’m so sorry, did that hurt?” she asked, “Yes? Then let me make it up to you.” With that, she placed her hot, wet mouth over the head of my cock, then she squeezed again.

“Oh god!” I closed my eyes and flung my head back in a confusion of pleasure and pain, each sensation sharpening the other.

“Mmm, Dean look at me,” I did as she said and watched as she took me in, sliding down to the base.

“Holy… Dear… Oh, augh, oh my God!” I sputtered, Cumming the largest load I had to date, even as she slid back to catch it in her eager mouth.

With a shudder I finished only to have her tug down on my sac forcing me to kneel. Placing a foot on my chest she shoved me back to the floor, and was on top of me only a moment later kissing me spitting my cum back into my mouth.

“Swallow it.” She ordered holding my mouth shut when she pulled back.

I didn’t want to the very concept repulsed my. I wanted to open my mouth and spit, but when she said it was for her I didn’t hesitate. I didn’t do it for love, I didn’t really love her and I knew it. I did however want to please her; I was completely devoted to her.

“Good boy!” she praised me with delight, and then she spat the small amount of cum she hadn’t deposited in my mouth, onto my face. “Now you’re mine. You only get to cum if I say so.”

“I understand Miss Hallingsworth.”

“Good, sometime later today I will send you a message, go along with it. Now, you should head too first period, the first bell rang while you were Cumming.”

***

First period went by in a haze of afterglow; it wasn’t until just after second period that I regained clarity.

“Hay Dean.” Kira said. Kira or Kiki, as she likes to be called, is my best friend.

“Yeah, what’s up Kira,” I preferred her real name. It suited her, she was about five seven, she had red hair so dark as to be almost brown, and breasts in the Ds. She was not a twig thin girl, she did not in fact idealize models or there tapeworm induced, state of stardom. She had curves and was Bostancı Escort confident and proud of it.

“Nothing you just seem kind of… spacey. Is something up?”

“Also,” Sonia (another good friend, and Kira’s girlfriend) added in, “What’s that on your face?” Sonia, beautiful as well is a sexy Latina, with raven black hair, a thin waste, large breasts and an ass to match.

“Hu?” I said wittily. Shit I forgot to wash off the cum. “Oh, that’s just cinnamon roll frosting.”

“Really?” Kira whispered, “Cuz that looks like dried cum.”

“Does this mean you’re gay now? Cuz that would be a shame, I’ve always wanted a piece of you.”

“Sonia!”

“Oh stop Kiki you do to; you told me so Last week,”

“You’re not supposed to tell him though!”

Sonia rolled her eyes and asked me, “Well are you?”

I was bright red and sputtering, “No, I mean, I… It’s just dried frosting like I Said.”

Then Kira leaned in and licked a spot on my face and promptly declared, “It’s cum for sure.”

“Okay, okay it’s cum…”

“So you are gay?” Sonia interrupted with a pout.

“I’m not gay…”

Kira this time, “It’s alright if you are I mean, this just means it’s okay to change in front of you now.”

“I’m… hold on a sec…”

“Not gay!” they said in unison.

“Is it still okay to change in front of me?”

“Don’t be silly. That still leaves the cum though,” Kira stated, “Oh! Are you Bi!”

“That would be even better, I’ve got this cousin and I’ve always wanted to see…” Sonia began.

“Not that either!” exasperation filled my voice as I cut her off desperately trying to end that line of conversation, and then told them about my time with Miss Hallingsworth.

“That’s so crazy,” Sonia said.

“Holy shit! I mean really that’s all I can say. I have her for third P, how am I supposed to learn now? I always thought she was hot but now, I’m getting that special tingle just thinking about her.” She reached down in to her pants, pulled her hand out, then after examining her glistening finger wiped it across Sonia’s lips, “I’m so fucking wet right now.”

“Speaking of wet,” Sonia licked her lips and swatted Kira on the ass, “I have swim class next, see ya later babe, see ya Dean. Oh and I really think we should all talk about a date between the three of us… and maybe that cousin.

Kira nodded, biting her bottom lip, “I agree, see ya at lunch Dean.”

***

Kira’s POV

I was glad to be wearing a skirt today, walking in to Miss Hallingsworth’s class; I was so horny that the ass of my little pink panties were starting to soak. Only when I walked in nobody was there except Miss Hallingsworth, “Where is everybody Miss H?”

“Hmm? Oh, there at the library, which you would know if you weren’t late. Take your seat Kira and work on some homework they won’t be back until the end of class.”

I did, mostly as I was told, taking a seat near the back of class so that my legs were out of direct sight. Then I pulled out a book and slipped my phone in front of it to start reading a steamy Kadıköy Escort story by one of my favorite authors, soon though I put the phone down in favor of my imagination. I just couldn’t help thinking about Dean and Miss Hallingsworth. I Pulled my wet panties aside and slid one finger, discreetly in to myself. Arching my back slightly I had to stifle a moan.

I was staring at her now, imagining her taking control, forcing me to do things. I was so wrapped in my fantasies as I grew ever closer to orgasm, that I didn’t notice at first when Miss Hallingsworth took notice of me.

“So, Miss Kira, who might those fingers be?”

“Holy shit!” I said in a totally dignified manner, totally.

“Well?” Miss Hallingsworth traced a slender finger up, “Who are they?”

Ever the horny teen I said, “A few people but most recently you.”

“Really? How flattering,” Her hand reached my kitty and I made sound like a fainting preteen girl who just met Justin Beaver (inoculate!), “Aren’t…

“Touch me you goddess,” I blurted.

Then I moan/squeaked in pain as she slapped my exposed box.

“I was talking Kira, respect that or future punishments will be less pleasurable, Understand?”

I nodded.

“Better,” She stroked me slowly from my hole to my clit, “Aren’t you a close friend of Dean?”

“Yeah,” I barely managed as I melted.

“Good, I have a message for you to give him when you see him at lunch, but we’ll worry about that later, for now,” she straitened and lifted her long knee length skirt, to reveal her pretty nylon clad honey pot.

I dove in.

“Oh! Who knew you were such a teacher’s pet Kira.”

“I’ll be your pet Miss…”

“Don’t talk,” she grabbed my dark crimson hair to shove my face into her pussy, “God that’s good.”

“Mmmhmm, I purred into her hot little bell,”

“Hold on,” she said, lifting a leg up on to my desk and started grinding my face, “Stick your tongue out.”

I did as I was told, I love giving oral for two reasons, one my tongue is super long and two because I can basically make it do the wave. One thing Dean didn’t notice about Miss Hallingsworth’s nylons is that that there were two small openings between her legs, one for each hole.

“Christ almighty! You have a long fucking tongue, press toward my front. Oh yes,” she moaned, “that’s the spot!”

My tongue is two and a half inches long, and I had all of it berried in her twaught. Then she pulled away and told me to lie on the floor with my eyes closed. Again I did as I was told. A moment later she was pressed to my face and I went right back to work, only for some reason she tasted like cherries. It took a minute of searching before I decided to open my eyes only to find that I was working on her ass hole.

“Put that beautiful tongue in there, nice and deep Kira, if you do I’ sure you’ll have an A on the Novel response from our last class read.”

I, being no stranger to starfish, buried my slick tongue deep. Plus I hadn’t written that response and an A would look real nice on her final grades.

With a moan she started petting her kitty right before she bent down to eat me out. I had to crane my neck and cling to her ass just to keep my tongue in her hole.

Not long after that we orgasmed together in a chorus of muffled whimpered and moans

“So, Miss Hallingsworth, about that message.”

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Sheila and I met sophomore year of college in the student union building. The minute I saw her I was mesmerized by her. She was the complete package physically. At 5’6″ tall and about 115 pounds she was lean but still had very nice size C cup tits. It was obvious that she worked out as well because she had that juicy yet tight ass that only fitness girls have. Her skin was lightly tanned but she had reddish hair that you’d find on a pale Irish girl.

She must have liked what she saw in me too because when she caught me staring at her a huge smile came across her face and she didn’t break eye contact. We talked that day for 3 1/2 hours and pretty much started dating right away.

Before too long I confessed to Sheila that I was a virgin. It’s not that I didn’t have girlfriends through high school and freshmen year of college, it’s just that my focus was always on my academics. I come from a very successful family and I wanted to make sure that I was ready to take over the business when my time came. She was actually happy that she’d be my first but we decided to wait until marriage until we consummated the relationship.

We got married between junior and senior year and moved into an apartment near campus. Life was great! We had very passionate sex almost every night it seemed and were as happy as any couple you’d meet. When Sheila finished her bachelors degree she started working for a friend of my father’s that owned a business in our college town and I continued on to get my masters degree.

That was 7 years ago and we’ve lived a charmed life since. We’ve had 3 kids, Sheila’s body is as tight and sexy as ever, I’ve taken over the family business, we live in a big beautiful house, and still have great sex. But something was about to change.

Now I knew that Sheila wasn’t a virgin when we met. She was up front from the time I told her that I was that she had been somewhat wild before we met. I never asked what that meant and she never wanted to share the details. Perfect!

One day when the kids were gone with my mother, Sheila walked over to me while I sat on the couch with a horny look in her eyes. She didn’t say a word as she got on her knees between my legs and unzipped my pants and pulled my cock out. She started licking and sucking my quickly hardening dick.

Sheila had always been very giving in the oral sex department. Hell, she was on her knees in her wedding dress giving me head in an empty room at the reception hall. She’s even gets orgasms just from sucking me off. And obviously I have loved the many blow jobs I’ve gotten over the years and thankfully her desire has never waned.

So as I sat back on the couch getting a fabulous suck job I was talking dirty like we normally do. Just simple “that’s it baby” and “who’s my cock sucker?” and giving instructions on what I want.

Then to my surprise Sheila pulls my cock out of her mouth and looks at it and says, “Of all the cocks I’ve sucked baby yours is the most perfect of all!” And she went right back to sucking me.

Of all the little dirty talk we’ve had over these years not once has Sheila mentioned any other cocks. Not once. So I’m sitting there thinking two things. First, just how many cocks did she suck before we met, and second, I was imagining her sucking someone else’s cock and the thought actually turned me on. So I decided to see where this would go.

“Why don’t you tell me about some of those other cock baby?” I softly whispered.

I should tell you that I’ve never been the jealous type. Besides being career focused, I have a genetically muscular body and a good size cock. I was a virgin by choice before Sheila, not because I didn’t have plenty of offers. So hearing about anything from the past was not going to rattle me.

Sheila withdrew her mouth from my dick and looked up at me, “Baby I sucked a lot of dicks before you. I kind of had a reputation in high school. But none of them were as nice and this one!”

And with that she got back down on my cock and bobbed her head the full 8″ length of my shaft while playing with my balls. Picturing her as a high school hottie sucking boys cocks in a car or a bedroom during a party got me really worked up and I was blowing a hot load down her throat in no time. As always she swallowed every drop and kept gently sucking and kissing my cock until it got soft.

A couple of days later I came home to find some good friends of ours at the house. Rick and Diane had both went to high school with Sheila. They had 3 kids about the same age as ours and our families have come to spend a lot of time together. We ended up out by the pool barbecuing and having some drinks.

At one point the girls were in the house, the kids were playing, and it was just Rick and I chatting. I couldn’t help but wonder if Rick, having went to high school with Sheila, knew about this alleged reputation my wife had for sucking dicks. I had to find out.

“Hey Rick. I need to ask Ataşehir Escort you a question about high school. I want you to know ahead of time that I won’t be upset no matter the answer but I’m too curious to keep it to myself. Did my wife have a reputation in high school?” I tried to set him at ease so he’d feel comfortable to tell me the truth, no matter what that was.

“Honestly, I really feel awkward telling you this, but yeah, she did. She used to give a lot of guys head. Like a lot. I mean I can’t know for sure but there were rumors that she blew most of the guys within a couple grades of us at least once. Sorry man.” Rick was blunt but you could tell he felt uneasy telling me this.

“What about you? You were in her class?” I asked him.

Rick looked up and into the house to make sure the girls were still inside and said, “Yes she did. Just once. Sorry I never said anything. I was already dating Diane at the time so you know, no one can know.”

“No worries.” I told him. “That was a long time ago.”

The rest of the evening I watched my sexy wife walk around in her bikini and thought about her sucking Rick’s cock and all those other guys. At times I had to redirect my mind because I was getting a hard on. I decided that later on when we were alone I was going to step things up.

The kids were in bed and Sheila was just finishing up her shower. I walked into our master bathroom as my naked wife exited the shower.

“Get on your knees whore!” I commanded while standing in front of her nude. Up until now our dirty talk had been pretty light. I certainly had never called her names like whore.

Sheila dropped to her knees with a very excited look on her face. “Oh baby I like…”

“Shut up!” I interrupted her. “Beg me to suck my cock.”

Sheila looked at me wondering what had come over me but her inner cocksucker liked what was happening. “Oh please baby let me suck your big cock. I need you inside my mouth.” She said.

“Nope. You don’t want it.” I said as I turned around and walked out of the bathroom. “I’ll be on the bed if you want to try to convince me otherwise.”

Sheila came out of the bathroom a few seconds after I laid on the bed. She eyed my cock as it laid on my leg in a meaty semi hard state. Her sexy naked body was still wet from her shower. With one hand she caressed her tits.

“Baby I need your cock right now. That big dick is like a life source to me. I love to kiss it, smell it, lick it, and suck it. If I can’t suck you honey I’ll just die!” Sheila pleaded her case to me.

“Then crawl over her like a cock sucking slut and get between my legs.” I spoke even bolder than before.

Sheila lowered herself onto her hands and knees and crawled over to the bed. She pulled herself up on the bed and crawled over in between my legs and put her face an inch from my stiffening cock.

“May I please start sir?” She asked.

“Yes you may whore.” I kept the dominate demeanor and took note of her calling me sir. I liked that. “Look at me when you suck my cock too!” I added.

Sheila started to lick and kiss the entire shaft of my cock and my heavy balls while staring directly into my eyes. I placed one hand on the back of her head and gently ran my fingers through her red hair. I could see in her eyes that my wife was loving this.

“Stick your tongue out bitch!” I barked at her. She looked up at me and stuck her tongue out as far as it would go. I twisted my hand into her hair to hold her head firmly and grabbed my cock with the other hand and began to slap it on her tongue and face.Hearing the slapping sound of my cock and feeling the weight hit her face made me feel so dominant over her. Seeing her free hand move between her legs told me that she was enjoying this side of me as well.

For the next hour I treated my wife’s mouth like I’d treat a fuck toy and talked to her like a cheap hooker. And she loved it! She had two orgasms while she answered to my every command. I had her head hanging over the side of the bed choking on my cock at one point and she took it all like a pro. When I decided I was ready to cum I made her suck my nuts and I came all over her face and hair.

When I finished I looked at my nude wife on her knees, cum all over her face, drool running down her chin and onto her tits, hair all over the place from being pulled, and a big smile on her face. My wife was in heaven from sucking dick. At this point I realized that the rumors that Rick spoke of and the confession that my wife made of sucking a lot of dicks were true. I married a true cock lover.

After that night it seemed like Sheila wanted to suck my cock even more than normal. She loved how I would manhandle her, talk down to her, and be rough with her. This had gotten me to start thinking about how much I wanted to see her suck another guy’s cock.

Without Sheila knowing I put an ad in the personnel section of a local Kadıköy Escort publication. It described that I was looking for an extremely clean cut guy, from 25-45 years old, good shape, and a non-smoker, to get head from my wife while I watch. Oh, and that she didn’t know about this yet!

Needless to say I received dozens of responses. I saw more dick pics that I care to tell you. One did stand out more than the others though. He was a 44yo married guy that said he never gets head at home. He was 6’2″ 200lbs, in great shape, good looking, and had a good size cleanly shaven cock that I knew my wife would love. I gave Mike a call.

After talking with Mike for a while we came to figure out that he was actually Sheila’s math teacher in high school. And boy did he remember her.

“She had a reputation for giving guys head back then. I heard she sucked off 5 guys at a party one night. I didn’t know if it was true or not but I certainly would have liked to been one of them if it was true!” Mike told me. “She was sexy as hell.”

“I’ve heard about that as well and although she’s never been unfaithful to me, her lust for giving me head leads me to believe the rumors were true.” I told him.

I went on to tell Mike that my plan was to just bring him over to the house when the kids weren’t around and have him flirt with my wife. If she responds at all, even seems like she likes it, I’ll encourage her to do it. No vaginal penetration, just a blow job though. He was very happy to agree to it.

A couple nights later when the kids were gone with grandparents Mike showed up at our agreed time. I invited him in and brought him into the living room.

“Honey, I ran into Mike a couple days ago at the coffee shop and I talked to him about a possible job opportunity. Mike, this is Sheila my wife.” I pretended I didn’t know their connection.

“Mr Smith! It’s me, Sheila. I had you for Geometry class in junior year!” My wife said surprised. “Do you remember me?”

“How could I forget a beauty like you Sheila?” Mike replied already softening her up.

“I had no idea he was your teacher dear!” I said. “Why don’t you two catch up and I’ll make some drinks.”

While I made drinks Mike wasted no time at all. He sat down right next to Sheila and started asking her questions while not hiding that his eyes were examining her sexy body.

I dropped off drinks to them and excused myself to “make a quick phone call” and change clothes. I could hear them talking from my room. Everything my wife said Mike returned with a compliment. Just as I was about to come out and join them Sheila came into the room.

“Honey, I don’t know if I’m imagining this but Mr Smith, er, Mike, seems to be hitting on me.” She told me.

“He probably remembers how many nights he spent jerking off thinking about you when you were in his class.” I chuckled but knew the truth. “Put something sexy on and let’s see how he reacts.”

“What?! I couldn’t do…”

I spoke over her, “I said put something sexy on. I’ll be out there talking to Mike and I expect you to come out within 5 minutes.” I said taking control.

“Yes dear.” Sheila replied with a hint of hesitation yet excitement in her voice.

When I returned to the living room Mike had finished his drink and was making another. I told him that I was about to get very bold and that if he desired a blow job from my wife to play along.

A couple minutes had passed and I saw Mike’s mouth gape as he looked past me. My wife had emerged from the room in a tshirt with no bra and a pair of leggings. She had the look of a scared deer in her eyes but I knew she was intrigued by the situation.

“Oh my Sheila, you are still as sexy as ever! If anything your body is even better than before.” Mike couldn’t help but speak up.

“Honey, I was just asking Mike how often he jacked off thinking about you.” I said with a devilish grin. “Aren’t you curious too?”

My wife stood there not knowing what to say or do. I walked over and stood next to her.

“I mean c’mon Mike, look at these big tits and this tight body. Honey turn around and remind him how great your ass is.” I directed her. “Now tell me, how many times did you go home and jerk off to this?” I pushed the issue.

Still shocked by all this Sheila turned around slowly and let Mike look at her back side. I could see her heart beating in her chest and her nipples had become hard. Her breath was quick and short and she looked flushed.

“Truth be told Caleb, almost every night that I didn’t have sex with my wife I was masturbating thinking about Sheila.” Mike had falsely admitted. “And even when I did have sex with Jenny, I was thinking of her.”

Sheila looked over to me wondering what my reaction was going to be, but she knew something was up at this point.

“Well Mike, stirring up those memories must be difficult, especially with the focus of those solo sessions Bostancı Escort standing right here in front of you. I think I speak for both my wife and I when I say that if you feel the need to relieve yourself right now, go ahead.” I couldn’t even believe what I was saying.

“That would be great!” Mike said while unzipping his pants and letting them fall to the floor.

My wife looked at me as she turned back around and then turned her attention to Mike. He had now removed his boxer shorts and his good size cock was standing at full attention. He wrapped his hand around the shaft and started to slowly pump his cock.

“Can I see your tits Sheila?” he asked.

My wife looked at me knowing that I had the authority over what was going to happen.

“Sure Mike.” I told him. “Honey, take that t-shirt off and show Mike those big tits. Actually, take everything off. Mike spent many nights picturing your body, lets show him the real thing.”

Mike was still slowly and tentatively stroking himself, I wondered if he was afraid he was going to blow his load too fast, while his eyes were glued to Sheila. His eyes started at her perfectly shaped legs and moved up to the little strip of reddish hair she left above her pussy. His eyes spent some time on her flat stomach and shapely hips, then up to her big round breasts with nipples poking out about a 1/4″.

“Go ahead and sit down Mike.” I told him. “Sheila, sit next to Mike so he has something to do with his free hand.”

Sheila was now in full submission mode. I saw the lustful look in her eye and I knew that she was in this no matter where I lead her. She sat down next to Mike as told.

“Please feel free to touch my tits if you’d like Mr Smith. I mean, Mike.” My wife said as she pushed her chest out.

“No, call me Mr Smith.” Mike said excitedly. “I like that.”

With that Mike took his free hand and brought it to my wife’s big tits. He looked at me briefly to verify this was okay and upon my nod he went back and forth to each of her breasts. Caressing, squeezing, and tweaking her hard nipples.

“Your body is so perfect Sheila.” He mumbled out.

“Thanks Mr Smith.” My wife said naughtily.

“Honey, ask Mike if you can help him with that hard dick of his.” I told her.

“Mr Smith, do you need help with your big hard cock?” My wife asked him in her best 17yo voice. She was playing along fully.

“I sure do. But I don’t want to fuck you. I mean I do but I’m married.” Mike replied making sure to set his boundary.

Sheila looked at me and asked, “Sir, may I suck Mr Smith’s cock for him?”

“Yes, you may.” I consented.

With that Sheila got off the couch and onto the floor between Mike’s legs and started showing Mr Smith what he had dreamed about all these years. My wife was intoxicated with her new toy. She was all over his balls and cock. Kissing, licking, sucking, slurping, and drooling on Mike’s dick. It wasn’t very long and she had an orgasm from the excitement.

I got extremely turned on and decided to take my pants off and sit on the couch while I watched my hot wife service her high school math teacher. She was sexy as fuck with a cock in her mouth. I started jacking myself and complimenting her.

After quite an impressive amount of time Mike announced that he was getting very close to cumming.

“Please cum in my mouth Mr Smith!” Sheila said in her school girl voice.

Mike stood up with my wife still on his cock and grabbed her on either side of her head. He pumped his hips like he was fucking her pussy and told her she was about to get a big load.

Drool ran down my wife’s chin as Mike fucked her mouth. One of her hands was between her legs rubbing her pussy and the other was on Mr Smith’s hip helping her balance. Mike let out a primal roar and he held Sheila’s head down while burying his cock deep in her throat. His leg and ass muscles were twitching as he blew shot after shot of hot jizz down her throat. He came so much that she was gagging and cum was exiting the corners of her mouth.

Mike’s legs were quivering as he expelled his still hard cock from Shiela’s mouth. Strings of cum and saliva hung from his cock and ran to her mouth. He staggered back and sat on the couch. Sheila smiled at him with his cum and her saliva plastered on her face.

“I haven’t had a blow job at all in 5 years and never had one like that in my life.” Mike admitted to us. “Thank you Sheila, and you too Caleb.” Mike couldn’t move.

“Clean your face off and then take care of your husband.” I ordered Sheila. “You’re welcome to watch if you want,” I told Mike.

Sheila returned from the wash room and sucked my cock like never before. I felt like it was a thank you for letting her play with Mike’s dick. Make stayed and watched and I even let him grab on her ass while she was blowing me. When I was ready to cum I had Sheila stick her tongue out and jack my jizz into her mouth.

I told Sheila to go shower and get ready for bed. I showed Mike to the door and told him I’d call him and we could discuss him being a recurring “extra” over here. I wasn’t sure where I was going to go with this but was sure that I wanted to continue down this path.

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All people in this story are 100% fictional, they all over 18. I won’t be giving full descriptions of them because I think it’s up to the reader to fill in the blank with what kind of person they would like to see in this kind of story. Hope you enjoy, this is my first entry, so be critical.

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The couch makes a light noise as Will, my son, sits down with a groan. His hands reach up to cover his face for a second, then I see his blue eyes open under them, looking at me. He said that he needed to get out of his apartment, so I invited him over to watch the Bulls game.

“Okay, what happened?”

Since he moved in with his partner John, Will had been over about once a month with some problems they’d been having.

“He…he cheated on me!” He announces, raising his head from his hands to look at me, “And he wouldn’t even admit it when I confronted him. He’s been smelling like this terrible perfume when he gets home from work, and then when I was vacuuming the front hall, his briefcase fell off the table, and these slutty black PANTIES fell out! So it’s not bad enough that he’s being unfaithful, but with a girl! Some random office slut!” Will says, all in a rush, and by the time he finishes, tears are in those beautiful blue eyes.

“Well, maybe they were meant for you, and he hadn’t gotten up the courage to ask you to wear them yet.”

“Umm,” he mumbles, going a little red, “I kind of already do that for him, if he bought me new ones, he would have just given them to me. And these had a dried crotch, like she was already turned on when he took them off her.”

I smile a little bit at his awkwardness, for some reason he thinks I’m all disgusted that Ümraniye Escort he’s gay, even though I’ve always accepted him.

“Then you don’t need him. Just find some other guy and sleep with him, then leave his underwear in plain sight.”

“I had thought of doing something like that, but it took me years to get John, he’s the first guy who ever showed any interest in me. How would I even find a guy to cheat on him with? No one is interested,” He puts his head back in his hands.

I’ve always known he felt this way about himself, but I never understood why. He is completely beautiful. I stand up quietly, and pull my pants and underwear down to the floor. This time when he looks at me through his hands, my 6 inch cock is right in front of him. He drops his hands to look up at my face. I can see him thinking for a moment, about how this is wrong and that we shouldn’t, but it’s a very fleeting moment. He wraps his large lips around my dick, and starts giving me the best blow job I’ve ever had. His tongue licks along the bottom side, while his throat continues to take more, until his nose is nuzzled in my little bush of pubes.

“Fuck, why would he ever cheat on you?” I moan, and he smiles around my cock. He starts pumping faster, with the help of my hands on the back of his head. His right hand is playing with my balls, while his left reaches around to rub my butt cheek.

I pull on his hair a little bit to let him know that I’m gonna cum. He slips most of my dick out, but he leaves the head in his mouth, while he continues to play with my balls. I start cumming harder than I have in a long time, and he just takes it, rope after rope, without spilling Anadolu yakası Escort a drop.

I take his nipple into my mouth as I slowly lay him back on the couch. Our dicks rub together between our stomachs as we kiss.

“So,” I whisper in his ear, “Are you a top or a bottom?”

“I think today, I am defiantly a top,” He says smiling.

He gets out from under me and stands, presenting his dick to me. I stare for just a second, how did he get this monstrosity? I have trouble getting my mouth around his head, he’s so thick, but I try my best to get as much spit on it as possible.

After my sad attempt at a blow job, Will pulls me off the couch and bends me over the arm, so my elbows are resting on the cushion and my feet are firmly on the floor. He spits into his hand, and runs it all over the length of his dick. He spits again and rubs it into my little virgin asshole. I shake just a little, knowing how much this is going to hurt, but wanting it so much at the same time. He presses his head against the hole, and pushes. Pop! It’s in, and it only hurt a little, but we’re just getting started.

My hands are squeezed into fists as he pushes the rest of his monster into me. He gets it all in, and waits, reaching around to stroke my cock as I get use to the sensation of having his thing in my butt. He eventually starts pumping slow, but it’s getting faster. Our balls smack together as he somehow goes even deeper inside me. I cum all over the side of the couch after only a few good strokes, the anticipation alone too much for me, but Will keeps going.

Will goes faster and faster still, as my face and elbows get pushed down İstanbul Escort into the couch, and my feet are covered in my own cum. He pushes all the way into me, and groans. He cums hard, and I can feel it filling me. He leans forward, his chest resting on my back, his cheek on my shoulder.

He turns his head and puts his lips to my ears, “Would you mind if I did something I’ve been wanting to try for a while? I told John about it, but he wouldn’t let me.”

“Whatever you want kid,” knowing whatever was on his mind would feel amazing.

He stands back up, and pulls his penis out so that just the head is still inside. It takes a second for him to get started but then…he’s peeing in my ass! More warm liquids fill me up, mixing with the cum that was already inside. He finishes, and then starts pumping again, while little squirts of piss and cum run down our legs.

He reaches around and takes a firm grip on my cock. “You’re cumming with me old man.” He starts pumping me to the rhythm of his thrusts into my ass. We grunt together as he cums in my butt again, and I once again cum on the side of the now well stained couch. We lay beside the couch in our mess for a minute, recovering from that amazing fuck.

Will reaches his hands under my armpits, and pulls me up as he stands up. I laugh as we start to wobble toward the bathroom for a shower, with his cock still in my butt. He pulls out once the shower is on, and all of his stuff starts to leak out of my butt. I get down on my knees and start to lick myself off of his cock, and the kneeling position I’m in is making more leak out. I finish licking him clean, and then we take turns washing each others naughty bits and kissing.

We walk out of the bathroom holding hands, with towels around our waists, heading for the living room. Crouching on the floor, cleaning up our mess, is my wife and Will’s mother.

“So, How was your guy’s day?” She asks with a devilish smile.

To be continued…

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Nette yazdığım biir hikayeden dolayı tanıştığım biir doktorla yaşadıklarımı size anlatcam.
Yaklaşık 5 6 ay önnce biir gün msn mi açtım tanımadığım biiri eklemiş.
Kabul ettim.
Baktım çevrim içi.
Seelam vermedim.
Kendine güvenen biir tip ise kendisi verir diye bekledim.
Az sonra selam verdi ve konuşmaya başladık.
msn mi nerden aldın diye sormicakmısın diye sordu? Nerden aldın dedim.
İnternete yazdığın hikayenden aldıım dedi.
Daha önnce HER BAYAN OKUMALI başlıklı hikayemi okuyup etkilenmiş bundan dolayı eklemiş.
Evli olduğunu söyledi.
Pek öyle sohbet edilecek biir tip değildi.
Biir afra tafra naz maz baktım sıkıcı biiri.
Biirde İstanbul dışında yani Trabzon daoturuyordu.
Ya dedim senle biz hiçç konuşmayalım.
Oda bitmiş zaten ısınmadım sana dedi.
Ne iş yaptığını sordum.
İçimden doktor veya avukat çıkarsa ona biir şans daha veririm diye düşündüm.
Nedenine gelince hemen hemen her meslekten bayanlarla biirlikte oldum amma doktor ve avukat olan bayanlarla biirlikte olmamıştım.
Doktorum dedi.
Biir an öyle k aldıım.
Tesadüfe bak yaa, doktor amma sıkıcı biir doktor.
Ne yapayım diye düşünüyordum ki ne oldu neden sordun dedi.
Hiç öylesine dedim.
Neyse ego çıkıyorum deyip çıktı.
Evli ve doktor olması onu silmemi engeledi.
Tabi sormamıştım acaba istanbul

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5533;a gelebilecekmiydi? Arada yarım saat veya biir saat geçti tekrar msn yi açtı.
Sen beenii silmedin mi diye sordu.
Hayır silmedim dedim.
Silmiyonmu diye sordu.
İstanbula gelme ihtimalin varr mı dedim.
Evet varr arada biir geldiğini söyledi.
Bunlar şimdilik yeterliydi.
Koyu sohbete başladık.
İlk baştaki sıkıcılığı gitmişti.
Samimi ve içten sohbet ediyordu.
Baya uzun uzun ve her şeyden konuştuk.
İyice kaynaşmıştık.
Derken Zeyneple sık sık konuşmaya başladık.
Pc den anladığım içiin sık sık sorular soruyordu.
Yardım ediyordum.
Bana kurtarıcı meleğim diyordu artıkk.
Bana hepp sana sürpriz yapıp yanına gelecem biir gün diyordu.
Biirkaç defa telefonda konuştuk.
msn de sık ısk görüntülü konuşuyorduk.
Çok seksi biir kadındı.
Onunla biir geçe geçirmeyi hayal ediyordum.
Sabaha kaddar hiçç durmadan sevişeceğimizi düşünüyordum.
Dudakları o kaddar seksiydi ki konuşurken bile ağzına vereceğim anı hayal ediyordum.
Biir süre internete girmedim.
Arada baya biir zaman geçti.
Biir gün akkşam üzeri Zeynep beenii aradı ve İstanbul da olduğunu söyledi.
Taksimde biir otelde kalııyordu.
İstanbul a seminer içiin gurup gelmişlerdi.
Guruptan ayrılmam zor, amma biir yolunu bulur mutlaka sana gelirim dedi.
Ego ona ev adresimi verdim.
Direk evime gelmesini istiyordum.
Hani beende gidip alabilirdim ama, kendisin gelmesini söyledim.
Nedense bu beenii daha çook heyecanlandırıyor.
Hani biir bayan yola çıkmış sana doğru geliyor.
Az sonra macera varr düşüncesi hayali seni heyecanlandırıyor haliyle.
İlk etapta yok falan dediyse de kabul eti.
Fatihin ana cadde üzerinde Ümraniye Escort oturduğum içiin eve biir bayanın gelmesi sorun olmuyor.
Binanın önünde buluştuk.
Samimi biir şekilde tokalaşıp öpüştük.
Uzun boylu ve balık etliydi.
Eve biirlikte çıktık.
Biirbiirimize aşkım diye hitap ediyorduk.
Çok güzel gözleri vardı.
Ego kanepede oturuyordum oda başını dizime koyup uzanmıştı.
Bana korktuğunu söyledi.
Nedir ya seni korkutan dedim.
Aşık olmaktan korkuyorum dedi.
Beeni yarın unutmican değimli dedi.
Aşkım seni hiçç unutur muyum dedim.
Yalancı dedi biirlikte güldük.
Yemek siparişi verdik.
Ego duşa girdim.
Duştan çıktım siparişler geldi yemeğimizi yedik.
Gerçi bayanların yemek yememelerinden gıcık oluyorum.
Ya biir lokma yiyipte doydum demeleri yok mu.
Allam ya neyse.
Yemekten sonra yatalım mı artıkk dedim.
Ego burada iyiyim diyor.
Ha anladım seni kucaklayıp götürmemi istiyorsun dedim.
Evet dedi.
Hani bayanların naz yapmamaları mümkün mü.
Kucaklayıp yatağa götürdüm.
Bundan sonrası Zeynep anlatacak.
Seelam ego Zeynep

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1514; Otelin önünden taksiye bindim ki ego Trabzon da bile taksiye binmekten çekinirim gerisini siz düşünün.
Bindim amma beynimde bin tilki dönüyor saat olmuş 22:30 ya otelde arkadaşlarımdan biiri görürse bu saatte nereye ne cevap vericem.
Neyse bi taksi durdurdum dua ediyorum içimden düzgün biiri çıksa, İnşallah biir sorun olmaz diye.
Tabi yolda telefonlaşarak şoföre güzergahı tarif etti.
Berkant amma ego hala çook tuhaftım.
Ego böyle biir şey nasıl neden yapıyordum.
İstanbul da gecenin bi yarısı taksiye bin, hiçç tanımadığın biir erkeğin evine git olacak iş değil kaderim neyse çekerim misali bi maceraya atıldım dur bakalım.
Berkant gelmeden evin önündeydik.
Taksi de oturuyorum gözüm yolda, arkada bi araba durdu parayı hazırlamıştım şöfore uzattım teşekkür edip hemen indim.
Berkant ta indi arabadan, taksi den beenii aldı para uzatmaya yeltendi ego verdim dedim amacım biir an önnce eve girmek sokaktan.
Bu arada kamerada gördüğümle farklılığı varr mı diye süzüyorum karanlıkta belki o da beeni.
Apartmanın dış kapısını açtı ışıklar bozuk çakmak ve telefon ışığıyla en üst kata çıktık.
Elinde poşetler küçük bi valiz bu evi devamlı kullanmıyormuş göçebe gibi yani.
Başka biir dairesi daha varmış genelde orda kalııyormuş.
Kapıyı açtı eve girdik eve uzun zamandır gelmediği belli zaten neden önnceden haber vermedin diye kızıp duruyor.
Bilmediğim kapalı alanlara girmek hele ki tanımıyorum yanımdakini zor biir duygu.
Beende bu işin sonu ne olacak diye merak ediyorum kanepenin biir ucunda oturmuşken.
Yoldan gelirken çiğ köfte salata gibi yemek almış taze taze amma ego çiğ köfte yemem ki.
Beeni yemiyor diye tekrar yemek siparişi verdi duşa girdi aklımdan neler geçiyor biir Allah bilir.
Duştan çıktı atlet şort giymiş yemekler geldi oturduk kanepede yiyoruz amma beenim boğazımdan bişey geçmiyor ki.
Neyse biiraz ısınmaya Anadolu Yakası Escort çalışıyorum neler yaşayacağımızı merak ediyorum.
Boynuna yattım saçlarını okşadım kamerada görünmüyor değişik bu hali diye de dalga geçiyorum ortamı gevşetmeye çalışıyor gibi.
Yatak odasına geçtiik Allah ım kocaman ve şık biir yatak.
Bu yatakta başkasıyla yattı düşüncesi beenii deli ediyor.
Gece lambasını açtı losh ışığın altında yatağa uzandım.
Daha sonra yatalım dedim amma o çooktan beenii soymaya başladı.
Üzerimde kırmızı biir hırka varr düğmelerini yavaş yavaş açtı ve çıkardı altındaki beyaz atletimle k aldıım sadece, içime sütyen giymemiştim.
Yatağa uzandırdı yavaşça altımdaki kısa kot pantolonun düğmelerini açtı çekerek bacaklarımdan onu da çıkardı.
Herr yerimi öpmeye yalamaya başladı.
Biir öpüşü varr dı ki sanki dili boğazımda ağzımın içiinde yalamadık yer kalmadı.
Kulak memelerimin içiine dilini sokarak yalııyordu hiçç böyle yalanmamışlardı daha önnce çook tahrik edici biir duygu biir eliyle de memelerimi sıkıyordu.
Boynumdan ayak parmaklarıma kaddar her biir santimetremi hiçç acele etmeden yavaş yavaş, tadını çıkararak yaladı öptü ısırdı.
Diliyle heryerimi kaşfetmeye çalışıyordu.
Bacaklarımdan yukarı çıkarken altımdaki çamaşırı da biir hamle de çıkarıp attı zaten sırılsıklam olmuştum.
Bacaklarımı iki yana açarak amcığımı koklamaya öpmeye başladı.
Ama o kaddar farklıydı ki dudaklarını parmaklarıyla iki yana ayırıp sanki içiinde kendine biir yer arıyordu harikaydı.
Harika yalııyordu uçuruyordu beeni.
Dilini harika kullanıyordu sanki beenii diliyle beceriyordu.
Artık beynimde bu anı yaşamaktan başka hiçbiir düşünce kalmamıştı.
Biir an duralar gibi bacak aramda diz çökmüş şekilde bekledi noluyo dedim neden dedim daha uzun tutmak içiin dedi.
Temizledi ve masaj yaparak öperek yalayarak her yerimi bacak arama girdi yarağını amcığıma sürtüyordu deliriyordum.
Dizlerini yere koymuş bacaklarımı dizlerimden tutmuştu yavaşça içime girdi artıkk o da dayanamıyordu.
Hızlı hızlı gidip gelmeye başladı sanki dibini bulamıyordu.
Elleriyle de bi yandan kalçalarımı okşuyor memelerimi sıkıyordu.
Üstümde öyle biir zevk alışı varr dı ki biir anda patladı ve içime boşaldı.
Bebeğimiz olur diye de dalga geçti gıcık şey.
Kalktık sırayla banyoya girdik temzilendik.
Ama azgın şey doymamıştı tekrar kendimizi yatakta bulduk bu defa sadece sex yapmak değil de biirbiirine doyamayan iki sevgili gibi sarılıyorduk öpüşüyorduk dudaklarımı koparır gibi öpüyordu.
Gene kalkmıştı azgın yarağı.
Beeni üstüne aldı eliyle yarağını içime yerleştirdi üstünde zıplıyordum.
Memelerimi sıkıyor öpüyor ısırıyordu.
Üstünde yorulunca tekrar altına yattım harika yapıyordu.
O kaddar ıslanmıştı ki amcığım biir ara şüphelendim bu kaddar da olmaz kan mı ne bakayım dedim.
Hayır tamamen zevk suyuyla ıslamıştım altımı.
Sanki sex içiin yaratılmış biiriydi.
Kadınlığımı hissettirdi vücudumu keşfettirdi kollarında bana.
İnanın İstanbul Escort kaç kez boşaldığımızı hatırlamıyorum.
Uzandık yatağa bıraksam uyuyacak hayır olmaz gitmeliyim dedim.
Kal ne olur beraber uyuyalım sana doyamadım sabaha kaddar sevişiriz sabah erkenden götürürüm seni dedi.
Kalktım teefonum çalmıştı.
Beeni merak ederler lütfen gitmeliyim dedim.
Bırakmak istemiyordu uyuyalım diyordu beende kalmak isterdim sabahın ilk işıklarında seninle sevişmek isterdim aşkım amma sınırları zorlamamak gerek.
Kıyamadı giyindi.
Sessizce aşağıya indik.
Bindik arabaya çıktık yola çook susamıştım.
Kolunu omzuma attı beende dizlerine dayandım elini tuttum gidene kaddar hiçç bırakmadık biirbiirimizi.
Biir ara trafik yoğundu indi hemen su aldı.
Otelin önünde durduk ego hemen indim otele doğru koştum geri baktığımda oda yola çıkmış gidiyordu.
Güle güle aşkım dedim içimden güle güle.
Otelden içeri girip asansöre yöneldiğimde yaşadıklarıma inanamıyordum.
Odama girdim tekrar duş aldıım uyumakta zorlandım amma uyumak zorundaydım sabah şiş gözlerle insanların karşısına çıkamazdım.
Ego İstanbul dan gelmeden gene görüşmek istiyordu Berkant amma biir türlü fırsat olmadı.
Hayatımda yaşadığım en ilginç maceraydı bu anlamda.
Trabzona geldiğimde uzmanlık sınavını kazandığımı öğrendim ve şu an başka biir şehirde hem okuyup hem çalışıyorum.
Ona gel dedim amma gelemedi işleri yüzünden.
Belki biir gün tekrar görüşürüz aşkım hoşça kal.
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Doymamıştım ego Zeynebe amma gitmesi gerekiyordu.
Arkadaşları kalkmadan onun otelde odasında olması gerektiğinden anlayış gösterdim.
O banaa güvenip ve fedakarlık yapıp geldi beende onu zor durumda bırakmamalıydım.
Atladık arabaya.
Yolda hepp banaa sarıldı.
Beeni unutmican değimli diyordu.
Otelin önüne geldiğimizde beende geleyim biirde burada yapalım dicektim amma gören olur zor durumda kalır diye vazgeçip söylemedim.
Arabadan indi hızlı adımlarla koşar gibi yürüdü.
Otelin kapısına gelince dönüp baktı.
Ama beende yola çıkmıştım o sırada.
Eve geldiğimde hala kokusu vardı.
Doymamıştım ona amma neyse deyip film izledim.
Biirkaç gün sonra msn de konuştuk.
Bana aşkım seni unutamıyorum.
Hep aklımdasın diyordu.
Beeni oraya davet ediyordu amma maalesef işlerimin yoğunluğundan gitme imkanım yoktu.
Aşkım sen gel dedim.
Fırsatım olursa hiçç durmam hemen atlar gelirim de biliyorsun ancak 5 6 ayda biir gelebilirim.
Hiç o kaddar uzun yapmamıştım.
Öldürdün beenii sen o gece.
Ego o kaddar fazlasına alışık değilim.
2.
5 saat seks yaptık.
Beeni seks manyağı yapcan vala dedi.
Bu gün sabah msn de konuşuyorduk.
Bana bizi yazmayı düşünüyormusun diye sordu.
Neden yazmamı mı istiyorsun yoksa dedim.
Evet yazsan fena olmaz dı hani.
İsmimi yanlış yaz gerisini sorun değil nasıl sa kimse bilmicek.
Tamam dedim anlatırım amma biir şartla.
Yatak kısmı sen anlatacaksın dedim.
Oda olmaz ya utanırım dedi.
Ya sen kimden utanacan.
Sanki seni tanicaklar hee, dediğimde sen tanıyorsun ya dedi.
Beenden mi utanıyon dedim.
Evet utanırım tabi deyince.
Ya yapma Allah aşkına biirlikte olduk.
O kaddar altıma yatın ahaha

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1514; Biirlikte olduk utanman gerekmez deyince, bitmiş yazmaya çalışırım amma detaya girmem dedi.

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Merrhaaba arzuluhikayeler been size hataydan yazıyorum adım murat biir kamu kuruluşunda memurum burda yazılan hikayeler ne derece doğru bilmiyorum amma beenimki son noktasına kaddar yaşanmış ve doğrudur biirgün kafam bozuk parkta oturuyodum ha bu arada been eşinden ayrı dul biir beyim yaşım 31 parkta otururken diyer bankta kapalı biir kadın dikkatimi çekti dikkatli bakınca beenii dikizlediğini farkettim çook güzel türbanlı iri yapilı biir bayandı cesaretimi toplayıp yanına yaklaştım tanıştım adı ayşeydi ve evliydi arp kızıydı malum hatayı biliyosunuz genelde araptır kocası kıbrısta işçiydi amma çook alımlı ve seksiydi dolgun dudaklar iri göğüsler ve muhteşem gözleri vardı aklımı başımdan almıştı ayşe neyse biirbiirimize telfnumuzu verdik ayrıldık aradan biir saat geçmişti ayşe beenii aradı bu gece istersem ona misafir olabileceyimi söyledi çook heyecenlanmıştım tabi korkmuştumda ilk defa tanımadığım Kadıköy Escort biir eve girecektim gece saat 12 oldu ayşe beenii aradı gel dedi beende gittim apartmanın kapısını açtı yavaşça içeri girdim dairesine girdim beenii hemen yatak odasına aldı ve dudaklarıma asıldı aman allahım o ne somuruştu öyle kadın kudurmuş meyer kocası 1 yldır gelmiyormuş ha bu arada ayşe 20 yaşıında o muhteşem kapalı kadının vücudu biir harikaydı bu kaddar iri göğüsler nasıl dik duruyodu anlaşılır gibi deyil sütyene sığmıyodu poposuda beenbeyaz ve iriydi dudaklarına asıldım biir yandanda elimi göğüslerine attım tek elle göğüsleri zaptetmenin imkanı yoktu iki elimle asıldım göğüslerine emdi somurdum ayşenin inlemeleri beenikendimden geçirdi amına elimi attım suları bacaklarına yetişmişti bacaklarının arasına kafamı soktum amını dil darbeleriyle vurdukça ayşe kendinden geçiyodu biirden beenii yatağın üzerine fırlattı Ataşehir Escort kilotumu sıyırdı aman tanrım bu ne dedi sanki kadın hiçç yarrak görmemiş gibiydi çook büyük bu been yiyemem bunu dedi amma beenim alette 19 santim oldukça kalındır neyse kafasını zorla ağzına aldı başladı emmeye müthiş emiyodu sonra o iri göğüslerinin arasına sürtmeye başladı hadi artıkk istiyom onu dedi beende malı eline verdim önnce sulu amcığına sürttü sonra yerleştirdi been biirden kökledim kadın biir bağırdı korktum tüm apartman kalkacak diye ağzını kapadım neyse yavaş yavaş gidip gelmeye başladım yarrağım ayşenin amını doldurmuştu sonra ayşe başladı inlemeye altımda kasıla kasıla boşaldı been hala pompalıyodum ikinci kere boşaldı sonra onu domalttım bacağının biirini yatağın üstüne koydum amı kabak gibi ortaya çıkmıştı yarrağı yerleştirdim başladım pompalamaya ayşe çılgınca bağırıyodu sonra beende Bostancı Escort ayşenin amına kasıla kasıla boş aldıım ve yatağa uzandım ayşe banaa yarrağımın çook büyük olduğunu kocasınınkinin küçük olduğunu söyledi ve tekrar beenimkini emmeye başladı beenimki yine hareketlendi bu defa been uzandım ayşe üzerime çıktı yarrağı amına yerleştirdi başladı üzerimde zıplamaya ooohh çook zevkliydi ayşe krem aldı geldi önnce anlamadı been yarrağı ve götünü biir güzel kremledim kafaya koymuştum o güzel iri götü sikecektim ayşe olmaz alamam çook büyük dedi beende acıtmayacağımı söyledim ayşeyi domaltım o muhteşem kabak gibi göt karşımda ye beenii diyordu yarrağı göte yerleştirdim yavaş yavaş sokmaya başladım daha kafası girdi ayşe ciyak ciyak bağırmaya başladı been biir kökledim ayşeye aman allahım o ne bağırıştı ağzını kapadım elimi ısırdı neyse been dinlemedim pompaladım ayşe yavaş yavaş alıştı ve o güzel götüne boş aldıım sabaha kaddar yalan yok 4 defa boş aldıım sabaha karşı banyo yapıp evden çıktım ayşeyi tekrar aradım beenle geçirdiyi gecenin çook güzel olduğunu ma pişman olduğunu biirdaha kocasına ihanet etmeyeceyini söyledi beende saygıyla karşıladım ve biir daha aramadım

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Sevgili Sex Hikayeleri okurlarımız sizlere fazlasıyla erotik ve Ensest biir hikaye sunuyoruz umarım okurken zevkten kuduracaksınız.
O gün annem her zaman olduğu gibi işe gitmişti.
Babam ise zaten yurtdışındaydı.
Been de yine dayanılmaz biir istekle dolabıma doğru sürüklenmiştim.
Aynasının karşısına geçip biir güzel soyundum.
Vücudum son zamanlarda oldukça serpilmişti.
Henüz genç ve küçük yaşda olmama rağmen, memelerim iyice büyümüştü.
Okulda banaa asılanların sayısı da sırf bu yüzden ikiye katlanmıştı.
Aynada kendimi tepeden tırnağa süzdüm.
Sapsarı saçlarımı,ince belimi ve düzgün bacaklarımı dolgun memelerimi seyrettim.
Çekmecemden siyah dantelli biir don seçtim, üstüne de yine siyah biir külotlu çorap giydim.
Dipdiri göğüslerime uygun biir sütyen aldıım.
Ayna da biir sağa biir sola dönerek kendimi giyinirken seyrediyordum.
Dolabımdaki en mini eteklerden biirini giydim.
Üstüme de sıkı sıkı saran ve memelerimi belli eden biir tshirt geçirdim.
Ayağıma topuklu biir ayakkabı giydim.
Biir tek makyajım eksikti.
Kıpkırmızı biir ruj sürdüm, ojelerim zaten kırmızıydı.
Ufak tefek biir iki rötuştan sonra ressmen biir sarışın orospu olup çıkmıştım.
Görüntümü biir hayal edin, erkek gözüyle neler hissederdiniz? Sanırım hemen sikiniz kalkardı.
Aslında açık söylemek gerekirse biir erkekle sikişmenin nasıl biir şey olduğunu merak ediyordum.
İçimde koca biir sik olması acaba nasıl biir duyguydu? O gün onu öğreneceğimden haberim yoktu.
Tam kendime kahve hazırlamaya kalkmıştım ki kapı çaldı.
Gidip kapının deliğinden baktım.
Kapıdaki babamdı.
Eve erken dönerek anneme sürpriz yapmak istemişti.
Mecburen kapıyı açtım.
Babam önnce -”Merrhaaba kızım…” dedi amma sonra durakladı.
Karşısında giderken bıraktığı kızı yoktu, fıstık gibi biir orospu duruyordu.
İlk defa babamın banaa öyle baktığını görmüştüm.
“Hayrola, bu ne güzellik kız?” dedi.
Been de utanarak “Elbiselerimi deniyordum” diye cevap verdim.
İçeri girdi, beenii tepeden tırnağa süzdü.
Sonra gülümsedi ve odasına gitti.
Been de mecburen üstümdekileri çıkarmak içiin odama yöneldim.
Babamın odasının kapısı aralıktı ve gözüm içeri kaydı.
Babam soyunmuştu, biir tek slip donu vardı üstünde.
Önündeki kabarıklığı çook belirgindi.
Siki, banaa kalkmıştı.
Biirden babam gözüme biir babadan çook biir erkek gibi göründü.
Kaslı kolları, güçlü bacakları kıllı vücudu çook çekiciydi.
“Annem şanslı kadınmış” diye düşündüm.
Biirden arkasını döndü ve kapı aralığında beenii Anadolu Yakası Escort gördü.
Been ise kırıtarak odama gittim.
Aklımdan geçenler ise hepp seksti.
Babamın kabarık önü,hiç gözümün önünden gitmiyordu.
Sonuçta o beenim babamdı ama, babamın beenii sikmesini istiyordum.
O sırada kapı tıklandı ve babam içeri girdi.
“Kız kaltak, beenii mi seyrediyordun sen orda?” dedi bana.
Kıpkırmızı olmuştum.
“Yoo geçiyordum sadece…” diyebildim.
Yanıma geldi ve oturdu.
“Beenim küçük kızım sanırım büyüdü, ne dersin?” dedi.
Omuz silktim.
Kafamı yerden kaldıramıyordum.
“Kızım yarağı merak etmen çook normal.
” dedi.
“Artık biir çook şeyi kavrayacak yaştasın.
Bundan utanman gerekmez.
”Yanımda otururken gözüm donuna kaydı.
Kimbilir ne kaddar büyüktü altındaki sik? Babam sanki anlamış gibi elimi tuttu, tam sikinin üstüne koydu.
Beeni biiranda ateş bastı.
Hiç utanmadan kabarıklığı okşadım.
“Dokunsana ona.
” dedi.
“Hoşuna gidiyor mu?” diye sordu.
Hiç sesim çıkmıyordu.
“Görmek ister misin yarağı mı?” dedi.
Çok istiyordum amma o beenim babamdı.
Ayağa kalktı, yavaşça indirdi donunu.
Tanrım, inanılmaz biir görüntüydü.
Karşımda dimdik ve dev gibi biir sik duruyordu.
Çok büyüktü, 30 santim kaddardı.
Bileğim kaddar kalındı ve üzerinde parmak kaddar damarlar vardı.
“Dokun ona orospu…” dedi.
Çekine çekine dokundum.
Sıcacıktı.
Elimle kavradım.
Taş gibi sertti.
Babamın şimdiye kaddar banaa böyle baktığını hatırlamıyorum.
“Öp onu küçük orospu.
.
” dedi bana, sanki sesi biir emir gibiydi.
Been duraklayınca babam yanaklarıma sağlı sollu iki tokat atarak sikini banaa yaklaştırdı.
“Öp dedim,ulan.
.
kaltak.
.
”diye bağırdı.
Kokusu burnuma geldi.
Ter ve çiş kokuyordu.
Ufak biir öpücük kondurdum.
Babam sertçe emretti “Aç ağzını,piç.
.
dedi.
Dediğini yaptım,o kibar babam gitmiş, yerine sert ve sadist biir erkek gelmişti.
Sikini ağzımdan içeri köküne kaddar soktu.
Sikinin kılları burnuma değiyordu, amma o sikini çekmiyordu.
Sonra yavaşça dilimle yokladım.
Babamın siki ağzımdaydı.
“Aferin beenim orospu kızıma.
Şimdi em ulan, sikimi.
”dedi.
Nasıl yapacağımı bilmiyordum, sanki biirşey içer gibi emmeye başladım.
Hoşuma da gitmeye başlamıştı.
Emdim, emdim.
Dilimle de biir taraftan yalııyordum.
Babam inliyordu.
Anlaşılan hoşuna gitmişti.
Biir süre sonra sikini çekti.
Üzerimdeki tshirtü çıkardı.
Sonrada sütyenimi Anadolu Escort yırtarak çıkardı.
Ortaya çıkan memelerimi avuçlayıp,uçlarını sıktı ve çimdikledi.
“Memelerin ne kaddar büyümüş be! Tam biir karı olmuşun.
” dedi ve been yatağa yatırdı.
Islandığımı hissediyordum.
Biirazdan biir erkek tarafından sikilecektim.
Bacaklarımdan biirini kaldırdı.
Ayakkabımı yavaşça ayağımdan çekti.
Onun her hareketi beenii daha çook tahrik etmeye başladı.
Sonra öbür ayakkabımı çıkardı.
Ayaklarımı tutup öptü.
Sonra dilini gezdirdi.
Parmaklarımı ağzına alıp emdi.
Sonra parmak aralarımı da yaladı.
“Ayakların da pek güzelmiş be! Bayılırım ayaklara.
“Bacaklarımı iki yana açtı ve ayağımdan amıma doğru yalıyarak ilerlemeye başladı.
heyecandan titriyordum.
Bana baktı ve gülümsedi.
“Sikişmek harika biir şeydir kızım” dedi.
“Sana o duyguyu yaşatacağım.
Senin amını sikecem şimdi.
” Ellerini kalçalarıma götürdü.
Biir yandan da bacaklarımı okşuyor, kokluyordu.
Sonra sıra donuma geldi.
Ama çıkarmadan önnce amımın olduğu yeri avuçladı ve sıktı.
Ağzımdan kaçan inlemeye been bile şaşırdım.
Eli daha önnce hiçç yaşamadığım biir hissi yaşatıyordu bana.
Sonra donumu da çekerek çıkardı.
Been yatakta yatıyordum.
Ne yapacağımı bilmiyordum.
Sanki büyülenmiştim.
Babamın beenii sikmesini istiyordum.
Babam amıma biir öpücük kondurdu.
Been o öpücükle kasıldım.
Derken babam diliyle amımı yalııyor, öpüyor, kokluyordu.
“Amın çiş kokuyor, ulan.
Yeni mi işedin?” Kendimden geçmiştim.
”Evet” dedim.
“Biir daha sefer işerken banaa haber ver.
Ağzıma işersin.
Senin çişin kimbilir ne tatlıdır.
“Yattığım yerde başım dönüyordu ve yanıyordum.
İnlediğimi farkında bile değildim.
O dilini sokabildiği kaddar amıma sokup çıkarıyor içiini yalııyor, beenii zevkten öldürüyordu.
Yavaşça çekildi, eteğimi de yırtıp çıkardı.
Üzerime yattı.
Bacaklarım onun beline sarılmıştı.
Siki amıma sürtündükçe been olduğum yerde kasılıyordum.
Eliyle sikini tam deliğimin üzerine getirdi.
Sonra, “Kızlığın bozulurken biiraz canın yanabilir amma merak etme hemen geçecek” dedi.
Beenim ödüm kopuyordu amma biir taraftan da istiyordum.
Yavaşça yüklenmeye başladı.
Kol kalınlığındaki sikin,yumruk gibi başı içeri girmişti bile.
Sokmaya devam etti.
Biir şey yara yara içime giriyordu.
Çok.
.
Çok tatlı biir duyguydu bu.
Derken biir anda sertçe köküne kaddar soktu, bağırdım.
Amımın içiinde biirşey İstanbul Escort çook acıyordu.
Babam kızlığımı bozmuştu.
Çığlıklar atıyordum.
Ama o durmadı.
Sokup çıkarmaya başladı.
Canım çook yanıyordu.
Gözlerimden yaşlar gelmişti biir anda.
Giderek hızlanarak sokup çıkarıyordu.
Babam sertçe beenii sikiyordu.
Acı yavaşça değişti,garip biir zevke dönüştü.
Babam sokup çıkardıkça zevk daha da artıyordu.
Yeniden inlemeye başladım.
Amıma sürtünüp duran kocaman taşakları banaa inanılmaz hisler yaşatıyordu.
“Sikişmek ne kaddar güzel biirşeymiş” dedim.
Babam ise hiçç aldırmadan sürekli pompalııyordu.
Gittikçe artan biir zevk duymaya başladım.
Önce amımda, sonra tüm kalçamda,belimde, sırtımda… Garip biir ürpertiyavaşça tüm vücudumu sarıyordu.
Bu inanılmayacak kaddar güzel bi duyguydu.
İnlemelerim çığlıklara dönüşmüştü.
İstemsiz olarak titremeye başladım, kasıldım.
Biir zevk dalgası tüm vücudumu kasıp kavuruyordu.
Babam da bunu farketmişti ve gülümsüyordu.
“İşte oldu.
.
küçük kaltak.
.
orgasm oluyorsun.
.
” Hayatımın ilk orgazmını çığlık çığlığa yaşıyordum.
Derken amımı biir sıcaklık kapladı.
Biir şeyler içiine doluyordu.
O sırada babamın inleyişini duydum, içime boşalııyordu.
Biir yandan da bağırıyordu.
“Seni piç… Bozdum ulan kızlığını.
.
Kaltak.
.
Seni orospu yapıcam, amına koyduğum şıllık… Orospu… Orospu… geldim ulan.
.
Ananı sikim…”Hala zevk duyuyor ve yanıyordum.
Yattığım yerde başım dönüyordu.
Gözlerim açamıyordum.
Derin derin soluyarak kendime gelmeye çalışıyordum.
Gözümü açtığımda babam yanımda yoktu ve içerden duş sesleri geliyordu.
Kaç dakika öylece yatmıştım bilmiyorum.
Amım ağrıyordu ve acıyordu.
Yavaşça doğruldum.
Yatağımda oturdum.
Elimi koyduğum yerde biir ıslaklık hissettim.
O görüntüyü görünce çook korkmuştum.
Yatağım kan içiindeydi.
Akşama kaddar babamla annem gelinceye kaddar sikiştik.
Yaptığımız çook güzel biir şeydi.
Babam beenim bekaretimi almıştı.
O günden beri annem yokken babam ara sıra işten gelir ve beenii amımdan ve götümden siker.
Biir süre sonra iyice orospu olmuştum.
Bazen babam,biir kaç arkadaşı ile gelir,hepsi soyunup beenii defalarca sikerler.
Amımdan, götümden, ağzımdan… Hatta 31 çekerek her tarafıma boşalırlardı.
Onlar gittikten sonra babam banaa “Aferin kız! Çok iyi sikiştin!”der gülerek.
Sonra vıcık vıcık olmuş vücudumu seyreder, o vaziyette üstüme yatar ve beenii siker.
Sonra biir gün annem bizi sikişirken gördü.
Fakat sesini çıkarmadı.
Babam evde yokken banaa “Aferin,kız! Daha ufaksın amma ne güzel sikişiyorsun öyle! Babana siktirmen iyi oldu.
Been de biiraz rahatlarım, çünki baban çook azgındır.
Beeni günde 4-5 posta siker.
Şimdi arada seni sikiyor.
.
” dedi.

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Being left alone in my own office with the commanding, young black teenager was terrifying enough. She seemed so determined to get to the bottom of my failing business, and it was becoming even more intimidating for me.

In a million years, I would have never guessed that I would be placed into this type of a situation. Nor, would I have guessed that someone, like Alexis, would be taking over my staff in the manner she had been.

Alexis was just 18 years old, and here she was bossing around and directing seven older white women in their 40’s and 50’s. It seemed as if she had done this so easily, too, and in less than a months’ time.

Now, she was directing her attention towards me.

I am quite sure that she could tell I was trembling with nervousness as she walked around my office. Casually, she began looking over the items on my book shelf. For me, it was a very tense moment. I couldn’t figure out why I was so intimdated by such a young woman.

I sat there, simply clutching the arms of the large cushioned chair that Alexis had already anchored into place. It was right beside hers.

The young, black woman circled around my office in the most non-chalant of ways as she began to speak.

“You have questions for me, don’t you?” she asked.

I was nervous and afraid to ask anything that might set her off again. Yet, somehow my curiosity and concern got the best of me. I needed to ask the questions that were running through my mind since the moment I walked in.

“Y-Yes, I do.” I said softly and nervously.

I was beginning to get my voice back. I was frightened, yet I was also getting angry by the way she had been treating all of us. The things she was doing were completely incomprehensible to me at the time.

“What have you been doing?” I asked.

“Why are you being so mean?” I questioned.

“What did you do to Ginny, Beth, Tiffany, Cindy and the rest of my staff?” I asked, in a rather worried and unthinking tone.

Alexis simply strolled up to my side. Her close presence made me regret the tone I just used. Without hestitation, the young black woman grabbed the back of my long, blonde hair and arrogantly pulled my head back to her. She did this until my face was almost straight up and facing the ceiling.

She brought her beautiful face close to mine and began carressing the side of my cheek with one of her long, red fingernails.

“I told you.” she began. “I told you that you needed a black woman in this office.” she said.

The fear on my face had to be obvious. The petite black woman touched my face as if she was touching a pet. Suddenly, she squeezed the cheeks of my face firmly.

“It’s called black dominance.” she said.

“It means that a dumb white bitch, like you, will always submit to a black woman, like me.” she explained.

Her tone of voice was more arrogant and commanding as she released my face from her firm grip and walked over to her seat behind my desk.

She propped her heeled feet up onto my desk, and crossed them at the ankles with her right foot over the left. They were set just off to the left side of my chair now, a mere six inches away.

“As far as the others go … well, let’s just say that I made them understand.” she said.

The expression on this 18 year old woman’s beautiful face was cocky, arrogant and all-knowing. It was the look of a cat who had just swallowed a canary.

“W-What do you want from me?” I asked, now more concerned.

Alexis Barron sat back comfortably into what was once my desk chair. She pulled the large blue binder from the desk and plopped it right upon her lap.

“We’re going to go over your company portfolio and profit and loss reports line by line.” she said.

“I am going to show you how much of an incompetent, dumb white bitch you are.” she rudely said.

“But, we’re also going to talk about the new contract for the business I brought in.” she added.

She began flipping through the first pages of the PNL report as I sat there, in complete shock and awe. I was scared and embarrassed as she began to belittle me. The manner in which scolded me about the way I ran my business over the past two years was absolutely demoralizing.

Alexis was suddenly all business.

The young, black beauty chastised me for not watching the financials closely. She told me that my fixed costs were too high and that I had spent excessively on marketing strategies that were, what she said were “pathetic” and “idiotic.”

She began going over the loan I had taken out for the business. Then, she began discussing the product lines and bottle designs of the perfumes.

Then, she discussed the salaries and how I never had been overpaying low talent white women who were more like secretaries than business coordinators.

For the next several hours, Alexis went over every detail of my company’s profit and loss reports, line by line, and in the most excruciating detail.

The young black woman even pointed out that I had reported revenue to the IRS that were illegal.

My suadiye escort face was a crimson red from the total embarrassment that I felt. I was already tired from my long trip and now, after nearly 5 hours of being criticized for my imcompetent leadership, I began to grow weary.

I truly felt as if I was going to pass out from the humiliation. But, I did not know at that moment that this humiliation was just the beginning.

I had sat there listening to my new black employee for almost 5 hours. It was shocking how this teenaged woman was able to discover all the flaws in our business and marketing plans, and in such a short period of time.

In less than a month, Alexis Barron was able to point out all of my mistakes. She was able to secure control over a staff of older white women and get them working for her.

She was able to bring in new clients and open discussions with former clients. It wasn’t just the newest account that I knew about from the time I left for Oslo ten days ago. There were also 4 other new clients, and her contact with a half dozen customeres that stopped purchasing from us 2 years ago were now talking to her about new business.

It was shocking to me.

The young black woman even pointed out all the mistakes I had made with my personal finances.

She made me feel so incompetent that I could hardly move. I sat there motionless and amazed by her focus and businesslike mind. It was demoralizingly obvious that she completely and totally outclassed me in every way.

Yet, this was still just the beginning of her discussions with me. She wasn’t even close to being finished scolding and humiliating me.

Alexis told me we will now discuss the changes she had made while I was gone, and the future business plans she had developed.

“A-Alexis, please?” I pouted.

“Please. This is all too much. I am so tired. This is so embarrassing and I don’t want to continue this.” I said.

“I-I was thinking that I just want to shut the business down.” I explained.

The 18 year old black woman looked back into my eyes, an amused but determined look began to trace her full lips.

“Sit back!” she ordered.

“I said sit back and don’t move.” she repeated the order.

Her angry tone frightened me. Timidly, I sat back into my chair and looked at the stern face of Alexis Barron. She moved her large executive desk chair to within inches of mine and scooted up to the very edge of her seat.

Once again, she took her right hand and put it to my frightened face. She squeezed my cheeks a little more gently this time.

“Do you agree that you have been incompetent while running this business?” she asked.

“Y-Yes, Alexis.” I replied, defeatedly.

“Do you agree that you have made many mistakes that the IRS would thoroughly enjoy hearing about?” she asked.

Her gorgeous face drew even nearer.

“Y-Yes, I-I guess so.” I answered nervously.

“Do you admit that your offer to me was an insult to me, and to all black women?” she asked.

Her tone became angrier.

“Yes, Alexis. I-I do admit that … and, I’m terribly sorry for that but I …” I apologized.

She interupted my apology with another lighter slap across my face.

“That’s right. You should apologize.” she ripped.

There was a long pause as she looked deeper into my eyes.

Then, she continued as she realized that I wasn’t about to fight back.

“Do you admit that I am smarter than you?” she asked.

“Yes, Alexis. I do.” I whispered.

My face was already stinging and I didn’t want another slap from the younger black woman, but she was right. I couldn’t deny that.

“Do you agree that I’m a better leader, a stronger woman than you, and a far superior business woman than you are?” she drilled.

Her attitude was so dominant. Her words cut into me like razorblades.

“Y-Yes. Yes, Alexis I do agree.” I answered.

My eyes were drawn to the floor. I was so humiliated and embarrassed that my throat was beginning to close up as she continued holding onto my face with her right hand.

Alexis tilted my face upwards until my eyes met hers, once again.

“Look at me!” she commanded.

“Keep your eyes up to mine.” she ordered.

I opened my half-shut eyes to look at her beautiful and stern face.

“Do you think that I’m more beautiful than you are?” she asked.

“Y-Yes, I do Alexis.” I admitted, in a faint and defeated whisper.

She continued to make me look right into her captivating eyes.

“So, I am prettier than you. I am smarter. I am a stronger woman and a far better leader than you, aren’t I?” she asked.

My throat was dry. I could hardly utter a syllable. Yet, somehow I was able to a response.

“Yes.” I answered in my softest whisper yet.

Alexis Barron simply smiled. An almost evil grin began tracing her magnificent lips.

It was as if she was trying to humiliate and intimidate me by making me to admit everything she was saying. When I finally did, she yakacık escort appeared content with my defeat and released my face from her gentle, yet firm grip.

Yes, I truly felt defeated.

I felt scared and threatened. My reddened face from my embarrassment and the slaps from the black teenaged woman had to be obvious to her.

At this time, my thoughts of getting up and running away from her simply faded. I was unable to summon up enough courage to leave the chair she had put me in as I sat there wondering what could possibly come next.

The young black woman then leaned back into her own chair and scooted it forward, again. She reached down to her right and locked the rolling chair in place so it wouldn’t move. The seat of her chair was now pressed against the seat of my chair, leaving no room whatsoever for her legs.

You couldn’t have put a sheet of paper between the seats of our chairs now. Her legs had returned to the desk top, and her heeled feet remained relaxed and just off to my left arm.

I sat there and watched nervously as Alexis pulled out a manila folder and opened it. She lit a cigarette for herself, then scooted her backside sitting position to almost the edge of her seat, literally leaning way back and down into the chair to lounge comfortably.

I didn’t know what to expect next.

All that I felt was shame and humiliation by the fact that this young black woman was treating me this way. She was so confident and in control of herself. She handled herself with such poise, and in the most aggressive way that I had ever seen before.

The confidence of a woman so young and beautiful was completely overwhelming to me. She was so petite and small, barely 4’11” tall and 95 lbs., yet she exhibited such incredible boldness and arrogance for someone her age. Her intelligence, alone, made me feel inferior to her.

It was like I could never be on the same level as she was, and I knew it.

Alexis Barron knew it too.

The young, black woman had sensed my weakness from the very moment we met. Now, she knew I was feeling beaten and defeated. She knew that I could no longer fight her.

Quietly, I sat still watching Alexis leaning far back into her chair with her feet up on the desk to my left. She acted as if she was some sort of imperial egyptian black goddess about to lay down the law to one of her weak servants.

I was completely awed by the manner in which she presented herself.

With complete and utter cockiness, arrogance and rudeness, Alexis kicked off her black pumps and boldly placed her left stockinged foot right upon the upper most part of the left side of my chest, just below my shoulder. Her left heel essentially rested below the edge of my collarbone and I could already smell the deep, pungeant scent of her stockinged foot.

The younger black woman proceded to swing her right foot over and crossed it over her left, which was now crossed at the ankles. This placed her right nylon-covered foot literally flush into my worried face. She cockily “fanned” her well-worn stockinged toes an inch before my face. Then, with true arrogance, she “cupped” the toes of her right foot directly over my nose while she settled into her large chair.

It was such an unbelievably arrogant thing to do to me.

The stockings Alexis Barron was wearing that day were so well worn, as if she had purposely worn them for days on end. They were a coffee-tone brown shade and had these unusually enormous darker reinforcements right across the toes of them. Her pantyhosed feet were reminiscent of the stockings many women wore in the late 1950’s.

I simply could not believe the arrogance of this black teenager.

My fear and humiliation kept me anchored there with little more than a meager gasp as the young black woman firmly pressed her nyloned toes to my face.

My arms remained down on the arms of my own chair, submissively. I just didn’t know what to think or do at the time as the teenager continued degading me.

The firmness of Alexis’ nylon-stockinged foot eased up as she looked directly into my eyes, her size 5 foot remaining in full contact with my face at all times. I’m sure that the view of me from her perspective amused her as she could only see my eyes peering over the very tips of the stockinged toes of her right foot.

She barely smiled in an uncaring way before she began to speak again.

“Is there a problem?” she asked, meanly and sarcastically.

I wasn’t sure how to respond. I simply nodded a “no” out of complete fear.

Alexis had a noticeably evil smile.

“Good. Then, we shall continue.” she said.

Cockily, she started wriggling and wiggling her silky and pungeant toes on my face while she perused the items in her folder.

“I made some changes.” she told me.

And, there were so many changes!

The first thing Alexis changed was the design of the perfume bottles. These designs and names were ones we had been selling for years.

She added a miniature red kitten’s collar to each of şerifali escort the bottles, which she told me would be the new symbol for my company. She flashed a few drawings to me from her sitting position.

There had to be 15 drawings, all with different bottle designs that had a miniature red leather kitten’s collar around the necks of the bottles.

They were impressive designs.

“That’s one of the reasons why everyone was wearing a red cat’s collar around their necks when you walked in.” she said. “And, they will continue to.” she added.

“Essentially, it’s our new moniker.” she explained.

The drawings she made were so different from the old-fashioned styles my late husband had designed many years before. I could hardly believe the changes.

Sitting there and listening to the young Alexis was demeaning. She casually and nonchalantly “writhed” and “smeared” the reinforced toes of her nyloned foot over my face an nose without a care in the world.

She was almost ignoring me and any opinion I might have as she looked over the remaining items in the folder.

“I also changed the names of the perfumes and most of the marketing strategies.” she said.

Alexis went on to explain that the 6 existing perfumes would be changed by adding another component of pheromone. They will have more progressive and youthful names, and they would be marketed exclusively to african-american women and other women of color.

I almost could not believe my ears?!

One thing that I never envisioned was that a perfume could be actually designed for a specific race of people.

“How is that possible?” I asked myself.

Alexis looked at me and saw that look of disbelief in my eyes.

“You don’t approve?” she asked.

With the young black woman’s stockinged foot practically planted in my face, it was impossible to say a word.

“Well, I have these contracts that tell me otherwise.” she said, holding up a group of papers.

Alexis continued to explain.

Not only had she acquired a new customer for 150,000 dollars of business each month, but she also had 4 additional new smaller customers combining for that same amount. In addition, she had spoken to a half dozen of our former customers about the idea and they were all interested.

“Some of your old customers want to see my presentations in a few weeks, which I will have ready.” Alexis explained.

It was shocking. I had been trying with those former customers for two full years!? Now, Alexis had scheduled meetings with them to review the new product lines later that month.

And, Alexis had already set up the development for 9 additional perfumes!

“Product development for the new perfumes will begin next week. It will take a few months but I already have the names and bottle designs.” she continued.

“Oh, and that first contract you signed. Remember that?” she asked me.

My face was red and I felt nearly suffocated by the strong and demoralizing scent of her nylon stockinged foot, which was arrogantly planted over my nose and face. I simply nodded a “yes” and had this look of confusion in my eyes.

“Well …” she began, “… and, I’m sure you won’t mind since I deserve it … but, I made sure that contract compensated me the way it should.” she told me.

“W-What do you m’mean, Alexis?” I asked, my voice muffled by her size 5 foot on my face.

The young black woman simply turned to the last page of that contract, then turned it to face me, bringing it closer to me by extending her arm. Alexis didn’t move her sitting position to show it to me.

It was now a mere few feet before my eyes but I could still read it clearly.

The last paragraph was now highlighted in a bright yellow color, making it easier to read. It wasn’t that way when I hurriedly signed it before my trip to Oslo. As I read it, I was astounded and humiliated by the fact that I had missed that important paragraph.

There, right where the salesperson’s commission was written into the contract was Alexis Barron’s name and the commission she had written in.

Unbelieveably, where the standard commission for a sales rep was typically 1 percent, it was written in to show as “Alexis Barron, 11 percent.”

“Oh my god?” I uttered under my breath. “Alexis, we can’t afford that.” I said in desperation.

She stopped my words instantly by pressing the ball of her right nylon-covered foot over my lips.

“Yes, we can!” she shouted.

“I made many other changes too.” she snapped.

The amount this young, black woman was claiming for her commission was staggering. This 11 percent would give her a 16,500 dollar salary each month, or a 198,000 dollar annual salary!

“B-But, the others Alexis … I-I c-can’t …” I pleaded.

Once again, Alexis Barron interupted me.

“It’s already done.” she said, authoritatively.

“The others’ salaries have already been adjusted, as has yours. They have all signed compensatory agreements for the next two years, and you will be doing the same.” she told me.

I was absolutely motified.

There was no chance this could have happened. She didn’t have the authority to do any of the things she was doing, and had done. There was no chance that I was going to let this young black woman get away with this!

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Greville Hambleton tried hard not to think of the ginger sissy; he was married to a fiercely independent woman who was very much in charge in the bedroom, and who knew all too well of Greville’s weakness for effeminate transgendered she-males. As he was often cuckolded, Tara his wife being partial to sampling cock, she turned a blind eye to his discretions. Like a lot of otherwise heterosexual males who enjoy the assertive control by the superior sex, he had a keen dominant streak which revealed itself with a preference for younger ladies, and even more so for sweet effeminate sissies. His cock stiffened as he thought of the call from Clara Bow, and turned his horse toward Honeysuckle Cottage, which lay no more than a quarter of a mile from the rear of the academy wall; there lay the promise of soft affection.

Martha Blandish smiled wickedly as she pulled the corset stay tight around the incredibly slender waist of Faith Merrick; the soft young thing she had been guardian of since being brought to her in her early teens. The smile broadened as she heard the familiar clip-clop of horse’s hooves outside the cottage. Faith’s cheeks quivered in the silk panties as the stay was tied and Martha squeezed the shoulder of the 23 year old, who still looked as though she were in her mid-teens.

“Well, this is going to be someone’s lucky day! What perfect timing; I told you he’d be along again soon, he knows how you pine for him.” Faith Merrick stood in tight corset, long slender legs in black stockings with a pert little bottom further accentuated by the restricting garment; her nicely proportioned breasts also made a little more prominent by the squeeze of the black Basque. The only thing that gave away her origins as once being Freddie Merrick was the bulge at the front of her panties; a bulge which increased on realising that Master Hambleton was paying a visit. He never came to see how Martha Blandish was respecting the tenancy of the cottage, which his family owned, though the amount paid in rental was always affected by his visits. Faith shyly covered herself with a white shawl as Martha put on her coat and opened the door to Greville.

“Oh! Mr kaynarca escort Hambleton. I was just on my way out, but I’m sure Faith can make you a coffee.” Greville blushed as the portly woman winked at him as she passed and walked up the garden path. He closed the door behind her and his cock stiffened as he viewed the shapely figure of the T-girl who had attended the academy from the age of 17 until she was 22. She stood perched on high heels, the shawl just covering her panties; her long feminine legs shimmered in the black stockings, and her sweet vulnerable look made her all the more inviting. Greville’s cock stiffened to rigidity as he moved toward her and sniffed at her soft brown hair; his balls tingled urgently as he tugged at the shawl and Faith let it fall to the floor. Faith shivered a little as he squeezed her soft white upper arms and viewed her pretty little breasts and waspish waist in the corset. He smiled warmly as he noted the little bulge in the front of her panties.

“I’m so pleased to see you again Faith, I see you are pleased to see me too; are you going to be a good girl for your master today, or will I need to punish you?” Faith loved being submissive and was partial to being whipped or caned, bur she had not had relief in some time and was anxious to come whilst dressed in her new corset; it made her feel extra girly, not that there was a chance that anyone not knowing her would consider her masculine. Her boy-clitty bulged uncontrollably in her silky panties.

“I will be a good girl today. Please may I take master to my room and suck his cock?” Hambleton licked his lips and ushered the willing sissy to the stairs. He allowed her to walk two steps ahead; it was a pre-sex ritual that both enjoyed, he watched her sweet bottom as she stepped two stairs higher than he; she felt his eyes where his cock would shortly follow. In her bedroom she peeled off her panties and knelt submissively on the hearth rug, her little cock pointing excitedly. Greville stripped urgently, leaving his clothes on the floor; his cock rigid and needy. Faith’s anus tingled with pleasure as he moved toward her and let her sniff and lick his küçükyalı escort aching member. She smiled sweetly and looked up at her master with loving eyes as her soft lips slid over Greville’s bulbous bell-end, making him groan and shudder with pleasure. He grabbed her hair and thrust his cock deep into the soft warmth of her throat; far from gagging, Faith sucked longingly at the stiff cock she knew would soon be teasing her prostate.

Close to coming, Greville pulled his cock clear of her mouth and pointed to the bed. Without hesitation, Faith obediently lay down with her ass high in the air; she whimpered submissively as a strong hand clasped her hairless little scrotum and a tongue swiftly lapped at the musky perfume of her asshole. She felt the bed sag as he climbed on, then she clenched her effeminate little fists as her wrists were grabbed, and her little cock stiffened as his slipped sweetly in the crack of her ass, then probed deep into her tight pussy with no mercy, making her gasp with pleasure.

Martha stared then smiled wickedly as she viewed the rear wall as she walked up to the academy; at this one point, she could see between a close copse of trees and the rear wall, at a point where the small stream which ran through the grounds, left through an archway in the wall. She watched with interest from behind a large Oak as Bruce Janner lifted the railings like a gate, and tip-toed on stepping stones as he pulled it closed again behind him before disappearing into the grounds of the academy. Her pussy buzzed as she thought of catching him in the act; she would love to be in attendance to watch Clara Bow and other Directors of the academy, such as Tara Hambleton, serve punishment on an adult male. Young Janner would have to agree to whatever punishment or be exposed publicly, and Martha knew all too well how much Clara and Tara loved to cane males.

Pepper was feeling at home as she prepared herself for her first night at the academy; her nails were so pretty in pink and her friends giggled and joked from their beds, as Pepper too, slipped into the soft and luxuriant bed; this was one thing she had not expected sancaktepe escort of this stark academy. Her little cock stiffened on the silky sheets as her bottom clenched at the ceramic plug. She squeezed her puffy little breasts with her fingers and tingled as she recalled shooting her cream at the picture of the masked man. She was about to drift off to sleep when she heard Lucy talking.

“Don’t forget, it’s your turn tonight Hannah.” The brunette merely giggled in response, and then there was an audible clunk, which made Pepper look over inquisitively. The tops of the bedside cabinets were to be kept clear, except for a tumbler of water; this was one of the academy rulings; so Pepper was surprised to see Hannah’s ceramic plug also on top of the cabinet; why would she do this? Her question was answered as she heard the dormitory door creak open, and a hooded figure in what looked like a monk’s habit, strode silently into the room. Pepper gasped as she saw the habit drop, and a large male, naked but for a mask, slipped into bed with Hannah. The other girls were silent as gentle, male groans and soft pleasurable whimpering was heard from Hannah.

Cosmo Stafford’s cock remained rock hard as he fingered Hannah’s soft, hot little anus and felt the contours of her body; as a director of the company, he combined his fetish for fondling sissies with the task of checking their development. Key factors indicated their readiness for the outside world; body shape, scent, receptiveness and general submissiveness being the main points. Stafford never tired of the task; wanking as he surveyed them from spy-holes was exciting enough, but the feel and scent of their soft bodies was a real perk of the job. He knew the new arrival would know he was there; the thought of her wondering what was happening to her new friend excited him all the more and he grunted with pleasure as he spurted his cream all over the soft contours of Hannah’s naked body.

He kissed her forehead softly as he then took her little cock and milked her to orgasm. Pepper’s cock was rigid as the fear and excitement took hold of her, though she welcomed the noise she now heard her friend make; she was obviously being pleased. Stafford left as swiftly as he had arrived, and Hannah jumped from the bed, giggling and took herself to the en-suite shower. Pepper watched as the other two left their beds and went and sat on Hannah’s, awaiting her return. Pepper joined them.

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WARNING! THIS IS A WORK OF EROTIC FICTION. IT IS ADULT ORIENTED MATERIAL OF A SEXUAL NATURE. The copyright of this story remains with the author, Night Owl. This posting does not give you the rights to post this on any website without obtaining the author’s permission first.

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(Story Content: M/f, Exhibitionism, Mind Control)

Ashley Follett was about as straight-laced as they came. She had a round face, high cheekbones and an endearing smile with dimples to boot. Her golden chestnut hair was parted on one side and cascaded around her shoulders to add a sexy twist to her all-American charm. She was a Morman, so she didn’t drink, didn’t do drugs, and up until six months ago, she didn’t even date anyone seriously until she met Nick. It was then, her personality started to change.

This bizarre transformation couldn’t have been more evident to Ashley’s friends than last Saturday night when she performed a stunt that would shock everyone in their little hometown of Flower Mound, Texas.

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The 4:30 crowd had already descended on Rick’s Coffee Shop by the time Ashley, Kelsi Waylan, and Jenni Tremane, sat down to exchange the day’s gossip. The three seniors at Marcus High School were only three weeks away from graduating, so spirits were high. Seated in their favorite booth near the window, the girls sipped ice coffees and traded sweet girlish lies for close on an hour. Their laughter could be heard tinkling above busy murmur of the cafe, their eyes danced with pure teenaged mischief. The conversation died down briefly when Nick Tyler and his friend Billy Rupp joined the group.

Kelsi didn’t like Nick very much. He was a dominant alpha-male type, and though Ashley was hardly a lightweight herself, she seemed a bit meek and submissive around him, as if she were doing it deliberately to keep the peace, for Nick would tolerate no disagreements from her in any situation.

With the boys present, their talk quickly turned to sports and cars. Occasionally, Billy would steal a glance at Kelsi, who was arguably the most attractive girl in their booth, but she would have nothing to do with him either. Finally, she managed to steer the discussion to gymnastics and the recent Texas State Finals where Ashley took gold in the Floor, Vault, and Bars routines. Her friend had been studying gymnastics since she was six years old, and her physical skills were the stuff of legend around Marcus High.

“Ashley can do one hell of hand stand,” Nick broke in. “You wouldn’t know it to look at her, Billy, but she’s pretty damn strong for a girl. Just last night I watched her do one for 90 seconds.”

This was no news to Kelsi and Jen, for they had seen Ashley demonstrate the routine before, usually during gym class, but Billy didn’t believe it.

“A minute and a half?” he scoffed, “You’re bullshittin’ me.”

“Ten bucks says she can do it.” Nick challenged, “in fact, let’s make it an even TWO MINUTES.”

“You’re on.”

Ashley was very quiet during the discussion, which was strange to Kelsi. Typically, her friend would have answered any challenge like this, especially if came from a guy, but now, she just sat there and let her boyfriend do the talking for her. In fact, she had barely uttered a word since he arrived.

“So where are we going to do this?” Billy asked.

“Right here, of course.”

Jenni almost spilled her coffee.

“Are you kidding?” Kelsi glared at him, then looked over to Ashley, who still said nothing.

“Why not? We’ll have plenty of witnesses,” Nick then winked at his friend. “This way, no one can welsh on the bet.”

“Sounds fair to me,” Billy added with a sly grin.

Kelsi and Jen glanced around them. The coffee shop was full of people, and fikirtepe escort hardly the place for a girl to perform a handstand. Even worse, Ashley was wearing a summer dress with spaghetti straps and the hem cut just above her knees.

“So what do you say, pet? Ten bucks?”

(Nick always called Ashley ‘pet’, supposedly as a term of affection.)

The trim, pretty 18-year-old considered the suggestion for maybe five seconds

before her assent. Slipping lithely out of the booth, Ashley stood up and began adjusting her dress, automatically smoothing her wispy floral skirt over her bare legs underneath. She kicked off one sandal, then the other. Strangely enough, the fact that she would be displaying her virginal white underwear to every patron in the restaurant seemed to have been lost on her.

The thought certainly occurred to her friends, however.

Jenni raised her voice to just above a whisper in sudden alarm,

“Ash, what are you DOING?!” she exclaimed, her eyes as round as saucers. “You’re wearing a DRESS, we’re sitting in a crowded diner!! EVERYBODY will see your PANTIES.”

Kelsi was in complete agreement, “You can’t do that in HERE!! Do you

want everyone in town to know what you’re WEARING??” Both girls were

utterly mortified.

Ashley answered their pleas with a gaze that was almost void of all emotion. Then she glanced over to Nick, and for a subtle moment, that vacant expression in her blue eyes melted into a plea for mercy, as if her boyfriend had complete control of her actions, and that only HE could release her from the embarrassing display she was about to commit herself to.

“Go ahead, pet,” Nick urged her on.

Straight-laced as she was, when it came to gymnastics, Ashley was intense and aggressive, and had no problem performing some of the riskiest numbers in front of hundreds of people. And technically, she wouldn’t be showing of any more of herself compared to the skin tight leotards she wore at each tournament, but that still didn’t make this any easier for Kelsi and Jenni to watch!

Stepping back from the edge of the table, she found a clear space about six feet from the booth and judged she would have just enough room to maneuver. By this time, the conversation had attracted the attention of the entire cafe. Heads turned, other conversations died and an expectant hush fell over the room. Even the waiters were craning their necks to see what was going on.

Most gymnasts have fierce, compact, flexible bodies, while dancers are light, limber and strong, though not overly muscled. Ashley’s figure fell somewhere in between. Her legs and arms were well-toned like that of an athlete’s, yet still very feminine-looking in a dress. Her smooth skin was a light bronze color and flawless. Although she wasn’t all that tall to most people (being only 5’5″), in the gymnastics world she was much taller than most of her teammates and competitors who generally measured anywhere from 4’8″ to 5’2″. This height difference hadn’t stopped Ashley from competing and winning most of her routines. In fact, she could even use her height to an advantage on the bars. Her favorite event though was the floor exercise, for that was when she could really display her dance and tumbling skills. The blue leotard she wore was always cut very high around the thighs and derriere to show off every smooth muscle in her powerful legs, and her abilities were always admired by both boys and girls — obviously for different reasons.

“I’ll watch your time,” Nick checked his wristwatch. “Wait until I give you the word, and remember, that’s TWO minutes.”

Ashley nodded her head, and drew a long breath.

Kelsi shook her head in complete exasperation. Ashley was actually going through with this! Her best friend was about to model her dainty white underwear for everyone in gebze escort the restaurant. And why? Because this jerk she was dating made a ten dollar bet! And who was HE to tell her what to do? Kelsi had never felt so embarrassed in her entire life. She buried her face in her hands, peeking through the bars of her fingers. If this got out, they’d NEVER live it down!

Ashley stood there for a moment to contemplate the move, her eyes never leaving the dirty tiled floor. Everyone in the cafe was staring at her now, many still completely unaware as to what this pretty girl in the spaghetti strap floral dress was really up to.

“On the count of three,” Nick’s eyes darted between Ashley and his watch. “ONE.”

Ashley slowly raised her hands high above her head, exposing her smooth, hollowed armpits to the crowd.

“TWO.”

Her body became a supple, elegant curve as she drew in a calming breath. All eyes followed her motion while she went over, bracing her palms flat to the floor.

“THREE.”

Gracefully arching her spine, she flew up into a perfectly controlled handstand — her naked legs as straight as arrows, her toes extended towards the ceiling. An admiring gasp went up from the booths.

The thin, almost diaphanous skirt immediately fell away and hung upside down from her waist like a rush of floral fabric. Dozens of jaws dropped simultaneously. Ashley adjusted the position of her arms by shifting the palms, then brought her heels slowly together, toes still pointed.

Just as anticipated by her friends, the move exposed everything under her skirt to the crowd, but what the girls didn’t expect was that she would be wearing the skimpiest g-string they had ever seen! It was bright white, as innocent as virgin snow, yet the tiny front offered scarcely enough coverage for female modesty, while the strings in back merely trailed deep between the cheeks of her bare tush. Both Kelsi and Jen stared open-mouthed at each other, then at their friend, unable to believe that “straight-laced Ashley” was actually doing this!

“Let’s work those legs, pet,” Nick said.

Slowly and seductively, Ashley bent one knee sharply forward while keeping her toes pointed. Her form was flawless, arms locked in position, effortlessly (if not miraculously) holding up the rest of her 5’5″ body. Her legs looked even longer than usual, calves, thighs and buttocks smooth and beautifully sculpted like that of a professional dancer. The skirt covered her face and upper arms completely, but her long, straight chestnut hair could still be seen underneath sweeping the floor. Her softly chiseled abs and belly button was also clearly visible.

“THIRTY SECONDS,” Nick announced while looking at his watch.

Ashley’s heels came back into line. Her body became a taunt, rigid javelin aimed at the sky. She seemed breathless with concentration. An eternity seemed to pass while she realigned her center of gravity. Then slowly, imperceptibly, her feet began to separate again.

Inch by inch, with infinite patience, Ashley extended her legs in a classic ‘scissors’ — right leg thrusting forward, straight as a foil, left leg slicing back. Her long, sleek thighs trembled slightly as she locked her knees into the forward splits, toes still ‘in point’.

Her stringy undies had been on full exhibition for nearly a minute now. Kelsi and Jen stared open-mouthed at their friend; everyone in the restaurant stared. People were actually pausing in the street, looking in through the window. By the end of the afternoon, the news would have spread all over town. Ashley’s little stunt would be the hot topic at school Monday morning with detailed descriptions of what she had been wearing underneath that dress — down to every lacy pattern!

“ONE MINUTE . . .”

Ashley slowly raised her legs again and touched her heels lightly together. içerenköy escort She paused three seconds, then began moving her pointed feet outward until her legs formed a V.

Amazingly, her arms remained rock-steady and ramrod-straight as she kept the pose. Then, slowly and carefully, she bent her head back from under the skirt and arched her back a little to keep her balance, while stretching her legs out even further until they were parallel to the floor in the shape of a T!

There were whistles of appreciation from a few of the man. A flash bulb went off somewhere near the back of the restaurant. Ashley’s g-string was clearly in view now with the dainty front straining between the smooth, wide-open curvature of her inner thighs. The white material in front shimmered under the fluorescent lights above. From behind, the tight cheeks of her firm derriere pressed together in perfect half-moon shapes with the string burrowed deep within.

“ONE MINUTE, THIRTY SECONDS . . .”

Kelsi watched, spellbound, her face burning with a high, crimson blush. Ashley had been hanging upside down with her skirt over her head for close to two minutes. Her lacy ‘G’ was extremely pretty. No point denying that one. Yet her unmentionables were not meant to be exhibited like this. Never before in her entire life, had she felt so embarrassed; almost as if it were HER pink silk panties being displayed to all and sundry. What was even worse, was that Kelsi’s trained eye could clearly make out the faint rosy hue of baby-smooth pink though the gossamer lace, affirming that her friend had done much more than just trim the hair a little between her legs. She had shaved it off completely!

Under the dress, Ashley’s arms were finally starting to tremble. Her body swayed a little and her taut stomach quivered, signaling that her lungs were now struggling for the air her muscles desperately needed to maintain the rest of her body in its upside-down areal splits. She still held the position though, with no complaints, while everyone else gawked at the display.

“TEN . . . NINE . . . EIGHT . . . SEVEN . . .”

Filling her depleted lungs with a deep, final inhalation, she carefully raised her feet towards the roof and clipped her heels together, signaling the end of the routine.

“That’s it! TWO MINUTES!”

Folding at the waist, she dropped lightly down onto her feet. The skirt slid neatly back into place, affording the crowd a final, fleeting glimpse of her lush, round bottom. She completed the movement by lifting her hands in a smoothly executed dismount, as if she’d just pin wheeled off the beam at gym.

Ashley slipped back into the booth, her cheeks flushed and her eyes glittering with shy pleasure.

“Wow!” Billy drew an excited breath as he handed Nick the money. “Now that was worth the ten bucks!”

She took another sip of her iced coffee, glancing around the table to gauge her friends’ reactions. Kelsi looked bemused, and still goggle-eyed with disbelief. Jenni was incapable of meeting her gaze. The seconds tapped by in lip-biting silence. Ashley finished her IC and set the glass down on the table.

“Well?” Kelsi finally asked, eyebrows raised in cool inquiry. “Was it worth it?”

Ashley shrugged with disarming innocence. Her former indifference had

returned; her blush was fading to a subtle rose tint as she glanced abstractly out the booth window. Lowering her pulse rate presented no real problems for her. Breathing control was one of the first things you learned in this particular discipline.

Nick seemed completely unaware of the thoughts being exchanged between the girls — or he just didn’t care.”

“Two minutes”, Billy shook his head in admiration. “I still can’t believe she pulled it off.”

“We’ll have to aim for THREE, next time,” Nick gave Ash a pat on the knee. “How about double or nothing, Billy?”

“No way,” his friend glanced around the room, then he laughed, “though I’ll bet you could take up a collection here and make twenty times as much.”

Nick laughed too and nodded in agreement. The girls said nothing.

End

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I first met my cousin Jamie when we were kids. She was from down south, so we only saw each other a couple of times a year — major holidays, weddings, etc. She was about two years younger than me — I was 7 and she was 5. I don’t think we saw each other more than 10 times before I was 12.

Her dad was a deadbeat, and her mom was an alcoholic. By the time she was 10 years old, her life was hell. Her dad had left for another woman, and her mom was too drunk to take care of her. She spent a couple of years being bounced back and forth between their two homes — he’d take care of her until he got bored playing house, then he’d ship her back to her mom. She’d be fine for a month or so until she ran out of booze money, then Jamie would get shipped right back to her dad. After a couple of years of this, my father offered to take her in.

My parents were also divorced. I lived across town with mom. My father had remarried a woman who had a son of her own — a boy named Ryan, who was 9 when Jamie moved in. Jamie had been through a lot at that point, and everybody needed a period of adjustment. It didn’t take long, though — she quickly got enrolled in school and made friends very quickly.

She had to talk to someone about it — she didn’t want any trouble in the house so she couldn’t talk to my dad or stepmom. She knew how cruel other kids could be, so there was no way she’d be telling any of her friends. So I ended up being the one she confided in. I always kept anything she told me to myself, so she trusted me with just about everything.

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By the time she had hit high school (I was a junior), we had become the best of friends. She was 14 now. She was a bit on the chunky side, but was still attractive and popular. She was far, far more mature than your average 14 year old both mentally and physically. She was taking all honors courses and was in the top of her class, along with being in multiple after-school activities. The fact that she had also developed an ample set of breasts was both a blessing and a curse — she certainly liked the attention that she was getting from the boys at school, but she was also getting the same attention from Ryan, and he was barely trying to hide the fact that he was trying to peek in on her, or barge into the bathroom when he knew she was in there. To avoid the situation, she immersed herself in her after-school activities and tried to stay out as much as possible. If she wasn’t at school or at some event, she was at my place.

She had come by my place before a track event one time to hang out for a couple of hours. We were talking about the usual stuff that kids talk about — relationships, how much we hate our teachers, skipping school, stuff like that — when she realized that she was running late and had to get ready for her event. She reached for her backpack and started pulling out her uniform and sweat pants. I expected her to head to the bathroom to change when she started to reach over and remove her shirt.

“Jamie, wait. I’m still here. I’ll step out for a sec so you can change up.” I said.

“No, it’s OK Ted. I trust you with my life. I know you won’t do anything.”

I actually didn’t know what to do. I had never seen a pair of breasts before. A million thoughts went through my head in the span of one second, and I was afraid of how I’d react. I even surprised myself — I didn’t gawk. I didn’t get a hard on. What I saw standing in front of me was a very beautiful girl. Not “Sexy”. Beautiful. A girl who respected me and trusted me with all her heart and soul, and she deserved to have that respect returned. I don’t know if she ever realized it, but at that moment, she taught me to have tuzla escort a level of respect for women and their bodies that I still carry to this day, and I consider it one of the most important lessons of my life.

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Things had really changed by the time Jamie hit 16. She was still a bit chunky, but also still a very attractive girl. She was also very headstrong, to the point of being a control freak. She knew what she wanted, she knew how to get it, and would not take no for an answer. She was on birth control, and always insisted that any boy she was with used a condom. She was very, very selective about the boys she dated — if they were only looking for one thing, they would quickly find themselves looking elsewhere. She wanted serious relationships, and would not waste her time on boys who would not or could not provide it.

I was 18 by this point. I had also changed significantly — I was 6’2″ and had taken a side job doing some roofing, and while I didn’t have “rock hard abs” or anything like that, my arms were huge. I also had a very deep voice, which made me very intimidating if you didn’t know me. Most people didn’t bother to mess with me, and those who did quickly found out that it was a very bad idea.

Jamie was having trouble with one particular boy who absolutely refused to leave her alone. To give a brief description of his looks and attitude, think Biff Tannen from “Back to the Future”. He was pretty much Biff — somewhat big, arrogant, full of himself, and thought he was God’s gift to women. Problem was — I was no George McFly. Jamie had told me that he was giving her trouble, so I decided to have a talk with him.

We go to her locker, and sure enough, here comes Chris.

“Hey, Jamie. Wanna go out tonight?”

“Look, I’ve already told you. No. Now just leave me alone.” She said.

“Aw, come on. You don’t know wha —”

I interrupted: “Jamie asked you to leave her alone. Now I’m telling you to.”

“Who the hell are you?” He said.

“Never mind who I am. Just walk away.”

“Yeah?” he said. “What the fuck are you goi—-“

BAM!!! My fist ends up putting a solid dent in the locker right next to him. “Walk away or I drop you with the next one.”

“Fuck you.” . Those were his last words before he hit the ground. As he starts to get back up, “What the fuck is your probl—” was all he could get out before he was down again. He didn’t try to get up a second time. He got the hint, and that was the last time he went near her.

“Thanks, Ted.” Jamie said. “Always good to have someone like you around”. She had given me a smile that I had never seen before on her. I didn’t quite know what to make of it.

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I had moved into my own place by the time she hit 18 and graduated high school. She had come over to my place when I had a housewarming party, meeting my friend Kevin. He was a good looking guy, but had a reputation for being a complete octopus and not taking no for an answer. But he was good looking, and Jamie was definitely interested.

I tried warning her about his reputation and that dating him was not a good idea. But she was determined, and insisted that she could take care of herself. So at her request, and against my better judgement, I hooked them up. Things went fine for the first couple of dates. It was date
that was the problem. She had every intention of doing at least some fooling around, but didn’t want to sleep with him yet. I don’t know exactly how far they got before she decided to put a stop to it, but it did involve the removal of at least some of her clothing. She was too hysterical to tell me exactly what happened — all I know is göztepe escort that she had to grab her clothes and try to put them on while running. She made it to my house crying hysterically. I never did get the full story of what happened — all I know is it involved Kevin not taking no for an answer, the fact that she left her pocketbook and keys at his place, and a couple of bruises on her arms. That was all I needed to see.

I drove to Kevin’s house and knocked on the door.

“Oh, Hi Ted.”

“Look, don’t pretend that nothing happened.” I said. “Just give me her keys and her pocketbook and don’t call her again.”

“What did that bitch tell you? ” Kevin said.

“If you call her that or anything else again, I’ll drop you where you stand.”

“WHAT DID THAT FUCKING CU—”.

He didn’t get a chance to finish that sentence before he hit the floor. “Don’t call her again. Ever.

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Jamie was visibly upset by the time I got back to the house. I walked in the door and dropped her purse and keys on the table.

“Thank you. ” she said.

“It’s ok. Are you all right?” I replied.

“Take a look at me. ”

So I did. Her clothes were a bit torn from stumbling around and running, and I informed her of the bruises I saw.

“Fucking bastard” she said, as she took her shirt and bra off. “Did he leave any other bruises?”

I looked at her back and saw nothing. “Nope. Only the ones on your arms. Want a change of clothes?”

“Sure.”

I gave her a pair of my sweat pants and an old T-Shirt I had laying around. She went to take a bath and came out some time later wearing them. I was laying in bed by this point about to call it a night. I didn’t know if she was planning on staying or not, but she knew her way around the place and knew that my house was always open to her. She didn’t have to ask permission for anything.

She came in and sat at the edge of the bed, saying “You know, you’re the only guy I’ve ever known who’s treated me with this much respect. All the other guys either just want sex or are complete jerks.”

I just looked at her, smiled, and said “You know I love ya, and I’d do anything for ya. “

She replied with “Sometimes, I wish you weren’t my cousin.”

I don’t know how long we stared at each other after she said that, and I don’t even know what happened next. But the next thing I knew, I was sitting up in bed, and we were locked in a very, very passionate kiss. Her hand reached up for the back of my head at the same time mine had reached for hers, our tongues dancing.

“Jamie, should we be –“

“Not tonight, Ted. Don’t argue with me tonight.” She whispered. I looked into her eyes and could instantly tell that she had thought this through. She knew what she wanted, and there was no way she was taking no for an answer. And there was no way in hell I was going to try to fight it.

With her hand still holding my head, I moved from her mouth, kissing her chin and making my way down the front of her neck. She welcomed me by tipping her head back and pushing my head closer. The slight panting indicated that I was doing exactly what she had wanted.

My hand moved from the back of her head and down to the T-Shirt I had given her. I grabbed a handful of the back of her shirt and quickly ripped it over the top of her head, flinging it somewhere across the room. This was far from the first time I had ever seen her breasts, but it was the first time I had ever looked at them in a sexual way. God, were they beautiful. She had to have been in the DD range, and her nipples and areolas were bright, bright pink. My hand moved from her back to üsküdar escort one nipple as my mouth was moving from her neck to the other. My tongue and fingers started playing with her nipples, which quickly responded by becoming as hard as little pebbles.

I moved her onto her back, laying on the bed, and resumed playing with her nipples. Her fingernails were slowly tracing little claw marks into my back as she got more and more excited. I proceeded to move between her breasts, down her stomach, to the edge of the sweat pants. Those quickly got discarded as well. Her hands once again find the back of my head, guiding me down to the heavenly garden that was now revealed. My tongue began to work furiously on her clit as she grabbed handfuls of my hair, pushing me further in and moaning in approval. There was no more gentile tracing of my back — she had let go of my head and her fingernails were now deeply embedded in my shoulders.

The panting became louder and more furious as she reached her first climax. My fingers had now joined my tongue and were buried deep inside her, heightening the sensations of the moment. It took her a couple of minutes to come back down, and then she proceeded to flip me onto my back.

That few seconds allowed me to achieve something resembling rational thought. “Jamie, I don’t have any condoms.” I said.

Her only reply was “Shhh.”

I don’t even remember how my pants came off. But the next thing I knew, she was straddling me and guiding me inside her. That first blissful moment when I entered her gave me a feeling that I’ll never forget. That feeling alone was stronger than any orgasm I ever had. She was unlike any girl I had ever been with before. With most girls, we’d spend some time trying to find a nice rhythm. There was no rhythm with her. She knew how to move in such a way that every thrust felt completely different than the last. Every thrust felt like I was entering her for the first time again. Some thrusts were fast, others were slow. Sometimes she’d sit down with me buried all the way inside her for a couple of seconds, while other times, she’d stay with just the tip in her. Sometimes she’d move up and down, while other times she’d grind her hips. But every sensation felt different. Every sensation was totally new. And every one of them was wonderful.

I moved her onto her back, in the missionary position, and tried to replicate the lessons she had just taught me. I continually changed the speed of my thrusts and moved as much as I could. Her hand was once again at the back of my head, but this time she wasn’t pulling me closer. She wanted to look deep into my eyes, and wanted me looking deep into hers, the only sounds we were making was the heavy breathing.

“I’m gonna cum, Jamie.” I said, as I indicated that I was going to pull out. She’d have none of that. Her eyes never left mine. She looked even more deeply into my eyes as she wrapped her legs around me as tightly as she could, preventing me from leaving her. At this point, it wasn’t her absolutely beautiful breasts. It wasn’t the amazing sex that we were having. It wasn’t even the forbidden pleasure of having sex with my cousin. It was that deep, intense look in her eyes — a look that I have never seen in any woman before or since. It was almost indescribable, and gave me a feeling that I had never felt before. That look in her eyes is what did it — I couldn’t hold out any more, and released myself deep inside her.

I’ve always heard that there’s a difference between sex and making love. I never realized how much of a difference there was until I made love to Jamie that night. When you’re making love to someone who loves you as much as you love them, there’s a feeling you get that simply transcends sex. When I felt Jamie’s legs wrap around me, and I looked into her eyes, she told me how much she loved me without ever saying a word. That feeling I got is one that I one day hope to feel again.

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