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Early morning. It was about 7:30. Brandon knew this as he forgot to turn the alarm on his watch off. At the same time, the other thing that woke him up and the main thing, was that he awoke in the middle of a wet and sticky double blowjob from two of the horniest girls. One of the girls was black, light skinned, with about a B-cup and a trim figure, full lips, and a cute face. She had a couple of dyed red streaks in otherwise straight, long, black hair. The other girl was white with somewhat short, blonde hair. She was skinny as hell, and while she wasn’t a knockout, she looked decent. Plus, she more than made up with her skills and motivation. Anyway, when Brandon’s eyes opened, he started to moan “Ohhh…Yeah, baby! Just like that!” He noticed that the black girl had a pierced tongue as he seen and felt her hot mouth and tongue wrapped fully around his length. Her tongue was circling around the shaft and head, rubbing with her tongue ring. And the other girl had both of his balls in her mouth, sucking the life out of them, alternating. She was damned good, too.

Just then, the blonde stopped to ask “Have you eaten lately?”

They both giggled for a second, kissed, and then the black girl said “Open wide, boy” as she straddled Brandon’s face and started grinding her moist wetness onto his waiting lips. The blonde girl had started to slowly pump his fully engorged manhood before continuing with a medium-paced sloppy blowjob.

The whole time, Brandon was trying to keep going, though he wanted to blow his load right there. After the day before, he was surprised he still had that much energy. As he licked, probed, and fingered at her nether regions, she screamed nasty things like “Yeaaahh!…Oooo….yeeahh..eat me!…fuck me with your tongue baby!”

The blonde pulled her head up off of him for a minute, making a suction gaziantep escort noise as she pulled off of a long, hard suck where his cock was poking her cheeks. “Mmmm. ..Fuck yeah! I love the taste of cock in the morning” she said playfully.

Brandon still knew neither girl’s name and was thinking in the back of his mind, ‘This is unreal’. Anyway, the black girl told him not to stop as she turned around to face the blonde chick who was moved up to position herself right above his throbbing erection. Holding his dick in one hand, she slowly lowered herself down as she moaned in satisfaction and the two girls kissed.

The blonde, Brandon could tell wasn’t a novice, by any means as she was more loose than a lot of girls her age and seemed more experienced. She was wet as hell, and the sounds of her dripping cunt slamming down onto his fat, rock hard cock could probably be heard two rooms away. The whole while, Brandon was keeping up in the black girl’s delicious cleanly shaven vagina, licking her walls all over, and teasing the g spot, licking just over it and back, fingering her and rubbing simultaneously. He could taste her juices flowing into him as she was bending over to suck the other girl’s nipples while pushing ever harder down onto his face. Brandon decided when she did this to start licking at her back door. Startled at first, she started groaning and yelled “You like that ass, motherfucker?” He continued licking around her puckered hole, teasing a little, feeling her soft cheeks brushing delicately with one finger.

As soon as Brandon’s tongue started to enter and lick at her, the girl riding him broke her pace, stopping at the base of his dick and squeezing as hard as she could while moving back up slowly and releasing her grip as she dropped quickly back konya escort down. He lost control, cumming inside her hard, filling her fresh, sticky mound with an overload of his hot, gooey cum, which poured out down her leg. As she got off and laid down, Brandon and the black girl spread her legs and licked clean the trails up her thighs, as they met at her crotch, half licking before turning it into a kiss. Then he pressed his lips to her cunt as he started to devour both her juices and his own. He stopped after a minute to let the black girl finish the job.

This girl passionately dove in, like she was kissing a lover. “Mmm” the black girl moaned as the other one whimpered. As she was munching on her friend, Brandon started to lick her ear and move behind her doggystyle position. He kept close to her as he made the maneuver, breathing heavily upon her neck.

She was groaning with passion as he whispered in her ear softly “You want it in that ass, baby?”

She said in between licks “Yeahh..please..baby.” Brandon started to feel her ass, fingering a little with some natural lube (saliva). He realized this girl was definitely no stranger to backdoor relations as he thought he would have no problem sliding right in. He continued to wet her and lube her with his one finger, pumping and curling as he toyed with her while suckling and kissing her smooth, babysoft buns. Then, he got up and turned left and right, playfully slapping her crack with his raging weapon of lust. She screamed “Don’t tease me, you bastard!” and then he pointed his erection at her tight ass and slowly entered until he was filling her to the hilt. This girl was grabbing Brandon’s cock with her ass practically. She was better than he had thought. She has shifted some of her focus off her partner and started to kayseri escort push back and pump against him, wanting him to go faster and harder. He started to hold her in place strongly, not letting her control the pace as he started slowly, rhythmically pumping in and out in long, sensuous strokes. He was shifting direction the whole time.

Brandon would shift his bodyweight down at one point while thrusting up, and vice versa just kinda toying with her a little. After a minute of this, he said “You want it harder, baby?” and before she could speak, he was pounding like it was his last time. Her girlfriend had moved to the side and was egging her on. He was moving in her smooth as hell, almost knocking her off her hands with every thrust forward. Then without warning, he grabbed her arms and pushed her down on her stomach as he ground harder into her, making her scream.

Brandon then picked the pace up even more and after a few minutes, he heard this hot, black honey yell “I’m cumming..oh god..I’m cumming…OOOOOAAawwww..Ooo yeah!”

Right after she climaxed, Brandon yelled “Fuck, I’m about to blow!” She got up and violently pushed him back as both girls dropped to his cock like hungry hyenas. The black girl’s full lips engulfed the head of his cock as he erupted and she caught everything. She then got up and the other girl laid down smiling as the black girl crawled over her body, breasts pushed against breasts and face to face. The black girl then leaned down as if to kiss her and dropped Brandon’s cum into the blonde gal’s open mouth as they kissed and he seen both swallow and roll off.

The blonde girl said “Mmmm. That was great. By the way, I’m Sandy and this is Monique.” She said it sort of jokingly and giggled like ‘oh yeah, by the way’ or ‘no big deal’.

“And you are?” Monique asked.

“Brandon” he said. “This room service is great. I’ll have to remember to stay here more often.”

Monique said “Look, we gotta go shower. You’re friends with Miranda, right?”

He replied “Yeah.”

“Well, we’ll see ya later.” So he caught a ride home, and decided that he would get some more rest and return tonight.

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Adam sat in a corner of the canteen, sipping a cup of what purported to be coffee from the vending machine but was, truth to be told, rather more weak than willing. It was 4.45pm on a Friday afternoon and he’d just completed his first week as a data imput clerk in the Finance Department of Woodchester City Council. So far the job had been enjoyable and the first two days had been mostly about induction rather than real hard work.

Looking up he noticed spotted Barnaby Timpson, a tall, lanky youth who worked in Enforcement, walking towards him carrying plastic beaker of what passed for tea in that place and a sizeable bar of milk chocolate. Barnaby had been particularly kind to him when he’d first started work at the council offices, showing him the ropes and explaining where everything was – including the toilets. Interestingly Adam had never seen Barnaby go anywhere near the gents, despite a copious consumption of various liquids through the day and he never left the building at lunchtimes either. To be fair, Adam hadn’t used them either. Barnaby had, however, been a good friend and Adam was grateful not only for his assistance in the office but for his friendship during lunch breaks. Today they’d valiantly both done battle with the council’s version of cottage pie and agreed that it wasn’t quite up to home made standards!

“May I join you?” he ventured.

“Yes of course.”

Placing his purchases on the table, Barnaby smiled and sipped the tea in his plastic cup.

“I was meaning to say Adam, what attracted you to this place. I mean it’s not as though your exactly local, is it? Greathampton’s a good hour away – more in the rush hour.”

“Well I went to university here in Woodchester and rather liked the place so when this job cropped up I decided to apply. You could say I got lucky.”

“Aha, so you went to the old poly. My auntie used to teach there years ago. What did you read?”

“Applied Mathematics. Presumably you went to uni, Barnaby?”

“Of course. Oxford. Doesn’t the scarf give it away? I read the read the History of Art – when I wasn’t training for the boat race that is! Got my BA and would have liked to stay on and get a master’s degree but money was tight and those who controlled the purse strings decided it was time I got out and earned a living. This job’s only a stop gap till I can find something better.”

“Snob!”

“What, for going to Oxford or wanting to work somewhere better than this shit hole?”

“Both.”

“You wouldn’t think so, listening to my Aunt Anne. What she said when it came to light I’d applied to Oxford instead of her beloved Cambridge was unrepeatable. Put it this way, she used a word that rhymes with ‘cooking’ rather freely – and she’s a church woman too! However I think she’s forgiven me since.”

“So your aunt went to Cambridge, then?”

“Yes but I don’t know why she bothered. Education was wasted on her. All she ever did was spend seven or eight years teaching in a crappy polytechnic before deciding she didn’t need the money or the hassle of going out to work. Uncle Brian’s got a top job high up in industry and they’re loaded anyway so I guess it doesn’t matter much one way or another. Anyhow Adam, have you got anything planned for the weekend?”

“Nothing really. I’ve got few bits to sort out with the landlady at my bedsit and maybe I’ll have a look round town tomorrow but that’s about it.”

“Well, if you’re interested, I’ve got a spare ticket to the Wensums game tomorrow. I was going to take Alice, my girlfriend, but something else has come up and she’s had to cancel.”

“Who on Earth are the Wensums?”

“The local rugby team when they’re at home.”

“Nah, mate. Sorry, but rugby’s not my game. I’m a footie man through and through.”

“Football? Bollocks. Bunch of diving nancy boys if you ask me. Plus they earn enough in a week to pay everyone here for a year.”

“Don’t give me all that. Besides, I’m a Greathampton Rovers fan. Proper football! Better than an excuse for ex-public schoolboys to roll in the mud sticking their fingers where the sun don’t shine.”

“Oi, watch it – or I’ll drag you down there tomorrow and ask you to say that to their faces! Tsk! At least you’d get on well with my Aunt Anne over this. It’s one of the few things we don’t see eye-to-eye on.”

“Who does she support?”

“Norwich City – religiously.”

“The Canaries? Hey, they’re in the same division as Woodchester City now that they’ve been relegated. Why them?”

“Well, partly for tribal reasons and partly because she’s a big fan of the chairwoman. She’s got all her cookbooks you know. Actually, that gives me an idea. Why don’t you come round to ours for some tea this evening?”

“That’s very kind Barnaby, but will your parents mind? I assume you’re still living with them.”

“No. Mum and Dad have got some problems at the moment so I decided to get out of the firing line and I’m living with Aunt Anne for the time being. It suits us well because Uncle Brian works away a lot and he’s hardly ever around so she’s glad of the company.” Barnaby lowered his voice to an almost conspiratorial whisper. “Between you and me she thinks Uncle Brian’s shagging gaziantep escort his secretary and at least some of his business trips are a cover up but she’s not been able to prove it.”

“Sounds intriguing. What if your aunt’s suspicions are right and she has a big bust up with your uncle? Presumably you’ll be looking for somewhere else to stay then.”

Barnaby broke the bar of chocolate in two and handed half to Adam.

“I don’t think so, Adam. Aunt Anne’s not the type to get mad and go in for histrionics over something like like that. If she finds out that Uncle Brian has been playing away she’ll get even though and he’ll pay for his sins, be very sure of that. He’s paid dearly for lesser things in the past and he no doubt will again. However my aunt’s invested too much in that marriage to let go of it lightly and she wants to protect her investment.”

“I see. Look Barnaby, are you sure it’s okay for me to come round to tea? I don’t want to get you into trouble with your aunt or anything.”

“Adam, it’s absolutely fine. She’s a fab cook but she always makes far too much and it’ll be no problem setting an extra place. We don’t live in Woodchester by the way. We’re in Attleton Market, a small town about half an hour’s drive from here – well it’s twenty minutes or so normally but not on a Friday afternoon if you get my drift. My vehicle’s only just over in the staff carpark and if we get a move on now we should miss the worst of the rush hour.”

Their journey was an uneventful one. Barnaby fiddled with the car radio, alternating between Classic FM and Radio Woodchester. Adam sat silently in the passenger seat, wondering whether he’d done right or not by accepting an unexpected though generous invitation from someone he’d known for less than a week. However he felt calm in Barnaby’s company. Here was a guy who accepted him for who he was and didn’t try to load unrealistic expectations onto him. Presently they approached the old town of Attleton Market, a curious mixture of ancient modern with the old church, market place and quaint medieval timbered pubs cheek by jowl with Victorian shops and contemporary offices. Soon they were in what was obviously a private residential area and Barnaby turned into a small cul de sac of neat, trim, Seventies’ town houses and pulled up outside one near the end.

“Well, here we are. What do you make of it, Adam?”

“Looks good to me.”

“I thought you’d say that. Welcome to the mad house!”

Barnaby led the way down the drive and through the front door.

“Hi Aunt Anne. I brought someone home for tea. I hope you don’t mind.”

A mellow East Anglian accent rang out from the direction of the kitchen.

“Of course not. Who is it?”

“It’s a guy from the office who’s new this week and he was at a bit of a loose end this evening so I thought I’d invite him round.”

Barnaby led Adam into the kitchen where the oven was on and something smelt good.

“Aunt Anne, this is Adam Flaxwell. He works in the Payroll section at our place.”

Adam sensed a slight stiffening of the fabric in his trousers as he viewed the vision before him. A well preserved woman, she had shoulder length flaxen hair, penetrating blue eyes, a light complexion and a figure which belied her age. As she turned to check a pan on the hob, Adam noticed she’d got a nicely formed bum in tight fitting stone washed jeans, sexy and ample but in proportion to her trim, attractive, figure. She had to be in her mid forties but somehow managed to avoid looking it and could pass without difficulty for a woman ten years younger.

Smiling, she turned and extended a slightly floury hand in Adam’s direction.

“Welcome to our home, Adam. It’s haddock in parsley sauce for tea with new potatoes and garden peas. Is that alright? I always do fish on Fridays – it’s what going to a convent school does to you.”

Adam smiled.

“Sounds good to me. What do I call you by the way?”

“Some people call me Mrs Timpson but it makes me feel old. Anne’s fine. My nephew here still persists in calling me ‘aunt’ but I wish he wouldn’t! It makes me sound like some sort of old dowager. Anyhow, I hope you’ll join us for a glass of wine.”

Adam stammered.

“I’m sorry Mrs Timpson – Anne I mean – but I don’t drink.”

Anne smiled at her guest.

“How unusual. A young man who doesn’t drink. That’s fine though, Adam. I wish I’d had as much sense at your age. Perhaps I can offer you tea, coffee or, if you prefer, there’s some apple juice in the fridge.”

“Apple juice would be lovely.”

Anne poured a large glass of apple juice for Adam and a glass of Chardonnay each for herself and Barnaby.

“Tea won’t be long now, boys. Barnaby, perhaps you’d be good enough to lay the table. Remember the fish knives and I think we should have out those cream napkins I bought for when your mother visited.”

Barnaby pulled a face but did as he was told.

In what seemed like no time at all, tea was served and they took their places round the dining room table. Adam hadn’t tasted fish as delicate and fresh as that before or sauce anywhere konya escort near so creamy. Real parsley too, going on the taste and texture – not something awful out of a packet. Barnaby’s aunt really was a ‘fab cook’ and there was no denying it.

Anne eyed Adam carefully.

“So you’ve known Barnaby for a while then?”

“We’ve known one another for about a week, Anne. We’ve seen each other around at the office and hang out together in the canteen. You could say we’ve sort of become friends.”

“I see. Are you local then?”

“No. I’m from Greathampton on the other side of the county. I went to uni in Woodchester though and when a job cropped up with the council I applied. The rest you could say is history.”

“It’s a long way to commute. You must get tired, Adam?”

“No I don’t. I’ve taken a bedsit in Freehold Street, behind Woodchester Cathedral. It’s handy enough for work but I’m looking for something better in the long term.”

“Hmm. A lot of student accommodation down there if I remember rightly. Must be noisy at times, I’d have thought.”

“It’s not too bad but I’ve been told Friday and Saturday nights can be a bit eventful. I’ve not really got used to the cathedral clock striking at all hours yet but I expect it’s early days. When I was at uni I stayed in the halls of residence which are more on the edge of town.”

“I know. Near the hospital.”

“And the prison,” Barnaby chimed in.

“Thank you Barnaby,” said his aunt, casting a reproving glance in her nephew’s direction. Turning to Adam, she smiled.

“Look Adam. Barnaby really needs someone his own age around the house and, besides, I’m not much company. As you seem to get along well enough, why not give up those digs in Woodchester and move in with us?”

Taken aback by her offer, Adam was momentarily lost for words. It was a very generous one to say the least and the prospect of cooking like this was certainly more alluring than that of microwaved supermarket ready meals consumed in a rather cramped bedsit.

“That’s very kind of you Mrs Timpson – I mean Anne – but are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure. You don’t have to decide right now, but I think it beats the arrangement you’ve got. You’d have your own room and I’d be willing to throw in breakfast, an evening meal as well as a packed lunch if you wanted one and your laundry for, shall we say, thirty five quid a week?”

“Well won’t your husband mind? I don’t want to intrude on your domestic arrangements.”

“Adam, you wouldn’t intrude in the least. In fact the pleasure would be all mine. So far as my husband’s concerned he’s rarely at home these days and he’s long since learned not to mind about the decisions I take if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Well thank you, Anne. In that case the answer’s ‘yes’ – I’ll take up your offer. I need to go over to Woodchester and pick my things up though – and explain the situation to my landlady.”

“That can wait till the morning, Adam. Woodchester’s not a fun place to be on a Friday night and both Barnaby and I have been drinking so we can’t really run you over there tonight. There was a time when I’d get behind the wheel after a couple of glasses of wine but not nowadays. The police are so bloody keen and it’s just not worth it. You can borrow a spare pair of Barnaby’s boxers tonight or, if you prefer, some of my husband’s cashmere pyjamas, and we’ve got a new toothbrush in the bathroom cupboard.”

Barnaby, long-silent, turned to Adam.

“Aunt Anne’s right. Woodchester’s no joke on Friday and Saturday nights when all the drunks and crackheads are on the prowl. You’re a lot safer staying here.”

Realising he was outnumbered – and outmanoeuvred – Adam realised there was only one response.

“Thanks. I guess you’re right.”

“Of course I’m right. Barnaby dear, why don’t you show Adam where the living room is? I’m sure there must be something on the telly that appeals to him.” She turned back to Adam. “And never fear, we have got the full Sky Plus package. We’ve plenty of DVDs in case you don’t find anything as well. Meanwhile I’ll clear away the dishes. Help yourselves to fruit from the sideboard by the way.”

Barnaby beckoned to his friend.

“Come this way, Adam.”

Adam found himself escorted into a large room with a plush leather sofa and matching chairs. A large television set perched on one corner above what was obviously the DVD player. Reaching for the remote control he brought the set to life and quick flick through the available channels confirmed what he already knew, namely that there wasn’t a deal worth watching on a Friday evening at this time of year.

Busy channel hopping, Adam began to feel a familiar sensation down below. Although by no means desperate, he’d not been to the toilet since breakfast time and a need to pee was becoming evident. Part of him hated admitting that he needed to go but as the pressure on his bladder increased, Adam realised that he would soon have no alternative.

“Barnaby, where’s the bathroom?,” he enquired.

Barnaby cast his new friend a knowing smile.

“Come with me. It’s up the stairs and first kayseri escort on your left. Your bedroom is on the second left, right next to it. My room’s opposite by the way and Aunt Anne’s is next door to that.”

Adam followed Barnaby up the stairs and dived straight into the bathroom whilst Barnaby headed in the direction of his bedroom. Looking around him, Adam surveyed the scene. This was some bathroom with gleaming gold bath and washbasin taps, a separate shower cubicle and a sparkling golden rail with what appeared to be fresh, unused towels on it. With some trepidation he lifted the toilet lid and seat and unzipped his trousers, releasing a swollen penis. The sheer cleanliness and orderliness of this bathroom made him feel that by using it he was in a sense desecrating it, yet use it he must. Overcoming his initial hesitation he began to pee and was soon peeing hard, a massive yellow torrent cascading into the bowl before him, the result of holding his water for twelve hours. Within a couple of minutes he was done though and flushing, proceeded to zip his trousers and tidy himself up. Leaving the bathroom he bumped into Barnaby, who had a rather cheesy grin on his face.

“Hey Adam, that was quite some performance. A guy who can pee for England, eh?”

Adam couldn’t help feeling a sense of displeasure that his privacy had been intruded on by prying ears but at the same time felt there was a compliment in Barnaby’s remark to be appreciated.

“So you’ve been listening in then?”

“Not intentionally, no. You might say it was the kind of performance I couldn’t well avoid overhearing though. You’re almost as loud as me when I go.”

“Well to be honest I’d not been for twelve hours and it does rather build up.”

“I thought as much. I guessed you were a holder like me before the week was up but I wasn’t going to mention it until the time was right. Anyhow, I’ve not been for nearly as long myself and I’m ready for a shower too, so if you’ll excuse me, I’m next in. I shouldn’t be more than about ten or fifteen minutes and I’m sure you can find something to do in the meantime.”

With that, Barnaby closed the bathroom door behind him and in barely the time it would have take him to get undressed, Adam could hear the shower running. So Barnaby hadn’t peed for nearly twelve hours either then? His decision to head straight into the shower though suggested that he was a guy who liked to combine two jobs in one and, after all, who could blame him?

Looking around the landing, Adam contemplated what to do whilst Barnaby attended to his needs. Barnaby’s bedroom door was ajar and, although he knew it was wrong to go in there uninvited, Adam found curiosity getting the better of him and quietly crept in. A laptop, running on standby mode, was perched on Barnaby’s bedside table. Knowing he shouldn’t touch but unable to contain his curiosity, Adam reached for the mouse and the laptop sprang into life. Barnaby’s homepage came up before and there was an open list of favourites. As he scanned through Barnaby’s favourites, Adam’s eyes were on stalks. Listed there were various sites connected with peeing and desperation, most of them portraying women either peeing themselves defiantly or holding themselves as though they were clearly bursting. So this was what Barnaby was into then. Feeling himself aroused, Adam began to masturbate and, concentrating on the needs of his penis, didn’t hear the freshly showered Barnaby’s footsteps as he entered.

“And what’s the meaning of this?” he thundered, startling Adam in the process.

Panic stricken, Adam removed his hand from his crotch and turned to Barnaby, blushing as he did so.

“I’m sorry Barnaby. I didn’t mean to be nosy. It’s just that curiosity got the better of me and I couldn’t help myself.”

“Obviously.”

Barnaby’s tone mellowed a little.

“It looks as though you have some of the same interests as me. Somehow I can see us getting along quite well. You must ask though in future if you want to borrow my laptop. There’s private stuff on there and I don’t really appreciate people helping themselves.”

“I really an sorry, Barnaby. It won’t happen again. I’ll pick my own laptop up from the bedsit tomorrow. However I am surprised though that you leave it running for anyone to see with that sort of stuff on it. Don’t you worry about your aunt stumbling across it or anything like like that?”

Barnaby fought hard to suppress a chuckle.

“Adam, you’ve had a bit of a sheltered upbringing by the sound of it. Who do you think introduced me to the world of holding, desperation, wetting and all that goes with it?”

“Surely you’re not suggesting…”

“I am. It was none other than Aunt Anne herself – whilst I was still at university as it happens. She’d come to visit me sometimes at weekends, ostensibly to bring me some fresh clothes and one of her delicious rich fruit cakes. However she’d often come in peed pants and make no secret of the fact. She had a knack of getting stuck in traffic jams on the M25, usually with a full bladder, and if she wasn’t wet by the time she got to me she was always desperate – and enjoying it into the bargain. However she preferred the college lawn to my loo, often just squatting and peeing through her panties. I think it was her way of venting her disapproval of my choice of university! She did teach me that it was okay to hold and go to the loo when I wanted, not necessarily the same thing as when I needed to go or other people thought I should.”

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(This story takes place immediately following the story entitled More Cooling Off at the Lake.)

*

Tony was silent. He stood on his boat with his wife Mychelle beside him looking at their guest Shari. Shari sat before them embarrassed because the couple caught her attempting to use Mychelle’s latex replica of her husband’s dick to penetrate her asshole. It was quiet as the waves hit the boat. Soon, the stillness of the night was interrupted by the sound of Tony clearing his throat before telling his wife to kneel before him. As she knelt, he commanded Shari to stay where she was as Mychelle took his stiffening member back into her mouth.

Tony’s dick began to grow inside Mychelle’s mouth from the excitement in his mind. There before him sat a beautiful woman who with her actions were begging for him to take her ass. Tony was unsure if Shari had ever experienced anal sex before, but he felt fortunate that he was going to experience it with her. Mychelle’s fellatio was slopy and wet in anticipation of her husband’s dick penetrating her neighbor’s ass. Soon, he told Mychelle to secure Shari to the rail again. It didn’t take Mychelle long to comply as soon Shari was bent over with her legs shoulder width apart and her hands tied to the rail.

Tony then bent down himself and allowed his tongue to come in contact with Shari’s pussy. Shari moaned at the shockwave that erupted from Tony’s tongue. Mychelle was watching as Tony began to slowly slide his tongue over ankara escort the surface again before blatantly stabbing into Shari’s wetness with his tongue. This continued for a while as Shari’s knees grew weak and she felt herself getting close to cumming. Tony then allowed his tongue to move up and started stabbing slowly at Shari’s rosebud. She could feel herself yielding to him as he slowly slid in one finger to open her up.

Mychelle was in the back of the boat grabbing protection as Tony commanded her to ready him. Shari couldn’t see behind her, but she could hear the sounds of Mychelle sucking Tony’s dick back to hardness again before she heard Tony tell her it was enough. There was silence for a few minutes until Shari felt the head of Tony’s member sliding against her anus. She moaned loudly as it slid in little by little until he started pumping in and out of her ass mercilessly. Shari could then feel Mychelle’s tongue on her clit as Tony fucked her ass. It took a great amount of effort to keep from falling until Mychelle moved and pushed Shari closer to the rail so her tits hung over the edge. Her knees found the seat and Tony began to pound her faster until she felt him climax inside the condom. After kissing both of the ladies, Tony told both of his slaves that they needed some sleep.

The next morning came and Tony was already driving the boat towards the gas pump when the girls woke up. They grabbed whatever bikini ankara escort bayan parts they could find to cover up since they noticed Tony had his shorts on again. They sat there talking as Tony filled up the tank. After refueling, Tony reentered the boat with someone else following. The man following Tony had on nothing more than a pair of black swim trunks. He wore a pair of mirrored sunglasses to hide his eyes and looked slightly shorter than Tony. As they reached the driver’s seat, Tony introduced him as Jared.

Jared took a moment to look at both girls before sitting down in the passenger seat. The boat took off slowly through the wake area before Tony gunned it and the girls enjoyed a little spray on them as they sat in the front. As they headed towards their private spot, Mychelle took the chance to remove her top and shake her tits at the passing boats. Lots of them honked in response before Shari joined in. It felt both scary and liberating to Shari to show off her tits to total strangers. But it was worth it when Tony dropped anchor and told both of his sluts to come to him.

Both Mychelle and Shari walked towards the Captain’s chair before Tony commanded them both to strip. Both girls simply untied their bottoms and allowed them to drop. Tony then commanded Shari to come towards him while Mychelle took on Jared. Shari walked over to where Tony was and watched as he lowered his shorts and his dick extended escort ankara out. She immediately got on her knees and began to slowly lick the head of his cock before allowing her tongue to lick the underside. She started teasing him slowly as Tony sat there smiling at her until she took just the head of his cock into her mouth. She started teasing him with her sucking not moving past the head until she felt Tony place his hand behind her head and thrust a good few inches into it. Shari’s throat opened almost immediately. She loved the thought of her neighbor taking control of just her while his wife was with someone else.

As Tony withdrew his cock, Shari turned to see Mychelle bent over in front of Jared and his dick sliding into her ass. She was begging for more until Tony told Shari to shut her up. Shari walked towards her and sat before her mouth a Mychelle’s tongue found her naked pussy and began licking. Shari turned aggressive for a moment and placed her hand behind Mychelle’s head as she pushed her into her pussy. She could feel herself climaxing under Mychelle’s expert tongue as Mychelle’s ass was being pounded. Tony then brought his dick over and began to stroke it over Shari’s open mouth until he began to cum over Shari’s face and tits. Shari basked in the attention her Latino neighbor gave her as she watched Jared pull his dick out and shoot all over Mychelle’s ass.

The rest of the night was spent trying different combinations as Mychelle donned her strap on and Shari became the receiver of all three at once. By the time she passed out that night from exhaustion, she was thoroughly fucked and thoroughly satisfied.

*

(My thanks again to the people that read what I write and give me constructive comments. It is to them that I send my gratitude to help me write better.)

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My college campus is set in the hills above a small coastal town. One of the pleasures of my commute is that long, smooth bike path that leads from the highest point on campus to the Main Entrance at the foot of the hill. Before the longest stretch of downhill, there is a slight crest amongst the rolling golden hills. At the peak, heading off the bike path is a small dirt trail. Down the trail there is a clearing in the tall grasses where a small bench sits, with a perfect view over the city and across the bay below. This is a nice place to get high, and many students use this as an after-class smoke spot. Farther down this path, towards the line of redwoods that mark the beginning of the woods, a lone, twisted oak tree shades a cluster of fallen trunks, an array of natural benches under the canopy. I love to read couched in the bends of the branches of this oak.

This sunny afternoon, I had pulled my bike up short at the crest, and wheeled it down the path to the tree. I was just leaning it up against a bough when I noticed that the tree was populated. The tree wasn’t my secret, it was known and used, but I still found it somewhat surprising to find someone there. I looked around and realized it was one man, about my age, doing pretty much what I had intended to do. But his book was in his hand, forgotten, and the sunlight filtering through the leaves dappled his bare chest, where he lazily twirled his finger. He turned at my approach, and met me with a broad smile of white teeth on tanned skin under soft blue eyes.

I introduced myself, and waved my book at him,

“Looks like we’re here for the same thing.”

He laughed lightly and returned the wave, halfheartedly. “Yeah, guess so, finding myself dreaming more than reading, though, it’s too nice out!”

I set myself up at an angle towards him, kayseri escort so we could talk if we wanted or not, no pressure. I sat down and began to read.

I like my reading material to reflect my environment, and it wasn’t working. The book was a dense sci-fi dark mass with puzzles and coal black imagery, the bizarre words and brutish violence clashed with the beautiful sunshine and warm sea breeze. I noticed I wasn’t reading, just staring over the top of my book, off across the shady grove and to the sea. In the left of my eye was that other guy, he turned as I looked at him, and our eyes met. A small flash of those pure teeth.

A few minutes later, I think, my head snaps up short. I’ve nodded off, literally laid my head on my chest and knocked out. I look around, I can’t have been out more than a half-hour. The other guy is gone, or, no, he’s outside of the tree’s arms, standing stock still in the grasses, reaching high above his head with both arms and staring into the sun. Mountain Pose. He bent, and stepped, twisted and righted until he returned to the same stock still position. He was doing sun salutations to the sunset. I could see the clean muscles ripple along his back, and his smooth toned legs stretched wide with every repetition. After a few more, he stops abruptly and turns, he smiles at me watching and starts towards me.

He has a thin thread across his chest, purple, or some dark blue, but the dusk light won’t show it clearly. His only clothing, some light shorts, are wrapped tightly around his hips, from the stretching. I can see him, his cock, tight against the material, wrapped slightly around one leg. He stops in front of me, and cocks an eyebrow.

“Do you practice?”

“Yoga? No, I’m more of a cyclist.”

“Oh, that’s a bummer, kayseri escort bayan yoga’s great for your body, better than anything.”

“So I here, you know, I just like to go fast. “

This man, this tanned, blonde, man. The body of a twisting sapling, and the brow of a noble, stepped in and kissed me, straight on the lips.

“Is that fast enough?”

I kissed him back, pried his mouth open with mine and searched his perfect lips with my tongue. His hands were all over me, under the back of my shirt, pulling it up and over my shoulders, we broke the kiss. He stopped to admire my broad chest, and smooth stomach. We came together and our clean supple flesh rubbed and massaged each other, we ground our hips together, two cocks, yearning for release, yearning to spring up from their bonds and into the warm depths of a mouth, an ass, or a hand. I won that race, with two thumbs he hooked the hem of my shorts, and slid them down as he squatted in front of me, lowering himself slowly so to kiss me all the way down.

My cock sprang up as the elastic band slid achingly slowly down across the shaft, and popped off the head. I could feel his hot breath on my cock, I flicked it up, and on its fall he caught it neatly on his tongue, right under the head, his face bent back and my dick lying across his mouth. His lips were next, small light kisses and flicking licks with his tongue. After the lips, he took my into his warm mouth, and sucked me with his cheeks, and rubbed his wet mouth up and down my shaft, where he painted my balls with his tongue. Burying his face below my cock, he took each ball in his mouth and rolled them around with care. Then back up to the head, a quick kiss, and he slams his face down to my stomach, my cock bending down his hot, wet escort kayseri throat. Up and down, again and again, he fucks his face on my cock, sucking the fuck out of it the whole time.

With a pop, I’m out of his mouth, and he’s standing up, coming up to my level. His chin drips spit and precum, and I kiss him, and suck it in to my mouth, then I’m down, and I slobber his rod. I’m taking it so far down my throat I can’t breathe, just need more of his gorgeous, iron uncut stick. He grabs my head and thrusts the deepest I’ve ever taken a cock, and with each short pump I can feel hot cum flood into my mouth, some down my throat and most around his beautiful cock, pumping me with cum. He slows his pace and pulls out of my soaking mouth. I reach up with a hand and spit his cum and my spit into my hand, and stand myself. He’s looking awfully satisfied, and his cock begins to lower.

I take his hand and shake my head,

“Nuh uh, not through yet, sweetie.”

His eyes light up in surprise, and delight, as I twirl him neatly and guide him from behind over to the nearest fallen log. I push him over at the shoulders and he bends and braces himself, spreading his fine toned legs and leaving his cute pink asshole pointing up at me and sloppy, droopy cock hanging below. I take the cum in my hand, and lube my own cock, then use two cummy fingers to open his ass, and warm him up. Then, I push the head through his outer ring, and I thrust down his tight ass. I don’t see or feel anything from there, I just fuck him, and his screams and moans are the score to my ecstasy. I remember his ass exploding cum when I pulled out my cock, and watching my seed slowly weep down those fine thighs.

When he turns around, I kiss him again. Slower, this time, no biting, and a gentle tongue. He meets me here, and we stand, embracing. The sun has gone and the moon is yet to come. I cannot see him in the dark. I cannot see his blue eyes, or bright teeth. He doesn’t have a tan in this light, and his sleek form is indistinguishable from the growing shadows behind it. With a finger to my lips, he turns and grabs his bag. I can hear him leave, swishing through the grass.

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Jasper had come home early from school thinking that he’d have the house to himself. Ever since he’d turned 18 all he could think about was seeing his twin sister naked.

Slipping quietly through the door he started up the stairs to his bedroom, that’s when he noticed the basement door was cracked open. Since they were never allowed down there he became curious and decided to sneak down the concrete steps.

Setting his backpack down on the kitchen table Jasper cautiously opened the door. He slipped out of his shoes so not to make any noise. Easing down the steps in the darkness, gently holding onto the railing he made it to the floor below.

He could hear Metallica booming from the far end of the basement where his Dad always kept the door locked. From where he was he could see light spilling out if the room. What was going on in there he wondered?

As he got closer he could hear moans and groans, all the sounds of sex. He stopped for a moment, his Mom was in New York for a conference so he knew his Dad was cheating but with who?

As he got to the door to see who he was with he saw his sister riding their father’s cock with wild abandonment. “Oh yes Daddy, gaziantep escort make me cum all over your big dick!” He heard her cry out.

Just then their father pulled out and put Jessa on her knees at the edge of the bed. “Whose pussy is this baby girl?” He heard his Dad growl. “It’s yours, Daddy, all fucking yours.”

Jasper realized then that his 6 1/2 inches was nothing close to their Dad’s 8. He was so hard he hurt. He needed to get back upstairs and masturbate to his twin sister’s bouncing tits.

Just as he turned around to leave the basement he heard his Dad call out, “Jasper, come in here!” Jasper froze. “Come here now so.” His Dad repeated.

Jasper walked into the room suddenly afraid. “Don’t be scared son, put your dick in your sister’s mouth.” Jasper knew as soon as he did he was going to cum hard. Jessa grabbed his pants loose then sucked him into her mouth.

Three strokes and he exploded down her throat. He was going to pull out but his Dad said, “Don’t!” Jessa kept sucking him until he was hard again.

“Yes, baby I bet he loves that fucking mouth.” He growled at his daughter. Within seconds konya escort Jasper was hard again.

“Jasper, grab that lube off the table.” His father said. Giving his Dad the lube he watched as he opened it and started lubing Jessa’s puckered ass. “You’ve been wanting a cock up your ass, here’s your chance Princess. I’ll fuck your pussy while your brother fucks your virgin ass.”

His father lay down on the bed while Jessa climbed back on him giving her brother access to her ass. “Lube up Jasper.” He father growled. “Then slowly push into her ass.”

Jessa slid up her dad’s cock so Jasper could enter her virgin ass. Ever so slowly he pushed his cock into his sister’s ass meeting with pressure yet feeling pleasure. Just as he pushed himself all the wayin so did his Dad.

Jasper could feel his father’s cock rubbing against his inside his sister. With both of them thrusting soon Jessa was screaming, “I’m fucking cuming!” at the top of her lungs. Just then Jasper shot his second load in a matter of minutes.

“Stay where you are son.” His Dad said as he kept pushing his big cock into her well lubed pussy. Jasper could kayseri escort feel his father’s cum shooting inside his sister while he was still buried in her ass.

“Go take a shower Jasper, we’ll talk soon.” His father told him. Jasper left the room but he could still hear them talking. “Thank you Daddy for making a baby with me and for allowing Jasper to fuck my ass.”

“Anything for you Princess.” Was their father’s response. The pair took a quick shower together then went upstairs to talk with Jasper.

“I know that you are probably wondering what’s going on by what you saw this afternoon, Son.” His father told him while they were eating dinner. “Truth is a few months ago I caught your mother cheating in our bed when I came home from an early business meeting.

I went to the hotel bar where your sister tracked me down, she was looking hot so I paid for a room and we got drunk while one thing led to another, we fucked. Since then we haven’t stopped, she found out today that she’s pregnant and since she’d been wanting a cock up her ass, she decided it should be yours.

Now we can continue this until one of wants out but I don’t see that happening. Your mother has moved out and your sister is going to sleep with me from now on.

However as soon as Jenny turns 18 you have my permission to fuck her. I’m sure your sister can teach you what you need to know before your younger sister’s birthday.” His Dad finished saying. Then taking his twin sister’s arm led her back downstairs.

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Jeff and Anna was a married couple in their early twenties. Jeff had blonde hair and blue eyes, and a completely ripped body. Anna had curly brown hair to shoulder length and had brown eyes. Her body was voluptuous, thin but a visible muscle tone could be seen. Her breasts were a thirty-eight C cup, and she had a nice tight ass protruding out of her yoga pants. They had no kids and were currently having dinner.

“So, did you give it anymore thought?” Anna Asked.

Silence.

“Babe?”

“Yeah, I could agree to it. A little more spice in the bed could be interesting. What did you have in mind?”

“I was thinking a threesome.”

More silence. After a moment Jeff spoke, “With a man or a woman?”

“I was hoping another guy.”

“I don’t know. I just don’t want you to get attached.”

“I won’t. Please?” Anna begged.

****

A week had passed; Jeff and Anna had discussed and made their decision on what to do. It was a Friday evening and with nothing better to do. Jeff made a call to see if one of his friends, Joe, would come over for dinner. He did not object, and shortly found himself at their place. Joe had short brown hair combed back. His brown eyes had a nice shine to them. Though in decent shape, he wasn’t as muscular as Jeff. When dinner was served, Joe was happy to see what was on the menu. It was a pan seared chicken breast caramelized in brandy, mashed potatoes and broccoli. It was a feast. Anna cooked, and Jeff poured a couple glasses of brandy to drink.

After dinner, the three of them retired to the living room, urfa escort turning on a basketball game the guys wanted to watch. Anna sat in the middle as she brought freshly filled glasses of brandy. A few moments passed, and then she started feeling strange. It must have been the brandy but Anna started feeling frisky.

Without hesitation, Anna put her hand on Joe’s thigh and started rubbing it soothingly. Jeff was watching out of the corner of his eyes. Taking a large sip of his drink, so it begins, he thought.

Joe was the one surprised. “Whoa… what’s going on?”

“It’s alright man. Do you like it?” Jeff asked.

“Well, kind of… yeah.”

“Then just go with it.”

Anna’s hand rubbed up and down Joe’s thighs, turning her head towards Jeff. With her other hand, she rubbed his thigh and kissed him. Her kiss was long and deep, and she hoped it would make Joe want it more. She turned back over to Joe and softly pressed her lips to his, kissing him softly and passionately. As they sat, tongues going wild in each other’s mouths, Anna’s hand went up his shirt feeling his hairless muscles. Her hand then slipped lower into his pants searching for his manhood. What she found is his long dick, growing as she took hold of it. Jeff leaned over and started kissing all over Anna’s neck.

Jeff rolled Anna’s shirt off and undid her bra. Joe looked upon her amazing tits, stunned that this was really happening. Joe and Anna kissed some more, then she leaned back on the couch as both guys kissed and sucked on her neck. balıkesir escort Working their way down, they each took a luscious breast into their mouths. Anna started to moan as she loved every minute of this. Her nipples got hard with excitement while Joe’s hand went into her pants and finally felt her cleaned, shaved pussy.

Jeff leaned up and passionately kissed Anna. As he was doing so, Joe slipped a finger into her pussy and started finger fucking her. In between kisses she moaned and said, “Oh yes…oh Joe…rub my pussy good.”

Jeff stood, pulling off the rest of her clothes as Joe did as he was told, fingering her faster.

“Oh god… I want dick NOW!”

Jeff unclothed and stood on the couch. Anna took his cock in her mouth and started sucking it. Joe got on his knees, spread her legs, and started licking Anna’s pussy. Joe’s tongue went in deep, exciting her even more. She sucked Jeff’s dick faster and faster. Overcome with this sensation, he grew more interested in watching his wife being fucked. Joe, who felt like it was a dream come true, filled his mouth completely with Anna’s pussy.

Switching positions, Joe sat back on the couch after fully undressing. With her mouthwatering for his cock, Anna knelt down doggy style in front of Joe and started sucking his rock hard dick.

“Oh Anna… suck it good baby.”

As Anna’s faced bobbed up and down, Jeff got behind her and slid his cock inter her pussy. Something about seeing his friend’s dick in her mouth made him hungry for more. Jeff trabzon escort slowly started fucking her, and drove it in faster and faster as he watched Joe’s hands rub through her hair while she was deep throating him. With every thrust into Anna’s soft, juicy pussy, joe watched her tits bounce back and forth. He was having the time of his life. In spurts, Anna would suck his dick really fast, and then slow down and suck on his balls. Watching her head bob faster and faster, Jeff pounded her pussy deeper and deeper until he came.

“I’m done hon.”

Looking at Joe she smiled. “Good, now you’re mine.”

Anna stood up and sat on Joe’s lap. He helped slide his dick in her pussy and felt amazed. It was so warm. Anna leaned in close and they kissed. As her tits lay against his chest Anna slowly began to bounce up and down kissing continuously. She then started bouncing faster and faster, her moans getting lauder. His dick went in and out, in and out, faster and faster. Her tits bounced as she rode Joe.

“Oh god Joe, I want to make you cum in me.”

“Oh keep riding babe.”

Anna bucked her hips wildly as she took all of Joe’s eight inch cock. He sucked on her tits some more when he felt the pressure starting to build.

“Oh keep going. I can feel it.”

Hungry for his cum, she rode him as fast as she could, and moaned laud with pleasure. She soon felt his hot cum pour into her pussy and she kept riding until it was all out. Completely spent, they all took a moment to catch their breaths.

****

Now they get together all the time for a late night threesome. Sometimes Joe would stay all night and they would throw a wild party just for themselves. Anna slept in between the guys those nights. Everyone seemed happier once they finally tried it, and Jeff and Anna finally got the spice they were looking for. Getting lucky, it even led to ideas of role playing.

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A Work of Fiction

I am 26 years old and have graduated from a distinguished university with honors before joining this major corporation in the Northeast.

In just over two years, I have been able to move up into the upper ranks of this corporation. I have also gained a lot of respect from some of the higher management here, as I am a pretty good go-getter. I work very hard and put in a lot of hours, doing the very best job I know how to do. I am single and therefore I can concentrate on my work without having to worry about getting home on time or such as that. I live in a high-rise apartment, so no outside chores to take care of. I do have a “steady” girlfriend, if you want to call her that. We are very close and pretty much exclusive, as far as I know. But it is not unusual for me not to call her two or three days each week. She knows I am at work and will call when I can. She’s a very unusual girl, to say the least. But she is very beautiful with a great figure and is alright in bed.

A few months ago, a senior Vice President came down and talked with me for a while in my office and then invited me to dinner with him. A “working dinner” he called it. Of course I could not refuse. We went to a very nice, expensive restaurant and had a very expensive meal (on the company, of course). During the dinner, he was full of questions about my personal life and history. He told me he had to do this for a new position I was being considered for. Well, that made it a lot easier for me to answer his questions.

Then the subject turned to my sex life. I understand that a lot of your personal life, and especially your sex life, is subject to blackmail, if someone wants something from you bad enough. So I freely answered his question. Questions about incest, BDSM, swapping, and you name it. I told him the worse thing that ever happened to me, (well, maybe it was a good thing too), was when I was about 14 years old and had a paper route. One of my customers had lured me into the house, and then backed me against a wall and took my pants down. At first she sucked my dick hard (which didn’t take long back then), then she had me fucking her when her husband walked in and caught us and slapped the hell out of me then made me lick her pussy clean. While I was licking her pussy, he took my dick and finished sucking me off! I also admitted going back numerous times for different experiences with that couple. He even asked about any sexual fantasies I harbored. I told him a couple of the better ones.

When we got ready to leave, he made a quick cell phone call as we finished our drinks. When we got outside, there was a very long limousine waiting at the curb with the uniformed driver standing by the door.

I looked at the VP, and he said “I apologize for not mentioning this earlier, but do you mind if we go to a party before we finish for tonight? There are some other people you need to meet.”

“No, not at all Sir, I need to have a little bit of fun anyway. I haven’t been to a party in a long time either!”

After we were in the car and moving, I realized that we could not see out the windows. I mentioned this to the VP and he said not to worry, because no one is supposed to know where this club is, except selected drivers who are paid very well to keep their mouths shut. That was fine by me. A little intriguing, but fine. I was looking forward to it.

Then a thought hit me, and I said to him “If no one knows where this place is, where do the customers come from?” He said simply, “The drivers pick them up off the street and take them there. Once the night is over, you will understand why all the secrecy is needed!”

As we were riding, the driver lowered the privacy window and said “How about the one on the corner there boss?” He lowered the window low enough for us to see the beauty that was standing on the corner. Of course he invited her to the party with us and she readily accepted!

She climbed in and the driver closed the window and we moved on. The girl said her name was Carmen and we introduced ourselves. She was sitting on the seat opposite me and had on a mini-skirt with stockings and garter. Damn she had a fine body! She asked for an assurance that this party was safe and she was not in a life-threatening situation here. We assured her that this was safe and she was going to really enjoy herself tonight.

We rode for a while making a lot of turns and then when we stopped, the privacy window came down and three black hoods were tossed into the back and the driver said “Put these on Lady and gentlemen and I’ll be right there.”

The VP pulled his hood over his head, so I and Carmen did too. Then the driver opened the door and led us out and to the club. Once inside the door, our hoods were taken away and the driver departed. We stepped inside and the club was huge and very nice inside. Nice carpet, nice tables and soft chairs and everything an expensive lounge çanakkale escort should have.

As we walked around, the VP told me that some of those present, both men and women, were the top brass in some of the largest corporations in the country. But they were not to be acknowledged as such in here. We continued to stroll around the lounge and a very beautiful “Staffer”, as they preferred to be called, came and got our drink orders and then we found a place to sit down and soon she brought the drinks and asked if there was anything else she could get for us.

I thought “Hell yea baby, you!” But I kept my mouth shut. Carmen was being very polite and not saying anything since it was quite obvious that he was my boss. After just a couple of minutes, the VP told Carmen that she could feel free to move around the club and dance or whatever she wanted to do. Just remember that her Limo number was 18. She thanked him and left.

As we drank, I looked around and there were a lot of people there, probably close to 150, mostly young and most all good- looking. Men and women, all dressed nicely. This was a really fine place to be for a single man. And I am single!!!

At 10 PM sharp, the DJ stopped the music, and welcomed everyone to the club. Then he said he was going to break us up for a while. “All the women on one side of the room and all the men on the other,” was the order. Very strange to me but we got up and moved to the side with the men.

Then it got really interesting—everyone must take all your clothes off for the next game.

GAME? I thought?

I looked at the VP and he said “Go ahead, you’re going to like this, I think.”

So I stripped. As I did, I noticed a number of people headed for the door. But the staffers, “BIG suckers” were blocking the door, and had a chat with each one that was trying to leave. Soon they were all back along the walls and stripped naked.

The staffers then came out with carts loaded with pads, like mattresses, and started tossing them on the floor in front of everyone. Along with each pad were a handful of condoms. Oh boy, I thought, This is going to get really interesting!

The DJ then announced that a certain group of people would be coming around and selecting a partner for our first game for the night. I noticed that there were some very distinguished looking men and a couple of women were walking around and checking out the “customers”. I had already picked out a lady from across the room that I thought was just super Hot! And as soon as the rest of us were released to “shop”, I was going after her.

“Damn it!” I thought, as one of the execs chose her. But I watched where they went. I wanted to talk to her later.

The DJ announced “OK folks, start mingling around and find you a partner, and not the one you came with, and take them by the hand. NO one will refuse to be partners with anyone else.” So off I went in search of the finest body I could find.

I looked for Carmen, but when I finally found her, she was taken by one of the Execs. She didn’t look happy at all, but she sure was gorgeous standing there naked. When she saw me, she gave me one of those “I hate you” looks that had daggers in it! I could only shrug my shoulders.

Some of the women were still resisting getting naked, but were being “assisted” by the staffers. Some were crying, but in just a few minutes, everyone in the place was naked.

As I was looking around, I came across a young black girl that looked like she was maybe 20-23 years old. She was an absolute knockout, and even had a shaved pussy. She was crying too. I walked over to her and told her that I was selecting her. She cried a little louder, and then said “Please, You will hurt me with your size!”

Now I am quite proud of my tool. It is a full eight inches long and about 2 ½ inches thick. So I could almost understand her reluctance.

I said “No baby, you are mine for right now! You are so very beautiful and sexy, and I just have to have you!”

“Please” she said again, “You’ll tear me up with that thing, it is too big for me!” And she continued to cry. “Please select someone else.”

I said “No baby, I want you!”

She got a kind of “I give up” look on her face and I sort of felt sorry for her. But I was going to enjoy this pussy! That was for sure! Plus, she was going to be my first black experience. So this was really going to be good.

The DJ announced that the first game for tonight was gong to be oral sex. First the women doing the men and then the men doing the women.

OH YEAH, I thought! As I moved over to her and started to get into position for a good sucking, she started shaking her head. I took her in my arms and whispered to her “Honey, I promise I am not going to hurt you. I will be as gentle as I can be with you. But we have to cooperate, OK?”

She got çanakkale escort bayan down on her knees and took my dick in her hand and starting jerking me off. A big burly staffer came by and told her to suck it. She looked at me and slowly eased her mouth down on it. Very soon, she was sucking like a pro and jerking it hard too. She was good!! I finally told her that I was getting close to cumming, and she just nodded her head and kept sucking. I blasted into her throat with a very good load of cum. She swallowed it all! Then she looked up at me, smiled and started licking me clean!

When she finished I said “Damn baby, you are fantastic!” Now lay down there and let me return the favor for you!” She had stopped crying and was smiling and said “Thank you for being gentle with me, I needed that.”

I started on her by kissing her face all over and especially those wonderful lips. Then I went on down her body, over those great tits and nibbled a little on the nipples and got some good moans out of her for that.

]Then I was in her pussy, licking all over it, and in it, and nibbling on her clit. She was pounding her ass up against my face with all she had in her. She was really getting into this oral sex! She tasted so good too. I wanted to eat her as long as I possibly could. Then she grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled my head in to her crotch as hard as she could and yelled, “Eat me man, I’m cumming! Oh yeah baby! Eat me!” She finally slowed down her pounding and lay still, eyes closed.

I crawled up beside her and said “You ok baby?”

“Oh my god yes, I am, thank you so much for that! That was the first time I have ever had anyone eat me! You are so wonderful!” She said, and smiled, eyes still closed.

I said, “Honey, you were fantastic, and I would be really pleased if you would agree to meet me outside here sometime. Can we do that?”

She said, “Yes sir, you have a date anytime you want one honey. I want some more of you! “ I got up and dashed over to my clothes and got a business card and gave it to her.

“Call me at my office Monday and let’s see if we can set something up between us, OK?”

“By the way, my name is Jason.”

A bell rang and the DJ came on and said “OK guys, back up against the wall again.”

She said “Good, it’s over. My name is Alicia. I promise I’ll call.”

The DJ said “OK VIPs, go get another one.” Which they did without hesitation. I was looking for Carmen again. Damn, she was the second one picked this round. But she was resisting this time and had to be subdued. They tied her down, spread eagle! Damn she is mad now!!!

Then the DJ said “OK the rest of you guys, find you a different girl this time.”

I went to search me out another hot one.

Just as I passed Alicia, I spied a very fine young Asian girl, makeup all smeared and crying. She still had not gotten into this. She was handcuffed to a table leg. She looked to be between 18 and 22 years of age, I guess. This would be another first for me. I had never been with an Asian before either. So I walked over to her, my dick about half hard.

She started shaking her head and crying and said “No please. I have only had sex once before in my life and he was tiny compared to you! You will tear me in two! Please!”

She was on her knees, so I walked over and knelt down beside her, put my arm around her and said “Honey, no one is here to hurt you, especially not me. Now we have to do this, so I will make it as easy on you as I possibly can, so please try to enjoy this. OK?”

She looked at me, stopped crying and said “I trust you, please be easy with me.”

About that time the DJ announced “OK girls, up on your knees, we are going doggie style this time!”

I helped my girl up on her knees and she still looked scared to death of me. I got up behind her and reached down to feel her to see how wet she was. She was almost totally dry! She had not enjoyed the last session at all obviously.

I said to her “Honey, didn’t you reach an orgasm the last round? You are still dry!”

“No I did not. That man did not know anything about a woman’s body!” She said.

So I leaned down and licked from as far under her as I could get, all the way up across her pretty little asshole. She shivered as my tongue slid across her sensitive spots. A couple more licks and I should be able to get my fingers into her easily enough. I continued to lick and nibble on her pussy lips and she started moving her ass and moaning with pleasure. I stuck one finger in my mouth and then into her pussy and started moving it around, and then I went for two fingers. She was starting to moan again.

She said, “Let me wet it for you please.”

“Sure baby, If you want to.” I said.

“I really want to. I think you are going to be good to me, so I will do that,” she answered.

She licked escort çanakkale me a couple times and then took it in her mouth and when I backed it out, my dick was dripping wet. So I worked some up in my mouth, bent down and tongued her pussy and pushed as much as I could into her to get her as wet as I could. Then I straightened up and got her by one hip and my dick with the other hand and placed it at her pussy opening and started in slowly. She was right, she was very tight, but I could get in fairly easily.

As I pushed in, she was holding her breath. When I got all the way in, I leaned down and said “You really need to breathe honey!”

I started just rotating my hips around a little and getting her used to the fullness of her pussy. Then I felt a little motion as in pushing back on me. I withdrew a little and then pushed back in a couple of times and she started meeting me.

I leaned over and said “Is it getting easier honey?”

“Oh yes, fuck yes, it is! Do longer strokes please!” she said.

She only had to say it once, and I was there. This was without a doubt, the tightest pussy I had ever been in!

I leaned over and braced myself with my left hand on the floor and reached under her with my right and got a tit and nipple and started to work on her. It was evidently getting good to her, because she was humping back against me and moaning very loudly.

The louder she moaned, the harder I slammed into her. I released her tit and reached for her clit. When I rubbed it she caught her breath and jerked some and then I pinched it and she almost came unglued! She started really slamming her ass against me and so I started slamming into her.

“Oh god!” she yelled “I’m cumming! Oh please fuck me harder, Please! Oh yes! OH! OH! Yes! UMMMMPH !!! YES!!”

That was all I needed to push me over the edge too. And I tried to drown her from the inside with my cum load! Damn she has some good pussy!!!

When I had finished, I remained inside her and rested a minute and started again. She started humping against me too. My dick almost went soft, but she was so tight, I regained it and we were going good. She had a second orgasm, and was loud with this one too. A staffer came over and said, “Is it good baby?”

She only nodded.

He reached down and took her cuff off and freed her. She immediately went for her clit and my balls. It only took another minute and she had a third one as I had my second one!

I just rolled over and collapsed beside her on the mat. She just flopped down where she was. She said, “My god, I never knew it could be so good to be fucked like that! You were so good to me! And your size only hurt for a minute! Can we do it again?”

“I couldn’t do it again if you threatened me honey!” I said, “You have taken it all out of me!”

The bell rang again. “No” she said, “stay here with me and let’s do it again.”

The DJ then said, “OK folks, let’s get up against the wall again, if you can walk! HEH HEH!!”

She said, “Can we meet again? Outside here? Please?”

I said “Sure, let me get you a card.” And dashed off to my clothes again and returned with a card. “My name is Jason, of course, call me!”

“OK folks, last round for tonight. Guys, find a mat and stand by it. Girls, You get to pick this time. Anyone you want, except the two who you have had already. Now do this, girls, no more crying and resisting. This is the last round for tonight.” The DJ said.

“The position is up to the girls this time guys, whatever they want, you have to do!”

As the girls walked around, I saw that there were some really great looking girls in here. More than a few of them had wedding rings on too! I wondered, did they all get picked up like Carmen?

Carmen! I thought, I wonder where she is!

“A big cock!” a voice said close to me. I looked around and there was one hot looking lady of maybe 40-45 yrs of age looking down at my cock. She had nice big tits, nice curves, pretty face, nice hair, and a shaved pussy! Yep, this lady was ready!!!

I looked at her, smiled and said, “I’m Jason, baby, and I am all yours!”

“Well, I’m horny and I need a big cock up my ass. Can you do that?” she replied.

“What ever you want honey, it’s your game!” I said.

Almost out of nowhere came a female staffer with lubricants and condoms. She made the selection. I just stood there. I looked at the condom…Damn this girl is hot! That is a French tickler!” She really wants her ass torn up! I thought to myself.

She handed the lube and the condom to me, dropped to her knees and swallowed my cock! I couldn’t believe her. She must not be getting any at home, or she is a sex-crazed maniac!

Anyway, she got me standing up again and then I rolled the condom on while she fingered her pussy. Then she got up on all fours and I rubbed the lube into her asshole and onto my condom covered cock, making sure I had it well lubed, because I didn’t figure this was going to be a slow process.

She had already started humping back on my hand when I was lubing her, so I got in position and eased up to her and touched her ass hole with my cock. She yelled, “Come on damnit! Shove that thing in me! Shit I want it tonight, not next week!!”

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Cassie was born on an Alabama plantation to third generation slave parents. While they had never known any other way of life the white plantation owners had only recently become wealthy enough to own slaves. Not really knowing what to do with them the Jackson’s kept the Black family in the guest house and had them wait on them for dinners and such. So it was no big surprise that when Mrs. Jackson had her twin boys they were raised together with Cassie.

As they grew the distinction was profound. Two identical twins with blonde hair blue eyes and the most pale of skin color. And one milk chocolate colored slave girl with curly black hair and the biggest brown eyes. Up until the time they were twelve years old it didn’t seem strange for them to still be so close that they still took their baths together. But about that time their bodies started to change as well as their maturity. The two boys, Billy Bob and Little Johnny, developed deep voices and their pubic areas were growing hair. Cassie noticed with interest that their cocks seemed to be getting larger with every passing month. The boys noticed the change in Cassie also. The skinny girl was filling out, butt becoming more perfectly round and her large brown nipples now stood out on top of breasts that seemed bigger everyday.

By the time they were eighteen years old, all three of them realized it was unusual for them to take baths together. At first they didn’t talk about it but at last while taking a bath together Cassie accidentally bumped Billy’s cock with her ass and it instantly leaped up into a ragging erection. She said, “what are you thinking of doing with that thing?” And Billy asked her “would you like to watch?” as he began stroking the shaft of his long pink cock. Her eyes went wide with amazement upon seeing something she had only head rumor of before. ‘A boy’s cock could get really big and hard’ she thought, as it grew to maybe 6 inches long. Now Johnny joined in and said “I’ve got one that is pretty similar” and Cassie looked back to see what had to be an identical match for the one pointed at her big round ass.

Cassie felt a strange tingling in the soft area between her legs as her two white brothers stroked their swollen cocks, each of them almost touching one her dark and shiny ass cheeks. She felt her breath suddenly heavy and her face warm as she slipped a hand down to her pussy to scratch at the tingling sensation that just kept growing and growing. A low groan came up from her stomach as shock waves of pleasure rolled over her with the first caressing of her hardened clit. She unconsciously arched her back in ecstasy and inadvertently bumped her ass against both the cocks madly jerking off behind her.

Now it just seemed natural to the boys to rub their cock heads against Cassie’s soft ass while they pumped wildly on their shafts. Cassie slid her fingers between her pussy lips, for a moment wondering at how thick they had gotten and at the juice that was pouring out of her pussy. Then she became aware of the juice leaking from both the cocks making her ass wet with their stickiness. She looked back at them just as Billy grunted and a long thick stream of milky white fluid jetted out of his cock and onto her ass. A moment later Johnny grunted too and an equally hot sticky wad of cum hit her other ass cheek.

As they both sprayed pulse after pulse of cum out of their teenage balls Cassie felt a throbbing deep in her belly. It washed over her, rolling down to her pussy and caused her lips to extend out like a blooming flower. The intense pleasure swept to her toes and they curled up into balls. Her skin tingled all the way up her body, hardening and distending her nipples until they hurt. Cassie’s nostrils flared, her eyes bugged out wide and her mouth opened to let out a long low howl of orgasmic pleasure. Above all she felt the hot rivers of cum splashing against her big black ass and running down her ebony thighs.

They all three sat down next to the tub in exhaustion, looked at each other and began laughing. “That was fun” Cassie said, “we better do it again soon”. “Tomorrow night sounds good to me” Johnny smiled and Billy nodded in agreement. “But maybe we can find something more we can do together” she breathed and saw both their spent cocks twitch at the thought. With no education to speak of, let alone sexual education, Cassie konya escort only knew where she was aching and figured these two boys would be the right solution to what was ailing her.

The next morning they were greeted with the shocking news that Billy and Johnny were being sent away to Military school. The parents and felt that their sons spent far too much time with their slave girl and the best solution was to send them off to learn discipline with men. They wanted to cry but held back to avoid giving away their secret relationship with Cassie. Cassie couldn’t hold back the tears of frustration as she looked to one then to the other and then down to their crotches in longing. They said their good-byes after lunch and the boys’ road away with their baggage while Cassie went about her household chores dejectedly.

Three years went by and Cassie spent long lonely evenings dreaming about her two white brothers and their big pink cocks. She would gently stroke her pussy lips until her lips blossomed out and the juices flowed freely. Then she would rub her clitoris until it was throbbing madly like a miniature cock about to explode. Sometimes before she came she would even let a finger slide down to her puckered anus. Not knowing what other girls felt, Cassie discovered that when she was excited her ass was just as sensitive as her pussy. She began inserting a finger in her pussy and one in her ass each time she came and orgasms became more and more profound.

During these years her body continued to mature and her breasts became as large as the watermelons her master grew in the fields. Her ass also continued to grown until it was two perfectly round globes separated by a heavy dark slit that lead to her secret desires. Cassie eventually broke own hymen thrusting 2 fingers into her hungry pussy in the midst of a mind shattering orgasm. Her ass had taken 2 fingers many times but now that her pussy could take them too Cassie thought even more longingly about her missing brothers.

During these same years Billy and Johnny led dual lives. Marching and drilling to strict the strict military standards of the south, they spent their free time dreaming about Cassie and her beautiful black ass covered with their thick white cock juice. As they nights passed, jerking off to her distant memory, they noticed that their cocks were growing in size. By the time they were eighteen years old they had doubled in length and tripled in thickness. Still pink in color, their twelve-inch fuck tools now had large purple mushroom like heads that could spurt a pint of hot salty spunk each. Their balls were now covered in hair and hung low with the weight on semen they carried. So, when they received the news they were graduating and being sent back home, they had only one thing on their minds.

Cassie was overjoyed when she heard Billy and Johnny would returning that night. She took a long bath, making sure to clean her pussy and ass especially well, and put on her best dress. The boys came in, were greeted my their parents and ushered in to dinner. Cassie had to wait on the family while they but just couldn’t keep her eyes off of them. “They have grown so tall and strong’ she thought, while the twins thought “my god, she’s filled out” and “she looks to be all that I could eat”. It wasn’t long before dinner was finished and they were explaining how tired they were and needed to get to sleep.

Cassie went back to her lonely room in the guesthouse and waited in anticipation. After what seemed like unbearable hours had passed there was a gentle knock on her door. The twins came in with hungry eyes and bulges in the front of their pants. Cassie could feel the wetness running from her pussy and making her inner thighs sticky with desire. “Oh how I’ve waited for this moment” she moaned to them.

“We’ve dreamed of nothing else,” they said in a strange unison. With that Cassie pulled her dress over her head to expose her naked body. Her huge breasts, big round ass and the tiny waist between them awed them. Cassie was equally awed by what was revealed when they removed their pants. She had thought their cocks were huge three years back and had spent many nights finger fucking her self while imagining her fingers were those hard pink cocks. Nothing had prepared her for this though. Two escort konya huge poles pointed towards her upturned face. They throbbed and pulsed to the men’s heartbeats almost in perfect unison. There were small drops of clear liquid oozes from the tips and running down the long shafts.

“Oh please come here and kiss me” Cassie groaned. Billy and Johnny were instantly kissing her thick lips, running their tongues down her throat and sucking on her breasts. Cassie grabbed a hold of both hard cocks and began smearing the precum around the big purple cock heads. Then she brought her hands to her mouth and licked the clear fluid off her hands. This led them to move their mouths down her stomach, across the hairy mound and each man took one inner thigh between his lips. “Uuuggghhhh” she groaned as her legs swung out wide allowing the two heads access to her sex.

They could smell the hot muskiness of her pussy juices and of one mind they each went to one thick and swollen pussy lips and began to lick suck and bite on it. Cassie arched her hips for more and reached her fingers into the hair of each of her twin lovers, pulling them deeper into her pussy. Billy pulled her pussy lips apart exposing the bright pink meat inside and his tongue found its way deep into her tunnel. Johnny’s tongue roamed further up until it was flicking across the tip of her throbbing clit. “Oh my fucking god” she screamed as the biggest orgasm she had ever imagined swept over her.

Now Johnny took one leg and lifted it over his head so that he could lick both her clit and her pussy while Billy slid his tongue down to Cassie’s sweet second hole. Her pulse quickened again as first one tongue sank into her pussy and then another one just as deep into her ass. She thought she was loosing her mind with pleasure as another orgasm started to pulse deep in her pussy. As she started to yield to another somewhat smaller orgasm she was shocked by waves of spasms in her ass. The two joined to send her in an orgasm of even greater intensity, leaving her moaning “ohhhhhhh yesssssss” to the two ravaging tongues.

The two men stood up and their stiff cocks pulsed right before her eyes. Cassie had never thought of doing such a thing before but it just seemed to come natural. She first licked the precum off one cock and then the other. Her mouth opened and Billy’s cock was suddenly deep in her mouth, sawing in and out excitedly. Then it popped out and Johnny’s cock replaced it before she could catch her breath. She did this several more times and then felt their cocks becoming harder and even more swollen. Just as Johnny withdrew his cock and she got Billy’s cock into her mouth again Cassie felt the shaft get suddenly hot and pulsing against her bottom lip.

A moment later her mouth was filled with a flood of salty tasting cream that flowed down her throat in great gobs. Even though her thick lips were tightly clamped around his cock some of Billy’s hot white cum leaked out of the corner of her mouth, dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. Johnny cried out “Me too!” and thrust his cock into Cassie’s mouth just as Billy withdrew. Again she found herself swallowing thick salty spunk as fast as she could but still some leaked out and dribbled onto her other breast. With both breasts now glistening with the men’s’ cum Cassie began rubbing it into her hard and aching nipples.

Billy’s cock came all the way back up ate the sight of how Cassie enjoyed his cum. With him lying flat on his back Cassie crawled on top of him and straddled his long cock. She sat up on her heels and holding it in one hand she spread her pussy lips with the other. Johnny stood wide eyed behind them as he watched her black pedaled flower open up to reveal the pink glistening meat inside. And then his brother’s big purple cock head was penetrating into her, stretching her lips around the broad rim until they closed with a loud plop onto the shaft below the head.

Cassie wriggled her ass around in circles a few times and then tightening her thigh muscles lunged down with all her might. Billy’s cock was swallowed all the way to the hilt and Johnny could see her pussy lips sucking hungrily at his brother’s balls. He watched as she raised her ass in the air, her pink pussy meat clinging to the pussy juice slickened cock, and then slammed konya escort bayan her self down onto it with a loud groan. The room was filled with the slurping sounds of their mixed union, Billy’s grunts of pleasure, and Cassie’s loud moans of wanton abandon.

Cassie could hardly believe what was happening. After all these long years of dreaming about being fucked by her white brother’s it was finally happening. Each time she raised her ass in the air Bill’s huge cock head would press against her clit making her want to scream. But then she would be over come with craving for more cock and would thrust her hips ass down until she felt his balls slap against her ass. The feeling of her pussy muscles being stretched all the way to her womb and beyond was overwhelming her. The next orgasm took her by surprise and she screamed “oh shit, oh yes, ooohhhhhhh” as the waves of pleasure swept over her yet again.

“What about me” she heard Johnny asking somewhere in the fog of her orgasms. Billy’s cock was still buried deep in her pussy and she didn’t want to take it out even if he would let her. But Johnny was holding his hard throbbing cock in his hand with a look of desperation on his face. “I do have another hole for you dear, it’s just as tight and I’m sure you’ll like it” she said and was amazed at the same time. Never had Cassie heard or dreamed of such a thing but it seemed the perfect solution for her two men. Arching her back, she reached back and pulled her big ass apart revealing her pucker anus.

It had gotten soaked with pussy juice and its own natural lubrication and as Johnny probed it with the tip of his cock he felt her suck it right inside. “Ssssssssssssss” he heard Cassie suck in her breath as his cock stretched her ass wide. Then losing all control in his lust Johnny shoved his stiff cock all the way in her ass until his pelvis bone slammed against her.

Cassie felt a moment of intense pain and thought she was going to faint. Then the pressure forced Bill’s cock against her clit and she started to cum. As her clit twitched in excitement the spasms started deep in her pussy clenching on the thick cock head she had buried there. As she opened her mouth to scream, Cassie felt the spasms of pleasure spread to the depths of her ass hole and her anus began fluttering on the hard shaft penetrating it. The scream never made it from her lips as only guttural animal noises gurgled in her throat. Now she was about to faint but from pleasure not pain. Cassie’s mouth hung open and her tongue lolled out with a long string of saliva dripping don to Billy’s chest. Her eyes were bugged out wide but unseeing as her two lovers began to thrust in unison.

They fucked her at a matched cadence first Billy slamming his cock into her hungry pussy with a wet slap, driving her upwards and pulling Johnny’s cock part way out of her ass. The Johnny would plow his cock all the way into her equally tight ass pushing her forward until Billy’s cock was almost squeezed out of her pussy. Each time Johnny slammed his cock into her ass Cassie’s giant breasts would sway forward into Billy’s face and he would grab at them and suck and bite on her painfully hard nipples. Every time Billy plunged his cock into her pussy Johnny’s cock would pull back sending her into an even more intense anal orgasm. Then Johnny’s cock would fill her deflowered ass again forcing Billy’s cock head to press against her clit and drive her clitoral orgasm even higher.

The pleasure had driven her to the point of being an animal, madly thrusting her two cumming holes onto her two incessantly pounding cocks. Her throat was now making a high pitched squeal that was mounting with every minute the dual orgasms lasted. ‘I think I’m going to die this way’ she thought to herself and yet was content as long as she could feel those two great cocks another moment. Then with her head deep in the clouds and the squealing screams seeming to come from far away the two cocks swelled up and became incredibly hot.

The next moment she felt the twitching, vibrating spasms of cocks cumming deep in both of her holes. Cum was splashing against the back walls of her pussy and deep up the long tubes of her ass at the same time. “Oh my god I love you Cassie” they both screamed in unison and Cassie gripped them both as tightly as she could squeeze her pussy and ass together. “Uuugghhhhhhhhhh” she groaned as the last of her orgasms rippled through her body and the two brothers collapsed on her and under her. Cassie fell asleep, finally feeling completely fulfilled, with the two big pink cocks still buried in her and hot sticky cum oozing down her thighs to puddle on the bed beneath them.

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So…the weekend of our annual family reunion was finally here. I was really looking forward to it. My mom and dad always hosted it, as they have a huge house that is very conducive to large parties. Usually 60-80 relatives show up, aunts, uncles, cousins, spouses and children, sometimes my only contact with them for the whole year. Dad barbeques in the backyard and we all swim in his pool. A good time is always had by all. Everybody gets drunk and stuffs themselves, so I was definitely looking forward to it.

Just a brief description of me before I go any farther. I’m 5’8″s tall, on the slim side, about 146 pounds, almost too thin, according to my mom, not much definition in muscularity, but semi toned, dark hair, not too long and clean shaven.

I have known I was secretly bisexual since I went off to college. Me and my freshman dorm roommate had swapped oral sex with each other and I found I truly relished a hard cock in my mouth. He initiated the first blowjob to me, but it progressed to mostly me sucking him off, then finally no reciprocation from him at all. I didn’t mind it being one sided as I looked forward to the nights I serviced him. He was very well endowed with an 8″ stout cut cock that was always hard it seemed. It eventually became a routine where I would service him almost nightly, sometimes in the mornings too.

As our roommate arrangement ended after our freshman year, I saw less and less of him at school and missing giving oral sex, I turned to adult book stores. This is where I discovered gloryholes and would frequent them occasionally to get my fix of sucking a hard cock.

After graduation, I moved back to my home town and I found a place pretty close to my parents, about 2-3 miles down the road in a small rental house. I was hired straight out of college by an accounting firm and was making pretty good money. I had a girlfriend, Stephanie, she was cute and sexy, very short and petite, a total hottie. While she gave me everything I should have needed in bed, I missed giving oral sex to men.

While I didn’t dare go public with my bisexuality, I found a way to discretely satisfy my passion for giving oral sex without my family or girlfriend knowing, hopefully It’s a little risky, but it seems to work. I created an ad that I run on Craig’s List.

It reads…

Offering A Gloryhole Blowjob…

No reciprocation desired…

100% anonymous…

Visitors and out of towners only…

No locals please…again visitors only…

Seeking large cocks…

Please be over 7″s and shower fresh…

Reply with cock pic and full stats…

Discreet and safe…

I got a cheap flip phone with a “buy minute plan” that I use for this. A second phone that nobody I know is aware of. If that phone rings, I know it’s somebody that wants to bring me a hard cock to suck, I use it only for this, nothing else.

I am renting a nice, but small brick home and have made a simple anonymous set up for my gloryhole visitors. My house front door faces the street but I have a long driveway along the side of my house that leads to an unattached single garage. At the end of my driveway, is a side door entrance to my house that opens into a large mud room. I usually enter my house through this door as it is closest to my garage. My washer and dryer plus a small hand sink and a long table are in this small room. Once inside the room, it has another separate door to enter the house. So, if someone entered the mudroom, after they closed the door, they faced another door frame that held my homemade plywood gloryhole in place.

The room has a standard 7 foot door that I have removed and store in the garage. I carefully cut a sheet of plywood with a 5 inch diameter gloryhole at waist level that fits securely in the door frame. The gloryhole door panel was cut precisely to fit snug and securely in the molding on the mudroom’s side. Once in place, it is very secure. It is extremely sturdy and a visitor can lean heavily into it as he receives a blowjob.

As soon as they close the outside door they are facing the door frame with my gloryhole plywood sheet in it. I always turn off the light to the mudroom and always have a lit candle for them. When not in use, I put the gloryhole panel deep in the closet, hiding it. If I have a visitor lined up, this is convenient as it take me less than a minute to set it up or take it down.

I am very particular and selective about who I agree to meet. I want big cocks only, 7 inches plus and they have to send a clear picture of their erect cock for proof of size with their stats. I will only agree to meet with guys that do not live in my city. If they commute to work here daily, or are visiting, then that’s perfect, but I didn’t want any locals that I might know. I insist on a short telephone conversation as a security buffer, ice breaker, authentication chat before a first meeting. I lose a lot of nice cocks over this requirement as a lot of guys will refuse to call, but that’s okay, cause I live in a large city and there are lots of guys that drive from sakarya escort neighboring cities to work here every day. I prefer married guys or guys with girlfriends, but this rarely comes up in our short phone conversations.

I have developed a small entourage of clients that come regularly. Mostly guys that live within 20 miles of me and work here daily. Also, some visitors and tourists occasionally as I live in a tourism friendly town.

The regulars included a variety of guys that just want a nice slow sensual blow job, nothing else, no reciprocation. They just want that cock worshipping blow job that they don’t receive from their wife or girlfriend and I am glad to accommodate.

One regular, my absolute favorite, is Jason, who claims he is in a relationship with a girl. He’s my favorite because he has the biggest cock of all my regulars. He loves long slow very sloppy wet slobbery blowjobs. He works construction in my home town, but commutes almost daily from about 30 miles away. He is a site manager and is in town Monday thru Saturday. He always calls before he visits and usually comes by in the early mornings, like 6:00AM before I go to work, or late evenings on his way home from work to get a long slow blowjob. I love it when he visits, after I suck his cock for breakfast, I think about it all day long.

I don’t know his phone number, as he always blocks his calls to display “anonymous” on my Caller ID when he wants to visit, but that’s not a problem Over the years, he has become more chatty over the phone and describes in great detail how he wants me to suck his cock when he comes by. He always uses this expression called “edging”, where he wants me to suck his cock til he is absolutely ready to burst. Then he quickly withdraws his cock out of the hole and waits a minute or so until the urge passes and he can control it, then he feeds it back to me to start the process all over again. I adore this method. After a dozen or so “edgings”, he finally lets it explode and it’s always a ton to swallow. His blowjobs usually last about 30 minutes and even then, I hate when they were over.

I know I tell them that this is 100% anonymous, but of course I peek out my blinds when visitors pull up, as I ask them to call when they pull up and before they enter. So I always knew what they looked like, even if they didn’t know what I looked like.

Jason looks to be late 20’s, maybe even very early 30’s, has a shaved head and is about 6′ 2″s tall. He’s Caucasian and has an absolute unreal huge cock. The biggest of all my regulars. I have never measured it, but am sure it is at least 8 plus inches, maybe 9. His cock is cut and perfectly straight, very thick and what I consider a porn cock. He always speaks to me through the hole and tells me how good I am sucking his cock and how I am so much better than his girlfriend. Strangely enough, that makes me very proud. I see him regularly, probably twice a week, sometimes more, sometimes less. It’s always a good day when Jason calls me.

Another of my favorites is Sean. Sean lived about 20 miles from me when we first hooked up. While he has recently moved about 200 miles away now, he still comes to visit his family often, usually weekly or a little less. Sean is early 20’s, black, about 6 foot tall and pretty well endowed himself. He’s been coming regularly to my gloryhole for about 2 years. He has a solid cut 7″s and loves his cock sucked slowly. He is very receptive to my oral manipulations and I have learned exactly how to do him.

From our long standing arrangement, talking on the phone before he visits, I have learned a lot about Sean. His father is a Deacon in a neighboring city and for some weird reason, that turns me on a little bit. It makes our arrangement a little more taboo. Sean is a very heavy cummer and that turns me on too.

I never knew how much he came until he sent me a video of himself jacking off. I couldn’t believe how many times I had swallowed his monster load and didn’t really know how much it was. When he starts moaning loudly, I know he is close and when he cums, he gets very vocal telling to swallow it all. He will usually visit 2-3 times when he is in town for the weekend. Once as soon as he arrives in town, even before going to his parents, then maybe the next night and always on his way out of town. I love his cock because he is always rock hard.

I have several “clients” come by weekly, some more regularly than others, but my rule remains that they must not be locals. They must live in another town or are just visiting, no locals. So far, this has worked out fine, as I never once have run into any of them in public. Even if I did, they would not recognize me as they have never seen my face, but I know them by face, as I peek out my window blinds and see them when they arrive at my house.

So, this brings me to my story. I got a response on Craig’s List the afternoon of our annual family get together. The response in my email read…

“10 inch cut cock…6′ 4″s…wm…29……200 lbs…heavy cummer…in izmir escort town for 2 days only…if you’re still looking…send address”

Not gonna lie, I was immediately excited after receiving his message. My face flushed when I read his reply claiming to have 10″s. I was bummed that there was no cock pic, as I have learned that most guys lie like crazy when describing their cock size. If a guy claims he has 7 inches, it’s usually only about 5 ½”s…maybe 6″s on a good day. If a guy claims he has 8 inches, it’s usually about 6 ½”…maybe 7″s.

Guys lie so bad about their cocks. This is why I ask for a picture of their cock erect. Still, if a guy claims he has 10″s, even if he is fudging the length a bit, it’s still gonna be a very big cock.

I replied back, requesting a cock pic, to which he replied that he couldn’t send a cock pic as he was married and refused to do that. A little disappointed that he wouldn’t or couldn’t send me a cock pic, I sent my number and told him to call me on my cell for my address. I told him to block his phone number if he wanted, not a problem. Less than 2 minutes later, my cell buzzed and my Caller ID said “anonymous”.

When I answered with a hello, he replied, “Hey buddy. Is this the guy with the Craig’s List ad for gloryhole head?”

I replied, “Yes, do you want to come by now?”

“I sure do, give me your address, I can be there in 15 minutes.” he answered.

We had a very brief phone chat about what each other expected, I gave him directions to my house, asked him to park on the street. I told him how to access the mudroom on the side of my driveway and asked him to call me when he arrived so I would be ready. After hanging up, I set up the mudroom with a lit candle, unlocked the side door for him and set up the gloryhole frame in the doorway.

As I peeked out my blinds watching the street in front of my house, waiting for him to arrive, I noticed the mail man had arrived and was sitting in his truck sorting mail.

It seemed like 15 minutes couldn’t come fast enough. Right on time, a big black truck with tinted windows pulled up and parked behind the mail truck in front of my house. Seconds later, my cell rang and still peeking out my blinds I watched his silhouette through his tinted windows sitting in his truck. I answered and told him to walk up the driveway and enter the door on the side.

As he exited his truck, I totally freaked out. While I only got a quick glimpse of his face and he was wearing sunglasses, he looked very familiar. He looked a lot like my cousin John, who was supposed to be coming to the family reunion, a whole lot like him. Squinting my eyes through the blinds to get a better look at his face, with his back now to me, my fears compounded. Was it my cousin John? Or was it a guy that just looked like him. Worse yet, he began a conversation with my mail man. I had no idea why they were talking, but I saw the mail man actually hand him my mail and I totally freaked out. Why would he give my mail to a total stranger? My name was surely on each envelope.

I hadn’t seen John since our last family reunion and was really freaking that this might be him coming to my house to get his cock sucked. As a kid, when he lived in my hometown, we grew up together somewhat. Our families spent a lot of time together before his family moved away. While he was 6-7 years older than me, we didn’t actually hang out with each other, but of course I saw him when our families got together.

As he went out of view walking up my driveway to my mudroom gloryhole entrance door, I panicked and went flush. I rushed to kneel in front of my gloryhole and waited for him to enter, not knowing what to do. Should I stop this? Should I tell him I changed my mind? Should I tell him it’s me?

On my knees peering up through the hole to hopefully see his face, I saw him enter and close the door quickly behind him. He was too tall to see his face at that angle, but like my cousin, he was maybe 6′ 4″s tall and slim. While his room was dimly lit by a single candle, my side was pitch black and he couldn’t see anything but darkness if he looked at the hole. In the dim light of the candle, he wasted no time in getting ready.

He actually took off his white button down shirt and laid it on the washer. He kicked off his shoes and then pulled off his tan khakis, neatly laying them on the washer too. Whoever it was, he was making himself very comfortable in my house.

As he lowered his boxer shorts, his cock came into view. It was thickly tumescent already, the beginning of a full erection, but not sticking straight out on it’s own yet. Judging by the size, it was probably 8 inches already and looked like it still had quite some growing to do.

As I watched through the hole, within just a few seconds, it began to swell in anticipation of what was to come. Like it had a life of it’s own, it got thicker and longer as he stood there. Within just a few more seconds, it became fully erect, completely hard and was now sticking straight mersin escort out.

It was awesome, probably every inch he claimed it was and that was if he was being modest. It was the thickest cock I had ever seen and it was also the longest cock I had ever seen. As he stood in front of the hole, it was just inches from my mouth. When he shuffled his feet up to the hole, I got a really good look at it before he stuck it through. At that moment, cousin or not, I knew the answer to all my questions was no. I was not going to call it off, I was not going to tell him who I was, even if he had already seen my name on my mail, I was not going to confirm it. All I knew at that point was that I needed to suck that monster cock.

All he said was, “Here’s your mail dude, the mailman gave it to me.” as he shoved it through the hole to me.

Me, dumbfounded at that, not knowing whether he had looked at it and seen my name. I still had no idea if he knew it was me.

Maybe he could see my eyes peering through the hole, but not enough of my face to recognize me in the dim light. Tentatively, but hungrily, I raised my mouth to the hole and opened it as wide as I could, sticking out my tongue as far as I could, as an invitation to him to feed me his cock, As his cock bobbed up and down with a pulse of it’s own, he finally stepped forward and pressed into my waiting mouth.

His cock was absolutely 100% rock hard, you know the kind, one of those unbending, unyielding boners that is so fucking hard it could drive nails. The kind of hard on that doesn’t bend one iota and can destroy a throat, a pussy or an ass if allowed. I swear I could have hung a towel from it, it was so rigid and hard.

The minute it entered my mouth, it reminded me of a steel pipe with a spongy head. His skin felt like satin or silk, super smooth, velvety almost. Pumping life to it, he had these thick long prominent blue and red veins that were running all through it, especially on the sides and underside. Big thick gnarly veins that looked so manly engorging it with all the blood those vessels could muster.

As he fed me only about half of it through the hole, I greedily gobbled it down as far as he allowed me access to it. The first thing I realized, was that he was thick, really thick, like one of those energy drink cans thick. He offered me about 6 inches of his hard circumcised meat and I attacked it with a passionate vengeance.

I slobbered all over it, getting it wet, slimy wet, sloppy wet, so my lips would slide back and forth over it with no dry friction. Just barely 6 thick inches deep in my mouth, he was already touching my throat and had my mouth stretched wider than I ever had done before to accommodate a cock. His thickness was only rivaled by his length and virility. The heat that came from his cock was unreal, it was crazy warm and reminded me of something that just came out of the oven, which made it even sexier.

I was in heaven as I strained, leaning forward to accept what he offered and almost begging for more, I mashed my forehead hard into the panel and pushed my straining lips as far down his shaft as he allowed me. I sucked on it hard trying to draw more length into my side of the hole. As I slurped on his cock, I’m sure my face was smashed so far into the hole that my lips were basically on his side of the wall trying to get him to feed me more. I was struggling to get more of his length and was trying to coax him into to giving me more, as I proved I could handle what he had already gifted me to worship. Still, as frustrating as it was, he didn’t feed me any more of his length but just let me suck passionately on the 6 inches he offered.

I gobbled up every inch he offered and wanted more. I was in heaven, his cock was magnificent and I would have done this all day if would let me. After maybe 10 minutes of this, me becoming even more frustrated, trying to get more of his cock, maybe sensing that, he inched forward allowing me another 2 inches to nurse on.

I struggled to accommodate the extra couple of inches, letting it enter my throat and beginning to gag and gurgle on it. I always had pretty good control of my gag reflex, but he was at that point where I had to be cautious and make an extra effort on it, mostly because he was so hard and thick. He was still not pressed completely flush and tight into the hole and I’m sure he had already given me 8 inches to worship. He had everything I needed and I worked hard to please him. I slobbered up and down those 8 inches gagging every time it entered my throat, but I never relented. I gave my throat and spirit to him, even though I wretched and choked on it occasionally when it entered my gullet, I offered him my all. In time, maybe another 10 minutes or so, I was relaxed and could handle all he had given me so far without any gagging at all.

He moaned his approval and let me sate myself on his cock for a while. Again, feeling I needed to prove my worth, I strained to press my lips as far into his side of the hole as possible. While it now caused me to wretch occasionally every few strokes as my throat was getting over abused, I fought through it and gagged him deeper in til I had all he offered. It was a very tight fit, but it fit and I proved to him and myself that I could handle it. I sucked on the full 8 inches he offered for at least 10 minutes before he decided to give me the rest.

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This story builds on characters from the “Becoming Kitten” series and many references in here will make much more sense if you read that series first.

This is a work of fiction and all characters are over the age of 18

——-

Stacey stares at herself in the restroom mirror, buttoning up her waitress uniform in the bland fluorescent light.

She’d felt pretty once, not too long ago. The captain of the volleyball team, popular and frisky, she’d enjoyed her body and her life, cavorting with her friends and trying to outdo each other with sexy shenanigans. She’d fucked two guys from the crew team at once, gotten tipsy and learned that she actually loved eating pussy, and flashed her big tits at countless truckers on countless road trips, her hair whipping in the wind and laughter animating her beautiful grinning face.

Her black hair, high cheekbones, and full lips haven’t changed, but now the dark eyes in the mirror stare back at them, unanimated by almost any kind of joy.

She’s kind of pissed at herself for that.

She exhales a frustrated sigh. After graduation her Dad got deployed overseas and of course Mom and Monica had moved with him. She’d had to move out on her own. Far from the glorious freedom all high schoolers believe awaits them on the other side of senior year—it’s pretty much sucked.

A few girls from the team had tried sharing an apartment for a while. All out on their own for the first time, they’d quickly gotten catty with one another. As the team captain, they had looked to her to run things and the truth was that these days she hated running things. She just didn’t have it in her anymore and couldn’t manage the girls. Everyone had take everything personally and they all finally walked away from each other, their friendship a smoking ruin.

Her eyes fill up and she hurriedly wipes at them before a tear can fall.

“Fuck!” her reflection hisses, angry at her. She’s a grown fucking woman! She should be able to take care of herself. Take charge of her life. Make herself happy. She’d always barked at the girls on the team to be strong women. What would they say to her now?

She’s tried some things. Yoga classes, intramural sports teams, even a cooking class. But she floats through it all, going through the motions, her days ticking away and something spinning uselessly deep inside her, some psychic chain never catching in any way.

Since her parents moved away, she’s felt so lost. Everyone thought her wild behavior in high school had been rebellion against her father’s extremely strict authority. But in reality the opposite is true—she had loved his attention, even the clarity of his drill sergeant-like demands. The Colonel loved “his ladies”–Stacey, Monica, and their Mom–and he had always shown his respect for them by making so many decisions for them. They’d loved him for that and the family had been a tight unit.

Her athletic activities had kept her body at a fever pitch—she’d been horny all the time. Sometimes that had driven her to some outrageous behavior, but it had been joyful and adventurous, always knowing she had an ordered and happy home to return to, not “acting out” like the guidance counselors called it. Even as a partier and something of a slut, she had never missed curfew. In her last year of high school, everything had felt in such perfect balance.

But now her family is gone and she barely recognizes the bland soul in the mirror.

She lives by herself in a crappy little place, having to make all her decisions on her own. Working at a diner on the highway and—while some of the regulars are nice and she used to enjoy flirting with them–even that’s gone stale. She goes home at the end of every shift and just feels empty. Like a ghost. The vibrance of her former self seems far away now, a wall of something thick and foggy sits impenetrably between her days now and that joyous, horny, living self she was just a few months ago.

“Be a good girl now,” her father used to say to his ladies when telling them to do things and “That’s my good girl” when they obeyed.

Once, when he was picking her up from school. Jessica and her other friends had heard him say it and they had teased her mercilessly. She had played it cool, rolling her eyes and laughing too. But the truth is that she never outgrew how special those words made her feel. And now, grown up and so alone in the world. . .

It has been so long since anyone has told her she is a good girl.

“STOP IT!” her reflection snaps at her, even angrier, her face flushing with heat. “Don’t be pathetic, Stace! You’re not a little girl. Be strong.”

Chastised by her reflection and ashamed of her girlishness, she nods at her reflection and takes a deep breath, squaring her shoulders.

(Yes. I am strong. I am independent. I will own my life!)

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out the scrap of paper that she’s kept there for days now.

The phone number. The number she’d wanted to text or to call, but had also felt pathetic about wanting that and mardin escort so had not allowed herself.

It was the number that Jessica had given her when she’d come to say goodbye, because she was going off to some fancy college. “The Academy” she’d called it, but hadn’t really said much else about it.

She sighs again, her reflection watching her vigilantly for any cracks in resolve.

Jessica (she goes by “Kay” now) had been so… different when she came by. Her old friend Jessica had always been spunky, but this new version of her, this Kay—-Stacey had to admit— was simply 100 times. . . hotter.

The new blonde hair really worked, but it wasn’t just that. She moved differently. Slower, more fluidly, her hips rolling with a sexy swing on the high heels she had never worn before. She laughed easier and slower now. She almost glowed—more comfortable in her own skin than Stacey had ever known her.

The two had been pretty close friends during high school, double dating sometimes, gossiping and generally getting each other’s back. She sometimes wondered if Jessica even had a sexy crush on her, stealing glances at her in the showers after practice. Stacey had loved the attention, so had strutted a bit slower, dried herself a bit more thoroughly, making sure her big breasts swung high and visible as she worked the towel on her hair when she knew Jessica was watching.

That’s when Stacey has been the vixen, the rambunctious one. Before everything in her life had . . . gone gray.

“Because you let it go gray,” her reflection scolds her again.

(Yes. It’s true. It’s up to me. I’m an adult.)

But then she remembers how much of her pain had leaked out when Kay came to say goodbye. And she’s humiliated all over again. What a wretched display it had been for a team captain.

She’d played it cool at first, trying to be smooth, but things had gotten out of control. . .

——–

They’d been sitting in a booth by the window and Stacey had broached the topic in what she hoped came off as a playful tone.

“Jess—Kay—I have to ask. What’s your secret?”

Kay had beamed a radiant smile, sipping her coke, eyes twinkling. “What do you mean?”

“Well, look at you. Lots of us since graduation, the ones who aren’t going to college, we’re winding up in jobs like this,” she gestured at the diner around her, “and just. . . It’s just kind of sucking for us.” She had smiled, hoping to put a no-big-deal kind of tone in her voice.

“But you got in fucking car crash, lost your mom and Todd, moved in with a dad I’ve never met and you hardly knew, and now here you sit. . .,” Stacey didn’t know how to say it, so she just blurted “You’re so fucking hot, girl!” It sounded so lame. Stacey had always been the flirtatious one, Jessica had been the tomboy. But now as this new Kay, she was just . . . magnetic. So obviously, deeply happy.

The contrast to Stacey’s own deepening misery had flustered her all the more—rising up like a bubble in her throat. She’d looked out the window as the wave crashed over her, unable to look her fiend in the eye. She was so ashamed of her unhappiness. Swallowing hard, she’d looked back quickly, forcing a smile on her face and relieved to see her surge of emotion had gone unnoticed.

“Aw, thanks Stace,” Kay had said, sounding genuinely touched. Her beautiful eyes had regarded Stacey for a long moment then, and Stacey had been surprised to feel something warm turn over in her belly as the gaze lingered.

Finally Kay seemed to make a decision, and spoke quietly. “Well, you could say I. . . met somebody.”

“Ah ha!” Stacey exclaimed, leaning back. “That’s it. The honeymoon stage of a new fling. That’s why you’re all aglow.” Relief had flooded through her at that point. At least there was something she could point to in Kay’s life to explain the difference between them. It’s not that she was just a broken loser.

Kay smiled a secret smile. “Sort of. I guess you could say that.”

“So, who is he? When can I meet him?”

That secret smile again. “I don’t know, honestly. It’s a little. . . complicated.”

“What, is he married? Are you a home wrecker now?”

Kay laughed along. “No, he’s not married. Nothing like that.” She unconsciously fingered a beautiful choker necklace she wore.

“So, what’s the deal?”

“Well, I’m going away to the Academy so soon. I’m not sure when we’ll be able to. . . get together.”

“Wow that sucks for you—just meet a new guy and then have to go away to school. Sorry girl.”

Kay was unflustered. “Oh it’s not so bad. . . But enough about me. How have you been?”

Stacey told her what she could, putting on a good face, and soft-pedaling the undertow of misery that seemed to suck at her every day.

“Heard from your folks?”

Not meaning to, Stacey coughed a sigh like she’d been punched in the gut. She blushed a little, feeling caught “Not much, no.”

“Do you miss them?”

She felt her eyes water, and she wiped at van escort them. “. . . yeah, sorta. . .” (GODDAMMIT!) This was torture. She was an adult, she was supposed to be loving the free life of adulthood. The wave of emptiness rose up in her again.

Her guts churned in conflict–her friend’s presence and questions were bringing her sadness to the surface, but she was increasingly furious at herself for feeling this way. (What a fucking pussy! What a dishrag!)

“Wasn’t your dad kind of a hardass?” Kay’s question was not judgmental, but of sincere curiosity.

“Oh yeah. . . Everyone thought he was a strict old bastard but. . . ” she struggled. Why was this so hard to say? Thinking of her laundry, her bills, the mess of her life, she whispered almost to herself, “Maybe I kind of needed the rules.” She looked around the diner with a haunted gaze.

After a long silence, she brought her eyes back to Kay, who was sitting very still, regarding her with a gentle intensity. Finally Kay reached over and took her hand—her touch warm and so. . . soft. Stacey felt something weird happen to her own breathing. Something she’d never noticed before when she hung out with Jessica.

Kay then spoke very quietly. “Stacey, I know exactly what you mean. Exactly. That’s one of the things I love so much about . . . this new guy. He has some really. . . really great. . . rules.” She lifted her eyebrows conspiratorially and held her choker out with finger and thumb, clearly indicated it was one of the rules.

Stacey paused, confused. “What do you m—Oh!” It dawned on her that the choker wasn’t just a necklace. It was a collar. She leaned in close, grasping her friends hands tightly and hissing, “Holy Shit, girl! Are you into some weird kinky shit now? What’s going on?”

Kay laughed, an easy, happy, almost giggling laugh. “Yeah, I guess you could say that.”

Stacey was shocked. Jessica had always been such a—well a horndog, for sure—but otherwise such a regular girl. Sneakers, sweats, that kind of thing. Now she’s out strutting around in high heels and a collar.

Stacey persisted. “So what the hell? What does he do to you?”

Kay’s eyes glazed over briefly, honeyed by remembered pleasures. “Oh—everything. Everything. He’s just. . . Amazing.”

Stacey leaned back, exhaling deeply. Reconsidering this friend of hers who seemed so different now. Like she didn’t really know her at all.

“Wow. Uh. Wow. I don’t know if I could do that.”

“Do what?”

“Uh. Be. . . submissive like that. Somebody’s–what? Property?”

“You’d be surprised.”

“What do you mean?”

Kay sighed. “It’s hard to explain. You’d think having these rules and being so. . . the word is ‘subby’. . . would be, I don’t know, demeaning or something. But it’s really, really not. It’s glorious.”

Something inside Stacey was actually offended at her friend’s easy comfort with saying that. What about women being strong? What about women being independent and charting the course of their own lives? Some angry part of her felt. . . betrayed by what her friend was telling her. She’d leaned in, hissing quietly again. “You’re wearing a collar for fucks sake! Where’s your pride? Does he keep you in a cage?”

It only pissed her off more that Kay just laughed again, “No, and no—though that might be fun to try. I know what you’re thinking, but the fact is I just love it. It’s sexy as hell of course, but it’s also. . . It feels really safe. You feel really taken care of. And it’s helped me become. . .” she struggles for words, then sighs. “More at home in myself.”

With those words, something had begun flowing in Kay’s voice that stabbed at Stacey. There was a warmth, a softness, an obvious feeling of safety and confidence—echoes of belonging, of home. Something she missed so badly. She missed that feeling of belonging. . . .

(I’m a fucking grown and independent woman.)

She blinked. “I don’t know, girl. I just don’t know. Too weird.”

Kay nodded. “I get it. It sounds weird. But it’s—it’s just awesome. I don’t know what I’d do without my Daddy.”

(What.). “You call him Daddy?!”

Something shifted behind Kay’s eyes, as if she’d caught herself off balance and was righting herself. “Yeah. It’s. . . my nickname for him.” She blushed a little.

“That’s just—whoa.” Stacey was having a hard time keeping up. This was nuts, but it was incredible gossip! Just wait until she told—

Then it hit her. She had no one to tell.

Her closest friendships had burned up in and her parents were gone, rarely even returning texts. Suddenly, like a volcano erupting inside her, she realized how all alone she was in the world. She looked around the restaurant—well-lit, but identical to a thousand others just like it across the country—and realized that this was all her life was now. Being a diner waitress and watching TV alone. Identical to a thousand other lives just like it across the country.

In the weirdest, blurtiest moment of her life, she started ankara escort sobbing.

It was bizarre and absolutely shameful. In an instant, she felt like she was watching herself from the outside melting down, hanging onto this one last friend for dear life. Something about her friend’s new presence–her warmth and genuineness–created a soft welcoming moment into which she flowed like a child.

“Oh god, Jess!” She sobbed, “I’m so depressed.”

Concern stormed across Kay’s face and she leaned in, “Stace, what’s wrong? Are you OK?”

Stacey put all her effort into controlling her tears, looking around to make sure no one important was seeing her. She dabbed at her eyes quickly with the paper napkin.

“I’m sorry. I’m just so— I don’t know what to do with my life. All the stupid things in life you have to do and decide. I’ve always had my D—” she didn’t want to say it. She was completely humiliated.

“. . . You’ve always had your Daddy.” Kay whispered.

(FUCK!) Shame flushed through her like a flood of hot and cold. She felt herself blushing. Maybe she shivered. It was just so weird. She hated that she so deeply needed that feeling of belonging again. She looked forlornly around the stupid diner again. Now she belonged nowhere. To no one.

She looked up and saw such care and love in Kay’s eyes—deep affection radiating off of her. It had been a long time since anyone had looked at her like that, and it made that heat in her belly roll around again.

“Stacey,” Kay said quietly. “I’m going to tell you something.”

Stacey took a deep breath to chase away her sobbing. She dabbed at her eyes and wiped her nose. “Yeah?”

“My guy and I. . . We’re—well, we’re. . . not exclusive.”

Stacey furrowed her eyebrows. “What?”

“And I’ll be away at the Academy. So he’ll have a lot of time and energy and—well—I think you’d like each other.”

“What?” Stacey repeated. “Are you really trying to set me up with your. . . what? Your used boyfriend?”

They both smiled at the joke.

Kay kept speaking quietly, slowly. “I’m saying that I think he could give you what you’re missing right now. I know he could. If you both want it.”

Stacey concentric on breathing in and out. This was so weird. Everything about this was weird.

(But look at how happy she is! Look at how at peace!). It was undeniable. Her friend Jessica—now transformed into this beautiful woman Kay—had a peaceful presence that Stacey was increasingly desperate to experience just a fraction of for herself.

And if this guy could give it to her. . .

“This is so weird.”

“I know. But it’s a really great kind of weird.”

Stacey took a deep breath. Fuck it. What did she have to lose? “O.K. . . . O.K. Yeah. I’ll meet him.”

Kay’s smile had widened into a beautiful grin, showing her amazing dimples that Stacey had always found adorable. “Awesome! I’ll talk to him and get back to you.”

—-

That had been a week ago, and now Stacey stands in the bleak flourescent light of the restroom at work, still contemplating the emptiness of her life and angry at not being a self-possessed woman charging into a successful career.

Having gone back over the memories of that pathetic, needful display, her reflection is freshly furious with her.

“Are you strong or not, Stacey?” it asks her, point blank. Her scalp burns as she glares at herself, some kind of deep internal negotiation tumbling furiously inside her.

She gasps as her phone vibrates. Flustered, she pulls it out of her pocket. It’s a text.

It’s a text from that number.

Hi Stacey. It’s Nick. Kay tells me we should meet. I’d like that.

She looks back up at her reflection in the mirror, with something that feels like quicksilver running up and down her spine.

(Am I strong or not?)

“It’s something,” she tells her reflection, a determined strength in her voice. “It’s something to try.”

That feels right. Strong women don’t just sit around miserable. They try things.

———-

The cab drives off, leaving her alone in the hilltop cul de sac.

She is standing outside his front door, heart pounding in her chest. This is the home of the man who turned her friend Jessica from a tightly-wound athlete into the calmest, happiest friend she has right now, going off to some fancy Academy while the rest of her friends. . . well, she doesn’t know.

She doesn’t have any other friends.

She looks around in the rosy light of sunset. It’s a super nice house in the hills, deep green trees flanking a short driveway with lanterns on either side, and the house itself stretching away downslope. It’s nothing like the Army housing she lived in most of her life–either on-base housing or cheap apartment complexes.

This place is somewhat secluded, but the ride up had been through lush neighborhoods and she’s glad to find that it’s not creepy or anything.

Her senses are on high alert because she has no idea what to expect from this guy that. . . well, she has to admit, he seemed to do amazing things for Kay.

She sighs, acknowledging to herself for the hundredth time that—even though she’s a strong and independent woman—she needs that kind of transformation. The thought of living the rest of her life as lonely and. . . useless as she is now is too depressing to consider.

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