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Susan had just been blackmailed into sucking her brothers cock on cam. She thought it would only be seen by her blackmailer, but it turned out he’d given the password to every bloke in the chatroom. She should be feeling angry & upset. Strangely, though, she felt a sort of pride that such a great performance was seen by so many. It deserved to be shared.

‘Are you going to leave me alone now?’, she asked her blackmailer, English_Hunk.

‘For today, I think, so,’ he replied.

Her shoulders slumped. This hadn’t ended at all.

‘See you at the same time tomorrow on here.’

‘But I have plans,’ she said.

‘I’m sure you can make arrangements.’

It was a feeble attempt. She hadn’t really had any plans.

The next day seemed to pass incredibly slowly. She avoided her brother in the morning, leaving early before he got up. She kept wondering if anyone from school had seen her on cam last night. Either time. (She’d previously fingered herself to orgasm in front of the whole chatroom.)

The day passed without event, though. Part of her was dreading what was going to happen that night, but another part of her got incredibly turned on at the thought of doing something wicked & naughty. She was secretly enjoying the fact that she was being forced to do something against her will. In a bizarre kind of way, she felt it took away the responsibility of it from her. She felt herself getting gradually more & more turned on all day. God, she really was a fuckslut, she realised. She should be feeling guilty.

She even thought about giving Geoff another blowjob, or even asking him to fuck her. No! That was wrong. It wouldn’t happen again. But another part of her brain was telling her that he didn’t seem to mind. It was just sez, after all. She was a conflict of emotions.

Finally the time came for her next session with her blackmailer. She’d taken a long relaxing bath. She also fingered herself to a small orgasm. Fingers were no substitute for the real thing, though. Hopefully she might have more of the real thing soon. She found herself checking her make up & hair in the mirror. Well, she might as well look her best. She dressed in a short, sexy skirt, without knickers.

As soon as she logged in, she had a private message (PM), from English_Hunk. ‘Glad to see you could make it.’

‘Well, I didn’t have much choice.’ Even if she was secretly enjoying this, she couldn’t let him know that.

‘There’s no need to feel like that. I’m just helping you do things you secretly wanted to do, but didn’t have the guts to.’

‘Whatever.’

‘I hear that your Mum has been feeling frustrated lately.’ How did he know that?

‘I don’t know what you’re talking about.’ That gümüşhane escort was a lie. Her Mum had confessed to her recently that her Dad seemed to be paying a lot less attention to her lately. They hadn’t had sex more than 5 times in the last 6 months. ‘What do you want me to do about it anyway?’ As soon as she pressed enter, she knew she’d made a mistake. Not that it would make any difference in the long run.

‘I’m glad to see you’re thinking along those lines. Since you asked, I want you to lick her til she cums. On cam obviously.’

‘How the fuck am I supposed to do that?’ She realised she wasn’t even protesting.

‘I’m sure you’re more than capable of coming up with something. You seemed to manage just fine last night.’

‘But my mother! I don’t even like women!’

‘Now, now. No-one is completely straight. There’s a first time for everything.’ This wasn’t fun anymore. Just when she was beginning to enjoy being told what to do, he came up with this idea.

‘I hate you, you bastard.’

‘There’s no need to be like that. I just want you to help your mother out. It’ll all work out, you’ll see.’ How could he be so relaxed about it? How could she get out of it, more to the point? She thought fast, but could see no way around it. She was going to have to comply with the sick bastard again.

How was she going to achieve it? Drink would be a good start. ‘Maybe if I get drunk with Mum, this time,’ she thought to herself.

Her Dad was in his office with the door closed as usual. He was always working late these days. She found Mum in the lounge. ‘Hey Mum, fancy a drink with me?’

Her Mum looked up at her. She looked like she was close to tears. She could clearly do with the company. She was already drinking, by the looks of things. ‘Oh, sure dear. I’ve got a few bottles of red wine in the cupboard.’

‘I may have borrowed one of those last night,’ Susan blushed & bit her lip. Her Mum just smiled at her. Susan said, ‘come on, let’s grab a couple & go up to my room. We can have a girl chat.’ She didn’t want her to suggest drinking downstairs.

‘Sounds great.’ Her Mum seemed to be glad for the company.

Susan had left her cam on, but in private. Hopefully this one wouldn’t be shared this time.

They talked for maybe an hour, with both of them getting quite drunk. When her Mum started crying, Susan had comforted her. With a little prompting, she told Susan how much she missed sex with Peter, (her husband & Susan’s Dad). When she started going into graphic details, Susan said she didn’t need to know that much. They both smiled & looked into each other’s eyes.

‘Mum, I want to help you.’

‘You hatay escort already have, dear.’

‘No, not like that.’ Her Mum was confused. ‘Just relax & lie back. I want to make you feel good.’

Luckily her Mum was quite hammered by this point & would agree to do anything. She just had to make sure she didn’t pass out before she made her cum.

Susan looked at her Mum lying on the edge of the bed. She looked up at the camera. The angle should be ok. She lifted her Mum’s skirt. Her Mum was wearing very unsexy granny pants. She’d have to change that if she was going to persuade her husband to want to have sex with her. She sighed. Poor Mum. English_Hunk was right. She did deserve to cum.

She reached under her Mum’s small bum, (petiteness seemed to run in the female side of the family, thank god, she thought.) After a struggle with little help from her Mum, Susan managed to get her knickers off & pooled around her feet. It was the first time she’d seen another woman naked, (other than the girl’s cloakroom), since, well, her Mum, when she was young. It became clear immediately that her Mum didn’t shave much down there!

She found herself comparing her own pussy to her Mum’s. If she wasn’t being watched, she’d be tempted to get naked herself, to have a better comparison. Back to the job in hand, though.

She was down on her knees between her Mum’s thighs, now. Her Mum hadn’t said anything since she’d stripped her down & probably wasn’t even aware of it. Susan leaned in with both hands & gently parted her Mum’s pubic hairs. Now visible, her Mum had a beautiful pussy, she decided.

She found her Mum’s clit with her right thumb & started rubbing it gently. She soon got a reaction, as her Mum started grinding her hips & groaning softly. Might as well kiss it, then, she thought to herself. As she leaned in, she could smell her Mum’s musk. She must have already been horny, she thought to herself. She smells different, somehow to me, Susan thought.

She gently kissed her Mum’s outer lips. This was such a new sensation for her. She’d always thought that she was completely straight. Dicks were so much fun. Why would I ever need a pussy? Now she was forced to face her fears, it wasn’t so bad after all.

She licked from bottom to top with the whole of her tongue. Yeah, definitely not so bad. Her Mum tasted kind of nice, too. This was weird. In the space of 24 hours, she’d tasted her brother & her Mum! She would’ve expected herself to panic, but instead, she just wanted more.

With her Mum’s hips humping up into her face, she stuck her tongue as deeply as it would go into her pussy. She started lapping up her Mum’s already ısparta escort copious juices. ‘Mmmm’, she said aloud. She no longer cared if her Mum knew she was enjoying this. She decided she wanted to make her Mum cum hard, so she moved up to her clit, & clamped her lips on it, sucking hard. This got a reaction from her Mum. She felt her hands pushing her face down on her pussy. That was ok, though. She was enjoying being forced to suck, much the same as she had with her brother.

Susan was feeling really horny herself, too, by this point. So she reached underneath herself with her left hand, to start rubbing her clit. She’d not worn any knickers today & now she remembered why: so much easier to play with yourself. She wasn’t much behind her Mum. She could tell her Mum was going to cum soon.

All of a sudden, she felt something rubbing against her bum. She hadn’t noticed, but someone had lifted her skirt, leaving it to rest on her back & exposing her completely. She wanted to see what was going on, as she was starting to get worried now. But her Mum wouldn’t release her head from her grasp.

Then she felt a blunt instrument penetrate her deeply. She grunted from the sudden intrusion & had to catch her breath. It was clearly a cock & a huge one at that. Under normal circumstances, she would be loving having a huge cock in her pussy. Lord knows it had been too long by far! This was hardly a normal situation, though. She didn’t know who it was & was panicking. She still couldn’t turn her head, though.

The cock was now ploughing into her furrow at a rate of knots. She could feel a huge pair of balls slapping against her on each stroke. That felt nice. She went back to the job in hand, or in mouth, rather. She started sucking her Mum’s clit harder than before. She was determined to make her cum, so she could be released from her grip & look to see who was giving her such a delicious fucking. After all, she’d want to thank them for it!

She couldn’t remember ever being fucked like this. This monster cock was reaching new depths even she didn’t realise existed! She could get very used to this. Well, maybe not the pussy licking, but definitely being ripped in two by such a wonderful pussy fucker.

The motion in her pussy was speeding up. Then it slowed to a stop. She could feel the cock expanding. Then she felt the white hot explosion coating her insides. So fucking sexy! It was too much for her now. She came wildly. She couldn’t move much, though, as she was pinned down at both ends, like a trapped butterfly. She still shuddered her way through it. The cock in her pussy carried on spurting for at least a minute. Each pulse triggering another mini-orgasm. While she was cumming, she was dimly aware of her mother’s cum as well. Her face was getting soaked by all the juices. Susan didn’t care right now, though, as she closed her eyes, savouring the moment.

When she re-opened them, slowly, the pressure on her head was gone, as was the cock from her pussy. She turned round, but there was no-one there. Who had given her such wild pleasure?

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She took control and did that seat me in the bidet and took the hair trimmer.

– Only I go for trimming it in order that it become more natural and also in this way not sting you when it revert to growing.

The hair trimmer got on number 3 and she placed herself on one’s knees among my legs. The short dressing gown had opened completely showing up that delicious body. Her belly was smooth and clear-cut, leaving to see her recently vagina shaven, humid and brilliant for the excitation. She was giving passages with the machine avoiding to touch my penis, but once in a while her hands were rubbing my penis’s base and contact was electrifying. She was trying dissimulating standing up to set apart her long black hair, because it was displaced to the face time after time. Then smile to me mischievously and she was returning to the work.

She finished trimming with a pliable and she stayed looking at my penis as it were a work of art.

– now then, I think that finally I will shave your testicles. do You want baby?

– sure, What your want to.

My penis was so hard than it was beating and my testicles were completely contracted. My girlfriend was having to pull the scrotum to tighten the skin before soaping me and shaving me. In a moment my girlfriend closed round my penis’s base with the escort taksim hand and I pull down disclosing my glans and she continued shaving, but with my penis well caught. My pre-seminal liquid was spillling over slowly from the tip my penis and it was falling for the trunk. Although I could not see it, I was sure that it already should have been staining my girlfriend’s little fingers. Certainly she would feel its heat and its viscosity, but she was going on as if nothing had happened. Only she released the penis to shave also the base, and really it was looking like y penis to be a inch more long.

– I have finished, but now I have to give you some moisturizing cream

She spread her hands with the cream and began to caress me sweetly. Beginning for the base and going up slowly. She disclosed the glans and passed the fingertips for the glans’s crown; Doing that all my body get full of cold fire, never nothing had felt seemed.

– OH love!. I have cut you shaving your testicles.

In my scrotum it was a thread of blood, so little that I had not felt the cut. My bride closed the eyes and one of my testicles got inside her mouth. Her thick lips and sensual sipped it as it were an orange section. Once within her mouth she sucked it strongly and escort çapa he caressed it with the tongue’s tip. I Never believed that I have so much sensibility in the testicles, was a completely different sensation. My girlfriend was keeping being with closed eyes and with a face of vicious incredible. She opened her mouth, but only to catch the another testicle and to lick both at the same time. Her hand had returned to take possession of my penis but now she was masturbating of form unmasked although with a very slow rhythm, as if she do it unknowingly.

Her mouth was bringing near dangerously to my penis’s tip. I could feel her respiration on my glans, while she was keeping on masturbating. It was a sweet torture that was doing me lose control.

Surprisingly she stuck out her tongue to give a lick to the seminal liquid that was dripping from the glans’s tip. Hardening the tongue’s tip, she rubbed the glans’s border, my more sensitive zone. I had to close eyes and to do an effort to no ejaculate at the moment, because the semen was boiling within my testicles swollen by the excitation.

To this perverse woman liked very much playing with my penis. Using the fingernails to scratch my scrotum softly, while she was passing the tongue from the base of escort şişli the penis to the glans. And when I was believing and desiring that she get stung with it completely in the mouth, she was returning to come down from the trunk for a side, suctioning with the lips and nibbling lightly, while she was rubbing her cheeks for my penis’s warm skin.

If she was delaying a pair second I would become completely crazy. She took pity on me and at last she swallowed slowly my glans. The inside of her mouth was like ardent velvet. Her teeth were softly scratching the glans’s borders, while her serpent’s tongue was embodying it of an incredible form.

And when I was thinking that no could be better, she defeated me one more time, beginning to suck in reality. Going up and down with a rhythm and a hellishly slow cadence. Under pressure my penis among the tongue and the palate. She was having to open the mouth completely to be able to swallow my heavy penis and the saliva mixed with the liquid pre-seminal, she was escaping for the commissures of her lips.

Orgasm was beginning to climb my spinal column, with that dull vibration that does to tremble all my body. The semen was just in time to go out of my balls, that she was catching firmly with one of her hands. And a second before I ejaculate a sea of semen; She stopped short. She looked at me with coquettish face and she ran out to the bedroom.

During a moment could not have reacted before catching her up and depositing her on the bed. I was upon her looking at her directly to the eyes, while my erect penis was rubbing its thighs. Would be a very pleasurable revenge…

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I drove home from college when my mom called me.

“How did the meeting go?”

She was referring to my English tutor, who I had review my paper, although a bit too late.

She instantly went where I thought she would.

“It’s so late in the semester already, you should’ve seen her earlier!” Her voice became high pitched as it usually does when she’s angry.

“I’ll be home soon.”

She started lecturing me again but I was preoccupied. I was in such a rush to get home. The meeting went well-both academically and for other reasons. Gave me a lot to think about. I only met this tutor once but I could tell I liked her.

——————————————————

“You should have a comma right here and this next sentence doesn’t need to be here” mrs. shullete said sternly, marking on my paper.

She was sitting across from me, looking down at my work.

I would have been at least a little annoyed at all the criticism if I wasn’t so distracted by her loose fitting blouse. She couldn’t have been less than 35, but that didn’t stop me from reacting. Besides I liked older women, ever since I was a teenager.

I’d been in a dry spell for a year or so now since I commute from home. Since bringing over girls to my parents place is too much work so I just focused on school instead.

Except for now.

“Look at the paper.” She said. She didn’t look but knew exactly what I was doing.

Replaying it in my head only made me harder as I pulled up the driveway. Luckily it was night time so I could go right to my room.

I entered the house and ran upstairs. Annoyed, i heard the familiar nagging:

“Can I talk to you a minute?”

It was obvious who it was coming from.

“I’m here, come in”

The voice was coming from her room, but I didn’t göztepe escort find her once I came in.

A thought occurred to me: a bad one.

I followed it and turned my head to the connecting door to the bathroom in the far back wall.

Why would she ask to talk if she’s…

“Umm…should I come in…”

“I’m just finishing up, you can talk to me once I’m out.”

She laughed. Reminding me she was normal. And this wasn’t a porn.

“unless you want to see your mother naked?” She added in a snide remark.

“Ok” I said, feeling stupid. “I’ll talk to you later.”

As soon as I said it, I realized what that meant. She’d rush into my room and interrupt me…

I had a plan “I’m going to bed. Can we talk tomorrow?”

I didn’t hear an answer as the shower was back on.

I finally made it to my room, proud of myself for finding a solution.

I stripped and began searching for videos on my phone. My dick was as hard as a rock now. I turned off the lights, using the brightness of my phone see what I was watching

“Oh my goodness!!”

I saw my moms silhouette by my door in her robe. “I’m sorry I thought you wanted to talk tonight…”

She didn’t hear me. I’m such an idiot.

“Sorry i didn’t know you were going to sleep. I was in a rush to know how the meeting went” she looked like it too, the robe looked clumsily thrown on like the first thing on her mind after showering was seeing me. The darkness worked! I was proud of myself for hiding it better this time. She thought I was just sleeping!

“I’m busy…can we do this another time…” I said in a groggy voice.

She turned to leave initially but…

“Actually no this is important. You’re in çorlu escort danger of failing school!”

She turned to me and walked right towards my bed.

Please don’t sit down, Please don’t sit down.

It was too late. On the bright side, she couldn’t see I was naked. I just prayed to god she didn’t touch me.

She was so close to my limp dick, my mind was going haywire. Thank god she couldn’t see. I just needed to wait for her to move so I could move it under the covers.

“Okay so what do you want to talk about?” I asked nervously.

“First I’ll just get the lights” I knew it was my chance to get under the covers without her noticing.

As she turned to leave, she accidentally brushed her hand across my abdomen.

We both paused…

I’m guessing curiosity got the best of her. She moved her hand downward until she felt…

“Oh “she said as she recoiled her hand. Her face became red, I’m assuming. It would turn out I’d be right in a second.

I had a terrified look on my face, although she couldn’t see it.

“You better not be…” she scolded as the realization of what I was doing struck her.

The lights came on quicker than I could react.

There I was. Laying on my bed with my limp dick and a bowl of lube by me. Frozen in fear and embarrassment, I pulled up the covers. But only after she got a good look. I could feel her judgment. It was like I was a kid again.

“Oh I guess this explains your grades” she sent a dagger through my chest with those words. I always was self conscious about my poor academic performance.

At this point I just wanted her to leave and turn the lights out.

After a long silence, she spoke: I really wanted to talk to ümraniye escort you tonight but I can see you had other plans…

“We can just please turn off the lights.” I just said it as a response to the guilt trip. She is my mom after all.

I heard the click and my eyes readjusted to the darkness.

I felt the bed lower again as she plopped down beside me.

“This happened once before” she snapped at me. “You’re still acting like your 16! Is this what you do instead of studying-”

I think she should have known not to sit next to me again but I guess she wanted to torture me.

“I’m sorry can we just talk about school?”

“Don’t interrupt me!”

“Okay can u let me get dressed?”

“I’m just saying you do this a lot for your age…”

“Ok just let me get some boxers!” I cut her off without think, making her even angrier.

“Can u let me…”

“Just get out of my room for a minute so I can-” I exploded.

She tried to slap me tho get me to shut up. But only she touched something instead…

It wasn’t just a brush this time. I don’t know if she instinctively felt bad for touching trying to slap me right afterwards and tried to make sure i wasn’t hurt, as mothers do—but I definitely felt her fingers wrap around it.

I wasn’t mad anymore. I couldn’t be anything but in shock.

If this was a tactic to calm me down, it worked. We both froze. I quickly disregarded that thought. She’s not the type to grab her sons dick. This wasn’t a Porno, I reminded myself. She was just as embarrassed as I was.

A slap, followed by basic maternal instinct: I was sure.

That had to be it. It couldn’t have been anything else.

It would’ve grown in her hand, given more time.

But the whole thing only lasted for half a second before she removed her hand when she realized what she did. She recoiled so quickly that i doubted the sensation was even real. My dick didn’t even have time to react.

We both didn’t say anything for the longest time.

“Sorry.”

She left the room.

I had a feeling we weren’t going to talk tomorrow.

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It was quite late on a Friday night, and I was still in the office. While I had finally completed my work for the week and filed the last of the innumerable reports, I was just too mentally exhausted to try to drive home, which meant that I needed to go to the break room for coffee and allow it time to reinvigorate my mind.

Slowly, I trudged to the coffeemaker, waited, and trudged back to my small office. I figured I could at least enjoy the view of the city, so I turned off the lights, leaving the laptop as the lone source of illumination within those four walls.

After several sips, I sat in the chair, sighing wearily and looking off into the distance at the many vehicles on the elevated highway. Slowly, my attention drew closer to the office building, across the vast plethora of homes to a major street’s shops and restaurants and gas stations to yet more homes to the school immediately before the building. From there, my gaze shifted toward downtown.

…and my jaw dropped.

On the twelfth floor of an office building on escort topkapı the opposite corner of the intersection far below, I saw an man leaning back in his chair while a naked woman knelt before him. I knew that such situations occurred in office buildings at night, but had never expected that I would see it happen. Whenever I had heard stories of these events taking place, the participants always took care to close the blinds first or to at least turn off the lights. In this case, however, the lights in the office were indeed on, and the blinds were indeed open. Since the building’s windows were not tinted and were not one-way mirrors, I had a wonderful view as the man lifted up from his chair just enough for the nude woman to remove his slacks; she had apparently already removed his shoes and possibly his socks before I had spotted them.

Curious as to what would happen in the office, I felt my mind coming to life. The coffee in my hand was practically forgotten as I watched the woman lean escort güngören forward again and position the man’s erection so that her head could dip forward and allow her to easily ingest him. The way his head suddenly tipped back with his lips parted, it was clear that he enjoyed what the woman was doing.

I took another sip of coffee, then purposely set it down on my desk. I was enthralled with the woman, with the vigor with which her head bobbed back and forth, with the fact that her hands were constantly touching him and were always in motion. While I had enjoyed some good fellatio in my time, I had never been blessed with having such a spirited woman pleasuring me orally, and it was clear that she thoroughly enjoyed having him in her mouth – it was almost as if she truly lived for such moments.

He was a lucky man indeed, and given the gentle way he caressed her cheeks and held her hair out of her way, he seemed to know exactly how lucky he was. I could just barely see his lips moving, escort güneşli and I wished I could hear what he was saying – almost certainly, he was praising her skills and her performance and heightening her own enjoyment of the moment with his words.

Perhaps not surprisingly, I found my hand rubbing at the front of my slacks. I wished that she could have been servicing me instead.

And then, he seized the woman’s head, guiding her movements with greater speed, his head tipped back and his mouth wide open as he rocked into her open mouth, and then finally, they both were incredibly still as his orgasm rocketed through his length and was fired directly into her mouth. She clutched the man’s thighs as if she was a drowning swimmer clinging desperately to floating debris.

He sagged at last, his hands slipping from her hair and falling limp at his sides. They were both breathing hard, her respiration made all the more prominent by her heavy breasts as she sat back on her heels.

I watched a little longer, but just as I was about to turn back to my coffee, I noticed the woman finally stand. The man remained in his chair, but he reached into a drawer of the desk, which surprised me greatly in this situation.

…until I saw him retrieve a file and, without even looking at the contents, hand it to the woman.

And that was how the intrigue truly began.

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I suppose I’d always been a daddy’s girl. We were very close even when I was a little girl, and stayed that way when I grew into young womanhood. But even when I started to notice boys, I never really saw him in a sexual way. Not until one night in the woods; one night that changed everything.

Every summer, the three of us- Mom, Dad, and me- took a camping trip to Yosemite. I always looked forward to it. We all did. We would roast marshmallows and hot dogs, tell scary stories around a cracking fires and wander along paths both beaten and discovered. It was a magical time of the year, which was why it was so heart-breaking when Mom told us that she couldn’t come. She had to travel for some conference, and would have to miss out. But we had reservations that couldn’t be canceled, so it would just be me and Daddy this year. Oh, well- life goes on.

The time until my final summer vacation of high school passed agonizingly slow. I finished my finals and said goodbye to friends that I probably wouldn’t ever see again. But the wait was worthwhile; finally, Daddy and I were packing the car for the long drive to the magical forest. As we drove, we talked on a much deeper level than we ever had before- something that I attributed to my new-found adulthood.

“So, Brooke,” he began, pausing to take another long pull from his soda. He did that when he was nervous; he’d start a conversation and then immediately interrupt himself with something or another. “Any boys in the picture I should know about? Do I need to get a shotgun?” he laughed.

I rolled my eyes. “No daddy,” I giggled. It was true, there really wasn’t anyone- at the moment, anyway. Although I was certainly attractive by any standard, and although I had plenty of attention from the boys at school, I never really had an interest in any of them. They were too immature, I guess. So, as a result, I never really had the opportunity to explore my developing sexuality the way that some of my friends had. But I figured that was what college was for, and I was looking forward to breaking loose with an older crowd.

He dropped the subject, and we talked about other things until we finally arrived at the campsite. It didn’t take long to set up, and the rest of the day was dedicated to play. We hiked a bit before roasting hot dogs over a fire for an early dinner, then topped off the day with swimming at an isolated spot in the river. But there was something different this time- something about the way he looked at me. It made me a little bit self-conscious, but excited me all the same. It was as though he was seeing me as a woman, wearing an admittedly revealing bikini, rather than as his little girl. I couldn’t help it; I began accenting my movements just a little bit, inviting his attention without being too obvious about it. Pausing just a moment too long with my arms high above my head, ready for a dive… Positioning my body to allow him to look at my ass when I climbed on the rocks… Bending at the waist to look at the rocks in the water…

And that’s when I noticed that he was hard. He was trying to hide it in the water, but I caught a glimpse of his thick bulge all the same. I couldn’t help but feel proud of his reaction. I had made Daddy hard- my body, my movements and my looks had accomplished that. I began to wonder just how far I could go. I supposed this was the time to find out.

We stayed at the river for just a little bit longer. I figured that he could use a little bit more time, and I was happy to give it to him. After all, we still had a long night ahead of us. Finally, he called after me that he was ready to go, and we made our way back to the tent. I walked ahead of him, knowing that he would be checking out my ass as he followed. Or at least I hoped he would be; I wanted him to have it fresh in his mind when we turned in for the night. I allowed my mind to wander, and when it did it found some arousing places. I thought about Daddy’s cock; what it would look like or taste like. What it would feel like when he stretched out my virgin pussy, assuming I could entice him that far.

By the time we reached the tent, I was dripping wet. I could feel my pussy throbbing with anticipation. I knew what it felt like to orgasm; I had brought myself there night after night. But I intuitively know that it would be infinitely better when someone else brought me to climax- especially when it was someone that I already loved and trusted. I really couldn’t imagine a better first time than that. And tonight, I would be putting my plan into action.

“It’s cold!” I shivered. That was a lie. We were roasting marshmallows around a roaring fire, but it was a perfect excuse to slide close to him. In that flickering light, I saw Daddy in a very different way; I breathed in his masculine scent and felt his warmth against my skin. It was intoxicating.

“Cold?” he scoffed. “You’re in front of a fire!”

I blushed, but he didn’t seem to catch on. But he gave me an idea for my next move, at least. Of course, given my inexperience, I had no ‘moves’ to speak maltepe escort of, so I just had to play it by ear. “You’re right, Daddy. What was I thinking?” In one quick motion, I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it towards the tent, leaving my firm, young breasts covered only by the thin bra that I had picked out just for tonight. It wasn’t unusual that he would see me in my underwear; we lived in the same house, after all. But I think that he knew, one some level, that this time was different. He tried not to look, but I could see him peering through the corner of his eye. I couldn’t blame him, of course; the bra pushed my breasts upwards, showing off my generous cleavage and begging for his attention. I leaned forward, ostensibly to get another marshmallow, but actually to show off my breasts further. I knew that he wanted me now; hopefully as badly as I wanted him.

It was several long minutes before Daddy spoke again. “We should probably turn in for the night,” he said suddenly. There was a sense of urgency in his voice, and my heart started racing; this was it! But Daddy quickly climbed into his sleeping bag and turned out the light. I hadn’t thought this far ahead. I supposed that I thought that Daddy would have taken me by now; that all I had to do was tease him a little bit and he would take charge. But once again, my lack of experience stopped me. I had no idea how to initiate sex with a man, much less in such a taboo setting. So I just rolled over and tried to sleep, cursing myself for my cowardice.

But that’s when I heard it. Long after I thought he was asleep, and certainly after he thought I was as well, I heard the rhythmic sound of flesh on flesh and skin against fabric. He was masturbating. My heart started to race, and I laid very, very still, afraid to break the spell. I could feel my pussy start to moisten, and I very slowly slid my hand down my body towards it. I was desperate for relief, and even more so when I hear Daddy start to moan softly. But it’s not until I hear him whisper my name, lost in whatever fantasy that was fueling his session, that I knew that he was finally mine.

I started rubbing my clit through my panties, matching his motions to his as I listened carefully to him. I could feel my orgasm building, and couldn’t contain the quiet moan that escaped my parted lips. He stopped; he didn’t even breathe. I didn’t. I continued rubbing my swollen, sensitive clit through my panties, allowing myself to reach the edge of climax. There was no going back now, and there was no reason to hold the moan in place. He had heard me, and I had heard him. So I continued, bucking my hips against my finger as I came closer to release. Much like he had done for me, I started moaning his name. Or, more accurately, what I called him.

“Daddy…” I moaned quietly. “Daddy, fuck me, Daddy.” I could feel my orgasm building deep in my body. I had never had one with anyone nearby before, and I felt both self-conscious and excited at the same time. I slid my hand into my panties, and pressed deep into my tight, virgin pussy.

Daddy didn’t speak; not then, at least. There was nothing left to say. I heard his sleeping bag unzip, then heard him crawl across the tent to mine. He leaned in close, listening to the sounds of my moans and groans. I wondered if he could hear my wet pussy, as my finger slid in and out of it. The whole scene was overwhelmingly arousing.

“Your mom doesn’t hear a word of this, you understand?” There was an urgency in his voice. He urgently wanted me, and that was the best feeling in the world.

“Not a word, Daddy,” I managed in between lustful breaths. “It’ll be our little secret.”

As he felt for the lantern, I quickly removed my panties and the tight top while still inside the bag. I wanted Daddy to unwrap me like a present. My every sense were sharpened with my arousal. I could hear Daddy’s breathing and my own thundering heartbeat; I could hear the quiet sounds of the forest outside of the tent, and the soft breeze that ran through the tall trees. I was so lost in the sensations that the sudden light of the lantern was nearly blinding. But I refused to break the spell, and said nothing. I merely smiled up at him as I started to unzip the bag, leaving the rest for him.

But he hesitated. “This is wrong,” me muttered, pausing with his hand barely touching the zipper. “We shouldn’t do this.” But he didn’t withdraw. He wanted me as badly as I wanted him; I knew he just needed a little bit of help to overcome his doubts and fears.

“Of course we should!” I smiled. “You don’t think I’ve seen the way you look at me, when I’m getting out of the shower?” That part was a bluff, but I figured there was a pretty good chance that I was right. And based on the brief flash of guilt in his eyes, I knew that I was. “I know you want me, Daddy. And I want you, too. I want you to be my first.”

His eyes shot open, and it took him a moment to compose his thought. “You mean you’re…” he stammered.

I giggled manavgat escort and nodded. My pussy throbbed, as I had stopped just short of release. I really couldn’t wait much longer, and resisted the urge to touch myself again. “A virgin? Yes. And I want you to be my first. I want you to have my virginity.” I was laying it on a little bit thick, perhaps, but I was lost in the moment.

Daddy didn’t answer. Not verbally, anyway. But I could see the answer in his eyes. And I could certainly feel it in the way he slowly pulled the zipper down along the edge of the bag. I could hardly wait for him to discover what was hidden inside! I quickly caressed my nipples, feeling them harden under my fingers, and parted my legs slightly to open up my untouched sex to him. I could feel my own moisture building on my lips, and I once again resisted the urge to touch myself.

When Daddy finally brought the zipper down to my feet, he pushed the covering aside. I felt a sudden blast of cool air caress my body, and I shivered involuntarily against it. I felt myself blush, but I could also see how this was something that I could definitely get used to.

“Goddamn,” I heard Daddy whisper. His eyes were wide and his lips were parted. I watched his eyes explore my body, running over my breasts and down the smooth skin of my stomach before finding my pussy between my creamy thighs. I was self-conscious then; I kept my pubic hair very neatly trimmed, but I had no idea if that was what he liked. But he smiled, and that was all the answer I needed.

“Do you like my body?” I asked. My face as innocent as I could manage, even though I didn’t feel very innocent in that moment.

He nodded. “Fuck, yes I do,” he said finally.

“Aren’t you going to show me yours?”

He hesitated, but only for a moment before the last of his resistance came crumbling down and his lust won out. He grinned; it was as though he was seeing me fully as a sexual creature for the first time, aside from in whatever fantasies he had kept to himself. I wondered if he ever thought of me when fucking my mom; I looked a lot like her, only younger. When he rested on his knees, I could see his bulge once again; this time through the thin fabric of his boxer shorts. I wanted to reach out and touch it, but I let him remain in control. He slowly pulled the waistband down his thighs, finally revealing his perfect, beautiful cock.

My eyes bulged. My mouth watered. My pussy clenched. It was huge! I really didn’t know what to expect, never having seen one in real life before, but I knew that he was well above average. He was smooth- not a trace of hair anywhere near his member. His shaft was thick and veiny, and his head was engorged with his arousal. And his balls… oh, his beautiful balls. They were tight against his body, full of his warm cum. And I knew that every drop in them was for me tonight. Even the one that glistened at the tip.

Fascinated, I slowly reached out and ran my finger across his hole, collecting the fluid on my finger. His cock jumped when I touched it, which startled me just a little bit. I studied the fluid that I had taken from him; it was clear, and it looked inviting. Curious, I brought it up to my mouth and sucked, tasting him for the first time. “You taste good, Daddy,” I sighed. Something about taking his precum into me brought me to another level altogether, as though it were some powerful aphrodisiac.

“Bet you do, too,” he replied. I wondered what he meant, but only for a moment. He pulled my legs apart and crouched between them. When he lowered his head between my thighs, I knew exactly what he meant. He was going to eat my pussy.

“Yes, I’m su…” My words turned into a low moan the moment his tongue finally met my most sensitive place. “Oh, that feels amazing,” I managed, once I regained my composure.

He ran his tongue along my lips, then up to my clit; the moment his warm tongue made contact with my sensitive, swollen clitoris, the world exploded in light and color. My orgasm, held in for too long, burst through my body, and I lost all sense of time as it came over me. I could feel my thighs shaking, and I instinctively grabbed the back of his hair to keep him close to me. And he stayed, licking my pussy and sliding inside me as I came.

“Oh God, oh God, oh God!” I repeated until the words lost all meaning. I pulled him tight against my body, keeping the sensation going for as long as possible. I had never felt anything like it; and I wanted more.

“I was right,” he smiled, wiping my sexual juices from his chin. “You do taste good.”

“Thank you,” I panted. It was all I could think to say. I laid very still, bathing in the post-orgasmic glow.

“Now it’s your turn,” he replied, rolling onto his back. His massive cock was intimidating, pointing upwards with expectation and want.

I rested on my knees, leaning towards the intimidating member. I could feel my pussy dripping down my thigh; I wanted to be fucked, but fair is fair. şişli escort “I don’t know what to do with it,” I confessed. I felt a certain amount of shame in the admission. He had done such a wonderful thing to me, and I had no idea how to do the same for him.

Daddy smiled. He would teach me. “Grab the base,” he said patiently. I was surprised by its weight when I did so, and I could barely wrap my hand around it. It felt softer than I expected, and the blood that filled it made the smooth skin warm. I could feel the shaft throb against my palm. “Good girl. Now stroke it a few times, to get used to it.” I nodded, and concentrated carefully as I ran my small little hand along its length and up to the head, then back down to the base. Daddy closed his eyes as I repeated the motion a few more times, getting faster each time. Somehow, it felt even bigger now, and my mouth watered as I watched his body react to my touch.

As I stroked him, he ran his hand along my thigh, grazing my dripping pussy on his way to my breasts. The feeling of his hand on my creamy white breast was incredible, and he began to gently knead it gently, and then lightly tease my nipple, as I found my rhythm.

“Stop,” he gasped.

I immediately let go of his cock, and it fell heavily onto his waist. “Did I do something wrong?” I asked. I was terrified that I had somehow hurt him, or otherwise failed.

“No- no, not at all,” he replied, comforting me in my insecurity. “I’m really fucking close, and we’re not done yet.”

“Close… to orgasm?”

Daddy nodded. It was a good feeling to know that I had brought him such pleasure, and I was glad that he wanted to go further. I couldn’t wait to watch him cum, but I guessed I’d have to. He took a moment to recover, and I waited patiently for him. I wanted to touch that beautiful cock again, but I just eyed it hungrily until he was ready to continue. I had always taken multiple orgasms for granted; I supposed that I needed to accommodate Daddy’s less generous biology.

“Okay,” he said finally. “Now it’s time to suck it, sweetie. Do you know how to do that?”

I shoot my head. “No, Daddy. Will you teach me?”

He grinned. I knew it was exactly what he had wanted to hear. It was true that I didn’t know, but I had some idea from the internet and sleepover conversations. But I also knew that he wanted to teach me, and I wanted to let him. “Of course. Take it in your hand, by the base- just like before.” I grasped his cock, and held it upright. I could see a fresh bead of precum leaking from the tip, and I wanted to taste it again. It was addicting, and I wondered if the rest of it would taste just as good.

“Can I… can I lick it?” I asked, climbing in between his strong legs to better align his cock to my throat. I leaned forward, keeping my ass high in the air so he could see it. I was sure he would like the view.

“Oh, fuck yes,” he moaned. “Lick it, then put it in your mouth.”

I didn’t need any more encouragement; I was ready. I leaned in closer, until he could feel my warm breath on him, then carefully licked the tip. Once again, I was rewarded with the sweet taste of his sexual fluid. But this time, I also got to hear him moan. I loved that sound, and found that he made it every time I did something particularly well. I learned that he made a certain sound when I licked the underside of his shaft, and another when I swirled my tongue around the engorged tip. I began playing his body like a finely-tuned instrument, reveling in both my sexuality and my seduction of Daddy. And then, finally, I took him into my mouth. I didn’t even think about it; it just felt natural. I transitioned from sliding my tongue from the shaft to the head, and then just opened my mouth and took him inside.

“Oh, fuck, Brooke!” he groaned, both from surprise and from the sensation itself. I looked up at him, my mouth full of his cock, and smiled around it. Our eyes met as I savored his weight on my tongue, and we kept eye contact as I once again closed my soft lips around him. I felt his hand stroke my hair softly, as though he were gently encouraging me to take him deeper into my mouth.

I knew that he could easily overpower me if he wanted to; with his hand on the back of my head, he could pull my face close to him, forcing his cock deep into my throat. But he didn’t; he let me gain confidence and slowly work him deeper into my mouth.

“Use your tongue,” he groaned. I had forgotten about that- there was so much to remember! I started sliding my tongue over his shaft as I bobbed my head, working him deeper and deeper each time. He started to moan and pant as I took him in as deep as I could; I gagged when he pressed against the back of my throat, instinctively pulling away, but he gently guided my head back onto him and I took him into my mouth once more. “Now your hands,” he moaned. As I continued sucking, I used my free hand- the one that wasn’t being used to hold my upper body in place- to gently caress his thigh, then cup his tight, heavy balls. I couldn’t explain it, but I loved them. I deeply, truly loved them. Maybe it was the treasure they held within, or maybe it was the comforting weight in my hand. Maybe it was just the fact that he loved the way I played with them as I sucked his sock. Whatever it was, I eagerly caressed and felt them as I felt his shaft slide past my lips, alternating between in and out.

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“Welcome Back Jack from Iraq” read the huge sign I had made for my brother’s homecoming. I was pleased with the rhyme. Jack was 21 and was returning after 13 months stationed in and around Baghdad. He was a genuine war hero. He had the Bronze Star to prove it.

I had convinced my baby brother to stay at our place with my husband and me for a few days. However, shortly after arriving in our home and having dinner, Jack’s friends came by to pick him up and take him off to the bar for a reunion party. Judging from the look in my brother’s eyes when he got off the plane, he needed to get laid and had every intention of doing so tonight.

As we had planned on spending the evening with our war hero, my husband, Tommy and I now realized we had the place to ourselves as it appeared that Jack would be gone the entire night. Tommy took advantage of the newly-found solitude and dragged me into the bedroom where he fucked my brains out for a delightful hour before falling into a deep sleep. He was out for the night.

I threw on a nightgown and went out to the kitchen to clean up from dinner. As I was finishing in the kitchen, I heard Jack coming in.

“Hey,” I said. “I thought you’d be out all night.”

Jack shrugged and replied “So did I.”

I was surprised. “What happened to the ladies?”

Jack looked forlorn as he said “They never showed up.

Jack threw himself down on the couch. He looked fragile. I sat down in a chair across from him.

“I’m sorry, Bro. I know you wanted to have a big night.”

Jack sort of smiled, but as he looked at me, he turned red and quickly looked away. “You have no idea.”

“I think I do,” I replied. “You needed to get laid after so much time away.”

Jack turned even redder. He then looked me up and down and said, “I wish you would put on something else, Amy. You’re making me uncomfortable.”

At that point, I realized that the nightie I had chosen was one of my “peek-a-boo’s”. It was so sheer that Jack could easily see my breasts through the filmy material.

Perhaps I should describe myself. I am a very cute, 5 feet 4 inches tall brunette. I have what guys often describe as a “killer rack.” My knobs are 34D and nicely stretch out any shirt that I put on. I have very dark areolas that are often visible through light-colored shirts. But, my girls are capped with really big nipples that jut out when I get excited. When I walk into a room full of guys, the conversation often comes to a halt. I call this my “boobie power.” One day, I will use it to take over the world.

Anyway, I suddenly became aware that I was wearing a nightgown that I would normally put on for only one purpose — to get Tommy’s dick as hard as iron. Luckily, I had also thrown on a little pair of blue panties. Otherwise, my brother might have been able to catch a glimpse of my sweet, little ardahan escort quimby through the material.

I was about to get up and go into the bedroom to get changed, when it suddenly hit me: perhaps Jack might actually like the view of my breasts. I know this thought should have filled me with shame. Instead, it gave me a small tingle in my downtown.

“Jack,” I said, sitting up straighter. “Were you with any women over in Iraq?” I put a sweet smile on my face.

He paused. “There were some girls over there,” he said shyly. “You know, pros. But, I didn’t do anything with them.” Jack took a quick look at my guns and looked away. I decided to move in closer.

I got up and walked over to the coffee table directly in front of the couch where Jack was sitting. “Sweetheart, it’s okay to look at my tits. Go ahead. I know you want to.”

Jack kept looking down at the carpet. He replied, “This isn’t right. You’re my big sister.”

I leaned forward even more. Now I was only about a foot away from Jack’s head. “I know, honey. But, there’s no harm in looking. You used to sneak peeks all the time when you were a teenager.”

Jack looked up at my face and smiled in obvious embarrassment. “I hoped you hadn’t noticed.”

I smiled back at him and said, “You were pretty blatant, and my hooters were very prominent back then, right?”

Jack lowered his eyes to my mounds. “They still are ‘prominent’. In fact, they’re beautiful.” He kept staring at my girls, almost in fascination.

Jack was brave in Iraq. I decided to be brave in my living room. I grabbed the straps of my nightie and slipped them over my shoulders. In one move, I had the nightgown down around my pelvis. Jack sucked in his breath suddenly in surprise.

Before he could protest, I said, “I want you to have a better view, Jackie. You deserve it.”

My brother didn’t say a word. His face broke into a large grin like a child on Christmas morning. He continued gaping at my beauties. I don’t know what came over me next. I leaned forward and pulled Jack’s head into the wonderful chasm between my breasts. “There you go, baby.” Jack offered no resistance.

After a few seconds in this position, Jack surprised me. He brought his right hand up and tentatively placed it on the side of my boob. I decided to one-up him by grabbing both of his hands and placing them directly on my tits. All the while, Jack’s head continued to snuggle securely in my cleavage. But, I swear I could feel his smile grow wider.

We stayed that way for a minute: Jack’s head between my boobs, his strong hands gently cradling them. It was almost as if we were afraid to do anything further. Then Jack began to rub his fingers over my nipples. If done right, this maneuver makes me a little crazy. Trust me, Jack was doing it adıyaman escort right. Little sparks of pleasure were shooting from my breasts down to my pussy.

The only problem was that my back was starting to ache from leaning forward. Without saying a word to my brother, I suddenly stood up. Jack looked like a toddler who had his favorite toy snatched away without warning. His lips started to form into words, but he did not say a thing. I guess he assumed that we had gone too far, and that I was bringing our encounter to an end.

To his delight, I then looped my fingers into the sides of my negligee, and pushed it down over my hips to the floor. I was standing before Jack wearing the briefest of silky, blue panties. These babies barely come up to the top of my slit in the front. In the rear, although they are not a thong, there is very little material. I spun around slowly so that my bro could take in the view of my entire package. I swear, the man had tears in his eyes.

I walked seductively over to Jack and perched on his lap, straddling his legs. He wasted no time: his mouth went directly for my over-sized nipples which were sticking out almost a full inch. Jack began working those honeys like a pro. When he finished with one, he would immediately switch over to the other side. I was in heaven. But, I was not out of it to the point where I failed to notice the substantial tent pole jutting up in Jack’s lap. It was angled right between my soft thighs. It felt very nice.

I could have stayed like that for a long time. However, as all men are wont to do, Jack started to go too far. I felt his hand wandering down my abdomen toward the top of my little panties. When he began to touch my cunt through the fabric, I pulled his hand away. For one thing, he was still my brother. But, to be honest, my real fear was that if he got into my panties, he would get a handful of the goo that Tommie had so lovingly injected there an hour earlier. That would not have been nice for either of us.

Instead, I gently slid off his lap to the carpeted floor. I knelt in front of my brother and brought my hands up to the raging erection in his lap. Jack moaned loudly as I massaged his boner through his pants. I then reached over to his belt and began to unfasten it and to unbutton his pants. If he had any reservations about his 26 year-old sister sliding his pants down and revealing his engorged penis, Jack didn’t utter them. Like that, I had his pants and boxers down around his ankles. Quickly thereafter they were off all together.

I looked at his shiny erect cock. It was beautiful. Though not as large as Tommie’s monster, it was certainly big enough. I smiled up at Jack as I lowered my head to it. I kept eye contact as I licked his wand from the base all the way up to the tip. Jack threw his karabük escort head back and sighed audibly. I ran my lips all along the sides of his ya-ya. He seemed to like it. He had a little bit of clear liquid forming at the hole. I licked this up. I love the dewy taste of pre-come.

I then slipped my lips over his purplish head. I sucked on Jack’s swollen tip while he worked his hands through my hair and moaned. After a minute or so of this pleasant activity, I pulled my mouth off of his cock and gazed up at him.

I looked him squarely in the eye and said, “This is on behalf of a grateful nation, soldier.” I then swallowed every inch of his wiener.

To let you in on a secret that very few men have learned over my adult lifetime: I have no gag reflex. When I was a kid, a doctor accidently cut out my uvula (that little thing that hangs down in the back of the throat) during a tonsillectomy. As a result, I have the ability to swallow men’s penises whole. They go all the way down my throat.

Jack saw his dick disappear in less than a second. The next thing he knew, my lips were resting firmly upon the top of his ball sack. I stayed there for a second and then slowly pulled his dork out of my throat and mouth.

I smiled up at him, and he said, “Oh my god. That was amazing.” I asked, “Would you like me to do it again, baby brother?” All Jack could do was to dumbly nod his head.

This time I went down even further and sucked a portion of his testicles into my mouth. He grunted. I came up for air. On the next trip down, I kept my tongue out and licked his balls while his dick was part-way down to my stomach. My husband, Tommy likes this move a lot. So did Jack.

I pulled out and said, “Jack, I have one more surprise for you.” My brother looked down at me like it was Christmas and his birthday rolled into one. I sunk my head back down into his crotch.

Tommy likes his blow jobs. I tend to spend a lot of time with his penis in my throat. Over the years, I have developed the ability to wrap my throat muscles around the head of the dick. I am told that this is a very pleasant sensation. This time, I did it to Jack’s cockhead and he exploded. Although I could not see the look in his eyes, I’m sure they were bugging out of my brother’s head. Instead, I felt his hot semen rushing down my throat toward my belly.

I’m not the biggest fan of cum. It tastes like sour milk sometimes. However, I have learned that a man’s orgasm in the back of my throat avoids this unpleasant sensation. There is a little bit of residual cum when I pull the dick out of my mouth. But, all in all, this is a win-win situation. I certainly get no complaints from the boys.

Jack was spent. His little soldier was lying softly in his lap. I got up and kissed my younger brother gently on the forehead. “We’re all so proud of you, Jack. Put your pants back on and get ready for bed. I love you.”

Jack smiled up at me. Then a look of guilt clouded his sweet fact. He opened his mouth to say something. I placed my finger over his lips. “Don’t,” I said. “You know from what you saw in Iraq that there are much worse things in the world.”

He just nodded. I went in to join Tommy in bed.

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There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old.

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Horny brother pays his sister to strip naked and to suck him and to fuck him.

Continued from Chapter 02:

Yet, kettle black, she should talk about him being a sexual pervert. He had heard stories of how wild his sister, Jennifer, was during her Spring Break weeks all through college. He had heard about her winning a variety of wet T-shirt contests by exposing her naked breasts and even all of her naked body to a huge audience of drunken, horny men. He had heard about her having drunken circle jerks, gangbangs, and receiving cum filled facials. When drunk and/or drugged out of her mind, surprised she was never made pregnant, he had heard stories of her being passed around as the sexual entertainment at dorm parties too.

“I can’t help it if I’m popular,” as his sister had previously said. She may have well said, “I can’t help it if I’m a whore. I can’t help it if I love cock. I can’t help it if I love to suck and fuck a variety of different men.”

As much as he heard about his sister being sexually wild, he heard about his mother being sexually wild too. Apparently, his mother, Jessica, was no angel either. A beautiful, sexy, and shapely woman when she was his sister’s age, he overheard his mother talking on the phone to her friends about her sexual experiences when she was younger. A party girl back then in the late 70’s and early 80’s, she enjoyed talking about her favorite nightspot, Studio 54. Now that he knew so much about his sister’s and his mother’s sexual background, he wondered about his grandmother’ sexual background too. He wondered why she was such a whore too.

For her to walk around him naked, for her to stare at his expose cock in the shameless way she does, she was definitely a whore too. Needing to ask her one day when she had one too many glasses of sherry, he heard she served cocktails at a Playboy Club as a Playboy Bunny in New York back in the late 60’s. He heard she was an exotic dancer, a stripper, and a prostitute during the wild, sexual revolution days of the 70’s too.

In the same slutty way his grandmother whored around him when walking around him in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he wished he could say the same about his mother’s and his sister’s sexual behavior too. He wished his sister and mother would walk around him in the panties and bras, topless, or naked too. He wished his sister and mother would always know when he was masturbating and cumming and barge in his room. He wished his sister and mother would stare at his cock with incestuous lust and sexual excitement in the way his grandmother always does.

Here he is living with two sluts, two dirty whores, and he was still unable to see either one of them without their clothes. He wished his sister and his mother were both as immorally immodest as his grandmother. He wished his sister and his mother were both incestuous whores as his grandmother obviously was and was eager to be. In the way his grandmother walked around him unashamed and unembarrassed, she gave him plenty of material to masturbate over.

If only his mother and sister were as incestuously uninhibited as his grandmother, he’d have a field day ogling his mother’s and his sister’s underwear clad, topless, and/or naked bodies. If only his sister and mother were incestuous exhibitionists in the way they were exhibitionists for men who weren’t blood related to them, he’d see more of them. Definitely, if they walked around him in their underwear, topless, and/or naked, he wouldn’t be as horny and/or sexually frustrated, or would he?

Like grandmother, like mother, and like daughter, just as his grandmother was a whore, his mother was a whore, and his sister was a whore too. Only, knowing that his grandmother could be easily persuaded, he wondered if either his hot sister or his MILF of a mother could be persuaded to be incestuous whores too for the right price. Just as he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his sister, he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his mother too. With his luck, the only one in the family who’d give him incestuous sex would be his grandmother and, no doubt, she’d give him sex for free.

‘Gross,’ he thought to himself while thinking of his grandmother’s big, sagging breasts hanging down to her waist. ‘Disgusting,’ he thought while thinking of his grandmother’s fallen ass, her wrinkled legs, and her hairy forest of a brown pussy. In the way that his grandmother was such a free spirit and so funny, she reminded him of the Playboy magazine cartoon granny of old who always walked around without her clothes. Still, he couldn’t help himself from getting an erection when thinking about her stroking his cock while giving him a gum job.

Chapter 03:

Even though he’d love nothing more than to have incestuous sex with his sister, Jason knew that his sister would never have incestuous sex with him. Even though he’d love nothing more than to have incestuous zonguldak escort sex with his mother, Jason knew that his mother would never have incestuous sex with him. Even though they were both whores who would suck and fuck practically anyone, especially for money, they weren’t incestuous whores. Sadly, and sexually frustratingly, they’d never suck and fuck him. Sadly, and sexually frustratingly, they weren’t sexually attracted to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to his sister and his mother. Yet, being that they both wanted and needed money, maybe they’d suck and fuck him for money.

Taking his incestuous debauchery, a step further, a sexual fantasy come true, he’d love nothing more than to have sex with his sexy sister and his MILF of a mother together as a threesome. Only, nothing more than an outrageous, sexual fantasy, just as he’d never have sex with his sister and/or his mother, he’d never have sex with his sister and mother as a threesome. They’d never go for any of that. Yet, even before having sex with both his sister and mother, a dream, sexual fantasy come true, he’d love to watch them having incestuous, lesbian sex with one another.

‘Wow! How hot would that be to watch my sister going down on my mother and my mother going down on my sister,’ he thought. ‘I’d pay to see that,’ he said to himself with a dirty laugh.

Obviously nothing more than a sexual fantasy, just as his sister would never have sex with him, his sister would never have sex with her mother either. Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, just as his mother would never have sex with him, his mother would never have sex with her daughter either. That’s just a crazy an over-the-top incestuous, sexual fantasy that he had. His incestuous perversion to see his sister and mother naked and have sex with them was getting in the way of his commonsense. Only, a dealmaker, perhaps if he offered them enough money, maybe they’d have sex with one another before having sex with him. Anyone will do anything for money even his sister and his mother, especially his sister and his mother.

Unable to stop masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with his sexy sister, his MILF of a mother, both of them together, and them having sex with one another, he was so very sexually frustrated. Yet, for the right about of money, maybe they’d have incestuous sex with him. For the right amount of money, maybe they’d agree to have an incestuous threesome. For the right amount of money, maybe they’d agree to have incestuous, lesbian sex with one another. For the right amount of money maybe he could convince his sister and his mother to be his incestuous whores, if only for one night or hopefully for even longer.

Yes, that’s it, of course. It’s all about the money, isn’t it? For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his sister. For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his mother. For money, he may have a chance to have sex with his sister and with his mother. For money, maybe his sister and his mother would have sex with one another before having sex with him. Playing the endless possibilities over in his mind, his sexual fantasies repeated themselves as if it was an endless, pornographic video loop. He couldn’t stop thinking about seeing his sister and his mother naked and having sex with their naked bodies after they had sex with one another.

‘Oh, my God, a game changer and a lifesaver, I’m so glad I found that bagful of money,’ he thought. ‘I had no chance of ever seeing my sister and/or my mother naked before. I had no chance of ever having sex with my sister and/or mother before. I had no chance of seeing my sister and mother having lesbian sex before. Yet, now, with me holding all of the cards and holding all of the cash in our little incestuous game of strip, suck, and fuck, maybe they’d be more amenable to having sex with me.’

With money the key to fulfilling and satisfying his incestuous lust and desire for his sister and for his mother, for enough money, any woman would have sex with any man, even if that man was her brother and/or her son. For enough money, any woman would have sex with any woman, even if that woman was her daughter or her mother. For enough money, he hoped to make his sister his sexy, incestuous bitch. For enough money, he hoped to make his MILF of a mother, his sexy incestuous whore too.

Sex and money, unable to separate the two, whether married or single, boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, brother and sister, son and mother, or daughter and mother, sex is about money. When the façade of love, romance, and even holy matrimony is stripped away, sex is about money. When getting right down to the sexual needs of a man and the financial needs of a woman, sex is all about money. Sex is only about money. It’s the rare exception that sex and money are not the common denominator in a sexual relationship.

‘She loves me, she loves me not,’ he thought his foolish thoughts. ‘Depending on how much fethiye escort I pay her, she sucks me, she sucks me not. Again, depending on how much money I give her, she fucks me, she fucks me not.’

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Now that he was thinking more about seeing his sister and his mother without their clothes, he wished he had installed a tiny, hidden camera in his sister’s bedroom and/or in his mother’s bedroom. Connected to his computer, he could have watched the live feed of them dressing, undressing, and masturbating themselves. He could even have hidden a tiny camera in the bathroom too to watch them strip naked, shower, bathe, and masturbate themselves. How hot would that be to watch them washing their dirty, naked bodies while he stroked his cock? How hot would that be to watch them without his sister and/or his mother knowing that he was watching them while masturbating himself over them?

Alas, instead of having hidden cameras in their bedrooms and in their bathrooms, he did it the old fashioned way. Unable to know what his sister was doing in her bedroom, he pressed his ear to her bedroom door to listen. Trying to discern and distinguish what it sounded like to hear her removing her clothes from all of the other sounds she was making in her room, he waited and listened. As if he was listening for sounds of human life after a building collapsed, he listened intently. Only, with her playing her radio too loudly, it was difficult for him to hear anything but music.

Filled with incestuous lust and sexual anticipation, he imagined her stripping off her clothes to the music as if she was a stripper on stage. Practicing for her next wet T-shirt contest that she always won by bouncing and jiggling her big, naked, shapely breasts, and gyrating her hot hips, he imagined her pretending to do one of her wet T-shirt, winning dances. With his imagination heightened by his impatience and with him not wanting to miss his chance of seeing her standing behind her bedroom door in her panties and bra, topless, or naked, ready or not, here he comes.

He was about to burst open her bedroom door without warning and without knocking. With his hand poised on her doorknob, ready to quietly and quickly push open her door to see his sister without her clothes, he waited. Only, unable to wait any longer, not wanting to miss the opportunity of seeing her without her clothes, ready to turn her doorknob without making a sound, he stood poised by her bedroom door and impatiently listened. Unable to wait any longer, quietly and quickly, he turned her doorknob while pushing open her bedroom door at the same time as if he was fleeing a fire. Hoping to see her as if she was a deer in headlights, he burst in her room hoping to see her in her bra and panties, topless, or naked.

‘Damn! Shit! Fuck! God damn it! Motherfucker. What the Hell? What the fuck? Are you kidding me? She’s still dressed,’ he silently said to himself. ‘Frigging bitch. Frigging whore. What the Hell was she doing in there all that time? Why did it take her so long to remove her frigging clothes? Are you kidding me? All of this for nothing.’

Only, with him impatiently deranged to see his sister in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked, it had only been a few minutes since he followed his sexy sister up the stairs. A dozen thoughts ran through his mind in the way of a runaway, freight train traveling down the tracks at 100 mph. Hoping that he’d catch his sister without her clothes, as if he was too early for the party, he was so utterly disappointed. He couldn’t believe she was still dressed.

At the very least, he thought he would have caught her in her bra and panties. Obviously, he was premature in barging in her room. Obviously, he should have waited a minute longer. Had he waited, maybe he would have caught her topless or naked even. Just his luck. The only luck he ever had was finding that bag of money. Only, as if delivered by God, no doubt meant fo someone else, that bag found him.

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His sister, Jennifer, stared at him with anger in the way he stared at her with lust.

“Hoping to see me in my bra and panties, you thought I’d be standing here in my underwear, didn’t you?” She laughed while cupping her breasts through her blouse and bra. “Hoping to see my tits, you thought I’d be standing here topless, didn’t you?” She laughed again. “Hoping to see my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy, you thought I’d be standing here naked, didn’t you?” She ran a slow purposely hand across her big breasts, down between her legs to her pussy, and behind her all over her shapely ass. “Sorry to disappoint you, Jason, but I heard sneaking up the stairs and creeping in the hall before even hearing your nervous hand rattle my doorknob,” she laughed again. This time she laughed annoyingly loud.

Her fingers were still poised on the buttons of her blouse when her creepy brother barged in alanya escort her bedroom without knocking. Obviously, just as she had just confessed to her 20-year-old brother, 23-year-old Jennifer was just about to get undressed. Surprised that she heard him and shocked that she knew he was there, he thought he was so quiet, but obviously he wasn’t. With his incestuous lust for his sister and for his mother getting in the way of his rational thoughts, he was such a perverted fool to think that he was smarter than his sister and/or his mother. Hell, with his grandmother smarter than he was, even his grandmother got the drop on him by always catching him masturbating himself at exactly the right moment when he was cumming.

“No, um, I wasn’t trying to catch you naked,” he said lying. “I, um, just had something important to ask you,” he said. “You probably didn’t hear me knock on your door because your music was so loud,” he said avoiding making eye contact with her while lying again.

With her not born yesterday, accustomed to him creeping around the house and in his futile attempts to see her without her clothes, she obviously knew he didn’t knock at her bedroom door. Even with the music playing, and with her attuned to that sort of sound, undoubtedly, she would have heard him knocking. Jennifer had stopped herself from unbuttoning her blouse when she, no doubt, heard a sound outside of her bedroom door. Surprisingly, with her such an exhibitionist to strip topless and/or naked for wet T-shirt contests, pretending she didn’t hear him, one would think that she wouldn’t mind showing her kid brother her underwear clad, topless, or naked body. Yet, obviously and unfortunately for her little brother, she drew her line of whoredom at incest.

Sure enough, just as she had obviously suspected for her to stop undressing, that he was there ready to invade her privacy, it was him, jerky Jason, is what she called him, standing outside of her bedroom door poised to enter. Always sneaking around the house trying to catch her and her mother without their clothes, always trying to see something he shouldn’t see of them, he was such a perverted nuisance. If nothing else, with him so predictable in his incestuous horniness, as much as he was annoying, he was entertaining. If only he wasn’t her brother, no doubt, she’d enjoy sexually teasing him in the way she sexually teased all of her boyfriends.

If he wasn’t trying to peek up his sister’s short skirt at her panties, he was trying to look down her low cut top at her cleavage and bra. Just as she told her friends, she wrote the same thoughts in her diary. She was tempted to flash her brother her topless or naked body just once to see his reaction. Only, instead of making him feel embarrassed and/or ashamed, a big mistake for her to do that, no doubt, she’d make him feel sexually excited. No doubt, by showing him something he shouldn’t see of her, instead of stopping him from ogling her and leering at her, she’d more inflame his sexual attraction to her and lustful desire for her.

Barging in her room without knocking as he had a habit of doing lately, especially since she moved back home after graduating college, her 20-year-old brother, Jason, opened her bedroom door and closed it behind him. She could have locked her door but she didn’t. He wasn’t dangerous, just annoying, and, with them growing up and living in the same house together, she wasn’t afraid of her own brother. It wasn’t as if he’d rape her. If he was going to rape her, he would have tried to do that long ago but Jason wasn’t a rapist. Just a big, lovable goof, he wasn’t violent. Besides, with him not the first man who tried to sexually assault her, if he tried anything, she’d beat the shit out of him.

Yet, bizarrely weird, if it wasn’t creepy enough that he opened her bedroom door without knocking, it was even creepier that he closed her bedroom door behind him. As if she had invited him inside of her room, he stood in front of her closed, bedroom door staring at her. The last thing she wanted was to be alone with her degenerate brother in a small, enclosed space. Rightly so in her suspicion of him, with him looking at her as if she was a prostitute instead of his sister, she didn’t trust him to behave.

“Get out of my room, you little pervert. I was just about to get undressed,” she said. Then, as if changing her mind to have a bit of sexy fun with him, she goaded him while teasing him by unbuttoning one of the buttons on her blouse. She pushed the cotton material of her blouse back enough to show him her long, sexy line of cleavage. “Had you waited another minute, you would have caught me in my bra and panties,” she said taunting him with a big sister laugh.

He stared at his sister as if he was a starving man hungry for food instead of a horny brother hungry for incestuous sex from his sexy sister. He stared at his sister’s long line of cleavage as if he had never see a woman’s cleavage before.

“I would have liked to have seen you standing there in your bra and panties,” he said.

She reached her hand down to play with the hem of her short skirt as if she was a little girl. As if checking for a loose stitch, she gave him a sexy smile while lifting the hem of her short skirt to show him more of her shapely thigh. If only she had lifted her skirt just an inch higher, she would have flashed him her panties.

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Wien im Spätsommer. In den regennassen Straßen der Nebengasse war wenig Verkehr. Die Wolken hatten sich verzogen und die Sonne schickte ihre letzten Strahlen auf eine junge, schlanke Frau, die etwas verloren wirkte.

Nachdem sie einige Zeit auf und ab gegangen war, gab sich Marie, so hieß die junge Frau, einen Ruck. Ihr schulterlanges braunes Haar wurde rigoros in einen praktischen Zopf verwandelt, dann stellte sie sich auf Zehenspitzen, um einen Blick ins Innere des Lokals zu werfen.

Keine Chance.

Der Spalt in der Jalousie war zu schmal. Licht schien durch die Ritzen. Es war beleuchtet, mehr erkannte sie nicht.

Wie ärgerlich!

Ihr Hände stützten sich an der Hauswand ab. Der Wind drückte ihren kurzen Rock zwischen ihre Beine und brachte sie beinahe aus dem Gleichgewicht. Der Herbst war nahe gerückt. Die kühle Brise brachte die Nippel ihrer kleinen Brüste dazu sich aufzurichten und sich durch den dünnen Stoff ihres Tops abzuzeichnen.

Sie hatte sich einen Ruck gegeben, Mut gefasst und war hergekommen. Allein. Mit dem Ziel Antworten zu bekommen und sich einen Eindruck zu verschaffen.

Und jetzt das.

Das SM-Lokal war geschlossen. Die Türe zu. Keiner da, der ihr Auskunft hätte geben können. Es sollte offen sein. Da war sie sich sicher. Nie wieder würde sie diesem Internet vertrauen, dachte sie ärgerlich.

„Kann man dir irgendwie behilflich sein?” ertönte eine tiefe, belustigte Stimme hinter ihr. Marie wäre fast von dem kleinen Vorsprung gefallen, auf dem sie stand, um mehr zu sehen.

„Äh nein… ich… äh”, stammelte sie und drehte sich um. Nervös senkte sie den Blick auf die Schuhe des Fremden: schwarzes Leder, schwarze Schnürsenkel.

Ihre Augen wanderten über die langen Beine in dunklen Jeans nach oben. Er war groß, der Mann, der da vor ihr stand und der sie beim Spähen in ein einschlägiges Lokal ertappt hatte.

Wie unangenehm.

Marie trat von einem Bein auf das andere und eine beunruhigende Stille trat ein.

„Sie haben eine geschlossene Gesellschaft”, erklärte der Mann unbeirrt. Marie zuckte zusammen, als er seine Hände auf ihre Oberarme legte und sie ein Stück beiseiteschob. Aufgeschreckt blickte sie auf und sah in dunkle Augen, die geheimnisvoll und unergründlich auf sie herabblickten. Ihr Blick senkte sich schnell wieder.

Er lächelte über ihre Reaktion, ließ sie los. Mit Blick auf die Jalousie sagte er: „Du wirst hier nichts sehen, das Lokal liegt im Keller.”

Maries Neugier obsiegte über ihre Scham und sie ergriff nicht die Flucht, wie der erste Impuls gewesen wäre. Interessiert musterte sie ihn.

Ein Mann mittleren Alters, in weißem Hemd und schwarzem Sakko, als käme er direkt von der Arbeit.

Ihr Blick ging hoch zu seinem Gesicht. Dafür musste sie den Kopf heben, denn er war um ein gutes Stück größer als sie.

Er musterte sie ebenfalls.

Nicht so sportlich, wie Marie es mochte, dunkle Haare und braune Augen.

„Schade”, dachte sie. Marie bevorzugte blaue Augen.

Se ertappte sich dabei einen Partnercheck durchzuführen. Bei einem Wildfremden. Marie schüttelte über sich selbst den Kopf.

„Doch doch, eine geschlossene Gesellschaft”, beharrte er, ihr Kopfschütteln missverstehend. „Was wolltest du denn da drinnen?”

„Was wohl! Etwas trinken”, antwortete Marie schnippisch, um sich nicht anmerken zu lassen, wie unangenehm ihr diese Frage war. Er musste doch wissen, was das für ein Lokal war.

Der Fremde hob eine Augenbraue und schmunzelte.

„Ich muss dann auch schon wieder.” Marie wollte gehen, doch er griff nach ihrem Ellbogen und hielt sie sanft zurück.

„Warte kurz! Wenn du magst, helfe ich dir dabei hineinzukommen.”

Sie schüttelte die Hand ab, blieb aber stehen. Wie selbstverständlich er sie anfasste. Normalerweise mochte sie das nicht und wahrte lieber Abstand. Doch sie gestand sich ein: Seine Nähe war ihr nicht unangenehm.

„Aber geschlossene Gesellschaft: das bedeutet, wir sind nicht eingeladen.”

„Dieses Problem lässt sich leicht lösen.”

„Wie?” Die Frage entkam Marie spontan. Sie biss sich auf die Unterlippe.

Er grinste „Indem ich dich einlade.”

Er zückte sein Telefon und wählte eine Nummer. Kurz darauf öffnete sich die Türe.

„Jan, wo bleibst du denn so lange? Ich dachte schon, du hättest es dir anders überlegt”, eine junge Frau, wie Marie Ende zwanzig, stand in der Tür und sah in freudestrahlend an.

„Ich musste noch auf meine Begleitung warten. Das ist…”

„Marie. Ich heiße Marie”, sagte sie schnell, froh nicht gezögert zu haben.

Die Frau beäugte sie misstrauisch, lächelte dann aber und ließ sie beide ein.

Während sie durch die Tür ging, fing es in Maries Kopf an zu arbeiten.

Was verdammt nochmal tat sie da? Sie ließ sich von einem fremden Mann auf eine geschlossene SM-Gesellschaft einladen. War sie jetzt komplett verrückt geworden?

Der Mann, den die Frau „Jan” genannt hatte, schien ihre Unsicherheit zu spüren, denn er raunte ihr zu „Keine Angst. Es gibt keinen Zwang etwas tun zu müssen. küçükbakkalköy escort Du kannst zusehen, wie ich heute.”

Marie schnaubte und flüsterte ihm zu „Natürlich sehe ich nur zu! Was dachtest du denn?”

Er schmunzelte und gab zurück „Du könntest hier sein, um dir den Hintern versohlen zu lassen. In diesem Falle kann ich dir auch gerne behilflich sein.”

Marie wurde ganz anders. In Sekundenbruchteil schossen Bilder dazu in ihr Hirn. Hatte er das gerade wirklich gesagt?

Statt einer Antwort rümpfte sie die Nase und ignorierte seinen anzüglichen Blick, der ihr Schauer über den Rücken schickte. Er musste ihr wirklich nicht ansehen, dass der Satz sie unversehens in Wallung gebracht hatte, beschloss sie.

Die junge Frau, sie hieß Melanie, wies ihnen einen Platz zu. Es war eine der Tischnischen. Die beiden setzen sich auf die Sitzbank. Es trennte sie nur ein halber Meter.

Der Raum des Lokals unterschied sich kaum von anderen Lokalen. Es sah nicht so aus, als würden hier einschlägige Veranstaltung stattfinden.

Marie gab sich einen Ruck und fragte Jan, bevor sie weiter im Dunkeln tappte „Was genau findet heute hier statt?”

„Eine Geburtstagsfeier. Zur Feier des Tages wird sich das Geburtstagskind auspeitschen lassen. Das gönnt sich die gute Melanie einmal im Jahr.”

Marie schluckte. Ihre Mimik schien Jan zu amüsieren.

„Wolltest du nicht genau so etwas sehen?” fragte er schelmisch. „Oder wolltest du dich selber von einem Fremden fesseln und vögeln lassen?” ergänzte Jan scherzend.

„Hey, jetzt pass aber mal auf, was du sagst. So eine bin ich nicht?”

„Was? Eine, die sich fesseln lässt, oder eine, die sich ficken lässt, von einem Fremden?”

Marie schnaufte entrüstet — und erregt, wie sie verdutzt feststellte.

Ein anderer Mann setzte sich an den Tisch und wechselte einige Worte mit Jan, bevor er sein Augenmerk auf Marie legte.

„Magst du mir deine hübsche Begleitung nicht vorstellen Jan?”

„Nö Patrick, eigentlich nicht.” Jan machte keinen Hehl daraus, dass die Anwesenheit des anderen Mannes störend für ihn war. Der angesprochene Patrick nahm es gelassen. Er nickte nur, lächelte Marie zu und nahm an einem anderen Tisch Platz.

„Was war das denn?” fragte Marie und sah Patrick hinterher.

„Ein männlicher Top, würde ich meinen”, sagte Jan grinsend.

Sie runzelte die Stirn. Gerade wollte sie ihr Missfallen darüber kundtun, dass er so tat, als gehöre sie zu ihm. Da fiel ihr ein, dass er sie eingeladen hatte. Und es von Vorteil war, nicht als Freiwild gehandhabt zu werden.

Am Tisch gegenüber entdeckte Marie einen nackten Mann zu den Füßen seiner Herrin. Die Lady trug ein schwarzes Korsett und eine enganliegende Jeans. Ihre Highheels ruhten auf seinem Rücken. Sie hatte eine beneidenswerte Figur, fand Marie. Den Sklaven unter ihr nahm Marie erst jetzt wahr, weil er ruhig eingerollt, wie ein Hund auf dem Fußboden unter dem Tisch gelegen hatte. Da ihm die Kellnerin nun einen Napf hinstellte, regte er sich und schien zu warten, dass sein Frauchen ihm die Erlaubnis erteilte zu trinken. Deren Konzentration lag aber auf dem Gespräch mit der Freundin neben ihr. Die war leger gekleidet, wie der Großteil der Anwesenden. Doch, wenn man genau hinsah entdeckte man die Ausnahmen.

Wie hatte Marie nur annehmen können dieses Lokal wäre nicht anders als andere? Sie war gekommen, um genau so etwas zu sehen. Wie man BDSM lebte. Der Plan war es verschiedene Spielarten kennen lernen und auch mit Menschen reden, die sich mit BDSM auskannten. Aber Marie wollte nur schauen und sich aus allem heraushalten.

Sie sah zu Jan hinüber. Er musterte sie aufmerksam. Das ließ ihre Wangen rot werden, was sie an der Hitze merkte, die sich in ihrem Gesicht ausbreitete.

„Schon etwas Spannendes entdeckt?”, fragte er.

„Immer”, meinte Marie in einem nichtssagenden Ton.

„An deiner Stelle würde ich auch zugeknöpft und ablehnend sein, so bekommt man die meisten Informationen.”

„Oh du bist einer dieser klugen Männer, die alles besser wissen”, erwiderte Marie zynisch. Am liebsten hätte sie sich auf die Zunge gebissen, so schnell hatten diese Worte ihre Lippen verlassen.

Jan lachte, und das entspannte sie. Wie gut, dass er ihre ablehnende Art nicht persönlich nahm. Marie hielt gerne Abstand zu anderen, bis sie ihnen vertraute. Jan schien das unterhaltsam zu finden, was sie erleichterte. Humor war wichtig um mit ihrer widerspenstigen Art klarzukommen. Marie merkte, dass sie immer noch im Modus des Partnerchecks gefangen war und ärgerte sich über sich selbst.

Sie wollte hier niemanden kennenlernen!

„Wo ist dein Herr?” fragte er Jan und riss sie aus ihren Gedanken.

„Ich habe keinen.”

„Gut zu wissen.”

„Deshalb hast du doch gefragt.”

Er lächelte.

„Ich habe ihn verlassen”, fügte sie hinzu und wusste selbst nicht, warum sie ihm das erzählte.

„Weshalb?”

„Es hat nicht funktioniert.”

„Es war nicht so, wie moda escort du es dir vorgestellt hast?”, fragte er nach.

„So kann man es zusammenfassen”, meinte sie knapp.

„Was hat er denn Schlimmes getan”, fragte Jan schelmisch „Hat er dich geknebelt, gefesselt und die ganze Nacht im Schrank gelassen, oder hätte er das besser tun sollen?”

Er lachte und Marie konnte nicht anders und ließ sich von seiner Fröhlichkeit anstecken.

„Steht dir ausgezeichnet dieses Lächeln, besser als das Stirnrunzeln.” Er war wieder ernst, aber das Lachen stand noch in seinen Augen.

Aus Reflex griff Marie sich an die Stirn. Das schien ihn zu belustigen, denn er schmunzelte.

„Hast du eine Sub?” fragte sie ihn, um sich die Initiative über das Gespräch nicht aus der Hand nehmen zu lassen. Und weil es sie interessierte.

„Du meinst eine Sklavin?”

„Wie auch immer du möchtest.”

Jan zog amüsiert eine Augenbraue hoch. „Ach sind wir schon soweit, dass ich bekomme, was ich möchte?”

„Du bist unmöglich”, entfuhr es Marie lachend.

„Zum Eisbrechen ist es doch gut, wenn es etwas zu lachen gibt. Findest du nicht?”

„Da hast du recht”, sagte Marie und merkte, dass sie sich immer mehr entspannen konnte. Was hatte sie zu verlieren? Sie konnte sich auszutauschen, und noch dazu handelte es sich um einen sympathischen, dominanten Mann, bei dem sie sich wohl fühlte.

„Wie sollte er denn sein, dein perfekter Herr?”

Sie schwieg, überlegte und drehte den Spieß dann um „Was macht denn eine perfekte Sklavin für dich aus?”

„Ich habe zuerst gefragt.”

„Na gut. Aber die Gegenfrage ist nicht vergessen”, beharrte sie.

„Lass mich überlegen. Klingt es doof, wenn man sich als moderne, emanzipierte Frau einen Mann im Rücken wünscht, der einem Halt und Sicherheit bietet? Einen der Entscheidungen abnimmt und Verantwortung trägt. Der da ist und sich kümmert.”

„Der dich wie ein edler Ritter auf Händen trägt und dir jeden Wunsch von den Augen abliest”, ergänzte Jan neckisch und Marie verdrehte die Augen.

„Der meinen Wert, meine Stärken und Schwächen kennt und sie für sich und mich am besten zur Geltung bringt. Einen, der mich besser kennt als ich mich selbst und mich so antreibt, dass ich über mich selbst hinauswachse. Einen, dem ich so viel vertraue, dass ich ihm die Macht über meinen Körper überlasse, weil ich weiß, dass er uns beide ins Paradies tragen kann.”

Marie merkte, dass sie ins Schwärmen und vor allem ins Schwafeln kam und unterbrach sich. „Hört sich wirklich doof an”, gab sie zu.

„Hört sich wunderbar an!” hielt Jan dagegen. „Und dein Exdom war nicht dieser Prinz auf dem edlen Ross?”

Sie seufzte fast theatralisch. „Das war eine virtuelle DS-Beziehung. Er hat es geschafft, dass ich mich Hals über Kopf in ihn verliebt habe, um mich dann wochenlang hinzuhalten. Liebeskummer und Vernachlässigung, das war kein lustvolles Leiden.

Immerhin aber habe ich mit ihm meine Leidenschaft dafür entdeckt, dominiert zu werden. Es war also nicht umsonst.”

Marie schwieg kurz und ergänzte dann „Jedenfalls hat meine Freundin gesagt, ich sollte einmal reale Erfahrungen machen.”

„Deshalb kommst du her, um dir einen Dom zu suchen?”

Entrüstet entgegnete Marie „Nein, natürlich nicht! Ich wollte einfach einmal reale BDSM-Luft schnuppern und schauen, wohin mich das führt.” Sie funkelte ihn gespielt zornig an „Aber du bist zu neugierig und willst nur meiner Frage ausweichen.”

„Die perfekte Sklavin, die ich nicht habe…” sinnierte Jan.

„Vielleicht so wie diese da.” Er zeigte auf ein Paar in einer Ecke des Lokals. Die Frau saß vor ihrem Herrn auf dem Boden auf Knien. Sie trug nur einen String und ein Halsband. Das Haar hatte sie zu einem Dutt zusammengebunden. Ihr Blick war gesenkt und die Hand ihres Herrn streichelte ihren Hals und Nacken. Marie war es als fühlte sie die Berührung auf ihrer eigenen Haut und es wurde ihr heiß. Automatisch senkte sie den Blick. Jan reagierte schnell, kam an ihre Seite und hob ihr Kinn an: „Sieh hin!”

Die plötzliche Wärme seines Körpers, irritierte sie und ihre Augen fixierten zuerst ihn, bevor sie zurück zu dem Paar wanderten. Jans Duft erreichte ihre Nase und ließ sie innerlich fluchen. Er trug eines dieser Aftershaves, dessen Geruch ihr durch Mark und Bein ging und ihre Libido ordentlich anheizte.

Der Dom legte seine Hand um den Hals der Slavin und zog sie langsam hoch, sodass ihr Oberkörper längs auf seinem Schoss zum Liegen kam. Sie schmiegte ihren Kopf an seinen Oberschenkel. Ihre Augen waren geschlossen. Sie sah entspannt und zufrieden aus.

„Siehst du ihre Hingabe? Wie sie sich fallen, sich von ihm führen lässt?” Marie hörte sein Raunen dicht an ihrem Ohr. Ihr Brustwarzen richteten sich auf und drückten gegen das Top. Sie trug heute keinen BH. Jan löste den sanften Griff um ihr Kinn. Sofort vermisste sie seine Berührung. Verrückt.

Mit Druck fuhren die Hände des Mannes am anderen Tisch über den Rücken seiner Sklavin ağva escort und auf dem Weg zurück, führte er ihre Arme nach oben über ihren Kopf. Es hatte etwas Sanftes und Anmutiges. Marie sah, wie der Dom seinen Kopf zu seiner Sklavin hinabbeugte und etwas sagte. Diese nickte. Zu gerne hätte Marie gewusst, was sie sprachen.

„Vertraust du mir?”

Ihr Blick schnellte zu Jan. „Wie bitte?”

„Das hat er gerade zu ihr gesagt: Vertraust du mir? Und dann: Ich werde dich jetzt schlagen und du wirst dich bedanken!”

Marie konnte sehen, wie Jan fasziniert das Paar beobachtete, während er kommentierte, als würde er wissen was sie redeten.

„Was meinst du Marie, was sie sagt?” raunte er ihr zu, ohne den Blick von dem Paar zu wenden.

Marie schluckte. Ihre Hände zitterten und das Blut schoss ihr unvermittelt zwischen ihre Beine, sodass sie unruhig mit dem Hinterteil hin und her rutschte.

„Ja, ich vertraue dir”, sagte sie mit leiser und etwas brüchiger Stimme. „Danke, dass du dich um mich kümmerst.”

Die Hände des Doms wanderten wieder mit Druck über den Rücken seiner Sklavin nach unten und Jan sagte mit belegter Stimme: „Ich werde dich jetzt züchtigen und du wirst mitzählen.”

„Ja, Herr”, flüsterte Marie so leise, dass sie nicht wusste, ob Jan sie überhaupt hören konnte.

Die eine Hand des Doms ruhte auf einer Backe, die andere hob sich träge und verharrte. Und fuhr dann blitzschnell nieder.

„Eins”, entfuhr es Marie etwas atemlos. Die Hand fuhr über den Arsch der Sklavin als würde sie den Schlag verreiben. Die andere erhob sich erneut. Sie fuhr nieder.

„Zwei”, Marie konnte nicht wegsehen, aber sie merkte, dass Jan sie ansah. Langsam sickerte Nässe in ihren Slip. Scheiße, das hatte schon etwas.

„Drei.”

„Drei, danke Herr”, verbesserte Jan ruhig. „Drei, danke Herr”, sagte Marie brav.

„Dich macht das an, stimmt’s”, stellte Jan fest. In seiner Stimme war kein Vorwurf, sondern zufriedene Gewissheit. Marie sah ihn an. Ihr Atem ging schnell. „Ja, dich nicht?” sagte sie ehrlich. „Du machst mich an”, sagte Jan ruhig und sah ihr in den Augen. Seine braunen in ihre blauen.

Jan sah sie schlucken. Verwirrt senkte sie erneut den Kopf. Wieder zwang er sie, mit Griff unter dem Kinn, ihn anzusehen.

„Vier, danke Herr”, flüsterte Marie, die aus den Augenwinkeln sehen konnte, wie es weiterging.

„Eine Sklavin, wie ich sie möchte, gibt sich mir hin. Sie vertraut mir ihren Körper, ihren Geist und ihre Seele an.”

„Fünf, danke Herr.”

„Sie gehört mir. Mir allein. Sie hört allein auf meine Stimme, auf meinen Befehl.”

„Sechs, danke Herr.”

„Sie bestimmt mich zum Herrscher über ihre Lust. Sie verweigert sich mir niemals, weil sie weiß, dass ich gut für sie sorge.”

„Sieben, danke Herr.”

„Sie weiß sich zu benehmen. Liebt und ehrt meine Regeln. Sie huldigt meinem Körper mit ihrem. Und sie bittet um ihre Strafe, wenn sie einmal meinen Ansprüchen nicht genügt.”

„Acht, danke Herr,” sagte Marie heiser.

Jan nahm Maries Hand. Ihre Wangen glühten und ihre Augen glänzten feucht. Bedächtig führte er die Hand in seinen Schoss. Er hielt sie nicht fest, sodass sie sich ohne Umstand hätte befreien können und legte ihre zitternde Hand sanft ab.

„Neun, danke Herr.” Ihre Stimme war höher geworden. Sie spürte seinen harten Schwanz durch seine Hose und wunderte sich, warum sie ihre Hand nicht wegzog. Stattdessen rieb sie ihn durch den Stoff hindurch und ihre Augen rangen mit Seinen in einem intensiven Kampf.

„Zehn, danke Herr”, sagte sie mit zittriger Stimme und er zog ihren Kopf zu sich und küsste sie. Und es war kein sanfter, zärtlicher Kuss, wie es erste Küsse oft sind. Nein, er war besitzergreifend und leidenschaftlich. Kein Herantasten und Kennenlernen.

Marie schloss die Augen und ließ es zu. Ließ sich von einem fremden Mann küssen. Öffnete ihm ohne Widerstand zu leisten Tür und Tor und ließ seine heiße Zunge in ihren Mund. Sanft berührten sich ihre Zungenspitzen und die Erregung jagte wie ein Stromschlag durch den Körper und ließ Marie leise aufstöhnen. Verdammt war das gut!

Ihre Hand lag immer noch auf seinem beträchtlichen Ständer und ruhte nicht. Vielmehr stachelte sie sein Kuss dazu an, mehr Druck auszuüben und ihn zu massieren, anstatt sanft zu streicheln.

Jan löste sich von Maries Lippen und schaute lächelnd auf ihre Hand hinab. „Ich befürchte, wenn du so weiter machst, wird das nichts mit deinem Vorsatz. Oder hast du deine Meinung geändert und lässt dich doch von einem Wildfremden ficken?”

Marie sah ihn benommen an und nahm hektisch ihre Hand aus seinem Schoss, als der Satz in ihr Bewusstsein gesickert war.

„Habe ich dir erlaubt die Hand wegzunehmen?” sagte er gespielt drohend.

Spontan hätte sie ihre Hand zurückgelegt, doch sie besann sich. Als ihr Atem sich beruhigt hatte, antwortete sie „Ich brauche deine Erlaubnis nicht. Ich gehöre nicht dir. Du hast mir gar nichts zu sagen.”

„Ja, das ist bitter. Das müssen wir ändern!” erwiderte er mit einem nachdenklichen Lächeln und schickte damit ein sehnsüchtiges Ziehen durch Maries Unterleib. Oh nein, sie hatte keine Kontrolle. War sie wirklich so leicht zu haben?

Marie sah zurück zu dem Paar. Die Bestrafung oder was auch immer es war, dauerte noch an. Jan rutschte zurück auf seinen ursprünglichen Platz. Der halbe Meter Abstand erschien viel weiter als zuvor.

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House Of Blues, Atlantic City, New Jersey March of 2006.

Heather was in a cast from the knee down on one leg because of an accident we had been in. An old man crossed over the center line and hit us head on. It totaled our car, but the bruised kneecap was the worst of our injuries. His family had been trying to get him to stop driving for years because he had developed dementia, but…I will keep my opinions about that to myself.

I had gotten Heather a nice bracelet. It was silver, because she detested yellow gold. It was, after all, Valentine’s Day. She presented me with a pair of tickets to the House Of Blues in Atlantic City, New Jersey to see one of my favorite bands, Hawthorne Heights.

My son, who is in the same graduating class as Heather and was 22 at the time, told me that the simple fact that I liked Hawthorne Heights made me a 13-year-old girl. He said there was other evidence in my musical taste that proved that statement as well.

But, hell, I like what I like. And, this concert had me excited. Add to that the fact that we were getting away for a whole weekend. We had to rent a car because ours had not been replaced yet, but that didn’t matter. We actually had a fairly nice rental, so all was good.

Heather was a tease. No, that is a fallacy. A tease makes you believe they are interested, only to blow you off at the last minute. Heather would fuck almost anyone, anytime, and anywhere. The few boundaries she had, I was slowly erasing them.

When we had started dating, she had been a young, cute girl who had been so messed over by life that she had little to no self respect. She told me once, long after we started dating, that she always thought her only value was sex. I was so addicted, that I took advantage of that and pushed her further than she ever imagined she would go. She did the same to me. I was nearly as broken as she was.

The day we left for Atlantic City was a bright, sunny day. It was warm enough to signal the coming of spring while still carrying the weight of a cold winter. It was warm enough, however, for me to wear jeans and a sweater and she wore jeans, a tube top, and her favorite light jacket, which she removed almost as soon as we got on I95.

We were lightheartedly talking and singing when she noticed a pickup truck beside us. There were a couple of guys in it and they did that thing that people always do when passing. They looked into our car and, of course, they made eye contact with Heather.

Without hesitation, she pulled her tube top down to flash them. It was only a ferhatpaşa escort second, but you would have assumed that they had never seen tits before. They were going crazy.

That particular section of Md272 was 2 lanes in each direction, so they stayed beside us. As long as they were there, Heather kept them engaged with her tits; cupping them, flashing them, pinching her nipples for them.

Then we had to get on I95 north, and they were gone, but she was so horny now it wasn’t funny. She leaned over to me as we entered 95 and, as her hand worked its way slowly to my erect cock, she whispered in my ear “You loved me randomly flashing boys, didn’t you?”

“Uh-huh” I weakly smiled.

“You wish I would have fucked them, don’t you? Just pulled over and fucked them in the truck. Right?” she asked as her hand worked on my zipper.

“Uh-huh” I whispered.

She had my cock out now, and leaned to it, taking it in her mouth. She went down as far as she could from her passenger seat, and began to slowly bob her head on my swollen shaft. I had never gotten road head before, and I must admit, it was difficult to control myself for a couple of minutes.

I knew people around us would have an idea what was going on if they glanced in our direction, but when I noticed we were beside another pickup, I slowed down and stayed alongside him, a guy in his mid-forties apparently.

He saw directly into our car and smiled. He watched her suck my cock until I came, explosively, in her mouth. She swallowed it down without hesitation and smiled as she sat up. Then she noticed him.

“How long has he been watching?” she asked with a smile.

“Since…pretty much we got on 95” I said.

She turned to him and flashed him, playing with her tits and pinching her nipples for him. Then she leaned back and spread her legs, and started rubbing over her pussy, which was wet enough that you could see her dampened crotch on her pants.

She masturbated until she came and it was everything I could do to keep the car on the road. But, he never left our side until he got off of 95 at Route 1 in Delaware.

The rest of the trip was, sadly, uneventful. We just talked and teased and listened to music. We checked in our hotel. We went to get something to eat. And then, we were off to the House Of Blues.

We were immediately confronted with a problem when we entered the arena space in the house of blues. It was a standing room only venue, with a large floor directly in front gebze escort of the stage. This would have been my preferred place to see the show, but Heather could not stand that long and she couldn’t risk the possibility of being knocked down by moshers.

We asked someone from the event staff about a seat and he took us up to the balcony. This is where the bar and VIP seating overlooking the floor and stage were located, but this being a concert that would attract so many uder age concert goers, it was not open up here.

Along the edge of the balcony, there were large leather sofas from which to view the show. We immediately took the center stage space. It was a perfect view, but it did separate us from the show somewhat.

June was the first band to play. They were awful, but most of the time, the opening act in a 5 act show is not the greatest. But, that didn’t stop Heather from flashing them, and those in the crowd below who noticed. And, after the first flash or two, plenty of people noticed.

When June did their requisite set, a couple of guys started up the steps to the balcony. We had been noticed.

“Hi” said one of the guys, approximately 20 years old, tall and thin.

“Hi” Heather responded with a smile toward me.

“I saw you from down there,” he said shyly.

“You did, huh?” Heather said as her hand began to gently rub her chest in an attempt to be nonchalant.

“Did you like June?” he asked.

“They were terrible” she responded.

Silence.

“Do you know Emory?” he asked.

“No, but Jimm does” she responded. The first acknowledgement of my presence..

Silence.

He nodded in my direction. Heather’s hand lay on the mound created by her beautiful breasts and her index finger massaged it gently. Back and forth. Continually. Insistently.

She was smiling.

Both guys eyes were transfixed on her finger scratching the fabric of her tube top a scant inch or so away from the visible bump made by her excited nipple. She was obviously turned on. But, she was always horny and ready to fuck.

She made one elongated sweep with her finger and gently grazed her erect nipple..She looked at me and smiled. Her eyes asked one question. I nodded almost imperceptibly. Her finger moved to the top edge of her top and hooked the edge, pulling it down almost, but not quite, far enough to reveal an areola. As she let it go, it snapped back into place.

“I noticed you from down there” tall guy finally said.

“What güzelyalı escort did you notice?” she asked.

“Uhh, ” he stammered.

“These?” she asked as her hands squeezed both her breasts firmly.

“Yeah?” he said.

“Did you notice anything?” she asked quiet guy.

He nodded.

“Come and sit down” she said as she took a seat in the middle of the sofa. Each guy obediently took a seat on either side of her. They could see the stage, but were not visible to the crowd. I had a perfect spot to lookout. Standing behind the sofa with a line of sight to the stairs and the floor below.

The two boys had obviously not been around a girl as sexually active as Heather, and were hesitant once they were seated, even with so obvious an invitation.

“Do you want to see her tits?” I asked, hoping to break the ice.

“Yes” they responded in unison.

That was all the prodding she needed, pulling her tube top down, completely exposing her magnificent breasts. No one below could see what was going on, but from my vantage point, I was watching my girlfriends tits being mauled by two guys barely out of their teens while I was watching Emory take the stage.

Emory was louder than June, and better as well. The volume gave Heather and the boys more confidence, and soon one guy was between her legs fucking her while she leaned over and sucked the other guys cock.

She took his cock deep into her mouth, saliva dripping as she moaned from the pounding her pussy was taking.. Then, tall guy withdrew from her pussy, obviously ready to cum. She released quiet guys cock from her grip and pulled tall guy back into here. She guided him to pound her as he came inside her.

As soon as he did, she led quiet guy around to her pussy and guided him in. He began to fuck her, and it wasn’t long until he was ready to cum. She held on to him, taking his cum deep inside herself as well.

She put her arms around him and pulled him close, pressing her tits into his chest.

Both guys pulled their pants back up and Heather fixed herself. The four of us stood and watched the rest of Emory’s set with one of them on either side of her, and Heather holding on to the railing, grinding her ass into my hugely erect cock all the while.

Emory finished their set and we all applauded. The two guys, whose names we still didn’t know, said they were going to go back down and join their friends.

“Boy friends or girl friends?” Heather asked coyly.

“Uhh, guys” said quiet guy.

“Bring them to our hotel after the show” Heather said. “We have a hot tub.”

“There are six of us” said tall guy.

“Perfect” she said.

They both looked at me quizzically. I nodded my approval.

Heather gave them the name of the hotel and the room number

We watched the rest of the concert, and as much as I wanted to see it, I couldn’t wait to get back to our room.

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I rose, and went to work. My secretary Lindsay came in with some phone messages and updates on meetings for today. After Janet’s departure from our team, Casey stayed with me, but Margaret went with Janet. I replaced her with another young associate named Lauren, and added a few more to the staff. Lauren was nice looking with a pleasant petite shape. She always wore blouses that showed some amount of cleavage of what might be a pretty nice set.

She had a master’s degree in computer science with experience in programming and testing. She was very bright, and much more user-friendly than Margaret. She will eventually become my assistant, taking Janet’s supervisory duties more fully. I like taking all my employees out to lunch, but after my experiences with Janet … there is nothing romantic with either Lauren, Lindsay, or any other females on the staff.

I spent some time in my office thinking about Sarah, my enigmatic wife with her impenetrable smile. I was at a loss as to what to think! Sarah and I have had amazing sex lately, but she still seemed to prefer this ass-clown, David, to me, and to remain aloof and secretive. I was not giving up on Sarah, and would fight to take her back from him.

I smiled as I remembered how good Sherri was with my children this morning, getting them dressed and fed and off to school. Claire and Todd both love her, and they toe the line with her … maybe even better than with Sarah or me.

If I lost my battle for Sarah’s heart, and she was happily situated with her new love, Sherri would be a very natural choice for me. I didn’t love her as much as I did Sarah, but I liked her! I liked her a lot, and perhaps that’s a start! Perhaps like could turn to love over time … it sometimes does! My children would accept her, since she was already like a second ‘Mother’ to them.

These reveries were interrupted by business as Lauren breezed into my office, filling the air with her sweet-florid scent. She reached over me to key up a new program for me to review, after she and Casey completed their testing.

She always stood close to me, and I could feel her soft breath on my neck. Just a slight turn of my head was rewarded by a hint … just a soft curve … of her right breast as it disappeared into its cotton and lace B-cup.

Since it was Friday, my thoughts turned to my retaliatory date with Janet. My mind agreeably took in her body from head to toe, with special attention to what I remember of her magnificent breasts—large and firm for her petite shape. What will I want to do with her? What will she allow me to do? Since she pushed me away so many years ago, what will be her current attitude be toward me?

All questions to be answered h tonight. I somehow made it through the rest of the day, and even managed, with Lauren’s help, to get some work done!

I was getting ready for my date. Sarah came in and asked,

“Am I allowed to ask, who you are seeing?”

“It would be unfair to say, since I would be revealing information she might want protected.”

“What if I asked you not to go Jamie?”

“Would I have been able to talk you out of seeing David earlier this week, Sarah?”

“Guess not!” she said, quietly with her head down, and as she turned to leave, she said over her shoulder, “Just be safe, darling!”

Since Sherri is unavailable tonight, Sarah has invited the still single Kim Nguyen, to keep her company and help with the kids. Kim Nguyen is a small slender and very petite Asian beauty, with long, smooth and silky black hair and dark almond eyes to get lost in.

She is also popular with my kids and she often takes them out for an afternoon of whatever on a weekend day here and there. She was the manager of a research library, very intelligent and well read. My Daughter Claire loved her for her hair-dressing skills, and the two of them spent a lot of time together on ‘girl stuff.’

Since Sarah was in the kid’s rooms getting them ready for bed, Kim wandered in to help me dress. Since she had seen me naked so many times it was a welcome intrusion. She asks,

“Who’s the lucky lady, Jamie?”

“Mmm, I shouldn’t say!”

“Come on Jamie, this is Kim! I will not say anything to Sarah. You can tell me” I leaned over and whispered in her ear,

“Janet!”

“Uh-huh, veerryy interesting! Do we have a nice supply of condoms, darling?”

“Not going to come to that. If you are staying over tonight, maybe I will need them with you!” I joked. Kim laughed and retorted,

“Then I’ll be sure to stick around then!” We both laughed at that, as she helped me tie my tie.

Sarah walked in, gave me a half-smile, and sat on the edge of the bed. I could hear her crying as I left and Kim sat next to her, to comfort her. It made me feel like a real heel, but I left.

~ ~ ~

Janet was a vision in a short, tight dress, that showed a lot of her ample bosom! In the last ten years, she has not lost her shape, in fact if anything, she is even lovelier. I eyüpsultan escort had reservations at a four-star restaurant, and had in mind to take her to a jazz club downtown later.

I had no idea what I expected from Janet after all these years, but my plan didn’t initially include sex—just showing an old friend a nice time out on the town. I complemented her on the way she looked, and she smiled with a slight blush. She stepped forward and kissed me sweetly; her lips were warm and tasted sweet.

I opened the car door for her, she settled in her seat, and reached over and pushed my door open for me. I noticed that her hem rose up her thigh a little from her efforts. She noticed that I noticed and smiled. I turned my attentions to the road as we talked a little.

The first thing she wanted to say, was how happy she was that I called her and asked her out … even after all these years.

“Jamie, just out of curiosity, why did you call me? You must have had others to turn to!”

“I was curious about you. You were the girl I loved for a long time, and … well … let’s just say that I did call!”

We kept the rest of the conversation rather inconsequential, saving the deeper stuff for the restaurant. I stole a look at her; her legs, her breasts, her pretty face. She kept looking straight ahead, but smiled knowing that I was surveying the landscape. I had to say something about it so I said,

“Janet you are still one of the loveliest women I know. I hope we have a lot of fun tonight!” She turned, gave me a bitter-sweet smile and said softly,

“We will, Jamie; I owe it to you!”

I escorted my lovely date into the restaurant. Although I had a reservation, I pressed a folded fifty into the hand of the maître d’ in a handshake, to ensure a nice table away from kitchen doorways and foot traffic—kind of a requirement in this town at a fine restaurant. He brought us swiftly to a very nice table. Janet was impressed, and smiled at me,

“Thanks Jamie, this is a great spot and we can talk a little. Darling we need to talk!”

“I have to say, it is a little daunting, being out with a millionaire!” I started.

“Jamie, you know I am not like that! You saw my townhouse, it is not that special, and except for the mink, I live very modestly. You know from Becca that I set up an educational trust with most of my money, since I really don’t need that much. I have the income from my consulting firm, and royalties from the bank.” She reached over and gently put her hand on mine,

“Please just treat me like the plain and simple girl you knew, honey!”

“Alright! Plain … simple! Got it! I would just like to say again, how amazing you look tonight, Janet! I forgot how beautiful you were!”

She blushed, but we were interrupted by the waiter. We ordered a couple of drinks and talked as we looked over the menu. She gave me a serious look and said,

“Jamie, the first thing I want to say to you, is that I am so, so sorry for being a fool the last time we went out. I was in love with you, but I was still a little angry because of your dating around, and maybe I wanted to hurt you a little.” Then she said,

“Jamie, if you would have hung in there with me at that pub instead of leaving, I would have eventually told those guys to get lost, after they served their purpose. I ended up taking one of them home, but I would have much preferred it to be you. I was shameless after you showed me a nice evening, and day of sailing, and I am sorry.”

“Jan, it hurt that you wanted me to fetch and carry for you and your friends, and I just decided not to do it.” I said. She smiled wryly and said,

“I forgot how easy it is for you to pick up any woman you want. You are very handsome, and charming, whether you know it or not. And, your immense intellect comes out quickly when you are with someone. Women love intelligent men, especially if they are as presentable as you are. I misjudged you honey!” Then in a softer voice,

“Jamie, I still love you! I always will! I bore the hell out our mutual friends asking about you all the time … about you, and little Todd, and lovely Claire. Jamie darling, you will always have a place in my heart.” She teared up just a little but dabbed them away with her linen napkin.

I told her, “Janet, I was so sure that you were the woman of my dreams, and we and any children, would have lived happily ever after.”

“I wanted that too, Jamie. But I foolishly had to feed my anger, and ended up pushing you away.” Then with another thought she continued,

“Jamie, I’m just thinking about the irony of the situation. You coming to me to show up a woman you went to, to show me up many years ago. Sarah was the girl you turned to when I chased you away, and you are turning to me when Sarah pushed you away!”

“Yeah, I thought about that too!” I agreed.

The conversation was lighter after she issued me the apology she needed to cihangir escort give me tonight, and we could now relax and have a nice time.

“Janet, I can still see you naked in that little bathroom in my old office, with your cute little ass perched on edge of the sink cleaning yourself under the faucet, after we made love.”

She blushed deeply, said, “Oh, Jamie! I think I would give all my money to have those simple times back again, and just be loved by you!” then she said in nearly a whisper,

“I’m going to let you have me tonight Jamie, if that is your wish! So … I am asking you to just take a vacation from your marriage so I can have a little piece of you. Even if it is for the last time!” Then I said, taking one of her small hands in mine,

“You have to know that I had never gotten you completely out of my system, and … you will always have a piece of my heart too!”

“Thank you for that! I guess I needed to hear you say that Jamie!” she said softly.

“I love Sarah. If I lose her I might not want to remarry for a while, if ever. But, I have do several women who have told me that they would love to be wife number two. Should I add your name to that list?”

“Yes, of course Jamie! You know that’s the enigma of you; in physical stature, you don’t compare with taller handsomer, more well-endowed men, but there isn’t a woman alive that wouldn’t take you into her bed for the price of a smile from your handsome face. It took you less than ten minutes after I pushed you away to walk out with another woman, and a pretty one!”

“So tell me Janet, what happed to your taller handsomer, more well-endowed man?”

“He disappeared one morning with five-thousand dollars from my safe, Twenty-five-thousand dollars of my jewelry, and all of my credit cards. So right now, he is doing eight-to-ten upstate. See what you cost me by walking out on me Jamie? If you would have stayed in that pub, I would have gotten over my anger and married you.” She chuckled with another thought,

“You could have been married to a beautiful, young, multi-millionaire with big breasts! Isn’t that every man’s wet dream?” I Laughed and replied,

“Maybe, but it’s not mine! All I ever wanted was a nice woman I could make love to every night for the rest of my life! And … I have my own money!”

“I know that about you darling, it’s one of the many things I love about you! I would have loved to be that girl you described! I don’t need all that f’ing money either. I was a very happy girl, working for you and letting you look down my blouse everyday Jamie!”

“Well, it was a very lovely view!” then changing the subject, I said, “After this, let me take you to a nice little jazz club downtown! How does that sound?

“Oh, Jamie that sounds wonderful! Yes, let’s do it!” She reached over and put her hand on mine.

“Alright, we’ll close the f’ing place down tonight!” I said, and she wiggled her pretty butt in her chair with glee.

“Um, Jamie, I will have to visit the ladies’ room. Sitting with you is making me wet and I’m not um, wearing panties—just thought that would be sexier. I have a pair in my purse and I may need them on tonight!”

“Mmm, why don’t you just put them on in the car. That way I can watch!”

“Jamie! You are such a naughty boy! The ladies’ room will be fine!”

The waiter asked if we wanted dessert, and Janet said no right away, and so did I. She went to the ladies’ room and I paid the bill. I was waiting in front for her with her mink stole on my arm. I wrapped it around her shoulders when she emerged, and led her out to the car.

When we got to the car, I said, “Let me see!” as I cast my eyes down to her midsection.

“Jamie! Here?”

“Yup!” I said.

“There are people walking by! Look there’s a couple coming right now!”

“C’mon, baby! No guts no glory! Give them a little thrill—they look like they could use one! Plus, you will never see them again for the rest of your life!”

“Well, glory is over-rated darling! But okay, you little perv!”

A slow sexy smile crept across her pretty face, and with a couple of sexy wiggles, she lifted the hem of her already short dress all the way up to her hips, to displayed her pretty white silk and lace panties to me, and to the couple approaching. The guy smiled broadly while his date covered her mouth to stifle a little giggle.

Then Janet blushed deeply and started to lower her hemline. I stopped her by sliding my fingers over her expensively silk-encased pussy. She moaned softly as I moved in to kiss her. I felt Janet’s sweet breath a half second before the initial pressure of lips on lips.

Our voyeurs noticed, and quickly moved to their car. He pushed her up against it and kissed her as his hand slid down over her hip.

Janet always put the strength of her emotions into her kisses, and this one was no different; her lips tasted sweet, with a tint of the vintage feriköy escort Bordeaux from dinner! They were warm … soft … gave me chills as she pressed them into mine.

I pulled back, and with her eyes still closed, her lips pushed forward still reaching for mine, she fluttered her eyes open, and I watched her pink lips recover from their pucker and sweeten into a pretty smile! She breathed a single word … softly,

“Jamie!”

I opened the door for her, she settled in her seat and when I went around she had pushed my door open for me. I looked over that this amazingly beautiful woman, and smiled. My eyes fell to her lovely shapely legs, since she had them askew, and her hem was high enough to see the little white triangle of her panties.

My old feelings for this woman came flooding back, looking at her and tasting that (literally) sweet-as-wine kiss. Her pretty face, her taut dress hugging her shapely little behind, and her lovely legs were all conspiring against my very last bit of will-power. I looked over at her before staring my car and said,

“Janet, I am just going to enjoy being with you tonight, and just let the chips fall where they may, later. Tonight I am single, and you are my girl!”

“Oh Jamie! I will make it so memorable for you!”

She talked brightly on the way; with intelligent and witty banter from her, met with quick comic counter-punches from me. It was a joy to see this pretty girl laugh again! I had forgotten what it was like to converse with a woman who is arguably one of the few most intelligent persons on the planet—a woman who completed her PhD in systems analysis at age nineteen, and had an IQ well over 200.

Just the sheer power of that brilliance behind those gorgeous eyes, and that amazing body, was … was … monstrously arousing!

But mostly, my mind was racing after my declaration to her about ‘chips falling where they may’ tonight and repercussions from that tomorrow. The vision of a tearful Sarah being comforted by Kim in my bedroom as I left, haunted me!

It haunted me!

How could I enjoy being with this pretty, and brilliant woman, when I know that Sarah is suffering at home. But, I thought about how much Sarah worried about my suffering last Tuesday when she was with her lover-boy. I can imagine that she was letting chips fall where they may as well.

Once downtown, I left the car in a parking ramp and we walked to the Jazz club. Before we emerged from the confines of the ramp, she quickly turned, and pressed her lips into mine again. My hands went up and over her amazing breasts, massaging them over her dress. “Oh, Jaammiiee!” she moaned.

I guessed that the tinkling sound I was hearing was chips starting to fall!

The club was starting to fill up, but a folded twenty for this venue was enough to get us a nice table by the dancefloor. Service was quick and we each ordered a drink. It was early yet and they were still featuring a warm up combo that was quite good.

I looked over at my lovely date, and she was beaming! She looked lovely in this light, glowing … iridescent! She was taking in the sights and enjoying the music. I said to my girl,

“It’s not Fats Domino, or Chuck Berry (her R&B favs), but would you like to dance to it?” Her bright sparkling eyes turned to meet mine and she said,

“Oh yes darling, let’s!”

I pulled her chair out for her and helped her to her feet, and we did a jazzy dance to the music. I twirled her in and out, and we made more than a good accounting of ourselves, and we had a lot of eyes on us (on her really) as we danced. I saw a man undressing Janet with his eyes as we passed his table. Janet notice as well, but ignored him as we made our way back to our table.

Back at the table, her eyes sparkled as she smiled at me! As we talked I could see the old Janet, the one I fell in love with, starting to emerge. Was I starting to fall for her all over again? Looking at me with pure love in her eyes, Janet asked,

“Jamie, doesn’t she know what she has? That woman is a fool!”

“That’s very funny Janet! Sarah said the exact same thing about you, the day I met her!”

“Well, she was right, I was a fool to chase you away. What a wonderful weekend you planned for me! We made supper for ourselves, danced to some old rhythm and blues, and cuddled through the night, then you took you sailing the next day.” She was becoming emotional as she recounted our last date, then continued,

“I loved it, but what did I do to repay you, I flirted like a cheap little slut with every man that smiled at me. Then to thank you for taking me out to a lovely little pub, I chased you away with a couple of men weren’t even worth my notice.” She teared up,

“Jamie, I didn’t blame you for leaving me. I treated you horribly! If there was ever a chance for me again, I would grab you in less than a picosecond, and hold on to you tight!”

I took a napkin and held her face gently as I dried her tears and trying to calm her sniffles. I said,

“Jan, I forgave you years ago! Now, let’s see that famous smile of yours, and have fun tonight!”

She lowered her face and smiled sweetly, beating back her teary hesitant breath. She put a dainty hand on mine, and said,

“Thank you Jamie darling! Let’s do have a nice time … and be lovers tonight!”

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