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The Quinlans came to take her from me one October night, they came while chanting ancient psalms in darkening twilight, they came to rescue her, they said, from my impure designs, to cleanse from her all traces of her bestial human side.

The pious congregation had for weeks devised this mission. This lovely Quinlan girl had turned her back and risked perdition! They heeded all the tortured pleas of he who had begot her; this perfect lamb who strayed was their own widowed preacher’s daughter.

We heard them massed outside and murmuring their sacred songs, we peered through parted curtains as the faithful droned along, and then the minister stepped forward; stern, rotund, and greying, pontificating to me as the others stood near praying:

“God loves you (as he loves us all) in spite of your transgressions; God loves you and will bend his ear to hear sincere confessions; He blesses you, but bids you choose to live a pious life; He gives you twenty minutes to return your tainted wife.”

(This served as introduction. He continued in like manner:) “We humble servants of the Lord are chosen to demand her. We are appointed from on high to rescue from your clenches This angel you have turned from God to be one of your wenches.

You sullied what was pure, he said, you dirtied what was chaste. You corrupted the immaculate. You laid her soul to waste. You planned and plotted to destroy her prospect for salvation. You worked your wicked wiles Travesti and she succumbed to your temptations.

Beneath your human skin you sport the serpent’s raspy scales! Beware, deceiver! he cried out, for God always prevails! His perfect justice will be done! No sinner will escape! Reveal my hidden angel now! Pull back your darkened drape!”

His righteous diatribe abruptly ended on this note. His stirring oratory done, he puffed his chest to gloat. His congregation gathered there, all looking up, all certain, that the power of the preacher’s words would open up the curtain.

(For his part, the preacher sought the concentrated gaze of all his congregation there to vaporize the haze he figured must be fogging up his daughter’s common sense, which, once restored, would shame her to renounce her impudence.)

My wife and I acknowledged to each other with a glance the time had come for her to choose the future or the past. She’d tried and failed to mold herself to fit her daddy’s notions, suppressing her identity because of her devotion.

But one hot night she dreamed she was a princess of the realm, bathing in a sunlit stream within a grove of elms, when suddenly out of the woods a naked man appeared, bearded, brawny, beckoning; she smiled and felt no fear.

She enrolled that fall semester in the art class that I taught. Within a week she rang my doorbell, crying and distraught; her daddy’d thrown her out; she wondered, Ankara Travesti could she spend the night? Against my better judgment I took pity on her plight;

I calmed her down and set her up to sleep there on the floor (I knew the consequences of seductive sophomores); yet sometime later, in the dark, she kissed me without warning and I awoke and welcomed her and loved her until morning.

Within a month we tied the knot, without her father’s blessing. We sensed his vengeance might become his plan for repossessing; but ever since that first night when she slipped into my bed, she knew the world held more for her. From Dad she’d been misled.

What followed was intended as her last and best farewell. She did it fearing little an eternal life in hell. She saw her startling beauty as God’s handiwork and blessing. She flung the curtain back, and smiling down, began undressing.

I watched enthralled as anyone the movements of my spouse; she softly popped the buttons down the front of her white blouse, slipped it from her shoulders, let it billow to the floor, her full breasts straining to escape the lacy bra she wore,

and moved her hands behind her, all composure, to unzip the pleated tartan skirt she pulled down, wriggling, past her hips. She paused a moment, smiling still, to measure the reaction of the dumbstruck crowd beneath the window, shocked into inaction;

she’d been the little red-haired girl who held İstanbul Travesti her daddy’s hand, the little girl who jumped to meet her daddy’s least command, who always did her homework and who always said her prayers; this little girl now stood above them in her underwear.

And now she reached behind her and unhooked her lace brassiere, and freed from their confinement the fine globes that I revered, firm and freckled, full and pale, with nipples pink and hard, my wife revealed her perfect breasts with haughty disregard.

(I broke my gaze a moment to observe the crowd below. Beneath the tranquil surface I could sense an undertow; the men, still hypnotized, began to fidget and contort to reposition items angled badly in their shorts.)

She tossed her flaming hair and ran her hands beneath her panties (an embroidered masterwork of lace, and dangerously scanty). She bent to peel them off, then stood, defiantly displaying the furry fertile delta I would spend my life surveying.

How many fasting holy men have seen a greater vision? How could the sacred be defined with any more precision? My lovely naked wife embodied in her splendid form a heavenly communique that Nature had transformed.

The crowd below began to leave, the husbands with their wives; once home, the healthy ones made love to celebrate their lives; they soaped each other in the shower, touched and laughed and kissed, and in the bed paid their respects to every orifice.

Alone beneath a streetlight, with his noble face inscrutable, the preacher stood with eyes upraised, his character immutable; my wife regarded him with love, but with her resolve certain; she smiled goodbye and I stood up to close the final curtain.

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In part seven, we heard about how the lack of clothing, Marcia’s panties, promotes and encourages sexual behaviour. Here we take that further and see how it has affected her and the men around her.

Chapter 1

Marcia’s penchant for going without knickers started the third or fourth time she and Kevin fucked. That was nearly ten years ago, she was thinking at his daughter Sammi’s recent twenty-first birthday party. There, somewhat to their disappointments, they couldn’t get together. Instead, she had fucked Gareth, a city trader, who she had been having sex with for broadly the same time. Kevin was now fifty- three, Marcia forty-three and Gareth thirty- two. Marcia enjoyed fucking both the older and younger man and was particularly intrigued by the fact that Gareth was Kevin’s son by his first wife.

Kevin is married to Amanda, one of Marcia’s best friends. Gareth is one of those phenomenally successful city traders, unfathomably earning several hundred thousand pounds a year. He has no discernable skill, little knowledge and didn’t’ do well enough at school to get a place at uni. Odd world he and people who knew him often thought.

Marcia is the daughter of near aristocracy, which she terms ‘fucking old landed gentry.’ Old, boring and stuffy her family may be, but they were also stinking rich and that she liked. She was married to the gorgeous Stephen Masters, one of the most eminent consultant psychologists in Europe. His consultancy work, book writing and lecturing activities added another couple of million a year to the two or three she got in dividends from the family companies and from her investments.

Stephen is in his early fifties and has longish, blonde hair, turning grey. He’s tall, slim and fit is excellent in bed and apart from with hookers and escort girls, who don’t count, he has always been faithful to Marcia. That cannot be said for Marcia. She has been unfaithful since they met, but then Marcia’s ideas of faithfulness, differ to most ‘normal’ and for normal read poor, people. She considers herself to be emotionally, but not physically faithful. In the rarefied atmosphere and thinking of the mega rich, that is all that matters, loosely interpreted it means ‘I’m rich so I can do what I fucking well like and if you don’t like it, up your’s;’ nice people generally, the stinking rich.

Chapter 2.

“You know I have wanted to fuck you since the moment we met,” Kevin said at his and Amanda’s housewarming party.

Marcia smiled. “Yes of course, I have,” she replied walking down the path towards the pool, feeling his arm go round her waist and his hand rest on her bum.

They stopped and kissed.

They were far enough away from the house for it to be difficult if not impossible for anyone to see them. Not so far, though, that they couldn’t hear the music, the buzz of conversation and the occasional laughter or raised voice.

He cupped one of her small, almost non-existent breasts, which surprisingly really aroused him.

The surprise, on the face of it, coming from the fact that his wife, one of Marcia’s best friends, had big tits. Now that is, but not when Kevin first seduced her when she was just twenty working in an ad agency, which represented his company. Amanda had broken the cardinal ad industry rule, ‘never fuck the client’ or, more to the point with young, female copywriters, ‘never let the client fuck you.’ She not only let the client fuck her, and over a desk in the agency after a late meeting, but she also married him.

After Sammi was born, her neat little b cup boobies and thirty five inch hips both swelled and for the past few years she had sported a pair of devastating d cups and an ample thirty seven inches of hips and arse.

Kevin found that all a bit distasteful. He had never been faithful to Amanda, but as her ‘tits and ass’ grew he, almost in perfect correlation to her expansion, had a succession of affairs, long, short, mid-term and one nighters. His ‘floosies,’ as Amanda called them when she occasionally found out or had suspicions, had two main things in common, apart from easily openable legs and knickers that were surprisingly easy to get into: they were all young, under twenty five, and had stick insect-like figures with ‘pimples for tits.’

They strolled round the corner of the pool changing room, out of sight of the party. He pushed her back against the wall and they kissed longer and deeper.

“Fuck I haven’t got the key,” he said patting his pockets.

“What’s wrong with alfresco?” She asked grabbing his erection through his thin linen trousers.

“Not a thing, you horny bitch,” he replied, shoving his tongue deep into her mouth.

He pulled one of the straps of the ankle-length dress down her arm and pushed and stroked, squeezed and pinched her tits, before leaning forward and sucking the long, dark nipples into his mouth. She undid his shirt then his zip. She bit his nipple, quite hard.

“Hey steady, that hurt.” Marcia laughed.

“Just be careful I don’t leave scratch marks Travesti right down your back, you bastard, cheating on my best friend.”

They both laughed.

He pulled her long skirt up; she wasn’t wearing tights, just panties. He slid his hand between her thighs and lifted his thumb so that it pressed right into the gusset of the panties covering her pussy lips.

“Mmmm,” she murmured. Kevin wasn’t sure whether that was due to what he was doing or, because she had taken hold of his bare, hard cock. Maybe a bit of both he thought.

He pressed his erection against her and wiggled his hand into the elastic of the waistband of her panties. He started to pull them down. As her pubes and pussy were exposed to the air, Marcia felt an even more urgent surge of arousal than what she was getting from holding his throbbing cock. She grabbed his hand when her knickers were half-way down her thighs.

“That’s far enough,” she said sharply, used to always being in control in her relationships.

“What don’t like the open air?” He replied pushing her knickers down past her knees.

“Just shut up and fuck me smartarse,” Marcia said helping Kevin push his trousers and pants down a little.

Kevin smiled, but did nothing further other than push his finger right against her clit, then ease two up inside her.

“Nice?” He asked hearing her grunt and feeling her body jerk.

“Yes,” she grunted, grabbing his cock again.

She guided it towards her eager pussy. They kissed as it brushed against her lips and then she grunted and he groaned as he thrust his hips forward surging his cock deep inside her. Marcia lifted one leg up and wrapped the calf and ankle round the back of Kevin’s legs. They were now kissing furiously as their arousal and passion grew. He was pounding into her, she was squirming herself back against him. His hands were all over her breasts, the top of her dress now being completely open: her’s were running up and down his back, slightly scratching it, worrying Kevin that she might carry out her earlier threat.

“Oh fuck yes,” she grunted. “Harder, fuck me harder,” she moaned grabbing his arse and digging her fingernails into the pliant flesh.

“You horny cow,” he replied, surging himself as far into her as he could go and then holding himself rigid in there as she writhed against his hardness, in effect fucking herself.

“I’m near,” he grunted.

“Good,” she responded.

“Ready?”

“Yes.”

Several more deep, slow thrusts from him, a few more writhing, squirming movements from Marcia, and they were both cumming. Each holding onto the cheeks of the other’s bum and squeezing those delicious mounds they relished in their mutual climax.

“Phew,” Marcia muttered falling against Kevin.

“Nice?” He asked.

“Mmm, bloody lovely.”

“Come on we had better get back.”

“Oh fuck look at my panties?” Marcia said. They both looked down and saw that they had slipped off from her foot and she or he had trod on them, they were covered in dirt.

“Easy,” Kevin said, picking them up and shoving them in his pocket.

Chapter 3

They had sex again a couple of weeks later. This time it was at Stephen and Marcia’s house in Hampstead.

They got to know each other better, both socially and sexually. Kevin knew they were well off, but hadn’t appreciated quite the level of Marcia’s family wealth, which she explained in a matter-of-fact manner, not sounding at all boastful. From the house warming party, he knew that sexually she was a goer and up for some of the more outrageous aspects of sex, including being fucked up against a wall just outside a party at which she was guest and he the host. The warm afternoon in Hampstead confirmed that and they had four hours of uninhibited sex that promised well for the future.

The two couples had met at a dinner party given by, Jonas Bright a supplier to Kevin’s business. It was quite a grand affair with ten or so couples at his huge apartment overlooking Regents Park. They had hit it off well and discovered that they were going to be in Hong Kong at the same time a few weeks later. They had met up for dinner a couple of times out there and had then seen each other again in Jonas’ box at Royal Ascot. Things just progressed from there and a year later, when Kevin and Amanda moved to large house in Essex, just outside London to the east, they had naturally been invited and, almost as naturally, Kevin and Marcia had fucked.

Stephen was suspicious of Marcia and Kevin, but then, quite rightly he was suspicious of her with most men. He knew she played around, but had no idea of the scope, variety and nature of her ‘infidelities.’ He put up with it firstly, because as a psychologist he studied and understood human behaviours. ‘That’s just how she is,’ he rationalised and secondly he loved her. Simple, straightforward and unarguable reasons.

Marcia was naked. She was laying on a huge bed in a Mayfair hotel, on her front, her slender, shapely legs wide open. Her, long, Antalya Travesti straightened brown hair with highlights was tumbling over her bare back onto the bed. Kevin had just made her cum by lying between her legs and sucking, licking and kissing her arse.

At their session in her house in Hampstead, Kevin had discovered that she was very sensitive there and that she liked anal foreplay; he hadn’t yet, but fully intended to soon, found out, though, whether she liked being fucked up her arse. Along with most parts of a woman’s body, he was an arse man. He adores plating womens’ bums and having them do the same, and more if they would, to his.

Marcia knew that it wouldn’t be long, maybe even today, before Kevin would want to have her arse. She didn’t mind that, although always felt it wasn’t all that it was often cracked up to be, for the woman that is. The incongruity of anal sex was that she found the foreplay hugely sensual and massively arousing. She loved being made to cum through the use of fingers, tongues and lips on her bum hole, just as Kevin was doing now.

“You really are a dirty bitch, aren’t you?” He grunted between pushing the tip of his tongue right against that delightfully puckered entrance and sucking at Marcia’s arse.

“You’re the one with their mouth up an arse, so what’s that make you?” She replied.

He gave her a thwack on her arse, storing the fact that her response sounded like a purr of pleasure.

He renewed his efforts, sucking and licking and combining the use of his fingers with that of his mouth.

Marcia was writhing with pleasure. She slid a hand down her body and found her clit. ‘What could be better’ she thought to herself, a tongue on your arse and a finger up it, as you play with your own clit?’ Not much, she concluded, because she was starting to cum.

She didn’t often allow a man, particularly a relatively new one in her life, such control. Normally, she ran the show, but with Kevin she was realising she had met her sexual equal. ‘Well for a man that is,’ she smiled to herself as those wonderful feelings roared through her body. Even as her body shuddered and she writhed and made deep, animal sounding from her throat, he kept fucking her arse with his finger and licking and sucking everywhere down there.

She finished, well the noisy bit, that is, the tingling and little tremors kept on for some time. Half of her wished that he would hold her, cuddle her and whisper tender messages in her ear. But she knew he wouldn’t for that was not what their affair was all about.

She lay still for a while, regaining her composure. She felt him moving around on the bed. He took both of her wrists in his hands and pulled them, gently above her head. Then, she felt something being wrapped round them. It didn’t register at first what he was doing, but then suddenly, as she felt whatever it was that was wrapped round her wrists being pulled tight, she caught on. ‘He’s tying me up the bastard,’ she realised, opening her eyes and trying to turn onto her back. She couldn’t as he stopped with his hands.

“What the fuck do you think you are doing?” Marcia asking answering the question herself really as she watched her wrists being tied to the headboard.

“Simple Marcia, tying you up.”

“Why, I don’t like that.”

“You will,” he replied.

It didn’t feel as if her wrists had been tied too tightly and she struggled looking at where they were tied to the bed. ‘The bastard has only used my fucking knickers to tie me up,’ she recognised, pulling and twisting her body and wrists.

“You bastard,” she growled, feeling annoyed at the smug look on his face.

“Now, now,” Kevin replied enjoying and starting to get aroused at seeing her slim body writhing and squirming on the bed. “Oh fuck,” he said seeing one of her hands come free. He grabbed it and tried tying her panties around it again, but couldn’t manage it.

“See you cocky sod, you can’t do what I don’t want you to do,” Marcia said harshly as she struggled with him over her panties. “Now look what you have done, you fucking lunatic,” she said after she had removed them from her wrists and the headboard of the bed. She held the pale blue, lacy panties up for him to see. They were not a thong as she usually wore, but had a full bottom and a small front cut acutely up from the gusset. They were made from silk and lace and had tiny strips joining the front and back. One of those and the gusset had been torn making them completely unwearable.

“They’re fucking AP as well, sixty bloody quid a pair,” she ranted.

“Well you’ll just have to go commando won’t you, you’re probably used to it.”

Sitting on the Northern Line of the tube Marcia felt odd. Although it was quite chilly, she wasn’t wearing tights for she still had a good tan on her shapely legs from the two weeks she had recently spent in Antigua.

She was wearing leather, mini skirt, which were highly fashionable at the time. With her legs crossed the skirt obviously Bursa Travesti rode up her legs, almost to her crotch. Normally that and the stares from the male travellers would not have bothered her at all. Today, though, both did bother her. Well more than bother for she felt a strange sort of arousal. ‘If only they knew I wasn’t wearing panties,’ she smiled to herself, recrossing her legs, but making sure not to do a complete Sharon Stone!

Marcia felt a tingle throughout her body all the way home. As she walked up the escalator at Hampstead station, she imagined that people behind her would be able to look up her skirt and see that she was naked under it. Of course they didn’t and couldn’t do that. Just as no one on the train who stared at her legs or walked behind her would know of her clothing omission.

That was not the point, though, well not in her mind. The point was how not wearing knickers made her feel. And not to put too fine a point on that, it made her feel fucking horny.

Chapter 3.

“It’s every young bloke’s wet dream material’ isn’t it?” Gareth was telling his mates the Sunday after Amanda and Kevin’s housewarming party. “She’s got no tits to speak of, but what an arse?” He went on. “At the ball, I had my arms round her during this smoochy number and she was pressed bloody tightly against me. You can guess what happened?”

The three other traders he was talking to in the flat he shared with one of them made the inevitable raucous remarks. They had all been on the Stolli and each of them had had several lines, so they were relaxed, uninhibited and very open with each other.

Gareth was in his early twenties and was beginning to make it as trader in the city. Especially with the coke, nothing seemed to be impossible,

“Yes, right I got a hard on. I felt embarrassed.”

“Yeah like fuck you did, I bet,” one of them remarked.

“What doubting he got hard on, or that he was embarrassed?” another one asked, laughing.

“I thought she would at least, move away a little.”

“So what did she do?”

“Her mouth was about level with my ear and I heard her go mmmmm, as she pressed herself harder against me.”

“You lucky fucker.”

“I was still a bit out of my stride for remember, she’s mid thirties, married and as rich as God. Very upscale and really out of my league, I thought.”

“Oh is this the humility side of Gal coming out? Out of his league, my arse.”

“I mumbled sorry and she whispered, don’t be. I said, stupidly you don’t mind? She didn’t say anything, but looking me right in the eyes, she simply pressed her mound right against my cock.

“And then?”

“Well I’d got me confidence then ‘adn’t I? It was quite dark and we were in a bit of a corner so I let my hands run down her back. She was wearing a long, sheath dress, tight as a second skin. She looked fucking fabulous. I felt her arse. At first it didn’t register, but then suddenly I thought there was nothing under the dress. When it registered that she was probably stark bollock naked under it, my hard on nearly hit her chin.”

“So what did you do?”

“I said, “seems as though you forgot something Marcia” as I ran my hand from her shoulders, all the way down her spine to the little wiggly bit at the end.”

“What makes you think I forgot? She replied, so I said; left them off on purpose then, have you?”

“You cheeky bastard,” one of his mates remarked.

“That’s a coincidence,” Gareth said taking a swig of vodka with a touch of water.

“Why?”

“That’s exactly what Marcia said.”

Chapter 4

After that arousing trip home on the Northern Line after Kevin had ruined her panties, Marcia thought she would ditch him. ‘He’s fucking crazy’ she told herself as she was getting ready to play golf with Amanda and her next-door neighbour Toni at Marcia’s golf club in Highgate.

“Hi Marcia,” Amanda said down the phone. “I’m afraid Toni can’t make it, still want to play?”

Amanda had this innocence about her. She was still completely besotted with Kevin and had this tendency to use phrases with unintentional double meanings. Marcia smiled at that.

“Just the two of us, of course I do,” she replied.

Marcia had fucked the partners of several friends, so she didn’t feel embarrassed with, or sorry for, Amanda. To her, sex was pretty much a commodity and if Kevin wanted her and she wanted him, what was the harm? Amanda, of course, had no idea, that her ‘friend’ and her husband had shagged each other at the housewarming or that they had started an affair.

It was unseasonably warm for late October. Bright and sunny and in the low sixties, Marcia decided to wear a short, sleeveless golf shirt, which just tucked into her cropped trousers. Both were quite tight.

She had no idea what prompted her not to wear underwear, but when she saw the reflection of her bum in the mirror, she felt excited. The thin cotton material was drawn tightly and beautifully smoothly over the pert, symmetrical, taught cheeks of her bum. It fitted snugly round her rather prominent pubic mound and rubbed excitedly against her lips and the hood covering her clit. She put her finger right there. Bang, she felt an internal explosion of want. ‘Mmmmm,’ she thought ‘I can almost cum on demand.’

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From THE ORCHARD OF INFINITE DELIGHT – PART ONE

The orgasm was huge, overpowering. I collapsed on to my stomach, my hand clasping my groin to prolong the sensation.

After a while I was aware of Evelyn’s voice, softly beside my ear. “Thank you for being so trusting. I wanted it to be special for you.”

“Special doesn’t do it justice,” I said. “But what about you? Do you want me to … do that. With my tongue.”

“Yes, but not this time. You have come a long way. I am already on such a high I don’t really need it, anyway, much as I would like you to do it. Just lick me. Once you feel me responding, don’t stop. It will be good for both of us, I promise you.”

So that was how our first time together ended. I felt drained and at the same time exhilerated. I saw the point of the Orchard of Infinite Delight and I knew I would have to explore it again. When I said as much while we were recovering over a cup of tea, Evelyn said she hoped there would be many more opportunities.

But that was where a problem arose. After our third meeting, she sensed that I was not entirely happy. Eventually, I had to admit that I was increasingly uncomfortable to be enjoying this new experience as it were behind Trevor’s back.

“I thought that might happen,” Evelyn said. “But I have a suggestion. I hope it won’t shock you.”

THE ORCHARD OF INFINITE DELIGHT – CONCLUSION

What I found shocking was my own behaviour. That behind my husband’s back I had allowed myself to be seduced by Evelyn and now was struggling to come to turns with the fact that I wanted more of the same.

When I didn’t reply, Evelyn said, “There’s no need to feel guilty, if that’s your problem.”

“But I do.”

“Then you shouldn’t. Look, the most important thing for me is my marriage. And the most important thing in my marriage is sex with Alec. Nothing will change that and Alec knows it. But sometimes there is sex that is simply good as sex – not as a commitment, but as a simple expression of giving and receiving pleasure. That’s what you and I have, and we must never lose our sense of perspective. Of what is the most important.”

I heard what she was saying and I wanted it to be true. After a while, I said, “You say you have suggestion?”

“Yes. You know Alec fancies you?”

“Oh!” We did meet occasionally as a foursome when Trevor and Alec collected us from rehearsal or after a performance. Then we would go for a drink, sometimes for a meal – we all enjoyed Indian cuisine, and could be sure of finding one open late. Nevertheless, I had never thought of Evelyn’s husband in that way. “How do you know?”

“I asked him.”

“Just like that?”

“Not quite. We were doing it a few nights ago – I’d had mine and Alec was slowly working up towards his, the way he does – and just on a whim I said, ‘Suppose this wasn’t me?’

“He stopped what he was doing. ‘How do you mean?’

“‘Well, suppose it was Jenny.’ I said. It was as though I had turned a switch. He got to work again – and it din’t take him long. But the thing is, after he came I could feel he was still hard inside me. And that got to me. I started to move – the way you do, you know?”

“Yes,” I said. I knew how it worked with Trevor.

“Well, it was wild, as good as it had been for ages. And that told me.”

“That Alec fancies … it with me?”

“Yes. But don’t let it worry you. He won’t pounce on you. But it made me wonder.”

For the next half hour, Evelyn explained her idea, answered my questions, finally overcame all my objections. Though I remained nervous.

As bad luck would have it, there was nothing we would be able to do for a while. Evelyn’s curse was due, and it was always heavy. And no sooner should she be clear than my diary told me I would be starting. All we could do was wait and be patient.

*****************************

In the end, it was several weeks of frustration, until opportunity arose from an unexpected quarter. One of the major orchestras had recruited the latest heart-throb conductor, a thirty-year-old Pole with a lock of dark hair that fell across his forehead to be tossed back dramatically whenever he was summoning a fortissimo Beylikdüzü Escort from the brass. He had been hired for a cycle of the Beethoven symphonies; our chorus were required for the finale of the Ninth.

At rehearsal, the wonder boy wasn’t happy. His problem was with our contribution to the last movement. He put down his baton, leaned on the podium and surveyed us, flopping lock, dark eyes sweeping along our rows.

“Listen,” he said, “I know you can sing the notes. So why do you give me no passion? All the pictures we see of Ludwig make him look angry. I know. Angry – not sexy. We know little or nothing of his sex life.” He paused. The male members of the chorus looked away, one or two of my colleagues giggled quietly. “Or do we? Of course we do, and I will tell you how we know. What you are singing is Schiller’s Ode to Joy, isn’t it?. So think what gives you joy. Real joy. Then sing again for me and at the same time think of what you will do tonight when you are in bed with your partner. Then tell me Beethoven knew nothing about sex.”

In the silence that followed, he picked up his baton and turned to the bass soloist. “From ‘O Freunde’ please Oscar.” Then back to launch us – all those prestissimo passages in the upper register. Faster and faster. Through that accelerating finale he urged us on with inspirational gusto. With passion.

If the rehearsal was good, the concert itself was sensational. A standing ovation for the conductor who turned to face us and blew kisses. Not the way Klemperer used to take a bow, I’m told, but this was a thirty-year-old Polish heart-throb.

When it was over, Trevor and Alec were waiting to take us back to where Evelyn had prepared a simple supper – a pair of quiches, a salad, a bottle of Pouilly-Fuissé. Conversation inevitably turned to our conductor, which gave Evelyn her cue to tell the story of rehearsal.

Three of us at the table were acting because we knew the plot, but we were anxious to see how Trevor would respond. It needed a prompt from Alec. “So Beethoven was a sex maniac?” he asked.

“I don’t think so,” I said. “But there’s no doubt there was something erotic about the performance tonight.”

“And will he be right about bedtime?” asked Evelyn with an innocent smile.

“Maybe we should find out,” said Alec. “Look, it’s time to come clean. – Evie and I have been talking a lot lately about gingering up our sex lives, but didn’t know how. So now let me be honest. We discussed swapping with another couple but didn’t fancy getting into that scene.” He looked at me, and said, “Until Evie asked me about you and Trevor.”

I looked at my husband but could see no sign of reaction one way or the other. It was the decisive moment. I held my breath. Evelyn put her hand on Trevor’s arm. “What this means, ” she said, “is if Alec fucks Jenny, I could have you. And I would like that very much.”

Alec was about to say something, but Trevor spoke first, “Jenny. I need to know if you would be comfortable with this.”

“If we can be all together,” I said. “I could then. If you could.”

That was when Alec took charge. “Let’s not be too solemn about this. We know it happens for other people, so why not us? Why don’t we just go upstairs and see how it works out. If it doesn’t, it doesn’t. Just as long as we agree we won’t blame anyone.”

“OK,” said Trevor. “Let’s give it a go.” I realised a bridge had been crossed. My husband wasn’t upset at all – he was turned on. And so was I.

That made what followed so easy. Alec and Evelyn had been anticipating this for some time, and now it was happening they were both extremely horny. Just to check, as we got up from the table I let my hand brush the front of Trevor’s trousers. It told me all I needed to know.

In the bedroom, Evelyn was quick to shed her dress, and I followed her example. As we had been in dark dresses for the concert, we were both in black knickers, bra and stockings. And, as planned, with suspender belts, too. The full uniform of seduction. Trevor was still removing his jacket and tie when Alec said, “Why don’t you two ladies make a start. Get us in the mood.”

Another important Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan moment in the education of Trevor. Evelyn took me by the hand and led me to the bed. I heard Alec say, “Oh, Jenny. What a stunning arse.” When I smiled back over my shoulder I saw Trevor still in a hurry to strip. Encouraging.

My bra and knickers were the first to come off. Evelyn wasted no time in getting started with fingers and tongue. I was still finding it difficult to relax, so I eased her away and said, “My turn now.”

While we were changing places, I chanced a glance at my husband and raised my eyebrows. To my relief, he nodded approval. Soon a second set of black underwear was on the floor. I knelt between my friend’s thighs and lapped at the lips I had come to enjoy so much. Once I felt her responding, we moved on, as we had planned, to sixty-nine. We had previously agreed that we wouldn’t press our luck by turning to what Evelyn called her toy drawer: the blindfold, the velcro cuffs for wrists and ankles, the gel, the tiny silver vibrator as slim as a pencil. Maybe another time, but revealing too much too soon might spoil everything.

Sixty-nine was quicker than it need have been, but this was the first lust that Evelyn wisely believed was the best prelude to more prolonged and considered pleasures. I was underneath so couldn’t see much. But after both our orgasms had been achieved, I looked up to see Trevor and Alec standing at the side of the bed, both stroking themselves. Trevor wasn’t having a problem.

“Now,” said Evelyn, “if Alec and Jenny take the top half of the bed crossways, Trevor can have his wicked way with me on the other half. And remember, it’s not a race to see who can finish first. Maybe we ought to see who can make it last longest.”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Alec, slapping his wife’s bottom. “Just get on with it. I’m keeping Jenny waiting, and I don’t want her to go off the boil.”

There was no danger of that. I pulled him down beside me end reached for his penis. It didn’t need my mouth, but I wanted to taste him, to see if I could find an extra few centimetres he didn’t even know he had. I took my time, sensing from the sounds he was making that I was getting something right.

Eventually, I felt a firm hand on my head, a signal that Alec was getting closer than he wanted to be at this early stage. I turned on to my back to allow Alec to experiment with his tongue on my clitoris, and was pleased to find that he had a very delicate touch. No hurry. Good.

This also gave me an opportunity to see how the other pair were progressing. I saw Trevor having a good time kneeling astride Evelyn’s torso while sliding backwards and forwards between her breasts. She was better provided in that area than I am so that was good. I knew what would come next and watched with interest. First my husband tilted forward so that his hands were supporting his weight beyond Evelyn’s head. Then he moved forward on all fours until his penis was dangling i front of her face. Needing no further invitation, she gobbled him down.

But I needed to concentrate on my own half of the bed. Alec was assisting me on to my knees. Doggy was next on the menu, and he did that well, too. Long, slow strokes, penis almost fully out, then inside with firm pressure at the end. I like it like that but it always needs a little help with my fingers, which I was pleased to offer. A firm smack on my buttocks seemed to indicate Alec’s approval.

Over most of an hour, I think we went through all the positions, several of them more than once. Beside us, Evelyn was giving Trevor no less satisfactory a time, and the noises she was making told me that having her underneath him was an experience I hoped he would want to try again another time.

Eventually, they were the first to give in and let happen what had to happen. Missionary, by chance, Evelyn’s ankles locked behind his back as she bucked against him, Trevor collapsing on to her welcoming breasts.

When Alec saw that they were finished he began to change his tempo with me. For so long he had maintained the same rhythm, the same heavy thud at the end of each thrust. That was good Esenyurt Escort because once I had enjoyed it for a while, I was able to match his movement with my own. But, speeding up and adjusting the angle of penetration to engage my clitoris fully, there was only one possible result. To Alec’s credit, he managed to keep control himself until he felt my contractions and soon afterwards, he let go himself.

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The winding down wasn’t as embarrassing as I had feared it might be. Evelyn helped by telling me how lucky I was to have a lover as clever and considerate as Trevor. She said she hoped Alec had been good for me, and I had no difficulty in reassuring her.

Just before we left, Alec said, “This isn’t the moment for decisions. You two will want to talk about it, discuss whether this was just a nice one-off or whether it is something you want to try again. Maybe as we get more experience together it would get better. Maybe you might want to bring a camera another time. Just something to think about. In a few days, Evie and Jenny will want to get together again and you can let us know then.”

There were kisses and hugs on the doorstep and we parted knowing that at least it hadn’t been a disaster.

We live on the other side of the river, so it was quite a long drive home. For the first part nothing was said, until I asked, “Well, how was it for you?”

“What should I tell you?”

“Just be honest. I will go along with what pleases you. Was it good?”

“Oh yes. Almost the only disappointment was seeing yo getting Evelyn’s knickers off.”

“Because that’s part of the foreplay you enjoy.”

“Yes. But the rest was good. Evelyn was – well, not better than you, just different. Did that trouble you – seeing us doing it?”

“No. It was kind of exciting. What about you seeing Alec and me?”

“I have to admit there was a point when you had your ankles on his shoulders and I could see his – his dick going into you, I was so turned on I almost came.”

“Does that mean you’d want it again?”

“Would it be good if I did? Good for you, too?”

“I think so. Do you want me to tell Evelyn?”

“Yes. Did you know I’ve got her knickers?”

That was a surprise. “How come?”

“Just before we left, when she gave me a hug, she slipped them in my pocket.”

“All the more reason to tell her you’d like an encore then.”

“Yes. But tell me something else first.”

“What’s that?”

“Was the whole thing tonight a set-up?”

“What makes you think that?”

“The suspender belts. Never seen you wear one to a concert before. And both of you. It looked like some kind of arrangement.”

“Would it matter if it was?”

Trevor thought for a while before he said, “I think I might rather like the idea.”

At that moment we came to a traffic light at red. I took the chance to slide my hand between his legs. He was hard. I said, “I don’t want to wait till we get home. Take a left soon and that will bring us down to the river. There’s that car park we used to use, ages ago.”

“Isn’t that a dogging site now?”

“I don’t care. Just drive.”

A couple of cars were parked when we arrived, so Trevor found us a spot under the shadow of a tree. “Now what?” he asked.

“The knickers. Give them to me.”

By the time he had fished them out of his pocket I had his zip undone and an erect penis in my hand. I wrapped the knickers round his shaft but left he head bare. I bent my head and began, alternately squeezing and rubbing with my and, sucking and licking with my lips and tongue.

Trevor was already groaning when I was aware of a knocking sound on the window. I looked up to see two men outside, handling themselves suggestively. One of them made a sign for Trevor to wind down the window. He shook his head, but said to me, “Take no notice. Let them watch if they want to. You can’t leave me up in the air like this.”

After all the earlier encouragement he had received from Evelyn, it took a while but I knew what he wanted and I was determined to give it to him. And I did. Hands and mouth together, faster, more lasciviously, until I felt the first spurt against my throat. When I was sure I had taken every last drop, I looked up expecting a round of applause from the audience but they had disappeared.

The following morning Trevor set off for work early so he could call in at the car wash to remove the evidence left on the window by the peeping Toms.

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The party was in full swing by the time I arrived at the frat house. Music was blaring, people were talking, dancing, and already many couples were attempting to find empty rooms to fuck their dates in.

I walked over to the punch table and poured myself a glass and taking a sip I surveyed the dance floor. Finishing my glass, I pour another and down it before I head to the floor to dance. I sway my hips to the beat and close my eyes letting the music control me. Several guys caress my body and dance with me as I succumb to the music.

You watch me from the corner of the room. My dress rides up high enough so that you can tell that I am not wearing any panties and you can clearly see the sweat running down my neck and between my breasts, the large globes swinging freely in the backless dress. Images flash through your mind and you can see yourself kneading and sucking my hard nipple and hear my cries of pleasure as you bury yourself in my pussy. Growing harder by the second, you decide it is time…

The dancing is making me euphoric and the salsa beat is turning me on a little, making my nipples hard and tenting my dress. Each guy that comes along to dance with me runs his hands along my body or bumps and grinds with me, adding to the heat raging inside me. I see you walk through the crowd, straight towards me. I watch as my body keeps moving.

You Esenyurt Escort approach me and cup my hips, hauling me closer to your body. I gasp and look into your eyes, a little shocked at the bold move but you grind into me, revealing that your dick is hard. Its considerable size and length cause my body to burn. Smiling, I wrap my arms around your neck and brush and press my body against yours flirtatiously as we continue to dance.

Meeting my challenge, you press your leg between mine and rub it against my pussy, making me whimper in pleasure. Out of control, I rock my hips against yours in a plea for more…smiling, you refuse to give it and keep dancing, still rubbing your leg against my pussy, enjoying your control over me.

Feeling your lust for me raging out of control, you hear the song end and grab my hand, tugging me off the floor and up the stairs. Wordlessly, I follow, the burning in my body too much to bear.

You take out a key and unlock a door. Ushering me inside you lock it behind us. Then pressing me against the door, you kiss me hard. My lips open under the pressure of yours and our tongues surge out to meet and duel with each other. I whimper as your hands slide up from my hips to my breasts, kneading them roughly. My hands cup your head, deepening the kiss.

Your fingers pluck at my nipples, pinching İstanbul Escort and rolling them between your fingers hard, almost to the point where it is painful, but there is no pain…only sensation. Breaking the kiss, you pull the straps of my dress down my arms and watch as the red silk falls to my feet.

Slowly, your eyes peruse my body on its way back up to my eyes. My feet encased in three inch strappy sandals, my long, slim, but toned legs, my inner thighs glistening with pussy juice, evidence of how wet I am, and I see your tongue snake out to lick your lips at the thought of lapping it up from my thighs and pussy. The brown hair covering my trimmed pussy, small waist, large, full, and firm breasts with the large rosy nipples–your eyes linger there–up to where you can see my hearth thundering in the hollow of my throat, up to my bruised and swollen lips and finally to my smouldering green eyes, where you get your answer to the silent question.

Reaching out, I try to haul you in for another kiss, but smiling, you evade my grasp by dropping to your knees and spreading my legs wide. I have to bite my lip to keep from screaming as your lips and tongue delve into the depths of my pussy. Your tongue makes long laps at my pussy, making sure to hit my clit every time before shooting up into my cunt. My hands clutch in your hair to Beylikdüzü Escort pull you closer. Your teeth nibble on my clit and your tongue fucks my cunt at a mad pace, causing me to writhe against the door.

Suddenly, my body begins to quake and I let out a long and continuous cry as I flood your mouth with pussy juice. Eagerly, you make sure to lap up every last drop.

While I calm down you take the opportunity to take your clothes off and I see just how hung you really are. My eyes widen in surprise as your jeans fall to the floor and you step out of them. Licking my lips, I fall to my knees to take it in my mouth but you pick me up and slam me back against the door saying you want to cum in my pussy and not my mouth before wrapping my legs around your hips and ramming your dick into my pussy as hard and fast as you can, catching my shriek of joy in your mouth as we kiss to the furious rhythm of your thrusts.

My hands claw at your back and shoulders. My nails causing blood to slowly ooze out of the claw marks. Breaking the kiss I throw my head back to pant encouragements for more and, amazingly, you turn up your speed and tempo up a notch. Biting your way down my throat as you fuck me, you reach the point where my neck meets my shoulder just as you are ready to cum and you clamp your teeth into it hard, shouting as you cum.

The combined sensations of the bite and the feel of your cum hitting and flooding my pussy, triggers a chain reaction in my body, causing me to cum as well, this one even more violent than the first. Spent and drained, we fall to the floor, still joined and exhausted, immediately falling asleep…

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My name is Glenn and by now you may have read my stories.

Sitting in the office rest area I drank my coffee. Reading the newspaper I came to the television listings and as I skimmed down the page I realised I had forgot to record a programme that was on that night. “Bugger it.” Looking up I noted one of my more reserved colleagues, Ruth, sitting opposite me. “Sorry!”

“No problem Glenn.” She replied smiling slightly in return. “What’s up?”

I looked at her as she sat there. She was a very pleasant woman, although extremely quiet, who always seemed to dress in a conservative manner. While I understood that she was in her early thirties the way she dressed together with her glasses and her hair always tied up very tightly gave her the appearance of being older than her years. It was a rarity to be speaking to Ruth, as she was your traditional wallflower.

“Well I forgot to set the video before I went out this morning. I have been watching a series that’s on tonight, but I will be out at football training.” I explained.

“Can’t your parent’s do it for you, you do still live at home don’t you?”

“Yes, but they are away this week so no-ones home. Guess I will miss it, but it’s annoying as I have watched the first four parts.” I shrugged trying to give the impression it didn’t matter too much.

“Could I help, why don’t I video it for you? What’s the programme?” She offered.

I grinned, “Thank you that’s really kind of you.” I gave her the details. “If you can do it I will watch it Friday night as I have football Saturday and then on Sunday my parents return, that way I can return the tape to you on Monday.”

She smiled “That is a great idea Glenn, as my husband can be a little bit possessive about his tapes, I tease him saying he’s bordering on anal about it.” We laughed. I was surprised as Ruth was always considered to be very organised and did every thing in a precise and regimented manner at work. If she thought her husband was anally retentive what must he be like?

The following day Ruth came into the office and walked past my desk. She placed the tape down “Hope I recorded it alright, enjoy!” I smiled thanking her and put the cassette in my bag.

When I got home I put the cassette on the coffee table and started to make myself a meal. Putting the tape in the video I pressed play and settled down to watch the programme while eating my food. When the programme ended, I rose from my chair taking the plate and cutlery to the kitchen. As I placed the items in the sink I heard the title music of the programme playing but it suddenly cut out. It was initially replaced by the static crackle of blank videotape. Then I froze as I swore I heard a voice say my name but I realised it was probably the next programme or film that had been taped over. I stopped what I was doing and listened, the voice sounded familiar but I couldn’t place it. Returning to the living room I froze as I realised it was Ruth on the screen. Grabbing the remote control I stopped the tape, hit rewind then stop, playing the tape the static filled the screen once more.

As the static stopped the screen showed an empty bedroom then walking away from the screen I made out the back of a woman. She turned and sat on the bed, it was Ruth. She was wearing her work clothes, which to be blunt bordered on drab and non-descript, looking directly out of the screen she smiled. “Hi there Glenn. I do hope you let the tape run on a bit otherwise you won’t get this message will you?. I trust you enjoyed your programme and if you did you owe me a favour.” I have to admit I was more than a little confused by this but thought lets see what she wants.

“So I would like to ask you for a favour. I have got a job needs doing on Saturday and my husband is going to spend all day fishing with his mates. Would you like to assist me?” With that she gave a very provocative wink. She then reeled off her address and suggested her husband would be leaving at around about 9.30 a.m. so could I come round at that time. She said what her husband’s car was and to stay out of sight if it was around then to call once he had gone. I could return the tape and say thank you. I stopped the tape and fully rewound it. Putting it in its box I wondered what the prim and proper Ruth had in mind.

Picking up the telephone I dialled my friend who was the football captain. “Hi Steve it’s Glenn. I am really sorry about this but I am going to have to pull out of tomorrow’s game as I have picked up a bit of a stomach bug. I should be okay for training next week, will catch up with you then. Okay good luck tomorrow.” I went back to the kitchen and proceeded to clean everything up. That night I set about cleaning my parents’ house as I thought that maybe I might not get a lot of time tomorrow to tidy as I had planned.

Waking up the following morning I got out of bed and made my way to the shower. In the shower my mind raced thinking about what might lie ahead for the rest of the day. I quickly dressed and as I left the house grabbed the tape.

I arrived near where Ruth Avcılar Escort lived and parked in a nearby road. Her house was in an upmarket area of Hove and as I approached I saw her husband in the drive loading what I took to be his fishing equipment into the boot of a very flashy car. Luckily opposite their house was a bus stop. I sat on the bench noting that my luck was in as there were no buses for the next ten minutes. I looked at the house, which was very large and must have cost a fortune. I guessed that Ruth’s husband most have a very well paid job. Looking at him I noticed he was much older than her as he must be in his late fifties. He climbed into his car and drove out into the road and sped away. I was relieved that he did not appear to have noticed me at all. I gave him about five minutes and when he didn’t return I crossed the road and made my way up their gravel drive.

Approaching the door I rang the bell and stepped back to admire the house at close hand. Out the corner of my eye I caught sight of the front door opening so turned to the entrance. My mouth fell open and I merely said “Ruth!?!”

Standing in the doorway slightly back so she couldn’t be seen from the road was Ruth. I was absolutely amazed at her appearance. Stood before me she was wearing a black leather bra with metal studs and matching briefs, black hold up stockings and finished the outfit, if that was the right word to describe it, with black leather knee length boots. “Well, what do you think?” She asked before slowly turning through 360 degrees. I took in almost every inch of her sexy body.

“I think you are one extremely sexy woman.”

“What are you waiting out there for? Please come in so we can have some fun.”

I walked into the house, if it had looked impressive from the outside the inside was immaculate, Ruth and her husband obviously had a very high level of income. Ruth took my hand, removing the tape from my grip she tossed it onto a table, then her other hand snaked around my neck and she pulled me close to her. Her mouth clamped over mine and her tongue forced its way into my mouth. Our tongues danced together with kiss going on for minutes. We broke “Mmmm, you kiss very well for one so young Glenn. I take it from the fact you’re here and that lovely kiss you want to spend the day playing with me?”

“I would love too. What did you have in mind?” She didn’t reply but took my hand and led me into her front room. She started to undress me and soon I was stood before her in just my boxer shorts. My cock was solid and was trying to poke out of the button ‘fly’. She grabbed a remote control and then the room was filled with very sexy slow music. We started to embrace before moving closely together. The feel of the soft leather of her bra was in stark contrast to the cold metal studs. We were so close that I could feel her breath on my neck and as I breathed in I was aware of her perfume. I made a move to touch her breasts but she drew back a little.

“Not so fast, we have all day and I love to take my time. You can do what ever you like with me, all I ask is that we take it nice and slowly. You are very young and in my experience if we just get down and dirty you will cum very quickly. Lets get you used to me first, we can dance now, then get naked, have a chat while we caress then lets see where we go.” She put her finger on my lips and we danced very slowly, occasionally kissing, caressing each other’s necks, faces and backs. “Can I ask you a question Glenn?”

“Fire away.”

“If we are going to play, how experienced are you? Really what I am saying is have you had unprotected sex yet?”

I was slightly taken aback by her question but replied; “I have never had sex without a condom before. I have been given a blow job without one.”

“That’s good because I am on the pill and love bareback sex. The blowjob wont effect you so I can take it you are clear. You have got me aroused Glenn, lets go to bed?” Taking my hand she led me up the staircase. Turning on the landing she led me into the bedroom where a massive double bed stood in the centre of the room. We climbed on to the bed and without a word started kissing. My hands found the clasp of her bra and gently undid it; my hands found their way to the front and eased the material away from her breasts. Her boobs filled my hands nicely and I was aware that her nipples were very hard.

She pushed me back on the bed and lowered her head onto my lap; I felt her hand move into my shorts and then her mouth envelope my hardening cock. She licked me up and down before clamping her lips around me and sinking as slow as she could. Pulling away from my member she turned to face me “What would you like to do first?”

I replied, “As a gentleman, I would let the lady choose.”

“Shit, even you youngsters are getting so fucking full of shit. But as you asked I want you to lick my cunt and arsehole until I have cum.” I was gobsmacked to hear Ruth say these things, as I had never heard her utter even the word bloody in the office. She stood Beylikdüzü Escort on the bed in her boots, stockings and briefs, positioning herself over me with a heel at each side of my face. Lifting one foot then the other stepped out of her briefs. They were dropped down next to me and Ruth lowered her knees to either side of my head. Her pussy was shaven absolutely bare. I had never, except for the pages of porno magazines, seen a completely smooth pussy before.

Her pussy was glistening with her juice and I could smell the musky scent of her. This showed her obvious arousal so I started to lick at her labia paying particular attention to her clit. My nose was pressed against the soft flesh of her pubis, which felt different, as when I had licked Caroline I had grown used to nuzzling amongst her soft curly pubes. Another difference was that Ruth inner lips were considerably larger than Caroline’s. Her pussy was extremely wet and her fluids tasted very bitter sweat. My attention on her sex was having the desired effect as she was moaning. Getting more worked up she began rubbing her groin backwards and forwards over my face. Suddenly her hands were grabbing on the back of my head and pulling my face hard into her wet fleshy sex. I tongued her furiously while she ground herself on me, she was moaning and crying out that she was about to cum. Then without warning she pushed my face away and started to rub her clit. “I simply have to cum with your cock filling me.” She turned and knelt over my cock and plunged it deep in her pussy. I felt the inside of a woman’s pussy against my naked cock for the first time.

“Glenn, put your hand under the pillow and bring what you find out.” I fumbled round until my hands found a couple of hard objects under the linen. I pulled out a rubbery dildo that looked only a little smaller than my penis, and some lube. “Prime it, then push it gently up my arse.” She demanded, leaning forward so her puckered anus was in front of me. Smearing the dildo I pushed the tip tentatively against her ring. “No, you must press a bit harder Glenn. Have you never indulged in anal play before?”

“No, not anything like this.”

“Please push harder, I can take it but do it slowly and smoothly.” As I did her arse yielded and the phallus entered her, which I could then feel putting pressure on my cock, which was encased in her pussy walls. “Now it’s in me make sure you hold the end but let me bounce on you and it. Promise not to let go of it when I cum Glenn.” She started to lift herself before dropping down while both of her holes were violated. “Hold on, I’m cumming.” I held the dildo and felt her vagina clamp tightly on me. She continued to fuck me while she was screaming as the orgasm hit her. Gradually she stopped and I removed the dildo from her arse. She lifted off of me.

“Have you ever been deep throated before?” She asked and rolled onto the bed, lying on her back she let her head fall over the end of the bed; I left the bed and approached her face. “Kneel down and fuck my mouth Glenn. By all means play with my body and don’t worry about cumming in my mouth or throat as I love it. Ease in slowly and let me lick you as I adjust then when you’re all the way in go for it.”

I did as she said and I felt her easing her mouth gently over me, I felt the head of my cock slide into her throat. I had never been this deep in a woman’s mouth before. I lowered my hands onto her soft fleshy boobs and roughly kneaded them while she sucked on me. I just concentrated on fucking Ruth’s face while her tongue licked against my cock. I lowered my hands until they were playing with her bare pussy. I came in Ruth’s mouth and she sucked really hard on me and I realised that my cum had been shot straight down her throat.

After I had pulled my wilting cock from her mouth we got into bed. Laying together we stroked and caressed each other while chatting.

“So, I take it your opinion of me has changed?”

“I have to admit that I always saw you as prim and proper. Guess I fell into the trap of judging a book by the cover!”

She laughed, “You mean the clothes, glasses and my hair always tied up. My husband always finds it funny when we are ‘playing’ as he wonders what my work colleagues would say if they knew about our private life.”

“I take it that this is not the first time you have done this?”

“Oh god no. I will be honest I have been wracking my brains to come up with a way to fuck you since you started in the office. My husband had egged me on as he knew how wet I got thinking about taking you.”

“So does he know I was coming here?” I asked.

“Of course. People would say we were unfaithful but I disagree as we always tell each other what we are doing or have planned. He would love to be here today but we felt you may not have been up for that. Well not yet anyway. Besides I wanted you to myself!” Her hands were stroking my chest then she snaked a nail around my left nipple. “I take it I can trust you with our secret?” I nodded. “Good, because if you like there is more Bahçeşehir Escort to tell. Lets go downstairs and grab a drink. While we are down there I can show you something.”

We both went downstairs back into the lounge. Ruth was so at ease walking around stark naked that it helped me to become relaxed. She motioned me to sit in a chair by the television screen. After she had put a tape in the video she turned to face me. “Remember, what you are about to see you most not tell anyone. Not even Sally, I know you two are close but please I must insist.”

“I promise.”

Suddenly the screen erupted into life as she flicked the remote control. My mouth fell open as I realised this was a home movie… with a difference. I could hear Ruth talking as it appeared that she was shooting the film, the camera focused on the people milling around the room I was currently sitting in. Everyone was naked and it dawned on me that Ruth and her husband were swingers and they hosted parties. “See now why I asked about your sexual past? We all have regular check ups you know STD and HIV tests. Everybody you see there carries his or her clean bill of health certificate like a passport. You could still come to a party but we would insist you wear a rubber.”

“Are you inviting me?”

“Sure, normally we insist on couples but if its my party I can ask who I like. I’d give you a full run down on the etiquette. So would you like to come one night?”

“I’d love to.”

“Shall we have a dip to celebrate?” She lead me out of the room to the rear of the property and into her indoor swimming pool. We spent the next twenty minutes alternating between swimming around each other then embracing in the water. As I hardened once more she noticed and suggested we get out of the water. She got out first and lay down on a poolside lounger; she opened her legs and then started to rub her clit. I climbed from the water stroking my erection as I watched her masturbate in front of me. “Can I cum inside of you Ruth?” She bit her lip and nodded. I climbed over her sucking then chewing on her nipples while she rubbed. From the look in her eyes I knew it was time so I nudged the tip of my cock against the entrance of her pussy. Her fingers were rubbing between our stomachs I pushed my weight slowly forward entering her pussy. There was a soft squelching noise as her amply lubricated opening took me.

After several minutes she started to climax and as she did she pulled me close to her and started to nibble on my shoulders and neck. Having felt her muscles pulsing all over my cock while I slowly thrust in and out of her. “Glenn, fuck me furiously,” she demanded so my movement increased. Her cunt felt very tight, this coupled with the fact that I wasn’t used to fucking without a condom was getting too much for me. I felt my balls tighten as I ejaculated deep in her pussy. It felt wonderful the cum spilling into her pussy and filling her. I had finally experienced my first non-condomed orgasm in a woman’s vagina. Ruth whispered her thanks in my ear. “Want to take a look at me.” I broke from her and saw my sperm bubbling at the entrance of her, which then very slowly dribbled down onto the towel beneath us. “Would you care to share a bath with me.”

In keeping with her house the bathroom contained a very large sunken bath, which I lay back in. Ruth climbed in and lay with her back against me. “So have you had a nice day?”

“Yes.” I replied twisting her head so we could kiss.

“I take it today you would be more comfortable going before Alan gets back?” I considered this and felt a little unsure about meeting him at the moment. “It’s okay Glenn, he is looking forward to catching up on our adventures tonight when he gets back. For now let’s relax and talk.”

“Tell me Ruth, how long have you guys had this arrangement?”

“Pretty much since we have known each other. Alan is twenty years older than me and I am his third wife. My two predecessors had affairs. When we met Alan didn’t want to commit, as he was sure it would happen again. One night we had had a few drinks and well…. We had a very frank exchange. We both considered this way was best. We can both have other partners but no one ever gets hurt. At the end of the day we love each other but he would never keep me satisfied on his own. Other women give him the impetus to try and stay as young as possible.”

“And the parties. How did that all start?”

“You really are a novice aren’t you? Don’t be upset, as novices go you are the best I have ever experienced. There are contact magazines and we have some ‘very good’ friends. Before you ask there is no-one else from work involved.”

She turned in the bath to face me, “So tell me Glenn what have you yet to experience, sexually, that you are dying to try?”

I laughed “A threesome, preferably with two women, or group action. I guess that is the same for all guys.”

She looked into my eyes and smiled “If I could arrange for me and another woman to spend an afternoon with you in the future would you like that? You really don’t need to answer,” she said grasping my penis as it stirred into life. “You see before you come to a party I need to knock all of the novice aspects out of you, you will enjoy it more believe me.” She then started to rub me gently under the water. I lay back savouring the sensation.

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The day was hazy, the air humid and stagnant. The sun tried to creep through the clouds as the heat beat down upon the ground stifling any chance of air movement.

My mind tried to concentrate on the days events ahead but the vision of him interrupted my train of thought. I stopped to reminisce of the days gone past and our conversations together. I couldn’t help but linger on the feelings that arose inside me when I pictured us together. The butterflies swarmed my belly and the heat ignited between my legs. I could not sit still for the image of him touching me set my passion burning. The juices escaped from my vaginal lips and eased down to my inner loins I think of him.

It seems like forever since I saw him last. My body yearns for his touch. His embrace has burnt an impression upon my body and soul………I need to feel that once more. I have been sitting here waiting for his arrival and I can feel the excitement already building up inside of me.

My feminine flower so does want to feel his fingers upon her petals and sense his tongue as it tastes the nectar that flows within the fountain about to erupt. The sensation it gets as you devour pleasures is unexplainable and sends my body into unfrenzied convulsions!

A slight breeze is flowing through the trees and I sense his presence nearby. It is just a feeling I get within my body when he is close to me. I can only hope the expectations he has of me are not to high for my grasp.

The thoughts of her raced through his head as he felt the knots well up inside his body. A lump expanded in his throat; His heart raced a bit faster and he found it hard to breathe. These were all normal feelings he got when he was near her and whenever he thought of her.

Were these sparks from the newness of the relationship or were they from something much deeper. He couldn’t tell, he just knew the excitement of seeing her Avcılar Escort once again warmed him all over and made his manhood stand at attention……he felt himself already hard. The throbbing was enough to drive a person insane. He adjusted himself, as he did this he imagined it was her touch. The chills ran over him as he thought about her caress mmmmmmmmmm. His mind raced as he remembered her smell; the way she tasted; the way she felt . As he snapped back into reality he notice he was in full stroking mode. WOW what a daydream. He could barely stand to wait and see her.

As he pulled into the park she was already there. What a beautiful sight to behold. The blue jean skirt and halter top were simple yet so elegant and sexy. They only intensified her feminine attributes.

As she exited her vehicle, the warm feelings flowed through his body while he watched her every movement. He recorded her actions in his memory for future reference.

He was wearing his usual attire, pullover shirt and khaki jeans. He still took her breath away. His presence alone gave her heart a jolt and her breath quickened. To her he was a prince and perfect in all ways. She felt electrified when he was around. He made her feel as though no one or nothing else mattered. The world around her disappeared when she was with him.

As they ventured to their special place, he grabbed her hand and laced his fingers through hers. She gripped his hand so that he knew she didn’t want him to let go. They reached the secluded shady spot laden with soft grass. Rocks outlined the area as though it were a short wall giving them even mor privacy. She spread out the blanket as he gazed upon her beauty, frozen in that moment.

He could barely wait till after they devoured their food and in engaged in small talk to take her in his arms and devour her with his kisses and love touches. Beylikdüzü Escort He wanted to feel her soft silky skin upon his. He wanted to taste her sweet juices and smell her enchanting fragrance. He could not take it any more. He took her in his arms and began kissing her softly as his tongue gently entered her mouth and intertwined with hers. Then the kisses became more intense and passionate as he moved down her throat and neck. Caressing her softly as his hands and mouth navigated her body.

She felt shock waves of ecstacy throughout her system. The bolts of electricity seared through her body with force as she felt her vaginal walls ache for his touch. Her womanly juice filled her canal and trickled over the lips of her desire. She let out a moan as his hand caressed her right breast and his mouth found the left nipple, she held his head close to her breast allowing him to feed from her bosom like a hungry babe. Her mind soared as he ventured down her body kissing and licking her torso. He stopped to feast upon her inner loins and then drink from her fountain. As his tongue moves quick across her clit sending her into unbridled passion waves, she arches her back and makes such a loud sound of pleasure that this excites him even more and he feels a rush as he continues to feed from her womanhood. The way his magic tongue teases the swollen throbbing nub only sends her into convulsions and causes a spray of vaginal juice to flow from her like a water fountain. He seizes the opportunity to lap up the flowing juice and embellish in the moment. This combined with the moans of pleasure and writhing of her body ignite him and causes his manhood to throb begging for entrance into her cave. He wants to feel her juice surround his hard rod as he swims in the warmth of her juices.

They manage to maneuver into a 69 position and she grasps his manhood with eagerness. Bahçeşehir Escort As she brings it to her lips she allows her tongue to lick the tip. He feels her hot breath on his stiff member and it makes him quiver and moan. Just the thought of her touch excites him. She begins licking slowly at the tip and works her tongue around his penis. Holding the shaft gliding her hands up and down as she licks his rod in an ice cream cone fashion.. He tries to retain composure and continue his own dessert, but the pleasure she is bestowing upon him makes it hard to concentrate and fuels his hunger. He continues to feast upon her femininity as his hands are under her buttocks using them as levers to bring his meal closer. His knees are jell-O as she feeds from his hard cock. The sensations that run through his body caused him to pause and then gain control once more as he continues his quest into her womanly cavern.

Her body shakes as the nectar flows once more from her fountain and he drinks again from the spray.

She sits up and begs him to enter her. She wants to feel his hardness inside her. He then turns to face her as she spreads her legs to invite his hard soldier to dive into her pleasures. The sight is very enticing; her vaginal lips freshly shaven and smooth, glistening with wetness; plump and pink with hunger. The clit throbbing waiting and wanting to feel him.

He entered her with a hard swift stroke as the warmth of the cave surrounded his hard throbbing cock. He laid upon her feeling her sweat as her heart pounded and she raised her hips to allow deeper penetration of his manhood. He grasped her buttocks and drove himself hard and deep into her as he quickened the stroke. He was moving so fast and hard she felt his balls pound against her crack as he burst and spewed his milk into her. She held him to her as her vagina massaged his member as he felt a sea of juice drown his shrinking soldier. They were both out of breath and wet from the sweat that poured as they made love.

They just lay there for a while taking time to bask in the pleasure and record the moment. As they realized where they were and then again came back to reality.

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NOTE: All characters engaging in sexual activities are 18 years or older.

*****

Peri stopped just outside of Isabella Jefferson’s office, trying to convince herself that she wasn’t in any trouble and that the vice principal had some perfectly innocent reason for wanting to see her. After all, it was only her third day at Hindale Junior Academy and classes hadn’t even started, so what could she possibly have screwed up?

But Peri found the vice principal, a six-foot-tall black woman with piercing dark eyes, extremely intimidating. And she recalled someone once telling her that people were most often fired on Friday afternoons. So when Carol, Isabella’s assistant, had called asking her to come up after lunch, Peri began growing irrationally nervous.

The new art teacher took a deep breath, turned the door knob, and stepped into the small receptionist area where Carol sat behind her desk.

“Hello, Ms. Tanner, please come in,” she said, looking up. She reached over and pressed a button on her telephone. “Ms. Jefferson, Peri Tanner is here.”

“Send her in, please,” Isabella’s deep yet very feminine voice said through the phone’s speaker. Carol just nodded at Peri and gestured toward the door. Peri smiled nervously, knocked once on the inner office door, and then pushed it open.

She found Isabella seated behind a modernistic steel and glass desk. Another woman, seated in one of the two chairs facing Isabella, turned and looked up, smiling at Peri as she stepped into the room. Upon seeing her, Peri instantly relaxed.

“Peri, thanks for coming,” Isabella said, getting up and walking around the desk. She was wearing a cream-colored, knee-length skirt and a blue blouse that clung to her curvy figure. Her long, straight black hair was piled high on her head in a sloppy bun. “And I believe you know Mrs. Ellington.”

“Please, it’s Wendy,” said the woman, rising from her chair and stepping forward to give Peri a hug. “Peri, dear, it’s so good to see you again. I’m so glad you took my advice and applied for this position.”

Peri returned the hug happily. Wendy Ellington and her husband had attended a gallery event featuring new, local artists, of which Peri had been one. They had started talking and Wendy, a board member at Hindale, had encouraged Peri to apply for the open art teacher’s position. Peri felt deeply indebted to her.

“Oh, it’s all thanks to you, Wendy. I can’t tell you how grateful I am,” Peri gushed as she hugged the 38-year-old board member tightly.

“It was my pleasure dear,” Wendy said, stepping back but clasping both of Peri’s hands in her. “And don’t you look nice. I love the hair!”

Since the showing, Peri had cut her long, fine light brown hair short and had added blonde and pink highlights. Hindale had a progressive approach to its dress code and Isabella, who oversaw the school’s human resources issues, had no problem with Peri’s hair, although she had asked the young lady to remove her lip and nose piercings.

“Thanks,” Peri said, running her hand through her short locks. “You, of course, look fabulous.”

Wendy Ellington was wearing a light blue sundress that showed off her athletic body and large, firm breasts. She had shoulder-length dark hair and big grey eyes that sparkled in the sunlight streaming through the window. Peri had developed a crush on her the night they met and had secretly been hoping to see her again once she started the job. Now here she was, and Peri could feel a little tingling between her thighs.

“Peri, Wendy asked to meet with you alone and I volunteered my office, so I’m going to step outside and leave you two to it,” Isabella said. “There’s water and soda in the little fridge and snacks in the cupboard. And any supplies you might need, Wendy, are in the lower left hand drawer of the cabinet.”

Peri wondered what supplies Wendy could possibly need but didn’t have time to dwell on the matter because Wendy took her hand and pulled her over to Isabella’s black leather sofa. “Let’s sit here so we’re more comfortable,” she said.

“Sounds great,” Peri said as Isabella stepped out and closed the door behind her.

“Well, you’re probably wondering why I’m bothering you at work,” Wendy said, still holding Peri’s hand as they sat side-by-side, thighs almost touching.

“You’re not bothering me at all,” said Peri, laughing. “And I hope you know I’ll do anything I can for you.”

“Well, it’s more about what I hope I can do for you,” Wendy said. “As you know, I’m a huge art lover, always have been. We talked about my collection at your showing, and I believe I shared that I’d always hoped to be an artist, but I just don’t have the time or talent to devote to it. My stuff just isn’t that good, I’m afraid.”

Peri just smiled at her. She’d never seen any of Wendy’s efforts and wasn’t going to patronize the woman by praising work of which she had no knowledge. She guessed it was better than Wendy believed, but probably not good enough to be shown.

“But Esenyurt Escort I like to believe I can see great artistic potential when I see it, and I see it in you, as I told you before. You’re stuff has an awkward innocence to it, but there’s still an edge. I find it refreshingly fascinating. Anyway, I’ve got a lot of friends in the art community and I just wanted to let you know, if I can do anything for you, arrange a viewing or keep any eye out for some good studio space, I’m more than happy to do so.”

The young art teacher’s eyes watered a little as she gazed at Wendy. “I can’t believe how kind you’re being to me, Wendy. I don’t know what I’ve done to deserve it. You’re like my guardian angel or something.”

“Oh sweetie, like I said, I do it for the sake of art. If I can’t create great works, then the next best thing I can do is support those who can. Besides, I did the same for your predecessor, Mrs. Hadid,” Wendy said.

Which was true, she had done a lot for Sabrina Hadid, who now had her own studio with a small, attached gallery and was able to make a nice living off her ornate glass sculptures. She did not mention that for almost all of Mrs. Hadid’s three year tenure at Hindale, she had been Wendy’s lover. The tall, olive skinned art teacher with the raven black hair had become a fixture at the orgies regularly hosted by the Ellingtons and had also developed sexual relationships with a number of local gallery owners, both male and female.

It could be said that in addition to giving her art career a boost, Wendy had freed Sabrina’s long repressed sexual urges, and there was no getting that genie back in the bottle. It had eventually destroyed the Hadids’ marriage, but Sabrina had told Wendy she’d rather lose her husband than her friends and lovers in the art world.

Wendy was hoping to develop a similar relationship with Peri. She’d been fascinated by the slim, waifish young woman since meeting her several months ago. Now she sensed that Peri’s emotional reaction to her offer might be just the opening she was looking for. She reached out and brushed a single tear off the young teacher’s cheek, then placed her other hand on Peri’s bare knee.

The feel of Wendy’s hand on her leg caused the growing warmth between her legs to flare, and Peri looked her benefactor directly in the eye and gently licked her lips with a quick flick of her tongue. She put one hand on top of Wendy’s and squeezed, letting the older woman know that Peri both understood and approved of Wendy’s action. “I hope you’ll let me thank you, somehow, for all you’re doing for me,” she said softly.

Wendy ran a finger along Peri’s cheekbone and then slid her hand behind the young woman’s neck. She gently pulled Peri to her while leaning in and placing her mouth on Peri’s. The teacher pressed her lips into Wendy’s and parted them to allow the older woman’s tongue to slide into her mouth, gently swirling her tongue around the tip of Wendy’s. Peri wrapped an arm around Wendy and with her other hand lightly groped one of her breasts. Wendy slid her hand from Peri’s knee up her firm, pale thigh, eliciting a soft moan from the young woman. After several minutes of increasingly passionate kisses, Wendy pulled Peri’s black t-shirt off and quickly undid and removed her bra. Peri pulled down the straps of Wendy’s sundress and both women looked appreciatively at each other’s breasts.

In the outer office, Isabella Jefferson sat at her secretary’s desk, watching the action unfolding on her couch on the computer screen, the images provided by one of several webcams installed in the office. She had removed her blouse and bra, and her large, caramel colored breasts hung loose. Her skirt was bunched around her waist and Carol knelt on the floor, her face buried between her boss’ stocking-clad legs, lightly licking Isabella’s pussy lips.

“Not too fast, my little minx,” Isabella said. “I want to savor this.”

Inside the office, Wendy had pushed Peri down onto the couch and, after pulling off her short skirt and thong, climbed on top of her. They exchanged more kisses before Wendy began working her way down Peri’s body. She spent time licking and squeezing each of the young woman’s small, pointed breasts and sucking hard on her long, stiff nipples. Then she kissed down her remarkably firm stomach, swirling the tip of her tongue around the little jeweled hoop piercing Peri’s bellybutton, before sinking to her knees on the floor so that she could more comfortably feast on the young woman’s sex.

Peri’s bare cunt was glistening with her juices. Wendy paused to admire two small tattoos just above her slit, one of a dragon and the other a shooting star. She gave each a little kiss then began to apply long, slow licks to Peri’s labia. She pressed the tip of her tongue past the swollen folds and began to gently lick and kiss the warm, pink flesh beneath. She inserted a finger into Peri and swirled her tongue around the teacher’s swollen clit. Peri was moaning İstanbul Escort loudly and pulling on her nipples as waves of pleasure coursed through her. The orgasm that washed over her caused her to convulse wildly and she almost fell off the couch, causing both her and Wendy to laugh.

“Wow,” Peri said, then giggled a little and repeated the word. “Wow.”

“Well, I’m glad you enjoyed it as much as I did,” Wendy said, moving back onto the couch and then leaning in to kiss Peri hard. Peri could taste herself on Wendy’s lips and she licked as much of the juice off the older woman’s face as she could, reveling in the taste and smell of her own pussy.

“Now, I believe I owe you payback,” Peri said, stroking the inside of Wendy’s thighs.

“Sounds great, but would you do me a favor? Would you look and see what supplies Isabella has in her cabinet drawer? If I know her, there will be quite a few.”

Sitting watching on Carol’s computer, Isabella snorted, knowing full well what Peri would find; a strap-on, a double-headed dildo, two vibrators, handcuffs and a riding crop plus lube and several flavored oils. “Do you have any toys out here,” she demanded of Carol.

“Yes mistress, the large strap-on. It’s in the bottom drawer.”

Isabella pulled it out and put it on, shedding her skirt as she did so. She bent Carol over her desk and began to roughly fuck the 44-year-old secretary while keeping an eye on the screen. Carol, hands splayed on her desktop, moaned loudly as her boss fucked her, the whole time staring at a picture of her husband and four children. Knowing she was a whore wife and slut both shamed and excited her beyond belief.

Inside the office, Peri and Wendy had also decided on the strap-on. Peri slipped it on then lay down on the couch while Wendy, now completely naked, knelt over her, lowering herself slowly onto the long, thick fake cock. She began to bounce up and down while Peri played with her breasts. Every now and then, she would lean in and kiss Peri, their tongues dancing violently with passion. Peri began pulling on one of Wendy’s small, hard pink nipples while pushing lightly on her clit. The twin sensations quickly send the socialite over the edge, her body growing rigid as she climaxed.

Afterward, she collapsed on top of Peri, the strap-on still embedded in her, the two women softly kissing and stroking each other.

“Shouldn’t we get dressed before Ms. Jefferson returns?” Peri asked suddenly. If the vice principal came in now, then a Friday afternoon firing would indeed be occurring.

Wendy laughed and slid off and behind Peri so that she was spooning the younger woman. “Please, this kind of thing is common practice at Hindale,” she said, then raised her voice and called out. “Izzy, have you been watching us, you little voyeur?”

A few seconds later, a naked Isabella, still sporting the strap-on, now gleaming with Carol’s juices, stepped into the room and smiled down at her two naked guests. Peri’s eyes widened, but she didn’t move or say anything.

“Well, Peri, I see you’re going to fit in here at Hindale just wonderfully,” Isabella said in a playful tone. “Now, who would like to lick this clean? I assure you, Carol has a very yummy pussy.”

Unable to believe how her day had so drastically changed, Peri just lay there. But Wendy sat up and, leaning over her new lover’s naked body, grabbed the base of Isabella’s plastic cock and pulled it closer. She slowly ran her tongue up and down the shaft, occasionally smacking her lips for effect.

“You’re right, Izzy, your secretary tastes great. Why haven’t I sampled her before?”

“Because you’re too busy seducing half my staff,” said Isabella laughing. She unhooked the harness and removed the strap-on, grinning lewdly at Peri.

“Peri dear,” she said to her new teacher. “Would you be a dear and fuck the shit out of me?”

Peri grinned wildly. “You’re the boss!”

She sprang up and positioned herself behind the tall black woman, who had dropped to all fours in front of the couch. Wendy sat, her legs spread wide, directly in front of her. Peri, still wearing the strap-on, knelt and lined up the fake cock with Isabella’s pussy, slowly sliding it in as the vice principal leaned forward and began licking Wendy. Peri fucked her boss slowly at first, allowing Isabella to establish a rhythm to her licking of Wendy’s cunt. The young teacher tried to lean forward enough to play with Isabella’s massive breasts, swaying sensually with each of Peri’s thrusts, but couldn’t quite reach them while maintaining her balance. Isabella pulled back from her licking and called out, “Slave, get in here.”

Immediately, a naked Carol rushed into the room and fell to her knees. “Crawl under me and suckle my nipples. You know how I like it,” Isabella ordered.

“Of course, mistress,” Carol replied, thrilled to have been invited to participate. She had been sitting at her desk, listening to the sounds of Peri and Isabella’s flesh slapping Beylikdüzü Escort together and Wendy’s intense moaning, desperately wanting to get off. However, her mistress had not given her permission to cum and so she didn’t dare touch herself. Now though, if she did a good job, perhaps Isabella would reward her, she thought. She lay on her back and wriggled underneath her boss, sucking one of her large, dark nipples into her mouth. For the next several minutes, using her mouth and fingers, she stimulated the vice principal’s tits while the new art teacher fucked her with increasing speed and force.

Finally, despite her attempt to hold off for as long as possible, Isabella surrendered to the orgasm that had been building inside her and she sucked hard on Wendy’s clit just as it hit, so that both women climaxed simultaneously and loudly.

As soon as Isabella came, Carol returned to her desk while Peri and Isabella joined Wendy on the couch, swapping kisses and gently fondling each other.

“How would you two like to come with me to the Hotel Cambridge. I can take a suite, we’ll order room service, and watch porn and fuck all night. My treat,” Wendy said.

“That sounds fantastic. We’d love to,” Isabella said, answering for Peri without bothering to ask her young teacher. But Peri was completely on board with the plan and a few minutes later, now fully dressed, they headed out the door. Before she left, Isabella told Carol “Feel free to masturbate yourself to as many orgasms as you can before you leave tonight.”

“Thank you mistress,” said Carol and slipped her hand between her legs the second the outer office door closed.

Linda Farrell was gazing out her classroom window, which just happened to overlook the staff parking lot, when she saw Isabella, Peri and a woman who looked familiar but whom she could not place emerge from the administrative building. The unknown woman headed for a candy-apple red BMW convertible while Isabella and Peri hopped into the vice principal’s Lexus. She wondered where they were going and if Peri would be meeting them for drinks later, which in turn reminded her that she had not yet connected with Meg, the new girls’ PE teacher. On Wednesday afternoon, she and the school’s three other new teachers had met for drinks and dubbed themselves the Hindale New Teachers’ Club. They had decided to do so again tonight, and Linda was in charge of setting up the details. She had already confirmed with Peri and Chris, the new history teacher, but Meg seemed to never be in her office, or at least never picked up the phone.

Linda glanced at her watch and saw she had a few minutes before she needed to leave for a meeting, so she decided to try again. She picked up the phone mounted on the left side of her desk and punched in the number for Meg’s office down at the gym. It rang several times and Linda was just about to hang up when a voice, breathy and hoarse, came on the line.

“Hello…Meg Black, uh, speaking.” The PE teacher sounded confused and unfocused.

“Meg, it’s Linda, are you okay?”

“Oh, uh, hi Linda,” Meg said. Linda heard several dull thumps and then it sounded as if her friend was whispering to someone. After several long seconds, she came back on the line. “Yeah, yeah, I’m, ah, fine, just doing some exercises in my office.”

Linda was almost sure she heard someone stifle a laugh, but couldn’t be certain. “Anyway, what’s up?” Meg asked.

“I was just calling to confirm drinks tonight. Meet in the parking lot or, if you’re running late, over at Tomaso’s. Chris’ wife, Claire, is meeting us,” Linda said.

“Drinks? Yeah, right, of course,” Meg said, her voice seeming to rise an octave or two in pitch. Linda heard several more thumps and her friend drew in a deep breath. “Yes, I’m in, definitely. Well, gotta go now, have to finish up some stuff. Bye.”

There was a sharp rapping sound in Linda’s ear, then a click on the line, then a loud clunk, but the line didn’t go dead. It appeared as if a distracted Meg had attempted to put the handset on the receiver, but had missed and it had fallen to the floor. What Linda heard next through the still open line astonished her.

“Oh fuck baby, that was close. You are so nasty, fucking me while I’m on the phone,” said a giggling Meg. “I hope she didn’t hear anything.”

“Yeah, who was that, the hot new math teacher? I want to fuck her almost as much as I wanted to fuck you,” a man’s voice said. Linda’s eyes widen, and she held her hand over the mouthpiece so as not to give herself away by making any noise.

“Oh yeah, Linda’s hot. I’d love a threesome with her and…oh fuck Oscar, slam that big cock in me,” Meg cried out. More rhythmic thumps came over the phone and Linda realized it was the sounds of the school’s two physical education teachers fucking.

“Yeah, you like this cock, baby? You want more?” Oscar taunted his counterpart. “Is it better than your hubby’s dick?”

“Damn right it is, baby. Fuck that pencil-dicked loser. That whore can have his cheating ass and his pathetic excuse for a cock,” Linda heard Meg cry out. Had she been down at the gym, she would have seen her new friend and colleague naked on the edge of her desk, legs wrapped around the waist of Oscar Torres, the boys PE teacher.

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Chapter 09 — Home Cookin’

The office buzzed for the remainder of the week in the wake of our visit from the Deville sisters and there now former boytoy. The thought of that made me smile. I felt we had played it perfectly and the only thing lost was a small piece of Mindy’s pride, which repaired easily on a woman her age.

The mood was light and there was comfort in the air. As the week ended, I was excited to be going home and not having to go to someone else’s house. I cared for these women, but I liked our home. I could not wait to go home as Friday’s workday came to a close.

I stayed at the office a little late on Friday but finally shut my pc off and headed for the door. As I drove home I thought of how things had gone this week and how I had played my role. I tried to stay out the way of all of the ladies after the meeting, knowing each of them was probably involved in someway or another in the aftermath.

As I pulled into the driveway, I was content and happy. I stepped out of the car and into the house with expectations of seeing my two loves. This was a thought that had more appeal to me that I can possibly describe. I shut the door behind me and made my way up the stairs. As I entered the dining room, only one of them was waiting for me.

The sunset going on outside made the natural light in the house limited and it did not appear that any lights were on when I reached the top of the stairs. I was very surprised when I saw that the table was set with two place settings and a single lit candle was between them. I was even more surprised when Penny appeared from the kitchen with two plates, one each hand. She laid them on the table at the two settings and then looked at me with a smile.

“I made you dinner,” she informed me.

I took in the sight of her beauty as she was wearing only a loose fitting, thin strapped black summer dress. Her feet were bare and her hair was pulled back into a ponytail. It was simple and understated, yet somehow breathtaking.

“Thank you,” I responded politely.

As I looked down at the plates on the table, I noticed steak and potatoes filled them. It was interesting to say the least that she had surprised me like this. I smiled at her and put my briefcase down before moving behind her. I put my hands on her shoulders and softly kissed her cheek before I pulled out her chair for her and gestured for her to sit.

“To what do I owe this lovely surprise,” I asked as I moved back around the table to take my seat across from her.

“You owe it to a lot of things,” she remarked. “I have a lot of things I want to say to you.”

“Oh, are they good things,” I asked curiously.

“Some of them are,” she admitted. “Some you might not like and some you will have to digest.”

I looked at the solemn honesty on her face and wondered where she was going with this conversation. I was not uneasy or nervous but I was very interested in every word that she had to say. I loved this woman, that much was inescapable at this moment.

“Alright, please tell me what’s on your mind,” I urged.

I cut a small piece of steak and put it in my mouth as I looked through the shimmering light of the single candle onto the face of a woman with remarkable beauty. I was often surprised at how she continually took my breath away.

“Well, Beylikdüzü Escort let me start by saying I love you,” Penny began. “I do. It’s become a part of who I am and all that I do. I am not saying it for any other reason than to let you know how you impact my world with every breath you take.”

I took in her words and watched her sip her wine. At first I thought she looked nervous, and then I looked at her again. As she set her glass back down on the table, I reevaluated my position. She was not nervous; the confident look on her face squashed that theory. I decided that it could only be that she was so overcome with emotion about the things she was going to say that it made her tremble.

“I am thankful every moment of everyday for that being the case,” I acknowledged. “I have given and will continue to give my best effort to take great care of the gift of your heart.”

“I know,” she confirmed softly. “That’s why we are here. I missed you while you were gone. I have thought long and hard about the time you were gone and what exactly went on here. Some things have become clear to me.”

I was very anxious to hear exactly what she was talking about.

“Please, enlighten me,” I implored.

“First, we all missed you, GREATLY,” she outlined. “None of us really knew how to deal with it. After a short while, we all tried to find distractions to keep from missing you so much.”

“I’m sorry,” I interrupted her. “I really can’t tell-“

“Just let me finished,” she said as she held her hand up to stop me.

I looked at her through the small flame of the candle yet again. I nodded slowly.

“I am not trying to make you feel bad or rehash things we have already gone through,” she indicated. “Just hear me out.”

I nodded again as she sipped her wine once more.

“We started to spend less time with each other because each of us reminded the rest of us of you,” she revealed. “It was hard losing you and harder losing each other. It almost tore us apart.”

I couldn’t help but hang my head as she spoke. When I looked up at her again she was smiling. I loved her smile.

“While you were gone, I took some time away,” Penny informed me. “I went home for about three weeks. My dad got into some financial troubles by mismanaging his money and not understanding how to deal with his insurance company related to his illness.”

I looked at her intently. I did not know that she went home and I wondered why she waited until now to tell me. This was uncharted territory.

“I helped my parents regroup and recover,” she explained. “Then I came back. Things were a mess here. There was tension and anger at the office. There was confusion and hurt that no one was dealing with. I felt scared and lost inside for the first time since Emma started helping me learn how to grow up.”

As I watched her speak, a small trace of the fear she spoke about was evident on her face.

“It was about this point when Brooke and I started to get close,” she continued. “I was sitting alone in my office on a rainy afternoon. We were the only two left in the building and she just walked in, without knocking and took a seat. She looked at me and I remember not saying a word. Then, she just started talking. She started by telling me that Beylikdüzü Escort Bayan she missed you and she was tired of not saying it out loud. She did all the talking, going on and on about you, the office, her sister and a host of other topics. I just sat there calmly and listened. When she got up to leave, she looked back at me when she got to the doorway of my office. All I could say to her was ‘Thank You.'”

I listened to the recount much of the same way as Penny described how she listened to Brooke that night. I was mesmerized by this story and I wondered where it was going.

“So, I came home that night and cried myself to sleep,” Penny furthered. “I went to work the next day and Brooke took me to lunch. We just started spending a lot of time together. We went to ballgames, where we thought of you. We went out clubbing, which reminded us of you. We did so much together and I loved hearing her talk. She had so much life, so much energy and so much passion. She became my rock, the one thing that would get me through the ache I was feeling.”

I finished the food on my plate and wiped my mouth. I dropped my napkin on top of the plate and waited for Penny to go on.

“I was in a lot of pain and Brooke was making it easier to deal with,” she explained. “I had not opened up to her, though. Until one night, we were at her place. We were watching a movie and I started to cry. I cried uncontrollably and I laid my head in her lap. She brushed my hair back and wiped my tears until I was all cried out. Then she asked me how I felt. The only answer I gave her was, ‘I’m tired of not being his sunshine anymore.’ Then I went on and on about my love for you. I told her how empty I felt without and how much I wanted you to come back to us all, but mostly to me.”

I felt a lump form in my throat as she recounted this portion of her story. I could not believe how hard she had taken my being gone. I was truly undeserving of this type of affection. The softness behind her eyes told me everything I needed to know about my Penny.

“The next day Brooke left town,” Penny picked up after another sip of wine. “I assume that is when she went to get you. She did it for me. No one else would have done it and she would not have done it for anyone else. She did it for me. That’s why she’s here. If I am not here with you, then she is the only other person I want you to be with in this house. Forget the game for a second. No one else loves you like I do, that I know. I also know that no one understands you for who you are better than Brooke. I love that you can be yourself 100% of the time around both of us now. This is the first time in my life I have felt happy and complete at home and it’s because of both of you. This household is special for three reasons. I expect to find it the same way when I get back.”

Her last statement caught me by great surprise. I replayed in my mind several times before reacting.

“Get back,” I repeated. “Where are you going?”

“I have to go home again,” Penny revealed. “My dad needs me to help sort some things out again and I want to be there for him. I am going to be gone for a couple of weeks, but I am absolutely coming home to you.”

The look on her face when she said that was possibly the most determined look I had ever Esenyurt Escort seen on the face of any woman. It was as if it were not just a conversation between us, but her declaration to the world that this was her home and this is where she belonged. I was equally moved by her look and her words.

“When are you leaving,” I asked softly.

“Tomorrow morning,” she disclosed.

“I’ll miss you every moment that you are gone,” I told her.

“Then I will come home as soon as humanly possible,” she responded.

I stood from my chair and walked around the table. I leaned down and placed my hand on her cheek and lightly brushed her bangs behind her ear. I kissed her softly on the lips and felt her melt beneath me like a wilting flower. Penny reached up and locked her arms behind my neck as she continued kissing me sweetly. I scooped her up into my arms and carried her as we kissed.

I made it up the stairs, never taking my lips off of hers. I entered Penny’s room and laid her on her bed. I crawled onto the bed and hovered over her, staring into her eyes. Tonight was not about the game or anything else except my sunshine. I kissed her on the neck and ran my hands along her hips as I kissed between her gorgeous breasts. Penny pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it aside.

I ran my hands along her along her thighs and under her dress before lifting it over her head and throwing it to the floor. Penny was not wearing a bra and her lovely boobs were bare before me. Her black lace panties teased me as I stared at them and then back into her eyes. I lingered above her as she undid my belt and the button on my pants.

Penny helped me wriggle out of my pants and boxers as we kissed again. She had me worked up beyond words and my cement cock sprang free when she lowered my boxers past my knees. I kicked them off and to the floor along with my pants. My dick throbbed as Penny slipped her index fingers inside the waistband of her panties and moved them slowly down her legs.

Penny grabbed my firm shaft and guided it to her very moist opening quickly. I pushed inside of her and entered her easily. My rod pulsated inside her box as I forced my full length into her. I groaned as I kissed her neck again. Penny scratched my back with her perfectly manicured nails as I penetrated her again. I buried my entire tool within her hole as she gasped with delight.

I pressed into her again and again, firmly and deliberately. Penny moved her body in rhythm with mine to receive the maximum pressure from my prick. She felt amazing and I was in heaven. Again I injected my cock into her wanting gash as my batch built quickly. I withdrew and pressed into her once more, forcing Penny to groan. I pulled back and pushed inside of her harder as she wrapped her legs around my midsection.

As I pulled out Penny used her legs to draw me back in causing our flesh to crash together. I arched my back and attempted to remove my dick from her soaking wet pussy but Penny refused to allow me to exit her hole. I used all my leg muscles to pull out again but Penny dug the heels of her feet into the small of my back and I crashed into her opening again.

I came suddenly, flooding her insides with my batter. Penny shuttered and twitched lightly underneath me, biting her lip to silence her pleasure as I dumped my spunk into her box. I launched man milk into her vagina until I was completely spent. I crashed to the bed next to her and pulled her to me. We laid there in the silence and darkness, both breathing heavily in rhythm.

I couldn’t remember a more perfect moment in all my life.

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Je remercie Sadkins116 et Rebeccasm les auteurs de ce récit dont le titre original est « Jesse’s Journey Down a Rabbit Hole » sur ce site.

Dans sa version originale, cette histoire est illustrée, donc je ne peux que vous inciter à aller jeter un coup d’œil sur les pages des auteurs ci-dessus pour visualiser les dessins.

Enfin, je remercie tous les lecteurs qui me suivent et plus particulièrement ceux qui me laissent un petit commentaire.

Bien sûr, l’avertissement est de rigueur : Ce texte comprend de la soumission féminine et masculine, de la contrainte, de l’esclavage. Si votre esprit est en contradiction avec ces thèmes, ne perdez pas votre temps à le lire.

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Il faut deux jours à Marcus pour installer tout ce qu’a demandé Maître X. Il a détesté chaque moment. Tout ce à quoi il peut penser, c’est le danger qu’ils se mettent au-dessus de leur tête? Cependant, il n’a jamais vu sa femme si heureuse. Le soir du deuxième jour, il a installé toutes les caméras et les a connectées au réseau. C’est un réseau privé où il a configuré Maître X comme administrateur. Il vérifie les images pour s’assurer que chaque pièce est visible. Chaque caméra peut être bougée et possède un zoom. Marcus n’aime pas la télé-réalité, mais maintenant il vit ça avec un inconnu.

Il faut presque une demi-heure à Marcus pour écrire le courrier électronique et donner toutes les informations demandées à Maître X. Mais il ne parle pas de la porte électronique cachée qu’il a programmé au cas où Maître X déciderait de les enfermer totalement en esclavage.

Jessie entre au moment où Marcus envoie le message. Il la regarde, mais ne sourit pas. Il sait que c’est dangereux, mais il sait aussi qu’il ne pourra pas changer les idées de sa femme.

****

Maître X est assis devant son ordinateur lorsque le message arrive. Il sourit quand il voit qui vient de l’envoyer.

– Ils ont mordu à l’hameçon. Il ne me reste plus qu’à les ramener. Dit-il à haute voix.

Il ouvre le message pour le lire. Il ne lui faut que quelques minutes pour aller sur le réseau privé et en changer le mot de passe. Ensuite il passe d’une caméra à l’autre pour les essayer. Ensuite il parcourt leur ordinateur et leurs autres appareils pour dénicher tous leurs fichiers qu’il recopie sur un disque dur. Lorsque qu’il trouve le répertoire des photos de famille, il passe lentement celles-ci une à une. Et quelque chose attire son attention. C’est leur fille. Elle est une version fabuleuse de sa mère en plus jeune. Il sourit et pense déjà à ce qu’il pourrait obtenir d’un duo d’esclaves mère-fille. Ça va être une mine d’or.

Durant les prochaines heures, Maître X fouille les données du couple et glane un tas d’informations personnelles dont il pourra se servir plus tard éventuellement. Ensuite, il commence un courrier dans lequel il donne des instructions à Jessie pour son premier jour d’école. Le maître esclavagiste veut exercer son autorité sur elle tout de suite. Il a besoin qu’elle sache qu’il a le contrôle sur elle à l’université comme à la maison.

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Jessie était très nerveuse en regardant Marcus poser les caméras. Elle avait eu peur qu’il ne le fasse à temps. Elle n’arrêtait pas d’être derrière le dos de son mari, sin bien celui-ci dut la chasser pour travailler tranquillement.

Mais lorsque Marcus envoie le courrier, elle peut enfin se détendre. Le lendemain, dès qu’elle se réveille, elle court à l’ordinateur. Elle pense que Maître X aura répondu. Elle ouvre sa messagerie et n’y trouve rien. Déçue, elle se dirige vers la cuisine et fait du café. Bien sûr, elle est nue et la maison est fraîche. Ses mamelons durcissent, mais pas à cause du froid. Son corps tremble d’excitation.

« J’espère qu’il va me contacter aujourd’hui. Je ne peux pas attendre, j’ai besoin qu’il me contrôle » Jessie est plongée dans ses pensées quand son mari entre dans la cuisine.

– Mon café est prêt salope?

– Presque Marcus, je viens de le lancer. Répond-elle.

La réaction de son mari est instantanée. Il attrape ses cheveux et l’attire brutalement contre lui. Son visage à quelques centimètres du sien, il dit :

– Maintenant que nous savons ce que tu es, tu t’adresseras à moi en disant Monsieur ou Maître. Ton prénom est désormais « salope ». Si tu es obéissante je t’autoriserai à m’appeler par mon prénom en public. Et si tu es très obéissante, j’utiliserai peut-être ton vrai prénom.

Jessie est surprise et choquée par la réaction de son mari. Une larme coule sur sa joue et elle dit :

– Oui Monsieur.

Le reste de la journée est calme. Et comme Marcus ne veut pas parler à sa femme, il part jouer au golf. Jessie nettoie la maison et consulte souvent sa messagerie. Cette nuit-là, il fait encore très frais dans la maison. Marcus se couche tôt, Mais Jessie ne peut pas dormir. Alors elle surfe sur internet, en espérant que Maître X la contacte.

Deux jours plus tard, le message attendu de Maître X arrive enfin. Jesse retient son souffle et l’ouvre rapidement.

« bursa escort LèvresChaudes,

c’est la dernière fois que je t’appelle ainsi. Dorénavant ton nouveau nom est Salope.

Voici mes instructions :

Aujourd’hui tu vas aller acheter une tenue pour courir. Elle devra être composée d’un short en lycra et d’un petit haut court. Ce haut devra être de trois tailles plus petites que ce que tu portes habituellement. Tu porteras cette tenue tous les jours quand tu iras courir.

Tu vas acheter des jupes, des robes et des chemisiers transparents qui répondent à certaines spécifications. Les jupes et les robes peuvent avoir des longueurs variables, mais elles doivent arriver au maximum à cinq centimètres au-dessus des genoux. Les chemisiers doivent avoir des boutons, être coupés court, et être de deux tailles trop petits.

Chaque soir, en sortant du travail, tu retireras ta jupe ou ta robe et tu joueras avec ta chatte tout le trajet jusqu’à la maison. Et tu marcheras de ta voiture à ta maison sans jupe ou sans robe.

Tu vas t’acheter un bon téléphone portable, avec un accès internet et un bon appareil photo. Tu m’enverras le numéro dès que tu l’auras.

Tu m’enverras un selfie de tes seins dans ta classe.

Le premier jour à l’université, tu porteras une jupe et un chemisier boutonné à part les trois premiers boutons du haut.

À l’heure du déjeuner tu te masturberas pendant quinze minutes, mais tu n’as pas le droit de jouir.

À la fin de la journée, tu me feras un rapport détaillé avec tous les détails.

Tu ne peux baiser qu’avec ma permission.

Ne me déçois pas salope!

Maître X. »

Jessie est tellement excitée qu’elle enfile une jupe et un petit haut de sport avant de se précipiter vers la porte. Elle veut faire les achats préconisés.

Marcus regarde sa femme sortir rapidement. La petite jupe de tennis blanc couvre à peine son cul nu. Le petit haut a les trois boutons du haut ouverts, laissant une vue parfaite sur sa poitrine. Il sait que Maître X vient de la contacter. Incapable de s’en empêcher, il se dirige vers le bureau et ouvre la messagerie de sa femme. Quand il lit les nouvelles règles et ce qu’elle doit faire à l’école, il sait que cette salope va avoir l’esprit retourné et que son corps va être excité. Sa queue est raide et, malgré sa colère, il a envie de la baiser violemment.

Maître X regarde les images filmées par les caméras. Il veut voir la réaction de Marcus lorsque sa femme quitte la maison. Il est heureux de voir que la curiosité l’a emporté et qu’il lit le courrier de sa femme. Le maître rusé attend de voir son érection avant d’envoyer un message.

« Marcus,

Je vois que tu as envie de ta femme. Tu sais que je contrôle maintenant quand elle peut coucher avec toi. Je suis prêt à retirer cette restriction nous nous mettons d’accord sur certains points. Comment veux-tu utiliser l’esclave sans restrictions? »

Marcus lit le message. Sa queue est assez dure pour casser des pierres. La pensée de passer un mois sans sexe est intolérable. Il tape rapidement une réponse.

« Que voulez-vous de moi? »

« Je veux d’abord que tu m’appelles Maître X quand tu t’adresses à moi.

Ensuite je choisirai tes vêtements lorsque tu seras à la maison.

Tu me demanderas la permission d’aller aux toilettes.

Ce sont les seules petites règles à respecter pour avoir la possibilité de baiser ta salope quand tu le voudras.

Maître X »

Marcus réfléchit à ce message. Appeler ce bâtard Maître X le dérange vraiment. C’est la pire règle. Peu importe ce qu’il porte à la maison et il peut se retenir de demander de pisser. Mais l’appeler Maître X c’est difficile. Après quelques secondes de réflexion, il répond :

« Maître X,

je suis d’accord avec vos règles, à condition que je puisse utiliser la salope à tout moment et n’importe où.

Marcus »

Le maître de la manipulation a presque éclaté de rire. Ce couple est trop facile à manipuler. Pour s’assurer que le mari qui va bientôt être émasculé sache qui est le Maître, il lui envoie un premier ordre :

« Très bien. Vous allez dans la commode de votre salope de femme et vous en sortez une petite culotte sexy et une paire de bas noirs. Et vous les enfilez. À partir de maintenant c’est tout ce que vous porterez à la maison. Si je vous surprends à porter autre chose, vous perdrez le droit de baiser votre femme.

Votre Maître. »

Marcus fixe l’écran, ne croyant pas vraiment ce qu’il lit. Cependant son cerveau est embrouillé et a perdu tout sens commun. Il traverse le couloir et se dirige vers la commode de sa femme. Il choisit une petite culotte en dentelle et l’enfile. Elle trop petite si bien que sa queue et ses couilles sont pressées contre son corps. Même s’il est gêné de la porter, il trouve que le tissu est doux sur sa peau. La façon dont la culotte serre son sexe lui donne l’impression que c’est quelqu’un qui tient sa bite. Une fois de plus il bande et sa queue sort de la culotte à la ceinture.

Marcus görükle escort ouvre un autre tiroir et cherche dedans jusqu’à ce qu’il trouve ce qu’il veut. Il s’agit d’une paire de bas en soie noir qu’il a acheté pour Jessie, pour qu’elle soit sexy. Il aimait quand elle les portait et il veut voir ce que ça donne sur lui. Il s’assoit sur le bord du lit et glisse les bas sur ses jambes velues. Plus il tire, plus il comprend pourquoi les femmes se rasent les jambes.

Cela lui prend quelques minutes, mais finalement Marcus se retrouve vêtu d’une culotte en dentelle et de bas. Vicieux, Maître X prend le numéro d’un ami de Marcus n’habitant pas loin et lui envoie un texto!

– Hé John! Jessie est partie faire des courses, passe prendre une bière.

Marcus n’a pas idée de ce qui se trame. Il se dirige vers le salon. Il se dit qu’il ne faut pas qu’on le voie alors il s’assure que les rideaux soient fermés. Il s’assoit et regarde une vidéo de sa femme en train de devenir une salope lorsque la porte d’entrée s’ouvre et son ami John entre.

– Salut Marcus… Bon sang, que portes-tu? Pourquoi m’as-tu invité habillé comme ça?

Marcus a le souffle coupé lorsque son ami et voisin d’en face franchit la porte. Il est pris au piège et ne trouve aucune excuse valable pour sa tenue.

– Je… Je… je ne peux pas te le dire. Bégaie-t-il.

John regarde la télé et voit Jessie se filmer toute nue dans des toilettes publiques. Il regarde Marcus et sourit :

– Hé bien, je n’aurais jamais pensé que vous étiez si pervers. Attendez que je le dise aux amis.

– John, s’il te plaît, ne fais pas ça. C’est juste un jeu entre ma femme et moi. Pourquoi es-tu ici?

Marcus est rouge de honte. Il est humilié, mais savoir que Maître X l’observe excite son corps. Sa queue pointe encore au-dessus de la petite culotte en dentelle.

– Tu m’as envoyé un texto me disant de venir prendre une bière. Mais en te regardant, j’ai l’impression que tu veux autre chose.

– Un texto? Je ne t’ai jamais envoyé de texto…

« Peut-être est-ce Jessie qui l’a fait? » Pense Marcus.

Il lève les yeux vers John et crie :

– NON JOHN! PAS DE PHOTOS!

Il voit son ami prendre des photos avec son téléphone. Il veut se lever, mais John l’arrête avec un ton méchant :

– Assieds-toi lopette! Je veux voir le film que tu as choisi pour moi. J’ai déjà envoyé les photos sur mon ordinateur à la maison. Donc si tu ne veux pas que quelqu’un les voie, tu vas être un bon garçon. Alors assieds-toi et ne bouge pas jusqu’à ce que je dise le contraire.

John s’assit sur le canapé. Puis après quelques secondes il commande :

– Va me chercher une bière pendant que je profite du spectacle que ta femme donne.

Marcus, qui sait qu’il n’a plus d’autres choix qu’obéir, se lève et va à la cuisine. Il revient quelques instants plus tard avec deux bières.

– Deux? Je ne bois pas si vite!

– J’en ai apporté une pour moi. Répond Marcus.

– je n’ai pas dit que tu pouvais en avoir une. Va la ranger! Si tu veux une bière tu me demandes.

Marcus fait demi-tour et retourne à la cuisine. Il est comme fou, mais il ne peut rien y faire. Il sait que c’est ce que veut Maître X. Maintenant son voisin le fait chanter et il ne sait pas où ça va le mener. Il revient dans le salon et fait mine de s’asseoir sur le canapé quand John dit :

– Oh! Tu ne t ‘assois pas à côté de moi. Pas habillé comme ça! Assis toi sur le sol lopette!

Marcus rougit encore plus, mais obéis et se laisse tomber sur le sol. Il reste comme ça quelques minutes avant que John parle à nouveau :

– Dis donc, je ne savais pas que ta femme était une telle salope. Je viens d’avoir une idée. Organisons une soirée de poker où ta femme sexy sera le pot.

– Qu’est-ce que tu veux dire par là? Le pot? Demande Marcus.

– tout le monde va parier et toi tu parieras un vêtement de ta femme. Le gagnant remporte les paris et le vêtement. Ta femme devra aussi s’asseoir sur les genoux du gagnant jusqu’à la fin de la main suivante. Et toi, tu vas perdre jusqu’à ce qu’elle soit nue.

– Mais John, c’est impossible que je perde à chaque main.

– Mais si, surtout si tu ne veux pas que je dévoile ton secret de lopette. Ensuite, une fois complètement nue, c’est elle que tu parieras et elle devras faire un acte sexuel sur le prochain gagnant. S’il a déjà gagné, elle lui donnera un bon qu’il pourra utiliser à tout moment. Quand elle sera nue, je me débrouillerai pour que tu gagnes une ou deux mains pour remporter les mises et gagner un peu d’argent. Mais je ne peux pas te garantir que Jessie ne se fera pas baiser à plusieurs reprises. Pas seulement cette nuit de poker, mais tant qu’il y aura encore des bons.

Maître X est émerveillé devant les résultats de son plan. Il avait cru que Marcus paniquerait et enfilerait à la vite des vêtements. Mais John entrant et le traitant de lopette est encore mieux. Il regarde l’ami de Marcus faire des plans pour baiser Jessie. C’est bursa escort bayan une bonne idée et il va s’assurer qu’elle se concrétise.

John finit de regarder la vidéo et baisse les yeux sur Marcus assis par terre. Il bande comme jamais et il sait bien que lorsqu’il rentrera chez lui sa femme ne sera sûrement pas d’humeur à le soulager. Il déteste avoir les couilles pleines. Il réfléchit une minute et décide de pousser le jeu plus loin.

– Marcus, rampe jusque ici et sors ma bite. Je ne peux pas rentrer à la maison la bite raide et les couilles pleines. Ta salope n’est pas là, alors tu dois prendre sa place. Occupe-toi de ma queue avec ta bouche et fais-moi jouir.

– Je… John, je ne peux pas faire ça. As-tu perdu la tête?

– Absolument pas. Et je suis sûr que tu n’as pas le choix. Si tu ne m’obéis pas, toutes les personnes que tu connais apprendront tes nouvelles habitudes coquines. Maintenant, suce ma bite!

Marcus est en colère. Il est dans une situation désagréable. Tour ce qu’il voulait c’est pouvoir baiser sa femme. Maintenant il n’a plus le contrôle sur rien. Il se rend compte que s’il n’obéit pas à son ancien ami, sa vie est foutue. Quelle saloperie ce que Maître X a mis en place. Il est maintenant aussi soumis que sa femme.

Marcus rampe entre les jambes de John. Il lève les yeux vers son ancien ami qui ne bouge pas, un sourire vicieux sur le visage.

– Vas-y lopette Marcus. Tu sais que faire. Sors ma bite et mets-la dans ta gorge. Si tu ne me fais pas jouir d’ici dix minutes, j’envoie les photos de tout le monde ainsi que de la vidéo que je suis en train de faire.

Marcus n’a pas le choix. Il ouvre le pantalon de John et sort sa queue. Elle est à moitié raide et elle rebondit au-dessus de son visage.

Il se rapproche de la grosse bite et tire lentement la langue. Il lèche la pointe. Il goûte le liquide pré éjaculatoire et est surpris que ce ne soit pas trop mauvais. Ensuite il descend et lèche les couilles de John. Il les prend une par une dans sa bouche et fait tourner sa langue autour.

La bite de son voisin devient dur comme de la pierre. John l’humilie encore plus en filmant ce qu’il fait. Marcus remonter lentement le long de la queue jusqu’à l’extrémité. Puis il ouvre grand la bouche et enfourne le membre jusqu’à ce que celui-ci touche le fond de sa gorge. Il est étonné, car il reste encore bine dix centimètres de bite au-dehors de sa bouche. Alors il lève la main et commence à caresser le bas de la queue pendant qu’il monte et descend sa bouche dessus.

– Plus que trois minutes salope! Tu ferais mieux de t’appliquer si tu ne veux pas que tout le monde voit que tu es un pervers. Dit John pour se moquer de son ami soumis.

Marcus panique et s’applique de mieux en mieux sur sa fellation. Il doit faire jouir John à tout prix. Il accélère ses mouvements de tête jusqu’à ce qu’il sente la queue se contracter dans sa gorge et exploser.

John grogne alors qu’il éjacule dans la gorge de Marcus. Il tient la tête sur sa bite jusqu’à ce qu’il finisse.

– Bien salope, tu as vingt secondes d’avance. Maintenant tu gardes mon foutre dans ta bouche jusqu’à ce que je sois rentré et chez moi et que je t’appelle. Souviens-toi que ton cul est à moi maintenant donc quand j’appelle, j’espère que tu répondras rapidement. Et prépare la soirée de poker de samedi. La prochaine fois, je veux ta femme.

Marcus ne peut qu’acquiescer de la tête. Il ne peut pas parler avec la bouche pleine de sperme. Il reste à genoux et regarde John sortir de sa maison et traverser la rue.

Deux heures plus tard, Jessie rentre du shopping. Quand elle entre dans la maison, elle a le souffle coupé. Elle voit son mari dans la cuisine vêtu d’une de ses petites culottes et de ses bas.

– Marcus, qu’est-ce que tu fais? Pourquoi portes-tu mes affaires? Demande-t-elle.

Son mari la regarde et crache de colère :

– C’est de ta faute. Tu n’es qu’une salope. Je t’aide pour tes besoins pervers et maintenant je suis soumis comme toi.

– Oh mon Dieu Marcus, que s’est-il passé? Je ne suis parti que quelques heures.

– Hé bien, tu sais que je n’ai pas le droit de coucher avec toi sans la permission de Maître X. Je sais que je n’aurais pas pu tenir le coup. Alors Maître X et moi sommes parvenus à un accord. En respectant certaines règles, je peux t’avoir de la manière que je veux et quand je veux. Mais je dois l’appeler Maître X et je ne peux porter à la maison que ce qu’il permet. Et il vient de me faire porter ça.

– Mais tu es mignon Marcus. Ricane Jessie.

Marcus répond sur un ton de colère :

– C’est pas drôle. Maître X a envoyé un texto à John de l’autre côté de la rue pour qu’il vienne prendre une bière ici. Il m’a surpris dans le salon en train de regarder un film que tu as fait. Il est entré et avant que je comprenne, il a pris des photos puis il m’a filmé pendant que je le suçais. Et maintenant je dois préparer une soirée de poker où tu seras le pot. Avant la fin de la nuit, tu te seras faite baiser par tout le quartier.

– Oh mon Dieu Marcus, je ne savais pas. Et je ne m’imaginais pas que tu allais être entraîné dans mes fantasmes. Je suis vraiment désolé mon chéri.

Mais avant que Marcus puisse répondre, le téléphone sonne. Sans réfléchir, il prend le combiné.

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Pt. 3. La Cérémonie

1.

Extérieurement, Marie Castillo avait l’air calme, mais intérieurement, elle luttait contre la panique. La journée avait été longue et éprouvante. Par moment, elle se sentait confuse et sur le bord de l’évanouissement. Elle combattait les larmes et une incontrôlable envie de se rouler en boule comme une petite fille en voyant la voiture qui ramenait sa mère à la maison. Sa sœur était partie il y a plus d’une heure et maintenant, elle restait seule.

Raphaël lui avait appris un peu plus tôt que son nouveau statut faisait en sorte qu’elle pourrait désormais vivre dans l’immense domaine des Da Silvas. Situé en Campagne, dans un coin isolé, la résidence du Parrain était impressionnante. L’immense terrain de la propriété était constitué de trois pavillons indépendants. Un pour Da Silva, un pour les invités et un pour le personnel. Le tout s’organisait autour d’une cour centrale munie d’une piscine, d’un tennis, d’une fontaine et d’un jardin aux fleurs exotiques et scintillantes. À l’extrémité du quadrilatère, on retrouvait une écurie dont le luxe aurait fait rougir bien des bourgeois. Au-delà de l’écurie, trente acres de prairies et de forêts défendus comme une forteresse.

Marie fut installée avec tout les honneurs et les attentions dans la maison des invités. Il aurait apparemment été indécent qu’elle vive sous le même toi que son futur mari. Elle pleura une partie de la nuit et tomba d’épuisement alors que le soleil se levait.

Tôt le lendemain matin, on lui apporta un petit déjeuner fort copieux et on lui annonça que ses affaires personnelles seraient là sous peu. Raphaël se présenta à sa porte un peu après midi. Il était accompagné de son oncle Alfonso. Celui-ci lui expliqua le fonctionnement et les règlements du domaine. Elle avait le loisir d’aller et de faire ce qui lui plaisait, mais elle ne pouvait avoir accès à la maison principale sans y avoir été invité. De plus, elle ne pouvait sortir du domaine seul. On l’amènerait visiter sa mère régulièrement. Marie appris avec consternation que ce serait désormais l’oncle Da Silva qui s’occuperait personnellement du bien être de Jeanne. Finalement, il annonça que le mariage aurait lieu le 26 mai prochain, dans plus de huit mois.

Rétrospectivement, cette période aura été plutôt agréable pour Marie. L’adaptation à ce nouvel environnement n’aura certes pas été facile, mais cette nouvelle vie avait des avantages. De un, sa chambre était superbe et donnait sur une grande pièce, mi-bibliothèque, mi-atelier parfaitement équipée. De deux, Marie a développé à cette époque une véritable passion pour l’équitation. Elle avait sa propre jument. Elle pouvait passer des heures à brosser, cajoler et monter l’animal. Et de trois, Raphaël Da Silva était toujours agréable avec elle. Son attitude n’avait rien à voir avec celle de l’homme qui avait violé sa mère et qui l’avait humilié elle et sa sœur. Mais surtout, Marie n’était plus seule.

Toute sa vie, elle avait été solitaire. Elle avait peu d’amis et préférait de loin les livres aux humains. Une fois installée chez Da Silva, elle se lia d’amitié avec plusieurs membres du personnelle du Parrain. Il y avait bien sur Léo, le responsable des écuries qui était un ancien fermier de la région, mais surtout sa fille Anne dont la principale responsabilité était de répondre aux besoins de la future madame Da Silva. Il y avait aussi Line et Mireille, deux jeunes femmes de ménage qui étaient d’une grande culture et d’une gentillesse sans failles. Ces gens étaient beaucoup plus abordables que les serviteurs un peu snobs qui avaient peuplé son enfance. Pour la première fois de sa vie, Marie avait de vraies amies.

Elle aurait bien pu s’abandonner à cette vie de princesse, mais quelques nuages lui cachaient le soleil. Tout d’abord, il y avait sa mère. Chaque samedi, elle quittait le domaine pour visiter la villa Castillo. La maison était pratiquement déserte et ressemblait à un musée. Semaines après semaines, Jeanne semblait plus faible et amaigrie. Son attitude était toujours aussi rigide, mais son regard était de plus en plus triste. Leurs conversations se résumaient à peu de chose. Elles échangeaient des banalités et Jeanne lui rappelait de garder courage, de rester elle-même et de ne pas renier son nom et son héritage. Jamais elle ne se plaignait de sa condition et jamais elle ne parlait de sa sœur. Pour l’essentielle, elles passaient l’après midi en silence, se tenant parfois par la main, jusqu’à ce que le chauffeur signale le moment du départ.

La seconde épine dans le cœur de Marie était sa sœur Sylvie. Au départ, elle restait compréhensive envers son aînée, mais avec le temps, son attitude devenait de plus en plus désagréable et inquiétante. Le repas du dimanche amenait pratiquement toujours des invités au domaine. Bien qu’elle n’aimait pas vraiment ces rencontres, Marie gardait toujours une attitude diplomatique et polie face aux invités. Sylvie était presque toujours du nombre. Après la cérémonie des fiançailles, elle avait bursa escort rapidement emménagé avec son amant, Maxime. Elle était en amour par-dessus la tête avec cet homme et l’exprimait sans ménagement.

Marie détestait cet individu trop beau, trop poli, trop élégant, trop parfait. Elle détestait la manière avec laquelle il traitait sa sœur, son attitude condescendante et paternaliste envers Sylvie. Elle détestait son regard et surtout son sourire charmeur qui émouvaient toutes les femmes qui l’approchaient. Elle se méfiait de lui plus que de la peste. Mais plus le temps passait, plus Sylvie l’irritait.

Sa sœur se comportait comme une véritable catin lorsqu’elle était avec son amant. En fait, Marie ne se souvenait pas vraiment d’avoir été seule avec sa sœur. À cette époque, elle le suivait partout comme un petit chien, toujours accrochée à lui. Elle l’embrassait à pleine bouche partout et devant tout le monde. Elle se frottait littéralement sur lui. Cherchant à peine à se cacher, ils se pelotaient d’une manière tout à fait indécente à la moindre occasion. Souvent, le couple s’éclipsait en douce pour aller faire l’amour en vitesse. Leur réputation n’était plus à faire parmi le personnelle du domaine. Les récits coquins mettant en vedette la belle Sylvie chevauchant son amant dans les écuries ou hurlant son plaisir dans les buissons faisaient fureur. Rarement, quittait-elle l’endroit avec ses vêtements proprement ajustés. Au contraire, il y avait souvent de l’herbe ou du foin dans ses sous vêtements.

Une chose inquiétait Marie par-dessus tout : le regard de Sylvie. Il n’était jamais franc. Elle faisait beaucoup de bruit, mais il y avait une absence dans ses yeux. Jamais elle ne la regardait directement. Elle évitait d’être seul avec sa sœur. Au début, c’est elle qui entraînait son amant dans les buissons. Avec le temps, son regard est devenu de plus en plus éteint, ses yeux de plus en plus vitreux. Mais surtout, ce n’était plus elle qui avait le leadership dans le couple. Tranquillement, elle prenait le second rôle. De plus en plus, elle avait l’aire d’une petite fille soumise à son amant. Il lui disait quoi faire et elle le faisait avec le sourire. Leur sexualité était toujours aussi exubérante, mais c’était maintenant Maxime qui décidait du où et du quand. Un soir, Marie le vit clairement traverser la pièce après avoir fini son verre, attraper Sylvie par le bras, interrompant sa conversation, pour l’attirer vers les toilettes. Dix minutes plus tard, elle était de retour décoiffée et son soutien gorge avait disparu.

Finalement, il y avait Bruce. C’était le chien de Da Silva. Un gigantesque rottweiler, costaud et agressif. Selon ce qu’on en disait, c’était une bête merveilleuse. Pour Marie, ce chien semblait tout droit sorti d’un film d’horreur. Sa puissante mâchoire pouvait briser une jambe sans efforts. Quand il était au domaine, Raphaël était toujours accompagné de son chien, même à table où on le nourrissait de filets mignons. C’était stupide, même intimidant, ce n’était qu’un chien. Mais l’animal lui rappelait constamment qu’elle vivait sous l’emprise d’un homme cruel.

2.

De son côté, Sylvie était sur un nuage. Le lendemain de leur nuit d’amour, Maxime se présenta à la porte de sa chambre. Étendue, nue dans son lit, elle se caressait doucement en repensant à la nuit qu’elle venait de passer avec Maxime. Jamais, elle n’aurait crue qu’une femme puisse jouir aussi souvent et avec autant de force. Elle était profondément troublée par les émotions que cet homme créait en elle. Elle sursauta et se couvrit rapidement lorsqu’il cogna à la porte.

-Oui. Qui est là?

-C’est moi, Maxime

-Oh! Entre mon amour.

Il entra en vitesse

-Tu es toujours couché?

-Euh, en fait, je pensais à toi.

Il s’approcha d’elle, retira les couvertures et, constatant sa nudité, il sourit à pleines dents. Il se pencha et l’embrassa passionnément. Il posa la main sur sa chatte et constata qu’elle était trempée. Il taquina son clitoris.

-Tu te branlais?

-Hi! Hi! Je pensais à toi.

-Et c’est ce qui te fait mouiller comme ça?

-Hi! Hi! En fait, j’ai déjà dû me changer 2 fois de culottes ce matin. Je mouille constamment.

-Continue. Montre-moi comment tu fais.

Timidement, ses doigts retournèrent à sa chatte. Il écarta ses jambes pour mieux voir. Sylvie ferma les yeux et s’offrit en spectacle. Moins de cinq minutes plus tard, Maxime était profondément enfoncé dans son vagin et elle criait de nouveau sa jouissance. Une fois le calme revenu, il lui dit.

-Je suis venue te dire que tout est organisé. Si tu le veux, dès demain, tu pourras venir habiter chez moi.

-Tu es sérieux?

-Absolument.

-Ohhh! Maxime!

Elle lui sauta littéralement dessus. Elle l’embrassa longuement. Sa bouche explorant chaque partie de son corps pour finalement s’arrêter sur sa queue. Bientôt, Sylvie se retrouva à quatre pattes, le pénis de son amant poussant délicatement sur son anus. Au görükle escort moment où il s’enfonçait dans son cul, elle dit :

-Mon trou du cul t’appartient mon amour!

3.

Sylvie emménagea donc chez Maxime. Les premiers jours, ils ne quittèrent le lit que pour manger et encore les repas se passaient souvent sous le signe de l’érotisme. Maxime dû retourner rapidement à ses occupations. Officiellement, son travail était de faire la gérance des différents bars contrôlés par Da Silva. Sylvie était loin de se douter que sa principale fonction était d’être le souteneur numéro un de la ville. Il s’assurait de fournir des filles de qualités aux riches clients de ses réseaux et surtout il s’assurait que leurs performances étaient à la hauteur des attentes du client. Il patrouillait les bordels et les bars de danseuses pour maintenir la discipline et s’occuper des intérêts de l’organisation. Professionnel, il ne touchait jamais aux filles, mais ses activités étant nocturne, il passait peu de temps à la maison.

Sylvie s’installa donc rapidement dans une routine caractérisée par de longues périodes d’ennuie et de brèves moments de passion brûlante. Une journée type dans sa vie commençait vers midi, au moment où Maxime se réveillait. Elle attendait impatiemment ce moment pour lui faire l’amour tendrement. Il quittait en début d’après midi. Le reste de la journée était insupportablement long. Bien entendu, elle courait les magasins, allait au cinéma, flânait à la piscine etc. Le soir, elle se préparait, se mettait belle et sexy pour son homme et attendait impatiemment son retour. Il rentrait généralement vers trois heures du matin. Il était alors invariablement excité et lui faisait l’amour sur le champ. Il va s’en dire que la communication n’était pas le point fort du couple

Elle vivait maintenant dans un immense penthouse, en plein centre ville. Elle était libre de ses allez et venus, mais elle était toujours accompagnée d’un chauffeur. Sylvie aurait très bien pu renouer des liens avec d’anciens amis, mais sa priorité était Maxime, son sauveur, et elle n’avait pas le cœur à grand-chose quand il était absent. Ses journées se vivaient en montagne russe; très intense avec Maxime et très ennuyante sans lui. L’angoisse et le mal de vivre reprenaient le dessus sur elle. L’appartement possédait cependant une pharmacie bien remplie de produits aidant à calmer les esprits troublés.

Les jours passèrent. Leurs relations sexuelles pouvaient se résumer ainsi : caresses, amour oral et pénétrations dans différentes positions. Régulièrement, la relation se terminait avec le pénis de Maxime profondément enfouit dans les fesses de Sylvie. Un matin, alors qu’il se lançait dans une nouvelle série de caresses. il fit glisser sa main vers son bas ventre, elle l’arrêta.

-Attention, j’ai commencé mes règles cette nuit.

-Ce n’est pas grave, je peux toujours te caresser un peu et ensuite… tu t’occuperas de moi. Tu veux?

C’est ainsi que Sylvie se livra à une pipe matinale des plus enflammée. Au moment où Maxime allait jouir, elle lui demanda gentiment :

-Ne viens pas dans ma bouche SVP. Je n’aime pas ça.

L’attitude de Maxime changea instantanément. Il poussa un soupir de frustration. Il se leva, se plaça derrière Sylvie et l’encula sans aucune préparation.

-Aie! Non, Max! je ne suis pas prête. NON!

Mais rien n’y fit. Au bord de l’orgasme, il la pistonna avec vigueur jusqu’à la délivrance. Le couple resta un moment en silence.

-Je m’excuse dit Maxime

-Ce n’est pas grave mon amour.

-C’est que ta bouche était si douce, si chaude. C’est très frustrant pour un homme de se voir refuser sa semence.

-Je m’excuse. Je n’ai jamais été à l’aise avec ça.

-Je t’ai fait mal?

-Pas vraiment. J’ai plutôt été surprise. Il faut croire que mon corps est fait pour ton sexe hi hi hi!

Un peu après deux heures la nuit suivante, la porte de l’appartement s’ouvrit. Sylvie, poitrine nue, s’avança sensuellement vers Maxime et s’agenouilla devant lui. Dix minutes plus tard, elle goûtait pour la première fois de sa vie à la semence d’un homme. Pris d’un haut le cœur, elle recracha le tout. Le couple éclata de rire.

À partir de ce moment, Sylvie dû performer une fellation à tous les matins sur le membre de son amant. Une autre petite crise survint peu de temps après tant et si bien que trois semaines plus tard, Sylvie avalait sa ration de sperme à chaque matin.

4.

Pour briser la routine, Maxime amenait occasionnellement sa conjointe au travail. Ils se rendaient dans des discothèques de luxe où Maxime réglait ses différentes affaires dans ses bureaux pendant que Sylvie s’éclatait sur la piste de danse. Elle attirait les regards et de nombreux hommes flirtaient avec elle n’hésitant pas à prendre ses fesses et parfois ses seins. Sylvie prenait un malin plaisir à cette attention et elle était d’autant plus excitée qu’elle savait que Maxime allait la satisfaire dès la soirée terminée. Inutile bursa escort bayan de dire que ces virées étaient riches en alcool et autres substances.

Une nuit, Maxime l’amena dans un établissement qu’elle ne connaissait pas. L’endroit était encore plus chic qu’à l’habitude et beaucoup plus tranquille. Le couple resta ensemble toute la soirée, partageant danse, boisson et rires. Un peu après minuit, Maxime entraîna sa belle vers le fond de l’établissement. Ils entrèrent dans une zone isolée gardée par deux géants noirs. La pièce était sombre, simplement éclairée par de petites lampes rouges accrochées aux murs.

Sylvie se figea sur place. Ses yeux s’ajustant à l’absence de lumière, elle remarqua une femme assise sur un banc. Ses jambes étaient largement écartées, ses seins pendaient à l’air libre. Un homme était agenouillé entre ses jambes. Partout où elle regardait, des couples s’activaient. Ici une femme montait un homme assis sur une banquette. Là, une autre dansait seulement vêtu de ses bas de nylon pour deux gars qui la caressait. Ailleurs, une femme était étendue sur une table, la queue de son amant profondément fourrée dans la chatte. La musique était très forte, l’ambiance irréelle et très érotique. Maxime l’entraîna vers un coin tranquille et ils firent l’amour merveilleusement parmi tous ces autres couples.

5.

La sexualité des deux amants était de plus en plus intense. Pour Sylvie, chaque relation, chaque nouvelle expérience était meilleurs que la précédente. Par un après midi ensoleillé, elle enfila une robe légère. À la demande de Maxime, elle ne portait aucun sous vêtements. Alors que la voiture roulait vers Blackpoint, Il banda les yeux de son amoureuse et il la caressa doucement pour l’aguicher. Sylvie mouillait abondamment. Une fois la voiture immobilisée, il fit descendre sa partenaire toujours aveugle et ils entrèrent dans un endroit climatisé. L’odeur de l’établissement était bizarre, troublant. Des voix amplifiées parlaient en anglais. Maxime retira le bandeau.

Ils étaient dans un cinéma. Debout dans l’allée centrale, Sylvie fut aveuglée momentanément par l’écran. Une minuscule asiatique aux allures connues se penchait sur un énorme pénis noir, l’avalant entièrement. Ils descendirent l’allée et Maxime la fit asseoir en plein centre de la salle sur un vieux siège à la propreté douteuse. Il la prit par les épaules et porta son attention sur le film.

Rapidement, Sylvie constata du mouvement autour d’elle. Un vieil homme aux cheveux jaunis venait de prendre place à deux sièges d’elle. Un gros barbu s’installa derrière, un vieux noir était debout tout près. D’autres s’approchaient. Maxime lui glissa à l’oreille.

– Relaxe.

Il défit les boutons de sa robe, libérant ses seins. Les hommes s’approchaient. Une main toucha son épaule et ouvrit sa robe plus largement. Sylvie, tendue comme une barre, se retourna pour voir le gros barbu, debout, qui se masturbait tranquillement. Elle regarda à sa gauche, puis à sa droite. Partout, les hommes avaient leur queue en main. Maxime retroussa sa robe et se mit à jouer avec son clitoris. Malgré son malaise, sa chatte inondait le siège. Le vieillard à sa gauche avança une main et elle sursauta au contact des doigts froids et ridés du grand père sur son sein.

Maxime se glissa à genoux devant elle et se mit à lui manger la chatte. Voyant que la femme était réceptive, le petit groupe d’homme se resserra. D’autres mains touchèrent son corps. Le gros barbu présenta son pénis à sa bouche. Elle fit signe que non et il se retira quelque peu en lui caressant les cheveux. Les efforts de Maxime commençaient à sérieusement exciter la jeune femme. Le vieillard sembla éjaculer et se retira en vitesse. Un homme dans la cinquantaine pris immédiatement sa place. Plus hardi, il se pencha sur les seins de Sylvie pour lui sucer un mamelon. Sur l’écran, l’asiatique se lamentait de plus belle pendant que la monstrueuse queue noire lui défonçait le cul sans ménagement et ce, en gros plan. Deux hommes maintenaient Sylvie par les chevilles et caressaient ses jambes. L’un d’eux retira sa chaussure et frotta son pénis sur la plante de son pied. Le gros barbu, n’y tenant plus, éjacula abondamment sur ses cheveux. Les doigts de Maxime caressaient son anus, pénétraient son vagin. Son clitoris était enflé.

Prise de spasmes et de tremblements, Sylvie orgasma bruyamment pendant près d’une minute. Un autre homme s’approcha et éjacula dans son cou. Son pied gauche s’englua de sperme. Maxime se releva et chassa le groupe d’homme encore restant, Il prit Sylvie par la main et l’entraîna vers une porte dérobée qui donnait sur l’extérieur. La voiture les attendait là et démarra rapidement. Les jeunes amants riaient à gorge déployée. Maxime dégrafa son pantalon et retroussa la robe de Sylvie. Il la pénétra en poussant un grognement et il se soulagea en elle sous les yeux d’un camionneur fort intéressé. Une fois le calme revenu, Sylvie éclata de rire. Elle n’avait plus qu’une seule chaussure.

6.

Quelques jours plus tard, le couple était attablé avec deux amies. Un petit homme à la calvitie précoce et au ventre mou et une superbe blonde platine aux jambes sensuelles. La conversation tourna rapidement au sexe et la femme offrit à brûle pour point :

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