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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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Stacy stepped onto the train, subconsciously looking around the carriage for passengers. The carriage was empty, to be expected this late into the day. Letting out a sigh of relief she sat down and readjusted her panties so her package was more comfortable and got her phone out of her bag to mindlessly scroll through Twitter until she was at her stop. But then someone sat down next to her. A woman about the same height as Stacy, wearing a white button up shirt with a knot at the bottom to show off her midriff and a red skirt a few inches shorter than knee length.

This woman said nothing and sat down doing the same as Stacy, scrolling through various social medias, until a sudden *brrppt* could be heard faintly coming from under her. Stacy immediately started getting nervous as unfortunately she was a bit of a mess freak, but her libido got the better of her and a bulge was forming under her leggings. Before Stacy could even think of hiding it the stranger locked eyes with her growing bulge and slowly looked up to lock eyes with Stacy, giving her a lewd smile. This lady clearly had some ideas and whatever they were Stacy wanted it to happen.

And it Anadolu Yakası Escort did. The woman brushed down Stacy’s 7 inches before lifting up the back of her skirt so her white cotton panties were in full view, and then pushed out a mixture of gas and wet shit into her underwear and staining them a deep brown. Stacy couldn’t believe what she just saw, mindlessly biting her lip and slightly stroking herself through her clothes, now fully erect and testing the elasticity of the fabric of her clothes. But she wasn’t done, she grabbed Stacy’s crotch and squeezed lightly making Stacy involuntarily moan before pulling off her leggings just enough to where her dick was showing but not fully out of her panties.

Stacy lost all hesitation and started kneading her tits while the stranger stood up off of the carriage bench and pulled down her panties while bending over, deliberately showing off the sticky mess around her asshole, and sat directly on top of Stacy’s exposed cock, slightly grinding up and down leaving stains along it before grunting and letting out a huge *BRRRPPPTTTTT* and covering the rock hard girldick in liquid and solid Avrupa Yakası Escort shit before rubbing her ass cheeks up and down to make sure every inch was coated in her bowel movement. Both women moaned loudly as Stacy came harder than she ever had in her life, adding to the mess in her wrecked panties creating a mixture between the scat and semen that felt heavenly. The two stayed like this for a few moments while Stacy got her breath back from her mind shattering orgasm before the woman stood up and turned to face her.

“I’m Emma.” The woman said while pulling up Stacy’s leggings, purposefully smushing what was inside into her crotch which made Stacy shudder with excitement. “Here’s my number, call me sometime. I’d love to get messy with you again~” Stacy was stunned from ecstasy and even though she couldn’t talk, she tried her best to give Emma her number too. “Thanks! My stop is coming up, bye!” Emma said as she pulled up her stained panties, walking over to the door of the train and standing by it. She turned her head towards Stacy one more time and smiled, sticking her butt out and letting out one final toot before the doors İstanbul Escort opened and she stepped out.

All that Stacy could do was re-live whatever just happened in her head and sit there still stunned from the immense pleasure she just experienced. But she knew that she was sure as hell ringing Emma as soon as she could, and that she would need to bring a change of clothes.

During the rest of her train journey Stacy had a consistent bulge in her shit filled underwear, and was constantly squishing and shuffling in them. She had regained her thoughts by the time she was at her stop and tried her best to walk off the empty carriage spilling as little as possible, she would need as much as she could for… sessions late into the night.

She soon arrived at her apartment door, still bulging through her leggings, going inside and as soon as the door was closed started stroking herself furiously. Stacy knew these clothes were utterly ruined at this point so decided to just go all out, grunting and pushing as hard as her tired body would let her and started adding her shit and piss to the disgusting mix covering everything underneath her leggings, including her forearm furiously stroking her throbbing cock to yet another intense orgasm. completely exhausted by now, she waddled over to her couch and lying down which mixed up the new mess with the old. Sucking her fingers she quickly passed out to end the messiest (and best) day of her life…

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Katie’s hands were now shaking uncontrollably as she walked through the main door. The girl at reception welcomed her. She went straight towards the elevators. Katie had been debating with herself all day whether she could go ahead with this. She knew herself that until she tried at least once the intrigue and curiosity would just eat at her. She pressed the button for the elevator door.

The elevator doors opened and she stepped inside and swipe her membership card inside. The inside of the elevators had the mirror walls, which she usually hated but tonight they were proving useful. She studied her reflection up and down. Her long brunette hair was still slightly wet from the light shower of rain that she had to negotiate outside. She had the figure most women would deem perfect. Her 36C breasts amply filled her white blouse and her narrow waist and tight ass were being well defined in her navy skirt. She had come straight from work, which accounted for her attire but she knew it would not matter what she was wearing.

The elevator stopped and she stepped out. She swipes her card at the security door and then enters the corridor. She moves into one of the vacant female Preparation Rooms. The room was like a luxury en-suite and more. She saw the luxury silk dressing gowns hang on the rail in the corner. She selected one, which fitted her and proceeded to get undressed. She removed the black panties and bra from her handbag and put them on. She knew that they were not going to be seen tonight but she needed to feel sexy herself so that she could go through with this. She fixed her long her, applied some more perfume and then looked at herself in the mirror. She was ready.

She gathered all her belongings and placed them in the empty storage box on the counter. She then walked over to the exit door and pressed the button to enter the storage area.

The Club was an exclusive private members club which catered for the extremely affluent and beautiful who lived or regularly travel through the city. With the use of extensive technology The Club provides members with the means to fulfil their sexual needs and desires in complete secrecy. Very few know about its existence and even less are able to join The Club. Members first need to have sufficient financial resources to be able to join because this kind of exclusivity costs. The Club is then very selective in the type of members they allow to join. In particular female members must be of a certain level of attractiveness. This rule is more relaxed for some male members especially those who are willing to pay exorbitant membership fees. This in turn allows for a reduced membership fee for the more attractive female members.

The Club is located within a block of residential apartments. However, within the confines of the building lies a very elaborate technologically assisted system. The Club has hundreds of specially designed bedrooms. These are no ordinary bedrooms. Each room has two entrances/exits. This allows the occupants to enter and exit separately. To enter a bedroom a member swipes his/her card walks through the first door, which closes behind him/her. They then can open the second door into the room. The room is quite basic in its contents, but is designed Maltepe Escort for its occupants to manoeuvre safely without any light. And that is the whole idea behind The Club. Members can enter and exit rooms separately and never be seen by the other member. No light shines in the bedrooms unless both members wish for it to do so. Between the two entrance doors there is a light switch. If both members select for it to be on then the room will have lights.

In the room there are no hard objects or sharp edges. The walls are padded and the bed in the centre of the room has soft padding around the sides. This enables members to walk into the room and towards their conquest without the fear of walking into walls or furniture. Members are warned to be careful and not walk into each other.

From the moment members enter the elevators at the reception desk they have guaranteed anonymity if they so wish. There are numerous elevators at reception. The member will exit from the elevator when the entrance to the preparation rooms is clear. Once the member is finished in the preparation room s/he can exit into the storage room. There are a number of different storage rooms but only one member is allowed entry at a time. The storage room has the usual lockers for the member to store their belongings, which can only be released with use of their card. The exit from the storage leads into a Selection Room.

There are two ways for members to be pair with a partner or partners. One could simply select a vacant room and then indicate what s/he is seeking e.g. Male seeking female for anal sex. This would then be displayed on the Selection Board located in each Selection Room. The second method of selection would be to look at the Selection Board and choose whatever tickles your fancy. Once a selection is made an elevator door is opened which brings you to the appropriate corridor where the room you selected is located. At no stage do you see or be seen by anyone else. Members are therefore able to have their indiscretions without even the person with whom they are having sex with knowing who they are.

And to assist members who may need to account for their whereabouts located within the building there is also a large gym and spa, which is also opened to other members of the public. Members of The Club have the costs of membership of the gym and spa included in their own membership.

Katie is one of the newest members of The Club. She learned of its existence from a college friend. Katie is 26 years of age. She works in marketing and married Tom two years ago. Katie would not have been able to afford the membership fee had she not been given the top discount, which they only give to the most attractive of girls. Her college friend Samantha had told her of this. The topic came up when Katie confided in Samantha that her sex life was quiet dull since the wedding. Tom had never been the most adventurous lover but his sex drive had almost disappeared. Katie on the other hand had more than a healthy sex drive and needed something to give her a release.

Katie spent months looking at the business card for The Club which Samantha had given her before making her initial application for membership. She was now exiting Ümraniye Escort the Storage Room and entering the Selection Room for the first time.

Katie went over the board, which showed the current activity. She had thought long and hard about what she would do tonight. She decided that the actual experience itself would be enough for the first night. If she enjoyed it then she could be more adventurous. She did not want to be left waiting in a room for a partner so she looked through the list of rooms waiting for a partner. Her requirements tonight were simple: Male seeking female for straight sex. She picked the first of such listings she seen and walked into the open elevator.

The elevator journey seemed to take longer than most. Again she could see herself clearly in the reflective walls. Her gown was open showing of her great bust and sexy underwear. She noticed that she was feeling wet for the first time since entering the building. She slides a hand inside her panties and massaged her clit with two fingers. Her fingers move down and just inside her pussy. She has become quite wet in such a short amount of time. The elevator comes to a quick stop and the opening of the doors startles Katie.

Katie pauses before she exits the elevator. Room 554 is her destination. There are five doors on each side of the corridor. She hurries to the right door and swipes her card and enters through the first door, which closes immediately behind her. She is now in a small space between the two doors. She inserts her card into the cardholder. Looking around she sees that there are quite a few items available for assistance. On one side there is a row of sex accessories such as lubricants, massage oils etc. On the other side there is quite a few different sex toys. On the wall behind her there is another selection board. Katie knows she does not need any of the available accessories. She selects the lights off button and opens the second door to the bedroom.

Katie had never entered any of the bedrooms before. The induction did show her a video of one. They are not overly big. Each of the rooms is exactly the same. Once you become accustomed to moving around in the dark there would be no difference between any of the rooms.

Katie nervously walks into the room. Even though she knows that there is someone in the room she is startled when he says “Hi”. The man introduces himself as Mark. Katie knows that this is not his real name. Each member is advised to create his or her own alias. Most members re use the same name each time. “Hi I’m Anna” she said just about remembering to use her alias. Mark directed her over to the bed in the centre of the room. It was clear that she was quite new to this.

Katie sat down on the bed beside him. He immediately placed one hand behind her back and used his other hand to run along the front of her body. Katie felt like she was being looked up and down by a hand. His hand’s movements would become much slower when he came to the material of her bra first and then her panties. It was a few minutes before he said anything to her before “I like what I feel, may I” and then he moved in for a kiss. Katie opened her mouth to let his hot tongue move inside hers. She could feel İstanbul Escort his wandering hand now massage her clit through her panties.

The hand moved up to take off her dressing gown on one side. The other hand joined in and her dressing gown was now off. He gently pushed her down onto the bed breaking their kiss momentarily. His hands reached behind Katie’s back and quite quickly unclasped her bra. This was definitely not the first time he done that Katie thought. His hands then moved down her body and on each side grabbed her panties and slid them down her long smooth legs.

He positioned himself between her legs and lowered himself down so that he could resume kissing. Katie felt his hardness rub against her clit and pussy lips. She wrapped her legs around his torso pulling him closer to her. The kisses became more aggressive and their bodies rubbed against each other. Without warning his penis pushed inside Katie’s pussy lips. The few thrusts did not go too deep but then she felt him lift his body before forcefully pushing deep inside her. The force of which, together with the build up of anticipation, caused Katie to scream out with joy. She had longed for sex for months now and finally she was getting it. Her scream provided her partner with more encouragement to increase the speed and force of his thrusting inside her. His hands moved under her two tight ass cheeks, which give him more leverage to push deeper insider her squeezing both cheeks tight in the process.

The thrusting of his rock hard cock into her soaking pussy continued unabated. It felt like such a long time since Katie had felt like this. Pure animal instincts taking over and enjoying sex so much.

Almost quite abruptly Mark withdraws from Katie. The sense of disappointment is short lived. He rolls her over on the bed. She knows what he wants to do. She lifts herself up onto her hands and knees and spreads her legs waiting for the man behind her to enter. He takes hold of her sweet ass before guiding his still rock hard cock inside her pussy once more. The change of positions allows him to get even deeper inside of her. Katie bites down on her lip. Habit has made her try and not make noise. But she is overcome and her arousal escapes from her mouth. Mark is now massaging her clit with one hand will pumping his cock hard into her pussy.

For the first time Katie can now hear Mark getting quite excited. She responds by pushing back against his cock, helping him to speed up his thrusts. She knows that both of them are close to cumming. She just hopes that he can hold on long enough to make her cum. The thrusting continues getting faster and faster until finally Katie’s body starts to spasm and Katie’s scream of pleasure is almost deafening. Her first orgasm in over two years. She collapses in a heap on the bed not really noticing the man behind her is still pumping his cock hard into her pussy. He then withdraws and seconds later Katie can feel her ass being covered in hot cum. She does care in the slightest and is enjoying the come down from her orgasm.

Mark collapses beside her on the bed but there is no pretend embrace. He regains his breath and then quite politely thanks Katie before leaving the bed. Katie then hears a door open and close and seconds later a dim light comes on in the room. She looks around still quite dazed. She can now appreciate the minimalist nature of the room. It is designed for one thing only and she has really enjoyed that purpose.

END OF PART 1

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Dolores Jones, a striking 30 year old brunette private investigator, had been working the case for three months when everything unraveled. She’d got herself a job as a cocktail waitress at the Venus Club, where two other waitresses had gone missing over the last couple of years. The local police knew the club was owned by a local crime boss, Tony Di Angelo, and was a front for a wide range of illegal activities, including drugs, prostitution, money laundering and much more besides. But they could never build enough of a case to make anything stick, until recently.

Dolores had been hired by the sister of one of the missing girls, and had found out the chilling truth, from gaining the confidence of some of the other waitresses and dancers at the club. The two missing girls had been offering extra services to rich customers as part of a blackmailing sting. But they’d either skimmed some money, or knew too much about the illegal activities, or both. Nobody knew for sure. But they’d been driven out beyond the city limits by one of the crime boss’s lieutenants – one last year, the other the year before – and never seen or heard from again. Apparently they weren’t the first.

According to what Dolores had been told by some of the other frightened employees, the crime boss’s mistress – a sultry 30 year old redhead called Lola Devine – had been a key player in the murders, gaining the missing women’s trust and then luring them into the car with one of the crime organization’s muscle thugs.

Dolores had amassed enough documents and testimony to bring down the operation and had kept the police informed, but something had gone wrong. A clerk at the police department had run up gambling debts and was passing information to local criminals to work off his debt. He’d somehow found out about Dolores being an undercover PI, and word had quickly reached Tony Di Angelo. Realizing he’d be facing murder charges, but having already amassed millions, he’d cut his losses, cashed in his assets and was about to head to a small local airport where he kept a private aircraft.

Ahead of fleeing to South America he’d called Lola, told her to collect the fortune in stolen jewels that he kept at the club, and then join him at the airport. He’d also told her that Dolores was an undercover PI with enough information to send them both to prison for life, and that she should take care of her. Which is how Dolores found herself alone with Lola in the lavish penthouse apartment above the club, at the point of a gun.

Both women were dressed as all the waitresses at the club were attired, in short, tight, flimsy slip dresses that left little to the imagination, and high heeled shoes. Dolores was wearing a red dress and Lola’s was white. The evil redhead eyed Dolores warily, a small revolver in her hand.

“You interfering bitch,” she snarled, “you’ve caused a lot of trouble. But I guess life on a beach in South America won’t be too bad, with all our money to keep us company.”

Dolores thought quickly. It was clear to the resourceful PI that the redhead intended to kill her. She needed to make a move. She thought quickly and then launched into a story.

“You won’t be going to Rio, Lola. Mr Di Angelo has double crossed you. He’s long gone, I’m sure. Why, even the jewels in that case are fakes. Bostancı Escort I saw him switch them last week.”

It was a desperate bluff, but she counted on Lola’s greed and stupidity, and knew that the gun made the villainess arrogant and overconfident. Dolores had been edging closer to the redhead, who was glancing nervously at the jewelry case that was resting on a small table beside them.

“N-no,” Lola gasped, “h-he wouldn’t” – she glanced at the jewelry box again, panic and confusion in her eyes, her gaze shifting rapidly between the box and the woman she’d been ordered to kill. But Dolores had slowly closed the distance between them, and took advantage of Lola’s panic and indecision, suddenly thrusting out her arm, her hand grabbing Lola’s wrist and forcing her arm up as the panicked gun moll fired her weapon, shots hitting the ceiling.

The two women struggled desperately and furiously for possession of the gun, unsteady in their high heeled shoes, aiming kicks at each other’s ankles, gasping with effort, and yelling threats and abuse at each other.

After several minutes of struggling on their feet, knocking over the table with the jewelry case on it, their shapely bare legs tangled and both women fell hard on the floor, Lola losing her grip on the gun, which slid away across the floor. She lunged for it desperately, but Dolores pulled her back, the girl crook screaming in rage and frustration.

The two women struggled furiously on the floor, rolling over and over in a leggy tangle, slapping, scratching and pulling hair. As they rolled over and over, their shapely bare legs locked, tangled and kicked, resulting in both women’s high heels coming off as they rolled back and forward across the floor, first one on top, then the other.

The contents of the jewelry box were spilled across the floor beside the fighting women. The redheaded femme fatale was intimately familiar with jewels and Lola had a look of fury on her face as she saw the jewels were the genuine items and realized Dolores had tricked her, distracting her just enough to make her move.

Screaming abuse at the interfering PI, the murderous redhead raked at Dolores with her nails and the fight raged back and forward for several minutes, both women’s bodies slippery with perspiration, with both of them hitting, slapping, scratching, kicking, spitting, biting, pulling hair and choking each other in a life-or-death struggle.

The feisty PI knew she was fighting for her life. Lola was involved in at least two murders, and would surely kill her if she got the chance. Lola was equally desperate, knowing it was a life of riches and luxury if she got away, but life in prison if she was caught.

After ten more minutes of desperate struggling, both women were scratched, bruised, sore, sweaty and exhausted, but still evenly matched. Occasionally one of them made a lunge for the gun, only to be dragged back by the other, screaming with frustration. All the fighting took place on the floor, the women often locked together in a sweaty tangle, sometimes slapping and scratching, other times with their hands in each other’s hair, tugging furiously.

Finally, the two women broke away from their tangled rolling, both of them breathing hard, breasts heaving, glaring at each other with Ümraniye Escort hate in their eyes. They were both on their knees facing each other, too exhausted to stand.

With jewels, overturned furniture, and both women’s high heeled shoes scattered round the room, Lola scooped up one of the shoes and threw it at her hated rival with a scream of rage. It missed, as the plucky PI dodged, but the move gave Lola a chance. Looking around desperately, she saw her gun a few feet away on the floor and crawled towards it, her face a mask of hate.

Dolores saw the danger and scrambled after the redhead femme fatale. Lola was sobbing with rage, cursing her stupidity in letting the PI get too close to her, but had a murderous expression on her face as she reached her gun, her hand closing on it.

“Oh no you don’t, Lola,” Dolores gasped, tackling the gun moll down hard, just as her hand closed on her weapon. The brunette PI had the redhead crook face down on the floor and straddled her, her hand scrambling for the redhead’s wrist, gripping it hard and tight in her hand, then twisting savagely, pulling the screaming redhead’s arm up high behind her back.

“Drop the gun, Lola”, she hissed. The panicking redhead was screaming and struggling, kicking her shapely and sweaty bare legs furiously, but Dolores had her straddled and pinned, face down on the floor. Lola still had her gun in her hand, but was unable to use it.

Dolores had Lola’s wrist gripped hard and tight in one hand, and was using her other hand to grip Lola’s arm a little higher up, but still below the elbow, twisting the redhead crook’s arm up savagely behind her back in a perfectly-executed hammerlock.

“Drop it Lola”, the feisty PI yelled. “Drop the gun, you murdering bitch, or I’ll break your arm.” The screaming girl crook was in an impossible position: face down on the floor alongside the fortune in jewels, straddled, pinned, her breasts squashed painfully on the floor as the PI’s weight pressed down on her, her arm and shoulder in agony. She tried to reach back with her free hand, clawing desperately, but it was hopeless.

“Let go of the gun, Lola,” Dolores gasped, twisting Lola’s arm up even higher behind her own back. “Drop it, Bitch”. Sobbing with rage, pain and fear about her fate, the evil redhead finally had no choice but to release her grip on the weapon.

Sobbing with relief at having so narrowly escaped being killed, Dolores scooped up the weapon. She grabbed Lola’s sweat-soaked hair with her other hand, pulled the sobbing girl crook’s head up a few inches off the floor, and then clubbed her savagely on the back of her head with her own gun, releasing her grip on Lola’s hair as the girl crook fell forward, stunned and hors de combat.

Dolores was sitting astride her beaten foe, who was face down on the floor, straddled, pinned and helpless under the exhausted-but-victorious brunette PI. Dolores was breathing hard, her breasts heaving, but she still needed to do a couple of things. She grabbed Lola’s wrist again, repeating the earlier move where she’d finally disarmed the gun moll, twisting her arm up high behind her back a second time.

“OK Lola,” she gasped, “tell me where Mr Di Angelo has gone, or I swear I’ll break your arm.” Sobbing and screaming, her nerve Kartal Escort completely gone, the defeated girl crook told the feisty PI everything, in between yells of agony and sobs of fury. Her face was pressed down painfully on the floor, as were her breasts, and while she was still struggling weakly, the determined PI had her under complete control.

“Looks like you won’t be needing those jewels, Lola”, Dolores sneered down at her defeated foe, still gripping her wrist hard and tight, still keeping Lola’s arm twisted up painfully behind her back. Lola’s face was inches away from some of the priceless jewels. A pearl necklace had snapped as the two fighting women rolled over it earlier, and it was now draped over Lola’s free hand.

“No cocktails on the beach in Rio for you, you murdering bitch,” the PI hissed. “Just a life sentence and a prison cell until the day you die. Now, put your other arm behind your back or I swear I’ll break your arm.”

Sobbing with fear, rage, pain, shame and humiliation, Lola complied. In a final irony, Dolores wrapped the snapped pearl necklace around the sobbing girl crook’s wrists, tying her hands together behind her back in a painfully tight fashion.

With a satisfied look on her face, Dolores got up slowly, standing over her defeated foe, who was face down on the floor, sobbing her heart out. Dolores used the apartment’s telephone to call the police, telling them to ground flights at the airport and intercept Mr Di Angelo, and to come to the club’s penthouse apartment to arrest Lola for murder.

The police arrived ten minutes later. Lola was still face down on the floor and two cops hauled the sobbing girl crook roughly to her feet, untied the pearl necklace from her wrists and replaced it with handcuffs, the cold metal digging into her slender wrists. Lola winced in pain, her wrists already bruised from Dolores having tied them so tightly with the necklace.

An hour ago Lola had looked sexy, sassy and sultry in her little slip dress and heels, and had been anticipating a life of luxury in Rio, filled with lazy days on the beach sipping cocktails, and champagne and gourmet food in the city’s fancy restaurants.

Now, she was a hot mess, with a life sentence in a brutal prison ahead of her. One of the shoulder straps of her slip dress had been snapped in the desperate struggle, and one of her ample breasts was on display. She was led away by the cops, sweaty, disheveled and barefoot, hands cuffed behind her back.

As the police marched Lola towards the door, they passed Dolores, who was giving another cop her statement. The two women’s eyes met briefly. Lola glared at the brunette PI, but there was shame and fear in her expression too, as well as fury. She’d had the gun, yet had been tricked, disarmed, overpowered, straddled, pinned and defeated by the feisty brunette PI. It wasn’t just defeat, it was total humiliation.

Dolores looked Lola directly in the eyes, her expression a mix of satisfaction at her victory, and contempt for the gun moll who’d plotted the deaths of at least two other young women. Lola couldn’t meet Dolores’s gaze and looked down.

As she was led out of the room, head down, cuffed, with her arms behind her back, the certainty of a life sentence finally hit her, and she had a sick, tight feeling in her chest, and a look of absolute despair on her face. Her sore, sweat-soaked body was shaking with sobs, and though she didn’t realize it at the time, she’d relive the agony of her defeat at the hands of the feisty brunette PI every day for the rest of her life.

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