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Chapter 03: Tragedy of Syn

There is a haze of incense smoke that drifts ghost like around the rooms. Foggy sad little wraiths of smoke.

I can smell other types of smoke under its sandal wood smell. I know a few of my guest make use of the little side rooms for more than a few stolen kisses. I have even been given warnings by the local police about what they will do to me should they come here and find such.

Let them come. I know what guests do what and I have ways of hearing about such things before they happen. They will find nothing.

Walking past the leather room I stop and look at the whipping horse. A top has his sub draped over it and is administering slow lashes. I watch then move forward. I smile at him as my hand catches his wrist. He may be the master between them but here in my club I’m the master of all. I adjust his grip just an inch or so and step back out the way. When he swings again I see the look on his face. The understanding that follows.

He was giving pain without need. The lash lands with every bit as much force but the angle is better. The smack louder.

Her pleasure more. I can see it on her face.

I leave the room. I’m in far too dark a mood for it. I would be dangerous to a sub tonight.

Stepping into the chapel I see ‘The Daughter’ at the bar talking to one of our regulars, Divine. Probably not her real name but then there is a lot of that going on here. The bulge in the front of her pants gives claim to her desire for satiation tonight.

The women of the club tonight however don’t seem interested.

I run a hand up her back, my fingers caressing those powerful muscles that years in the gym have give to her. The corded bands of strength that might give even my bouncers pause.

“Papa Syn. I was just telling Daughter here that I may have to go down to the Gilded Lilly. I can’t seem to find anyone wanting to play with me tonight.” She says with a pout.

I curl my fingers into the back of her neck.

“You didn’t ask me yet.” I say grinning.

Divine smirks.

“You know better Syn. I love cock so long as it’s not original equipment. I’m an aftermarket kind of girl.” Her drink, straight whiskey, makes a clink against the large men’s ring on her hand.

“Oh I know that…But I would love to change your mind.” I tell her teasingly. I look to Baethny and see a faint smile grace those black lips. She would love to play with this powerful woman.

Divine gives a chuckle and looks to Baethny.

“What is it with guys and lesbians? Everyone of them thinks that all it takes is one night with them and we will flip.” She chuckles and sits her glass back down. I see the bottle as the Daughter fills it unasked. She has expensive takes in whiskey, good taste …but expensive.

“With him…you might.” Says Baethny with a smile that is pure lust for those those know what to look for. “If nothing else he would simply watch as you played with me.”

I can see her hesitate looking from the Daughter to me and back. A snort then a slight shake of her head is proceeded by a grin.

“Let me think about it. I have to say the Idea of a guy watching as I do his …wife…has crossed my mind.” Divine turns to me and runs a hand across my chest then catches my chin in her powerful fingers. “Who knows I get bored with her I might do you for the fun of hearing a guy squeak.”

“You would have to be a lot more powerful than you look” I stop and slowly grin “…to get bored with her. But if you do well …we will see who does what to whom at that time.” She gives me a smirk for a half-second then looking into my eyes it slowly disappears.

Leaving the bar I head for one of the tables to talk to a friend I’m half way there when I hear my name being called.

“Syn!”

Looking toward the small side door that leads to my office I see Gregory holding his hand beside his head his thumb at his ear finger at his mouth.

I nod and turning to look back at Bethany I catch her attention. To her quirked eyebrow I make the same gesture after point to my chest. She nods under standing. Stepping into the office my ears ring as the door closes. Two inches of cork under the paneling. The second smartest investment in the whole club. Silence can be a hard thing to find here at times.

Sitting down in the soft black leather chair I pick up the phone and hit the button.

“Sanctuary, Syn speaking.”

“Ah…I asked to speak to a Todd Mercer?”

The voice is hesitant unsure of itself. But under that is a professional quality. That feeling of a person that’s on the phone a lot.

Also a sense of authority rings through.

“That would be me.” I say after a second. I had to answer to my name here. It feels like I’m lying.

Syn is many things but a liar isn’t one of them.

“Mr. Mercer this is sergeant Wilks at the east precinct. I’m calling to ask if you can come to Montclair hospital…there has been an accident. I understand from a number we found in her purse that you were married to a Frances Moore. Both she and her daughter are here in ICU.”

“I’m konyaaltı escort bayan on my way.”

The phone misses the base as I grab my coat off the wall hook. The thunder of the club washes over me as I cross the distance to where Baethny is talking to one of the customers. She doesn’t notice me, her back is to me.

I catch her arm as she goes to move towards the bar.

For a half second I see her fire, then she sees my face.

“Angel and Frances are at Montclair.”

She nods her eyes going wide.

“Go.” She says softly.

As I tear out the front of the club past my startled bouncers I ponder on the fact that those were the first words we have ever spoken to each other in the club. Some how that something from my past brought it about isn’t a surprise.

The old T-bird awakens from its slumbers with a grumble that would do any old man proud. I kick the gas and leave the parking lot with a bark of the tires.

My Angel.

The red lights between the club and the hospital are meaningless hindrances to me tonight. Somewhere, someone must have been watching because other than one blown horn none protest their displeasure.

The engine gives pops almost like it’s panting as I jump out the door. As I cross to emergency I see a security guard come to attention. I have no time for his nonsense tonight I don’t care what I look like.

He’s holding up a hand to stay me as I come through the door.

“My daughter was brought in, I was told by a Sargent Wilks that she is in Intensive care. Some kind of an accident.” My voice hits him with an authority me must only hear from his captain. I see his eyes go wide. The ‘Dom’ is so very close to the top tonight. I feel like I could make a god kneel just by telling him to. “I’m Todd Mercer.”

It takes him a half-second to check on a computer screen then he gives a nod. When I start forward he stops me again.

I know my eyes must be lethal.

“All metal object in the basket please.”

I drop my keys and phone into the red plastic.

“It’s still going to go off.” I tell him as I step into the arch.

It buzzes like a pissed off bee.

I watch him take a wand and start to run it up from my feet. The buckles on my boots. The grommets on my leather pants, the piercings I put in tonight. He stops it by the middle of my back. The wand keeps warbling.

“A bullet.” I tell him to his quirked eyebrow. “The piece the doctor couldn’t get out with out risking paralysis. Now can I go please?”

He nods after a second. My key drop back into my pocket

The elevator rumbles as it rises. A hollow sound. You would figure in a hospital the elevators wouldn’t be haunted.

Again a look from the nurses at the desk. I guess they have never seen a man who looks like me either. As I walk towards the desk my boots hitting the floor with a pop I see her hand go to where I’m sure a security button is.

“Angel Mercer…. And Frances Moore?”

My fingers contact the desktop with a tap from the heavy black polish on my nails.

“And you are?” she asks me with a quaver to her voice. I have no time for this.

“Todd mercer. Angel’s father. Frances is my ex wife.”

I watch her check something. With a building sense of frustration. Her lack of urgency though finally calms me.

If my daughter were dying she would be moving faster by now.

“This way if you please.” I look up at a large male… nurse, orderly, caregiver, or whatever he wishes to be called. As I walk and he keeps looking back at me to make sure I’m following I realize his title should be keeper. That seems to be his function.

The room has that smell that the whole place extrudes, but under that I catch a hint of a soft perfume. As I cross to the bed I look down into the face of my daughter.

She has her mom’s face, thank the gods for that one. My features on a woman would be too harsh to be called beautiful. Her head is wrapped in a bandage around the crown and I see her arm is in a cast. Her leg as well. There is an overall bruising to her features that gives a hint to the force of the wreck that put her here.

She looks. Okay. My nerves settle slowly.

I look to my Keeper.

“Her mother?”

“She’s across the hall.”

It feels like a betrayal to leave my daughter’s side to go to the woman who took her from me but I do it non-the less. Out the corner of my eye I see a tall man in a long white coat coming down the hall. A police officer is next to him, keeping pace.

I guess they think my keeper might not be enough.

Frances looks…not okay.

The tube in her mouth is taped to her cheek. Her head is also wrapped and her leg is also in a cast. But there are differences. Her leg is in traction. There are signs of extensive bruising around her neck. The right side?

I turn to the doctor as he steps into the room.

“She wasn’t driving?”

“No. Mr…Moore?”

“Mercer.” I correct him as my eyes go to the officer trying to look casual outside. His eyes muratpaşa escort bayan meet mine and I give him a calm nod. I see him visible relax. “What happen?”

“A car crossed the median and struck them on the passenger side. Your daughter appears to have hit her head on the window. She has a fractured arm and a broken ankle. There were also some minor lacerations. We think she has a concussion.”

“You think?” I ask an edge to my voice. I can’t stand ‘practitioners’ of medicine. They need to come to the club and let me show them how to talk to people with a bit of confidence in tone.

“No Mr. Mercer. We know, to the best of our ability. We will know for sure when she awakens. Now Your wife here…”

“Ex wife.” Was the difference in name not enough for this fool. I do hope he’s a better doctor than he is a public speaker. “Frances and I divorced about fifteen years ago.”

“Yes. Well she was more severely injured. Her side of the car sustain a much greater impact force.”

I feel a slight twitch make my eye want to jump.

“She has some internal injures from her impact with the seat-belt and the side passenger airbag. Her head hit the car door at least once. Her leg was crushed when the car crumpled. At the moment we have her in a medically induced coma while we see if the swelling in her brain continues to go down.”

I slowly nod.

“Your daughter should recover fully we are really just waiting for her to wake on her own. If she is coherent we will probably transfer her to a private room and keep her for observation for a few days. Ms Moore will have a more extended stay but I have full hopes for her recovery as well. Now if you have any questions Mr. Mercer I will be here for about another two hours then a Dr. Graves will be on call. Simply ask at the nurses station.”

“Thank you Dr…. Clay” I read off his name tag The fool was too nervous by the way I look to even give me his name.

When the doctor leaves I turn and look down on my ex wife. So many memories. I haven’t seen her for a decade. She told me to never come around the last time I was in her presence. The names she called me then.

I do note she never sent back the child support checks. No matter how she felt about me.

Leaving the room I stop seeing the officer still standing there.

“If I promise not to go down to maternity and bite the newborns…or their mothers will that help?”

He chuckles after a second.

“I know what I look like …but right now I’m just a father with a daughter in the hospital.”

He gives me a nod then walks away talking into his mic clipped to his front pocket.

My Angel. I look down on her then pull up the chair and sit down next to her. Her hand looks so small in mine when I take it. I remember when it looked even smaller. When her little fingers looked no bigger than grains of rice and they could hardly curl around my pinky finger.

As the tears start to fall Syn gives me a pat on the shoulder and walks away leaving just Todd. A worried father holding his daughter’s hand.

**********

My motorcycle cranks with an evil purr. Behind me the lights of sanctuary go dark as I leave Gregory to close up.

The air bites at my skin as I head towards the hospital. I can see the dawn coming not far off. The stars are beginning to fade ever so slightly. Someone not as familiar with the night as myself might not notice them dimming.

My thoughts are on my husband as I cruse through the nearly empty street. On him and on the life I know he once had.

The shattered pieces of a man I had to glue back together after that life fell apart.

I know it’s from that time that his life now was shaped but still…if not for the daughter I wish he never would have contact with that woman ever again. It’s not jealousy that guides that feeling. He had women before her…I’ve even had a few of them since then. But her. She broke my husband so very badly. She took a man reeling from the loss of family, gave him one, and then took that one away as well.

Her I could easily hate.

But the daughter? I’ve seen her only in pictures.

The cool air tells of the coming winter the days ahead when I will have to leave my beloved bike at home. I have often thought about moving south to escape the time of white.

But I hate the heat even more.

Pulling into the parking lot I see his old black car sitting like some chained beast among the little hybrids. Small cars that only the anorexic could ride in comfortable yet every one sing their praises.

I park my bike between his car and a Prius. I figure it’s the only way to keep the T-Bird from eating it.

I can feel the guard’s eyes on me as I walk towards the door. He sits up and watches with a not quite Lear. Those looks of lust that I can inspire in fools that couldn’t handle me without a whip and a chair.

If I though they knew how to handle a whip I might even give them a half a chance.

As he runs the metal detector wand up me I watch, with a fell serik escort bayan look to my eyes, his expression. One quirk, one grin at where it goes off and I might do something I will have to explain to Syn.

Not regret, just have to explain.

I shiver hearing the ghosts in the elevator moaning their loss to me.

The nurses give me a strange look as well but I leave them unharmed, I’m feeling generous tonight and my mind is on my husband.

I find him by his daughter’s bedside. His head lying pillowed on one arm, on her bed, his hand holding hers. I can see that sleep took him just a short time ago.

Looking up the hall I see a security guard walking towards me. He also has that look of boyish lust. It stops at the look in my eyes.

Baethny steps to the side as I walk into the room. Unlike Syn she never really leaves me.

I don’t think I could stand it if she did.

“Todd?” I give his shoulder a shake.

My husband awakens quickly and looks from me to his daughter.

“Go get you some coffee. I’ll watch her till you get back.”

He nods. I steady him when he stands. I can see the weight of the world has settled back around him again. I pull him to me for a quick hug then send him after what he needs.

Sitting down I look at the little Angel. I’ve heard her called that so many times by him over the years.

She looks like her mother. It’s no blessing; her mother was no ravaging beauty. Still there is a bit of my man around her cheekbones. Enough that I can’t dislike the daughter as I have her mother.

Her eyes open.

Seeing this I wish I hadn’t sent him to get coffee. He should be here. I don’t know what to say.

Her eyes go to me then open very wide.

“Who are you and…. Is it Halloween?”

A grin splits my face.

Her father said almost the same thing to me so very long ago.

“I’m Beth…I’m your wicked step mother.” I say then bite the tip of my tongue to show I’m teasing. “How do you feel?”

“With my fingers. Is my Mom alright?” the confusion of a person drugged is there but I can hear a humor that puts me in mind of the father.

“I just got here but I can check for you. The last I hear about her she was in stable condition.”

Getting to my feet I start towards the door.

“Wait. Step mother?” she asks blinking and looking at me with widening eyes.

“No my dear. Wicked Step mother.” I smile and step out the room. I see my husband returning down the hall. He has a cup of coffee in each hand. I take one from him reveling in the warmth it brings to my cold fingers.

“She’s awake.’ I tell him simply.

If I hadn’t stepped to the side he would have knocked me down getting past. Baethny flares at that but I tell her to calm down.

Crossing the hall I pull the chart from the door and look over it. I don’t look at her, I’m afraid if I did my hatred of her would get the better of me. I have little pity for her injuries.

She caused at least this much damage to my husband. The only difference his scars don’t show.

I cross back to Angel’s room.

“She is still stable.” I say.

“What does that mean? Is she going to be boarding horses? What’s wrong with her?”

“Easy Angel.” He tells her his voice a soothing whisper.

The one he often comforts me with when the pleasure of being whipped is long past and only the pain remains.

“Damn easy! Where is the doctor and why are you here?” I see she tries to pull her hand from his but doesn’t have the strength.

I turn my head when a man in a coat and a tall orderly walk into the doorway.

“Visiting hours don’t begin till seven. And even then it’s immediate family. Now I will have to ask you to leave as your disturbing my patient.”

I read the name tag on his coat.

“Dr. Graves? The mother is unable to make decisions and she has no stepfather. By what consent to you plan to do anything if not… her father’s?” I gesture to my husband.

Looking to Todd I swallow for a half second when I see Syn behind his eyes looking back at me. A very dark and angry Syn at that. Slowly I see Todd come to the forefront again.

“Doctor she has just awoke and is confused form the drugs you have given her. I was about to tell her about her mother when you arrived, if you wish stay. You can clarify anything I miss.

**********

It feels strange to ride to the club from my day job knowing Syn wont be there. But then it felt the same for the last two nights. The thousands of question that I’ve had to answer from people, the overwhelming concern from people we know only through… play. It warms a part of my heart I thought long dead.

Hope is just as strange to me at times.

I see the black T-bird in the lot with the door just opening as I pull around the corner. I bring my Ninja to a stop just in front of my husband. From the look on his face I guess wrong.

“Your ex awoke at last?” I ask lifting my visor.

He shakes his head.

“What are you doing here then?” I ask shutting down the bike.

Todd not Syn takes a deep breath.

“She told me she doesn’t want me to come back. Angel. She told the doctor to call me when he needed to get consent but that she didn’t want to see me.”

My husband…a man like any other. He can be a tower of strength unfazed by things that tear the world apart around us and yet. He can break so very easily. I can even now see the little spider web like cracks in the glass that is his heart.

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Chapter 8: The Interns

Stew, the pipefitter, drained his mug of beer and set it back down on the bar. It had been a long, tough week, and he was ready for his Friday night hand job.

“Carl!” he called down the length of the bar, to the ancient bartender, “Is Nancy here yet?”

Carl was wiping out a glass with a bar rag. He nodded, and wagged his head toward the ladies’ room, which Nancy used as her hand job parlor. Stew slid off his bar stool and moseyed back towards the ladies’ room, a twenty dollar bill in his fist.

Stew pushed open the door to the ladies’ room, and stopped short in amazement. Nancy, the usual Friday night hand job slut, was there, but she was not alone. She was accompanied by three other young women, all particularly cute and innocent looking.

“Hello, Stew,” said Nancy. “I hope you don’t mind, but I’ve brought along my interns to observe tonight. Is that all right with you?”

Stew did not have a problem with this idea. He was a big supporter of education. Especially education that resulted in more good looking women in the world who gave hand jobs as good as Nancy’s. Also, as much as he loved Nancy, he had to admit that she wasn’t much to look at. But these three interns were all mighty cute.

“No problem,” he said, in his usual terse manner. He handed Nancy his twenty and dropped his trousers to the floor.

“Ladies, observe,” Nancy said to her three interns. “Stew here has a particularly large cock. It is well suited to the Double O-Ring Piston stroke that we have studied back in our lecture sessions.” Nancy made an O-ring out of the thumb and forefinger of each of her hands, and placed them, together, at the middle of Stew’s already-stiffening cock. Her thumbs were touching at the middle of the shaft; her left pinkie deep in Stew’s pubic hair, and her right pinkie just grazing the sensitive rim of his cock head. “Note how the hands completely cover the shaft, and the grip is just tight enough to stimulate all of the skin.”

The three interns watched in fascination as Nancy began her stroking motion. She started slowly, moving her hands apart, the lower hand plunging down on the shaft, and the upper hand sliding up higher, engulfing the head of Stew’s cock. Then she reversed her motion, bring her hands back together again, until her thumbs were once again touching. She continued this motion, up and down, up and down, and slowly increased the speed. Each time her palm slipped up over the rim and sensitive head of Stew’s large cock, he shuddered and gasped with pleasure. Nancy expertly increased the speed, the pressure, and the intensity of the hand job, carefully observing Stew’s breathing and body language; she didn’t want him to peak too soon from too much stimulation, or to become bored from too little. “Watch his chest and his nostrils to see how he is breathing,” she instructed her students. “You don’t want to stimulate him too much, or not enough. You need to do it just enough.”

Stew was only vaguely aware of the lecture in progress. All he knew was that a pair of smooth, cool, and very talented hands were stroking the shaft of his cock, slipping over the sensitive rim of his cock head, and infusing his body with an incredibly erotic and pleasurable experience. He put his hand on the wall to steady himself. He imagined that his cock was one of the steam pipes that he had been working with all week; long, and hard, and full of incredible pressure!

As Nancy’s talented hands continued to slip and slide up and down his raging cock shaft, Stew was vaguely aware of the three pretty interns watching the action so intently. One was a short, pixyish blonde, one was a tall, athletic brunette, and one was a sexy redhead with a dynamite pair of knockers. He envisioned the redhead, naked, laid out in front of him, her legs spread and her jugs jiggling, as Nancy’s talented hands continued to stroke him and bring him closer and closer to exploding.

“Now, as you observe his nostrils beginning to dilate, and his breathing to become ragged, it is time to finish him off,” Nancy was saying. “That’s the time to apply extra motion to the rim of the cock head. The rim is always the trigger to the orgasm.” She slid her upper hand higher up on Stew’s cock than before, wrapping her soft smooth palm around the sensitive rim of his cock head. “And, to ensure that you get enough stimulation, it helps to add a bit of twist.” Nancy added the twisting motion to both hands, giving his shaft and head the extra level of stimulation that would send him over the edge. Stew, overwhelmed, grunted and thrust his pelvis, and his cock began to spew ropes of thick, white, pearly cum across the room. The three interns gasped at the quantities of jism that escaped from the swollen purple head of his enormous cock.

“And don’t forget to follow through,” Nancy was saying to her students, and she continued to knead and massage Stew’s dick as it began to wither and shrink in her hands. The interns chattered and giggled. Stew pulled up his konyaalti escort trousers and headed back out to the bar, satisfied that he had made his contribution to the education of today’s youth.

The next customer into the room was Angel, who was totally sweet on Nancy, or on any other woman, for that matter. When he saw the three cute young interns, his eyes popped.

“Mamacita! You have brought me three new señoritas to play with!” he exclaimed.

“These are my interns, Angel; they’ll be doing hand jobs under my instructions, if you don’t mind. Andi will be going first,” she said, indicating the short blonde pixie.

Angel grinned broadly and dropped his pants, handing Nancy the customary twenty dollar bill. “Si, Mamacita, Angel is happy to help you train your students.”

Andi took her place kneeling in front of Angel, and Angel looked down at her. She was short and petite, and very cute, with bright blonde hair and sparkling blue eyes. She wore a pair of large gold hoop earrings that went well with her cute, smiley face. Her name wasn’t really Andi; it was Andrea. But Nancy had given them all new hand job slut names; she wanted to present a consistent appearance for brand recognition purposes. She believed that this would make customers comfortable and confident, and more likely to come back for repeat purchases, which of course was just good business.

Andi looked up at Angel’s short, stubby cock, and wondered what was the best approach to use on it. She looked up at Nancy. Nancy told her, diplomatically, “For a cock of this size and shape, I would recommend the Slippery Doorknob.” Andi remembered this technique from the lectures that Nancy had given them back at her apartment, but had not yet had a chance to try it on a live customer. This was her opportunity.

Andi reached into the bag of supplies lying on the floor and pulled out a bottle of K-Y warming liquid lube. She held it up for Nancy to see. Nancy nodded. Andi poured a generous puddle of the slick liquid into her palm, and rubbed her hands together, spreading and warming the viscous lube. The she wrapped her left hand around Angel’s shaft, and grasped his bulbous cock head in her right hand. She began twisting on the knob as if it were a doorknob, left and right, in and out, around and around. Meanwhile, her left hand made short, up and down jerking motions on the short, stubby shaft. She kept up these coordinated motions, over and over.

“Now speed up a little,” instructed Nancy. “And tighten your grip, gradually.” Andi did so, and Angel moaned with pleasure. Andi twisted and stroked, rotated and pumped, and all the while Angel could feel the pressure building in his balls. His head went back and his mouth began gulping air, and Andi knew that he was reaching his climax. She wasn’t quite sure how to handle it.

“Keep your hand on the head, and catch as much of it as you can,” instructed Nancy. Andi kept twisting and stroking. Angel’s body jerked and his pelvis swung, and a steady stream of cum began flowing out of his cock slit. Andi kept her hand wrapped around the purple knob, and managed to contain most of it, although some slipped through her fingers and formed a pearly white puddle on the floor.

Angel gradually stopped gasping and opened his eyes. He looked down at Andi. “You are very good, my little tamale,” he said. “Almost as good as Nancy! Mucho gracias!” Andi finally took her hand away from his flaring cock head, and looked at the large glob of sperm in her palm. She greedily gobbled it down, her reward for flawlessly executing her first professional hand job.

Angel left the room, and his place was taken by another regular, Daryl. Daryl was tall, dark haired, and bearded, and had on his usual baseball cap. He had a fine, well-proportioned cock, and liked a little bit of everything in his hand jobs. Nancy told Candi to take her position.

Candi’s real name was Candace, and she was an athlete at school. She excelled at all sports, and Nancy knew that she would have the stamina to be an excellent hand job slut as well. Candi was tall and muscular, and liked wearing a thumb ring on her right hand. Nancy was curious to see how that would affect her hand jobs. She was guessing that it would be a nice addition.

“Daryl, this is Candi; she will be your hand job slut for the evening,” Nancy said.

“Cool!” said Daryl. He liked variety. And he especially liked the looks of this tall, athletic brunette, now kneeling eagerly in front of his naked dangling cock.

Knowing that Daryl liked a lot of variety in his hand jobs, and recognizing the educational potential in that, Nancy formulated her instructions. “Candi, why don’t you perform the basic hand job maneuvers One through Five on Daryl, and get him to climax right on number Five?” She wasn’t sure if Candi could pull it off, but it was worth a try. “Name the techniques as you perform them,” she added.

Candi grasped Daryl’s muratpasa escort swelling cock shaft in her right fist. She had studied well. “Number One: the basic pump,” she said, and pumped her fist up and down, up and down, from the root of Daryl’s cock up to his flaring head, up and down, over and over. She took care to maintain the speed and pressure that produced the best reactions in Daryl’s eyes, breathing, and body language. This basic stroke was amateur stuff, of course, but it formed the foundation for the fancier strokes. Soon she moved on. “Number Two: the basic pump with ball massage.” Candi cradled Daryl’s bulging nut sack in her left hand, and deftly massaged his tender gonads in her palm, palpating them with her strong fingers. Meanwhile, her right hand never missed a beat at its stroking, pistoning motion on his turgid shaft. Daryl moaned appreciatively.

Nancy nodded approvingly. Candi had obviously studied well. “Number Three: pump, ball massage, and twist,” announced Candi. Simultaneously, she added a twisting motion to her right hand, sliding it in a clockwise, then counterclockwise, direction on Daryl’s shaft, reversing direction over and over. Her up and down pumping of course continued as before, as did her fondling of Daryl’s taut scrotum. Daryl squirmed and shuddered in delight.

Nancy was impressed. “Next!” she commanded.

Candi responded immediately. “Number Four,” she declared. “The reverse pump.” As her right hand slid up the shaft toward Daryl’s head, she did not reverse direction, but slid it up and over the head, and back down the other side, now with her thumb downward. She continued to pump and stroke with this same thumb-down orientation. The O-ring of her thumb and forefinger deftly stroked Daryl’s now-glowing shaft, and her other fingers massaged and manipulated his sensitive cock head and rim on each upstroke.

Nancy had explained to her students, back in their lecture sessions at her apartment, the important difference between the thumb-up stroke and the thumb-down stroke. The thumb-up orientation was meat-and-potatoes. It gave slow, steady pleasure to the recipient, and should form the bulk of the hand job. But the thumb-down orientation was the spice, the hot sauce, the Tobasco. It would get a man off in no time at all, and should only be used near the end of the hand job. Nancy’s theory was that the thumb down orientation felt more like a real vagina, with the tight opening closer to the base of the penis, and the enveloping cradle of the insides on the sensitive head and rim.

Daryl was obviously nearing the end of his rope with Technique Number Four, which was of course its purpose. But Candi had one more step to perform. “Number Five,” she said. “Over The Top!” Now her right hand slid up the shaft in the thumb-down orientation, slid around and over the top of the flaring, swollen cock head, and back down the other side in the thumb-up orientation. Only to slide back up, and back over the top again, into the thumb-down stroke. And back again, and again, and again, stimulating all of the ultra-sensitive nerve endings in the delicate cock head on every cycle.

It was with this move that Candi’s thumb ring made its major contribution. Each time that she reversed her hand position, as her soft palm slid over and around Daryl’s sensitive cock head, the hard metal thumb ring flicked across the sensitive frenulum, the soft tender triangle of flesh just below the cock head. This most sensitive of locations, flicked and tweaked by the hard bit of metal, sent a jolt of pure pleasure deep into Daryl’s brain, in time with the sweeping, sliding rotation of her soft palm across the sensitive skin of his cock head. Each stroke of the ring across his cock made him shudder and jerk with intense pleasure.

Candi also continued the twisting motion, and the ball massage. Combined, these moves were just too much for Daryl, as it would be for any mortal. He gasped and shouted, and lost all control. His cum launched across the room, splattering on the wall, and running down in gooey white cascades onto the floor. Candi stood up and looked at Nancy.

“Very good, Candi. And thank you, Daryl, for being such a good lab specimen for us.”

“Any time, Nancy,” said Daryl, trying to regain his composure. “That was amazing!” He pulled up his trousers and went back out into the bar, in need of another beer.

The next customer to enter the bar was Curt. Curt was Nancy’s closest friend, and one of her oldest customers. He was a machinist, and very strong and very handsome. And he always wore underwear, which was rare for the customers in this blue-collar bar. Nancy considered it a sign of good breeding. She liked Curt, and was glad that he was here to help in the education of her girls.

“Curt, these are my interns. They are here to learn how to give hand jobs,” said Nancy.

“Well, they are learning from the best!” said Curt. He handed Nancy his twenty and serik escort dropped his pants and his underwear to the floor.

“Sandi, you’re up,” said Nancy. Sandi, whose real name was Sandra, knelt in front of Curt, staring at his cock. Curt looked her over. She was one sex bomb, that’s for sure, he thought. Flaming read hair and flashing green eyes, plus a curvy set of knockers and a nice round ass to die for. Bright red fingernails completed the look of a total vixen. Curt figured that with her looks, and Nancy’s training, she would soon be the most perfect hand job slut ever to walk the earth.

Nancy knew that Curt had tremendous stamina, and could withstand the most intense of hand jobs. She decided to unleash Sandi with one of her most powerful strokes. “Sandi,” she said, “show us the Double Reverse Twist.”

Sandi lightly fluttered her fingertips up and down the length of Curt’s shaft, as if she were playing a clarinet. This wasn’t a part of the double reverse twist, of course; she was merely grandstanding. Nancy raised an eyebrow. But it made Curt’s cock grow an extra inch in length, and made his cock head darken a shade deeper into the purple range of the spectrum. Sandi had a great natural talent, and Nancy was willing to let her follow her instincts. After a few moments of this fingertip fluttering, she slowly, theatrically, wrapped both of her hands around Curt’s long, rigid shaft, one hand near the top, the other near the base.

Curt inhaled sharply as Sandi’s soft, cool hands engulfed his cock, as the moist skin of her palms touched his delicate penile skin. She began moving her hands, in time with each other, up and down his shaft, sliding up over his head, then back toward the base, then up again. Always they moved together, as if it were one long, ten-fingered hand that was stroking and loving his rigid tool. At first they moved slowly, and then gradually faster, and faster, and faster still. At the same time, her loving grip became tighter, and tighter, and tighter. Nancy almost began to wonder if she had forgotten about the twist, but she hadn’t; she was merely biding her time, watching Curt’s nostrils and chest, waiting for the perfect moment.

When Sandi deemed the time right, she added the famous twisting motion to her hands, rotating them in opposite directions; first one hand to the left and the other to the right; then the first had to the right and the other to the left, and then reversing them, again and again. Curt’s breathing became shallower and sharper, and sweat broke out on his brow. Sandi lengthened her stroke, slipping her soft right hand up and over Curt’s flaring, purple, engorged cock head, and his ultra-sensitive corona, before sliding it back down the shaft. Curt began to twitch and moan, completely at the mercy of this powerful, well-designed hand job stroke.

Sandi continued the assault, and Curt continued to twitch and jiggle and sweat. His balls were drawn tightly up against his body, and his cock was a bright glowing red, the head a violent shade of purple. His thighs were trembling, his muscles taut. Sandi continued to slide, twist, and squeeze. Then she added a flourish of her own invention: she snaked out her tongue, and slid it right into the gaping pee-hole at the tip of Curt’s cock, right in between the thumb and forefinger of her right hand. She wiggled her tongue on Curt’s slit. This was the end for poor Curt; he could take no more and shouted out his orgasm. His bolt of thick white pearly semen shot straight up Sandi’s tongue and into her mouth. She gulped down a few jolts, but most of it ran back out of her mouth and down her chin. Curt shot and shot, and his hips twitched and convulsed. Andi and Candi cheered and clapped, and Nancy nodded approvingly. Sandi had done well.

Nancy was well pleased with all three of her interns; they had learned their lessons well. She estimated that by the end of the evening they would be ready for prime time hand job performances. Her plan was coming together.

More and more customers arrived into the ladies’ room, and Nancy had her girls, one after another, Andi, then Candi, then Sandi, execute hand job after hand job. She drilled them in all of the basic strokes: the pump, the twist, the infinite penetration. She drilled them in the intermediate strokes: the double twist, the reverse twirl, the butterfly. And she drilled them even in the most advanced strokes: the double reverse Lindy, the inverted backwards butterfly, the Australian shuffle. She wanted to make sure that they were ready for the big time, to be taken out on the road to fulfill Nancy’s dreams of a Hand Job Franchise.

Finally, closing time was drawing near. Nancy called a halt to the evening’s activities. “Ladies, you have all done very well tonight. I believe that you are ready for prime time! We’ll meet again on Wednesday night, 8 pm, at the Engineering library for opening night of Super Sluts. I’ll see you all there.” Then Nancy reached into her purse and took out the wad of money that she had collected over the course of the evening. She had promised each girl twenty dollars per hour; they had been here for five hours. She gave them each a hundred dollars; five crisp twenties per girl. That left two hundred dollars for Nancy, far less than she usually took home for a night. But she was not disappointed, as this was all part of her long-term strategy.

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This is straight up fetish nastiness, along the lines of “Margery” and “Maddy”. There is no sensitive story telling. In fact, there’s nothing redeeming here whatsoever. There is nothing remotely realistic here, despite there being several autobiographical ideas in this. But still:

There’s piss and poop in this story. Don’t read further if toilet slavery bothers you.

There’s “forced” creampie eating in this story. Don’t read further if bisexual elements bother you.

There’s cheating. Don’t read further if infidelity bothers you.

Finally, there’s pidgin English used. If your sensibilities require perfect grammar, please pass on this story. But having lived among and known real people who form the base of some of the characters, this is how English is parsed and spoken in some parts of the world.

For the two of you that still want to read this, you still have a chance to close this before I offend even you.

Still here? OK. Have at it then. All characters are represented to be over 18 years of age.

*****

My girlfriend called out from the computer room, where she was browsing Facebook, “Honey, I get message from Ling that she is come to town. She can stay with us while she here?”

This struck me as a little strange as Ling and my girlfriend, Tai, were frenemies under normal conditions. They were both in their early twenties, both came from the same country and competed over many different things after meeting in their new country including, at one time, me. A few years back during a month-long break when Tai went back home to visit her family, Ling made herself very available to me, and dropped several hints that I would greatly enjoy the experience. I politely refused, never mentioned anything about the incidents to Tai so nothing ever came of it. But I had the feeling that there was a bruised ego on Ling’s part that she could not get what she wanted. Ling had returned back to her home country, where she had met a new guy. Apparently she was doing well.

“Um,” I called out to her “I guess that’s OK. Does she have an agenda?” Whoops. Bad phrasing on my part, and I winced.

“What?” Tai understood English well enough but sometimes the nuance and subtext of the language escaped her.

“Sorry dear, I mean does she have a plan of things she wants to see and do while she’s here?” I tried again. I rousted myself from the couch and walked towards the room where she was typing.

“She say that boyfriend buy nail salon near here and she visit. Same boyfriend get her job interview here and she want to see friend. She not stay long. Maybe one week,” Tai said, turning briefly towards me as I stood in the door way.

“Wow. Nice boyfriend to have. I don’t have a problem with it if you don’t. Do you have a problem with it?” I asked, with a raised eyebrow.

“No, I OK,” Tai said flatly before turning back to the screen. Being a benevolent hostess was part of the competition, I guess.

Once she set her mind to something, Tai was persistent to the end. I paused for a second before she nodded and then I returned to the couch. Over the coming days, aside from minor housekeeping details we really did not speak much about the coming guest until her arrival. We had a guest bedroom, and the common bath, so Ling would have her own space away from the master suite we shared. Ling could shuttle from room to bath with a towel or robe as needed.

One day, there was a commotion when the doorbell rang, and once the door opened, high pitched squealing followed by rapid-fire dialog in their native tongue, which I had never bothered to learn. I heard a suitcase land in the foyer and made my way out to greet our guest.

I paused momentarily as a rounded the corner to say hello. Ling had added some highlights to her lustrous black hair and her face had filled in a little bit, but the biggest change was about twelve inches lower. Straining within her shirt looked to be a huge DD-cup, up from the A/B she was before and her hips and legs and ass were noticeably more muscular in the short skirt she was wearing. Her bustline was enhanced, clearly, but whether the rest was exercise or just natural maturing, she looked gorgeous and glamorous; immaculate manicures and pedicures and a sharp sense of style. I don’t think either one of them noticed my hesitation as I moved forward to greet Ling with a hand shake. She comfortably opened her arms and I bent over to carefully embrace her. If I showed too much emotion, I’d never hear the end of it from Tai.

“Hi Ling, it’s great to see you again,” I said pulling back. “You look great.” Her eyes twinkled at the compliment. She seemed genuinely thrilled.

“Thank you,” she said. “Thank you for visit. You both very nice for this.” Her voice was still girlishly high pitched and had a stronger accent than Tai’s. I took a handle of her bag and brought it to the guest room, while I let the ladies chat together.

The night was mainly the two of them talking with an konyaaltı escort occasional question or comment to me, as they inspected the house, for Tai to show off her prosperity and then they retired to the kitchen where they snacked on fruit. I left them alone so that I wouldn’t be caught overtly staring at how hot my girlfriend’s friend had become.

Tai and I had more energetic sex than usual that night; and I hardly think that was coincidence. Afterward, I went to the kitchen for a glass of water for each of us, and her soft whimpering from the guest room; Ling was getting her own freak on. Not many Asian girls will admit to masturbating, so for one to be more vocal about it, she was either very liberal, or, more likely in my opinion, she was too lost in her own feelings to care.

I returned home from work the next day to find Tai still in class, but Ling fluttering around the kitchen after spending a day at the pool. Her tanned skin was flawless and she hadn’t bothered to cover up the one-piece bathing suit that seemed like it was sized for a ten-year old. She was absolutely stunning; plump, firm tits with deep cleavage, and her ass looked like a casual athlete’s, taut and shaped with a generous jiggle that I would’ve paid to explore further. That ass tapered into trim legs with surprisingly powerful looking calves.

I raised my eyes to find her watching me watch her with a wry smile, which I returned before stealing a diced pepper from the prepped pile she was going to stir fry. She playfully swatted at my hand and I quickly exited without ever taking my sunglasses off, all the better to hide my suddenly eager and roaming eyes. I changed out of my work clothes and hid in the bedroom until my girl returned home. By then Ling had covered up considerably more.

After dinner Tai and I watched a DVD, while Ling went out with friends on the town. When Tai tired early, I finished the rest of the movie before retiring myself. In the last 15 minutes, Ling breezed back in, a bit tipsy, and deposited herself next to me on the couch. I could smell the alcohol on her, strong enough for such a petite frame. She proceeded to talk over the movie and bring me up to speed on gossip which I neither understood nor cared about, but it all seemed important to her, so I listened; we were considerate hosts, and all. She gradually collapsed against me while talking; an intimacy I was not particularly comfortable with but it seemed rude to interrupt her. The angle it provided me to look down her dress was luscious, and I felt my erection responding firmly.

As she talked on, she kicked off her platform shoes and extended her legs, then flexing her toes, each one capped with a patterned, shining polish while she chatted on about nothing. I admit it: I stared and was hypnotized and felt my rod become uncomfortably hard. If Ling noticed, she didn’t give any obvious signs

“So, what I do to get job?” she asked, turning her head up towards mine, and bringing me back to the here and now. I was caught staring at those cute toes and my mind raced to try to pretend I knew what she was talking about, besides being a pervert and a lousy boyfriend.

“Well, Ling, if you really want the job you will need to impress the boss on the interview. I’ve noticed that when I’ve interviewed good candidates, they try to take matters in hand and control the interviewer almost. Once you get that interviewer in your grip, you don’t let go until you’ve got the job.” Well, it sounded good at the time, and frankly, being put on the spot like that, I doubted I could get much better. But apparently Ling thought it was valuable, because she beamed that high-watt smile and agreed with me. She pushed herself upright with her hand on my thigh, just missing my obvious hard-on and stood, excusing herself and heading off to bed. I realized that her jeans looked like they were painted on and rode low enough so I could see the whale-tail underwear peeking out. The globes of her ass swayed rhythmically as she headed off to bed. This was going to be a long visit.

The next afternoon, I returned home to an empty house, or what I thought was empty. I put my bag aside and began taking off my shoes when I heard Ling shout from the guest bathroom. “Dave? You there? Help me please!” Despite her plea, it didn’t sound urgent, so I dropped my remaining shoe and walked over to help. She was in the bathroom with the door closed, so I knocked and asked if she was OK. The door opened a crack and Ling’s face appeared, cringing. “I sorry but I break toilet”. I could hear the toilet running as she opened the door just wide enough to let me in. She was fully dressed, but seemed embarrassed. Indeed, the water was filling the bowl, but it was clear with just a few pieces of toilet paper swirling around. The smell was fiercely pungent however; Ling clearly had some rank gas. For some reason I still cannot explain, I inhaled deeply and audibly. I could muratpaşa escort tell Ling was suddenly staring at me from the corner of my eye.

I clumsily tried to recover, saying “Oh, that’s OK. Old place, bad plumbing,” and removed the cistern lid. The ball float valve was loose, so I would need to repair it. I tightened it by hand but it would likely leak again the next time it was flushed until I could get the parts from the hardware store across town, and I wouldn’t be able to get to that until the weekend. I told her as much and she again apologized for breaking the toilet. I insisted that she did no such thing and I apologized for inconveniencing her and said that it would happen again, but I would be happy to repair it for her. She looked at me for a moment before smiling and going back to her room.

I cooked dinner and Tai was washing up after in the kitchen while I sat on the couch working on a presentation for work on my laptop. Ling came into the room, dressed in a snug knit miniskirt and low-cut top which clung to her fabulous rack. She wasn’t wearing a bra, but her breasts firmly stretched the fabric taut. In her hand was a pair of serious heels. She told me she was going out with friends but would be back later.

She showed me new hands. “I have business now. Do nail. Mani and pedi.” She wiggled both to show me. “Have small shop and get small money while getting new job. Boyfriend say in case cannot pass interview. Hire girls Vietnam. Best for nails. See?” Long artful nails alternated in a frosted gold and brown on both hands and feet. It was actually quite impressive.

“Beautiful,” I nodded. “Why those colors? Does that mean anything?”

She grinned slyly. “Cannot tell you. Special. Maybe show you later!” her mischievous grin was so damn sexy.

I told her to have fun and went back to typing. Ling called out to Tai, who just called back briefly. Ling stopped to put on her shoes at the door. I looked up to see her bend at the waist to secure the straps, giving me a direct view of that amazing ass, which was completely exposed by the skirt riding up. A bra wasn’t the only thing Ling wasn’t wearing underneath her outfit; her athletic legs were slightly spread, opening her gloriously round glutes just enough that I thought I could see her plump labia topped by a little brown star.

Ling was staring directly at me from her bent over position, again watching me watch her. She smirked but made no attempt to cover herself as she then slowly resumed strapping on her shoe and pausing a few times for good measure, before shifting her weight to the other leg, spreading her cheeks further, and securing the other heel. I felt a huge rush of blood rush to my face and then to my crotch, and fumbled with the keyboard on my computer. She stood, put her hand on the door, and I looked up again, to see her wink at me, blow a sensuous kiss from her pouting pink lips, then walk out the door. My cock throbbed.

Tai and I watched another movie on the couch, but she fidgeted. When I asked her what was wrong, she asked “Do you love me?” And I replied that of course I did. “Do you think I should get implants?”

“For your boobs?” I asked.

“Of course!” she said, as if I were stupid. “Ling say she get them and she very happy with them.”

OK, this was obviously eating at her since Ling arrived, and I needed to be careful. With Ling’s erotic peepshow earlier still fresh in my mind, I said “Honey, I love you as is. Ling is Ling, and you need to make choices for you. If you think that this is something that you really want to do, I will ask that you do some research first about what can go wrong and what it costs. Then we can talk about it, OK?” She nodded her head and went back to paying attention to the movie. Now. It was my turn to become preoccupied.

I hoped that was politically neutral enough to not push her one way or the other. Truth be told, I was always a tit man, and while I did love Tai, ever since Ling’s arrival, I was practically going out of my mind with lust for her lithe, buxom body. Tai was right to feel insecure around a woman like that. Of course, I could never say anything like that to her, but this visit had really shown that Ling was now in a league beyond Tai.

By the end of the movie, Tai was snoozing, so I gently woke her and she sleepily went off to bed. I shut the TV off and broke out my computer and continued my work, while I heard her wash up and turn off the light. My mind went back to Ling and her show earlier, which kept distracting me from work.

I was close to shutting down for the night when Ling opened the door and came in. She smirked at me on the couch and without saying a word, turned to close the door gently while aiming her ass at me and with a couple quick tugs she pulled her skirt over her hips and completely exposed her ass. Looking over her shoulder and placing her hands at her waist, she slid them down to serik escort those cheeks and spread them wide then letting them snap back closed before beginning a slow, teasing bend and a drawn-out display of unbuckling her shoes while watching me from upside down. I was totally enraptured with the show and stared openly with my mouth slightly open, dumb with lust. Ling’s pussy lips were puffy and visibly damp. Once the first shoe was off, Ling stayed bent and ran one hand down the split of her pussy, with two long nailed fingers probing and then disappearing inside her hot hole to explore for a few seconds.

She stood up and sucked her juices off her fingers before bending back over to attend to the other shoe. I was beside myself and might have even moaned audibly. After the buckles and straps were loose on number two, her fingers disappeared again, but when she stood this time, she walked over to me, her skirt still around her waist. She was completely hairless, and her mons was tidy and smooth.

“Ling,” I began, slurred with lust. She shushed me with her wet fingers, wiping them on my lips before putting them into my mouth for me to clean. Which I did, without thinking or hesitating. She walked away and went to her bedroom, the door clicking shut.

I was embarrassed and ashamed at what had just happened in my own house. It was one thing to think about fooling around on Tai, it was another to do it. And with her friend? How awful.

I sat and thought, lost for a few minutes, until I was disturbed by Ling again. This time she was in a nightshirt that was stretched nearly paper-thin over her jugs and ending just slightly longer than the skirt she had just worn. She began “I need you” and I stood straight up, my erection pulling my own pubic hairs, and I found myself wincing again. “… to fix toilet.” she finished, and my embarrassment doubled, if that’s possible, but her wicked grin showed that this was the desired reaction she was after. I adjusted myself slightly and then followed her to the bathroom.

Turns out she hadn’t used the toilet yet but wanted me ready to help. “I go now,” she grinned, and closed the door in my face. I stood there listening to her piss for a minute, followed by a wait. I heard a soft grunt and then a splash of water. Still I stood there, dazed, with my horniness simmering while I wanted so much to open the door and have my way with this tiny sex pot.

The toilet flushed and the door opened and again, Ling’s strong fecal stink was thick in the air, but instead of embarrassment, she smirked at me and let me in. I popped the tank lid and fiddled with the float and the tank filled normally then stopped. I replaced the lid and moved to walk away but Ling put her fingers out and gently traced them down my chest. Long bladed nails lightly scratched at me. “So helpful toilet. Good night.” And she walked past me and closed her bedroom door. I returned back to the couch, pulled up some porn on my computer and jerked myself to a potent cum before slouching off to bed myself.

I rose early and showered and dressed for work. Eating a quick breakfast, I heard Tai turn the shower on in our room, and then Ling came back around the corner and asked me for more toilet help. Her hair was slightly tousled and she had no makeup on but she was still so sexy in my eyes. “I already go,” she said helpfully. I followed her to the bathroom and then she flushed a bowl full of golden urine, musky and ripe. I did my trick and smiled warmly. Proud of her merciless teasing of me, Ling wished me a good day as I walked out towards the door.

Work was a bitch, with several urgent issues I needed to attend to. Topping it off with my thoughts of Ling constantly intruding any time I had more than a few seconds of peace meant I got nothing done. I was drained emotionally by the end of the day, but my pent-up sexual frustration practically made my skin prickle with electricity.

I got home, half expecting to have my nemesis ready to taunt and tempt me anew. Instead Tai alone was home, early for once and cooking a spicy fish stew in the kitchen. I hugged her from behind and kissed her neck.

“Hi honey,” she said, stirring the pot on the stove. “Can you do dishes? I finish soon and we eat.”

“Just us?” I asked, as neutrally as I could.

“Yes. She at interview and home later,” Tai sniffed. Taking the bait, I asked if anything was wrong. The response was a few muttered words in her language which I couldn’t understand but were spit out with venom, followed by “Ling act very important and that she more successful than me. I important too, right honey?”

I walked right into that one. I assured her that I Ioved her and was proud that she was choosing her career through careful study. I left out that Ling was truly exceptional and would have the world handed to her and, based on what I had seen on this trip, she would use her body and sex appeal and indeed become more important and successful than Tai if she chose to.

She seemed cheered by my encouragement while I thanked a few deities silently and changed into casual clothes for dinner before joining by girlfriend for a great meal. I washed up while Tai changed to head out to a study group for one of her classes. She looked tired and I felt bad for her, but she assured me she was going close by and would only be an hour or so.

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Friday afternoon comes, and I leave the project after a long argumentative meeting with a belligerent contractor. “Why the fuck do these guys schedule meetings on a Friday?!” I think to myself as I walk up the driveway. I notice Alison’s car in the garage, the spare donut on the left rear axle.

“Uh oh, I hope she’s alright” I think as I pick up the pace, wondering how she did changing the tire and why she didn’t call me.

I hear voices in the yard and go around that way, expecting to see her on the phone or sitting with friends. I turn the corner, and there she is, with a friend alright, a friend from next door!! She sits in our hot tub with Doug, drinks in hand. Now, our hot tub is a decent sized one, and can fit 6 adults easily, 8 or more if you’re really good friends and don’t mind the friendly rubs of body part to body part that is inevitable.

They sit on opposite sides, and I can see that Alison has already began her weekend with a few drinks. I mean, it is 5 o’clock somewhere, right? What I don’t see is that Doug’s shorts are folded over the lounge chair closest to Alison, even though they are in plain sight.

“Hello honey” she says, and I can tell that she’s probably 3 drinks into her weekend. “How was your day? Mine could have been terrible, but our friend Doug here, well, he saved the day. He deserves a reward, why don’t you reward him Bill?” as she chuckles and looks at me devilishly.

My heart skips a beat as I wonder what the hidden meaning is behind her comment. “Does she know? Has she fucked him?” I think. “Has she fucked him without me?” springs foremost to my mind.

“The day was long, but thankfully, it’s over and it’s Friday” I respond. She gets up and we both stare at her in an electric blue tankini, the straps on her bottom pulled up over her hips, exposing and highlighting her beautiful curves. The top covers her huge boobs, but exposes about 2″ of her stomach, which is still quite flat, despite minimal attention given to the gym. Her boobs are their usual melonous size, stretching the lycra fabric of the tankini top to the limit and creating a big boob-shelf above her belly. The sight is mesmerizing. She shows quite a bit of cleavage, more than usual around company, but I’m not complaining, and neither is Doug. His eyes undress her, and I wonder if he’s already seen them uncovered. I have a feeling he has, as he doesn’t seem to care that he’s staring.

She gets me a beer and gets back in the tub and says to me, “Sit down, let me tell you how my day went.” It’s a long story.”

I relax and she begins, “I was on my way home on the turnpike and I heard a bang. The car started acting weird, so I pull over. ‘Fuck’ I said, ‘fucking lousy time to get a flat’. I was ready to call you, but Doug here pulls up and changes the tire for me.”

“Thanks Doug, I owe you” I say to him. “Anything for a friend” he says. “It was no big deal. Besides, helping a beautiful woman in distress is always a pleasure.”

Alison continues, “Well, he follows me home to make sure I get there safely and I offer him something, a drink to thank him. He agrees, but says he wants to change first. I go with him to his house and while he’s changing, I look around, not nosy or anything mind you, just to see his taste.”

“Ok” I say, wondering where this is going, slightly worried.

“Well” she continues, it suddenly dawns on me that Doug doesn’t seem to have all that much furniture, and there are only 2 or 3 pieces that might require 2 people to move. The more I look, it doesn’t even seem that those pieces have been moved recently. I yell to Doug, asking him if he has any white wine. He tells me there is some in the basement, and to help myself.”

I gulp nervously.

Alison goes on, “So I go downstairs, and wouldn’t you know it, the basement is unfinished. No plumbing. No walls. Nothing. I come up with a bottle and ask Doug ‘what does Bill do here when you call konyaalti escort him over?’ He says that he helps you move things and said you were finishing your basement, but it’s obvious you aren’t. Does he meet a woman here?”

I look at Doug and he shrugs his shoulders.

Alison continues “Since Doug was hemming and hawing, I ‘persuaded’ him to tell me, and these” as she grabs her tits, “well, they’re better than a lie detector.”

“So honey” Alison says to me seductively, “why don’t you show me what you’ve been doing? Doug and I have been talking about it and drinking, and honestly, it’s gotten me excited. Of course, I might want his big cock too.” and she smiles.

“Doug, sit up on the ledge and show me what he can do, won’t you” Alison coos.

Doug moves up on the ledge of the tub and I realize he’s had nothing on the whole time!! His black cock stands half-masted, hanging to one side, resting on his thigh.

“Go on” Alison says, “take it. You know you want to. Just do it.” she orders. I walk over to Doug and obediently bend over, taking his cock into my mouth. His hands find the back of my head and he holds my mouth on his now-growing hose as he thrusts upwards.

“You know that he can get the whole thing in his mouth?” Doug says to Alison.

“No. But I want to see that” Alison replies. “Does he swallow too?” she asks, as she moves closer to the action, sitting next to Doug, letting her breasts casually brush against his arm.

He looks over at her and stares at her pendulous breasts resting against his arm and says, “Oh yeah, he swallows it all.” He then pushes down on my head a little, letting me know it is time to take him all the way in.

I feel him growing larger in my mouth and if I wanted, I could let him grow to his full length without taking his cock out. But Alison wants to see the action and urges me to bob my head up and down on his growing manhood. She tells me to lick his balls and she takes his hard shaft in her hand.

“Wow” she says. “This thing is huge! You sure he fits it all in his mouth? I never could” she says.

“He does. I’ve trained him well” Doug says as his gaze goes from her eyes to her heavy breasts to my head in his crotch.

Alison puts her arm around his neck and pulls his head down, kissing him deeply. Their mouths join and their tongues search frantically for each other. His hand shoots to her breasts, fondling them, squeezing them, caressing them, feeling the weight of her huge breasts. They continue this for a long moment and I can sense that she is getting excited, breathing heavier.

She breaks her mouth free of his and stands, “Let’s go inside where we can be comfortable and continue” she says. Doug stands up, his cock popping out of my busy mouth and standing at attention.

Alison takes the sash from her robe and wraps it around my neck, like a leash, and giggles. “Let’s take our ‘pet’inside” she says to Doug, as she fondles his giant black hose, leading him in by it. “Take the leash” she adds. “He’s your pet.”

We get to the bedroom and she stops, turning and dropping to her knees in front of Doug. “I’ve got to feel this big cock before it fucks me” she says as she licks it and wraps her lips around the head. “You do know you’re going to fuck me with that big cock, don’t you Doug?” He nods, smiling.

With that, she stands and takes her top off, her big pendulous breasts falling free of the lycra prison they were in. Doug’s eyes light up and he steps closer to her. Their mouths meet again and his hands are all over her huge tits. They’re too big for his hands, but that doesn’t dissuade him from feeling every inch of them. His hands hold them up and he bends down to kiss her nipples.

She moans with pleasure and takes his big hose in her hands, holding it out and calling me over. “Get down on your knees Honey, I have muratpasa escort something for you” and she proceeds to feed me his monster cock, inch by inch until the whole thing is in my mouth. “That’s it” she adds.

Doug begins pumping it in and out while Alison holds it and the sensation of her soft hand and my mouth for Doug is exhilarating, as he begins to moan excitedly. The fact that he is playing with an enormous set of beautiful, swaying tits adds to it and his precum flows steadily into my mouth.

“Slow down there Tiger” she tells Doug. “Save some for me”.

He continues thrusting his cock in and out, pumping his hips back and forth while he fondles her mammoth breasts with one hand and explores the rest of her body with the other. I feel his cock beginning to spasm and am very familiar with that warning sign. His finger finds her pussy and he gently rubs her lips from outside her bathing suit. She gasps. “Don’t worry Baby, there’s plenty of this big cock for your pussy” as he explodes in my mouth. He continues pumping, through her hand, and she feels the pulses of his spurts.

“Holy shit! You came already! In Bill’s mouth!” she exclaims. “I half thought you were joking.” She watches me finish him off and asks me if I like it. I tell her that it’s pretty cool, but that nothing compares to her.

Doug grabs her, lifting her off her feet and setting her on the bed, joining her, side-by-side, as they begin to kiss and embrace. His hands continue their exploration of her body, caressing her ass, her hips, her back, her shoulders, working their way to their Eden, her tits. He fondles them for a while and adds, “Get ready for Round 2. Bill is going to fluff me, which won’t take long with your body in my hands.” She moans her agreement, her mouth filled with his tongue.

“Bill, get the fuck down there and make my cock hard so I can fuck the hell out of your wife.” Obediently, I make my way between their legs, my mouth working it’s way up his thighs towards his giant manhood. I reach his balls and begin to lick them and take each one in my mouth, flicking my tongue across it. Alsion looks down from time to time, to watch me, and to see how much time until that black snake is probing her pussy. She is very excited now and Doug feels her pussy, inserting a finger or two, right behind my head!

“Man, she wants it Bill. Her pussy is dripping. Here, see?” he says, as he puts his fingers on my lips. “Very soon that juice will be all over my big cock and you’ll watch every second of it. I have a feeling she might enjoy it” he adds.

Alison looks down at me working Doug’s cock with my tongue in between gasps of pleasure that Doug’s fingers provide and eagerly checks my progress. “Hurry up.” she says. “I need to feel that monster in me.”

Doug and Alison continue to kiss and he begins to work his way down her body, kissing her shoulders, the nape of her neck, until he finally finds the paradise he was working towards, her mountainous breasts. He licks her nipples and the bulbous bottom of her breasts and buries his face between her huge juggs. She holds them together, smothering him.

He pulls up and tells her, “It’s time”, and he flips her onto her back. She eagerly spreads her legs and plays with her breasts, holding them up for his hands to caress and fondle. Doug moves closer and calls me over.

“I need you to take my cock in your hand and put it in her pussy. My hands will be full with her big tits.”

I obey and slide over to where Alison lies, her legs wrapped around Doug’s legs. I take his huge and now throbbing cock in my hand, lick the tip to make it wet and easier to get into her tight pussy, and then give her pussy a couple of licks to make sure that’s wet. There’s no doubt that her pussy is wet enough; it’s nearly dripping with her excitement of having it filled with big black cock.

I serik escort put the head of his cock on her pussy lips and she thrusts forward, trying to engulf it with her pussy. Doug lets me hold his cock there as he adjusts himself and gets ready to start fucking the hell out of Alison. He moves me away, telling me “I got this now. This pussy is gonna be hit hard” and he proceeds to push himself in.

Alison lets out a few gasps, several “Ohhhh’s” and wriggles under the cock entering her tight white pussy. Doug continues slowly, making sure his oversized cock enters her painlessly. He buries it to the hilt and she moans with pleasure. He withdraws slowly and rests his plump cock head on her mound and then begins to drive it back in. There’s no problem with lubrication, as Alison’s pussy is flowing. She’s not cumming yet, but she will soon! Doug begins a rhythmic pumping, his cock withdrawing almost all the way out before he drives it back in to the base.

Alison moans and wriggles, seemingly trying to get the wriggling snake out. Doug grabs her boobs and works them in his hands, massaging her soft pillows. She grabs his arms, digging her nails in and lets out a low scream ad begins to cum. “Oh my God” she screams, “It’s so big. It’s so fucking big.” she adds. “Don’t stop! Fuck me! Fuck me Doug! Have your way with me. I love your cock Doug, just don’t stop fucking my pussy.”

Doug answers her “yeah baby, take that cock. All you white women love the black cock. It’s bigger than anything you’ve ever had. Right? And your pussies are always so tight. Your pussy is so nice and tight, I’m gonna stretch it out!” He continues hitting that pussy hard, withdrawing and thrusting in with a piston-like pumping. She continues to moan and gasp, cumming several times.

All this time, I’m not sure what to do, so I watch his cock going in and out of Alison’s pussy and see her enjoying it. It turns me on even more and I begin to rub her clit while Doug slams her. “OHGOD OHGOD OHGOD I’m cumming Doug. Cum in my pussy! Fuck me and cum in my pussy. Fill me up with your cum Doug!” she yells and is squirming like a fish out of water, Doug’s cock hitting every sensitive spot in her pussy.

Doug continues and I can see by the look on his face that he’s close. He lifts her tits, which spread out to her sides when she’s on her back, and holds them together, fondling them. “These are some awesome tits here.” and he yells out, shudders, and unloads in her pussy. He keeps pumping and Alison climaxes again as his cock erupts repeatedly into her drenched pussy with each thrust. He slows and his big hose begins to deflate. Doug withdraws and places his still-pulsing huge cock on her mound and she lies there, panting, out of breath. Her face is flush with multiple orgasms and she sighs.

“I think she might be spent for the night Bill” Doug says to me. “Women who get big cock for the first time usually do get exhausted the first time. It’s overwhelming to have a big cock instead of, well, an average one, like yours” he adds.

Alison agrees and breathes deep again, pulling a blanket over herself, adding, “God, that was unbelievable.”

Doug looks at me, looks down to his cock, and says “I think by now you know what do do. So, get to it.”

I crawl over to him and take his limp cock into my mouth and clean him off, tasting his and Alison’s juices. Doug says to me while my mouth is full, “You know, if she’s done for the night, it’s all on you, if I want to cum again.” I look up at him and we both know that he’s good for another load and what is in store for me.

Alison hears Doug and coos to Doug, “No, I’m not done for the night, I definitely want more of that big cock. Send him over here to clean my pussy after he’s done with you.”

I finish cleaning Doug and he pushes my head into Allison’s cum-drenched pussy and they demand that I clean her out for her next black cock fucking. Obediently, I do.

Alison tells us that she wants to rest a bit and that since it’s still early, she’s going to take a quick nap and recuperate from the pounding she took. She tells us “go see if a game is on tv ‘or something’. But Bill, make sure you keep our new friend happy. We want him happy.”

I think she’s hooked. Soon, I find out what they have in store for me.

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Rima Makhlouf is not your average university lecturer. Standing at 5″9′ with fair white skin, dark eyes and light brown hair, the 28-year old looks like a typical Mediterranean beauty. When abroad, she can easily pass for Italian, Spanish, Greek, Turkish and other Arab nationalities. Her stylish dress senses, which include all the major designer labels, make her stand out among the factuality at the American University of Beirut.

After teaching class, there is nothing more she likes doing than drinking a glass or two of red wine. Her sexual prowess is never to be underestimated, she can take most men and some women to bed, and indeed everyone wants a piece of her. Americans are often stunned by her, as they are, by Lebanon in general. They come to Lebanon expecting to see dark-skinned people like Indians and women covered head to toe and the men in white sheets- instead they get sexy tanned Mediterranean looking people in fashionable clothes. Rima, in her shorts skirts and high heels, typifies that.

But, while Rima enjoys taking Americans to bed, she has another side which alarms some and intrigues others. Rima considers herself to be an anti-Imperialist and supporter of the ‘Axis of Resistance’- being a Shia woman from Al-Dahyyia, she is a firm supporter of Hezbollah. When she was a member of the Culture Club of the South, during her student days, she organised fundraisers for them.

Indeed, Rima is a complex woman with multiple faces, which comes from here liberal immediate family, but more conservative extended family. Not all her extended family are conservative, she has female cousins who are artists, models, actresses, lawyers and other professions. This is her giving a lecture on pornography, feminism and the brain. Wearing high heel leather boots, white t-shirt and black short skirt, she has the entire class enthralled by her stimulating lecture.

“Pornography objectifies women and is a male attempt to control female sexuality. It normalises violent and aggressive attitudes towards women, and it ultimately dehumanises them. Pornography physically alters the brain and it changes neuro-connections, which means, many men can only become aroused from pornographic films. Real life sex, does not match what they see on screen and they find themselves unable to make love. On the other hand, pornography has played a central role is expanding female sexual rights and normalised female sexual desire. It can be used to help people. Class with discuss these points.” Rima says in her thick Levantine accent.

Rima is pleased because she has spotted a hunky American student in her class. Someone she can control and she seeks another male partner for a forced bi thing she got going. A Lebanese Christian guy called Tony, wants to be used and abused today and Rima has been looking for another male partner. Tall 6 ft, blonde hair, American man, looks like the right match because he can’t stop looking at her, like he’s mentally undressing her. This guy is going to get a Lebanese welcome today.

She summons him to her office after class. Rima sits at the edge of her desk and crosses her legs. “You must be Jamie?”

“Yes Ma’am, I am.” Jamie responds in his thick Texan accent.

“Oh, you from Texas, very nice, I do like southern gentlemen.”

“Well, I’m really starting to like Lebanese women. They are so freakin gorgeous, I’ve honestly never seen women this beautiful before, it’s ridicules. Where do they breed women like that? I thought Miami and California were good, but this place is off the map.”

“You’re too kind. I bet you have a konyaalti escort bayan girlfriend?”

“Honestly, I do. But I want to cheat on her for a Lebanese girl.”

“Naughty, naughty.”

“I can’t help it, I’m gonna burst, if I can’t fuck a girl here.”

“Maybe I can help you. I noticed you wrote a paper attacking Hezbollah. What if I convinced you to change your mind?” Rima opens her legs.

“Yes, I’m open to persuasion.”

“Good, meet me at this address at this time.” Rima then sends him on his way and calls Tony and informs him off the plan. She then calls a few other people.

Evening arrives and Jamie goes to the restaurant in Al-Dahiyya and waits for Rima. While waiting four sexy girls dressed in tight tops and jeans with Hijabs (headscarves), enter and approach him. One starts to speak, “Jamie?”

“Yes.”

“Grab him.”

The four women pin Jamie down and place hand restrains on him and a black bag over his head. They then shovel him off and open the trunk of a car and stick him inside. The car starts to move and Jamie has no idea where he is or what is happening. He soon arrives at a building and is bundled into a room and tied down to a chair. The hood is taken off his face and he looks around.

Rima struts around him. She is dressed in skin-tight, black and shiny, latex with high heel leather boots. She is wearing a police-style belt with holsters, and in each holster is a toy. Dildos, vibes, butt plugs, cock rings and a baton.

“What’s going on?” Jamie asks confused.

“Shut up American pig! You came to this country to corrupt good Muslim Shia girls and to fuck them. You’re aim is to use your big smooth American dick, to plant the seeds of the American empire into our wombs. We may love cock, but we love our country more. We are going to teach you a lesson.”

“We, who’s we?”

“Girls,” and the four hijabi girls who kidnapped Jamie walk in and they too are dressed in skin tight latex, but unlike Rima, they are still wearing the hijab. Behind one of them, a male slave follows, he has a sheet around his eyes and is completely naked. He also has a cock ring around him and a lead, which one of the girl’s is tugging away at to direct him.

“This is Tony,” Rima says. Tony and his master approach Jamie and stop right in-front of him, using the lead, the girl tugs again at his cock. Rima walk over and also stops in-front of Jamie, “Tony is Marionite Christian. He tried to pass himself off as a Muslim, so he could have intercourse with one of our girls. However, once he pulled down his pants, she noticed he was not circumcised and reported him to me. We made him our Christian sex slave, don’t get me wrong, an uncut cock is so beautiful to look at and to touch and taste. But his deceptive crime cannot go unpunished.”

Rima now pulls out a black latex mask with holes for eyes and mouth only. “You are now my slave and you are going to please me.” Rima places the mask over Jamie’s face, which Jamie is powerless to resist. Pretty soon the entire mask is over his face, “Good, comfy?”

“No.”

“Even better. Girls, one of you hold Jamie’s head and tilt it upwards. In fact two off you attempt to do this. Our American slave is going to suck some cock.”

“Noooooo!! You can’t make me!! Stop it!! You’re insane!!”

“Haaaahaaahaaaa…I can. Girls get too it.” Two girls get behind Jamie and pull his head back and force him to open his mouth. The girl controlling Tony, now pulls his cock upward and starts to muratpasa escort bayan tease Jamie’s lips with it. She pushed back Tony’s foreskin and gently slides him into Jamie’s mouth. Jamie bites and Tony screams, but this does not help Jamie.

While Tony’s master is forcing Jamie to suck, Dina orders the fourth hijabi to pull down Jamie’s pants and give him the special. The girl pulls down Jamie’s pants and starts teasing his manhood. She rubs, strokes, spits and drools onto Jamie’s cock and gently massages it. But as with everything, when it comes to this orgy, this is the calm before the storm.

She licks both sides of his cock and massages, licks, sucks and swallows Jamie’s balls. Meanwhile, Jamie’s face is being slapped by Tony’s balls, because Tony is being forced to face fuck him. Jamie’s face is going red and his throat is saw.

“Arrrhhh…You like that don’t you?” Rima struts around the chair and her boots make clapping sounds when they hit the floor. Rima gently strokes the latex mask, which has imprisoned Jamie’s face. She then slides her hand down his back and strokes it, as to encourage him to take more. The fourth hijabi girl is now, teasing, rubbing and licking Jamie’s foreskin. Jamie has no idea what is coming next.

She takes an ice cube and places it on her tongue and licks between Jamie’s legs. “Tony, jizz down his throat now! I want his breath smelling of cum.” The fourth girl now starts to suck Jamie’s cock with the ice cube in her mouth. She slurps away, while Tony starts to cum in Jamie’s mouth. Jizz is oozing out and there is nothing, Jamie can do, except swallow.

But while Jamie is distracted, the fourth girl stops sucking him off and removes her mouth. Rima now gives the command, “Finish it!” And the fourth girl is handed an anaesthetic injection, some bandages and a surgical knife. She injects Jamie and then places rubber gloves on. She holds Jamie’s dick out and starts making incisions. Jamie feels some touching, but doesn’t realize, he’s being circumcised. The girl cuts around and within moments, the foreskin comes off and Jamie can feel liquid pouring out, but does know what it is.

Tony finishes cuming, and after Jamie gulps it down in huge lumps, Tony withdraws his cock. Jamie looks down and sees his bandaged up cock and starts to scream, “Ahhhhh…what have you done.” Rima smacks him across the face-there is still some cum around Jamie’s lips- and Rima sticks out her finger and swipes it and sticks it in her mouth.

“Mmmmmm..Not bad.” She then grabs a metal tray and sticks it out in-front of Jamie. On the tray is Jamie’s foreskin, “We cut you, you are now clean. I think, I’ll frame this and keep it with the others.” She then put the tray onto a table and walks over to Jamie, “Who needs to pee?” And the two girls holding Jamie’s head back raise their hands. “Good, throw Jamie onto the floor with him still attached to the chair.”

The girls toss Jamie down onto the floor and he’s rolling around in pain. But Jamie has no time to wallow, the two girls pull down their latex and panties and stand over him. They start rubbing their pussies, within moments pee starts oozing out. It starts of as a trickle, but quickly turns into a flood.

While golden showers rain down on Jamie, Rima, grabs Tony and forces him to bend over. She rubs lubricant onto her latex glove and begins rubbing Tony’s anus. She slides fingers and then her whole hand in. Then she clenches her first and shoves her whole fist in, Tony screams, but does not protest. serik escort bayan It’s like he’s accepted his fate.

The girls haven’t stopped urinating, Jamie’s body is a yellowy liquid color and reeks of urine. He has never been this humiliated before-but then the girls stop-but only to be replaced by the other two girls who start urinating. Rima now slides a vibrator into Tony’s butt and turns it on, the vibrator makes a chiselling like sound.

This scene repeats itself for ten-minutes, after which, Rima leaves Tony’s butt and sticks a strapon to herself and starts fucking Tony’s ass manually. She pounds him hard and his butt cheeks go red and he starts to bleed. Meanwhile, the golden showers haven’t stopped, the girls keep drinking water and keep going around in circles.

Jamie starts to weep, but nobody listens, or even cares. Another ten-minutes pass and then Rima calls everything to a holt. “Get Jamie and his chair upright again!” She commands. The girls comply and as soon as Jamie is upright again, Rima walks over, and places her leg on his lap. “Suck my dildo,” she barks. The dildo, which had been in Tony’s ass, was not appealing, but Jamie had no will power and readily accepted. He opened his mouth without little resistance and Rima shoved it in and deep-throated and throat-fucked him.

Two other girls stand each side of Jamie and start to lick his face mask. Ten-minutes this went on for and just as Jamie was about to stop breathing, Rima withdrew. “Untie him!” The girls did so, but they also stuck a collar with a dog leash around his neck. They then forced him to crawl towards Tony and Tony got into the doggie style position. “Lick his anus!”

Jamie stuck his head forward and began licking. This was his lowest point and he could not remember how he got here. While he licked, Rima got behind him and teased his butt cheeks with her strapon.

“I’m a good mistress, aren’t I?”

Both Tony and Jamie answered “Yes Mistress.”

“Good,” She then slides the strapon into Jamies colon and starts to fuck him anally. The other girls sit around masturbating. Jamie’s butt cheeks go red, but he continues to lick. Twenty-minutes of licking and being fucked in the anus have taken a toll on Jamie, he starts to drop off. Rima withdraws and orders Jamie to stop.

Another girl walks over with another injection, which is full of extra testosterone. It will take an hour for Jamie to feel the effects and so he is thrown into a doggie cage. The girls stand around and taunt him.

Rima, who is sitting on the table, orders Tony to fuck her and she has her legs in the air. The smell of cum is potent.

After an hour, Jamie is released, but made to crawl. Tony is still finishing Rima off and so the four girls make Jamie, lick and suck their boots and shoes. He swallows their heels and lick the soles of their shoes. Eventually, Tony cums in Rima’s pussy, and Rima walks over to Jamie. “Lick me clean!”

Jamie leans forward and sticks his tongue into Rima’s cum infested pussy. He slurps away and Rima produces more cum. Jamie takes it all like a good boy.

Once Rima has been cleaned, she turns to the fourth girl and orders her over. “You see this girl? Her name is Fatima. She circumcised you. What will happen is this, you will become Shia and marry her. We own you now. Right now, you will get her pregnant in-front of us.”

Jamie is so grateful, that he complies enthusiastically. The whole exercise has taught him to fear and love his new masters. He is now brainwashed.

Fatima takes his hand and leads him over to the table. She gets onto it and opens her legs. Jamie shoves his cock into Fatima pussy and starts pounding away. The other girls surround him and pat him on the back and encourage him.

“Oh yeah, Jamie. Give her your Texan seed.” Says Rima. He really pounds her and after twenty-minutes fills her up with American cream.

After this event, Jamie marries and continues to be Fatima’s slave.

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Amanda James’ small Prius drove down the long well worn state highway. She looked down at her open laptop in the seat next to her and the story she had finished just three days before. White Slave Ring Exposed was the headline she had chosen. Amanda had been undercover and worked her way into some pretty deep white slavery circles and even got to witness a female slave auction for her story. She had somehow managed to smuggle a list of high volume buyers off one of the computers at the auction site.

That was reason for this current trip, one of the bigger buyers was actually less than two hours drive away. His address was located a good distance from any authorities that might suspect something wrong. Amanda was still trying to formulate a plan in her mind on how to approach him. She had no idea who he was or what he did with the women he purchased.

Amanda’s GPS indicated she was close and she pulled off the highway and onto a long gravel driveway. She drove up to the large farmhouse and opened her car door to step into the fresh country air. It was still summer and the warm sun felt good on her skin. Amanda had dressed quite casually wearing jean shorts, a t-shirt and tennis shoes with her dark brown hair back in a ponytail. Her small 5’2 frame stretched her arms up high to relieve the tightness the long car ride had produced. Her bright blue eyes peered toward the white farm house looking for life from inside.

She waited a few moments before deciding to take a look around. She could see in the near distance a large metal building or barn. “Perhaps that is where the owner is or the poor slaves he bought.” She said walking headstrong in the barns direction.

She reached the barn and instead of opening the large door she decided to snoop around the corner to a window and get a peek inside. She stealthy peered her head over the corner of the glass pane to see inside. Her jaw dropped at the scene inside the barn. Somewhere in the number of thirty or forty naked women were in different restraints inside. She gasp watching that over half of them had their breasts hooked to different types of milking machines. Taking a longer look, she realized that almost all the women were in different stages of pregnancy.

She ducked back as she breathed deep to try and calm her nerves. These farmers had turned the free women into nothing more than cattle. They were using them to produce milk and breed. Amanda heard voices inside the barn.

“Jon, spend some time with Sow 37 today. She’s ripe and ready for another session with a stud.” A deep voice said.

“Sure thing boss. I can’t think of a better way to spend the morning than slamming my hips into 37’s ripe round ass.” Jon could be heard replying.

Amanda heard a different voice break up the conversation. “Boss, Who’s silver Prius is that sitting in the driveway? We expecting a delivery or sending out a shipment?”

“No.” he said sternly. “I’ll look into it.”

“Shit…” Amanda muttered under her breath. She sprinted as fast as she could to her car and made it a few feet from the hood when she heard a big booming voice behind her.

“Can I help you miss?” The farmer said surprisingly close behind her.

Amanda had to think quickly. She hadn’t exactly planned to run into this situation and spun around to face the man.

“Oh Hi!” She said with her usual perky personality. “I thought no one was home. So glad I caught you.” She extended a hand. “My name is Amanda James and I work for the Central Tribune. I’m writing a story on the local agriculture and its impact on our quickly growing city.”

The man met her with a big smile of his own. “Nice to meet you ma’am. I’m Bob Thomas owner and operator of Thomas Dairy Farms. We provide the city with some of the finest milk products this side of Texas.”

She half expected for him to assault and grab her and his response had taken her slightly off balance. “Would you let me interview you for my story?” She asked “Let me get my notes, pen and phone so I don’t miss any thing.”

He further surprised the beautiful dark haired reporter by nodding his approval. Amanda felt much safer knowing she had her phone konyaaltı escort bayan with her and she grabbed everything from the car and started the interview.

“Mr. Thomas, what kind of products does your dairy produce?” She asked.

He smiled and opened his hand gesturing towards the barn. “Allow me to show you, but let me have a disclaimer.” He paused. “We don’t deal with the typical cattle and products. Our products are more… Specialized.”

The pair made their way to the barn and Mr.. Thomas opened the door ushering Amanda inside. Amanda now saw close up what she had spied through the window. She froze in her tracks being so close to the slave women and hearing the humming of the machines that milked their breasts.

Mr. Thomas noticed her paused and broke the awkward silence. “No fear my dear. Nothing will happen to you here as long as you simply observe and record. We run the largest human milking dairy in the county.”

His words didn’t ease Amanda’s fears and her vision caught the farmhand on the far end of the room breeding Sow 37 like he’d been instructed to do earlier. She felt a strong hand on her arm.

“Be calm my dear. No one here will hurt you. We are providing the city with a vital service. Do you have any idea how much baby formula is consumed by newborns? Can you imagine the thousands of mothers who can’t naturally lactate but don’t want their precious babies drinking a manufactured formula? We are simply providing a much needed service.” He concluded.

“What about the pregnancies? Almost every woman here is pregnant.” She replied continuing the awkward interview.

“We prefer to use the terms breeding and bred.” He corrected her before continuing. “Adoption agencies are the worst. Imagine giving a couple a healthy baby without all the red tape and complications of adoption from an unhealthy mother. We can eliminate that by taking such good care of the mothers here.”

He had started walking down the center of the barn and Amanda slowly followed him. “Where do the women come from?” She asked quietly the fake perkiness from before vanished from her voice.

“You may not believe me but most are volunteers. There is actually quite the erotic fantasy online of being a Hucow. We just simply offer that fantasy to be fulfilled for some of the eager recruits. We do have to supplement with other less legal sources when supply is less than demand.” He said leaning in. “That’s strictly off the record.”

Amanda was shocked he was allowing any of this conversation to be “on the record”. She followed up the previous question. “If they are mostly volunteers then why are they restrained and bound?”

“It’s all part of the fantasy my dear.” He said as the pair neared the farmhand who was performing the duties of stud for Sow 37. “I’m sure even you have some fantasies that you’d like to live out. Some might even include different forms of bondage.” He turned to her and winked.

Amanda was actually starting to buy his story. She was no prude and had spent several hours browsing though her own sexual fantasies online. She began thinking who was she to judge these women for being into lactation, breeding and bondage.

She watched closely as Jon’s pace quickened on Sow 37. The blonde woman was on all fours and restrained. She seemed to be moaning and grinding her hips back to meet his deep thrusts. Soon his pushed deep and held inside the woman and her breeding session was complete.

“Who’s this doll?” Jon said as he withdrew his member and rose from his knees.

“She’s a reporter from the big city. Came all the way of here to check out our farm and I’m giving her a friendly tour.” Mr. Thomas said.

“Take her to the back. We just got those three fresh volunteers. Watching them processed would make for one hell of a story.” The man said as he pulled his jeans back up.

“Excellent idea. This way Ms. James, you’ll get to see the whole process from volunteer to hucow.” He said placing his hand on the small of Amanda’s back and ushering her past the hucow pens and towards double doors in the back of the muratpaşa escort bayan large barn. Amanda sheepishly allowed herself to be led deeper into the human dairy’s operation.

The double doors boomed open and into another room Mr. Thomas and Amanda went. This room was different from the one will all the stalls. It was almost clinical with while tile floors and white walls. Amanda was immediately introduced to another man.

“This is Dr. Allen. He is responsible for the health, well being and processing of our Hucows. Doctor Allen this is Amanda James a reporter from the big city doing a story on our little operation.” Mr. Thomas said introducing them.

Amanda looked at the middle aged man in the white lab coat and shook his hand. They exchanged pleasantries and the doctor turned to the three new specimens hanging from the wall. Amanda looked closely at the three women. They were all in some state of unconsciousness while two were still dressed in street clothes like Amanda but the third wore a familiar attire. A short single black loincloth was the woman’s only covering. Amanda recognized it from the slave auction she had witnessed the week before. It had been explained to her that all slaves were sold wearing the same standard outfit.

She immediately knew that at least the brunette on the end was not as eager a volunteer as the farmer would have her believe but she pressed her questions. “How are these new Hucows processed?”

The doctor stepped forward with with a smile. “Let me show you my dear.” He said stepping to the brunette slave. His hands untied her loincloth string and it dropped to the floor leaving her completely naked.

“Each Sow is cleaned and shaved but it looks like this one has already been cleaned well.” He said pointing out her clean shaven mound. Amanda shuddered thinking about the humiliation of her own mound being shaved like a portals or sex slave. The doctor then began recording measurements of her thighs, waist, hips, and breasts. Her weight and height were already recorded and the doctor showed Amanda some syringes. “One is a hormone that will induce lactation. The other is a fertility treatment.”

He plunged one treatment into the woman’s chest emptying half the syringe before repeating the process on her other breast. The woman stirred from her bondage but not enough to stop him from plunging the fertility treatment into her closest ass cheek.

The woman slowly awoke and the doctor unrestrained her from the wall and called for a farm hand to help her into the next room. “Well that’s the initial process. If we find a Sow is worth keeping long term they often have a barcode tattooed to their lower back so we can track them easier.” He said.

“Thanks so much Dr. Allen!” Mr. Thomas said. “I think you might have left something out. Before each slave is even brought in they are often evaluated based on their typical milk and breeding output.” He paused for a moment. “I have an idea. Why don’t we evaluate you Ms. James? Just to give you an idea of the process of course.”

Amanda stepped back slightly. “Oh. I don’t think that’s necessary. I get the idea.”

“Oh come on. Just for fun. Don’t be such a prude, it’s just the three of us and we’ve seen everything you’ve got before.” He responded.

Amanda shuddered at the thought of these men “evaluating” her for her potential as a breeding slave. It was an exciting thought to her. She was definitely becoming aroused at the thought. “Well, it’s not like I’m going to be stripped or anything?” She said.

“Oh no. Well keep it very professional.” The doctor chimed in.

Amanda nodded her acceptance of the evaluation and the doctor moved close to inspect her. His hands roamed over her t-shirt getting a firm grasp and feel of her breasts. His hands trailed down her flat stomach and then around to grip and squeeze her round ass cheeks. His last movement was to slide his hand down the front of her shorts. Amanda gasp as she felt his fingers probe her labia lips and then push inside. She blushed knowing he could feel how wet she was from the situation and serik escort bayan his hands. Finally he withdrew and stepped back to his clipboard.

“Well Doc. What did you think?” The farmer asked with a devilish smile.

“While her breasts are on the smaller side, I know the hormones would make her at least an adequate producer of milk. Her hips are excellent for birth and breeding and not to embarrass the young lady but she’s absolutely dripping in excitement. I bet with a little encouragement she’d practically bend over and let us breed her now.” He said jotting down his notes.

Amanda knew he was right. All the bondage and humiliation surrounding her had aroused a darker side of her she couldn’t control. She looked up with begging eyes to Mr. Thomas. “Please don’t…” She begging knowing her fate was all but sealed.

“Take your place where the other girl was.” He ordered.

Amanda’s heart raced and her feet felt heavy as she slowly made her way to the wall. She submissively turned her back to the wall, raised her wrists above her head and felt the cool shackles locked around her wrists. She watched the farmer whisper something to the doctor before leaving and the doctor begin processing the other two new slaves.

Once the two were ushered into the next room Amanda was alone with the doctor. She had watched him cut through the women’s clothing easily and he did the same with Amanda’s. In moments her jean shorts, shirt, bra and thong all lay in shreds at her feet. She blushed uncontrollably as he rubbed his hand through her small patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair. She felt the shaving cream applied and a razor cut away her last shreds of dignity.

She was about to become a real sex slave, and not just used for pleasure but her body would be put to work as little more than a dairy cow. She knew she would be bred and milked, bred and milked, over and over until she couldn’t produce any more. She flinched as she felt the prick of the needle to her right breast. Her left followed shortly afterwards as she knew the hormones would soon induce lactation. She awaited the fertility treatment to further seal her fate but the doctor unchained her and called for a farmhand to take her away.

“No need for fertility treatment. I’m almost certain you’re ovulating and I have a hunch Mr. Thomas just wants to teach a snooping reporter like you a lesson. But I can always give it later if we decide to keep you.” He whispered in her ear. Amanda caught a glimpse of his clipboard with the measurements of her body. She was humiliated seeing the grades and notes made by the doctor.

Subject: Amanda James

Hucow designation: Sow 71

Height/Weight/Age: 62 inches/115 lbs/25 years

Breeding potential: Grade A, bondage and degradation seems to arouse Sow 71. She appears healthy and fertile, no fertility treatment at this time.

Milking potential: Grade D, initial breast size measured 32B, with hormones D or DD cup size can be achieved placing her below potential average production. Monitor output for resale if production is too low.

Amanda shivered at the words on the paper as she was handed off to a farmhand and he forced her to follow him. Amanda’s vision was becoming blurred and she stumbled around as the man led her to an empty Hucows stall. He pushed her to the hay covered floor and began placing her in restraints.

Amanda knelt on all fours as she felt heavy metal shackles locked around her ankles. The ankle restraints were attached to the floor by very short chains allowing barely any movement in the stall. Next wrist restraints were locked with similar restrictions to her mobility. She then felt a leather strap looped around her lower stomach and buckled behind her, another strap placed below her hanging breast and a last one above them. The three belt like straps were then attached to a chain pulley system above her. She was now completely restrained and immobile in the bondage that forced her to remain on all fours until someone released her.

The farmhand then moved in front of her and showed her a black leather collar with the words “Sow 71” written across it. Amanda leaned her head back submitting to the collaring and she felt a finality of her position as she felt if buckled around her slender throat. Her head was still spinning from the drugs and she felt her head slump forward as she rested in her restraints hanging from the straps and chains.

“Rest up Sow.” The farmhand said as he patted Amanda’s naked round rump. “When you wake up we’ll start putting that body to work.”

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Hi everyone this is my first story. It’s all impromptu and I made it in 20 minutes so it’s not the best (far from it) but I hope you’ll find it interesting. Honest critiques appreciated. Thanks.

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Why do these things happen to me? First, I wake up late and have to rush out of the door which meant I couldn’t feed my kids. Then, in my haste I realize that I didn’t put my pump back in my bag. After that the trial got delayed for a whole hour and I botched my fucking opening statement so now that jackass from Rosenberg, Kelein, and whoever that other dude too old to fucking practice law is gave a home run of a speech. And finally I have to find my way back home in the middle of rush hour in the DMV. What’s it been, 15 hours since I last fed the kids?

This is fucking perfect. “I think I want a family” I said. Absolute genius. How convenient if me to forget the fact that twins are highly common every other generation in my family. And compound that with the fact that I have two of the hungriest babies this side of the Mason-Dixon line. If I didn’t make them and they weren’t so goddamn adorable I konyaaltı escort might just call it quits. Jesus fuck my tits hurt. This has to be a new record for longest time gone without emptying my tits. God this fucking hurts. I swear my supply is increasing. These children of mine drank me straight through sizes F through K. This bra feels so tight. I my even wanna think about how much a new set of bras will cost. I just had to be thin with huge tits. And here I thought high school was bad. At least my breasts didn’t depend on people then. Just focus Meredith. It’s gotta be what? 15 more minutes? Then you can go home and drain these factories you call breasts. 15 minutes. 15 minutes.

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How the hell did I forget that the nanny took the babies to the park? What is it now? Oh shit it’s 5:45. We’d won’t be back from work for another half an hour. I guess the pump will have to do. Wait I don’t have any empty bottles. God, if this is your way of punishing me for some wrong I’ve done, ok I get it. I swear to God I can feel my tits expanding muratpaşa escort with all this milk I have. Of all the times I could use a let down this would be one of them.

What can I use instead of bottles? Come on there has to be something in one of these cabinets. These water bottles will have to do. God. Don’t cry. Don’t cry. You pushed 2 people out of you in the span of 18 hours this is nothing. Oh wow. These bottles fit perfectly.

Ok. Easy does it on the buttons. Easy. Easy. Eas- FUCKING SHIAHHHHHHHH. Next time go slower on the buttons. Are those my tits? Jesus that’s a lot of veins. Hell they look lumpy at this point. Now to get this bra off. Just in clasp it. Just unclasp. You know what? Where are those fucking scissors? This bra is TOO. DAMN. SMALL. What the hell why can’t I find those lefty scissors I paid 15 bucks for? This is useless let’s try to be right handed today it can’t be that hard. Sure I’ve only been using my left hand for basically everything for the past I don’t know, 32 years but hey. If 90 percent of the serik escort fucking world can do it so can I. Just gotta snip this and oh lord that feels better already. God. Jesus. Breathe. Just breathe. One more ass and done. Now to get these pumps going.

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Whoever invented the breast pump needs a medal because this is exactly what I need. This shit is pouring out of me at a crazier rate than normal. Normally in 12 minutes I can get 8 or 9 ounces per boob but now I’m at 12 on the right and the left is just running away at 15. The lumpy look is gone but if I got a paper cut on my tits right now I very well die from blood loss. So that’s not good. I wonder how much I’m gonna get today. The dynamic duo show no signs of letting up any time soon so that makes for a while longer before I can go. God it’s been such a day today. Just gotta go over… some plans… for…

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God why does it feel like nothing’s coming out? I was just channeling my inner Niagara Falls a minute ago. I… wait a minute. Why’s it dark out? Where is everyone? Where’s my phone? Oh god. It’s 7:26. Wes is caught at work. No surprise I married an engineer. And the nanny took the kids to the store. I cannot STAND the feeling of pumping an empty tit and HOLY FUCK! Did I pump 23 ounces from one boob? That means I made like 46 at least. Let’s see that’s 23 and a half and 25. 48.5 ounces. That’s got to be a record for one session of anyone. Hyperlactation you are one cruel motherfucker.

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… ich glaube die beiden wollen mich ficken…

Klaus: …was????…

…. die wollen mich ficken….

Klaus: …ich verstehe nicht…

…ihren Schwanz in mein Loch stecken…

Klaus:….????….

…mich flachlegen, ficken, bumsen, vögeln..

Klaus: …spinnst Du?…

…dann schau doch mal, wie geil die schauen…

Klaus: …aber das sind doch Kumpels von mir…

…und deshalb dürfen sie nicht scharf auf mich sein?…

Klaus: …ganz sicher nicht…

Zeitsprung:

Ich sitze auf der Couch und unterhalte mich mit meinem Mann, der mir gegenüber im Sessel sitzt, erzähle ihm von früheren Abenteuern, die ich hatte. Ich trage ein kurzes enges Kleid, weil wir ein langes freies Wochenende vor uns haben ist mir sehr nach Sex zu mute. Unter dem Kleid bin ich nackt und zeige es meinem Mann auch. Ich erzähle ihm über Klaus, Klaus ist ein Exfreund von mir, ich war damals 17 Jahre alt, als ich mit ihm ging. Wir unterhalten uns öfters über unsere „Vergangenheit”, meinen Mann macht es besonders an, wenn ich aus dem Nähkästchen plaudere.

…Dir scheint das zu gefallen, was ich gerade erzähle?…

Er: …wie kommst Du denn darauf?…

….weil ich einen steifen Schwanz in Deiner Hose sehen kann…

Er: …lach…, ja, es gefällt mir…

…soll ich weiter erzählen?…

Er: …aber sicher…

…dann musst Du aber auch etwas machen…

Er: …was denn…?

Ich streife mein Kleid über die Hüften und lege mich dann breitbeinig auf die Couch.

… kannst Du es Dir nicht denken?…

Er: …was denn…?

…wenn ich weiter erzählen soll, dann leck mich…

Er: …wo denn…?

…unten…

Er: …woooo???…

…meine Muschi..

Er: …Deine wasss????…

…mein Möse…

Er: …das hört sich besser an…

Mein Mann kommt zu mir auf die Couch und legt sich zwischen meine geöffneten Schenkel. Ich erzähle weiter.

…warum nicht?…

Klaus: ..sagte ich doch, es sind Kumpels von mir und außerdem geht das gegen unsere Ehre…

…Ehre…?

Klaus: …ja, Ehre…

…was ist das denn…

Klaus: …das heißt, man macht nicht die Freundin eines Kumpels an…

…und wenn die es versucht…?

Klaus: …auch dann nicht…

…glaube ich nicht…

Klaus: ….kannst Du aber…

…tue ich aber nicht…

Klaus: …dann mach doch was Du willst…

…ich darf…?

Klaus: …was…?

…machen was ich will…

Klaus: …was soll das denn jetzt wieder…

…Du hast gesagt, ich kann machen was ich will, ich wollte nur noch mal die Bestätigung von Dir haben, das ich es wirklich machen kann…

Klaus… was willst Du denn machen…

…willst Du es wirklich wissen…?

Klaus: …ja….

…ich werde die Beiden mal auf die Standfestigkeit ihrer sogenannten „Ehre” testen…

Klaus: …wie denn…?

…ich werde mit ihnen flirten…

Klaus: …ich bin mal gespannt….

…wetten…?

Klaus: …was…?

…das sie anspringen werden…

Klaus: …werden sie nicht…

…was ist unsere Einsatz….?

Klaus: …ähh …

…Du hast Angst…?

Klaus: …ich? Wovor….?

… das sie nicht an ihre Ehre denken…

Klaus: …nein, ich überlege was der Einsatz ist…

…mein Einsatz ist, das wenn ich verlieren sollte, Du mit mir einen ganze Nacht machen kannst was Du willst…

Klaus: …alles…?

…alles. Und was ist Dein Wetteinsatz…?

Klaus: …ähh, ….Du meinst, wenn ich verlieren sollte…?

…ja, das meine ich…

Klaus: …das passiert nicht…

…und wenn doch…?

Klaus:… ich weiß nicht…

…ok, dann sag ich Dir etwas…

Klaus: …was ich dann machen soll…?

…ja….

Klaus: …gut, also, was soll ich dann machen….?

…ich möchte, wenn Du verlierst, ….

Klaus: …na los, sag schon….

…das ich das dann noch mal mache und Du dabei zuschaust…

Klaus: …das geht nicht…

…warum nicht…

Klaus:…na, weil es eben nicht geht…

…na, das ist ja eine Begründung, toll…

Klaus: …ok, wenn Du unbedingt willst, aber ich gewinne unsere Wette sowieso…

…sei Dir mal nicht so sicher…

Klaus: …und jetzt…

…fange ich damit an, meine Wette zu gewinnen…

Klaus: …ha ha…das schaffst Du nie…

…ab wann gilt meine Wette als gewonnen…?

Klaus: …wie meinst Du …?

… wenn sie zeigen, das sie mit mir ficken wollen, oder wenn sie mich begrabschen, oder wenn sie mich küssen, oder erst, wenn ich wirklich mit denen ficke…?

Klaus: …ist mir egal…

….egal….?

Klaus: …weil Du es sowieso nicht schaffst…

…hoffentlich bereist Du es nicht…

Mit diesen Worten stand ich auf, zog mir mein kurzes Kleidchen etwas nach unten, es war verdammt weit nach oben gerutscht und ging auf die beiden Kumpels von Klaus zu.

…hi ihr beiden…Klaus sagte mir, das ihr Kumpels von ihm seid, warum setzen wir uns dann nicht zusammen an einen Tisch…, wie heißt ihr beiden eigentlich, ich konyaalti escort bayan bin die kaktous…

Tobias und Marc kam als Antwort.

…fein, schön euch kennen zu lernen, dort drüben ist noch ein Tisch frei, wir können uns doch alle zusammen dort setzen.

Ich ließ die beiden stehen, ging zu Klaus und sagt ihm, das wir an den freien Tisch gehen werden, weil seine beiden Kumpels sich zu uns setzen werden.

Klaus: …was hast Du vor….?

…meine Wette zu gewinnen.

Wir setzten uns an den freien Tisch, Marc und Tobias folgten uns. Anfangs war peinliches Schweigen an unserem Tisch. Keiner von den 3 Jungs wusste etwas zu sagen. Ich machte es mir einfach, schaute sie alle 3 nacheinander an und als ein schönes Lied gespielt wurde sagte ich,

…das Lied ist geil, wer tanzt mit mir…?

Alle 3 sahen sich betreten um. Deshalb stand ich auf, zog diesmal das nach oben gerutschte Kleid nicht wieder runter und schnappte mir einfach Tobias an der Hand und zog ihn auf die Tanzfläche. Er war sichtlich verwirrt. War es seine „Kumpelehre”?

Tobias tanzte gut, das gefiel mir und ich ging in die Offensive.

…Du tanzt gut…

Tobias: …danke, das hat noch keine zu mir gesagt…

…wirklich nicht…?

Tobias: …nein…

…ich frage mich gerade…

Tobias: …was fragst Du Dich…?

…ob Du im Bett auch so beweglich bist…

Tobias: …ähhh…

…ist Dir das peinlich, das ich so direkt bin…

Tobias: …ähh, so hat noch nie ein Mädchen mit mir gesprochen…

…ehrlich nicht…?

Tobias: …ehrlich…

…ist Dir das unangenehm…?

Tobias: …ich weiß nicht…

…Du weißt nicht…?

Tobias: …ist so komisch…

…oder liegt es daran, das ich die Freundin von Klaus bin…

Tobias: …ganz sicher nicht…

…dann bin ich ja beruhigt…

Zum Glück war das Lied zu Ende. Tobias wollte von der Tanzfläche verschwinden, aber ich hielt ihn einfach fest. Das nächst Stück war ein langsames und ich legte meinen Arm um ihn und tanzte einfach weiter. Tobias wusste nicht was er machen sollte.

…hey, falls Du nicht weißt wohin mit Deinen Händen, mach es einfach wie ich…

Tobias: …Du meinst ich soll….

..so tanzt man doch wohl, oder…

Tobias: …stimmt….

Tobias legte auch seine Arme um mich. Aus den Augenwinkeln beobachte ich Klaus, er schaute ganz aufgeregt zu uns rüber.

…darf ich Dich mal etwas fragen…

Tobias: …sicher, frag ruhig…

…hast Du schon mal etwas m einem Mädchen gehabt…

Tobias: …wie meinst Du…?

…na, hast Du schon mal mit einem Mädchen geschlafen…?

Tobias: …ja…

…so richtig…?

Tobias: …ja…

..war es schön….?

Tobias: …ja…

…sag mal, kannst Du auch mehr als immer nur ja sagen…?

Tobias: …ja…

…dann los….

Tobias: …was denn…

…na, ein bisschen mehr, was habt ihr gemacht…?

Tobias: …interessiert Dich das…?

…sicher mag ich das hören, also, fang an….

Tobias: …es ging eigentlich ziemlich schnell…

…schnell…

Tobias: …wir hatten nicht viel Zeit, ihr Eltern sollten bald nach Hause kommen…

…ach so, wer war das denn…?

Tobias: …die Uschi….

…Uschi…? Aus meiner Klasse…?

Tobias: …ja…

..war sie gut…

Tobias …was meinst Du mit gut…?

…ob sie gut im Bett ist…

Tobias …ich weiß nicht…

…Du weißt nicht….?

Tobias laus: …ich habe keinen Vergleich….

…achso…., ist sie rasiert….?

Tobias: …NEIN, …Du etwa…?

…ja…

Tobias: …ehrlich…?

….ja, blitzeblank…

Tobias: …uih, so etwas will ich mal sehen…

…hast Du das noch nie gesehen…?

Tobias:… nur auf Bildern….

…hi hi…

Tobias …warum lachst Du…?

…einfach so, mir ist gerade etwas durch den Kopf gegangen….

Tobias …darf ich wissen was….?

…willst Du es wissen…?

Tobias …aber sicher…

…ok., ich dachte daran, wie es wohl wäre, wenn ich …

Tobias …wenn Du was…?

…es Dir zeigen würde…

Tobias: …aber das geht doch nicht…

…und wieso nicht…

Tobias: …weil Klaus mein Kumpel ist…

…das ist natürlich ein geniales Argument…

Tobias: …aber…

…aber…?

Tobias: …ich könnte ja mal eine Ausnahme machen…

…ach nein. Eine Ausnahme, wie edel…

Tobias: …so darfst Du das nicht sagen…

..wieso nicht…

Tobias: …weil es sich zickig anhört…

…ich bin aber nicht zickig…

Tobias: …weiß ich, aber es hörte sich so an…

…jetzt mal im ernst, willst Du oder willst Du nicht….?

Tobias: …ich würde schon, aber…

…aber…?

Tobias: …wie soll das gehen…?

…ganz einfach…

Tobias: …einfach, wie denn…

…wenn wir an den Tisch zurückgehen, dann setzt Dich einfach mir gegenüber…

Tobias: …und dann….?

…schaust Du muratpasa escort bayan zu mir…

Tobias: …und was soll ich dann sehen…?

..was DU sehen wolltest…

Tobias: …heißt das …?

…heißt es…

Tobias: …Du hast kein…

…habe ich nicht…

Tobias: …geil…

Das Lied war zu Ende und wir verließen die Tanzfläche und gingen zum Tisch zurück. Ich ließ mich neben Klaus plumpsen und sah aus den Augenwinkeln, wie mich Tobias beobachtete. Ich legte meinen Arm um Klaus und küsste ihn, tief und fest und feucht. Dabei öffnete ich langsam meine Beine. Durch das kurze Kleidchen, was wieder etwas höher gerutscht ist, muss Tobias einen guten Einblick haben. Ich merkte, wie es mich anmacht, der Gedanke, meinen Freund zu knutschen und gleichzeitig einen anderen unter mein Kleid schauen zu lassen, zu wissen, das er meine blanke Muschi sieht. Es machte mich stark an, ich merkte, wie sich in mir Säfte bilden, Säfte der Lust, der Geilheit. Als der Kuss zu Ende war, sah ich, das sich mein Kleid wirklich ziemlich hoch geschoben hatte. Ich schaute zu Tobias, er starrte nur wortlos. Er sagte keinen Ton sondern schaute weiter unter mein Kleid.

Jetzt kam ich langsam in Fahrt. Als nächstes war Marc dran, auch mit ihm tanzte ich, unterhielt mich ähnlich mit ihm wie mit Tobias. Auch Marc wurde sofort nervös, als er hörte, das ich nichts drunter anhabe und noch dazu blitzeblank rasiert bin. Er konnte allerdings nicht, nach dem Tanz „spannen”, da seine Sitzposition dafür nicht gut war. Ich blieb nur für ein Lied am Tisch sitzen, dann musste Klaus mit mir tanzen

Klaus: …über was habt ihr geredet….?

…über dies und das…

Klaus:…dies und das….

…ja, nichts bedeutendes…

Mit Klaus tanzte ich 2 Stücke dann gingen wir wieder zurück an unseren Tisch. Ich wechselte ganz einfach den Platz mit Klaus, der den Grund ganz sicher nicht wusste, warum. Jetzt hatte Marc die Gelegenheit, denn wieder küsste ich Klaus ausgiebig und gab Marc Einblick.

Im Moment wusste ich nicht weiter, wie ich meine Wette gewinnen sollte. Zum Glück verließen beide, Marc und Tobias unseren Tisch, einer wollte etwas zu trinken holen, der andere musste mal auf die Toilette. Als wir alleine waren; sagte Klaus,

Klaus: …sieht wohl schlecht aus…

…das sehe ich nicht so…

Klaus: …wie kommst Du darauf…

…na, beide haben den Blick unter mein Kleid anscheinend genossen…

Klaus: …sie haben…?

…nicht nur das…

Klaus: …was denn noch…?

…gesehen, das ich nichts darunter anhabe…

Klaus:…Du hast, bist ….

…ja, nackig darunter…

Klaus: …sie haben ….

…ja, sie haben meine nackte Möse gesehen…

Klaus: …

…und sie beißen an…

Klaus: …Du meinst….

…ich weiß…

Klaus: …Du willst wirklich….?

…ich werde… und Dir gefällt es…

Klaus: …wie kommst Du darauf…

…weil es Dich geil macht…

Klaus: …macht es nicht…

…macht es…

Klaus: …NEIN… wie kommst Du darauf…

…weil Du einen Steifen hast….

Klaus: …upps….

…stellst Du Dir vor, wie sie mich ficken…?

Klaus:….

…wie sie ihren Harten in mich reinstossen…

Klaus:….

…wie sie in mich reinspritzen werden…

Klaus:…

…mit wem soll ich anfangen…

Klaus: ….

….na gut, dann suche ich mir einfach einen aus….

Klaus: ….

Beide, Marc und Tobias kamen fast gleichzeitig wieder an unseren Tisch zurück.

Ich flüsterte Klaus in Ohr;

…ich werde jetzt mit Marco tanzen und ihm erlauben meine Möse aunzufassen…

Bevor er etwas antworten konnte, stand ich auf, schnappte mir Marc und ging mit ihm auf die Tanzfläche.

…hast Du es genossen….?

Marc: …ich konnte es nicht glauben…

…was konntest Du nicht glauben…

Marc: …das Du wirklich nichts anhast…

…ich lüge doch nicht…

Marc: …wie sich das wohl anfasst….?

…was…?

Marc: …so eine rasierte Schnecke…

…hast noch nie eine gefühlt…

Marc: …nein…

…willst Du mal…

Marc: …wo denn…?

…bei mir….?

Marc: …BEI DIR!!!!….

…pssttt, nicht so laut, brauchen doch nicht alle mitbekommen, ….ja, bei mir….

Marc: ….Du würdest…

…ich lasse…

Marc: ….wo denn…

…komm, wir tanzen dort in der Ecke weiter, dort ist es dunkler ….

Marc: …geil…

Wir tanzten uns zusammen in die dunklere Ecke. Ich nahm Marc einfach in den Arm, eine Hand von ihm lag auf meinem Po, die andere spürte ich zwischen meinen Oberschenkeln. Ich spürte eine Gänsehaut in mir, der Gedanke, das mir gleich Marc an meine Möse packt, das mein Freund ganz in der Nähe ist, es wie auch weiß was ich vorhabe, ließ mich erschauern. Ich spürte seine Hand, zaghaft, dann forscher, dann war er unter meinem Kleid, näherte sich dem Punkt. Es kam mir unheimlich lange vor, bis er endlich an meiner Möse war. Nur eine kurze Berührung, dann zuckte er wieder weg.

…hast Du einen serik escort bayan Schlag bekommen…

Marc: …wieso….?

…weil Du so schnell warst…

Marc: …Du meinst…

..ich meine nicht, ich will Dich dort spüren ….

Sofort war seine Hand wieder an meiner Möse. Seine Finger gingen auf Entdeckung, strichen durch meine Schamlippen, spürten wohl meine Nässe. Ich ließ mich befummeln, abgreifen, von einem Freund meines Freundes, wie schamlos und doch so geil. Er wurde forscher, steckte mir einen Finger in mein Loch, bewegte ihn. GEIL!

…ich brauche eine Pause…

Marc: …so schnell…

..wir können ja nachher weiter tanzen…

Zusammen gingen wir an den Tisch zurück. Ich gab Klaus wieder einen tiefen Kuss, beugte mich zu seinem Ohr und flüsterte;

…er hat mir sogar einen Finger rein gesteckt…

Wir alle 4 tranken schweigend. Zum nächsten Lied forderte ich Klaus auf. Schweigend folgte er mir.

…es war geil als er mich abgriff, mir seinen Finger rein steckte. Das werde ich gliech auch noch mit Tobias machen.

Klaus: …wie weit willst Du noch gehen…

…reicht Dir das als Beweis der „Ehre”?….

Klaus: …ja….

…Du hast die Wette verloren…

Klaus: …ja….

…aber sie ist noch nicht zu Ende…

Klaus: …aber…

…kein aber….

Klaus: …aber ich dachte…

…nichts da….ich werde ich von beiden ficken lassen…

Klaus:….

…und Dir wird es gefallen…

Klaus: …nein…

…doch, es wird Dir gefallen, wenn Du dann als letzter auf mich darfst…

Klaus: …nein…

…doch, in ein, nein, mein verschleimtes Loch zu kommen…

Klaus: …nein…

…doch, es macht Dich geil, merke ich doch….

Ich ließ ihn stehen, ging zu Tobias und holte ihn auf die Tanzfläche. Wir tanzten sofort in die dunkle Ecke.

…hat die Marc erzählt…?

Tobias: …ja…

…willst Du auch…

Tobias: …ja und noch mehr…

….mehr….

Tobias: …wenn Du auch willst…

…ich will….

Tobias: …und Klaus….?

…der wird es nicht merken…

Tobias: …wie denn….?

…ich sage ihm, daß ich auf die Toilette muss…

Tobias: …und dann…?

…kommst Du mir nach…

Tobias: …wohin denn dann…

…wir gehen raus auf den Parkplatz, es wird sich schon etwas finden….

Dann ließ ich mich auch von hm abgreifen. Er war schneller als Marc unter meinem Kleid. Ein anderer Griff, geil.

Wir hörten auf zu tanzen, gingen zurück, setzten uns. Ich sagte dann, das ich mal auf die Toilette müsse und verschwand. Tobias war kurz hinter mir. Zusammen sind wir raus aus der Disco, schnell zum Parkplatz, kurz geschaut, eine Ecke gefunden. Wir knutschten, fest, intensiv, geil. Ich drehte mich um, stützte mich an der Wand ab, spürte seine Hände, seine Hände, die mein Kleid etwas höher schoben, mein Hinterteil entblößten. Ich veränderte meine Position, etwas mit den Füßen nach hinten, Beine etwas mehr auseinander, den Po nach hinten gedrückt. So bot ich mich Tobias an. Ich hörte den Zipper seine Hose, spürte ihn sich mir nähern, spürte wie er mich am Po berührte, nahm meine Hand zu seinem Schwanz, half ihm, half ihm den Eingang zu finden, den Eingang zu meinem Schoß, meinem Loch, wollte ihn in mir haben, jetzt, sofort, hier. Ich hielt die Luft an, seine Eichel berührte meine Schamlippen, fand den Eingang, er bohrte sich langsam in mich, in meine erwartungsvolle Möse. Er war steinhart, fand seinen Weg in meinen heißen Kanal. Er stieß zu, zog raus, stieß wieder zu. Ich versuchte Halt zu finden. Stützte mich ab, ließ ihn in mich reinhämmern, mich ficken, draußen vor einer Disco, in ihr mein Freund, mit dem Wissen.

Ich atmete schneller, versuchte die Luft anzuhalten, ging nicht, stöhnte, wollte schreien, spürte ihn schneller werden, krampfte, spürte meine Möse mit allen ihren Nerven, es ging mir in den Bauch, mir wurde schwindelig, versuchte auf den Beinen zu bleiben, kam. Ich hatte einen geilen Orgasmus, merkte kaum, das er noch immer stieß, ließ ihn, ließ ihn zu seinem Orgasmus kommen, ließ mich stoßen, hörte ihn schneller stöhnen, schnaufen, einen langgezogenen Atemzug, er kam in mir, spritzte mir sein Sperma in den Leib. Ich war glücklich.

Er gab mir ein Tempo, ich wischte mich etwas sauber, wir beeilten uns zurück, sprachen kein Wort. Gingen sofort zu unserem Tisch, Klaus sah es mir an. Ich konnte seinen Blick nicht deuten. Ich nahm ihn mir und schleppte ihn zur Tanzfläche, sofort in die dunkle Ecke;

…fass mich an…

Klaus: …

…fass meine Möse an….

Klaus: …

…fass meine vollgespritzte Möse an….

Er reagierte langsam, griff unter mein Kleid, gleichzeitig spürte ich seine Beule in der Hose. Ich küsste ihn.

Klaus: …Du hast wirklich….

…ja, mein Schatz und gleich werde ich noch einmal gefickt werden…

Klaus: …Du bist gemein…

…und Dich macht es geil…

Wir tanzten noch eine Weile dann gingen wir wieder zurück.

…ich habe Hunger, kannst Du mich (Tobias) an eine Pommesbude schnell fahren…?

Tobias: …ich habe auch Hunger…

…dann lass uns schnell verschwinden…

Ich gab Klaus noch einen tiefen Kuss und verließ mit Tobias die Disco. Wir gingen zu seinem Wagen.

Tobias: … hast Du wirklich Hunger….?

…nicht auf Pommes und Du….?

Tobias: …nicht auf Pommes…

…sondern….?

Tobias: …auf Dich…

…auf mich…?

Tobias: …ja…

…Du willst mich ficken…?

Tobias: …ja…

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Hy, ich bin Simone, bin heute 27 Jahre alt, 1,65 m groß, rote Haare und wiege so um die 50 kg. Ich will Euch heute mal meine zweite Erfahrung schildern! Nachdem das erste öffentliche Entblößen damals eine spontan Entscheidung war, musste die folgende schon ein wenig geplant werden.

Ich war damals in der Mittelstufe des Gauß-Schneider-Gymnasium und meine Noten waren sehr gut, was mir damals wohl zu recht den Titel einer Streberin eingebracht hat. Auch meine Haarfarbe hat nicht dazu beigetragen, das ich eine beliebte Schülerin war. Im nachhinein, fand ich das gar nicht so schlimm. So konnte ich immer mein Ding durchziehen, ohne groß Aufsehen zu erregen!

Eins sollte Euch Männern klar sein: Wenn Ihr bei uns Frauen einen Einblick erhaltet, in den Ausschnitt, durch die Ärmel, unter den Rock,…, glaubt nicht, daß das etwas mit Zufall oder Glück zu tun hat, das ist zu 99% geplant!! Der Rest Doofheit!! Mal mehr mal weniger, leider kann man sich bei bestimmten „Fenstern” nicht immer aussuchen, wer reinschaut!

Der Schwimmunterricht sollte mein erster geplanter Auftritt werden. Wenn ich heute noch daran denke, kann ich es immer noch nicht glauben. Warum gerade dort, bei Leuten, die man jeden Tag wieder sieht. Ich denke, wenn die Planung damals ein wenig besser gelaufen wäre, hätte ich es mir verkniffen und was anderes gesucht um mich „auszutoben”.

Es war damals am 15.Dez. – ein Tagebuch ist was schönes – es war einer von den letzten Schultagen, ich plante meinen Auftritt für den nächsten Tag. Es sollte nichts großes sein.

Unsere damalige Sportlehrerin Frau Wagholz, hatte aus begründetem Anlaß sich von allen Eltern eine Einverständniserklärung unterschreiben lassen, dass wenn wir unsere Badesachen vergessen hätten, in Unterhose, bzw. Unterhose und BH schwimmen müssten. Und warum das Ganze, na drei mal dürft Ihr raten. Weil einige von uns Mädels es in der Vergangenheit übertrieben hatten immer wieder mit neuen Ausreden, aber das brauche ich Euch ja nicht zu erzählen, kennt Ihr ja bestimmt auch aus Eurer Schulzeit.

Bei dieser Gelegenheit wurde auch entschieden, das alle Kidds den gleichen Badeanzug tragen sollten. Damit wollte Frau Wagholz unterbinden, das einige Mädels zu freizügig rumspringen.

15. Dez.

1. Schritt Ich stehe vor meinem Spiegel und suche mir die „besten” Stücke raus, die ich morgen tragen will: weiße Söckchen, weißes Unterhöschen mit roten Punkten,5-6 Stück ca. 5-Mark-Stück großen, den dazu passenden BH, eine weiße Bluse, weit geschnitten mit kurzen Armen und mitteltiefem Ausschnitt (klafft beim nach vorne beugen eine knappe Handbreit auf) und eine weiße Hose!

2. Schritt Anprobe I: Sieht echt super aus, man kann durch die weiße Hose schön die roten Punkte durchscheinen sehen. Nachdem ich diverse Sitz- und Steh-Positionen vor dem Spiegel ausprobierte, weiß ich jetzt, wann ich wie einem „zufälligem” Beobachter einen Blick auf einen BH, bzw. auf die Oberbrust gewähren kann. Das ist auch einer der Gründe, warum ich diesen BH gewählt habe, er endet kurz über der Brustwarze, bzw. Hof. Und ließ genug meiner Brust frei.

3. Schritt Anprobe II: Nur rotgepunktetes Unterhöschen und BH. Sieht richtig peinlich aus. So soll es auch sein! Ich will auch nicht zu viel zeigen. Ich drehe mich 3-4-5-x mal vor dem Spiegel hin und her, beuge mich mal hierhin und dorthin. Hüpfte ein paar mal auf und ab, alles bleibt an Ort und Stelle und auch wenn ich mich nach vorn überbeugte, konnte man von hinten nicht mehr oder weniger sehen wie im Badeanzug auch. So fertig! Ich versuche mir die Blicke der Jungs vorzustellen, wenn ich morgen so vor Ihnen stehe. Das muß die einfach anmachen. Mich macht es jetzt schon an und während ich mich vor dem Spiegel entkleide, stelle ich fest, das mein Körper wieder die ein oder andere vorteilhafte Veränderung vollzogen hat. Die Brustwarzen und der Hof, stehen nicht mehr ganz so hervor, wie noch vor einem Monat.

4. Schritt Sachen für morgen zurechtlegen, bzw. einpacken. Dann gehe ich mit Vorfreude und Herzklopfen ab ins Bett. Es erregt mich schon ganz schön , wenn ich mir vorstelle, dass mich die ganze Klasse in meiner Unterwäsche zu sehen bekommt. Und ich eine volle Doppelstunde nichts dagegen tun kann. In mir kamen dann doch die Zweifel hoch, aber das Gefühl aus der Magengegend wird immer stärker, als ich mir ausmale, wie mir die Jungs auf den BH und das rot gepunktet Unterhöschen schauen. Während ich langsam wegdämmere, geht die Fantasie wieder mit mir durch, ich hätte mich doch noch befriedigen sollen:

Ich bin in unserem Klassenraum, sitze auf meinem Platz. Wir haben Erdkunde und unsere Lehrer, der aussieht wie „mein netter Autofahrer” (nackt im Schnee) bittet mich nach vorne zu kommen. Er erklärte mir, die Tafel sei zur Inspektion und würde erst in 3 Wochen wieder zurück sein. Als Ersatz soll ich mich bitte zu Verfügung stellen. Ich frage Ihn, wie er sich das vorstelle, er antworte: „ Na du ziehst dich aus und wir werden die einzelnen Länder von Europa auf deine weiße Haut malen. Es hat keiner eine so weiße Haut wie du.” konyaaltı escort bayan Ich sagte Ihm, das ich das nicht machen kann, da mich dann ja jeder nackt sehen kann. In diesem Moment betreten zwei Personen den Raum, meine Mutter und mein Biolehrer. Beide sagen synchron:

„Simone, wie kannst du dich denn nur so anstellen. Es ist doch sehr lehrreich, für dich und die anderen Jugendlichen. Während du dich jetzt entkleidest, werde wir den anderen Schülern deine Anatomie erklären und du brauchst nicht länger deine schweren Kleider tragen.” Ok, das war in Ordnung, meine Kleider sind wirklich schwer und es befreite mich jedes Mal, wenn ich ein Kleidungsstück ablege. Nachdem ich alle Kleider abgelegt habe, blick ich wieder auf und in die Augen meiner Mitschüler. Ich schäme mich so nackt vor Ihnen zu stehen und komme mir so hilflos vor, aber gleichzeitig fühle ich mich frei und losgelöst. Es erregt mich, als meine Mitschüler anfangen die Europa — Karte auf mir zu erstellen, überall Hände, auf meinen kleinen Brüsten, auf meinem Rücken und Po und auf meinem Bauch! Gleichzeitig erklären meine Mutter und mein Biolehrer Ihnen, was an einer Frau anders ist wie bei einem Mann. Jeder solle doch mal meine Brust streicheln und die harten Brustwarzen fühlen. Für die genaue Beschreibung und spätere ertasten meines Intimbereiches, lege ich mich auf das Lehrerpult und spreiz……. Es erklingt die Schulglocke und die Stunde ist zu Ende. Aber warum ist es dann plötzlich so dunkel? Es dauerte eine geraume Zeit, bis ich mich in der Realität zurückfinde und schalte meinen Wecker aus. Auch jetzt bleibt keine Zeit mehr, mich zu befriedigen und so startet mein Tag schon mit einer gehörigen erotischen Anspannung

16.Dez.

5. Schritt Aufstehen, frühstücken mit Eltern, ankleiden und heute mal ab zum Bus. Mit meinen beiden jüngeren Geschwister, Anna und Robert, gehe ich zur Bushaltestelle. Dort angekommen, muß ich nicht lange auf die ersten komischen Blicke warten. Ich gebe mich ganz unbedarft, als wenn nichts wäre und strahle diejenigen mit meinem besten Unschuldslächeln an. Von hinten sieht man es am deutlichsten. Die Hose legt sehr eng an und die roten Punkte stahlen richtig durch. Nachdem der Bus gekommen ist und wie immer schon sehr voll, steige ich hinten ein, dort sitzen schon einige Jungs auf den Stufen, aber für mich und meine Geschwister findet sich noch ein Platz. Ich mussten aber stehen. Die Fahrt dauert ca. eine ½-Stunde. Ich wollte den Tag schon mal passend angehen, und drehte den beiden Jungs, die mir an nächsten sitzen meine Vorderseite zu und mache mit dem anderen einen Schritt auf die nächste Stufe. So können Sie mir genau in den Schritt schauen und da alles sehr eng anliegt, können Sie natürlich auch die hervorstehenden Schamlippen deutlich erkennen, die bei der Vorstellung, das die beiden Jungs mich betrachten natürlich noch zusätzlich anschwollen, obwohl meine Ausprägung so schon weit über das Normale hinausgeht. Ich kann Sie über den Fahrer Spiegel, der über dem Ausgang angebracht war auch beobachten. Sie blicken immer wieder zu mir hoch, ob ich mich um sie kümmern würde, was ich natürlich nicht mache. So kann ich erkenne, wie sie beide Ihre Köpfe immer näher an meinen Schoß heranstrecken, sich gegenseitig anstoßen und ein breites Grinsen über Ihre Gesichter kriecht. Ich kann Ihre Blicke regelrecht spüren, wie sie mich in Ihren Gedanken ausziehen und sich vorstellen, ich würde nackt vor Ihnen stehen.

Wenn die müssten, das die das vor ein paar Tagen hätten haben können! Wir wurde bei diesem Gedanken ganz schwindlig, noch mehr Beobachter. Na mir hatte das erst mal gereicht, so ganz nackt vor Fremden. (siehe: nackt im Schnee)

Na wenn ich schon dran war, was soll mich hindern, den beiden noch mehr zu zeigen. Ich stelle mein Bein wieder zurück, um Ihnen die Gelegenheit zu geben, sich normal zu verhalten. Nestele an meine Jacke rum, blickte den beiden nacheinander in die Augen, mit meinem besten Unschuldslächeln und sage: „ Ist doch ganz schön warm hier drinnen” und öffne dabei meinen Mantel ein gutes Stück. Die beiden sagen nix und blick mich nur aus einer Mischung aus Verlegenheit und bübischen verschmitzen Lächeln an. Ich frage meine kleine Schwester etwas, ohne das die beiden Jungs das verstehen können. Sie nickt mit dem Kopf. Ich sage dann etwas lauter: „Na klar, ich hol es nur schnell aus der Tasche”. Ich stige eine Stufe weiter herunter, um an meine Schultasche besser heranzukommen, beuge mich dann so, das die beiden mir tief in den Ausschnitt schauen können. Ich verharre in dieser Position einige Zeit und krame in meiner Tasche. Dann richte ich mich auf, rede nochmals kurz mit meiner Schwester und nehme einen kurzen Blick in den Spiegel.

Mit Zeichensprache machen sie obszöne Gesten für zwei Brüste, ich kann gar nicht mehr anders und beuge mich ein zweites mal über meine Tasche. Diesmal suche ich etwas länger und finde auch was ich gesucht habe, mein Kinderriegel. Diesen stecke ich Anna in die Jackentasche, steige muratpaşa escort bayan wieder eine Stufe nach oben, mit dem 2. Bein noch eine Stufe höher, wie am Anfang. Dann kamen wir zum stehen. Stau! Wie immer! Der Fahrer schaltete den Motor und die Innenraumbeleuchtung aus. Da standen wir im Dunkel.

Soll ich es wagen? Es ist stockduster, wir haben Neumond und keine externe Beleuchtung. Soll ich den beiden meine „Pflaume” zeigen? Warum nicht, in Ihren Gedanken haben Sie sie doch schon nackt gesehen. Warum dann nicht auch noch in der Dunkelheit! Der Gedanke war gefasst und ich muss Ihn sofort in die Tat umsetzen. Ich öffne meine Gürtel und den Knopf an meiner Hose! Schaute mich nochmals um und versuchte in der Dunkelheit etwas zu erkennen, aber es war rabenschwarz. Langsam ziehe ich meine Hose und natürlich gleichzeitig mein Unterhöschen runter bis Mitte Oberschenkel. Meine Pflaume liegt jetzt keine 30 cm vom Gesicht des ersten Jungen vollkommen nackt und frei und strömt Ihren betörenden Duft aus. So stehe ich da, die Beine leicht gespreizt, Untenrum frei und genieße das wunderbare Gefühl der Freiheit und die Gefahr erwischt zu werden. Plötzlich habe ich das Gefühl, ich kann den Atem des Jungen auf meiner empfindlichen Haut spüren! Die verursacht mit sofort Gänsehaut! Ist er näher gekommen? Doch bevor ich den Gedanken beenden kann, wird der Bus gestartet und kurz darauf flackert das Licht wieder auf.

Mich überfiel die blanke Panik, ich stehe hier mit runtergelassener Hose vor zwei Jungs aus meiner Schule und bin unfähig mich zu rühren. Mich überläuft ein Schauer, der mir alle Haare zu Berge stehen läßt. Was soll ich jetzt machen? Langsam, ganz langsam kehrt die Realität wieder, es fühlt sich irgendwie nicht so kalt an, wie es sich eigentlich mir heruntergelassener Hose anfühlen soll. So schaue ich langsam an mir runter und mir fällt ein Stein vom Herzen. Gott sei Dank! Nur ein Tag-Traum.

Der weiter Tag verläuft wie geplant, alle haben sich über meine roten Punkte lustig gemacht, war ja auch so gedacht. Aber keiner hat mich direkt darauf angesprochen, mich sah und hörte immer nur diverse Äußerungen.

6. Schritt In der ersten großen Pause besorge ich mir den Klassenschlüssel , mit der Ausrede, ich habe mein Pausenbrot vergessen, was man mir als Klassenbeste ohne Problem abnimmt. Dort nehme ich von unsere eingebildeten Klassenschönheit, Susi, die Badehose und das Oberteil an mich. Das gehörte alles zum Plan, als naives Mädchen in Unterhose und BH im Schwimmbad vor die Jungs zu treten.

7. Schritt Auf dem Weg zum Schwimmbad, machen die ein oder andern Jungs schon Andeutungen, ob ich meinen Badeanzug schon anhabe, ist natürlich eine Anspielung auf die roten gepunktete Unterhose, ich krame meinen Badeanzug raus und wedele damit vor Ihren Augen. Und sagte nur: „Ich ziehe das an, wie alle anderen auch.” Und drehe mich um.

In der Umkleidekabine angekommen, nehme ich mir den Spinnt direkt neben Susi, lege meinen Badanzug oben auf meine Tasche und gehe erst mal auf die Toilette. Ich habe Nicola, meine beste und einzigste Freundin eingeweiht, sie soll Bescheid geben, wenn alles klar ist. Nach ca. 5 min. klopft es wie vereinbart an der Tür. Ich gehe dann wieder zu meinem Spinnt, stelle fest, dass mein Badeanzug verschwunden ist und fange an mich zu entkleiden. Nachdem ich mich vollkommen nackt entkleidet habe, das erste mal vor der Klasse, suche ich wie verrückt in meiner Tasche nach dem Badeanzug. Und kann Ihn nicht finden. Ich sage: „Ich hatte Ihn doch noch vor 10 min.” schaue überall auf den Boden und luge auch noch mal aus der Eingangstür. Ich binde mir ein Handtuch um und machte mich auf den Weg zu Frau Wagholz. Dort angekommen, erzähle ich Ihr unter Tränen, dass ich meinen Badeanzug verloren habe und nicht mitschwimmen kann. Aber darauf läßt sich Frau Wagholz nicht ein. In Ihrer souveränen Art sage sie: „Simone du weißt doch, wenn du keinen Badeanzug dabei hast, musst du in Unterhose und BH schwimmen gehen, aus die Diskussion!” Ich versuche Ihr noch klar zu machen, dass den mir einer geklaut haben muß, aber Sie verharrt starr auf den Regeln. Unter Tränen gehe ich in die Umkleidekabine zurück und mache mich fertig. Innerlich beginnt sich die Vorfreude zu steigern, jetzt ist es nicht mehr weit und alle Klassenkameraden können mich in Unterwäsche betrachten. Absolut geil fühlt sich das an.

8. Schritt Die Vorfreude, mich nur in Unterwäsche meiner Klasse zu zeigen wächst mit jeder Sekunde. Ich reibe mir noch ein paar mal die Augen, damit die ein wenig verheulter aussehen und verlasse dann die Umkleidekabine, die im Keller untergebracht ist, mit jeder Stufe, die ich mich den Jungs und Mädels nähere, wächst die innere Anspannung. Meine Brust und Schamlippen sind angeschwollen, wodurch sich der Hof der Brustwarzen leicht über den Rand meines BH schiebt, was mir aber im Moment vollkommen egal ist, ich ersteige die letzte Stufe und genieße den Augenblick und die Blick der Klassenkameraden. Ich blicke zu Boden, serik escort bayan weil ich mich schäme und reibe mir die Augen und drücke auch noch eine Träne raus. Ich muß an der ganzen Truppe vorbei, bis ich einen Platz finde, dabei lasse ich meinen Blick, mit gesenktem Kopf, über jedes einzelne Gesicht streifen . Die Jungs, schauen alle auf meine Brust, die fast aus dem BH zu springen droht, und schon die ersten Anzeichen macht. Inzwischen ist nur noch die Brustwarze als solche verpackt, alles darüber war den neugierigen Blicken restlos ausgeliefert und natürlich auf meinen Hintern. Die Mädels schauen etwas irritiert, einige mit Mitfühlend, andere, wie Susi und Ihre Freundinnen schadenfroh! Nachdem ich sitze, versuche ich meinen BH wieder so weit in die Reihe zu bringen, dass er alles bedeckt. Wobei ich das nur mache, weil meine Lehrerin schon ein wenig verärgert geschaut hat, obwohl mich das wundert, da Sie eigentlich Blind wie ein Stockfisch ist ohne Ihre Brille, die Sie im Schwimmbad nie aufzieht.

Sie erklärt uns kurz den Ablauf der nächsten 60 min. Hier in meiner Ecke habe ich noch ein Gefühl von Geborgenheit. Auch wenn mich die Blicke der Jungs schon ganz schön wuschig macht. Wir sollen heute eine ¾ Stunde Staffelschwimmen machen, danach noch eine ½ Stunde springen vom 1 mtr. Brett

Es werden 5 Mitschüler bestimmt, die Ihre Gruppenmitglieder dann abwechselnd aussuchen dürfen. Ich lande in einer reinen Männer Gruppe. Was mir natürlich nur recht war, aber ich schaue ein wenig beschämt, als ich mit Ihnen zur dritten Startbahn gehe. Na ja, ich will das doch auch nicht anders. Aber warum schauen die 6 Jungs aus meiner Staffel so erwartend aus? Sie sagen, ich solle doch als erster starten, das würde unsere Gruppe Glück bringen und geben mir den Spitznamen „Pünktchen”. Ich sage sie sollen die Schnau… halten und stelle mich auf den Block, beuge mich vornüber, ich weiß genau wo die jetzt hinschauen, genau zwischen die Beine auf meine „Pflaume”. Ich weiß, die können nicht mehr oder weniger sehen, wie als würde ich meinen Badeanzug tragen. Trotzdem wird mir innerlich richtig warm im Bauch und diese Wärme breite sich auch schon langsam in meiner Vagina aus.

Der Starschuß fällt und ich springe mit einem weiten Satz ins Wasser und hoffte, das unter umständen das ein oder andere nachgeben könnte, aber alles bleibt mehr oder weniger an seinem Platz. Ich schwimme hin und zurück und klatsche als zweite an, der nächste starte. Als erstes muss ich feststellen, das die restlichen 5 Jungs sich rund um meinen Ausstiegspunkte gestellt haben. So das die andern nicht viel von mir sehen können, wenn ich jetzt aus dem Wasser steige. Als zweites, habe ich schon bei den letzten Zügen gemerkt, das die Brustwarzen nahe daran sind sich ihren Weg freizugekämpft. Meine ganzer Hof ist zu sehen, aber ich will auch gesehen werden. Ich lasse mir beim Aussteigen helfen, wobei die Blicke über meinen ganzen Körper gehen und ich nun froh bin, das mein Unterhöschen schon naß ist, ansonsten hätte ich jetzt ein Problem. Egal Wie ich mich stelle, die Jungs nehmen mich immer in die Mitte. Ich weiß nicht warum, aber es war ein schönes Gefühl, von 5 Jungs von oben bis unten mit den Blicken ausgezogen zu werden. Ich fühle mich vor Ihren Augen absolut nackt, Ihnen vollkommen ausgeliefert, schamhaft, laufe rot an und das Blut läuft direkt zwischen meine Schenkel.

Dort verstärkt es noch die Ausprägung meiner unter der Unterhose versteckten Spalte. Auf der anderen Seite fühle ich mich auch frei und völlig sicher, denn meine Unterwäsche sitzt und entzieht Ihnen den direkten Blich auf meine Brüste und meinen Schambereich. Nur die Ausprägungen sind zu sehen, aber allein das reicht aus, mich immer hemmungsloser zu verhalten, weil mich das immer weiter dem absoluten Glücksgefühl näher bringt.. Sie machen sich nicht die Mühe Ihre Blicke vor mir zu verbergen.. Ich lasse sie gewähren, vermeide aber einen direkten Blickkontakt und fühle mich wie im siebten Himmel, ich kann heute gar nicht mehr sagen, wer zu dieser Gruppe gehört hat, aber es müssen ein paar „normale” gewesen sein”! Da ich mir hier ein wenig dämlich vorkomme, und den Jungs auch was zeigen will, mache ich ein paar kleine Aufwärmübungen für den nächsten Start, habe ich ja gestern extra vor dem Spiegel geprobt . Die Jungs ziehen nacheinander Ihre Bahnen, lassen mich aber nicht aus Ihrer Runde. Zu den Übungen die ich mache, gehörten auch welche, bei den man die Beine ein wenig öffnen und das Becken kreisen muß, wenn ich es nicht besser wüßte, könnte man meinen, die hätten sich in die roten Punkte verliebt, denn Ihre Blicke sind so auf meine Brüste und Schamlippen fixierten, das keiner von Ihnen mir auch nur einen kurzen Blick ins Gesicht zuwarf.

Dann bin ich wieder an die Reihe. Ich stellte mich auf den Block, beuge mich nach vorne und diesmal streckte ich den Po noch ein wenig mehr nach oben und hinten und meinen Oberkörper weiter nach unten. So haben alle meine Jungs einen wunderschönen Ausblick auf meine Brust, Po und meine raugestreckte „Pflaume”! Ich lächele zwischen meinen Beinen hindurch, sage noch: „Euer „Pünktchen” wir diesmal erster”, ich blicke in die Augen der Jungs, diese aber nicht in meine, sondern nur auf meinen Intimbereich, das die so fixiert sind auf die Vulva einer Frau, in diesem Fall meiner, habe ich nicht gedacht. Bekräftigte aber meinen Gedanken, dem ein oder andern Jungen in der Zukunft mehr von meinem Körper zu zeigen, und ich springe!!!

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Der Gedanke an mein Erlebnis mit dem Jogger auf dem Rastplatz ließ mich nicht los. In den Tagen darauf, hatte ich ständig die Bilder im Kopf, wie er sich einfach an mir verging und es versetzte mich innerlich in höchste Erregung. Nicht dass er mich angepinkelt hatte, oder sein Sperma auf mich nieder ging… vielmehr war es dieses Gefühl des Ausgeliefert seins, des absoluten Kontrollverlusts, das mir immer wieder die Lust zwischen die Schenkel trieb und meine Brustwarzen versteinern ließ. Ich war der Spielball meiner eigenen Sexualität und es begann die intensivste Selbstbefriedigungsäre meines bisherigen Lebens.

Teilweise machte ich es mir – ungelogen – bis zu zehn mal am Tag. Morgens unter der Dusche, auf dem Weg zur Arbeit verlangte es ich mich im Auto und ich tat es während der Fahrt, oder hielt unterwegs an. Ich nutzte jede Pause im Büro um mich auf der Toilette zu vergnügen, ging nur Shoppen oder schwimmen oder ins Fitnessstudio oder unter die Sonnenbank um meine Erregung abzubauen. In fast jedem Moment in dem ich mich unbeobachtet fühlte, wanderten meine Finger unter meinen Rock oder in meine Hose… sogar als ich mit meinem Freund bei seinen Eltern zu Besuch war, hab ich es dort im Bad, im Keller und am Esstisch gemacht, während seine Mutter nebenan kochte und er mit seinem Dad im Wohnzimmer fern sah… Sex mit meinen Freund wurde seltener, da er mich nicht annähernd befriedigte und nach gut drei Wochen war mir klar, dass es so nicht weiter gehen konnte. Ich traf den Vorsatz, mich ab jetzt zu mäßigen.

An einem Donnerstag Abend fuhr ich mit dem Auto Heim und ich war seit Tagen unausgeglichen… Wen wundert das: meine Begierde war unersättlich und steigerte sich mit jedem Tag der Selbstkontrolle. Ich platzte fast und beschloss meinem Wunsch nach einem Orgasmus heute nochmal nachzugeben.

Fieberhaft überlegte ich mir, wo ich einen Ort fände, an dem ich mich völlig ungestört mir selbst hingeben konnte. Und wie ich mir die Zeit dafür ergaunern könnte. Es war warm und draußen wäre eine Option. Oder ein Hotel? Das Geld wäre es mir wert. Aber eigentlich würde es mir in der Natur besser gefallen. Die letzte Sommerwärme auskosten und die Anspannung der letzten Tage aus mir raus fingern… Also irgendwo draußen!

Ich hielt, rief meine Freundin Anett an und bat sie heute mein Alibi zu sein. Ich hatte ihr eh erzählt, dass es mit meinem Freund grad nicht gut lief. Auch wenn sie nicht wusste, was der wirkliche Grund war, gab sie mir dennoch ihr Einverständnis. Ich sagte ihr, ich brauchte mal einen Abend für mich, würde zum Sport gehen, um nachzudenken oder vielleicht noch ins Kino, um mal auf andere Gedanken zu kommen… Danach rief ich meinen Freund an und teilte ihm mit, dass ich spontan mit Anett was unternehmen würde.

Kaum hatte ich auf gelegt, jubilierte ich innerlich. Ich war frei, wenn auch nur für heute Abend. Mein Unterleib quittierte diesen Umstand mit aufsteigender Hitze. Am liebsten hatte ich es mir hier und jetzt im Auto besorgt – aber ich wollte und musste den Abend jetzt voll auskosten! Zuerst würde ich mich noch ein bisschen aufheizten! Und dann meiner Lust freien Lauf lassen!

Ich trug einen schwarzen, halblangen Rock und eine champagnerfarbene Bluse. EDarunter hatte ich einen schwarzen Spitzenslip, den passenden BH und eine hautfarbene Strumpfhose an. Außerdem ein Paar hochhackige Schuhe, auch schwarz. Mein zum Rock gehörendes Jäckchen lag auf dem Rücksitz. Alles in allem zu bieder. Offizielle Bürokluft eben. Aufgestachelt von der Vorstellung, dass dieser Abend heiß werden sollte, verlangte es mir nach einem passenderen Outfit. Und ich hatte noch eine Stunde bis Ladenschluss. Die Entscheidung war schnell gefasst: ich steuerte konyaalti escort den nächsten H&M in den nahen Riem-Arcaden an, um mich ein bisschen passender einzukleiden.

Nach gut fünfzehn Minuten schritt ich durch die Eingangstür und eine gute halbe Stunde später stand ich in der Umkleide. Verlockend… Ich hatte große Lust, die Anprobe auszulassen und sofort zu masturbieren. Doch genau darum war ich ja hier. Herauszögern… Dennoch: als ich Schuhe, Rock und Bluse auszog, zitterte mein Körper vor Geilheit. Anders kann ich es nicht nennen. Ich sah mich im Spiegel an und legte auch noch die Strumpfhose ab. Nur noch in Unterwäsche beäugte ich mich und musste mich ernsthaft davon abhalten, nur mal kurz zu fühlen ob ich schon feucht war. Obwohl ich genau spürte, dass in meinem Schritt die Flut auf dem Weg zum Hochwasser war.

Konzentration! Ich hatte mir zwei Röcke ausgesucht. Einer in schwarz und ein Jeansrock, aber beide kurz. Dazu ein Einteiler in schwarz mit so einem Leopardenmuster oberhalb der Taillie. Zuerst der Jeansrock: kurz, aber beim nach vorne lehnen sah ich im Spiegel, dass mein Po nicht darunter hinaus schaute. Also den anderen. Schon besser. Jetzt schaute mein Poansatz heraus. Ich zog das Oberteil drüber. Es war hauteng und verdeckte zudem fast den ganzen Rock. Eins A! Hastig zog ich mich wieder um, ließ die Strumpfhose gleich weg, öffnete noch mein zum Pferdeschwanz gebundenes, rotes Haar und machte mich auf zur Kasse. Unterwegs griff ich mir noch eine schwarze, transparente Strumpfhose und einen Gürtel. Nach dem Zahlen eilte ich meinem Abend entgegen.

In der Tiefgarage war nicht mehr viel los und ich entschied mich im Auto umzuziehen. Bluse aufknöpfen, nochmal umschauen, aus damit und den Einteiler drüber. Sauber. Dann den Rock runter. Was soll ich sagen… Das Leopardenteil war perfekt! Im Auto sitzend stellte ich fest, dass mein Höschen jetzt gut zu sehen war… Also warum noch einen Rock? Nein, nur die schwarze Strumpfhose! Und zwar nur.

Jetzt hieß es Disziplin bewahren: ich zog mir den Slip aus und er war knallfeucht im Schritt! Benebelt vom Geruch meiner in Flammen stehenden Schaam, stieg ich in die Strumpfhose. Mit den Schulterblättern presste ich mich an die Sitzlehne um meinen Po anzuheben und die Strumpfhose richtig anzuziehen. Dann noch das Oberteil so weit wie möglich runter und die Schuhe wieder an. Ready to go! Ich packte die restlichen Klamotten auf die Rückbank und fuhr los!

Als ich aus dem Parkhaus raus fuhr und wieder im Tageslicht war, zuckte ich kurz zusammen. Ein Blick nach unten verreit mir, dass der Einteiler sehr kurz war und die Strumpfhose wirklich durchsichtig: meine rasierten Schaamlippen zeichneten sich genauso deutlich ab und mein neues Intim-Piercing war gut zu sehen!

Hoffnungslos erregt lenkte ich mein Auto über die Autobahn stadtauswärts. Ich wollte Sex. Schönen, wilden Sex mit mir selber… Es wurde ländlicher und ich nahm die nächste Ausfahrt. Immer noch ohne konkretes Ziel, folgte ich der Landstraße. Langsam aber sicher wurde mir klar, dass bald was passieren musste. Ich brauchte verzweifelt einen Orgasmus.

Meine Not trieb mich voran. Ich hielt Ausschau nach einer Gelegenheit, ein Parkplatz ohne Autos, ein abgelegener Waldweg, wo ich unauffällig parken konnte… Es war inzwischen schon nach acht. Aber wer glaubt, meine Lust würde langsam einschlafen täuschte sich. Sie wuchs immer weiter an. Es wurde zum Dilemma… Einerseits war es mir fast egal, wie und wo ich mit Erleichterung verschaffte, aber je überwältigender mein Trieb wurde, desto mehr Angst verspürte ich, es möglicher Weise zu übertreiben. Ich war gefangen muratpasa escort in meinem Wagen, getrieben von tausenden von Händen und Zungen, die meinen Körper anfassten, streichelten und leckten. Mein Hirn stand kurz vor der Extase und mein Körper kurz vor einem Sexinfarkt. Ich war eine gewaltige Gefahr für den Strassen- und gefährliche Gewalt für den Geschlechtsverkehr!

Vor mir lag eine kleinere Stadt, am Ortseingang eine Tankstelle. Ich nahm sie mehr aus dem Augenwinkel wahr, behinderten doch ständig ejakulierende Schwänze meine klare Sicht… Ich bog ein, hielt an der Zapfsäule und sah Phallusse überall. Das aufragende Preisschild, die Zapfhähne… Oh ja, zapfen… an einem stiefen Penis. In meinem Zustand wäre wahrscheinlich ein Blatt Papier irgendwie phallisch gewesen. Ich saß zitternd hinter meinem Lenkrad und spürte mein Herz schlagen und meinen Schweiß laufen – am heftigsten zwischen meinen Beinen.

So blieb ich ein paar Minuten sitzen und versuchte zur Besinnung zu kommen. Mir wurde klar, dass ich nicht mehr nur an Selbstbefriedigung dachte, sondern an ficken! Ich wollte ficken! Nein, ich wollte nicht ficken, nicht wie mit meinem Freund, wenn es mal kurz und heftig war, und ich auf ihm ritt. Ich wollte gefickt werden! Ich lachte auf, und wie ferngesteuert, stieg ich aus, steckte den Tankhahn in das Tankloch und Benzin füllte sich in mein Auto.

Alles zu diesem Zeitpunkt war Sex. Ich stand da und wartete mit weichen Knien. Als der Tank voll war, ging ich zur Kasse. Und hätte dort keine alte, dicke Frau gesessen, die mich kaum eines Blickes würdigte, sondern irgend ein Mann, hätte ich ihn angeschrien: “Ficken sie mich endlich! Ficken sie mich hart! Ficken sie mich hier!” Es war mir gleich, dass sie bei genauerem Hinsehen meine durchscheinende, nasse Vagina hätte sehen können, die unterhalb des Oberteils, bereit für eine Druckbetankung hervor schimmerte.

Ich taumelte zurück zu meinem Auto, machte kehrt und fuhr ein Stück zurück, hielt mitten an der Landstrasse, dort wo eine Schranke einen Waldweg abgrenzte, stieg aus und rannte den Weg entlang in den Wald.

Erst nach einigen hundert Metern, kam ich zu mir. Es war kein Mensch zu sehen. Aber das war mir jetzt auch egal! Ich riss meine Strumpfhose kaputt, zog sie ganz aus und trug nur noch den schwarzen Leopardeneinteiler. Der gab so grad meine blanke, nackte Muschi frei. Meine Schenkel waren feucht an den Innenseiten… und das war kein Schweiss… Es war mein Saft…

Mit entblöstem Schritt ging ich weiter und fuhr mit meiner Hand über meine Schaamlippen und reizte mein Piercing… Der Wald war schon zu Ende und ich Stand am Waldrand, an beiden Seiten Felder. Ich bog links ein und ging ein paar Meter zwischen Feld und Wald entlang bis zu einem kleine Stück Wiese. Dort sank ich auf meinen Po, spreitzte meine Beine und fing an wie verrückt meine Muschi zu reiben!

Sehnsüchtig krampfte mein Unterleib, meine Lust kroch in jede Pore meines Körpers. Die Stelle war eigentlich viel zu gut einsehbar vom Weg her. Doch ich konnte nicht mehr… Ich machte einfach weiter. Ich stöhnte und fingerte und rubbelte mich. Kein stoppen mehr – auch nicht, als über den Weg durch die Felder ein Radler näher kam.

Er hatte mich gesehen, aber das machte mich noch viel geiler. Breitbeinig saß ich da und liess mich gehen. Der Radler bleib stehen und sah ganz unverhohlen zu mir rüber. Déja vû! Bilder von meinem Jogger schossen an meinem innernen Auge vorbei… und ich kam wie irre und schrie fast zu ihm rüber: “Komm her! Fick mich!”

Oh mein Gott! Ich kam. Mein Schoss zuckte und obwohl ich immer noch auf der Welle meines serik escort Orgasmus ritt, wich meine Lust nicht einen Millimeter aus meinen Fasern. “Komm! Bitte!” Hatte ich das laut gesagt?

Er stand wie versteinert da. Ich kam verdammt gut… und war willigst mich jetzt von dem Kerl nehmen zu lassen! Und er kam etwas näher. “Trau Dich!” facht ich laut. Er war etwas jünger als ich, aber der Bann schien gebrochen und seine Neugier und vielleicht auch seine Lust obsiegten. Kaum stand er vor mir griff ich seinen Hosenbund, nahm seinen bereits erwachten Penis heraus und fing an ihn zu wichsen…

Er roch etwas nach Urin, aber das konnte mich auch nicht mehr stoppen. Schnell wurde er härter, richtete sich vollends auf und ich nahm Ihn in den Mund. Das ist eigentlich nicht so meine Lieblingssache, aber ich wollte diesen Schwanz, und mehr sah ich nicht mehr, diesen Schwanz, der hart und adrig meinen Mund ausfüllte, den meine Lippen umschlossen hielten und den meine Zunge gegen meinen Gaumen presste, wollte ich spüren und ich saugte und lutschte ihn bis er bereit war. Mein Hirn schaltete in den Auf- und Hingabemodus.

Er sollte so richtig geil sein und mich für eine verkommene, kleine Schlampe halten. Ich gab Ihm mein Handy und sagte “Mach Fotos!” Der Typ stammelte immer nur so was wie “Wie geil”, aber ehrlich gesagt war mir das völlig wurscht. Er fotografierte mich – mit seinem Schwanz in der Hand und in meinem Mund. Und meine nackte Muschi…

Jetzt war er reif! Ich stand auf, lehnte mich mit den Händen vorraus an den nächsten Baum und hielt ihm meinen Hintern hin. Er stand hinter mir, schob mir seinen Mast von hinten in meine unterfickte, überflutende Vagina und machte weiter Fotos. Ich spürte ihn, wie sich sein nackter Bolzen an meinen Scheidenwänden entlang rieb und tief in mich eindrang. Seine Stöße waren ungeübt, aber egal – ich wollte mich jetzt an ihm befriedigen.

Darum drehte ich mich um und sagte “Hinlegen!” – er gehorchte sofort – und setzte mich dann auf seinen steifen Schwanz. Bis zum Anschlag ließ ich ihn in mich rein gleigten. Ich beugte mich leicht vor um meinen Kitzler an ihm reiben zu können. Es war weniger ein auf und ab, als viel mehr ein vor und zurück, dass ich auf ihm vollführte. Hätte es noch länger gedauert, hätte ich ihm seinen Schwanz wahrscheinlich abgeritten, aber zum Glück kam es mir schnell zum zweiten Mal. Und immer noch knipste er mich.

Auf der Woge meiner Lust reitend, bewegte ich meine Muschi jetzt an seinem Steifen auf und ab. Ich lehnte mich zurück und stütze mich mit den Händen auf seine Beine. Meine Beine hatte ich weit auseinander gespreitzt, damit er die volle Sicht darauf hatte, wie er in mir steckte. Er verkrampfte sich unter mir ich wusste er würde gleich in mich kommen. Ich zog mir den Ausschnitt runter bis meine Brüste fast komplett entblösst waren. Mit einer Hand griff ich an meine Nippel und massierte sie, während ich mein Becken immer wieder langsam hob, um mit voller Kraft an seinem Schwanz herunter zu sausen und mich so von ihm aufspiezen ließ. Dann verzerrte er sein Gesicht und spirtzte! Ich erhob mich ein bisschen, so dass er aus mir hinaus glitt. Mit weiter auseinander klaffenden Beinen verharrte ich über ihm und er konnte sehen und fotografieren, wie sein Sperma aus meiner Spalte tropfte. Natürlich schoß er davon auch noch Fotos…

Dann nahm ich mein Handy an mich. Er wollte meinen Namen wissen, aber ich wollte weg. Die Leere nach einem solchen Rausch übermannte mich und ich musste aus der Situation fliehen. Und das tat ich auch so ähnlich: Ich machte mich quasi schnellst möglich vom Acker… Frisch abgefickt, ließ ich ihn liegen und rannte, die Schuhe in der Hand und im Schritt tropfend in Richtung meines Autos… Er folgte mir nicht und ich war froh…

Kaum war ich los gefahren, kam die Realität zurück. Ich hab grade einen Fremden ohne Kondom gefickt! Kurz und heftig! Ich hab mich dabei fotografieren lassen! Was zur Hölle war das? Oh mein Gott! Ich heulte. Mal wieder. Weil meine ganze innere Anspannung der letzten Tage gewichen war.

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