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Solar time unit = year

planetary time unit = day

Sam could only shake his head, a thought warrior. He had tried to go through his memories to find exactly what it was.

“I’m sorry,” Sam told Fino. “I can’t seem to recall what they were.”

Fino took a deep breath; this was going to take a bit to explain. “It was more of a secret arm of the protectorate. They had been conditioned so that they could protect. Unlike most of the population, they could actually act out to violence with violence. It was basically in response to the discovery of the Tetricon elite.”

Sam was nodding this much he had pretty much guessed. “If they were needed so badly, why wasn’t something done to help them? It seems obvious that the conditioning unbalanced some of them.”

“It wasn’t that east Sam, those that could help them couldn’t. They couldn’t take the number of violent ideas that the thought warriors had. The few that tried had near mental break downs.” Fino replied.

“I’m sure that eliminating all of them wasn’t necessary.” Sam said then looked at Fino, “Oh I see. Rather than fix the problem that you people created, you just got rid of them. No matter that they weren’t showing signs or not. Shit! Here you called the Tetricons barbaric!” Sam spit out.

“You have to understand Sam, we had no choice. The simple fact that, I was a part of that, left an extremely bad taste in my mouth. I never want to have to do anything like that again.” Fino said a look of horror on his face.

Sam could only shake his head, so far everything that he remembered about the Cliverstone people, was true. Then again, this thought warrior was of his most concern at the moment, that plus the power mad Tetricons, the pissed off Thantas. Then, there was these elites that seemed to want no part of what the council wanted. Then there was the elite’s captured offspring. Oh yeah! Let’s not forget the new power he was still feeling.

Fino watched the emotions play across Sam’s face. He could really sympathize with Sam in that respect. There were many times that, the full weight of the world seemed to be on his shoulders. In this case though, there really wasn’t much he nor the others could really do to help. Well, all but one, one that might be the death of all of them if they lost control.

Finally, Sam decided that he wasn’t going to solve all the problems right now. He put away all that there was nothing he could do at the moment.

“I have to go, I am hoping that all of you can help defend this world, if they decide to try and take it.” Sam said then turned to check on the others.

Not far away he entered a tent like enclosure. There, he saw that both Drivas and Thellus were laying on the cots he’d left them on.

“So, what’s the prognosis?” He asked his mother, Triann.

Triann turned to Sam a slight smile on her lips. “I’m not sure how you have done it, they both are continuing to change. Thankfully, it appears as if they are only progressing one percent every few hours. Much more conducive to their health than the large jumps they made earlier.”

Sam blew out a breath, he’d hoped that this would work when he started it. “I’m glad, I wasn’t sure that it would work when I initiated it.”

Triann nodded as she watched Sam closely, Sam’s concern for both the females was heartening to her. Hmmm, she thought, perhaps, the newest generation of the Cliverstone race was closer to reality than she thought.

Walking to the tall blonde, Triann ran a small black box over the blonde’s body. “This one I am reading at ninety five percent Cliverstone. Another day she should be complete. This one,” Triann walked to the Auburn haired Thellus. “I am reading at ninety three percent Cliverstone. The first almost complete converts in nearly six hundred solar time units. Possibly another day and a half she should be complete.”

Triann was about to speak further when Mellos burst in. “YOU!” She shouted at Sam who was rolling his eyes. “I am ready to go with you, I am as strong as you, don’t deny it.”

Sam sighed, “I don’t…” Sam started, then found his self, flying through the wall of the enclosure. Following close on his heels, flying behind him, was Mellos with an angry look on her face.

Damn Sam thought, that actually hurt as he rubbed his chin. Dropping to the ground, he stood his ground as Mellos came at him full speed. Her fist in front of her, she tried to fly faster when she saw Sam on his feet. Growling Sam doubled up his fists swinging at Mellos almost full strength.

The blow caught Mellos by surprise sending her flying backwards. A small smile crossed her mouth as she felt her power increase several percent. Good she thought, let him deny me now, ah shit was her last thought as the world went dark.

Sam looked down at his bruised and tender hands, Shit, that had been like hitting a brick wall, she was most definitely a hell of a lot stronger. Might have to take her up on that offer, he thought as he watched the bruises start to fade.

Not far away, Thantas was floating göztepe escort beside a still unconscious Triot, whose face was still in the dirt. Thantas rolled her eyes, it was obvious to her that the two of them liked each other. They must as they both had the power to seriously hurt the other.

For some strange reason, she had a swelling of pride in her chest. She briefly shook her head why she thought? They weren’t family, though she did have a massive amount of gratitude for Sam saving her.

Once again as before, there were memories right at the fringe of her mind. At least this time, she wasn’t plagued by the earth-shaking headaches like she had before.

Distracted a moment, she didn’t see Sam turn her way the make his way toward her. Sam stopped next to her, looking at Triot. “Still unconscious huh? Sam asked.

A small smirk came to her lips, “yes, I intend to keep him that way as long as possible. Though,” her she looked down at Triot. “I have no qualms about ending his existence, uh… if he acts up.”

Sam was nodding his head, “I can only ask you not to if possible. I still have questions for him, though not too many.”

Thantas was nodding her assent when Triot groaned. A wicked smile crossed Thantas’ face as she drew back her foot kicking Triot in the head. Looking at a slightly astonished Sam she said, “what?! Just making sure he stays quiet”

“I want you to watch over all of them, I have a meeting with the elite and another that I have felt. It also has a great hatred of the council as the elite do. We need to come up with a plan to free their offspring.” Sam told her. “Oh, Also, I think that Mellos is ready.” Rubbing his chin, Thantas smiled.

“I know, I saw that hit she got in. She might be as strong if not stronger than I am. Though,” here Thantas looked in the direction she last seen Mellos flying. It might depend just how long she’s out. You did put a lot into that last hit, not sure I could’ve resisted it.” Thantas said a warm smile on her face.

“Ha!” Sam said with a smirk. “She’s a lot stronger than I thought, has been the whole time.”

Thantas shook her head, “if she’s that strong why did you refuse her help?”

“Unlike you whom I wanted to grow stronger before we did anything, she caused me doubts. You know how she was, the killings, stealing, being a general nuisance. I wasn’t sure ’til I did the last healing if it was going to actually help her. Dealing with the mind is something I am completely unfamiliar with. I…” Sam was saying when he was interrupted.

“It is really bad form to discuss someone, while they are standing right here.” Came the snide voice of Mellos.

Sam rolled his eyes as he turned to see Mellos there with her arms crossed.

“I’ll apologize later, for now I’d say you’re ready. The thing is we are going to meet Tetricon elites. They haven’t had contact with the ones here in a long time. I have already spoken with them, the only oddity in all this is the other elite that was recently revealed.” Sam said noticing that Mellos just nodded as if she was completely aware of the situation.

Hmmm, Sam thought, something is going on here. I’m really not liking being kept in the dark like this. Here he thought that he could honestly depend on her. Now, he was starting to have doubts again. This time it was Sam who crossed his arms as he stared at Mellos.

“What?” Mellos said uncertainty on her face.

“You want to go with me, expecting me to trust you when I can see that you are clearly lying to me. I can put up with a lot from you Mellos, not this. Your reaction to the news that there was another elite out there was far too accepting. So, wanna explain? Or do I just leave you here, as you know I can.” Sam slightly growled at Mellos.

A look of astonishment on her face, suddenly dropped to concern. “I suspected a few that I met, so I am sure that it was one of them. Though at the time none of them showed that much power. Which one it is though I am unsure.”

Sam could only stare at her; she was a hell of a lot closer to disclosing the whole truth though not completely. Still, Sam just stood there his arms crossed as he waited for Mellos to continue.

“I am still not so sure you are telling me the truth. With all that we have been through, you still can’t trust me? Here you want to help me, AND have me trust, you? I’m going to need a hell of a lot more, if that is going to happen.” Sam said sternly to Mellos.

“I can’t really be sure,” Mellos said. When I was so unstable, I often suspected my helper. There were times that his power would spike I was so certain he was one. Just as suddenly, it would drop to nothing, as I said, I suspected though wasn’t sure.”

“See?” Sam said. “That wasn’t so hard now, was it?”

Mellos released a deep sigh. “It was far harder than you thought. I have been ‘bad’ so long, untrusting so long, it was hard, still is. Damnit Sam, I am just starting to adjust to how I am, here you wat to push it? çorlu escort You have a hell of a lot more confidence in me than I have.”

Sam was agreeing up to the last part. “I know what you are capable of, now. I can also see all the changes that have taken place within you. Confidence? No, I know, so get used to it! No, I have an appointment to keep, if you want in, be ready.”

Mellos nodded her head as her eyes opened wide. A moment later Sam nodded to her, then Thantas as he leaned close to her patting her on the shoulder. “Watch them well, with luck we should be back in less a day.”

Thantas nodded when Sam walked to Mellos, then they both shot skyward. A small sigh escaped her lips as she turned to look at Triot, then the others. Strange she thought as she started to feel as if something slipped in her mind. What the hell she thought, grasping her head she started to have an overwhelming flood of memories in her mind.

Not far away, Triann was watching the whole exchange. The moment Thantas grabbed her head, Triann had to fight to hold herself back. Triann also felt a great pang in her chest, if what was about to happen, happened, they might see Thantas lose control a few moments.

Alerting her mate, Fino appeared a moment later concern etched on his face. Shaking her head, she pointed toward Thantas who’d now fallen to her knees. “I fear that the time is drawing near my mate.” Triann told her mate

Fino’s mouth had dropped open as he could only nod his agreement. “If he did what it appears he did then, I am afraid I am in complete accordance with you.”

Fino held his mate close whispering, “it is hoped that this, doesn’t mark the second possible death of our race.”

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Then Doctor laughed evilly watching the two offspring of the elites scream. He’d never thought of using this invention on his own kind. Ah! The screams they were issuing were so refreshing.

The oldest of the two young Tetricons, gripped what his female parental unit had slipped it. It was taking all its power to keep the pain from effecting it. The siphoning device it clutched tightly was working perfectly. Unfortunately, ’til its parental units attacked again, it wouldn’t be able to use it. Already it could see that the power capacity was at half, though they would need it full if this was going to work.

Looking beneath it, the older sibling was taking almost all the pain being forced on it. This was the only thing the older one could see to do, its younger sibling was after all two hundred solar units younger.

The doctor left them a few moments later, he had to check on the joined council. Without his supervision there was no telling what trouble they could get into. One last look at the offspring had the Doctor feeling that everything was finally starting to go his way.

Traveling the many miles in minutes, the Doctor laughed at the terror that these simple humanoid beings were feeling. Ah! It was so good to be free of that accursed humanoid body, to feel his full power as it throbbed within the body, he was meant to be in.

Inside the council chambers, several emotionless techs, stepped aside to allow the Doctor to observe the readings they were getting. The Doctor nodded as he moved around the room to see each and every readout.

The Doctor reached out feeling the melded council. {I need a report now, where are you?} The Doctor’s thoughts said.

A moment later the image of the melded council appeared before the Doctor. “Lord Doctor, we followed the Cliverstone ’til he escaped back into Queen Triada’s Triad. We then started to follow the elites as ordered. At the moment they are holding station near the border of said Triad. The other that you felt was moving away from the triad far faster than we could follow. We lost his energy signature within moments.”

The Doctor’s eyes went wide, they had lost it? Only a full Cliverstone or an elite had that kind of speed. “I suggest that you continue to look for it. Though I do advise caution. If this is another full Cliverstone we might have a problem. If it is as I suspect another elite we have missed, then perhaps it can be persuaded to join us.”

“All will be done as you command. Do you wish us to continue to watch the two elites? They have grown quite powerful in the last few planetary time units. Should we not enact their destruction codes before they discover them?” The melded council asked.

The Doctor was in thought a few moments before he answered. “No, it doesn’t really matter if they do. Once they are inserted, they can never be removed. The only way to prevent it, is to deactivate them. As I am sure you know those codes died with our planet.”

A truly wicked laugh came from the melded image a moment later. “So, whether or not we activate them, we will always have the threat over them. A very astute solution to this problem.”

The Doctor’s eyes were wide, then he nodded. Perhaps they ümraniye escort weren’t as apparently stupid as he had at first thought.

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Just beyond the border of Queen Triada’s Triad, both elites were waiting. They had already been in contact with Sam so they knew what to expect.

Both Mellos and Sam accelerated toward the portal quite a distance from the border. Both elites felt the energy build up then nodded to each other. They also accelerated, seeming to disappear within seconds.

It was a mere hour later that Sam and Mellos exited the portal. Feeling the direction, they had just been, Sam could see that the elites would take at least another hour.

Sam let Mellos know as he, then she, descended toward the planet. Landing with a slight thud, Sam started to feel for the other that he’d talked to not long ago.

Mellos was looking everywhere for the source of power that she was feeling. She could swear that the energy felt like the male that used to help her. She’d seen her destroyed space craft, having thought that the male had perished with it.

Sam was watching Mellos closely, if as she thought this was her helper, this could go bad real fast.

A movement near a body of water had Sam on guard. He’d had enough with those he’d just met trying to destroy him.

“Alright,” Sam said his voice slightly raised. “I’m here, the others are on their way, shouldn’t be long now.”

A slight movement from the water caught Sam’s attention. A large black body arose from the depths of the water, then walked toward them.

“So,” the creature said slowly. “you are the one that traced me here. I had thought that no-one could do that.” Then the creature looked closer at Sam. “Are you… what, is called a Cliverstone?”

am looked back at Mellos then nodded yes, “actually we both are.”

“Both?” The creature asked looking around Sam espying Mellos. “You!” It started staring at Mellos. “You I know, though I can’t seem to recall your name. Then again I can’t seem to recall mine neither.”

Mellos stepped forward, taking a deep breath. “If you are whom I think you are, I remember you saying a name once.” Mellos stopped, not wanting to continue ’til she was asked to say it.

The creature shook its head, a slight feeling of stabbing pain in its head. “I…” the creature started then fell flat to the ground pain apparent in its voice.

Mellos sighed as she waited, for some strange reason she felt she should wait. They both watched as the creature struggled to beat the pain.

Just as suddenly the pain faded, the creature looked at Sam then Mellos. “I had a great many memories open up. I remember back before you found me Mellos. whether or not you believe it you saved me. I was dying when you happened by that planet. I am glad you were as you were, without the cruelty I know I would have expired.”

“Here I thought you would be angered at me.” Mellos started. “I…”

At that moment several bolts of energy struck the ground around the creature. Both elites dropped from the sky between the creature and both Sam and Mellos.

“So, you abomination!” Hissed the female, “you survived. It figures a coward like you would. Let us dispense with this putrid piece of flotsam. She said to Sam and Mellos.

“Wait!” Sam yelled causing both the elites to hesitate. “This one has no real memory beyond ten years ago. I understand you take care of your own, though I ask you to reconsider a moment.”

Both elites whirled to stare at Sam, what was going on? This coward had run when the fighting had started, well what little of it there was.

“I found him a few years ago, almost dead on a planet I visited. Even in my sick condition, I could tell he would be an asset to me. It took a while to get him better, at that time he had no memory, still doesn’t actually.” Mellos explained.

Both elites stared a moment then started to scan the one Mellos had talked about. “So, you didn’t run, you were following orders, though fake they did appear to be very real.” Turning both elites nodded to Sam. It appears that this one was used then discarded as so much flotsam. This feels like the doctor’s work.”

“If it is as you say, then he has as much distrust of the council as we all do.” Sam said.

“Well,” the male started, “it is there though. He has a great of his mind wiped, or so it seems, the fact that he has regained the last ten solar time units is promising.” Here the male place it appendage on the head of the one without much memory.

“You might want to step back this isn’t going to be pleasant.” With that said, the male’s appendage started to glow. A few moments later the male without much memory started to scream, with increasing volume.

The elite male withdrew its appendage. “I am not sure if it will open any more. Without more of his memories, I am afraid he won’t be able to access most of his power. Not a good end for an elite.” The male elite stated. “I…” The male stopped looking at the sky.

Sam’s head snapped toward the sky also as he stretched out his hands. “Go outside the atmosphere. I want this to look as if you are trying to get through, GO!” Sam urged the two elites as they rocketed skyward. “You are going to have to add all you can to this shield. I am still not powerful enough to hold all nine of them off.”

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Author’s Note: This story takes a bit before it gets to the sex. If you’re looking for instant gratification, look elsewhere. Big thanks to VeeBird for taking the time to help me out with editing. As always, thanks for reading and I hope you enjoy the story.

Spoiler Tags: Reincarnation, Harem, Magic, Soul Mates, Kitsune, Monster Girl, Transformation, First Time, Shyness, Submission, Orc, Adventure

Prologue

The explosion tore apart my unit, shaking the sky with the force of the shockwave. Shielded by my lieutenant, I only felt a fraction of the blast, and even that was enough to rattle my brain. My muscles shook as I pulled myself out of the dirt. The shaking was not from exhaustion, although I had trouble standing minutes before. I was trembling from an explosive mixture of rage, despair, and resignation. My sadness was not for my comrades, recently released from their duty. No, my tears mingled into the sweat and blood on my face for the void that they had left within me upon their passing. Suddenly, I felt no weariness, fear, sadness, or emptiness. All I was left with was an inferno twisting inside my chest. It fueled my muscles, and I was in turn fueled by the frantic beating of my heart that was trying to escape from the cage of my chest. I felt as if I would explode from the intensity of the blood raging through my body.

I started channeling my mana, my body acting on well honed instinct. The voice inside my head that pleaded for caution burned away, fuel to the fire in my chest, roasted in the pyre of my need for vengeance.

They would pay for this, I am no longer weak, no longer will I let others dictate my life.

I would etch my worth into the center of the forces that opposed and stole them from me. Pulling off my helmet, I knelt to the earth and drew up what remained of my power from the dregs of my soul.

This would be the last spell I would ever cast. The energy necessary to sustain my life sacrificed to its completion.

My life for a chance at vengeance… I accept. Not like I had other options anyway.

A silver energy like a vaporous liquid mercury pooled in my hand as I started to fashion the essence of my soul into a weapon of malice. There would be a grace period before reality would catch up to claim its debt, and I would use this time to complete my final mission for my squad. The silver energy coruscated as it spun in a double helix in both directions until it was a rod nearly five feet in length. The light gathered at top point of the rod and pulsed briefly blinding in its brilliance. Instinct directed my arm to dip the haft into a pool of blood oozing out of my late lieutenants lower half. When I raised the spear the liquid had coalesced into a winged spear tip. The tip gained bright crimson along the wings before darkening into a sinister obsidian point. That point seemed to slice the fabric of the air as it drifted, following my trembling arm, leaving a echo of black streak in its passing.

The tip was an embodiment my comrades rage and hunger for vengeance. Its core consisted of a piece of my soul into which I poured the remainder of my mana. The central shaft let out pulses of brilliance through whorled patterns engraved on its burnished silver haft as the spell was completed. This artifact of immeasurable strength would be the pride of mastercraftsman mages ten times my strength, too bad it only cost one’s life to achieve it. Taking a deep breath, I looked up from the spear, eyes scanning my surroundings. Looking for targets.

~ ~ ~

The marauders emerged from the forest to look upon the devastation their ambush had wrought. A mishmash of people, obviously poorly nourished and dirty from so much time spent in the wilderness. They cheered as they saw how successful their trap had been. A man better dressed than the others, with a jeweled sword pommel strapped to his side and a belly that showed no lack of victuals, turned to the band.

“You have done well today my friends. The traitorous fiends who support the subhumans shall continue to feel our blades until the world is cleansed from it. Upon that day we shall return home as heroes to embrace our loved ones in a world made safer by our actions.” The captain finished his speech and stared out at his band of twenty. He noticed they were not cheering in their usual reaction to his rallying speech, and were instead looking over his shoulder at the explosion crater. The dust had begun to clear, revealing a lone man, blood running down his ears, staring intently at a silver object in his hand.

“Shit a mage”, he swore to himself. “We need to kill him before he kills us all.” The captain pulled his sword and let out a war cry and started to charge at the enemy, galvanizing his forces to action.

The mage didn’t seem to notice the lives that poured into the ground; his eyes simply trace the whorled loops that the sparkling tipped traced through the air. When that pattern intersected artvin escort with flesh and bone it didn’t pause or slow, it continued on its way, unhurried and unstoppable.

~ ~ ~

I moved in a seeming bubble of muted silence as the spear twitched, half guiding itself through the intricate dance.

Sever an arm. Remove that leg. Duck the sword Break that axe while splitting his neck.

Reading the battlefield as if I’d lived each moment a thousand times, like an old dance with an beloved partner, knowing each and every motion, every step and dip the other would take before they even performed it. The enemy numbers dwindled under my assault, their remaining number growing evermore horrified at my relentlessly efficient reaping of lives. Only twelve of the initial twenty something were now standing on the battlefield. Friend and foes limbs and viscera mixed in the dirt as the enemy force started to break and flee from the battlefield.

I continued slaughtering my opponents long after they’d given up the fight. A bloodthirsty grin pulled up the corners of the my mouth.

I will show them how right they were to fear magic. They will, ever so briefly, know what it means to be hunted.

Pulling a ceramic necklace out of my shirt I grasped it tightly before throwing it to the ground. I looked around counting fleeing figures that had thus far escaped my wrath.

Four. Easily within the capabilities of my rainy day charm. I brought my foot down on the teleportation charm and vanished with a thundercrack, the air collapsing into the vacuum of space I just exited. One after another, the fleeing fighters had the greatest shock of their life as they watched a man appear out of in air before a glittering light with a tip of darkness burst through their chest. The final marauder gave what sounded to be a sigh of relief as I pulled the spear from his chest and he collapsed onto his face, his eyes already staring lifelessly into the distance, a jeweled sword falling from his limp grasp.

A seeming eternity of action finally ended as my eyes refocused on my surroundings confirming that I was standing alone at the end of a trail of carnage that both disgusted me, yet also filled me with a tainted sense of satisfaction. Like a candle running out of fuel the anger inside of my flickered before extinguishing, leaving me hollow. I was upright for a single fraction of a second before a crashing tide of sadness and weariness capsized me. I sank into the dirt as the weight of loss crushed to me to my knees. Staring into the falling rain, the world seemed to mourn with me, the tears falling down my cheeks echoed by the leaves of the tree I knelt under. The darkness at the edge of me vision creeped inward as I crawled closer to the tree that was riddled with pockmarks from the explosion, lightly smoking as curling wisps of smoke crept out of the darkened holes. Leaning on the tree, I slid to the ground, finally releasing the spear as I welcomed the encroaching darkness to the forefront of my mind.

A pair of golden eyes emerged from the brushes across the valley from my unconscious body. The eyes were attached to golden fox who had watched the ambush and subsequent extermination with some interest.

~ ~ ~

I had never seen such an violent display of magical mastery in my twenty three years of life. Looking around cautiously, I ensured that I was alone before creeping forward into the valley. The magical weapon next to the fallen man drew my attention, it’s bloodlust quieted, now radiating a steady outpouring of settling magical power, distorting the air with its raw energy. I wrinkled my nose at the smell of exploded gunpowder and the pungent copper of freshly spilled blood.

A subtle scent underneath the blood caught my attention, I filled my lungs to capture as much of it as possible, the scent luring me into deeper and deeper breaths. Then the realization struck me like an edict from a god, one of the particularly smitey ones.

No. Nononono. Not now. Not with him, I thought, hurrying to the fallen man. The smell of cinnamon and honey flowed into my lungs as my soul thrummed in proximity to its counterpart.

Bonded. My bond-mate is in danger, I thought, frantically shifting into human form to check him for wounds.

A hazy image superimposed itself over the fox like heat waves radiating off a desert dune and where once a fox crouched now a young girl stood.

Not quite reaching six feet of height, I had sharp features that were softened by my silky brunette hair that fell unencumbered around my face. The same burnet color could be seen on a sleek tail that sprouted from my lower back, and hung slack and lifeless, trailing along the ground with worry. The color of the tail lightened to a creamy white at the tip which was currently sweeping the dirt in agitation. Not seeing any obvious cause for unconsciousness aydın escort I opened my aural sight to check his energy levels. Hyperventilating in distress at what I saw, I frantically pulled his limp form into an embrace, the void in his soul damning him. I tried to desperately pour my energy into him but it just slid off of his ingrained defenses to foreign magic.

Sobbing into his neck I felt his body twitch and I started, a bud of hope blossoming. His eyes opened for a second and I stared in surprise. Locking onto mine, his deep blue eyes had a small circle of dusty brown encircling the pupil. I shivered as I felt a whisper thin tingle, uncoiling in my stomach, accompanying a deep thrumming noise as the fledgling mating bond established itself. Like a well tuned guitar strings the bond thrummed with the harmonic energy of creating between us. He blinked up at me, his eyes slowly flapping up and down like a butterflies wings, as the tears slipped down my face falling onto his chest. His lips gave a small twitch somewhere between a smile and a grimace before closing his eyes and falling limp in my arms. I wailed my despair into the universe, the soft drizzle of rain onto the ground it’s only response.

~ ~ ~

I slowly drifted back to awareness, amazed at the lack of pain, expecting an unbearable agony agony at the spiritual hole in my metaphysical self. Even more amazing was the realization that I was being held by someone. Soft thighs caressed my back and I felt a gentle warmth on my neck. Summoning my will, I barely managed to wrench my eyes open. I was rendered twice mute by the sweetest sight of my briefly remaining life, the softly angular features of one of the most beautiful woman I had ever seen. Tufted triangles poked out from the top of her head and a soft tail whipped across my thighs in agitation. The most striking thing about her were her light brown eyes that bordered on golden in the drizzling rain. She was a kitsune, one of the elusive fox ladies that was part of the demihuman magical creatures I was fighting to protect.

I hope the sundering is successful so that the world won’t be deprived of this kind of beauty.

Tears splashed down her face as I tried to smile at her reassuringly but the inexorable cold collected in my chest and pulled what little warmth that remained from me, as well as my consciousness, into the void for the final time.

~ ~ ~

I saw his spirit slowly slip out of his body as he fell limp. I braced myself for the aftershock of the shattering bond, clutching his body to my chest. The stories told me it was incomparable torment as half of your soul was ripped from you leaving tattered remnants floating in the aether. Then… nothing. The fledgling bond held true, its warmth still radiating deep in my core. A relieved giggle that edged on hysterical burst from my chest.

He would return, his soul had not gone to its final rest.

A smile lit up my face.

He would return and I would be there to finish we’d started. But first… a burial.

~ Jack ~

Startled awake, I clutched my chest, soaked in sweat and breathing fast and shallow.

Damn, dying in dreams always leaves me unnerved. What a dream. It felt so realistic, such emotion, that deep and encompassing rage. Followed by the inevitability and resignation as I slowly slipped away.

I shivered slightly at the recollection. Wiping the moisture off my forehead, I tried to control my breathing, and, through that, control the nervous sweat so I didn’t look like a junky suffering from withdrawal during class. As my panting slowed, I tasted the air experimentally as a scent tickled some forgotten memory. It smelled of woodsmoke and citrus as it danced through my senses. Shrugging, I dropped the elusive scent from my thoughts, the lingering memory of the dream fading.

Pulling myself off the bench I had been using as a makeshift bed, I slung my makeshift backpack/pillow over my shoulder, making my way out of the study room. My mind was still haunted by the desperation I saw in the golden eyes of my dreams.

What had she needed from my dream self?

The thought kept my attention as I drifted through my calc one course, letting the professor’s voice filter unimpeded between my ears. I wasn’t worried about falling behind as this was mainly a review from the calc course I had taken in high school. The only reason I’d chosen this course was to ease myself into the college life. New living conditions, no friends or family and brand new freedom were heady enough drugs that I felt I could use a course that I didn’t have to worry about. It helped that I wasn’t in a rush to get done with college, and my full ride scholarship was dependent on grades, so a couple of freebie courses were not going to go amiss. I was a loner in a strange place and my first attempt at reaching out to a potential friend had been an balıkesir escort unmitigated disaster. I slouched more firmly into my seat as I contemplating the view of those deep golden eyes, disturbed by the sadness in them.

~ Tara ~

Strolling through the campus of a state college, I tried to puzzle out its name while I watched nubile young faces as they wandered around, lost during their first weeks of classes.

This makes me feel less lonely. Which is kind of depressing considering I’m alone in the crowd.

I sighed wearily. Many years and miles had passed without anyone special, and the loneliness hung heavy on my mind. Although, I had reason to hope my solitude would be soon come to an end. My naiad friend Lily had dropped me a mysterious voicemail mentioning the ‘weave’ and this campus.

Whatever its name is. It won’t hurt to hang around awhile. Not like I have anywhere better to be. Although auntie might say otherwise.

Don’t get me wrong, I loved my aunt, it’s just that sometimes she could be a little… intense, and sometimes I took any opportunity I had to put some distance between us.

I lied down onto a public bench, the sun kissing my skin and warming it in a luxurious fashion. Closing my eyes, I listened to the soothing chatter of pedestrians as it mingled with the light breeze.

I awoke lying full length across the bench. My dreams had been full of the one and only contact I’d had with my bonded. Although the events went differently than the tragic past. In my dream, I’d managed to save the dying man, quickly wooing him and the moment before we consummated, my excitement drove dream away.

Sighing loudly, I draped one hand over my forehead, shading my eyes from the setting sun. It was among the more pleasant variations of the recurring dream, although, as always, I was frustrated that it’d left me on edge.

What wouldn’t I give for just five more minutes?

Wiping away a spot of drool that had encrusted the side of my mouth I blinked away my last vestiges of sleep. Yawning, I stretched my hands out over my head and rolled my neck to relieve the stiffness. The wind was blowing slightly stronger then when I’d fallen asleep, shifting directions in a temperamental manner, as it often did here in the midwest. My stomach grumbled slightly as it protested my neglectful treatment. Easing myself off the bench, I started towards the campus union, hoping to pick up some food before heading out of town. I paused, muscles tensing, holding me absolutely still as the shifting wind brought the whisper of his scent to my nostril. I barely dared to hope. Snuffling brought the scent more firmly into my sinuses and taste buds.

Honey and cinnamon. I’ve waited so long to taste you again.

I breathed deep, the details of the scent causing me to shiver involuntarily in anticipation, like an addict cat taking a hit of the catnip. I abandoned my strolling walk, stalking the scent, following it’s path as it led away from my impromptu napping spot.

He walked right past me and I missed him.

The scent was relatively fresh and I didn’t want to lose him…again. He was close and my wait was finally over.

~ Jack ~

Yawning, I maneuvered my way through the union hallways. My nap had done little to combat my recent proclivities of late night video gaming. Normally, I liked to walk outside, but the currently gusting wind had tried to drive it’s chill deep into my bones, and forced me to seek shelter. The wind usually made a nice contrast to the muggy humidity of the fall, but this wind had a hint of the imminent winter’s bite. Mentally steeling myself to go back into it’s chilly teeth, I rounded the last bend that led outside, the hallway acting as a runway to the entranceway. I noticed the tall woman rushing through the door, but kept my head down. Her hair had blown about her head in a frazzled manner, the beautiful brown tresses a sacrifice to the greedy wind god.

I smiled at the silly thought. Using my peripherals, I tried to look a little closer, without being obvious about it.

She stopped in the middle of the hallway, blocking my progress. She was almost as tall as me, probably somewhere around five-eleven a shade under my six-foot even. She wore nondescript tennis shoes that led to jeans that were tight on her shapely curves, while still remained tasteful. A plain black v-cut t-shirt with short black sleeves topped the ensemble by hugging her generous assets. This all was noticed in an instant but ignored in favor of the burning pools of golden amber that were locked on my with a fierce intensity. I swallowed around the awkwardness of getting caught staring.

Also, why does she look like she wants to eat me?

~ Tara ~

The scent now filled my mind. I was drowning in the sweet scent of honey and cinnamon. Stopping in the hallway, I took note of the scrawny young man standing in front of me. He had short brown tresses that draped about his head in an unconcerned fashion, falling just on the wrong side of needing a haircut. He was thin, but not unhealthy, in his appearance. He wore a pair of running shoes with loose jeans and a baggy shirt advertising some band I was unfamiliar with. I locked eyes with his hazel ones as I felt the buried bond quiver and start to unspool.

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Foreword First my thanks to LegMann for his editing. Second all there is no under age sex here. And Last sorry for the wait and I hope you enjoy the latest installment of R.O.W.

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RISE OF THE WARLOCK

Deals

My sister sighed against my neck and I smiled briefly as I considered what to do. In the immediate future I knew I had to get my sister to her own bed. Then I would need to find a way to keep my family safe while I dealt with Lord Dick eater and the T.K.K.

The info I was given held a bit of background information on the Krew as well as a list of the leaders and where to find them. What I inferred was that Lord Avery didn’t care about the Krew so much as eliminating its leaders. Why I didn’t know. All I knew was that they in some way threatened his influence.

As for my family, I couldn’t simply lock them in this house, use magic to ward my land, and curse anyone who attempted to get on it until I could figure this shit out.

“Fuck,” I muttered. I slipped out of bed, but not before placing a small charm upon my sister to keep her sleeping. I checked the time on my phone – it was a little before five. Made sense. I rarely slept more than four hours. I dressed in a pair of sweats, put on a pair of socks then lifted up my sister to carry her to her own room.

Completing that task I checked the living room and as I thought, our clothes were still there. I picked them up, placed her clothes in her room, and mine in a hamper in the mud room.

I turned on the TV and watched Tom and Jerry as I began working out a rough plan. First, I needed to even the playing field with Avery. As I saw it at the moment, I was a pawn in his game. Not a good place to be – after all, pawns are meant to be used and sacrificed. Second, I did want to deal with the T.K.K. They did murder my mother after all, and they were into some seriously messed up shit.

Lastly, I needed power. The soul was a powerful thing, but you could only use so much energy before you did real damage to yourself. I also needed more resources. I considered and discarded plans one after another. All in all I was worrying myself to death.

Sighing, I sat down on the floor. Taking a classic meditative pose, I began to breath in and out, in and out. Part of learning to strengthen my body through the use of magic had me learning to meditate. There were various meditative techniques to achieve different results. Part of the eastern understanding of magic was not to amass a huge reserve of energy, but to purify the existing energy within to achieve greater results with less.

However, what I was doing now was just putting myself in a state of pure thought. This way all my problems would clarify themselves… at least that’s how it was supposed to work. Sadly all I achieved was the settling on something I already knew, and that was that I didn’t know enough.

So there was only one thing I could do: deal with the small problem first, and work my way up to the larger. By that I meant dealing with the T.K.K., and not in the way Lord Jerk Off wanted. I was going to perform a “Sam Axe” special and give the jerks half of what they wanted.

That Afternoon

I waved as the two cars drove down the driveway. My Aunt’s van led the way and Daphne followed behind. Daphne had taken quite a bit off time off work, and as for the others, there was the school year that they needed to finish up. It was only because of spring break that they had stayed as long as they did.

I pulled the burner cell I had been given from my pocket and called the only number programmed on it. The phone rang twice then it was answered. “I’ll do it,” I said, then hung up and popped the back off, pulled the battery, slipped out the SIM card, and tossed the pieces in the garbage can by the garage.

So for the next few weeks as school worked its way to finishing for the graduating classes, I went through, and re-went through, all the information contained on the USB flash drive.

I found the perfect target to begin with. His name was Jake Bosch. Bosch was a wannabe rapper who only got big due to his association with the T.K.K. From the few tracks of his music I found on YouTube he was a truly dreadful rapper. Under the name J Bomb, he had a short career as a performing artist that failed miserably. However, with the backing of the T.K.K. he started his own recording studio and opened up a few clubs.

The clubs and the studio were all a money laundering front. The T.K.K. gave him dirty cash and he cleaned it and returned it to the gang. That was the entirety of what I had on him. Bosch worked out of a club in downtown Grand Rapids called Paradise.

Surveillance

Paradise… shitty name… anyhow, Paradise was located on the edge of downtown GR. The building used to be an old furniture warehouse in the fifties. The building was two stories and built at the height of nuclear paranoia. Which is why it had a decent sized bomb shelter located underneath.

All tuzla escort of which was easily learned on the net. The first time I checked out the club was during the day on a Sunday. As I was hoping the place was deserted. I went through an alleyway leading to a loading dock in the back. A heavy steel door sat beside the closed dock. The lock on the door was easily negotiated and I walked into the building. It was dark, and while there had been no cameras outside I couldn’t be sure there wouldn’t be inside.

I had bet on the fact that Bosch was a criminal and wouldn’t want any video of his crimes laying around and it paid off. I walked through the dock and found the door to the club proper. I kept walking until I found a small office in the back. I had assumed it would be upstairs but I didn’t mind being wrong.

This door wasn’t locked. Inside was a large desk with a computer, and a couch pushed along one wall. Walking behind the desk I found a good size safe. I placed my hand against the cold metal and concentrated.

See, magic can affect just about everything and that includes different metals. I pulled out my pocket knife and dinged it off the surface of the safe. Concentrating on the feel of the vibrations I got a decent feel of the safe’s inner workings. It felt right, though to be absolutely truthful, I had no idea how to crack a safe. Well, that’s not quite right. I have seen many different heist films and seen every episode of Burn Notice and most of White Collar.

So anyhow, I turned the dial, feeling for the vibration. Sadly it all felt the same, and seeing how I didn’t want anybody knowing I’d broken in I gave up. Moving back to the desk I looked through it. Luckily, these locks were easily dealt with. However, there was nothing incriminating or even useful. Some receipts, a few magazines, and that was it.

The computer was the same as the safe, as in I didn’t know enough about hacking to break into it. So after trying a few combinations of his birthday, his arrest date, then the release date, and finally the day he first made a record I gave up. As a last ditch effort, I tried those dates on the safe and still bupkis.

I was annoyed and I didn’t want to give up but didn’t see any other option when something occurred to me. Moving under the desk I carved a quick symbol into it and then focused on it, placing a charm that would allow me to hear whatever was said in the room, or I at least hoped it would. I put everything back the way I found it and left.

Of course, I couldn’t monitor the room from Blackburrow, but every weekend I returned to the club. I used a glamour to change what I looked like. I couldn’t do anything too extreme as glamours were only skin deep after all. I could change my hair, skin, and eye color. I could even change the shape of my face. However, I could not change my height or body shape.

The first night I felt like Cinderella as with every movement or brief distraction I almost lost control of the glamour. So when I got back home I grabbed the book and did a little more research on glamours and realized the problem.

See, it turns out that glamours require a lot of energy and concentration to constantly maintain, so it was best to enchant a trinket of some kind to help with one or both parts. So I went about the task of enchanting my belt for the task.

See, any organic material was a decent medium for magic and silver could hold a fair bit of energy. I carefully carved runes into my belt, inside and out, and then placed a fair amount of energy into the buckle. I tested it in front of a mirror, my face and skin color changing with each passing thought.

I had fun with going green like the Hulk, turning as black as night, or as pale as a ghost. I even made myself look like a Sith from Star Wars. Laughing, I patted myself on the back, my fun interrupted only by the alarm on my phone telling me it was time to leave for school.

School was quickly coming to a close which is perhaps the best part of being a senior. I had already informed the principle that I wasn’t going to attend the graduation ceremony. He wasn’t surprised. Daph and I would occasionally “talk”… by that I mean she would call me, start to make small talk, then I would hang up. I didn’t do small talk.

It was the last weekend until school would officially end for the senior class and I was at the club. This time I’d entered through a pair of double doors into the club proper. Along both walls were booths, except half way down the left was a large bar. Along the back wall was a stage with plenty of room for a band, though at the moment their was just a DJ at a sound table or whatever those things were called.

The acoustics were terrible sadly. All that you could feel or even here was the bass, not the actual music, so mostly I just got a ringing headache every time I entered the place.

Bosch sat at a back booth in the corner near the rear pendik escort door to the back dock. Bosch was your typical “gangsta” wannabe: looked like Barney Fife and dressed like 50 Cent. Bosch was maybe 5’5″, had dark hair, brown eyes, and an overly large nose. He was also incredibly thin.

Paradise had a number of waitresses for serving the sitting customers, or just to act as eye candy. Half of what I picked up from his office was him trying to leverage sex from his employees. Sadly he succeeded more than I would have liked. If the women wouldn’t do what he wanted for their job he’d threaten them with the T.K.K. Basically, he told them that if they refused him, He would have them servicing every cock in the T.K.K.

It was almost two a.m now and I was about to take off when I saw someone I hadn’t seen an years.

Derek Washington walked in. He wasn’t much different than I remembered. Same self satisfied smirk, same walk. Hell, even his clothes looked the same. He had some tattoos on his arms though I couldn’t see them all that well from where I was standing. He walked over to Bosch and stood over him. I saw Bosch say something to him then they both got up and headed to the back.

I grinned to myself as I made my way to a private booth and sat down to listen.

I heard a door open and shut, then their voices.

“So what’s up?” Bosch asked.

Derek sighed. “The usual shit and something new. My brother told me to get the word out that we’re looking to recruit a wizard?” Derek said almost in disbelief, like he thought his brother had lost his mind.

“Wizards. Really? What the hell has your bro been smoking and can you get me some?” Bosch laughed.

“No idea so onto the usual business. Any problems with the money?”

“None. I’ve even managed to increase some of the return by lowering the overhead a bit by getting a new liquor supplier. I managed to get eighty cents on the dollar instead of the normal seventy,” Bosch informed Derek.

Derek then replied, “Meaning you’re getting ninety and giving me half of what you’re taking in, right?” he said, real friendly, but I could hear the threat in his voice.

And apparently so, too, could Bosch as he answered a little shakily, “Yeah man, of course. We’re homies, right?”

“Yeah, we’re homies, Jake,” he said condescendingly as he left.

Taking that as my own cue I left as well, a new idea forming in my head. One that would serve all my goals.

Rise

Dropping the bag on the motel bed I looked around the motel room. Dingy was perhaps the only way to describe the room. The “no tell” motel was just off the highway. It was the kind of place where most of the patrons paid in cash and stayed for an hour, maybe two. In other words the perfect place to lay low until I could find something better.

I dug through my pack pulling out some jewelry I’d made. They wouldn’t sell for too much, but then again I only needed a small stake to get me started. For the last month, in between monitoring the club and waiting out school, I had been taking care to shut up the house.

That afternoon I left the motel and visited a nearby pawn shop for a bit of haggling and a bullshit story about how the pieces had been in my family for generations. In the end I managed to get about five grand out of him. I would have been happy if I hadn’t spent nearly twice that on the materials over the years.

I headed back to the motel and napped for a few hours while trying not to think about the activities that the room had been used for.

“I’m waking up, I feel it in my bones” blared from my phone as it rang. “Y’ellow?”

“I knew if I called using my friend’s phone you’d answer, asshole,” my sister shouted into my ear. I had been trying my damndest to avoid this conversation though I should have known I couldn’t. My sister was damn stubborn when she wanted to be.

“Hi Daph,” I said, already cringing.

“Hi? HI?! That’s all you have to say to me after hanging up and screening my calls for who knows how long?!” I was holding the phone away from my ear as she screamed into the receiver.

I sighed slightly knowing that the decision I made would hurt her, but feeling it to be the right one said, “Well I had no interest in the weather and didn’t particularly care about what your friends and/or neighbors were doing.”

“Asshole, I… I was trying to connect with you.” She cried into the phone. Another sigh escaped my lips, my left hand clenched into a tight fist.

“Well stop. I mean it’s nice you want to be closer and all, but I really don’t care about what your friends and neighbors are doing, much less what their friends and neighbors are doing.”

“Dammit Bart, if you’d talk to me then I wouldn’t need to fill the conversation. It’s like you’re pushing me from your life and, and I don’t want to be pushed away, ok?”

“Daph, I know you care, you all do. However, I like being alone. I prefer maltepe escort being alone. Us sleeping together does not change that. So thanks, but no thanks. In other words, leave me be. When I want to talk, I will.”

I heard a half choked sob over the phone before she angrily shouted, “Fine! If that’s what you want then I’ll fucking leave you be…ASSHOLE!”

With that she hung up, and I felt deserving of that moniker, though I still felt that I did the right thing. I sighed as I checked the time on my phone. Pulling myself out of bed I got ready. I showered, shaved, and brushed my teeth.

I had gone to Anton’s Discount dress clothes earlier that day to buy a number of off the rack suits and dress shirts. I dressed in a black dress shirt, black dress pants with a red vest and tie. The vest and tie were faux silk but it looked good, perhaps not as good as the real thing, but at least I wasn’t completely broke. I had chosen to wear my grandfather’s pocket watch along with my wallet. Both the wallet’s and the pocket watch’s chains were on my left side.

I had shined a pair of black boots. It was funny as the attendant at Antonio’s had been attempting to get me to purchase some dress shoes or at least a nice pair of cowboy boots. He had continued right up until I left. Still, I filed his persistence away for further consideration. After all, if I was going to barter for people’s souls, the attendant was a great example to live up to.

…10:00…

I entered the club and unlike the other times I had come, I actually parked in the lot instead of a block away. True, it was mostly paranoia that had kept me from parking in the lot. Still, better paranoid than dead.

I quickly identified my first potential clients. I started with Brad Dahmsey. He was 5’5″, good looking, had blond hair and a picture perfect smile. This night he was wearing the usual brand named clothes and appeared as confident as I was used to seeing. This was a good thing though.

See, Brad had a problem. Despite his outward confidence and the many women he would make a pass at, or in some case’s be hit on by, he’d never go home with any of them. At first I wondered if he was gay. My curiosity, as always, drove me to make a pass and see. Mind you it wasn’t until after he turned me down that it hit me. What if he was? I wasn’t. I had no interest in being with him so what in the hell was I thinking? Luckily, he turned me down.

So another Friday night came. It was nearing closing, and he was well on his way to being well and truly wasted so I approached him again.

…That Night…

“You strike out, too, man?” I yelled into his ear as I drunkenly swayed into the bar. Brad looked over to me. He nodded before trying to drink from a glass of ice. “Yo, barkeep, bring us another round!” I yelled out.

Brad took his refreshed glass and said, “Thanks, man.”

I nodded a little too vigorously before going into a tale about how I had this perfect ten just eating out of my hand until some asshat bumped me and spilled my drink on her. “To say the least, she didn’t go home with me,” I whined into the drink. “So what’s your reason?”

“Reason?” he asked.

“Yeah, the reason you’re all dressed up with know one to fuck.” I laughed like it was the funniest thing in the world he joined until he realized it wasn’t all that funny.

Brad looked at me for a moment. For a second, I thought he wasn’t going to tell me, but then he spoke. “You know I look good. By my looks alone I’m more than confident. But you see I’m, ahh… I’m really small, you know, down there.”

I looked at him and said, “Ah, come on man, I mean I won’t bull shit ya, but if your good with your hands and tongue, you can generally make up for that.”

He looked at me before saying, “You don’t get it. The first girl I ever slept was a virgin. We both thought we’d be together forever, you know?” He paused for a beat, staring at the glass in his hand, then continued, “But then I get this fucking text from her phone showing a video of her fucking some guy, moaning out how much bigger he is…” He took a heavy gulp of his drink.

“I tried not to let it get to me and move on, so I went out with this girl I worked with. She’d been dropping hints for awhile about hooking up. So we’re in my apartment and making out real heavy, when she starts pulling my shirt off and kissing her way down, undoes my pants, pulls down my skivvies, and laughs. Fucking laughs.”

He finished off his drink and dropped his head to the bar.

…Present…

That night as my made-up persona I had told him I might know someone who could help and now it was time we were introduced.

“Brad Dahmsey? I’m Bartholomew Schultz. A client of mine, Michael McBride, said you had a problem you could use some help with,” I said while holding a hand out to him.

He took it, shook it, and speaking in a hushed tone asked, “Yeah McBride said you could help me get larger uh down there? Is it like a pill or something, because the pills I took in the past never seemed to work.”

“Well, it’s not a pill. I thought Mike had gone through this with you.” I answered him.

“He did, but I was quite drunk and thought I heard him wrong when he said it’d cost my soul and be done through magic,” Brad responded with an uneasy smile.

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A sweltering sun beat down on those toiling in the fields. Under the canopy near the stream though it was cool and crisp, the breeze passing through the branches whispering like lovers to each other.

Jimmy marched towards her, his master’s oldest daughter. Her back was to him. She was naked, her pink skin flawless. Her hair, long and red like fire, hung in the middle of her back, plaited into a tight ponytail. It looked like rope; he wanted to take it his hand and pull. He licked his lips, hardly able to contain himself at the sight of her nakedness, her vulnerability and her apparent purity.

Kathleen could hear him coming. Though his steps were soft in the grass she could still hear them above the wind. She closed her eyes, goose pimples rippling across her flesh as the thought of his strong hands on her slender body filled her mind. Her nipples were hard and her pussy was tingling with anticipation at what was between the man’s legs.

A bird fluttering above started to sing, Kathleen smiled wrapping her arms around her body.

Jimmy should have known better but the temptation that stood before him was too much to turn down. He stopped inches from behind her and flicked her ponytail over her shoulder. Leaning, he took a whiff of her perfumed skin.

Kathleen shuddered feeling his hot breath on her neck. It teased the fine hairs there enticing her to moan softly and sending a flood of blood to her pussy.

Jimmy kissed her neck, his large hands on her shoulders. Her skin was so soft, it was soft as the silk she wore the first day he saw her. It was nothing like the flesh he’d felt on other slaves, the female slaves around the plantation. Their skin was coarse like the bark of a tree; their aroma was of aged sweat and their hair like wild rope tied together haphazardly. Kathleen was the total opposite with soft skin diyarbakır escort and a sweet fragrance to her and hair that reminded him of a spider’s web it was so delicate.

His dick, hard since he entered the area with her touched her butt, probing between the crack.

“Ahhhh!” Kathleen moaned melting in his hands. She wanted it. She wanted it bad. It felt so big, so hard and strong. She couldn’t wait to feel it in her. Would it hurt? She wondered. Would she cry when he put it in, further than she’d ever felt a dick inside her before? Kathleen couldn’t wait to find out.

She turned and kissed his lips, her eyes closed.

His hands moved across her body as she kissed him, squeezing her breasts as they made their way down her stomach to the soft web of pubic hair to the warm supple flesh of her pussy, teasing her clit slightly before they snaked back up to her breasts and squeezed them.

Forsaking her lips his head was lowered to the pink mounds of flesh on her chest. Taking one in his mouth, making circles on the aureoles so pink and tender, circles gradually getting smaller and smaller he pulled back before his tongue could touch the nipple.

Kathleen felt it deep, the temptation and then the rejection. She wanted it. She wanted it bad. Her hands in his un-kept hair she closed them around tuffs of his hair, hurting him with her fingernails in the flesh yet he ignored it as he moved to the next breast.

Would he tease her again? She asked herself. Would he? “Suck pleasee…” she whispered as his tongue closed in on the upright nipple, standing out like a soldier at inspection.

His mouth was around the flesh pulling it gently with his teeth teasing what he caught with his tongue.

Kathleen could not retrain herself.

The sounds that came from her edirne escort lips drew Jimmy deeper into the act. Hearing her whimpering like a dog, at his mercy increased his desire to have her.

Pulling her down into the grass with him, his hands moving about her body, guiding her in the position he wanted she was on him when he was done, her legs spread over his, her back to him.

He lay back while she sat upright on his shaft. His hands were on her hips ready to pull her down onto it. For some reason she was only on the head.

Kathleen perched on the head of his dick, moving slightly, feeling it tickle her, sending chills through her body, hoping it teased him, teased him enough to make him pull her down on it.

Her heart racing, sweat beading on her brow she wondered what would happen. The answer wasn’t long in coming.

Jimmy digging his hands into her hips pulled her roughly down onto his dick.

She gasped, her mouth remaining open as he began to pull her back against his chest, against the hard pectoral muscles of his chest, his nipples in her back, while his hands were on hers, continuing to tease them as he pushed himself inside her, going deeper each time, bring louder cries from her.

The desire to go faster and hard was Kathleen’s and she took it. Sitting up on his shaft she began to slowly bounce. Moving up and down gently enjoying the feeling of his dick as it caressed the inside of her pussy.

Hot inside her pussy, Jimmy savored the feeling of the silky fire that was her pussy. It was soft, the flesh tender, it was hot, hotter than the sweltering sun above and it was wet, the wetness so much he could almost feel it rolling down his shaft, maybe that was something else.

She started to go faster.

His hands were on her hips pulling her down each time edirne escort bayan her pussy enveloped his dick, sucking it into the chasm of creation.

Kathleen put her hands on his shin for leverage, leverage for her wild ride. She squeezed the flesh around the shinbone feeling the quake in her pussy begin.

Watching her ass as it rose up and down, glistening with sweat; Jimmy took one hand off the hip and slapped a cheek.

“AHHH!” She cried out.

He smiled and slapped again, each time she came down on him.

“AHHH!”

The sting of his hand on her motivated speed and ferocity. Her insides were boiling, almost ready to explode but she wouldn’t slow down. Faster and faster she went coming down harder and harder on his dick, venturing to break it if she could. Her butt slapped against his pelvis almost as hard as his hand against her butt.

Jimmy could feel himself cumming.

He closed his eyes, laying back, his hand on her butt, not slapping but squeezing hard now, squeezing hard just as her pussy, encompassing his hard shaft was squeezing, squeezing as the moment of her climax approached.

“AHHH God!” She cried.

Jimmy pushed up into her as his cum exploded in her.

“God! God! AHHH! UHHH!”

He pursed his lips and pushed with what strength he had left; now his body was relaxing.

Her breathing was hard. Laying back on him she closed her eyes.

The quake of her body still continued. It rose and fell periodically, causing her to contort her face at times then to relax it as the moment passed only to do so again, until finally like the peal of a bell it faded and her orgasm was ended.

His left hand across her chest, tickling the right breast and his left hand between her legs orbiting her clitoris, slowly.

She was moving her head from side to side slowly, still moaning and even though she was on top of him, her flesh pressed against his, hot in the after math of the passionate ride and still around his dick, imprisoning it he felt like no prisoner, no slave to be dominated.

With her body limp on his, he was the one who dominated he was the master now.

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I had watched them bring him in, even had watched the news reports on him before that. This strange man that brought new levels to the term insane and yet at the same time, caring, the story of how he was caught circulated freely in my circle of colleagues. All of them wanted to be his doctor, and yet none volunteered besides my offer to doctor him. I was floored when I had gone to the director and asked if I could be considered to be his psychiatrist.

“You are the first to ask my dear, he was admitted yesterday so he is yours. Have some lunch and read his file, you are seeing him in two hours.” He tells me with a smile before handing me a very thin folder and then showing me the door with a hand to my rear.

I spend the next two hours sitting in the cafeteria picking at a dried salad reading the four page file three times, taking notes on the borders and a few spare napkins. It was amazing how little information is known on this Pitre Mourir. So lost in my musings and question writing I jump when Joe leans over my shoulder.

“Sorry Doc, I’m here to remind you about your new patient, it’s time for his session.”

“Oh right, could you throw that salad away for me, I swear if they don’t improve the food here we will all be patients.” I say smiling at him as I grab up my things.

“That would be why us orderlies don’t eat in here, we pool funds and send one or two out for food. If you wish I could make a special run today for something for you and tomorrow on we can include you in the orders.”

“Hmmm, that is a good idea, I’ll let you know if I want anything today though, I’m a little nervous there’s so much not known on this guy, like his name. I can’t imagine his parents actually named him Pitre Mourir.”

“Well that’s what you are going to find out for us doc, here’s your door I’ll go get him.”

I watch him walk away for a second, unable to resist staring at his butt. I must admit he has a most delicious ass though being married has so many perks there are some moments of damn involved, his butt is one of those. My husband doesn’t have that nice of a butt, though the rest of him is pleasing enough.

Thoughts of sex rolling around in my head I go into my office. Sofa moved back to the interview position, I had to move it for my morning patient, he preferred sitting on the floor. I’m in the process of moving the coffee table back when the door opens. Turning my head to see who was just barging in saved me, a tall lithe man with blue hair rushing straight for me.

I had no time for thought or dodging, my martial training kicked right in. My right hand shot out connecting squarely with his chest, my foot kicking his front foot into his rear and he is falling, straight at me his weight and momentum threatening to overwhelm me, if it wasn’t for my own foot supporting us both into a turn he would have landed on me. Instead we both land on the sofa, him on his back, me on top of him.

Joe was of course right behind him, though now he is on one knee next to the coffee table laughing hard trying to catch his breath. While he struggles for breath I look down at the smiling man under me. His short blue hair cascading all over the place though there are bits of blonde peaking through, speaking volumes of a self done dye job with not approved dyes. Peeking out through his hair at me are strikingly blue eyes, under that is an elongated thin nose. His thin lips stretched into a huge smile.

“So doc, are we going to talk about the first thing that rises with you atop me or do you want me to talk about my mom?” Are his first words, his voice is thin rather like the rest of him making it sound like he is talking through a paper towel roll.

I can’t help but laugh at his words, feeling a bit of a lump forming as I get off of him. I shoo Joe out of the room before I sit at my chair, notebook in hand.

“Oh now doc no need for notes, I’m memorable enough.”

“Yes you are but I really must take notes, our first few sessions are a get to know each other time and I can decide on any medication for you. Now before you say anything else, yes we are going to talk about your mom, and what it was like growing up for you.”

“Oh all right if you must pry, but please be gentle it’s my first time.” He says as he reclines on the sofa, his knees high slightly spread.

“I will I swear, now tell me where you were born and what it was like for you growing up.” I couldn’t help but giggle, his position reminding me so much of the back seat where I had my first sex.

“Let’s see, I was born on the plains, I couldn’t see or hear. My first years were not terribly informative until this wonderful çorum escort woman came and taught me to sign.”

“You are not Helen Keller, come on be serious here. How about this, you are 7 years old what are you doing?”

“But, but I’m only 6 and a half years old.”

“Oh all right, let’s talk about your hair. Why is your hair blue?”

“Oh that’s easy, I was feeling blue and the toilet is filled with such a great blue I just dunked my head a few times.”

“Well that makes sense, disgusting but it does make sense. Now you said you were blue, so you are not feeling blue anymore?”

“No I’m not and it’s not disgusting actually, that blue in the toilet is a disinfectant and I did flush twice before I dunked, my hair is about as clean as it would be if I bleached it.”

“I’ll take your word for that. Why are you not blue anymore if you want to talk about that?”

“Oh I’m not blue anymore because I happened to meet this incredible woman who can hold her own in a fight, is smart, and drop dead gorgeous. If you stand and do a little twirl for me I’ll be able to tell if you have the body of a goddess like I think you do. I’m not sure you understand I only got a brief glimpse of you before you deposited me on the sofa.” He says as he sits up rotating on the sofa to face in my direction his hands to his knees like a little kid on Christmas morning.

“Well thank you very much, though I am a married woman. Now if you are not blue anymore perhaps we should get your hair blonde again.” He continues to sit there perched on the edge of the sofa staring at me.

“I’ll just leave that out there for you to ponder. Let’s talk your name, you can’t actually be named Pitre Mourir, that’s a French name, no French parents would name their son that and anyone looking through the name books wouldn’t find it. What is your actual name?”

Nothing but staring at me still, his hands are pressed into his knees with a death grip, turning the knuckles white, his smile is gone and his eyes are a bit red at the edges now.

“I can’t let this one go you know I’m not going to be calling you that.”

His hand raises a finger upward where it twirls slowly, visibly shaking. His eyes are quite red now, his whole body trembling with suppressed rage. With a sigh I stand up and twirl for him, my hands pulling my skirt in a proper place as I spin. My spin completed I sit down again, his face lit up with joy as he claps happily. At this moment looking like nothing more than a young child that had just watched the Disneyland Main Street Parade.

“Now that I have done a spin for you, what is your name?”

“I don’t feel blonde today, what I would really like is purple. I’m feeling kingly today, could you perhaps see your way to getting me some hair dye of the purple variety?”

“Yes that could be arranged, though we were trying to talk about your name.” I answer as I am making a note in my notebook.

“We could talk about that while waiting for my dye.”

“Oh all right, don’t move I need to make a phone call.” I tell him as I get up one hand absently pulling my skirt down.

I grab the phone and dial the front desk as I sit on the corner of my desk. As I am telling the orderly there to find Joe and send him to my office I glance over at my patient. He has moved he is now sitting on the sofa as if it is a canoe he is acting like he is rowing. Periodically he rises on his knees and peers around, as if searching for something. He looks at me, his face lights up and he settles back down rowing madly, his face eager.

Mid stroke he spills forward then rolls off the sofa. Jumping to his feet he feels in front of him, running his hands up and down the invisible wall. He feels to the sides for a way around, turning in place as if he is enclosed in a box. Once he has spun around once he looks at me, panic crossing his face as he takes a crushed against the wall pose.

There is a knock at the door, telling him to stay there I move to the door and open it to find Joe standing there. The sudden look over my shoulder prompts me to turn and look, Pitre is advancing towards us, no longer crushed up against the wall instead he is for all appearances being pushed ahead of a wall.

“Go sit down on the sofa.” I tell him with my hand again to his chest, the feel of his lithe muscular chest under my hand sending a little spark running through my body.

We watch him go sit on the sofa, head drooped a pout to his lips. “Joe I need you to go and find a purple hair dye for him, see if you can get a good shampoo as well, he’s got toilet blue on his head. Before you ask yes actually denizli escort I do want something, I have a sudden urge for a milkshake, may as well get me some fries and a burger, may as well go whole hog on fattening myself up.” As I look up at Joe I notice his eyes going up and down my body for a second.

“Hair dye I can do, I don’t think I want to help you fatten yourself up though doc, not like there is a plethora of gals running around here.”

“Oh, oh yes I want a milky shake, can I have a milky shake mommy?” This from the sofa, we both turn to look at him.

He is still sitting on the sofa, sort of. He crawled up and is sitting on the support, knees spread wide with his hands clasped together. As we are watching him we notice a slight movement, he is rocking back and forth perched atop the back of the sofa. As I open my mouth to suggest he not do that he tumbles over the back with a cry. Before either of us gets two steps closer he appears over the back of the sofa grinning maniacally.

“I fall down but no boom.”

With a sigh I move to my desk to get my purse out, I almost bump into Joe when I turn. Giggling an apology I pull out a twenty, then a second to cover the cost of the dye. Joe smiles and exits, sitting down again I find my new patient just staring at me, a half smile on his lips.

“I think we’re alone now.” He gets up and starts dancing to that song.

“Oh now do sit please I need to make some progress with you. Otherwise I may be taken off your case, buying you hair dye and a milk shake requires some positive steps.” I get a smile then he is falling into the sofa lying on it his hands pressed together on his stomach.

“Well alright doc, come on out with it shrink me, but not to small I don’t want to be a rat snack.” I giggle at the comment and pull up my note pad.

“We were going to talk about your name.”

“Oh right, Pitre Mourir. I’m not sure why you’re asking I said it enough times to the reporters and judge.” I sigh and shake my head.

“No, no not the name you like to go by your actual name.” He sits up and looks at me.

“That is my real name.” I make a note not really believing him.

“I swear it is doc, my parents didn’t really like me I was dropped on an orphanage door when I was four.” I look up at him.

“Well alright, would you be open to trying a light drug treatment? Your emotions are all over the place and perhaps with the proper treatment.” He stands up and gets in a couples dancing pose.

“Sure doc but you have to dance with me until Joe gets back then I’ll take my pills like a good little boy.”

I just stare at him, not really sure if dancing is quite what he has in mind. My eyes travel over him noting that for a scrawny man he has a nice form. I sigh and get up figuring why not I can take him if it comes to a fight. I step into his arms and we are moving into a circle waltz surprising me a little people don’t normally do this particular dance. His movements are quick and sure and really everything my husband is not.

I jump when his hand falls to my butt he squeezes a little before I pull it back up. Ever moving the second time his hands moves to my butt he squeezes and pulls me close to him. I look down noticing that he is tenting a little, my breasts pulled into his firm chest.

“I am a married woman, none of this.” I say to him he smiles at me gives out a short bark of a laugh then lets me back away.

We keep dancing, I can’t help but be a little embarrassed at the reaction my body is having to him. It’s just been so long since I’ve danced with a man, my husband is just plain horrible at dancing. I jump when Joe knocks and comes in three drinks in a tray and a bag in his hands. Joe pulls me over to my desk then stands between me and my patient his face not looking happy.

“Jesus doc what the hell was that?” I sigh and look up at him.

“Probably a bad idea, I asked if I could put him on a drug treatment and he said only if we danced. He seems manic and I can’t get a straight answer out of him.”

“Damn, if the drug works great, if not I hope you’re not going to give him more treatment like that.” I shake my head and look down.

“I’m married Joe, I have the total look and don’t touch thing down pat. Dancing is one thing him trying for more is getting his ass kicked.” Joe chuckles and smiles at me.

“Just checking, so I found him a royal purple hair dye would you believe that, I bought a regular old guy shampoo as well, only a buck you had that extra by a large margin.”

“Thanks Joe, keep the change for the next time I’m in, days off are lovely.”

The düzce escort burger is heavenly, both of the men in my office sneaking fries while we sit and drink our shakes. I can’t help but sneak glances at my patient’s crotch, he seems to have no shame the bulge has not lowered. With my patient heading back to his cell I make more notes then write up the order for the light drug treatment and testing. I drop that off at the nurse’s station then head for the director’s office. My knock is greeted with an immediate come in, inside I find the director and one of my fellow psychiatrists.

“Ah such excellent timing Dr. Jocasta, your associate and I were talking about your patient. Have you made any progress?” I sit in the offered chair and smile.

“I’ve made small progress, he is controlling and manic, almost dangerously so. When he first came into my office he charged me, I put him on his back on the sofa with me above him. He was very happy with that, Joe was wheezing when he came in I think it had been a chase. I’ve built a trust with him, weak but it is there by buying him a milk shake, shampoo and purple hair dye. I have also managed to get him to agree to a light drug therapy, testing tomorrow while I am off.”

“Have you made any progress on his name?” My colleague asks looking interested I shake my head.

“He never said much true about him, said he was Helen Keller and a little later said his parents didn’t like him and left him on an orphanage door when he was four. I’m hoping with the drug treatment he will open up in a week or two.”

“Well excellent work on your first session, go on home it’s almost time for all of us.” The director tells me I smile at him and get up.

“Thank you, be careful with him, he seems to not like authority much.”

I enter our apartment with a sigh, already knowing my husband is out with his friends, baseball and a bar after if memory serves right. Dropping off everything I check our messages. I have one from my sensei reminding me tomorrow afternoon I am trying for my black belt. The second is from my husband saying he loves me and misses me. I sigh and smile loving how he will do silly things like leave messages on our answering machine.

No other messages I go into our bedroom and get out of my dress. Not really hungry yet I drop onto the bed and just stare at the ceiling. Wishing my husband was here right now to pleasure me I reach into the nightstand and pull out my vibrator. Turning it on I run it over my nipples making them stand tall and ache for lips sucking on them. Moving the buzzing toy lower I close my eyes and let my thoughts wander.

I see myself in a club people moving past me, sitting beside me at the bar. I ignore them my husband is coming for me. I sigh seeing him the way I’d like him to be, slimmed down to muscular perfection instead of thick in the middle and just a little bit of a double chin. He takes my hand and pulls me onto the dance floor. We dance, not in the shambling way we did at our wedding, but with passion and skill, his sure steps flitting us across the dance floor. My toy has traveled down me to just entice me with touches to my clit and lips.

Unable to hold it back anymore I slide the vibrator in me getting a tremble of almost orgasm. In my mind I see my husband flitting us across the dance floor to a hidden booth setting me atop the table. My clothes gone, his lying on the floor he steps up between my open legs. I moan when my husband enters me, my already wet pussy going into overdrive. I moan with his passion atop me, feeling his cock driving in and out of me as the vibrators does the same.

An orgasm travels through me pulling my knees up, both hands to my pussy. My eyes open with the last dregs of my orgasm rolling through me before closing them again wanting more. This time I see myself naked in my office with my new client running at me, likewise naked. Instead of taking him down I jump to meet him legs spread wide. A second orgasm rolls through me as I see him entering me, putting me on the sofa, and fucking me hard.

I scream my pleasure as I see myself wrapping my legs around him. His hinted at cock entering so fully that I find it hard to breathe. I move with him as he has me, his cock feeling so good deep in my sodden depths. I know I’m rolling around on the bed but it feels so incredibly real as his hands maul my breasts. The passion is almost a living thing above me as he fucks me I’m moaning seeing the ceiling of my office above me. Pulled from the fantasy by my last orgasm, toes curling, back arched I can’t do anything but lie there.

Rolling on to my side with the last of my orgasm fading away I shiver trying to work out why I was thinking of him in my playtime. Feeling like I just cheated on my husband I stare at the clock, feeling my toy partly inside me still, and shiver. Deciding it was just a passing fancy because he danced with me, I get up to order pizza.

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Hannah’s husband Chris groaned and unloaded his cum onto her breasts and stomach. Hannah sighed and wiped it off with a towel, rolled over in bed and pondered her unsatisfying sex life as she heard Chris snoring a bit next to her.

Hannah was still quite young at 23. She was a brunette with hair past her shoulders, which she usually wore in a bun with a few flyaways down the sides of her face. She was very pretty but very pale, and her blue eyes shone brighter because of it. She was healthy-looking but not athletic. Her skin was very soft and creamy white. Her breasts were a modest 34B, but they fit her petite frame and she liked how sensitive they were to her touch.

Hannah had married a young associate at her father’s business. He was 25 when she met him, and they married only a year after they had met. Hannah thought she was in love then, but the truth was that she was very inexperienced and had married the first man she had felt the slightest feeling for.

Chris wasn’t her ideal man, that was for sure. He kept himself in decent shape but was very boring. He was an engineer who still worked with Hannah’s father. Chris spent most of his time tinkering with computers or playing video games when he wasn’t working, and was very inattentive to Hannah’s sexual needs. Hannah couldn’t even remember a time when their sex life had been good. Chris would nearly always orgasm within five minutes of having sex and never wanted to experiment. He wouldn’t try anal sex as he thought it was unsanitary and wouldn’t even go down on Hannah. Sometimes he didn’t even want Hannah to go down on him, but would prefer to fuck Hannah’s pussy for a few minutes and then blow his load onto her naked body.

Hannah peeked over at Chris to make sure he was asleep, and then got up to find her vibrator. She had got it in secret one day at an adult sex store. One day she was feeling particularly unsatisfied, and with Chris gone on a business trip, she thought it the perfect time to do something pleasurable for herself. However, Hannah was quite shy and very inexperienced with sex toys. She stood in front of the vibrators and dildos for so long that a man came over and asked her if she needed help. She was a bit wary that he was a pervert, but he helped her pick out one that he said his girlfriend loved, and even showed her which batteries were needed for it.

Hannah was surprised at his knowledge of a woman’s sexual needs. She was even more shocked that he was okay with his girlfriend using a vibrator. If Chris knew Hannah had a vibrator, it would crush him and make him feel like less of a man. Hannah, once she knew she could trust the man in the sex store, actually felt a tingle of arousal. He was very attractive, with a bit of a stomach but well-toned arms and very wide shoulders. His hair was dark and he had lovely green eyes and a mouth that seemed to always be upturned in a smile. His girlfriend was so lucky, Hannah thought, and flushed bright red when she realized that not only was she jealous, but also sexually aroused. She felt hot and simply choked out a “t-thank you so much,” before dashing to the counter to pay. She paid in cash she had received for her elazığ escort birthday so Chris wouldn’t find out about it on their bank account.

The dildo was bright pink with a large head and long shaft. It spun to the left and right and would even swirl inside of her. It had a vibrator for her clit and an attachment for anal penetration. When Hannah brought the dildo home for the first time, she was somewhat intimidated. She had only masturbated a few times in her life, and always felt guilty about it. But Chris was away on business, and the man at the store made female masturbation and dildos seem like the most natural thing in the world. Hannah sipped a bit of wine and lit some candles, and then masturbated furiously, thinking about the man in the store making love to her, while his girlfriend watched, using her own dildo. After achieving orgasm, Hannah felt liberated, and then terribly sad. She knew she couldn’t involve Chris in her new-found sexuality, or he would be ashamed of her and of himself. But still, Hannah felt good about herself. That night she masturbated three times more.

Hannah had now had the dildo a little over a year, and Chris still didn’t know she had it. He usually went to bed very early because he worked nearly every day, even Saturdays and sometimes Sundays. He would normally have sex with her and blow his load on her, and then not wake up for a good 7 to 8 hours. Once asleep, Hannah would go out to the living room to use her dildo, which she kept hidden in a drawer below a pile of tampons and pads she kept in the bathroom. Chris would never look in there. It became a nightly ritual for her to masturbate with her dildo, and sometimes she would use the anal attachment.

Tonight she was feeling very frisky and so she brought the anal attachment along with her to the couch. She turned the TV on because she was afraid Chris would hear the vibrating sounds, slipped out of her pajama bottoms, and kicked off her silky black panties. She got under a blanket on the couch and got to work.

Hannah was already slightly aroused from sex with Chris. It wasn’t that she didn’t like the sex…it just didn’t last long enough. Still, she had never orgasmed during sex before, and Chris had never even seen her orgasm. It made her sad to think that he didn’t seem to care about it. Right now, though, her pussy was wet, and begging for some attention. The dildo slipped easily into her tight hole, and her clit contracted a bit from the pleasure. She turned on the dildo and it began to spin inside of her. She gasped audibly and a hand flew up to her mouth. She was very nervous, and her heart beat rapidly. She felt like a child who didn’t want to be caught by her parents.

She felt her juices flowing and felt a little wetness drip out of her pussy and down to her ass. This excited her, so she put the anal attachment on and poked it against her anal opening. It felt strange, as it always did, and Hannah decided to bring things to the next level. She turned on the vibrator at a low setting and allowed it to rest against her swollen clit, trying to maneuver the anal attachment into her ass.

Hannah erzincan escort groaned in pleasure as the small ass dildo slipped inside of her. It wasn’t very big, but it was just the right size to make Hannah feel very naughty. Once everything was set up, Hannah laid back with her eyes glazed over, letting the dildo do all the work.

Tonight, though, she wanted to try something else. She checked in the hallway to make sure Chris hadn’t woken up, and decided to straddle the armrest of the couch, with her dildo still inside of her two holes, and the vibrator humming away. She sat down on it and noticed that she could shove the dildo farther inside of her by putting all of her weight onto the arm rest. She started to bounce up and down a little on the armrest, feeling the dildo going in and out of her pussy, still twirling away inside of her. She used one hand to steady herself and the other to press the vibrator harder against her clit.

“Oh god,” she moaned, clenching her ass muscles and her pussy onto the dildo. Her nipples were so hard they were poking out of her pajama shirt. She wondered how ridiculous she looked, with no pants on, straddling a couch armrest while hopping up and down, nipples poking out of an old t-shirt and pressing a vibrator closer to her clit. She couldn’t think about this for long, though, because her clit was nearing its release. Her whole body felt so warm and she was literally panting from sexual desire. Nothing was going to stop her now.

She moved back on her ass slightly in order to push the anal dildo inside her a little more, and turned up the speed on the dildo inside of her pussy. She was now hopping madly, squeezing her eyes shut and thinking about nothing in particular, until an image popped into her head: Her, bent over a couch like the one she was humping, while multiple men touched and probed her with their cocks. She imagined infinite men hovering over her, one sucking dutifully on her clit, others sucking on her nipples, and of course someone with a huge cock penetrating her over and over again. They were chanting all around her, “Come Hannah, please come for us! We want to see you orgasm!”

Hannah couldn’t believe what she was thinking. It was the dirtiest thing she had ever fantasized about, but as soon as she heard in her head all of the men pleasuring her shouting, “Come for us!” she lost control and let out a very audible moan. She felt a profound heat build up in her and erupt, sending waves of warmth and intense pleasure as her muscles relaxed totally, and she collapsed, slipping off of the armrest and onto the floor. She was in absolute heaven, and she could feel her pussy releasing what felt like gallons of juices all over the dildo and onto the floor.

Once she was down from her orgasm, she switched off the dildo and slipped it gingerly out of her. She felt such emptiness in her ass and pussy and wondered if she’d be up for another round when she heard a door creak open. Her head swung towards the hallway and saw the shadow of her husband. Her heart began to beat furiously and she shoved the dildo underneath the couch pillows, frantically shoving her erzurum escort legs through her panties and her pajama pants. She rushed off to the kitchen to compose herself, opening the refrigerator door to cool herself off and also to hide her face from view. She heard her husband’s footsteps as they neared the kitchen.

“Honey?” Chris spoke. “Are you okay?”

Hannah closed the refrigerator door and looked up at Chris, who was standing in the kitchen doorway. “I’m f-fine,” Hannah said, her voice cracking slightly. She cleared her throat, her heart still beating madly. He looked at her curiously. “Is something wrong?” she asked.

“No, but I thought I heard something out here. I think it was the TV, though. Can’t sleep?”

“No, I’m sorry sweetie. I’ll go to bed now.” Hannah walked past Chris with her head down, her cheeks flushed red, hoping he wouldn’t look at her. Her legs were still weak from her orgasm and she walked limply to the bedroom, feeling her pussy juices dripping still onto her panties. Her pussy muscles contracted at how dirty she felt under the eyes of her husband. The evidence of her masturbation was collecting in a puddle in her panties, and as she walked she felt her clitoris shiver slightly. There was even a faint smell of sweat and sex around her, but Chris was oblivious, even though her face was flushed red and her nipples were still poking proudly on her t-shirt. Hannah was shocked at her arousal at almost being caught, because she knew it would be hell for her if Chris discovered the dildo.

She hoped Chris would come to bed along with her, and that he wouldn’t find her dildo. She’d have to grab it tomorrow when she woke up. Hannah slipped into bed, feeling sexually satisfied but also terrified – not only at her nearly getting caught, but also at her new sexual fantasy. Hannah had never fantasized about a gang bang before. In fact, prior to tonight she had found the idea revolting. When she thought of gang bangs it was usually a typical porn gang bang where a girl was getting used by men who didn’t care about her pleasure. But her fantasy was different. In her fantasy, the men seemed to get off on Hannah’s pleasure. They acted like it was all they needed to be satisfied.

Hannah listened attentively to Chris in the living room. She was too embarrassed to face him again, but was worried he would find her dildo. Thankfully, though, she heard him walking around in the kitchen, closing a cupboard and putting something in the microwave.

She squeezed her legs together against her clit savoring her orgasm now that she was almost positive Chris wouldn’t find her dildo. Even if he did sit on the couch he wouldn’t necessarily feel it Hannah had shoved it underneath the pillows in the corner. Hannah smiled slightly, thinking about Chris sitting obliviously near her sex toy, her juices drying up around it. Maybe I’ll take the dildo with me into the shower to clean it, she thought with a dirty smile on her face.

As she drifted off to sleep, she wondered if she’d be able to find men like the ones in her fantasy. Chris was her first sexual partner, and was only vaguely aware of the world of sex around her. But I’m married, she reasoned. I can’t be thinking about gang bangs. Yet she continued to imagine these men playing with her like she was their queen, and they were the servants of her pleasure. Well if a situation like that presented itself, she thought, yawning lazily, I certainly wouldn’t refuse it.

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Staring down at the ground, Tala’s eyes welled up with tears, this time not out of sadness but pure horror at what she had been asked to perform. At this point she wanted desperately to please Cross and to get a reprieve for her stinging bum, but the thought of having to touch herself while sitting in front of him, as though she were on stage giving some kind of performance terrified her. She wasn’t even sure she would know what to do as the only two times her body had ever experienced such pleasure were at his touch, and he had been an experienced older man, who had obviously administered such pleasure to other women.

“Other women…” The thought stung in her mind… the thought that Cross had known other women in this way before he ever met her made her insanely jealous and also made her feel woefully inadequate. A young lady of nineteen, she’d had no sexual experiences whatsoever, aside from the few times she had been groped and fondled by wayward boys in her hometown, but those occurrences were never pleasurable for her. If Cross wanted, he could dump Tala by the wayside and have any other woman he wanted and they’d likely perform gladly for him as he requested. At least they would know what they were doing… But the thought of Cross gaining pleasure from them seared through her mind and she slowly lifted herself off of his lap and wiggled her panties all the way down to her ankles, stepping out of them and leaving them laying on the ground right in front of him, then walked two paces back to sit before him about five to seven feet away. She sat there for a while trying to gather her thoughts and figure out a place to begin, her eyes down at the cold tile floor that was providing some small relief to her rear while adding a pressure against the small welts on her left side that made it uncomfortable to sit on that side for too long, resting moreso on her right side.

Cross sat very still once again, as he had done for those long hours while Tala had sat near the door earlier in the evening. He knew he had to be patient with her and he was already growing slightly erect by the mere thought that she was struggling so hard to please him, to do something that so obviously terrified her to even considering doing alone, let alone with an audience. A small smile grew across his lips while he waited patiently and he crossed his arms to give Tala a gentle reminder that he was waiting for her to complete her task. Her eyes flickered up in his direction, noting the movement, then back to the ground. Leaning on her right side, her legs bent to her left, she reached down between her legs and pushed her hand down to the ground to adjust herself so that she was sitting straight up. Her hand still resting and blocking her sex from his view, she brought her knees up, bending her legs a bit to barely spread her legs, the short black skirt gliding slowly up her thighs to expose most of her long legs. She leaned back and held herself up with her left hand, locking her elbow and looking down between her legs, taking a deep breath and trying to decide how to proceed.

Her hand gently resting on her sex, she looked up to Cross once more and spoke very softly, hoping to gain more mercy from him: “Mr. Cross… I don’t even know what I’m doing… Only you have ever made me… do that…” She couldn’t even bring herself to say the word “cum.” Cross couldn’t help but smile at this, having wondered himself if she had ever brought herself to ecstasy; though he doubted it, he couldn’t be eskişehir escort certain. It also aroused him to think that he indeed had the pleasure and power over her to give her something that only he had seemed able to do.

For a few moments, he considered prohibiting her from ever touching herself again and instead being the sole man to administer pleasure to her ever, but her rosy cheeks and glistening sex, her firm round breasts and her long legs, and her constant shifting to account for her sore bottom, were too much for Cross to resist. “You wanted to be my student, did you not? You came to me, right… the first night and again tonight?” The questions were rhetorical and they both knew it. Her silent acquiescence was enough and he made one more comment then waited quietly and patiently for her to continue. “Now’s the time to start learning, pet… begin.” The tone of his voice made it quite evident to her that reprising her request for help would only make him angrier.

She looked down once more and spread her legs a little wider, anticipating that Cross would instruct her to do so and not wanting to hear him scold her again. She moved her hand timidly over her sex, rubbing it lightly up and down, using all four fingers to move up and down her slit, pausing occasionally to rub in a small circle over her clit. Within seconds, she realized that she could close her eyes to close herself away from the outside world and concentrate on what she was doing. Her eyes closed and face down, she continued rubbing up and down until her fingers began to stick a bit to her own skin, the previously smooth motion now somewhat jerky as the formerly glistening sex was now drier than before and she had become too nervous to be aroused by her own touch. She opened her eyes and looked down at her hand and her pussy surprised, staring at them both trying to understand what she was doing wrong. Cross couldn’t help but chuckle, which caused Tala to grow more humiliated and her eyes started welling up as she grew concerned that she wasn’t going to be able to please him.

Pounding his own chest, Cross let out a small cough and smiled with one more chuckle, “I’m sorry, lilie… I couldn’t help it, but it was too cute… do you know what you’re missing?” Not looking up at him, she withdrew her hand and placed it into her lap, squeezing her thighs together to hide it. She simply shook her head “no” and waited for him to enlighten her. “Stand up and come here…” he ordered of her and she drew herself quickly to her feet and stepped over her panties on the floor towards him, hopeful that he was going to pat her on the back, thank her for trying and give her a new assignment. But Cross would never have considered that and was prepared to sit there all night while she tried to complete his request – little did he know that would nearly turn out to be the case. Standing just before him, he ordered her to part her legs and her cheeks grew a deeper crimson when she realized she wasn’t getting out of the performance. Moving her legs shoulder-width apart, Cross moved his right hand to his mouth and extended his tongue, licking his palm all the way up to the tips of his fingers and gently placed the hand between her legs to cup her, rubbing his fingers and palm up and down her slit, lubricating her sex and smiling. After two or three strokes up and down he removed his hand and smiled to her, her eyes having been down and averted to the side. Gently grasping her gaziantep escort chin and guiding her face so that her eyes locked onto his, he smiled reassuringly. “Now then, there are better ways to accomplish that glide, but we will get to that in time. If need be, don’t be afraid to get yourself started in that way. Return to your place and continue your task.”

She was certain his fingers must have felt how hot her face was burning while he instructed her, but she nodded quickly and took her spot, resuming her position. She moved her hand up and down her sex, now easily gliding with Cross’s assistance and she let out her first soft moan and her hand circled around her clit once more. She shifted in position to account for her sore rear and sat up, spreading her legs more widely to balance herself, her left hand now moving to rub at her breast on the outside of her corset. Closing her eyes and concentrating on the feel of her hands rubbing at the two places she had been most aroused by so far, she continued rubbing a bit until she moaned a second time, though her nervousness had nowhere near subsided yet. The result of her uneasiness meant that she found herself having run dry once more and she shyly raised her right hand to her mouth and mimicked the licking motion that she had observed from Cross. This process cycled three or four times over fifteen minutes or so, while Cross sat quietly watching her intently, his own arousal having moved in well before hers.

With her eyes closed and no sounds from Cross, she began imagining that she was alone, back in the tub on the day that Cross first encountered her exploring her own breasts. Lost in the thought of that day, trying desperately to focus and pretend she was alone, she dipped her hand down into her corset to play with her breast without the interference of the clothes, but found it incredibly difficult and so she struggled to free both of her breasts from the corset, pushing it down a bit and lifting each to rest atop the part of the corset that gently lifted them. Biting her lower lip and squinting her eyes shut as she was inclined to open them and look around, she drew her thoughts back to the tub and began to imitate her recollection of that exploration, her left hand circling around each breast then gently coming to rest on her left nipple to pinch gently at it, as Cross had done. Her right hand reached up to her mouth and rewet her sex, both hands now working the erogenous zones and her thoughts deeply concentrated on her inner fantasies. She moaned more loudly as her left hand reached across to pinch her right breast and rubbed her clitoris a bit more aggressively, her arousal arriving somewhat unexpectedly. Moaning more loudly, more gutturally, and more frequently, she continued working her breasts and her sex, imagining the water rolling over her and listening to the light movement of the pool that was actually beside her to inspire and delude herself that she was actually exploring herself alone.

She worked at her pussy for close to forty-five minutes, at some points seemingly close to an orgasm, her moans highly pitched and choppy… and other points, seeming to struggle with the task, unable to actually make herself cum for him. Despite her best attempts at finishing herself off for him, every time she grew near to orgasm, her thoughts brought her back to Gabriel Cross, because he was the only man who ever made her feel that way, and she would quickly and regrettably giresun escort remember that he was still in the room, watching her during this terribly intimate and vulnerable time and suddenly her movements would grow awkward and graceless, her body stiff and unable to relax, her orgasm slipping away from her. She kept at it a bit longer, but her hands were growing tired and she grew doubtful that she could actually do as he asked. Finally opening her eyes and looking up to him, she pled once more, “Please… I can’t do this without you…” When she finished her sentence and actually looked at his face, she noted that his expression was like that of nothing she had ever really seen from him before – it was a mix of pride, happiness, amusement, and… arousal? She could not be certain, but she thought she could see a color and liveliness to his face that she hadn’t really ever seen.

Cross simply raised his chin and one eyebrow, and stared down at her for a few moments, then spoke. “You can and you will. And this time, pet, look at me while you touch yourself, I want to see every part of you while you do this for me.”

Now completely mortified and concerned, she felt helpless and impotent. Seeing her discouragement, Cross spoke once more, “I am very pleased by your performance so far, lilie, just imagine while you touch yourself that it is actually my hand touching you…” and with that she nodded, dropped her hand down to her sex, boldly dipped her middle finger between her lips to slick up her pussy and began the motions once more, her eyes down at first until she heard him sternly remind her, “Eyes on me, girl.” Lifting her eyes to his, she continued rubbing herself and grasping and kneading at her breasts. Despite her fear in facing him while she touched herself, she realized that watching him while she touched herself, seeing his gentle smiles, noticing the subtle shifting in his sitting positions, and receiving the occasional nods from him, were all reassuring and she felt more encouraged to finish… even slightly aroused when she could see Cross’s desire for her growing.

And then she felt it coming… the sudden rising feeling, her thighs instinctively moving to close and her moans growing more and more high pitched… she moaned and squealed and Cross could tell that she was extremely close but still unable to surmount her fears and cum for him, the excitement and suspense of the moment driving him mad, he sat forward on the bench and leaned towards her, “Cum for me, lilie…. Cum for me right… now…”

Higher and higher pitched moans echoed throughout the room as her hand anxiously worked at her swollen clit, the other one now pinching tightly at her nipple without her even realizing what she was doing, she moaned one last time, then threw her head back and howled as the orgasm washed over her, quickly dropping her hand from her breast to the ground to support herself, her hand still rubbing wildly at her clit, while she screamed in pleasure over and over again, “Oh Cross! Oh Cross! Oh Crosssssssssssssss!” Her head thrashed about for a bit, then she remembered her orders and she looked to him, trying to maintain eye contact, but having a hard time focusing on anything at all while she continued cumming and writhing on that cold tile floor. She lay back while she finished cumming, the coolness sending shivers through her, and kept her small hand pressed against her pounding clit, enjoying every throb as it pulsed through her, all thoughts of modesty gone completely at that moment. Her chest rising and falling quickly as she panted out the rest of her performance and her left hand raised up to hold her forehead as she began to feel dizzy.

The last thing she remembered was Cross cooing, “Good girl, lilie, what a good girl you are to me…”

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I don’t think that I can take it any more. I have been counting down the days all year, survived the cold, thinking ahead to the glory that awaits me. The days are dragging by, and my mind is about to go mad with crazy waiting. Am I talking about my birthday? No, that just sneaks up on me and when it is time for that I don’t like the idea of adding one to my age. “You’re a guy,” you say, “Is it maybe the super bowl?” I like football, but it’s not something that I worry about. I personally prefer college to pro. But this is all beside the point. The point is, of course, what have I been waiting for? It is really kind of sad, but it is a passion that I indulge in once a year to just get lost in the ecstasy. Finally, in mid-February, it comes. Perhaps you know now what I am talking about. The time in which pre-teen minds tremble with excitement, can they get it past their mom? The oasis in the bleak of winter. It is, without question, the best issue of any magazine that will be published. Surely you know by now? It is, The Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Edition.

I see my wife go to the mailbox, and I freeze, and then panic. Does it come today? I’m not very sure. My subscriptions regularly come on a Thursday. Today is Tuesday. But the Swimsuit issue is sent on a different day, and my woman whom I really do love with all my heart could be about to take it away. I think furiously on how to stop her, but she is already putting her hand in the mailbox. As she begins to remove it, I see a dark blue Camry slow to a stop. Yes! My wife’s best friend Courtney has just stopped to chat a little bit. I must act fast. I fly down the hall and jump down the steps four at a time. I burst out the door of our two-story home, and then slow my pace as I see the women already laughing it up without a care in the world. I walk up behind her and say hello to Courtney as I tell my wife I will take the mail in. She hands it over without even pausing her sentence, and I wait until I get inside to look at the mail, and I sigh as I see that my magazine of joy did not come.

The next day, I risk nothing. I come home for lunch, and then meet the postman at the mailbox. As I take it from him, I can smell it. The cologne adds tingles my nose as I smell the familiar smell of my favorite issue. It sits in the back, and I eagerly place it on top to be greeted by the sight of a breathtaking bikini-clad blonde on all fours, licking her lips seductively with her breasts hanging down in all their glory. The black string she called a bathing suit contrasted perfectly to her light skin. The beach that she was so sexily sprawled out upon was beautiful as the sun set behind some mountains in the distance. I resist the urge kuşadası escort to begin to look at it; the tingle I get in my pants from the blonde is enough for now.

The ritual I go through with my pages of delight will truly be rewarding, as I can tell from the cover. Now you may be thinking that it is bad that I would be so sneaky behind my own wife’s back. But you have me wrong. I love my wife, I really do. We have a great relationship and I have never slept with another woman since we got married. But, (and you knew there would be a but, didn’t you) she is not the most beautiful person in the world. She is plain, but I do love her despite that. However, once a year I let my imagination run wild, and I masturbate to those heavenly bodies. When I’m done, I am totally back to my wife, but for 30 magic minutes I am furiously ravaging those angels in my mind. Of course, I must be patient. My wife could never know that I did this, because she is VERY particular about stuff like this. I don’t blame her. I wouldn’t want her jacking herself off to playgirl of something like that. So I will be careful.

Days drag by, the mind always thinking of what I have hidden in the attic. The attic is perfect, because nobody ever goes up there unless it’s to put more stuff up. We have things going back 10 or 12 years, and more keeps pilling up. I hide it in the same perfect spot. In the back corner, there is an old desk. It isn’t even ours, the people who had the house before us left it. It is surrounded by old books and a couch. All I have to do though is walk down the couch and there I am. I hide it in the bottom drawer, and not just in there, under the papers and files that are in it. Like I said, you can’t get much better than that.

So the days continue, and my wife seems cemented at home. Oh sure, I am home sometimes when she isn’t, but I need time, and she absolutely cannot come in when I am doing it. She has to be gone to something she won’t and can’t leave early, something like a party won’t do. She could become bored, or feel tired, and come home. That would never do. So, a full week after the sweetest piece of mail a man can receive arrived, my wife told me she was going to a play. She said it was called Lay Mizerab or something, I wasn’t really listening, because I hate plays. Then she told me it would be over in The Auditorium and at that my ears perked up. The Auditorium was a good 35 min. drive away, and that would mean the driving time alone would be enough for me to get the job done, even if she walked in the door of The Auditorium, hated it, and left. But she would stay, so I had at least 3 hours at home, alone. The play was on Friday, kocaeli escort and so I was forced to wait, but my prize was in sight, and my woman would be without a doubt gone. And so Friday, and 6:00, she left. The play didn’t start until 7, she said, but she wanted a good seat. Those damn general admission things. She said she wouldn’t be back until at earliest 10:30. I kissed her on the cheek and told her I was going to watch a movie or something, and then probably be out by the time she got home. She then smiled and left, hopping in Courtney’s car. Yes, the same Courtney that scared me so much at first, now took her away for the time I needed.

I turn on the TV, and sit and watch. You might wonder why I would do this. Well, I told my wife I would watch a movie, and I am going to. At least that is, until I can be sure she isn’t coming back. She could have forgotten any number of things, and I don’t want to be caught at all costs. So I sit and I watch Speed. I sit there throughout the entire first action scene, and one of the closing lines makes me grin. Holding Keanu Reeves partner hostage with one hand and a trigger to a vest of C4 in the other, the bad guy says, “If I drop this stick, we pick your friend up here with a sponge.” I think, “I’m gonna drop on my stick, and I’ll wipe my jiz of my friend with sponge.” Laughing, I turn the movie off, now sure that my wife is gone, and head into the attic.

I climb along the couch, open the bottom drawer, and remove the papers from on top of my precious. The sight of the hourglass-shaped blonde on the cover sends a tingle into my genitals, and my eyes devour her body as I walk down the stairs to my bedroom. I take my pants off, and then my boxers. I sit down at the head of the bed propped up by several pillows and once again bring my eyes to rest on the cover. I take a deep breathe, adjust the pillows behind my slightly, and open the Sports Illustrated Swimsuit Issue.

I make it exactly two pages before I stop. Even the table of contents has gorgeous women! A stunning black woman is the cause of my stopping now. She is standing tall in between two palm trees, and her hands are covering her ample breasts. My hand drops down to my dick, and I begin to rub it. It is already starting to harden when I get past two cologne ads and one timberland add. Now I am up to the first location they are shooting at. O God, I think, I may not make it past this section. The opening of the section has two different incredible brunettes, in matching hot pink bikinis.

My cock is now rapidly rising to full mast, and the pages pass as my eyes are filled with the women. “These women should be the wonders of the konya escort world, not pyramids and waterfalls and stuff,” I think as I rest my eyes on another angel, this one with a drenched t-shirt on, and I feel my cock strain to a new tightness. The shirt clings and shows off every wonderful curve of her amazing chest.

The pages go on, and my hand, which has been slowly stroking up and down on my cock, jerks when I encounter the Latin girl about halfway through. I feel pre-cum start to leak out of my rod as the woman in the picture tempts me. She is facing away from the camera, and as she is bending down I see one of the most amazing asses I have ever set eyes on. Then white thong is deep up her crack, and her best asset is proudly on display.

My hand is now working up and down the stick at a fairly good pace, and more images flash before my eyes as I feel the pleasure on my penis increase. Busty blonde, slutty redhead, cute Asian, all parade before me. Another stopper comes up and I enjoy the beauty of this bikini-clad sailor. The brown haired seaman is leaning up against the mast of a boat and looking at some far away point, and looking damn hot doing it. The captains hat was just so, and the top just made her boobs go uhh! Her boobs didn’t actually do that, but I did as I gazed deep into her cleavage.

I felt my orgasm coming, and I reached the last picture. You might think I was done? O no, I flipped back to the middle, and as I pulled out the centerfold I gasped. This had to be the most gorgeous, drop dead, beautiful, incredible, make-a-blind-man-hard woman I had ever seen. She screamed sex with every sinew of her being. My hand went to a frantic pace on my dick, and my pupils bulged from their sockets to get a better look at her. The blonde was lying completely naked in the surf. One arm was draped over her magnificent tits, and with her other hand she grasped her pussy. She stared straight through the picture into my eyes, and I was captivated. As I indulged myself in her glory, I cam to realize how much that arm lacked to cover up the truly breath-taking hooters. As my fingers flew over my boner, I entered a fantasy world, with just me and her. I saw her lying there on the beach, with the tide coming up over her. In my mind and grasped her, and as I kissed that face I removed her arms. I cried out as I shoved my raging erection deep into her hot tunnel, and I knew she had been waiting for me. I humped her madly, my cock sliding in and out of her sweat-soaked pussy, and then I came.

I felt my jiz come shooting out of me, and it landed squarely on her sex. I continued to furiously jack, and I felt one, then another, stream of seaman exit out onto the picture of the incredible woman of my passion. I fell back into the pillows, gasping for air, and I released my prick and felt it begin to shrink back down. I sighed, took one last look at the heavenly creature, closed the magazine, and as I cleaned up I began to eagerly await next years issue.

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I get up off the train. Smoothing my black dress as it clings to my tights. My leather ankle boots clink as I step along the platform. My laptop bag slung over my shoulder and my coffee in hand. I walk through the barriers and out onto the street. The wind whips my hair around my face. I spy the hotel and cross the road, the busy sounds of London surrounding me. People rushing to work. The hotel looks grand as I walk in the revolving doors my foot steps echo through the hall. I’m early. I walk over to reception, giving the man my name. He hands me my name tag and lanyard. I slip it over my neck and flick my hair back. As I turn to walk away he tells me to stop. My name rings a bell. He disappears behind the doors and comes back, a small box in hand.

“This was left for you last night”.

Curious I take the box, my name written across the top. Suddenly my heart skips a beat. I notice the initials in the corner. It’s from him.

I walk to the side and sit on the huge, velvet armchair. I slide my fingers over the box. It’s smaller than a shoe box, taped shut. I gently pull the tape off. My throat feels dry and I lick my lips. I cross my legs. I tuck my hair behind my ear. I gently lift the lid. I can see two packages inside. Labeled morning and afternoon. There’s a hand written note.

“open me in private”.

I put the lid back on and look out across the hallway. No ones looking at me. My face feels flushed. I stand up and cast my eyes across the room. I spy the sign for the ladies room pointing up stairs. I check my watch. I’m early . I have time for whatever he’s given me.

I open the door and walk in slowly, gently nudging each door to see if there’s anyone here. There isn’t. My stomach flutters as I walk into a cubicle hatay escort and lock it behind me. The room is fancy, marble tops, lavender on the side, a brass hook to hang my bang on, which I do. I close the toilet lid and sit on it, box on my lap. I take the lid off and place it on the floor. I open the package labeled morning. I pull off the brown paper and a note flutters out. I grab it before it slips away. He’s written to me

“Wear these this morning. Keep them in. When you cross your legs they’ll move. You’ll like it. Text me good morning once they’re in.”

I unfold the paper further and two silver balls fall into my lap. Jiggle balls. Silver, silicone, cold. He wants me to wear them. This morning. I’ll be surrounded by 100 people. I gently put the note back and the paper inside the box.

I lift my dress up around my hips and slip my fingers in the top of my tights. I pull them down my thighs to around my knees. I lick my lips. My mouth is dry. My heart races as I finger the silver balls. I use one hand to slip my knickers down to my mid-thighs, the lace clinging to me. I’m wet. So wet. I hold the cold ball against my pussy. Rubbing it on the outside of my lips. My juices lubing them up. I slowly push the first ball inside me. I gasp. I push the second one in. I feel them inside me. I sway my hips from side to side, gently, moving them. I have to clench to hold them in. I pull my knickers up and my tights. I sit down and lean back. I feel them inside me as I sit up and cross my legs they gently rock and I feel the pleasure inside me. I put the box in my bag and pull out my phone.

“Good Morning.”

I stare at my phone waiting for a response. I keep waiting – I stand up and test the ığdır escort movement of sitting down. I gasp out. I’m not used to this. I open the door and walk to the sink. No ones here. I walk up and down and feel the pleasurable rocking inside me. I stop and stare in the mirror and smile. It’s exhilarating. I walk gently out of the room and down the stairs. Constantly awareness of what’s inside me. I walk over to the conference tables and offer my hand to the first person I see. I introduce myself and smile. I feel my phone buzz. I want to check it and the thought of what he’ll say causes me to stammer slightly as I talk. It buzzes again. It’s ringing. I excuse myself and walk quickly outside. The sensations intensify.

“Did you like my present?” He purrs.

“Yes.” I gasp.

“How does it feel?”

I lower my voice to a whisper as I stand outside the hotel on the street. “wet” I say.

“Well done. Now be a good girl and go and network.” he hangs up.

I walk back into the hotel and across the lobby. People are sitting down. I take a coffee and walk to the front, the furthest table away, and sit down. I inhale as I do. The rolling sensation is deep inside me and my stomach flutters. I can feel my Cunts wetness and my nipples erect under the lace bra. I try to shift my weight and get comfortable but I can’t. My whole body tingles. I can feel the arousal deep inside me. As I sit there I can’t concentrate. Each time I move in my chair the slightest fidget makes the balls shift and sends pulses of pleasure through my Cunt. I think of him as they do. I look at the people around me, they have no idea what I’m feeling. I stare at the speaker, barely listening, as I try and slow my heart rate down, deep ısparta escort breaths. I can feel them inside me. I want to fuck. I want to touch myself and cum, the feeling rises and I gently tap my foot. As I do my leg and chair gently vibrate and the balls deliciously jiggle, I stop. I have to keep my face blank, no one can know. I take a sip of water, my throat dry. I feel the tingling sensation between my legs. I sit and enjoy the sensations. The urge building. I have to go.

I get up and clench hard to keep the balls in, take up my hand bag and I slowly walk out of the room and to the toilet. I lock myself in the cubicle. I sit on the lid. I take off my dress, hang it on the brass hook. I’m in a bra and tights. I roll them down to my knees and take off my bra. I stroke my nipples and run one hand down my body, under my pants. I find my clit, I’m so wet my juices flowing. I pinch my nipple and gasp. I slide my fingers around the head of my clit, feeling it swell. I press two fingers on top of my clit. Right above the sensitive spot. I feel the balls move inside me gently as I slowly thrust my hips up and down. Fucking my fingers as they rest there. I lick a finger and rub my nipple. Pinching it hard. Thinking of him. Thinking of his cock in my mouth, his gorgeous thick cock. I feel the orgasm build inside me and I keep thrusting my hips, now gentle moving my fingers up and down, opposite to my hips so I rub myself for longer.

My pulse quickest and my Cunt clenches in pleasure. I feel the orgasm build and build and I bite my lip to keep quiet. As I explode the pleasure flows through my body and I grip my breast hard, holding onto something as my hips rock and my fingers quicken intensifying the feeling. As the orgasm ebbs I gasp and uncurl my toes. I gently pull out the balls, pulling on the loop but not before I insert my fingers inside and feel the balls inside my soaking Cunt, which sends spasms across my inner thigh. I sit there for a moment, panting, wet, satisfied, semi naked and I wonder – what’s this afternoon?

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I can see it very clearly in my head. I can see you at the dinner party, smiling, a drink in your hand when you see her, sitting alone at the bar. I can see the smile that brightens just a little more as you walk up behind her, noticing and appreciating her curves so well detailed by her dress.

I can see you lean in beside her, close enough to demand her attention, invading her space and knowing it. I can see her turn to look at you; I can see her eyes look you up and down. I can see her smile back at you, meeting your eyes.

“You don’t know me,” you say, “But I just want to thank you, for looking and dressing like a woman.” With that, you turn, and walk away, leaving her wondering, smiling after you. You turn and catch her eyes, catch her smiling at you.

I don’t have to be there by her to know she’s breathing a little more quickly. I don’t have to be there to know her pulse is elevated. I don’t have to be there to know that her pussy is wet as she considers you, as you walk away from her.

I don’t have to kahramanmaraş escort be there, because you’ve said things not half as charming as that to me, and I can feel the warm wet feeling spread through my pussy, soaking my panties. I can feel the way her skin tingles just a little. I can feel her legs turn to jelly when she tries to walk. I can feel the desire that pulses through her body.

Just hearing you telling me about the encounter has me shifting uncomfortably in my chair. I move more, rubbing my legs together, enjoying the friction against my clit. Wanting more so badly. Wanting the feel of your body against mine.

As I listen to you give me more details of the encounter in my ear, I lean back on my couch, and unbuttoning my pants, I slide my hand into my panties. I can feel how wet and slick my pussy already is. In my head, I fantasize that it is you, lightly tracing a finger across my wet lips, moving up and down, teasing me, making me beg for more.

I want you kastamonu escort there, sliding your dick in my pussy, filling me so nicely. Instead, I go back to imagining it is your fingers that have dipped into my pussy, pushing in to rub lightly against the walls, feeling them contract, trying to hold your fingers here, and wanting more at the same time. I imagine your fingers moving up to my clit now, rubbing slow circles around and around, just barely touching me, making me squirm.

I can see that same confident smile that I know you gave her, I can see it in my head as you are able to make me want you so effortlessly. I groan out loud as I feel your thumb press hard against my clit, then your fingers moving so quickly across it, I push against you. The constant stimulation has me arching my back, biting my lip, and then panting my way through an orgasm.

“Please,” I beg in between pants as I lay here on my couch, feeling good as the orgasm electrified my system, but far from satisfied.

“Please kayseri escort what?” you ask me.

“Please, fuck me.”

I hear you laugh in my ear. “That would be hard to do from this far away, besides, it sounds like you did a pretty good job of that yourself.”

“Not nearly good enough. I want you to fuck me. I want your dick fucking my pussy, hard. I want to feel you inside of me as I ride your dick and feel your fingers on my clit until I cum so hard I scream. I want you to fuck my ass. I want…”

Before I could continue, you stop me. “Me too, and I will. Soon.”

“Not soon enough,” I sigh as I bring my hand up so I can lick my juices off my fingers, only to move them back down to my pussy, wanting another orgasm to ease the frustration of having you only on the phone, not here with me.

“No, not soon enough, but I have to go, I have work to do.”

I whine my reluctance, knowing it only prolongs the inevitable. Knowing you have to go, and that I too have things that need my attention. Petulance does me little good, either in keeping you on the phone or in making myself feel any better, so I give it up quickly and change tactics. “Busy tomorrow afternoon?”

“I don’t know, I’ll try to make it work though.”

“Good, you do that,” and now I’m smiling as I hit the END button on my phone.

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