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Miranda Mitchell was sitting on the sofa wishing there was a cock buried up her pussy when the doorbell rang. She unraveled her slender 5’6″ frame from the sofa and walked over to answer the door. She was surprised to see Brad Miller standing there. The last she had heard, her daughter Veronica had dumped Brad a week ago for some other guy. Her daughter was always going through boyfriends and Miranda couldn’t keep track.

As she stood there in just her bathrobe, she smiled at Brad. She had always thought he was the most handsome of her daughter’s men. At 19, he stood almost 6′ tall and had a slender build. His sandy brown hair hung down over his sapphire eyes. She was glad that he had finally grown a mustache; she always thought he had a baby face. “If you’re looking for Veronica, she doesn’t live here anymore.” Miranda said tightening her robe around her body.

Brad lifted his eyes to hers. “Actually I was hoping I could talk to you Mrs. Mitchell. I don’t understand why Veronica just dumped me like that. I mean I thought we were so happy together.”

Reaching out, Miranda put a perfectly polished hand on his shoulder. “Why don’t you come inside Brad? I’m willing to listen to you.”

He smiled sadly at her then stepped into the house. Miranda closed the door behind him, and then moved over until she was sitting on the couch beside him. Her brown eyes drifted over his lean body as he sat with his hands in his lap. “Did she give you a reason?” She asked brushing her long reddish brown hair back from her face.

Brad shook his head, still looking at his clasped hands. “No, she just said that she needed a real man in her life. That I couldn’t give her what she needed.” He lifted his head to look at her. “I don’t understand what she meant. I mean I have never had any complaints from any of my other sexual partners.”

A light bulb seemed to go off in Miranda’s head. She needed a cock and from the looks of things, Brad was afraid he wasn’t good enough in bed anymore. Reaching out she put her hand on his shoulder. “I’m sure you are a fine lover Brad.”

Brad blushed under her gaze. “Thank you Mrs. Mitchell.” He lifted his eyes to hers. “It must be hard; you know being a widow and all.”

Miranda sighed. “Yea, I haven’t had a decent fuck since Frank died.” She leaned back a bit pushing her chest out as she let her robe fall open.

Brad’s eyes immediately moved to her 38C tits. His mouth watered and he swallowed hard. “Yea, I can imagine it must be tough, being all alone.” He said huskily as he looked at her body.

Miranda smiled as she watched his cock rise in his jeans. “Yes…It is…” She ran her hand down over his crotch making him groan as he closed his eyes. “You know Brad. My pussy could sure use a good fucking right now.” She whispered against his ear.

Brad’s eyes flew up and met hers. “Mrs. Mitchell, you don’t mean?”

She let her hand drift over his crotch as she brought one of his hands up to her bare breast. He started to pull his hand away then deciding against it, let his hand encircle her flesh. “Mrs. Mitchell, I don’t know. I mean you are Veronica’s mother after all.”

Miranda worked at his jeans as his hand moved over her breast. “That’s true. But weren’t you just saying that she needed a man? That you couldn’t give her what she needed?” She watched his eyes darken with pain.

“Yea,” He ran his hand over her nipple, flicking it with his nail.

Miranda got his jeans open and reached inside, pulling his hard cock out into the open. aydın escort “Well, maybe if you fucked me and I didn’t have any complaints then that would show you that it was Veronica who had the problem, not you.” She ran her hand up and down over him as she talked.

Brad had to admit that she did have a nice body and her hand felt good stroking his cock. He was wondering if maybe it wasn’t Veronica who had the problem and not him. Since her mother seemed to want to fuck him. “You do have a nice body Mrs. Mitchell.” He said watching his hand cover her breast.

“Thank you…You have a nice cock to.” She took her hand from his cock and stood up holding her hand out to him. “Come on Brad, what can it hurt?”

Brad was still unsure so he let his eyes drift over her body. His eyes moved down over the brown hairs covering her pussy. He wondered what kind of treasure she hid under those curls. He wondered if her pussy was tight or loose from childbirth and all the fucking her husband must have given her before he died. His cock jumped as he looked at her body. “You’re right, what can it hurt?” He said more to himself then to her as he took her hand.

Miranda led him into her bedroom, closing the door behind them. While Brad sat down on the edge of the bed and undid his shoes, she let the robe fall from her body until she stood there gloriously naked. She watched through passion filled eyes as he slowly stripped out of his clothes. When her eyes saw how big his cock was, they widened. Brad had to be at least 10 or 11 inches long and at least 2 or 3 inches around. “Boy, you’re sure hung.” She said crossing the room quickly and dropping to her knees before him.

Brad smiled down at her as he let his hand drift through her hair. “Like I said no complaints.”

Miranda lifted her eyes to his as she wrapped her hand around his hard cock. She wasn’t surprised that her hand wouldn’t reach all the way around him. “Mmmmm…I’m hungry all of a sudden.”

Brad’s smile turned into a grin. “Well if you’re hungry Mrs. Mitchell, it’s right there for ya. I wouldn’t want you to starve.”

She gave him a look full of desire and lust then opened her mouth wide as she took the head into her mouth. Brad moaned and closed his eyes as he felt her engulf his length. “Oh yea Mrs. M, suck that sweet cock.” He bucked his hips forward a bit burying more of his meat into her mouth.

Miranda moaned around the hunk of meat stretching her mouth. She moved her tongue lightly over the flesh as she moved her head down over him, trying to see how much of him she could take.

Miranda whined in disappointment when he hit the back of her throat and she still only had half of him inside her. Brad chuckled as he ran his hand lightly over her cheek. “It’s okay Mrs. M. I haven’t met a woman yet who could take all of me in her mouth.”

Miranda lifted her eyes to his as she moved her head back, letting him leave her mouth a little bit at a time. She knew he was to big to slither into her throat although she would have loved deep throating him. From the moans leaving his mouth however she got the impression that he liked what she was doing just fine. “Oh yea, that feels so good Mrs. M…” He moaned as he tangled his fingers in her hair. “Suck me baby.”

Miranda moaned against him as she moved her head back and forth over his hard flesh. Her tongue touched everywhere she could reach and she even grazed him with her teeth a few times. When his cock started spewing precum, she drank it up eagerly. nazillibelediyespor.org “Oh god…Suck me.” He growled as he gripped her hair hard and started pulling her head roughly over him, while he slammed his hips forward.

Miranda sucked harder at him as she let him fuck her face. She had a feeling that it wouldn’t be long before he gave her a mouthful of his delicious juices and she could hardly wait. Holding his cock with one hand, she lowered the other one down between her legs and started fingering her pussy.

Brad opened his eyes a slit and watched her hand sliding furiously in and out of her pussy. “Yea…Finger yourself while I fuck your face Mrs. M…” He panted as he thrust harder against her. “Suck my fucking cock; bring yourself off with your fingers.

Miranda’s fingers were flying in and out of her body as she sucked harder at him. Moans were escaping her lips around his hard cock and her moans were driving Brad wild. “Oh fuck…I’m cummmmiinnnngggg…” he screamed suddenly as he flooded her mouth with his cum.

Miranda was surprised at the first load he shot into her mouth. She drank it up greedily as she kept her hand buried between her legs. She almost gagged on the second load he shot into her mouth because she came at that instant. Her shriek was lost as she tried to scream and swallow at the same time.

Brad pulled his still spewing cock out of her mouth and she took a deep breath while she coughed. “Didn’t mean to choke you,” He said patting her on the back.

Miranda wiped tears from her eyes as she looked up at him. “It was my own fault. I came just as you shot into my mouth. She looked down at her bare breasts which were coated in his cum. She ran her finger through some of it and brought it to her lips. “Mmmmm…Yummy.”

Brad laughed as he scooped up some of his cum and fed it to her. He fed her his cum until her breasts were clean and glistening. “Get up on the bed Mrs. M…I want to return the favor.”

She realized that his cock was still rock hard and her pussy flowed at the thought of having it inside her. She moved easily onto the bed on her back and spread her legs wide. “Come to mamma baby.”

Brad moved onto the bed but instead of moving over her and fucking her like she wanted, he lay down until his head was between her legs. “I gotta taste this pussy.” He said as he lowered his head.

“Mmmmm…Yea…Eat me baby.” She moaned as she felt his tongue on her flesh.

Brad spread her lips open then darted out his tongue, lightly flicking her clit. “Mmmmm…” Miranda moaned lifting her hips. Brad smiled as he wrapped his tongue around her clit while he blew gently on it. “Oh yes…” Miranda cried.

Brad licked her clit lovingly a few times while Miranda purred with contentment. When she felt him slide a finger into her depths, she whimpered in desire. “Finger me baby. Make me cum…” She begged pushing her pussy closer to his face.

Brad locked his lips on her clit, sucking gently while he slowly fingered her. Miranda was in heaven. It had been a long time since anyone had sucked her off so gently. “Oh baby. Yes.” She purred running her fingers through his hair. When he slid a second finger in to meet the first, she bucked hard against him. She could feel her body heating up and knew that if she didn’t cum soon she was going to explode. “Oh honey, that feels so good, but I need to cum so bad.” She humped her body hard against his face as he continued to slowly eat her out.

Brad enjoyed eating her out, but his cock started throbbing against the mattress and her humping against his face was driving him to new heights. He sucked harder on her clit, even nibbling on it with his teeth as he slammed his fingers deep into her body like a tornado in a trailer park.

It wasn’t long before Miranda was crying out his name as she humped her body furiously against him. “Eat me…Oh fuck, eat my hot snatch…” She screamed pulling at her nipples with her fingers as her head slammed hard against the bed as she waved it back and forth.

Brad slipped a third finger into her wet hole and drove Miranda wild. “Fuck…Agh…Ugh…I’m cummmmiinnnngggg.” She screamed as she flooded his flying hand with her juices.

Brad let go of her clit and replaced his fingers in her pussy with his mouth. He licked up around her slit, drinking up all her juices, and then drove his tongue deep inside her looking for more. Miranda screamed when she felt his tongue penetrate her and went flying into orgasm once again.

By the time he pulled his mouth from between her legs, Miranda was lying there panting like crazy. “I need to fuck you but I don’t have anything.” He said showing her his hard cock.

Miranda hadn’t planned on this and didn’t think about buying condoms. “I don’t care,” she said suddenly. “Give it to me bareback. I need you so bad.” She held her arms out to him as she spread her legs wide.

Brad was to hot to care about the consequences as he brought the head of his cock to her entrance then slid slowly into her. “Oh…I feel so full.” She whimpered as she felt him slowly fill her. When she had all of him, both of them moaned loudly.

“You feel so good Mrs. M…” He moaned lying down over her as he slowly started pulling out of her body.

Miranda chuckled as she wrapped her arms and legs around him. “Brad, you ate me out, I sucked you off and now you’re fucking me. I think you can call me Miranda.”

Brad smiled as he fucked her slowly. He pulled out almost all the way before slowly penetrating her body once again. “Miranda,” Her name was a sigh on his lips. He kissed her gently even as he slowly moved inside her.

“Oh Brad, yes, fuck me honey.” Miranda moaned lifting her hips to meet his slow thrusts.

Brad lifted his eyes to hers, watching her body taken over with desire as he slowly thrust into her. “You like that Miranda? You like me fucking your hot snatch?”

Miranda clung to him as she met him thrust for thrust. “Oh yes, I love your hard cock honey. My daughter is an idiot. You are amazing. Make me cum honey; make me cum on your hot cock.”

Brad locked his lips on hers, kissing her deeply even as he slammed hard into her body. His cock thrust forcefully into her, until the bed was straining under their moving bodies. Their moans were lost in each others mouths as they strained their bodies together. Their tongues dueled together, each fighting for dominance as he reamed her pussy with his hard cock.

Miranda tore her mouth from his as she screamed his name as she came hard around him. Brad closed his eyes as he felt her flood his hard cock. “Flood me baby. Give me all you got.” He growled as he pounded her harder then before as he searched for his own release.

When it came, Miranda’s name was torn from his lips as he let out a loud animal growl. “Take it Miranda, I’m filling you baby. Take it all.” He slammed hard into her body, holding himself buried deep inside her as he flooded her depths.

Miranda’s nails dug into his back as she felt him flood her body with his cum. As she lay there beneath him, glowing in the passion of their desire for each other, she was suddenly thankful she had already gone through menopause.

The End

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I met Kim in high school and have been attracted to her ever since. She knew how much I liked her but she never gave me the chance. She liked teasing me. Now, five years later, I’m her sex slave.

It started a few months ago with daily chat sessions. These consisted of me jerking off while she watched. Sometimes she’d let me cum, sometimes she’d deny me my orgasm. After a couple weeks of this we started meeting in person. I would go over to her place and strip completely nude. Most of the time she would wear regular clothes but sometimes it was something sexy, like a corset and stockings, with me always nude.

Our first meeting together she shaved me completely bald. After I was shaved she made humiliating remarks about my bald state. How I looked like a little boy with my ‘widdle penis’ as she put it. She said I looked cute all hairless and smooth. As she said that I started getting hard.

“Oh, you like me making fun of your penis?” She said with a grin. I just stood there with my cock throbbing in the air.

It went on like this for about a month before she told me we were gonna try something knew. She said I would go one month without an orgasm, but after one month, I only got the chance to cum, there was no guarantee. I would have to be a very good boy the entire month, and absolutely no cumming. She said the last part with a giggle.

“Now make me cum pussy boy.” She said as she pushed my face into her pussy. After I had made her cum about eight times, she was satisfied and sent me home with a raging hard on.

The first month went by incredibly slowly. During that time, I would go to Kims house every couple of days. I would clean her place, cook her dinner, and massage her back and feet while she watched TV. After that she would have me eat her out till her hearts content. I would be nude the entire time and my cock would be rock hard and dripping pre cum. She always smiled at me when I’d walk around her apartment nude, cock bobbing in the air. Some days I’d go over her and she’d tie me to her bed, spread eagle. She would shave me, which would leave me rock hard, then playfully toy with my cock. She would bring me to the edge of orgasm and always stop right before I’d cum. When she was tired of this she’d climb on top and straddle my face. My chin would be covered in her cum at the end of these sessions, and I’d always be sent home with a throbbing hard on. After two and a half weeks into my first month, I was at her place cooking dinner. It was about five o’clock. I was in the kitchen and heard the front door open and someone come in. I could hear Kim say “Hi Carla,” Carla? Oh no, I thought, she can’t mean Carla from school. I felt very awkward then. Carla was a friend of Kims from school who I had a little crush on back then. I had no chance of not being seen as I was in the kitchen cooking, not to mention completely naked and shaved. I stood there thinking about it when Carla suddenly entered the kitchen.

“Hi aksaray escort Slave,” she said to me. She opened the fridge and got some wine. She smiled at me, then her eyes went to my crotch and she smiled even more.

“How’s it going?” She said. I didn’t say anything and Kim joined us from the living room.

“Slave, I believe you’ve met Carla before,” She smiled at me. Yes I replied. “Yes Mistress.” She corrected me.

“Yes Mistress.” I bleakly said.

“We’ll have to work on that,”

“I like how he’s shaved,” Carla said to Kim. “Do you always keep him like that?”

“Yes,” Kim replied, “Always shaved and hairless, like a little boy. Doesn’t he look like a little boy?”

“Mm Hmm, but his balls are huge, they look so full.” They talked as I continued to cook, not being apart of their conversation but being humiliated and embarrassed.

“They’re full of hot sticky cum that he would love to spew out but no, that would make too much mess right now,” The girls erupted in laughter and went back into the living room.

After dinner I massaged both their feet. They giggled at my rock hard condition and made jokes about it’s size. Then it was time that Carla received my real services. While I was going to town on Carla’s shaved box, Kim went to work on my ass. First she plugged it with a butt plug, which I soon found out vibrated, and then started spanking my ass with a paddle. Every now and then Kim would tickle my hairless scrotum. She would give my cock a quick stroke or two and then slap my balls. The whole area was sensitive and it felt like torrents of jizz would ejaculate if only I could cum. I was so close to cumming but there was no way I would. After Carla was satisfied (and she was- she left a huge wet spot on the couch, which turned me on even more), she stood up, weak kneed, and went to the bathroom. Kim took the plug out of my ass. She had me kneel on the floor and locked my hands behind my back. She put a blind fold over my eyes then sat on the couch, pussy facing me. I couldn’t see anything. Carla came back from the bathroom. She got down next to Kim and I could hear the juicy sound of something going in and out of Kims cunt. My cock started to grow again. Carla must have hit the right spot because Kim suddenly cried out and squirted all over my chest and groin. My cock was bobbing in the air and was covered in hot sweet girl juice, courtesy of Kim. They uncuffed me and took off the blindfold. They were getting dressed and I was ordered to clean up the place. My cock stayed hard for a long time after that.

“What are we going to do with that thing, it looks like its gonna set off,” Kim said.

“Ice him?”

“Yes, and something else,” Kim said. I had a pretty good idea what she meant. Five minutes later I was tied to the bed with a bag of ice on my cock. My cock eventually softened and went completely limp. My heart jumped when Kim and Carla appeared 68aksarayspor.com in the doorway. They had wicked grins.

I was right; my cock was secured in a chastity device. It was a CB-3000 Kim told me as she untied me. She had the only keys.

“It makes his balls look even bigger!” Carla said. “Oh but they’ll get even bigger by next week,” Kim said as they laughed at my incredibly horny state.

I didn’t see Carla again until a week and a half later, on the day of my big chance to cum. I showed up at Kims house at one o’clock. I was stripped nude, then cleaned her place. After I was finished she brought me into her bedroom and tied me to the bed. She shaved me bald, then without hesitation sat on my face. After about five or so orgasms she got up and told me if I remembered what today was. Yes Mistress I replied. She told me how I was a very good boy this month and that she had a surprise for me. She untied and led me to the living room. She had a small table set up, which she had me kneel on in the doggy position. She locked my ankles and wrists to the corners. Then she blind folded me. I was set up so my ass faced the couch. It seemed like the room had been set for an audience to come see me.

“Here’s your big chance to cum,” Kim said and I heard her shaking up two dice. “A roll of seven or eleven and you cum, any other number, tough luck.” I heard her roll the dice. I didn’t even get to see what the dice said. “Aww, too bad for you pussy boy, it looks like you’ll have to wait another month.”

Then I heard the door open and several girls coming in. I started to panic. Here I was, tied up and on display right in the living room. Kim got up and instructed me to get my face down, ass up. I complied and as she left the room she spanked my ass, hard. She greeted the other girls, which sounded like five or six of them. I heard them come into the living room. I heard all their comments but had no idea what they looked like. I was very small in my CB and they all made fun of that. I recognized Carla’s laughter. I was horrified and I thought it couldn’t get any worse. But it did.

“As you can see girls, this is my sex slave,” Kim said. The girls couldn’t hold in their giggling and laughing. “I’ve denied him orgasms for this entire month and he’s taken it pretty well,”

“His balls look huge,”

“Yes, that’s true and in a minute, as you’re all about to see, I’m going to empty those balls…while denying his orgasm. How exactly? Have any of you heard of prostate milking?”

Some of the girls had heard of it, some had not. One said she knew what it was but had never seen it. When she said that I began to panic. I’d never been milked before and I was going to be milked in front of her girl friends. I felt Kim behind me and lube being rubbed into my asshole.

“The prostate is a gland found inside the rectum. When a man hasn’t ejaculated in a long enough time, you can massage it and force semen out, which drips out of the cock,” My cock at this point started to get hard. I heard someone say “He’s getting hard, well, kind of,” and laughed.

“Yes,” Kim said, “He can’t really get hard, or cum for that matter in his little tube,” Kim got two fingers going in and out of my ass. “The prostate is about one to two inches in, and it will feel like a lump about the size of a almond.” I felt her hit my prostate, causing my cock to swell against the CB. “Look, he’s getting hard ” I heard someone say.

“Yep,” said Kim, “He must like his ass getting fingered in front of an audience,” There were giggles and snickers from the girls. “Now that I have enough lube in him, I can start massaging his prostate.” Kims fingers withdrew, and a few seconds later I felt a vibrator being inserted. As soon as the toy hit my spot, my cock tingled. “Now I start massaging the prostate back and forth, side to side. I also use a technique of raking the vibe over the prostate with downward pressure.” Every time she did the raking thing it felt like pee was passing through the tip of my cock, which was completely filling it’s cage. After a couple times with this, it felt like something was really dripping out of me. I heard ooh’s and ahh’s from my audience.

“There we go, now it’s starting. Every time I do this I force more semen out.” The girls must have been hypnotized by my cum dripping cock. I was horny beyond belief. My balls ached and my cock felt like it was going to break out of its prison. I felt like convulsing. I was so incredible close to orgasm, so close! One touch to my cock and I’d explode. But I was kept on that edge forever. I could feel more cum coming out, lots of it. Kim continued.

“See girls? Now its coming out as one long stream and we can milk it all out. The goal of this is that it prevents wet dreams and sort of ‘relieves the pressure’ if you know what I mean,” the girls all giggled. “All while denying him the pleasure of orgasm, but keeping him as close as possible,” Kim said. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I was extremely humiliated and dehumanized yet incredibly at peace and tranquil. I could hear questions and answers going on behind me but I couldn’t hear. I have no idea how long it lasted but suddenly I felt my erection going away.

“There, now he is done,” Kim said.

“Wow, that is a lot of cum,” someone said. Kim untied me. She helped me get up and face the girls. I felt dizzy and weak-kneed. She removed my blindfold. My stomach turned as I saw for the first time my audience.

“Now, the icing on the cake,” Kim said and she handed a cup to me. I was so dazed I had no idea what it was. I took it with a shaking hand and looked. It was cum. My cum. My cum which actually belonged to my Mistress. Her cum now. I looked at it. I felt everyone’s eyes on me and I just wanted to run into a hole and die. But I was overcome with arousal, hopelessly horny. I looked at my Mistress. She smiled at me and gave me an eyebrow raise that was so subtly sexy and dominate it made me gush. I looked at the cup again and brought it to my mouth. I swallowed it quick, for I was owned by Her.

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After the drive down to Cornwall, with an overnight stop just south of Manchester, and the frantic lovemaking on arrival at his cottage, Catriona and Rory were tired. He picks her up in his arms and carries her upstairs to the bedroom, helps her out of her clothes, resisting the temptation that this offers and lays her on the bed pulling the duvet over her.

“You lie there and rest Catriona my love,” he says, “I’ll go and get dinner under way.”

She reaches up and pulls his head down to her, their mouths meet, their tongues entwine in sensuous lingual combat. This passionate kiss seems to last for hours, but in reality is only a few seconds.

“Oh, Rory,” this through tears of joy, “it’s so good to be here at last.”

He breaks away from her knowing that if he doesn’t she will not get her much needed rest, and he won’t get any food prepared.

Rory heads off to the kitchen with his mind racing, what to cook? Looking around he notes that Pearl has done as asked and stocked up with what he had asked for, enough for a couple of days. Something simple, something light, he doesn’t really want to concentrate on anything complicated. He decides on chicken, but how? Yes! An old friend, tried and trusted, and what’s more simple. Chicken breasts stuffed with a butter, garlic, herb, and ham mixture, wrapped in a rasher of bacon to hold it together and lightly roasted. But what to go with it? Aha, yes, a savoury rice with peas, sweet corn, broccoli florets, and mushrooms. All topped off with a light chilli sauce. A plain, simple meal, but, what about desert? His eyes scan the kitchen for inspiration, and fall upon a bowl of fruit. The answer is sitting there! Pears lightly poached in red wine, with a brandy cream topping; light, delicious, and really sexy.

He gets busy, bustling around the kitchen, preparing, cooking, cleaning up behind myself. He’s so engrossed in preparing a meal for the lady he loves, so much so that the time passes quickly, and before he knows it the meal is ready. It is such a lovely evening which makes the decision that they should eat outside, Quickly laying the table on the patio overlooking the private beach, private because no one can get to it without passing through this property, he is finally ready. He returns to the bedroom to find Catriona still fast asleep, bending he kisses her awake. Her arms wrap around his neck, and they become lost in yet another deeply passionate kiss. Reluctantly, Rory pulls back, he doesn’t want their first meal in his cottage, this is Catriona’s first visit, together spoilt.

“Food first,” he says, “just throw on something loose, no one overlooks us here. The nearest neighbour is half a mile away.”

“So,” she chuckles, “no knickers is fine then?”

“Definitely!” Comes the wicked reply.

It is not until Catriona sits down, and is presented with a well-proportioned chicken breast sitting on a savoury bed of rice and vegetables, that she realises just how hungry she is. They eat with Catriona making appreciative noises as she devours first the chicken dish, then with extreme relish the desert. Through the meal, in response to her question, Rory tells her that the house had been in his family since his grandparents had bought it just before the war, and that it had come to him through his mother. They demolished a bottle of wine with the meal, which adds to the spice of the cooling evening air. Although eating and drinking in relative silence, they have been devouring each other with their eyes, each anticipating the week ahead.

The meal finished, they sit quietly looking out across the beach to the sea beyond, drinking in the beauty as the sinking sun slowly disappears behind the headland, and the air becomes slowly colder. Rory moves around the table, takes her hand and pulls her up, sliding an arm about her waist he says,

“Come my love, let’s go down to the beach.”

Her arm snakes around his neck pulling him to her, their mouths meet in yet another sensuous, deeply passionate kiss.

“Thank you for the lovely meal,” diyarbakır escort she says, “I was famished. And yes I would love a walk on the beach.”

They walk, arms about each other’s waists, down the garden path, through the rustic gate that leads onto the path to the beach. The only sounds they are aware of, as they walk in silence down the winding path, are the bird song, and the gentle lapping of the sea on the shore. Each knows exactly what is going through the other’s mind, so there is no need for verbal communication, the whole process being very much on a sort of telepathic level. They know, instinctively, that they are meant to be, here, now, this is proved as at exactly the same moment their arms tighten about each other’s waists.

“Rory, are you my twin?” Catriona asks.

“That very much depends if you are mine.” he replies.

They laugh again, and walk out onto to soft warm sand, back into the evening sun, and across the beach,

“I know a spot over at the end where we can sit and watch the sunset.” Rory says.

They walk across the sand, laughing, joking, making small talk, teasing one another, until they come to the spot at the end of the beach.

Here, centuries of wave action have carved, and smoothed, the rock into a natural seat, facing due west, as if nature knew that one day someone would be wanting to watch the sun set. Rory sits down and pulls Catriona onto his lap, her arms find their natural place around his neck, and her head its place on his shoulder. They sit for some time, sharing the beauty, watching the sun drop over the horizon, listening to the waves gently lapping at the shore, whispering sweet nothings in each other’s ear. Her face suddenly appears in front of Rory’s, Their mouths meet, tongues entwine in a sensuous sexual tango, she squirms on his lap trying to make herself comfortable, with the bulge forming beneath her.

Rory pulls her to him squashing her breasts against his chest, wrapping his arms tightly around her, enjoying the first, unhurried, intimacy between them since they arrived. On the drive down, it was a frenzied fingering to relax Catriona for the journey. On arrival it was again a frenzied coupling to relieve the tensions of the journey. In neither case was time taken to enjoy each other, to fully arouse one another, it was basic raw sex, which fulfilled a need in them both, allowing them to progress to what they both knew was there – love.

Breaking off the kiss, Rory lifts her so that they can get up, and sit on the sand, recommencing their passionate kiss. He lays back on the sand, pulling her with him, both totally immersed in the passion of their kiss to the exclusion of all else. The air is much cooler now that the sun has gone, but the summer evening air is not cold. They lay there, Catriona half on top of him engrossed in their passion for one another, seeing and hearing nothing, all that exists is their lips, tongues, the sensations that this kiss brings them. So engrossed that neither bothers to think about breathing, that is a problem for mother nature to deal with, the priority is their love for one another.

Rory’s hands slide down her back, grabbing her buttocks, pulling her close, feeling that, as suggested, there is nothing beneath her light summer dress. He rolls toward her turning her onto her back and reversing their positions. Her hands slide up beneath his loose fitting shirt pushing it up over his shoulders, he raises his arms and breaks the kiss long enough for his shirt to come off. At the same time Rory is busy with the buttons of her loose fitting dress, the top four come undone easily, exposing a magnificent pair of breasts to the gaze. They gleam and reflect that wondrous light that comes between the setting sun, and full darkness, especially near the sea.

He cannot resist, his head drops to take a ripe nipple into his mouth, sucking on it, tickling it with his tongue, savouring the slightly sweet taste, feeling it harden as her arousal grows. Her hand slides down, inside his boxer diyarbakiranalatik.com shorts, finding his manhood swollen, rigid and ready for action. Her other hand joins in tugging, pushing, trying to get the boxers off. Rory raises himself slightly allowing her to push them down to his knees, as he attends to the remaining buttons of her dress, at the same time kicking off his boxers, whilst removing her arms from the sleeves, leaving her lying naked on the dress.

His lips come back to her body, his tongue following that irresistible path down across her stomach, bathed in the light reflected by the sea. He stops to lick her naval, tickling it, before continuing along the path to his intended goal. Moving down he pries her knees apart, sliding his arms beneath them, lifting them slightly to allow him better access to that holiest of shrines. He brings his head down allowing his tongue to lightly, oh so lightly trace the outline of her pussy lips, barely touching them, just tickling. A gasp escapes her lips, followed closely by a moan of pleasure, Catriona raises her hips slightly forcing your pussy hard against Rory’s face. He gets the message, his tongue parts those beautiful pussy lips, searching for the little passion switch hiding within. Licking, lapping, circling, until finding your erect clitoris, and stroking it.

“Oh, Rory, eat me, tongue fuck me, PLEASE!”

Rory sucks her clit into his mouth, nibbling it, sucking it, licking it, before driving his tongue deep into her sweet, juicy pussy, sipping its nectar, drinking deeply from the well of love. He brings his tongue back out to pay homage to her clit, replacing it with two fingers, slipping them slowly into her, wiggling them, twisting them, massaging her pussy walls as they slide deeper and deeper into her, all the time keeping up the pressure on her clit with his tongue. Her incoherent moans and words of passion, of ecstasy ring out across the beach, echoed back from the far end, giving a sort of stereo effect.

Rory’s cock is at bursting point, aching to be put to its proper use, Catriona’s cries of pleasure serve only to increase his ardour. But, he sticks to his task, knowing the pleasure you derive from my lingual activities on your pussy. All the time I a sucking at her clit, his fingers are working their magic inside her, tickling, massaging her inner walls, which begin contracting around his fingers, signalling the onset of her orgasm. Her hips start to buck wildly, he has some difficulty keeping his mouth and fingers in place to ensure her maximum pleasure, tightening his grip around her legs helps him manage. Then her orgasm hits, mimicking the waves on the shore, washing over her wave after wave, as she comes vociferously, screaming,

“Oh shit! I’m coming, suck harder…”

Her orgasm is so intense, she comes so hard, Rory’s face is drowned in her juices, he can’t lap fast enough to take them all. Gently he brings you back down from her high with long, slow, soothing strokes of his tongue.

“Oh, Rory, lover,” she whispers, “that was wonderful. Was I noisy?”

“Just a tiny bit.” he replies.

He slides back up your body until his mouth meets hers, again in passionate embrace, their tongues once more picking up that sensual dance of love. Her hand finds his rampant manhood, her fingers curling around it.

“Oh, lover, did I do this to you?”

“Well,” he chuckles, looking about the beach, “I can’t see anyone else around.”

“Then,” pulling him onto her, “I’d better do something about it.”

She part her legs again, allowing Rory between them, pulling him by that part which brings her such joy, tugging it towards its ultimate resting place. She is are dictating the pace now, bringing the head against her pussy lips, parting them just enough to allow her to rub her clit with the very tip of his ever swelling cock. Round and round she rubs it, to and fro, bringing her clit into the eye and fucking his cock with it, before again rubbing the tip round and over it, teasing, tantalizing him, bringing his cock just to her entrance, then quickly moving it back over her clitoris to begin teasing again.

As she is teasing him, He is calculating his moment, waiting, timing her manipulations of his cock. Then just as she brings it once more to her pussy entrance Rory gives a thrust of his hips and drives it deep into her, their bellies slapping together. His cock buries itself deep, deep within her, knocking at the door of her womb, their shaven pubic areas sliding together as one. They fit so well, so tightly together, as would a new key in a lock, a perfect union of two bodies. They lie locked in this passionate embrace for what seems like hours but is probably no more than a minute, their mouths glued together, tongues entwined.

Her hips twitching beneath him send the message that she wants fucking. He withdraws his rigid member until only the tip is still in contact with her pussy, then slowly, so slowly reinserts it until it is once more lodged deep within her. He continues these long, slow strokes, pushing his body forward so that the full length of my cock draws against her clit on both the withdrawal and re-entry strokes. She moans with each sensuous stroke, her hips matching his rhythm perfectly, his rhythm matching that of the waves lapping the shore.

“Oh, baby that’s so good, fuck me, make me come with you.”

Rory knows that with this slow measured fucking he can hold back his orgasm for quite a long time, especially if he also think of mundane things, a favourite trick being to recite the 75 times table over and over in his head. But he knows that to take too long now would be wrong, because they both need this loving, this closeness, to cement the bond which they have always known to be there. The time for interminable fucking is not now, the place is not here, but somewhere far more comfortable.

He knows that she feels the same, no words pass between them, it is instinctive, each knowing the other so well. He feels her hands sliding down his back to his arse cheeks, grabbing them, pulling him to her, knowing without being told that this is a signal to get on with it. He feels a finger tracing around his anus, God, so erotic, forcing him to drive deeper into her, to increase the tempo of his strokes. Faster, harder, deeper, he thrusts his now almost bursting cock into her, gone are the long, slow, sensuous strokes of moments ago, now both are carried away, cocooned within their love for one another. He feels her pussy walls starting their cycle of pre orgasmic contractions, milking, squeezing his cock, signalling that it wants the soothing balm that his cock has to offer.

Faster and harder they are driven by their passion which has taken over, no longer in control of the destiny of their actions. Rory knows that they are both so close, both well beyond the point where they could stop and wait to prolong our lovemaking, they both need, want this – and now! Their moans and cries of love, incoherent words, urging each other onwards, rising in equal intensity with their passion. Onward, ever onward riding the wave, until it finally has to break. He feels her finger drive deeply into his arse, forcing him to drive my cock so deep into her that his balls almost join it inside, forcing the onset of his orgasm.

Such a wave of spunk gallops up through his cock and out of the eye, wave after wave of hot, white, thick creamy juice pours into her, triggering yet another orgasm to overtake her. Their mutual orgasm is so intense, they are so high on the endorphins which sexual activity produces, that it seems that the world has stopped revolving. It takes them some time to come down from this high, all the while still locked together, joined at hips and mouths, in a still passionate embrace, just basking in the post orgasmic bliss, in the love just shared so deeply.

Finally they part and sit up suddenly realizing just how long they had been on the beach, how dark, how cold it had become. They quickly pull their clothes back on.

“I put a bottle of champagne on ice,” Rory says, “now I think we really have something to celebrate.”

Again their arms slide naturally around each other’s waists as they pick their way back up the winding path to the cottage retreat, and the night ahead.

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In my adventures to expand my sexuality and excitement I had been exploring my dominance over other people (subjects?) and enjoy it very much. However, over the years it had also become a thought and then a wish and then a burning desire to do just the opposite. Provided of course, if one could find the appropriate avenue to accomplish this desire. I have had some episodes where I took “orders” from another person. But I had never committed to completely doing as they might require and so, two months ago, this was to become my next adventure.

As a bi-sexual female I had had the secret desire to submit myself to the wishes of a beautiful woman. To give up the control I must constantly exercise in my professional life. I had finally decided to give in to those building desires and I had written to Mistress Michelle who lived in Oklahoma City. She was in her middle thirties, blond, an absolutely gorgeous figure, and completely merciless in her treatment of another person. She required me to write more and more intimate and detailed emails of my fantasies before she would consider seeing me. She had emailed many intimate pictures of herself that had me gushing every time a new email would arrive in my confidential email inbox. After my many requests she finally consented to see me.

Following her instructions I flew up on an early Friday afternoon flight. It was summertime and she had specified that I would wear the shortest white skirt I owned, a very tight, front buttoning white sweater and white lingerie of the Victoria’s Secret variety. She had also specified black – no other color allowed – spike heels that were the five inch, ankle strapped “look at me, I’m a slut” variety. Her email of instructions had also included a code word that I could use to make her immediately stop anything she was doing if I decided it was making me too nervous or too uncomfortable either physically or mentally. But if I used it, everything would be immediately over between us and I would be expected to walk out the door and she would never, under any circumstances, see me again. All or nothing.

I took a cab from the airport to her apartment. She met me at the door and established her dominance from the very beginning. Once inside she led me into the middle of the room and had me kneel and placed a collar, attached to a leash, around my neck. I would wear the collar for the entire time I was with her. While still on my knees she had me raise the back of my skirt, and lower my panties and bend forward on my elbows while she took a ping-pong paddle to my backside. And oh my god, the stinging pain. On and on it went. My bottom felt like it was burning. I begged her to stop but she only did so when she was ready.

She finally stopped and ordered me to lie down, face down on the floor until I could stop crying. When I had finally composed myself she instructed me to walk over to stand beside the chair she was sitting in and to strip for her. Completely. I was blushing all over, probably as red as my backside as she had me hand each piece of my clothing to her. As my body was opened up to her she inspected me in my nakedness. She then led me over to a round hassock. She had me get on it, on my knees with my face all the way down on its surface. And then spread my knees as wide as they would go to completely expose my pussy and ass to her wandering hands.

After she completed her inspection of my body she then sat down beside me. She applied a soothing lotion all over my body with a slow gentle rubbing that gave as much pleasure as the paddling had given pain. Her gentle hands and the lotion she used on my burning backside felt wonderful. Then, with total confidence, she moved her lotion covered hands onto my ass and pussy. Very deliberately and patiently she brought me, gasping and writhing, right to the very brink of cumming when she suddenly screamed at me not to cum until she allowed me to and she abruptly stopped touching me.

She then reminded me that it was I who had requested to be her servant. She said she was going to make it so I would be forced to remember each time that I looked at my naked self in the mirror that I had made that request and commitment.

She brought in a bowl of warm water, a towel and a razor. With my legs still spread wide she proceeded to shave me. Several times while she was tenderly shaving me, I would approach orgasm and each time she would stop touching me and again forbid me to cum. After I would regain control of myself she would continue patiently until finally my pussy and ass were completely bare. She placed a mirror in between my spread legs to have me look at myself. As I stared at the stark whiteness between my legs and the pinkness of my pussy lips in the reflection, in the mirror from behind me her hand came between my legs as if to claim her treasure. Her firm touch as it came directly onto my pussy lips, was like an electric shock.

She had me get down off the hassock and crawl into her rize escort bedroom and lie

face-down on her bed. She commanded that I request to be tied. I humbly

requested that she do so. She bound my hands and tied my feet to the corners of her bed. But she said she was angry with me as I had not been quick enough in requesting that she tie me but even more importantly that I had nearly cum, several times, without permission. And for that transgression I had to again be punished.

She began by having me apologize and had me request to be beaten to atone for my mistakes. She required me to kiss her hand (the one that would paddle me). And then she laid into me barehanded, with a vengeance. On and on it went with my cries and pleas for mercy completely ignored. While I was a child I had had occasional spankings when I badly misbehaved. They had never gone on this long or been this painful but I was thrown mentally into the state of being a pure child of my mistress.

She finally stopped and tenderly kissed my tears away. Then she brought me abruptly back from the childlike person to the intensely sexual adult. Again the soothing lotion. She turned me over and again tied me, this time with my legs spread wide apart, and continued with the lotion on my front. She ever so slowly would tease my breasts and my baby smooth pussy until my vagina was flowing with my wetness. As she had me right on the very brink of cumming she suddenly grabbed my tits and fastened on a scissor clamp to each of my nipples that hurt so badly I nearly fainted. But it also excited me even more, even though I wasn’t allowed to cum.

She then made me beg to eat her beautiful pussy and finally she allowed me to. She was dressed completely in black to contrast the white she had required me to wear. She stepped out of her high heels and stood proudly in front of her subject to slowly remove her sweater, to reveal a leather half-bra that emphasized her large full breasts and dark red nipples. She also removed her black leather mini-skirt to reveal her garter belt and black stockings and a pair of black silk panties. She donned a pair of short leather gloves and then a choker style necklace. Stepping right up next to the head of the bed she removed her panties. She stepped up onto the bed and spread her long legs to come down astride my face. For seemingly the next hour she made me eat her. She would call me her “cheap little cunt” and order me to keep my tongue moving as that was the only thing a “cunt” could do that was any good.

If I slowed down too much she would reach around behind her back to jerk on the clamps on my nipples to speed me up again. Each time she would cum with her wet pussy flowing onto my face she would give herself a rest by turning around to have me eat her sweet asshole. As she would instruct me on exactly how she liked me to use my tongue on her ass – slow circles and then darting jabs. She would play with my freshly shaved pussy just enough to drive me wild with desire before turning around to make me eat her pussy once again.

After having her fill of gut wrenching orgasms she decided it was time to

further use her subject. She removed the clips from my nipples producing an

excruciating tingling as the feeling returned to them.

She then got up to wheel in the device that she told me I would be allowed to use to cum but only if I had pleased her sufficiently throughout the evening and only on her direction. It was a rubber dick that was absolutely huge. I would guess it must have been a foot long and nearly three inches in diameter! Like the stool in a doctor’s office it was mounted on a low-set round metal stool with the seat removed. It was quite heavy and had roller wheels mounted on it. It stood a couple of feet above the floor to stand up vertically like the huge hunk of meat that it was. I couldn’t help but stare at it in both excitement and apprehension.

As the time had passed it was after dark and she announced we were going out. She removed the ropes from my hands and feet. She had me put on a bright pink bikini swimsuit that she had bought for me. Actually it was more of a sunning suit as it was much too flimsy to wear for swimming. Three bare-minimum triangles of cloth held on by tie strings that she tied in bows on my hips and behind my back and neck.

She said she liked the effect of the bright pink showing off all the white skin that was exposed. That it made it even more obvious how much more of ME was actually showing since the hot pink emphasized ALL of my bikini tan lines. She said it was a shame that we couldn’t also show off that shining clean pussy of mine. She had me put on the high heels I had worn. She put on a short coat over me that just barely covered the bikini and a hip length belted sweater for her that covered her torso but showed all her lovely legs and led me by the leash out to her van. We drove slowly to a 7-11 type store a few minutes from her bostnews.com apartment. Before we went inside she reminded me that I would do anything she said or she would punish me.

I had assumed she wanted me to put the leash attached to my collar under my coat and accompany her into the store knowing how little we were both wearing underneath our coats and with our long bare legs fully on display as a means of exciting both of us. I saw that there were three or four customers in the store as well as the checkout clerk. My mistress came around to the door on my side, took my leash and pulled it to signal me to get out of the van. With a little smile on her lips, while standing beside the van, she told me to remove my coat and leave it in the van! I couldn’t believe she meant it but she firmly jerked the chain on my neck and I realized she was completely serious and I complied. She said for not being quick enough that she would shame me. She led me into the store and everyone stopped to stare at me with so much skin on display. She led me to the back of the store to get a six-pack of beer from the cooler.

As we walked by, me teetering on my spike heels, the people in the store, viewing me from the front, saw me dressed as a daring exhibitionist being led like a little doggie on a chain. But after going past them towards the rear of the store, since from the back I was completely naked except for the strings holding my outfit together, it was obvious I was a cheap slut on display. We then walked up to the counter to pay for the beer. Everyone in the place continued to stare at me with their mouths agape. I was blushing all over in shame but also feeling a wonderful tingling between my legs. Mistress Michelle ordered me to kneel at her side while she paid the bill. This time I was quick to follow her order.

After she paid she instructed me to rise. We started out of the store. As we were near the front door she again pulled my chain to stop me and we turned to walk over to one of the customers, a young man in his early twenties. His eyes were riveted on my body. She asked if I remembered that she had said she was going to shame me. I quickly and courteously answered that I did. As we walked up to the young man she ordered me to undo the ties on my top, take it off and give it to him. My eyes opened wide in disbelief. Her only other comment was, “Do it quickly or I’ll have you take off the bottoms, too.”

Just dying of embarrassment I took off the bikini top and handed it to the

young man with one hand while using my other hand and arm to cover myself as much as I could. He was staring silently at my body. My Mistress immediately ordered me to put both my arms down to my sides saying “give him a real good look at those tits”. In my shame I did exactly as ordered, my eyes downcast as he stared at me in both disbelief and pleasure.

By that time she was really enjoying herself. She ordered me to put my hands up behind my head, take a really deep breath to make my breasts really stick out and to give the young man a big smile and tell him in complete detail how much I enjoyed showing him my tits. I looked at my mistress with tears in my eyes from the shame and pleaded with her not to make me behave this way. Her only statement was “Do it now, you little cunt, or I’ll never, ever let you cum.” I slowly turned to the young man, and brought my hands up behind my head in a pose like a model in a men’s magazine. I lifted my arms and slowly drew my shoulders back. At the same time I took in a slow, deep breath to completely expand to my full 38-DD’s. I watched his eyes as he and the others in the building viewed my remarkable, nipple protruding breasts.

I gave him a rather forced smile and, trying to keep my voice soft enough that only my mistress and the young man could hear me, said “Honey, I really like for a man to look at my breasts because they’re so big and so firm that I’m really proud of them. And I can see that you’re a real tit man because you really like looking at my big, natural tits and my really sensitive little nipples as they stick out at you. I hope you enjoy it so much that you go home and jack off while you are thinking of me.”

This apparently satisfied my mistress. As every person in the 7-11, particularly the young man for whom I was giving the show continued to stare at me, Mistress Michelle led me slowly out to the van and we left and returned to her apartment. During the drive she said that I was just beginning to suspect the amount of training she would be giving me.

She was still not through with humiliating me. She led me up the stairs to her front door of her apartment and ordered me to give her the bikini bottoms. As I tearfully complied she ordered me to stand where I was and above all, not to touch myself. She said I would stand at the door and think about how much I had enjoyed showing my body to a complete stranger. How much I was a total exhibitionistic slut. She went inside and locked the door with my leash hanging on the doorknob. The doorway was not directly visible from the street and, thank god, she turned off the porch light about 30 seconds after she went in, but anyone walking near the building could have seen all of me. I couldn’t run away for that would have put me, naked, into the busy street. I couldn’t go inside because the door was locked. I couldn’t bang on her door or call to her to let me in for fear of attracting people in the adjoining apartments and perhaps even the whole neighborhood to come see the source of the noise. She made me wait outside her door, stark naked except for high heels and a collar for what seemed hours although I’m sure it was actually only a few minutes. I was so shamed, humiliated and filled with lust I was crying.

Finally she opened the door, made me kneel and hand her my leash. She

stared at me and asked the question, “Well, are you? And what will I do with you?” I could only hang my head in total shame to tell her, “I am your total, complete shameless, slut. You can do anything with me that you choose.”

She brought me back into her living room where she had turned on all of the lights and had set up a camera on a tripod aimed at her “fuck stool”. She led me directly over to the huge dildo saying, “I’ve covered it with a whole tube of K-Y so it’s all slippery and messy. Actually your cunt is so wet and flowing that I really didn’t need to bother. It’s time for my slave, my little cunt to give her Mistress a real show. Now squat down on that cock and hunch it.”

I don’t know how I took that huge cock but I was so sexually excited I couldn’t help myself. Because of it’s angle and low position I had to use my legs to lower myself straight down and back up many times and it was very tiring, as well as humiliating as she watched me. She made a show turning on her movie camera to increase my humiliation by her photographing me.

As she kept giving me taunts and raunchy comments, I used that dildo to fuck myself into oblivion. I took that incredibly huge cock and buried it into my cunt. I squatted up and down again and again as I was consumed in my own lust. As I started to cum my mistress again fastened on the nipple clamps. As the bite of pain cut into me I went into wave upon building, upon even more building waves of orgasm.

As I went completely over the top my Mistress grabbed a handful of my hair

and pulled my face into her bosom to hold me against her breasts. To make it hard for me to even breathe and I have NEVER cum so hard in my life. My screams of release went on and on as Mistress Michelle looked down at me and then into the camera in complete triumph…

I stood in front of her with my head bowed in shame and embarrassment as she held my leash. My glistening pussy and thighs were drenched with the K-Y jelly and also my own juices. I asked to go into her bathroom to clean myself up. Instead she said my cab would arrive in 10 minutes so I’d better hurry to get some cloths on before the cabby drove up. She laughed at me, handed me my cloths and purse all wrapped up in a ball, took off the collar and pushed me, naked, out the door.

As she intended I was forced to use her front porch for a dressing room. Since there was nothing else available, I used my lingerie as a towel to clean myself as well as possible and then put the remains of my clothing on. The cab arrived in a few minutes. I painfully went down the steps and had the cab take me to an airport motel. I was unable to sleep. I remember taking a long, hot bath while in an emotional fog and in complete mental turmoil. I must have been in almost a blur as I really didn’t start to mentally function until I was already on the plane, homeward bound, the next morning.

I found that I was remembering the entire experience from its very beginning as I looked out the window of the plane. From the text of each email we had sent, the pictures we exchanged, my journey to see her, and every moment of my time with her. I was sore Everywhere. My bottom was still burning from the paddling. My nipples were aching from the cruel clamps she had used. My leg muscles that had been used so savagely hunching over her “sex machine” were aching so much that it hurt to even walk. Even my pussy was sore from the terrible reaming it had taken from the huge rubber dick.

But mostly, where I hurt the very most was in my own mind. I had been taken physically and mentally at my own wish and request. But I had no idea how completely my Mistress had known me all the way to my very soul. She had taken complete control over All of me. Even though I had willingly given myself to her, I was hurting terribly to know how much of Me I had given away. But I finally realized that to meet my true self peering down from the top of the lustful mountain of “total release” that I had never achieved before, was worth the price.

It was over a week before I was physically back in shape. But my mind… the longing continues.

And I received an email from Mistress a week ago saying the next time I ask to see her I will be used with an audience.

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Dev had started in his usual manner: introductions, ask where she is from, if she is married, has kids, what she does, tell a bit about himself…and if she was relaxed and willing to talk, he would ask if she would like to take the conversation to a more quite, private place.

As the conversation progressed, Dev would slip dirty jokes, double entendres, innuendos into the conversation to see if her reaction was positive and receptive.

This is how he began with Layla as well.

She laughed and joined in on the jokes and such, so he tried to take it a bit further. He flirted and made a few bold sexual comments, however, he didn’t get the response he hoped. She wasn’t offended, but said she only talked to her husband like this.

This intrigued Dev; was it an attempt not to seem easy, or was she telling the truth? (The truth was something he had found to be scarce in the places he liked to go to find women.)

At the end of their first meeting, Dev knew he wanted to get to know Layla better. They exchanged contact information, and he left knowing he would arrange to meet her within the next day or so.

Dev had learnt that she had children, in their teens. He was surprised, as she didn’t look old enough, “How old are you?”

Laughing, “You’re not supposed to ask a woman her age, but that’s ok, I don’t mind. I’m 42.”

“Oh, really?? Wow, that’s great!”

“Great? Is it surprising I have lived so long?” she laughed.

He chuckled, “No no, nothing like that. Don’t take it the wrong way. I like older women.”

He gave a smooth smile, and she saw a twinkle in his eye.

Curious to know how much ‘older’ she is, she asked when his birthday is and discovered that she is actually nearly four and half years older.

Dev and Layla met several times over the next few weeks, and he soon realised she is unlike other women…especially his wife. Layla felt herself beginning to feel drawn to Dev, but she kept scolding herself; not only was Dev several years younger than she was, but they were both married….and she did love her husband.

Granted, things had been difficult and distant over the past year. They had spent little time together, and he made a lot of excuses about why; but she was trying, and hoping that things would sort themselves out.

So it didn’t help when this sexy, attractive younger man kept making it very clear that he was very interested in her, in many ways.

Dev found Layla to be “the whole package” — very sexy, very sexual, and open-minded…without compromising her self-respect, as well as kind, thoughtful caring, very intelligent, a lot of fun, and very funny. He admired her sexy, voluptuous, curvy figure – not fat, but a bit fuller, with all the curves in the right places.

A unique feature about Layla is that while she is voluptuous, she doesn’t have grotesquely large boobs like so many women do these days because either they are obese, or their boobs are silicon balls stuffed into their chest. He knew her boobs were no more than a C-cup, but it didn’t matter…they were sexy…and real.

Additionally, she has a nice round arse. The kind you could get a nice handful of during a sexy embrace, or great to give a sexy smack when you are driving your cock deep into her from behind.

If her hot, mature body were not enough to tent a man’s trousers, she has glossy black hair, the most amazing emerald green eyes that you can get lost in, and sexy kissable cupids-bow, rosebud, shaped lips.

It was now 6 weeks since they had first met, and Dev couldn’t get gaziantep escort enough of Layla – watching her, looking at her, talking to her, listening to her…just being with her. She was the most beautiful, sexy women he had ever met; and her smile and laugh was like food to his soul.

Over the past few weeks, he had managed to entice her into a little bit of playful sexy talk, and made it clear that he was definitely attracted to her; even admitting that he fantasises about her when he masturbates, or fucks “her indoors”, as the saying goes in the U.K.

Although Layla had remained flattered but resistant to his advances up to that point, today, everything changed.

They had been discussing body language and that even a small action could have an impact. He used her habit of putting her finger in her mouth when she was thinking as an example, and told her that it aroused him.

She laughed, “Like this?” and playfully put the tip of her right forefinger between her teeth, and let her parted lips rest lightly on the fingertip.

“Aye, I am serious; you are making me really hard.”

Layla tossed her head back and laughed, in the sexy way she has. As usual, she took his words with a grain of salt; she knew his history of seeking women solely for his own gratification. She knew he would say and do anything to get her to give in.

She laughed, “I don’t believe you.”

He called her bluff, “Do you want to see how much you are arousing me? I really am very hard.”

She was curiosity, and she knew he was saying it for shock value, to see how she would react. So, she smiled and called his bluff in return, “Do you want to show me?”

“Yes, I do.”

Her smile grew wider; now it had become a game of “Chicken”. Would he actually show her? Was he bluffing? Nonetheless, if he did, she was going to do her best to play it cool.

Quick as a flash and in one smooth motion, Dev pulled out his cock. All plans of playing it cool went out the window as her eyes grew wide with surprise and her jaw dropped in awe.

She had ever seen a more beautiful, sexy, perfect, breathtaking cock!

It was a little longer average, she guessed about 5.5 inches, but certainly thicker than the average cock. This gorgeous specimen of manhood had a nice, purplish-brown bulbous mushroom-shape head with a thick ridge over his thick meaty shaft. The foreskin is a lovely coco brown, smooth and not overly ‘vein-y’.

Layla instantly felt her pussy spasm in delight. Her tongue danced wildly in her mouth, flicking rapidly about her teeth, and then gliding smoothly across her lips as she imagined what it would be like to suck his thick rod. She bit the side of her lower lip, and let a low, imperceptible moan.

Her pussy spasmed again, and her nipples became erect and hard, straining painfully against her bra.

Suddenly, her head was swimming with all images he created when he had told her he fantasised about them thrusting wildly together ‘doggy style’. She felt the walls of her pussy flexing, and she knew she could cum just watching this beautiful piece of manhood in front of her.

Layla wanted to hold it, feel the tightness of the soft, warm flesh stretched around this ramrod and feel how rock hard he was. She wanted it in her mouth, in her hands, in her pussy, anything just to have his marvellous cock touching her!

“See! I wasn’t kidding! You make me really hard!”

“Mm-hmm,” was all she could manage, her eyes still glued to his cock.

As Dev watched her, and her giresun escort reaction, his hand automatically gripped his shaft, and began working up and down. She felt everything inside her quiver and ache as she squirmed in her chair.

He watched her reaction to his private show, and knew she was his now. He had not expected this reaction, he thought she was going to scold him, tell him she was too old for him again, become embarrassed or angry.

He was quite pleased to see that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

He began to pump faster, he wanted to come so much and he loved that she was watching him so intently. Suddenly, she reached out and grabbed him by the wrist.

“Oh no…this is it, she is going to make me stop…”

Layla pulled his hand away from his cock, looked him in the eyes, and to his surprise, she lowered her mouth on to him and created a firm vacuum suction. He was speechless, except to gasp as she wrapped her warm, wet, mouth around him.

For a few seconds she just sucked extremely hard to maintain the pressure, and then slowly began to fuck him with her mouth while she kept rhythm with the hand she had wrapped tightly around the base of his shaft since he was too thick to ‘Deep Throat’.

She pulled back to give just the head some attention, alternating between flicking her tongue rapidly across the tip and swirling it around the rim, interspersed with lightly sucking just the head. The more he moaned the faster and harder she did it, pumping with her hand all the while. Soon, she returned to the long, deep mouth fucking, using her tongue as a counter pressure against the underside of his shaft. The harder she sucked and pressed her tongue against him, pumping up and down on him, the more he moaned, gasped, and moved his hips with her.

Suddenly, he pushed her off him, “No! No! Stop! Stop!” he gasped. “I don’t want to cum yet.”

Dev wrapped his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her to him. They kissed wildly and passionately as they frantically tore and tugged at their own and each other’s clothes. As soon as they were naked, he pushed her backward on the couch.

He looked at her shaven pink pussy and creamy white thighs and his thick brown cock grew harder, which he found surprising it was even possible. Her pink pussy was glistening with her juices, wet and hot. His mouth began to water and he dropped to his knees next to the couch, he began to tease her with the tip of his tongue on her milky thigh.

As soon as his tongue touched her tender inner thigh, Layla flinched and gasped. As his tongue and kisses made their way up her thigh, she shuddered and felt her pussy clench. Soon, he approached her pink paradise and gently spread her soft fleshy lips.

As he ran his tongue firmly up her clit, she let a low moan and arched higher, giving him more access to all the depths and crevasses of her soaking wet pussy. He savoured every drop as he licked and flicked her clit, standing firm and erect for him.

Layla was moaning loudly now and slowly bucking against every stroke. The louder she moaned, the harder he became. Dev desperately wanted to ram his rock hard brown cock deep inside her wet, pink pussy, but she tasted so good too.

He prolonged her pleasure by alternating his technique; he would rapidly flick the tip of the clit until she was nearly going mad, and then he would stroke with a firm, flat tongue, and then suck and nibble her clit.

Layla was bucking frantically now, he knew she was close; suddenly she opened her gümüşhane escort eyes in slight panic when she realised he had stopped and was moving.

She saw Dev over her; he looked between them at him cock, she looked and realised what he wanted. She reached between them, and put his cock head against the mouth of her pussy. She moved her hand and looked into his eyes in anticipation.

“Oh baby! Yes!!!” she cried out as he thrust his thick, hard cock deep inside her.

His cock was so thick and such a nice tight fit that the slightest movement sent a wave of pleasure through her like electricity. She could feel her pussy clamp around him as he thrust himself into her; he felt the hot walls of her pussy tighten into a death grip around his cock, it sent a wave of electricity through him, too.

“Oh God baby! You feel so good! Your pussy is so tight and wet!”

He began caressing her warm, soft boobs with her erect, firm pink nipples. His cock spasmed, sending a thrill through her.

He began flicking his thumb across Layla’s nipple as he had done her clit. Suddenly, in a wild, animalistic frenzy she began pounding and grinding herself against him as hard as she could. Deep guttural moans poured out of Lalya, “Oh God! Oh God yes! Oh, fuck me! Fuck me baby!”

They fucked each other as they had never fucked anyone before. Their bodies made suction sounds against each other as they banged and pounded frantically. Dev could feel her pussy clamping around his cock in waves, he knew she was getting close. They could smell their combined juices and it turned them on even more. Layla’s creamy legs were wrapped around Dev’s coco brown arse, and she gripped it with her hands, ramming herself against him as hard as she could with every one of his thrusts.

Their tongues explored each other’s mouths, wrapping and rolling around each other in a frenzy of passion. He moved to exploring her ear with his tongue and kissing her neck. As he kissed and tasted her milky white skin, running the tip of his tongue up and down the side of her neck, suddenly he gave her a firm but gentle bite.

Layla’s body tensed and her pussy clamped tight, “Fuck yeah baby! I love it…bite me!”

He bit, sucked and licked her neck as she rammed her pussy against his pelvis, driving his cock fully into her tight pink velvet hole as his balls slapped against her.

Dev felt her pussy begin to milk his cock as she suddenly demanded, “Look at me baby!”

As their eyes locked, and their bodies buck and bang wildly, they panted and screamed. She bucked wildly against him, never breaking the gaze. The intensity sent him over the edge with her.

Suddenly Dev came so hard she could feel it, fuelling her fire even more. As he filled her with thick, hot cum, she instantly gripped him tighter with the walls of her slick, wet pussy and hit her climax.

Layla writhed and grinded against him as she felt every muscle in her legs, ass and stomach tighten with the force of her orgasm and she screamed in total ecstasy.

“Oh baby! Oh baby! Fuck! Fuck me! YES!!”

“Oh fuck baby, you are so hot! Your pussy is so fucking sexy and tight! I love your tight pink pussy!”

“I’m gonna cum! I’m gonna cum so fuckin’ hard!” she screamed.

“UH! UH! UH! YES! YES!! OH BABY!!! I’m cumming — cum cum cum baby!!”

As their climax subsided, they fell against each other. They silently clung to one another, sweating and panting, too sensitive and weak to move.

Their minds reeling in surprise and wonder at what had just occurred over the past afew moments and the intensity and connection they had suddenly found between them.

As they clung to each other – both of them still throbbing, hearts pounding — they kissed and knew nothing would be the same again, and they knew they didn’t want it to be.

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The following story has been entered into the Nude Day contest for 2019. Thank you to everyone who has voted or commented in support of my stories. It is very much appreciated!

***

It was a Wednesday afternoon when Kate had her fateful encounter with a simple slip of paper. She had been sitting in Jane’s on Main, her favorite coffee shop, nursing an iced coffee and savoring the earthy scent of freshly ground beans. The cafe was bustling as usual, full of all kinds of people, young and old. She liked to sit and eavesdrop on conversations buzzing all around her, floating with ease from one to the other, catching small fragments of strangers’ lives, their worries, their joys, or even just their plans for the weekend.

On that day, however, such a simple pleasure seemed miles away.

Kate sat there alert and erect, chewing nervously on a straw that was slowly turning white with teeth marks. Her eyes were burning holes into the community board across the room; the one that she had happened to take a peek at on her way to place her order. She hadn’t expected to find what she spotted there, it caught her by surprise, but it also filled her with intrigue, even now after pondering it for so long.

The bright yellow flyer was for the whimsically-named Nude Troubadours.

It looked like any other community board posting except for the one scandalous word that arrested her attention. “Help us celebrate our 5th season in New Haven!” it had said, reeling Kate in further. She had to stop and read more. It went on to say: “We’re holding an open casting call for new members to join our ensemble and participate in our annual Shakespeare production. This year we’ll be performing the comedy, ‘Three Gypsies of Bracciano.'”

Kate couldn’t help but be intrigued. She was a theatre graduate, after all, fighting the good fight to find steady work like the rest of her peers. But… nude? Come again? “We strive to be inclusive and seek a culturally and racially diverse group of actors to help us promote a message of body positivity. All genders, sexual orientations, et cetera, are welcome. Experimental theatre experience strongly advised.” All good so far. Then it said, “It goes without saying that the Nude Troubadours perform in… well… the nude! So come be comfortable in your own skin and help us make this year’s summer theatre season the most exciting one yet!”

“A nude theatre troupe? Here? In New Haven?” she had asked herself, bewildered by what she’d just read. It listed a date, time, and location for the upcoming open call along with pull-away strips containing a web site URL for more information, none of which had been plucked off yet.

Kate had never heard of the Nude Troubadours, however, that wasn’t surprising. It had been less than a year since she had returned home from New York. After graduating from the NYU theatre program, she found it hard to afford to stay in the city on the meager earnings from the odd off-off-Broadway shows she managed to land. Even sharing an apartment in Astoria with two other girls seemed to be an insurmountable arrangement to maintain. At least for the time being, she reasoned, it would be wise to head home to nearby New Haven where she could find a less expensive apartment and get by on some additional financial assistance from her family.

At some point during her struggles, it seemed that this little experimental theatre group promoting body positivity and the normalization of nudity had sprung up out of nowhere… and it intrigued her. However, Kate wasn’t sure it was for quite the right reasons. Sure, she was a theatre grad. Sure, she was looking for work. But as she sat there in that coffee shop her mind drifted back to one specific point and place in time.

It was sophomore year and she had signed up for the experimental theatre class. Kate had heard the gossip; that at some point the class would confront one of the most notorious features of experimental theatre: nudity. She had heard that part of the class’ curriculum involved the students confronting their bodies together in an intimate class setting, removing their clothing and performing exercises in the buff. Frankly, she had been terrified but also, excited. It seemed so taboo to her — but to have a squeaky-clean, school-sanctioned, culturally-acceptable reason to be around a bunch of naked, potentially-cute college guys? For that, she was willing to at least try to set aside her own fear of exposure.

When the class started, the topic of nudity was indeed introduced as part of the course curriculum but wouldn’t happen until later in the semester. She imagined that was to dissuade anyone from taking the class just for the naked experience before dropping it immediately thereafter. The teacher hinted that it was a “popular” topic, a fact that triggered some knowing giggles throughout the room.

By the time the naked movement sessions actually occurred, Kate had gotten to know her classmates well. Not that she wasn’t still nervous, just as they were, but at least it would happen amongst friends and not complete strangers. However, a couple tekirdağ escort of the guys made her especially nervous, on account of her growing interest in them, but she sucked it up and accepted that it was happening and went in that day with a stubborn determination to get through it with as little trauma as possible.

To say that it had been an awkward experience would be an understatement. However, it was also every bit as exciting as Kate secretly wanted it to be. She remembered it vividly: They’d all worn unrestrictive, comfortable clothing, just as they did when reporting to class on any other day. Only now, it seemed like a pointless, mechanical measure, completely unnecessary given the day’s agenda. She remembered having to stand in a ring with her classmates, doing movement exercises at first, followed by breathing exercises. Her teacher had altered the routine a little, forcing them to face each other in this manner and spending more time on relaxation techniques, for reasons that seemed obvious.

The teacher had broken the circle briefly at one point to go and dim the lights until the room was filled with a soft orange glow rather than flooded with bright white light. It wasn’t as if that would prevent anyone from seeing her body but It had an immediate calming effect, nevertheless. When the teacher returned, she instructed them all to begin undressing when they were ready. Kate remembered everyone’s eyes; the way they zipped back and forth, connecting first with this person and then that one, silently communicating the same anxieties over and over as if they all needed to get it off their chests.

And then it started. Just like that. The floor suddenly felt cold and dusty against bare feet. Shirts went up, revealing bras. Other shirts sailed upward to reveal bare, muscular chests. Shorts and pants shot down to the floor. There was an assortment of boxers, panties, and briefs in alternating colors sweeping across her field of vision. A colorful wheel of undergarments breaking up an astonishing amount of bare flesh.

Kate recalled seeing, out of the corner of her eye, a bra pop off and a pair of naked breasts set free. She quickly looked over. The girl was looking down at the floor, unable to make eye contact with anyone. All heads seemed to be turned in her direction. The silence was deafening. The girl’s first step set off a chain reaction. Across from Kate, to her left and to her right, more bras came off, underwear slipped quickly down legs.

Heavy breathing surrounded her as nervous students braved their first baby steps together, exploring the unique challenges of a genre of theatre that was best suited to confront social taboos.

Kate’s heart was pulsating in her chest as she unhooked her bra and felt her boobs bounce free. She didn’t want to look up for fear of catching someone’s eyes but she couldn’t help it. She looked up and saw the boy across from her standing back up, having just dropped his boxers. Her heart stopped as she saw his body. There were his penis and testicles, just dangling and swinging about as he stood back up. She wanted to shriek, both out of excitement and fear.

He looked up at her and she quickly looked away. There was nowhere safe to look! There were boobs everywhere. Penises flopping out around the room. Hairy vulvas all over. Kate quickly dropped her panties and stood back up. Her chest heaved in and out.

Everyone was looking at her in amazement. She was looking at them in amazement. Bewildered students frantically assessed each other’s body out of curiosity and youthful sexual awareness. Kate’s senses were overwhelmed. So much naked flesh. So much pubic hair. So many naked, exposed genitals.

Most of all, it was shocking to see what each one looked like. Kate discovered that each classmate’s nudity seemed to possess its own personality, either representing or defying the person those private body parts belonged to… these people she thought she had gotten to know so well. She could feel a swelling of emotion all around her.

Something amazing was building within her, in the air throughout the room, expanding eyes, minds being blown. She experienced a brazen excitement, innocent, naked bodies sending a thrill up her spine, and another kind of thrill emerging somewhere else down below…

Kate snapped out of her daydream when a young woman asked if she could share her table.

As Kate nodded, she realized she was still faced with a question. Should she go to the open call? Did she want to? Could she manage to get by without her parents or brother ever finding out? If they did, what would she tell them? What would she tell her hometown friends? She felt for sure her life would become a sudden scandal; the talk of the town. However, something inside her was still yearning for that sense of freedom and liberation that she experienced back in college, as fleeting as it had been.

Kate left the cafe that day not quite in the state she usually did, but there was something strangely satisfying about being the first person to tear off one of those little strips and trabzon escort leave a sign of her brave interest behind, in the form of a single gap torn from the bottom of the flyer.

***

The day of the open call seemed a day like any other. The sun was shining. Young couples strolled in the park with overly-excited puppies dragging them across the grassy expanses. The food trucks were out and generating long lines. Booksellers set up shop in the streets to catch the daily foot traffic.

However, Kate was focused solely on the butterflies in her stomach. It was sophomore year all over again, she was a giddy college girl about to take off her clothes and hang out with naked boys, only it was worse because she had no idea who she would encounter there or what kind of experience she was in for.

She made her way across town to the performance space. Towering like a red brick behemoth, she arrived at one of the old, defunct mill buildings down along the railroad tracks outside of the city center, in a gritty neighborhood that was historically sketchy. However, in recent years it had started to get some cozy cafes, bookstores, and vintage clothing shops as a younger crowd moved in looking for cheap rentals and more space.

Kate got out of the car and startled herself unexpectedly, merely by slamming the door shut. She took a deep breath, preparing herself to go inside. In fact, she’d already done a good deal of preparation, starting with multiple readings of Three Gypsies of Bracciano.

The play was one she admittedly hadn’t read since high school but Kate remembered it as being one of Shakespeare’s funniest comedies. Civilization and order existed inside the walls of a medieval city, surrounded by a dark forest where chaos and lawlessness were thought to have reigned. The city folk didn’t trust the gypsies that lived in the forest on the outskirts of Bracciano and the gypsies didn’t trust the city folk inside.

The play opened with Prince Felix, who one day defied his father’s wishes and went hunting in the forest alone. He fell asleep and was discovered by a band of gypsy girls masquerading as monsters to scare away anyone who ventured into their domain. Needless to say, one of the gypsies, Eutropia, fell in love with the sleeping prince and hatched a plan to violate the century-long boundary between two worlds to make him her husband.

What ensued was a madcap affair. Eutropia and her two closest friends dressed as city folk in order to leave the forest and drug the fair prince with a magical herb… only they administered the powerful aphrodisiac to the wrong man. As the gypsies continued to court the prince and his two closest friends, using their altered identities, everything went wrong that possibly could. One disaster after the next left nearly everyone drawn into the matter a victim of this ill-conceived plan, whether tricked, robbed, humiliated, or in one case, murdered. In the end, only the three young men from the city and the three young gypsy girls received an undeservedly happy ending… albeit none of them with the person that they originally pined for.

It was a raucous, whimsical narrative that Kate recalled had inspired many debates in school. Were the men depicted as representative of order, dominating the gypsy girls who represented chaos in a show of male dominance? Did the gypsy girls represent the powerful feminine source of life, before it became tainted by the world of men? Were they alone capable of rescuing mankind from its folly? There were no answers and it depended on your perspective.

One thing remained constant: young love could be impulsive, haphazard… and fucking hilarious.

Kate did her best to put her fears out of her head and strolled into the performance space, preferring to think about how interesting it might be to take part in a more loose and innovative interpretation of that famous comedy. She hoped that there would at least be photos of past performances on display, so she’d know exactly what she was getting into, but she found herself crossing a silent, empty foyer toward a door with a sign indicating entry into the theatre itself.

When she got inside and made her way down the aisle toward the stage, Kate found various performers milling about and socializing as if they knew one another. She gathered that they were the ones returning for another season. A small handful of people like her were also standing about, looking mildly disoriented, albeit enthusiastic. The turnout of new faces seemed very low but she didn’t find that strange, given the obvious taboo surrounding nudity. However, the situation also increased her likelihood of achieving membership and it felt like any option for turning back was swiftly vanishing.

The founder of the Nude Troubadours, Gwen Perkins, was an impressive woman in her late thirties. She seemed determined, knowledgeable, wise, and creative. Kate got the sense immediately that she’d like to work with her and hear more about her vision. She soon did, as Gwen welcomed the new faces that had arrived, offered them bottled water, and brought sivas escort them into the fold. Kate listened to her detail the exegesis and origin of the theatre company; how it started on a personal level when she was a victim of abuse, how that experience stayed with her and impacted her ideas, influenced her passion for the theatre, and led her to an idea that she hoped would empower men and women alike. Kate was intrigued by this offering of an alternate way to think about topics she felt were often viewed through a negative lens.

From the get-go, Kate was hooked and felt a strong desire to be a part of it all. Although she had a strong sexual affinity toward the act of performing in the nude, she felt equally inspired by Gwen’s message. Kate reminded herself that there was no reason the two could not coexist, provided she never confuse the two or forget when one or the other was appropriate to engage.

Granted, there were certainly persons of interest that emerged as Gwen began calling on current members and newbies alike to introduce themselves. When the guys spoke up, Kate found herself secretly trying to figure out which ones were gay and which were straight. A mystery man had caught her eye from the start. When he introduced himself as Dan Watts, she added him instantly and excitedly to her straight list.

During his introduction, Dan responded to one of Gwen’s ice-breaker suggestions that his favorite performance to have taken part in so far was “The Fall of Icarus,” a popular Greek tragedy in which he had played the lead role. Kate grew excited. It had been many years ago, and her part was small, but she had been in a performance of the same play and loved it.

“I’m Kate Bowman,” she announced cheerfully when Gwen called on her.

As heads turned her way, she glanced briefly at Dan, scanning for his attention. She quickly noted that she was happy to hear “The Fall of Icarus” mentioned as it was one of her own personal favorites. Kate paused for a moment, observing Dan’s expression from afar. He had smiled at her. She went on to give her background and did her best to hide any nervousness that she felt about the frank embrace of nudity that was about to occur. Kate received a hearty welcome from all those present and felt at home.

As Gwen went around the room, she watched Patricia introduce herself, who had graduated from NYU as she did. She met Nicholas and Brittany who were some of the longest-running members. There were other head-turners like Josh and Terrence, who were both newbies like her, along with Jenny, a short Asian girl with pigtails. A woman named Paige seemed delightful and friendly and Kate immediately saw her as someone she might like to be fast friends with.

As orientation went on, she felt increasingly less like these were strangers and more like people who could understand her, who had similar interests, who knew what she had been through in her struggle to forge a budding career in theatre.

After various clothed exercises, they broke for lunch, where Kate had a chance to get to know Paige a little better, and they quickly hit it off. Gwen seemed blasé about the fact that they’d be getting naked after lunch. In a way, that made Kate feel a little better. If it was no big deal for Gwen, maybe she might feel that it was no big deal for her.

During lunch, however, her eyes frequently wandered over to Dan. Dan with the big brown eyes, the strong jaw, and high cheekbones…

Afterward, Kate felt her panic really begin to rise. It was as if all her mental preparation for the undressing went out the window. Too nervous to stand by Dan, Kate made her way to the back of the stage where she could hide next to Josh, who seemed equally uneasy. The task proceeded quite unlike her previous experience in college. The returning performers were clearly used to being naked together. Clothes flew off quickly and with ease.

Kate stared in amazement at the apparent comfort that Brittany had, pulling off her t-shirt, unhooking her bra, and bearing her two perky breasts within seconds of receiving the invitation. Her pants and underwear quickly followed and suddenly she seemed proud to flash her neatly groomed lady bits to the room. She chatted excitedly with Nicholas the whole time, apparently unfazed as he removed his shirt and then slipped down his shorts and boxers in a single go. Kate shivered at the startling appearance of his long, pendulous cock.

“Oop– there’s a naked penis,” she thought to herself, casting her eyes downward toward the floor for a moment to recover. She glanced back up and took a second look at his body, now completely unclothed. She marveled at how casually he managed to stand there with his privates visible.

It didn’t occur to Kate that Gwen, too, would join them in the buff. She had stepped off to the side to carefully remove and fold her clothing, then returned to the stage without a stitch of clothing on. Kate found herself obsessively examining everyone’s body. Gwen had small, firm breasts, perfectly round, like two apples, which wiggled in a way that seemed to reflect her cheerful personality. She was pretty hairy, with a fair bit of course black thatch between her pasty legs and small tufts nestled into her armpits. As Kate looked around the room, she felt excited to see so many different types of bodies represented.

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They met at a bar, as had been planned. They pretended not to really know one another, as had been planned.

She was wearing a brown empire-waist dress, sexy, hitting her just above her knees and she sat at a barstool. Black panty hose, too. She had a white pearl necklace on, because she knew he would find it appealing.

He wore a black suit, white shirt, red tie, trying to look as sleek as possible.

He ambled over and stood next to her, remained standing, as he ordered a Grey Goose Martini, straight up, three bleu cheese olives.

They pretended to ignore one another, while exchanging passing glances in the mirror behind the bar.

“Are you alone?” he finally asked, not really looking at her.

“Yes,” she responded. “I just needed a drink.”

“Rough day?”

“Rough life.”

He turned to face her, “Well, it doesn’t show.”

“Thanks, I guess,” she said, rolling her eyes.

He looked at the bartender and said, “Can we get her a refill?” To which, the bartended poured her another martini.

The man wasn’t even sure what she was drinking.

“I really don’t think I need that,” she said.

“Yes, yes, you do. Trust me. For what’s going to happen, you’re going to need that.”

She didn’t know what to say to that. “For what’s going to happen? … You’ve got trouble written all over you. What do you do?”

“I’m in marketing, but let’s not talk about work. I hate work.”

“Well, whatever you do, judging by that suit, you must do it well.”

“I do alright, but really, my talents lie elsewhere.”

She gazed at him as if he’d just said the must smug thing ever.

“I just mean,” he continued, “I have a knack for telling when people need something, even though they don’t know it.”

Intrigued, she asked, “And you think you know what I need.”

“I do.”

“And what might that be?”

He took a large sip of his drink, put the glass down on the bar, inched toward her, leaned in to whisper into her ear, and said, “You need to finish that drink, not think about what you’re doing, find a man — it doesn’t have to be me, but it CANNOT be your husband — and immediately proceed to a hotel. …”

As he spoke, she could smell his cologne, smell his vodka and olive-stained breath, and she could hardly bear it. She was wet the moment he spoke to her with his assholish demeanor. She hadn’t been fucked in so long — and clearly, he already knew that — and she already wanted this man.

“… and you need to be ravished, and you need to ravish someone. You need to be someone other than yourself.”

Then, he stepped back and went back to his drink.

“Do that again,” she said.

“Do what?”

“Tell me something else. Something more,” and then she took a big swig of her drink, not believing what this guy just told her and that she was inviting more.

He leaned in, this time putting his right hand inside her right thigh. His fingers were just slightly inside her skirt, not enough to be noticed or offend anyone, but enough to get his point across.

“You need to be fucked,” he whispered into her ear. “You need to be thrown down on a fucking bed or something, and spend a lot of time with a cock in your mouth. You need to make someone come, come yourself, frankly, be dirty.”

He stepped back again, put his hands on his martini glass and said, loudly, “Hey, just my opinion. Take it or leave it.”

He reached into his gaziantep escort pocket, took out his wallet and put $30 on the bar, then started to walk away.

“Who is this guy,” she thought to herself, then said loudly, “Wait.”

He turned around and she got up, moved toward him, “Don’t tell me your name. Let’s go.”

They walked out of the bar, side by side, turned right and as they walked down a sidewalk — she had no idea where they were going — he stopped, looked at her, pressed her against a brick wall and began kissing her. He was being forceful, but she liked it. She put her hand, holding a handbag, on the back of his head, gripped them both, pulled him against her face. They kissed sloppily, passionately. Before she knew was she was doing, she had her hand on his crotch, obscured by his coat, felt his erection as people walked by.

She stopped kissing him. “I want you to take me to a hotel.”

“OK, let’s go,” he said, and he started walking down the sidewalk.

“Hang on,” she said, moving toward him. “One thing.”

“What?”

“I want you to take me to a cheap fucking hotel. If you are going to fuck me like a whore, I want you to do it in a place that whores fuck.”

He hadn’t expected her to say that. It just didn’t seem to fit her, but he liked it.

They hailed a cab, and he told the driver, “Take us to a hotel.”

“Which one?” the driver asked.

“The kind that charges by the hour.”

The driver looked at them in the rearview mirror, smirked, then took off for a shady area of town.

The man and woman sat near one another. She couldn’t control herself. She began licking his neck. She unzipped his fly, stuck his hand inside, grasped his penis on the outside of his underwear. The cab driver watched in the rearview mirror, chuckling to himself. The man saw the driver and gave him a look that said, ‘If you want a tip, you’ll keep your eyes on the fucking road.’

She whispered into the man’s ear. “I want you to fuck me like a whore. I want to be your fucking whore.” She continued to stroke his cock and could tell he liked this talk. “I want this cock in my mouth. I want you to fucking come all over my face.”

As he listened to her, he could hardly control himself. Just this was close to making him come.

Then the cab pulled up to some shady looking hotel in a bad part of town. He zipped his fly, threw the driver $20 and they went inside. He had his arm around her. She continued to press her face into his neck.

“We need a room,” he told the man behind the desk.

Disinterested, as if he’d seen this a million times, the attendant asked, “For how long?”

“A couple hours,” the man said.

“Fifty bucks. Prepaid.”

He put the money down. Took the key and then went to the elevator. Second floor. It smelled like cigarettes and stale beer. They found their room — 204 — and went in. It was dingy, gross. There was queen bed that looked 50 years old. The carpet was stained. The bathroom smelled of mildew.

She moved over to the bed, sat down, spread her legs. He moved toward her, unzipped his fly, took his cock out. She grabbed his ass, pulled him close to her.

She took his cock in her hand, lightly licked the foreskin, the most sensitive area. She teased it, flicking her tongue on it. Then she started sucking on the shaft of his penis, never putting the whole thing in her mouth. It drove him crazy. giresun escort She slid her mouth up and down the shaft, like she was sucking on the side of a popsicle. Then, much to his surprise, she took her mouth off and spit on his cock. She started jerking him off in her hands, spitting on it a couple times. It was wet, and there was drool hanging off her hands and his cock, all very nasty.

“Do you like that?” she asked.

All he did was moan, and she continued to massage his shaft with her spit-moistened hands, licking the foreskin along the way. Then, finally, she put the whole thing in his mouth. Up and down, she sucked on his cock.

“You fucking whore,” he said, “yeah, that feels good. That’s going to make me cum.”

When she sensed he was going to come, she took his cock out of her mouth and started jerking it again.

“I want you to come on me.”

“Yeah, I want to.”

“Come on my face. Come on my neck.”

(She hoped he was smart enough not to come on the dress.)

She jerked on his cock and he began groaning loudly. She felt the hot cum spray on her tongue and her lips, and she moved it down to her neck and felt it spray some more on her necklace.

She looked up at him and saw his look of pleasure, as he saw her drenched in his cum. She rubbed her hands on the semen, wiped it off her neck and put it in her mouth. She couldn’t believe she was doing it. It was like she was in somebody else’s body, using someone else’s mind, but as she licked his saltiness like it was candy, it got her more and more turned on.

“I fucking love your cum,” she said.

He watched her wipe all his goo off herself and put it in her mouth, and it made him get erect all over again.

He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back on to the bed forcibly. He took her legs off the floor — she still had her shoes on — and spready them wide open. He grabbed the pantyhose just inside her right thigh and ripped at it. He ripped a hole in it, kept ripping until she had a hole that exposed her crotch.

He felt her underwear with his fingers, and they were sopping wet. He put his head in her crotch, kneeling on the floor, her legs on his shoulders. He moved her underwear to the side and saw her clitoris, red, pulsating, and he began licking it.

“Yes, fucking lick my pussy,” she said, grabbing the back of his head. He licked all around, sucked on her clit, felt her quiver as he did it. He moved his tongue all around, even stuck it inside of her pussy, and she’d never felt so much pleasure as she felt her body ready to come.

When he stuck his finger inside her pussy, as he pushed his tongue on her clit, she did come. And as he stuck his finger deeper, deeper, until it was pressed against her G-spot, she felt like she was going to explode.

“Yes,” she said. “Make me come. Make me come like a whore. I’m your fucking whore.”

He was covered with her juices as she pulled his face into her crotch. He could feel her G-spot, hard, and he clasped it with his finger hooked.

She came for what seemed like an eternity. The shit that spewed out of her mouth, words yelled like “Whore,” “Slut,” “Fuck,” “Rape,” “Come,” it could all probably be heard two floors away, but it fit with this rat-infested hellhole they had wound up in.

He stood up, pulled her pantyhose and shoes off, took his clothes off, except for his undershirt. He put her legs on his shoulders. gümüşhane escort He stuck his cock inside her pussy — it was tight, but wet — and she almost immediately came again. Something about this room, something about the now-dried cum that was on her face and neck, it made her feel so naughty that she couldn’t stand it.

He was sliding his cock in and out of her pussy, and licking the inside of her knee while he did it. He had a leg fetish and he liked to lick them. As he felt her begin to come, he slid his hand inside the top of her dress. He slipped his hand inside her bra, felt her nipples. They were hard, erect, and he pinched them. It hurt her, but it was a good hurt. Him touching her nipples put her over the edge, and she came — finally — for a second time.

This orgasm, too, lasted for what seemed like an eternity.

But she wanted more. She wanted to be fucked hard. She pushed him back, rolled over.

“I want you to fuck me hard,” she said.

He pushed her down, so her belly was on the bed, but her ass was in the air. She was still wearing the dress, but it was hiked up. She put one of her hands inside the top of the dress, began pinching her own nipple. He grabbed her buttocks and spread them open, put his cock inside her pussy and began fucking her hard. He grabbed her hair, pulled on it, not terribly hard, but enough to make both of them feel like a prostitute and a john. He kept fucking her, and she loved it.

“Yes, fuck me hard. Fuck me like a whore,” she said, not believing how many times she had used the word “whore” that night.

He kept fucking her. He had already come once this night, so he had to find the right angle to make it happen again. He kept pushing her belly down, grabbing her ass, until he found the right spot. In the midst of that, one of his fingers found the outside of her ass. He didn’t put it in, but he pressed the outside of her anus. It surprised her, but she liked it.

“Do you want to fuck my ass?” she said.

“Yes,” he said.

He didn’t really, but it made him feel dirty, hot, to say it.

“Do you like me fucking you hard?”

“Yes.”

“Do you like me playing with your ass, you fucking slut?”

“Yes.”

“Do you want my cum?”

“Yes,” she said, as she began coming herself. She felt so dirty, so naughty, the mix of him ramming her pussy, her grasping her own nipple and him touching her anus, it was all too much.

She screamed.

“Yes, fuck me you fucking animal. Fuck me in this hellhole.”

He removed his cock and flipped her over. He climbed onto the bed and straddled her, jerking his cock off and he came into her mouth while he was on top of her. He yelled when he did it. This time he tasted different, worn out, and she sucked every drop out of him.

Then he rolled off of her, gasping for air. He was drenched in sweat. She felt dirty, raw, looked down at her dress, which was crumpled up on her body, amazingly not really dirty.

They both layed there, breathing heavily, looking at the cracked ceiling with stains on it.

“Shower?” he asked.

“Yes,” she said.

They both disrobed and tiptoed into the shower, not really wanting to touch much in this place. What transpired was loving. He soaped her up, cleaned her chest, her breasts, her thighs. She cleaned his cock. They then began kissing, gently, and she felt him getting hard yet again.

He looked at her, “We should do this again sometime.”

“Yeah,” she said. “Next month?”

“OK, he said.

They got dressed, left the hotel, clean, slightly embarrassed. They hailed two cabs and before departing, he kissed her passionately.

“Next month,” he said.

“Next month.”

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Chapter 1.

Charlotte was the product of a system that had produced wives and mothers for the elite for centuries. That elite had changed from the aristocracy, the army and clergy, to corporate lawyers, Hedge Fund managers and bankers, but the system hadn’t changed, it didn’t need to, because it worked perfectly and was adaptable to the changes in British society. She was the second daughter of a country doctor, but he was part of an ancient Hampshire family, with land. That land is what mattered, not titles, money even, though money helped. You were accepted or not according to rules, an outsider found hard to understand, or adapt to. It was the land and how long you had owned it, that mattered, the longer the better, centuries at least. So you couldn’t buy acceptance in society, you were born with it or you weren’t. Things were changing, you married out of the magic circle, you had to, for money, but you were still part of the family and marrying into it, only bought grudging acceptance, often barely concealed contempt. The flood of American heiresses into Edwardian England had found that out. Their money was grudgingly accepted to keep aristocratic houses going, to pay death duties, keep up the entertaining expected of the great families, but the women weren’t really accepted in the magic circle.

Not the brightest of her fathers five children, Charlotte had gone to the right school, which tried teaching academic studies, but cooking, the skills needed to run a large house, raise more children, that was more important. A hundred years ago, she might just have been accepted in the Debutante’s season, the White Ball, presentation at the Palace and so on. Competition had been fierce back then, with an engagement ring from the right sort of man, as the only measure of success. That was long gone now of course, as was the brief era of the Swiss Finishing School. Now it was the right London Secretarial college and a Cordon Bleu cookery course in France.

Charlotte had done both and got a job in the Kitchen of a Merchant Bank, producing daily Director’s Lunches. For three months in the Winter, she was a chalet girl in Verbier, again cooking cleaning, improving her skiing, but above all, meeting the right sort of man. Who was the right man? Well ideally the first son of an aristocrat of course, but only the first, second sons didn’t inherit. Even in this day and age, a title was a home run. Otherwise, the navy or army, the right regiments of course, only the Guards or Horse Guards. Those boys would move seamlessly into the right job on completion of their commission, through the right contacts of course. Nothing really changed, only the work, it was still who you knew, who you went to school with, maybe fought with in Iraq, Afghanistan.

She might not have been the brightest, but she was witty, charming, spoke with the right accent and above everything, she was a stunner. Tall, slim, but with all the right curves, including long, shapely legs. Her hair was jet black, eyes a deep blue or violet, depending on the light, eyes you could drown in, if you weren’t careful. She had a long, beautiful face, with high cheekbones, full lips and the palest of pale skin, so white, it looked translucent. If her hair had been red, she could have come straight out of a Pre Raphaelite painting. Oh, Charlotte was beautiful alright, used to the brief stop in conversation and dumbstruck look of any man she met for the first time. Most men would have given anything to have her and she had been involved from time to time, enjoying and needing sex, as much as any girl. She new though, to be careful, to avoid the reputation of being easy. Even in the 21st century, such things mattered to catch the right man who could give her the things she needed, the life she deserved.

At the age of 23, in her prime, having lost the teenage innocence and puppy fat, learned how the world worked, she had found the right man. Charles had got a first at Cambridge and was in his fourth year in a small, but up and coming Hedge Fund. He had been part of a skiing party and everyone had said, straight away, what a match they were. He was tall, dark haired and very handsome, in a saturnine, slightly sinister way. Obviously intelligent and funny, he had paid discreet court to her, not tried treating her as an on demand supplier of sex, as most men did. That was what chalet girls are for, wasn’t it? They had both played it cool, but interested, matching each other’s wary interest. Kissed of course and she had accepted the roaming hands and was gratified by the swelling in his groin, as he cupped her ass. “A bum man,” she thought. Now most men were fixated on her breasts, so it was a refreshing change, of sorts.

At the end of his holiday, they exchanged telephone numbers and she told him when her Verbier contract ended, without much hope he would follow it up. Rich and very handsome, he must have numerous, gasping female acquaintances, who would snap him up, before she got back. So she was surprised to get his call, tekirdağ escort a few days back in London. Her heart skipped a beat, when she heard his deep creamy voice.

“Charlie, it’s your skiing buddy here, missed me sweetheart?”

“Oh, you know, I threw myself into my work, trying to forget,” she shot back.

“Yeh, Yeh, I’m sure you consoled yourself with some of those Grenadier guardsman, the place was infested with. Why all Grenadiers?”

“No, promise, I kept myself chaste and virginal, just for you, but you’re right, the place was crawling with them.”

“Chaste and virginal, forgive me a snigger, in this day and age love?” Charles replied.

So the banter went on for a few more minutes, till they agreed to meet for a drink in a well known bar, two days later. Charlie took care dressing, a casual cashmere sweater and slacks, but weapons grade lingerie. Her favourite white bra and pants set, edged with pale pink lace and pink holdups. It wasn’t quite pornographic, but the scraps of cloth struggled to hide what was on offer. Arriving fashionably late, Charles was already nursing a drink, after a peck on the cheek, she accepted a champagne cocktail. Conversation was a little stilted initially, evidently this evening was more important to both of them, than the casual chat suggested. A couple of drinks turned into a delicious meal in a quiet Italian restaurant.

They took a taxi back to the flat Charlotte shared with a friend, luckily, she was with her boyfriend that night. He accepted the invitation for a nightcap of course and followed her up the two flights of stairs. Swaying her hips more than strictly necessary, he was transfixed by her gorgeous ass and had to restrain the impulse to grab her buttocks, but his cock was already stiffening. Once in the door, he grabbed her and they kissed with real passion for the first time. Pulling her into his groin, she enjoyed the feel of his growing erection. Switching to her tits, he cupped them, then gently rolled her swelling nipples between his fingers. How did he know? Her head fell back and she groaned, cheeks beginning to flush.

Charlotte pulled away and pushed him down in a chair, avoiding his eager hands. Turning round, she started swaying her hips, dancing without music. Pulling the clips from her hair and shaking out the tresses, she smiled over her shoulder and pulled the sweater over her head, then turned and leant forward. Her breasts were struggling to escape, the hard nipples pushing against the thin material. Pulling away again and laughing, she unbuttoned her slacks and slowly pushed them over her hips, then stepped out of them, continuing to sway her half covered buttocks. Reaching behind her back she unclipped and removed her bra, turned to face him, but covered her chest. She noticed he was flushed now, his pupils dilated, eyes roaming over the most perfect body he had ever seen. Turning half back, she dropped her hands to her pants, showing her breast in profile, large and firm, just slightly sagging under the delightful weight. Slowly pushing her pants over her buttocks and onto the floor, she stood still now, legs slightly spread, hands on hips, in hold ups and heels. He was a dead man walking already.

“God Charlie, you should be a Playboy Centrefold, that body…” He whispered.

Ignoring him, she bent down to touch the palms of her hands on the floor, to show her moist sex and hanging breasts. Turning to face him, he drank in what was on offer, the slightly curved abdomen, the neatly trimmed black bush, perfectly proportioned, flared hips and long, very long legs. Walking over to the chair she sat astride his legs, held his head and kissed him, before whispering,

“Now nice gentlemen like you, don’t usually date porn models, do they? Fuck them, yes of course, but date them?

My turn, let’s open my present. She started unbuttoning his shirt as his hands came up under her breasts, feeling their weight and firmness, then running his thumbs over her nipples.

“Mmm stop it, not fair.

But you’re ripped, chest like iron, how does a banker get a body like that?”

She said, running her hands over his bare chest.

“I’ve told you sweetheart, I’m not a Banker, I’m a Hedge Fund manager, but moving all that money around all day, it’s heavy you know.”

“Yeh, Yeh, I’m not that stupid, you’ve got a flunkey to move the money for you.

Why are we talking, sorry to be unlady like, but I need a good seeing to, right now”

Charles picked her up and dropped her on the bed, quickly taking off his shoes trousers and pants.

“My, but you are pleased to see me, is that all for me?” She said.

He was quite large, 7 or 8 inches and thick, but it looked lovely, straight and unblemished. Sitting up quickly, she swallowed him whole, taking in most of his length in the first gulp, before bobbing up and down, as he groaned, holding her head lightly. Charles didn’t give her long, but pulled out, to a mew of disappointment.

“Sorry trabzon escort love, but I’m not coming the first time in your mouth.”

He dropped to his knees, put both hands under her buttocks, lifting her off the bed, to attack her cunt. He buried his tongue between the pretty lips and sucked hard. It was her turn to groan,

“Oh Jees that’s, oh please don’t,” She pleaded, not knowing if she meant don’t stop or carry on, but within a minute she shuddered, groaned and a little gush of sweet fluid bathed his face.

“Please no more now, just do it, hard please, really hard,” Charlotte whispered.

With a deep groan of lust, he put her calves over his shoulder, pushed off his knees and over her body. Thrusting in hard, her pupils widened and she whimpered. In fact, she wasn’t that large down there and the first thrust filled her with three quarters of his erection.

“OHhh.. that’s sooo, God Charles, you’re huge,” She whispered, pulling his face down to kiss him as her legs were forced down further and further, by his weight. She was flexible from dance practice and her knees were either side of her face.

He grinned, pulled out and dropped down harder, easily burying his cock this time. Eyes widened again, her breath was forced out in a hiss, as he withdrew and thrust again. He wanted this to last, she built quite quickly to a second orgasm, shuddering and shaking under him, but he didn’t break the steady rhythm. She gazed into his face as he grunted with the effort, beads of sweat standing out. He in turn looked into her eyes, as they lost focus and she whimpered again. Her beautiful face was streaming with sweat and her cheeks flushed, as she threw her head back and grimaced with another orgasm. That was his cue to pick up the pace, speed and force. He drove into her for another minute, before growling and grinding into her pelvis, shuddering a little as he released each jet into the depths of her cunt. After she’d finished coming again, she pulled his head down to kiss him, stroking his hair.

“That was awesome darling, I’ve never, just never…” She trailed off.

“I know, I’ve never had sex like it, you witch, just incredible. I’ll have to take you back to my flat and chain you naked to the bed.” He said, half joking.

“Oh yes please, any chance of another fuck first?”

“Have a heart woman, you’ve half killed me already.”

With that he rolled off her and sat on the floor, back against the bed, struggling to catch his breath. Sliding down beside him, she kissed him hard and murmured,

“Mind if I finish the job?”

With that, Charlotte dropped her head to his groin and sucked his flaccid penis, licking it clean. Then she sucked in each testicle, gently masturbating him, before bobbing up and down on his thickening cock.

Groaning, he whispered, “You’re merciless, where did you learn to do that, you’re an artist?”

“We aim to please, it’s just a natural talent,” She said, stopping for a moment.

“Now do you want to come in my throat, I know how much you boys love that?”

He could only groan and nod, helplessly.

Hooked, landed and ready for the pot, she grinned to herself, as she increased her pace, finally take in his whole length, into her throat. Stopping to lick and suck his balls, she adjusted, to keep him on the edge, for five minutes. Finally sensing he was close, she sank down to the base of his cock and sucked hard, gulping and choking as he emptied into her. Almost in pain, he shook with each jet he released, as she swallowed greedily. When he finished she slowly withdrew, sucking at the meatus to remove any last cum.

She sat up breathing hard, grinning at him, cum, dripping off her chin onto those magnificent tits. Exuding raw sexuality, hair clumped and sweaty, a flush over her face, neck and chest. Much more intelligent than her, he was still helpless now, imprinted, branded, hers if she wanted him. Charlotte did want him, no love yet, but that would come. He was just what she looked for and she’d make him a good, dutiful wife, he was a lucky man.

She bent forward and whispered,

“Do you mind?”

As she kissed him open mouthed to share the fluids in her mouth. Finally pulling away, she said,

“Now I’ll go and run a nice warm bath for us to share, you can play with these,” She said, lifting her tits.

“Then we’ll see if you have any energy left, OK?”

——

Chapter 2

So that was it, a done deal, Charlotte moved into his nice Mayfair flat within a month, a beautiful ring from Mappin and Webb, three months later and the wedding booked a year after that. It was arranged back in the village she came from, the local church then back to a marque in the family home.

Two months before the wedding, a family disaster, her father had died suddenly in the middle of a Monday morning surgery. No melodramatics, typical of him, so self effacing, in the middle of a consultation, he had looked puzzled, put a hand on sivas escort his chest and slumped in the chair. His partner and the ambulance crew had tried, but couldn’t resuscitate him. Charlotte had been so close to him, she was inconsolable, but Charles was supportive and she came to love him more. There was a long family conference and it was agreed to go ahead with the wedding, that’s what her Dad would have wanted.

Over the months, Charlotte got to know her fiancé better. In truth, this only went so far, there was a reserve to him, she couldn’t penetrate. No secrets she felt, no skeletons, just a part he kept hidden. She was a little frightened of him, so intelligent and controlling. He wasn’t jealous or possessive, quite the opposite, he liked to show her off, his possession. When they went out with friends, he insisted on short skirts and plunging necklines, quietly watching the men transfixed by her. He was an enthusiastic lover, they still made love most days, unable to keep their hands off each other. Still, there was a cruel streak too. Quite early on, he had insisted on anal sex and seemed to enjoy her pain and distress. She accepted it, in her world, a woman must obey, keep her man happy. Fifty years behind the times, but it was the world she’d grown up in.

The wedding itself went off perfectly. They managed to enjoy themselves, despite the empty chair and early in the evening, they left the party, still in full swing and went in the house to change. They were going to stay in a hotel at Heathrow that night and fly off to St Lucia next day, for the honeymoon.

Charlotte was still in her beautiful white wedding dress and Charles stroked her ass as she went upstairs to the bedroom.

“Much longer and I’ve have had to fuck you in the middle of the wedding cake. I’m bursting, it’s been three days.”

She turned and kissed him on the stairs.

“Poor boy, Charlie will sort it out, my job now. It will be worth the wait, promise.”

Breaking away, she took his hand and rushed up to the bedroom, falling into his arms as the door closed.

“It’s so decadent, I’ve got to fuck you in that virginal white dress,” Charles croaked.

There was a knock at the door and Philip, his best man walked straight in without waiting. Her dress was pulled up at the back, showing her stocking tops. Flushing, she tried to pull away and let the skirt drop.

“Don’t worry darling, it’s only Phil doing his best man duties, making sure we have everything we need. Now where were we?”

Charles pulled her back in his arms, pulling the skirt higher and reaching under the yards of Tule to cup her ass.

She tried to push away,

“Please Charles, not in front of, not now, please,” She finished pleading.

“Come on sweetheart, Phil has done so much for us and he broke up with Jemima two months ago, have a heart.”

“No, No, stop it, Phil, will you leave now, please?”

But he didn’t, he stood there, silently, his groin visibly swelling. Charles, pushed her over to the large dressing table and then bent her over it. He lifted the skirt right up and over her back. Her buttocks were partly covered by white knickers and the beautiful legs were framed by pretty pink lace at the top of her stockings. There was a flash as someone took a picture on their phone, she hoped it was Charles.

He reached and quickly pulled her pants down

She really did have a magnificent ass, everyone else commented on her tits, but for Charles, it was her ass, the ultimate. She stood there, her face covered by the skirt, shaking with shock and fear, not knowing what to say or do. He pushed roughly on the inside of her right high heel.

“Spread you’re legs.”

“Charles please,” She begged from under the skirt, crying now.

“Do it.”

She did as she was told.

“Now arch your back and stand on your toes.”

That opened up her groin and both men drank in her vulval lips, framed by her thighs. Still she could see nothing, but sensed someone move between her legs, fingers probing and spreading her, then a hot penis at her entrance. Please God, let it be Charles, it was. He pushed up hard into the dry vagina, ignoring her squeals, then pulled back and forced in again, a little further. Thankfully, despite her terror and humiliation, the membranes moistened, making it less painful. After a couple of minutes of thrusting, the man withdrew and someone else replaced him, pushing straight in and lifting her on her toes. Was this Philip? Who knew? it made no difference, they were both going to have her anyway. Crying quietly, Charlotte endured it, no feeling of pleasure at all, no familiar tingle. What had she done, did she know her husband at all, how could he so casually humiliate her? All these thoughts ran through her head as she gritted her teeth and endured the abuse. They continued, turn and turn about, to prolong her suffering, on and on, so she lost track of time or which man was which.

It would end soon, but what if someone came looking for them, wondering why they didn’t reappear, Charlotte went cold with fear.

“Please finish, just finish, someone will come,” She sobbed.

“OK, the finale then.” She recognised Charles’s voice, as whoever was in her withdrew.

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I had been at the hotel for nearly two weeks and had basically spent every day either surfing or hiding from the tropical rain. I had chosen Costa Rica for the surf and the fact that it was the green season. This meant nice and cheap hotels, great waves and no crowds, basically the perfect vacation, all apart from the lack of female company.

The last time I had enjoyed being with a women was the morning of my flight, in fact the last thing I had done before getting into the taxi for the airport was explode in her mouth. My flight was an early morning one, so I decided to go out and not go to bed. I ended up going to a friends house for an after party and ended up waiting for my taxi there. I lived just around the corner so it made sense and on the way back from the club I picked up my bags and walked over to my friends house.

This house was always a party house and there must have been 15 people, partying and dancing in the living room. I was pretty tired and decided to chill out while I waited for my taxi, my friends house has a pretty cool roof terrace with hammocks so I went and relaxed in one of them. After about ten minutes Mary walked out onto the roof terrace, she smiled at me and sat opposite me on a bench. Mary and I had dated a few months back and she was always pretty keen for more. Mary has beautiful ebony skin is 5 8″ with not an ounce of flesh on her has small breasts and a mouth that would be enough for any man.

Mary and I hadn’t dated for a few weeks and she had started to date my friend whose house it was, so it was a bit of a surprise when she said my name then as I looked at her she slipped off her panties. I had a great view of her beautiful pink pussy, and of the door to the roof terrace. Not wanting to upset my friend I didn’t jump ısparta escort on Mary but instead took my penis out and started to play with myself and told her to do the same. She didn’t take long to start rubbing herself and start pulling on her nipples, she kept repeating my name and begging me to come to her. I just watched and continued to play with myself, I took great pleasure in watching her, she was caught between her desire and her fear of being caught and I was happy to drive her to the edge. After a few more minutes I feel my orgasm building and I decide to accept the pleasure and make my way over towards her.

As I follow the direction my penis is pointing in, it reaches it’s target and she hungrily swallows me into her waiting mouth. I can’t resist and take hold of her head and start to pump into her mouth, she has one hand jammed into her pussy and with her other hand she starts to caress my balls, this sends me to the edge and I pull out of her mouth to stop myself. Her eyes start to beg me again and as she says my name I pull her to her feet, turn her around and bend her over the bench. I push my penis into her soaking hole and start to fuck her. I feel her muscles start to spasm inside her pussy and after a few more minutes her breathing becomes ragged and I start to become concerned that the noises she is making might get us caught.

I pull out of her, she turns to look at me, those begging eyes pleading again, I take my opportunity and fill her mouth again. This time I fuck her mouth and she is loving it, once again rubbing her clit and fingering herself. Suddenly my telephone rings and it is my taxi which has arrived. I need to be quick, so I take my cock and stroke it, with the head resting on her tongue I increase the speed and kastamonu escort with a couple of pumps I ejaculate into her warm mouth. I continue stroking until I finish and she licks and sucks me dry. I say goodbye and go and jump into the waiting taxi.

So after nearly two weeks of testosterone filled activity I was getting pretty horny, and although I like nothing more than taking care of myself I was even getting a little bored of that.

Anyway around comes Saturday and I’m determined to have some fun that night, but with no other guests in the hotel the signs are not good. After breakfast, where once again I sit alone and enjoy the tropical fruits and coffee, I get talking to John the hotel’s Mr Fix it. I tell him I’m determined to have some fun and we start chatting about how to make the evening more enjoyable. After coming up with some really bad ideas, I remembered a night of crab racing from a Caribbean holiday I had been on once. So Jon is really keen on the idea and after talking to the other locals and hotel owners they agree that it’s Crab Racing night!

With Crab racing suddenly becoming the most important event on the horizon, I go with Jon and another couple of locals to catch the crabs. Being Costa Rica, this is very easy as they seem to be everywhere, little hermit crabs who stop moving as soon as they feel vibrations, not exactly difficult to catch!! So after an hour of picking the fastest hermits we could find and a few other different types of crab we are set. Now it is time for some PR…

So our strategy to build the night was basically to go to the two other hotels in the area and promote our special night of racing at their bars. At the first hotel we got to, there was no one around at all, so we sat and drank kayseri escort a couple of cold beers while the locals told the bar tender about the crab racing. As we are about to leave, a brunette and a blonde walk out of their rooms and head over to the bar. Now the guys I had been hanging out with jumped straight onto these girls and ‘promoted’ the crab racing night. The girls seemed a little dubious of the slightly overeager guys but were happy to chat and drink a beer and flirt a little all the same. The brunette who had a knitted halter neck top on, that did nothing to hide her perky breasts and what seemed like bullet nipples, was called Susie and she and I flirted for a while before the girls excused themselves, promising to join the fun later.

With the evening getting closer, we left the empty bar to go and promote the night. It seemed that the whole area really was empty as we only bumped into a few more locals who all said they were down for crab racing.

It was about 10pm that the crab racing came to an end and while we it had been really fun, only the locals had shown up and it was looking like yet another lonely night. As we start to free the crabs and clean up the bar Susie and her friend turn up. The girls managed to persuade us to run one last race and we drank a few more beers before one of the locals invited everyone back to his house to continue the party.

Now I should explain that this house was set back about 50m from the beach, you could hear the ocean but you couldn’t see it. So after a while I mention to no one in particular that I am going down to the beach as I wait to see if my invitation was spotted by Susie I feel her on my shoulder. She suggests we go for a swim and I agree and we start walking down to the beach. As we arrive at the beach I look back to see if anyone else has decided to join us and it seems that we are alone. I turn back to see the sight of Susie’s naked ass running into the water, I don’t wait for a second invitation and strip and run in after her.

continued in chapter 2.

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Sitting in the locker room, Carol looked around, she was hot, and tired.. Practice had been rough.. but she was feeling that warm sensation that covers muscles once they have been first stressed, then were allowed to relax. The other girls were already stripping, chatting and laughing. She watched as her team mates moved towards the showers. She had always felt a little odd at these times. Not because she was ashamed of being naked, actually, when alone she had always found the sensation of wearing nothing to be liberating, kind of therapeutic. But in the company of other young women she was embarrassed by her body. She knew, deep in her mind that she shouldn’t be, but she was. Her breasts had yet to fill out and at eighteen years of age, she still didn’t have a “mound” of pubic hair, just a light covering of auburn fuzz. No, fuzz wasn’t the right word for it. Her pubic hair was sparse, almost as though she were balding.. but at eighteen, down there? All the other girls on the team were walking around her with full bodies, or at the very least enough secondary signs of maturity that they couldn’t be mistaken for a little girl.

“Comon, hit those showers!” yelled the coach. “I want towels and uniforms in the hampers, not on the floor ladies!” Miss Stenholtz shouted as she entered her office.

Carol stood, and peeled off her hockey uniform. Once naked she held a towel at waist level covering her sparse pubic area, walked around to the bin that collected the dirty uniforms and then walked into the shower area. Stephanie was already there, giggling at something one of the other girls had said, but upon seeing Carol enter the area, turned and motioned for her friend to move next to her.

“Hey!” Stephanie Shouted over the sound of falling water. “you still on for tonight?”

“Tonight?” Carol said stepping under the warm water. “Yeah, I guess so.” She had almost forgotten the double date.

“Great!” yelled Steph, pulling her long brunette locks back over her shoulder. “I can’t wait, it’s gonna be a blast!”

Carol washed herself. Her small breasts, when would they grow like Steph’s? God, her friend must be a full “C” cup by now, and her pubic hair grew in a large, full dark mound of curls. Carol watched as the other girl bent over, rinsing her buttocks and thighs.. She felt her breath grow sharper.. ‘Damn’ she thought, ‘not now, not here’. Her mind flashed to a few weeks back..

She and Steph were in the other girls house, her friend had gone to the bathroom and they were talking, so she had left the door open..

Carol had sat on the floor across from the door, chatting when her girlfriend had opened the door to hear better.. she was looking straight at her friends crotch. She could almost make out the golden stream that erupted from the darkness .. her breath caught in her throat, her heart started to pound as the other girl wiped herself, pulling the hair and skin forward, she had felt flush, her panties were getting damp all by themselves.. it scared her… it thrilled her..

Carol plunged into the water, hoping that as she got excited, no one would notice. She turned her back on her friend, and soaped her hair.. another girl was standing across from her.. her nipples little flat spots on white mounds of flesh.. The water caused a tingling sensation on her small breasts, she looked down at herself, her nipples were erect, standing straight out from her ‘almost’ “A” cup chest.

“Hey! Earth to Carrot top!” Steph shouted.

Carol spun again, facing her friend.

“What is it with you?” Stephanie stepped closer to her.. almost touching. “Are you OK? … I asked what you were going to wear?” The brunettes eyes dropped to the other girls pale chest. “God, turn up the hot water silly, you’re freezing yourself.”

“Uh, I guess I just caught a draft.. ” Carol stumbled trying to pick up the other girls suggestion about being cold.

“Or are you excited about something?”

“No, I caught a draft. ” Carol ducked under the water again. She had felt that stirring in her loins again.. she was turned on. God, what was going on with her?

“So..” Steph stood with her hands on her hips. “What are you wearing tonight?”

“I don’t know.. Uh,” Carol had to focus.. “Jeans I guess”

“OK, listen I’ll come by, drop my things and we’ll go from there OK?” Stephanie was referring to the plan for her to spend the night at Carol’s house that night.

“All right, uh, about when?”

“I guess around seven or so?”

“OK.”

“Jeans and what else?”

“Huh?” Carol had tried not to look at the way her friends breasts hung off her frame.

“What else are you going to wear?”

“I don’t know, a blouse, maybe a jacket.” She shrugged.

“Don’t wear anything too tight.” Her friend said with a grin and sauntered out of the shower area.

“Let’s go girls!” came Miss. Stenholtz’s voice. “Water’s off in ten minutes!”

Carol turned, facing the tile and started back in on her hair.. ‘What’s happening to me? Why am I having thoughts like this?’

Once tekirdağ escort home Carol ran to her room and fell onto her bed. She couldn’t understand why she was getting turned on looking at girls. She had always felt more comfortable around women then men, with the exception of her father, but that was normal right? But in the last year or so, she could remember taking a much keener interest in the girls in her class, especially those that were close to her, like Stephanie. Could she be .. One of them? She closed her eyes and tried to remember what she had been thinking, deep down somewhere in her mind.. something must be triggering her erotic responses.. but how? Another girl?

She had marveled at the other girls bodies.. watching them move, naked and graceful. She had watched them bounce and jiggle and .. ‘Oh My God’ She was having sexual thoughts about Stephanie! How could she? How couldn’t she? In her heart she knew, that even in her most intimate sexual fantasies, the ones that she would masturbate too, Stephanie was always there, watching while a faceless nearly genderless body had touched her, kissed her. Or on other occasions she had thought of.. She had thought of her. Those dark pools for eyes. That hair, her smell, her form, her voice, her hands, her.. She was starting again. Why did all her intimate thoughts revolve around other girls? She stood and looked in the mirror.. Green eyes looked back at her from within an alabaster face, angular, sharp almost. Shoulder length red hair.. a wide splash of freckles across her face. Thin, muscular frame under her clothes. No chest. God, she looked like a boy. Maybe she was a boy, maybe she was one of those, whatchamacallit’s.. Herma something’s… She’ll never be as attractive as Steph, or some of the other girls in her school. Damn..

Dropping back onto her bed, she thought of her last few dates.. the way they had ended. Virtual wrestling matches. The guys had been grabbing and pulling, slobbering all over her.. squeezing her small breasts until they stung with pain. Ramming first their hands then their thighs between her legs, trying to hump her through her clothes. God, what a horrible night she had coming. But then.. Steph would be there.. Stephanie.. she had listened to the other girls stories of wild sexual abandon. How she reveled in the taste, the smell the feel of the boy she was with.. Why couldn’t she get like that, why wasn’t she able to enjoy her dates like that? She felt tears well up inside her. Carol rolled over and cried into her pillow. Then, after shedding some tears, and venting her frustration into the innocent pillow. She drifted off to sleep.

Carol awoke to the sound of her mothers voice calling her. Steph was here. She rolled off the bed and looked in the mirror again. Her eyes showed she had been asleep and it was a shock as her dark haired friend bounded through the door.

“Hey Care’, You OK?” She asked.

“Yeah, why wouldn’t I be?”

“It’s just the old Italian thing kicking in, worry abut the ones you love, you know.”

Carol’s heart jumped in her chest.. It was the word ‘love’ wasn’t it? She was having more and more trouble being composed around this girl. What was wrong with her?

“Come on where are we sleeping tonight?” Stephanie said looking at the small double bed that occupied one corner of the other girls room.

“I was thinking we could sleep in the den, with the big TV and all.. ” Snap out of it dummy.

“OK, cool, let’s get our stuff down there, the guys are coming around eight, and it’s a nine thirty show.” Stephanie hefted her overnight bag onto her shoulder and the two proceeded to plod down stairs to the den.

In the next half hour the two made a space for themselves, placing sleeping bags and pillows in a sort of futon like arrangement. Just as they were finishing their construction Carol’s father entered the house. He looked down the short stairwell into the den and said in his strong voice:

“Good evening short cake.” His steel gray eyes glistened, his almost non existent hair was just a shade of gray now, it made him look distinguished in his Marine Corps. Uniform.

“Hi Daddy” Carol said, not able to hide the joy she had upon seeing her father.

“And hello Stephanie, how are you ladies tonight?” Asked the Gunnery Sergeant.

“We’re fine Sarge, how are you?” for some reason Steph made ‘Sarge” sound like a formal term.

“I’m fine. What are you two up to this evening? Bivouac?”

“Double date, sir.” Said Stephanie

“Then back here for girl stuff, sir.” Continued Carol.

The man looked as though he were inspecting their construct, and finding it acceptable nodded and added a brisk, “Carry on.” The girls giggled and fell onto the couch. For all his formal posing, Gunny Howell always liked to play with his little girl. He just never seemed to have the time anymore.

Both girls proceeded up the stairs, it was time to get ready for the big date. Stephanie had set the whole thing up. Two boys from school, David (Steph called trabzon escort him the stud of the month) and Tony. Tony was of course Carol’s date, and she was as unsure of this as she had ever been of anything in her life. She washed her face, and pulled at her hair, it was OK, she thought. Then she went to her closet and pulled out a light green blouse and clean, dark blue Calvin Klein jeans. She turned and watched as Stephanie pulled a pair of matching designer jeans from her bag and a dark brown sweater. The two changed next to each other, as they had for years. But this time seemed different, Carol wasn’t’ sure how or why.. But this time she was almost embarrassed to let the other girl see her.

She was terrified that her body would betray her as she watched the heavy breasts of her companion jiggle in their bra. Please don’ t let me get turned on now! She prayed silently. Heat rose through her body as a response. Stephanie pulled off her slacks and falling back on the bed she began to pull on the designer jeans. In a moment, Carol was laying next to her, their arms grazing each other as they worked on the tight denim.

“Damn, you look good in those..” Stephanie said as Carol stood up.

“You think so?” Carol looked at herself in the mirror.

“Are you kidding, you have a great ass.”

“I don’t know, I think it’s kind of flat.”

“Not in those jeans it’s not.”

Carol tried to turn away from her friend as she pulled off her tee shirt. Her bra was the same size as the one she’d worn two years ago. She could go without one she was so small on top.

“Your not going to wear an athletic bra are you?” Asked Steph, pointing at the one she was wearing.

“Uh, no, I’m changing it.. what about you?”

“Tadaa!!” Stephanie pulled a red lace bra from her bag, and without so much as a by your leave dropped out of her white cotton support and slowly worked her way into the lace. Carol was transfixed. The way her nipples rode on the waves of her breasts as they swayed from side to side. The way she smelled, the way.. Good Christ what am I doing!?

Carol opened her dresser, and looked through her bras. She found one of her nicer ones and held it up, a thin strapped teal silken piece.

“Wow! I like” said Stephanie gazing at the lingerie

“Thanks, it’s for that green dress I got last year.”

“I know, but I must have missed the matching undies.. How come you’re not wearing the panty?”

“Uh, I think it’s dirty, I must have worn ’em the other day.” Carol pulled her bra over her head like she had done with the tee shirt. Her small curves of breast looked back at her in the mirror. Her nipples were dark, unlike the areola around them, they were darkening, she was sure from their normal pink to a shade darker, like roses. She slipped into the bra and looked up. Stephanie was staring at her. Probably wondering how she survived with such an anemic chest. God for the days of twiggy again.

“What!?” Carol intoned, shrugging into the garment.

“I love your body.” Stephanie said looking over the other girl.

Carol stared at her in the mirror. She had felt her heart stop. She was standing, frozen. Her arms in the straps of the brassiere held at her elbows.

“I do.” Said the dark haired girl stepping closer. “I wish I had your figure, I love it, the way your neck just slips into your shoulders. Your curves are just so..”

“Not there.” Carol said, realizing she was staring back at her friend.

“No, that’s not it, just subtle and soft.”

“I’ve got no tits.” The red head pulled the bra on and reached behind her to clip it.

“Your tits fit your frame, slender, muscular in perfect proportion. Just like your butt.”

“My butt?” “Yeah, it’s perfect, just so.. hell, it’s a shame you’re covering it all. If anyone could see you move, like you do, when you’re naked.”

Carol didn’t know what was happening, she could feel her nipples getting erect, her breath fell shallow, and her crotch began to feel damp.

“I mean,” continued Stephanie. “If your not trying to hide everything, your body is so fluid, and graceful. I feel like a cow next to you.”

The mental image had struck her, Carol broke out laughing, turning to see her friend. She had always thought that Stephanie was perfect, and knew it. Here, this beauty was, telling her that she was jealous of the non existent figure on the smaller girl.

Stephanie started to laugh then.

“I’m sorry, you must think I’m some sort of dyke or something!” The Italian girl hooted.

“No, I think your perfect!” The two girls fell into a hug.

The warmth of the two bodies holding each other swept through Carol’s body. Resting her head on the other girls shoulder Carol let herself feel. The hug was intense, warm, all encompassing. At that moment, for just an instant, Carol wanted to kiss the other girl. The thought didn’t revolt her, or make her feel odd, suddenly it felt like just what she needed to do. But, before she could bring herself to do it, they broke sivas escort the embrace. More importantly, to Carol, Steph had broken it. She tried to banish thoughts of a romantic nature from her mind.

Stephanie handed her the blouse and she slipped into it without saying a word.

Soon, after talking with her mother and getting the usual; ‘Home by midnight darling’ speech both girls watched as the battleship gray and primer Chevrolet waited for them. The two young men inside were talking, then both got out and came to the door.. The date was on.

David and Stephanie sat up front. Tony sat behind David and Carol behind Steph. They chatted, mostly about school and plans and thoughts. What teachers were the best. Which were the worst. Both boys thought Miss. Steinholtz was a lesbian. David explained that she had to be, she wore no makeup, and she spent all of her time with girls. She was probably just trying to get one of the hapless girls alone. Carol defended her, “Why, if your coaching, should you worry about being dressed up?” What was the matter with this guy?

She and Stephanie both stated they felt there was nothing wrong with the teacher, and she was good at her job. Tony made a crack about the fact that Miss. Steinholtz had the body of a guy, so maybe she was really just a cross dresser. Carol said nothing about the crack. The teacher had a more feminine body than she did. At least, as far as she was concerned.

They stopped for dinner at a local Pizza restaurant. They ate and laughed. She was having a good time, sitting across from Stephanie, she found herself looking to the girl for support. She was transfixed on her. Soon, she hoped that they would end the date, and be alone again. Was she starting to feel jealous of the boys?

They went to a movie, as planned. It was one of the standard slasher horror flicks that seemed to come out in continuous waves then. A little nudity, a lot of blood, and loud music. She jumped and screamed and sitting with Steph to her right, Tony to her left, she felt as though they were on a date, without the boys. Only with an annoying little brother sitting on either side.

After the movie the boys were grinning broadly. They all resumed their places in the car and started driving. Steph was all over her boy. They kissed at stop lights and her hand had slipped onto the drivers side of the car, resting in his crotch. Soon, he pulled into a park and the car stopped.

Tony was on her in a matter of moments. His lips pressed against hers. His tongue sweeping across her lips. His breath rank from onion and pizza, stale popcorn and soda. She tried to allow herself to relax, to ‘get into it’ but it wasn’t working. She couldn’t get excited like this, it wasn’t doing anything for her.

In the front seat, Stephanie and David were locked in a passionate embrace. At one moment, Carol was watching Steph when she looked over at her and smiled. Stephanie pushed David back and reached for his belt. Tony was roughly squeezing her breasts, trying to find a nipple that wouldn’t respond with a sharp twisting motion. David leaned backwards his back resting on the drivers door. Stephanie pulled his erect penis from his pants and stared to stroke it, first with the flat of her hand, then wrapping her fingers around it she began to masturbate her date. Tony broke his grip on Carol and looked in the front street, he hooted his approval and stared at the scene before him. Steph looked over at Carol, she smiled, and nodded trying to get her to start doing the same thing for her date.

Perhaps, Carol thought, if she just started, her body would catch up. She reached out and started to rub the front of Tony’s jeans. As Stephanie stroked the shaft of David’s penis, he began to pull his pants down farther. Carol could feel the hard bulge under the rough fabric. Tony’s cock was at attention. Not really knowing what to do, she tried to mimic Steph’s movements only wasn’t doing to well.

Then, without a word, Tony undid his pants and stopping her for a moment, yanked them roughly to his knees. His Cock stood straight up, it was circumcised and surrounded at the base by a healthy patch of hair that seemed to just be the meeting point between his leg hair and his stomach hairs. Daunted for a moment, Carol just looked at the engorged member. It was about six inches long, but not as thick as ones she had seen in her dad’s porno movies that she had stolen a look at. She started over, reaching over and rubbing her palm across the head. Then she wrapped her fingers around it and began to stroke it up and down. Stephanie looked over her shoulder, David’s head was back, his eyes closed. Carol smiled at the other girl, and watched in amazement as her friend switched hands, licked her palm, leaving a large amount of saliva on it and then switched back. She indicated with another nod that Carol should do the same. She did and found the wet hand to be much easier to stroke with.

Stephanie looked back at her date and then leaned over, licking the head of his cock as she stroked it. Then in a single deft move she took it into her mouth and began sucking on it. Her right hand seeming to feed her mouth while it held his cock steady and acted as the guide for her lips. Her head bobbed up and down as she made noisy wet sucking sounds.

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