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Everyone has their secrets. Here’s one of mine:

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My relationship with my boyfriend started as a one-night stand, and soon we both fell hard for each other. Within 2 years we were living together, and 6 years later all I would think about was leaving. No relationship is perfect, but mine soon became full of deception and verbal abuse, lack of conversation…and, ultimately, lack of intimacy. I craved a diversion.

When he left to visit family (or so he said) in the Dominican Republic, I decided to take advantage of his absence and try to have some fun. I was only 28 at the time with no children.

It was a hot and humid day in early July. I just got to work but I couldn’t wait to leave. The shift seemed to last forever. I worked the PM shift at a hotel in Manhattan at the time. The schedule was 3 to 11. Time flew when it was busy, but today was a quiet day. Not too many people coming or going.

My coworkers were my saving grace. Around 10 they started talking about going out and grabbing some drinks after work at a lounge in the Bronx. It didn’t matter that it was a Wednesday. There’s always somewhere to go to drink and dance. At first I was skeptical, but they talked me into it.

At 11:15 I was in the locker room checking my reflection in the huge mirror that was never properly cleaned. At least I could still see myself past all the handprints and various smudges. 5’8, very curvy with most of my weight in my hips thighs and ass. I lost 20lbs recently so my tummy was flat and my breasts were small but I was ok with that. My most noticeable feature was my face. People always told me that my face reminded them of either Angelina Jolie or Charlize Theron…I don’t think they look alike, at all. Long black hair, big blue eyes, a small nose, full pretty lips. I was great with makeup, too.

Turning around to check out my big butt, I realized that the high waist leggings that I wore today were a bit see-through and showed the tattoo on my butt cheek. “Oh well…” I wear a uniform at work, so I dressed mainly for comfort today, not planning on going anywhere besides work and home. So here I was in a tight white t-shirt, high waist black leggings, and black strappy sandals; a simple outfit that managed to accentuate my small waist and wide hips. I let my long hair down and put on some lipgloss.

“Did you bring anything to change into?” asked Şerifali Escort my coworker Jenny. She was a petite pretty thing with caramel skin and long blonde hair. Jenny was wearing a white clingy mini dress. I guess she planned this earlier.

“No, If I go with you guys I have to go like this”.

“Girl, you look sexy anyway. I’ll wear flats if that makes you feel better”.

We spent a few more minutes in front of the mirror and then met up with the guys. I had no romantic interest in none of them but the 3 of them were fun to be around and always had me laughing.

It was 1am when we pulled up in front of the lounge. I drove with Jenny, and the guys were in a separate car. After a frustrating 20 minutes looking for parking I was dying for a Long Island.

Walking up to the main entrance of the lounge, I couldn’t help but notice a bunch of motorcycles outside to the right of the building.

“Ooo…biker boysss” whispered Jenny grabbing my arm. I laughed.

As soon as we walked inside, the guys picked a table and ordered two bottles and a hookah. I wasn’t in the mood for vodka and cranberry so I ordered myself a Long Island iced tea and got lost in the bachata music blasting from the speakers.

Mike, one of my coworkers, stood up and pulled me to dance with him. As he spun me around, I noticed the group of guys in the right corner of the room. They occupied at least 5 tables and all of them were bikers. All of them young, in their 20’s & 30’s…Latino (mostly Dominican and Puerto Rican I thought)…and HOTTTTTT. Tall, dark, tattooed…wearing jeans, white tanks or t-shirts and navy vests with the name of their motorcycle crew on them. Some were looking in our direction. MY direction. Suddenly I felt a little self-conscious with all these eyes on me.

“Mike, I’m gonna go for a smoke. Be right back.” I told him and grabbed my purse from the table. Jenny and the other two were busy taking turns with the hookah and downing shots.

I tried not to look in the direction of the bikers as I walked past them to go outside.

The cooler night air felt amazing on my heated skin. That drink was strong. Especially on an empty stomach. I wasn’t surprised that I was already feeling a bit buzzed. I never sip my drinks…I gulp them down right away.

I took long pulls of my cigarette enjoying the moment.

“So which one is your Ümraniye Escort boyfriend, beautiful?” a deep voice startled me. I turned to my left and saw one of the biker guys walking over to me grinning. He was tall, very tall…maybe 6’4 with muscular arms covered with tattoos. His eyes were dark and the way his eyebrows were shaped made him look angry but his lips were full and turned up in a smirk.

“What?” I answered.

“The guys you’re with…which one is your man?” he repeated, grabbing my hand helping himself to the lighter that I was holding. His action shocked me and I took a step away from him. He handed back the lighter after lighting his cigarette.

“You’re welcome…” I said, annoyed. “And they are just my friends. We work together”

“I see…so where’s the hubby”

“That’s none of your business” I was getting a little irritated.

“Relax mami, I’m asking cause you look too good to be out without your man…and I know you have one.”

“You’re right, I do…but he’s not around so I’m just having an evening out with friends. Can’t a girl just enjoy herself without supervision?”

“Ok ok…what’s your name?” he asked, his eyes staring into mine. He had this mischievous look on his face that was unnerving.

“Katya” I answered.

“I’m James…you like bikes?” he asked pointing to the sporty motorcycles parked by the wall.

“They scare me” I was being honest. I had a fear of motorcycles ever since my cousin crashed one and ended up a vegetable in a wheelchair.

“That red & white Suzuki is mine…you should let me take you for a ride…I’ll take it easy at first so you’ll get used to it.”

“I don’t think so. I’m too much of a chicken. Maybe one day I would get on one but not anytime soon” I answered. “I’m going back in to my friends. It was nice meeting you.” I said and turned towards the door.

“Ok baby…I’ll come find you later” he replied. I swear I heard him murmur “Mmm” when I turned around and I felt his eyes on my ass until the door closed behind me.

God he was sexy. Totally my type and more. I hoped he would find me later.

I squeezed my way through the dancing bodies to our table. I couldn’t believe how packed this place has become on a Wednesday.

Jenny was shaking her ass to the beat and the guys had found themselves dancing partners.

“Katya! Take shots with meee!” Üsküdar Escort she yelled when she saw me.

“Ok fine” I gave in to her cute puppy dog eyes and we downed a few. I had to keep reminding myself that I drove, and I had to watch myself. I felt more than buzzed and I knew that I had to dance this off. The DJ was awesome mixing Salsa, bachata, merengue, reggae, house, hip hop, 80s freestyle…a little bit of everything.

My eyes were closed, hips swaying when I felt strong arms around me. I spun around was pulled against James’ chest. He smelled like Dolce&Gabbana cologne and cigarettes. I felt his hands slide down my sides and gasped as he cupped and squeezed my ass. I felt his hot breath by my ear and a chill went down my spine.

“I told you I’d find you. Come…” he said and pulled me towards a different corner of the lounge. Apparently, he knew this place well because as we turned a corner there was another room where they hold private events. It was completely empty and dimly lit with the same music blasting through the speakers in the corners.

My heart started beating fast. The music changed to bachata again. He grabbed my ass again and pulled me tight against his body. He started moving his hips and I followed his lead, distracted with his big hands palming my cheeks. I’ve never danced bachata this way. It is a sensual dance but this had me breathing hard. I’ll never forget the moment when he spun me around and then pulled me towards him again and slid his hands down my leggings and grabbed each cheek.

“Mmm all this thickness…I love it mami” he said and licked those full lips. I was getting so wet. This was so different…I felt that I had no control.

He kept on squeezing and inching his fingers lower towards my pussy but it was too much too fast for me. I pulled away from him. “I need a cigarette and some air, papi…I’ll be back” I said and without looking at his face I left the room.

Weaving through the crowd was a blur but I finally made it outside. I leaned against the cold brick wall taking deep breaths. I felt beads of sweat rolling down my neck and in between my breasts. My pussy was wet and I was incredibly horny.

I pulled out a cigarette but couldn’t find my lighter. My head was down as I was digging through my purse so I didn’t see him coming until I heard him right in front of me.

“Looking for this?” I looked up and there was James holding out my lighter. But before I got a chance to take it from him he put it back in his pocket and grabbed my arms pulling them up above my head pinning me to the wall.

And then he leaned down and kissed me.

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Here I was, walking home after another day of work. For the last few months, I feel like my wife was a bit dissatisfied. I tried to initiate sex a bit more and take her on some weekend trips. I don’t know why, but she seemed frustrated by something.

“What’s that?” I asked myself. For an unknown reason to me, I had drifted off my usual route to the entrance of a small thrift shop I had never seen before. Strangely, I felt compelled to enter it.

Once inside, a small-framed woman greeted me: “How can I help you… Wait, do not tell me. I can see it. A loving couple but a frustrated wife. I know what you need.”

Without waiting, she went under the desk shuffling through articles.

“Here you go! That is what you need,” she said, presenting a cock cage.

Shocked, I answered: “What? Why?”

“Because you only think with your dick, and you never noticed your wife faked her orgasms. With this, you will be forced to focus more on her needs. But I am not forcing you to take it, it is just a suggestion.”

Now that I thought about that, it all did make sense.

“Alright. You may be right. How much will it cost me?”

“Oh, it’s free for now. If you like it, you can come back to pay me however you want.”

Strange, but oh well why not. “Thanks…”

Back home, while I was starting to make out with my wife in bed, I remembered what the shopkeeper had told me.

“Hey honey, look at what I got us today.”

“… You got a chastity cage. Why?” she responded confused.

“I just came to the realization that I don’t give you enough care. So with this, I’m locked until you think I deserve to be unlocked,” I said while locking my cock in the tight apparatus and giving her the key.

“Oh, I don’t know what to say.”

“You don’t have to say anything, let me do my thing,” I said while gliding my tongue down her slit.

For some reason, I just felt like this time I had to take my time. Started by gently kissing her lower lips barely grazing them. Then some gentle licks from the bottom to the top, her honey-like scent filled my mouth. Her moans seem to indicate that I was doing well. When I started to suck on her clit and inserted a finger in her, all hell broke loose. She gripped my hair and jammed my face on her wet cunt. I continued until she convulsed and screamed.

“Oh shit babe, that was so good. Let me unlock you. You deserve this one.”

As she unlocked me, a stream of precum dripped from my hard cock. I Şerifali Escort pressed my raging hardon on her dripping pussy and as I thrust inside I felt like I was already on the verge of cumming.

“Oh shit babe, it’s so good. I don’t think I’ll last long.”

“Let go, honey. Cum in me. You deserve it!”

With those words, I felt my balls constrict and my dick throbbed. Soon enough jets of cum spurted out of my cock in her tight slit.

“Oh wow, that was fast… But that’s okay. Your tongue just gave me the best climax I had in months!”

I guess that eating her out made me a bit too excited, but that doesn’t matter as both of us seemed happy. I left the cage on the nightstand before going to sleep.

As I woke up, I felt the hand of my wife stroking my chest. She had a playful smile.

“Want to go for another round before starting the day? Just put your cage, and we can do like yesterday.”

I looked at the nightstand, but the cage wasn’t there anymore… Only the key. By instinct, I decided to feel my crotch, and here it was. Locked on my dick was the cage.

“I think, it’s already on me…”

“Oh, you’re so kinky!” She said as she spread her legs for me.

After another mind-blowing orgasm of hers, she unlocked you. But for some reason, you felt even more sensitive and your cock seemed a bit.. smaller? Probably because it passed the night in the cage.

She took the doggy position and as I aligned my cock to her drenched pussy, precum was flowing out of me. I thrust one time… two… and three-time in her and… fuck!

“Oh shit honey, you’re so tight. I can’t…I’m already cuming!” spurrt spurrt.

“That’s it, babe. Let your cummies get out, yes like that”

Fuck… that’s two times in a row that I cum so fast. Well, at least my wife didn’t seem to mind my two last quickies.

After this, I again put the chastity cage on the nightstand and left for work.

As much as I liked the fact that my wife seem happy about our new habit, something about this cage felt off. Did I put it on during the night? Did she do it while I slept? Something doesn’t add up.

Another day passed and I was already on the bus coming back home. I just laid my head back a bit and felt sleep creeping up on me.

I woke up in a hurry nearly missing my stop. As I stepped down from the bus, something felt off in my crotch… Feeling it a bit over my pants, I instantly knew what was wrong.

“Fuck! How is İstanbul Escort this possible! I left the cage back home. Now it’s back on me.”

After coming to this realization, I sprinted back home. When I arrived, my wife was there.

“Honey! Something is wrong with the chastity cage. I don’t know why, but it put itself back on.”

“What do you mean babe? Is something wrong with the cage? Usually, you’re fine wearing it for long periods. Take off your pants and let me take a look at it.” She said, taking a key that was on her necklace…

You dropped your pants and as she started to unlock you, you continued your explanation: ” I don’t think you understand I didn’t have it on me this morning, and it just appeared back on me!”

“What are you saying? You’ve been wearing it religiously for a year. Here let me look at your clitty. Oh, you’re already dripping, you naughty boy.”

My cock was so small. It was at the most 3″ long! Yet, the soft touch of her hand was enough to make it throb and drip.

“Now, back in the cage. You know the rules, mister.”

“No, please!”

“No pleading. Here, don’t you feel more comfortable with this on? Now, seeing that little cocklet of yours got me all warmed up. You know what to do.”

Almost as if it was a reflex, I started to squeeze her breasts and stroke her thigh. My face got closer and closer to her crotch. It felt so natural to do this. As if I had already done this a million times.

My nose was pressed against her moist panties. My heavy breathing on her warm pussy made her moan. I took down her undies, exposing her pink cunt. I knew exactly what to do. I softly grazed her labia with my lips.

Those soft touches made her shudder. Her taste on my tongue was so sweet. I licked her for what seemed like an eternity. She let out a muffled scream at each passage of my tongue. As I started to circle her clit, she gripped my hair.

“Oh fuck, babe. You’re really the best. Mmmm!”

With my finger in her moving in unison with my tongue, I could feel she was coming closer. I could feel her squeeze my head between her thighs. Her pussy convulsed on my finger as she screamed in pleasure.

“Ah, shit… I’m there! I’m coming, I’m coming!”

“That was so good, hubby! You deserve a release. What would you prefer, a hand job, or do you want me to suck on your little guy?” She asked as she unlocked me.

“I’d prefer to be in you, babe.”

“Oh, you think you can? Ümraniye Escort Alright, I’m waiting.”

Shockingly, my cock wasn’t any bigger than before, but there was so much precum. As my clitty approached her pussy I could feel it throb harder and harder. I was almost there, my glans touched her wet lips. My balls constricted, my pelvic muscles convulsed like crazy. As I thrust my tiny dick in her, it just slipped up on her clit and I came all over her stomach. Spurt after spurt of my small cum canon. I couldn’t believe it. I wasn’t even able to enter her!

“Oh, you’re so cute, sweetie! You acted like you were actually gonna fuck me with your lil peepee.”

“But… But I wasn’t like that before putting on this cage.”

“What are you talking about honey? You always had that small dick. Anyway, let me put back this cage on your cock”

I can’t believe it. It’s not possible. My whole world seems to be crumbling on my small cock.

But you know what? I know how to prove her wrong! A few years ago when we met I used to send her dick pics. So, I started to search my photo library. Yes! Here I knew had those…

Wait a second. What the fuck is going on. Those photos that dated more than a year back still only showed a tiny hard cock. Was I always like this? That’s impossible!

Fuck, the only thing I could think of was to go back to the shop that gave me the cage.

The following morning, I got up with the cage still on my dick and my wife beside me. I could feel my cock was stiff, but it wasn’t all that tight in my cage… As if it was just the right size.

“You’re playing with your cage this early baby,” asked my wife.

“Oh, I was just checking if the fit was alright,” I lied.

“Alright, I thought you might have had another wet dream,” she said stretching and letting her breasts in full view.

I could feel my little cocklet get even stiffer in my cage. The sight of her perfect tits was just too much. I could feel it. The familiar throbbing feeling of my small cock. Soon enough, I made an accident in my cage.

“Oh sweetie, are you alright? You’re panting. Did you cum in your panties again?”

My panties? As I pull up the blanket, I saw that I was wearing a pair of panties soiled by my own cum, over my cage that seemed even smaller than before.

“Oh, that’s alright. I know how sensitive your microclit is for my tits. It’s the best compliment you can give me!”

“Thanks, honey…” I answered a bit in despair.

After breakfast, I walked right over to the shop that gave me the cage. Only to find an empty parking lot in its place… What am I gonna do? I am left with such a small premature dick. Is this gonna be how I am for the rest of my life?

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The Bridesmaid and the Best man

Today was the day my best friend was marrying my elder brother Danny and I could not be happier for them, the only problem I was going to have was with the best man, Scott, who used to be my boy friend. I promised myself that I was over him and that he was not going to upset me today.

Our dresses were forest green, a little low cut at the front and just above the knees in length; under them we wore a suspender and stockings, why Nicki asked us to wear them I will never know. Our hair was pulled back in a high ponytail so that the ends of our hair were resting on our shoulders and we carried a small bouquet of flowers.

Kelly and I both being the bridesmaids help Nicki into the vintage car that was to take her to her wedding and then both hopped into the two separate cars behind her. Arriving at the church we all had quick last minute touch ups done on our make up and then made our way to the entrance. The organ began to play the wedding march and I began my way up the isle.

My heart skipped a beat as I saw the three men up the front of the church, all in their tuxedos they all look so hansom. Danny’s broad smile made me so proud to be his sister that day. I could feel Scott’s eyes burn into me as I reached the top of the church and I turned to glance at Paul the groomsman watch his wife make her way to his side. Camera Flashes lit up the church as Nicki then made her way to the front on her fathers arm. Both her and Danny’s eyes were locked together and the love showed.

The ceremony was over and my heart froze as Scott took my arm to escort me back down the isle. He was a big man, and I felt like a child next to him. He was smiling broadly as we walked out of the church as if it was him that had just got married. I pulled my arm away from him and went to turn away when he grabbed my elbow and kept me standing with him. I stood there smiling sweetly for the photos hiding my hurt about what had happened between Scott and I a few months before. Inside I was fuming and wanted to be as far away from him as possible, but for the sake of Danny and Nicki I would smile and be pleasant in front of everyone.

Scott held open the car door for me like a gentleman and then the driver closed it behind him when he climbed in behind me. My father stood with camera in hand and was taking photos of the bridal party in each car as they departed and as he took the photo of our car Scott lent over and kissed me. He had made sure it was just as the photo was taken. I pulled away from him .

“What the hell do you think you are doing?” I snapped.

“Giving everyone what they want!” he replied smugly. “You know everyone wants us to be together.”

“Everyone except you and me.” I spat at him. He rested his hand on my knee and I slapped it away. “Don’t touch me Scott!”

“Well you are going to have to let me while we dance, god Shaz you look so beautiful today.” His hand was again on my knee and I again slapped it away. “You will give into me by the end of the night, I promise you that.”

I did not give him the satisfaction of an answer but deep down I promised İstanbul Escort myself that I would never allow that to happen. I was so sure it was hate I felt for him at that moment.

The reception was being held in a conference room of a big hotel and the setting was beautiful. I was seated between Danny and Scott with Kelly and Paul on the other side of the Nicki. The dinner was lovely and the speeches were over so now there was the cutting of the cake and then the wedding waltz would start. I was dreading having to dance with Scott but knowing I had to just for the one dance.

He walked me to the dance floor, took me in his big strong arms and pulled me closer than necessary, I tried to pull away but his hand in the middle of my back held me firmly against him. All my scenes come to life at once and I could smell his aftershave. I melted against him and enjoyed the dance. At the end of the dance my father stepped up and tapped Scott on the shoulder.

“May I dance with my lovely daughter please Scott?” I began to dance with my father and my nerves began to settle. “It sure is nice to see the two of you back together.”

“Back together, what are your talking about?” I almost yelled.

“You and Scott, don’t think I missed that kiss in the back of the car. Darling your mother and I are so happy for the two of you.” Before I could reply I was dancing with someone else and that went on for a while before I could escape the dance floor.

I walked outside and lit a cigarette, my mind whirling, where had everyone got the idea that Scott and I were back together. Hell would freeze over before I ever let that happen.

A arm sliding around my waist startled me and I turned to see Scott smiling down at me.

“Let me go Scott!” I fumed at him, tears welling up in my eyes.

“Never,” He whispered in my ear. “you are mine forever.”

“Please Scott don’t do this to me again, I couldn’t stand it.” I pulled away and walked back inside. I almost ran to the ladies room for some privacy and to try to compose myself. When I came back out Scott was standing at the bar knocking back a couple of Whiskeys.

Paul telling me I had not yet danced with him dragged me back to the dance floor. After awhile I began to relax and enjoy myself. The night was starting to wind down and Scott had left me alone except for staring at me with a dirty look on his face. The DJ had started to slow the music back to waltz’s and couples were dancing close. I was dancing with Chris a young friend of our family and laughing

“I might cut in here if you don’t mind buddy and dance with my lady.”

“I don’t believe I belong to you Scott.” I snapped and continued to dance with Chris.

“I said bugger off mate!” Scott spat back startling Chris with his tone and looks. Chris walked away and Scott roughly grabbed me around the waist. “And don’t you make a seen either.” He said when I tried to pull away.

He smiled pleasantly at everyone as we all said good bye to the bride and groom. Just you wait until I get you after this you prick I thought to myself. I walked back outside to have Escort Bayan another cigarette and when I walked back in nearly everyone had gone, including my parents who were giving me a ride home. I looked around startled and seen Chris standing with his back against the wall, arms crossed over his massive chest and a smug look back on his face.

I glared back at him and turned to walk outside.

“I told your parents I would take you home.” He called across the room.

I ignored him and kept walking. I heard his footsteps coming after me and I started to run. I only made it as far as the car park where his car was the only one there when he caught up to me.

“Don’t ever run from me Shaz. You know I hate that!” he yelled as he grabbed my arm and swung me around to face him.

“Then let me go.” I was crying now and trying to pull away from his embrace.

“Let me drive you home so we can talk then.”

“I am not getting in the car with you, you have been drinking.” I stood there as stubborn as a child wanting it’s own way.

“I have had two drinks all night. God do really think I would put you in danger.” He sounded offended. He grabbed me again and pressed his lips against mine forcing my mouth open with his tongue. “ Can you taste whiskey on me.” He murmured against my lips. “No you can’t now get in the car.”

“Who the fucken hell do you think you are to tell me what to do.” I screamed at him when he let my arm go to unlock the car and I slapped him across the face.

With a gasp of shock he grabbed me again and dragged me to the front of the car and pinned me against the bonnet and himself.

“You little bitch. Now you have really made me mad. You thought dancing with that bloody Chris bloke made me mad well now it is payback time.” He picked me up and slid me up on the bonnet of his car. Grabbing me with both hands either side of the face he kissed me roughly.

I fought him and tried to push him away, he moved one had to the middle of my back and pulled me closer to him and held my arms with the other pulling them above my head. He laid me down and held me with his weight until I stopped struggling. The hand that had been up my back was now caressing my breasts and his breathing was regeared or was it mine. His touch was driving me and my nipples were erect and hard, to my surprise his kiss had softened and my mouth was sucking madly on his tongue. I didn’t want this to happen but his touch was to good for me to tell him to stop. His hands were now hitching up my dress.

“Scott, if you do this it will be rape.” I cried

“Tell me to stop then, and tell me that you are not as excited as your knickers are telling me you are.” He breathed heavily in my ear and then kissed me down the neck. “God babe you are so wet and these bloody stocking are so sexy.” He hissed, his hand rubbing my soaking knickers.

No matter how much I wanted to tell him to stop, I just couldn’t. I felt like I was in heaven again, he knew just the right places to touch me. My breathing was coming in gasps as he pushed my knickers aside and began to run his fingers over Eskort my already swollen clit and down to my soaking and waiting cunt. He pushed a finger inside me as if testing the depth of me. I found that his weight was no longer pinning me down and I spread my legs to give him more access to me.

I could feel his rock hard and very thick cock through his trousers rubbing against my thigh and I reached up to release it from its confine.

“Don’t touch me, not yet babe, I couldn’t stand it and I want to please you first.” He said restraining my arms again above my head and pushing two fingers inside me rotating them to make me squirm against his hand. His eyes were full of lust as he watched, waited and finger fucked me to orgasm, as soon as he felt my mussels start to pulsate he thrust his face into my pussy and hungrily licked up my pussy juice then sucked and tongued me to another orgasm. My head was spinning and I didn’t think I would be able to stand.

He pulled his trousers down and showed me his almost as thick as my rest 8 inch cock.

“Now it is your turn, you still love this don’t you?” he asked as I slid off the car bonnet and down onto my knees to suck his enormous penis in my mouth.

I ran my tongue around the purple head and slowly down the side of it, back up again and then slowly I sucked it into my mouth. He hissed in a breath as I started to suck on him harder and faster, he grabbed my pony tail so he could control how deep I sucked him.

“OH fuck you do that good babe, oh god yeah. Nobody can do it the way you can. Oh yeah that’s it, good girl all the way now.” He hissed as he thrust his cock down my throat. “Quick hop back up on the bonnet and let me fuck you good.” He lifted me and turned me around so he could enter me from behind, the head of his cock just entering me. He started off thrusting in slow short strokes with his fingers rubbing my clit, then when I started to squirm again he thrust a little deeper and harder. He pulled out again and turned me over again so I was on my back with my legs up around his shoulders and he could watch my face. He entered me again with one hard deep thrust and I screamed out in pleasure. Harder and deeper we thrust against each other until my insides again were pulsating. He threw his head back and with a growl from deep inside he filled me with his cum.

We fixed our clothing and got into the car, tears were streaming down my face. He reached across and took my hand in his.

“Why are you crying Shaz? Did I hurt you?” he asked looking very confused

“Why do you do this?” I sobbed. “Why do you make me love you and then leave me?”

“I am not leaving you babe!” he pulled me into his arms in the dark.

“Now look what you have done, you have made me fall in love with you again and I didn’t want to.” I cried into his chest, his hand rubbing my back. He held me until I stopped crying and then he pushed me back so he could look me in the face. His face seemed damp too as if he had been crying.

“I never wanted to hurt you do you hear that, I love you more than life it’s self. God the passed few months have been hell for me, not being able to hold you and the only way I know to keep you for myself is to marry you. Babe I didn’t want to propose like this but I am so will you please say yes and promise to never leave me again?”

“Yes. Yes I will.” I sobbed.

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It was 10:00 o’clock and the office was as dead as an empty keg. Tara sat in front of her computer plucking away at the keys in front of her. “Such a sucker”, she thought to herself. It was her birthday and here she was the only one working late. Just as she was letting out a big sigh she heard a rustle around the corner. She had thought no one else was on this floor. She slowly scooted back in her chair to peak around the corner of her cubicle.

She looked first one way and then the other, and just when she was convinced it was nothing her eyes spotted something moving on the wall to the left of her. Tara pushed her chair back a little more and there sitting in the hallway was a cupcake, just sitting by itself. A lone candle was in its center casting shadows on the walls and that is what she had seen move. She let out her breath and smiled to herself, a curious half smile.

Tara got up from her chair and began to walk slowly towards the flickering tease. Arriving at the cupcake she bent and while looking down the hall, blew out the candle. As the smoke rose from the candle she noticed that down the hall the door to the conference room was open and another cupcake sat, with another candle glowing, in the doorway. She shook her head and began to walk towards it. A smile spread across her lips as she strode down the hall. When she arrived at the door she again picked up the cake and blew out the candle.

She looked around the conference room but it was dark except for one lit cupcake on the center of the table. She peeked into the room but could not see into the shadowy corners. She shrugged to herself and walked to the table. Placing the other two cupcakes down she reached over to pick up the lit one. When her hand reached the cupcake she felt someone push up against her from behind. Large hands gripped around her waist and pulled her and the lit cupcake upright.

Tara’s eyes became large as she was slightly frightened by this, but when she tried to speak the person behind her gave a small “shhh”. She was wiling to play along and her fears left her. She relaxed a bit and he felt her give in and pushed Maltepe Escort his hips up against hers. His hands wasted no time and he slipped under her shirt sliding them up to her breasts. Her nipples hardened immediately to his slightly rough touch. He pulled her back towards him and his breath was fire upon her neck as he opened his mouth to take in her skin. He worked some unknown form of magic on her as he started to nibble on the chords of her neck. One of his hands left its massaging position on its breast and ventured down to her waist. She had now closed her eyes as her breathing was coming quicker and quicker in the excitement.

The man’s hand snuck under her waist band and down her skirt. His fingers worked their way quickly under her silky undies. She was already had a river flowing and his fingers dipped right into the developing pool. Two of his dampened fingers slipped back up and began to rub her swelling button. His other hand was pinching her nipple through the lacy fabric of her bra. She was already breathing much too hard for this early in the encounter. His fingers seemed to know just the right pressure on her clit and her legs would have given if not for him holding her up. He had her pinned against him and she could feel his throbbing as his cock settled between her ass cheeks only the fabric of her skirt keeping it from her.

Out of nowhere electricity shot through her and an orgasm of such speed and savageness shook her she completely fell into his arms. He never stopped his relentless rubbing through her moans and thrashing. She started to come down from the climax and he released her slightly.

“Make a wish”, he whispered in her ear. It was then that she noticed that the cupcake was still in her hand and the candle had burnt down to the frosting. She caught her breath and blew it out and smiled to herself. Before the smoke was gone from the candle she was let go and when she turned around her man was not there.

She righted herself and smoothed her disheveled shirt. ”Happy Birthday to me”, she said to herself as a smile came over her face.

Tara İstanbul Escort left the conference room and looked up and down the halls and it was as if no one had ever been there. She walked back to her office an incredible wetness now between her legs that was only partially sated. She pulled out her chair but didn’t even bother to sit down; she knew she was done working. Shutting off her computer, she grabbed her purse and one of the cupcakes and headed for the door. She took the elevator down to the parking garage and exited into the empty bottom floor. As she walked to the car her mind was still up in the conference room and her juices started flowing again. “I am going to have to take care of this again on the way home” she said out loud to herself.

Tara arrived at her car and unlocked the door. She tossed her bag inside and quickly reached under her skirt and slid off her panties, she wanted the better access for the drive. Just as she was getting her panties off of the second foot, a familiar bulge pushed up against her from behind. This time she did not give a start but an immediate smile lit across her face. When she tried to rise up the man’s hand rested on her back and stopped her in half bend. She felt his other very warm large hand creep up her thigh and push up her skirt.

Tara placed her hands onto the seat of the car in front of her. His hands immediately reached her wetness and she let out a heavy breath as his fingers passed her lips. Having fully exposed her ass to him now she knew what she needed and gave her ass a wiggle, pushing back against him. The man wasted no time and she heard his zipper come down and his pants drop to the hard floor. When his pants dropped, his hot fully hard cock dropped against one of her ass cheeks. She let out a coo and wiggled again, her ass begging for what it desired.

Tara felt him back away and almost protested, but then was greeted with his now throbbing cock parting her slick lips from behind. His shaft quickly invaded her, but it was a welcome conqueror. She couldn’t help but call out, and when the echo of her own cry Anadolu Yakası Escort came back to her, she was already calling out again in answer. He worked in and out of her slowly, her juices lubing his cock with each push. She wiggled herself back and met each of his thrusts, and heard herself gasp “harder”. He obliged and started to thrust into her like a piston. She kept moaning out, her volume getting louder with each smack of thighs against ass. Tara ducked her head down further and took more of him in. He had hold of her hips now and was pulling into her faster and with more thrust.

Waves of pleasure would be quick in coming to her and she couldn’t resist shooting her hand down to feverishly rub her clit. It was less than a minute later and she heard him gasping for air behind her and she lost it. Her legs began to shake as her climax over took all thoughts and feelings that rested within. She shoved herself back against him as she quivered inside, her pussy milking him as he pushed harder into her. Just then his hands pulled hard against her thighs, pinching her soft skin. He began to cum inside her letting it coat her, but he didn’t stop pumping her. His jerking cock and her fingers still rubbing her clit brought on another quite unexpected orgasm. She knew her knees wouldn’t hold this time. He held her in place, his thrusting getting slower and slower as his hardness began to fade within her.

She was still breathing heavily as she felt him exit her and the void it left within her. She didn’t look back and as she heard him pull up his pants. Standing up she felt his kiss upon her cheek and when she moved her head to kiss him on his lips he had already turned and was walking away. She grinned to herself, her husband trapped in her thoughts, his semen trapped inside her, and she thought she thought he had forgotten. Tara pulled down her skirt, the feel of the shared wetness between her legs making her smile yet again. She sighed and got into her car for the drive home.

As she started the car her cell phone started to ring. Feeling she had her breath together she answered it. “Hello”, she said, her voice only shaking slightly.

“Hi, tis me, trying to keep this dinner warm. I thought you would be home by now, love ya.”

Tara sat in the empty parking garage with the phone to her ear. She didn’t know what to say as her husband’s voice trailed off in the message.

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I was so hard walking through the mall with her that I could barely walk upright. My penis felt like a steel rod pressing up against the silky panties she had given me to wear. The silk felt absolutely amazing against my junk and the lace leg bands were tickling the inside of my legs, and all this combined with her promise of a sensual blowjob later was keeping me rock hard.

After going through several clothes stores where of course I bought her whatever she wanted she gave me a look of lust as we entered another. We slowly moved across the store she was looking at various items. Once we were only a few feet from the entrance to the fitting rooms she took my arm and pulled me into one.

Once inside with the door shut behind us she gave me a look of pure lust. I didn’t think it was possible but seeing that look made my dick even harder and throb a couple of times. Without a word she reached out and unzipped my shorts and let them drop to my ankles where I kicked them out of the way. Next, she forced my shirt over my head and down onto the floor to join the shorts.

I now stood in front of this girl in nothing but a pair of bright pink silk and lace panties sporting a very very prominent erection. I should have been embarrassed but at that point I was too horny to care.

She Maltepe Escort eyed my bulging erection with a look of lust and satisfaction on her face. The silk of the panties was thin and stretchy enough and my penis so hard you could just about make out every detail of it. Every blood vessel that was fully pumped full of blood at present and every ridge and contour was easily visible.

“Very nice. Very nice indeed.” she purred before reaching out and pressing her finger on one side of my penis and drawing up. The sensation was unreal even though she hadn’t actually touched my erection she caused the silk to stretch across my shaft almost like she did. I let out an involuntary moan in response.

She gave me a sly grin before almost whispering to me, “You trying to get us caught baby?!”

I was a little embarrassed but said, “I couldn’t help it that felt way too good.”

She gave me a wicked grin before saying, “Well we’re going to have to fix that. I don’t think you want to get caught wearing frilly panties.” With that she reached under her skirt and pulled off the panties she had on. Watching this made my raging hardon twitch a couple of times inside my panties.

“These should help keep you quiet. Open up panty boy.” I was way too far gone Anadolu Yakası Escort to even try to resist at this point, so I opened my mouth, and she stuffed her silky black panties in.

Once I was gagged with her panties, she lowered me down on the edge of the small bench inside the fitting room. I was sitting on the bench, but my crotch was over the edge to where she had full access to it.

After giving me another wicked smirk, she got down on her knees leveling herself with my bulging panties and traced around each side of my hardon like she had the first time. Then she began to trace my penis directly through a bit more gently. After tracing my shaft several times with her fingers, she did the same with her long fingernails. This was even more unreal than the tracing and my dick started twitching in response.

“Somebody is really worked up down here.” she said in a teasing voice letting up and allowing my erection to simmer down for a second.

After letting me simmer she moved lower and began to tickle my balls. I didn’t think that I could have gotten any harder in this situation but quickly found out I was wrong. Stimulating my very full balls caused them to pull in and forced more pressure down my already extremely hard penis. She added İstanbul Escort to this by giving them a couple of gentle squeezes after tickling them.

“I’ll bet you’ve never been this hard.” she cooed as she returned to tracing my now constantly throbbing erection. I gave a muffled moan through the panties gagging me as I shook my head.

She then got up and I followed her sultry gaze up as I felt her fingers cup around my aching erection. My eyes widened as she liked her lips in a sultry way and began to stroke my hardon.

“You want to blow don’t you?” she purred gazing longingly into my eyes. All I could do is nod as my cock began to pulse out of control and I moaned uncontrollably into the panty gag.

“Well ok if you really want to I guess you’ve earned it.” she purred giving me one last hard stroke. The stroke and her sultry voice sent me over the edge as my body convulsed out of control while my cock exploded. Blast after blast after blast sent jets of hot gooey cum all over my panties and dripping down my legs and all around me. She didn’t stop pumping my cock until every drop had been forced from my balls.

I was still in post orgasm euphoria as she gave me a sexy smile and said, “Well it wasn’t a blow job, but I know you still enjoyed wearing my panties.”

It wasn’t until I had come down from my post orgasm high that I realized she had left. And a quick look around the fitting room showed she had taken my clothes with her, leaving me with nothing but a pair of soaked panties around my waist and a pair of her dirty panties in my mouth.

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I know it is supposed to be illegal to pick an employee based on looks, but when Selena showed up at my door in answer to my ad for a housekeeper, I knew she was the one for the job.

I am a widower, and not the best housekeeper in the world. I am a bit absent minded, and working from home all the time means that I sometimes forget to shave or shower. All that stopped when Selena started cleaning my house. You see, Selena looks like Salma Hayek, except her breasts are a little smaller. At only 5’1″ tall, she is a powerful dose of walking Viagra. So now I get up, shave, shower and make myself presentable on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday when she comes to my house.

Her first day we spent about 90 minutes together going over where everything in the house was kept, and what she would be cleaning. I have to admit that I spent most of the time trying not to stare at her tits and ass, and failing at making my dick stay down. But my arousal definitely went away when I noticed the wedding rings on her left hand.

After about a month, Selena was cleaning out my refrigerator. I didn’t ask her to do this, she just started doing it one day. I can hear her mumbling to herself in Spanish as she works. Suddenly, she comes into my office and she is mad. She is so mad that she forgets I don’t speak Spanish and starts yelling at me.

“¿Es este tipo de cosas todo lo que come? Esta mierda va a matar!”

My look of both fear and confusion makes her realize that I don’t understand her. So she switches to English. Her anger has her accent even more pronounced. “Is this kind of stuff all you eat? This shit is going to kill you!” Even when she is yelling at me, her sexy accent causes my dick to start stirring. “That’s it, I am going to start cooking dinner here on the days I clean for you.”

I look at her and say “Why do you want to do that?”

Her response was “You are the last house of the day for me, and my husband works late nights. So I have time, and you definitely need someone to take care of you.”

I just smile and meekly say “Ok”.

“Hombre estúpido.” That I understood.

On her next day there, she comes in the door and says “Go unload the groceries from my car. Oh, and you owe me $148.39 for them.” I go out and bring in the bags. She is stocking the fridge and the pantry with the stuff, and I am amazed at what is there. “Go back to work.” She says.

Later that afternoon, the most amazing smells start to come in from the kitchen. She has made meatloaf and new potatoes. I then notice she set the table, and there are two places. She sees me looking, and says “You didn’t think I was just cooking for you, did you?”

I ask “What about your husband?”

“He won’t be home until after midnight, and he eats at work. So I thought I would keep you company.”

Who am I to refuse a beautiful woman’s company for dinner.

This goes on for about 2 months. During this time, I notice her attire changing. The jeans and work shirts have been replaced with dresses, or skirts and blouses. Instead of tying her long, black hair up, she is leaving it down. As summer comes on, the dresses Pendik Escort become thin sun dresses. I catch glimpses of her outlines as she is back lit by the sun. This provides multiple fantasies when I am alone and horny.

One Friday, I am off work, and sitting in the living room while she works. She is bending over dusting the bottom shelves and I can’t help but admire her ass. Then I realize that she can see me in the mirror on the wall, and I look away. When she stands up, I notice the top two buttons on the front of her sundress are undone and I can see her cleavage. Of course, I start to get hard, and this does not go unnoticed by Selena.

She bends over in front of me to clean the top of the coffee table. I can see all the way down inside her bra, and I notice the dark brown nipples are hard. As she turns, I see her look up at me and a slight sexy smile appears on her face. She knows I was looking and she likes it.

Dinner that night was a bit uncomfortable. It is very difficult for me to concentrate on the food when all I can do is to stare at the beautiful brown cleavage across the table from me. When dinner is over, I try to help her take the dishes into the kitchen. She notices the bulge in my jeans, and that same sexy smile appears on her face.

The weekend was long with me thinking about her all weekend. What kind of game was she playing with me? Was I supposed to make a move? Was she just a tease? Needless to say, I spent some time with my dick in my hand while thinking about her.

Monday morning came and I was nervous wondering if she would continue the teasing. She showed up in a thin, pale yellow sundress. And it was very apparent that she didn’t bother with a bra that day. Her nipples were visibly hard under the thin material. I got an immediate hard on, and Selena definitely noticed. That smile was back. I retreated into my office to try to get my dick to behave.

In the past Selena had often asked me to help with things like folding sheets and moving furniture, so I was not surprised when I heard her call me from the other room. “Would you come help me?” came from my bedroom. So I got up, rearranged my dick so it would not hurt when it got hard, and went in there.

She is bent over just finishing putting the clean sheets on my bed, so I get an eyeful of her lovely ass. As she stands up, I say “You need my help with something?”

Selena’s reply startled me. “Take off your clothes” she says. My mouth drops open slightly, so she steps closer to me, puts her right hand behind my neck, and kisses me. I immediately start to kiss back. As I go to put my arms around her, she pulls away from me she pulls her sundress over her head and says “You can’t make love to me with your clothes on.”

I am almost frozen with astonishment while Selena slides in between the sheets of my bed. “Well, what are you waiting for?” she says, pulling me out of my trance. I immediately strip off my shirt and pants, and as I start to move she says “The underwear too. I want to see the dick you have been teasing me with for months.”

While removing my underwear, Kurtköy Escort I say “Me teasing you? You are the one who keeps flashing me those hard nipples.” She laughs as I move onto the bed, and our lips meet in another long kiss. I feel her hand run across my chest, then down to my cock. She strokes it and I groan from the contact.

I slide my hand between her legs, only to find she still has her panties on. “This won’t do… You need to be as naked as I am.” I say, as I roll her on her back and pull them down. She lifts her hips, allowing me to remove the wet panties.

I slide them off her feet, and then I move slowly up her legs, caressing them. She moans and her legs part, revealing a beautiful, wet pussy. There is a small patch of dark hair above a beautifully shaved slit. I start to nibble on the inside of her left thigh, and she slides her fingers into my hair. Her hands nudge me in the direction of her pussy, but I just switch sides and nibble and kiss the other thigh. She says “Tease”, and I stop.

I look up at her and say “That’s right. I love to tease. It makes it more intense for you when I finally let you cum.” She pulls harder on my head, so I relent and let my tongue take a long slow lick up her center. Her taste is delicious. I lick and kiss the outside folds of her pussy, as her clit starts to emerge from between her lips. I slip my right index finger slowly up and down the opening of her pussy as I lap at her clit. Her moans are really loud now and she gasps as I slip my finger into her. I curl it around, finding her g-spot. She starts to quiver, so I keep up the strokes on her g-spot and my tongue continues to swirl on her clit.

Suddenly her hips rise off the bed and her hands force my head into her pussy harder. I continue to lick as I feel her pussy muscles milk my finger. She is shaking as she starts to come down, and I intensify my actions. Her hips rise again, and she loudly cries out “¡SI! ¡SI! ¡Dios Mío!” She suddenly collapses on the bed, and pushes my head away from her. “No, No. Stop! I can’t take any more!”

I just ignore what she is saying, and start back in on her pussy. She is getting really close to a third orgsam, so I suddenly stop. Selena moans “Why did you stop? I was so close?” I move slowly up her body, kissing her stomach as I go.

She moans loudly when I suck her hard nipple into my mouth. I then say “You told me to stop.” And I give her an evil grin. She grabs my head and pulls my mouth to hers, kissing me.

“I want you in me now.” She says after our lips part. I feel her hand stroking my cock between us, trying to guide me into her. I reach down and stop what she is doing. Then I slide my cock up the outside of her pussy, feeling the wetness against it.

Selena moans “Nooo! I need your dick in me now!” But I continue to slide up and down the outside of her pussy, teasing her even more.

I say “I told you I like to tease.”

As my strokes get longer, I am getting closer and closer to entering her. But I am stopping right on the edge every time She is getting desperate, so as I stroke downward, she raises Maltepe Escort her legs up and rolls her hips upward.

My cock slides into the hottest, tightest cunt I have ever felt. She lets out a long “Ahhhhhh!” as she wraps her legs around me and pulls me into her. I feel the head of my cock hit her cervix, and she yelps. I stop for a moment, and we lock eyes. I can see the desire burning in them. She pulls my head down and kisses me as her legs release their pressure on me. I slowly slide out of her pussy, stopping with the head just in her. Again, her legs pull me back in, and again she yelps when I bump her cervix with my cock head.

“Faster” she says. So I start stroking in and out of her faster. She is grunting and moaning with pleasure.

I feel the pressure of my approaching orgasm building. “Selena, I am getting close to cumming. I need to pull out!”

Her legs wrap tighter around me and she says “I want you to cum inside of me. Fill me with your cum. I want you to get me pregnant!”

“Selena, are you sure?”

“Yes, shut up and knock me up!”

My strokes speed up, and her yelps get faster and louder. Suddenly my orgasm hits. I feel like I am dumping gallons of cum into her. As she feels my hot seed splash against her cervix, she starts to cum too. Her legs lock around me, pulling me deeper into her. I can feel her cervix open up and my hot sticky seed sprays deep into her womb. I feel her quivering as pulse after pulse of cum sprays into her. I kiss her as she slowly comes down from the orgasmic high.

She keeps her legs locked around me until my dick softens enough to slide out of her. As she lets go, I roll onto my back and pull her to my side.

Selena says “That was incredible. I have never had that many orgasms with a man.”

I say “I am glad you enjoyed it. I do have a question though. Aren’t you worried about getting pregnant?”

She looks at me and says “Silly man, I am trying to get pregnant.” Then a slight pause and she follows up with “By you.”

“Aren’t you worried about your husband?”

She says “No. We got married when I was 18 because I was pregnant. I miscarried at 4 months. Since then he gets drunk every night on his way home from work, and tries to fuck me. But he is not able to get it up because of the booze. So he just humps against me for a minute, then rolls over and falls asleep. He always asks me about it the next day. I always lie and tell him he was great. He will be thrilled if I get pregnant As soon as I tell him, he will be over the moon happy, and he will be out telling all his friends about how big of a stud he is.”

I look at her and say “But why me? I am 50 years old? You could divorce him and find someone else.”

Selena says “He is a good provider. He doesn’t beat me, he takes care of the bills and he works hard. But I know he can’t give me a babies I want. You are a nice, sexy man, and I realized a while back that I love you. And I notice you don’t have kids either. When I have seen you with the neighbor’s kids, you are always good with them. Why didn’t you and your wife have kids?”

I tell her my late wife never wanted them, but I always did.

She sighs, and says “Papi, you are going to give me a whole bunch of babies.” Then she smiles, and says

“Want to try again?”

I watch as she takes my cock into her mouth and starts sucking gently…

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One or two of the women gasped but there was mostly appreciative laughter as they entered the room.

“WELLLL NOW…” exclaimed Andrea with her thin eyebrows cocked, “Haha, oh my god…” Rebecca managed, as one of the more shocked onlookers

“As you all know, when I want to try something, I do it,” Madame explained, very matter-of-factly.

A large couch gave them a full view of the room’s very obvious main attraction, but of now, they opted to remain standing, as they circled the gagged and blindfolded boy, aged somewhere in his early 20s. As they stared quietly, they could all hear a faint buzzing.

“Oh my… you have a vibrator in him too?” Marla asked. Looking at the confined boy, who was squirming ever so slightly against his restrictive bondage. His arms tied behind his back, and his chest tied to a beam behind him. His legs tied to a stool which was also secured to the beam.

Madame slid a hand down the boy’s chest as she replied, “Yes, it’s the lowest setting of any vibrator I knew. My desire was for a steady, oh-so light stimulation, just enough to drive him a bit wild as his young prostate was to be milked,” she explained, as her finger flicked lightly at his stiff left nipple. Andrea, and Mina noticed the reactive cock throb, each dragging their tongues along their lips slightly, in anticipation of what was to come. “There’s also a little piston attached to the plug, going in and out of his tight little boy booty. Poor little thing was aching in chastity the whole time he was setting it up for me. Of course his aching is a bit more pronounced now.” The women were grinning with amusement, as Madame slid her hand up the boy’s chest, lightly across his neck, and off the boy. The boy’s back made a pleasant arching movement as he inhaled deeply from the light stimulation.

A few of the women bent over behind the boy to see the languid movement of the piston. They observed the stool he was on, which seemed more comfortable than they originally assumed. There was a hole cut out near the back to allow the piston to go through. They stared eagerly, at the slow and steady mechanical dick fucking the helpless boy. It was utterly unrelenting, producing a definite pressure against his prostate that prevented the boy from staying totally still. The effortless motion of the piston went in and out of his tender asshole, the depth of each penetration just enough to explore him and stimulate him in his core. The gentle but infinite toying was a deep tease more than any kind of proper fuck. It was perfectly designed to encourage and impel, and certainly not reward or alleviate the bound boy.

Mina, now looking closely at the naked boy’s pulsing member which kicked subtly in response to the slow piston thrusts, and grinned while she spoke, “this is quite a fancy setup you have. The brandy snifter is a great touch!” She flicked one of her manicured nails against the glass below the healthy ebbing dick, producing a semi-shrill ring.

Madame grinned as she looked over at Mina. “There needs to be some class while doing this. I certainly couldn’t have collected his precum in a pint glass, now could I?” She asked, while chuckling. “Go on, have a taste! He’s been producing a lot in the past hour.”

Mina Bostancı escort bit her lip as she imagined the torturous exstasy the boy must be in after being milked an hour straight. She tilted her head, looking at the glass. Madame was right. There was at least a few tablespoons full of thick, glassy fluid with a pleasant line of gooey precum trailing from his weeping little slit down into the collected discharge. Mina carefully slid her delicate finger behind the web of goo, and pulled a small amount up to her lips, smearing it on her full pout and tasting it demurely. “Mmmm… ” she uttered as the intimate sweet flavour of young, fresh pre-spunk lingered on her tongue tip. “You mentioned some shots?”

“Mhmm. Yes, I believe that should be the place to start.” Madame took a bottle of premium tequila and a bottle of her finest imported vodka from off the top of the bar and placed them on the coffee table. She carefully swapped out the brandy glass with a fresh one under the boy’s leaking penis, the long rope of delicious pre stretching out as she did so, but she managed to save every drop.

The ladies sat down around the couch as Madame prepared the shots. Setting out 5 shot-glasses, she carefully poured half vodka, half tequila in little measures. She then added the precum, dipping into the brandy glass with a tiny silver spoon. She stirred the precious fluid into each one of the shots with with a few twists of the pretty little spoon, gripping it in her slender artful fingers as she twirled it round. Setting the snifter back down, each of the women took hold of a shot, gazing at the intimate mixture of liquor and the milked sex of their little male cow. They held the glasses aloft as Madame toasted, “Cheers, girls!”, To which they all smiled, and exclaimed “Cheers!” in response.

The glass rims were all pressed to painted lips and the shots were swallowed quickly in single tips. As if to remind them of his aching presence, the boy let out a whimper that could be heard through his ball gag. Madame grinned, and looking his way, she reached out an arm so that she could drag a talon-like fingernail lightly along the inside of his thigh. “So…” Madame began while watching the shivering male she was teasing, “shall we try a mojito, ladies?”

“Mmm, yes LET’S!” Rebecca said eagerly, the distinctive flavor of the last drink warming her mischievous heart. The girls were all staring at the boy’s behavior as they spoke. As Madame teased him, his toes were curled up, and his nostrils were flaring as his breaths became deeper and deeper. “Of course, when we do this for real, we’ll probably need between 5 to 10 … dispensers.” Madame explained, contently, settling on the word to describe the virile little males’ roles. “We may have to split this drink or just pass it around.”

“Sip, sip, pass?” Andrea offered conspiratorially, smirking as she imagined the taste of the next drink.

Madame nodded with a grin, and stood up, walking behind the boy, Giving him a brief respite from her cruel nail by sliding just her soft finger tips up the leg of the boy. His cock had been growing almost as soon as she began touching him, an extra level of arousal above and beyond the steady rhythmic Anadolu Yakası Escort effect of the vibrator knocking on his inner pleasure spot. He seemed to realize what was coming, which just made Madame want to tease him more. She slid her hand up and over his tight chest and grabbed one of his nipples between her thumb and forefinger. She pinched at the boy nub, and tugged, causing the boy a flash of slight pain. His back arched and a muffled cry came out of his throat as she handled him cruelly. The girls laughed, as they watched. “Would anyone like to do the honors?” Madame asked… sliding her hand down the boy’s stomach, her finger and thumb slightly encircling the base of pulsating swollen meat, indicating the task at hand.

Mina grinned and got up. “Dibs!” She called out, regressing to a schoolgirl in her excitement. “Then I get to hold the glass!” Marla said, smiling wide. Madame slid her hand back up the boy’s chest as the two ladies got into position.

Mina stood close, giving the boy’s ear a breathy lick, planting her tongue on his lobe before wrapping her smooth hand tightly around the base of the already straining, rock hard cock. The tip was almost purplish in color, and bulging wider than his shaft. Madame stayed behind the boy, just off to the side of the beam. She smiled at the thought of how difficult it would be for the boy to detect who was doing what to him with the blindfold on. She kept her hand on her boy’s shoulder, squeezing gently to remind him she was there. Rebecca and Andrea stood on either side of the boy to watch eagerly, very much enjoying the struggling boy’s obvious discomfort and bubbling fear and embarrassment, all of which was wrestling in him with his raging levels of lust. Marla bent slightly and held the snifter close enough to receive him, without restricting Mina’s movements.

Mina, continued to toy with the cock, jerking it deliciously and expertly, a fluid roll to her wrist as she tugged, while Madame bent down to turn up the vibrator, and the speed of the piston. The boy quivered beneath their combined touch, releasing a muffled, and amusing moan. Andrea slid her hand up the boy’s side… and across his chest, feeling his warmth and seeking out his madly quickening heart beat. Mina’s hand kept stroking the boy’s cock steadily. Not too roughly, but treating it with care and skillful luxury, not wanting to diminish it’s ability to take the next few milkings throughout the night. Rebecca watched excitedly, as Madame bent down, with an evil grin on her face, whispered into the boy’s ear, “Don’t keep us waiting, boy. We’re quite thirsty. CUM. NOW.”

The boy’s body convulsed almost instantaneously at the order, then stiffened up as his muscles tightened in the epic climax waving through him. His balls tight to his body as the liquid was extracted from him. Marla was ready with the glass, and Mina aimed the cock slightly down when the dick began to pulse. She could feel through his cock flesh, the gush of ejaculate flowing up his urethra. His first bolt of cream shot out so forcefully that Marla gasped and almost missed some of it, but it drummed against the side of the glass, thick and soupy and alive as it oozed downward. His next three or Kadıköy Escort four shots kicked just as hard as his fat, hyper-stimulated nuts flowered and gave up their seed for the women who owned it. The ladies were eager to use his body’s produce for their luxurious little pleasures. Mina slowed her strokes as his dick leaked with less force, then properly milking the cock like a cow udder, with a few tight gripped tugs. The snifter was nearly half filled with his thick pleasant cum.

“That was hot…” Rebecca purred, smiling, the floral smell of teen spunk pricking deliciously at her nose as the scent of the fresh cum perfumed the air. Her panties were a touch more damp than they had been a few glorious moments ago. Mina teasingly milked the cock a few more times slowly from base to tip, squeezing it hard as she did so, getting the last few drops of the load to fall out of his compressed slit, and down into the pearly mess collected in the snifter.

Madame grinned wider, reducing the speed of the vibe and the piston again. She then caressed his cheek as he panted deeply in recovery, “GOOOOOD boy.” she cooed, before leaving him to walk behind the bar, pulling out the ingredients, and a large glass. Mina and Marla worked together to drag the rim of the brandy snifter against the boy’s tip to get the very last droplets of his cum that he could provide. As the did so, Madame carefully squeezed the limes and added the mint and rum. She handed the glass to Rebecca to mash it all up. Marla set the snifter onto the table. Madame instructed Andrea fill the mojito glass with ice and soda water, while she got some powdered sugar and added it to the snifter. She got out a small electric whisk and proceeded to whisk up the mixture, adding a little powdered sugar as she went. The ladies sampled the mixture, a few fingers dipping in to be sucked off… Andrea and Mina’s eyes meeting, and Andrea sucking the drink mixture off Mina’s finger. “Mmmm… that’s good,” they all agreed. Madame then poured the fresh cum and sugar on top of the mojito and let the special addition trickle slowly through the perfect drink.

As the ladies sat around the couch, passing the mojito between each other and savoring it, they discussed their plans for a larger party in the future. They brainstormed several boys being lined up, both for their amusement, and to be used as dispensers. All bound and gagged like the boy in their presence now. They decided on having the two cutest boys untied at all times, to do the drink mixing and the serving, While the ladies would always perform the finishing touches to the drinks, and the milking of the boys when needed. At all other times, the boys would be each hooked up to the light buzz of a vibrator, and the gentle dicking of a piston, all to warm them up, and provide plenty of precum to be used in their drinks as the party would begin.

The ladies had a few more drinks that night mixed with the young boy’s cum. They thoroughly enjoyed his constant state of torture from the robotic plug. His body was shivering and his abs and other muscles were tensing in agony. The boy was milked five times total, even though he didn’t produce anything usable the last two. They just wanted to watch him squirm.

At the end of the night, Madame unbound the boy, removed his blindfold, and gag. Then led the boy to the coffee table, and tied him down, face up… so that he could unwind as the ladies kept drinking and occasionally played with his exposed body. He couldn’t wait for the next party.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yes Mistress.” I bleakly said.

“We’ll have to work on that,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Ice him?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“His balls look huge,”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“There, now he is done,” Kim said.

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

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

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It was late Saturday night and Bambi lay in her bed, exhausted and happy. She had spent the entire day moving into her apartment. For the first time in her life she wasn’t living with her parents. She finally had a place to call her own.

Actually the apartment wasn’t her place alone. Her parents had only agreed to the idea of her living in an apartment as long as she shared it with another female, someone they knew and trusted. That obviously meant Cassi. Bambi and Cassi had been best friends since first grade. Now as 22 year old women, each with a job, they shared a 2 bedroom, 2 bath apartment.

While Bambi and Cassi were both cute and sexy, they were different in several ways.

Bambi had blonde hair, blue eyes, large breasts, curvy hips, and a fabulous smile. She was well aware that she fit the stereotype of a dumb blonde. She wasn’t as smart as Cassi. However, Bambi was very skilled in the art of flirting and getting what she wanted. She knew what assets she had, and she used those to her advantage.

Bambi worked as a front desk clerk for a large convention hotel in the heart of the city. She had been hired to be eye candy for the primary clientele – businessmen who attended the conventions and business meetings held at the hotel. Between her looks, her flirtatious skills, and her attention to the work details, she was a real asset to the hotel.

Needless to say, Bambi could get a date with almost any man she wanted. And she could also get almost any man she wanted into bed. Now that she had her own bed, in her own room, in her own apartment, Bambi looked forward to adding to the list of lovers she had experienced.

Cassi was the type of woman that a young man would take home to meet his parents. She was beautiful with wavy long brunette hair and dark eyes. While her breasts and hips were not as pronounced as Bambi’s, she had a sexy, attractive figure. She was smart and ambitious. Currently she worked as a waitress in a downtown restaurant, near the hotel where Bambi worked. The flexible hours and great tips enabled her to attend the local community college where she was working on a degree in nursing.

As to men, Cassi was looking for a ‘Mister Right’ whom she could marry. She was selective with whom she dated, and often had longer term relationships than Bambi’s. That wasn’t difficult as some of Bambi’s relationships were the one-night type.

Their apartment was in a young-adults complex. It was convenient to shops and restaurants, and was on the bus route that took both of them downtown to their work and school locations. Some of the apartment complex residents were married or couples living together. The others were singles, some attached to a significant other, and some playing the field.

Cassi had a boyfriend, Mike, whom she had dated for a few months, but she wasn’t ready to move in with him. Bambi was one to play the field and avoid commitments. She thought having a fuck-buddy or two was the greatest concept of modern society. Her current fuck-buddy of choice was Ryan, someone who would come and please her when she needed a good fuck, but who otherwise left her alone without any commitments, allowing her to date and have sex with others.

As Bambi lay in bed, the silence was broken by a soft noise, a humming sound, or more like a buzzing sound. Then she heard moans of pleasure from the other side of the bedroom wall. Bambi then knew that the buzz was from a vibrator, and the moans were from Cassi. The moans rose slowly to a crescendo and then crashed, once, twice, three times over the next twenty minutes. By the time Cassi had her second orgasm, Bambi was fingering her own pussy, enjoying the simple pleasure while listening to her friend. Bambi wondered how much Cassi’s enjoyed her orgasms.

Then Cassi’s room went silent. Soon thereafter Bambi fell asleep.

– – – – –

The next morning, Bambi got up and went into the kitchen, totally naked, the way she always slept. Cassi was there, dressed only in a t-shirt and panties, looking in the refrigerator at the few food items they had brought as they moved in the previous day.

When Cassi heard Bambi enter, she turned to see her roommate. She was surprised, not only that Bambi was naked, but that Bambi was so casual about being naked. Cassi also noticed that Bambi was completely bare around her pussy and thought to herself that maybe she should also shave down there, as she often had to trim the hairs of her full bush that showed when she wore a bathing suit.

“If you walk around like that , I may just jump your bones.” Cassi remarked.

Cassi and Bambi were always verbally playing with each other. But Cassi also had a secret crush on Bambi, feelings and desires she had never shared with her best friend.

“If you were going to do that, you would have done so already.” Bambi replied with a laugh.

Cassi decided to take that challenge and she made a move. She stepped forward in front of Bambi, wrapped her arms around her friend, and gave her roommate Şerifali Escort an open mouthed, full tongue kiss. In addition to the kiss, each could feel Cassi’s 34C tits pressed against Bambi’s 36D tits, separated only by Cassi’s t-shirt. All these feelings made Cassi’s body tingle.

Bambi was totally caught off guard by Cassi’s advancements. She froze, then appeared to melt into the kiss. Then, unsure of what they were doing, she suddenly pushed away, her hands on Cassi’s breasts. Hands that lingered a bit longer than necessary.

They locked eyes upon one another, both their minds processing a million thoughts. What just happened? How did they feel? What did the other think? Might this be a major change to their relationship? Each had these and many more thoughts.

Bambi was the first to speak, fumbling for what to say.

“I didn’t know you were such a great kisser. What got into you?”

“Seeing you all naked and sexy like that got my motor running.” Cassi replied.

“Oh, I heard your motor running last night.” Bambi replied with a chuckle.

“Huh?” Cassi was perplexed.

“I heard your vibrator last night.” Bambi explained. “We must have thin walls.”

“You heard that?” Cassi inquired.

“All three orgasms. That last one must have been a whopper.” Bambi answered.

Cassi blushed and tried to recover quickly.

“You know Mike’s out of town. A girl has to do what a girl has to do.” Cassi explained, more than happy to be discussing her self-pleasure activities rather than trying to explain the kiss she had just given Bambi.

“Whatever.” Bambi replied.

Cassi then asked, “Now that we have our own place, should I expect to see Ryan here often?”

“Not much. Maybe once or twice a week. Ryan’s just a fuck buddy. He’s not a keeper. Not a long term thing. I’ll continue to see other guys. ” Bambi answered, and then added, “And what about Mike coming here to see you? How often will that happen?”

“Some.” Cassi replied. “Maybe we need to discuss some rules for having guys in our apartment.”

“And sometime we need to discuss that kiss you just gave me.” Bambi added as she turned and walked back towards her bedroom. “For now, I need a shower.”

– – – – –

After showers and breakfast, the two women walked to the local market to buy groceries for their apartment. They also bought a couple of six-packs of beer. They rationalized their beer purchase as every young woman who intended to entertain a man in their apartment, needed to have a supply of beer. It didn’t hurt that they also enjoyed drinking beer themselves.

After shopping, they both put on their bikinis and headed out to the pool. Bambi wore a very skimpy red string bikini that revealed a lot of flesh. Cassi wore a more modest bikini that made her look sexy, but covered her more. The pool was obviously the center of the apartment complex’s social scene. Some number of young adults were already in and around the pool. Someone had music playing from speakers set in their open apartment windows. There was more than one ice chest of beer. People chatted, flirted, and playfully made contact with members of the opposite sex.

As Bambi and Cassi were obviously newcomers to the complex, many of the others introduced themselves. The guys who were unattached, were hitting on Bambi and Cassi. Bambi was basking in the attention, and enjoying flirting with the guys. Cassi played it cool and told everyone that she had a boyfriend. She spent more time talking with the other females, learning more about who was who, and all the local gossip.

Later in the evening, the sun was setting and the residents filtered back to their apartments. Bambi and Cassi eventually returned to their apartment, took showers, dressed and sat together in the living room. Cassi wore running shorts and a camisole top. Bambi wore only lace trimmed thong panties.

“Really?” asked Cassi. “Is that all you’re wearing? What if someone comes to the door? What will you wear when Mike comes over?”

“I thought you liked looking at my tits?” Bambi asks coyly. She was looking for a reaction, still wondered about the kiss Cassi gave her that morning.

“Maybe I do.” Cassi replied, trying to be vague. She was unsure how Bambi would accept her advances. “But I think that most times, you should be a bit more covered.”

“OK.” Bambi replied. She was disappointed that she wasn’t likely to learn more about Cassi’s feelings. She rose and walked towards her bedroom, swinging her hips as she walked. She sensed that Cassi was watching her cute ass, and wondered if she really wanted to tease her roommate.

“How about we order a pizza?” Cassi called out to Bambi.

“Yeah! Do that.” Bambi replied from her bedroom.

Using an App on her cell phone , Cassi placed the pizza order.

Bambi returned to the living room wearing a short pleated skirt and a tight t-shirt. She obviously was not wearing a bra and her nipples were very visible.

“So miss smarty pants.” Bambi addressed Üsküdar Escort Cassi. “What other rules do you have in mind for our apartment?”

“I think that when either of us are intimate with a guy, it should be done in the bedroom.” Cassi offered.

“What! No sex while I’m bent over the back of the sofa?” Bambi said sarcastically while actually meaning it. Bent over the sofa or a chair was one of her favorite ways of being taken.

“You wouldn’t want me, or me and Mike to walk in on you having sex in the living room, would you?” Cassi asked in reply.

“Mmmm. That would be a bit kinky.” Bambi said with a sly grin on her face. And then she added, “OK. If you insist. No sex in the living room.”

“And we need a way to know if there’s a guy in the apartment.” added Cassi. “Some sort of sign.”

“You mean like a sock on the doorknob? I hear guys do that in the college dorms.” Bambi replied. “Or maybe a ‘Sex In Progress’ sign on the door?”

Both laughed at the idea.

“We don’t want to tell the world we’re having sex with someone.” Cassi answered. “We need something we can see as soon as we enter the door.”

“I could drop my panties on the floor just inside the door. They are usually the first item I take off when I’m about to have sex.” Bambi suggested.

Cassi just stared at her roommate in disbelief.

Bambi quickly continued. “Oops. That won’t work. Sometimes I lose my panties before getting home. You wouldn’t believe how many panties I’ve lost in the backseat of a car.”

“You slut!” Cassi said in mock disgust as she playfully slapped Bambi on the leg. She was well aware of Bambi’s sexual escapades.

Cassi continued. “We have this cute flower pot near the door. It is red on one side and green on the other. We could turn the green side to the door meaning ‘Go, all’s clear’ or turn the red side to the door to mean ‘Stop, man in the apartment’.

Bambi nodded in agreement.

At that moment, the doorbell rang.

“Must be the pizza.” said Cassi.

“I got this!” announced Bambi as she jumped up and answered the door.

A young man was holding the pizza, likely a college freshman delivering pizza as a summer job. He handed Bambi the pizza as she gave him the money. Bambi set the pizza down and turned back to the open door. The delivery guy was just standing there, gawking at her chest and her nipples which visibly poked out the thin fabric of her shirt.

Bambi got a naughty idea. She reached down and grabbed the hem of her t-shirt and pulled it up to her neck, fully exposing her large tits to the young man. His eyes got wide and his mouth fell open. Bambi held that a moment, and then pulled down her shirt.

“Shows over! Thanks for the pizza.” she announced as she closed the door.

“Oh. . . . My . . . . God!” exclaimed Cassi slowly. “I can’t believe you did that! What if he was underage?”

“All the delivery drivers have to be at least 18 for commercial liability coverage.” Bambi replied. “It was just a quickie titty flash. No big deal. Besides, he’ll tell all the other delivery drivers about the special tip he got. I bet we’ll have the best delivery service for the rest of the summer.”

“But we’ll have to flash our tits for all of them.” pleaded Cassi.

“I don’t have a problem with that.” replied Bambi. “It should be a lot of fun. Did you see the way he stared?”

Cassi just shook her head in amazement and then took a bite of the pizza.

– – – – –

Later that night, the roommates had gone to bed. Tomorrow would be another day of work and school, and they needed some sleep. It had been a weekend of work on Saturday as they moved into their apartment, and some amount of fun on Sunday out by the pool. They both were happy with their new apartment.

Bambi anticipated that Cassi would be masturbating again with her vibrator. She had her own vibrator ready to join her roommate from the other side of the wall separating their bedrooms. As soon as Bambi heard the buzz of Cassi’s vibrator, she turned on her own vibe and held it to her slit.

“I hear that.” Cassi said as she continued to pleasure herself.

“Maybe I wanted you to.” replied Bambi.

Each had similar thoughts. Neither had ever masturbated with another person. They weren’t in the same room, but they could hear each other. As their arousal increased, each became more vocal, moaning out loud in pleasure. Hearing the other only increased their own arousal.

“Oh god. I’m so horny.” moaned Bambi.

“Me too. Damn this feels good!” replied Cassi.

Over the next several minutes, they kept masturbating. The buzz of vibrators continued as their moans and comments became louder and more frequent.

“OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING!” said Bambi in a loud voice as she climaxed.

“FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!” replied Cassi as she had her orgasm just moments later.

The situation was a new, surreal experience for both. Each became more aroused knowing that the other was just a few feet away on the other Ümraniye Escort side of the wall, using a vibrator as they were, to produce intense sexual self pleasure.

After a few quiet moments, Cassi heard Bambi’s vibrator buzzing again.

“Another?” Cassi asked, surprised that Bambi was still horny.

“First one felt so good, fuck yeah I want another one.” Bambi replied as she began to moan.

Cassi joined her and again they masturbated together, each in their own room. They both had several great orgasms before collapsing into sleep.

– – – – –

The next morning Bambi and Cassi prepared for work and school. Initially they didn’t speak about their shared masturbation experience the night before, unsure how the other might react. They took the bus together into downtown, Bambi heading to the hotel where she worked, and Cassi heading to the community college campus for her morning classes. She would later be at the restaurant for her waitress duties.

As they got off the bus, about to walk in different directions, Bambi finally spoke about the previous night.

“Really hot stuff last night.” Bambi said.

“We need to do that again.” Cassi replied.

“See you later back at our place.” Bambi added as she walked away. She knew that she would be home a couple of hours before Cassi finished her dinner shift at the restaurant.

Work was uneventful for Bambi, but she kept thinking about how erotic the masturbation had been the night before. Her pussy tingled all day. She didn’t think she was gay, or had any sexual interest in other women, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what she and Cassi did together, even in separate rooms.

By mid afternoon, Bambi sent a text message to Ryan: “Need you bad. My new place. 9:00.”

Likewise Cassi also thought about the shared masturbation experience all day long. She knew she had some special feelings for her best friend, but she wasn’t sure if she wanted sex with Bambi, or what. That kiss Sunday morning had been very nice. At least she wanted to do that again. And she had watched Bambi’s rear when her roommate walked away from her the previous day. She remembered thinking that Bambi had a really nice ass.

But what were Bambi’s feelings? Cassi didn’t want to cross some line and lose Bambi as a friend and roommate. Cassi knew she wanted to be with Bambi, to see her as soon as she could. She couldn’t wait for her shift to be over and to get home as quickly as possible.

Ryan arrived at Cassi and Bambi’s apartment promptly at nine o’clock. Bambi had stripped down to her bra and panties. Her hand had been inside her panties, fingering herself for several minutes. She was horny, very horny, and needed Ryan to fuck her hard. Once Ryan was inside the door, Bambi pulled him back into her bedroom. In a moment, she had stripped naked.

Ryan removed his clothes quickly, recognizing that Bambi was in a hurry. As he pulled down his pants and underwear, Bambi fell to her knees in front of him and wrapped a hand around the base of his cock, intent on giving Ryan a quick erection. Bambi licked and sucked his cock, all the while fondling his large balls. Ryan was well endowed and she wanted him especially hard. Bambi appreciated that he could fuck her to several orgasms before having his own climax. And that is what she needed right now.

Cassi arrived at the apartment about 9:30. Immediately after opening the front door and entering, she could hear Bambi’s voice from her bedroom.

“Fuck Me! Fuck Me! Fill my cunt with your cock!” Bambi was quite loud with her exhortations.

Bambi’s vocalizations only confirmed to Cassi that Bambi was a slut. Regardless, Cassi still loved her friend.

Cassi quickly became horny while listening to Bambi and Ryan having loud, noisy sex. She went to her own bedroom, stripped naked and lay on her bed. While Ryan was ramming his larger than average cock into Bambi’s cunt, Cassi was in the next room fingering her own pussy.

Bambi screamed, “OH FUCK! I’M CUMMING” as her third orgasm of the evening ripped through her body. Then Ryan could be heard groaning as he had his own orgasm.

Cassi was desperately finger fucking herself trying to have an orgasm as quickly and as quietly as possible. Frustratingly, she just wasn’t quite able to get there. Mentally, she was very conflicted. She was happy that Bambi was having such hot sex. But Cassi also had a feeling that she wanted to be the person having sex with Bambi and sharing an extraordinary experience. Frustrated, she gave up trying to have an orgasm, even though she was very horny. She put on shorts and a tank top and went to the kitchen to find a bite to eat.

“Hey Cassi.” Ryan said as he came out of Bambi’s room and was heading towards the front door.

“Hey Ryan.” Cassi replied. Cassi and Ryan knew each other through Bambi, but didn’t know each other very well. But they were always polite with each other.

“I hope we weren’t too loud.” Ryan said, wishing Cassi hadn’t heard much.

“These walls are thin. I think I heard every orgasm. Sounded like you two had a bang-up time.” Cassi replied as she smiled at Ryan.

Ryan was a bit embarrassed that Cassi had heard so much. “I gotta go.” he said as he hurried out the door.

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As he boarded the plane, Michael suddenly worried about taking the flight, based on the probable demeanors of the disgraced pilots. He could only hope and pray that they were able to focus on the task at hand and not on what just transpired in the terminal. He could barely contain himself as he imagined Angela finishing her shift and curiously inserting the flash drive into a personal computer. He wondered how she would decide to use the recording, and whether she would be appalled, appreciative of his efforts, or both.

It was business as usual on the short trip, with no apparent disruption to the flight. As he sat near the rear of the plane alone, he booted up his laptop and muted the sound, once again viewing the recording. Unbelievable, he thought. He almost felt sorry for the very junior co-pilot, and wondered if he was forced to perform by the pilot, or if he actually was a willing participant.

After an uneventful landing, he gathered his carry-on and briefcase while waiting to disembark. As usual, the crew waited at the exit, greeting the passengers. He knew that both the pilot and co-pilot had an ulterior motive as they looked over each passenger. As he approached, he pretended to be powering up his phone, and had to resist the strong temptation to call the co-pilot “Angela,” instead just acknowledging them with a nod. He could tell by their reaction as he passed that they had no clue that he was the videographer on the other side of the stall.

As he checked in to his hotel, he struggled to focus on the business reasons for the trip and his mind kept returning to Angela. Despite his disgust at the act that he witnessed through the recording, he found himself becoming aroused as he thought back to Angela’s simple touch of his hand and the smile that accompanied it. He realized that he may never run into her again at the gate, but his mind conjured up her response nonetheless.

It took more than two weeks before his next trip was scheduled, and once again he had a connection through the same airport. He wasn’t surprised that he hadn’t heard from her after the recent experience, since her only way of contacting him would have been to pull his travel profile – that is, if she even knew his full name. He nervously headed to the gate, half-hoping that she wasn’t there, and not having a clue as to what her reaction would be.

Michael Şerifali Escort took a deep breath as he approached, and his heart nearly stopped when he saw that she was once again behind the counter. He waited patiently nearby while she finished with other customers. When she saw Michael, her face lit up with a smile, and she gave him a discreet wink while blushing at the same time.

Looking around, she whispered, “Oh my God! I wasn’t sure if I would see you again to thank you. How did you pull that off without getting caught?”

“I can’t share ALL of my secrets, unless you twist my arm,” he said.

“Well, I need you to know that it was put to good use, and I have a gift for you as well. I hope you enjoy it.” Glancing around, she reached under the counter and handed him a gift bag.

Before waiting on the next person in line, she whispered, “You may want to open it in private.”

Michael took the bag and honored her recommendation, endured the flight and ultimately checked in to his room. Again, thanks to her – he was hard as he reached down, rubbing his bulge with one hand while pulling a box from the bag. Opening the box, he gasped, seeing a pair of sheer, lacy lavender panties.

He couldn’t resist the urge to bring them to his face, breathing in a combination of perfume and a hint of Angela’s womanly scent. Unzipping with one hand while holding the panties against his face, Michael imagined her warm, wet mound that was obviously pressed against the panties not long before. Looking down, he found a single airline ticket. Reluctantly dropping the panties, he picked the ticket up, reading the hand-written post-it on the ticket, “Compliments of our favorite pilot! I’d love for you to join me — Angela.”

In his hand was a first class flight to Montego Bay, attached to a voucher for the all-inclusive Hedonism resort in Negril, with a departure date that was only one week away. He took another look and pulled a bulging envelope from the box. Opening it, he found a flash drive and a Monopoly card, stating, “This card entitles the holder to ANY two sexual fantasies. See Angela to redeem. Expiration date: One month from receipt of this package. This offer is non-transferrable.”

Michael’s mind raced, envisioning a myriad of fantasies and wondering how far she would be willing to go. She did say “ANY” İstanbul Escort fantasies, so that implied that she was open to whatever he could conjure up. Fingering the flash drive, he popped it into his laptop. Included was a Word doc and a video clip. Opening the document, he received a typed thank you from Angela that explained how long the pilot’s abuse had gone on and had gotten progressively worse without providing any graphic details, and finally how Angela chose to best use Michael’s gift.

She went on to share that she planned to do the right thing and destroy the recording, but was driven to use it only after he tried to force yet another act upon her. As soon as she pulled the flash drive from her purse, he became ashen, and she almost hoped that it would have killed him on the spot when she shared just a few seconds of the video.

Soon after that, she explained, he became an enlightened and willing contributor to both the local shelter for abused women and to the local animal rescue, sending each of them a generous donation in Angela’s name. He was not quite as willing to purchase the first-class tickets and the all-inclusive package, but when she subtly inquired about his family, he again saw the light.

Explaining further that his gift was the single greatest thing that anyone had done for her, she hoped that he would allow her to show her appreciation. She was clearly willing, and she finished by sharing that she made a short video in the event that he was unable to join her in Jamaica.

Reading the letter, Michael vacillated. Would he choose to take the high “gentlemanly” road, or the dark depravity-laced path? Was it her test to gauge the type of person he was, or was it the opportunity of a lifetime, to experience amazing sex with a woman who was clearly out of his league? Michael settled back onto the hotel bed as he clicked on the video, not sure what to expect.

Although the video quality wasn’t great, the content was a dream come true. He heard Angela’s voice as she briefly shared that she had never done anything like this before, but her friend Stacy — the videographer – convinced her to take a chance after hearing what he had done for her. Almost expertly, the video only showed her from the neck down in front of her bed, in mid-rise ripped jeans and a loose untucked white blouse.

Never Ümraniye Escort showing her face, instead the camera focused on Angela’s hands, slowly reaching down to caress her breasts through the blouse. It took only seconds for the nipples to get hard, and they clearly showed through the light blouse as she pinched them between her fingers. She could hear heavier breathing — was it Stacy’s — as she played with her ample breasts through the top. Still buttoned, her hand dropped to her jeans, taking her time to toy with herself before cupping her mound.

As she did so, her other hand continued to rub her stomach, eventually dropping down to unsnap, then unzip the jeans. He gasped as he saw the lavender panties appear, and she laid down and used both hands to wriggle out of the tight-fitting slacks. Amazingly, there was already a dark spot forming in the crotch of the panties as her hips lifted and her pussy met her exploring hand. He heard her saying over and over, “I can’t believe I’m doing this!”

Stacy whispered, “Oh my God Angela, you’re so wet!”

She continued to rub herself through her wet panties as the video rolled. Her hips moved in rhythm with her hands as her thumb and forefingers played against her clit through the panties. Eventually another hand was in the scene as Stacy reached out to yank the panties to the side.

Angela giggled, “Stacy!” Her own hand now rubbed against her freshly shaved mound now as Stacy continued to film from up close with one hand. With her other hand, the videographer inserted first one finger, then a second as Angela continued to rub herself. Stacy’s moans were heard as the camera became unsteady. Pullling her fingers from Angela’s pussy, the digits were glistening, and the hand disappeared from the camera’s view.

Was Stacy licking her own wet fingers, drenched with her friend Angela’s juices? Although the camera never showed it, Michael jerked off, imagining that Stacy was actually tasting what Michael longed for. He took the lavender panties and wrapped them around his cock as he jerked off while watching the erotic show. Both women were moaning now, and the camera was unsteady. Eventually the hand reappeared and rubbed Angela once again before the video died. Just as it did, Michael spasmed, not bothering to catch the cummy stream before it hit the white comforter.

Spent, Michael looked across the bed at the gifts. He couldn’t decide what turned him on more, the panties that were balled up in his fist or the voucher for a week at Hedonism with Angela, but he knew he was about to have an incredible adventure. (to be continued)

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