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„So der nächste!” forderte ich die Beiden auf.

„Du oder ich zuerst?” fragte Kevin, als ich schon auf dem Weg in die Küche war.

„Gehen wir doch zusammen?” schlug Horst vor und nahm Kevin bei der Hand und zog ihn unter die Dusche und als die beiden sich unter der Dusche gegenseitig einseiften, wurden sie wieder geil und wie zu zuvor unter leidenschaftlichen Knutschen, wichsten sie sich ihre Ruten bis zum Abschluss.

Gut gelaunt kamen die beiden bereits in ihren Kombis die Treppe herunter und wir frühstückten gemeinsam, als es gegen halb 8 schon an der Tür klingelte.

„Scheiße Horst, machst Du mal auf, ich muss mich ja noch anziehen.”

„Mach doch keinen Stress, wenn sie das sind, sind sie eh viel zu früh. Wir haben um 8 Uhr gesagt.”

Horst öffnete die Tür und es war Fred.

„Fred? Wo sind denn die anderen? Ich dachte, Ihr kommt wieder mit dem Bus?”

„Die anderen ja, aber ich hatte heute morgen schon einen dringenden Einsatz von einem Stammkunden. Der hat mich gestern Abend noch angerufen und mich heute schon um 6 Uhr abgeholt, der wohnt schräg gegenüber.”

„Ach der Herr Weingärtner?”

„Genau!”

„Stimmt, der hat ja auch ne Maschine, Kawasaki wenn ich mich nicht irre! Hast Du ihn gefragt, ob er mitkommen möchte.”

„Das ist richtig, ja habe ich, aber er hat heute schon was vor. Sag mal ist der Kevin auch schon da? Das ist doch seine, äh meine Karre?”

„Morgen Chef,” begrüßte ihn Kevin.

„Was machst Du denn schon hier?”

„Wir haben ihn überzeugen können, dass er genauso gut hier übernachten könnte, wenn wir doch heute wieder fahren und nach dem Aufräumen ist es doch ganz schön spät geworden und wir wollten nicht, dass er alleine nach hause fahren muss. Schließlich haben wir doch Platz genug, ihr hättet auch alle hier pennen können, Bernd hat einige Gästezimmer.”

„Stimmt, das Haus ist echt riesig. Naja vielleicht beim nächsten Mal!”

„Gut, dass Du früher als die anderen da bist, nimm Dir n Kaffee und dann komm mit, ich hätte da noch was mit Dir zu besprechen, ja?”

„Was gibt es denn?”

„Lass uns nach nebenan gehen und das unter vier Augen besprechen.”

Sie gingen ins Wohnzimmer und zog die Schiebetüren zu, als ich wieder in der Küche erschien und fragend auf Kevin schaute.

„Fred und Horst haben was zu besprechen, keine Ahnung!” zuckte er mit den Schultern.

Ich fragte mich insgeheim, was das schon wieder sein konnte, aber schwieg vor Kevin.

„Fred, ich glaube ich brauche ne neue Maschine!” begann Horst ohne Umschweife das Gespräch.

„Was, Deine Karre ist doch noch nicht mal ein halbes Jahr alt?”

„Stimmt, aber für unsere Touren brauche ich was mit mehr PS.”

„Ja gut, Du hast schon gute Fortschritte gemacht. Sonst würde ich so einem Frischling davon abraten. Aber ich kann ja jetzt schon gut einschätzen, wie gut Du Dein Motorrad beherrscht.”

„Danke, also kann ich die Woche mal vorbei kommen?”

„Ja am besten am Donnerstag, da ist Kevin in der Berufsschule!”

„Ja das passt gut, da habe ich Zeit. Und eine Bitte, sag Bernd noch nichts davon, am Besten auch Kevin nicht, in Ordnung!”

„Klar kein Problem. Aber sag mal wer ist den die Frau hier auf den Bildern, mit Dir und Euch?”

„Das ist Hella, meine verstorbene Frau.”

„Oh, Du warst verheiratet? Das wusste ich ja gar nicht.”

„Woher auch?”

„Und Bernd kannte sie auch?”

„Ja klar, er arbeitet doch schon über 10 Jahre für mich und natürlich kannte er Hella, sehr gut sogar, sie waren sehr gut miteinander befreundet. Er gehörte quasi schon lange zur Familie.”

„Ach so ist das?”

„Genau, deswegen bin ich ja zu ihm gezogen, nach ihrem Tod. Ich konnte einfach nicht mehr alleine sein, besonders nicht in unserem alten Haus. Und Bernd gab mir einfach halt und es war so für mich das Einfachste.”

„Klar, wie lange wart Ihr verheiratet!”

„Knapp 30 Jahre!”

„Das ist ne lange Zeit.”

„Eben! Also ich komm Donnerstag rum und keinem ein Sterbenswort, OK?”

„Geht klar!”

Bevor ich nachfragen konnte, klingelte es schon an der Tür und schnell saßen wir wieder alle auf unseren Böcken. Heute war das Wetter noch besser als gestern und wir genossen die Ausfahrt. Horst, Kevin und ich natürlich durch die viele Endorphine, die durch unsere Körper strömten. Besonders bei Kevin war dies auffällig, er wirkte heute sehr viel gelöster als gestern. Da fiel vor allen Dingen Fred ab, der Horst bei einer Rast zur Seite nahm:

„Was habt Ihr denn mit Kevin gemacht, der ist ja heute so ganz anders?”

„Was meinst Du?”

„Der ist total locker und easy drauf, sonst ist er immer eher melancholisch.”

„Wir waren einfach nett zu ihm?”

„Wie meinst Du das?”

„Fred, escort acıbadem kapierst Du denn nicht, dass er einfach ein fehlendes Selbstvertrauen hat? Den Bub musst Du mehr aufbauen!”

„Das mache ich doch schon ständig. Wie ich Dir bereits gestern sagte, er ist der beste Lehrling, den ich je hatte. Er ist clever und fleißig, der schafft sicher die verkürzte Ausbildung!”

„Echt, das wäre ja super!”

„Ja, ein Jammer, dass der nach dem Abi nicht studieren konnte. Aber ohne Kohle musste er halt eine Ausbildung machen. Aber ich glaube der fühlt sich schon wohl bei mir.”

„Ja das glaube ich auch. Ach er hat Abi gemacht, hat er gar nicht erzählt.”

„Dem musste das alles echt aus der Nase ziehen. Er ist halt meist sehr verschlossen, um so mehr freut es mich, dass er bei den Jungs hier so auftaut.”

„Gestern Abend hat er aber doch war raus gelassen. Du hast ihm den Führerschein bezahlt?”

„Hab ich, allerdings nicht nur aus reiner Menschenliebe. Er muss ja auch Bikes ausliefern oder Ersatzteile besorgen, daher hat er gleich Klasse A + B2 gemacht. Ich hab da schließlich auch was von.”

„Und das lastet auch auf ihm, dass er Dir so viel Geld schuldet.”

„Deswegen lass ich ihn ja auch am Samstag was arbeiten, damit er mehr Geld macht.”

„Und das haben wir auch vor!”

„Echt, was soll er denn für Euch machen?”

„Hast Du nicht gesehen gestern, er hat echt ein Händchen für´s Tisch decken und servieren. Wir wollen ihn engagieren, wenn wir Gäste zu Besuch haben, naja und für ein paar andere Dinge im Haus.”

„Ich dachte Ihr habt alles besetzt. Habt Ihr nicht Gärtner, Pooljungen und eine Haushälterin?”

„Die letzte hat vor 2 Wochen gekündigt, geht zurück nach Meck-Pomm, Ihre Mutter ist pflegebedürftig! Also das passt, wir können also wirklich Hilfe gebrauchen. Aber wir wollen es langsam angehen. Wir können ihn ja nicht so einspannen, er muss ja auch bei Dir was leisten.”

„Das ist sehr anständig von Dir Horst.”

„Lass mal gut sein, junge Kerle muss man fördern!”

Kevin unterbrach uns strahlend.

„Chef, die Karre schnurrt jetzt wieder wie ne Eins, Sie hatten Recht, es war doch der XXX, nicht der YYY.”

„Freut mich, habe ich doch noch ein bisschen mehr Erfahrung als Du, was?”

„Hab ich das je bestritten, Chef?”

„Passt schon, aber sag mal, Du bist heute ja gut drauf.”

„Ja, ist doch super Wetter und die Strecke ist auch einfach genial. Und außerdem habe ich himmlisch gut geschlafen. Sie sollten mal das Riesenbett sehen, wo ich schlafen durfte. Da fühlt man sich wie in Abrahams Schoß.”

„Ach weißt Du jetzt endlich was ich gemeint habe neulich!”

„Absolut Chef!” und schon war er wieder davon gedüst.

„Dann muss ich Dein Angebot auch mal in Anspruch nehmen, vielleicht fühle ich mich dann auch wie in Abrahams Schoß?”

„Klar, jederzeit.”

„Einmal nicht neben der schnarchenden Alten pennen zu müssen, würde da schon reichen!”

Sie lachten beide dreckig und schon ging die Fahrt wieder weiter.

„Wollen wir heute wieder bei uns enden? Zu Essen ist nicht mehr viel da, aber Getränke haben wir noch genug!” schlug Horst vor.

„Nee, lass mal, wenn ich noch einen Abend weg bin, schmeißt meine Alte mich raus!”

„Meine auch.”

Wir verabschiedeten uns von allen am letzten Halt, da wir bald zu Hause waren, nur die anderen mussten noch ein Stückchen weiter.

„Und Kevin kommst Du noch mit zu uns?”

Unsicher schaute er sich um.

„Ich weiß nicht. Dann wird mein Chef nachher noch misstrauisch, wenn ich ständig bei Euch rumhänge.”

„Deine Entscheidung, aber Du bist uns immer Willkommen, ich hoffe das weißt Du!” sagte ich mit einem Augenzwinkern.

Kevin errötete sofort.

„Außerdem habe ich mitbekommen, dass Horst Fred schon gesagt hat, dass Du auch für uns arbeiten willst. Also die Sorge kann ich Dir nehmen!”

„Besser nicht!” antwortete er und zog seinen Helm wieder über den Kopf.

Wir winkten allen hinterher und gingen ins Haus. Kaum hatten wir die Tür geschlossen, fielen wir uns in die Arme.

„Was für ein Tag, was?”

„Wahnsinn, warum wollte Kevin denn nicht mit zu uns?”

„Ich glaube der muss erst einmal verarbeiten, was da heute Morgen zwischen uns passiert ist.”

„Das muss ich aber auch. Meinst Du denn, er kommt wieder und auch wieder in unser Bett?”

„Wer weiß, aber ich glaube schon, aber ich komme auch gerne wieder in Dein Bett.”

„Gute Idee, was hältst Du davon, wenn ich mich schon mal vorbereite und Du schmeißt den Whirlpool und die Sauna an und später reite ich mal wieder auf Dir, mein geiler Hengst?”

„Nichts lieber als das. Ich denke Kevin müssen wir, sollte istanbul eskort es überhaupt nochmal dazu kommen, langsam an so was ran führen.”

„Das kannst Du ja schließlich ausgezeichnet, hast Du ja bei mir auch geschafft.”

„Genau, ich bin ja der beste Heten-Knacker weit und breit!”

Lachend ging Horst ins Bad und kam schnell zurück, als ich ihn schon lüstern im Whirlpool erwartete. Und es dauerte nicht lange, da saß er schon auf meinem Schwanz und genoss es wie ich sein haariges Loch penetrierte.

Wir waren gerade so richtig in Fahrt, als es an der Türe klingelte.

„Wer kann das jetzt sein?”

„Kevin?”

Horst schnappte sich sein Handy und schaltete die Türkamera ein.

„Kevin? Was für eine schöne Überraschung. Komm rein, Bernd und ich sitzen im Whirlpool.”

Und schon drückte er den Türöffner.

Etwas verlegen stand Kevin vor uns. Ich schaltete die Düsen aus, damit wir uns besser unterhalten können.

„Schön, dass Du es Dir noch anders überlegt hast.”

“Zieh Dich aus und komm zu uns rein, das Wasser ist herrlich warm!”

„Sieht auch so aus!”

„Wieso?”

„Na Ihr seht schon ganz verschwitzt aus.”

„Wir konnten ja nicht wissen, dass uns ein hübscher Kerl noch beehrt?”

„Ja, ich fand es besser, erst mal nach hause zu fahren. Aber zu Hause habe ich es nicht ausgehalten.”

„Dann komm rein und wir machen da weiter, wo wir heute Morgen aufgehört haben.”

Zögernd zog er den Reißverschluss seiner Kombi runter und aufmerksam genossen wir sein Strippen. Das machte ihn genauso an wie uns und als er die Leiter zum Whirlpool hinaufstieg, stand sein Degen schon wieder ganz ordentlich.

Wir nahmen ihn in die Mitte und küssten und streichelten ihn und schnell schoss er seine Ladung ab.

„Na Du bist mir ja ein Schnellspritzer!”

„Entschuldige Horst.”

„Ach was, Kevin. Mach Dir mal keine Sorgen, das ist völlig in Ordnung und ja auch ein schönes Kompliment für uns, dass wir Dich so geil machen!”

„Stimmt, aber ich glaube wir gehen rein, das Wetter schlägt um. Wir wollten noch in die Sauna, hast Du Lust?”

Kevin nickte und wir begaben uns in den Keller und setzten uns ins die Sauna. Wie zu erwarten bei so jungen Kerlen, als er uns nackt gegenüber saß, ging seine Lanze schnell wieder in die Höhe. Dieses Mal setzte ich mich neben ihn und Horst platzierte sich eine Etage tiefer und blies ihm seinen Schwanz bis zum Happy End, während ich dieses Mal mit ihm dabei knutschte und streichelte.

Das war zu viel Erfahrung für unseren Neuling. Er machte schlapp und wir trugen ihn mit den Armen um unsere Schultern hinauf ins Schlafzimmer und gaben ihm erst mal ein paar Gläser Mineralwasser.

Wir legten ihn auf´s Bett und gemeinsam mit Horst rieben wir ihn mit unserem Lieblingsöl ein und massierten ihm Rücken und Beine. Kevin war noch ein bisschen schlapp und genoss unsere Behandlung. Zwischendurch rieben wir uns auch gegenseitig ein und knutschten, bis auch Kevin wieder fitter wurde und sich in unser Massagespiel einbrachte.

Mittlerweile waren wir alle ziemlich eingeölt und Horst und Kevin bliesen sich gegenseitig in der 69 Stellung. Horst präsentierte mir seine Kiste und ich konnte nicht umhin, mich seiner Grotte zu nähern. Er stöhnte laut auf, als ich ihm die Kimme leckte und Kevin wurde neugierig was ich da machte. Schnell war dabei und nachdem er mir kurz zuschaute, machte er gleich mit. Er sah wie Horst Loch größer und größer wurde.

Ich legte mich auf den Rücken und zog Horst auf mich. Währenddessen schauten wir wie Kevin reagierte. Er war sich noch nicht sicher, worauf das hinauflaufen würde und streichelte uns während wir uns in Position für einen Ritt brachten. Es machte ihn tierisch an, als er mitkriegte, dass ich das erste Mal in Horst hineinfuhr und vor allen Dingen welche Reaktion dies bei Horst auslöste.

Kevin legte sich neben mich und beobachtete wie wir miteinander fickten. Er streichelte sich die Rute und als Horst das mitkriegte, hielt er seine Hand fest.

„Wenn Du willst, reite ich auch noch auf Dir!”

Kevin traute seine Ohren zwar nicht, aber nickte und wartete ab. Allerdings mussten wir ihn immer wieder daran hindern, selber Hand anzulegen, wir befürchteten dass er trotz dass er schon 2 x abgespritzt hatte, bereits kommen würde, bevor Horst ihn besteigen konnte.

Ich war soweit und ich spritzte meinen Saft in Horst Darm, der sofort von mir runter stieg und sich Kevins Schwanz in den Arsch rammte. Horst war auch schon nahe am spritzen, wollte aber unbedingt erst kommen, wenn auch Kevin soweit war. Und er hatte Glück, dass er es noch so lange zurück halten konnte, als auch Kevin wieder soweit war und beide Kerle kamen gleichzeitig escort şerifali und ich kostete gemeinsam mit Kevin von Horst Saft. Verschwitzt und glücklich kuschelten wir zu dritt, mit Kevin in unserer Mitte, der schnell vor Erschöpfung einschlief.

Horst und ich waren noch lange wach und schauten uns an.

„Könntest Du Dir ein Leben zu Dritt vorstellen?”

„Das gleiche habe ich mir auch gerade vorgestellt? Aber meinst Du er will überhaupt?”

„Wir fragen ihn einfach morgen früh!”

Kevin machte große Augen, als wir ihm den Vorschlag machten, aber die Aussicht nun ständig mit uns Sex haben zu können, war mehr als er ausschlagen konnte. Aber er zögerte noch. Erst als wir beide noch einmal auf ihm ritten und ihn mehr als geil zum Abspritzen gebracht hatten, war er außer Stande der Versuchung noch länger zu widerstehen.

EPILOG:

Die 3 lebten von nun an zusammen ins Bernds Haus. Sie wurden richtig solide, Bernd & Horst schworen sämtlichen Partys ab und tauschten die ganzen Callboys gegen richtige Angestellte aus. Horst zog sich mehr und mehr aus der Kanzlei zurück. Seinen endgültigen Ausstieg verkündete er zeitgleich als er ankündigte, dass er Bernd heiraten würden. Als sie Kevin davon in Kenntnis setzten, dass sie endlich heiraten, fragten sie ihn, ob er ihr Trauzeuge sein wollte. Er wollte. Bernd wurde nach Horst Ruhestand Kanzleichef.

Kevin schloss seine KFZ-Lehre mit Bravour ab und Horst fragte ihn, wie er sich seine Zukunft vorstellte. Kevin war da ohne rechte Ideen. Also schlug Horst ihm vor, noch zu studieren und dass er und Bernd das Ganze finanzieren würden. Kevin war begeistert und ebenso eifrig, wie für seine KFZ-Schlosser Lehre, lernte er in seinem Jura Studium. Mit seinen beiden Daddies hatte er kompetente Unterstützung und kam gut voran und stieg natürlich ebenfalls in die Kanzlei ein.

Als auch Bernd das entsprechende Alter erreicht hatte, wollte er sich ebenfalls zu Ruhe setzen. Als die beiden dies alles organisierten, ordneten Horst und Bernd zeitgleich ihre persönliche Angelegenheiten und setzten sich gegenseitig als Alleinerben ein. Als Ehepartner war der jeweils andere zwar abgesichert, aber wie es mit Kevin weitergehen würde, bereitete Ihnen zunehmend Sorgen.

Mehr als 15 glückliche Jahre hatten mittlerweile zusammen verbracht und obwohl sie ja eigentlich mit der Materie mehr als vertraut waren, kamen sie erst zu diesem Zeitpunkt auf die Idee, Kevin noch als ihren Sohn zu adoptieren.

Nach einem feudalen Essen in einem schicken Restaurant unterbreiteten sie Kevin ihre Pläne, der sofort den Tränen nah war. Nachdem sie ihm ihre Beweggründe erklärt hatten, war er einverstanden und stolz, dass die zwei Männer, die so viel Anteil an seinem Leben hatten, nun auch die letzte Lücke in seinem Lebenslauf schlossen. Somit war alles geklärt und sie überließen Kevin die Kanzlei.

Horst und Bernd sitzen nun viel gemeinsam auf ihrer Terrasse und sind nur noch Privatmenschen. Und manchmal müssen sie sich kneifen, um zu begreifen, was für ein Glück sie im letzten Drittel ihres Lebens erfahren durften und dass 2 schwule Männer ohne Kinder, doch noch einen Erben hervorgebracht haben, der die Tradition fortführt. Und manchmal wenn sie dann ein wenig nostalgisch werden, dann heulen sie zu dritt, weil auch Kevin, auch nach all den Jahren, immer noch nicht fassen kann, dass sein Leben, welches so traurig begann noch so eine gute Wendung genommen hatte.

An einem solchen Abend beschlossen sie dann zusammen, dass „ihre” Kanzlei in Zukunft neben dem üblichen Geschäft auch vermehrt Pro-Bono-Fälle übernehmen wird, damit die Menschen die nicht so mit Glück gesegnet sind, auch zu Ihrem Recht kommen.

Als die beiden dann nicht mehr so fit waren, baute Kevin das ganze Haus altersgerecht um und sorgte sich nun um seine Väter, damit sie weiterhin alle zusammen sein konnten. Auch als Horst die Augen für immer schloss, sorgte er weiter für Bernd, bis auch er irgendwann über die Regenbogenbrücke gehen musste.

Auch viele Jahre nach dem Tod von Horst und Bernd führt Kevin im Andenken an seine beiden alten Herren die Kanzlei in dieser Tradition fort.

Leider ist ihm ein spätes Glück verwehrt geblieben. Er hat sich nie wieder neu verliebt und als auch er zu alt wurde, verkaufte er Kanzlei und Haus und zog in ein Altersheim am Genfer See, wo er gut abgesichert, hochbetagt, umsorgt, aber alleine, die letzten Tage seines Lebens verbrachte.

ENDE

Liebe Stammleser, dies ist für eine gewisse Zeit die letzte neue Geschichte. Seid versichert, ich schreibe im Hintergrund an neuen Geschichten, eine ist bereits halbfertig, Ideen und Bilder (leider nicht bei Literotica) für mindestens 2 konkrete weitere Geschichten sind bereits vorhanden und müssen noch ausgearbeitet werden. Die Zwischenzeit werde ich mit Geschichten füllen, die einige vielleicht kennen, aber die die neuen Leser vielleicht auch interessiert. Also bleibt mir gewogen und ich freue mich weiterhin auf Euren zahlreichen Kommentare und persönlichen Messages.

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Amber just turned eight-teen today but was celebrating it alone. Her parents were gone on a business trip and had sworn that they would make it up to her later. Kathy, Amber’s best friend, was out of town, and her little brother was staying over at a friend’s house. She wanted to be alone with her boyfriend anyway because she was ready to lose her virginity to him, but he couldn’t come over. He told her that his parents were making him watch his brothers as they went out.

Amber thought she would spend her whole birthday alone until she saw her neighbor Susan sitting in a lawn chair. Susan was a kind and charming woman with long blonde hair. Looking a lot like A.J. Cook from Criminal minds but with a bigger and firmer ass. Being beautiful as she was made Amber wonder why she never saw any guys around her house. Not that she was spying or watching her every move, but in the last three years, she had never seen a guy around her place.

Susan was wearing a white blouse with the top three buttons undone and tan pants. The woman was relaxing from what Amber suspected was a hard day while drinking a glass of red wine. She didn’t want to bother her, but she was lonely and needed someone to talk to. Amber didn’t want to sound like a whiny little girl as she explained how bad her birthday was going.

While unloading how awful her day was going, she accidentally let it slipped out about her plan to have sex with her boyfriend. She didn’t mean to get that personal with her and felt embarrassed over it. Sex was a sin. Well, at least that’s what her mother said. She was surprised when Susan praised her for her decision to have sex and warned her that the first time often sucked, but it does get better.

Susan was eager for Amber to have a good time on her birthday that she took her into her house where they could talk some more. “Since it is your birthday, here is something to liven up your day. I am only doing this because it’s your special day, and please don’t tell your parents!” Susan said, pleading to Amber.

Amber never drank any alcohol before and didn’t really want any now, but she didn’t want to seem uptight. Swallowing her pride with a mouthful of something that was sweet-tasting, and found that she liked it. Amber figured it was better to test it out with someone safe that won’t take advantage of her. Letting herself relax drank a couple more glasses while enjoying Susan’s company and soon forgot about her trouble.

She was having a real good time until Susan’s phone rang. She had to come in to fix a work problem for a client who asked for her by name. It was like she was destined to be alone on her birthday, and forces were making sure that it happened. Susan told Amber that she was sorry, but she could finish her drink before going home.

Amber felt weird being in Susan’s house all alone, that she downed her drink fast. She felt the alcohol hit her all at once when she tried to stand up. Amber found herself unable to walk straight or think clearly. The only thing she could think of was that taking a cold shower might help. Whenever she felt sick, taking a shower before going to bed helped make her feel better.

Too afraid to walk home, she went in search of Susan’s shower. Amber staggered into the bathroom connected to Susan’s bedroom, where she quickly removed her clothes before stepping into a walk-in shower. It helped her a little, but she became a little light-headed, and when she got out, Amber put on a pink silk bathrobe that hung on the wall. Needing to Lie down from the dizziness she felt, she laid on Susan’s bed until it passed but ended up falling asleep.

Amber woke up with a jolt of pleasure running through her body. The first thing that she noticed was that the room was dark. She could hardly make out anything in the room with enough light to give objects within the room unfamiliar shapes. Amber soon realized that her robe was undone and could feel the night air dance across her naked flesh. Her nipples were hard and had the type of ache that only touching it could cure.

The reason they were hard was that somebody was between her legs licking her pussy. The pleasure that came from it was beyond words and was like nothing that she ever experienced before. The stranger knew what they were doing, sliding their tongue inside her and sucking on her pussy lips. When the person found her clitoris, she let out a long low pitch moan before biting her bottom lip.

It surprised her that she wasn’t trying to stop what was being done to her. This was the type of thing bad girls would do when these things happen to them. Good girls would say no and try to stop what was happening, but she enjoyed it too much ever to make it stop. She started to feel shameful because she began to think this may be Susan’s boyfriend and that she also had one of her own. Knowing she should say something to fix his mistake, she opened her mouth, but the wave of pleasure paralyzed her tongue.

The man must have assumed finding her lying on his girlfriend’s bed that bursa escort she was Susan. She could see how he could make that mistake in a dark room with someone with similar features as his girlfriend. Amber was also a blonde, and even in a dim-lit room, one couldn’t tell them apart. Amber could only hope that she looked that good at that age. Susan was twenty-six, and to a teenager like Amber, that was a long time away from eight-teen.

She opened her mouth to tell him to stop before things go any further than it already has, but only another moan escaped her lips. A tremble of pleasure ran through her that made her powerless to resist what was happening. Amber opened her legs wider; she couldn’t believe that she was going to let him fuck her without saying a word.

Grabbing her breasts, Amber squeezed them and played with her nipples. The stranger between her legs didn’t need any help hitting the right spot because he somehow knew where to touched her. It’s like this stranger knew her vagina inside and out. When she found the strength to push aside the desire to have his cock inside her was about to speak up when light from a passing car came through the bedroom window illuminating the room.

For a moment, she only registered that it was someone with long black hair, then it hit her. Susan’s boyfriend wasn’t between her legs, but her friend Monica was. It surprised her that she didn’t immediately push the girl away but what she was doing felt too good. It was one thing when she thought it was a guy between your legs licking her pussy with a skillful tongue. Amber’s mind told her this was wrong, but her body didn’t care and wanted it to go on.

Feeling too good to stop, she let Monica have her way with her and had her first orgasm. It hit her hard like a ton of bricks, making her arch her back and curling her toes while screaming at the top of her lungs. The sound that came out of her mouth was between some kind of wild animal and a demonic entity. She didn’t care that she just lost her virginity to another girl and just the fact that it felt unbelievably good.

Hearing the woman’s seductive voice calling out from between her legs revealing a secret that she never knew about her neighbor. “Susan. Susan, my baby doll, your pussy tasted extra good tonight like I was tasting your juicy cunt for the first time,” Monica said teasingly.

Feeling Monica’s body sliding across her own as the girl crawled on top of her and realized the girl was also naked. She could feel the girl’s large soft breasts pressing against her flesh while her bare pelvis rest between her legs. The girl spoke again, but this time she teased Amber with a kiss on her shoulder after every other word. ” I got a great idea; let invite your sexy neighbor over for some fun. What was her name again? Oh yeah, it was Amber! I hear today was her birthday, and now she is legal for us to play with.”

Amber’s body tensed up at this revelation and felt excitement hearing this woman unwittingly confessed to wanting to fuck her. She understood now why she had never seen a guy hanging around because Susan was gay and Monica was her lover. Being mistaken as someone lesbian lover should have disgusted her, but somehow she didn’t mind the mixed up.

She was too afraid to speak; Amber did something that surprised her when she kissed Monica. She couldn’t believe she did that, and it took a few tries before finding the girl’s lips. When she found Monica’s mouth felt her tongue slipped inside that was coated with her juices. While they were kissing, Monica sensually massaged her small delicate breasts with tender affection.

The kiss was amazingly soft, warm, and delightfully addictive. Amber lightly caressed Monica’s back as they kissed before sliding her hands down it to the girl’s ass and squeezed it. She never wanted to embrace another girl like this before, but now she found that she wanted nothing more. Not knowing how long they laid there kissing and touching each other, Amber discovered how okay she was doing sexual things with another girl.

Amber hoped that no car would come by, shining their light in the room and ruin this moment. Fearing if the girl knew that she wasn’t Susan, she would stop their lovemaking, and she had grown to love the experience. Amber had passed the point of ending this, and the memory of her boyfriend faded away to nothingness. The pleasure was too great to run from that she was more than willing to do whatever Monica wanted.

Feeling a single finger working around her breast now and gradually down toward the areola in a spiral pattern. The touch made her body tingle all over and made her nipples a little bit harder. She didn’t think it could get any stiffer or more sensitive than they were right now. Whenever Monica touched her nipple, it made her cried out and moan. Monica slid her hand between her legs and inserted a finger inside her. Breaking their kiss Monica told her in a hot sultry voice. “I got a new toy for you, sweetie. I can’t wait to use it on you. Come and feel it!”

Monica çanakkale escort guided her hand to the toy; Amber felt something long, thick, and smooth. Amber didn’t know what she was feeling and could only guess it was a sex toy. “I know you’ve never used a strap-on before, baby, but I promise that you will enjoy this. Turn around and get on your hands and knees!” Monica said, ordering Amber to reposition herself.

Doing as the woman told her, Amber felt Monica getting in position behind her. Monica’s hands found her ass and squeezed it before tracing the head of the fake cock around her wet pussy. It almost slid in from how wet she was, but Monica was a master when teasing a lover in bed. She slowly eased all seven inches inside Amber’s pussy that ended up breaking her hymen and caused her some pain. When the girl started thrusting her hips into her, the pain she first felt was pushed aside by the rising pleasure.

Monica held tightly on Amber’s legs as her thrusts picked up speed and pounded her virgin pussy in submission. Monica slid her hands down to her breasts, squeezing them as she bent over to whisper into her ear and giving her a fucking that she will never forget. “Let’s invite Amber over tomorrow, and we can fuck her together! How about it, baby? We can turn that girl into our little slut and teach her how sweet a pussy can tasted.” Monica said in a lustful heated voice.

It turned her on so much, hearing this woman confessing how much she wanted to fuck her and not knowing she was doing just that now. Amber kept her eyes shut as she felt an orgasm building up within her and bit down on her lower lip in pleasure. Between the grunts and moans, Monica’s words started to be drowned out.

“Mmmm…Ummm…oh,” she emitted squeals of delight. Monica’s voice became intense and demanding. “I saw how you look at her firm ass and the shape of her perky breasts this morning when she wasn’t looking. Let’s fuck her, or I will not finish.” She slowed down enough to tease her of forth-coming pleasure without getting her the orgasmic release she now craved.

Amber wanted to weep from not being allowed to cum, but was too afraid to speak. “Just one word, my dear. Just one word and I will fuck you like no ever had before!” Monica said, teasing her into speaking words that could give the game away. Needing to cum so badly, she didn’t know she did it until it was too late. Yelling in a loud, lustful voice, Amber screamed out, “Yes! Yes! Yes! I will be your little whore; just fuck me!” The fear ran through her body, knowing Monica must have known that her voice wasn’t Susan.

Monica seemed not to notice as she grabbed Amber’s hair, pulling her head back as she picked up speed. The orgasm was coming back, and this time it was stronger. The loud moaning sounds coming from her once again filled the room. When the orgasm hit, her body was unprepared from the pleasure that shot through her.

“Ahhh…mmmm…fuck!” Amber screamed out in delightful joy. Amber couldn’t believe that she let this woman fuck her and how much she enjoyed it. When Monica let go of her hair, she was too weak to keep on all fours, so she crashed her face into the pillow. Monica wasn’t finished and kept her ass up, continuing fucking her.

The pillow kept all her moans muffled, but each orgasm that followed wreaked her body with a pleasurable weakness. After the third powerful orgasm, she passed out and had an erotic dream. She dreamt about having sex with Keira Knightley when her best friend Kathy walked in naked, with her dark hair tied back in a ponytail, lowering herself between her legs. Kathy’s face was filled with undeniable lust, and she spoke in a voice with desperate longing in it. “I’ve been waiting to do this for the longest time now.” Lowering her head, but before she could make contact, Amber woke up.

The thought of sleeping with Kathy made her nipples stiffen and her pussy moist. The girl was a month older than she was and before last night was more experience with sex than she was. She was pretty sure her friend had never spent a night with another girl being fucked into total exhaustion. She started to wonder what pussy tastes like and wished that Monica was still in the room to find out.

Her mind went back to Kathy’s naked frame, and she began to touch herself while pretending that they were having sex. This scared her and made her wonder if she was a lesbian now. It didn’t scare her to be a lesbian, but the reaction from other people did. Knowing she will never be accepted, Amber decided she would keep this a secret as long as she could. Letting out a low whimper and she came over her fingers, she resisted the urge to lick her juices from them.

Amber tied the robe loosely around her body as she got out of bed in the hope that Monica was still here. She wanted to repeat last night’s fun and be able to remove her robe in a flash. Amber found Susan instead in her dining room drinking some coffee at a glass table. Susan smiled at her as she sat down. “I see you had some fun while I çankırı escort was away.” She said with a devilish smirk. Amber lowered her head in shame. “I am sorry things just got carried away,” Amber pleaded in her defense.

Susan let out a light laugh. “There’s nothing to say sorry about. Monica told me everything. I should warn you that she likes to play games with people and has a thing about fucking impressionable young girls. She found you in my bed and pretended she thought you were me. By the way, we are just friends and not lovers. Like I said, she likes to play games.”

Amber’s mouth dropped open in shock for a moment before she smiled from the ride that she was taken on. She couldn’t deny the fact that she enjoyed the whole experience and was more than willing to do it again. Monica was an exceptional lover with the way she knew her body and how to touch it.

“I can see that you are not mad at her for her dirty little trick. She really is a good person, but someone that liked having a lot of sex. She is more adventurous than me and goes after whoever she wants.” Susan said, explaining her friend’s debauchery ways.

Amber noticed Susan’s eyes looking down with a hint of lust and desire for something on the glass table. It took her a moment to realize that her robe came undone, revealing some of her bush to the woman. This excited her to the point that she spread her legs wider to tease Susan a bit. She couldn’t believe that she was acting like a slut, and her action made Susan choke on her coffee. The robe opened further than she thought it would, sliding off her lap completely, leaving her silky legs and a glistening pussy totally exposed to Susan’s gaze.

Susan stared at her legs and the thick patch of blonde pubes that was between them. The woman’s eyes shift upward toward her chest that was barely covered by the robe. A good portion of her breasts could be seen with a hint of a nipple peeking out. Amber had never let herself be this exposed to someone before and made no move to cover up.

Amber wasn’t exactly a good girl but a long way from being a slut. At least not before today. She was getting off on exposing herself to Susan. It was like she was in a dream when she rose from the table; her body was powerless to deny what it wanted. Amber allowed the robe to fall off as she walked toward Susan. The woman could only stare at her beautiful nude body with lustful eyes. When their lips met, they shared a fiery hot kiss between them.

Amber’s hands roamed over Susan’s body, squeezing one of her breasts through her blouse, feeling a hard nipple. She wasn’t wearing a bra that Amber found thrilling. Twisting the nipple made Susan moan into Amber’s mouth and made her even bolder. Amber lowered her hand between Susan’s legs, playing with her pussy through her dress pants. Breaking their kiss, Amber climb underneath the table to correct a missed opportunity.

Amber started undoing Susan’s pants, sliding them off while taking her shoes and panties with them. Susan had a thin patch of pubic hair that Amber found to be cute. Not sure what to do next, she just started licking the best way she knew how. Amber liked how it tasted but was unsure if she was doing it right.

She was glad when Susan started to direct her to the right spot and started moaning loudly. Showing her she was on the right track, her body squirmed around and let out a series of moans. “To the right a bit…mmmm… a little higher… Ahhh. That..mmmm is…Ahhh… it… Fuck I am cumming!” An orgasm erupted through Susan’s body, making Amber proud of her newly found skill in licking pussy.

Amber knew that there was no going back from this after discovering how much eating pussy turned her on. She was naked underneath a table, face wet from another girl’s pussy juice, and instead of feeling shameful, she was looking forward to the next time. Looking up at Susan, she watched the woman removed her blouse until she was naked as she was. Susan’s nipples were thick and were poking out like two little erasers.

Susan pulled Amber from underneath the table into a long passionate kiss. The woman didn’t seem to mind tasting herself on her lips and drank down her juices with delight. Amber felt herself being dragged back to the room where the loss of her innocent happened and was thrown on the bed in a playful matter. Jumping on top of her, Susan started kissing wildly all over her body. Taking one of her stiff pink nipples into her mouth, Susan began biting playfully and sucking on it, sending a ripple of pleasure down her spine. The series of kisses and bites soon followed down her stomach until the woman got to her pussy. Amber didn’t know how intoxicating and alluring the scent of her pussy was but that Susan ate it with a hunger of a wild animal.

The sensations that ran through Amber’s body by Susan’s artful tongue showed that Monica wasn’t the only one that was also a master at cunnilingus. “Mmmm…Ahhhh…Ohh..fuck..Yesss.” Arching her back, her legs slightly tighten around Susan’s head, rubbing her breasts and pinching her nipples. A long “mmmm” came out softly at first but was getting louder. When the powerful orgasm hit, her legs held Susan’s head so tight that she couldn’t hear the earsplitting moaning scream that came from her. “Mmmm…Oh fuck…Yesss… mmmm…oh fucking Godddd… that was good.”

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My hands grip her throat and I madly engulf her lips in mine. She submits herself completely in me.

I hold her in my arms and find her out of breath. We unlock ourselves and take a moment’s break.

We stare deeply at each other. Is it just like the old times? We have already broken uncountable boundaries and are about to cross more forbidden paths. Paths which are beckoning us recklessly in an unbridled and delicious physical journey, and we are answering those irresistible calls frantically, pushing beyond our limits. Way beyond.

Mini’s eyes are burning in a lustful passion. I too find myself getting overcome by such an intense heatwave of desires that I am not able to stop myself. Mini is welcoming me wholeheartedly and I desperately take the plunge.

I hug her tightly and bite on the side of her neck. She does not expect this sudden brush of teeth and grips me harder. I lick the wound portion, moving my tongue slowly over it, till I reach her earlobe. A playful probe into it causes her to whimper aloud…

She is grasping me tightly and tries to take a sort of lying position with me, as she is struggling to stand any longer.

Maybe she is all wet down there.

The thought is such an exciting turn-on…

I lift the loose end of her sari draped over her shoulder and bring it down. One glance at her blouse reveals how the palpable excitement is forcing her nipples to push through her bra. She peeks at me coyly, blushing like a newly wed bride, while I scan my eyes down from her distracting cleavage, slowly along her entire body.

She possesses shapely curves at all the right places, and I am unable to control myself in consuming her entire figure. Inch by inch.

Drawing the sari out of her petticoat, I take her hand and make lie her down on their bed.

Darkness is swiftly settling in now, but I can still figure out the the glistening sweat beads on her forehead and around her buxom cleavage.

She extends her hand and switches on a soothingly mild nightlamp, which helps create a more ideal ambience to make love. I nod in appreciation.

I climb on top of her, and again start kissing her deeply. I almost deliberately pin her hands down on both sides, and drown her in ample liplocks, indulging in non-stop tongue plays and thereby leaving her lips more swollen than ever before.

“I missed this so much…” she whispers.

“Me too”… I murmur back. She looks so beautiful, her lips slightly parted, a bit of saliva at the edges, her willing body ready to take on so much more.

I sit up a little straight, and she starts unhooking her blouse. I also find my now hardened nipples poking out beneath my dress, along with a certain wetness around my underwear.

We both get her out of her blouse. van escort She lies down, covering her breasts under her bra.

I have seen them before, and loved them passionately. That is, before her marriage. They have grown much more fuller, and are almost spilling out from the bra.

“I want to see…”I whisper her into her ears, while sucking her earlobe.

“I am feeling so shy… also so hot…” she answers breathlessly.

“let me suck them…”

She gets turned on by such a wild invitation, and slightly tilts on one side. I waste no time to open the bra clasp and her smooth back becomes completely naked.

I free her arms from the bra, and let it fall on the floor.

With a heightened sense of anticipation, she looks up at me while I admire the firmness of her mounds, the deep gorge between them and the tight round nipples. Her eyes seem to beg me to take the plump tits by my teeth, pull them hard, and suckle them greedily.

I draw my head down, close my eyes and start licking on her left nipple. She clutches the bedsheet sharply, as if an electric sensation shoots through and penetrates her. My tongue drips wet and leaves a trail of saliva around the brown nipple. In a circular motion, I play with my wet tongue over it. Then using just the end of my tongue, I brush the tip of her nipple.

At the same time, I let my right hand pinch her right nipple, making her insanely aroused. The tip goes abnormally pointy and I move my index finger around it, naughtily and playfully, over and over it. She goes completely berserk when I simultaneously suck her whole left breast inside my mouth while also torturing her right one.

I am simply loving the way her body is responding to my touches and caresses.

“Aah…” She moans dreadfully with her eyes rolling, yet she herself is manoeuvring my head in licking and lapping up the saliva on her breasts. I dig my mouth inside her cleavage, cupping her tits in my both hands. My still famished tongue simply ravages her cleavage. She loves this so much, she gets up a little and thrusts her breasts into my mouth, one at a time, to wash my tongue and lips all over again upon each of them.

She now lies down helplessly, panting in a wanton manner, putting her tongue out, which I accept gleefully and inflame her in another round of French kissing, while twisting and rubbing her erect nipples.

She is writhing in unrestrained fervor, and sweating profusely. I lift up my head and pull of my saleswoman T-shirt. My nipples are also trying to break free from the shackles of my bra, and get the magical feel of nipple-to-nipple touch.

After another raunchy smooch, I continue my downward movement along her curvy body.

I reach the strings of her petticoat. She ties it quite a bit upwards on yalova escort her belly, and I presume she does not encourage a lot of display of her waist to the public. At least, more than what is necessary. I suddenly recall how sensitive her navel area is, she reaches the verge of an orgasm simply by a gentle prodding into her bellybutton. It is a major erogenous zone for her.

Still I can feel the outlines of her curvy waist by unfastening the petticoat strings and lowering it down to her pantyline.

“Uff…aah…ummmm… she bites her lips in sexual agony as the cool breeze suddenly hits her open navel, while I relish the sultry view of her smooth and curvy belly.

The deep hole sits in the middle, waiting to be sucked, licked and pressed. She looks up at me fearfully, while I think of more and more sinful ways to attack it.

With my long index finger, I draw circles around her navel, leisurely taking my time. This sets her belly play along in a rhythmic tandem to my finger, and she is shaking nervously and quickly losing herself. The dim light in the room casts a shadow into her deep navel. I take out my tongue and lick into it, sending her in an uproariously moaning fit. I then blow softly into it, and moisten her whole navel area with my tongue. A pool of my saliva goes into it and settles there, such is its depth.

“Aaah Madhu… please no… ahhhh… this feels so good… uhhhh… mmmmmm” she tugs and tears at my hair while I keep burying my nose and lips into her sensual navel.

I again straighten up and kiss her on the lips.

She is so sexually charged up now, I expect to find her in a pool of her juices. She herself drags down her petticoat and remains in her panties. Unabashedly now.

“take them off… ” she pleads.

I plant soft kisses along her pantyline, arousing her to unlimited levels. She is really unbelievably drenched, I have never seen her this wet.

And her panties are now tossed out of her. Out of the bed.

I take a full view of her nudity: the sweaty face and excited lips, the ripeness of her bosom, the trickle of my saliva still present around her perfect navel, and now the moist eagerness of her clit.

I want to put my tongue inside her.

Taste her wetness.

I want to finger-fuck her. Drive her utterly crazy.

I am being blinded by this ocean-deep avalanche of passion. I want to view her sensuous rearside now.

I flip her over. She loves this sense of command from me, over her. A moan of pleasure escapes her lips while I feast my eyes on her brazen back.

I now discard my own bra and lower myself over her back, skin touching on skin. My uptight nipples graze along and cling themselves to Mini’s back. We both groan in ecstasy and attach ourselves in a more enclosed way.

I çorlu escort start kissing along Mini’s back downwards.

I can feel the goosebumps rising on her skin, and her sexual shrieking, but I continue my burning stamp on her: a soft kissing followed by a soft soothing blow. And I inch downwards, fondling the naked temptation of her sexy butt-cheeks.

I mischievously bite on her butt, and she begs more from me.

I now desperately seek a munch of her pussy.

Again I turn her over, and she has haplessly leaked so much more. She craves my mouth, my lips, tongue, everything at once plugged to her clit lips, otherwise… There is no otherwise.

I look at her face, the plea of wanting in it. I start sucking on her feet.

I lovingly take each finger over my tongue, and prolong my capture of her wet zones. This deliberate delay takes her sexual tension several notches higher. I move my lips along her legs, acknowledging the softness of her skin, and she gets more tantalized by these strokes and teases.

“I am awfully wet… ahhh… i… ahhh… cannot… ” she is now having trouble forming her words, as she keeps sniffling feebly.

I now kiss on the inner side of the thigh. It is dangerously close to her climax point and she guides my head down there, clumsily pulling my hair in maddening desperation.

It has not been that long since her bath, and I can feel the freshness of her clit. It is not fully shaved, but this does not matter to me at all.

I spread open her legs.

“Oh my god… aaah…” she is half-dead with pleasure.

I run my thumb along the warm clit wall. It throbs in tandem. I put two of my fingers in her clit. Deep, deeper inside.

She jumps in a state of new high and thrill, and I keep at my rapid fingerplay. In and out they go, fucking and tearing her apart, with her juices overflowing my fingers and spilling into my hand.

I try to keep her moaning at bay but do not give her any respite as I immediately start pushing my tongue into her vagina and clit. Her entire body pulsates and squirms as she puts her leg over my shoulder, and I lap up the warm fluids by nudging my tongue more and more into her holes.

Her legs criss-cross into a X, with my nose and lips driven firmly inside her inflamed and flooded pussy. I drink to my heart’s content, making sure to keep her fulfilled even as my face gets fully soaked while she erupts spontaneously. Never has she felt this much pleasure at my hands before. I doubt whether she has felt this much anywhere at all.

I have drunk her dry…

I run my tongue all over her body, upwards from her glowing clit; then snaking along her stomach, till her cleavage. I subtly bite on the edge of her nipples and suck on her tongue, and she smiles contentedly.

Her eyebrows shoot up noticing my bare breasts; she was so lost in the eating of her body and soul, that this has gone unseen by her, but the smacking of her lips tells me I will now fall prey to her thirsty ambitions.

And the doorbell rings…

(Continued in the next part)

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I had been living at The Nest for a week. The move was a smart decision – besides saving my parents money on a dorm room for the summer, I wasn’t looking for things to occupy my time and the eye candy wasn’t bad either. Because the market wasn’t quite there yet for “paternity” clothing, the residents and visitors regularly kept their shirts off at the mansion.

I had slowly been getting into the groove of things. There was a lot to grasp, but Dr. Stevens set a good pace for me. He started me off with making appointments for prospective clients and answering basic questions over the phone. The resident preggos had their vitals taken twice a day, and by the end of the week I could do that without any supervision. We had a few visitors come by for regular monitoring as well. When I wasn’t working, Dr. Stevens had me reading a lot of background literature on the recent evolution of male pregnancy as well as some closely related areas of scientific inquiry. It was dense reading material, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

I was very interested in the physiology of it all – the current standard was to implant a ball of pre-programmed stem cells into a man’s abdomen. This ball would develop into a uterus and birth canal, the latter of which would open into the rectum. A small muscle also grew from here that could be operated voluntarily by the man. He could choose whether to have his birth canal or his rectum open, which definitely helped the breeding process (or lack thereof). Of course, anything was possible – another sphincter could be created on the flesh bridge between the balls and the anus so that breeding and birth could take place there. Interestingly, men could produce milk without any further interference. All men are born with mammary glands and some can express milk if given the right conditions. In the case of male pregnancies, the glands seemed to activate automatically. Researchers were still trying to find an explanation for this.

As noted in the job description, I was responsible for taking care of the guys to ensure that they had happy and comfortable pregnancies. They were good about not abusing that policy and I largely enjoyed those duties. I was regularly tasked with rubbing the guys down with a special lotion designed to prevent the skin on their stomachs from becoming weak or developing stretch marks, and I enjoyed that part of the job much more than I probably should have.

“Don’t worry,” Tyler said during the first one of these sessions. “It’s a little awkward at first, but you get used to it.” His friendly demeanor put me at ease.

Rob was the same way and very agreeable. He seemed to enjoy the rub-downs the most. He regularly took these sessions lying down, and I didn’t mind – after all, he was expecting any day now and couldn’t be expected to stand for everything. His moans threw me off the first time I helped him out and he could tell I was a little uncomfortable. “Sorry,” he said, a little embarrassed. “I’m just so sore lately and this helps a lot.” I told him not to worry and continued rubbing the lotion in, wondering what magical concoction of stem cells and essential extracts the doctor had invented. The second time we did this, he asked me to rub the lotion into his chest as well. His nipples were clearly swollen and ready to produce milk, so I was happy to help him out. They were hard under my palms. I applied a little pressure to help him out and the moans came out again. He looked so relaxed and the whole thing was getting my dick hard, so I tried to think of something else. He was always very grateful.

Ted was the worst. I think he could tell I liked him the most, and he didn’t make it easy for me to stay professional. I was always hard the moment my hands touched his round belly. He insisted on two or three applications of the lotion and I’m sure it was more than necessary. I never complained.

“You’re really good at this, Jake. I might have to get knocked up again just for this!” I laughed nervously as my palms ran over his firm stomach. I kept my eyes on his gut as I worked, thinking about how much bigger it would get in the coming months. I felt a little escort ümraniye impact come from inside and he winced. “Ooh, one of them kicked. They must like you too!”

He really knew how to embarrass me and I was grateful we were doing this in the privacy of his room.

I continued with the second application. “You can go a little higher. My pecs are pretty sore from the workout yesterday.” As if I needed an excuse to worship his muscular body. Well…I kind of did, if I wanted to stay out of trouble. I also knew nothing of his significant other and didn’t want to overstep any bounds.

I guess I hadn’t noticed because of his build, but his nipples were even more swollen than Rob’s and stuck out a good half inch from his chest. When I applied a little pressure on the outside of his chest, I was shocked to have a thin stream of milk squirt out at me.

“Whoops. Forgot to get milked this morning.” He had a sly grin on his face and was clearly enjoying this. I tried to hide my surprise.

“Wait…Don’t you have another three months to go? How are you producing milk already?”

He explained how he was one of the doctor’s guinea pigs and was going through a few treatments that were different from the other guys. In typical male pregnancies at that point, an egg was planted into the guy’s uterus and fertilized either beforehand or after. Ted wanted to be both the mother and father, which explained why he hadn’t mentioned anything about a significant other. Rather than synthesizing an egg from one of Ted’s sperm cells, Dr. Stevens wanted to see if his system could be ‘coaxed’ into creating a fertilized egg (in this case, two fertilized eggs) without all that other interference. The procedure was a success, but because this wasn’t the standard, Dr. Stevens wanted to make sure that Ted’s milk would be the same as if he had conceived in the standard way. He was regularly given a hormone injection to make him produce milk early.

“Actually, this might be a good time to familiarize you with the pump. Stevens will make you learn it soon anyway. Come on.”

I followed Ted through the house to one of the lab rooms and he locked the door behind us. This one was different from the exam rooms where I took the guys’ daily vitals – there was lots of strange looking equipment and I had a small sense of worry that I’d have to learn what everything was really soon.

There was an odd-looking chair in the center of the room that hung from the ceiling by a machine arm, and a large gap ran between the legs that began at the seat.

“That’s where I’ll be sitting,” he indicated. “You’ll have to man the computer over there and pick the ‘Ted’ sequence – it’s all programmed already so you don’t have to worry about too much.” He also showed me the pump, which sat on a wheeled cart that could be brought next to him while he sat in the chair.

“I’ll have to get my injection too,” he said casually.

“Um…I’m not really trained on how to use needles,” I said a little anxiously.

“Oh, it’s not intravenous. I get it through that.” He nodded toward a large, flexible tube that stood on top of another movable arm behind the hanging chair. “Once the milking starts, you’ll have to come over and position that so it goes inside me.”

I must have looked really dumb standing there with my mouth hanging open. Ted laughed and I felt my face turn bright red.

“Relax, Jake. I know it’s weird, but it feels great for me. Plus, it’s for a good cause – all the nutrients my girls need, and some extra stuff so I can keep my body in good shape during and after the pregnancy.”

‘For Science!’ was the mantra I kept repeating in my head. That helped a bit.

“I’ll have to take my shorts off though. Obviously. Are you ok with that?” I nodded yes before I even had time to comprehend the question. For once that day, he wasn’t openly flirting with me and I was more than a little grateful.

“Go for it,” I told him as I turned and walked toward the computer. As much as I wanted to watch him get undressed, I figured it was better to just stick to the escort istanbul task at hand and get it over with. I clicked through the menus on the computer and logged in with the ID and password Dr. Stevens had created for me. I found the ‘Ted’ program without any difficulty and fired it up.

I got up to attach the breast pump onto his chest. He was sitting in the chair completely naked, totally relaxed as if he were sitting in one of the reclining chairs out by the pool. He was gorgeous. Try as I might, I couldn’t keep my eyes from locking onto the long, meaty cock and swollen balls that hung limply between his legs and down below the gap in the chair. I felt a little lightheaded and got knots in my stomach.

“Don’t stare, Jake. It gets me hard.” That devilish grin was back on his face and I felt mine turn red again.

The pump had powered up by then. I reached for the cups and tried to place one over one of his thick nipples, but figured I should brush the hair out of the way first. “Oh, don’t worry about that – they grip just fine.” I put the cup on and it stuck, just like he said. I did the same thing with the other cup. The milk pumped freely right away and he let out a low moan in response.

“Nice job. Time for the tube, now. Do you know what to do?”

“I think so. Is there ultrasound gel in here? Or some kind of lubricant?”

He chuckled again. “Not necessary. I have a gland for that.” For some reason, that simple statement sent another wave of nerves through me and felt my cock stiffen a bit.

‘For Science!’ I thought.

I walked behind him to the large, flexible tube that looked suspiciously like a large dildo and extended the arm to position it under him. I had to squat and I was rewarded with view of that thick, veiny package dangling between his legs as well as his sculpted ass and thighs. The chair was designed so that his cheeks were spread wide enough for me to aim the tube right at his hole, which was already glistening with his own personal juices. The head slid in without much difficulty. Suddenly, the arm made a mechanical sound and began moving on its own so that the remaining foot and a half of the tube slid all the way into Ted’s ass.

I was instantly hard.

Another pumping sound began and I knew his injection had started. I got up and walked back to check the screen. Everything seemed to be working properly. I looked back at Ted and the scene made my dick pulse uncontrollably. This nude muscle god with his swollen, pregnant belly sat with his head reclined and his eyes closed while the milk pump and injection tube did their work. A thin sweat broke out over his body that accented all his muscles and curves under the bright lab lighting. A glistening pool of his own lube was accumulating on the floor beneath him. His fat cock had doubled in size and stood completely erect under his belly with a stream of precum oozing out.

I knew then and there that I’d made the right decision by volunteering at The Nest.

I stood there staring in disbelief and fighting the urge to touch myself while Ted moaned under the influence of the machinery. I suddenly realized that I should make myself useful instead of standing around.

I walked over and put my hand on his belly without thinking. His eyes opened but he looked tired and smiled weakly at me. I returned the grin.

“Everything okay?” I asked.

“Gr…Great, it’s great” he said.

“Can I help with anything?” I rubbed his gut to comfort him and my hand gradually moved its way lower.

“I think you know…” he said. His dick throbbed sharply. I took the cue and reached for it. My body was suddenly a big ball of nerves as I gripped Ted’s massive shaft and worked the precum into it. I’d been with a few guys by that point in my life but none of them had been nearly the size of his cock. My fingers couldn’t quite touch my thumb as I gripped it. My other hand massaged his inner thigh and then cupped his meaty balls. I jerked him off this way for a bit before realizing that the legs of the chair could also be moved.

Without another thought, I positioned himself escort göztepe between his beefy legs and took his head into my mouth with his big pregnant belly in my face. My tongue savored the salty taste of his thick precum. He arched his back and thrusted his dick towards me. It was so big that I couldn’t get even half of his shaft inside, and it was definitely too thick for my throat. I slurped on his dick while my hands busied themselves with his nuts and massaging his hairy perineum. I could feel him pulsating in time with the machine.

“Oh, Jake…” he moaned. “I’m already close.”

I flicked my tongue rapidly under his head while sucking and working my hand up and down his thick shaft. His spasms increased and my own cock throbbed like crazy under my clothes.

With a load groan, he shots ropes of thick cum into my mouth and I had to swallow to make room for more. It was delicious and coated my tongue like a thick cream. His spasms kept going and I had to swallow three more loads, but I felt like I could have drunk from his dick for hours.

He was spent. I stood up and admired his package, now limp but still huge, and rubbed his sexy belly while he recovered.

“Injection complete,” the automated voice spoke from the computer.

“Perfect timing. Help me get cleaned up.”

I took the cups off his nipples, which were now incredibly swollen from the suction, and wheeled the cart back to the corner. Next, I removed the injection tube from his ass and wiped the juice off of him before he stood up out of the chair. All the machinery and floors would get cleaned later by the maids, he explained. I thought that was kind of strange, but after what had just happened, I guess it wasn’t really that strange.

“Thank you, Jake. That was amazing.”

“My pleasure.” Without thinking, I moved in to kiss his handsome face and ran my hands over his body. He returned the sentiments.

Once he was cleaned up, we walked back through the mansion and up to his room. The treatment had taken it out of him and he was noticeably tired when we got there. I joined him in the shower (my crotch was soaked with precum) and helped him wash up before cleaning myself. We dried off and plopped down naked together onto the cool, plush mattress in his room.

“I think I ought to return the favor,” he offered. My dick had been rock solid ever since we made it back into his room and a fresh stream of precum was making its way out of the head. It wasn’t as big or long as his, but I was definitely above average and he complimented me before taking it into his mouth. He was an expert cocksucker and it didn’t take long after that whole experience downstairs. I moaned and thrusted uncontrollably as his throat muscles milked a huge load out of my dick.

We lay there naked together, he on his back and me nestled snugly against his teddy bear body with my head resting on his shoulder.

“I’m getting fired,” I said finally after moments of silence. The guilt of what had happened finally caught up to me. Ted laughed at me and pulled me in tight for a hug.

“No you’re not. None of the other helpers has ever been fired and this definitely isn’t the first time anything sexual has happened.”

“Does this happen all the time?” I asked confusedly.

“Not exactly…it depends, really. But it’s definitely not discouraged. We’re all guys, Jake. Guys have needs and they don’t go away just because we’re pregnant. In fact, sometimes that amplifies them.”

I mulled that over in my head and we were quiet again for a few minutes.

“Does this change things?” I asked, breaking the silence again.

“Jake, really. Don’t worry about it. I need a nap…you’re free to join me.” I didn’t know if I could sleep with all the questions flying through my head, and I told him so.

“Shhh…this will help.” He pulled me in close again and gently moved my head toward one of his nipples, which had gone back to their normal size but were still much more pronounced that a normal guy’s would be. I parted my lips and let the hardened nub rest on my tongue while I sucked almost involuntarily. His hairy chest on my face felt so comforting and the effect was almost instant – I was totally relaxed and only a little surprised to have more of his man milk pass into my mouth. It was sweet and creamy, and a little intoxicating.

My mind was quieted. I dozed off, naked with Ted and blissfully unaware of anything else.

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“I’m going to do what?” I shouted in disbelief. Normally I just kept my emotions in check when dealing with Nicole, but her statement sounded crazy even for the life I was forced to live.

“I said you are going to fuck the senior cheerleaders at my high school,” repeated Nicole as she filled me in on the days events.

Several weeks ago I stripped at Jessica’s 18th birthday party. The youngest senior on the cheer squad, Jessica and I were close to the same size and Nicole wanted me to get her junior year school and competitive cheer uniforms. Things got a little wild and I performed oral sex on each of the six girls twice. Word of the lesbian cheer ‘orgy’ spread quickly including how each girl thought I was better at oral then their respective boyfriends.

Their boyfriends were surprisingly not angry. Here was a group of boys who would resort to punches if another guy so much as looked at their girlfriend, yet were enthusiastic and encouraging. Boasting they were better at the real thing and their girlfriends could play with me, or any other girl, as much as they wanted. Several had even convinced their girlfriends to go with them to Sideshow to watch my pretend sister April strip.

It seemed Nicole got into a debate with the boys on how a lesbian with a strap-on would be better than a guy. While the boys agreed that a lesbian was better at oral they were experts with a dick and no silicone replica would compete. In the end the boyfriends agreed to let me fuck their girlfriends and have them vote who was best.

The fact that one girl was going to have sex with all six women just seemed like a positive. Their only condition was the size of the dildo. Nicole thought it would be kinky to use the one molded from Annette’s deceased husband’s penis. The spirit of his dick living on and claiming a group of cheerleaders was too much for her to resist. After describing the appendage the boys laughed stating it was smaller and inferior to theirs. Several even seemed to suggest that a larger one would be needed to make the competition fair.

“Guys can be so stupid when they think with their little heads,” laughed Nicole. “They believe just because they can get a hard-on they are the ultimate sex machine. It’s going to be so much fun to make their supposed big dicks curl up between their legs. If we can get the women comfortable having sex with a female and accept their new partner they can be seduced, and seduction leads to great sex.”

I wanted to argue how crazy this was. Before Nicole, I was a virgin. Now I have a girlfriend who is more my mistress than my partner, requiring me to have several causal relationships on the side and to seduce a number of other women. Yes, I had already performed oral sex on each of the cheerleaders but this was taking it a step too far. I would be intimate with each woman sharing a sexual experience. However, I knew Nicole and Susan would give me no choice. If Nicole wanted me to have sex with the cheerleaders I will have sex with the cheerleaders.

In preparation, we spent hours profiling each cheerleader, with Kathy, who harbored a crush on each of the girls, filling us in on their likes and dislikes and, to her enjoyment, playing there proxy. By the weekend Nicole had a game plan for each of the five targets. Even the order was carefully planned. Stephanie, the morning person in the group, would be first at 7:00 AM, followed by Veronica, Kathy, Jessica, Hannah and lastly Tamara. Each getting a two-hour slot and an hour in between for me to prepare for the next girl until 11:00 PM. After each encounter the girl would spend the rest of the day and night with one of the junior cheerleaders so there would be no discussions before the big vote.

As usual, Nicole controlled everything from the plan of attack to the clothes I would wear for each date. I just blindly obeyed, not realizing Nicole had somehow got me excused from going to school on Friday or that both my parents were away for the weekend. My dad with his new lover Professor Kalmer and my mom spending the weekend with April her/my pretend daughter/sister and mistress. I could hardly sleep that night and by Saturday morning all of Nicole’s preparations were complete and I nervously sat in my parents living room waiting for Stephanie to arrive.

______________

At 6:45 I spotted Stephanie, a little early just as Nicole had predicted. It also looked like Nicole guessed right on my clothing as she was dressed similarly in a pair of loose fitting yoga pants and a t-shirt. Even dressing down for our encounter her all American cheerleader looks shone through. With her hair pulled back in a ponytail, she was beautiful even without makeup. Images of her in her bikini from Jessica’s birthday party filled my mind. Her firm D-cup breasts and full ass replacing the concealed image approaching my house. The nervousness I felt in my stomach was coming to a boil.

“Relax,” I said to myself. “Nicole wants me to do this. I have to do this for my mistress. Just follow her bitlis escort orders.” With that I stood up to greet my newest lover.

“Good morning Stephanie,” I announced as I opened the door, “please come in.”

“Thank you,” replied Stephanie nervously as she entered my house.

The few moments we stood there quietly felt like an eternity. “Would you like a drink,” I asked breaking the silence. “I have mimosa’s.”

“Yes, please,” replied Stephanie.

Walking to the living room I picked up the two glasses Nicole had prepared and handed one to Stephanie. “Cheers,” I announced before we both took a drink and I felt the potency. Believing it is just my low tolerance to alcohol and the way Nicole makes drinks I’m oblivious to the fact that Nicole spiked them with liquid ecstasy to help set the mood.

“Thank you for coming,” I stated as we both sat on the couch. “I know the situation is a bit awkward.”

“Yes it is,” laughed Stephanie taking another drink of her mimosa. “I cannot believe my boyfriend actually talked me into having sex with a lesbian.”

“Well I hope I can make it a pleasurable experience,” I stated turning on the couch to face her. “I think you’re beautiful and am happy you agreed to come.”

“I bet you plan to say that to all the girls coming to your house today,” smiled Stephanie as she took another drink.

“No I mean it,” I responded, placing a hand on her leg. “You have a gorgeous face and your body is incredible.” But it was her breasts that really held my attention.

“Thank you,” responded Stephanie. “Most guys ignore my face and just talk about my body. Sometimes wish I had smaller breasts so boys wouldn’t be so focused on them. And lesbians as well,” added Stephanie as she turned to face me and catching me staring at her chest.

“I’m sorry,” I nervously replied blushing at being caught. “Its just mine are so small that I seem to be attracted to large breasts. They’re incredible” Using the seduction as an excuse to reach up and gently caress her chest.

The moment my hands touched her breasts Stephanie gasped and fell back against the arm of the couch. My palms pressed into her soft flesh, while my thumbs rubbed her nipples. My motions were firm but slow and her nipples hardened from my tease. Her head falling back as my hands continued to explore.

“MMM,” moaned Stephanie. “A girl hasn’t touched by breasts since my friends compared chests when we started puberty. You’re much better than my boyfriend. He thinks they’re like basketballs.

“I find breasts contribute more to a woman’s arousal then their pussy,” I purred as my hands become more familiar. Until a woman is truly ready for sex her erogenous zones need much more attention.”

Removing my hands I take her empty glass and I place it on the coffee table. With our eyes locked, I each for the bottom of her shirt. Going along with my intention Stephanie helped me pull it over her head. With a little smirk she works to straighten the cups of her bra as my eyes feast on their pleasing roundness. Emboldened, I start exploring her exposed flesh, sliding my hands over her waist and arms, the liquid ecstasy causing our skin to tingle. My hands returning to her breasts I press my palms into her soft mounds.

“You have magical hands,” breathed Stephanie as she pressed her body forward.

“Take it off,” I ordered as I dropped my hands to her hips.

Without saying a word, Stephanie reached behind her back and unclasped her bra, dropping it to the floor with her shirt. She now sat before me topless. Her two magnificent breasts before me. Leaning forward I lower my head to take one of her nipples into my mouth. Deep moans filled the room as my tongue worked over the hardened nub.

“Your hair tickles,” giggled Stephanie as she caressed the back of my head. Deep moans filling the room until her body tensed.

“Alice wait,” shouted Stephanie as she pushed me away from her chest.

At first, I thought I was moving too quickly. That the look of shame on her face was from what we were doing. Then I noticed the delicious taste in my mouth.

“I’m sorry they just do that when I’m aroused,” apologized Stephanie.

I realized that Stephanie was lactating and the taste was her milk. “Don’t be sorry,” I quickly replied reaching up to caress her cheek. “You’re a woman and that’s one of the special features of our bodies.”

“Well that special feature is not supposed to turn on every time I become aroused. Only my mom knows this happens to me. I don’t want everyone thinking I’m a cow,” whimpered Stephanie.

I could see the look of anguish on her face as she confessed to me. “I don’t see you as a cow,” I whispered. “I see you as a woman, a beautiful woman who can experience what many of us can only do after childbirth. I think it’s amazing.”

“You do,” asked Stephanie relaxing her arms, so I could pull them from her chest revealing the drops of liquid.

“Very much so,” I responded bolu escort as I returned my mouth to her nipple trying to draw as much of her milk as I could, enjoying the sweet taste. With her secret attribute revealed and accepted Stephanie reveled in this new form of arousal, her moans filling the room. After several minutes Stephanie pulled my face from her chest. A strong kiss followed as she drove her tongue into my mouth tasting the mixture of my saliva and her milk.

Breaking the kiss we both look into each others eyes as we breathed deeply. “Now where is this dick of yours?” Asked Stephanie.

Reaching my bedroom Stephanie pulled me in for another kiss. Caught off guard I grabbed her body for support. Regaining my balance my hands slide up and down her back before grabbing her neck and round full ass. Our mouths locked together Stephanie breathed sharply through her nose as our tongues danced together. Squeezing her ass tightly I pulled her towards me crushing her naked breasts between our bodies as she moaned into my mouth.

Needing air, we break the kiss and with our faces only inches apart I could see the desire in her eyes. Without a word Stephanie started to remove her pants and I began to remove my cloths. Naked, except for the latex harness, I turn my back to her as I retrieved Annette’s dildo and attached it to my groin. Stephanie’s eyes dropped to the penis now affixed to my body.

“It looks so real,” stated Stephanie as she caressed the silicone appendage.

“It feels real too,” I reply pushing her towards the bed.

Taking the hint Stephanie crawled up and got on her hands and knees. Her magnificent ass displayed before me. Knowing what I needed to do, I kneel behind the curvy cheerleader and rub my hands over her round bottom.

“You have a beautiful ass,” I purred. “So smooth. So perfect.” Grabbing my penis I rub the tip against her lips. Stephanie hissed and arched her back pushing her ass towards me and forcing the dildo into her channel. Holding her hips I thrust into her, pumping the dildo in and out.

“Oh fuck,” shouted Stephanie as she rocked back and forth in time with my thrusts. “That feels so good.”

While my breast play was slow and sensual I was aggressive in our love making as I impaled her on my appendage. Given Stephanie’s level of arousal it did not take long before she had a powerful orgasm. Her muscles squeezing my fake cock not wanting it to retreat as her body spasmed. Finally, she pulled herself away from my appendage and collapsed on my bed, her breath deep and fast. I spooned her from behind caressing her body as she recovered feeling her soft skin now coated is a sheen of sweat.

“That was incredible,” breathed Stephanie as she turned over to kiss me.

“I’m glad you enjoyed it,” I replied. “Just be sure to vote for me.”

______

“Is that the whip from your perfume ad?” squealed Veronica as she rushed to my night stand and bent over to put down her drink.

Watching her from behind my eyes focused on her denim shorts hugging her tight ass and the faint curves of her hips. Just as Nicole predicted Veronica was a little less guarded than Stephanie, pairing a white blouse, tied at the waist exposing some of her creamy white skin, with a pair of denim shorts. The perfect outfit for the petite cheerleader. Not overtly provocative yet sexy.

Confessing to her fellow cheerleaders how she enjoyed having her boyfriends spank her during sex Nicole guessed that Veronica would respond the same way with me and placed the whip where she would see it. Nicole’s plan was to use that desire to draw her in, to mold it into her own fetish for pain.

Turning around, she ran her fingers over the shaft causing my ass to tingle in anticipation. Ever since my weekend with Trish my body had been conditioned to associate pain with pleasure. A link Nicole had been more than happy to explore, broadening my fetish with my other conditioned traits enhancing there hold on my sexuality.

“Yes it is,” I replied as I took the instrument and smacked it against my thigh. The sting from the impact and snap of the whip sending a shiver through my body and causing Veronica to jump and giggle.

For my date with Veronica, Nicole had chosen an equestrian theme. Dressing me in a pair of black leggings and a blue figure hugging short sleeve shirt. With my hair in a bun Nicole wanted me to project the image of a rider ready to take control of her Philly.

“Do you like being whipped? I inquired in a sultry voice as I rubbed the tip against her thigh.

“I enjoy a good spanking,” confessed Veronica blushing but not attempting to move away from the whips caress.

“A whip is so much more that a spanking,” I whispered. “For a select few it heightens their awareness and under the right circumstances blends it with pleasure.”

Flicking my wrist you could hear the whip cutting through the air before impacting Veronica’s right breast. The sudden strike causing burdur escort Veronica to jump back and cover her boobs. Her eyes and mouth open wide surprised at my audacity. A look not of anger but of mischief.

“Hands down,” I ordered.

Biting her lip Veronica obeyed my command.

“Can you feel the arousal of the sting,” I continued as I bring the triangular leather keeper at the tip of the whip over her breasts. “Afraid of the impact yet anxious at the same time.”

With her eyes focused on the whip I could see the trepidation battling with curiosity as she holds still waiting for it to strike again. With another quick flick I make contact with her left breast. This time she does not move her hands but releases a sharp moan.

“You know it’s customary to show respect by kissing the whip,” I purred as I bring the tip to her lips.

Raising her hand she presses the keeper against her lips and gives it a tender kiss. Her eyes now focused on mine awaiting my next command.

“Take off your shirt,” I ordered sliding the crop down the row of buttons to the knot at the base.

Without saying a word Veronica nervously unbuttoned her shirt and pulled the knot free exposing her white bra. Her B cup breasts did not look out of proportion on her petite frame, the ideal balance of curves. Exactly the type of body you’d picture on the cute girl next door.

Using the whip I caressed the swell of her breasts. A sharp intake of breath revealing Veronica’s arousal. Pulling the whip back I struck the exposed skin above the cotton bra leaving a red mark. Her cry turning into a moan as the pain from my strike got processed as sexual pleasure.

My heart was beating like a drum and I hastily wrapped my free hand around the back of her neck pulling her in for a passionate kiss. A kiss she fully accepted. Breaking the kiss I spin her around and bend her over the bed, her buttocks rising up revealing her tight denim covered bottom to me once again. Her gasp turning into deep breathing as I groped her ass marveling at how perfect it felt.

With a high-pitched whistle and a slap the whip made contact with her ass cheek, causing Veronica to moan again. Bent over, Veronica buried her face into the bed stretching her arms above her head grasping the blanket. I deliver several more blows alternating between cheeks as her ass danced to the rhythm.

Veronica remained still as I removed my leggings and retrieved the dildo from the nightstand. Returning to my soon to be lover Veronica offered no resistance as I removed her shorts and panties. She really had a great ass, slender but shapely and her skin was flawless, except for the red marks from my blows. It swayed side to side a little as she tried to contain her arousal.

Taking the whip I slide the long shaft between her legs and up against her crotch. Another moan escaped her mouth as I slid its long shaft against her wet vagina. Sawing it back and forth causing her hips to move with the rhythm as if riding a horse.

“You’re so horny, aren’t you,” I inquired.

“Yes,” hissed Veronica in reply.

“You’re desperate for my fake dick aren’t you,” I growled as I pushed the tip of the dildo into her ass.

“Yes,” moaned Veronica.

“Then beg for it! Beg to be fucked by another woman,” I demanded and I struck her ass with the whip.

“Please fuck me,” screamed Veronica.

Positioning the tip of the dildo at her entrance I slowly pushed its length into her wet slit filling her canal. Grabbing her hips I drove my artificial manhood in and out in long slow strokes. As Veronica became accustomed to our love making I quickened the pace hammering my pelvis against her ass with each thrust. Just as she is about to cum I moved my thumbs from her lower back over her ass cheeks and pried them apart. Pulling the dildo free I positioned the tip against her rose bud and drove forward impaling her ass.

Her body tensed from the unexpected intrusion, and she attempted to lift her head and turn towards my but my appendage kept her lower body in position.

“Your in my ass,” squealed Veronica as she was held in position.

“Has anyone ever taken your ass,” I growled as I begin to slide the dildo in and out.

“AHH, no,” panted Veronica as her body started to get accustomed to the new sensation. “It feels weird, so full and so empty at the same time.”

I knew that feeling all too well. After becoming aroused, anal sex maintained that arousal level but couldn’t bring you over the edge without a little extra stimulation.

“So your anal virginity is now mine?” I stated as I continued to pump her ass.

“Yeses,” hissed Veronica, “It’s just I need more.”

Veronica started to move her hand between her legs. Knowing what she was about to do I smack it with the whip causing it to retreat above her head once more.

“If you want an orgasm you have to beg me for it,” I stated slapping her hip with the whip.

“AHH, please let me cum,” cried Veronica as she arched her back trying to increase the pressure from the dildo.

Sliding my hand from her waist I reached under and pinch her clit. With a loud shriek she came and almost lost consciousness as her whole jumped and collapsed.

“That was incredible,” breathed Veronica.

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Ann and I were on our way to the annual CVLS fundraising cocktail party and dinner at the Waldorf Astoria Chicago Hotel, situated on beautiful Lake Michigan, in the Sinclair Ballroom. Walking down the downtown streets dressed to kill in a Givenchy black dress with slinky black heels on my cute little feet, Ann was dressed in a red Valentino dress with red pumps.

We arrived at the Sinclair Ballroom the ballroom is located on the east end of the fifth floor artful and graceful, silk covered walls, coffered ceilings, with chandeliers and gold coast views from the outdoor terrace. Entering the giant ballroom packed with guest We took a glasses of champagne from a passing waiter this was a crowd of the rich and elite some of who I knew has they were clients of my law firm. We mingled making small talk, I emphasized my volunteer kırşehir escort work at CVLS, giving back to the city/community I love. I was on my third glass of champagne, flirting with some tech billionaire, hoping he write a big check.

When they flickered the lights, to signal, for everyone to take their seats for dinner. I quickly found my table, taking my seat, I felt like Cinderella. Dinner was exquisite, the conversation was fascinating, the group of eight at our table included, some of the most influential people in Chicago.

Ann my beautiful wife was charming everyone as always she has a special way of making people feel comfortable and at ease. Sitting to my left I watched Ann, amazed, at her charm, wit, the perfect wife. The lady seated to my left, a widow, who had no escort, beautiful, refined, elegant, in her forties.

Elizabeth explained her husband who founded a company, which was sold for millions, after he had died of a heart attack unexpectedly. I talked to her while Ann charmed the rest of the table, she had sad eyes, I could feel her pain and loss as she spoke.

Instinctively I put my hand on her thigh tenderly as she spoke to me. As my attention turned back to the rest of the table, I felt her hand holding mine under the table, soft, delicate, she stroke lightly with her thumb.

After dinner there were malatya escort speeches and remarks, Elizabeth still held my hand tenderly, I felt her foot/toes lightly touching my calf. I was lost in the moment, her blatant flirting was stirring feelings inside me, Ann holding my other hand oblivious to what was going on under the table.

As the speeches were ending and people started moving, mingling, again, Elizbeth slipped me a card key to a room which I quickly tucked in my Christian Louboutin evening bag.

Ann and I moved around the room as people started to leave.

“Elizbeth wants to talk to me in her room about a donation,” I said innocently.

“Do you want me to wait?” Ann asked.

“No sweetie, I’ll get you a uber home, hopefully I will not be long,” I said with a loving smile,

Walking her out, putting her in the uber, kissing her sweetly, waving as she drove away. I walked back in to Elizabeth’s hotel room letting myself in. I unzipped my evening gown letting it fall to the floor, unclipping my bra freeing my breast, I removed my heels. Climbing into the king size bed to wait for Elizabeth.

She came in the room smiling at my nakedness I watched her strip slowly building my desire. My eyes roamed her beautiful breast over her flat/fit stomach to a generous bush. Elizabeth climbed in the king size bed next to me niğde escort nibbling my neck.

Kissing fervently, tongues dancing, she stroked my long red hair. A sense of lust filling the room, a lonely woman longing for companionship, her hand pinching my delicate nipples.

Legs intertwined, pussy grinding together, her soft sighs an moans. I kissed my way down Elizabeth’s body, she wiggled in pleasure, through her soft bush. My long tongue flicking her clit, licking at her growing wetness, pushing my tongue deep inside her sweet pussy.

Her legs raised and bent, sweet little toes in the air, wiggling and moaning, Elizabeth seemed to like my work. Curling my long tongue inside her wet cunt, feeling her grab my head, sounds of her coming orgasm filling my ears.

Holding there till her shaking stopped, snuggling with Elizabeth tenderly, I hoped I had eased the widows pain. We caressed each other, her fingers entering my hungry wet pussy, bringing her wet fingers to my clit.

My fingers flowed over body, pinching her nipples playfully, squeezing her butt softly. Rubbing her from behind from her wet pussy to her tight asshole poking fingers in both. A sexual, erotic, dance to the music of our moans.

We made love to each other ending with shattering mutual orgasms. Shaking, squealing in delight, like teenagers exploring. She confided this was her first time with a woman which made me feel so special.

As I dressed, she was writing her donation check, kissing and embracing me at the door. Riding home holding a million dollar check/donation in my hand I knew Ann would be so proud of me when I got home.

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You know those people who are just not very good friends with deodorant? You run into them once in a while, maybe in a crowd, or on public transport – bonus points if it’s on a hot day. Most people react to that by being disgusted, and honestly, I get that. Never have I thought that the smell of a sweaty man can be anything else but off-putting. That is until I ran into somebody who changed everything about that.

A year ago, when I was eighteen years old, two of my friends and I started a small tech company in our hometown. We had this idea in high school that we always wanted to explore and I never thought we would ever actually go through with it, but we did! Right after our graduation, we pulled up all the money we had saved and invested it all into this project. It was our baby. We were working on it hard, day and night. I can’t stress how much time and energy we invested in this thing, so naturally, we were expecting to collect the fruits of our effort soon!

Sadly, you can probably guess how it goes for most companies like that. Great enthusiasm at the beginning, but then the reality hits you hard. With the few resources we had access to, we had trouble generating any kind of profit. A couple of customers were interested in our product, but it just wasn’t enough to keep us above water, so we ended pouring more and more of our money into it.

A couple of months later, one of my friends dropped out of the whole thing and decided to get a regular job instead. The other one didn’t say anything, but I could tell he was starting to have second thoughts too. I started becoming nervous. I didn’t want this project to go south, especially since – in my eyes – we had barely even started.

The solution was obvious. Find an investor, so we could pour more money into marketing and get off the ground.

Finding somebody willing to invest in a small company like ours that only generates a few hundred dollars every month at best and which is also run by a pair of teenagers was not easy. I sent out emails, asked around, tried as hard as possible to find a good contact, but I was unsuccessful. Until one fateful day.

I didn’t know this guy very much, but the friend of his friend told me he would put a good word in a company that he was in contact with somehow. I didn’t know much about the company back then but I was grateful that he would do that for us. Then I kind of forgot about it and started looking elsewhere, because I didn’t want to get my hopes up… until I received an email.

It was them! The company! They said in the email that they saw our website, that they were impressed with our product, and that they wanted to meet with me, personally, to discuss our future! I can’t express how excited I felt after seeing that email. At first, I thought it was just a prank, but the more I looked into the company online, the more I was convinced that this was a real chance for us!

The company specialized in making perfumes and colognes. That kind of threw me off later when I calmed down from the excitement and started thinking about it. Our product was very tech-oriented, and I didn’t see a lot of overlap between our fields. Why would they want to invest in us? However we were too desperate to question anything – my friend and business partner told me that he was thinking of dropping out as well and I knew I had to take action.

Over the next couple of days, I was in contact with various people from this company. The cooperation they had in mind was a large investment in our company in exchange for advertisement services and some shares. Specifically, they asked for fifteen percent. Even though I was very grateful for this opportunity, it was important for me to have our company as independent as possible, so I started negotiating that. I was pretty sure I could make them go down to ten percent. They seemed to be happy with the phone calls and finally, they told me that the CEO of the company wants to meet me personally to officially discuss and sign the deal.

That was the day when everything happened – and here is where I finally get back to my initial topic.

It was almost a hundred degrees outside and I was suffering in my tight suit while on the way to the basketball court. The CEO, Jim Wolf, was apparently really into baseball in his free time and wanted to meet me right after his game was over. He asked me to meet me at the court – I guess he was a very busy man who could only squeeze so many meetings into his already tight schedule. I took the bus there and walked up to the court, which seemed to be in the middle of nowhere. Not a lot of people were at the bleachers, just a handful of onlookers looking at something that seemed like a casual game of baseball between a couple of friends. I didn’t know which one of them was Jim, but the players noticed me soon enough – I was sticking out like a sore thumb with the suit I was wearing in that weather – and one of them quickly ran up to me.

He was a tall man with a very athletic build. Not escort kartal overly buff, but with really nicely toned muscles that only regular workout and lots of running around could give you. He must have been in his late forties and didn’t look like a CEO of anything, as much as a friendly uncle. Sharp blue eyes and a semi-kept beard that was a mixture of blonde and ginger. He was wearing a fitting baseball uniform, red and white stripes, complete with the cap and the tall socks. The hairy forearms and the patch of pubic hair coming out of his collar was a hint to me that Jim Wolf was very hairy and he wasn’t about to let a blade of a razor change anything about that.

When he approached me, he was drenched in sweat and wearing a smile on his face.

“You must be Andy,” he said when he saw me and immediately stuck out his hand to greet me, “Pleasure to meet you. The name is Jim Wolf, but feel free to just call me Jim.”

His friendly attitude was a pleasant surprise – I thought I would have to deal with some kind of cold-blooded corporate shark, but this guy seemed nice enough. Another thing that I noticed about him was his musk, that hit me from a mile away. That kind of honest, sweaty smell you could only get if you were a man running around all day in this weather. That was nothing surprising though and I didn’t want to be rude, so I pretended I didn’t notice anything.

“Yeah, that’s me… Um… It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Wo… I mean, Jim. I hope I’m not too early?”

“Oh, no worries,” he replied, waving his hand, “The boys and I were just wrapping this up. Tell you what – my driver just pulled up in my car in front of the other entrance. He’s going to drive us to my office to discuss our deal. Would you mind waiting for me in my car? I will only take a minute.”

Of course, I had no issue with that. I nodded and assured him that I will be waiting for him there and told him to take as much time as he needed. Then he ran back to the court while I walked off to the entrance.

I knew that a CEO would drive something fancy, but I wasn’t expecting a full-blown limousine to be waiting for us in front of the basketball court! A huge, black, shiny beautiful limo was just there, waiting for us, contrasting the empty field behind it. It looked so out of place! I felt intimidated the minute I saw it, but then I put it together and walked up to it. Before I could even knock on the window, one of the doors in the back opened for me itself.

“Good afternoon,” the driver said to me in a cheerful, professional tone, “Please take a seat and make yourself comfortable. Mr. Wolf will be here in a minute.”

I greeted the driver and took a seat at the left, leaving some space for Jim for when he gets back. The leather seats were very comfortable and the whole car was nice and cozy. The interior of it matched the shiny front. It was luxurious – not in a kitsch way, but you could just tell that everything was top quality. The driver was sitting in the front with the window pulled down. He didn’t look like he had anything else to say to me and just kept a professional smile. Fair enough.

I was expecting that it would take a while before Jim showed up – I assumed that even if he finished up the game already and said goodbye to his friends quickly, it would take him a while to shower and change into some fresh clothes. It was searing hot outside, after all. Imagine my surprise when the door opened and I saw Jim there in the exact same state as when I met him!

He was still drenched in sweat and was about to sit on these expensive seats in his dirty, sweaty baseball uniform! I tried to hide my shock out of fear of seeming rude and handwave it away, thinking that it was probably normal for rich people to do weird things like that. I didn’t understand how he could be comfortable though!

“Ah, what a good game…” he said to himself while fetching a towel that was waiting for him at the seat to – at least – wipe his face. It didn’t help much with the overall sweating obviously, but he still got in and closed the door behind him. He shot me a smile before turning to the driver.

“The office, Reggie. And would you please turn the AC off? It’s hot outside and I would hate to catch a cold.”

“Right away, sir,” Reggie complied, to my horror. No AC? It didn’t seem like he was about to open the windows either – the three of us were going to hotbox in this car with Jim still wearing his dirty clothes from the baseball game! I gulped and hoped the ride wouldn’t last too long, but the robotic voice of the GPS navigation booting up confirmed my worst fears.

“Your journey has started. Please, drive forward and merge into the highway. Your destination is one hour and twenty minutes away.”

“It’s a bit of a drive,” Jim turned to me when the car started moving, “But I still like to come here often. I have fond memories of this baseball court. I was about your age when we started playing bayan escort here with my friends. Do you play baseball, Andy?”

“Um… no,” I said, somehow finding myself more nervous than before, “But I did play soccer – a little bit, in high school.”

He chuckled loudly at that.

“Ha! That’s funny, I remember we were in some serious competition with the soccer team at my high school. Not going to lie, we bullied them a little. We used to call them ‘cocksuckers’,” he said, while he leaned in to slap my thigh, “Yeah, I know, not proud of it… It was all in good fun though.”

I thought at that moment that I expected a lot of things from meeting Jim Wolf, except for this super friendly attitude. It was throwing me off a little. Was this laid back approach his way of somehow fooling me into a false sense of security to negotiate? Or was he just a friendly guy, making it so far in his field because of his charisma?

More importantly, his musk was starting to slowly get to me, even more so now when he leaned closer to me. The longer we were in the car, the harder it was for me to ignore it. He didn’t seem to be wearing any deodorant at all. Wasn’t that weird for a guy in charge of a perfume company?

“Well, enough chit-chat,” he said, “I know you didn’t come here to talk about high school. Let’s get down to business. To open up, I must say that I find your business very impressive. I looked into your project and your team’s achievements so far and I was very intrigued by the idea of cooperating with you.”

“That’s… very flattering, Jim,” I responded, with a smile, “We put a lot of hard work into our company. Thank you.”

“You remind me of myself, back in the day,” he said, “I was just like you. Young, ambitious, full of spunk. I wasn’t as young as you when I started my company, but still pretty young. Having to climb my way up through the competition taught me a lot. Not only about being ambitious and going after what I wanted. It helped me learn lots of different qualities too. Like… humility.”

“Right,” I nodded, only getting about half of what he was saying. I was so distracted by his smell. It stopped being annoying about a minute ago and now started becoming something else. Like… it demanded my attention somehow.

“That’s why I would like to help you out. And to cooperate with you, closely and personally. A young man like you has a future, and people like you are always the best investments.”

He was very friendly. Too friendly, maybe? Was he buttering me up? Was the mix of his nice attitude and the fact that he didn’t take a shower on purpose some kind of an alpha move? Like, maybe he wanted me to be uncomfortable. But the look in his eyes… he seemed like he was genuinely interested in me as a person. What was going on?!

“Of course,” he said, “I’m still a businessman. I have to look after my needs too. Let me just get a little comfortable here…”

I looked down and couldn’t believe what I was seeing – his feet were kicking off the sneakers. He was about to go barefoot in this car! The shoes flew on the other side of the limo and I was staring at his feet, wrapped tightly in his high, red socks, with dark, wet patches of potent sweat. Needless to say, the air was much more intense right now, the smell of sweat mixing with the distinct aroma of feet that were running all day trapped in very non-breathing sneakers.

Very slowly, as if he was doing it to tease me, his soles started pulling down the socks on both the opposite feet, revealing his hairy knuckles and insteps. I also noticed that his feet were very large, even for a man his size. The smell doubled once the socks hit the floor.

“Aaah,” Jim Wolf groaned as he stretched his legs and toes for a while before crossing his legs, hanging his left foot to dangle over to my side, “Now where were we?”

I mean, how rude was this guy?! This was clearly intentional and he was definitely going somewhere with this! Only… I wasn’t sure where that was. If it was to make me feel uncomfortable, it worked only partially. The smell got deep into my nostrils and while I was disgusted at the very beginning of this, not it just seemed… I don’t know. I just knew that I wasn’t able to take my eyes off Jim and the smell was the only thing I could focus on.

It was weirdly invigorating, like if you could somehow inhale coffee. It felt like Jim Wolf’s essence was entering my bloodstream somehow, like he was inside me. Up until now, I was trying to hold my breath so I wouldn’t have to smell it, but now I was breathing harder than normal. My blood was pumping, I could feel my heart beating and my thinking becoming more and more clouded. At one very weird moment, I even felt a small twitch in my dick.

“The exclusive advertising rights, as well as a 15% share of your company,” Jim Wolf continued, seemingly oblivious to me being very overwhelmed at that time, “In exchange for a complex partnership. I’m not just talking about escort maltepe a one-off sum of money. I’m talking about more regular investments, as well as a close partnership and a personal mentorship, from me to you. I’m not interested in just a transaction, Andy, I’m interested in close cooperation between us two.”

He was maintaining eye contact the whole time he was talking, and his tone was still friendly, but very confident and direct. After he said all that, he smirked.

“But I do need you to be okay with the deal as it is, Andy. Nothing in life is free, right?”

Ugh… I knew this negotiation was going to come and was preparing for it at home for hours, why couldn’t the words just come into my mind?! That fucking smell…

“Jim,” I began, my voice shaky, “I can tell you right now that the advertisement is no issue. I’m even prepared to go further than the original deal and I’m more than happy just advertising for you. However, the shares…”

“I understand,” he interrupted me, “You are a small, new company. You have big dreams. The last thing you want is to have a big corporation meddling with everything at every other board meeting. I can assure you we’re reasonable, we’ve been doing this for a while and we’re confident with letting you make your decisions yourselves. But we also require trust. Are you able to provide us, to provide ME, with that trust, Andy?”

He was good at talking. Or… I don’t know, he was probably good with talking but he was even better with…

I was trying so hard not to pant. My suit started feeling very stuffy and the air was so… heavy…

Instead of answering directly, I started taking off my suit jacket – something I should have done when I got into the damn car. This heat needed to be dealt with. Needless to say, it didn’t help much.

“Sorry, I just… it’s a little stuffy in here,” I said, sheepishly, in hopes that me speaking out would be enough of an encouragement for Jim – or the driver – to at least open the window. No success.

“By all means, Andy,” Jim responded with a wide smile while putting his arm over my seat, exposing his armpit to me. With the way the sleeve was rolled up, the bushy armpit hair was partially out and the whole area was wet with sweat. My lips became weirdly dry watching that.

“Can I have a question, Mr… I mean, Jim?”

“Of course, Andy, ask away.”

“Why us?” I turned to face him again, “I mean, we’re a tech company. We don’t really sell anything that goes with perfumes or… anything like that. Our target group is very different from yours. I don’t want to discourage you from the cooperation of course, but I need to ask… why?”

He smirked at me, showing his perfect teeth and leaned a couple of inches closer. His musk started to give me a… tingling sensation. Like something was crawling under my skin, teasing and stimulating me from the inside. And that something was slowly making its way to my dick.

“No offense, Andy, but I think you are a little misguided. Our business is relevant to everybody – including your customer and you personally. Smells and aromas control our everyday life more than you might think. We judge and form opinions on people sometimes just on the basis of. Especially at the first impression.”

I was visibly breathing at that point. The air was heavy, physically, but the atmosphere felt even heavier. Jim’s tone was changing. He was still friendly and still smiling. But there was something new to his voice. Or… maybe not new, but much more intense now.

“We like to pretend we’re better than that but at our most basic level, we’re just animals,” he almost whispered, “And smell affects us all. Pheromones. Me, you… it can make us feel content, agitated, or even… heh. Let’s just say it has power. But I think you are starting to understand that.”

My whole body was shaking. I wanted nothing more than…

“I think this negotiation is over,” he said, “Thank you for being so reasonable, Andy. You won’t regret us closing this deal.”

“Mr. Wolf…” I said, remembering we were on a first-name basis, but feeling like this salutation was way more fitting now.

He didn’t correct me. He just lifted his left arm even more, opening up his armpit to me completely.

“Go for it. You know you want to.”

That was the order that tipped me over. My dignity stepped aside to make room for something much, much more powerful. I didn’t care that the driver was there, most likely watching us through the driving mirror. I leaned in to take in that powerful source of the thing that was driving me insane since we drove off.

My face landed right in his sweaty, manly armpit and my nose inhaled a large dose of that masculine goodness. I breathed in and let the stink creep up my nostrils only to have fireworks set off in my brain. I whimpered, loudly, definitely loudly enough for the driver to hear. That information got lost somewhere in my brain, in the sea of hormones.

“Let me help you out, kid,” he said, while he rolled up the sleeve even more with his free hand, providing me complete access to his naked, sweaty skin. His unshaved armpit was so ripe and so fucking good – I couldn’t help but show my gratitude for letting me have this. I buried my nose deep into it and just stayed there.

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[Disclaimer: None of the names mentioned herein are those of real people. The events described are fictionalized experiences and extrapolated fantasies from my college days. Additionally, I do not in any way intend to imply that the scenarios described are typical of what occurs at a women’s college. They are simply typical of me.]

*

During my last two years at college, my favorite sports to participate in were fencing and wenching. The former is quite rare, and the latter even more so, for a woman. But I was at a women’s college, and at such establishments, women are encouraged to believe that anything is within their grasp. In my case, it was fencing foils and girls. Fencing because it was like a fast game of chess, and girls, because they were soft and warm and smelled good. One day, not long after my first night with Pilar, those two sports came together very well.

Once a week I stayed late after practice and worked with my instructor on fencing left-handed. I was an adequate fencer right-handed, and only marginally better left-handed, which is my natural hand. But there are few lefty collegiate fencers, and so I was useful in competition mainly because most people found it unnerving to cross foils with someone facing the same direction, rather than mirror-opposite. And facing me could be rather discouraging, especially since one never knew which hand I would fence with. But being left-handed worked against me, as well: I had only faced one other lefty, and lost, and so my instuctor and I worked once a week on improving both our skills as left-vs-left fencers.

Usually, by the time we paired off, my thighs were trembling from two hours of lunging and I was dripping sweat under my mask and padding. This day it was particularly warm in the gym and about 30 minutes into our extended practice I bowed, excused myself, and headed for the locker room. As expected, it was deserted. I immediately stripped down, turning my padded coat inside-out to air it, and draped it on the edge of the locker door. The air was warm and humid from the showers, and I could feel the sweat trickling down my back and between my breasts. Anxious to clean off and cool down, I grabbed my towel and the tubes of shampoo, conditioner, and body gel and stepped into the shower room.

It was very warm and steamy in there, as a few shower heads had been left running at the far end of the room. I found it extremely wasteful and that made me cross. I had walked toward the one closest to me and reached out to turn it off when I heard a long, low moaning. My heart leapt in my chest and my eyes stared into the steam, seeking the source of the sound. I couldn’t see anything, so I stepped into the stream of water. It was almost too hot as it pummelled my right breast and shoulder, sheeting over my torso and down my legs. My straining eyes made out two figures, one of which was pressed against the wall. Unthinkingly, I stepped forward, concerned that someone was injured or being assaulted, and another moan rolled over me, followed by an obviously pleasured gasp.

‘Ahhh,’ I thought to myself, ‘Good for them.’

I turned toward the shower fixture, my fingers fumbling to stop the wasteful flow of water. I made certain that my presence was known as I moved to the farthest showerhead and commenced bathing. I would have left, giving them privacy, but seeing as I was already wet, I decided I might as well finish cleaning up. I squeezed some body gel into my hands and started soaping myself, paying close attention to the places where sweat tended to collect on me: under my arms, beneath my breasts, between my buttocks. My hands flowed over my skin, accompanied by the erotic, symphonic sounds of the two women. I was feeling flushed and warm. My mouth was watering and my nipples were hard. I turned down the water tempurature and slipped my hand between my legs, clearing away the slippery signs of my own arousal, and giving my clit a few good flicks at the same time. I wondered if Pilar would be waiting for me in my room that afternoon, as she was sometimes at loose ends on Thursdays.

I went to work on my hair, pulling the elastic band off and unplaiting it. Elbow-length it was, and when I fenced I wore it in a neat braid, but during practice the fencing mask always made me sweat profusely, so I had to wash my hair. One of the tricks of keeping long hair healthy despite almost daily washing is frequent conditioning. After I wet it I worked conditioner into the bottom half, then soaped up my scalp, giving it a nice massage that made me tingle.

I rinsed the soap and conditioner out of my hair and as I turned around, my eyes swept the corner where the women were. The steam had thinned enough that I recognized them: a tall, leggy redhead named Erin and a smaller, voluptous latina named Sophia, a couple known by some on campus as Erinna and Sappho. It was Erin who was pressed against the tiled wall, and her expression riveted me. She looked angelic, transcendant. Her pale skin glowed, suffused with a rosy blush. Her neck was bayburt escort arched, her eyes closed, and her mouth, one of those enviable rose-bud mouths, was open, just begging to be kissed. Sophia’s darker skin created a lovely contrast. Her body was wet and glistening, back muscles shifting, her body rocking with her efforts to please Erin. Her back was to me, her luscious ass pointed my way as she leaned forward to tease Erin’s breasts with her mouth. I could see her vulva there between her legs, dark and mysterious with its occasional flash of pink, winking teasingly at me.

Sounds came from Erin’s open mouth, ecstatic, glorious sounds, and at one point her eyes opened wide. Her eyes met mine and she smiled. I thought it a rather inviting smile, but I figured I was mistaken. I continued my turn into the spray of the shower when I saw her hand lift from her lover’s shoulder and signal to me, ‘Come here.’

A man would not have hesitated, I know. Certainly, Drew hadn’t the few times Pilar or I had given him the come-hither gesture with a crooked finger, inviting him to step over the line from spectator to participant. But I had heard through the grapevine how possessive Sophia was of Erin, and I had no desire whatsoever to provoke one of Sophia’s legendary jealous rages. So I raised my eyebrows and pointed at Sophia, my expression doubtful. Erin grinned and leaned forward. I saw her take her lover’s earlobe into her mouth, then whisper something. Sophia looked over her shoulder at me. It was an intense glance, her large black eyes studying me, running over my body, noting the hand cupping my breast. I felt a blush run up under my skin, staining my neck and cheeks with colour and heat. I could almost hear her thinking, ‘Dilettante,’ which was one of the terms we used to describe women who liked to play with other women, but were enthusiastically and unapologetically hetero. In otherwords, she understood that I was no threat. In fact, I realized, recognizing that predatory gaze, she probably considered me ‘fresh meat.’

She nodded to me and cocked her head in invitation. No further thought needed. I reached out a hand and turned off the shower, then walked slowly toward them. Sophia had already turned back to Erin, her full mouth pressed against the redhead’s pale neck. I slipped up behind her, fully under the running water. It sluiced down over my breasts and belly as I pressed the bare skin of my mound against her ass, running my hands up her sides and back down again, pressing my palms into the tops of her thighs. Luscious. I squeezed. God, she was rounded and firm, with just the right give under the skin, like a piece of perfectly ripe fruit. My mouth watered. Without thinking, I sank my teeth into Sophia’s shoulder, flicking my tongue across the wet skin. She moaned and leaned back against me for a moment, then focussed again on Erin. She slipped an arm around the other woman’s neck and kissed her deeply. Erin’s lashes were dark against her pale cheeks as she kissed Sophia back, and then a moan erupted from her as Sophia’s hand began moving faster between her thighs.

It was amazing to be so close to two women making love, to see and hear and feel the way their bodies expressed their need for each other. As sure as Sophia’s fingers were inside Erin, I wanted mine inside Sophia. I wanted to feel that tight, taut slipperiness, I wanted to know how hot it made her, pleasuring Erin. My arm around her, I slid my hand forward, up between her thighs, brushing my fingers along the bushy cleft, teasing her lips apart. I pressed two fingers between her lips and found the wetness I anticipated. Deeper, downward, my fingers teasing the opening there. Up, up, almost to her clit, and down again, my fingers sliding a little further, hinting at entering her, but stopping short. She thrust herself against me and moaned, but I slid my hand up again, this time seeking her clit.

I found it, a fleshy nub, well-hooded, a lot like mine, but smaller. I felt momentarily disappointed. My recent intimate introduction to other women’s anatomy had me marvelling at the seemingly infinite variety, and yet, feeling a bit out of place. Pilar had exclaimed over the size of my clit inbetween sucking it and scraping it between her teeth: “My god, its bigger than a nipple!” Melody and Serena had been quite envious, “I bet no one has ever had a hard time finding your clit.” Word had gotten around and as I was beginning to feel a bit self-conscious; I kept hoping to come across another woman similarly endowed. As for Sophia, well, my fingers found her sizable clit unerringly, and I rolled it between them, making her hips buck. I rubbed my pussy against her ass as she danced in the water with me, my head tilted back, my legs spread shoulder-width apart, my eyes closed to better enjoy the sensations pulsing along my nerve-endings.

At some point the sounds coming from Erin compelled me to look at her. She was slumped against the tile wall, her hips bouncing against Sophia’s hand. She had one of bilecik escort her long, slender hands wrapped around the other woman’s dark hair, and was sucking on her neck just below her ear. Her eyes met mine and she reached her hand out, pulling me forward for a kiss.

Warm water ran over our heads as our lips met, plastering our hair in our faces. Our tongues touched, and then she came in my mouth. There is no other way to describe it. Breath exploded from her and filled my lungs. She sucked my tongue and my breath from me and whimpered and moaned, her body frozen in mid-sway. Sophia’s torso rocked as she pumped her fingers into Erin, her hips flaring against my groin, making my fingers slip and slide along her clit.

When her orgasm ended, Erin wrapped her arms around Sophia’s neck and kissed her. I’d never seen two people kiss like that, never experienced it just inches away. It was beautiful and primal, radiating pleaure and gratitude and love and lust. Sophia’s pussy clenched around my fingers as Erin kissed her, and I slipped them out, feeling like an invader. But Sophia whimpered as I pulled my fingers out of her, and breaking her kiss with Erin, said “Don’t stop.”

Erin leaned back against the wall and pulled the latina to her. She smiled at me and resumed kissing Sophia. I took a step forward and ran my hand down over Sophia’s ass. My fingers entered her from behind, pushing through that pouty, fleshy vulva into intense, slick warmth. The steamy air smelled of soap and sex. Hot water pounded my back, flowing between the cheeks of my ass as I leaned forward a bit to sink my fingers deeper into her. I rested my forehead against her shoulder and closed my eyes, revelling in the feeling of her around my fingers. Such an amazing feeling, being inside a woman.

Slowly, I began moving my fingers in and out of her. She gasped and jolted, her muscles clenching around me, and then I realized that Erin was playing with her clit at the same time as I was fucking her with my fingers. It was such a rush. It sent this frisson of excitement through me, the knowledge that we were pleasuring her together, driving her to moan and writhe as we manipulated her, our hands just inches apart. Erin took a step away from the wall and Sophia jammed her feet against it, wrapping her arms against Erin’s neck and leaning back against me for support. I wrapped an arm around her ribs and Erin slipped her hand between mine and Sophia’s bodies, cupping her ass. Together, we held her up, supporting Sophia as she went limp between us, surrendering to what must have been an intensely pleasurable experience. She panted and thrashed as we stepped up the pace, my fingers sliding faster and pushing deeper, Erin’s fingers dancing on her clit.

I buried my face in Sophia’s hair, soft and dark and smelling of herbs. I kissed the back of her neck, letting my lips trail across her skin. She shivered, and I could feel her flesh pebble under my tongue as I nibbled and sucked. After a few minutes, a series of urgent cries erupted from her, deep and throaty, and I felt her tightening up on my fingers. Yes. Close, so close. I leaned down a little further and the extra leverage allowed me to slide both of my fingers in and out of her fully. She was so wet that I could feel her juices collecting between my fingers and in the palm of my hand, slick and slightly viscous, and oh so hot. On the upstroke I added a third finger, pressing upwards forcefully, and she went rigid, gasping and making “oh oh oh” sounds as her hips snapped to meet my driving fingers.

Erin murmured to her, pressing her rosebud mouth to Sophia’s face in little kisses. “Come for me, sweetie,” she urged in a breathy baby-girl voice. “Come on Kay’s fingers, drench them with your juices so I can suck them clean…”

I felt surprised that Erin knew my name. How interesting. I wondered how I’d ended up on her radar seeing as I tended to keep such a low profile, and we had few, if any, friends in common. I was also surprised by the dirty-talk. It was so intimate, so intimate a subject, that I was surprised that she would say such things in my presence. But then, I was sliding my fingers in and out of her girlfriend’s pussy, my mouth pressed to the back of her neck. Hard to get more intimate than that.

I slipped my other hand up Sophia’s ribcage to her left breast. I cupped it in my hand and rolled the dark nipple between thumb and forefinger. Sophia gasped and bucked. Erin slid her hand up Sophia’s back, her fingers brushing my skin. Then with a swift, sweeping movement not unlike that of an extravagant guitarist, she raked her fingernails down the woman’s back, shoulder to ass. Sophia sucked in her breath and arched. She cried out, and it was a sound of pain and release. She bounced in my arms, sliding onto her knees, bringing me and Erin down with her. I kept my fingers inside her, nice and deep, and made short deep pushes as the orgasm rocked her. I could feel her hot, wet pussy clenching on my fingers, and it felt like she bingöl escort was pushing and sucking at them at same time.

‘Fucking fantastic!’ I thought as she jerked and writhed between us, making the most erotic sounds I’d ever heard. Erin grabbed her by the hair and kissed her, a wild, almost violent kiss that made Sophia whimper. A final push and I stilled my movements, pressing the heel of my hand against her perineum, resting my arm between the cheeks of her ass. Which was still in motion. She rocked and twitched and moaned and gasped through a multiple orgasm. I stroked her nipple lightly and let my tongue trail along her shoulder, enjoying the taste of salt that had sprung up on her skin. Delicious.

When she went completely limp, leaning against me, I slowly, ever so slowly, slid my fingers from inside her. I knew from personal experience how unpleasant a too swift withdrawal could be, and I wanted to spare her that. I slipped both arms around her and hugged her to me, pressing my face against her hair and smiling. I met Erin’s glance and she grinned at me, her green eyes sparkling. She radiated sexual energy.

‘Oh, this one’s not done,’ I thought to myself, just as she picked my hand up from Sophia’s chest and leaned forward. She made good on her promise, sucking my fingers clean of Sophia’s juices. She even licked my palm. The feel of her tongue on my skin made me shiver. It made my nipples harden and my vaginal muscles tighten. I could not help myself, I pressed my body against Sophia’s back and moaned.

Erin looked at Sophia. There was some non-verbal exchange between them, something I could not read because I could only see Erin’s face. Whatever it was, they seemed to come to an agreement, and after a heartbeat or two Sophia turned in my arms and kissed me.

And oh, what a kiss! She was the first person to kiss me with the same attentiveness that I kiss. She put everything into it, as if nothing existed in the universe but our mouths. Her tongue slid against mine and I felt its sweep through my entire body. Her teeth nipped my bottom lip and I felt as though she was biting into me, savoring me with her mouth like she would a delicacy tasted for the first time. She moaned, and the vibration of her breath in my mouth and on my lips made me tingle, sending waves of gooseflesh coursing over me.

I was so wrapped up in the sensation of kissing her that I’d forgotten about Erin. Sophia pressed me backwards and Erin guided me by the shoulders onto the tiled floor. It was warm and wet with the water still pouring from the shower fixtures. ‘Wasteful,’ and ‘The joys of steam boilers’, I thought at the same time, bothered by the wastefulness, yet grateful that the water would not run suddenly cold on us, ruining the mood.

I raised my knees, pressing my low back against the floor. Sophia hovered over me, her hands resting on my shoulders. She leaned down to kiss me again, her hair falling around us like a dark curtain. I raised a hand to fondle her breast, caressing its fullness, enjoying the way her skin pebbled under my fingertips.

I felt a hand run down my belly, and then another one joined it. The hands ran up my the tops of my thighs and then down the insides, a soft, tantalizing touch. Without conscious thought, I allowed my thighs to fall farther apart. The hands drifted back up along the undersides of my thighs, then gripped the backs of my knees, pulling my thighs even farther apart.

I resisted at first, but then allowed the liberty, and heard a voice murmuring, “That’s it, yes. That’s it, just relax.”

Erin’s voice. Erin’s breath puffing against the sensitive skin of my mound, soft and smooth from my Wednesday evening bath ritual. Fingers caressed my inner thighs again, sliding downward, then ran ever so lightly along my vulva, teasing the outer lips. I felt her shifting against me and then the heat of her breath, so close. When I realized her intentions, something in me tensed up. I wasn’t sure I wanted her to go down on me. It was something so personal, so intimate, and in my book, such an act of love–that I wasn’t sure I wanted to experience that level of intimacy with her.

Sophia distracted me very effectively by releasing my lips from her kiss and moving to take my nipple in her mouth. God! My back arched and I let out a low moan. The curse of sensitive nipples: stimulate them the right way, and it drives all thought from my mind. She made an appreciative noise at the back of her throat and brought her hand up to tease my other nipple.

At the same time, Erin pressed her mouth to me. Surprised, my hips bounced, lifting up toward her face. Her nose brushed my clit, my hard, prominent clit, and I gasped. I felt, more than heard, her chuckle, and a moment later she was nibbling on my inner labia, her thumbs pressing into my flesh, opening me. Two fingers slid into me, easily, so easily, because I was so aroused. Erin sucked my clit into her mouth and moaned, the vibration sending shockwaves through me. She milked it as Sophia did my nipple, sucking, licking, nibbling. It was decadent, being made love to by these women, and I trembled convulsively against the tile floor, on the verge of over-stimulation. But they were good, those two. They brought me to the edge of my senses and held me there, trembling, gasping, flinching.

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This story is the second in the timeline of nine Max Pemberton detective stories. You’re encouraged to read “Maelstrom” to give you additional background, though this story can stand on its own.

A big thank you to migbird for his thoughts over the course of Max’s journey.

Here’s the chronological breakdown of Max’s stories:

Maelstrom

Deception

Cold Steel

Hot Steel

Pink Ice

Betrayal

Loss of Innocence

Revenge is Best Served Cold

To Hell … And Back

This story is being entered into the “Ode to Mickey Spillane” challenge so your votes and comments are appreciated.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. All characters in sexual situations are 18 years or older.

Recap

To those readers who are new to the “Max” series of stories, read this first. For you Max fans, you’re welcome to skip this section.

Maxine “Max” Pemberton was a six year veteran of the Cincinnati police force. She spent five years on patrol in Cincinnati’s notorious West End neighborhood and transferred a year ago to become a detective in the Vice squad. Her partner was Lesley Groesbeck, a short Barbie-esqe blonde, who was a recent graduate of the Cincinnati’s police academy and whose father Saul was a former Chief of Police.

Max was married to Ron Pemberton, though recently divorced, and finally acknowledged to the world that she was a lesbian.

She was taller than most woman, a big breasted attractive brunette with a weakness for beautiful women and cheap drink. She was fiercely loyal to her friends, chief among them Nicky Flores, the owner of Nicky’s Diner, who recently inherited the restaurant from her late father Gustave, and Maddie Bailey, the owner of an upscale bar in one of Cincinnati’s trendier neighborhoods.

Max lived at the Royal Palms Motel, a flophouse located in the heart of the West End, whose chief clientele were members of the local prostitution trade. Max could never seem to get her finances in order, nor any other aspects of her personal life. She lived to work, and was well regarded by her peers but reviled by management for her irreverent attitude towards her superiors.

Max’s current love interest was Courtney Landry, a 25 year old vampy hipster who was five years younger than Max. Courtney was the daughter of Jim Landry, the biggest car dealer in Cincinnati, and reputed to be one of the wealthiest persons in that city. Because of her family’s extreme wealth, she had no need to hold a job and spent the majority of her time chasing women. Though it began as a purely physical relationship, Max couldn’t help but start caring for Courtney but wasn’t sure the feeling was mutual.

Nicky came to Max with two pressing problems, the $35,000 she owed in protection money to a Vietnamese gang headed by Trong Lai, an intelligent and ruthless West End warlord, and the $50,000 investment she needed to repair and refurbish her diner in order to stay in operation.

Max tangled with Trong (see Maelstrom) teaming with DaVanna Caruso, an ambitious, drop dead gorgeous attorney with an Italian father and African-American mother, who recently assumed the top spot in the Hamilton County Prosecuting Attorney’s office after the unexpected early retirement of her boss, Maureen McCormick.

All was not copacetic between Max and DaVanna. Max suspected DaVanna used illicit methods to secure her political career, co-opting her younger sister Alessandra to burgle a law firm and steal several laptops with confidential information on them, the subject matter of which was still a mystery to Max. Alessandra was arrested in connection with the theft, but never formally charged.

Max did discover that DaVanna had made a deal with Trong Lai to intimidate the witnesses who would have put Alessandra in jail in exchange for her deep sixing a murder charge against the crime boss. DaVanna, being the politician without a moral compass (aren’t they all?), reneged on her deal with Trong. Max assisted with the arrest of Trong, who was ultimately convicted of first degree murder and given a life sentence. Trong’s imprisonment solved Nicky’s debt issue.

Alessandra was able to shed her checkered past, using her recently completed culinary training to assume charge of the kitchen at Nicky’s Diner. Courtney stepped forward with a $50,000 investment in the diner in exchange for a half interest in the restaurant.

With Trong in jail and Nicky’s diner reopened, better than ever, the waters were calm for just a moment before Max’s life, once again, went into turbulent seas.

And now forward to the tale . . .

Chapter One

The Purse

“Ahhhh Max,” my lover Courtney sighed, raising and opening her karaman escort well-toned thighs to the delight of my lustful eyes. My tongue raked over her swollen labia one more time as her legs trembled beneath me. She held on to my hair and babbled as I made passionate love to her sweet pussy. I tasted her, and the taste made me want her more. It was plain and simple the best sex of my life.

Courtney and I were now officially a “thing,” having been together for six entire months. In Max time, relationships were measured in days and weeks, not months. It started as a one night stand, so the relationship I thought was going to end the next day ended up lasting six months. It was 2 a.m., and neither of us wanted the day (and night) to end. We were having sex, like many of the occupants of the Royal Palms Motel, so no one was going to bang on the wall if we decided to go at it again.

The Royal Palms was a motel in Cincinnati’s West End, an august establishment frequented by the local prostitutes and drug addicts. It was also my official residence for the past year, a tribute more to my laziness than a desire to live in squalor. Maybe it was a statement about me.

I staggered to the bathroom after our marathon lovemaking session to wash up. I figured it was about time to go to sleep since I’d have to get ready for work in a scant three hours. I saw that Courtney was rifling through my nightstand searching for a pack of cigarettes. I tried mightily to quit smoking, but there really wasn’t any substitute for a cigarette after satisfying sex. I figured I’d join her out on the second floor walkway just outside my room.

The quiet of the early morning was ripped apart by a blood curdling scream from the next room, followed by a thud, sounding like someone’s body hitting the floor. Because the walls were paper thin, we couldn’t help but be a voyeur to what was happening next door. Courtney stopped her search for a smoke and stood up straight.

“Sounded like someone just hit the deck.”

“Yeah,” I reluctantly acknowledged. Of course it did. So fucking what. Violence . . . and sex . . . were daily occurrences at the Royal Palms. I was naked and still had Courtney’s pussy juice smeared all over my face. What happened next door wasn’t one of things I wanted to think about, trying to preserve my state of post-coital bliss.

“Shouldn’t we be doing something?” she asked, never forgetting that I was a cop first and her lover second. It wasn’t lost on me that she was starting to use the royal “we” in our bedroom conversation. That’s something that happens later in a relationship and that fact alone scared me.

“Why?” I fired back, trying to put up a strong front against the inevitable. I told myself I was off duty and it was fucking two a.m. “Go ahead and call 911 if you’re that worried.”

I was dreading having to get dressed and confront God knows what.

“Max?”

Courtney was appealing to my inner angel. Damn it. She knew me well enough to get through the weak defense I put up. I resigned myself to my fate just to get it over with.

“Fine, fine, I’ll see what’s going on,” I muttered. She was still naked and horny. Why the fuck would I leave that?

I walked over to her and pointed to my cheek. “Lick here.”

“OK,” she said. She cradled the back of my head with her hands and gave my cheek a leisurely swipe of her velvety soft tongue.

“What was that all about?” she asked me.

“It’s your pussy juice. I expect more of it there when I get back.”

“Is that a threat?” she asked me with mock indignation.

“You’re making me go next door so think of it as a reward.”

She flashed a mischievous smile and dipped her fingers into her recently defiled pussy and then fed them to me. I sucked on them. Sweetness. Courtney. Why the fuck did I have to leave?

“Consider this a down payment,” she said in her best sexy voice.

Maybe Courtney was going to make it up to me when I got back. That thought was pleasing. She was the sexiest, nastiest creature I’d ever met, and she owed me. Mmmmmm. I had an inkling that I’d let myself fall in love with her, a development that could only lead to disaster. Unfortunately that never had stopped me before and I was worried I’d have another spectacular letdown.

I shuffled to the bathroom to clean myself up enough to be make my next door visit, and dressed with clothes I was wearing that I’d thrown on the floor, which consisted of a hoodie, a t-shirt, and a pair of old ripped jeans. For God’s sake, it wasn’t an official police call. Just a concerned neighbor. I could still hear shouting. Something about a purse if I was making it out right. I stepped out of my room. It was cool outside, finally, after hitting a hundred degrees that day. I saw Courtney peeking through the drapes as I passed the front window of our room. I waved to her and she let them shut.

I knocked on the door to Room 205. Muffled voices that were engaged in angry conversation suddenly went silent. Heavy footfalls thumped kars escort towards me and the door opened only a crack, the security chain still engaged. Light leaked out along with the background noise of their TV.

“What the fuck do you want?” a man’s voice growled. He didn’t appear to be the welcoming sort, but I didn’t expect common courtesy.

His bloated face peered through the gap. He had a two day growth of stubble on his chin. On Brad Pitt it would have looked sexy. On him it just looked gross. He had long, greasy black hair and was wearing a muscle t-shirt and jeans that were unbuttoned at the waist, allowing his ample beer gut to hang free. He was barefoot and reeked of body odor.

“I heard the shouting next door …” I started to say.

He tried to slam the door shut but I anticipated that move. My police issue steel toed shoe was wedged in the gap between the door and the door frame so he was unable to make any headway, though he kept pushing.

“Like I said, I heard shouting and then I believe someone got hit.”

His eyes were bloodshot and angry. “Get the fuck out of here.”

I could see a woman cowering in the background.

“Just let me ask the lady if she’s OK and then I’ll be on my way.”

“Fuck you. You’re not a cop or nothing. This is private.”

He pushed again on the door but my foot wasn’t going anywhere.

“Actually I’m an off duty cop, and I’ve got all night,” I told him. I think his thick head finally understood my motivation and could hear my resolve. He reluctantly slid the chain off and opened the door.

I watched the scumbag half drag the woman by the arm over to me. She looked young, maybe twenty, a gaunt physique with stringy dishwater blonde hair and hollowed out eyes. I spotted a few fresh bruises on her arms. It was clear she hadn’t been treated well.

“Go ahead Hannah, tell this nice policewoman that you’re OK.”

She nodded, though I got the distinct impression she wasn’t OK.

“Why doesn’t Hannah just step outside here so I can talk with her?” I told him.

He went to shove me. Big mistake. Even though he was bigger than me he expected me to stay still. I didn’t. I stepped aside and the big oaf stumbled forward. I booted him in the ass so he lunged forward and did a face plant on the outside concrete walkway. I quickly slipped into the room, deadbolted the door and hooked the security chain.

I could hear him get up. He pounded on the door.

“Let me in you fucking bitch!”

His insult didn’t motivate me to open the door.

“Keep pounding and someone’s going to call the cops,” I said through the door. “They’re all my friends so that wouldn’t work out very well for you.”

The pounding stopped.

“That’s better. I’m going to have a chat with Hannah and then I’ll let you back in, OK?”

He didn’t really have any choice.

“OK,” he said in a dejected voice. I’d had my share of bullies and knew how to put them in their place.

Hannah was practically slumped in front of me, high on something. Her eyes were glossy and wet.

“What’s up Hannah?”

“I’m … I’m OK,” she told me, though not convincingly. I looked closely at the fresh bruises on her arms. She’d clearly been hit, probably by the asshole outside.

“No you’re not,” I insisted. “I know what OK looks like and you’re not OK. Are you using?”

She nodded.

“Crystal?”

She nodded again. She looked like a meth head. The sallow complexion. The waiflike appearance. The nervous tic.

“So what were you and …”

“Bobby.”

“So what were you and Bobby fighting about?”

“Nothing.”

“It didn’t sound like nothing. I was having pleasurable sex next door and my partner insisted I see what the fuck was going on here, so tell me.”

“Bobby … uh found something that belonged to someone else and we were trying to decide if we should return it.”

“Does your decision making include him hitting you?”

“He didn’t mean nothing by it.”

Typical battered woman excuse. Unfortunately I wasn’t going to be able to save her with a five minute visit.

“OK Hannah, what is it that you were fighting about?”

“I can’t …”

It was the middle of the night. I didn’t have time to play these games. Besides, Courtney was waiting for me and she made a promise to take me to sexual nirvana.

“God damn it Hannah. Tell me now or I call the cops.”

“OK, OK.”

She reached under the bed and pulled out a cream colored Louis Vuitton calfskin handbag. She handed it to me.

I opened it and pulled out the matching wallet and looked at the driver’s license.

It said, “DaVanna Caruso.”

Fuck.

DaVanna was an Assistant Prosecuting Attorney that I ran across when I helped my friend Nicky discharge $35,000 she owed as protection money. We were on semi-friendly terms, but I felt we would be crossing swords soon. She was dirty, and I was going to prove it. Maybe this was an omen.

The wallet still had money in it. I flipped though the bills. kıbrıs escort There must have been at least $500. Bobby must have “acquired” the purse very recently. I pulled all the money out of the wallet and gave it to Hannah.

“This is yours … consider it a finder’s fee.”

Hannah’s face lit up. “Thanks!”

“It’s our secret, right?”

“Sure.”

“If you want, you can buy yourself a bus ticket to someplace else. I don’t think Bobby’s the right person for you.”

“OK,” she said, though I doubted she heard what I said, or had anyplace else to go.

“Now I’m going outside to talk to Bobby. You guys just be a little quieter, OK?”

She nodded. She and Bobby were likely going to use the money to go on a long bender. The condemned life of a drug addict.

I opened the door. Bobby was sitting on the floor with his knees up against his chest, shivering in the cold night air with a good case of road rash on his face. Docile as a housecat.

“Get up,” I told him.

He did. My voice had the authority that compelled obedience.

I waved the bag in front of him. “Listen Bobby, I know this purse was stolen …”

He started to protest. I held out my hand.

“Bobby, I’m not an idiot. People don’t just leave Louis Vuitton bags out on the sidewalk. Now look. I’ve given Hannah all the money out of the wallet. That’s really what’s of value to you. I’m going to take this purse and return it to its rightful owner. Now you don’t know who that is, do you?”

“No I swear. I don’t know who owns it.”

I believed him.

“You’re free to go. Go easier on Hannah, will you?”

“Uh huh.”

“Are you right handed or left handed Bobby?”

“What? Right handed. Who the fuck cares?”

“Bobby, if I see you again I’m going to break your right arm. Do you understand?”

I twisted his right arm until he winced. “Do you understand me?”

“Yeah … sure.” I think after he heard that I gave the cash to Hannah he stopped listening. He didn’t move.

I gave him a swift kick in the ass.

“Go on. Get the fuck out of here.”

He went into the room and shut the door softly behind him. I went back into our room, holding the purse. It was kind of hard for Courtney not to notice that I was holding a Louis Vuitton bag. It didn’t match my tattered jeans.

Courtney sat up in bed. Bless her heart she was still naked. “Where’d you get the fancy bag?”

“Junkies next door had it. They were fighting over it.”

“Is that all it was?”

“Uh huh.”

“Knock-off?” she asked me. She rightfully assumed that no one in the right mind would be carrying a real one in the West End.

“Afraid not,” I told her, plopping the bag down on a guest chair. DaVanna Caruso wouldn’t be caught dead with a fake one.

“That one’s five grand, maybe more,” she said.

“You must have one of them.”

“Actually I have two, in different colors. I have this cream color, but I also have one in red.”

I picked up the bag and sashayed around the room. “Of course. I wouldn’t be caught dead without at least two of these,” I said haughtily.

“Fuck you Max.”

I dropped the bag on the floor.

“I was hoping for that.”

I pulled my tee over my head and my braless tits flopped out. I dropped my jeans and kicked them off.

“I’ve got something for you,” I told her, lying next to her on the bed, as naked as she was.

“You shouldn’t have,” said Courtney. She leaned over and gave my nipple a loving suck.

“Ummm,” I told her.

She sucked on the other one.

She looked at me with her bright eyes. “I’m an equal opportunity sucker,” she proclaimed.

“Stop talking,” I told her. I mussed her hair while she made sloppy love to my breasts.

“You’re getting carried away,” I told her. Her drool was literally dripping off my tits.

“Can’t help it,” she said, then resumed the tongue bath.

“Pussy needs attention,” I told her.

“Shut up.”

I kept my trap shut, and her fingers worked their magic on my pussy as she sucked on my nipples to her heart’s content.

“That’s it Courtney,” I told her when she found that sweet rhythm that’ll take you to the promised land.

Her fingers worked faster. It was inevitable now. All systems were firing as one. My tits, my pussy and my ass.

“Yes, fuck yes,” I yelled, not caring that Bobby and Hannah would hear us.

“Mphhhh,” she said, raking my nipple with her teeth.

My hips raised up, straining for the ceiling.

“Uhhhh,” I grunted. She was a glorious cum master and I was her puppet.

She kept going until she sensed I was fucked out. I melted into the bedsheets.

“Thank you Courtney,” I told her, sleepily and lovingly.

The handbag was long forgotten.

* * *

There’s nothing like waking up next to a naked woman. It was exactly 4:30 a.m. My body was programmed to wake up at that time. Courtney was still spooned up against me, fast asleep. Her arm was draped over my midsection, and even asleep, she was cupping my breast. I knew I wasn’t going to go back to sleep, so I carefully lifted up her arm and slid out of bed. I pulled up the covers over my sleeping beauty. She had taken her make-up off, and the gel in her short, dark hair was washed out with last night’s shower. She was natural, and I liked her even better that way.

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My usual way of using gay hookup sites is to advertise myself as a potential catch and let the other guy do the running. But sometimes it seems like the world is full of submissives and if you’re ever going to get some action you have to be proactive. So that’s what I decided to do. I would go looking for inexperienced young guys and develop their sexuality along the way. That’s how I came across Mikhal. I was living in Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname, which is an aggressive, macho place. And I suppose that suits someone as quiet and shy as Mikhal. His pics showed a slim, pale-skinned young man with no body hair. His description said Asian, which can mean a lot of things, but wherever his ancestors came from, he had a nice body. A very lickable chest and stomach and a nice bulge inside his white underpants. I knew I could have some fun with this guy.

We didn’t have much in common, I suppose, but the desperate urge to have sex with another man is usually enough. I invited him to my house one evening and he agreed without delay. But what were we going to do? What were we going to talk about? I put myself in his shoes and decided that what I would like, and what I would be expecting, was maybe a quick drink and then straight down to it: seduction.

He arrived on a small motorbike, looking clean and tidy. I realised when I saw him face to face that he worked in one of the many Chinese supermarkets. He was small and boyish: legal age but had probably led a sheltered life. That was what he wanted me for: to open up the world a little and give him something exciting in his life story. He said he had some experience with men but I didn’t believe him. He was like many young Chinese guys in that city: brought up in a nice, secure family but encouraged to work hard and not live frivolously.

I gave him a glass of wine and he clearly wasn’t accustomed to drinking. He sipped it as though it were poison. He told me a bit about his life but he was nervous and it obviously wasn’t going to be a very chatty encounter. Because that’s what it was: an encounter – a word that now has very sexual connotations that it didn’t have originally. An encounter means something off-the-cuff, not built on a slow-burning relationship. Maybe premeditated, but only for a matter of hours or at most days.

I stood up. “Come with me,’ I said, and he followed me into the bedroom.

“Take off your shirt,” I said, and he did. I stroked his chest and bent down to suck his nipples and as I did he put his arms escort pendik around my shoulders.

I unzipped his jeans and told him to take them off. He removed everything and stood there, naked and uncomfortable.

“Lie down,” I said, and he did, on his back with one knee bent. He had a lovely, broad cock that stood straight up from a neat patch of thick black pubic hair. I gave him a show, taking off my shirt and showing him my cock as I removed the rest.

Given his lack of experience, I thought he would probably be ashamed once he had committed some homosexual acts, so I resolved to encourage him to leave if he looked uncomfortable.

I stood at the side of the bed.

“Suck my cock,” I said, and he obeyed immediately, as if he had been waiting to hear those words for years. I didn’t know if young Chinese men were routinely seduced by their uncles, as was apparently the case with Indians, so maybe he really had never touched a cock before. He took my rock-hard dick in one hand and tentatively put his lips to it. I put my hand on his head and pulled him gently, so he took the knob in his mouth. I stroked his head and neck. He was enjoying it. He had an older man’s cock in his mouth – he had overcome that hurdle and he liked it.

After a while I pushed him onto his back and got down to his crotch. He was such a nice, polite, clean young guy who found himself naked and going to hell for the sake of a primitive urge. I licked his shaft and then his balls and he shuddered with the desire for more. I plunged my mouth over his knob and sucked his beautiful, innocent penis. My right hand strayed around the back and I put a finger between his buttocks, which his flinching eyes told me was also a first for him. I touched his anus and he gasped. I poked my finger in just a little and he sighed.

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He knelt up and steadied himself for masturbation.

“Like this?” he asked nervously.

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“It’s okay,” I said. “In know how you’re feeling. You can go now and if that’s all it’s going to be, that’s it. But you can call me any time.”

Mikhal dressed hastily and left with just a quick glance at me.

I had a shower and a glass of wine and watched a bit of TV.

An hour later I got a message: “Can I come back?”

“Of course,” I responded.

“I want you to rape me,” he sent.

“It’s not rape if you want it,” I said. “But I will fuck you.”

“Yes,” he said. “I want it.”

“Door is open,” I said.

He was back so quickly he must have been just around the corner. I was in the bathroom, having a piss with the door open when he entered the house. He stood in the bathroom doorway and I just about managed to finish before my cock filled with dirty, lustful blood.

“Suck me,” I said plainly, and he was on his knees immediately. He took my cock in his mouth, and with it a little drop of urine. He didn’t care. In his current state of arousal he would have liked me to piss in his mouth. That’s the great thing about extreme sexual desire: it sweeps aside all inhibitions.

He sucked me with new confidence: he was now a veteran of one homosexual encounter. He had joined the club.

I didn’t bother to zip up, just held my trousers up as we walked to the bedroom. Mikhal undressed without waiting to be asked and lay there, his beautiful young cock ready for action.

I took my lube from the floor by the bed and lay next to him.

“I’m a bit scared,” he said. “I want it, but will it hurt?”

“MIllions of people have had anal sex,” I said coolly. “Billions. White men have fucked Chinese guys, it happens all the time.”

“I’m still scared,” he said.

“Tell you what,” I said. “You fuck me first. You can see how it is done and see if it looks painful for me.”

“Me fuck you?” he said, very unsure. “I never…”

“It’s easy,” I said soothingly. “I will show you.”

I lay on my back and shepherded him into position between my legs. Then I raised them way up in the air and showed him my hole. I smeared some lube there and put some on his cock head. Mikhal moved in. He had seen it in porn. And everyone does it naturally anyway. He placed the tip of his cock against my sphincter.

“Push,” I said. “Gently but firmly.” escort kurtköy He started off hesitantly. “Push,” I said again, and he put his body weight behind it. His knob popped into my anus and I almost missed the thrill, absorbed in my role as teacher. But I didn’t quite miss it. This was a significant moment for both of us, and I was aware I had a beautiful Chinese cock in my ass.

“There,” I said. “You have your cock inside me. Feel good?”

“Shall I fuck you now?” he asked, still the polite, well brought up young man in spite of the situation he found himself in.

“In and out,” I said. “Smooth and firm. You are fucking; you’re a man. And you are fucking a man.”

“I think I might come,” he said with a little panic.

“No, don’t come,” I said firmly. “I want you full of lust when I get inside you.”

He pulled out , unsure what to do next, and I lay him back and lubed him up.

“See?” I said. “Nothing to be afraid of.” I slid one finger into his ass, then another, and probed up and down. Then I knelt in front of him and showed him my cock, the cock that was about to take his virginity. His face was a mixture of fascination and apprehension, with a strong undertow of sheer lust and depravity.

“Relax and let it happen,” I said. I pushed my cock into his lightly resisting hole and quickly got past the point of no return. He was looking at me with wonder in his eyes as the fear ebbed away and he felt the enormous pleasure of a cock up his ass. He was being fucked by an older man and I could tell it was everything he had hoped it would be. I fucked him steadily and then increasingly hard. He was whimpering in the way that Japanese women do when they’re having sex (at least they do in porn), as if they are being coerced when they are in fact more than happy with what is happening. They are completely willing but there is something in their makeup that makes them have to appear to be enduring it rather than lapping it up. Mikhal was squawking like that as he received his first fucking.

“Are you going to cum inside me?” he asked anxiously.

“You want me to?” I replied. “Or not?”

“Yes,” he said, with a worried look that went well with the yelping.

And in a matter of seconds I was pumping his tender Chinese asshole full of my middle-aged spunk.

That was the start of a very satisfying occasional relationship. Mikhal came to visit me once or twice a week and we did everything in the gay sex handbook. He insisted I piss in his mouth and I knelt in the bath as he pissed into my crack. I came in his mouth and he came in mine. I got him to wank into my crack, which turned into our specialist quickie if we only had a few minutes. And I spanked him before fucking him, which he loved.

And then Mikhal found a boyfriend and drifted away.

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