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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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I’m an RN at a local hospital. This story is an actual event that took place when I was a nineteen year old nursing student doing clinicals at another hospital. The names have been changed because I could loose my job over this.

It was Monday evening, I was in my third week of clinicals, and I was making my rounds to get vitals on the patients. I walked in room 222 and saw a very sexy guy with both arms in a cast that also covered the upper part of his torso. I looked at his chart and learned his name was James Roberts and he was thirty years old.

“Hello Mr. Roberts,” I said smiling, “I’m Jessica. I’m a nursing student doing my clinicals, and if you need anything this evening you just let me know.”

“Hi Jessica, please, call me Jamie.”

“OK, Jamie. What happened? Car wreck?” I asked politely.

“No, just being an idiot, trying to act younger than an old man should act.”

“Aww, come on, you’re not old.”

“I’m too old to be acting like a stuntman on my dirt bike.” He told me.

“I watched some guys jumping a hill, they made it look easy. It was easy the first three or four times, but I shoulda stopped while I was ahead.”

“What happened that last time?” I asked checking his pulse.

“Landed to hard, front forks snapped, that’s really all I remember.”

“Ouch.” I said grimicing.

“I’m not sure if I said that, but I did say a few other words.” he said chuckling.

“If there’s anything you need, just push your button and I’ll come help you.” I said heading for the door. “If not, then I’ll be back in a little while to check on you again.”

“Thanks Jessica.” I heard him say as I left his room to check on the others assigned to my watch.

I checked on everyone again a couple hours later, and around nine thirty that night his call light came on, and I went to his room to see what he needed.

“What can I do for you Mr. Roberts?” I asked walking through the door.

“My wife was going to help me bathe before she left, but I guess we both forgot. I hate to ask for someone to help me but I feel kinda nasty if I don’t bathe.” He said smiling at me. “And Mr. Roberts was my dad, My name’s Jamie.”

“Oops, sorry, kütahya escort Jamie.” I said. “Let me go get a pan and wash rag and soap, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I went to the supply closet down the hall, got the things I needed and told the head RN where I would be.

I got back to room 222, filled the pan with warm water, and set it on the roll around table beside the bed.

“OK Mr., I mean Jamie, I think I’ve got everything together now.”

“You look kinda nervous Jessica, everything OK?” He asked smiling.

“Yes, sorry, I’m just new at this sort of thing.”

“It’s cool.” he said. “You don’t have anything to be nervous about, hell I should be the nervous one.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“I’m the one that’s about to be bathed by a very beautiful young nurse.” He said grinning.

“Aww that’s sweet.” I said, feeling my face turn red. “Thank you.”

I soaped the rag and washed his face, and rinsed the soap off. Next I uncovered his legs and washed them up as far as I could without exposing his genitals and rinsed the rag out again.

“I need to get some fresh water.” I said as I went to the sink and refilled the pan with warm water.

“Now I’m the one that’s about to be embarrassed.” he said as I returned with the fresh water.

“Why are you about to be embarrassed?” I asked, squeezing out the rag and applying some soap.

“Well, there’s only one area left to wash, and it’s kinda, you know, awake right now. I tried to think about something unpleasant, but it didn’t work, so, I want to appologize in advance Jessica.”

“It’s OK, you’re not the only guy in the hospital that’s had it “wake up”.” I said reassuringly. “Besides, they warned us in class that this sort of thing happens. It happens alot from what I’ve heard from the other nurses.”

“Well, can’t blame me for it, you’re just to damned pretty.”

“Thanks again.” I said smiling. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, but I’m gonna close my eyes and pretend you’re a really ugly dude.”

I giggled and shook my head as he closed his eyes and I pulled the sheet off, exposing his enormous penis. I gasped manisa escort aloud as it came into plain view, it was at least nine inches long and very thick. I’ve had a few boyfriends and I’ve watched guys online on their webcams, but this was the biggest one I had ever laid my eyes on.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

That brought me back to my senses and I looked away from it and him.

“No, nothing’s wrong, nothing at all.” I mumbled nervously as I soaped the rag and started washing around it, trying not to look at it.

“I heard you gasp, thought maybe there’s something wrong with me.” he said.

“I’m sorry about that.” I said. “I’m supposed to be profesional, but it just shocked me when I saw how big it is.”

“You are acting very profesional Jessica, I guess I should have warned you or something.”

“Although it is very impressive.” I said looking at it again, feeling my panties start to dampen. “I can honestly say I’ve never touched……..I mean I’ve never seen one that big.”

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked.

“I can’t, I’m not supposed to, I could get kicked out of the nursing class.”

“How are you going to clean it without touching it?”

“Well, I guess I’m not doing my job if I don’t bathe you thouroughly.”

I soaped the rag again and nervously rubbed the rag up the length to the head, feeling him jump a little.

“Why don’t you wash it with out the rag.” He whispered. “It’ll just be between us, I won’t tell a soul Jessica. Besides, you can’t leave me like this, I can’t help myself out right now. Please help me.”

With that said, I put the rag down and soaped my hand real good. I reached down to his hard cock and stopped.

“Please Jessica,” he whispered, “Please, I need to cum really bad.”

I grabbed the massive cock, feeling it’s mass, feeling it throb in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around the base and slowly stroked to the top, feeling the veins in the shaft pulse with his heart beat, feeling my hand slide over the big mushroom shaped head. I heard him quietly moan and felt his cock twitch when my hand slid back off the head and down the length. I picked up the pace, my mardin escort hand slid up and back down, over and over, finding the perfect rythym.

“Oh Jessica,” he moaned. “This feels awesome.”

I smiled and tightened my grip slightly, feeling my pussy tingling and noticing my panties getting damper. I so deperatly wanted to touch myself as I jacked off this sexy, helpless man, but I restrained, knowing it wouldn’t be a very profesional thing to do.

“Oh god.” he panted a couple of minutes later. “I’m….gonna…..cum….soon.”

I tighened my grip on his enormous cock and stroked him even faster. He was moaning with every stroke now, I felt the girth of his cock expand and from past experiences knew it was time. He grunted as I watched the first stream of thick cum erupt from the swollen head of his dick. I kept stroking up and down and thick streams of cum would shoot out on every upstroke. His hot cum was landing on his belly and my arm and the bed and on his legs. When I had milked the last of the cum out of his balls I got the wash rag and cleaned him up, watching his body spasm when I would touch his sensitive cock.

“Jessica, thank you.” he panted, trying to catch his breath. “That was the best hand job I have ever recieved.”

“Aww, you’re just saying that.” I smiled.

“No, I’m serious, you are very talented.”

“Well, I’ve had plenty of practice.” I told him as I was dumping the pan of water in the sink.

“Really? I’d love to hear about that.”

“Maybe later.” I told him. “Right now I’ve got to check on a few patients.”

“Jessica, again, I want to thank you, it really was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome Jamie, just please don’t tell a soul.” I begged.

“I give you my word that I will never tell anyone.”

“I trust you. Goodnight.”

I left his room and went straight to the restroom in the nurses lounge and took off my soaked panties and fingered myself to a very quick, but very satisfying orgasm. I dropped the panties into my purse, and finished my shift as if nothing had happened, but I still couldn’t get his cock out of my mind. Unfortunately that was the last time I saw Jamie, as he was released from the hospital the next day, before my shift started.

I won’t tell you that was the only time I helped a sexy patient, but that first time was the most memorable. Who knows, if you like this story well enough, maybe I’ll write about some of the others, you all can let me know what you think.

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Amy naked, wrists and ankles bound to each corner of the bed, and Sarah leaning over her, teasing her, touching her, making her beg again and again and again for release, Amy promising her the world and more, anything, absolutely anything to please please please just let her cum…

“Your boarding pass please, madam.”

Luisa came back to reality with a start, realising that she’d been day dreaming again… fantasising about what Amy was going to do with Sarah that night, the thoughts going round and round and getting more outlandish by the minute.

She blushed and smiled, replying in her accented English as she handed it over, “Sorry, thinking too much.”

“No problem,” came the reply, professional but friendly. “Have a good flight.”

Luisa nodded and headed to board the plane, bound from London for Naples to take her to her latest modelling job in Amalfi.

Before she realised it she found her mind drifting again, imagining Amy and Sarah pleasuring each other at the same time, heads between each other’s legs, bodies tensing, hands gripping at each other’s thighs as they both got close, so close but not quite there…

It was funny, she thought, that she didn’t even know what Sarah looked like, didn’t know what her and Amy did together except for some brief mentions of a whole dominant submissive vibe and Amy’s demonstration back in LA a couple of weeks before that she knew her way around the world of strap ons and restraints and who knew what else.

So for now, Sarah was played in her mind by another powerful, older businesswoman that Luisa knew, an agent in LA that Luisa had always had a bit of a crush on, not enough to do anything about it but enough to know it was there and to be open to something if the opportunity ever arose. And her mind ran free imagining what they were doing.

All of this distraction, all of this day dreaming because of having seen a couple of messages come up on Amy’s phone that morning, messages from Sarah making it very clear that that night her and Amy had something intimate planned, something that she was clearly excited about.

Not a problem, not technically. Amy and Luisa were in love, but they were also in an open relationship… a necessity for both their lives, Amy with her thing with Sarah as well as, until recently, a long term boyfriend, while for Luisa there was, well, for want of a better word her compartments, complexity in spades, not forgetting the fact that the two women lived 5,000 miles apart, Luisa in LA and Amy in London.

Amy didn’t know that Luisa knew that she was seeing Sarah later, but that was ok, within their relationship parameters. They had no obligation to tell each other. Luisa felt jealous, yes, but not an all consuming how dare you do this sort of jealousy. Well, maybe at first but that had soon abated as she had time to think about it.

More, she realised, it was jealousy that she couldn’t be there too… she wanted to share her life with the woman she loved, and these fantasies that kept flooding into her mind had Luisa there, in the room, an interested observer. Maybe even a participant… she felt herself drifting again, imagining herself there in the room with them and stopped herself, forcing herself back into the moment.

And, of course, if she was genuinely jealous she’d also be a massive hypocrite. Because waiting in Amalfi was someone who had been very special to Luisa over the eight years of her professional modelling career, someone interwoven in the fabric of that time. Luisa’s version of Amy’s Sarah.

Alethea.

Luisa’s kryptonite, her Greek goddess, the one woman that Luisa knew she could never, ever say no to. Never wanted to say no to. The one person who had been there at the outset of her career and was still there eight years on.

Amy’s turn this time, Sarah waiting, obedient, submissive, on her hands and knees while Amy built the tension, walking around wearing a strap-on, a sordid, erotic image that Luisa knew well now from lived experience with Amy, before Amy positions herself behind Sarah, a fistful of Sarah’s hair in one hand, her hip held by the other, Sarah moaning loudly as Amy slides into her…

Stop it, thought Luisa. Focus on the moment. Focus on what lies ahead, not what is happening in London.

Alethea.

It had been a surprise seeing her name on the call sheet, particularly so soon after she’d last seen Alethea just before Luisa had first met Amy. She hadn’t been ready for that yet, for the overlap between whatever it was she had with Alethea and the woman she loved in Amy, the two people that stood above all others in her life.

Over the eight years of her modelling career, Luisa had perfected the art of compartmentalisation. It wasn’t a strategy that she’d consciously developed. Rather it had evolved naturally as the only way to navigate the complex reality of her life in the modelling industry and the challenges of near constant travel and constant upheaval. Each aspect of her afyon escort existence occupied its own separate space, walls between them thick and impermeable.

There was her professional compartment… the strategic and usually very short term arrangements with photographers, other models, and industry powerbrokers that had advanced her career. These relationships existed in a space where physical intimacy and professional advancement intertwined without emotional complication, but always, always nowadays in a way that placed a premium on a strong interpersonal chemistry and Luisa’s personal pleasure too.

Then there was the compartment housing her casual relationships… the “not-boyfriends” as she sometimes called them. Carlos back in Mexico City until she moved to LA a year and a half ago. Later, Julian in LA. These men existed in a space of comfortable ambiguity, neither fully committed nor entirely casual, a halfway house for her emotional availability but always men around the fashion industry, men who helped her professionally.

Alethea occupied her own unique compartment… consuming, intoxicating, defying easy categorization. From that first night in Tulum when Luisa was eighteen, through their subsequent encounters over the years, Montana, Rio, Miami and the rest, Alethea had occupied a space unlike any other in Luisa’s life. Not quite love, not merely desire, but something that transcended both, something that pulled Luisa back time and again with gravitational force.

And now there was Amy’s compartment… terrifyingly different from the others, threatening to spill beyond its boundaries and flood every other carefully separated area of Luisa’s life. What had begun as a chance encounter in an LA club had rapidly evolved into something Luisa hadn’t experienced since before her modelling career began… genuine, all-consuming love.

As she settled back in her seat while the plane took off, she realised that that was what scared her most as the plane carried her toward Naples, toward Alethea. For the first time in eight years, Luisa’s carefully constructed compartments were beginning to leak into each other. The walls were thinning. And she wasn’t sure she knew how to exist without them.

With Amy, Luisa had found herself doing something unprecedented, imagining a future together, a shared life beyond the next photoshoot or fashion season. But after eight years of relationships that served her career, of connections maintained with professional precision, of her heart protected behind walls of pragmatic detachment, Luisa feared that she had forgotten, or perhaps had never learned, how to do this. How to be someone’s partner rather than their arranged companion. How to love without strategic calculation, to love unconditionally.

Despite their agreement to keep things open, despite the rational understanding that their respective careers and circumstances made traditional monogamy impractical, Luisa knew that what she felt for Amy transcended these pragmatic arrangements.

Amy deserved better than a woman who didn’t know how to love properly, who had spent nearly a decade perfecting the art of emotional distance. Amy deserved someone whose heart wasn’t divided into compartments, someone who could give herself completely without reservation or hesitation.

Yet even knowing this, even loving Amy with an intensity that sometimes frightened her, Luisa knew with absolute certainty what would happen when she saw Alethea in Amalfi. It was inevitable, as certain as the laws of physics.

Alethea would look at her with those eyes that seemed to see straight through every defence, with that slight smile that told Luisa volumes, would touch her with those hands that knew exactly where and how, and Luisa would surrender completely… just as she had every time before.

Luisa closed her eyes, letting her head rest against the window as the plane continued its journey southward. She should have told Amy about Alethea. Should have explained this inexplicable pull, this one relationship that defied her otherwise impeccable control.

The open nature of their relationship meant Amy would likely understand intellectually, but how could Luisa explain the emotional gravity, the significance of Alethea to her when she barely understood it herself?

Instead, she’d kept silent, adding another layer to the compartmentalisation that had defined her adult life. Another secret, another division, another wall between who she was with Amy and who she would inevitably become the moment she saw Alethea again.

Somewhere down below, at the end of this journey, Alethea was waiting. And Luisa would go to her, as she always did.

The only question was whether the compartment that held Amy could survive what was about to happen. Or whether, at long last, the carefully constructed architecture of Luisa’s emotional life was about to collapse entirely.

Realising that fantasising about Amy and Sarah together aydın escort wasn’t going to help, Luisa forced her mind to focus instead on how she’d got to this point, the experiences that had made her who she was.

She thought back to her first international photoshoot, to a luxury villa in Tulum, to the moment she first laid eyes on Alethea and felt her world irrevocably change, and how the journey that that had put her on ended with Amy.

8 years before

Tulum wasn’t the centre of the world, Luisa knew that at the time, but for an 18 year old trying to make it in the modelling world, someone who’d never left Mexico, never stepped into a multi-day shoot where the photographers spoke several languages and the clothes were from labels straight off the pages of a magazine, it certainly felt like it.

It was her first big photoshoot, an opportunity that had come out of nowhere at the last minute when another model had dropped out and they needed someone urgently. Luisa must have fit the look, either that or her agent had been doing better work than Luisa gave her credit for, and before she knew what was happening she was saying goodbye to her parents, her boyfriend was dropping her off at the airport, she was sat on a plane with a car waiting for her when she arrived, her name held up on a board, a room in a good hotel, all expenses paid… it was one of those opportunities that comes up in life that you have to seize and make the most of, and that was what Luisa planned to do.

The photoshoot was at a luxury villa set back from the beach, gardens, a pool, large open rooms inside, she could see exactly why they’d chosen it. Walking around on that first morning after a night almost hiding in her room, too nervous and star struck to introduce herself to the other models that she knew and recognised from the magazine cuttings on her wall at home but had never met, never even got close to meeting, Luisa felt like she’d been transported into the pages. It felt right, it was where she wanted to be.

It was a hive of activity, make-up artists and stylists and creative who-knew-what-they-dids all rushing around, and when Luisa introduced herself, she was soon seated and being prepared.

Sat with her feet on the cool stone floor of what looked like the villa’s dining room, she told herself that she would be professional, she would be focused, she would be the kind of woman who deserved to be there because, she told herself again and again, she did deserve to be there. Everyone had to start somewhere, and for Luisa this was going to kick start her whole career.

That worked, right up until she saw Alethea.

It was early on the second day of shooting, the air still cool from the night-time, the real heat of the day a few hours away yet. Luisa had stepped outside on to the villa’s terrace in search of a cup of coffee, not quite used to being up so early, and there, standing at the edge of the pool, deep in conversation with one of the photographers, was Alethea.

Luisa recognised her immediately, had known she was going to be there from the lists she’d been given, but Alethea was different to everyone else… she was famous in a way that no one else there was, not necessarily to someone in the street but certainly in this world. Famous enough that she had clout, she had power. She was the star of this photoshoot, without a doubt, and with that came influence.

Luisa couldn’t help but stare, seeing this person she’d admired in fashion magazines in the flesh. She was already dressed in her first costume of the day, or maybe her second or third, Luisa could only guess, wearing nothing but a simple black one-piece swimsuit and on oversized blue shirt that was unbuttoned and left one shoulder bare.

Alethea was tall, slim, a figure that Luisa knew well, her dark straight hair, almost black, falling to just below her shoulders and framing a stunningly beautiful face. Only a couple of years older than Luisa, Alethea by the age of 20 had had the exact career trajectory that Luisa aspired to, a rapid rise that meant her extra two years were a lifetime’s difference in experience between them.

She was in intense conversation with the photographer, but it was purely professional. Serious but not confrontational, this was someone who took modelling as seriously as Luisa planned to. First impressions, Luisa was impressed.

The photographer nodded agreement and left, and Alethea turned, looking at Luisa who looked away instinctively before looking back again to see Alethea’s eyes still on her. It was only a second or two before someone else came walking towards Alethea, calling her name, but it was enough.

Alethea had seen her and, Luisa fervently hoped, recognised her as a fellow professional.

A couple of hours later, the day starting to heat up, Luisa having gone through several different costumes already, she was taking a moment in the relative cool of the villa ağrı escort when she saw Alethea walking past.

No, not past. Towards her. Directly towards her. Seeking her out.

Luisa looked at her and smiled, trying to look open and welcoming, but Alethea simply said, “Come with me.” Her voice was smooth and quiet yet confident, spoken in accented English, and Luisa was left in little doubt that Alethea was the one with the power here and Luisa wasn’t.

Without really thinking about it Luisa followed her, walking barefoot across the stone of the terrace and round to the side of the villa where there was a low stone wall shaded by trees above.

Alethea produced a pack of cigarettes and a lighter and lit up. She leaned against the wall, resting on the top of it, and Luisa copied her. It felt surreal, both wearing swimwear with thin robes on top, leaning there with someone she’d only seen in a magazine.

After a couple of drags, Alethea looked at Luisa and said, “You’re new.” A statement, not a question, but she said nothing more, just looked at Luisa as she took another drag and exhaled, somehow making smoking look cool as hell.

Into the silence, Luisa said, “Yes.” She wanted to say more but she felt star struck, tongue tied, so ended up saying nothing.

Alethea seemed to understand instinctively. Maybe she was used to that reaction. “You won’t be for long,” she replied. She held out the cigarette to Luisa, offering it, and Luisa leaned forward and took a drag while Alethea held it to her lips, not because she wanted to but because it didn’t feel like she could say no.

She breathed in deeply then exhaled, not a smoker normally but certainly she’d experimented enough in her youth to not make a fool of herself by coughing. Alethea watched her and smiled in approval.

“You’re local?”

“Tulum, no. But Mexico, yes. My first international photoshoot.”

“You’ll be fine. We all start somewhere.” She paused. “If you need something, come and talk to me.”

Luisa smiled but wasn’t sure what to say, it feeling more and more surreal by the minute.

They stayed there in companionable silence, Alethea giving Luisa another couple of drags, then she stood up straight. “They’ll be expecting us.” She paused and looked at Luisa, looking like she was about to say something else, but then said nothing before she walked off.

From that moment Alethea took Luisa under her wing. Or maybe, in hindsight, under her control. Luisa had never been sure then or after where one ended and the other began.

On set, when she wasn’t being photographed herself, Alethea would stay close, stepping in to correct her stance with a touch on her hips here and a hand on her shoulders there, guiding her chin with a light touch of her fingers on Luisa’s jaw, quiet words of encouragement when Luisa was struggling to understand instinctively what the photographer wanted from her, coaching her and teaching her the professional tricks behind this type of modelling.

When they broke for meals or had a lull in the schedule Alethea would find her, inviting her to sit with her at the long table on the terrace, sometimes just the two of them locked in conversation, sometimes with others as well. Alethea seemed to get on particularly well with the other models and the stylists, and Luisa soon felt like she was part of the group.

When it was just the two of them, Alethea would try her broken Spanish on Luisa before invariably it reached her limit and they both broke down giggling, and sometimes she taught Luisa some of her native Greek as well, just a few words but enough for Luisa to greet her when she saw her, before they both switched to English as their common language.

Luisa felt welcomed, she felt visible, she felt like she belonged. Even when she realised that Alethea had singled her out for special attention, she didn’t want it to stop… she genuinely liked Alethea, her relaxed, no nonsense approach to everything, her professionalism, and not least how much she’d helped and guided Luisa through what could have been a difficult week.

The others on the set noticed. Luisa didn’t realise what it was at the time, but looking back years later when she’d been on too many photoshoots to count, she realised that she’d seen it since too.

It was the way the others glanced between each other, the knowing smiles from the makeup artists, the little well intentioned comments that meant nothing on the surface, the space that they all gave Alethea and Luisa as the week went on. It was like they’d all seen this story before, maybe not with Alethea but certainly with somebody like her, and they all knew how it ended.

It wasn’t until the last night that anything actually happened.

They’d finished early that day, the final shots done and the villa packed up. The crew, the models, everyone headed into town to party, from what Luisa could tell all expenses paid.

It was an experience and a half for her and gave Luisa even more of a taste for the life of a model on the up than the days before. She had a great time, getting to know various people that she still worked with from time to time eight years later. Kind of like her induction into the world of fashion modelling. She liked it.

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Allison woke to the sound of her alarm buzzing in her ear. She rolled over and turned it off, squinting to make out the time. 5:45 am…why so early? And then she remembered…today was her “play” day. She planned to have as many orgasms as possible throughout the day…starting right now. Just thinking about all the nasty things she planned to do today was getting her excited.

She grabbed her remote and turned on the TV and VCR, where she’d left one of her favorite dirty movies. As she watched the girl on screen being forced to perform various sexual acts, Allison caressed her 18-year-old body. At 5’3″, with long brown hair, sultry green eyes, pouty red lips and a perfect tan, she was a knockout. Her 34-C breasts, tiny waist, and full hips had every guy at her high school dreaming about her. Wouldn’t they die if they could see her now…

She massaged her breasts for a moment before licking both of her thumbs and forefingers, and then rolled her nipples between them. Almost immediately, she was dripping wet. After a moment, her hands started to slide down her body. She caressed her flat stomach, her hips, her silky thighs. And when se could wait no longer, she touched her pussy. Although she was always unusually wet, she was surprised by the amounts of liquid leaking from between her lips. She teased the outer areas, carefully avoiding her clit. She ten slid first one, then two fingers into her tight hole. She slowly finger-fucked her teenage cunt, her legs spread wide apart, knees in the air. She began to rub her clit with her other hand, almost unable to keep from screaming at the shockingly wonderful sensations she was feeling. She had shaved her entire pussy for the very first time the night before, and she couldn’t believe how incredibly everything felt. She was wetter, more sensitive…she couldn’t get enough. She added a third finger to her hole, enjoying the fuller sensation. She stopped for a moment and lubricated her left forefinger, and then slid it down to her tight little asshole. She rubbed her juices around the outside, and then slid the finger slowly in. She resumed finger-fucking herself, both in her cunt and her ass.

It felt sooo good…but it wasn’t enough. She reached under her bed and grabbed her toy box. First, she selected a slender anal dildo. Rubbing some more of her dripping liquids on it, she slid it slowly past her sphincter muscle until it would go no further. The she pulled out a tiny vibrator that strapped to her clit. She put it on, but didn’t flip the switch. Then she pulled out her favorite toy…a large, realistic dildo with a suction cup on the end. She moved off the bed and onto the hardwood floor, where she licked the suction cup and placed it securely beside her. She got up on her knees and positioned herself above the huge head of the dildo. Slowly, teasing herself, she eased down until the entire 11 inches of the fake cock were inside her. She sat for a moment, loving the sensation of being filled up. And then she mersin escort began to move…slowly at first, and then faster as her excitement built. Her juices were now thickly coating the fake cock and had made a small puddle on the floor. She could feel the larger dildo rubbing against the smaller one in her ass. Allison caught sight of herself in the mirror and grew even more excited…she looked so nasty, so dirty…a perfect little schoolgirl slut. She could feel her orgasm beginning, and she switched on the clit vibrator. Instantly, an orgasm wracked her body. She rode the huge cock hard and fast, biting her lips to keep from crying out. In moments, she had an earth-shattering climax, and fell, exhausted, to the floor.

When she could move again, Allison began to clean up. She unstrapped the vibrator and placed it back in the box. She began to remove the anal dildo, but decided to leave it on for school. She unstuck the dildo from the floor and licked her juices off of it. At the last minute, she noticed the puddle she’d left on the floor. Without thinking, she bent over and licked it all up. Mmmmm…she loved her own taste.

She went into the bathroom and got ready for school, putting on her little skirt and white blouse. She grinned wickedly as she put on her panties…although they looked ordinary from the outside, they had a secret. Inside the panties was a small vibrator, meant to be inserted into the pussy. It was activated by a remote control, which she slipped into her backpack. She ran down to catch the bus, kissing her mother and stepfather on her way out the door. Her stepfather looked after her suspiciously…he could smell pussy juice on her hands.

Her first three classes were boring, and she only got through them by teasing herself with the vibrating panties. Since the toy was inside her, it couldn’t be heard by her classmates, and she got a secret thrill imagining what they would think if they knew. Each time she brought herself close to orgasm, she switched off the vibrator. By fourth period, she thought she would die if she didn’t come, so she told her teacher she needed to go to the nurse. As soon as she was released, she went straight to the bathroom. Without checking to see if it was empty, she locked the door and dropped her panties to the floor. Her fingers went immediately to her pussy, rubbing furiously. She stopped and went over to the row of sinks. She unbuttoned her shirt and took off her bra, watching herself in the mirror as she played with her breasts. Then Allison put one foot up on the sink, so she had a perfect view of her soaked cunt. She watched with lust-glazed eyes as her fingers fucked her tight little hole. She began to move the anal dildo in and out in time with her fingers. It felt so good…but she needed something hard inside her…

Her eyes roamed the bathroom, searching for something that would do. Her gaze settled on the wooden handle of the toilet plunger. Under normal muğla escort circumstances, this would have disgusted her, but right now she was too horny to care. She grabbed the plunger and slid the smooth wooden handle deep inside her throbbing cunt. Her body tensed in pleasure…it felt wonderful to have something firm inside her. She closed her eyes and stroked the handle in and out, reveling in the pleasure she felt.

“Wouldn’t you like something a little thicker than that to fill your pussy?” she heard a deep voice ask. Her eyes flew open wide in shock, and she saw Ray, the school janitor, standing in front of her. He was about 28 or so, with dark hair and eyes. She had always found him sexy in a trashy sort of way. ..he was someone a classy girl like her would never dream of fucking. But her eyes traveled down to his crotch, where his erection was quite obvious under his coveralls.

“I’ll give you a choice…either I get to fuck that little rich girl pussy, or I give the principal this videotape I have of you screwing yourself with a toilet plunger. What do you think?”

She thought she’d have fucked him anyway, but the threat made it even better. “I’ll fuck you…please don’t give him that tape! You can fuck me all you want, just don’t give him that video!”

He moved in front of her. “Pull that stick out of your cunt.” She obeyed. “Now lick yourself off of it.” Again, she obeyed. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and began to lick her pussy. Just as she was about to come, he stopped.

“Nope…this is all about me.” He undid his coveralls, freeing his 8-inch erection. He grabbed her hair and yanked her down to the floor on her knees. Saying nothing, he shoved his cock in her mouth. She began to lick and suck it, loving the way it felt in her mouth. He fucked her face, shoving his dick down her throat. Then he suddenly pulled out of her mouth and told her to get on her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, Ray fucked her like a dog.

“You like this, don’t you? You like being screwed like the bitch you are, don’t you? You fucking nasty slut.”

“Oh yes, I like it…I deserve being fucked like a dog, like a slut, a trashy horny slut. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me HARD!”

With those words, they came together, Ray shooting his cum deep inside her pussy. Without another word, they got dressed, and Allison went back to class. Ray went over to the camera he’d set up, still running. Smiling, he took out the tape and stored it in his little office.

Later that afternoon, with only about an hour left of school, Allison was called to the principal’s office. She sat down nervously, looking at Mr. Evans with apprehension. She didn’t like the look on his face.

“Allison, do you know why you’re here?”

“No, Mr. Evans. Why?”

“I found something very disturbing in the janitor’s office. I think you should watch it.” Mr. Evans turned on the TV and VCR in his office. Immediately, she saw nevşehir escort herself masturbating in the bathroom. As she watched in horror, the girl on the screen began to fuck herself with the toilet plunger. Principal Evans let the video play all the way through, and despite her fear, Allison began to get horny again. After the video was over, the principal sat back in his chair, trying to conceal his erection.

“Allison, this deserves serious punishment, don’t you think?”

“Yes sir…I guess I do deserve to be punished.”

“Well, at least we agree. Now come here.” She stood and went around the desk to stand next to him. “Bend over on my lap and lift your skirt.” She looked at him in horror as he pulled a large wooden paddle with a thick round handle from his desk.

“But…but…Mr. Evans, no, please!!!”

“No, Allison. Do as you’re told.” With humiliation, she bent over his lap, feeling like a little girl. She lifted her skirt, revealing her lack of panties. “No underwear…I’m not surprised, from a nasty little schoolgirl whore like you.” Without another word, he picked up the paddle and began to spank her round, firm bottom.

“Oh…oh…ow…oh, it hurts!” she cried. Ignoring her protests, the principal kept spanking her. Despite herself, the spanking was making her even more horny…she felt so naughty…her juices began to run down her thighs. The principal noticed, and began to spank her harder. He stopped for a moment.

“Is that enough, Allison? Are you ready to go back to class?” Just as she began to stand, he touched a finger to her slippery fuck hole, and her knees collapsed. “Or do you want some more?”

“More, more!” she gasped. He stood her up and bent her over the desk. He fingered her with one hand while paddling her with the other. When her ass cheeks were a deep crimson, he stopped. She stayed bent over the desk, exhausted. Suddenly, he slid the thick round handle of the paddle into her hungry pussy. Without thinking, she pushed her hips back against it.

“That’s right…fuck the paddle…take it, fuck yourself with it, I want to watch.” And so she took command…still bent over, she moved the handle rapidly in and out of her snatch.

“Oh yes…yes…oh yes…oh, Mr. Evans, it feels so good…but I want something real inside me…a real man to fuck me!” Not waiting for further pleas, he threw the paddle to the floor and rammed his hard cock into her waiting pussy. He fucked her from behind for a moment before turning her around to sit on the edge of the desk. She braced herself as he fucked her harder than she’d been fucked in a couple of months. “Oh god, Mr. Evans…fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god!” Her orgasm made her shudder violently over and over. When she was finished, the principal pulled out and shot his cum all over her face. She licked it up eagerly, and then began to get dressed.

Mr. Evans sat back in his chair. “Behave now, Allison. And I have to tell you…I’m going to call your stepfather and tell him what went on in the bathroom today. I believe you’ve been warned that if you pull any more of this, you’re going to an all-girls school.” Allison stared at the principal in horror.

“Please…don’t do that!”

“I have to. Sorry…it’ll work out. I promise you…I know just the school to recommend.”

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This story is a work of fiction. I have not knowingly written about any person or event. If the characters’ actions are similar to a real person or event, I apologise and will edit the story should this be brought to my attention.

I am pleased to present the next chapter of this story, “My Destiny.” This section follows the main character, Elizabeth, as she turns 18 and offers the ultimate gift of love to her dear friends.

My story is still set in Australia, and while I continue to keep the unique terms and slang to a minimum, I have continued to include Aussie terminology to keep the story unique while also giving you a laugh.

All those who participate in sexual activities are above the legal age of consent. While there are references to Bi Sexual activities along with Incest activities, the story remains centred on the female same-sex desires and adventures of the main characters.

Thanks for being patient with the time lag between chapters; while the whole story has been written, each chapter is being fine-tuned with the grateful feedback from you, the readers.

Please enjoy this latest addition to my story.

Following the mid-year break, the mood amongst my friends changed. It was time to complete our outstanding assignments and prepare for our final exams. Despite this, my friends couldn’t help but count down the days until my 18th birthday. This annual event didn’t hold much excitement for me, but for my friends it was a huge milestone that needed to be celebrated, and I must admit their enthusiasm did rub off on me a bit.

However, despite the increased workload with school and exams, I was excited about another important date on my calendar: the first Saturday in August. This was the date Annie and Michael celebrated Annies birthday and their wedding anniversary. This year was an extra special milestone for them, ten years married but twenty years together. They met in high school and discovered that love at first sight was real for them. I loved this wonderful couple like they were my own family. They have always been there for me, especially Annie, who was the first smile I saw when I arrived in Australia a year before. They were the perfect couple in every sense, except they could not have a family. Annie had lost the ability to have children as a result of childhood cancer, and to date, their efforts to adopt were thwarted by mountains of red tape. It was tough on them as they both wanted children but accepted the loss as fate.

With Bella, Sophie, and Julie’s help, we planned a surprise party for them for the coming weekend; we even arranged for Bella’s parents to attend. To keep them out of the way, Stephen and Sophie gave them a room so they could relax and stay out of sight.

With the weekend party all set, I surprised Annie and Michael with a romantic dinner on their actual anniversary. Annie asked that I join them, and while I initially put up a half-arsed argument about it being their romantic evening, she put her foot down and insisted, precisely what I had hoped for.

The meal, as usual, was fantastic, and the wine was the best available. When dessert was served, I raised my glass of ginger beer, made a toast to their happiness, and gave them a kiss and hug, which they returned in kind. I then gave them a gift I had planned since the beginning of the year. When Annie unwrapped the gift, she found a silver document scroll for birth certificates and a silver christening cup. They both looked at me in confusion and shock; I guess at first, they worried I was pregnant, but when I explained my intention, A whole other set of emotions rolled over them. I wanted them to use me as a surrogate so they could have the family they had always desired.

After the shock subsided, the inevitable arguments and pushback commenced. Annie started with an absolute NO! But I was ready to counter her first emotive responses and keep the discussions on an even keel. I bought in my health, timing and, more importantly, love and consent. I also slipped in that I hoped to fall pregnant on my 18th birthday.

Michael sat quietly, listening to Annie and me argue and counter-argue points. When I say argue, there were no raised voices, hate or pain, and we held hands throughout. I knew her resolve was wavering when she started to repeat questions, which was when Michael stepped in and told me they needed time to discuss this offer, which, not unwelcome, would change all our lives. They loved me dear and didn’t want to see me hurt in any way. We all agreed to keep our conversation secret. The conversation became a little stifled for the remainder of the evening, which was no surprise given the bombshell I had dropped, but when they dropped me back to my accommodation, we all hugged before saying good night. Apart from handing a copy of all my legal and medical research along with my medical profile to Annie the following day, we dropped the subject so they could have time to discuss it privately.

The surprise party was an absolute blast. adana escort How we managed to keep it secret was beyond me. We contacted and invited the members of their wedding party and the surviving members of their families. Stephen and Michael’s best man shared the master of ceremony duties, and between them, there was no shortage of yarns and laughter. We got kicked out of the restaurant late, with most guests heading to their accommodation while my close friends headed back to Sophie and Stephen’s place for some late drinks and “after parties”. Bella and I excused ourselves from the extra gathering as I had already stopped my birth control and didn’t want to run the risk. Instead, we returned to our rooms and made love until we fell asleep.

A month went by since the evening when I made my very personal offer to Annie and Michael, and to say the silence between us was deafening would be an understatement. I had heard nothing and was starting to worry I had fucked up our relationship. Then I received a note in my mailbox inviting me to dinner the coming Friday.

I worked myself up to a nervous wreck as I walked into the restaurant; I loved Michael and Annie unconditionally, and my offer to carry their child was a gift I wanted to give, but I knew this was their decision alone to make. The small talk between us as our meal started was murder; we were fighters in a ring circling each other, and the tension was unnerving. Eventually, Michael reached over, held my hand, and told me they would like to accept my life-changing offer and start a family with my love and help. I got up and knelt between them, and we all hugged our tears filled with love and happiness.

They both expressed their love for me and thanked me for coming into their lives. We knew I was entering unknown territory, but our decision to bring a new life into a loving family was right. I was excited, nervous, and strangely aroused all at once.

We decided to keep our plans to our small group of family and friends, as they would all be involved with our life-changing decision, especially Bella.

I told Bella on my own; I owed her that and wanted her to know the truth before anything happened. If she had disapproved, I probably would not have proceeded. My worry was unfounded, as shown by her excitement and passionate kiss. We made love several times that night, leaving us both tender for our efforts. As we lay in each other’s arms, enjoying the afterglow of our love, I couldn’t help but marvel at how complete and happy I had become since meeting this magnificent woman.

We told Julie, Stephen, and Sophie together over a meal. All were stunned by the depth of my love but so supportive. Sophie and Julie even wanted to start planning a baby shower. Unfortunately, we had to zoom in on Hannah and Ryan with the news. Like the others, they were amazed at my generosity and thrilled for Annie and Michael to get their own family.

Julie was able to help with the horrendous legal documents we wanted, and apart from some final vaccinations and medical checks, it was all systems go for my birthday.

Michael was over the moon and got a jump start on renovating one of their spare rooms to turn it into a nursery, but on weekends he encouraged me to fly/parachute and dive my arse off while I was still able to enjoy my hobbies safely. Annie was also excited but controlled her emotions, not wanting to put a jink on things.

Bella and I increased our exercise regime and modified our diets to ensure I was in the best condition possible for when we started trying to get pregnant. I know it was an overkill, but I was intent on everything going as well as possible for Annie and Michael’s sake.

The week of my birthday seemed to take forever to arrive. Fortunately, my academics had kept me from overthinking my decisions. I had finished all my required work and spent my waking moments studying for my final assessments.

Bella took me for a day of shopping therapy to get us ready for the exams and my big birthday. She had already turned 18, so now it was my turn. We both treated ourselves to getting our hair done before a full-body waxing. We also bought a new dress and special lingerie for the birthday celebrations.

We had a long weekend that coincided with my birthday, which gave me an extended party and celebration. Stephen and Sophie hosted a few of my friends for a quiet gathering on the Friday night before the people I now knew to be my real family gathered for a formal meal. I tried to help with the preparations but was banished from the kitchen. Instead, along with Julie, we spent our time at the hangar with the boys and our toys.

Friday night was everything a bunch of girls could want, except a few friends commented on the lack of boys. Little did they know the plans we had the following night. Stephen had hired a bus, and Ryan volunteered to drive, so nobody had to risk driving under the influence, as alcohol was served during the evening. It was ankara escort a small gesture but welcomed by all.

Once again, after breakfast on Saturday, my birthday, Sophie told me to stay away from the preparations so it would be a surprise. I felt a little down as the kitchen was full of magnificent smells, laughter and joy any family would envy. My disappointment was short-lived because outside sat the parachuting plane and several club members, including my friends Cassie and Emma. They both had very cheeky smiles as we all knew this first jump of the morning was my 100th, which meant I needed to come up on my promise and join them for a naked jump. They also had a special surprise for me in that they had arranged for a couple of their girlfriends from another club to carry out a tandem with Julie and Bella. The poor pilot struggled to concentrate and maintain his composure and dignity, surrounded by a gaggle of seven beautiful young women stripping off and getting into their rigs, ready for take-off.

Annie, Hannah and Sophie joined the boys and a few jump friends at the hangar for the spectacle. While on the plane, the laughter and flirting were in overdrive. While Emma sat behind me, she played with my breasts and nipples before Cassie spread my thighs and spent the duration of the flight, bringing me to several mind-blowing climaxes. Julie and Bella watched, and I saw them, along with their jump master, fingering themselves with the display unfolding before them.

When we reached our jump height, our discipline kicked in, and we became serious about the jump. I kissed both Julie and Bella before they departed the plane with a scream. Then it was my turn. Thank heavens it wasn’t overly cold and windy, and my boobs were not excessively large as I plummeted towards our target. We passed the two tandem jumpers in freefall before I released my chute and enjoyed the sensation and feeling as I fell through the morning air as naked as the day I was born; the exhilaration was breathtaking. When we all landed, we were given a blanket to cover our long-forgotten dignity as we enjoyed the thrill and moment with a group hug.

The rest of the day was fully clothed and very busy. We had an open day for the riding school to give the students, their families and friends a day of excitement and laughter. Stephen and I kept our Tiger Moth and Cub busy with some passenger flights while Ryan and Michael got a pair of vintage motorbikes fitted with sidecars to give some of your disabled visitors a blast around the paddock. The day was just what I could have asked for as the host and birthday girl; our visitors loved what we did, and as a family group, we enjoyed hosting what I hoped would become a regular event. When all the planes and bikes were away, the six of us sat in front of them, watching the sunset, enjoying my first after-work beer.

Our peace was interrupted by all our phones buzzing simultaneously with multiple text messages. The coordination of the messages from the three ladies back at the house was impressive. I wouldn’t be surprised if a glass of wine had got them in the mood for a bit of cheek and flirt. The final message I received was a hurry along and to arrive on time for my party.

We took the hint and headed home to get showered and ready for the evening. Bella and Julie joined me for a shower and tidy up, although we made a mess before we got to the shower. Julie had given me a new double vibrator, and it would have been rude not to try it out. We gave each other a couple of extraordinary climaxes, enjoying the copious amounts of nectar we produced. I could never get enough of their juices; for me, it was like an intoxicating broth of both love and lust that just drove my passion to new heights.

We all dressed semi-formal for the evening, although our matching lingerie in different colours did keep our sexy nature alive. I wore a slightly formal cut dress over my sexy white lace and satin Victoria’s Secret lingerie set, while Bella wore green and Julie red. When we were ready, we looked stunning and very red carpet-ready. Our tall bodies, long legs and mid-shoulder hair made us all look like sisters, but more importantly, it made us all drop-dead gorgeous.

We heard the chatter of the others in the formal dining room and enjoyed the sudden silence when we entered together. I think the boys nearly fainted when all the blood in their bodies flowed directly to their now hardening cocks, while the girls just marvelled at our beauty and youth.

As always, I had my camera set up in the studio, and we all sat for a formal portrait as a family. While the others chatted, I also took the time and opportunity to capture everybody as single, couples and family groups. My last photo was of my sister Julie and me—a photo I would never give up.

Apart from a sip of champagne when Stephen made a toast to me and all our futures, I didn’t have anything to drink even though I was a little nervous about what would occur adıyaman escort later that evening. Fortunately, I wouldn’t say I liked the taste of alcohol and was also dead against drugs and nicotine. This attitude and taste followed me through life, and they probably saved my life.

After dinner and cutting my cake, we first retired to the media room for a show of all the images my friends had of me, including some unseen photos of me as a baby and toddler. The mandatory naked bath photos created quite a round of laughter and joke-making. Before we all settled down for a movie, before the lights dimmed, everyone took turns visiting the facilities and getting a drink to avoid interrupting once it started to roll.

As Michael and Annie went to enter the room, I took their hands and held them back. They both realised what I was doing and didn’t say anything. We quietly waited until everyone returned to the room and the door was shut. I had wanted Annie to be present, but with her guidance, she decided to leave us in private. This didn’t stop her gently kissing and embracing me with an undiminished love.

Annie held me by the shoulders, looked into my eyes, and asked me, “Are you sure? You don’t have to do this for us.”

I told her, “No, I don’t have to; I want to. I love you both dearly, and I want to give you this gift of a family.”

Annie and Michael cried at this comment before she kissed me again, turned, and entered the movie room. I took Michael’s hand and led him to my room.

This was not our first sexual encounter; we had been playing, fucking and making love for nearly a year. We knew each other’s bodies and the points of pleasure and excitement. I always felt safe in his embrace. He always cared, especially in the afterglow of our encounters.

That night was different. Our need for satisfaction and lust was not present. We were both calm and very much in control of our destiny. The only lights in the room were the flickering glow of some candles I had set up earlier. The bed was already prepared, with the doona and top sheet folded back out of the way, and I had put on some soft background music to set the mood.

We embraced and shared a gentle yet romantic kiss when we entered and closed the door. My nervous fingers unbuttoned his shirt, allowing it to fall to the floor. His fingers found the zip for my dress, and he lowered it to its stop just above my hips. I broke the kiss just long enough to shrug off my dress and let it fall amongst the growing pile of clothes on the floor. I returned to a quick kiss on his lips before moving down his chest, kissing and exploring his body as I lowered myself to my knees. When I was entirely on my knees and level with his pants, my fingers unclasped and unzipped his pants, then placed a finger on each side and slid them over his hips and down his legs. Once they hit his ankles, he kicked them away, leaving him naked with me on my knees, only wearing a revealing set of exciting lingerie.

Michael was very aroused; his magnificent cock was as hard as a rock, his tip running with pre-cum. He was fully clean of pubic hair and had a pleasant, musky smell that always aroused me. I took him into my mouth, savouring his pre-cum and musk. He moaned in pleasure, which was my sign to release him before he reached a point of no return. I then kissed and explored his body up as I re-stood so once again we were in each other’s embrace.

Michael unclasped my bra, which dropped away as it was strapless and had done its job for the night. He slipped a finger into each side of my panties and pushed them down my thighs so I could shake them loose. He gently walked me backwards to the bed, lowering me, never breaking our kiss or embrace. Despite our mounting arousal, we were able to keep control of our minds and body.

We both wiggled into the centre of the bed, at which point Michael took control of our actions and pressed me onto my back so he could explore my body with his kisses and fingers. I tried to remain calm and not wiggle too much, but it was near impossible as he kissed my nipples, paying attention to both in their turn. His fingers ran down my stomach to my waist, which followed with his tongue and kisses. When he finally got to my engorged clit I was ready to explode. He sensed my arousal and rewarded me by pausing his exploration just long enough for me to come back from my edge.

When I settled, he started again. My juices had long begun to flow, and he took the time to run his tongue up and down my slit savouring my nectar. Without warning, he latched onto the tender pink nub, which sent me over the edge of a pleasant but sudden orgasm. Usually, he would have kept up his efforts to keep me on edge, but this time, once I started to shake and moan, he let my clit free, which gave me a release from my passionate high.

Michael moved back up my body to look me in the eyes and kiss my wanting lips. The tip of his manhood pressed against my moist lips. He paused, but all I could say was “please” before he kissed me deeply and passionately and pushed his cock into my well-lubricated and ready tunnel. He filled me; his cock seemed to meld into the walls of my canal. He let out a low moan as he bottomed out, and I flexed my muscles to hold him tight in my pussy and embrace.

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I frowned at the dressing room mirror. The skirt I was trying on was cute, but I couldn’t tell if it was too short or just short enough. I snapped several photos to send to my friend for her opinion. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really paying attention and accidentally sent them to the last person I was texting, a cute guy I’d met at the gym yesterday.

Shit! I frantically sent him another message:

> “omg wrong number sorry!!”

I tried to suppress a groan of frustration. I liked this guy. He was tall, knew how to flirt without being creepy, and was funny without trying too hard. It felt like we were clicking, but there was no way this didn’t make me look like a stalker. Who sends a shot of their ass to a guy this quickly?

I flipped back through the pics I’d sent. Uuuuugh, they weren’t even cute. My face was scrunched up because I wasn’t sure about the skirt and my hair was terrible and ugh fuck fuck fuck. I scowled and dropped my phone in my bag.

A moment later, my phone buzzed. I picked it back up, dreading the inevitable dick pic. I was already preparing to block his number and write him off forever.

Huh. This was interesting.

He’d responded with a matching selfie, snapped in a hallway mirror. There was a road bike leaning against the wall behind him, and he was wearing those goofy shoes that clip onto the pedals. It looked like he’d just come back from a ride. He was sticking his butt out in a comically exaggerated version of my pose. I had to admit, his ass looked great in bike shorts.

I was still grinning a second later when my phone buzzed again as he sent a text:

> “oops meant to send that to someone else sorry”

Ha! All my frustration instantly melted away. So he wanted to play, huh?

Quickly I pulled off my top, dropped the skirt to the floor and shimmied my way into a dress I was considering for clubbing. It was black, covered in sequins, and *very* low cut. I squeezed my arms to press my breasts together and snapped a shot of my cleavage. Then I didn’t like that one, so I changed the angle. After a few more tries I had something I was happy with, and I sent it his way.

I waited a beat before sending the followup text:

> “ack wrong number again sorry sorry”

I was changing back into my clothes a few minutes later, after deciding to buy the dress but not the skirt, when my phone buzzed. Eagerly, I pulled up his next message and grinned at the photo he’d sent.

He was standing in a bathroom now, taking a photo of his reflection in the mirror. He’d hooked his thumb under the hem of his shirt and tugged it up to reveal his flat stomach. A dark trail of hair started at his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his shorts. I imagined my fingers tracing that path.

My phone buzzed a moment later. His text mirrored mine:

> “oh no how does this keep happening”

Oh, I liked this rize escort boy.

I picked up my bag and the club dress and headed to the counter. I finished my shopping and drove home, smiling every time I thought of his messages. I ate dinner and chatted with my roommate, thinking about what to send him.

I took the next photo in the bathroom mirror, over my shoulder. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing a towel. My hair was clipped up, but a few strands hung down my neck. I’d carefully allowed my towel to fall open, exposing my bare back and teasing my ass.

After sending the pic, I counted to ten and wrote:

> “ugh my phone might be broken”

I had just finished putting lotion on when he responded. It was worth the wait. He’d put some effort into framing the shot. He was standing in the shower, the curtain open, facing away from me. His hands were scrubbing his hair, and the water was running down his back and cascading over his butt. I appreciated the work involved. He must have set a timer before jumping in the shower.

The text came a moment later:

> “mine too so embarrassing”

I sent him a close-up photo of me biting my lower lip.

> “wish I knew why this was happening”

His reply came equally quickly. A matching photo of him biting his lower lip. I imagined how his stubble would feel against my neck.

> “I know, so arousing”

I raised my eyebrow at this escalation. But before I had a chance to wonder if he didn’t understand the rules of our game as well as I’d thought, he texted again:

> “sorry that was supposed to say ‘annoying’. ducking autocorrect!”

I laughed and decided to make him wait for a bit. It was over an hour before I texted him again.

I was laying in bed watching a late-night show. I took the photo looking down my body towards my crossed legs. My toes were painted and looked cute, but I doubt he’d notice that. I’d carefully framed the shot so he could just get a peek of pink underwear below the hem of my cami.

> “I restarted my phone, but it just keeps doing this”

He responded a few minutes later with a similar shot. Instead of watching TV, there was a laptop sitting on the bed next to him. His thighs were slightly spread, and he had a thumb hooked in the waistband of his boxers. The thin fabric did little to disguise the outline of his bulge.

Once again I imagined following the trail of hair from his navel downward… I was distracted from this train of thought by his text:

> “maybe you should let someone look at it”

It took me a moment to realize he was still talking about my phone.

I smiled, his words giving me the idea for my next photo. I sat up and pulled down one strap of my cami, just far enough to reveal the dark skin of my nipple. I teased it, caressing and gently pulling until a shiver rolled down sakarya escort my spine. I gasped and felt my nipple stiffen under my fingers.

Grinning, I framed the photo of my torso, one breast exposed, a crooked smile on my lips. I sent the shot to him, followed a moment later by:

> “it keeps falling out of the case”

I didn’t have to wait long for a reply. He sent a similarly framed shot but angled lower. His stomach muscles were tense, and one hand was reaching under the waistband of his boxers to grip his cock. The tip of his erection strained against his underwear.

I felt a growing heat in my abdomen and continued to squeeze my breast while I waited for the message. When it came, I actually gasped.

> “I don’t use a case. I keep a tight grip to make it hard”

And then laughed at the immediate follow-up:

> “…er to drop”

I stretched, enjoying the pressure from squeezing my thighs together. After a moment, I set up my next photo. It wasn’t subtle, but neither was the increasing desire I felt.

I spread my legs and took a photo of the pink fabric pulled taut over my lips. There was a noticeable wet spot. I felt deliciously naughty as I sent it to him.

> “might have gotten wet”

I waited a beat, and then followed up with:

> “the phone I mean”

He didn’t respond for a few minutes. I squirmed as I imagined his reaction. I thought about his hand wrapped around his cock as he saw how wet he was making me. I wondered what the next photo would be.

He surprised me by sending a voice memo instead. Intrigued, I pressed play and listened to the short audio clip. Then I smiled and played it again. I could hear skin rubbing against skin. The sound of his breathing, ragged and heavy, as though he was working hard.

> “maybe I gripped too tight? I tried to record some pushups for my trainer but it’s just audio. weird.”

This guy. I bit my lip as I set it to play repeatedly, knowing he was stroking his cock and staring at photos of me. My hand drifted between my thighs, pressing firmly against my lips, which felt puffy and slick with arousal. His breathing was urgent in my ear as I pulled my underwear to one side. My fingers slipped easily over and between my lips. My back arched as I pushed one and then two inside.

I let my fingers fill me for a minute, but I wanted more. I dropped my phone and rolled over. I could still faintly hear him as I opened my nightstand drawer and rummaged for my vibrator. When my hand closed around the familiar shape, I moved back to the center of the bed.

I lay still for a moment, slowing my breathing before I set up my next shot. I pulled my panties down my hips just enough to show my trimmed bush and let him see the vibrator I was pressing against my clit. Even on the lowest setting, it took me a few tries to get the photo samsun escort right, because it felt so good.

One-handed, I typed:

> “sorry I didn’t respond right away I left it on vibrate”

Then I dropped the phone on my pillow. The rumbling between my legs seemed to radiate outward, waves of pleasure rolling over my body. I was just fumbling with the button to increase the intensity when he sent his next message.

I squeezed my thighs together, holding the vibe in place. Eagerly, I grabbed my phone to find a shot of his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. His cock stood proudly, the head swollen and dark. I gasped when I saw the mouthwatering drop of precum glistening on the tip.

> “it’s cool I’ve kinda got my hands full”

Yeah, I’ll bet you do. I hesitated for a moment, but at this point, I had a rather urgent need to see this through. Carefully, I propped my phone on my nightstand and switched to video. Kneeling on the bed, the camera covered my entire body, from my thighs to my chest.

I pressed record and took hold of my vibrator again. It didn’t take long for the intensity to climb, the pressure building inside. I was squirming, one hand squeezing my tit as I gasped in pleasure. I imagined him stroking his cock right in front to me.

I turned up the intensity again and moaned long and low. I found myself talking to him, telling him what I wanted. I wanted to lick that pearl of precum. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth as my orgasm approached. I begged him to cum for me, to cum *with* me. My pussy blossomed and fluttered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me.

After I caught my breath, I stopped the recording and sent it to him before I had a chance to overthink it. The text just said:

> “oh no don’t watch this”

I lay on the bed for a long time, feeling supremely comfortable in that post-climax glow. I was starting to get sleepy when my phone vibrated again. Biting my lip, I picked it up to see what he’d sent.

The message read simply:

> “don’t worry I didn’t”

There was a video attached. I watched, fascinated, as the camera centered on his cock, and he began stroking it rapidly. He looked hard as steel, and I watched as his head swelled and then erupted. He continued stroking as rope after rope of thick cum shot onto his belly.

But what really did it for me was that he was groaning my name the whole time.

I felt my arousal growing again as I watched the video several times in a row. Knowing that he was doing this just for me, that I had done this to him with my own video, was indescribably hot.

I sent him another text:

> “Seems like you know a lot about …phones. Wanna meet soon and see if we can help each other?”

He responded quickly:

> “Sounds good. Maybe my place? I don’t have roommates so you can switch your phone off vibrate and it won’t matter how loud your ringtone is.”

I squeezed my thighs together with excitement at that idea.

> “Okay, but only if you take my case off and show me that firm grip.”

My phone buzzed again a minute later with his reply, but I didn’t notice because I’d turned my vibrator back on.

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——————-Continued from Chapter 4—————-

Bella just smiled and walked over to the bed. “Does it really fucking matter?”

I shook my head and licked my lips as I watched her fake blue cock swinging out in front of her.

“Where’s your date?” I asked, scooting to the edge of the bed.

“She’ll be here soon. Where’s your costume?” She asked as she stepped a few inches away from me, looking around the room.

“Over there somewhere,” I answered her, grabbing the cock with my right hand and pointing to the corner of the room by the door.

“Hold on,” Bella walked away, tugging the plastic dick from my hand, and went over to our costumes and picked them up.

“Put your mask back on. I’ve always wanted to fuck a superhero.” Bella grinned, as she walked back over to me, throwing me my mask.

“Whatever you say, baby!” I smiled as Bella positioned herself in front of me between my legs at the foot of the bed.

Without hesitation, I threw the mask over my head and pulled down Spider Gwen. Grabbing my legs and pulling me rapidly so that my ass was practically hanging off the edge of the bed, Bella took charge.

I was having a lot of fun being the one “in charge” earlier, but holy fuck was I all about Bella taking control.

Taking her cock in hand, she rubbed the head of the plastic dick through the folds of my insanely sensitive pussy. She smacked it down on my clit before moving back down through my lips. She would tease me by slightly sliding the head into me before backing back out and repeating this process. It was driving me nuts.

Movement on the bed captured my attention as I looked over and saw Riley positioned between Sophia’s legs and Sophia on her back playing with her nipples as she made out with Lindsey.

I looked back at Bella whose eyes were also fixated on the 3 girls.

“Who’s the new chick?” She asked as she slowly penetrated me with the entirety of the cock’s head before retreating it once more.

“Mmph…Sophia, she’s on our team, you’ve never seen her before?” I moaned.

“Hmm…guess not. And the blonde?” She mumbled as her grasp on my hips became more intense before slamming the hard cock into me.

I screamed to the unexpected, but anticipated penetration. “Holy fuck!”

I arched my back to the sensation of being completely filled by Bella’s wonderful blue cock.

She slowly retreated the cock before asking again, “Who is the blonde, Beck?”

She then thrust the hard cock deep inside me rapidly once more. 

“Lindseyyyyy!” I moaned.

I looked over to find Lindsey and Sophia were now watching intently as Bella fucked me ruthlessly, all the while Riley was going to town on Sophia.

I looked back to Bella now going full “savage mode”, as she called it. Each thrust caused my tits to swing up to my face and caused our thighs to clap. Every retreat and re-penetration caused vocal screams of mine to fill the room. And in a very short time, I was clinching the blue cock with my inner pussy muscles, wrapping my legs around Bella’s waist to keep the big cock inside of me, and screaming in pure ecstasy as Bella brought me to this oh-so-familiar orgasm.

3 orgasms in a matter of 15 minutes was a lot, even for me, and all I could do was sit there motionless as I watched Bella pull out from inside me and position herself behind Riley.

“You two, come clean off this cock.” She ordered pointing at Lindsey and Sophia.

The two girls didn’t hesitate and followed Bella’s command as they crawled over to the blue cock. They each took turns sucking the fake cock before fully committing to cleaning it together. 

Bella laughed because she never understood why girls did this in porn. It’s not like you can feel it, if anything it just gives you a false sense of power over the girls. What it did do was clean and lubricate the fake dick efficiently. It was hot though.

She watched as the two newbies shared the cock between their lips before Bella ordered them back. 

They both sat back next to each other and watched as Bella pulled Riley’s ass off the bed, pushed her head down into the mattress, spread Riley’s legs with one quick shift of her foot, and accurately slid the cock into Riley’s awaiting flower.

Riley reached out to her sides and grabbed handfuls of the blanket on the bed. Bella wasn’t teasing her the way Bella teased me. No, Bella was clapping these cheeks with all intentions of making her scream and blackout.

Bella was going all out on her too, and I had no idea where Bella had the energy. Tongue fucking is one thing, but wearing that harness and giving someone the pussy lashing she had just given me takes a lot of energy. But Bella was causing Riley’s ass cheeks to jiggle and swing. She was even rocking the bed, and Bella doesn’t have this huge frame of a body, she’s petite all things considered.

Bella reached out with one hand and was clawing at Riley’s left butt cheek while her right was spanking Sophia repeatedly.

Riley was moaning and screaming incoherently into the blanket as Bella tore through her.

I ardahan escort reached down and began slowly playing with myself as I watched Sophia and Lindsey turn their attention from Bella and Riley to each other. It was cinematic.

They looked at each other, after watching Bella beat up on Riley, and froze there staring at each other before dashing to each other’s lips. Their hands wander all over their bodies and moans occasionally escape in between kisses.

A muffled scream came from Riley as her body tensed up and Bella’s movements stalled but didn’t stop.

Riley was enjoying an earth-shattering orgasm as Bella had this insane look on her face. Half pleasure and half dominance, is the only way I could even begin to define it.

Sophia and Lindsey were lost in each other and it was insanely sweet. I wanted to join, and finally feeling 100% recovered from the orgasm Bella had given me, I started to crawl over to them.

“Leave them,” Bella cooed at me as she pulled out of Riley and walked over to them.

“Let them find each other.” She said, sounding as sweet as I’ve ever heard from her. “Come with me.”

Bella laid her hand out to me and helped me to my feet, before walking back over to Riley who was still facing down on the bed, “Think you can stand?” She asked and laughed.

Turning her face to us Riley smiled, “I can try.”

With shaky legs and a heaving chest, Riley stood up, juices sliding down her thighs. “Holy fuck Bella, that was so good!” Riley complimented.

“Oh baby, the night is just beginning.” Bella winked.

“And if either of you want to continue the fun, we will be in the next room over.” She detailed to Sophia and Lindsey who were now effectively in a 69 and going at it like wild dogs.

Grab your costumes and put them on real quick, Bella ordered as she went to a green pile of clothes adjacent to ours. We all quickly got dressed and left the room.

“So where is your date?” Riley asked, now holding my hand.

“You’ll see,” Bella grinned as we walked down the essentially vacant hallway to the next room over.

Pulling out a key, Bella unlocked the door and ushered us into the dark room.

“Why are you being so suspicious!” I grumbled as the door closed behind me, and heard Bella latch the door.

“This is why,” Bella giggled as she turned on the lights.

And in the middle of the room had to be one of the more erotic things I have ever seen outside of porn.

Bella’s date was sitting in the middle of the room, in a chair, with her hands tied behind her back, a blindfold on, and her legs tied to the chair. Her skirt was off and her pussy was available for all to see. Nestled comfortably in her pussy was a small pink vibrator that was lightly buzzing.

The woman was moaning lightly and breathing heavily.

“From here on out, I want you only to refer to each other as your costumes. Got it?” Bella looked at us sternly.  “I mean it…you can call me Bella, or Poison Ivy, but this is Catwoman. You are SpiderGwen, and you are Shego.”

“Truly playing into this superhero and villain game, huh, Ivy?” I joked as I walked over to her date.

“She’s got an amazing body…is she your sex slave or something?” I asked trailing my fingers across Catwoman’s shoulders.

“Not per se, but she can’t help herself with me…can you slut?” She said getting into Catwoman’s face.

“No, baby.” The woman said.

“No, baby, what?” Bella asked, taking authority of the interaction.

“No, baby I can not help myself around you. I’m your little slut.” She cooed as Bella walked to the bed and grabbed her phone that was lying there. She did something on the phone that increased the buzzing sound of what came to be a remote control vibrator.

“Good girl,” Bella purred into Catwoman’s ears.

“I have some friends here, who want to play with you, is that okay?” She asked Catwoman.

“Yes, baby, just no boys please!” She whined.

“You’ll fuck who I want you to fuck!” Bella growled. “But…fine, no boys…just some sexy ladies.”

“Thank you, baby!” The woman moaned as she increased the intensity of the vibrator again.

“So…,” Bella cooed as she trailed her fingers along the back of her new pet. “You girls interested?” She asked making direct eye contact with me.

“Oh, fuck yes!” I answered back, feeling my juices begin to slide down my leg.

Riley was slowly walking up to Catwoman as she tweaked and played with her nipples. “Seems too good to be true,” she whispered into the woman’s ear.

I followed her lead as I walked up to the other side of the older woman. “I’d say, too easy.” As I purred in her ear.

“What are you suggesting?” Bella asked, now sitting cross-legged on the bed watching us, wiggling her finger on the face of the phone.

“Maybe a little game,” I said drawing my hand up to the older woman’s exposed left breast and pinching it lightly between two fingers.

“What if our kitty cat here was given 30 seconds with each of us? Myself as Spider-Gwen, Shego over there, artvin escort and of course you Bella, Poison Ivy.” I pulled Catwoman’s nipple and she moaned in acceptance as the vibrator made varied noises. “We are always competing to see who eats pussy the best, why not let our new pet decide blindly?”

“And what does the winner get?” Bella chimed in, hopping up from the bed and walking behind me, kissing my shoulder as she passed.

“What do you think, Shego?” I said looking up at her who was just standing, legs spread, playing with herself as she watched this all go down.

“Huh?” She asked, almost as if she was lost in her world and not listening.

“What should the winner get?” Bella asked now standing directly in front of Catwoman.

“She gets to pick who fucks who…who eats who, who gets the dick, and who receives the dick?” Riley said with little confidence.

“I like it! But..I’ll add…whoever wins also gets their snatch devoured by Catwoman here, til completion as many times as she wants for the rest of the evening.” Bella sneered, making sure to make eye contact with me again.

“Fuck yes!” Riley moaned, her fingers now slowly sliding through the folds of her dripping twat.

“Deal…who goes first?” I asked, super excited about this erotic game.

“Let’s do it randomly with Rock, Paper, Scissors…be quiet though. Don’t give away who won or lost. To make this fair, we need to make sure she has no idea who is doing what and when.” Bella ordered.

“Shouldn’t we check with her to make sure she’s cool with this?” I asked, twirling her nipple between my fingers still.

“No. She’s my little pussy munching slut and will do what I say, isn’t that right, baby?” She asked, pressing her fingers against the vibrator that was lodged against Catwoman’s pussy.

She nodded her head and seemingly answered back in a muffle.

“Good girl,” Bella purred before removing the vibrator from the older woman’s now fragrant and awaiting pussy.

The older woman blindfolded took a deep breath and leaned back in the chair.

The three of us stood behind her and then all held out our hands. Bella motioned with her hand it would be “1-2-3-shoot”. We all nodded in agreement.

Just like that, we started bobbing our hands.

1

2

3

I threw out Rock, Bella threw out Scissors, and Riley threw out paper. 

We laughed as there was no clear winner. Bella then pointed and me and her to go first. 

1

2

3

I threw out paper and she threw out rock. I won!

I then went up against Riley.

1

2

3

I again threw out paper, and she also threw out rock. I won! I get to go first.

Bella and Riley then faced each other, fighting for second.

1

2

3

Bella threw out scissors and Riley threw out paper. Bella got second, with Riley going last.

I giddily clapped my hands as I turned back to the older woman and had fantasies in my head flooding.

Who was this mystery woman? Knowing Bella, it could word-for-word be anyone. She always said she had the hots for her French teacher, Ms. Jones. But no, she had brown hair, and this lady had blonde hair. Maybe it was Ms. Jankowski, the guidance counselor? This woman kind of had the same build. But she seemed to be too short, as Mrs. Jankowski was notoriously tall, also whoever this was had some super nice tits. Mrs. Jankowski had smaller breasts.

I don’t know who it is, but I’m about to taste her regardless.

Dropping to my knees in front of the older woman and gripping her ass, I pulled it to the edge of the seat.

I clawed my way from her hips to her thighs as I lowered my head and lightly blew on her nakedness. Goosebumps rose from her skin as her body shuttered.

I could smell her with little effort through my mask. It was strong but desirable. It reminded me of myself when I was super wet or when Bella would remove one of her fake cocks from inside me and make me clean it.

Taking my mask off, my hair fell over my face as I came within inches of this older and completely shaven pussy. My hair tickled down her thighs as I stuck out my contact and made first contact. She instantly groaned as my tongue flattened to cover as much surface area of her ripe and pink pussy as it could. 

She was dripping, damn near creaming, and I’m sure 100% on the edge of a massive orgasm. 

Bella has a knack for wanting to push you to the brink for as long as she can. Getting you so close to an orgasm before backing off. Or my personal favorite, slowly bringing you to an orgasm over many hours. The insane intensity that the body goes through as it endures continuous sexual stimulation is wild. 

Once, she and I went on a day of running errands and hanging out. The moment she got in my car with me, she had me put on these vibration panties that she could control from her phone, similar to what she was doing with Catwoman here. And all day, as I drove, as we ate lunch, as we went into countless stores, and as we walked around the mall, those panties bodrum escort would hum into my clit. She would change the intensity periodically to be manageable and mild, to uncontrollably intense. To say I could no longer control myself, is an understatement. It got to a point where my inhibitions were so low due to arousal that I just about pulled my skirt up and fingered myself in the food court. But I digress.

Catwoman tasted fucking amazing. Like pineapples. I’ve read things online about this but never thought it was legit.

I suckled her pussy juice onto my tongue and pulled it back into my mouth before latching my lips around her swollen labia and going to work. 

I was super horny as is, super competitive as you all know, but the sweet-tasting pussy made me hunger for more.

My tongue twirled and massaged through the swollen folds of this older woman as she moaned loudly. I wasn’t sure if I was able to use my hands or not outside of spreading her lips, so I kept them to myself. I was drenched and completely turned on by this submissive older woman. 

My tongue darted deep inside her flower. I flicked my tongue inside of her as my nose pressed up against her clit. She was close. I could sense it. Almost like the real SpideGwen, my pussy senses were tingling and were telling me I could make her cum right now. I popped up and took her clit in my mouth just to hear. “Time!”

“Fuck! I forgot this was timed!” I said internally, not trying to give away that I went first.

Bella smiled as she knew I was close to getting Catwoman to cum. I’m sure she knows this woman’s body like she knows ours.

I stepped back and sat on the edge of the bed next to Riley had gotten nude once more and now had her legs propped up on the bed, spread wide, and was going to town on her clit with the vibrator Bella was using on Catwoman earlier.

“Fuck me” I whispered as I reached over to her and pulled her head close to mine, kissing her passionately.

I broke the kiss long enough to grab Bella’s phone from the bed and start the timer the moment her head disappeared between Catwoman’s legs. Catwoman instantly shot her head back and began convulsing. It took 4 seconds…4. 4 fucking seconds for her to cum.

Well, Bella won, I thought to myself. The woman convulsed as Bella continued to munch on her now insanely sensitive clit. Before I knew it, the timer was going off and Bella simply stood up, her face glistening in Pineapple flavored pussy juice, and walked over to the bed.

Riley had fallen to her back and was no longer paying attention to what was going on as she was close to cumming from the vibrator. The fucking minx was so horny, I loved it.

Bella slapped Riley’s hand thus getting her attention, and motioned for her to go Catwoman. Reluctantly, Riley put the vibrator down and rolled off the bed. She made her way over to the older woman, as Bella sat next to me.

She grabbed the vibrator and pressed it against the part of my costume covering my pussy. “What do you think? She tastes really good, no?” She whispered in my ear, sending shivers down my back.

Biting my lip, I started the timer on the phone as Riley bent down and the woman reacted to her tongue.

“Mmhmm, really good,” I said, turning to Bella our lips meeting. “Fuck me baby” I whined as I pulled back.

“In time.” She answered by pressing the vibrator firmly against the fabric of my costume.

“Fuck me,” I whispered, feeling my orgasm approaching just to have Bella stop. Predictably.

Just then, the phone chimed and Riley’s time was up. I didn’t watch Catwoman’s response to Riley at all so I have no idea what her experience was like. But it didn’t matter, Bella made her cum so she was the winner.

Bella stood up, walked over to Catwoman, and removed her ball gag. “Did you enjoy that, pet?”

“Yes, mistress.” The sultry, older woman said breathlessly. “All of you were amazing.”

“I’m sure we were. Well, you have a decision to make now. Which one did you prefer? Number 1? Number 2? Or Number 3?

I laid back on the bed fully prepared to hear “Girl number 2”, just to be extremely caught off guard when she said, “Definitely girl number 1!”

“Oh shit!” I exclaimed. “I won?” 

I shot up quickly and did a little victory dance as the other two girls watched.

“What made you choose her, pet?” Bella asked, smiling as she watched me.

“I love how she used her tongue inside of me as well as how she flattened her tongue against me. It was so sensual that I was ready to cum instantly. That’s why I came so fast with girl number 2. ” Catwoman said.

“I knew it!” Bella said. ” I thought I was doing a great job, but I’ve never made anyone cum in 2 seconds before.”

“It was 4!” I corrected her.

“Fine, 4 seconds!” Bella laughed. “Claim your prize, damnit!”

I slid off of the bed, quickly took off my costume, and made my way around the chair, where the older woman was still blindfolded and tied down. “So you’re mine for the evening?” I said smiling at the older woman.

“Yes, ma’am,” the cougar replied. “Whatever you want, I will do.”

“Good girl,” I replied, lowering my head and kissing her gently on her lips. She was eager to reciprocate the kiss as her tongue slithered into my mouth. I returned the favor, twisting and twirling my tongue against hers before pulling away. 

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