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Chapter 13 – Dance of Denial

Nothing could stop Emily and Mark’s conversation that night as they lay in each other’s arms, talking non-stop until the birds started cheeping and the bin lorries answered them with high-pitched bleeps as they reversed round tight corners.

“How can this make you happy though?” Emily asked, for at least the tenth time.

Mark answered patiently. “Em, I’m happy because you’re happy. Isn’t that enough? You have my full permission — no, scratch that — my full approval, to see Max again before he goes home. It’s the last time we’ll see him, and I loved it all. Really,” added Mark, as he saw Emily’s doubtful look.

“Tell me the truth Mark! Why aren’t you jealous? Don’t you care that I had sex with someone else?” asked Emily, almost tearful, somehow making the dubious choices she had made a problem that Mark had to deal with.

Mark’s even temperament served him well as he explained again.

“I care a lot, Em, but not in the way you think. It’s called compersion — the joy someone can experience when they see the people they love have good things. It’s just positive thoughts really — good karma, or something like that.”

Emily scoffed. She wasn’t sure she believed him, but she was glad he was being so nice about it all. She struggled to understand his reasoning — she was sure she would have already packed her bags if the shoe was on the other foot, and would be in floods of tears, downing glasses of wine with Mary. She imagined all the horrible things she would do if the situation were reversed — divorce, taking the house for herself, demanding half their savings (at least). And think of the reputational damage she could cause…

She cuddled up to him, shuddering at the awful thoughts in her head. The worrying thought that she wasn’t a very nice person played over in her mind, and she tried to conjure up some positive vibes to wash the badness away.

What was the best thing in her life? The answer to that was obvious — Mark.

She moved her hand over this chest, feeling his warm body beneath her fingers. She was certainly grateful that she’d married such an amazing, tolerant and wonderful man — she knew she really didn’t deserve him.

“Karma sounds good to me,” she said after a while of quiet contemplation on her good fortune to have found him. “So are you a Buddhist now?”

“You know Hindus believe in karma too, right?” Mark replied. “And interestingly,” he paused to waggle his eyebrows for maximum effect, “they have the Kama Sutra too.”

Emily laughed, and finally, as the sun came up behind the mist to start another London day, the pair fell silent and drifted off to sleep for the hour that remained before the alarm clock joined the birds and the lorries in a morning symphony of beeps.

*******

Emily lay still, enjoying the stillness of the early hour. She felt surprisingly good, considering she’d only had two hours of sleep. This morning was the day after last night, if that wasn’t too Back to the Future to understand. The bed beside her was empty, and she heard Mark clattering about in the kitchen.

Her mind wandered back to the crazy events of the previous evening. She’d always hated giving blowjobs, but now, well…

Maybe she’d rushed to judgment.

She remembered how Max had filled her mouth, the springy flesh of his head contrasting with the rigid staff behind it. It had been quite a thrill, now she came to think about it. She thought of how easy it had been to calm his temper — the way he had fallen under her spell so quickly flattered her skill. Then she thought how she had wanted to please him, and how much she’d enjoyed the feeling of his hand on her head. Maybe it was the power-play in the room she had liked; Mark watching her, her pacifying Max, and Max bewitched by her moves. In that instant, the power she had held over both men had been intoxicating.

Emily rolled onto her front, burrowing her head into the pillow to find a comfortable position. She couldn’t remember the last time she had masturbated. It must have been years ago – there was just no call for it in a healthy marriage. But this morning she felt different, and different felt good.

Beneath the covers, her hand slipped down her body to rest between her legs, her fingers pressing against the soft flesh.

That felt better.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she pushed herself down onto her hand. She could hear the kettle boiling downstairs as Mark made tea. She had about five minutes to herself…

Emily pushed into her fingers before beginning to move her hips, rocking her pelvis in time with the slow, deliberate rhythm of her hand. She knew her own body. Her touch was familiar and comforting in a way no man could match. She let ataköy escort the sensations wash over her.

What was it about going down on Max that had aroused her? Was it anything to do with him at all, or had she just lost herself in the moment, taking pleasure in pleasuring someone else? And if so, why had she ever stopped doing that for Mark? Didn’t he deserve so much more?

She ground her pelvis into the mattress as she dwelt on her memories, pressing her thighs together to trap her hand between them. Each rock of her body sent a shiver through her, the pleasure intensifying with each pass of her fingers. She closed her eyes.

Oh yes, that did feel good. Just there, that’s the spot.

She imagined what might have happened if Max hadn’t let her go when she’d wanted to stand, if he’d pulled her closer instead of letting her pull away. What would have happened if she’d continued to the very end — if he’d come in her mouth? What if he’d held her head tight, refusing to let her get away when he had spilled his load — would she have liked that too?

She worked her hips harder, the squeaking floorboards now adding their opinion. Her hand moved faster, the pressure more insistent as she sought that final release.

Just there, that’s it, just theerree.

And what if… what if he’d asked her to swallow? It was a disgusting thought, and yet…

A light dawned in Emily’s mind — maybe submission could be sexy. Had Mark had been right all along, with his funny desire to serve her?

Five more hard thrusts into the mattress followed before Emily felt it — the surge of pleasure that rippled through her. Her movements slowed as she rode the wave, her fingers now still but maintaining a firm pressure as her abdominal muscles jerked. She suddenly felt hot under the covers.

The kettle had finished boiling minutes ago, and footsteps were coming up the stairs. It would only be a few moments until Mark arrived with the teas; her lovely, dutiful, handsome man. Her guy.

“Morning, Em,” Mark called as he arrived in the room, a mug in each hand.

A small, contented smile played on her lips as she looked up to him with her big eyes, cheeks pink with heat and desire.

*******

Two days later, Mark leant against the kitchen counter, watching Emily as she poured a glass of wine. She’d been teasing and pawing at him for forty-eight hours solid, and her attention was driving him wild. The soft light of the evening played across her face, highlighting the excitement that lingered just beneath the surface.

“Two days to go,” Mark said, his voice low and steady, though he could feel the thrill building in his chest. Emily looked up at him, her lips curving into a knowing smile.

“I know,” she replied, setting the wine bottle down. She took a sip, savouring the moment. “Are you nervous?”

Mark shook his head. “Not nervous. Just… excited. It’s different this time, though. Knowing what to expect.”

Emily nodded, understanding exactly what he meant. Both knew what was coming, and that knowledge only made the anticipation more intense.

“How do you feel about it?” Mark asked, moving closer to her, his hand resting lightly on her waist. He could feel the warmth of her body through the thin fabric of her dress.

Emily nestled against him. “I’m excited too. I think about it every minute — about how it felt, how you watched, how we talked all for hours.” Her eyes met his, and Mark saw the spark of their shared memory.

Mark’s grip tightened slightly, and he kissed her forehead. “It was incredible,” he murmured. “Watching you, seeing how much you enjoyed it, then us being together afterwards… it made me feel closer to you. Like we were sharing something no one else could understand, not even Max.”

Emily nodded again, her gaze drifting past him. “I think about how we cuddled together the whole night,” she whispered, her voice almost reverent. “It was like nothing else mattered. Just us.”

Mark felt a surge of emotion at her words. He kissed her, slow and deep, tasting the wine on her lips and feeling the warmth of her body against his.

He pulled away after a moment, but Emily followed his face with hers, continuing the kiss even as he moved. When they finally separated, her eyes were bright, her smile full of promise.

“Want to play?” she asked.

She didn’t wait for Mark’s reply as she pulled him upstairs.

*******

Once they reached the bedroom, she turned to face him, her eyes alive with desire. Without a word, she began unbuttoning his shirt, her fingers brushing against his skin with each movement. Mark stood still, his breath catching in his throat as she undressed him slowly, deliberately. The sensation of her touch was almost avcılar escort too much, yet not nearly enough, and he could feel the familiar ache of wanting her.

When she had removed all his clothes, leaving him bare before her, Emily took a step back, her gaze roaming over his body. There was a gleam in her eyes, a mischievous smile playing at the corners of her lips. Mark knew that look–it was the look she wore when she was in control, when she was planning to push him to his limits.

“Lie down,” she said softly, her voice a mix of command and invitation. Mark did as she asked, his heart pounding as he stretched out on the bed. He watched as she reached into the bedside drawer and pulled out the familiar pink handcuffs that had unexpectedly become part of their routine.

She climbed onto the bed, straddling him as she leaned forward to secure his wrists to the headboard. Her hair fell in a curtain around her face, brushing against his chest as she worked, the warmth of her body close.

Once his wrists were bound, Emily sat back, admiring her man. Mark was completely at her mercy, his arms stretched above his head, his body exposed and vulnerable; her desire for him grew stronger.

She began to explore his body with her hands, her touch featherlight as she traced the contours of his muscles and his solid chest. She moved slowly, exploring every inch of him as if he was Adam and she was Eve, man and woman giving into temptation for the very first time. Mark closed his eyes, letting the sensations wash over him.

Emily leant down and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, just above his heart. Mark groaned, his body starting to ache with need. Emily loved to draw out his pleasure, and he knew this was all part of the game.

She shifted her position, moving lower down his body, her hands continuing their slow, torturous exploration. She massaged his thighs, her fingers kneading the tense muscles, but always staying just out of reach of where he wanted her most. The sensation was maddening, and Mark could feel himself growing harder, the need for her almost unbearable.

“Emily…” he breathed, his voice thick with desire, but she only smiled, placing a finger to his lips.

“Patience,” she murmured, her eyes sparkling with amusement. She knew exactly what she was doing, and she was enjoying every moment of it. Mark loved this side of her, the way she could take control and drive him wild with need and despair, yet still keep him wanting more.

She continued her teas-a-ture, massaging his muscles, sometimes playfully digging in her nails to elicit a gasp. All that mattered to Mark was her touch, her voice, and the exquisite torment of being married to this wonderful woman.

Finally, she stopped, her hands resting on his hips as she looked down at him. Mark opened his eyes, meeting her gaze. There was a moment of silence between them, a charged pause as they both revelled in the tension that had been building all night.

“You want more?” Emily asked, her voice soft, though he could hear the challenge in it. Mark nodded, unable to find his voice. He was completely at her mercy, and he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

Without breaking eye contact, Emily stood before reaching under her dress and slipping down her underwear. The handcuffs clinked slightly as Mark tugged against them to watch. Emily was in complete control, and he knew whatever she had in mind would only intensify the aching desire that coursed through his veins.

She stepped out of her knickers, letting them drop on the floor. To a casual observer, the only difference in her outward appearance was her flushed face, but both people who mattered knew what must come next.

Emily climbed onto the bed and knelt over him, her knees pressing into the mattress on either side of his hips. She spread her dress out over her lap, covering both herself and Mark in the light material so that all became hidden; modesty first.

The heat of her body hovered just above his throbbing erection, and Mark groaned, his hips instinctively rising toward her. She grinned at his desperation.

“Do you like watching me?” she asked, her voice a sultry whisper, as she began to rub herself gently against his shaft, her hidden lips kissing and caressing him. The touch was exquisite yet, in this position, maddeningly insufficient for Mark; while she could easily ensure her own satisfaction by controlling where she was touched, any benefit to him was simply a sideshow. Mark’s eyes locked on hers, his entire body taut with need. The sight of her moving over him, the feel of her body one his, sent a jolt of pure desire straight to his core.

“Yes,” he managed to breathe, his voice hoarse with longing. “God, yes.”

Emily beylikdüzü escort smiled, her eyes dark with intent. She moved her hips more deliberately now, grinding herself against him, her own breath growing uneven as the sensation began to affect her. Mark could see how much she was enjoying this, but she was still in control, still holding back from giving either of them what they truly wanted.

With a slow, deliberate motion, Emily pulled away from him and slipped a hand between them. Mark watched, mesmerized, as she slid her fingers beneath her dress, her gaze never leaving his. He could see the slight tremor in her hand as she began to touch herself, the way her mouth parted in a soft gasp as she found the right spot.

The sight of her pleasuring herself above him was almost too much to bear. Mark’s hands clenched into fists above his head, the cuffs biting into his wrists as he fought against the need to release himself and touch her, to feel her beneath his fingers. But he was helpless, completely at her mercy, and that helplessness only made him harder.

Emily continued to stroke herself, and she pressed down hard against his chest with her other hand, her weight alone bringing Mark to the brink of madness — it took every ounce of his self-control not to beg her to take him inside her.

But she was teasing herself as much as she was him. After a few seconds – with an enormous burst of self-control – Emily withdrew her hand from beneath her, leaving herself unsatisfied. Her fingers glistened with her arousal and she held them up between them, her eyes locking onto his with a knowing smile.

“Open your mouth,” she whispered. Mark obeyed without hesitation.

The taste of her flooded his senses as she slipped her fingers past his lips.

Emily watched silently, feeling his tongue swirl round her fingers, the sight of him so eager to taste her sending a fresh wave of arousal through her body. She pressed her fingers deeper into his mouth, letting him suck them clean, the intimacy of the act only heightening the electric tension between them.

When she finally pulled her fingers from his mouth, they were both breathing heavily, the air between them thick with unspoken need. Emily leaned down, her hair brushing against his ear as she whispered, “I want you so badly, Mark.”

Mark’s entire body strained toward her, desperate for the release she was keeping just out of reach. “Please, Emily,” he groaned, his voice raw with need. “Please.”

Her eyes met his, and for a moment, it seemed as if she might finally give in, and might finally take him inside her to let them both find the release they craved. But then, with a slow, deliberate shake of her head, she forced herself to stop. She drew in a deep breath, trying to calm the storm inside her, and pulled herself back from the brink.

“No,” she whispered.

She slid off him with agonising slowness, her legs trembling slightly as she stepped down from the bed. Mark watched her, his chest heaving, still handcuffed and helpless as she smoothed down her dress, her fingers shaking as she tried to compose herself.

Emily closed her eyes for a brief second, centring herself. She could still feel the electric charge in the room, their shared desire pulsing in both of them, but she knew this was the right choice. They had done this before — teasing each other to the very edge, only to step back, letting the tension build until it was almost unbearable. When they finally came together, it would be so much more intense, so much more satisfying.

Emily walked back to the side of the bed, her movements calm and controlled now, even though her heart was still racing. She leaned over him, brushing a soft kiss against his lips.

“You know it’s better this way,” she whispered against his mouth, her voice still husky with the remnants of her own desire. “We’ll enjoy it so much more if we wait.”

Mark closed his eyes, letting out a long, slow breath. “I know,” he murmured, though the tension in his body betrayed just how difficult it was for him to accept it. “You’re right.”

Emily smiled, feeling a warm surge of affection for him in that moment. She reached up to gently brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “I promise,” she said softly, “it’ll be worth it.” She couldn’t shake the thought of Adam and Eve enjoying paradise in the Garden of Eden.

Mark nodded, though he couldn’t quite hide the flicker of disappointment in his eyes.

Emily straightened up, smoothing her dress down one last time before she reached to unclip the handcuffs. With a soft click, the cuffs released, and Mark brought his arms down, rubbing his wrists as he sat up. He looked at her, his expression indecipherable.

“You’re incredible,” he said quietly.

Emily felt a flush rise in her cheeks, her heart swelling at his words. “So are you,” she replied, leaning in to press one last kiss to his lips. She paused to take a look at his still hard body, then turned and left the room, leaving Mark alone to dwell on his own thoughts and fantasies.

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It was a big room with intricate wallpaper and high ceilings. There were paintings hanging on the walls that depicted scenes from the renaissance. Plenty of plump women in the nude and fancy men with small penises. I suppose it was the trend in those days.

There were 4 servants standing next to both doors by the entrance to the kitchen. Two of the male servants were dressed as you might expect, wearing black pants, white shirts and a tie. The other 2 women were shocking to look at. Their arms were bound behind their backs in what looked like a long leather sleeve with laces, and they wore latex face masks to cover their mouths. They were covered in red latex from head to toe except for some black leather strapping. They also had a broad serving tray fixed to their waist and extending in front, supported by 2 thin wires under tension leading up to a tight collar that each lady wore around her neck. Each tray held 4 flutes of sparkling wine.

In the dining room there were only 6 place settings. Originally Tim and Lexi were going to be eating with us, but they’re now somewhere else in the depths of this gigantic estate. Each place setting had a name written in calligraphy. I saw the name Toilet written on the first card, and next to her was Tim the rest of us will be sipping champagne and eating hors d’oeuvres. Have a seat.”

Lina, Georgia, Jin and Layla stood off in the corner and were sipping on their champagne. Lina smiled at me and blew a kiss with a little wave. This was very fancy. I pulled out my chair but for some reason it got caught on the table cloth. I lifted the tale cloth and as I saw the reason, I heard others around the table utter words of concern. There was a 8″ dildo strapped to the base of the seat!

“Oh, and I forgot to mention. Your partners have picked your seats for you, so don’t look at me,” she smiled. “If you have any issues with that, just raise your hand.”

I was thinking about raising my hand, but everyone else seemed to be working out their own situation. I looked next to me at Lassie’s predicament and she had a butt plug in the shape of a teardrop that must have been 10″ long and maybe 5″ wide.

I looked over towards Chandy and she just had a normal seat, which I thought was unfair. Toilet had a special seat on account of the butt plug tail she wore. Her chair actually allowed her to kneel, which I thought was considerate. Tim and Lassie had an equivalent 10″ cock dangling in front.

Georgie then whispered something into Lassie’s ear and she quickly clenched and grunted herself down onto the butt plug. She was secure, but sweating. After she had a chance to get her bearings she said to me “well done honey!”

“I’m impressed! What did Georgie say to you?” I said.

“Oh, she told me that I was embarrassing myself, and that I’d better hurry or else I would pay dearly when I got home.”

Lina is much nicer to me, thank goodness! “Nice to meet you, I’m John.”

“You too! I’m Lassie. And I don’t want to shock you, but I’m trans,” she said.

“And I eat shit for dinner sometimes,” I said, trying to lighten the mood.

“Haha, so do I!” said Lassie. And with that exchange, a friendship was born.

“I’m glad you’re all seated. Now please open your menus. Our waiters will come by in a few minutes,” said Mistress Angela.

John was reading the menu.

Appetizers

Poo Croquettes

Chips and Dip

Entrees

Bangers, Mash and Mushy Peas

Adelia’s Spicy Curry with Rice

Vegetarian Paella

Steak Tartare (60 oz)

Dessert

Chocolate Mousse with Fresh Berries

I had to snap out of it. This was totally bizarre. I was about to order a dinner where every course on the menu was made from shit. I turned to look at Lina for reassurance but she was having a conversation with Georgie and didn’t notice.

I thought about it and decided on the chips and dip, the steak tartare and the only dessert on the menu.

It looked like everyone else had made a selection too as menus were put down and closed. Chandy and Toilet were making small talk. I could overhear and it sounded like Chandy has been living at the bayrampaşa escort Abbey for over a year now. I think I heard her say something about being a ‘toilet-on-call’. I’ll have to ask her about that.

Then a waiter came by to take our order and I was asked if I would like a glass of fresh champagne. We all said yes.

A woman dressed in a short skirt came over with a quick pace. One by one she took a glass from each place setting, lifted her skirt and pissed in a champagne flute. She managed to fill all 4 and then she looked quite relieved. The 4 of us all clinked glasses at the table, and our partners standing behind did as well. We sipped our drinks and they were really delicious! This piss tasted much sweeter and more complex than what I’ve had before. Maybe I’m becoming a connoisseur!

After a few minutes I got to chatting to Chandy. She said she met Mistress Angela at a gay bar near her college. She was invited back to the Abbey after a few days of play, she decided on a new career path. She went back to the city, dropped out of college, packed her belongings and decided to take a full time role as the house toilet. Before I had a chance to ask, she said “yes, it’s exactly as it sounds!”

“Has anyone explained how the Abbey operates?” Chandy asked.

“Not really. I gather that this place focuses on toilet slavery, but apart from that I’m not quite sure.”

“Oh, toilet slavery is just one of Mistress Angela’s areas of interest. She founded the Abbey 7 years ago with the vision to create a retreat for dominant women to come and hone their skills through dedicated practice. Toilet slavery is quickly becoming the main focus of the Abbey, but we practice pony play, ass worship, extended bondage, BDSM, pain and torture, if you can think of it, it’s probably available at the Abbey. The important thing to always remember at the Abbey, however, is that everything is consensual. We have universal safe word. Has anyone told what it is?”

“No, not yet.”

“I guess that means you haven’t had a chance to play yet! Our safe word is quite simple. It’s ‘Arrêt’, which is French for ‘Stop’. It’s important to remember in case you need it. But just remember, use it once and you’ll be asked to leave the premises within an hour.”

“Interesting. Has anyone ever used it before?” I asked.

“Oh sure, a few times. But they almost always beg to stay afterwards. I almost used it in my first week here.” Chandy said.

“What happened?” I asked, very interested at this point.

“It was during a week where we were hosting a group of Trans women. I was encouraged to consume more than I ever had before, and these ladies did not have any respect for their diets! My insides were burning and I nearly fainted. Mistress Angela saw that I could no longer function so she saved me. She told the ladies I was ‘clogged’ and in need of some rest. She told me to head up to her chambers and that I could regain my strength over the next few days by serving as her personal toilet. You may see it while you’re here. Her bathroom is amazing! I won’t ruin it for you. Anyway, I didn’t use the safe word thank goodness, and I’m still here!”

Just then our appetizers started to arrive. Chandy said “well John, you’re going to love this. Hopefully I get to feed from you before you leave! I especially like the idea of eating poo that has been twice digested!” She smiled and took a bite of her poo croquettes.

My chips and dip arrived. The smell was overpowering, but not disgusting. I was getting used to it. I picked up a chip and took a scoop of poo and crunched. It was heavy on the bitterness, but had a woody after taste. I think whoever served this dish must have had a lot of bran and whole grains.

Lassie and Toilet were enjoying themselves. They both ordered the croquettes and finished theirs quickly. It looks like Chandy had ordered something off the menu. She was served what looked like a creamy chocolate milkshake, and it was thin enough to drink through a straw.

Next it was time for the main course. The doors to the kitchen opened and in walked 4 beautiful ladies, çapa escort each completely naked and carrying a dish.

First up was a short and stout lady. She approached Toilet and said “just to confirm, will the lady be having bangers, mash and mushy peas?”

“Yes please!” she explained, clearly quite excited.

The naked lady placed the plate on the table and stepped up. She straddled the plate with her back towards Toilet and started pushing out a perfectly formed knobby log. She pinched to cut it off and then continued with the second. They dropped onto the plate and looked like 2, thick sausages. Next came in a much smaller lady holding her stomach. She got on the table quickly and started pushing. She dribbled out some runny, green-looking shit next to the sausages. Finally one of the bound servers walked by with her serving tray. On it was a dish with mashed potatoes. The first lady that produced the turds provided 2 scoops to complete the dish. Then she said “2 English style sausages made from grass fed beef, accompanied with gastric slow-cooked mushy peas and a side of mashed potatoes. Please enjoy.”

“The second approached Lassie and said “Miss, will you be having the vegetarian paella?”

“Yes darlin’. That’s right,” she said in a delightful southern accent.

She stepped up onto the table and eased out a butt plug. She set it on the table and began to push out a mixture that looked exactly like a paella! She said “Here at the Abbey we have a different take on paella. First we par-boiled the rice and blanched the vegetables. We then infused my bowels with the chopped vegetables and inserted a large butt plug to cook for 24 hours. This was last night. Now the paella should be perfectly cooked. I hope you enjoy it!”

She stepped down. “Shall I leave the plug on the table for you and your guests?”

What a question. What are we supposed to do with that?

“Yes please!” Toilet picked up the butt plus and began to clean it with her tongue.

“Would you like some more champagne?” asked the lady.

“Yes, definitely!” said Toilet.

The lady grabbed the glass and quickly filled it.

Then it was Chandy’s turn. The third lady said “Chandy, always with the curry! Haha!”

Chandy smiled. “I love it spicy, you know that Adelia!”

Adelia got up on the table and picked up the bowl that was sitting on Chandy’s plate. She picked up what looked like a plastic cylindrical splash guard. She expertly positioned it to avoid any splatter and she opened her bowels. Chunks of shit burst out into the bowl with diarrhea. Sometimes it’s true that it looks the same coming out as it did going in.

“Today’s curry was inspired by the flavors of India and Pakistan. My diet included lentils, nightshades, eggplant, heavy cream and several chutneys.”

“Ooh, yum!” said Chandy!

A latex server girl came by with a bowl of rice. Chandy served herself a small amount and thanked the girl.

Adelia got off the table. She was about to leave when Chandy grabbed her hand. “Let me clean you up darling.”

Adelia blushed and then bent over by pushing her bum out towards Chandy’s face. Chandy grabbed her ass cheeks and spread them apart to reveal a quite messy crack. Chandy ran her tongue up and down trying to pick up every trace of shit curry.

“Thank you dear,” said Chandy, wiping her mouth with her napkin.

Adelia then filled Chandy’s glass and left the room.

Finally it was my turn and the last lady approached me. She was the tallest and most athletic of the group. She said “I presume you’re having the steak tartare monsieur?”

“Yes, that’s right,” I said.

“I’m so glad,” she said as she placed her hand on my arm and smiled. “I’m about to shit myself!”

She stepped up on the table, facing me. She positioned herself over the plate and grabbed my shoulder for balance. “I hope you don’t mind sir? I’ve been preparing your meal for almost a week now.”

“Of course.” I said nervously.

She tried to pull her ass cheeks apart with her other free hand and out came my dinner. It had a similar consistency to the paella, but a bit fındıkzade escort firmer. It held its shape as it coiled around the plate in perfect circles. I once saw someone eat a 48 oz steak, so I can only imagine what a 60 oz shit looks like!

The lady kept pushing and as it was nearing the end the consistency was looking softer. Finally she was done, and she started to relax. Her chest was heaving and she glistened with perspiration.

“There we are sir, a 60 oz steak tartare. In keeping with the theme for this dish, my diet this week was French cuisine. I do hope you enjoy it!”

My face must have looked like I was shocked. Lina came over and said “John, please thank the lady for her incredible effort and this well presented meal you’re about to eat!”

“Oh, yes. Thank you! My compliments to the chef. Err… I guess that’s you! It looks very nice!”

Mistress Angela moved back to the front of the table. “Thank you ladies. And to my dinner guests, please enjoy. If you would like a refill of your champagne, our servers will be coming by as you need. We offer bottomless drinks at this dinner so don’t be shy.”

Everyone seated had a quick glance at each other and tentatively started eating. The feeling of shame and humiliation was intense but it was strangely enjoyable to be sharing it with others. The idea that I should sit here voluntarily consuming human excrement with a massive dildo up my ass scrambled my brain, but for some reason I was more turned on than ever before. My cock was aching.

I took a mouthful and my tastebuds came to life. It was gritty, complex and pungent. Everyone was eating but I got the sense that I was the focus of attention. They called it steak tartare, but it’s hard to disguise a massive pile of shit. In any case I made a big effort to keep up with the others. Chandy was eating her spicy curry, Toilet was slicing up her sausage and dipping morsels into har mash and mushy peas, and Lassie was forcing herself to eat her vegetarian paella. Of all the dinner guests I was most concerned with Lassie – she looked like she was about to cry, but she didn’t stop.

I was about half way done when Lina came over. She whispered in my ear: “you’ve done so well, but no one has ever finished the 60 oz before.” I got the feeling she was challenging me.

“I’ll just have a bit more,” I said, looking to please

The others all finished up a few minutes later, and I was still going. I didn’t want to quit. I kept shoveling the shit into my mouth and swallowing, almost without thinking. One of the girls would walk by every few minutes to fill up my glass. I had a few mouthfuls to go and everyone stopped talking and focused on my plate.

Mistress Angela said “John, you really don’t need to finish, but this is a valiant effort!”

I continued as if I had something to prove, although much slower than I started.

Mistress Angela said “if you manage to finish this, I’ll make sure to save you a seat at this table every year we host this dinner. This is remarkable!”

My stomach was distended and I was starting to sweat, but my determination has never been greater. I scooped up the last mouthful and swallowed. I had finished, and I was reveling at the depths of disgust that I’d reached. At that moment I wondered what my friends would think.

I took the last mouthful and everyone clapped. Lina approached and said “well done baby, I knew you had it in you!”

Mistress Angela said “John, you are a natural. I don’t suppose you have room for dessert?”

I really didn’t, but I didn’t want to disappoint. “I may need a few minutes but I could probably have a small one.”

“Right. Well let’s head out into the gardens and have dessert as we catch the last light of the day,” said Mistress Angela.

Everyone got up to leave the room, and I tried to as well, but didn’t get far as I still had a huge dildo buried in my ass. I looked at Lassie and she smiled at me. She had managed to stand but the chair came with her! Everyone laughed at this. It was amazing to me that she could be embarrassed at this fact considering the meal we just had, but I guess everyone was laughing at her expense, and it was pretty funny to be fair.

Chandy came over and said “easy does it. I can help you up,” and she grabbed my arm and I slowly pushed myself up off my chair with her help. It slid out faster towards the end and wobbled in the air after I was standing.

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Rita hadn’t sounded the bell in the barn to let him know their breakfast was ready but he figured with everything else going on this morning she had just gotten busy and forgot. As he walked towards the house he hoped the short walk would let his passion subside a bit. He knew Rita had been through a lot and he didn’t want to press his need for her too much this first day by waltzing inside with a raging hard-on screaming he wanted to fuck her so soon! Better to take it slow and let her adjust to everything at her own pace.

He got to the farm house and entered the back door that led to the kitchen but didn’t smell anything cooking or hear any of the usual sounds that accompanied Rita’s breakfast routines. That was odd, but maybe she had taken a longer shower and gotten distracted. He rounded the corner to find her standing bent over the farm house sink, her robe untied and pushed down her arms, her breasts hanging and Rita’s hands squeezing and massaging them insistently, all the while tears ran down her cheeks in constant rivulets. When he saw her his heart broke at the state she was in. She turned towards him with a gasp as she heard him arrive. Sniffing wetly she stood cradling her breasts in her hands.

“Hiram!” she wailed as she walked towards him. “I thought you did enough. It felt ok for a little while, but then I got into the shower and the hot water starting hitting them and they started leaking, and that hurt, but it was managable, but then the stream slowed down, then stopped, and now I can’t get a drop out of them and it’s sheer agony Hiram! It’s unbearable!”

Hiram’s mind raced. Obviously, he didn’t have the oral strength to suck out the milk himself, or at least not enough to give her true relief, and although his mind went naturally to the milking machines in the barn, they were just too powerful. It was ridiculous! He had all this dairy equipment at his disposal and it was no good to him at the very moment he needed it the most! As he stood there watching Rita sob in obvious discomfort his mind grabbed onto the one thing that he had that might do the job!

Several years earlier he had bought a few goats to try and experiment with milking them. The price of goat milk had been rising and Hiram had invested in a few goats and some milking equipment that was smaller and less powerful models of their larger cow counterparts. The venture had never turned the profit he had hoped for and eventually he had sold the goats and most of the equipment, but he had kept one milking machine in the storage room of the barn in case he ever wanted to try his hand again. If he was right and could convince Rita to give it a try, she would be one very happy (and empty) milk maid.

Turning to Rita he kissed her salty teared mouth and said, “Do you trust me?”

“What? What do you mean? What do you want to do? Of course I trust you Hiram.”

“Good, then come with me. Don’t bother even tying up your robe. Just follow me.” and he grabbed her hand and led her back outside and across the backyard towards the barn, her robe flapping behind her as she strolled naked across the field. Her huge tits swung comically on her frame as she moved and he couldn’t help glancing at this fertile goddess and hope this all worked or he would have to resort to taking her to a regular hospital and he wasn’t prepared to explain this to a doctor.

As they got to the barn Hiram unlocked the doors and guided her to one of the smaller stalls he had built for the goats. He had kept them clean and tidy, using them mainly for storing hay bales in the winter. Now, he arranged some of the hay bales, threw a few blankets over them, and directed Rita to sit on them while he ran to get the goat milking machine.

“Don’t worry Rita! I think I’ve got just the solution to all of this.” he called over his shoulder as he opened the storage room and started rummaging around locating the machine and all the other equipment he’d need.

Ten minutes later he had set up the machine with the required hoses and fittings in the small goat stall where Rita sat panting and moaning in discomfort. She leaned back against the hay bales, her robe fully opened, naked and splay legged towards the stall opening.

“What would someone think if they walked in here right now?!” Hiram thought as he stopped and took in the scene before him.

He knelt between Rita’s legs with a bucket of disinfectant and a container of lubricant in his hands.

“Rita, can you hear me, honey?” She nodded wordlessly and Hiram plowed forward with the explanation.

“I’m going to clean and disinfect your breasts and nipples and then I’m going to coat them in this cream that should help us get you ready to be…well I don’t think there’s any other way to say it Rita — milked. Do you understand?”

Rita nodded again but this time she was looking at Hiram with a different gaze. It was a look in the eyes that Hiram had seen that morning as she rode him to orgasm. A hungry look. A look bahçeşehir escort of desire behind her eyes that surprised Hiram, but excited him as well.

“Do it Hiram. Do what needs to be done. I’m yours Hiram. You know how to handle things like this and I trust you. Do what you do to your cows. I’m your cow now, Hiram. Milk me like one of them and don’t stop until I’m empty.” and with those words she stood up and dropped her robe completely onto the ground before sitting once again on the edge of the hay bale in front of Hiram.

He took the rag from the bucket and gently washed the soapy liquid across her chest, paying special attention to her nipples and aereolas. It ran down her chest and across her naked thighs and down further between her exposed pussy. It flowed down making a puddle at her feet and Hiram thought of animals pissing in their stalls and how primal and animalistic this all was. The mixing of smells in the barn was intoxicating. He could smell it all in his nose, the straw and the wood, and the cows in their stalls. Everything mingled and yes, oh yes, let’s not forget the unmistakeable smell of Rita herself. Hiram could smell her sweet smells of sweat, her shampoo, and her desire, the very smell of her pussy wafting to add to the scent. He felt his cock begin to stir and stiffen in his overalls. She was like a bitch in heat, a horny heifer, a slutty sow in a barn stall about to be hooked up to a machine like a common farm animal and sucked dry of her milk. There was even a part of her that Hiram could see wanted it to happen, was even growing impatient for it to start! She was starting to shift on the hay bale, bringing her legs together and rubbing them against one another, trying to rub her thighs against her pussy, working her clit as much as she could without putting her hands between her legs. Hiram got the container of lubricant and took a large glob of the stuff in his palm and slathered it across the same areas as before. He worked it into and around her nipples and squeezed and massaged them to erection between his finger tips. Rita moaned and arched her back and threw her head to the side as he tweaked her nipples. Once he was ready to apply the steel suction tubes to her teats…and his farmer’s brain was now thinking of them in THOSE terms…her distended teats standing proudly away from her engorged udders…he paused.

If he truly wanted this to work and for Rita to get the proper relief she needed she would have to change position. Seated, almost laying on the hay bales would not work for this milking machine to “latch” properly to her udders. She’d have to be as close to a goat’s position as possible and that would mean getting her on all fours. He gently grasped her forearms and lightly guided her to the floor onto her hands and knees. She didn’t say a word when he moved her and when he lifted her knees one at a time to put a blanket under them for cushioning she moved obediently to whatever angle and position he needed her in. When he thought she was in the right place he reached under her and lifted one of her massive udders in his hand. It was so full and heavy with milk it was almost dragging against the barn floor. It was warm and tight, reminding him of the cow’s he had caressed not so long ago just a few stalls away. He flicked the switch on the milking machine and it hummed to life. A steady chugging hiss and release sounded into the small stall and Rita jumped a bit.

“Are you sure you’re ready my dear?” Hiram raised his voice a little to be heard over the steady thrum of the suction already coursing through the steel tubes. Rita turned and gave him a pained smile.

“Yes, I’m ready for this. I want it Hiram.” and again she repeated, “I’m your cow, Hiram. Your little heifer to do with as you like.” and she smiled again, only this time it was a bit sweeter and more genuine.

Hiram lifted Rita’s breast again, turning the nipple out to the side to accept the end of the first tube. He moved the two ends towards each other and at the last 1/2 inch the suction brought the two together and Rita let out a loud and long, “OOOOOOOOH!”

The connection made, Hiram quickly went around to the other side of Rita and repeated the process on her other heaving breast. Like the first time, when contact was made she belted out another moan of ecstasy and pain and this time her bellow made the cows begin to answer with their own chorus of moos! The entire barn was alive with sound as Hiram stood over his beautiful wife as she was rhythmically sucked and drained one drop at a time.

He watched as the tubes slowly tugged at her udders, pulling and sucking at her teats with more pressure than he could have ever mustered on his own. The clear tubes started slowly showing thin white trails of her milk traveling ever onward towards the glass container at the entrance of the stall. Hiram moved to stand next to it and watch it fill with her precious milk. Also, as an added esenyurt escort bonus, from this position he could see every inch of Rita’s magnificent ass– “rump” his brain corrected him. Her hairy pussy was also on display, gaped invitingly from the day’s earlier activities. Hiram’s thoughts started to spin as he took in that aspect of Rita’s sex.

“She’s always kept her bush and pussy wild and natural, but on a cow its hair is shorter and far more exposed. We’ll have to see what we can do to smooth things out to make clean up easier.”

A steady stream of wetness trickled down her thighs and each time the machine sucked and tugged on her teats her hips would thrust forward involuntarily as though searching for an invisible cock to ride. With her rump gyrating, a glistening stream of cum dripped every so often from the center of her pussy and started a pool on the floor. Hiram again wondered what someone would think if they walked in to find his conservative wife on all fours, naked as the day she was born, head down, rump and drenched pussy pointed towards them, humping the air as her udders were milked like a common dairy cow! Shocked would be putting it mildly!

“But what do I think of it?” Hiram chuckled to himself as he reached to his overall straps and unclipped them from his broad shoulders.

Letting them fall to his ankles he stepped out of them keeping his work boots on. Standing with his hands on his hips, he looked down to see his thick cock pointed hard and straight at his new prized heifer! He grinned as he turned and went to find a milking stool. When he located it at the other end of the barn he brought it back to Rita’s stall and walked around to her head. Carefully placing it in front of her, he could see that she was lost in the pleasure and the relief that the milking machine was giving her. He eased himself down and sat on the milking stool with his legs spread to either side of her head. From the lowered position of the stool his throbbing prick was almost at the same level as Rita’s mouth. When she looked up through half-lidded eyes she smiled at the towering dong mere inches from her face.

“Mmmmm. What did you bring me Hiram? Did the farmer decide he wanted his heifer to suck the bull before he tries to breed her?”

Hiram grinned and slowly nodded while scooting forward and feeding his cock slowly between her lips. She sucked him sensually for several minutes, feeling Hiram swell and throb against her tongue like the swell and throb of her breasts, sending lightning bolts of pleasure to her cunt every time the machine sucked her nipples into its steel “mouth”. It sucked SO much harder than anything she’d ever experienced before. Even when she was breastfeeding their children and had to use a breast pump! This was on a whole new level. She imagined when Hiram turned the milking machine off her nipples would be six inches long and her breasts would hang like deflated balloons! It was so efficient and powerful!

Before too long she could feel Hiram’s hips start to thrust to meet her rythmic sucking as he fucked her mouth. She wanted to taste his spunk so badly. She wanted to leave him panting and satisfied like she felt. She had given over to whatever this was that was happening and she was content to kneel here in a stall of the barn and be milked dry. She didn’t feel like an animal in her mind, but her dripping pussy was like an insistent animal between her legs that needed attention. Needed to be filled. Needed to feel his balls empty themselves into her like her breasts were being emptied by this machine! Before it was too late and he pumped his load into her mouth she let him fall from her lips and looked up at him again.

“Ooh farmer Hiram, what a big bull cock you have!”

“The better to fuck you with my dear” Hiram finished.

“You want to breed me, don’t you?”

“You have no idea.” Hiram sighed.

“Well, from the position I’m in you’re hung for the job of bull fucking any heifer on this farm, honey. So, why don’t you take a walk around back and see if you can knock me up with your hot jizz?” she said with a wickedly seductive wink and a nod of her head towards her waiting entrance.

Hiram didn’t waste any time and stood up hurredly, almost knocking the stool over and strode behind Rita. He rubbed his hands across her rump several times, feeling her full, smooth cheeks as he squeezed them. Then, he let his fingers wander down her ass crack, grazing her pink rosebud with his fingertips. From the position on her hands and knees her back was arched and her rump was thrust out, her cheeks spread enough that her asshole was opened and relaxed. He watched, fascinated by the way it clenched shut and relaxed over and over again as the waves of her pleasure washed over her. He wet his fingers with her pussy juices before rubbing the edges of her anus in circles with two fingers, teasing her and toying with her most private area. This was not something halkalı escort that he and Rita had ever explored in their love making. Sure, the subject had come up, and he’d seen her asshole when they had doggy style sex or the extremely rare occassions they had 69’d. However, trying anal sex had been off the table due to Rita’s fear of pain and conservative views about that subject.

“No, only prostitutes have anal sex. There’s a reason they get paid to do that and it must be because it’s so awful and painful so let’s not go there.” she had said on the one occassion early in their marriage that Hiram had broached the subject.

Now, he was lubing her asshole with her own cunt cream and she wasn’t saying a word. In fact in her current state he wondered if she would complain about anything he tried to do? To test this theory he pressed a finger into her anus to the first knuckle and she sighed out a breathy, “Ooh.” He pressed a second finger into her backdoor along side the first, this time all the way up to the second knuckle and he felt her muscles clench around them with an audible gasp and a groan. “Arrhhhhhh.” A bigger reaction, but still no sign of a reproach or request for him to stop. Pressing his luck, he grasped her ass cheek with one hand, spreading it as wide as he could, and squeezed a third finger into her tight sphincter. This time she did more than gasp or groan. She practically growled out, “Faaaahuuuuuuck!” and pressed back against his fingers. Hiram took this as an excellent sign and thrusted his fingers in and out of her tunnel slowly but firmly for the next few minutes, letting her get used to the feeling of being probed so fully.

He wanted to hear her give him permission for what came next.

“Are you my wife, Rita?”

“…no Hiram….aaaah fuck…I’m not your wife.”

“What are you Rita?”

“I’m your…yessss…I’m your…Hiram…it feels like you’re using your whole arm! Shit!…I’m your cow…”

“You are Rita?”, teased Hiram as he gave her rump a gentle slap, and she jumped at the unexpected spanking.

“Are you loving all this attention as the machine milks your udders and turns you into my horny little heifer?” (smack!)

“Oh FUCK! Yes Hiram! Don’t stop! Whatever you’re doing please…PLEASE…don’t stop!”

“Would you do anything for me?” (smack!)

“Yes Hiram…(smack)

OH! Yes Hiram, whatever you want I’m…(smack) OH!…your…horny…heifer–YOURS! (smack) OH!” (SMACK!)

Hiram delivered one final swat to her bare ass a little harder than the rest and pulled his fingers from her quivering and well stretched rectum. He could see that she was clenching her muscles and trying to close her exposed rear, but try as she might her ass ring had given up its tightness and relaxed, gaping invitingly.

He picked up the stool again and placed it between her knees, pushing her feet apart for better access and squatted to situate himself on the seat. The setup had worked perfectly around front so why not try it again around back? His prick stood at attention as he maneuvered himself as close to Rita as he could. In a minute he’d have her get to work, but for now he wanted to make sure she had a relatively good time!

He reached forward and inserted three fingers into her sopping wet pussy. It was like reaching into a honeypot as he scooped out as much of her pussy juices mixed with his cum as he could. His fingers came out covered in dripping cream and he grasped his cock and slathered it from head to balls. He wiped his fingers down the crack of her ass, paying special attention to the edges of her gaping and already moist anal canal. He even forced another two fingers back inside and gave it an added layer of protection for the task she had in front of her…and it was RIGHT in front of her as Hiram leaned back and positioned the head of his meaty sword at her back door. He let it kiss the precum oozing slit of his manhood and she flinched.

“Rita? Do you feel that?” he asked with a smile in his voice.

“Yes, Hiram.”

“What is it, Rita?”

“Your cock, Hiram.” she said as she gently shifted her hips, letting its head rub against her open tunnel in circular teases.

“Where is it going to fuck you, Rita?”

“…”

“Say it, Rita. Please.”

“My ass.”

“Where, Rita? Say it louder.”

“MY ASS.”

“Yes! Good, Rita! Now, it’s all yours. Take your time, but do it for me honey. Show me you can take it.”

She hesitated and he gently placed his hands on her hips, nudging her back into his lap. Encouraging her to relax and let her inhibitions go that final step. To allow herself to ride his cock, in her words, like a whore, with her ass. To back herself onto his rigid invader and know that she had made the choice to embrace this level of passion.

After a few moments of hesitant movements, Rita gained the courage she needed and gingerly thrusted her hips back enough to feel the head of Hiram’s cock slip past her rectum and slide smoothly up her asshole. Her entrance burned as it stretched further and made her gasp, but she knew, and felt, that she hadn’t taken his full length.

“Oh my Lord!” she thought. “I’m doing it! I’m fucking his cock! It feels different than his fingers, bigger somehow, but it hurts less.”

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John was really very stern and strict with his employees and subordinates, Being the chief operating officer of the company

Emilia reclined in her expensive leather chair behind her desk as she had hacked her CEO’s computer and download every sensitive information about him including his browser history.

She was a young girl, hot, smart and sexy. she dint like him much for his attitude but she had a crush on him.

If he wasn’t her boss, Emilia would have slapped him left and right. After waiting for months to plot her revenge against him.

She one day enters his cabin unannounced and throws some papers right across his desk!

He opened her mouth to ask him what the fuck she thought she was doing, but she held up an authoritative hand. The audacity of the act shocked him into silence.

Emilia : “Nice to see you, Mr : CEO”

John : How dare you?? Is this how you treat a Chief officer?

As you can see,” she gestured to the papers spread out on in front of him, and she involuntarily took a step closer to examine them. “I’ve found interesting information about you.”

John : What are these?

Emilia: Your transactions, tax files.. every sensitive file you dont want anyone to know about…. well that includes your browsing history aswell.

John : What the… You stole all these?

Emilia: That doesn’t matter. You see i could’ve handed these over to the cops. Had you handcuffed and dragged out of your cabin as everyone watched. i din’t do that did i?

John : Are you blackmailing me?

Emilia : Im not john. Do you know whats the first thing they’ll do to you in jail?

*John gulps nervously as Emilia has him exactly where she wants*

Emilia : They’ll have you stripped out of your suit and treat you like a criminal. You’ll be Sitting handcuffed in a chair wearing only your underwear interrogated by women in uniform. Must be extremely degrading for a CEO Would’nt it?

John : You can’t talk to me like this!

*John tries to act defiant but his eyes express anxiety*

Emilia: Well.. I guess your browsing history will be forwarded to your all employees haha. Let them know what a pathetic loser their CEO is. You’re into some wild shit arent you?

John : Thats none of your business!

Emilia : So whats it going to be? obeying me or being humiliated infront of your whole office? handcuffed and dragged by cops? taken to jail and stripped off your beloved suit? Your call john!

John : No no please… I’ll do anything you want!

Emilia : Haha, Ofcourse you will now.

She got up from her chair and walked towards him and grabbed his tie…

Emilia : You see.. I’m a girl of very specific interests.. And i feel you’re the right person to you know.. satisfy them…

John : Please.. I’ll do whatever you want.

Emilia : Yes you will, You must be loving your business suits, bossing everyone around… being so cocky and acting like you’re above everyone..

She says as she tightens his tie up..

Emilia : I’m gonna teach you a lesson that’s for sure.. for now, Go grab me a cup of coffee!

John : WHAT?

Emilia : Dint you hear me? Go now! Leave before i change my mind.

John silently puts his head down and slowly topkapi escort leaves the cabin in humilation… he weirdly gets turned on by this and continues to walk to the coffee maker and makes her a cup of coffee.

As everyone wonders what the hell the CEO of the company is doing in the pantry!

He walks past his employees and subordinates as everyone whispers and he hears some girls giggle.

He walks inside emilia’s cabin and places it on her desk.

Emilia has slight smile on her face and looks at him top to bottom… as she picks up her cup.

Emilia : So this must be new for you… bringing coffees to an intern. How do you like it Mr : CEO?

John just looks down in embarrassment.

Emilia : See you’re a nice CEO, infact a great CEO but as a man.. well you’re arrogant and very male chavunistic. You deserve to be broken down and trained.. that too by a girl….

imagine being broken down by hot, sexy, dominating intern….

John : Please let me go.. lets get over this and move now.

I’ll make you a permanent employee if you want..

Emilia : Hahahaha you making me a permanent employee?? i can make you do whatever i want.

She turns her laptop towards him..

“CEO’s search history… looks like he’s into some kinky stuff” Send to William and 3567 others.

Emilia : I hit one button and your position is ruined.. i don’t want that, I’m sure you don’t want that do you? Can you walk in with the same confidence wearing your business suit knowing that everyone knows you’re into being humiliated and and worshipping

women’s feet.

Emilia laughs

John : No please don’t do it.. Please..

Emilia : Stop begging.. Let me decide what to do with this and I’ll get back to you.

John : Okay.. Please don’t do anything….

Emilia : Shhh… I said no begging! i love hearing you beg but that’s not gonna change my mind.

Save it let me go through everything you’re interested in.

John : Please just don’t… ill do anything you ask me

Emilia : Anything you say! You know ive always wondered looking at you. What’s underneath your CEO clothes? Unclip your belt…

John : My belt?

Emilia: Yes your belt. Remove it and take off your pants.

John puts his head down in utter humilation. He has no choice but to obey her orders and starts to unbuckle his belt and undo his pants..

Emilia: Drop em down.

John slips down his pants. Standing infront of her in his shirt, tie and trunks

Emilia : Hands behind you back!

John could believe he’s being treated like this despite of being a CEO. he places his hands behind his back exposing his hard on to Emilia.

John : Quite a big guy… You’re hard! Does the CEO love being humiliated?

John looks down silent

Emilia : Pull up your pants! You may get back to work Mr : CEO. We will meet again tomorrow!

Emilia exits his cabin as her heels click on her way out.

He has no idea what to do about this, A mere intern blackmailing him and has him under her total control.

He sits down comfortably in his executive chair and feels his hard on.. He looks down to see that he has a big bulge and a throbbing boner beneath merter escort his pants. He has enjoyed the humilation and was so badly turned on by everything but was also very scared and anxious at the same time.

He doesn’t leave his cabin the whole day, whereas Emilia goes through his whole file and learns more about John’s fetishes and fantasies.

She decides to prepare herself to give john what he really craves, as she bites her nails looking at her laptop screen.

The next morning john gets ready for work, tightening his tie of his regular business suit.

he gets back into the back seat of his Lexus as he receives a text from Emilia

He anxiously opens her inbox, only to see a picture of her gorgeous feet…

He immediately gets hard as he realises she is starting to dominate him.

He keeps his phone aside not knowing what to do next.. he receives a text 10 minutes later..

“It’s really rude of you to not reply, Well guess I’ll teach you some manners today”

he gulps reading her text.

he reaches his office and gets down to his regular work.

When his assistant approaches him.

“Sir one of our interns wants to speak with you, she is requesting an appointment”

John immediately has his heart racing.. Wh.. whoo?

He looks down at the sheet, Her name is Emilia sir. The one whom you met yesterday.. had coffee.

John stares at the guy.. *Sorry sir”

John immediately gets a notification, he looks at it. its a text from her

“Let me in”

He nods as a sign to let her in.

As Emilia walks in, her heels echo the cabin.

She is wearing a tight grey button up shirt tucked into her black pencil fit skirt with

Black stockings and heels.

John : Listen… you can’t.. I’m chief executive officer.. I’m your senior officer.. you can’t do this to me

Emilia : Is it?? Let’s check that. Get up.

John : What?

Emilia : Get your ass up!

She walks to him and grabs his tie and forcefully lifts him off his chair and sits there.

He gets hard by all this. as he embarrassingly looks down by the kind of power she has over him.

Emilia : What makes you think you’re better than me?

John remains silent.

Emilia : Your title? Your Money? Or Your respect and dignity? i can take all that away in a snap and have you knelt infront of me like a slave.

John gets aroused hearing all this and his dick starts to get harder..

Emilia : You’re a pathetic loser. Who hides behind that business suit. Or is it all the extra clothing that you’re wearing which makes you feel you’re better than me?

John gets throbbing hard and hopes Emilia doesn’t notice it. Meanwhile she puts both her feet up his desk.

Emilia : Is that a hard on? She laughs.

Emilia : does the chief executive officer likes to be humiliated?

She points to her heels.

Emilia : My heels… Can’t you see they’re a little dusty?

John : Yy.. yes..

Emilia : Good. Now be a nice boy and clean em up.

John looks surprised and extremely aroused at the same time knowing that an intern is sitting comfortable in his chair with her heels over his desk and ordering him to clean her heels

Emilia esenler escort : Din’t you hear me?

John proceeds to remove his napkin from his blazer and gets closer to her heels..

Emilia : Tut tut.. What you doing john? Use your fucking tie.

John : My tie?

Emilia : Do you want to use your tongue instead? Your fucking tie.. They don’t symbolise your power anymore.

John proceeds to use his tie to clean her heels up…

Emilia : Hmmm… So good. How does it feel? to use your expensive silk tie to clean my heels? does it make you feel pathetic?

John remains silent in utter humilation.

Emilia : Let’s make a deal.

Emilia gets up and walks towards john. She forces him down to his chair and gets behind him.

As she starts massaging his shoulders.

Emilia : Hmm.. Guess you got quite a body beneath your business clothes…

You see john, I’ve heard about guys like you.

No matter how successful or how far you climb up the business ladder.. Deep down you want to be submissive to a dominant girl and obey every command of hers..

John : Its my personal fetish… and you can’t use it against me..

Emilia : But isn’t too pathetic for a top most officer like you? Feet worship… humilation….. being a slave.. isnt it too much?

John : I… I..

Emilia : Shhhh…. It turns out that you’re quite lucky. I personally like to be that dominant woman. I like to have my man obeying my every order and serve me like he’s my slave.

I particularly like it when they are powerful men yet acts like a pathetic loser for his girl

“What do you say?” she asked. “Sir,” she added sarcastically.

John : But I’ve got to train you, I’m your boss.. i can’t do thiss..

Emilia laughs.

Emilia : You’ve got some training to do first… We can’t we make a deal?? i can see how hard you are right now…

John : What noooo… it’s just my pants…

Emilia bends down and grabs his throbbing dick over his pants…

Emilia : You sure its your pants loser? or should i take them off and clear my doubt?

John grows harder in her hands. She starts to stroke him and leans over his ears

Emilia : Let’s come to an agreement. A slave contract. You’re looking for a domme and I’m looking for a slave who is smart, well behaved and a nerd. Why can’t we agree to this??

John gets seduced by her words and grows harder in her hands..

John : I’m not so.. sure…

Emilia : Come on john you’re a smart guy.. you know you need me… and deep down you’re so pathetic.. don’t you agree? haven’t you been craving it…

John : Yes yes i ag… agree..

Emilia : Lick my feet now!

John extremely humiliated but turned on starts licking her feet as emilia gets wet having a powerful man licking her feet.

She makes him lick her feet as long as she wants feeling the wonder sensation his tongue leaves all over her gorgeous feet.

Emilia: Now suck my toes!

John sucks her toes throbbing the hard. the humiliation and being powerless makes him harder and harder as starts love this new relationship with Emilia..

Emilia satisfied with his submission.

Emilia : That was great….. You will make a good bitch. I’ll prepare our contract tomorrow we’ll make it official. See you babe.

Emilia leaves him and exits his cabin leaving him with a big boner. John looked at his throbbing hard on in his trousers.. panting what he has gotten himself into being the CEO of the company…

To be Continued!

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Ben 18 yaşımda, uzun boylu, hafif balık etli, sarı saçlı, iri dudaklı bir kızım.
Ailem varlıklıdır, babamın şirketi var.
Özel koleji bitirdim, üniversiteye gideceğim kısmetse.
Kolejde bir iki defada erkek arkadaşlarla öpüştüğüm olmuştu, fakat hoşlanmamıştım.
Buna karşılık, kolejden arkadaşım olan Eda ile aramızda değişik türde bir yakınlaşma olmuştu.
İkimiz de kız kıza öpüşmenin nasıl birşey olduğunu merak ediyorduk.
Deneme amaçlı olarak öpüşmemiz, kız kıza sevişmeye dönüşmüş ve ben Eda’yla sevişmekten çok hoşlanmıştım.
Yaklaşık bir yıldır da fırsat buldukça sevişiyoruz.
Fakat bu anlatacağım olay daha başka.
Bundan iki ay önce Sürücü Belgesi almak için müracaat etmiştim.
Babamın şirketinde çalışmakta olan Cemil abi de, babamın talimatıyla bana araba sürmesini öğretmekle görevlendirilmişti.
Cemil abiyi küçüklüğümden beri tanırım, 50-55 yaşlarında, kendi halinde, uzun boylu, yakışıklı biridir.
İlk defa Cemil abiyle direksiyon çalışması yapacağım gün, yanımda Eda da vardı.
Cemil abi yaklaşık bir saat kadar bana araba sürmesini gösterdikten sonra, “Bu günlük yeterli!” deyip, bizi eve bıraktı ve kendisi şirkete döndü.
Apartmana doğru yürürken Eda, “Kız Aslı, ben bittim tükendim kızım!” deyince, “Ne oldu, neyin var?” dedim.
Eda, “Hemen eve girelim!” diyordu.
Fakat o arada dikkatimi çekti, Eda elindeki çantayı önüne koymuş acele acele yürüyordu.
Asansöre binince önünden çantayı çekti ki, giydiği pantolonun bacak arası, yani amının olduğu yer resmen ıslanmıştı.
“Kız bu ne hal?” dedim.
Eda, “Cemil abi varya, işte onun kokusu ve tatlı konuşması, helede o boyu posu beni bitirdi Aslı! Siz önde araba sürmekle uğraşırken ben arkada amımı okşamaktan kaç defa boşaldım bilmiyorum!” demez mi.
“Eda sen delisin kızım!” dedim.
Eve girdik.
Annem yoktu, babam zaten şirketteydi, yani ev boştu.
Eda, “Ben acele bir duş alacağım!” deyip doğruca banyoya girdi.
Ben de odama geçtim, kendimi yatağın üzerine attım, kendimi biraz yorgun hissediyordum.
Yatakta uzanırken Eda’nın söylediklerini düşünüyordum.
Cemil abiyi yıllardır tanırdım, ama hiçbir zaman ona o gözle bakmamıştım.
O da bana hiç bir zaman kötü gözle bakmadığı gibi, hep bir baba şefkatiyle yaklaşırdı.
Fakat Eda bunları söyledikten sonra düşünüyordum da, hakikaten Cemil abi çok yakışıklı ve sexy bir erkekti.
Az sonra Eda banyodan çıkmış, bornozla geldi.
Yanıma uzandı ve aklıma Cemil abiyi işlemeye devam etti, “Aslı kız, Cemil abi olgun, yakışıklı, karizmatik vede sevecen biri.
Üstelik te nezaman istesen elinin altında.
Ben olsam ne eder yapar onunla sevişirdim!” dedi.
Tabi bunları söylerken de eli göğüslerimde geziniyor, göğüslerimi avuçlayıp, sıkıyor, okşuyordu.
“Yapma Eda, annem aniden gelir falan, bizi böyle görürse hoş olmaz!” dedikçe, o beni daha çok tahrik ediyor, “Ohhh, şimdi senin bu memelerini Cemil abinin okşadığını hayal et!” diyordu.
Ben, “Kızım yapma!” diyordum, ama Eda bornozunu çıkarıp çırılçıplak kaldı ve “Baksana Aslı, Cemil abiyi düşündükçe amım yeniden sulandı!” diyerek elimi tuttu ve ıslanmış amına götürüp koydu.
Amı ateş gibiydi, “Eda kız sen yanıyorsun!” dediğim anda dudaklarıma yapıştı.
Dilini ağzımın içine sokuyor, dilimi emiyordu.
Beni de müthiş tahrik etmişti.
“Kızım dur, annemi arayacağım!” deyip zorla altından kurtuldum.
Anneme telefon ettim, ne zaman geleceğini sordum.
Annem, “Ne oldu kızım, birşey mi var?” dedi.
“Yok anne, evde Eda’yla birlikteyim.
Seni evde görmeyince merak ettim sadece!” dedim.
Annem, “Biraz işim var kızım, iki saate gelirim!” dedi.
Telefonu kapatınca, “Şimdi oldu!” deyip, Eda’ya yumuldum.
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Sevişirken Eda, “Keşke şimdi Cemil abi de aramızda olsaydı da beni sikseydi!” diyordu.
Eda böyle konuştukça benim de canım Cemil abiyi ister olmuştu.
O günden sonra ben artık daha açık ve daha sexy şeyler giymeye ve direksiyon derslerinde Cemil abiye frikikler vermeye başladım.
Fırsat buldukça ona daha çok sokuluyor, ona sürtünüyor, zaman zaman elimi onun elinin üstüne koyarak okşar gibi yapıyordum.
Ama Cemil abi bana hiç pas vermiyordu.
Günler böyle geçmiş ve sınav günüm yaklaşmıştı.
Sınavdan bir gün önce Cemil abi sınav kağıdını bana uzattı, “Al bakalım, yarın sabah saat 08:00’de sınavda olacaksın! Hadi Aslı, geç bakalım direksiyona, bugün sana son defa göstereceğim!” dedi.
Birlikte direksiyon sınavının yapılacağı yere gittik, son kez çalışmak için.
Ogün bana ne olduysa çok heyacanlandım, söylediklerinin tam tersini yapıyordum.
“Ne oldu Aslı? Neden yanlış yapıyorsun?” diyor, haklı olarak beni eleştiriyor, doğru olanı gösteriyordu.
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Ben birkaç hata daha yapınca, “Durdur arabayı, in aşağı! Sana ne oldu kızım? Çok iyi yaptığın şeyleri unutmuş gibisin!” dedi.
Yerleri değiştirdik, ben ağlamaya başladım.
Cemil abi, “Ne oldu kızım? Niye ağlıyorsun Aslı?” diyor, saçlarımı okşuyordu.
Ben ağlayarak, “Yapamıyorum işte, yarın sınavı geçemeyeceğim!” dedim.
Cemil abi başımı göğsüne doğru çekti, yasladı, “Ağlama kız, sen bu sınavı geçeceksin!” diyerek beni teselli ediyor, saçlarımı okşuyordu.
Bir süre sora yatıştım, ağlamalarım kesilmişti.
Cemil abi, “Kaldır başını, bana bak Aslı!” deyince başımı kaldırmamla birlikte dudak dudağa geldik.
İşte o anda ne olduysa dudaklarımız birleşti.
Öpüşüyorduk.
Sıcacık dudakları dudaklarımı yakıyordu.
Fakat birden beni itekledi ve “Ben ne yapıyorum, olmaz Aslı, özür dilerim!” dedi.
Ben ona fırsat vermeden tekrar dudaklarına yumuldum.
O kaçtıkça ben ısrar ettim.
Sonra yumuşadı ve karşılık verdi.
Şimdi yine çılgınca öpüşüyor, emişiyorduk.
Aynı zamanda bir eli de memelerimi sıkıyor, okşuyor, beni çıldırtyordu.
Birden korna sesiyle kendimize geldik, insalar ordan arbayla gelip geçiyor ve bizi öylece görüyorlardı.
Cemil abi arabayı çalıştırdı, ordan uzaklaştık, tenha bir yerde durduk.
Ben yiyişmeye devam edeceğimizi sanıyordum, dudaklarına yapıştım tekrar.
Ama Cemil abi karşılık vermedi, “Aslı kendimize gelelim kızım, biz yanlış yapıyoruz!” dedi.
O, “Olmaz Aslı!” dedikçe ben onu daha çok arzular olmuştum.
Elimi önündeki kabarıklığına attım, pantolonunun üzerinden yarağını avuçladım.
Taş gibiydi.
“Aslı, dur ne yapıyorsun?” dediğinde, “Beni sikmeni istiyorum Cemil abi!” dedim.
“İşte o dediğin hiç olmaz!” dedi.
Ama ben dinlemedim, fermuarını indirdim, yarağını çıkardım.
İlk defa canlı yarak görüyordum, yarağı kocamandı ve çok kalındı, avcuma sığmıyordu.
Yarağını okşamaya başladım.
Cemil abi gözlerini yummuş, öylece oturuyor, ama halen, “Olmaz Aslı, bu doğru değil…” demeye devam ediyordu.
Sonra birden kalktı, indi arabadan ve kolumdan çekerek arabadan indirdi beni.
Arka kapıyı açıp, beni içeri soktu, o da yanıma geldi.
Arabanın arkası öne nazaran daha genişti.
Beni kucakladı, dudaklarımı emdi, yaladı, sonra boynumu öperek gömleğimin düğmelerini açtı.
Sutyenimin üstünden göğüslerimi okşayarak beni çıldırtyordu.
Ben de boş durmuyor, onun fermuarını açıp yarağını çıkarmış okşuyordum.
Cemil abi yalamadık, emmedik, öpmedik yerimi bırakmadı.
Zaten mini olan eteğimi belime sıyırıp, tangamı yana çekerek amıma yumuldu.
Amımın her noktasını emdi, yaladı.
Ama amımın dudaklarını emdikçe, klitorisimi yaladıkça, ben kıvranıyordum, inliyordum, “Sik beni!” diyordum.
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Cemil abi amımdan akan tüm sıvılarımı emdi, yaladı.
Sonra doğrularak başımı tuttu, yarağını ağzıma uzattı, “Sıra sende Aslı, hadi yala, em yarağımı!” dedi.
İlk defa yarak yalayacaktım.
“Dondurma yalar gibi yala, ağzına al!” dedi.
Ben yavaşça dilimi yarrağının mantar gibi başında gezdiriyor, yalıyordum.
Başını ağzıma almak için epey zorlandım.
O ise eliyle başıma bastıryor, hepsini ağzıma sokmaya çalışıyordu.
Fakat ancak yarısını ağzıma alabildim.
10 dakika sonra Cemil abi kasıldı, hırlayarak, inleyerek ağzımın içine bir volkan gibi patladı.
Ağzımın içi sıcacık dölleriyle dolmuştu.
Hafif ekşimsiydi tadı.
Başıma eliyle bastırıyordu halen, zorlanarak tüm döllerini yutmuştum.
Midem bulandı, kusacak gibiydim.
Başımı bıraktığında yarağını ağzımdan çıkardım.
Nefes nefese kalmıştım.
Yarağını iyice yalattı, temizletti.
Sonra da, “Bu kadar yeter Aslı, hadi toparlan, geç oldu, gidelim!” dedi.
“Ee, beni sikmeyecekmisin?” dedim.
“Olmaz, yapamam, bakiresin!” dedi.
“Ozaman götümü sik!” dedim.
“Sen şimdi toparlan, gidelim, yarın direksiyon sınavını geç, senle güzel şeyler yaşarız!” dedi, beni ikna etti.
O gün beni eve bıraktı gitti.
Ertesi gün beni sınava babam götürdü.
Sınava girdim ve kazandım.
Babam beni eve bırakıp şirkete gittikten sonra, ilk işim Cemil abiyi aramak oldu.
Telefonu çalıyor, ama açmıyordu.
Ertesi günlerde de açmadı telefonunu.
Mesajlarıma da cevap vermiyordu.
Hergün denedim, ama sonuç alamadım.
Aradan 15 gün geçmişti ve babamla annem, ablamın yanına yurtdışına gideceklerdi.
Babama, “Siz gidince ben annemin arabasını kullanabilirmiyim?” dedim.
Babam, “Olmaz, daha yalnız araba kulanamazsın!” dedi.
Annem, “Evet yalnız olmaz, fakat Cemil efendiye söyleyelim, boş zamanlarda birlikte dolaşırsınız, şehir içinde kullanır, alışırsın!” deyince, babam da, “Tamam ben Cemil efendiyle konuşurum!” dedi.
Sonra Cemil abiye mesaj attım, “Seni arıyorum, mesaj atıyorum, cevap vermiyorsun, bakalım babama ne diyeceksin!” diye.
Babamlar yurtdışına gitmiş, beni de anneanneme emanet etmişlerdi.
Anneannemin Çarşamba günleri konken partisi vardı, ben de o gün için kendimi ayarladım, evde kaldım.
Anneannem saat 10:00 gibi evden çıkınca, ben hemen babamın şirketini aradım.
Sekretere, “Lütfen Cemil abiyi gönderirmisin, arabayla acil bir yere gitmem lazım!” dedim.
Telefonu kapatıp bekledim.
Çok geçmeden cep telefonum çaldı.
Arayan Cemil abiydi, “Aslı nereye gideceksin?” dedi.
Ben de, “Eda’nın doğumgününe gideceğim.
Evdeyim, çabuk gel!” deyip telefonu kapattım.
Sonra odama geçtim, soyundum ve annemin o çok sexy mini geceliklerinden kırmızı olanı giydim.
Altıma sütyen külot giymeden, yalnızca gecelikle onu karşılayacaktım.
Her yerime annemin parfümünden sıktım, amıma ve götüme bile.
Yaklaşık yarım saat sonra kapı zili çaldı.
Kapının merceğinden baktım, Cemil abiydi gelen.
Kapının arkasına vücudumu gizleyip, kapıyı açtım.
Cemil abi içeri girince kapıyı kapatıp, kilitledim.
Cemil abi beni o halde görünce dondu kaldı, bana bakarak sessizce duruyordu.
Boynuna sarıldım, dudaklarına ufak bir buse kondurup, fısıltılı bir şekilde, “Senin olmak istiyorum!” dedim.
Ben onu yatak odama çekmeye çalışıyordum, ama o kımıldamıyordu bile.
Elimi, pantolonunun üzerinden yarağına attım, avuçladım.
Taşaklarını sertçe avuçlayınca, Cemil abi sessizliğini bozup, “Benden günah gitti, sen kaşındın küçük orospu! Yarrağı yemeden aklın başına gelmeyecek senin!” diyerek, beni kucaklayıp, doğruca odama götürdü.
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Elleri de boş durmuyor, göğüslerimi ve nohut gibi sertleşmiş meme uçlarımı okşuyor, sıkıyordu.
Şimdi ağzı amımın etrafında dönüyordu, fakat amıma dokunmuyordu.
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Bu arada boşalmıştım bile.
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O sırada minicik geceliği de çıkardı.
Ben çırılçıplak kalmıştım, o halen giyinikti.
Yalayarak göğüslerime gelmişti, memelerimi ağzına alıyor, yalıyor, öpüyor, uçlarını koparacak gibi emiyordu.
Ben çıldırmıştım, yatakta kıvranıp, başına ellerimle bastırıyor, ohlayıp inleyip, tekrar tekrar boşalıyordum.
Hayatımda böyle bir zevk daha yaşamamıştım.
Şimdi boynumu, kulak memelerimi yalayıp emiyordu.
Kulağıma, “Sıra sende küçük oruspu, hadi soy beni, yala, em her yerimi!” dedi.
Ben zaten çıldırmıştım, üstünü parçalarcasına soymaya başladım.
Şimdi o da benim gibi çırılçıplaktı ve yarağı kocaman olmuş, sertleşmişti.
Cemil abiyi sırtüstü uzatıp, üzerine uzandım, dudaklarına yapıştım, emmeye başladım.
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Şimdi ben onun yarağını yalıyor, emiyordum, o da amımı yalıyor, parmağıyla göt deliğimi okşuyordu.
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Parmağı götümün deliğine girmiş, götüm acıyordu.
Ama ben her acıya hazırdım.
Daha sonra beni üzerinden indirdi ve beni domalttı, arkama geçip götümü yalayıp doğruldu, “Kremin var mı küçük orospu?” dedi.
Çekmecede olduğunu söyledim.
Uzanıp kremi aldı.
Önce götümün deliğine sürdü, parmaklarıyla göt deliğimi iyice genişletti.
Sonra sikine de krem sürüp, sikini götümün deliğine dayayıp bastırdı.
Önce girmedi, biraz daha kremledi, tekrar yüklendi.
Başı girmişti, ama ben, “Acıyor, çıkar! Cemil abi çıkar!” diye bağırıyordum.
Hemen yastığı ağzıma verdi, “Sessiz ol küçük oruspu!” dedi.
Hareketsizce duryor, sırtımı öpüyor, eliyle göğsümü okşayarak, “Sakin ol, kasma kendini, gevşe biraz!” diyordu.
Bir süre sonra yavaş yavaş hareketlendi ve birdaha yüklendi.
Şimdi sikinin yarısı götüme girmişti, ama ben acıdan artık ağlıyordum.
Tekrar bir hamle yaptığında, taşakları kasıklarıma değmişti.
Öylece duruyordu.
“Nasılmış, hoşuna gidiyor mu küçük oruspu?” dediğinde, ben ağlayarak, “Öküz, hayvan, yırttın götümü, çok ağrıyor!” diye sızlanıyordum.
“Bunu sen istedin, ben zorlamadım, katlan o halde!” diyerek, yavaş yavaş çıkarıp tekrar sokmaya başladı.
Yaklaşık 15-20 dakika götümde gidip geldikten sonra acı yerini zevke bırakmıştı, artık rahatlamıştım.
Götüme her köklediğinde zevkle acıyı aynı anda yaşıyordum, fakat zevkten acıyı unutuyordum.
Elini amıma atıp, klitorisimi okşamaya da başlayınca, birden kasıldım, sanki elektriğe kapılmış gibi titreyerek, bağıra bağıra boşalmıştım.
Cemil abi halen götümün içinde gidip geliyor, beni çatır çatır sikiyordu.
Yorulmuş bitmiştim.
Bir süre sonra da Cemil abi hırlayarak, volkan gibi götümün içine boşaldı.
Sıcacık dölleri götümün içini doldurmuştu.
Ama halen götümün içine girip çıkıyordu o koca yarrak.
Bir süre sonra üzerime yığıldı.
Yarrağı halen götümdeyken 66 pozisyonunda yatağa uzandık.
İkimiz de nefes nefese kalmıştık, sessizce duruyorduk o halde, ben acıdan ve zevkten kendimden geçmiştim.
Yarağı götümün içinde küçülüp çıkınca, beni kendine dönderdi, “Küçük orospu sağol! Biliyormusun, ben ilk defa senin götünü siktim, bu yaşıma kadar bu ilk göt sikişim!” dedi ve beni öperek, “Hadi kalk, banyoya geçip temizlenelim!” dedi.
Birlikte banyo yaptık çıktık.
Biraz dinlendikten sonra, Cemil abi, “Benim şirkete gitmem lazım, akşama tekrar gelirim!” deyip gitti.
Akşam anneannem gelmeden tekrar geldi, beni bir defa daha götümden sikti ve gitti ama bu sikişmemiz baya bir sürdü götüm ve amım sanki ytrtılmış gibi olmuştu.
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Yaz akşamları bizim ailemiz genellikle açık seçik giyinmektedir.
Bu arada çok pardon, ben Veli.
Antalya sıcaklarını hepiniz çok iyi bilirsiniz.
Yine öyle bir akşam üzerinde evde şortla yalnız başıma oturuyorum.
Ablam çok harika vücut ölçülerine sahip esmer bomba olarak tabir edilen bir hatundur.
İsmi de Gizemdir.
Gizem denizden geldikten sonra neredeyse içine hiç bir şey giymez o kadar rahat ve geniştir.
Onun o vücudu her erkeğin aklını başından almak için emin olun ki yeter.

Benim de o akşam nedense içimde öyle tuhaf fırtınalar kopuyor ki anlatamam.
Gizem kapıyı açıp içeriye girdiğinde 23cm olan yarrağım öyle bir kalktı ki anlatamam.
Duş almaya gitmişti.
Bende kapının deliğinden onun o güzel vücudunu izliyordum.
Birden dalmışım doğal olarak elim sikimde idi.
Birden bire kapı bir açıldı karşımda havluya sarılmış seksi ablam Gizem bulunuyordu.
Napıyorsun sen Veli ? diye soru sordu.
Bunun üzerine aşırı derece utanmıştım ve kötü olmuştum.
Neyse ablacım, hadi sen içeriye git ben üzerimi değiştireceğim dedi.
Tamam abla dedim ve gittim.

Hemen ardından harika bir mini etek ve ipli askılı atlet ile karşıma geldi.
Yine çok azdırmıştı beni.
Ablamın bacakları çok ama çok güzeldir.
Gözlerimi bir türlü kendisinden alamıyordum.
Mini eteğinin altına pembe bir külot giymişti.
Sürekli gözüm oraya takılıyordu.
Biraz sohbet ettikten sonra birden bire abla seni bir erkek olarak o kadar çok beğeniyorum ki anlatamam dedi.
Bu ablamın hem hoşuna gitmişti, hem de onu da biraz da olsa şevke getirmişti.
Pipin ne durumda? diye gülerek sordu ablam:) Bende o an utanmıştım ama kazık gibi olduğu için buyur abla bak diyip birden çıkardım.
Ovvv şitt dedi ablam.
Hemen koşarak yanıma geldi dur biraz oynayalım bakalım dedi.
Öyle güzel sakso çekmeye başladı ki kalp krizinden gidecektim.
Bunun üzerine bende ablamın mini eteğinden içeriye attım ve o harika vücuda dokunmaya başladım.
Bir süre sonra ablamın amını yaladıktan sonra koltuğun üzerinde domaltarak götten sikmeye başladım.
Hem amdan, hem de götten sikiyordum.
Ablam adet inliyordu.
Uzun bir süre ablam bu seksin tadını unutamayıp bir hafta içerisinde en az 5 kere ilişkiye girmişizdir.
İnsanın her zaman böyle ablası olmalıdır bana göre.
Saygılarımla.

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Elena was a sapiosexual, she was sexually attracted to intelligent beings and she desperately wanted Matt to fuck her. This was something she couldn’t openly admit to her friends, as they were a bunch of shallow girls, who categorized everyone on the basis of their looks. If anyone ever found out she had screwed Matt, who was one of the biggest nerds in college, she would be humiliated by the others, or worse, kicked out of the group. But she had limited self-control, and it took everything she had to not take him on the library table right there, especially when he was pretending to read, while actually checking her out. She had to come up with a smart excuse to have sex with him and also not get judged. After thinking of all the possibilities, she came up with one that would definitely work. Elena and her friends had a habit of constantly betting on things, most of which were sexual in nature. Like, who would flash a random passerby, or take a picture of the French professor while he masturbated in the classroom after everyone had left, or giving blowjobs to as many hot guys in college as possible.

“Let’s make another bet,” she said to the others, “whoever screws the nerdiest guy in college, in a public place, wins!”

“Oh god, not the nerds…why can’t we do it with a good looking guy?” Her friend Anna asked.

“We’ve already done hot guys, there’s no thrill left in that. We need something different, something we haven’t tried before. C’mon girls, we need to teach these boys a thing or two about sex. It’ll be fun. What do you say?” She asked.

“I’m not sure…” Anna started.

“Oh shut up Anna! I like what Elena is suggesting,” Becky said. She was like the leader of the group, so if she agreed to something, the others followed suit.

“Anna…haven’t you ever fantasized about dominating a guy in bed? Taking away his innocence, making him do things you want, having him please you and cater to your needs? Have you ever experienced that kind of power with any of the guys you dated, who only bothered satisfying themselves?” Elena asked. Whatever doubts Anna had till now, were replaced with excitement and resolve to win the bet.

Matt was a thin average looking guy, with curly hair and a slight paunch. He was shy and rarely spoke to anyone except few of his friends. Despite that, he was very helpful to anyone who approached him for tutoring and believed in sharing his knowledge, which he had in abundance. He was a literature student and shared French class with Elena. He was also very good with computers and science; he was an expert in history and was up to date with happenings around the world. His intelligence was not just limited to books, he was also quick-witted and had great problem-solving skills.

Everyone in college knew Elena and her friends were big time sluts. If rumors were to be believed, she had banged the psychology professor a couple of times, which explained her good grades despite being average in the subject. Her current focus was to find a way to get Matt to sleep with her, she knew he loved looking at her well-developed boobs, so she had asked him for kırşehir escort guidance twice before, and had gone braless both times with her huge tits sticking to her flimsy t-shirt. Matt had a raging hard-on looking at them while trying to concentrate on the subject. He had excused himself both times to go the washroom, for obvious reasons, and returned after 10 minutes.

There was a French movie playing in the theatre nearby which was said to be highly erotic. Elena had a plan forming in her head on how she was going to take Matt’s virginity. After class that day, she had walked up to him and bent over his desk, she wore a low cut top and Matt could see her cleavage.

“There’s a French movie playing nearby Matty, do you wanna go with me? I need to work on my French,” she asked him seductively.

“Oh ok…yeah sure…great!” Matt stammered, not once looking away from her breasts.

She bent a little more so that he could have a good view inside her top. Matt’s face reddened with embarrassment, he understood she had caught him staring and lowered herself further on purpose.

“Cool…I’ll meet you tonight at 8 outside your hostel. See ya,” she said, then walked away while he stared at her bouncy ass. The minute she left the class, Matt ran to the washroom to jerk off, all the while thinking about her beautiful boobs sticking out of her top.

Elena arrived at 8.15 wearing a short skirt and an off shoulder crop top, she wasn’t wearing a bra and the top highlighted her bosoms and nipples. She hugged Matt, digging her boobs into his chest and planted a kiss on his cheek. He could smell her scent and his cock twitched in his pants. They walked to the theatre which was at a distance of five minutes from Matt’s hostel; her arm wrapped around his.

They reached the place and bought the tickets, Elena suggested the last row in the back, in the corner seat. They walked in and took their seats, the movie was going to start in the next two minutes. Matt noticed how empty the theatre was except for the four to five couples and a few loners sitting ahead. He also noticed how Elena’s short skirt moved further up when she took a seat exposing her sexy thighs. He felt a tingly feeling in his dick and pushed his legs together, hoping to avoid a boner. He didn’t want her to think he was a pervert.

The movie started and it was fairly boring until half an hour later a sex scene started playing, the woman in the movie was milking the guy’s cock while her tits bounced in front of his face. The scene went on for about eight more minutes and Matt was aroused, no matter how hard he tried to hide it, he couldn’t. Elena sensed his discomfort and decided it was time to make her move. She slid her hands on his pants and moved it over his erection. Matt didn’t know how to react so he stayed there frozen to his chair but his member responded to the movements her hands were making. She then unzipped his pants and pushed them down to his thighs, then shifted his underwear and took out his erect penis and stared at it in awe. Matt was uncircumcised, unlike most men.

“Oohhh malatya escort I’ve never had something like this before,” Elena cooed.

She ran her hands over his shaft gently, watching his foreskin move up and down. She got on her knees in front of him, in the cramped up space between the seats. She rotated her fingers on his tip and some pre-cum oozed out of it, she licked it clean with the tip of her tongue and then holding his dick tightly, took it in her mouth as far as she could, she gagged a little but continued to suck and pump it, going a little easy on him first and then increasing her tempo. She watched him as she blew him, his nails were literally digging into the seat and his knuckles had turned white due to it. His eyes were at the back of his head like he was high on some drugs. She heard him groan. Moving on to his balls, she took each one of them into her mouth and gently sucked on them.

“Oh Matty, do you want to feel my pussy?” She asked him.

“Oh god Elena, yes!” He mumbled under his breath.

She stood up and took off her panties, stuffed them in his pocket, then picked up her skirt and placed herself on his seat, balancing herself with her knees on each of his sides. She put her fingers in her mouth, moistening them with her saliva and rubbed it on her cunt. Then she held his shaft and lowered herself on it, moaning as it went inside. She moved herself so that his dick was well adjusted inside her and began rotating her hips.

“Oh yes Matty, do you like it, honey?” She asked, which wasn’t much of a question in the first place.

Matt held on to her butt and squeezed them, then holding on tightly helped her to bounce up and down his cock. Her boobs jiggled in his face and he wanted them so badly, to touch them, feel them, suck on them. He pushed her top to her waist, exposing them completely, he watched, mesmerized by their lusciousness, her hardened pink tits calling out to him. He moved his fingers gently on the areolas, not touching the nipples, teasing her.

“Take them in your mouth Matty, suck on them! I want you so bad Matty, please take them,” she pleaded. Watching her beg like that turned him on even more, he gave her boobs a hard squeeze, and took the left one in his mouth, he nibbled at her tit and kissed it with his lips, then moved his tongue around it, making it wet and sucked on it like toddler drinking milk. He pinched the other tit gently and flicked it, hearing her moan. He kissed her all over the neck and made his way upwards, cupping her face in his hands and kissing her deeply. Elena had stopped riding him and relished the kiss. She loved how he took her bottom lip in his mouth and sucked at it, and then did the same with the upper lip, slowly moving his tongue inside her and exploring her mouth hungrily. She didn’t want this to stop but he did, pushing her onto the next seat, getting onto his knees like she had done before.

Elena was no more in charge, she let Matt take over her completely. He licked her clit, moving his tongue in sideways movements and then up and down. His mouth latched niğde escort onto it as he sucked on it and flicked it with his tongue. Her eyes were closed and she pressed her boobs and played with her nipples, enjoying the feeling. He moved his mouth to her moistened pussy and stroked her clit with his hand before pushing his tongue inside, her juices poured out and he lapped them up. Elena tried to stop herself from screaming but let out a noise. A couple ahead turned back to look and noticed what was going on. They watched for a couple of minutes and probably got turned on, because they started making out soon after.

Matt was eating her pussy like an expert, rubbing her clit with force. Elena’s body was breaking into spasms and Matt knew she was going to cum. He quickly pulled her into a standing position and made her lean on the front seat, stroking his cock on her opening. Then without a warning, plunged his cock inside her, this time he kept thrusting without giving her a chance to adjust. He was getting rough with her, she was surprised in the beginning but the feeling quickly turned to pleasure. He held her by the waist and kept pounding into her as their sweaty bodies slapped against each other. She rubbed her clit and felt her orgasm build up, but before she could, she felt his hot cum fill her insides. He realized she wasn’t done yet so he sat down on the seat; spread her legs and rammed his tongue into her harder and faster. A minute later she climaxed, her liquids all over his face.

He leaned back, completely tired, she sat on his lap and gave him a smooch. The movie had almost ended, she took a napkin from her purse and wiped his face clean. They both adjusted their clothes and sat back in their seats, recovering from their sexual encounter. When the end credits started rolling they walked out, his hand on her waist, her body close to his.

“Where did you learn to do that Matty?” Elena asked, as they were reaching back to the hostel.

“Mostly porn, I hope you liked it,” he said.

“I loved it, we should do it again sometime,” she said with a wink. She pulled him closer and kissed him on the lips, he kissed her back, his hands squeezing her butt, their tongues at war inside each other’s mouths, exchanging saliva. He moved down and grazed her right nipple, she almost screamed but he kissed her again deeply drowning her cries. By the time the kiss ended, they were both struggling to catch their breath. She gave him one last kiss and walked away.

“Elena! Your panties are still in my pocket,” he called after her.

“Keep it! As a souvenir!” She shouted back.

He walked back to his room, with a feeling of excitement. He opened the door to his room and found his friends waiting for him.

“So…did it happen?” Zen asked.

“Yes! It was awesome. You guys owe me 20 bucks each,” he replied.

He took out his notepad from the desk and added Elena’s name to the list. She was the 6th girl who had assumed that she was the one taking away his virginity.

“Some girls can be really dumb!” Matt told them. They assumed he was inexperienced because he was a nerd and everyone wanted a piece of that ass. He kept up that image and tricked them into having sex. He then took out another box and placed Elena’s panties in it with some of the other souvenirs he had received. He was no more interested in her; he moved his focus to his date with Becky the next day.

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It is summer and Temperance loves the beach. She flies to California. She rents a beach house. Temperance gets settled in and decides to go for a walk.

Walking along the beach, Temperance spots a hammock. Feeling sleepy, she decides to rest. Temperance lays on the hammock and begins thinking how wonderful it would be to have a man of her own to love and be loved in return.

Temperance’s long red hair, sprawled above her head, around her face, as she lay there dreaming. She awakens very hot. Looking about, she noticed that no one is around, so she thought.

He, Nickodemus, was in the bushes and couldn’t believe his eyes. How beautiful she was. She was wearing a sheer dress that clung to her every curve. He didn’t mean to watch, yet he couldn’t look away from the vision set before him. Watching her made him yearn to be with her. His manhood was very hard and wanting.

Temperance begins slowly lifting her dress up to her thighs, making it aware that she had no panties on. She spread her legs apart and began rubbing her swollen mound. She started moaning. How she wished ordu escort she had a man to do this to her. She inserted two fingers and began making love to herself. Temperance stopped only to take her dress off and caress her breasts. How she wished a man was there with her now. Temperance went back to making herself feel good. Fantasizing of a man being between her legs, pumping her hard, instead of just her two fingers.

This woman, this vision, beauty like none he’s every known. He continued to watch as he got up from the bushes and edged himself toward her.

Startled, Temperance went to cover herself up but looking at him, she couldn’t. He was handsome, very tan, muscular, light brown hair, and eyes, oh how his eyes took her breath away.

He introduced himself to her and she to him. His accent alone made Temperance hot and wanting. He knelt beside her and she opened her legs wide for him. He then buried his tongue in her flesh, licking and sucking her swollen area. Temperance was moaning. Nickodemus continued, too eager to taste her sweet osmaniye escort nectar. She was very hot and very wet. Her body shivering, searing with anticipation, yearning to reach the peak of happiness. Nickodemus stopped.

Nickodemus lifted her off the hammock and removed his shorts. He was very well endowed and very ready for whatever she would give. Temperance got on her knees and placed a hand around his member. Temperance stroked this handsome gift from the heavens. He lay back enjoying this. She teased him with her tongue, licking up and down his shaft. She asked him to get on the hammock and to spread his legs apart and she started licking his balls and sucking them, then filling her mouth with his hardness. Temperance wrapped her lips around him and sucked faster and faster, deeper and deeper. She had him all. Nickodemus pulled her hair, cheering Temperance on. He needed to control himself but found that he couldn’t. Temperance stopped before he could explode.

Nickodemus grabbed Temperance and laid her on the ground. He threw her sinop escort legs apart and thrust his cock into her. Temperance moaned with ecstasy. She wanted this. She needed this. Nickodemus sucked on her nipples, gently biting them. Temperance was in pure bliss as his shaft was going in and out of her, she moaned with each motion. She wanted to be on all fours. She wanted Nickodemus to ram her hard, she loved that. Temperance looking at Nickodemus asked if he minded if she got on all fours. He didn’t at all and she moved to that position begging him to take her.

Nickodemus spread her ass and entered her. Temperance fucked his cock, faster and faster. She loved feeling him in her ass. Her juices flowing, dripping down her leg, that excited Nickodemus. He wanted to be in her pussy to feel her muscles spasm as she climaxed. He turned her around and entered her hot, wet, wanting vagina and pumped her hard while rubbing her clit at the same time.

Nickodemus, whispering to Temperance, “cum for me.”

Passion overcame Temperance as she came all over Nickodemus. He was about to explode himself, as he pulls out of her pussy and dives into her mouth, once there, he let’s go and his sweetness spills into her mouth and down her throat. Temperance smiles.

It was morning when Temperance awoke from her dream, thinking to herself how much her fantasy seemed so real.

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Amy smiled brightly at her friends, standing up as the bus screeched to a halt in front of her house. Her skin-tight denim skirt had risen up her thighs slightly and she smoothed it gently into place along her smooth, well-shaped ass.

“I’ll see you tonight, ok?” She grinned again and turned away.

Retreating to her bedroom upstairs, she turned on the radio and began undressing in front of the large open window. A breeze caught her long brown hair, making it spill out across her tan back. Throwing her bra on the bed, she turned toward the window to catch a glimpse of the neighbor’s son, who sometimes seemed to be watching her as she changed clothes. Amy didn’t mind, though. She liked the thought of him watching. He went to the computer by the window and sat down, where he had a good view-straight into her room. She wiggled out of her skirt and thong, tossing them on the floor. She smirked slightly, thinking of the neighbor boy, who may be expanding in his jeans as she undressed. Amy was a cock tease. She liked to dress sexily and relish in the thought of boys in her school and even good-looking men watching her.

She tucked a towel around her perky breasts and strolled into the bathroom. Amy took her time in the shower, sliding her hands along her inner thigh from knee to pussy as the soap bubbles trickled down her soft legs. After drying off, she turned to the side a few times to check out the sexy curve of her own ass, which she was quite fond of. Her ass was one feature she obviously liked to show off, although the boys at school and around town didn’t mind this at all.

She flipped her hair back and walked back to the bedroom, where she squirmed into a nearly transparent white tube top and similarly see-through white lace skirt. Grinning like a she-devil, Amy met her own gaze in the mirror over her dresser-‘That’ll show them!’ she thought wickedly.

After about 45 minutes of primping, Amy was ready for a night with the girls. Her friends, Kelly and Sheila, would be there any time. So with a mist of fragrance and a few seconds of pondering whether to wear a thong, she reached up and grabbed the side strings, pulling them loose with one tug.

At that moment, the doorbell rang, so Amy grabbed her purse and bounced downstairs. Kelly and Sheila were standing in the doorway, each looking quite cute, but somehow missing the mark for ‘sexy’ with their slightly more girlish frames. Kelly was talkative like Amy and slightly vain about her shoulder-length wavy red hair. Sheila was more introverted than the other two, yet she enjoyed conversation as much as her friends.

“Hi, Amy. Are you ready? The tokat escort carnival is pretty busy tonight. We drove by on the way here.” Sheila held the door as Amy waved to her father.

“Yeah, I’m ready. I hope we don’t have to wait long. The line was around the block last night.” Amy rolled her eyes, but still felt excited as she walked into the warm night air. The smell of grass and other greenery lingered heavily over the earth.

The fairgrounds glowed red, yellow and blue. Flashing lights, classic rock and a middle-aged woman with a few teeth missing welcomed their arrival. “How many tickets, hon?”

They gathered the tickets and walked away, chattering about the rides that looked the scariest.

“That one looks like a trip to Puke City!” Kelly mused, pointing to The Hammer, a ride with a cage that spins its riders in somersaults.

“Cool, Let’s do it!” Sheila countered, always ready for a challenge.

“I don’t think so. I’ll meet you guys back at the food booths.” Amy gave them a friendly push, then headed for the Ferris Wheel.

A muscular, dark-haired man with about three days of facial hair shot Amy a toothy, crooked grin.

“Are you old enough to ride this?” he joked.

Amy smiled, glancing at the bulge in his jeans and wondered how much bigger it would look when aroused.

The man stood close, holding the safety bar back as she entered the seat. He pushed it down toward her lap and jerked on it a few times, making sure it was engaged.

A breeze on her thigh made her realize the whole side of her thigh was exposed and she looked at him to see his reaction before flipping the flimsy skirt down again. A smile still lingered on his lips as he turned away to start the ride.

The Ferris Wheel was Amy’s favorite ride, although she enjoyed faster ones, also. She had gone around about 15 times before she started wondering when it would stop. Not that she was worried. It was a hot night and the air seemed cooler so high up. She ended up sitting at the top for a few minutes as the carny let riders on and off. He glanced up at her when he reached the booth. The ride started again.

Realizing that he knew she was still up there, Amy thought to herself, ‘Maybe I’ll get to stay on for a while.’

His eyes glowed acknowledgement as she swept past the operating booth again and again. Amy felt a flutter in her stomach when the ride stopped each time and she looked down from her seat. Once he paused to grin before starting the ride up. Even when there was no one in line, he started the ride anyway, each time letting her sit at the top, gazing about yozgat escort the city and the woodland at its extremities.

After a long time (Amy guessed about 45 minutes to an hour) her seat swung low to the platform and the carny strolled over to let her off.

“How did you like your ride?” He chuckled. Another man was approaching the gate, wearing a gruff expression.

“I’ll take over for your break now,” said the second man.

“Ok.” He finished helping Amy out of the seat and slipped a hand behind her waist as they walked across the platform to the gate.

“That was fun.” Amy asked, “Do you do that for all the girls?”

“Only if they’re as pretty as you…” They both knew it to be a corny come-on, but neither one cared. Amy let her hips settle into a sexy strut as they walked toward a bench near the edge of the woods.

“If you want, I can take you on another kind of ride.”

Amy felt her pussy tighten in anticipation. “I’d like that.”

They walked into the woods, still close enough to the carnival that a dim light shone through Amy’s skirt to her ass. She unfastened his pants and pushed him, erect and ready against a tree trunk.

“You like to take charge,” he noticed and leaned forward. “That’s sexy…” His silky near-black hair brushed her cheek as he touched her lips.

“I do, sometimes.” She reached into his unzipped pants and starting at the base of his package, ran her hand up gently.

The carny mimicked her motion more slowly, sliding his hands up from her waist to her breasts, then pulled off her tube top, letting her tits jiggle slightly as she fondled his cock, stroked his chest and grabbed his ass. She pulled his shirt off, noticing his muscular build. She took her time enjoying his masculinity, from his erect cock to his rippling chest and arms.

“Do you like this?” he whispered, pinching her nipple gently.

“Yeah…”

Reaching with both hands, he took off her skirt and tossed it on a nearby branch. The carny reached down and felt her bare lips with his fingertips. His mouth turned up again in his crooked grin as he realized she hadn’t been wearing panties.

“Ah, you are such a naughty girl” he kidded her. He ran a hand through her hip-length hair, then grabbed her tight ass in a firm grip and pulled her toward him, bending his knees so that her bare pussy was almost touching his cock.

Amy turned around, bending at the waist to give him a good view of her now entirely naked silhouette. A slight glow shone on her back and shoulders as her hair slipped to one side. Her ass spread apart, revealing her pussy zonguldak escort and asshole.

The sight of her extremely feminine shape excited the carny so much that he plunged straight into her. Unable to control his raging hard-on, he pounded her for several minutes before she pulled away.

“I like to tease. You’ll have to be a good boy if you want more of that.”

“Oh, really? What do I have to do?” he said eagerly.

“Lick my pussy.”

“That’s my punishment? You’ll have to do better than that,” he laughed.

She spanked him for his comment, with such force that it left several marks in the shape of her hand. “Now you’ll have something to remember me by.”

“I would remember you anyway.” He was kneeling now, taking her thigh into his hand and stroking it. Then he started using his tongue, leaving wet trails in vertical lines leading from her knee to her pussy. She became even more wet and her juices slid slowly from pussy to thigh. Noticing this, he began lapping up the fluid, savoring its sweet, womanly flavor.

After a while Amy decided she was ready to take his cock again and she took hold of his cock and led him to her. “I want you now.”

The carny entered her, moaning quietly with pleasure and satisfaction. Amy accepted his cock with a slight twinge of pain, as her pussy was so tight it hurt. But she decided that it felt good, anyway and as his thrusting intensified her pussy became more wet and loosened slightly with relaxation.

Amy took her breast and fondled it for him and the carny grinned. He was pounding her very hard now and she knew he was about to cum. She pushed him away gently, saying, “Cum on my tits. I want to feel you cum on me.”

He withdrew his cock and let his warm juice flow over her soft, bare tits.

After a few minutes, the carny whispered in her ear, “How did you like your ride?”

“I’m not done yet.” With that he looked down and saw that she was playing with herself.

He watched her, then started kissing around her pussy, anywhere he wouldn’t be poked by her flying fingers. With two fingers, she slid along her lips, first one side then the other. She took one finger and made tiny circles around her clit. He saw a bare patch of skin at the base of her lips and licked it. Her slender fingers danced around the sensitive aroused flesh as he continued to lick the base of her pussy. Within a few minutes, she came. The carny slipped his fingers easily inside her to feel the spasming of her muscles as she orgasmed. He was impressed by the tightness he felt around his fingers.

Amy sank against the tree. “That felt so good.”

The carny helped her into her clothes and then put on his own. With a final grab of her ass, he left, saying, “I’ll call you!”

They both laughed and, walking at a distance from each other, went back to the carnival, careful not to be spotted by those who knew them as they came out of the woods.

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Author’s Note: The sex will come; those of you who’ve read my first series (what’s written of it) know it’s my style to wait on that until I’ve built the story and characters up first Also, I use some possibly inflammatory terms, such as “faggot” and “retard.” Please know that I have nothing against any of those people, and don’t make fun of them in my life. People’s choices and birth are their business; it’s just part of the characters and story. ? Anyways, please leave comments and rate!

I woke up, feeling refreshed off of a good night’s rest of 9 hours. With my job taking up so much time out of my day and wanting to be able to please my girlfriend (and definitely be pleased by her), I don’t get much sleep these days. Not that I mind my time being taken up for either of those; I make 6 figures in salary and benefits, and I love my girlfriend so much! My name is Jason Lovett, and I live in sunny California with my girlfriend of 3 years, and work for a classified branch of the NSA, based out of San Francisco. Through high school, I knew I wanted to work in law enforcement, but after what I had seen my father go through before he was brutally murdered by the Triads for testifying in a trial against one of their upper members and being the key element in locking the Triad member away for multiple lifetimes, I didn’t want to just be a part of the “lower” echelon of police officers; I wanted much more. I pushed myself hard through high school, taking extra credit courses and even a few beginner Criminal Justice classes at the local community college, and gained a full-ride scholarship to San Francisco State University.

School was fun, but I was restless from the beginning and just wanted to get out into the world of what I pictured was like24; saving the world from nuclear holocaust multiple times. I sacrificed most of my time, taking 20 credits every semester, 2 courses every interterm, and 3 courses every summer. Thankfully, my father’s life insurance was able to pay for my living expenses. My mother didn’t use much of the money for the 4 years that she had lived after his death before going to the grave herself due to heart failure. Losing both parents before the age of 15 had been extremely difficult, but had served to push me along in my ambitions. After gliding through my first two years in college, I was on track to graduate in my junior year with a 4.0 if I could keep going exactly as I had been. However, my life had something else planned for it; this something else being named Kelsey. I thought back to that fateful day when I had met her.

“Jesus Christ, Tap, what’s with the 30 pages?” I asked my friend Charles Tappman, or as I called him Tap, about the term paper he was adding finishing touches to for the Advanced Medieval English Writing Style class that we were happy to finally be done with in one week. The minimum for the paper was 16 pages, single-spaced, 20 sources, etc.; a normal advanced English paper by any standard. Normally, no student would do more than the minimum; however, when you put a 5’5″ 115 lb. blonde babe in front of 40 horny males, anything can and will happen to win her affection. Already there had been several fights in the classroom, resulting in the dismissal of those students, and at least four classmates that I had seen had tried to get in her pants during class, as well. Those efforts usually resulted in the guy ending up on the ground in a ball trying to catch a breath after a brutal cup check. Only one guy I had ever seen had been able to even get out of the batter’s box and go on a date with her, but I had never heard anything about the date from the guy, so I assumed it ended badly.

Kelsey Capour was her name. She was gorgeous; way too attractive to be a college teacher. Fresh out of grad school at the tender age of 22, she was an early bloomer and used all of her wit and intelligence to drive the guys in her classes wild. Tap was no exception; he had been “smitten” since the first day of class. I use the word “smitten” loosely, as he usually had a girl for every day of the week and frequently couldn’t tell me the first letter of their first names. I wasn’t surprised though, as any red-blooded male, including me could get an instant boner just looking at her. Not that she tried to help that, however; she had to be the biggest tease I had ever seen. Tight suits that showed off her ample breasts and accentuated every one of her delicious curves; 4-inch heels that brought out her defined calves and perky, tight ass; hair always perfectly fixed in such a way to leave a few strands falling to frame her movie-star face; and always,alwaysa skirt 2 inches too short to leave the boys wanting more. If she bent over to pick up a piece of fallen chalk or plug in an errant computer power cord, you could taste the testosterone in the room. I had seen her suggestively place her hand a couple inches from some of the better-looking guys’ junk, only to walk away swishing her ass and hips seductively. kilis escort Tears of frustration had come to eyes on multiple occasions.

Not helped by how sexy the teacher was, I was having difficulty in the class; writing had never been my thing. Grammar was a piece of cake. Figure out the rule, see if something’s wrong with the sentence, and move on to the next one. Grammar is always objective. Writing, however, seemed to depend on the whims of the teacher and esoteric rules and regulation that I could never seem to get a handle on. I had already consulted with some of my more composition-minded classmates, but had no luck getting higher than a 75 on any of my papers. The tests and quizzes were my savior, though, and with a 100 on the final exam (easy enough) and a 100 on this paper (not so easy enough) I could pull of a 90 in the class, keeping my 4.0 GPA. With just a week left before we had to turn the paper in, I was out of options; I had to go to Kelsey for help. Currently, I was in line outside her office waiting behind three other guys wanting “help” in the class as well. More likely, help getting their raging boners down.

God almighty,I thought,you’ve all seen what she can do; don’t you think she’ll pick your ass apart once you get in there? I wouldn’t be surprised if…

My thoughts were broken off as Tap came out, dejected.

“I got nothing, dude. I used up the last of my lines on the love of my life, and she didn’t even bat an eye. Just shot me down as cold as everyone else. Fucking ice queen.”

“No way man! Don’t tell me you even used the butterfly line…”

“Yep,” Tap replied, “Even the butterfly one. Guess love is over for me. I’ll just go kill myself now.” Tap was training to be an actor, and had a real talent for it, shown by the look on his face that said he really might go do that. I knew him all too well, however, and called his bluff.

“OK, Tap. Just please leave the blood off my side of the room. I’d rather leave clean-up to housekeeping.”

“What the fuck ever, man. Some friend you are!” Tap replied to me with a look of indignation on his face, kept for a few seconds before he lost it. We slapped hands, did an awesome man-hug, and parted ways.

“Get ’em Tiger! She’s all yours now!” Tap said as he left.

“Fag!” I yelled back, laughing. “You know she can hear you!”

I knocked on the door and heard the answer to come in. I opened the door and stepped on in, looking around at the lavish office. I had heard rumors of how Kelsey, a rookie teacher at the school, was able to score such sweet digs; the smallest of which involved her banging the Dean of English, and the largest involving an elaborate affair with the president of the school, a 75-year old married man with grandchildren. I dismissed them all, but knew all rumors got started somewhere with some facet of truth.

“Well, Mr. Lovett,” Kelsey started, with a sly smile on her face, “what brings by my office today?”

Shit!I thought. I had lost the ability to think; the only thing I could focus on was her beautiful face. Thankfully, I didn’t go any lower, or I’d have lost it.

“Urr,”Urr? URR? What the hell is that supposed to mean to a fucking English teacher? Get it together fool!

“I need help with my paper,” I blurted out, 15 decibels too loudly.Nice. Now you look like you’ve never seen a person with boobs before. Fucking retard.

The look on her face said the same thing. She didn’t say anything though, just kind of sat there and studied me. I guess my “deer-in-the-headlights” look get through her defenses, though, and she asked to see my paper. I handed it to her without a word, and sat there dumbly while she rifled through it with a blank look, giving no signals away. Unfortunately, my mind was in overdrive, and what I thought to be a clever question got past the little man in my head and made it past my mouth too.

“So, judging from the look on the last few guys’ faces, I’d assume they weren’t looking for help with their paper?”Oops.

She looked up from my paper with a funny look on her face.

“Well, Mr. Lovett, why else would they be in here?”

My face burned with embarrassment, and I had no idea what to say. I’d had my fair share of girls in the past, but Kelsey turned my mind into mush. The only thing I knew to do was just get up and walk out, which is exactly what I started to do. As I reached for the doorknob, I heard her speak, but what she said didn’t really register for a few seconds.

“Wait! I thought you needed help with your paper? Listen, we’ve both had long days, and I can tell this office is getting to both of us; how about we go out for a bite to eat and talk about your paper?”

Umm,I thought,did I just unintentionally get a date with Kelsey? Damn…I can’t waste this opportunity.

“Yeah, that sounds really good actually, Miss Capour. I’d appreciate that.” Thankfully I had my speaking faculties back and could carry kırklareli escort a normal conversation.

“Only on one condition; don’t ever call me Miss Capour again. I’m 22, Jason. You’re a senior so what, I’m the same age as you?”

“No ma’am…I mean, no Kelsey; I’m just 20.”

“Wow…I have a smart one here then,” Kelsey said with a smile. “I want to change out of this stupid outfit; I can barely breathe! You would know the rules for faculty are made by all males…anyways, I’ll take you to my place if you don’t mind and change and freshen up. Are you fine with going as you are?”

“Yeah, I’m a guy; I’m always comfortable in jeans and a T,” I replied.

“Well, great! Come on, my car’s right outside.”

As I followed her into the hall, every guy and girl stared at me. All conversation ceased, and I felt everyone’s eyes burning into me. The guys were all whispering about what I had to do to get to follow her out, and most of the girls were checking me out, commenting on how they had never noticed me before.Nice!I thought.Even if nothing happens here, I’ve got plenty of other option now.I felt kind of bad about using Kelsey like that, but then I thought about all the guys that she had used, and my conscience left me alone after that.

Once we reached her one-bedroom apartment, furnished very tactfully with modern furniture and art, Kelsey got me a Coke and left me on the couch to watch ESPN while she showered and changed. I knew girls could be very long in “freshening up,” so I found her Xbox 360, started it up, and began my conquest of the NFL with the New England Patriots in the game Madden NFL 2012. I can be slightly vocal when I’m playing video games, and get very engrossed in them, so I didn’t notice that Kelsey had come out ready and had been watching me for several minutes.

“Well, you’re going to have to teach me how to play that sometime; I never have this much fun!”

I jumped and whipped around, accidentally letting go of the controller in the process, it flying across the room and landing on the hard granite floor in front of the fireplace before smashing into many smaller pieces against the brick where the fireplace was held.

“Urrr,” was all I could manage.

“Well,” Kelsey said with a genuine smile without missing a beat, “how about you teach me another time? Maybe after you take some hand-eye coordination classes.”

“Urrr, how about we stop at Wal-Mart before we hit the restaurant?” I asked her.

“Sure! I know how college students love their Wal-Mart!” Kelsey replied.

After our Wal-Mart stop where I replaced, much to her chagrin, her controller with a special-edition Modern Warfare 3 wireless controller, we went to Applebee’s. Not an upscale restaurant by any means, but still, great food and even better company. Once we had sat down and gotten our menus to order, I was able to take the first good look at her that I had ever been bold enough to take. Of course, hiding behind two large menus can help confidence levels tremendously.

Instead of wearing her normally tight clothes and hair up in all manner of fanciness, Kelsey had let her hair down and straightened it, giving her a more down-to-earth appearance. Not that it looked bad; on the contrary, I thought it made her look even more beautiful. Her face was flawless, accented perfectly by just the right amount of blush, foundation, and mascara that brought her eyelashes out to the point where when she blinked it gave me chills. She was wearing just the slightest bit of sky blue eyeliner which brought out her unbelievably electric blue eyes. She was wearing a slightly tight short-sleeve black blouse with a short black coat over it, and jeans that, again, accented everything in the correct way.Damn, this girl is one of the best fashion experts I’ve ever seen!I stared a little too long, though and we made eye contact above the menus. I didn’t keep it long enough to see her reaction, but my imagination was in overdrive. I heard a little giggle come from across the table, and looked up again. Kelsey was staring at her menu with a perfectly straight face.

“Was that…” I started, “was that a giggle that just came from the Ice Queen?”

Kelsey looked up at me, and then lost it. She just started dying laughing, right there in the middle of a crowded restaurant. I didn’t even give a shit. I was on a pseudo-date with an extremely beautiful, charming, sexy, intelligent, cultured woman who was laughing her ass off in the middle of a crowd. I soon started laughing hard too. After a few minutes our laughter died down and we just looked at each other, shaking our heads.

“Thank you, Jason. Ireallyneeded that; it’s been a tough week. Do you know how many guys don’t give a shit about humor or making me laugh or anything, and just want to see their dicks in my mouth? It’s horrifying when I think about it.”

“Well, considering who you are and the fact that they’re young karabük escort virile males; yeah, can understand it,” I said with a smile.

“Considering who I am?” she asked. “And…just what’s that supposed to mean, Jason?” Kelsey said with a look of questioning judgment on her face.

Shit. Another quandary I’ve gotten myself into. Yeah, when you think words like ‘quandary,’ shit like this will happen. Jesus, I’m losing it.

“I, uh, didn’t mean, uh, anything…”

“I’m just screwing with you Jason! Please, don’t make me start laughing again; I need to order!” Kelsey said, smiling again. She really looked so beautiful when she smiled.

After we ordered, she produced my paper and got to work critiquing it. She did it very tactfully; there were definite problems with it, but she really wanted me to get that A in her class. When we were almost done with our meals, and done with the paper, I really felt like I had a shot. With the A, I mean.

“Well,” Kelsey said as we stood up to leave, “I’ve had more fun on this date than in the last two semesters. Thank you so much Jason!”

“Hey, same thing here Kelsey!” I had opened up to her a lot more, and felt much at ease with her, like with an old friend. “I really, really enjoyed this time.”

After we drove back, she would have had to pass her apartment to get to my dorm and then come back, so she parked in front of her place. I walked her up to her door and started to think of what was going to happen here. I’m not stupid when it comes to girls; I’ve had my share of relationships, one night stands, and everything in between, so I knew what she was doing when she fumbled with her keys a little. I felt that there was more here than a one night stand, though, so I said goodbye and turned to leave. I felt her watching me the whole way until I rounded the corner. I got back to my room and, exhausted, lay down and went straight to sleep.

Over the course of the next interterm and semester, I went on seveal more “dates” with Kelsey. In name, they were to help me with other high-level English classes that I needed to take for my minor, obviously English; however, in reality, we were becoming very close. I knew we were very good friends, but I thought there was a good possibility there could be more feelings there. I knew there was for me, but wasn’t sure about Kelsey. However, I wasn’t willing to risk our friendship for one stupid question or even night; I’d let her make the first move.

That move came on one of our dates. We had been hanging out recently to just blow off some steam, so on one of those nights, after a good meal and some slow dancing (first time for me; I stepped on her feet at least 3 times) we were sitting in her car outside of her apartment.

“Jason,” Kelsey started, “I’ve…I’ve been meaning to talk to you about something…”

“Yeah Kels?” I had taken to calling her that as a show of friendly affection, and she didn’t object. “What’s up?”

“Every other guy, absolutely without exception, has by the third date tried to follow me inside my apartment. The first “date” we had, I thought you were going to. You’re cute enough; I would have had a good time. But there would have been nothing else, and I was ready to shut it down the very next day. But you didn’t follow me in. You just…walked away. And that…bothered me. I worried that I had lost it, or something. I went to the club the next night and picked up a guy with no troubles, had a good time, and regained my self-confidence. But I saw something else in you, something that I hadn’t ever seen in a guy before. I saw legitimate want for a friendship; of course I saw want for more, but I saw that you wanted my friendship badly enough that you were willing to give up what might have happened that night. I told myself if this lasts, then I might have found the one for me. And I still think that, and it still has lasted. I know you’re single, and I’ve also seen you turn other girls down. How long has it been since you’ve had sex?”

I didn’t really know what to say in light of all that Kelsey had just said, so I just answered her question, “Seven months; two months before I met you.”

“So,” she replied, “You’ve been saving yourself? For me?” I just nodded. Tears welled up in her eyes.

“Do you…” she choked up and trailed off. After regaining her composure, she continued. “Do you realize what that means to me? That you, a guy who had no signals from me regarding sex, saved yourselfin caseit ever happened? What if it didn’t? What if we both just moved on with our lives?”

I took a few minutes to think about this. I had thought about this before, what actually would happen if something happened to one of us to move us from the positions we were in then, but I wanted to word it just right.

“Kels, I couldn’t have moved on. If either one of us were going to go somewhere, I would have told you how I felt. Kels, I love you. Like, I legitimately love you. I love everything about you, and think you’re so far out of my league, that I would have gone for a porn star before I would have attempted to go on a date with you. But after getting to know you, and you getting to know me, I just feel this…connection with you. Kelsey, I love you, whether we have sex or not.”

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