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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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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.

“I want you to wank for me,” I said. “I want you to cum in my pubic hair.”

He knelt up and steadied himself for masturbation.

“Like this?” he asked nervously.

“Yes, just wank on me,” I said. Mikhal took his cock head between his thumb and index finger, which coincidentally is how I do it, and he started to wank. In a matter of moments he was leaning forward as an orgasm overtook him and his semen shot into my lap; then he straightened his body and fired his stuff up my belly and onto my chest. It was a fine, pure stream of his inner white fluid and I could see in his eyes what I had expected to see. As soon as he istanbul escort had come he was ashamed of himself. He lay next to me as I wiped his spunk with a tissue.

“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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The “new deal” kept me busy as an MP, and though I had hoped others would follow suite, I was disappointed – at first. I was, as I told Mr Baldwin, convinced that if Britain was to avoid the sort of revolutions we had seen in the Russian and Habsburg Empires, our ruling class needed to show that it would act to help those suffering from the great crash. He agreed, but rather shrugged his shoulders at the inertia of so many of our fellow MPs. But my pessimism was, whilst not totally unfounded, at least premature.

One morning, a few weeks after the election, over breakfast at our town house in Mayfair, Archie, who always opened the post, assuming anything official would be for him, exclaimed:

“I say, old girl, sorry! I thought this one from Lambeth Palace was for me, but it isn’t, it’s for you. What’ve you been up to that old Lang swine wants to see you? Do you need ticking off for being a bad girl? I was rather thinking of taking you on my next visit to Berlin for that purpose.”

“What?”

It was early, it was Saturday, my brain was not in gear, and it occurred to me that I might well be going mad. I thought I had just heard my husband, Archie, who was most definitely not into women, say he was taking me to Berlin to be disciplined! Moreover, I was sure he had mentioned the Archbishop of Canterbury. I decided to play dumb, which given I had not understood him, was not too hard.

“It’s just that we have a delegation going to Berlin to talk about the reparations situation, and some of the MPs are taking their ladies. I thought you might like to come my little one?”

Oh bless him! Archie was a darling. We were ideal for each other. Neither of us had the slightest interest in bothering the other sexually, but we had grown used to looking out for each other, and got on much better than most married couple.

“Oh Archie, you are a pet! But don’t you usually, erm, find entertainment elsewhere when you are there?”

“I do, old girl, but there’s a rather decadent club called the ‘Kit Kat’, which also caters for ladies with your tastes. Nice busty blonde German mädchens who wield a mean crop. What do you say?”

I was rather nonplussed to tell the truth, but as long as there were private rooms such as the ones I knew he used for whatever it was he got up to (and it occurred to me, suddenly, that I hadn’t the foggiest idea of what he actually did), then the idea of submitting to a dominant blonde had obvious attractions.

“Sounds fun, when?”

“Beginning of next month, if you can spare the time from running soup kitchens.”

“That would work for me. But I still don’t see what the Archbishop of Canterbury has to do with it?”

“Do keep up, old girl! This missive,” he said, handing me a note typed on the stiffest paper outside a Court invitation, “is from the A of Cant. Here, see for yourself.”

Still not getting what that had to do with Berlin, but giving up the attempt, I took the note, which was on official Lambeth Palace writing paper.

“Oh my!” I exclaimed, almost spitting my tea out.

“What is it? Official excommunication for being addicted to unnatural vice?”

Archie had somehow found what had happened in Oldham hilarious. I was not quite sure why, since what he got up in Hyde Park was actually illegal, while what I go up to wasn’t. Apparently, my mother-in-law, Lady Cecily, had told me, at the time male homosexuality was made illegal, no one had possessed the courage to tell Queen Victoria about sapphism, so that was never made an offence.

“No,” I snapped back, “it’s the decree nisi because we have never consummated our çorum escort union. Apparently as you come up to a decade of marriage, the certificate runs out if you’ve never rogered your wife.”

I smiled and, bless him, he fell for it.

“Gosh Pixie, that’s not on, I’ll get Pa onto it, we can’t have that!”

I explained I had been joking, but oddly, where his jokes were always the acme of wit and poise, mine were ”not funny”; bless.

I explained that it was an invitation to join a Church commission to enquire into the state of the working classes and what might be done to help them. I had, the letter said, been recommended by the Archbishop of York because of my ”pioneering work in Oldham West”. Perhaps I had been premature in thinking that my “new deal” had made no impact on anyone else?

It transpired that I had indeed been wrong. William Temple, the Archbishop of York, had the reputation of being something of a “Red”, and he had agitated for the Church to do something about the social consequences of the economic crisis, hence the Commission.

“Who’d have thought old Lang swine would have such a good idea?”

I corrected Archie. It was not Cosmo Gordon Lang, the Scottish-born Archbishop of Canterbury (hence the sobriquet) who had come up with the idea, I explained, but Temple.

“Gosh old girl, be careful, I thought we’d agreed you were not joining Labour, and given their collapse, you surely aren’t thinking of going there now?”

Dear Archie! Like most of our class, he was terrified of Communism after what had happened in 1917 in Russia, when the Commies had exterminated people like us. It was natural enough, but as I explained to the dear dim boy, there were more workers than there were aristocrats and rich people, and on a purely utilitarian level, if we didn’t show ourselves willing to help alleviate their suffering, then we could hardly blame the workers if they looked to the “Reds”.

He shook his head.

“Don’t see it old girl, the poor have always been with us and always will be, can’t change that.”

For the umpteenth time, I explained to him that Jesus had rather indicated we should help the poor and needy, but it passed over his head. Fortunately, there were those who did get it, and Billy Temple was one of them. If it had been left to Archie and Churchill, we’d all have been executed come the revolution.

I accepted the invitation, and found the Lambeth meeting fascinating. Baldwin, who as Lord President of the Council, was officially MacDonald’s deputy, but in reality, as leader of the largest party in the National Government, its most powerful figure, caught me in the Smoking Room after a debate on the economy.

“I’m glad you accepted the invitation Lady P.”

“I did wonder if you hadn’t played a part in it?”

“You’re setting a good example up there, wish some of our chaps would follow it, but maybe Billy Temple’s Commission will facilitate that. I’ve also a mind, milady, to appoint you to a junior post working with me. How do you fancy being one of my parliamentary private secretaries?”

To those unfamiliar with our arcane system of government, I ought to explain that this had nothing to do with stenography. I was not about to join a typing-pool. Cabinet Ministers had what were, in effect, assistants who were other MPs, and one as senior as Baldwin had a number, and their job was to keep him informed on what was going on in the party.

“I’m honoured, Mr B”, I replied, honestly taking it as a compliment. “But my finger is hardly on the parliamentary pulse.”

“That’s denizli escort not why I want you there, Lady P. I am sending a signal to Winston and the Right, I want MPs like you to be the future of our Party, not Winston and his fascisti. I swear he thinks he’s our answer to Mussolini!”

I sympathised. Winston Churchill had been working with the Imperialists in the party ever since 1929, and he was currently leading a rebellion over the Government’s commitment to give India greater self-government. The silly old fool seemed to see a connection between skin colour and the ability to govern oneself. That settled it, if it was one in the eye to Winston, I was in.

Rather sweetly, I got letters of congratulations from some colleagues, and even some from Labour, which was rather nice of them. At the Lambeth meeting Archbishop Temple said it was good thing, as it was a sign that Baldwin was taking the needs of the people seriously. I was not so sure, I told him, because however lovely Mr B was, it was Neville Chamberlain who held the purse strings, and he made Ebenezer Scrooge look like a spendthrift; we had our work cut out.

By the time the Berlin trip came round, I was ready for it. To my utter delight, Bella was accompanying the British Delegation to report on the meeting for the New York Times.

I invited her round to the house on the Thursday, telling her she might as well leave with myself and Archie on the Friday after breakfast.

As we relaxed afterwards, I could see the sparkle in her eyes. I was glad. One of my many unfortunate characteristics was a lack of confidence in my powers of attraction. It was easy enough to dismiss this as just me being me, but there was supporting evidence. Annie, whom I had come to love, had nonetheless preferred Alice. Did I mind? No, I wanted what was best for her, but part of me felt rejected. It was silly, but it was there, and losing Lady Dora had not helped. So I had my doubts as to whether I could really hold Bella’s attention. That she was looking at me as a cat looks at a saucer of cream was reassuring.

“So, how does this work, Pix?”

I looked at her quizzically.

“Your maids, butlers, your husband, erm, how do we do what we want and accommodate them?”

I giggled, deliberately pretending not to understand.

“Golly, that would be quite a gathering, and I am not sure the butler and the housekeeper would play, and as for Archie, well I am pretty sure he wouldn’t either.”

“You know that wasn’t what I meant Pix!”

“I do, but couldn’t resist”, I giggled.

I explained that Archie didn’t mind, or care, and that the staff were discreet and were to be treated as though they were invisible.

“Gee, you Brits and your class system! No wonder we had a revolution!”

“Well,” I cooed at her coyly, “I suppose that as you have a captive member of the upper classes at your disposal, you might want to do something about that?”

And she did.

Back in my bedroom Bella wasted no time in asserting the revolutionary spirit.

“I want you in your underwear, NOW!”

Without hesitation, I unbuttoned my skirt and blouse, taking off my chemise with them, standing in my stockings, suspenders and knickers.

“Come here!”

I did so.

I could feel myself blushing, but knew my nipples were rock hard. I also knew she could smell my arousal.

Smiling, she pulled my kickers down, and I stepped out of them. She picked them up and made me smell them.

“Is my British Lady a dirty slut?”

“Yes Miss Bella!”

It was, after all, no more than düzce escort the truth. I was her slut. My pussy was so wet, and I could see, as well as smell the evidence as I sniffed.

She placed her hands on my bum cheeks and pulled me into her, immediately running her tongue through my labia, tasting me and making me moan.

Unable to resist any longer I threw back my head, and enjoying the pleasure of finally having her tongue in my labia, I whimpered. As her probing tongue stopped just short of my clit, I shivered, then she used her mouth and tongue to suck on my aching clit. As she did so, she pushed her hand in, right up to her knuckles. I felt myself tighten around her fingers the further she pushed in.

I felt her finger slide through my labia and the gently push into my dripping cunt. i shuddered, and then, as her lips touched my clit, I moaned more loudly. My breath came in ragged snatches, my knees felt weak, I was just holding on.

Bella held me by my hips, and it was just as well, because as her tongue began to feather my aching clit, I felt myself wobble. I so wanted and indeed needed to cum, but I had been well-trained by Annie, and there was no way I was going to give in to my urges, however needy I felt.

“You are being a very good girl, Lady Pixie. How badly do you need to cum?”

The juxtaposition of my title with the demeaning but arousing name-calling, almost made me yield. Concentrating grimly I replied:

“Yes, Mistress Bella, I sooooo, sooooo, sooooooo need to cum!”

“Are you a slut, Lady Pixie?”

With her finger teasing my aching clit, there could be no doubt that I was not just a slut, I was, as I now admitted, her slut.

“Yes, yesss, your slut, your slut, I’ll do anything to have a cummie.”

Bella stopped teasing, leaving me sweating, panting and dripping.

“Really? Anything? Be very careful Lady Pixie. I will hold you to it.”

“Mistress, you know I want to be yours, and it’s not just because I need to orgasm.”

Bella’s voice shifted register, into a note of care and concern.

“I know, little one. I will look after you, but if you are mine, I will own you Pixie. You will need to clear any lovers with me first, and you will be my pussy-girl. Speaking of which, get on your knees and service me. I am so wet.”

Instantly ignoring my own aches, I knelt.

Bella raised her skirts as she sat in the chair, and lifted her bum so I could pull her knickers down. They were soaked, and filaments of her sticky juices stretched from her shaved pussy as I pulled them down.

Taking my middle finger with my index finger, I slipped both inside her gooey warm wetness. Bella gasped. I sense she was so worked up that she needed something faster than my normal leisurely approach. Looking up at her while fingering her, I could see her eyes already glazing. She gripped my fingers tightly.

As my fingers opened her, i put my lips on her unhooded clit and sucked, then licked it, before taking a third finger and pushing it into her, and opening my fingers inside and trying to stretch her wider. She pushed herself onto my questing fingers, moaning as she did so, her breath becoming ragged and loud as her pussy squelched lewdly. I used my tongue to tease her clit as my fingers pushed in and out faster, deeper and harder.

My fingers went knuckle deep again, as my tongue lapped her clit. I could feel her tensing, and as her pussy gripped my fingers, she grabbed my head and squirted into my face as she came with a shuddering orgasm.

I licked her gently, cleaning her softly, loving her taste and smell, and the feeling that I had pleased her.

“Well, my red-faced little Pixie, I sense you are now mine. America triumphs and you surrender?”

“Oh yes, Mistress Bella!”

“Good girl. Now bed, we have Berlin in the morning.”

No mention was made of my orgasm. I understood.

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I awakened still smelling of Annette’s beautiful scent which reminded me of love and sex. Holding her in my arms she was breathing lightly on my breast so gorgeous, my beautiful wife. I didn’t want to wake her I just wanted to watch her sleep a little longer.

Today we have a four-hour dolphin watch tour off the coastline of Kona and some snorkeling by the Captain Cook Monument. Annette opened her sweet green eyes and smiled as we lay in the king size bed idling away the morning in paradise.

“Last night was wonderful, Cheryle,” Annette spoke in her sexy voice, “I love you so much.”

Kissing me sweetly, then passionately, her tongue dancing in my mouth. Our naked bodies coming together, hands, fingers, legs, feet rubbing each other. Pussies grinding together bringing the usual arousal.

Intertwining in perfect delight, scissoring, legs divided a pleasurable intersection. Our wet clits colliding, rubbing, moaning, ecstasy with a purpose. The art of two women making love so beautifully inclined.

Sweet nectar flowing, fingers inside wet pussies, what an entertaining passion, a tasteful elixir. Two women on fire, the redhead and the blonde, split like scissors.

Humping frantically, squeals and sighs, feelings building.

Speed increasing here comes our orgasmic delight. A great way to ordu escort start a day in Hawaii with my beautiful wife. Panting like wild animals, bodies grinding and shaking, squirting her juices, a beautiful orgasm for two.

Recovering our senses and noticing the clock we had to hurry to catch our boat at the dock at KEAUHOU BAY, Kailua-Kona. We jumped in the shower together washing our bodies.

Toweling dry and putting on our matching tie dye thong bikinis, shorts, and flip flops. Out the door in a flash, into a waiting cab, an onto the boat dock. We walked Walk past the boat trailer parking toward the boat ramp. Look to our right we saw the crew checking in guests at the picnic table next to restrooms.

We checked in and made small talk with one of the guides. Ellie. a short woman, shorter then me anyway, with short black hair and the cutest dolphin tattoo. She is a naturalist which to my surprise has nothing to do with sex.

On the boat we watched the Hawaiian Spinner Dolphins play in the boats wake. Getting some great photos as the Hawaiian Spinner Dolphins leaped and spined out of the water. Viewing the dolphins in their natural environment with Ellie explaining how to respect these intelligent creatures’ boundaries. They feed in deeper waters at night, spinner dolphins osmaniye escort come close to the Kona shore where they often interact with their boats, playing in their wake as they were now.

Ellie said the utmost respect and care was given to her aquatic friends to assure that people do not disrupt their rest, nursing and breeding behaviors. Depending on where and when they locate the dolphins there would be time for a quick snorkel at one of the many beautiful reef areas along the Kona coast line, quite possibly Kealakekua Bay.

Ellie was a naturalist, I get it, laughing to myself. Time to get wet, the drew passed out snorkel gear to us and the rest of the passengers.

“Stick with me we’ll have fun” Ellie almost whisper to Annette and I.

Jumping in the warm ocean water, we snorkeled with Ellie around the reef. Seeing the Hawaiian Spinner Dolphin as they should be, wild and free! Ellie our naturalist guided us on the journey we enjoyed and I’m sure will talk about for years to come. Snorkeling the pristine reef at the Captain Cook Monument. As we searched for dolphins those, wonderful, beautiful creatures in the warm tropical waters, Ellie shared her knowledge about the Dolphin’s life cycle, habitats, and behaviors. As we encountered these beautiful animals in sinop escort their natural habitat. Their torpedo-shaped bodies darting smoothly through the waves, swimming and rolling in formation, like synchronized swimmers. I looked to the horizon observing a pod of dolphins off in the distance, leaping high into the air as they traveled together.

After we some spent time snorkeling viewing these beautiful dolphins we cruised the coast line looking for other marine life. Ellie pointed out sea caves, sea arches and spoke of Hawaiian History. As the boat docked Annette and I decided to ask Elie to join us for dinner. Ellie agreed to meet us at our hotel for dinner and we hugged her and thanked her for a wonderful day.

Back in our room we showered and dressed for dinner in loose flowered sundresses no panties or bras. Ellie knocked and Annette open the door to a gorgeous little lady in an Hawaiian dress her feet in cute pink flip flops. Annette invited her into our room and I made some drinks.

We drank, chatted and munched on some appetizers I had order from room service. Annette and Ellie started kissing, as I watched my beautiful wife make out with the naturalist, my pussy said hello again. I watched their hands roam each others bodies, dresses coming off, fingering each other.

I rubbed my clit feverishly, Ellie sucking Annette’s amble breast, fingers working wet pussies. Getting on my knees, crawling between Ellies legs, Giving our naturalist a good licking with my long tongue.

A magical night with my wonderful wife exploring our journey of sexual freedom on the big island.

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Night of Desire

The sun dipped low into the sky over the stone-clad human Capital, home of a multitude of races, bathing the city in a reddish-gold hue. People out on the streets were bustling home before night fell, they waved farewell to friends and called their children to their sides. The night was rapidly approached, the first set of stars appeared in the paling light. The town crier detailed the events of the day to the denizens. Dwarves, Gnomes, Elves, Humans, and even Worgen are all welcome in the city.

On the outskirts of the Cathedral District, on the canal side, a lone watch repairman was putting the finishing touches on his last order for the day. He fixed the screws into place before he clasped the back of the now working watch closed. He took off his magnifying glasses, sighing softly in happiness. It gave him such comfort and serenity to fix things. He went over and turned the sign over on his door to read closed. He locked the door, turning each of the five locks that had been installed for safety reasons. Ollie’s attire fitted him well, a white shirt with an embroidered leather apron hugged his torso. He wasn’t anything too much to look at, but those close to him knew the secret he kept underneath his human exterior. His slacks were tailored neatly since a customer could walk in anytime he was tinkering. He heard some movement upstairs and smiled a bit, pulling the curtains over the windows before going up. His roommate and partner in the shop, the jewelry maker Kithastia, was putting a meal on the table: venison and cheese. The simple table was set, a puny vase with two flowers sat escort sultangazi freshly inside it. Their dark hair was pulled back and out of the way from working all day. Minimal make-up smattered her pretty face, she knew exactly how to make the best of what she had. She smiled at Ollie and they ate a quick, nearly silent dinner.

They both clean up and Ollie got into bed, he opened a book to read a chapter or two. The apron was now hung up, and work clothes neatly folded for the next day. Kith sat on her side of the large bed, polishing a silver chain on which hung an elaborately made pendant encrusted with emeralds and sapphires. Ollie looked over at it, his head tilted to the side slightly.

“That looks very nice, Kith.”

“Thanks.” She smiled at him, a little flustered. Her pajamas hugged her body, the fabric folding over itself and wrapped around her curves as she shifted. She set it down on the bedside table on her side after a few moments. Ollie put his book on his table and went to pull his blanket over him when he saw that Kith had moved closer, alarmingly close.

“Wha-” he started to say before her mouth met his in a swift moment, hard. Heat rose to his face, he hadn’t gotten used to their relationship and still felt slightly awkward around women. Still, he returned the pressure lightly while she put her arms around him, leaning him back into the pillows. His hands rested on her arms, not quite sure still where to put them. Her own hands caressed him while she continued her relentless assault at his mouth, kissing him passionately.

Her hands escort fatih moved under his shirt, ceasing her kissing so that she could pull it off of him. His cheeks were still tinged red and she smiled lovingly at him. “Sorry, but I can’t resist you. It’s been too long.” He chuckled softly, beginning to touch her back, he caressed her breasts through her shirt. She lingered her fingertips along with the tone muscles of his chest, kissing him again. She arched her back to press her breasts further into his hands, her own maneuvered down to undo his belt. The next few minutes passed in a haze of lust as they stripped each other’s clothing. After they were both naked, she kissed down his chest. His breathing got heavier even after she ran her tongue along the tip of his cock, causing it to jump slightly in reaction. Her fingers curled around the base of it as she took him into her mouth, eliciting a small moan from his lips. She worked at it eagerly, making it grow larger and thicker. She pumped the base as she sucked merrily on his tip, her fingers traveled to her own nether regions to rub herself, getting ready to rock his world.

She crawled back upon him. He wrapped his arms around her waist as she positioned herself astride him, guiding his hard cock to the entrance of her moist pussy. She adjusted herself slightly, guiding the head into her with a small sigh. He closed his eyes and tilted his head back. She slowly descended, taking more of him into her. Once he was buried inside her hot pussy, she leaned down to brush her lips gently against his and showed the last of her escort etiler gentleness. She began to ride him hard, slamming her hips down on his, his cock driven hard and deep inside of her. Her moans echoed throughout the room, sometimes mixed with his. He was surprised at her wanton ways and wondered how this sweet girl could become a savage cat at night time.

Beads of sweat dripped down her body as she used his cock for her own selfish ways, riding him relentlessly. He reached a hand up to play with her breast gently, the other gripped her hip, helping her to impale herself with his cock. She rocked onto him harder and faster, her face furrowed in concentration as she approached her orgasm. She cried out suddenly, giving her loudest moan yet as her pussy tightened up around him and her body shuddered with pleasure. She started to slow down, but Ollie had other ideas.

He placed his hands on her hips and moved them back and forth, thrusting his cock up into her as her orgasm started to subside. She moaned, leaning down over him so that he could use her body for himself. He pressed his face into her neck and pumped her like there’s no tomorrow. After a few minutes, he rolled her onto her back and crawled on top of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he plowed into her pussy again, fucking her hard and fast. He reached down and grabbed her ass so that he could pull her up to meet him as he thrusts inside of her. After an assault of heavy pounding, he started to groan. She orgasms again, hard, the muscles in her slick pussy contracting again. At this, he buries himself deep inside of her as his seed spews out into her, filling her pussy. She sighs softly after their shuddering has subsided. He rolls off of her and she cuddles up against him, his arm around her. Their sweat entangled bodies slow down, breathing returning to normal. They fall asleep without saying a word.

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Nigkala Tales Pt. 15: Rocky Road into Kombat

Where I meet daughters I didn’t know I had

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The National Mountain Climber Society was holding a charity auction to support the families of those killed by the mountains. They had asked me if I would be willing to contribute anything. I said I would provide some things. Having planned for this, I went to the basement storage to pull out my Everest gear. Eventually, I settled on my climbing boots, the two ice picks, and my coat. However, I also found the obsidian token the mountain gave me. How could I have forgotten it? I put everything else back, and would ship the gear off, along with my attestation that they were used on my climb to the summit.

The obsidian, on the other hand, I took with me to the sauna. “Queen Inanna, I have been given a message for you.”

“Oh? Who would do this?”

“Not a who, so much as a what.”

“Even stranger. Tell me.”

“When I climbed Mount Everest, I encountered the spirit of the mountain. It watched me. I knew of your history with Ebih. Apparently it did also. The spirit was wary of me, as it sensed your hand upon me, but it was patient. For my part, knowing nothing of it at the time, I partook of the customary prayers for a good climb, and I asked for safe passage. I sensed the question of ‘why’, so I told it. When I reverently removed Jack’s body from his cairn, and prayed to An for the others to remain safe, An responded. Then I waited reverently in silence and respect. That is when the spirit first spoke to me. It asked what boon I sought, and I told it I sought nothing it did not want to give. It chose to return respect for respect. Then it had me place my hand into the rock, where it gave me a token of its respect. Afterwards, it said, ‘I am not made to bend, but if you respect me, I shall return that respect. Please tell your lady I have no wish for trouble.'”

“Ebih is old news. Very old news. I got over it and put it behind me long ago. Apparently, the mountains have longer memories. I was younger then, and felt all should bow to me. But time has humbled me. I have learned to avoid futile fights, such as mountains that don’t bend. But knowing that this one is willing to show respect is surprising.”

“I think the mountains have learned to be wary of your anger, and don’t wish to be its target.”

“So, we have both changed. Very well, consider the message delivered. Perhaps I shall visit it soon.”

“I am also curious about the token. It is obsidian, but seems to hold spiritual power. I am unsure what to do with it.”

“Show me.” I picked it up, and focused my attention on it. “What is it with you?”

“My queen?”

“This token is a divine talisman as well. It is a lesser one, but still more powerful than a wizard’s talisman. And it is attuned to you. I shall look into it… No. It was given in respect, so I should show respect. Daughter, may I join you in exploring it?”

“Yes, my lady.”

Inanna’s presence filled my mind, and she guided me into exploring it. The first and most obvious power was a sense of the earth and rock near me. I would be able to sense the distance, the solidity, and other qualities as I focused on the earth. The second power was the ability to take on some of the nature of rock. Just what that meant, I would have to explore. The third and last power, was the ability to summon and dismiss solid rock.

Inanna said, “You can choose the shape you summon, but I don’t think you can summon rare rocks like jewels. No instant riches for you.”

“Perhaps not, but generating instant rock might be useful for something.”

“I leave that to you. Have fun exploring your new talisman.”

With that, I felt her presence leave. I decided to test the talisman by summoning it and dismissing it. I placed it at the far end of the bench, and summoned it. It came. When I dismissed it back, it went back to the far end. When I tried to sense rock, it was easy to tell where the rock was, and I could tell there were different kinds about. I could sense the heated rocks in the sauna, the concrete pavers on the patio, even the glass windows. But beyond that, I could tell there was rock all about me in the ground, but I could not tell what the various kinds were. Looked like a field trip or two, was in order.

I wasn’t sure if there was a wing of the museum dedicated to geology. Looking it up online, I found that they offered guided tours. Looking further in the details, it seemed like only male guides were available. Since I wanted lots of information, but few questions, I decided to dress in a top that fell open every time I bent over, as well as a skirt that rode higher when I bent over. Checking myself in the mirror, I saw I only needed thirty degrees to have a nipple in plain view, and forty-five for my vagina. I could see a little of my vagina directly escort taksim when I sat. Perfect. I placed my obsidian talisman in my purse and drove to the museum.

After entering, I wandered a bit until I found the geology wing. Asking a guard, I was directed to the tour desk. As I neared, I saw they had a pretty display of samples on a mirror on top of the desk, and there was a guy manning it. By eye, I thought I could stand in just the right place so that the mirror would let him look right up my skirt. When I arrived, I stood there, with my legs a bit apart to give him a good view.

His eyes quickly spotted the reflection, and without looking up, he said, “How may I help you, ma’am.”

“I would like a guided tour of your collection, with a knowledgeable gentleman to describe all about the various rocks.”

Still glued to the mirror, he said, “What would you like to tour?”

Oh, he was fun. I leaned down to speak to him face to face from only a foot away, and a little above. My upper tits were fully on display, and the nipples of the bottom ones also could be seen. I put a finger on his chin and raised it up a little. When he saw my tits, his eyes got bigger. I said, “I want a man to tell me all about the rocks here.”

“Okay, let me call him.” He got out his phone, and looking away very briefly, he called someone. “Hi Terry, got one for you…. She wants a tour. Description? Very tall, great tits, no underwear.” He realized what he said, and looked up at my face, still only a foot away, with a look of panic and embarrassment.

I pitched my voice to carry to whoever was on the phone, and said, “I like men who notice. Perhaps we can play later.” My nipples extended fully as I said that.

He must have heard from Terry, because he said, “Goodbye,” and put the phone back. Gulping, he asked, “Will there be anything else?”

“I’d like my ticket. I do so want to see lots of hard things today, especially if I can fondle some.” Oh, I am so bad today, but when they are so easy, I can’t help it. When he handed me my ticket, I said, “Thank you,” and stood back up. My top, however, didn’t recover my upper breasts because my nipples got in the way. The lower nipples, while they were in view, never came out, so were covered when I stood. Soon I heard someone almost running up to me, before slowing down to a walk.

“Hello, Miss. I understand you want a knowledgeable guide?”

I turned around, and the young man stared at my breasts. I said, “You must be Terry.”

“Uh… Yeah, I’m Terry. Um, lady, your shirt is…”

“What?” I looked down. “Oh dear, they escaped again.” I held the top with one hand, and briefly played with a nipple before stuffing that breast back under. I switched hands and did the same with the other. “They do so like the attention. Did you see how aroused they are?” Looking down at my breasts, I said, “Don’t worry, mama’s just going to cover you for a bit. You can come out and play later.” Leaning to whisper, I said, “Here’s my ticket. And please, call me Becky Sue.” While he was distracted, I used my mental power to touch his mind about minerals, rocks and such.

He replied softly, “Yes, ma’am, I mean Becky Sue.”

Standing tall again, I said, “Good, show me everything you have, the harder, the better.” I saw his cock twitch, so I grinned.

He led me into the hall, and told me about each exhibit. I asked lots of questions, and leaned over quite a few times, so I could point to various bits of rock. I studied each exhibit, using the talisman and my own senses, and memorized all the names and qualities he mentioned. When he placed his hand on my butt, I ignored it. He led me to a large table exhibit and encouraged me to touch various pieces, and he would explain them. As I did, he let my skirt slide up under his hand until his hand was on bare flesh. When I didn’t react and continued questioning, he started to feel me up. I spoke of the next rock, and he slid a finger into me. I used a bit of Inanna’s gift to cause everyone to ignore us. I stood up, after making sure my upper nipples were fully exposed. Turning part way around, I asked about the next table, so he led me there. His finger was still in me, so we slowly walked and talked. As I appeared to focus on the rocks, he added a second, then a third finger. I had to use some meditative focus to ignore my own body’s reactions.

This time, before I stood up, I unbuttoned my top all the way, and allowed all four breasts to be in full view. Breathing heavily, I said, “Looks like we have one more table. Show me.” I had to go slower, as it was even more difficult to walk with three fingers in me. When we finished there, I turned partially around, while fondling one breast. “Do you have any more exhibits? Perhaps in a back room?”

“Yes, we have some. See that Employee Only door, go there.” I did, fondling two breasts and walking slowly. I had him direct me. We entered and came to a table of rocks that were extras from the exhibit. He invited me to lean over and pick up escort topkapı one from the far end of the table. So I did, then leaning on my elbows, I looked closely at it. Knowing what was coming next; I focused even more on the rocks and tried to ignore my body. As I did, he withdrew his fingers. The next thing I heard was the dropping of his pants. Another moment and he buried his six-inch cock in me. Rather than use my hips to steady himself, he leaned on me and grabbed a pair of breasts. Soon he was pounding away, and kneading away. I just kept on asking questions. He didn’t even realize I was speaking in his mind, and reading the answers directly, as his conscious mind was focused on sex.

Then it happened. We came. I could feel my body spasm in orgasm. I could feel the pleasure in full, yet it was as if it was happening to someone else. When I locked into his mind, his consciousness wasn’t there. I could see with great clarity all he knew about rocks, and who knew more. This lasted a few seconds, and then his consciousness returned as though it had never left. Curious, but best looked into another time. He released my breasts and pulled out. I remained looking at the rock and asking questions, even as he pulled his pants back up.

There were two other areas he took me to, but he just looked as we spoke about the rocks. “Well, that’s all the rocks in this wing of the museum.”

“Okay, and thank you. Which way is out? I got all turned around.”

Just as we got to the door, Terry said, “Um, Becky Sue?”

“Yes?”

“Your top.”

I looked down. “Gosh darn it! It’s a mass breakout. Let me fix it.” I buttoned myself back up, pushing each breast back in after fondling my nipple a bit. “They are just too darn horny. I need to get laid soon.” Watching his jaw drop was priceless. “Do I look presentable?”

“Now you are.”

“Thank you.” As we went through the door, I whammied him to forget my name and appearance. While he was processing that and not looking, I walked away. I decided to leave the museum, and head to the jewelers I often sourced my jewel-making supplies. I knew he had a wide variety of stones, and that he would let me handle them with minimal supervision. But before actually leaving the museum, I called, and asked for an hour or two of his time. He checked his appointments, and said if I came at four, I could have the rest of the evening.

I had three hours to kill, so, remembering the café I ate the last time I was here, I headed for it. This time they had Mexican. Therefore, so did I. After the meal, I went for a traditional capirotada, as the spiced fruits and nuts added to the bread pudding sounded great. It was. Of course, I had to wash up after that meal, especially given how sticky some of the food was. Next stop, the library. I killed two hours reading about geology, and how rocks were made.

I arrived at the jeweler’s early. I told Arthur to find me in the tourist section. He was with someone, so just acknowledged me. I planned on making a bracelet. I felt this talisman should be the centerpiece of a beautiful one. I also wanted it to be sturdy, with other smaller stones to highlight it.

The customer left, and Arthur came over and said, “Hello, Becky Sue, how can I help you?”

I showed him the obsidian, and said, “I will be making a bracelet with this. I want to surround it with a number of different stones. Some shall be gemstones, and some ordinary lesser stones. Can you show me all the different stones you have, and tell me a little about them, while I examine them?”

“That is a tall order, as I have a lot of different stones. But I can begin with the lesser-known stones.”

“Why those first?” I began to focus on his mind to get the information about the stones.

“The well-known ones, you likely know something about, and you can also easily find information on. But the others are not as easy to find out about.”

“Oh. Thank you. So what is first?” As I was making a major effort to learn, he could sense my attention. I also asked relevant questions that showed I was listening. We continued for almost three hours, when Arthur decided to conclude his discussion.

“… and that is why quartz, though common, has become useful in electronics. Oh my, look at the time! I was supposed to close up shop an hour ago. My wife will kill me. We best finish.”

“I am so sorry. But I think I can help offset your lateness. I noted several gems and stones I would like to order. I still need to determine the sizes, but I can get that to you tomorrow or the next day.”

“I do appreciate that. My wife will still kill me, but she’ll get over it much faster knowing I stayed for a significant sale.”

“Then I best be getting along. See you soon.”

Back home, in my jewelry workshop, I used my computer to get info on the eight stones I selected. I then pulled up my art program to design the bracelet. Realizing how thick the obsidian talisman is, I initially decided to place four stones on the outside, and escort şirinevler four hidden inside a pair of secret spaces. That plan didn’t survive long. My final design used three-eighths inch stones set four on the left and four on the right, on a silver setting. I would score the mountain below, and my hang glider above. Within the scored lines, I placed obsidian dust and clear enamel to make them solid black lines. I pulled several small gems from my secret craft-safe. I emailed dimensions, cut, and other features of the gems I wanted but didn’t have. While I would spend about two to three thousand, I figured it would be appraised around twenty thousand with the additional gems and my work.

I then printed the pattern, using a light gray ink. This would let me freehand the drawing, while ensuring I left enough space for all the detail I wanted. When I checked in the next day, Arthur told me he would have to order two of the gems, but he had some alternatives that were close if I wanted to pay a visit. I went, taking the gems I already selected from my stash, and the printed design. Arthur was surprised I had such gems lying around.

“Where did you get all those gems?”

“I got them from some time spent in the Mideast. I also got some gold and silver, and I have mostly kept it for making my own jewelry. This will be in a silver setting. So why not pull out the gems you selected, and the ones that you think might be good?”

He returned after opening three different cases, holding two trays and one plain box with my name on it. He handed me the latter, and I opened it, and started examining them.

“These are the ones I had on hand that best matched your description.” He laid the two trays on the side, and said, “These are the ones I think are close, but don’t quite fit your description.”

I laid the pattern down, and placed my stones on it. I then placed the ones he had selected on the paper. Then I looked through both trays to see what would best fit with what I had, and placed them on the paper. “These will do.” I then placed each of his gems in the box, and asked him to ring them up. He put the trays away first, then picked up my credit card and walked over to the register. I collected my stuff, and met him at the counter, and signed for my purchase.

When we finished the transaction, he said, “I have something interesting that has recently gone expensive. I think you’d like to see it.” He then looked at me, and waited.

“Okay, you have got my interest. Show me.”

“It’s over here in the tourist section.” He walked over towards the front of the store, and pointed to a case displaying a number of earrings, many of which I had seen people wear. The difference was the jewels were real, the metals expensive, and the work high quality. He pointed one pair out.

“You’re right. It does interest me.” I saw the comedy and tragedy theater mask earrings I had designed, but produced by a company that I knew made high-end stuff. “When did these come out?”

“The basic version was first produced in limited numbers about three years ago. It didn’t sell that well until word spread to the college-theater crowd. That made it go viral, and when the video turned up of you wearing them for your Doctorate, well, overnight it became nearly mandatory for theater graduates. This high-end version came out a year ago, but I didn’t receive one until two months ago. I’ve sold thirty so far.”

“Nice. Thanks for showing me.”

“Thanks for stopping by. I’m sure I’ll be seeing you soon.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me. Well, goodbye.”

I left and went home. For the next two weeks, I worked on the design, getting the mountain and hang glider line art just right. I also got a lesson on rocks from three universities in the area. Their collections didn’t have many gems, but they did have a wide variety of stones. My ‘teachers’ were also quite knowledgeable, and they enjoyed my attire.

My agent derailed my plans with another role, with Lilith Ascends: Bad Company. The title character, Tina, would be facing off against a devil, summoned to do evil in the city. Before that fight, she has to get through his minions. I was also lead fight trainer and coordinator. For the next six months, I only had a day here and there I could spend on other things, but I just chose to rest.

Fortunately, Filipe reprised his role, and so we got a suite at the hotel, and could enjoy the amenities. He took care of my schedule, and ensured I got enough to eat. At night, we had sex sometimes, but other times I was too tired, and he just held me until I fell asleep. Occasionally, it seemed I could relax more when they filmed me. The sex scenes were actually the most relaxing.

It was while preparing to film the scene in the abandoned mine, that I noticed some mineral I thought I recognized low on one wall. I was examining the tunnel’s soundness when I spotted it. That night, I asked Filipe to see what was mined there. This mine produced Lake Superior Agates, whose value depended on quality. I suggested to Filipe we stay a day or two to collect some. He recommended getting official permission, so we could claim their full value. By the time the filming ended and everyone went home, Filipe had negotiated a week’s prospecting where we could keep everything we hauled out, for a thousand dollars.

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Chapter 25 – Beth’s Story

I ask Beth, “What happened?”

Beth writes, “When you broke up with me, I was devastated. My world crumbled. I met a student that needed tutoring. We end up fucking. He was very good looking and was ok in bed. I wanted to hurt you by saying I found the man of my dreams. He wasn’t. Then I couldn’t drop him, or it would get back to you. He gets me pregnant, so we get married. He was always a little demeaning, but as soon as I became pregnant, he thought it was from you, Steve. He then turned abusive and drank a lot. His friends are degenerates.

“The night of this beating, he and his friends were high and drunk. He said my cunt was tainted, so they all fucked my face and throat. Then I was a punching bag. I hit my head and passed out. When I woke, I was in a daze, and the next thing I remember is seeing Bill. The police said I bought a bus ticket and then a taxi to get there.”

She pauses, is near tears, and then asks, “How did my husband really die? Was it you?”

I think a moment, Sara’s eyes are on me. She looks scared.

I tell her with an even steady voice, “The moment I saw you and your condition, I told Anthony to get his coat. He instantly understood my rage and his instructions. My plane was waiting for him at the airport. He followed your husband around. He had a drink with him as he and his friends bragged about what they did to you. He called me back for final authority. I asked for Sara’s opinion and then gave my approval.”

She looks at Sara, “What’s your version?” Sara is startled by the question. “I saw your look of horror when I asked.”

Sara can’t look at Beth, “When Anthony called, Steve didn’t want to make an emotional decision. He handed the phone to the person in the room that hated you the most and asked me to advise Anthony. He said he trusted me and would accept my decision. I saw what they did to you. Anthony’s first option was to make it look like an accident, I said to proceed. We hung up.”

Beth looks very sad now, “I guess I shouldn’t be surprised at how you feel about me. I’m sorry for intruding and causing chaos. I’ll go back to my parents.”

She gets up and starts walking towards the stairs. Sara blocks her way and points to go sit back down.

Sara has tears in her eyes, “I can’t allow you to leave. We made an agreement for you to stay. I’m married to a child, and it will take the three of us and his mother to raise him and all the children on the way. Last night was our first shot at getting Phoebe pregnant. In two weeks, I will be in my prime to get pregnant. Soon this place will be running amuck with little Steve’s and Steve inspired children.

“I’ve come to terms with you and Phoebe. I understand your love for him, his love for you and his need and love for me. He has proved himself to me over and over. He is consistent in his actions, even if they are weird at times. I’ll expect more from you in the future. Counting him out was a huge mistake. You almost killed him. I won’t allow that to happen again.”

Now Sara is motherly and sympathetic, “When I was pregnant, my needs increased. Your body is different and may not have the same needs. You’ve been through enough stress. If there is anything you need, or you need it more often, just let me know. I freely offer this because when I get pregnant along with Phoebe, you may go dry for a while. I also offer this because I’ve seen your love. I know the pain you have endured. I’ll do everything in my power to help save your baby and you. You are welcome here.”

Beth slowly gets up; tears are in her eyes. She walks to Sara, who gets up, and they embrace each other. Beth lets out all her pain and anguish. Sara pats her on the back.

Sara smiles, “Would you like to help put our child to sleep.”

Beth looks around, “I haven’t met Daniel yet, where is he?”

I answer, “He was with Bill’s sister, probably with mom now. I think Sara was referring to me. I’m dead tired. Hungry, too, but tired.”

Sara instructs us, “Get him to bed. He needs sleep. I’m going to make something for dinner, and I will be up later. Phoebe and I will look at houses and architects before going to bed.”

Beth, me, paper, and pen all go up to bed. As I start to undress, my hands are slapped by Beth. She wants to do it. She slowly unbuttons my shirt as I slip off my shoes and socks. No way she is bending over for that. She removes my belt with one swift pull, unbuttons my pants, and pulls them halfway down. Gravity takes it from there. Her first attempt at removing my boxers, she mises and grabs ahold of my cock.

She strokes me a few times and then takes off my boxers. I am shoved into the center of the bed. She moans after getting into bed after stripping naked herself. I realize she has almost no clothes here. She places my hand on afyon escort her breast and seems to relax. I move it to her belly and start rubbing it.

I whisper in her ear, “I love you and our baby. Sara, Phoebe, and mom will treat her or him as if it is mine because we will all be raising our child.”

I feel tears dropping on my arm as I drift rapidly to sleep.

Chapter 26 – Hypnotized

Eight weeks have gone by, and Beth can now talk. We go out for dinner, and Beth is making up for lost time, non-stop talking to the point we are all smiling at her. Phoebe and Sara are both confirmed pregnant, Beth is six weeks away from delivery. They compare notes on their feelings and emotions. I sit quiet, not much I can add to this conversation. I am bored. I play with my food to amuse myself. I soon notice they are calm and staring at me. Oooops. I set my fork down and try to hide.

Sara is not amused; Beth and Phoebe are. They start to giggle, and eventually, Sara does too, shaking her head.

Sara says, “I think we need a role play night again. The last one was a lot of fun.”

I think yes, it was fun until I ended up in the hospital.

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All four of us are up in the bedroom.

Sara asks me, “Last time you said you had two ideas, what is the second one?”

I smile and then say, “Sara, you are my girlfriend. I’m a quiet, shy guy. Your two best friends are inexperienced with men, you have been using me for months and are very experienced. Beth and Phoebe, you will start in the closet. I don’t know you are here.” They smile and hide in the closet.

I whisper to Sara as I am getting in the bed, shoes off, clothes on, “You hypnotized me. I’ll follow only your commands, and I follow them literally. If the command is vague, I do nothing. I can talk if asked a question, and you will get a truthful answer. You say ‘sleep’ or ‘wake,’ and that puts me under and brings me back. I will not hurt myself or do other things I am violently opposed to. Right now, I’m awake.”

I yell, “Action!”

Sara immediately says, “Sleep.”

I don’t move, and my eyes close.

Sara walks to the closet and lets her ‘friends’ into the bedroom. They follow close behind her.

Sara sounds excited, “I did it. I really did it.”

Beth asks Sara, “What did you do?”

Sara boasts, “I have been studying psychology, I hypnotized my boyfriend. He’s our slave … to a point. He only listens to me, he can talk and answer questions. He’ll always answer truthfully. He follows directions like a robot, literally. If he can’t do something or doesn’t understand or is confused by the request, he will do nothing. He won’t hurt himself or do anything illegal or against his internal ethics.”

Beth starts off immediately, “After I got a boyfriend, were you really trying to die when you went fishing and hunting?” No answer. Sara asks the same question.

I reply in a monotone voice, “Yes.”

Phoebe asks, “Is there any chance you will ever forgive mom?” I am silent.

Sara instructs me, “You will answer questions from Beth and Phoebe as if they were from me.”

Phoebe asks, “Is there a chance you will ever forgive mom?”

I answer, “There is A chance.”

Sara asks, “How many more women could join this club we have here of sharing you?”

I answer, “Two.”

Sara looks unhappy, “Who are they, what are the odds, and then explain why you think so?”

I reply in a monotone voice, “Jenny. Unknown odds. Don’t know the status of her marriage. All signs point to a happy marriage. Julia. 0.000001%. We are good friends. It would take a catastrophic life-changing event to make her want to change her lifestyle.”

Beth asks, “Are there any guys you like sexually or would experiment with?”

I answer, “No.”

Phoebe asks, “If one of us got a boyfriend, could we still share you?”

I answer, “No, it’s not fair to the other man. If it’s Phoebe or Beth, I’d be happy for you. If Sara got a boyfriend, it would instantly kill our marriage, zero chance of recovery.”

Beth asks, “When did you know you loved me?”

I answer, “When I found out why you were on my doorstep freezing to death.”

Sara asks, “When did you know you loved me?”

I don’t answer.

Sara looks sad, “Why don’t you answer?

I reply, “I didn’t fall in love with you on a specific date.”

Sara presses on, “How did you fall in love with me?”

I reply, “It happened gradually as you saved my life by sleeping with me.”

Sara says, “But we didn’t have sex for several months.”

It’s not a question, I don’t respond.

Sara asks, “How can you fall in love without having sex?”

I reply, “I could feel your love for me. It was genuine and beautiful. That was enough.”

Beth asks, “At one time you said you feared women, they had caused you too much pain, so you avoided them. Have you progressed since, and how or why not?”

I answer, “I have progressed but still have trust issues and confidence issues.”

Sara aydın escort asks, “Confidence issues? Please explain.”

I answer, “Not long ago, you asked about other men. It wasn’t fair I got other women, and you didn’t get other men. You are correct, it isn’t fair. It scared the hell out of me for no rational reason. All I could think of is me tied up and you screwing another guy in front of me or me coming home, finding you in bed with another man. Days like that, I feel you are better off without me.”

Beth asks, “Then how can you love me? I screwed another guy for several years.”

I really don’t want to answer this question. I hang my head and have a tear in my eye, “It hurts. I don’t know how to cope with it. Part of me wants to protect you because you need it. Part of me still loves you very much. Part of me can’t get the image of me tied up and you screwing another man out of my head.”

Phoebe quickly asks, “Are you in danger of doing anything stupid?”

I can’t answer that.

Phoebe is frustrated, Sara asks, “Why can’t you answer the last question?”

I answer, “A truthful answer would be misleading.”

Beth tries, “Please explain how, in this case, a truthful answer can be misleading.”

I reply, “The question was, am I in danger of doing something stupid? The answer is yes. I am always in danger of doing something stupid. However, in context that makes it seem like I’m going to do something stupid imminently. That’s not the case. I’m capable, but I am trying to resist. Sometimes I just can’t help myself, it’s fun.”

Phoebe asks, “What sex kinks or acts do you hate?”

I answer, “Gay, receiving pain, scat, strangers, performing voyeurism, and having my nuts crushed.

Beth questions me, “What’s wrong with voyeurism?”

I reply, “It reminds me of being in court and in the jail cells. Exposed for the world to see me.”

Phoebe says, “I never knew that. Wow, I would have had you at least in the windows tonight.”

Sara asks, “Would you do any of that stuff for us if we asked you?”

I sadly answer, “Yes.”

Phoebe asks, “Aren’t you hypocritical by beating me and not wanting to be beaten?”

I reply, “No.”

Phoebe looks mad, “How can you say that?”

I reply, “I don’t enjoy causing you pain. I do it only because you love it.”

Sara asks, “What’s wrong with having sex with strangers?”

I reply, “Strangers have always hurt me and taken away the people I love. I lost all my girlfriends to fucking a friend or strangers. I’m also overly possessive.”

Sara says, “Ok, that makes sense now, I think I better understand him. Steve, I want you to strip my friends. Force them if needed.”

I get out of bed, Phoebe and Beth are still standing in the middle of the room. I walk up in front of Beth and begin unbuttoning her blouse. I never look into her eyes, I stare at her shirt. I unbutton her shorts and then unzip the shorts. I walk behind her and pull the shorts and panties down in one fluid motion. I unsnap the bra, and it drops to the ground.

Phoebe is more manageable; I pull the dress off over her head; she is naked now. That was very thoughtful of her. Sara sits on the edge of the bed and leans back.

Sara instructs me, “Eat my pussy to orgasm. Then repeat for Beth and Phoebe.”

I get in front of Sara and slip my tongue into her pussy and start licking her lips. I do full-length licks, top to bottom. Outside first and then inside. This is probably the worst job I have ever done. I act like a robot, there is no emotion. Beth senses the issue and offers a suggestion.

Beth seems bored, “May I suggest a new command? He seems like a robot. With no feelings, he sucks. How about programming him with the desire to please us in anything we want. Pleasing us makes him happier.”

Sara tells me, “Steve, stop. When you wake up, you will crave pleasuring us. You will eagerly do anything we ask of you. As you please us, you’ll feel better. Wake!”

I am my usual self now, “Oh hi Beth and Phoebe. Holy shit, you three are naked. Awesome! Grrrrrr.”

Sara orders me, “Steve, eat my pussy to orgasm. When done, do Beth and then Phoebe.”

Now I am much more myself and am eager to please all three. She only asked for one orgasm, I use all my tricks. Luckily, they’re horny already. No doubt thinking of things to do to me. It only takes two fingers and a few licks to get Sara off. I practically stuck my tongue in Beth, and she orgasmed, it’s been a while for her, that was expected. I work hard to get Phoebe off. In the end, my stubble on her thighs and across her lips set her off. Typically, the humming gets her off, not today.

Sara says to me, “Go sit in the shower and then lean back on your hands behind yourself.”

I walk into the shower eagerly, sit my ass on the tile, lean back, and put my arms straight back behind me with my hands-on the tile. This is a comfortable position. Sara comes into the shower and stands in front of me. She then steps forward, ağrı escort so she is right over my cock. With hands-on the wall for balance, she relieves herself on me.

I force myself to sound happy and say, “Cool, that feels … wonderful.”

Beth puts her pussy up on my neck, and she relieves herself on me. Sara aims higher and hits my face. Phoebe comes in, reaches down for a foot, and raises it up and the leg connected to it. She puts several toes into her pussy and then releases a steady stream. The yellow flow goes down my foot, down my leg, and into my groin, before going down the drain. She is excited to see the stream.

When they finish, we all take a shower. Phoebe goes into the suitcase and pulls out the strap-on cock. Oh shit.

I say, “Oh cool, some anal action. I love anal pounding.”

Three pillows are placed on the bed, and I put my groin on the pillows and spread wide my legs. This is going to suck so bad. Phoebe lubes me and the cock well. No warm-up or going slow, she thrusts forward and into me with one thrust. I have never treated a woman like that.

I scream out in pain and then say very unenthusiastically, “Oh great, I love this so much.”

They giggle at me. Sara checks on me. I must have looked dreadful, she sat in front of me and coddled my head. She told me she loved me, and she is the happiest woman in the world. She looked sad at my condition. I tried to put on a smiling face as I grimace with each thrust from Phoebe. She went at it a while and seemed to be having fun. I can only guess that Sara shot her a look because Phoebe suddenly stops.

Lucky for me, Beth wants a try.

Before she can shove it in me, Sara says, “Go easy on him. Ease it in, like he did you your first time.”

I hear Phoebe say, “Oh shit,” to Sara’s comment.

Beth went in easier, and it wasn’t nearly as painful. I can’t say I enjoyed it, and I won’t say I hated it either. She was soft and gentle, I hope she is enjoying this. Sara seems happier now that I am not in pain. I really appreciate her looking out for me. Phoebe comes over next to Sara, she looks like she is ready to cry. She puts her arms out for me and holds my head tight to her. She sniffles.

Phoebe whispers in my ear, “You can’t believe how sorry I am for hurting you. You have always been so gentle with me and others, I never knew why. Sara made me realize I showed you no mercy or compassion when entering you. I’m so sorry.”

She holds me tight and cries in my hair. Beth has no clue what’s wrong with Phoebe, she slows to a stop with the cock buried in me.

Beth starts unstrapping herself from the false cock and says to Sara, “He doesn’t like rear entry much, I left it in, so you could go easy on him.”

Sara says with a smile, “I’ve had my fun with those, it doesn’t do much for me. I’ll pass, pull it out. Steve, stay right there. No, rotate 45 degrees. I want you near the edge of the bed. You must answer for your deeds.”

I don’t like the sound of that, yet I say with a positive attitude, “Oh cool, I like this position.” Pure acting on that line.

Sara says to me, “For going hunting for killer sharks!” Whack! She spanks my right cheek hard, and it hurts.

Beth says to me, “For dumping me at Christmas!” Whack! I whimper as she spanks my left cheek.

Phoebe seethes at me, “For ignoring me for all those years!” Whack! I cry out as she spanks my right cheek.

Sara says to me, “For climbing those mountains!” Whack! She spanks my left cheek.

Beth reaches back, Whack! “For dumping Jenny on Christmas!”

Phoebe says to me, “For dumping me on the sex island!” Whack! I scream in pain.

Sara says to me with venom on her breath, “For making me share you!” Whack! I scream the loudest for that one. She used all her strength.

I have tears running down my face. I have done some horrible things to these women. I deserve this. No, I deserve worse.

The room is silent for a moment, and we hear a click at the door. Then the door explodes open, and Anthony is standing in the doorframe. His face is red, his veins are popping from his head, he looks ready to kill someone. Two giant steps, and he is between the girls and me.

Anthony shouts, “Enough of this bullshit! Let me give you some fucking good reasons to beat the shit out of this guy! Sara, would you be married to a billionaire right now if this asshole didn’t give you a job? A job you had no business getting. You could have been homeless and selling your body on the streets. The night at the bar in Miami, the boat trip after, your first child. Does any of that happen without him? What an ungrateful little bitch you are.”

He directs his anger at Phoebe now, “Phoebe, oh yes, the woman whose friend started his miserable existence in life. I guarantee you’d be dead without his help when hiking out west. How would you like those college bills back and have to pay rent? How was sex back in college? What if that was the best you ever got?”

Now he zeroes in on Beth, “Beth, you disgust me. You should also be dead right now. Possibly twice. Certainly, your child would be in a coffin right now if not for this horrible man. He bought the hospital a new machine so they could fix your jaw correctly. In college, he tested your love, and in less than a month, you threw it in his face.”

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