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“Es tut uns sehr Leid, aber wir haben uns leider für eine andere Bewerberin entscheiden.” Lilly registrierte erst einige Zeit später, als das penetrante Tuten wieder in ihr Bewusstsein drang, dass sie das Telefon immer noch am Ohr hatte. Fast hätte sie es fallen gelassen, als sie wieder zu sich kam. Das darf doch nicht wahr sein. Selbst da bekam sie keinen Job.

Lilly stand auf, ging die drei Schritte, die ihr kleines, billiges Hotelzimmer ihr ermöglichten und holte ihr Portemonnaie aus dem Schrank. Auch nach mehrfachem Nachzählen wurde es nicht mehr. Sie besaß genau noch 36 Euro. Sie marschierte zurück ans Fenster und starrte auf den verdreckten Hinterhof hinter ihrem Hotel.

Endlich frei sein. Acht Tage war nun ihr achtzehnter Geburtstag her. Frei sein. Endlich weg aus diesem miefigen Spießbürgerhaus, in dem ihre langweilige Mama mit diesem unerträglichen neuen Kerl lebte. “So lange Du Deine Füße unter meine Tisch stellst, machst Du, was ich sage”, hatte er sie angebrüllt. Ralf-Peter, sie hatte schon immer gedacht, ein Name, wie bestellt für diesen Rüpel. Einer seiner Lieblingssprüche. “Dann geh ich halt”, hatte sie zurückgefaucht — und sich gleich wieder eine eingefangen, dass sie längs über das Sofa flog. Dabei war er nur ihr Stiefvater, was hatte der miese Kerl ihr zu sagen, geschweige denn ihr bei jedem Anlass eine runterzuhauen. Und ihre Mutter saß daneben, schüttelte den Kopf und sagte, “Kind, was soll aus Dir werden, so ungezogen, was soll aus Dir werden.”

Als ob es ihr nicht egal wäre, was aus ihr würde. Weg, das war alles was sie wollte. Nachdem sie ihre Ausbildung hingeschmissen hatte – Einzelhandels-Fachverkäuferin, so etwas langweiliges — wurde es endgültig zur Hölle. Sie hatte sich geschworen, am 18. Geburtstag raus und weg. Frei sein. In die Stadt und ohne die Alten anfangen. Alles wird neu, alles wird schick.

Und nun saß sie hier, in diesem verranzten Hotel, dass sie noch nicht einmal bezahlen konnte. Lilly nahm ihr Wasserglas, öffnete die Tür zum Flur und ging hinaus. Jana bog gerade um die Ecke zum Treppenhaus. “Na, Süße, wie geht’s?” fragte sie. Und sah dann, wie es Lilly ging, der sofort die Tränen in die Augen schossen. “Na komm, wie sieht es aus — bist Du nachher da? Dann komm ich mal vorbei bei Dir.” Lilly nickte nur und drückte sich schnell, bevor die Tränen flossen, an ihrer Nachbarin vorbei.

Du Idiot, schalt sie sich, als sie die Treppe hinunter marschierte. Hättest ja wenigstens “Danke” und “komm doch bitte” sagen können, ärgerte sie sich. Jana wohnte einige Zimmer weiter, zumindest manchmal. Jana war eine prachtvolle Frau, hatte sie gedacht, als sie sich das erste Mal begegneten. Eine wallende Mähne, immer top geschminkt, klasse Figur und immer schicke Klamotten an. Und Jana war der einzige Mensch, mit dem Lilly gesprochen hatte, seitdem sie in der Stadt war. Sie wusste gar nicht wie alt Jana eigentlich war, das sollte sie heute Abend mal fragen.

Lilly schlich zum Eiswürfelautomat, der neben der Rezeption in einem Nebengang stand. Sie hatte nichts zu trinken, und weil sie nichts kaufen wollte, hatte sie angefangen, Wasser aus dem Eiswürfelautomat zu ziehen. Sie füllte ihr Glas, schlich wieder zurück, in der Hoffnung, dass der griesgrämige alte Mann an der Rezeption sie nicht bemerkt hatte. Hatte er aber doch, wie immer. Sie hörte sein missbilligendes Grunzen, als sie ins Treppenhaus floh. Der alte Sack, fluchte Lilly leise, als sie die Treppen hinaufstieg. Er schien an der Rezeption angewachsen zu sein, immer sah sie ihn da, tagsüber und tief in der Nacht. Sie wusste auch nicht genau, warum sie immer so ein Geheimnis aus ihrer Tour zum Automat machte, na ja, gestand sie sich ein, doch — es sollte bloß keiner merken, dass sie noch nicht einmal Wasser kaufen konnte. Und der alte Mann machte ihr Angst, mit seinen Bartstoppeln, seinen Furchen und Falten im Gesicht und seinen buschigen, grauen Augenbrauen über diesen dunklen Augen. Er widerte sie an, der alte Mann, der so streng roch.

Mit Schrecken dachte sie daran, wie sie nach ihrer ersten Nacht in der Stadt spät abends ins Hotel kam und er auf einmal im Halbdunkel der Rezeption vor ihr stand. Sie war fast auf ihn geprallt, bevor sie ihn umrannte, hatte sie ihn aber gerochen und würde diesen Geruch nicht mehr vergessen, streng, säuerlich, alt und verbraucht. Er hatte sie damals genau ins Gesicht geschaut und sie hatte den Schreck ihres Leben erhalten — als ob der alte Mann bis in ihr Innerstes schauen konnte. Lilly schloss ihr Zimmer auf, setzte sich auf das Bett und wartete auf Jana.

Ihre Nachbarin kam spät, erst gegen zehn. Anscheinend hatte sie vorher noch Besuch gehabt, zumindest hatte Lilly gehört, wie zwei Männer den Gang hinunter gegangen waren und außer Jana wohnte da niemand mehr. Aber die zwei waren eine Stunde später wieder gegangen und nun klopfte Jana an Lillys Tür.

Jana erzählte vom Urlaub in Griechenland, von dem neuen Einkaufszentrum in der Stadt, von einem neuen tollen Hosenanzug, den sie kayışdağı escort gekauft hatte und merkte schnell, dass all dies genau die falschen Themen waren. Sie hatte zwei Flaschen Sekt dabei und öffnete nun die zweite. “So, nun erzähl mal, was hier bei Dir los ist”, sagte sie, und nahm Lillys Hand.

Als hätte Jana einen Schalter betätigt, schoss es aus Lilly heraus. Die bittere Zeit zuhause, ihr unerträglicher Stiefvater, ihre verstaubte Mutter, die abgebrochene Ausbildung. Die Bilder stiegen auf.

Sie erinnerte sich, wie Ralf-Peter sie einmal windelweich geschlagen hatte. 15 war sie da gewesen und hatte beim Einkaufsbummel mit einer Freundin ein Minikleid mitgebracht. Ihr allererstes. Stolz hatte sie ihre Errungenschaft ihrer Mutter präsentiert. Aber die hatte nur den Kopf geschüttelt und Ralf-Peter gerufen. “Wie läufst du hier rum”, hatte der gleich gebrüllt, “Du bist doch keine Hure. Zieh das Ding sofort aus, das wirst Du nie anziehen.” Sie hatte sich verteidigen wollen, “es laufen doch alle meine Freundinnen im Sommer auch mit einem Mini herum, da ist doch nichts bei”. Rumms, hatte sie eine Ohrfeige sitzen, dass ihr Hören und Sehen verging. Und ihre Mutter hatte nachgelegt. “Mir egal, was die anderen machen, Du machst es nicht. Oder bist Du etwa ein Flittchen?” “Ich bin kein Flittchen, ich will doch nur nett aussehen.” Rumms, hatte sie die nächste sitzen. “Nett aussehen, ich werd Dir was geben von wegen nett aussehen”, hatte ihr Stiefvater sie angebrüllt und sie dann einfach gepackt, und über die Knie gelegt. Mit Schaudern dachte sie daran, wie der kräftige Mann sie mit einer Hand gehalten hatte und ihr mit der anderen den Hintern versohlt hatte. Wie ein kleines Kind hatte er ihr mit der flachen Hand auf den Po gedroschen, bis sie am Ende nur noch heulend da lag und auf das Ende der Tortur wartete.

Dabei war er selbst ein geiler Bock. Sie erinnerte sich daran, wie ihre Freundin Gina zu Besuch war — die natürlich im Hochsommer mit einem knappen Kleidchen kam und ein enges bauchfreies Top trug. Ralf-Peter hatte sie angegiert, dass ihm fast der Sabber aus den Mundwinkeln lief und Gina hatte das schamlos ausgenutzt. Lilly war damals entsetzt gewesen, wie freundlich und zuvorkommend der alte Rüpel war. “Ich weiß nicht, was Du willst, Dein alter Herr ist doch ein ganz Netter”, hatte Gina beim Abschied gesagt. “Ein netter Kerl”, meine Güte. Lilly hatte gesehen, wie sich Gina immer, wenn es irgendwie ging, an Ralf-Peter vorbeigedrückt hatte, einmal hatte sie sogar ihren Hintern gegen ihn gepresst, als er in der Tür stand und sie vorbei ging. Oder wie sich Gina gebückt hatte, um etwas aus dem Kühlschrank zu holen, lange hatte sie gesucht, was doch sichtbar vor ihr stand, dabei ihren Arsch immer weiter rausgestreckt, es fehlte nur, dass sie mit ihrem Hinterteil noch vor ihrem Stiefvater herum wackelte.

Und dann der letzte große Krach. “Was glaubst du, wie lange wir dich hier noch aushalten werden?”, hatte Ralf-Peter sie angebrüllt, “Du lebst von dem Geld Deiner Mutter und meinem und tust nichts dafür, außer es für Partys und Mist auszugeben.” Sie hatte sich nicht mehr getraut, etwas zu erwidern, nahm die Vorwürfe hin, aber da war ihr klar — wenn sie 18 war, raus da. Und nie mehr zurück.

“Du hast kein Geld mehr”. Jana fragte nicht, sie stellte fest. Lilly nickte nur. Jana dachte offenbar über all das, was Lilly ihr erzählt hatte, nach. Tagelang hatte sie einen Job gesucht, nichts bekommen, selbst als Putzfrau hatte sie jetzt eine Absage bekommen. “Es kann doch nicht sein, dass ich hier nirgendwo eine Arbeit finde”, jammerte Lilly. Jana schaute sie an, mit einem ganz nachdenklichen Ausdruck. “Wie viel Geld hast Du noch?” Lilly zählte ihr die knappe Barschaft vor. Wieder schaute Jana sie lange an. “Und Du hast das Hotel noch nicht bezahlt.” Lilly schüttelte den Kopf.

“Lass mich mal nachdenken, ich glaube, ich kenne jemanden, der Dir helfen kann”, sagte Jana schließlich. “Das wird schon, vertrau mir.” Und wieder schaute Jana die junge Frau vor ihr an, musterte sie, als würde sie das junge Mädchen zum ersten Mal sehen.

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“Das ist Steven.” Lilly hatte den Mann, der neben Jana stand, noch nie gesehen. Steven streckte die Hand aus. “Die Sonne geht auf, so ein hübsches Mädel hast Du hier in der Nachbarschaft und sagst mir nix davon”, lachte er. Lilly lächelte zurück, Komplimente bekam sie in letzter Zeit schließlich eher selten. “Lass uns hier weg gehen, irgendwo hin, wo es schöner ist”, Steven nahm die beiden Frauen mit, raus aus dem Hotel. Draußen traf Lilly fast der Schlag. Stevens Auto war ein schwerer Audi, eine große Limousine, ein Heidengeld musste diese Kiste gekostet haben.

Sie fuhren in die Stadt, gingen in eine Bar, in ein Eiscafe, hatten Spaß — tatsächlich hatte Lilly seit Wochen nicht mehr so viel gelacht. Steven brachte sie aber auch immer zum Lachen, er war lustig, hatte immer einen lockeren Spruch drauf und war immer gut gelaunt. kaynarca escort Lillys Stimmung stieg.

Als sie am Flußufer saßen und auf die Schiffe schauten, holte Steven eine Zigarette heraus und begann zu rauchen. “Jana hat mir erzählt, dass Du ein Problem hast”, sagte er, und schaute Lilly dabei in die Augen. Sie senkte erst den Blick, aber er nahm ganz zärtlich ihr Kinn und hob es wieder an. Sie konnte nicht anders und schaute ihm genau in die Augen. Lilly hatte es vorher noch gar nicht so genau gesehen, aber Steven hatte ungemein helle Augen, ein blasses Blau, ins grünliche herein. Sie schaute Steven tief in die Augen und las seine Hilfsbereitschaft. Vielleicht würde er ihr ja tatsächlich helfen können.

Steven hörte sich Lillys Probleme an, dann schaute er eine Weile an ihr herunter. “Hör zu”, sagte er dann plötzlich und schaute ihr wieder genau in die Augen, “ich habe da eine Idee. Du musst erst mal raus aus diesem Hotel, das ist zu teuer und eh nicht besonders. Du kannst eine Wohnung von einem Freund haben, der ist auf Auslandsreise und Monatelang nicht da. Und ich denke, ich habe auch was, wo Du Geld verdienen kannst.” Steven lachte sie wieder an, ein strahlendes Lächeln, dass Lilly vollends für ihn einnahm.

Steven war ein Mann der Tat, das musste Lilly anerkennen. Sofort nach der Rückkehr ins Hotel beorderte er die Frauen in Lillys Zimmer, zum packen. Im Hochgehen sah Lilly, wie Steven zu dem alten Mann an der Rezeption ging.

“Meinst Du, das klappt wirklich”, fragte Lilly Jana, als sie ihre Siebensachen zusammen räumte. “Na klar, mein Schatz, Steven regelt das schon. Das ist ein, ein, ganz netter Kerl.” Lilly entging die kurze Pause, mit der Jana dies sagte. Keine zehn Minuten, nachdem sie ins Hotel gegangen waren, verließ Lilly es auch wieder. Der Mann an der Rezeption lehnte über seinem Tresen. “Auf Wiedersehen, schönes Mädchen”, rief er hinterher und lachte dann, ein hohes Kichern, bei dem es ihr den Rücken herunterlief. Lilly schaute Steven an, der sie anlachte: “Mach Dir keinen Kopf, das ist erledigt, alles kein Thema.”

Lilly ließ sich in die tiefen Ledersitze des Audi sinken und schloss kurz die Augen. Es würde voran gehen, alles wird gut, Steven ist ein echter Freund.

Er fuhr die beiden Frauen in die Außenbezirke der Stadt, in eine anonyme Hochhaussiedlung mit zehngeschossigen Häusern. Als sie ausstiegen, nahm er sogar Lillys Tasche, auch wenn sie das erst gar nicht zulassen wollte. “Lass schon, so ein hübsches Girl wie Du sollte doch wohl keinen schweren Sachen tragen”, grinste er sie an und hakte Lilly unter. Im neunten Stock kamen sie an, Steven öffnete die Tür zu einer Wohnung hinten im Flur. Lilly stand staunend am Fenster und schaute auf die kleinen Autos und die kleinen Menschen unter ihr. Die Wohnung war nicht groß, aber ihr kam sie wie ein Palast vor. Ein kleiner Flur, ein Wohnzimmer mit, wie ihr schien, recht edlen Möbeln, aus Glas und Stahl. Und ein Schlafzimmer mit einem riesenhaften Bett, ein kreisrundes Gerät mit einem Durchmesser, dass man sich darauf in alle Richtungen drehen konnte.

“Gefällt es Dir”, fragte Jana. “Na klar”, sagte Lilly, “aber…” Steven fiel ihr ins Wort. „So, meine Süße, hier kannst Du erst mal bleiben. Das ist doch was Besseres als das schäbige Hotel.” “Danke” sagte Lilly und ließ zu, dass Steven sie einmal ganz fest an sich drückte. “Und jetzt gehen wir Deinen Einzug feiern.”

Sie waren in der Stadt. Das erste Mal seit ihrer Ankunft hier — wie lange das nun schon her schien — ging Lilly aus. Steven lud sie in ein edles Restaurant ein, dann gingen sie noch in eine Bar, endeten in der Disco. Spät nachts setzte Steven Lilly und Jana am Hochhaus ab. Oben, in der Wohnung, tranken sie noch einen Sekt, von dem zahlreiche Flaschen im Kühlschrank standen. “Eins fällt mir grade noch ein”, sagte Steven, als er schon beim verabschieden war, “der Kollege, dem die Wohnung gehört, wollte eine Erklärung von dir, dass du auch hübsch aufpasst hier in der Wohnung und nichts kaputtmachst. Aber das machst du ja nicht, ich weiß ja jetzt, dass du ein braves Mädchen bist und hier keine wilden Partys feierst”, lachte Steven und kniff Lilly spielerisch ins Kinn. Lilly kicherte, der viele Sekt hatte ihr den Kopf schwer gemacht. Sie signierte den Zettel da, wo es ihr Steven zeigte. Dann wechselte er noch einen Blick mit Jana, die kurz nickte. “Ich bleib heute bei Dir, mein Schatz”, sagte Jana zu Lilly.

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Am nächsten Tag ging Jana mit Lilly einkaufen. “Das geht ja gar nicht, was Du hier zum anziehen hast”, schüttete Jana den Kopf, als sie Lilly half, deren wenige Klamotten in den Schrank zu packen. Und auch Lilly war es fast peinlich, wie wenig und wieviel völlig uncoole Klamotten sie besaß. Ihren Einwand, sie habe doch kein Geld, wischte Jana davon. Steven habe ihr Geld gegeben, eine Anschubfinanzierung, das können sie nun auch ausgeben. Lilly fragte nicht weiter, sie freute sich auf die Shopping Tour. kızıltoprak escort Stunden später kamen die beiden Frauen zurück. Lilly war glücklich. Es war wie in ihren Träumen. Zwei kichernde Mädels im Dessousshop, beim Anprobieren von Kleidern, Tops und anderen Teilen. Lilly hatte jetzt eine ganz andere Garderobe. Als sie jetzt vor dem Schrank stand und ihre neuen Errungenschaften durch die Hände gleiten ließ, konnte sie es kaum fassen. Solche Teile hatte sie noch nie besessen.

“Du siehst doch klasse aus”, hatte Jana immer wieder gesagt, “Du bist ein junges Mädel, da kannst Du auch zeigen, was Du hast.” Die vielen Komplimente über ihre Figur hatten Lilly anfangs verlegen gemacht, später genoss sie sie einfach. Jana hatte immer wieder die knappen und sexy Klamotten ausgesucht, so wie den Mini, den Lilly jetzt in der Hand hatte. Ein noch viel knapperes Teil, als das, was damals zu so viel Stress mit ihrem Stiefvater und ihrer Mutter geführt hatte. Versonnen schaute sie sich an, als sie den schwarz glänzenden Mini angezogen hatte. Sie langte sich noch ein Top dazu, ein knallrotes Teil aus einem Stretchstoff, das press an ihrem Körper anlag und so kurz war, dass ihr Bauchnabel zu sehen war.

Lilly drehte sich vor dem riesigen Spiegel, der die ganze Seitenwand und Decke des Schlafzimmers einnahm. Als sie die große Glasfläche das erste Mal gesehen hatte, war sie noch etwas erschrocken, sich selbst dauernd im Spiegel zu sehen, war ihr unbekannt und anfangs auch noch etwas unangenehm. Jetzt aber hatte sich schon an den Spiegel gewöhnt und genoss den Anblick, den sie darin bot.

“Du bist eine Granate”, hatte Jana ihr einmal gesagt, als sie ein Kleid anprobiert hatte. Vorher hatte Lilly sich eher selten mit ihrem Körper beschäftigt. Aber die Komplimente von Jana und Steven taten ihr gut und was sie gerade sah, das gefiel auch ihr. Sie hatte eine schöne Figur – lange schlanke Beine, eine gut geformte Taille und einen Hintern, der ihr immer etwas klein vorgekommen war. Steven allerdings hatte ihr einmal freundschaftlich auf den Po geklopft und gesagt, sie habe “einen echten Knackarsch” — zwei supersüße Pobacken, die aussahen, als könne sie damit “Nüsse knacken”. Sie hatte sich über den Spruch totgelacht, aber tatsächlich war ihr Hintern knackig, rund und fest. Und auch obendrüber gefiel sie sich: Geschwungene Hüften, schlanke Taille, ein flacher Bauch und zwei Brüste, die dafür, dass sie sonst ein eher zierliches und schlankes Mädel war, richtig groß waren. 92 Zentimeter Oberweite hatte sie vor einigen Monaten mal gemessen — ganz schön viel für ein Mädel mit eher schmalem Kreuz, fand sie. Als sie ihr Top ausgezogen hatte, besichtigte sie ihre 92 Zentimeter — stramm und fest, mit Nippeln, die schön nach oben zeigten, das sind schon Titten, die Männern gefallen würden, dachte Lilly.

Nebenan hörte sie Jana, die telefonierte und sie dafür kurz aus dem Wohnzimmer geschickt hatte. 31 war Jana, wie sie mittlerweile wusste. Sie ist meine beste Freundin, dachte Lilly. Jana. 31 und ein Traum von einer Frau. Lilly erinnerte sich wieder an ihre erste Nacht in der neuen Wohnung. Und wie jedesmal an diesem Tag, wenn sie sich an das erinnerte, was in der Nacht passiert war, wurde ihr wieder heiß.

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Es war spät gewesen, aber Lillys Kopf war noch voll – mit dem schönen Abend, dem Alkohol und dem vielen Neuen, das sie erlebt hatte. Sie stieg in ihr neues Bett und wollte gerade das Licht löschen. Da hörte sie Jana: „Ich komme gleich…” Als Jana aus dem Bad kam, war sie splitterfasernackt. Lilly hatte sie etwas verstört angeschaut, als Jana so zu ihr ins Bett kam. “Was ist das denn?”, hatte Jana sie geneckt, als die feststellte, das Lilly aus alter Gewohnheit mit einem T-Shirt und einer verwaschenen Shorts im Bett lag. Jana hatte ihr die beiden Teile gleich ausgezogen: „Im Bett trägt man nur Sachen, die gut aussehen – oder gar nichts! Und Du siehst so gut aus, das nackt Dir am besten steht.”

Jana kuschelte sich neben sie und begann, Lilly zu streicheln. Anfangs lag Lilly stocksteif da und rührte sich nicht, dann aber riskierte Lilly immer mehr Blicke auf die nackte Jana. Eine schöne Frau, mit kleinen festen Brüsten, einer Wespentaille und schlanken langen Beinen. Sie war gepflegt, viel mehr als Lilly, die vorher weniger Wert auf ihr Äußeres gelegt hatte. Lackierte Finger- und Fußnägel, glatte, weiche Haut, sorgfältige Frisur — und, wie Lilly schnell sah: Elllie war komplett rasiert.

Jana fing den Blick zwischen ihre Beine schnell auf. Als sich Lilly verschämt abwandte, nahm Jana ihren Kopf in die Hand und zog ihn wieder ins Blickfeld. Dann spreizte sie langsam ihre Beine und entblößte so für Lilly ihre blanken Schamlippen. Lilly konnte nicht anders, sie musste wie hypnotisiert zwischen Janas Schenkel starren, auf diesen Spalt mit den kleinen Lippen, zwischen denen vorwitzig ein Teil von Janas inneren Schamlippen hervorlugte.

Bei Rafael, einem ihren Freunde, mit dem mal sie eine Nacht heftiges Petting im Schullandheim gehabt hatte, hatte sie schon einmal ein Foto einer Frau gesehen, die untenrum völlig blank rasiert war. Auch diese Frau hatte für den Betrachter weit die Beine breit gemacht. Rafael hatte viele diese Fotos, in Magazinen, die sie einmal zufällig unter dem Bett ihres Klassenkameraden gefunden hatte. Danach hatte Lilly nur noch einmal solche Bilder gesehen.

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Why was I a virgin? I don’t know, really. When I looked in the mirror I didn’t think I looked that bad. I had wide, blue eyes and long, light brown hair. I was silly, sure, but a lot of girls are. I just didn’t get why I was getting passed over by the guys my age. I wasn’t too nerdy and I hung with a crowd that wasn’t considered to be socially deficient. I just hadn’t met the right guy yet and I guess I was kind of picky. That’s why, when I met my boss’s husband and felt something inside of me change, I took notice.

I had never felt the way I felt about him with anyone else. In fact, I was starting to wonder if I was one of those asexual people who would live with permanent virginity for the rest of my natural life. I still remember the first time that I saw Carlos, his large arms lifting a heavy box, his legs straining as he lifted it. He saw me and gave me the warmest smile. I knew I should have said hello or something but I was so flustered I must have given him the strangest look before I bolted from the room like an animal startled in the woods.

“Who was that?” I asked my boss, Angie, when he was gone.

“That was my husband, Carlos. He’s hot, isn’t he?” She smiled like she knew something and I was scared. I had been scoping out my boss’s husband and she had seen it. I didn’t know what to do. I blushed deeply with embarrassment.

“I’m so sorry. I didn’t know he was your husband. I thought he was hot and I was looking. I’m so embarrassed,” I admitted. “I’m so sorry. I’m so bad at this kind of stuff. I’ve never been with a guy before. I always screw things up somehow. You don’t have anything to worry about,” I tried to explain to her that I wasn’t a threat but she didn’t seem threatened. In fact, she looked like she was deep in thought. “Angie?”

“You’re a virgin?” Angie asked me, her mouth agape. “I can’t believe it. You’re so beautiful. How did you manage that?”

“I don’t know. I guess I never met the right guy? I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Angie. I just want to lose my virginity and be a normal girl and yet I can’t seem to make it happen. I guess I’m only attracted to certain guys and then those guys aren’t into me? I’m not sure.”

“But you’re attracted to Carlos?”

“Your husband? Yes! I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to be but he’s very handsome. I like his muscles,” I blushed, knowing I should shut up but having trouble actually being quiet about Carlos and his assets.

“It’s okay! Do you want me to see if he wants to help you with your virginity?” Angie smiled warmly at me and I was shocked as I processed her words.

“You escort bayan kadıköy would let him devirginize me?”

“Yeah, if he was into it. I’ll have to ask him first but if you’re serious about wanting to lose your virginity I think I can make it happen.”

“Why would you do that? He’s your husband.”

“I’ll tell you a little secret about me but you can’t tell anyone else,” she leaned in as if she was telling me an important secret.

“Okay,” I whispered.

“I like watching Carlos have sex with other women. He’s always wanted a virgin and I really want to give you to him as a gift. Does that sound fun?” she asked me and I nodded. It did sound fun. It sounded like we would all get something we wanted out of the situation.

“Yes?”

“Are you in?” she asked me.

“I’m in,” I told her, and I was. I was in. I was going to lose my virginity to Angie’s husband.

The very next night I got a call from Angie. She told me it was time and that they were ready. I gathered a small overnight bag worth of items to bring with me, unsure what a girl like me would need to lose my virginity successfully. It was finally time for me to move forward in my life after being stagnated for so long. I drove over to her house with my heart pounding. I was terrified as I pulled into the driveway. I almost turned around and drove home but there was something inside of me that wanted to lose my virginity. I wanted it more than I was afraid. I pushed myself toward the door until I was knocking on it and Angie answered.

“Welcome!” She pulled me inside by the arm and took my bag to the bedroom. She gestured for me to follow her and so I did. Carlos was already naked in the bed and I was shocked to see his large cock hard and ready for me. “I warmed him up for you,” Angie confessed.

“Okay,” I said stupidly, not sure what to say in a situation like this.

“I remember you from when I stopped by the office the other day,” Carlos said. “Go ahead and get naked. Are you ready to lose your virginity?”

“I’m ready. I’ve been a virgin for nineteen years. I think it’s time.”

“Great attitude. Come on over here and lay back. Let me take that virginity from you.” I looked over at Angie and saw that she had a giant smile on her face. She was loving this situation. Carlos got on top of me and his cock was at the precipice of my pussy and I wanted him to just do it. The suspense was killing me. I’d been waiting for this moment for too long. I had always wondered how I would lose my virginity escort bayan kartal but I never would have guessed that this would be the way it would all happen. I opened my legs further for him and I looked down as he entered me.

The pleasure filled me and the sensations were overwhelming. I let out a long, slow sigh as I enjoyed his thick cock. It pushed into me and spread my pussy open for the first time. It was a tight fit but Carlos kept right on pushing until my pussy gave way and made room to accommodate his dick.

“How does it feel?” Angie asked me. She was near my head, stroking my hair.

“Good.” She held me down while he fucked me and something about the way they looked at one another as he fucked me made me feel comfortable. I let go and let myself enjoy it. I was moaning and so close to cumming when Angie put his hand on Carlo’s chest and told him to stop with just a look.

“Have you ever had your pussy eaten?” she asked me.

“No,” I shook my head.

“Carlos! Stop. She’s never had her pussy eaten! You have to eat it for her!”

“Her cunt feels so good on my dick,” he announced but he listened to Angie and pulled out of me and replaced his cock with his tongue. The sensations of his tongue working my clit were ones I will never forget. I came so hard on his face, thrashing and bucking as he pushed a finger into me and fucked me with it as his tongue lashed at my clit with a precision that comes from experience. My guard was completely down. He pushed his cock back into me and began to fuck me hard and fast. I was shocked at how good it felt. I came, screaming loudly as the raw pleasure erupted inside of me and oozed from every one of my pores.

“Let’s try something else,” Angie suggested when I was done with my orgasm. “Try him standing up. It’s the best angle with his cock, trust me.” She grabbed me and pulled me toward the wall of their bedroom. She had me brace myself against the wall and stick my ass out. Carlos entered me from behind and to my shock, Angie grabbed me by the ass and legs and began to move my body for me. “See, this is how you fuck him back. Try it without my help.”

“Okay,” I concentrated as Angie let go. I moved my hips and my legs the way she had shown me and I was doing it! I was actually doing it! I was so proud of myself.

“Look at you! I wouldn’t even know you were a virgin before this fuck. How’s she doing Carlos?”

“She’s doing great!” he praised me.

“Let’s try going even harder,” Angie suggested and she gripped me by escort bayan maltepe the hips and began to move them with her hands so I was slamming my pussy back onto Carlos’s waiting dick. It felt really good and I braced myself against the wall as I came. I could feel my pussy spasming in ways it never had when I masturbated and I marveled at the beauty of the moment. I had been a virgin when I woke up that morning. Now I was cumming all over a cock. I felt so grown up.

“Fuck!” I screamed.

“Hell yeah, I’m going to cum!” Carlos screamed.

“Hurry, get on your knees!” Angie grabbed me and pushed me roughly to my knees. She grabbed my head and lifted it up. “Get ready honey.”

“Okay?” I didn’t know what I was getting ready for but I found out when Carlos’s cum began to hit my face I could feel the wetness and my eyes closed instantly.

“Open your eyes!” Angie commanded and I obeyed. After all, she was letting me fuck her husband. I felt I owed it to her to obey her commands. His cum spatter covered my face and luckily he avoided getting any in my eye. I felt strange, my face coated in Angie’s husband’s cum. I felt embarrassed but I realized there was nothing to be embarrassed about. We were all adults.

“I’m not a virgin anymore,” I whispered.

“No, you’re not. How does it feel?” Carlos asked me as I flopped down onto the bed.

“It feels messy. Is there something I can wash this off with?” I asked.

“No need. I’ll clean it off,” Angie giggled. She took her finger and scraped some of the cum from my face before popping it into her mouth and eating it.

“Mmmm. It’s good. Want a taste?” she asked me.

“Okay.” I thought she was going to use her finger to feed me some but instead, she popped more into her own mouth and then kissed me. I had never kissed a woman before but this was a day of firsts for me and I was happy to try it with Angie. I could taste the sweetness of her mouth and the bitterness of Carlos’s cum as they mingled together into one sexy flavor. It was the flavor of sex and it left a taste in my mouth that I was always searching to duplicate.

At work, Angie continued to be the best boss. She never breathed a word of our secret sex life to anyone. At her house, she forced me to fuck Carlos, teaching me all the things I would need to know about pleasing a man during sex. Over time, I realized that Angie and I were getting closer and closer. I began to crave Angie just as much as I craved Carlos. Before I knew it, I couldn’t imagine not being a part of their relationship. They stopped seeing other women besides me and eventually I moved in. Some say you can’t love more than one person, but I beg to differ. I loved them both and even though I’m not with them anymore I owe them both so much. They taught me everything I know about sex and I can finally say that I am confident in myself sexually. I am ready for whatever is next and I am thankful for the time I had with Carlos and Angie.

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My wife, Lizz, and I had just moved into our new house and decided to have a few friends over for a housewarming party. Jen and Steve arrived first and brought a few bottles of wine. As I was uncorking the first bottle, Mary and Todd arrived. Todd brought a large bottle of tequila and some margarita mix.

It was about an hour before dinner was ready, so we sat in the living room, enjoying our drinks and conversations.

After dinner, we returned to the living room. I noticed that we had gone through four bottles of wine and at least half of the bottle of tequila. That’s also when the flirting started.

Mary sat on Steve’s lap my wife rested her hand on Todd’s lap. Jen came over and sat next to me, putting her arm around me.

Mary shifted around on Steve, rubbing her ass into his crotch.

Jen smiled at them, enjoying the show.

Lizz sqeezed Todd’s junk through his pants and he slipped his hand down her top, cupping her beautiful breast.

Jen got up and suggested that we all strip. Steve and Mary were the first and Jen went to get something from her purse. Todd pulled Lizz’s clothes off and then disrobed. I took my clothes off as Jen returned with a box of condoms. Mary took escort bahçelievler one, opened it and put it on Steve. She got down on her hands and knees and Steve quickly took her from behind. Lizz knelt in front of Todd and took him into her mouth. Jen knelt next to her and cupped Todd’s balls as my wife sucked on him.

Jen beckoned me over and began stroking me with her free hand. I glanced over at Mary, who had laid her upper body on the couch, her knees still on the floor and Steve continued to bang away at her.

Jen took my hand as she walked over to the couch and positioned herself in front of Mary, who began licking Jen’s pussy. Jen took me into her mouth and my eyes rolled up into my head. As I opened my eyes again, I looked at my wife, now laying on the arm of the love seat, legs spread. Todd slid a condom on, grabbed her ankles and pushes inside her. She moaned with pleasure and looked over at me, licking her lips.

I reached down and cupped Mary’s breast. She took her head away from Jen’s snatch just long enough to smile up at me. I walked over to Lizz and pushed my cock into her mouth, open in mid-moan. She bobbed on it escort beyoğlu feverishly, lavishing in the pleasure of having two cocks in her. After a few moments of this, Todd and I switched places. He removed the condom before approaching my wife’s mouth. He pulled her hair into a pony tail and pushed her down further onto his member.

Lizz’s pussy was dripping wet and I slid into it easily. I put her leg over my shoulder and pounded away, my balls slapping against her ass. Her moaning on Todd’s cock began to do him in and I move out of the way, allowing him to cum where he pleased. He pulled out of her mouth and came on her chest, allowing it to drip down between her gorgeous tits. Lizz then stood up and headed for the kitchen to get a towel and clean up.

As she walked away, I noticed that Steve was now sitting on the couch and Mary was between his legs, sucking ferociously on his cock. I slipped up behind her, put on a condom, and entered her slowly, slipping a thumb (well-lubed from my wife’s juices) into her ass.

Jen straddled Todd and stroked his member, trying to get it hard again.

As Lizz returned, Mary came hard, taking her mouth escort beşiktaş off of Steve to scream with pleasure. He stood up and walked to my wife. He took her hand and led her to the floor in front of the couch where I was pulling out of Mary. He got her on all fours and put on a new condom. His cock pressed against her swollen, wet lips and he reached around to grab her tits. He pressed into her gently and slowly thrusted.

Todd was finally hard again and Jen lowered herself onto his cock. She bounced up and down, tossing her head back in lust.

I pulled off my condom and let Mary suck on my cock for a little while before she decided to head over and play with my wife’s tits. I moved behind Jen, pushing her forward onto Todd. I slowly pushed into her ass and gently increased the intensity of my thrusting. As she came, I pulled out, shooting my load on her ass.

I sat on the couch and watched Lizz get fucked by Steve. She looked over at me and cast me a seductive look, biting her lip. Mary began to rub Steve’s balls and he pulled out of Lizz. Quickly removing his condom, he came all over Mary’s face, grunting softly.

My wife crawled over to me and licked the residual cum off my cock. I become hard again and she lowered herself onto me in a reverse cowgirl. She rode my cock hard until we both came and collapse on the couch.

We looked to Jen, who was milking the last of Todd’s cum from his cock, then licked it off her hands. She stood, looked to the rest of us and suggested showers. We agreed hardily and headed for the bathroom.

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This is a story of fantasy, fiction, the characters aren’t real, and any similarities are pure coincidental. I love feedback — Thanks Jack

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This is a continuation of “Branching Out with Sis”. Thanks for everyone who loved the story and motivated me to continue it!

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I had just awoken pretty late the next day after being used by my sis, with all the cum stains on the bed and me feeling like I got hit by a truck as soon as I got up I took a shower and threw all the laundry in the machine. I pondered on all the nights’ events and wonder how it turned out like that and I couldn’t comprehend. I knew I wanted to go out in the evening so I went to tell my sis that I needed the car. It was around 5, I knocked on her door.

“Come in.” she replied.

As I opened the door I saw her in the shortest red dress that was tight on her ass but loose on the top.

“Dam!” escapes my lips as I ogle her perfected body.

“What do you need?” she says bending over the dresser putting on her eye liner. I walk over as if caught in a trance till I am right behind her.

As if possessed I reach for her ass and let my hand hold the deliciousness. I could feel her eyes looking at me through the mirror but I can’t help but want her.

“Did you want something?” she says perking her ass more into my hands.

“Yea…” I get out “you going somewhere? I need the car at 9 to go catch a movie with the group.” I ask while focusing on her body.

“mmm..” she starts by biting her lip catching my eye in the mirror zonguldak escort “Chelsea and I are going out for a bit…gotta find me a man.” she continued as if looking for an expression.

“Well why bother going anywhere when we could branch out a bit more.” I comment as I move my hand to her stomach to get a feel of her amazing cleavage.

Before I could go any further she stands up straight and turns around “key word is MAN.” she states as she pushes me back with just her pointer finger and walks out the door.

For the longest I stood there dumbfounded but decided to pass my time with some movies and beer, but as the time passed I noticed my sister stayed later and later and I was getting more and more irritated, it was till 11 o’clock she pulled into the drive way. I was way passed being pissed I met her at the door in the hallway with my beer.

“So where you been?” I asked sternly.

“Hey lil bro!” she slurred drunkenly.

“Don’t hey me!” I shouted “You dam well knew I wanted the car and you just take it for however long you want it!”

“Yeah… that’s what I do…” she said more calmly “I want something… I take it…” she said before starting to walk by me.

Before she could get passed me I grabbed her furiously and threw her to be bent over the small dresser at the front door.

I smacked her ass. “I am tired of your shit!” I shout “… from now on I am gonna do the taking!”

“And just what do you think you are gonna take… bro…” she says laughing and very slowly at fethiye escort the end.

In a swift movement I hike up her dress and move my fingers under the thong, I make eye contact with her, ripping her thong I see a seductive smile as she hikes up her ass more.

I drop my shorts freeing my 7 inch cock “You fucking slut!” I take a swig of my beer and then pour half the bottle on her ass while penetrating her hole in one swift movement.

“AHHHHHH!” she squeals as I have my full shaft in her tight hole.

I pull out and slam my cock back into her wanting hole knowing how much I wanted this. Before long, her face was up against the mirror and her ass was trying to come back to meet my thrust.

“Take it bitch!” I added knowing I was so close to blowing my load. As I picked up pace I grabbed her hair and pushed her face in the mirror so she could know just how much we were both enjoying this.

The most powerful orgasm rushed over me as I emptied my seed into my sister’s asshole.

As I stood there still exhausted on what had just happened she started laughing “Haha, that’s all you got!” she taunted.

I silently grabbed her hair again throwing on her knees beside the dresser. “SUCK IT!” I say but still forcefully grabbing her head till her lips were around my cock.

She started bobbing on my dick and twisting her tongue, as soon as I felt my cock harden again, I took control and started face fucking her till I heard her gag.

“That’s what you want?? Huh?” I ask “A man! Your own brother???” alanya escort I was possessed I wanted, needed to own her.

Grabbing her by her chin I raised her up throwing her so she was now sitting or half lying on the small dresser.

“What do you want??” I ask moving my cock along her slit.

“Don’t stop!” she screams while smacking me in the face.

I grab her arms and put them over her head “What do you want sis?”

“Your cock…” she whimpers softly.

“I can’t hear you…” I wait.

“Fuck me please!!” she pleads “I need your cock so badly…”

I penetrate.

“Yes!!!” she moans “Don’t stop…” As she shutters and an orgasm rushes over her.

“Your mine bitch!” I state “…from now on this is my pussy!”

“Yes!!!” she continues meeting my thrust.

I reach down and bite on her nipple, she screams in pleasure, I connect our lips and half way in she bites my bottom lip.

“You little shit!” I state as I turn her over to fuck her doggie style.

While I am fucking her I pick up the pace smacking her ass, waiting to cum.

“You can’t cum in me!!!” she pleads “I am not on the pill.”

“I don’t care, I own you, Slut!” I say picking up the pace.

She could have stopped or tried to but she just kept matching my thrust, so when it came to it I did it.

“I’m cumming!!!” I stated as I blew my load deep in my sisters pussy.

She slowly dropped to the floor looking up to me. “Clean it.” I state.

Before I could move she used her tongue to clean my dick and balls. I stopped her from continuing so I didn’t get hard again and knew she was mine.

“You were right sis, branching out is fun.” I said walking to my bedroom, leaving her to clean up the spilt beer.

To be continued…

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Ich steige ins Auto, bin nervös. Nicht wegen der Fahrt, ich bin eine gute Autofahrerin. Eher wegen meinem Ziel. Oder ich sollte besser sagen wegen IHM.

ER erwartet mich. ER ist dass wovon ich immer geträumt hatte, oder eher gefürchtet? Ich weiß es nicht.

Automatisch starte ich den Wagen, lege den ersten Gang ein und fahre los. Es passiert alles automatisch, die Routine einer langjährigen Fahrpraxis. Das Fahrziel hatte ich schon gestern ins Navi eingegeben.

Die Stimme lenkt mich. Ich versuche mich auf die Straße zu konzentrieren, die richtigen Wege zu nehmen die mir vorgegeben werden. Es ist wie ein Befehl. Der Befehl von IHM.

ER hat mich zu sich befohlen. Ich konnte gar nicht anders als ja zu sagen. Wie auch, wenn er mit mir spricht bin ich seine Sklavin, ohne eigenen Willen.

Aber genau genommen hat ER ja gar nicht mit mir geredet, er hat mir nur schriftlich den Befehl erteilt. Ich habe noch nie mit ihm gesprochen. Wir kennen uns ja nur aus dem Internet. Und da kenne ich nur seine Geschichten die er veröffentlicht hat.

Brutale Geschichten die die völlige Unterwerfung einer Frau beschreiben, ohne Möglichkeit ihrerseits das Spiel abzubrechen oder gar zu beenden. Denn es war kein Spiel, sie gehörte ihm. Und er quälte sie, folterte sie. Hart, unerbittlich. Ohne Gnade.

Die Frau tat mir leid, ich fand die Geschichte unglaublich Frauen verachtend und einem verrücktem Hirn entsprungen. Sie wurde nicht erotisch gequält, sie wurde gefoltert.

Und ich, ich war angewidert. Nein. Ich war fasziniert. Die Geschichte machte mich geil. Wie konnte ich nur. Ich ärgerte über mich selber. Aber ich war verdammt nass als ich die Geschichte gelesen hatte.

Ich schrecke aus meinen Gedanken hoch. “Jetzt rechts abbiegen und auf die A8 in Richtung Karlsruhe auffahren” hat die Stimme mahnend gesagt.

Die Auffahrt erwische ich gerade noch. Gut das mein Mini so ein gutes Fahrwerk hat. Die Reifen quietschen trotzdem leise als ich die langgezogene Einfahrt ziemlich flott durchfahre.

Ich muss mich mehr dem Straßenverkehr widmen, ermahne ich mich selbst. Aber ich schweife immer wieder ab. Muss an die Frau denken die gefoltert wurde, und stelle mir immer vor das ich es wäre. harem escort Und dabei werde ich schon wieder erregt. Oder war ich es vorher schon weil ich weiß das ich IHN bald sehen werde? Ich weiß es nicht.

Irgendwann als ich die Geschichte schon mehrmals gelesen hatte, schrieb ich ihn einfach an. Ich lobte ihn für seine Geschichte,, wie toll ich sie fand und ich hoffte das es bald eine Fortsetzung geben würde.

Er antwortete. Seine Antwort war “Du willst dich wohl als Sklavin bewerben.” Ich dachte der spinnt doch. Ich sollte alles löschen und das vergessen. Aber ich konnte es nicht vergessen. Und wenn ich meine Mail genau durch lass musste ich ihm Recht geben. Es war sehr devot geschrieben, fast bettelnd. Ich bettelte fast darum seine Sklavin werden zu dürfen.

“ja Herr, ich möchte ihre Sklavin werden” tippten meine Finger ganz von alleine als Antwort ein, und schickten die Mail ab. Ich konnte es nicht verhindern. Aber wollte ich es überhaupt?

“Am Karlsruher Dreieck rechts ab auf die A5 in Richtung Frankfurt fahren” befahl mir mein Navi. Ich war mir nicht bewusst schon so weit gefahren zu sein. Konzentriere dich. Reiß dich zusammen, wie kann man nur so abgelenkt fahren sag ich mir selbst. Immer wieder, um es nicht zu vergessen.

“Du darfst mir dienen, ich nehme dich als Sklavin”, mit klopfendem Herzen und feuchten Fingern lass ich seine Antwort. “Aber es ist kein Spiel, es ist ernst. Ich will dich quälen, foltern, unterwerfen. Und es gibt nichts was du dagegen tun kannst. Kein Safewort. Kein Ausstieg. Kein Erbarmen. Wenn du das willst bist du bei mir richtig. Wenn nicht lösche alles und belästige mich nicht mehr.”

Ich weiß nicht wie lange ich auf seine Mail gestarrt habe, sie immer wieder gelesen habe. Und mich dabei gestreichelt habe weil ich es so unglaublich geil fand. Mein Orgasmus dabei war unglaublich. Und als meine Hände aufgehört haben zu zittern, schrieb ich die Antwort.

“Herr, ich bin bereit ihnen zu dienen, bedingungslos. Ihre ergebene Sklavin”

Das war meine ganze Antwort. Ich schickte sie ab. Mein Herz schlug mir dabei bis zum Hals. Und dann wartete ich auf Antwort. Ich saß vor dem Computer. kalamış escort Ewig. Ich wartete. Es war gegen sechs Uhr Abends als ich die Mail abschickte. Ich wartete ohne was anderes zu tun, Außer immer wieder das Mailprogramm zu aktualisieren um zu sehen ob nicht endlich eine Mail ankam. Eine Antwort von IHM.

Kurz vor Mitternacht endlich die Erlösung. Er antwortete. “Ich nehme dich als Sklavin.” Ich war glücklich.

Auf der langen Autofahrt gehen mir unsere Mailwechsel durch den Kopf. Wie er mir erklärt hat was er alles mit mir machen will, wie ich leiden werde. Und wie er allein über mich verfügen wird. Ich werde keinen eigenen Willen mehr haben.

Ich bin inzwischen schon mehr als feucht, ich bin nass. Aber er hat mir verboten mich zu streicheln. Schon seit wir uns kennen durfte ich keinen Orgasmus mehr haben. Was mich nur noch mehr erregt hat.

Das Frankfurter Dreieck durchfuhr ich ohne auf das Navi zu hören. Kassel habe ich gerade durchfahren. In Richtung Hamburg kann man sich eigentlich nicht verfahren.

Was wird er als erstes mit mir machen? Was wollte ich erleben? Was musste ich erleben?

Hansestadt Hamburg! Das Ortsschild erschreckt mich. Nun konzentrierte ich mich auf die Angaben aus dem Navi. Ich kenne mich hier nicht aus. Und ich fahre durch einen Vorort und werde immer näher an mein Ziel heran geführt.

Je näher ich komme, desto nervöser werde ich. “Sie haben ihr Ziel erreicht” erklärt mir mein Navi. Ich stehe vor einem schönen Einfamilienhaus und einer schönen Gegend. Nichts sieht hier nach einer Folterkammer aus. Aber was hatte ich erwartet? Ein schwarz gestrichenes Haus mir Ketten an den Fenstern?

Also nehme ich meinen ganzen Mut zusammen und steige aus. Ich versuche einigermassen selbstbewußt zum Hauseingang zu laufen. Es gelingt mir nicht ganz. Meine Knie zittern. Mein Herz klopft wie verrückt.

Aber ich klingel.

Nach einer gefühlten Ewigkeit geht die Tür auf. Da steht er endlich vor mir. Mein Herr. Ich weiß nicht was ich sagen soll. Mein Mund ist trocken, ich schaue ihn nur an.

“Du bist zu spät Sklavin” sagt er in ruhigen Ton zu mir. “Komm endlich rein.” Ohne Widerspruch kavacık escort trete ich ein.

ich betrete die Wohnung, alles ganz normal, nichts was an ein Verlies oder Folterkeller erinnert. Ich bin fast ein wenig enttäuscht als ich mich umgesehen habe.

“Zieh dich aus Sklavin” herrscht er mich auf einmal an. Ich schaue ihn überascht an. Wenigstens vorstellen könnte er sich ja, denke ich noch. Und schon bekomme ich eine Ohrfeige. Ich bin geschockt. Und fange aber gleichzeitig an mich auszuziehen. Das Spiel hat also schon begonnen.

Nein, es ist ja kein Spiel, ich bin nun in seiner Hand. So wie ich es wollte. Als ich nackt bin schaut er mich an. Mustert mich wie ein neu gekauftes Möbelstück. Begrabscht mich an meinen Brüsten, meinen Hintern und greift mir zwischen die Beine. Ich stehe regungslos da und habe Gänsehaut am ganzen Körper.

Ja, so habe ich mir das vorgestellt wenn ich seine Sklavin bin. Ich bin verdammt geil.

“Runter mit dir Sklavin, auf alle viere” sagt er zu mir. Und weil ich wohl nicht schnell genug bin packt er meine Haare und zieht mich nach unten. Da knie ich nun vor ihm wie eine Hündin. Und er steht hinter mir.

Und deshalb bin ich nun bis Hamburg gefahren, damit er mich von hinten fickt und ich dann wieder gehen kann, denke ich noch. Da trifft mich der erste Schlag auf meinen Hintern. Ich schreie auf. Das brennt wie Feuer. Reflexartig richte ich mich auf und greife mit beiden Händen an die brennende Stelle.

Sofort kommt er nach vorne gelaufen und schlägt mit der Reitgerte quer über meine Brüste. Wieder schreie ich auf. “Wer hat dir Nutte erlaubt hochzugehen? Sofort wieder runter. Und wenn du noch einmal etwas machst ohne das ich es dir erlaubt habe wirst du es bitter bereuen. Verstanden Drecksstück?”

“Ja Herr” antwotet ich mit zitternder Stimme und gehe wieder auf alle viere runter.

“Du bekommst jetzt dreißig Schläge auf deinen Arsch, und dann geht es erst richtig los. Mit dir werde ich viel Spass haben” sagt er gefährlich leise zu mir.

Und schon geht es los. Und die Schläge sind hart und brutal. Mein Arsch brennt schon nach wenigen Schlägen wie Feuer. Ich kann meine Schreie nicht mehr zurück halten.

Es war ein Fehler hierher zu kommen, geht mir noch durch den Kopf. Da werde ich gepackt und an den Haaren in den Keller gezogen. Und hier ist nun das Verlies dass ich erwartet hatte. Und in dass ich nun aber gar nicht mehr wirklich hin will. Aber es geht nicht mehr um das was ich will. Ich bin nun sein Eigentum. Ab jetzt entscheidet er was mit mir passiert.

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It was certainly a party that would last until the morning. She had never been such the center of attention, but, being on the dance floor, and moving the way she moved, with her twin partners, there wasn’t a man in the room who could stop staring enviously at those two men. They were all so passionate during the fast music, but it was the slower music that had taken them over the edge. It was at the end of the perfect song that they made the perfect eye contact between them all. The lust in all their eyes was unmistakable. They made their way back to the hotel with obvious intention.

As the door closed behind them, she passionately pounced on one of her friends, holding his face, kissing so slowly and deeply. “You take that,” she whispered, “and sit down here.” She nudged the lifeless, entranced man into a seat. “Get yourself a drink, but don’t go anywhere,” she coyly stated, “or you will miss the show of a lifetime.” Her eyebrows perked. He could barely think

Turning back to the other, his eyes grew larger. He was obviously overwhelmed by her sheer sexual presence. She took him by the hand and walked him those few steps to the opposite side of the bed. Tracing her hand across his obvious erection, she gripped him by the back of his neck and pulled him into his own erotic mouthing kiss. Her hand continued to embrace his shaft as he moaned directly into her massaging mouth. Her tongue traced along the sides and roof of his mouth with an amazing reaction. He shuttered and nearly fell from his weak knees. Finishing up her kiss with the softest suction on his lower lip and the moist, slow release. As her eyes opened, she saw the once statuesque man that stood there when she started become a quivering, tingling mass of flesh. His eyes so wide and his breath so deep, she knew she had him exactly where she wanted. As she smiled and gazed at the seated brother, her hand effortlessly pushed him from his stance onto the bed, where he fell lifelessly to his back, still trying to regain his breath.

With the man lying on the edge of the bed, she proceeded to turn her back to him and grind her backside along his still aching erection. His body spasmed, as he nearly exploded in his shorts. Her hand reached to her back where she easily untied her bikini top. Her hands then reached behind herself to his hips where she gyrated into his crotch. While moaning, he sat up and reached around her body to her delicious breasts. Kissing into her fragrant hair and neck while cupping and molesting her. She could hear her effects by the moaning and lusting in his breath. His large hand cupped and lifted her allowing her straps to fall from her shoulders. She allowed it to fall to the floor, and his hands quickly recovered to touch her skin-to-skin. He continued to mouth into her shoulders, neck, and ear when he finally got a small humming moan to escape her lips. “Oh my God,” was all he could say.

She stood back up and turned around. He finally got to see the chest that he had been groping all this time, and he was floored. Looking up to her beautiful face, he met her eye-to-eye and saw the lustful determination deep within her. He crawled back to the center of the bed while she lifted her leg to the side and followed him up and mounted him. As he lay there, she started opening his shirt, anxious to see the muscles that had tossed and caressed her around the dance floor all night. As the last button became undone, both her hands, starting from the middle, pushed the shirt open and off his shoulders. She leaned forward on top of his body to help push it along. He leaned into another kiss, as she completed taking it off. The she tossed it to the side with the flip of her wrist.

Like an animal she quickly gripped his wrists in each hand and pinned them above his head. He lay there unblinking as her power and demeanor throttled him into a perfectly erotic fear as he lay underneath her completely without control and exposed to her desire. Her hips started to slowly gyrate into his crotch again, and she lowered her mouth to his. His moaning became uncontrollable. His body began to tighten. His eyes opened wide only to see hers closed still passionately mouthing into his lips. She released her kiss, while still humping him through his shorts. She looked and saw the intensity and anxiety she gave him, and she loved it. Her smile drove him over the edge. She leaned down to his ear and began whispering while she grinded him deeper and deeper. “Yesssssssss…Ohhhh…Let it go…Let it go…Don’t fight it…Give it to me…Show me how much you want meeeeeee….”

She turned her head to the still-seated brother as her victim, his twin, pinned beneath her, screamed and exploded in his shorts — his head thrown back, his legs and toes pointed out, his eyes tightly squinted, his jaw screaming, locked open. She escort bayan acıbadem smiled unaffected, knowing she had complete control over them both. She finally released his wrists, though it was of little consequence. He lay there lifeless with the exception of the occasional convulsion. Opening his eyes widely and looking into hers, he lost his breath knowing that he had never imagined a burning desire such as the one that she possessed.

She left her still lifeless partner, climbed slowly off the bed, and paced towards the seated man. She stopped directly in front of him — her legs straddling his. He looked up to her and reached for her. “Ah ahhh,” she quickly retorted. “Look, but don’t touch.” The authority in her voice backed him up immediately. She reached to the ties holding her bikini bottom and again looked to his eyes for reassurance. He affirmed whole-heartedly and could barely hold back the watering in his mouth. With a long, smooth, slow pull the knot got smaller and smaller and smaller. Finally, after the eternity of anticipation her bottom fell to his lap exposing her perfectly trimmed sex. Realizing his dumbfoundedness and awe, she knew that he was reaching a near-complete erection in his own shorts. She leaned over to his ear and moaned so sensually, “Not yeeeet.” With that she stepped backwards towards the bed with the most exasperated look of desire on his face and crawled back to her original victim — still laying there, catching his breath.

Her fingers traced meanderingly down his chest towards his shorts followed by random kisses and sucking across his chest and abdominal muscles. His hands reached for her, but she quickly batted them down firmly. The look in her eyes letting him know, in no uncertain terms, that he was not to do a thing. She began stroking him through his shorts and felt his recently spent shaft underneath begin to regain its rigidity. Her finger hooked onto the top of his shorts and gently pulled them down to his knees. She gawked and smiled at the beauty of his shaft. Her kisses continued closer and closer to his manhood. She was now close enough that he could feel the heat of her breath on the base of his sex. Her hand gripped his base standing him perfectly upwards to her face. The cum from his earlier explosion smelled so aromatic to her. His newly regained erection was waiting for her attention. Her hand sliding up and down his shaft, lubricated with his own juices. Her lips parted. Her eyes closed. Her head slowly lowers her wide-open mouth downward. His head leans up, wide-eyed with anticipation, looking at the side of her head as she is so close to enveloping his cock in her mouth. He can feel the heat of her breath, but her mouth is still further open than his member. Lower. Lower. Finally, in one motion, her lips wrap around his stiffness, her tongue begins rubbing inside her mouth, her hand slides down to his testicles, and she lets out the most delicious, muffled moaning onto him sending him screaming, “OOOOOHHhhhh GOOOOOooooddd!”

Her fingernails tickled and stretched his balls so delicately. Her mouth tasting and sliding so slowly up and down his cock while her head twisted and tasted him on every surface of her mouth. “MMMMMMmmmmmmmmmmm,” she moaned as her lips rolled outward and inward, up and down his shaft. Such a slow, deliberate sucking rocked his world beyond comprehension. Opening her mouth as her lips rolled over the edge of his large head, the most incredible suctioning pop could be heard as his member landed on his own body with a thud. She quickly laid her head on him and scooped him back into her mouth sucking faster. Her hands braced on each side of his legs. She threw one leg over his chest exposing and offering her sex to her thirsty partner. He quickly lunged into her as deeply as possible mouthing and tonguing her with all his desire.

They both moaned in rapture as the sixty-nine sharpened their desires more and more. Faster and deeper they went. They could barely stand giving and receiving such delicious pleasure. Her head bobbing up and down, while his head gyrating deeper tasting the inner walls of her womanhood. Her hand caressed against his legs. His hands reached under and around her gripping her ass — feeding her sex to his hunger. Her moistness continued to build along with his own thirst, sucking and drinking her wetness. Moaning into her open sex, “MMMmmmmmmmmmmm,” he vibrated her to the core, sending a shiver over her entire body, freezing her, making her tremble in a cold sweat. It was obvious that her grip on the occasion was coming to an end. Her hands began holding his legs tighter and tighter as his began rocking her backside deeper onto his mouth. She dropped his member from her mouth and began chanting, “YYEESssss…yeeessssss…RIGHT escort bayan bağdat caddesi THERE!” Her fingernails began to dig deeper as her grasp became a death grip. Her body began shaking more and more. She sat up and thrusted her sex onto his face “OOOOOHHHhhhhhhhhh yeessssssss! Oh, GOD YES!” She continued pushing against his mouth harder and harder as she came. Biting her lower lip and throwing her head backwards in a convulsing spasm over and over, she drenched his mouth with more juiced than he could handle, as it spilled off his face to his chest. As she looked to the unfortunate, unparticipating brother in the corner her eyes rolled back in her head, and she blacked out, collapsing lifelessly on top of the man that delivered her to such intense heights.

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As she woke, hours later, she found herself lying facedown on the bed, blindfolded, still tingling from her earth-shattering orgasm. She reached to remove the blindfold, but was stunned when she felt her wrists tied to the headboard. The warms hands of her partners were all over her back, massaging her into wonderfully tenseless goo. She could smell the vanilla oil they were using as if it were immediately under her nose. Two hands on her shoulders and back, two hands on her backside and legs and feet. Two of the hands left her, though, as she heard footsteps to the next room and back. On her lips she suddenly noticed the taste of strawberry. Her mouth opened slowly, and the perfectly ripe fruit was placed on her palette for her consumption. Not a drop was spilled while she enjoyed the sweet taste in her mouth. Another strawberry soon followed while the massaging hands barely broke their pace. “MMMMmmmmmmmm.” She could not contain her smile. She had dreamt of this type of treatment all her life.

The whisper in her ear quickly brought her back to reality. “Do you think you are ready, now, Love? You have been asleep for over and hour, and we just wanted you to wake as enjoyably as possible.” Her wrists were untied from the bed, but her blindfold remained. Her body was under the complete guidance of her partners. She felt her legs open and a hand reach down to begin massaging her sex. She again let out a smiling moan of approval. She then felt the pair of them begin kissing her back and shoulders and neck so softly and sensually. This continued as their hands began feeling her over and over. They lifted her hair to kiss the absolute back of her neck, which sent her mind spinning with desire. They took turns doing that. One was on her ear, sucking and moaning. The other was kissing the side and back of her neck. While doing this, they both made themselves comfortable on either side of her, lying on the bed. Her mouth gasping for air while they teased her and teased her with expert results. The hand teasing her below spiraled deeper and deeper as she got more and more passionate.

Suddenly, her leg was lifted and she was hoisted on top of the man on her left facing his feet. Both their sexes lined up, and both were more than ready to go the distance. Without hesitating she reached behind herself blindly and braced his cock, slamming it inside her steaming moistness. She braced herself on his shoulders and rode him up and down, occasionally gyrating his stiffness inside her. He gripped her backside and helped quicken the pace with his own upward slamming, causing the most intense wet slopping thrusting she had ever heard into her own depths. Her inner walls were completely saturated and pampered by his enormity. She felt so feminine by his unimaginable size. She felt so overwhelmed and fulfilled, as he pumped into her deeper and deeper. She leaned forward and grabbed onto his shins, bracing herself for his beautifully aching pounding.

That was when she smelled the aroma of sex stronger then she thought possible. She was confused for just a small moment, but was quickly and intensely awakened when she felt the head of a cock against her lips. He stood at the foot of the bed and slowly guided her head closer and closer to him. Her mouth opened. She could taste it in the air. She could taste how close she was. Then he slid his length deep into her mouth and throat. Her lips closed and she mind trembled at the situation. She was satisfying two men at once, her body began to tighten, but she held herself from finishing. She reached for the cock in her mouth and grasped it by the base. Her blindfolded head began bobbing his entire length in and out of her mouth. The cock below her was stiffening tighter and tighter, so close to unleashing its load. The grip on her head dropped, but the hands on her ass gripped tighter and tighter. He grunted and screamed. She could feel the man so close to finishing, but the taste in her mouth escort bayan kozyatağı was so delicious. Then she felt the flooding from underneath fill her sex beyond its capacity. He slammed deeper and deeper rocking her from below. She was unaffected and continued bobbing her mouth on the tantalizing mouthful. Her hips gyrated and milked more and more cum from the still granite shaft in her womanhood. Then she felt the clasps on her ass, once so tight, release with two distinct thuds to the bed on both sides of her. The cock continuing to spasm on occasion, but, for the most part, spent and writhing inside her. She would occasionally shock him with her PC muscles to feel him jump and scream from below her, but it was the shaft in front of her that now had the majority of her attention.

She pulled off her blindfold without haste and cradled his testicles and lifted his cock straight up trailing her tongue along the vein. She continued to envelop his head with her tongue, circling and sucking. All the while she caressed and stretched his tightening sacks, she knew she was in complete control, once again. “MMMMMMMMmmmmmmm!” She engulfed his cock down to the base and quickly pulling back out, stroking it with such sensual precision. Again, she deepthroated him, shaking her head, vibrating his shaft, and pulling it back out. Lusting for the taste of his cum, she began to stroke faster and faster. Licking her lips, she could feel his tightness mount. Then she slowed to a tight-gripped milking, kissing the tip and tasting his precum. As it hit her lips, she was consumed in thirst for more. She stroked faster and faster. Her guttural moaning caused her earlier victim to slowly stretch inside her further and further with dramatic affects. She stroked her hand faster and faster, pulled on his sack tighter and tighter. He looked down into her eyes, seeing her mouth open and tongue greedy, sticking out, waiting for his blast. Stroking harder and faster, “Give it to me.” His back began to tense. He held onto her head, as her pace never slowed. Closer and closer he got. She could see the urge in his eyes. Tighter and tighter he became. “AAAHHHHHHHhhhhhhh,” he screamed, shooting off straight into her waiting throat. She lunged her mouth, engulfing him. Her sucking was unbelievably fast, and he shot off over and over fucking into her mouth. She wouldn’t slow. Screaming louder and louder, his body shot off continuously. She pulled him out of her mouth and began milking him, letting him see the slowest cum drip from his shaft to her outstretched tongue.

Then she started, once again, grinding and humping the manliness from below. She felt him become more and more rigid as her stride grew and grew to match his length. He then grabbed her and lifted her off to his side. It was time for a change, and it took both of them to do it. Both of her partners together positioned her for one final session. She was stood up at the side of the bed with her legs splayed open. One lay on the bed in front of her with her between his legs and one approached her from behind. She knew exactly what they wanted.

As she bent over, taking a cock into her mouth, she felt a hand begin to spread her sex open. “MMMMMMmmmmmmm,” she moaned, as his cock head pushed into her inch by glorious inch. The hands behind her grabbed onto her hips and began to pound into her relentlessly. She could barely think. She could barely stand. Her head was grasped and her mouth was slowly and deliberately screwed from below. Both men were having their way with her body, and she loved it. The sexy slaps of every thrust into her from behind paired with the length she tasted up and down. Her mind was numb. She became tantric, out of control of her own desire. Deeper and deeper they both went. Harder and harder they pushed. She had never felt so feverishly taken like this. Her legs were spread and lifted from the floor. The cock in her remained as hard as ever as he hoisted her lower body off the ground and continued to rock her harder and harder. As her head was guided up and down, the moaning of all three of them mounted, hers especially. They had reached the pinnacle. There was no stopping now. All bodies tensed tighter and tighter. Eyes widened. Thrusts deepened. Moans became louder. She shook violently, so near to finishing. Then, like gigantic explosion, the men screamed flooding her from every direction, holding her in place to accept their entire offer. She reacted, tightening all over, inside and out. A loud muffled scream in orgasm filled the room. Cum dripped from her sex, both hers and his mixed. Her fingers were gripping and tearing at the sheets. She was lowered to the ground in the finale of her release, shaking uncontrollably in her orgasm.

After all three lay there, without movement for nearly half an hour, they all crawled into the bed, her in the middle, and she was caressed to magnificent slumber by both of her studs.

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The next morning, she woke to the smell of three dozen roses and the cologne of the two men getting ready for another day. She smiled at them both in unbelievable satisfaction as they smiled back. She then laid her head back down and closed her eyes. That was a birthday she could never forget.

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Hi, my name is Ishani from Kolkata and this is a short incident from last year. I write this today because, the people concerned have moved out of town recently.

I am now 30 and fair, height of 5’7″. I am not slim, but I care to say I am curvy. My figure stands at 34d-28-36, with long hair. I am married and my husband is in merchant navy. I have not been that sweet Bengali girl, and I have enjoyed pleasures of this world before marriage. But in spite of my ideals of marrying a person I love, I settled for a arranged marriage and fell in love with the person I married. For the first 6 months we enjoyed at home, and then for another 20 months I was with him on ships. We enjoyed while it lasted but I Guess I was bored with the globetrotting and endless seas. I was home and was planning to take up a job.

After about 4 months of laziness and being choosy with out a job, my cousin sister, Anima who lived in Kulti (about 200km from Kolkata) invited me over. I planned to stay there for sometime and enjoy their company. The plan was for 20 days at least. Subrata her husband, worked in ECL, a coal mining plant. They were some 10 yrs older than me. But I had more bad luck in store (or was it good luck). 5 days into my stay and Anima Di, had to go to tend to her mom-in-law who lived in Asansol (25km from her house). So the tragic routine turned out to be, Subrata Da leaving at 8:30 AM, and Anima Di, leaving around 10 and I am alone with myself. Both returned around 7:30-8:00PM in the evening. Of course they would try to compensate by bringing in moves and food so that we can enjoy. But with the cable TV, porn sites and their pet parrot for company, it was becoming dreary.

I started complaining on the 3rd day.

After a little thought, next morning, she took me to the house in front of there’s, It belonged to Rekha and Sumon. Smart Young couple! Rekha & Sumon were both of my age and has had a love marriage 3 yrs ago. Rekha was a housewife and Sumon worked as a financial consultant. Sumon was just leaving when we went in, he was a smart and athletic looking guy who said “hi” in a very charming manner and left for work. Rekha on getting to know my so called issue at hand was only happy since she was a housewife and a little company will make her feel only better.

Impromptu, she asked Anima Di to wait a little as she would like to take me along with her to Asansol and do some shopping. It was a welcome relief after 3 days of super boredom that I have been through. But little I know that life would be getting spicier soon.

For the next 2 days we watched movies together, shopped, ate out and super fun. It was Saturday, the usually my husband and I usually have parties and all, but my brother in law and sister were at their usual tasks, him at work and sis with her mom-in-law. I went off to Rekha’s place. She was busy cooking and Sumon was also there. Apparently its Sumon’s day off. While Rekha finished her cooking and finished with her bath, Sumon and I chatted. It ranged from politics to choice of reading material. I pride myself of my ability to chat out serious things as guys do and did my best to impress him.

Rekha was back soon in a white balloon top and a pair of decent shorts. Since I have had my bath recently, we got together to one of Bengali’s women’s favourite things – “Chul sokhano” – drying of long hair. We sat on the sofa and put our hair behind the back rest and turned on the fan at full blast. I was by the way in a short rust coloured kurti with patiala. Sumon excused himself from stupid women chat, as he mentioned and went far his bath.

We were watching TV and chatting and discussing serials and heroines and heros when Rekha started talking about my hair and complimenting me for it.

She had her fingers in hair and then she brushed my nape and touched my ear to talk about my earring. Next she touched my thighs and said “Isha, you have such nice long slender legs, they are really nice”.

Now, her touch was weird to start off with, and words, flattering, but I never judged it to be sexual in nature. After all she was a woman. Well, I have done my fair share of experiments with girls in school. The usual boob presses and hugs crushing tits together in the labs. The quick smooches in the loo. But they were experiments at best. The farthest I ever went was probably in class 10 when we rubbed each others pussy over our panties and güzelce escort sucked each others budding puffy nipples in a tight bathroom at school. I must admit it was exciting and highly pleasurable at that age, but it was more for the newness of it and the fun of doing the forbidden thing. But never did I consider myself a lesbian, not even a bi-sexual, as the pleasure of a hard cock is something irreplaceable. You can call me, at best a bi-curious, till this moment.

Back to the story: when I think of it now, the touch was nice to feel and the context of endless fucking for more than 2 yrs followed by absolute celibacy for last 5 months didn’t help. She then very disarmingly asked about my figure a.k.a. sizes. I gave them to her casually and by habit of chats I asked her about hers. She was 32E-26-36. At only 5’4″, she was small but with a good size boobs and ass. Pocket bomb, as I call her now. She was by then touching my breasts with the back of her hand and rubbing a little while discussing the unavailability of bras for her unusual size. That truly felt new and nice. Someone touching my breasts after months! She cupped her breast with the free hand and gave me a feel of the shape while discussing it. When we heard the door of the bedroom open, she moved her hand and placed it on my right thigh and for a couple of moments there were no chatter. Sumon opened the door, while brushing his wavy hair and noticed Rekha hand for a fleeting second.

Sumon walked in all fresh, in his Bermudas, all 6’1″ of him. His long lightly haired fair legs suddenly seemed attractive. I noticed his butt which was nice and firm and shapely. I am not sure why, but I probably even thought of his cock size for a moment and could not dwell on it or visualize it since he start talking. He was saying how wonderful the rust colour suited me and I looking very attractive in my salwar. I said thanks with a smile and moved back to the TV, when I almost jumped up with surprise. I wasn’t expecting it at all from Sumon(now I wonder: Why wasn’t I?? :p)

He then brought his nose closer to my neck and said, “You smell wonderful too” With that I felt Rekha’s hand brushing my nipples again…..

The light touch on my nipples, Sumon’s warm breath on my neck brought to surface all the sexual tensions brewing underneath. So when Sumon bent down to plant a soft kiss on the side of my neck, I could only let out a small moan.

Involuntarily, my left hand was on Sumon’s hand on my thigh to stop him and when Rekha cupped my breast and gave it a small gentle squeeze, both my hands went up to resist her.

Sumon made the most of this opportunity and put his hand into my short kurti. He was caressing my navel and that was making me really hot. That strange but familiar feeling in the tummy that I am sure all women reading will be able to relate to.

And that was it, I totally surrendered to them. I couldn’t believe that a married woman that I was gave up so easily. It hurts my pride. Was I such a easy target? Here I am supposed to be a simple demure Bengali housewife who is ever so faithful to her husband, and I was moaning with pleasure under the gentle caress of two strangers I met barely 2 days ago.

Rekha asked me in a husky seductive tone, “Ki bhalo lagche Isha?(Are u enjoying this, Isha?)” and all I could say between my moans was a barely audible yes. Both of them laughed. As I opened my eyes and looked at Sumon, for the first time I noticed his broad shoulders and deep brown eyes. But not for long as he sealed his lips over mine and sucked them. As I surrendered my lips he slipped in his tongue in to my mouth and there began on of the most sensuous kisses I have ever had. He moved his tongue expertly to reach place and give me pleasure I never associated with Kissing. But Sumon, is a multi-tasker at the core, his right hand had reached my back and was rubbing it lightly relaxing me further while his left had reach my breasts and kneading it over my bra. His hand moved under my bra and touched my nipple. His still cold hand on my nipples was making me crazy. In the meantime, his right hand unhooked my bra and while he cupped my open boobs in his hand. I was totally out of control. Two of them were wreaking havoc on my senses. This seemed like one dream I didn’t want to end. I did not want to move from this position.

Sumon planted büyükçekmece escort a kiss on my earlobe and bit it gently, this guy is an expert, and took the kurti off my body. In tandem Rekha removed my bra and there I was sitting in a stranger’s living room absolutely topless. Rekha and Sumon took each of my breasts in their mouth and start sucking. They were swirling their tongues on my nipples which was now so hard while they were sucking…. The feeling of 2 sets of lips and tongues on my body is a feeling that is indescribable. People who have experienced it will know, and but will never be able to express it in words. They were sucking my nipples hard and biting them lightly, swirling their tongue on it and chewing them. It ran chills in down my spine. He was licking my cleavage when with his right hand he untied the knot of my patiala and slipped his hand into my panties to caress my public hair. I have almost no hair on my body, and my public hair is also very soft and light. I shave it sometimes but now with my hubby away, I didn’t have the motivation to it.

It seemed I was already in heaven. Rekha got down to her knees and removed my bottoms and my panties….my legs were wide open for all to see…..I was buck naked. She came back up, caressed my clit a little and put in her finger in my already wet pussy and started fingering me. I was beyond this world now. I moved my hands to massage her ample boobs over her dress and the came down to kiss me. That was one awesome kiss. She was licking my tongue with hers and duelling with it. Between the two of them, I wondered who the master of kissing was and who taught whom.

Sumon picked me up in his arms and I buried my face in his chest. He carried me to his bedroom and gently rolled me on to their bed.

When I looked around Rekha was already nude and Sumon was undressing. With lust in ones eyes, men look even more handsome I guess. His wavy hair, tall figure, broad shoulders, nice hairy chest all looked to me like a Greek god. When he took off his Bermuda along with his undies, I was in for a surprise. His cock was so fair. Never have I seen a fairer cock and the thick bulging head was red, more like pinkish red. That was a cock I have seen on porn movies, but never on an Indian. My hubby has a beautiful piece of meat around 6.5 in, but this looked probably an inch longer. And the girth was very thick. It was a good 2.5 in thick. The bulging veins were almost looking green in colour. It looked like a piece of sculpture and I was all but mesmerized.

He came down on my breast and started cupping and kneading one while sucking the other. He slowly moved down and kissed and licked my tummy and then kissed my navel. It was almost as if he was making love to my navel. Never has Rahul (my husband) or any of my past partners spent so much time and gave me so much pleasure at my navel. It was as if this was a day of discoveries. I felt as if this was a sex organ and I never knew about it.

Between these heavenly pleasures I was barely aware that Rekha was sucking his meat. When Sumon reached my pussy it was flowing like a river, and after planting a few small kisses on the mound he licked and chewed on my clit for what seemed like eternity. His intensity would increase at times and I think it was when Rekha’s sucking made him more excited or took him close to Cumming. I had my eyes closed and I was drinking in the pleasures. It seemed that my body would not be able to take much more of this ecstasy. The strange aroma of strong sex juice and active around me on bed made me open my eyes and I saw Rekha straddling me and positioning her pussy close to my mouth. From between her legs could see Sumon place a couple of pillows below my waist and spreading me wide. He was ready and his beautiful cock was glistening with all the sucking that Rekha has put in. My Dream was getting better and better. And for the time in my life I was see a Pussy up close in my face and I was attracted and I liked it.

I have never really thought about Rekha’s pussy so there was no expectation. But up close it looked very beautiful. She had a little triangle shaped hair patch just above the slit and none on the lips or the sides which made it look really exceptional. The outer labia were puffy and the inner lips were unevenly long and stick out of her outer labia. Her güzelyurt escort general skin tone is exceptionally fair, some of us may even consider her pale, and her outer pussy lips were dark pink and the inner lips were lighter. She seemed wet already and the clit was peeking out of the hood. It wasn’t a huge clit or anything but it looked cute.

The first thing that caught my attention was the inner lips. I have a puffy swollen mound and the protruding lips really were different. I kissed them and tasted another woman for the first time. It was good. I now believe that every woman has a streak of lesbianism in her, it only needs some motivation. I chewed on them for a few seconds and then concentrated on her clit. This was all new to me and my only experience was the many XXX rated movies that I have seen and the clips on net. But the gyrating of her hips and her moans told me that I wasn’t too bad at this. I wriggled my nose on her clit while I was sucking her hole and sticking my tongue in as much as possible into her. I took the clit into lips and sucked on it, and while doing so I hummed a little like I do when I suck cock. She stiffened up, shivered a little. I knew she was close, I stuck my finger in her ass hole and that made her cum, it seemed, quite hard. My face was smeared with her wetness. But she was in no mood to relent. A woman with suck a beautiful body ought to have a large appetite for sex, it seemed justified.

In the mean time Sumon was teasing my clit with his large tool by stroking in on my slit. Whenever his large swollen pink head touched my clit, I stiffened a little and I am sure Rekha felt the fervour of my excitement on her pussy through my tongue. He then moved on to my well lubricated hole. The thoughts of unprotected sex and consequences came to me for a fleeting moment was washed away with the throes of pleasure when his cock touched my pussy hole. He pushed in the swollen head and was enjoying the friction on the head of his cock! I have been well fucked for the past couple of years and I thought I am lose enough for a cock to go in easy, but this meat felt like filling me up as he pushed it in very lazily. It was as if he was teasing me. I was enjoying every inch of it. It was as if I was swelling up. It felt so full. It seemed to be pushing in to places that have never been touched before. I was feeling like a virgin again. It may have been my excitement, but I felt out of the world as he slowly started stroking. With his first slow stroke I came for the first time. I squeezed his cock and he seemed to like it. He kept stroking slowly and then kept increasing the speed.

Rekha was adding to the pleasure, she had turned around with her ass facing my face. I was still sucking on her and she probably came two more times when Sumon was going full speed. Rekha was sometimes kissing Sumon, and Sumon was sometimes sucking her tits, and during these times the strokes were back to slow. Then he returned with gusto. Rekha was bending down, and I would take that opportunity to suck on her clit again, that would make her cum. While bending down, she would lick my clit and suck it, and push me over the edge and make me cum strongly.

To me time seemed to be standing still and I was getting orgasm after orgasm. I don’t think I have ever had so many during one session. I counted 3 or 4, and then I am not sure about anything but the pleasure.

I was barely aware when Sumon called my name. Very politely but excitedly he asked, “Bhetorey felbo? kono oshubidha nei toh?”(shall I release it inside, you don’t have a problem, right?). My eyes let up….I said between my moan, “Kono osubidha nei, ami puro enjoy kortey chai”(No problems at all, I want to enjoy to the fullest).

Rekha was on her knees and licking Sumon’s asshole and balls when he came strongly in me. When his warm semen hit the wall, I orgasmed again and this time the strongest. There were at least 2 big squirts and then some more small ones as he collapsed on me. He rolled over after a minute with his face near my pussy and I put my left thigh on his shoulder. Rekha was still working. She was licking Sumon’s cum as it was oozing out of my pussy and that was soothing my pussy.

After a brief few mins, my first wave of guilt hit me. Never before this moment did I think that i was cheating my husband. I wondered what I would do if he cheated on me. Then Rekha came in beside me and kissed me. Her mouth still tasted of Sumon’s cum. We fell asleep.

But we woke up….. More to come on part 2. This is my first attempt so do let me know my mistakes and your comments. Vulgar and constructive, both would be appreciated. You can Mail me at ishanihouwife(at)gmail.com. So till next time, Keep those cocks hard and cunts wet!

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If you haven’t done so, please read “An Unexpected Desire – The Prequel” first as it forms the basis of this whole series.

CHAPTER 1

I awoke the next morning, the soreness I still felt in my cock reminding me of the workout I gave it the previous night. I smiled and thought, “That’s what happens when your niece looks like that!” I still couldn’t believe the images I saw of her and how years before I only saw a young and awkward teen. Now, she was definitively anything but that.

I quickly jumped up out of my bed, walked over to my desk, sat down and turned on my laptop. I turned on my Wi-Fi and smiled. You have to love the amenities that come with being deployed in the military, one of them being able to get Wi-Fi access with no problem. Quickly I went online and checked my email hoping for news about what was going on back home. As I sifted through my mail I noticed I had some Facebook messages from friends and decided to go check my account as well.

I opened my Facebook account and began reading my messages when a sudden thought hit me – I wonder if my niece ever gets on her Facebook messenger? It was early in the morning in Afghanistan so it had to be around 9:00 or 10:00 p.m. back on the East Coast. I looked at my friends listing and felt a wave of excitement when I saw the green icon next to my niece’s name indicating she was online. My heart began to race a little bit as I contemplated messaging her. She knew I was deployed and I remember my sister asking me for my address so they could send me care packages and letters. I hadn’t talked to either of them since I arrived although I did email both of them my address. Taking a deep breath I clicked on her name and began typing:

Patrick: Pssttt

Nic: OMG! Hey Uncle Pat! *hugs*

Patrick: Hiya Nic 🙂 how’s my favorite Niece

Nic: Great! What time’s it over there

Patrick: early morning … 0600

Patrick: Already missing bed *yawn*

Nic: lol that means 6a.m right?

Patrick: Wow you remember what I taught you about military time

Nic: Yep! I pay attention … I’m an eager learner 😉

My cock tingled and twitched at the comment she made. I knew I wouldn’t have thought anything of it until now. But now, after last night, I found myself hanging on her every word!

Patrick: what time is it there?

Nic: only 2000 hrs

Nic: u know what time that is right? 😉

Patrick: lol smart ass 😛

Nic: I take after mom

Patrick: I know that all 2 well!

Nic: lol

And truly I did. My older sister, now 46, was always a smartass but in a teasing, funny kind of way. She was also very easy on the eyes, very outgoing – to put it mildly, looked great in and out of her clothes (another story for another time) and always had a habit of rotating boyfriends in and out of her life, not by their choosing but her own. No one was ever able to tie her down, so to speak, and I always wondered what it was about her that made guys fight to be with her. As I talked to my niece, I was beginning to see the same dynamic personality, something she definitely inherited from my sister. Now as I thought about it, my niece seemed to change boyfriends pretty frequently too. Yet another thing Facebook was GREAT for notifying me of!

Nic: Uncle Pat?!? U there or did my mom reference scare u off

Patrick: lol I was thinking

Patrick: and NO ur mom doesn’t scare me

Nic: thinking about what

Patrick: how alike u 2 r

Nic: Ahhh

Nic: that a good or bad thing?

Patrick: both lol

Nic: go on…

I began asking myself, ok why is she making me nervous all of a sudden? I felt like I was on a date for crying out loud! “It’s your niece Pat, don’t start overanalyzing things!” I took a deep breath and smiled, I was enjoying the way she was making me feel – happy, alive!

Patrick: Well … ur mom was always good

Patrick: but she was better at being bad

Nic: Oh do tell! *Leans forward and rests my chin on hand*

Patrick: lol ur 2much … I swear you 2 are just alike

Nic: Come on Uncle Pat

Nic: don’t make me beg *pouts*

Those words sent tingles straight through my cock and immediately it began to grow in my boxers; in a matter of seconds, the full 8″ strained for release. I took a VERY long deep breath. “She has no idea what she’s doing to me,” I thought in wonderment.

Patrick: Ok ok … don’t beg and pout

Patrick: giresun escort that makes me give in

Nic: a weakness!

Nic: I’m gonna use that 2 my advantage from now on *laughs evilly*

I swear if I touched my cock right now I knew I’d cum hard all over the place, despite her silly teasing. Was she starting to flirt with me or was I reading more into this than I thought?

Deciding to pass it off as her personality, I pressed on.

Patrick: Exploitation … something my SISTER would do *narrows eyes*

Nic: *grins* … ok now tell me or I’ll pout again

Patrick: Ok Nic I give in!

Patrick: ur mom was a pretty wild when she was ur age…

Nic: I kinda guessed that she still acts like she’s in her 20’s now

Patrick: yeah well she’s toned it down a bit. back then she went through more than her share of bfs… and a few gfs 2

Nic: Oh… I guess u WERE right.

Nic: ive had a lot of bfs and a fooled around with some girls 2

She had me hooked and I knew it. Whatever need, want, or desire was there before was now magnified a hundred times over. Did I just read that right? I re-read her response over again and I felt like a horny teenage boy all over again. I was really beginning to enjoying this! I found myself wanting to know more about my niece as the minutes passed.

Patrick: just like ur mom huh? lol

Nic: Shup!

Nic: i can’t help if i can’t find the right guy

Patrick: Or girl huh? lmao

Nic: ugh … Uncle Pat *sad face*

Patrick: Awww

Patrick: im sorry princess

Oh shit … did I just type that? I realized I called my niece a pet name I had for a “friend” of mine. We had a unique relationship based on the Daddy/daughter taboo and it just came as a natural response. If my foot could reach my mouth it would have been inserted just then. Now I sat there trying to figure out what she was going to say. After what seemed like an eternity of silence on her end, I quickly began typing.

Patrick: Oops sorry Nic! I didn’t mean 2 call u that … it used to be a pet name I called an ex 😐

Patrick: i got distracted

Nic: hmmm distracted?

Nic: by what

Patrick: when you did the sad face

Nic: that got you distracted?

Patrick: yeah she did stuff like that all the time

Patrick: very distracting lol

Nic: Oh?

Nic: ill forgive u… if u tell me about that relationship *grins*

Patrick: now why would i do that?

Patrick: im sure ud forgive me anyway *insert charming face here*

Nic: lol

Nic: b/c if u dont I’ll pout *sad face*

Patrick: Did u control ur ex’s like this 2?

Nic: Nope! lol

Nic: it never had an effect on them

Patrick: So now ur taking advantage cuz it works on me

Patrick: Im ur new guinea pig huh?

Nic: Yes!!! *big grin*

I stared at the screen and with each passing second, I knew I was done. She seemed to know she was exposing my weaknesses and using them for her benefit. And I was getting turned on by it! Did she know she was doing that or was it my imagination? Apparently, her ex’s were never affected by this and she loved the reaction it was having on me. Maybe I could use this to my advantage… or was she using it to her advantage?

Patrick: um ok so where were we

Nic: i was flustering u Uncle Pat

Patrick: Yeah yeah

Oh yeah, she knew what she was doing, big time. And I knew it, craved it and wanted more. If she only knew how hard she was making me, I thought. “Was this the effect my sister had on guys?” I wondered.

Nic: so tell me about this “friend” of urs

Patrick: i thought we were talking about u and ur mom

Nic: Yea but this is more interesting *grins*

Patrick: ok well… we met a long time ago and she was really in 2 taboo stuff

Nic: so she was a kinky fuck buddy

Patrick: lmao

Patrick: basically

Seeing her use profanity like that sent shocks through my hardened cock and I had to readjust my boxers once more.

Patrick: and here i thought u were all innocent and sweet

Nic: Oh i am

Nic: every angel has an dark side *evil grin*

“Mmmmm damn a bad side”, I said to myself. I was beginning to realize she definitely had no worries about speaking her mind and I loved it. The more we talked the more it seemed I was peeling yalova escort back layers and I knew I wanted to know more, no wait, make that I HAD to know more.

Patrick: oh? Note 2 self — meet Nic’s bad side…

Patrick: soon

Nic: lmao

Nic: so tell me more about this taboo stuff

Patrick: u know what taboo is right

Nic: i think so…

Patrick: well if it wigs u out just tell me…

Nic: imma big girl Uncle Pat i can handle it

Patrick: lol ok

Patrick: so u know role-play right

Nic: Mhmmm

Patrick: like the Daddy/daughter role play … dom/sub … bro/sis…

Nic: Ahhhh ok i get it

Patrick: she was into the daddy/daughter thing

Patrick: I’d never even thought about it b4 then

Patrick: so she introduced me to the idea of it all… and I figured I’d give it a try

Nic: it sounds kinda weird

Nic: how was it?

Patrick: well… from then on we never left that rp mode

Nic: Wow! 4 real?

Patrick: lol yep. i never thought it would be hot but i was beyond wrong

Nic: huh… i bet… considering u did it so much

Nic: wut did u guys do

Patrick: wherever we went she’d play the daughter act to a T

Patrick: she’d cling to me and call me Daddy. It came natural for her – which was a turn on.

Nic: mhmmm… and?

Patrick: she naturally played innocent and shy … another turn on

Nic: and pout and frown?

Patrick: Yes that too lol

Nic: did she end up getting her way

Patrick: easily … it was hard to say no

Nic: Hehe … now I know why it works on u *grins*

Patrick: lol yes

Nic: how was the sex?

My cock almost came; I could practically hear her ask the question. She wanted to know how the sex was with my “daughter”. It was then I knew I could push my boundaries further than I originally dared. She wasn’t bothered by anything I’ve told her about so far, so I won’t hold back

either.

Patrick: the most amazing ive ever had

Nic: Wow that good?!

Patrick: hell yeah it was

Nic: just wat made it so good

Patrick: the whole taboo thing I guess

Nic: would she call you Daddy and things like that

Patrick: mhmm she said things like Fuck me Daddy and i love you Daddy

Nic: wow … that does sound pretty hot

Patrick: it was … it drove me crazy every time

Patrick: especially when I was on top and she’d look in my eyes

Patrick: And say i love you Daddy … cum in me please?

A few minutes had passed and no response came back. “She must be shocked,” I said to myself.

Patrick: u didn’t faint did you? lol

Her reply quickly came instantly.

Nic: lol no i was just thinking that I feel guilty for thinking thats fckng hot…

Patrick: u had me worried for a sec Nic!

Nic: lol … uh uh, no worries *winks*

Patrick: dont tell ur mom bout this… shed kill me *pretends 2 look 4 her over shoulder*

Nic: of course — itll be our lil secret

I could almost picture her sitting there at her computer desk reading the details; her pussy tingling and sweet moisture forming on her lips, her legs slowly opening and closing with her thighs pressing firmly against her pussy. I imagined her nipples hardening and pressing against her shirt with her tongue slowly darting out to lick her lips, clenching her bottom lip between her teeth. “Damn I wish I could see her right now,” I thought to myself. I snapped myself back to attention and had an idea.

Patrick: I tell u wut, visit www..com and look at taboo stories

Nic: Ohh … ima do that!

Patrick: trust me, you’ll luv it!

Patrick: they have some hot stories in there I read all the time 😉

Nic: Do they just have taboo stuff?

Patrick: Nope .. bi, lesbian, gay, erotic couples

Nic: Ohhh yummy … what other ones do u read? *grins*

Patrick: lol mostly taboo but bi-curious ones 2

Nic: omg really!?

Patrick: Didn’t know your Uncle had a dark side huh?

Nic: uh uh … that’s kinda hot

Patrick: maybe I’ll tell u about it someday 😉

Nic: oh u will I’ll make sure of it *begins plotting*

Patrick: lmao

I actually started to like the idea of her discovering things about me. Actually, it was quite arousing to be honest. There were a lot of “hidden yozgat escort desires” and “dark secrets” I had but no one to tell them to. Maybe she could be my “mental diary” I thought to myself. I was thinking about opening this new “bi-curious” dialog when her message came across the screen.

Nic: Ugh!

Patrick: What’s up?

Nic: I g2g *pouts*

“Damn that weakens me completely when she pouts,” I thought. The idea of being wrapped around her finger was driving me crazy.

Patrick: aww so soon

Nic: yeah *frowns* im going out in a few hrs and im not even dressed

Patrick: uh oh still have 2 shower and everything

Nic: no I showerd b4

Nic: im still in my towel tho…

If she could have seen the dirty thoughts in my head she would have blushed I’m sure. I pictured her sitting at her computer with her towel wrapped around her, her hair and skin wet, her feet folded under her chair seductively while she messaged me. My mind was wandering when she messaged me and woke me up from my budding fantasy.

Nic: get ur mind out of the gutter

Patrick: it wasn’t *looks innocent*

Nic: Mhmm I find that hard to believe

Nic: I bet ur hard 😉

Fuck if she only knew just how hard she was already making me. I wanted to say you make my cock hard as hell Nic and I’m stroking it right now but common sense won and I calmed myself down.

Patrick: omg ur bad!

Nic: So are u? *evil grin*

Patrick: Possibly lol

Nic: Oh im going to enjoy these conversations *winks*

Patrick: lmao u love torturing me huh?

Nic: Mhmmm

Nic: i told u i have a bad side *wicked grin*

Patrick: Im in serious trouble lol

Nic: Mmhmmm now u are

Patrick: *shudders*

Nic: r u online @ this time every day

Patrick: Yea I work nights so I get off in the morning

Nic: u only get off in the morning huh?

Patrick: Haha funny

Patrick: I’m not THAT old

Nic: u sure?

Patrick: yes! Im not a one-shot wonder 😛

Nic: *makes mental note*

Nic: I should be on when u “get off” most mornings

Patrick: lol I’ll remember that

Nic: Byessssssss Uncle Pat … go take care of that “problem” *winks*

Patrick: lmao ur bad Nic … bye!

I couldn’t take much more – my cock was already in my hand and pumping slowly. All I had do was open up the folder of her photos I’d saved on my laptop and go back and forth between looking at them and looking back over our conversation. I imagined her sitting there at her desk, fresh from her shower with the towel wrapped around her, being turned on from our conversation. I pictured her reading my words in messenger and her pussy slowly beginning to moisten, her legs opening and closing as she was getting turned on by what I was describing. Slowly biting her lip as she read the words, “Fuck me Daddy”, her pussy starting to throb as she gave in to her lust and let her fingers slip down between her soft thighs, her legs slowly parting. I could vividly see her fingers slipping between her wet lips as they pressed up inside of her opening, her muscles gently sucking them deep inside and milking them as if it were a hard cock. I imagined her leaning back in her chair, biting her lip, her back arching as her pussy began to cum hard, sucking her fingers inside of her and refusing to let go.

My cock began to throb as my balls tightened. My hand slipping along the tight skin of my cock as precum poured from the tip, creating sheen along the shaft. I opened my eyes and focused on her picture, the one with her pressed against the wall as cum shot from inside my tight balls and erupted through the hard shaft and shot up against my stomach in waves. My back arched in the seat as I pumped my fist faster and harder, my mind flashing with images of my hot niece, our conversation, her control over me. My mind and body were lost in complete bliss. As the last vestiges of cum finally left my swollen and throbbing shaft, I began to come back down to earth, my hand idly stroking my cock slowly as if it were alive, caressing it softly for bringing me such euphoria.

I smiled to myself. This was all working out too perfectly. I was able to talk to my niece now, hopefully, on a daily basis. I was actually enjoying this little game of discovery, finding out little things I never knew about her that blew me away. And if I was reading things correctly, it seemed she was enjoying flirting with me and controlling me through her submissive actions to a point. Did I enjoy it? Hell yes I did! Was this beginning to be more than just pure lust for her? No, it can’t be. Yet a nagging sensation was telling me I saw her more than just lust, I wanted her for my own, and in every other way.

CHAPTER 2 Coming soon!

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Skatabend

Ich habe mir 4 meiner Meister zu einem sadistischem Skatabend eingeladen. Wir haben solche Abende bereits häufiger gehabt, und alle beteiligten kennen den ungefähren Ablauf, sowie die Regeln, welche gelten:

1. Jeder bringt eine kleine Sauerei zu meiner Folter mit. 2. Ich habe bedingungslos zu gehorchen. 3. ich darf nicht mitspielen, bin aber Gastgeberin, Bedienung und Experimentierobjekt 4. Der Gewinner verfügt den Rest der Nacht über mich

Es wird 8 Uhr, und ich warte auf meine Gäste. Selbstverständlich habe ich mir vorher einige Dinge besorgt und mich vorbereitet, um für meine Gäste einen attraktiven Anblick als Sklavin zu bieten.

Ich trage einen schwarzen Lederbody, welcher aus extrem wenig Material besteht. Er beginnt mit einem schmalen Halsband, von dem er in 4 Streifen rechts und links von meinen Busen und auf meinem Rücken heruntergeht. Die Brüste sind frei, werden jedoch von der eingearbeiteten Hebe hochgedrückt, so dass sie provozierend nach vorne stehen. Unterhalb des BH´-Teiles befindet sich wieder ein Ausschnitt, der Oval ist, und meinen strammen Bauch sehen lässt, die Beinausschnitte sind extrem hoch geschnitten, der Unterleibsbereich ist hinten nur durch einen schmalen String, und vorne ebenfalls nur durch einen 3 cm breiten Lederriemen vor neugierigen Blicken verborgen. Neben diesem Body trage ich nur noch Schamlippenlange hochhackige Lederstiefel aus feinem sehr beweglichem Leder, und über allem ein schwarzes halbdurchsichtiges Cape.

Ich habe mich gründlich geduscht, in – und auswendig gewaschen, sowie komplett unterhalb des Nackens rasiert. Anschließend habe ich meine glatte Haut mit einem wohlriechendem Öl zum glänzen gebracht.

Nach und nach trudeln die Männer ein. Ich begrüße sie mit einem Kuss, und je nach Charakter beachten sie mich kaum oder greifen mir direkt unter das Cape und kontrollieren Brust und Scheide. Einer knetet mir brutal den Kitzler, als er bemerkt, das mich die Vorstellung heute Abend wieder benutzt und gequält zu werden schon wieder angeheizt hat. Einer der Männer übergibt mir direkt mein Geschenk, eine Kerze mit drei Dochten, welche einem männlichen Glied nachempfunden ist. Sie ist etwas größer als ein normaler Penis, und die Dochte sind auf der Eichel sowie auf die beiden nachgeahmten Hoden verteilt.

Ich nehme den Meistern die Jacken ab, und auch sie haben sich für mich in Lederkleidung gehüllt, die Ihre geölten Muskeln sowie teilweise auch die bereits strammen Schwänze sehen lässt. Ich will gerade ein paar begrüßende Worte sagen, als mich die Explosion eines Rohrstocks auf meinen empfindlichen Nippeln nach Luft ringen lässt. Der Meister, der zugeschlagen hat grinst mich an. „Aber Fötzchen, wer wird den große Sprüche machen wollen wenn Erwachsene sich unterhalten”.

Er produziert ein Kopfgeschirr aus seinem Beutel, dass ich dann anlegen muss. Das Geschirr ist extra für mich handgearbeitet und legt sich eng an meinen Kopf an, Scheuklappen schränken meine Sicht ein, und können bei Bedarf über meine Augen geklappt und mit Druckknöpfen fixiert werden. Die Gurte über meinen Ohren erlauben es hier einen Kopfhörer oder andere Dinge zu befestigen, die meine Hörmöglichkeiten einschränken sollen.

Aber noch braucht man mich ja zur Bedienung, deshalb bleiben Augen und Ohren noch frei. Anders ist das mit meinem Mund, den man zwar zu seiner Befriedigung benutzen möchte, aber der mir nicht zur Kommunikation dienen soll, daher hat das Geschirr eine einfache, aber effektive Vorrichtung. Ein Ring in meinem Mund sorgt dafür das ich den Mund nicht schließen kann, gleichzeitig ziehen zwei Haken in meinen Mundwinkeln die Lippen zu einem dünnen Strich zusammen, was einerseits dazu führt das ich mich nur schwer artikulieren kann, andererseits, da die Männer ihre Schwänze durch den entstandenen engen Spalt schieben müssen, dazu das sie bei einem Maulfick genügend Widerstand spüren.

Jetzt muß ich mich erst einmal vor den Männern demütig präsentieren, ich lege das Cape ab, drehe mich, ziehe die Busen an den Nippeln hoch, spreize meine Schamlippen, etc., um zu zeigen, dass sie mich wirklich zu allem benutzen können. Die Männer streicheln kneten und begrapschen mich ausführlich, obwohl der letzte Skatabend gar nicht lange her ist.

Dann beginnt erst einmal das Skatspiel, Einer teilt aus, und wird von mir verwöhnt, während die anderen um Punkte spielen, bei der nächsten Runde ist dann der Gewinner der Vorrunde mit austeilen und foltern an der Reihe. An den Plätzen der Mitspieler liegen neben Stift und Block auch diverse Nadeln, Klammern und Peitschen bereit. Zuerst gilt es jedoch den Durst der Männer zu befriedigen, und ich mache meine Runde von einem Meister zum nächsten. Jeder der Männer hat an seinem Platz eine Liste zum Ankreuzen mit den möglichen Getränkewünschen sowie eine Sicherheitsnadel vorgefunden. Jeder kreuzt nun seine Wünsche an, und befestigt seinen Wunsch mit der Sicherheitsnadel an meinen Brustwarzen oder Schamlippen. Der feinen Ordnung halber landet jeweils eine Sicherheitsnadel cevizli escort in jeder Brust bzw. Schamlippe, so dass es einen schönen symmetrischen Eindruck macht.

In der Küche stehen dann kleine Metallköcher bereit in die genau ein Glas passt. Ich fülle das gewünschte Getränk in die Gläser, und hänge die Metallköcher mit kleinen Ketten an die Sicherheitsnadeln. Der Weg zurück in das Wohnzimmer ist die Hölle, das Zerren an den feinen Einstichstellen, in meinen intimsten Körperpartien führt zu grausamen Schmerzen, gleichzeitig darf ich selbstverständlich nichts verschütten, und zu langsam darf es auch nicht sein.

Ich mache einen grotesken Eindruck als ich mit den Armen hinter dem Kopf verschränkt, Tränen in den Augen, nassgeschwitzt endlich den Tisch erreiche. An das Skatspiel hat bei diesem geilen Anblick noch keiner gedacht. Das passt auch, denn keiner der Männer will nun mit Skatspielen anfangen, sondern der erste beim Foltern sein.

Schnell ist abgemacht das man mich dazu benutzen will den Glücklichen zu bestimmen, und zwar auf die nächste grausame Methode. Die Gläser werden verteilt, die Köcher bleiben der Einfachheit halber einfach erst einmal hängen, und ich muss mich vor den Männern aus dem Body schälen. Bis auf das Kopfgeschirr, die Köcher und die Stiefel nackt schützt nun noch nicht einmal der schmale Lederstreifen meine Fotze.

Dann muss ich mich rücklings auf den Tisch legen, und bekomme die Scheuklappen über den Augen verschlossen. Ich muss die Beine anziehen, die Köcher werden auf meine Oberschenkel gelegt, so das meine Scheide weit geöffnet ein gutes Ziel bietet. Anschließend schießt jeder der Männer mit einer Luftpistole und kleinen Pfeilen abwechselnd auf meine Fotze. Der der als erstes meine Klitoris trifft hat gewonnen, und darf als erstes austeilen. 13 Pfeile und eine Ohnmacht später steht der Sieger fest, und ich kann ihm erst einmal in Ruhe einen Blasen, um meinen Herzschlag zu beruhigen.

Der Sieger der nächsten Runde ist der Mann mit dem Kerzenschwanz. Die Kerze brennt bereits eine beträchtliche Zeit auf dem Tisch. Dann erklärt er mir meine Aufgabe während der nächsten Runde. Ich habe bereits häufiger Kerzen mit der Brust oder der Fotze ausdrücken müssen, aber hier liegt das Problem anders, durch die unterschiedliche Höhe der Kerzendochte kann man die Kerze nicht in einem Zug ausdrücken, man muß sich daher entscheiden was man sich verbrennen möchte.

Er bietet daher zwei Lösungen an: Das vordehnen der Fotze, so dass ich ohne anzuecken meine Schamlippen über den dicken mittleren Schaft gleiten lassen kann, und damit recht schnell mit meinen Schamlippen die zwei äußeren Dochte erreiche, dafür brennt die mittlere Kerze in meinem Innern noch, oder die harte Methode ohne vordehnen, bei der ich ohne Zuhilfenahme der Hände den dicken heißen Schaft in mich aufnehmen muss, während meine Schamlippen in den Flammen hängen.

Die letzte Version hat zwar den Vorteil das die Hauptkerze dann bereits verlöscht ist, ich befürchte jedoch das mich der Schmerz des heißen Wachses so irritiert, das ich den Eingang nicht so schnell finde.

Unter der sichtlichen Belustigung der Männer werden die Köcher an meiner Scheide entfernt, nur um noch mehr Sicherheitsnadeln Platz zu machen, mit denen man dann meine Schamlippen weit auseinanderzieht. Nach fünf Minuten unter irrsinniger Spannung und nach langer mentaler Vorbereitung trete ich dann über die Kerze. Man hat mir die Arme gefesselt, damit ich im Schmerz nicht doch die Hände zu Hilfe nehmen kann. Kaum stehe ich über der Kerze, spüre ich Ihre Wärme. Jetzt bleibt nicht mehr viel Zeit, ich fasse allen Mut zusammen und lasse mich fallen. Aber das Vordehnen und der Zug der Sicherheitsnadeln an meinen empfindsamen Lippen war nicht ausreichend um eine Öffnung zu schaffen, die den immensen Schaft problemlos aufnehmen kann. Meine kleinen Schamlippen lassen die Hauptkerze zwar verlöschen, doch das zum Preis massiver Verbrennungen an den schmerzempfindlichen Schleimhäuten.

Ich zucke quiekend zurück, das ist mir denn doch zu viel, aber bevor ich mir recht klar geworden bin das ich gerade dabei bin eine Spielregel zu verletzen, rettet mich einer der Meister. Er gibt mir eine kräftige Ohrfeige und während ich verdutzt im Schreien innehalte, greift er brutal nach meinen Nippeln dreht sie um 90° herum und reißt mich an den malträtierten Eutern wieder über die verbliebenden beiden Kerzen. Unnachgiebig drückt er mich an meinen Brustwarzen in die Knie und ich nehme den riesigen Schaft in meine enge Muschi auf. Ich drücke dabei die Ränder der Kerze zusammen, sodass sich der flüssige Wachs in die Innenseite meiner Schamlippen ergießt.

Dabei läuft es auch über die Brandblasen, die sich nach dem ersten Versuch ergeben haben. Ich heule völlig hysterisch, während die Flammen an meine Schamlippen züngeln. Lasse mich aber willenlos über die grausame Kerze stülpen bis sie endlich verlöschen.

Mit Tränen in den Augen strecke ich mich wieder, çamlıca escort meine Knie zittern. Ich schaue die Meister mit verschleierten Augen an. Meine Scheide ist ein Inferno unterschiedlicher grausamer Schmerzen – und die Kerze bleibt sehr zur Begeisterung der umstehenden Meister, wie angegossen in meiner Scham stecken.

Während sie sich anstubsen und schmunzelnd zusehen, führt mich einer zum in der Nähe stehenden Billardtisch. Ich laufe mit gespreizten Beinen und staksigem Schritt zum Billardtisch. Die Männer ergötzen sich an meinem Anblick und geben mir kräftige Schläge auf die attraktiv angespannten Pobacken.

Sie heben mich auf den Tisch und spreizen meine Schenkel um den riesigen Wachspfropfen und meine gerötete Scham zu inspizieren. Während ich mich bemühe mich wieder unter Kontrolle zu bekommen spüre ich die Finger der Männer über meine mit kleinen Brandblasen übersäte Scheide fahren. Obwohl die Verbrennungen nicht tief sind, sind sie doch extrem unangenehm, und ich denke schon jetzt mit Grauen daran, das der Abend noch nicht zu Ende ist, und meine Scham bestenfalls nur noch mehrere Male zur Befriedigung meiner Gäste verwendet werden wird, viel wahrscheinlicher jedoch noch mehrfach anderen Foltern unterworfen sein wird.

Während ich mich langsam wieder der Geilheit in meinem ausgefüllten Schoß und der tastenden Finger hingebe, beschließen die Männer mich noch ein wenig Schaulaufen zu lassen. Ich fühle mich inzwischen wieder stark genug. Die Männer heben mich vom Tisch, und machen leise Tanzmusik an, zu der ich dann immer noch mit dem Wachsdildo gestopft und auf hochhackigen Pumps vor ihnen tanzen muss. Die Fesselung der Arme hat man mir wieder gelöst, aber das Kopfgeschirr bleibt an. Schließlich möchte man von mir noch den einen oder anderen Lippendienst einfordern. Ich versuche, sofern das mit gespreizten Beinen und einem schweren Wachsblock im Schritt überhaupt möglich ist erotisch zu tanzen, aber meinen Gästen scheint es zu gefallen, denn ich sehe ihre sowieso nach den anregenden Foltern erigierten Schwänze zu voller Größe aufblühen.

Doch schon bald wird ihnen trotz meiner intensiven Bemühungen mein Tanz zu langweilig, und sie beginnen mit den zu diesem Zweck herumliegenden paddeln auf meinen Po und die Busen zu schlagen. Ich nehme die Arme hinter den Kopf, damit meine Arme den Paddeln nicht im Weg sind. Leider ermöglicht es den Männern auch in die ebenfalls sehr empfindlichen Achselhöhlen zu schlagen. Nachdem Busen, Schamhügel, Rücken, Po und Achselhöhlen alle eine gleichmäßige leichtrote Färbung angenommen haben, entschließen sich die Meister nun erst einmal eine weitere Runde Skat zu spielen.

Einer der Meister gibt, um mich gleich anschließend als Oralsklavin zu benutzen.

Er drückt mich auf die Knie, kniet sich selbst hin, und rammt mir seinen erigierten Schwanz mit einem Schlag tief in meinen Hals. Während ich mich um das Saugen und Luftschnappen kümmere, beginnt er mit einer Hundepeitsche von oben meinen Po zu bearbeiten. Durch diesen Antrieb angespornt nehme ich den massiven Schwanz bei jedem Schlag weiter tief in meinen Hals, und ziehe nur zum Luftschnappen zurück. Er gibt den Takt mit seinen Schlägen vor, und kurz vor seinem Orgasmus bekomme ich Schläge direkt auf meinen Anus die extrem schmerzvoll sind, und mich zwingen seinen Schwanz beim Abspritzen tief in meiner Kehle zu belassen.

Nachdem ich geschluckt habe, richte ich mich auf, und bedanke mich artig für die Gnade den kostbaren Saft meines Gönners schlucken zu dürfen. Er ist jedoch mit einem einfachen Danke nicht zufrieden, und befiehlt mir meine Nippel zu präsentieren. Ich strecke meine Busen vor, und unterstütze sie mit meinen Händen, dann senke ich den Blick. Er greift unter mein Kinn, und zwingt mich in seine Augen zu schauen. Anschließend holt er aus und schlägt mir gezielt auf den rechten Nippel. Der Schlag trifft mich nicht unvorbereitet, trotzdem atme ich bei dem stechenden Schmerz heftig aus. Ich habe das Gefühl meine Warze sei zerrissen, halte aber artig meine linke Brust hin, die nach einem Blickkontakt zwischen mir und ihm einen ähnlich harten und wohlgezielten Schlag ertragen muss.

Inzwischen sind die übrigen Männer mit ihrer Runde ebenfalls fertig, und gesellen sich wieder dazu.

Während die 3 verbliebenen Männer den Wachspfropfen mit einem mir ausgesprochen peinlichen Schmatzen aus meiner Scham ziehen, beginnt der 4te Mann, eine große Sporttasche auszupacken. Ich versuche ihm zuzusehen, aber die anderen dirigieren mich wieder zum Billardtisch, um mich noch einmal zu inspizieren und abzugreifen. Ich spüre ihre Hände überall, an meinen Busen, im Mund, und zwischen den Schenkeln. Nach wenigen Sekunden schließe ich die Augen und gebe mich ganz den teilweise zärtlich streichelnden aber auch brutal zerrenden und kneifenden Händen hin.

Wäre ich zu diesem Zeitpunkt nicht bereits tropfnass, jetzt würde ich es werden. Während ich mich einerseits versuche fallen zu lassen, hält çakmak escort mich andererseits der Gedanke an die gerade im Hintergrund vorbereiteten Folterung davon ab, komplett zu entspannen. Es geht mehrere Minuten so weiter, und zwischendurch gönnt mir einer der Männer einen Orgasmus, den ich ohne weiteres Zutun nur durch rhythmisches kneifen meiner Klitoris erreiche.

Kaum bin ich wieder richtig bei Sinnen, darf ich mich aufrichten und schaue auf eine Konstruktion aus Seilen, die an den zu diesem Zweck in der Decke befestigten, stabilen Haken hängen. Das Erste was mir auffällt ist ein großer Holzklotz der auf dem Boden liegt. Er ist ca. 50 cm breit, 20 cm tief und 20 cm hoch. Auf der Oberseite in der Mitte ist eine Öse befestigt, an der eine schwere Kette befestigt ist.

Ich werde zu der Vorrichtung geführt, und ihr Erfinder erklärt mir, was er für mich geplant hat. Ich bekomme als erstes ein breites Lederhalsband um, welches den Druck des Seiles um meinen Hals gleichmäßig verteilen soll, an diesem Seil werde ich aufgehängt.

Ich schaue ihn entgeistert an.

Keine Angst verkündet er mir mit einem breitem Grinsen, wenn du meinst du benötigst wieder Luft, kannst du dich hier auf diesen Holzklotz stellen, und soweit hochdrücken, das der Druck soweit nachlässt, dass du wieder Luft bekommst. Damit es aber nicht ganz so einfach ist, werden wir den Klotz an deine Schamlippen klemmen. Der Klotz ist extra nicht so schwer – höchstens zwanzig Kilogramm – und wird an deinen Schamlippen ca. 3 cm über dem Boden hängen. Um also nicht zu ersticken, musst du den Klotz heruntertreten, und dich gegen die Spannung in deinen Schamlippen soweit strecken, dass du genug Luft bekommst.

Aber damit du dich in dieser Haltung mit von dir selbst brutal gespannter Möse nicht zu wohl fühlst, beginne ich so bald deine Füße den Klotz berühren, deine Euter zu peitschen.

Im Abstand von 5 Sekunden, gibt es 5 Schläge auf die Oberseite der Titten, anschließend wieder im Abstand von 5 Sek. 5 Schläge auf die empfindlichere Unterseite der Brust. Ab dann schlage ich so schnell und fest ich kann, mittig auf die Zitze. Die ganze Aktion wird ca. 5 min. dauern, aber nur ich entscheide, wann du erlöst wirst. Also biete uns eine schöne Show, sonst überlege ich mir ob das nicht auch 10 min. auszuhalten ist. Ergeben lasse ich mir das Halsband anlegen. Dann muß ich mich vorbeugen, und man schiebt mir einen gummierten Haken in den Po, an dem dann meine Arme stramm auf den Rücken gefesselt werden. Anschließend muss ich meine Beine spreizen, und mein Peiniger macht sich an meiner Scham zu schaffen. Um eine möglichst große Streckung bei gleichzeitiger großer “Abrissfestigkeit„ zu erreichen, werden meine beiden kleinen Schamlippen mit einer länglichen Schraubzwinge zusammengequetscht, an die dann der Klotz aufgehängt wird. Schon beim Anbringen der Zwinge sind die Schmerzen in meinem empfindlichsten Intimbereich immens. Als dann der Klotz hängt treibt mir das leicht schwingende Gewicht die Tränen in die Augen.

Dann sind die Vorbereitungen abgeschlossen und ich werde am Hals hochgezogen. Schlagartig ist meine Luft weg, und ich versuche reflexartig mit den Füssen den Boden zu erreichen, und trete dabei vor den Klotz. Der Ruck in meiner Fotze lässt mich hektisch das letzte Rest Luft aus meiner Lunge stoßen, was zu einem heiteren Gelächter der umstehenden Männer führt. Ich versuche den Klotz gleichzeitig mit beiden Füssen gleichmäßig nach unten zu treten, um wieder Luft zu bekommen, aber trotz der Luftnot sind mir die Schmerzen in der Scham zu groß, und ich breche den Versuch mehrfach ab.

Erst als mir bereits die Sinne schwinden, schaffe ich es in der aufkommenden Panik den Block auf den Boden zu treten, und mich so weit aufzurichten, das rasselnd ein wenig Luft in meine Lunge strömen kann. Doch kaum bekomme ich wieder ein wenig Luft, explodiert ein scharfer Rohrstockhieb auf der ungeschützten Oberseite meiner linken Brust.

Ich japse wie waidwund, aber genau 5 Sekunden später trifft ein ebenso heftiger Schlag meine rechte Titte. Die Menge der Schmerzen und die aufkommende Panik macht mich schier wahnsinnig. Ich empfange die 10 Schläge auf die Busen, die schon ohne das Umfeld schwer zu ertragen sind. Als dann auch noch in kurzer Folge die Rohrstockhiebe meine Zitzen mir das Gefühl geben, das sie aufgeplatzt sind, hebe ich die Füße von dem Block.

Sofort ist wieder die Luft weg, und das Spiel beginnt wieder von vorn.

Nach 3 Minuten bricht mein Peiniger die Folter ab, da ich völlig geschwitzt, mit dunkelblau – rot schimmernden Busen nicht mehr in der Lage bin mich auf den Beinen zu halten.

Ich werde abgenommen und falle dem Mann, der meine Halsschlinge löst in die Arme. Er legt mich auf dem Boden ab, und während ich immer noch mit dem Klotz an meiner Scham, gefesselten Armen und zitternden Beinen vor ihm auf dem Boden liege kniet er sich über mich, knetet mit seiner linken Hand meine geschwollene schmerzende Brust, während er sich mit rechts selber befriedigt, und mir schon nach wenigen Minuten sein Sperma ins Gesicht spritzt.

Offensichtlich sind die Männer alle mit ihrem Spiel fertig, denn auch die anderen beiden, welche den heutigen Abend nicht gewinnen konnten, befriedigen sich noch einmal an und in mir, um anschließend ihre Spielzeuge zu packen, und mich für den Rest der Nacht dem Gewinner zu überlassen.

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The holiday was going great, the apartment was fantastic, the food was good and we hadn’t seen a cloud in the sky for the three days that we had been here. We spent all day relaxing round the pool and drinking. At about 5ish we would go back up to our apartment to get ready for dinner and a few more beers.

On this evening when we got back we decided that after dinner we would go out into town to see what the local nightlife was like and to see if we could find a club. We got ourselves ready, me in my usual t-shirt and shorts and you wearing a short black skirt and a tight fitting, low-cut top that showed off your huge tits to perfection.

After dinner we wondered down to the town and hit our first bar. The place was a little empty, so we just had the one drink and moved on. We found a couple more bars that were livelier and had quite a few more drinks in these while we chatted away.

At about half past 10 we decided it was time to try and find a club before they got too busy. We walked around for about 20 minutes looking and were about to give up when we heard music coming from down a side street. Off we wondered up the street and sure enough, there was a club!

‘Wait a minute’ you said, ‘look at the poster!’

I turned to look behind me and the poster said ‘Male Strippers – Here tonight!’

I said ‘Well it doesn’t bother me if you want to go in, I could do with a drink and I don’t think we will find anywhere else.’

Inside the club was fairly quiet, in all I would say there was about 30 or 40 people in there, mainly couples, but a couple of groups of men and women. We made our way to the bar, ordered a couple of drinks and found a table about half way between the bar and the stage.

After a few more drinks the strippers came on. Typically muscular hunk types stripping off their clothes down to a black and a red thong and dancing up caddebostan escort to woman in the crowd. By this stage you were starting to get a bit tipsy and you was cheering and shouting for them to take it all off along with a few of the other women, but they didn’t – yet. Soon they left the stage and returned 10 minutes later in new outfits. They asked for a volunteer and arms went straight in the air at the same time that you asked me if I minded. One of the strippers noticed you and immediately ran over to us. He dragged you up onto the stage and had you sat on a chair before I could even answer your question!

The other stripper was doing the same with another girl.

It all started a little like a bit of fun with the guy stripping to his thong and straddling you. He made thrusting gestures towards your mouth and you laughed at him and said something. He took your hand and made you stroke his caged cock – wanking him through his thong. You looked over to me and shrugged your shoulders. I just smiled at you and nodded my encouragement. Next the stripper moved behind you and started fondling your tits through your tight fitting top. You moved his hands away.

Next, he came back around in front of you and had you remove his thong, unleashing a 9 inch hard cock. You just looked at it amazed. Pulling up your top in a quick move he pushed his massive member between your exposed tits. You were as red as a beetroot. He kept thrusting as you tried in vain to pull down your top. He stepped back and you managed to pull it down over your now hard nipples. He leant under the chair and pulled out a towel and wrapped it around his waist, moving back towards you, he opened the towel so that only you could see his cock and passed you a tin of squirty cream, which you squirted all over his hard cock, he pulled anadolu yakası escort your head into the towel and held it behind your head. After a few seconds I could tell that your head was moving and I wondered if you were actually sucking his cock or just pretending, I didn’t have to wait long to find out as the stripper let one side of the towel slip giving the whole audience a fantastic view of his hard cock disappearing into your mouth and down your throat!

All this time the other stripper was doing the same with the other girl.

After a little while of you sucking him he sat on your knee and grabbed your hand and made you wank his rock hard cock. You looked across at me a little concerned about where all this was going, I just gave you the thumbs up and blew you a kiss. You smiled back at me from the stage.

He took your hand and pulled you off the chair making you lay down on your back on the floor. I was certain that you had no idea it was going to turn out anything like this and nor did I.

The stripper sporting a raging hard on straddled you in a 69 fashion and pushed your legs far apart and pulled up her skirt – not that it needed much pulling up. A big smile appeared on the strippers face, and a few of the audience when they realised that you had no knickers on! Your pussy was on full view of everyone, and from where I sat it looked very wet, glistening in the stage lights. His cock wobbled from side to side just in front of your face and you reached one hand up and started to wank it again, flicking your tongue against the head.

By now the strippers head was between your legs moving around and around. His hands held your legs wide open mid-thigh as he seemed to suck and lick your pussy. Your eyes were closed and you weren’t moving but your mouth was slightly dudullu escort open. Your back was arching more and I knew there was a good chance you would come because I could hear you starting to moan from where I was sitting. He really was going down on you – not pretending at all! You started to tense up and you pulled your feet up to your bum as the stripper continued to suck and lick. His fingers toyed with your clit. You started to moan even louder before guiding his cock into your mouth with your hand and then sucking hard on his bell end and wanking him.

You sucked him deeper and deeper into your mouth until you could take no more and started to gag. Letting his cock slip out of your mouth you continued to wank his wet, slippery shaft, going faster and faster the closer you reached orgasm. Just as you came, so did he, sending spurt after spurt of his thick white cum onto your face and all around your mouth.

After a few seconds, the stripper pulled away and stood up. You looked a little embarrassed when you sat up and saw all the audience sat there clapping what you and the other girl had just done. As you stood up some of the strippers cum dripped off your chin and went straight down your cleavage, you looked at the other girl who was in a similar state to you and you both headed off the stage straight to the toilets.

You didn’t appear from the toilets for about 20 minutes. I was quite concerned, and was just about to ask someone to go in and check if you were alright when you came out the door all smiles and still looking a little embarrassed. You came over to me and apologised for taking so long, you said that his cum was everywhere and it took you ages to clean it all off. You asked if I was ok with what had happened, I just put your hand onto the front of my shorts so that you could feel my hard cock through them, that was all the answer you needed!

After another couple of drinks we left and headed back to our apartment. When we got back I grabbed a couple of beers from the fridge and we went out onto the balcony. As we sat down, we heard voices from the balcony next to us. We looked over and there was a young couple sat there with a couple of beers themselves just chatting away to each other.

TO BE CONTINUED…

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