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ENTRY 13

Well it has finally happened digital diary. All the sacrifices and all the events have had their final justification. Both things that Daniel and I have worked so hard for this year have come true. But since I am writing here you have to assume that at least one more thing needed to happen to close the deal. There was one more and it was huge.

First, my boyfriend Daniel was awarded the coveted internship he has worked so hard for. As a result, he will jump ahead of everyone else on his journey to success. He was working so hard to do everything he could to put himself in position to be awarded, but needed a little nudge to get him over the hump. In my last entry I described how I willingly gave my body to Dr. Stengel, the primary decision maker, for 24 hours to guarantee Daniel this internship. I did it for our future. ‘To our success’… I need to keep telling myself this. Daniel loves me and means to marry me. I even caught him looking at engagement rings the other day.

Goal number one accomplished.

The other thing I wanted out of this school year was to become head cheerleader. You know of the sacrifices I have made over the past several months to put myself in the position to get the job. I have written about them as a means of my justification.

Well it took one more final event, one more sacrifice. It was the most significant one of them all. But I got it! If you would have asked me anytime right up until 5 minutes before I did it, I would have denied that it was even a possibility. But when faced with the opportunity to grab what I desired so much, I could not say no. Let me tell you what happened.

We are passed the sports seasons, at least for cheerleaders. So the work the squad has been putting in has been minimal. It is mostly a once a week practice for the entire squad and a once a week meeting that I have been invited into by Tiffany, the current head cheerleader.

I really thought my opportunities for making my case for the promotion to head cheerleader were over for this year. But at the last meeting, they commented that there was one more event. The event was a very small social hosting the schools largest athletic donors. So small in fact, that it was to be held at the cheerleading coach’s house. Coach Jenkins asked Tiffany to line up 4 or 5 cheerleaders to attend.

After the meeting I asked Tiffany what they needed cheerleaders for. Her response was, “These guys want sexy ladies to serve them food, refill their drinks, laugh at their bad jokes and otherwise be eye candy.”

I told her I wanted in. She asked, “Are you sure? These guys are going to get very handsy and the more they drink the worse it gets.”

I told her that if there was a chance to do a favor for the coach that could push her to nominate me for head cheerleader than I wanted in.

She gave me specific instructions on where to be and when. She told me to wear our performance outfits because they are the most revealing. Lastly she said, “Make sure to shave and clean out your pussy and your ass. And wear your skimpiest thong under your skirt.”

I mean I guess there is a lot to be said about ‘preparing for anything’, but clean out my ass? I could not envision what could possibly happen that would require that. I mean that is taking ‘handsy’ to a whole new level.

So the day came. It was a Saturday afternoon. I arrived at the time Tiffany told me to, but as I pulled up I did not see her car. I knocked on the door and coach Jenkins answered. She pulled me inside and said, “Thank goodness you are here.”

I replied, “What coach? Where is Tiffany?”

“Tiffany has a huge sinus infection. I just left her house. She will not be here.”

“What about the other girls?”

“There were supposed to be two other girls, but they bailed. I can’t get a hold of them. There better be a damn good reason for them not answering my phone call. They better be in a hospital somewhere. At the very least they are going to get their ass chewed.”

“So did you call some of the other girls?”

“I called Mary but she told me that she broke her leg this morning. I called Tori but she is out of town. There are no other girls that would do well here tonight. This is a very important night for us.”

Coach looked distraught. I could see the panic in her eyes. I also saw an opportunity. “Coach, let me take care of tonight. I will represent us well. Just tell me what to do.”

She looked at me a replied, “Candace, I don’t know. This is not something that one girl should do on her own. It is too much to ask of one person. And you are so young.”

Just then the head football coach came into the room and asked, “Where the fuck are all the cheerleaders? The guys are going to be here in less than 30 minutes.”

Coach Jenkins replied, “Tiffany has a bad sinus infection, Mary broke her leg this morning, Tori is out of town, and Brook and Stephanie are AWOL. Candace is the only one available with the skill set we need tonight.”

“Ah escort bayan ataşehir shit. We can’t fuck this up Jenkins. Your girls did a shit job last year and their donation checks were less than thrilling if you remember. Our budget went into the toilet.”

He continued to mumble as he left the room in a huff. I asked, “What do I need to do coach?”

She looked at me again and took my arms in her hands. “We need to do everything we can to make these guys happy tonight. The happier they are the bigger their checks will be. Most of the athletics at the school, including the entire cheerleading budget, mostly comes from these guys. And most of it comes in the checks they will give us next week.”

I felt the magnitude of how important this evening was. Coach continued, “I am old. There is only so much I can do. You are the young, sexy girl they want the attention from. I wish there were more of you. There were supposed to be anyway. I am so sorry to have to ask you to do this.”

I saw the opportunity and reached out and seized it. “Just tell me about these guys and I will do the rest.”

“Candace, you need to do anything and everything you can to make these guys happy. The financial future of our program depends on it.”

Coach Jenkins gave me the background of the guys. In addition to our football coach, coach Dwyer, who is almost 6′ tall and in super good shape, there would be four other guys. Mike, is around 40, made his money as a stock investor. Jack is the youngest at 32, and is an ex athlete from the school. He made his money playing in the NFL and is recently retired. Brett is nearing 50 and is part owner of a large tire supply company. Earl is the oldest of the group at 55. He is a real estate developer.

Right about the time coach Jenkins finished giving me the rundown on the guys, they started showing up. I put on my smile and started welcoming them in. Over the next hour, coach worked with the caterer to finish the meal while I served drinks and appetizers. As I worked the room, their jokes started to get saucier and their attentions started to zero in on me a little more. Nearly all of the guys got touchy feely with me more than once. The most egregious was Jack pulling me onto his lap and rubbing my leg. I laughed it off as I barely escaped his grasp.

I came into the kitchen to refill drinks and I cornered coach Jenkins. “All of these guys are starting to get pretty touchy feely out there. Jack pulled me onto his lap.”

Coach looked at me with a worried look. She said, “It’s going to get worse darling. Stay strong and confident. You are doing amazing.”

I nodded and took a deep breath. I walked over to the drink counter and made me something strong. I downed it in one gulp. Coach then reminded me how important this event was and how it all seemed to hang on me. I took another drink.

Dinner was ready so coach wrangled them all to the table. I started serving the food. Each time I walked next to one of the guys, they would grope me or pinch me or feel me up somewhere. The alcohol started to kick in and I started talking to the guys a little more. Each time I went to the kitchen I sipped on something. My courage was rising by the minute.

By dessert, the guys had gotten more aggressive. Mike reached under my skirt and fondled my ass. If I hadn’t move so fast, he would have been inside my tiny thong. Earl grabbed my boobs and didn’t think anything of it. Jack pulled me onto his lap again and I felt his huge hard-on through his pants. The guys started cheering and goading the others to do more to me. I was able to escape.

I hurried into the kitchen and confronted coach Jenkins. “I can’t do this coach. They are starting to cross the line. My boyfriend would not appreciate this very much.”

Coach pleaded with me to continue. “You need to make these guys happy. They are worth a lot of money and we need some of that to come our way.”

“You want me to cheat on my boyfriend?”

“I need you to make these guys happy. Whatever it takes.”

I put my hand on my hip and looked annoyed. She continued, “Please Candace. I don’t have any other options. I cannot go through another year with no budget and coach Dwyer treating me like a loser. This year almost drove me into retirement.”

I did not respond and continued to look annoyed. I was pondering how far things might escalate with these guys and whether I was willing to accept it or not. Coach broke the uncomfortable silence. “What do you want?”

“What do you mean what do I want?”

“I deeply need you to give these guys whatever they want tonight. I want to know what I need to give you for you to say yes.”

I thought for a minute and then it hit me. “I want to become the next head cheerleader as soon as Tiffany graduates.”

“Listen. I know you have been recommended by Tiffany and ironically by coach Jacobs, but I don’t know. You would be the youngest head cheerleader in school escort bayan pendik history. You’ll only be a sophomore.”

“But I have been doing all the things required of me. I have done all of your events. You have seen me dance. You have been preparing me all along.”

“Well yes. I mean you have the talent and are in line for it some day. But I am not sure about doing it so soon.”

“You want this night to go well? You want me to cheat on my boyfriend and make these guys happy? Then I need something to justify it.”

Coach sat there in thought for a moment. Coach Dwyer came into the kitchen and said, “Candace we need you to refresh drinks. Hurry up in here.” He grabbed a bowel of chips and left the kitchen.

Coach Jenkins looked at me and said, “You need to do every single thing they ask for. There cannot be one unhappy donor. You got that?”

“And if they leave happy you promise me my promotion?”

“If you can do this Candace, you will deserve it.”

I walked over to the drink counter again and pounded two more heavy shots. I needed my courage on maximum. I stood there for a brief moment and adjusted my mindset. As I walked by coach I commented, “I’m doing this for our school, for our cheerleading program, and because I believe your word. I want that spot more than anything.”

Coach nodded and I walked out of the kitchen. Coach followed me out to attend to the cleanup. I walked over to Mike and sat on his lap and kissed him. This brought a bunch of hoots and hollers from the rest of the guys. I broke the kiss and apologized for the delay and asked him what he wanted to drink. He rubbed his hand on my leg and told me a rum and coke.

I walked over to Jack and sat on his lap and kissed him as well. He pulled me over to his cock and settled it between my ass cheeks. He reached between my legs and rubbed my pussy through the thin fabric of my thong. As I finally broke away he told me he wanted another beer.

I walked over to Brett and repeated the performance. As we kissed he massaged my tit through the material of my uniform and bra. Finally I broke the kiss off and he told me that he wanted a gin and tonic.

I sat on Earl’s lap and kissed him as well. When we broke the kiss he told me that he wanted a scotch. As I got up to leave his lap he smacked me on the butt.

I walked over to coach Dwyer and sat on his lap. He looked at me briefly and smiled. “I’m glad you turned the corner. I hope you are ready for what you are going to get.”

I told him I was and then he pulled me in and kissed me. He shoved his tongue deep in my mouth and reached between my legs and massaged my pussy; which was very wet by now.

I went back into the kitchen and took off my bra and my thong and put them next to my purse. Coach Jenkins came into the kitchen and commented, “That was very good Candace. I hope you know what you are doing.”

“I am making them happy coach. Just like you asked me to.”

Coach Jenkins left the kitchen and I worked on mixing the requested drinks. I heard the door to the kitchen open but did not turn around. Soon after I felt a pair of hands each from around me a grasp my big tits. He whispered in my ear, “Feels like you took your bra off. I appreciate that.”

I reached behind me and gripped his manhood as he continued to paw my breasts. I finally asked him, “What are you going to do with this big tool between your legs?”

“You’re going to drop to your knees and I am going to feed it to you.”

I broke away from his hold and turned around. I realized it was Mike. As I leaned in and kissed him, I started to undo his pants. I broke the kiss and told him, “The other guys are waiting on their drinks so you better hurry.”

I dropped to my knees and pulled his pants down. I lifted his shirt revealing an above average cock already pointing straight in the air. My mouth watered and my pussy tingled. I quickly lowered my mouth over his bulbous head and slid him in until he hit the back of my throat. I heard him moan his appreciation.

As much as I wanted to spend some time enjoying this nice cock, I knew I needed to be efficient. I had other people to attend to. With one hand I gripped the base of his manhood and stroked at the same pace as my mouth was going up and down. With the other hand, I gently massaged his balls. A soft, “Ahhh Fuck!’ escaped Mike’s mouth.

I felt him put his hands on the back of my head and start rocking his hips. I prepared myself as he started to fuck my mouth. I removed both of my hands and placed them on his thighs for balance as he pushed his cock into my throat. I tried to relax so I didn’t get hurt.

In and out he pushed his cock going deeper into my throat with each thrust. I was getting turned on by being manhandled like I was. I could feel my juices flowing down the insides of my legs. My throat finally relaxed and he shoved himself all the way in and held it there. My nose was mashed escort bayan ümraniye into his trimmed pubic hair. “Oh my god. Take that cock you dirty slut.”

My pussy gushed a little at his demeaning comment. He pulled his cock all the way out of my mouth and started jerking it. I told him, “You better cum in my mouth Mike. I have other guys to attend to.”

He shoved his cock back my mouth and started rocking his hips again. “Suck the cum out of me then. And you better swallow it you fucking slut.”

I could taste his pre-cum leaking out of his tip and a few moments later I felt his cock swell. He grunted and filled my mouth with his first spurt. It was mostly tasteless and I swallowed it down. That was quickly followed by several more. He kept grunting each time his cock pulsed and filled my mouth. Over and over I sent his slimy jizz down my throat.

Finally his orgasm was done. I swallowed his last little bits and cleaned his cock up nicely. As I stood up, I pulled his pants up and handed them to him. He smiled and looked at me and said, “You are a talented little cocksucker. We are going to have fun with you tonight.”

Mike buttoned up his pants and left the kitchen. Coach Jenkins came back in and asked me if I was okay. I nodded to her and finished making drinks. There was one drink for each of the guys and another for me.

As I walked around the table delivering drinks, each of the guys felt me up again. Mike announced to everyone that I had taken my bra off. This caused a bunch of whistles from the group. Jack was the first to realize that I had taken my thong off. He pulled me onto his lap and reached between my legs again. This time when I gave him access he rubbed up against my bare pussy. “Oh shit guys. She is bare as the winter’s snow down here and so deliciously wet.”

I was able to escape Jack but Brett and coach Dwyer got quite the feel. I headed back to the kitchen to bring in some dishes. As expected it was only a couple minutes before the kitchen door opened again. This time it was Earl walking in. I asked him, “Are you interested in a blowjob too?”

He smiled. “I would like one, but not this minute. I was hoping I could taste your wet pussy before the rest of these guys soil it.”

“You want to go down on me?” I asked.

“Yes. I have not tasted teenage pussy in many years. Do you mind?”

“Uh no.”

He walked me over to the breakfast table and moved the centerpiece. I lied down on my back and spread my legs for him. I felt the juices run down my ass cheeks in anticipation. He knelt down and licked my pussy in one long stroke from bottom to top. I looked down and saw him licking his lips with a delighted look on his face. “Mmmm Mmmm, that is good.”

Then he went to work. He licked and sucked and nibbled on all the tiny areas of my pussy causing my loins to stir and moans to escape my mouth. He started fucking me with thick tongue, which sent me to another place. With my horniness level topped out I was ready for an orgasm.

Earl soon worked his way up to my clit flicking it several times with his tongue. I jerked and let out the breath I was holding. He slid two fingers deep into my dripping twat and pulled my clit into his mouth. I only lasted another minute before I flooded his mouth with my orgasm. He lapped my juices up and cleaned my bald kitty before standing up.

He smiled down on me and said, “Thank you beautiful.”

I asked him if he wanted me to return the favor. “That would be mighty nice of you darling.”

I dropped to my knees and pulled out his manhood. It was long and skinny just like he was. My mouth and throat were already warmed up from Mike, so I deepthroated him immediately. He groaned and enjoyed me servicing him. Up and down I went on his lengthy unit making sure to do my magic trick with my tongue.

A few minutes later he let me know he was going to cum. I took him in my mouth. There was not much volume, but the flavor was sweeter than expected. I let it linger for a moment before I swallowed it down. I cleaned up his cock and let him go.

Earl got dressed and thanked me again. As he walked out of the room, Brett walked in. “Looks like it is my turn.”

“Would you like a blowjob too?”

“That’s a good place to start.”

I dropped to my knees ready to give my third blowjob in the last 20 minutes. He unbuckled his pants and I pulled them to the floor. He moved his shirt out of the way and I leaned forward and took his limp cock into my mouth. He moaned at the warmth as his manhood grew in my mouth. I sucked and tugged until he was completely hard.

I deepthroated his average cock easily and massaged the underbelly of his manhood with my tongue on the way up each round. After a few minutes of that he grabbed my hair and pulled me off of his cock. “You are a talented cocksucker. But I am ready for that sweet pussy of yours. Stand up.”

He pulled me up by my hair at first and then by my arm. “Excuse me?”

“Turn around slut and bend over. I want to plow your pussy from behind.”

“I don’t think so. I’ll suck your cock and you can cum in my mouth, but I am not going to fuck you.”

“Do you know how much money your coaches are asking me to donate? Three hundred thousand dollars. So listen here slut. You’re going to bend over and give me that pussy or I am walking out of here with my checkbook in hand.”

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I’m an average girl. Nothing perfect, nothing really impressive about me. The only fun thing about me is that I’m secretly into such naughty things when it came to the bedroom. I liked it that way. I have always been a private girl, enjoying the fact no one will ever know who I truly am.

It was a cool night so I decided to go to the country bar with some friends. I threw on a short dress and some boots. I had my hair perfectly curled and my makeup was as good as I could get it. We head out the door and into the car.

We eventually get to the bar, I grab a drink and hit the dance floor. As soon as the first drink was gone I was on the next. I noticed a guy starring me down and I sort of got a chill. He was tall, tan skin, he had cowboy boots on, a smile to kill, and a plaid button down shirt.

I smiled, blew a kiss, and continued dancing. I started twirling just a little more knowing my dress would lift up and he could get a good glance of my ass. A few minutes later he was right next to me. He grabbed my hips and pulled me towards him. He took his firm hand and grabbed my ass. The thoughts in my head became dirty.

“I don’t think you’ve been to my kinda rodeo hunny” I grinned and turned away, hoping he would stop me.

Before I could walk one step I got a nice slap on the butt as he chuckled “Let’s see sweet pea”.

He grabbed my hand as he guided me out the bar. He picked me up and carried me to his truck, when we finally sarıyer escort got there he leaned me up against it. He kissed me gently grabbing the back of my neck.

His hands trickled down my waist lifting my dress finally reaching my vagina. I looked around and noticed people watching, the intensity increased. As his tongue devoured my mouth his fingers slipped into my vagina fiercely and relentlessly.

As my body began to cave with all the emotion I moaned and screamed louder. “Fuck me, hard”.

Hitting the back of the truck tongues still attached he opened the tailgate. My hands slipped down unbuttoning his pants. An electric shock went down his spine as I grabbed ahold of his junk.

As he positioned me, he lead me exactly where he wanted making his intensity increased. I jumped in the back of his truck giving him a tease show.

I striped down into my bra and panties as he let his pants fall to the floor. I watched, taunting him, opening my legs, biting my lip, and crawling towards him like a hungry lion ready to pounce. Luke kissed me softly laying me back and spreading my legs getting me ready.

He grabbed his belt, but I snatched it from his hands insisting on being in charge. Luke liked this. He had never been with a woman so powerful and demanding. This made his knees weak as I tied his hands together. I tied them above his head, attaching them to the truck.

I halkalı escort whispered in his ear “You’ve been naughty cowboy”. Luke moaned.

I giggled and started kissing his neck and ears. I made my way down his stomach right to his penis. As I smiled and teased him I could feel him wanting me to put his cock in my mouth. I took a little lick and started sucking. I put that cock straight back feeling every inch of it.

His body trembled. He guided my head just to where he knew it would make him cum. Just before he could I edged my vagina up to his face.

“Eat me you thirsty bastard” I commanded.

His tongue invaded me. I couldn’t control myself, I moaned. My hips started rocking.

I could hear Luke “Mm” “Mmmmm”.

I untied his hands allowing them to touch my body. I flipped down to his cock and shoved it into me.

Luke flipped me over quite aggressively, grabbed my hair and said “Sometimes the man needs to take charge”.

As he pounded me I was uncontrollable. As I orgasmed I screamed “Uhhhhh, Fuck me, Fuck me harder, Fuck my pussy”. He knew exactly what to do. As he finished, his cum flew all over my butt.

Two of his friends came out to the truck to see what was going on.

“We want to join in on the fun” one of them shouted. I tilted my head signaling that would be ok.

Luke sat back and watched as the three sum went down. escort bakırköy As one of the boys plowed my pussy the other had his cock in my mouth. I moaned as one of the boys bent me over the side of the truck my face towards the ground.

His dick was so big, it felt like it had reached my stomach. I started to see stars. I looked over and saw the other boy jacking off watching only the two of us now. Was this really happening, I thought to myself. I had never experienced such an adrenaline of pure ecstasy. My mind was going crazy.

The boy fucking me eventually shot his cum on my vagina and stomach. I took my finger wiped a little and stuck it in my mouth.

Before I could get up the next boy jumped on me “You’re not getting away just yet cowgirl”.

He put me in a position that I never knew could make me feel the way I did. He got on his knees and put one of my legs under him and the other along his side. I was on my back, but twisted and he began to ride the fuck out of me.

His hits came harder and harder. His dick was smaller than the others, but felt just as good if not the best. Deep inside me he went. My whole body collapsed. Nothing had ever felt that intense, nothing so powerful, so heated, so fucking good. I did not want it to stop.

The faster and harder he went the more I screamed. He finished and I was sore. The only kinda sore that I could say felt good. I got up, put my clothes back on and gave Luke a soft kiss.

“I hope to see y’all around here again” I teased walking back towards the bar.

With each walk I could feel my vagina aching from all the dicks that had just been in me. I loved every minute of it. The best part was I knew that someday I’d see them again and we could do this whole thing again and it be even better.

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Shayna was completely naked, and she scrambled to pull the blanket up to cover her chubby little body. Sadly, this was the first ever attempt at modesty I had ever seen from her. I may have made her mine on Friday night, but that was alone. Her friends were now going to see me demonstrate that Shayna is an example of how not to be. I was frank with her, but not yet showing how badly she was about to be humiliated.

“It’s my own fault. I trusted you and thought you had grown up a little after Friday night. You’re lucky I don’t give up on things. You’re unlucky you live under my roof.”

Shayna remained quiet. Even after I buttfucked her on Friday night, she was still able to speak. She kept choking on her words, and after a few attempts just stopped trying. Her façade may have been broken on Friday night. But as long as she could maintain the illusion of control and power in front of the other girls, she would keep pushing my boundaries. In fact, I think she might have wanted to be caught. She just was too stupid to realize what that meant.

As the girls re-entered the room, they had the same trouble articulating anything that Shayna experienced. But unlike Shayna, they seemed to grasp the situation and recognize that Shayna needed to shape up. It wasn’t like I was making up arbitrary rules on the fly. I told them yesterday what I expected, and I laid out what their responsibilities and obligations would be. They were wising up pretty quickly. The same could not be said for their amoral little friend.

I told the girls to sit on the bed, and they quietly obeyed. There would be no questions, and the looks on their faces suggested that they may have agreed with the way I was about to take action. I grabbed a small chair from the room and told Shayna to come over to me as I placed my foot up on top of it.

Shayna looked completely shell-shocked while at the same time frantically thinking about what she could do. She went to the dresser as if to get some clothes to cover herself and protect her from the humiliation. Not today.

“No. You come here right now young lady. She stopped in her tracks and gingerly marched towards me. When she got in front of me, her posture shrank and she wouldn’t make eye contact with me. I let the uneasiness and dread fill the room before I gently guided my hand under her chin to lift her head so she was face to face with me. There was genuine fear in her eyes, maybe even more so than when she realized I was going to bugger her. I let the theatricality build before I quickly hoisted her up and onto my knee.

When her belly landed on my leg it knocked the wind out of her slightly. I let her catch her breath before I began her session. I was going to demonstrate my power over her with both words and actions.

“Shayna, can you tell your friends why you are over my knee?” I needed to break her down in front of the people that fueled her, and mind games were my only way to do that effectively. She fumbled her words and stuttered through her response.

“Um uhhh I’ve been a bad girl Mr. Braxton.” I started rubbing her large rump before continuing. She flinched and began to shiver a little.

“What have you done that makes you a bad girl?” She quickly answered.

“I skipped church sir.” She wanted this to be over and she thought leaving details out what help her cause.

“What else?” I knew how to dish it right back.

“Please don’t make me say it sir…” This was big. I found out how I could shame this girl and spark some reform. Maybe then Shayna would start to grow.

“… um I uhhhh, was pleasuring myself sir.” She began to sniff and choke up, and I could feel her heart rate increase. The water works were about to follow.

I decided to use the same technique I used on Jasmine. That is, when I landed a blow, I would roughly squeeze the cheek I struck. That would really drive the point home. I glanced up to see how the girls were reacting. They looked stressed, but not horrified. I don’t think they had ever seen Shayna in such a submissive and compromising position.

Before I began, I decided to study Shayna’s behind. She had that large, round butt like Jasmine. Her cheeks were the lightest shade of pink, the last remaining physical reminder of her punishment from Friday. Her bruises had healed enough to make her tan lines much more noticeable. She had the same jiggle when it brushed with anything, and it was meaty but less tight than Jasmine’s. And unlike my stepdaughter, she didn’t even pretend to keep herself in any kind of shape. She was more thickly built, but she had the tiniest bits of cellulite manifesting on the back of her thighs. I used my thumb and index finger to slightly spread her cheeks to get a look at her rectum. She hiccupped and I could tell she was mortified. As she dangled over my knee, she began to shiver from the open window. It was November after all.

I got to work. As I pounded her ass, she did an admirable job keeping quiet, gümüşhane escort but I could feel and hear her weeping quietly. As I approached 40 swats, I started see to see my hand imprinted on both of her cheeks. I was striking the same exact spots, so I continued because I wanted her to be reminded of who owned her ass in this house.

I passed 60 and that’s when she finally started squealing. Tiny, cute little shrieks that were clearly not what she wanted to let out. I got to 90, and she broke down sobbing. I patted her rump and told her that she was almost done with her first portion of her punishment. She started kicking and panicking but I shushed her and tightened her up so she was calmer. As I continued that process, I looked up to see how the other four were seeing it. They were HOT. AND. BOTHERED. I could tell that they were trying their hardest to not show any emotion, but they were not fooling anyone.

“Jasmine, can you bring me the paddle?” Jasmine quickly retrieved the wooden board and Shayna was resigned to her fate. At this point how much worse could it get for her? I then gave her a few taps so she could get an idea of what she was dealing with. I couldn’t tell if she was flinching or hiccupping, but it wasn’t really important.

Shayna continued to scream as I made the last 10 smacks. Once I finished, she almost fell off my leg. I repositioned her as she blubbered and sobbed. I stuck my hand between her legs and spread her legs a little, to which she slightly resisted ineffectively. I then purposely brushed her labia, and she trembled in shame. I heard her whisper, “please no, please no.” I’m not sure if she was talking to herself or to me, but it proved my hypothesis true.

On a primal level, I knew Shayna wanted this feeling, this submission to my authority. She already had her fluids dripping down her legs and onto my knee. She was the most promiscuous of the girls and her bodily response to her last punishment proved she was easy to turn on. But if there was anything that superceded her sexual appetite, it was her self-image and desire to always have control or the upper hand. There was no more obvious example of her complete and udder loss of those things then being manually stimulated by her friend’s stepfather (I may as well have been her de facto stepfather by this point too) while the people she spent the most time with watched.

If this was the way that Shayna was going to fall in line, so be it. Manipulating the manipulator using their own habits against them was extremely effective in my past experiences. So I knew what I was going to do, but first I was going to address the audience. Robin and Leah were watching intently, almost as if they couldn’t believe it but still wanted to see it. Jasmine was fidgeting all over the place trying to avoid eye contact with anyone in the room. And even Heidi had a look of curiosity that came from the understanding that her friend had to pay the price for her actions.

“Ladies, I know how uncomfortable this is for all of you. I know how wrong you must think this all is. Maybe you’re right to think that. But I have done things to bail you out of trouble too many times, and I have a simple set of demands for living under this roof when I’m paying the bills and taking responsibility for your actions. Shayna still doesn’t respect that. If she did she would have made sure to get up for church, and she never would have gone into my room and taken something out of there. I really thought she had grown up a little after Friday night, but it’s obvious that isn’t the case. So I’m going to do what I think is most effective to control the behavior of one of my dependents.”

As I gave my little speech, Shayna continued to quietly sob while over my knee. I think she had an idea of what was going to happen, but she was too afraid to even try anything funny in fear of making it worse. So I continued, addressing her directly.

“Shayna, I laid out simple rules for what I expected from you if you were going to live here. These rules are not hard to follow, you knew exactly what they were, and you understood that if you didn’t want to follow them you could leave without consequence. You decided to stay, and you decided to break my rules even after I rewarded you with an invitation to my office party. You took something that belonged to my wife from my room and pleasured yourself with it after skipping church when I told you yesterday it was mandatory in this house. You’ve brought this on yourself and I hope after this you’ll start to follow the rules.”

In between sniffs and sobs she managed a meek “forgive me sir”. I told her that I would forgive her when I saw a real change in her behavior, and with that I slowly began to tickle her clit. As she began to moan quietly, I plunged my middle finger into her vagina. She started to kick like she was swimming, and then she gasped for air like she was drowning. hatay escort She was trying her hardest to stop her body from responding or revealing it to her friends, so to drive the point home I whispered to her, “if you cum so help me…”. I didn’t actually have a consequence to that, but taking her power was what these girls needed to see.

I looked up to see what they were doing before I got back to work. They looked like they had that same struggle Shayna was having, that their bodies were responding to a position their mind would find terrifying and humiliating. I think it was safe to say that sexuality was predominant aspect of these girls’ perceptions, values, desires and fears. The fact that they haven’t gone to school with the opposite sex for years I’m sure fostered that curiosity. Regardless, they seemed very aware of what was happening and even if they didn’t understand it, they respected that in my house you follow my (completely reasonable) set of rules.

I began to stroke her pussy lips with my index finger while I massaged her clit with my middle. She thrashed and convulsed in both pleasure and pain, and she was lucky I was able to get a firm grip on her love handles because if she could’ve seriously hurt herself if she had fallen to the floor. She moaned and she gasped and she cried all at the same time, and I after about 3 minutes I could tell she was getting close to climaxing. But she was so terrified of defying my orders that she finally started to crack.

“AH! AH! AH! AH! AH! SIR! SIR! P-PLEASE MAY I CUM SIR?! PLEASE! I NEED TO! I CAN’T!” There was no way this was an act. She had been stripped down, both figuratively and literally, and her whole aura of invincibility and defiance had been destroyed. I knew it was only a matter of time before she super soaked the room, but I wanted to squeeze every last ounce of stress and panic out of Shayna.

“Don’t you dare!” I continued to feverishly manipulate her sex. I wasn’t particularly worried that this was ever going to be an issue with any of the other four girls, but if there was even a small chance of that happening I was willing to bet it was gone now. As she got closer to bursting, the desperation was more than apparent.

“PLEASE SIR PLEASE, UHHHH UHHHHH, PLEASE LET ME CUM! I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY! JUST MAKE IT STOP! JUST LET ME FINISH! AH AH AHHHHHH!” Like a pot of tea, she screamed at the top of her lungs as the pressure became too great. I used my thumb to press down on her asshole, but I knew I wouldn’t need to penetrate it.

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE AHHHHHH!!” She combined moaning, wailing, begging and shrieking all into one powerful noise that I had never heard before. She sprayed hot thick cum all over my hand. I could tell that the other girls didn’t know about this little feature Shayna possessed, and were about 90% mortified and probably 10% hot and bothered. As Shayna furiously tried to catch her breath, I readjusted her one final time over my knee so she could breathe easier. No easy task given how much work Shayna needed getting fit. But once she was finally as composed as she could make herself, her crying had reached truly embarrassing levels. Her face was puffy, she was in pain, her own libido had been used against her, and a part of her was elated at the feeling she had just experienced.

As she tried to get out an apology, I addressed the room. “I can give you whatever you ask of me if you work hard on yourselves and improve. Respect is earned, but you’ll have mine if you do your part around here. Shayna’s behavior is unacceptable, but I’m hoping now that she’s learned how to act like a lady and respect the man who has given her a home.” I gently patted Shayna’s hand imprinted bottom and she grimaced and squeaked. I asked the other girls to leave the room. They obediently shuffled out as Jasmine told them that they were going downstairs to watch TV. As I observed the looks on their faces, I noticed some perplexed faces that also had a real level of understanding. It was totally oxymoronic, but it’s just what I saw. Jasmine was last and we exchanged another look of semi-telepathy. She knew how to manage her group, and she was learning how to be a leader. She shot me the smallest smirk. Maybe Shayna was that friend that you love but who you also can’t stand a lot of the time. It was certainly a reasonable theory.

As she shut the door behind her, I laid down the law.

“If anything like this ever happens again, I’m not going to punish you. I’m not going to humiliate. I’m not going to CARE about you. I’m going to kick you out. You may have a huge house, but you and I know both know you don’t think that’s your home. You drive me nuts. You’re disrespectful, dishonest, and destructive. But you need me, they want you here, and I know kicking you out is not the right thing to do for you. But I’m done. I bought your load of shit Friday night. It’s over. So you have to decide right now ısparta escort if you think you are ever going to do this again. If you think you can’t respect me, I’ll drive you home and make sure someone is there to stay with you. I know you’re going to screw up again, but if you stay I’m going to MAKE you improve. This is your last chance. Your clever and confident and you can be successful at whatever you want if you set your mind to it. But you have to grow up right now. So what’s it going to be?”

As Shayna continued to breathe heavily, she thought of what to say. She looked as far over her shoulder as she could and decided.

“P-Please don’t kick me out Mr. Braxton. I’ll listen. I’ll obey you now.”

I had heard this before. “Why should I believe you?”

I’m not sure she had an adequate rebuttal, and she continued to lightly sob. Like I said, I could be a pushover. I think that something has changed. If this didn’t motivate her to adjust, nothing would. I’d give her one more chance and cut bait if it came to it. Many people would condemn my actions but I had done more than enough for this girl and stuck my neck out with no gratitude. I gave the ultimatum to the naked girl suspended over my knee.

“When we walk out of this room, you obey every word I say. You will make more mistakes, and I guarantee you will be in this exact same position again. It’s going to take time before you meet my expectations. If you had just missed church, I would not have fingered you into submission and humiliated you like that. But it’s time to grow up. You will get dressed, we will go downstairs, and we will start your next chapter. Every day after school you will complete your chores exactly as I want them. You will let me know how you’re doing in school, we will chart out a plan for your future, and we will instill in you proper values. And you’ll have a home.”

Shayna had finally stopped crying and answered honestly.

“Really?”

“Really.”

She spoke up with a balance of her confidence and some newly found conscientiousness. “I want a home Mr. Braxton. I’ll do whatever it takes.” I responded with one more playful pat on the ass before I lifted her off my knee and back on to the ground.

“Thank you sir. Just never do that to me again.” She chuckled during her proclamation, but I needed to learn from my own mistakes. I bought this last time. So I kept my steely resolve as I stared down at her. She took the hint and adjusted her stance.

“What I mean is I’ll behave now sir.” Now that was more like it. I tossed her one of her bags and told her dinner was in an hour. The old Shayna probably would have told me what she wanted, at least downstairs in front of her friends. But her body language and expression was at least convincing enough. We’ll see if her demeanor matches up downstairs with the way it is now. But there was still one matter to settle.

“Before I forget, you aren’t going to school tomorrow.”

Shayna was shocked. “May I ask why sir?”

I explained what was going to happen. “Your lit professor has been abusing Heidi for almost a year. She’s extremely scared and I had to basically pry this out of her. I’m going to the police tomorrow, and then I’m going to the school. Jasmine, Robin and Leah are going to go to the school as to not tip him off. You are going to recover from your spanking tonight, and you are going to stick with Heidi tomorrow like white on rice. She needs help and to know that her support system can overcome this evil man. Do you think you can do exactly what I’m asking?”

Shayna seemed to have to fight her urge to say the first thing that came into her head. She worked hard to get her next thought out.

“I’ll do whatever you ask of me. I want to help. He smacks my ass in the hall sometimes. I guess I need to work on self-discipline because I always laugh when he does it. I know I can be a little slutty. I’ll work on it for you sir. But if I had known what he was doing I would have told the police myself.”

As unserious as Shayna could be with just about everything, she could take herself very seriously at times, so to hear any level of self-deprecation and introspection was welcome. I then remembered what Jasmine had told me about the locked room in the professor’s house.

“Have you seen anything odd at Heidi’s? Because Jasmine said we’d need tangible evidence to get him and she said there was a creepy room that was always locked.”

“Now that you mention it, I know what she’s talking about. I don’t know what’s in it though. Before we go tomorrow to the police let me try and get Heidi to tell me. It might sound hard to believe but she trusts me.”

I halfheartedly laughed and told her to just tread lightly. During our talk she had changed into a hoodie and pajama pants. She winced at the pain of brushing anything against big round bottom. She did something I didn’t want to see, but I gave her a pass given the circumstances and under the condition she was helpful to me tomorrow.

“You forgot panties young lady.” She got that ‘deer in the headlights’ look and rifled through her bag looking for something that would pass for underwear. I laughed and told her to relax. She must’ve thought it was a trick because she kept searching frantically.

“You get a pass tonight Shayna.”

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– 1 –

“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.

– 3 –

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.

– 4 –

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 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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Tara woke up early. Remembering what had happened the day before, she smiled. Ambrose was such a mysterious and seductive man! She was going to have so much fun with him, exploring the BDSM lifestyle for a week. Strangely, she did not feel scared about what he would do to her. Having introduced the “color code” reassured her, and she instinctively trusted him.

She got up, took a shower and put on a short skirt and blouse. Looking at herself in the mirror, she decided that she would be as beautiful and sexy as possible for her Master. She pulled out thigh-high black stockings from her dresser, the ones she would wear when going out on a romantic date. Just the act of putting them on was erotic, especially considering that she was not wearing any underwear.

Before leaving her flat, she worried that her hard nipples – symbol of her excitement and arousal – could be seen by everyone who would look at her. Her blouse was made of fine material, which was almost transparent on her body. However, she could not change anymore or she would be late. “Oh well”, she thought. Why would it matter anyway?

In the metro, she understood quickly that it did matter. She was painfully aware of her breasts almost bursting out of her blouse, her nipples harder than ever, and her vagina already wet. Tara felt incredibly desirable, and it was turning her on. She caught the looks of several men and women, and she knew that she was attractive. She arrived in the office at 6.50 am, proud to be on time and extremely horny.

Ambrose was already at his desk. “Is he sleeping here or what?” she wondered. When he saw her, he looked at his watch, smiled and signaled her to come in his office.

“You’re early, that’s really good,” he said. “Stand up straight, I want to examine you.”

“Yes, Master”, she answered proudly.

He stood up, approached her and opened her blouse. Looking at her breasts, then at her thighs, he felt more aroused than ever. He had spent the entire night dreaming of her. She was the perfect submissive; without any knowledge of BDSM, she was constantly wet, she respected all of his rules, she called him “Master” easily. Placing his hands over her pussy, he noticed how warm and damp she already was. At seven in the morning!

“So, did you have a good night of sleep? Was it hard not to touch yourself, little whore?” He smiled. Just the word “whore” had made her blush, she was so innocent and sweet!

“Well, Master, I have to admit something…” She hesitated, looking uncomfortable. “Last night, before falling asleep, I was thinking about the day and it got me bahçelievler escort terribly horny and…” Her face was completely red now. “Well, I touched myself a little.”

He was shocked, and pretended to be angry. However, he smiled internally. He was turning her on so much that she could not stop herself from masturbating at night!

“Well, as you can tell I am very mad that you did not respect my rules”, he said calmly. “I planned on giving you a reward for being early and wearing such a nice sexy outfit. Instead, you will get punished. Remove your skirt and bend over this table, over there.” He was indicating a table that was against the wall, next to his own desk.

She did as she was told, and wondered what was coming. Leaning against the table, her ass standing straight in the air, she could only see the wall in front of her, and not what was happening in the room behind.

Ambrose took his time. He was enjoying the view; in this position, he was able to fully see her beautiful ass and wet vagina. By now, he wanted to fuck her badly – however, he could not give her the satisfaction. Instead, he removed his watch, pulled up his sleeve, and started spanking her.

Each blow, she moaned a little harder and her ass got a little redder. She was completely shocked – she had never been spanked before! She quickly discovered that she loved it. The act was a mix of pain and pleasure on a whole new level, and she enjoyed feeling naughty, being spanked by her boss in the office.

After a few minutes, he stopped. “Red?” he asked, slightly worried.

“Not even “yellow”, Master”, she said, panting and smiling. “It’s a new experience for me, but it feels good, very… wicked.”

“That’s the word!” he smiled. “But don’t you believe that your punishment is over. That would be too soft, especially considering how much you enjoyed it.” He picked up a soft pillow from his office sofa, and brought it to her. “Now, I want you to keep bending over the table, you can use this pillow to be more comfortable, but stay in that position with your beautiful ass and pussy on show. Don’t disturb me, I have work to do.”

And, just like that, he left her there and sat down at his desk. She was confused – how long was he going to make her wait? After the spanking, her ass was feeling a bit sore. Her vagina was soaking wet, and got more drenched each time she would think about the embarrassment if anyone entered the office and saw her like that. After a while, she felt some of her juice rolling down her thighs. bağcılar escort She could not believe it! She was so horny and wet, it felt almost like she was peeing herself.

After an hour, Ambrose stood up and approached her. He gently caressed her sore ass, making her moan a little.

“Look at yourself. Do you know what you are?” he asked.

“I am a bad, horny girl, Master”, she answered.

He smiled. “Yes, you are indeed. Now, I am about to have a meeting with an old friend of mine. The meeting is happening here, in this office. I would like you to stay in this exact position for the entire meeting. If you’d rather not face the humiliation, you can tell me now, say “red” and you’ll be allowed to go hide in your office.”

“No, Master, I want it. I deserve the punishment.” Tara appreciated him asking for consent. She was so aroused, just with the idea of having a complete stranger see her in this position, her ass a bright shade of red after a good spanking.

“Good girl”, he said. “You will be rewarded afterwards.”

Two knocks on the door interrupted them. Tara jumped, looked at Ambrose and regained her position, bending over the table. She could not see anything that was happening, but heard her Master welcoming a woman inside the office.

The woman sounded confident, her voice had a fearless and seductive undertone that made Tara’s vulva twitch. Making small talk with Ambrose, the woman approached her and started massaging her back.

“Hello, little pet”, she said softly. “My name is Celeste. I have known your Master for a while now, so I hope that you will treat him well this week, and obey him better.”

Tara looked at her, and answered. “It’s very nice to meet you, Mistress. It’s an honor to please my Master this week.”

Celeste’s hands were now circling around her ass, making Tara moan excitedly. Then, without warning, the woman put two fingers inside her vagina. For a few seconds, she made a slow gesture, coming in and out. Tara felt like she was about to come. Unfortunately, Celeste took her fingers out.

“Damn, Ambrose!” she whistled. “You found a good one! Look how horny she is. Now, little pet, you better clean my fingers.”

Celeste carried on talking with Ambrose, while Tara was licking her fingers, removing her own secretions from that woman’s hands. Then, they sat down on the sofa, speaking passionately about old friends, gossips and work affairs, while Tara remained on the table, desperate to come.

After what felt like eternity, Celeste stood ümraniye escort up, telling Ambrose that she had to go. She kissed him, then approached Tara and kissed her, too. She started by kissing her forehead, then her nose, and finally she landed on her mouth. Tara answered that kiss with passion. She felt good around that woman – she was kind, confident and beautiful.

Celeste left, leaving Ambrose and Tara alone. Coming closer to her, he kissed her on the mouth too.

“Ready for your reward?” he asked, gently biting her lip.

“Yes, Master”, she said, trembling entirely. She was so uncomfortable and her body was exhausted from the constant arousal. She severely needed to come.

“Stay like this, I love looking at your red ass.” He unzipped his pants, took his hard penis out, and entered her. She was so wet that it was an easy passage. He started fucking her at a faster pace immediately.

Tara was delighted. Not once in her life had she wanted to be fucked as much as today. She had been sexually aroused and frustrated all morning, as a result of her punishment. Now, she could finally feel his beautiful cock inside of her.

While pounding her against the table, Ambrose continued to spank her, at a slower pace. Each time, she felt like she was about to come loudly. However, she had learned her lesson – she knew that she should ask him first.

“Please, Master” she moaned. “May I come?”

Ambrose smiled. She was so hot right now, bent over his table, begging to come.

“Yes, come for me my little whore. You deserve it!”

Her climax took her by surprise. Tara’s body convulsed, bringing her to another place. She had never experienced such a powerful orgasm. At the same time, she felt Ambrose’s cum fill up her pussy. It was so much that when he came out, some cum dropped out of her vagina onto her thighs and stockings.

“Your post-orgasm face suits you well,” he said lovingly. “Take your time, enjoy it.”

Tara sat down, her vagina sore, semen dropping slowly onto her thighs. She could not believe her luck. What an amazing fuck she just had! This was simply incredible.

Ambrose looked at her. “You can go to work now, little whore. I’ll allow you to put your skirt back on, however you cannot clean yourself until tonight. I want everyone to see how much you’re enjoying being fucked, with cum on your stockings.”

“Yes, Master.” She could not believe how much this humiliation and submission was turning her on. She put on her skirt, then walked towards her desk.

Before she closed the glass door that separated their offices, Ambrose said: “I expect you to be back there at 6pm before you go home. I have planned a little homework assignment for you…”

His smile made her very excited. She closed the door, knowing that she would not be able to work all day, spending her time hiding her arousal, hiding her cum stains, and wondering what her Master was planning for her…

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She managed to stay away from him for nine months. She purposely put that distance there. She wanted to make sure that if he wanted his wife and his life that he had every opportunity to make that decision and she wouldn’t be in his way. The loneliness she felt at times was unbearable. She would close her eyes and remember all the times they had together, the laughter, the love she knows they shared. It all makes her very sad in so many ways. Sometimes she feels she wasted so much time but then others she knows she has experienced love she most likely won’t ever again. She longs for him and the connection they shared.

She has dated other men. Most were one date and then it was done. A couple stretched out to two dates or three and were never intimate. One man she calls The Counselor, she has dated for several months. He is a nice man. He is older, a runner, a lawyer, hot, smart and she had a lot in common with him. They always have a great time on their dates. Museums, concerts, ballet, movies, picnics, he is always creative and it seemed he always knew what she liked.

After several dates, he reached out and grabbed her hand to hold it while they were walking. It felt weird but it wasn’t bad and it was nice so she let him. One day as he was dropping her off after they had a date he leaned in and kissed her on the cheek. She blushed furiously and he pulled her in and hugged her close to his chest. He smelled manly, sandalwood with hints of citrus she thinks. When he hugged her, she would bury her face in his neck and close her eyes and breathe him in. He would hold her tighter against him and kiss her cheek running his hands through her hair. The problem was that she was remembering her captain and how his touch felt so soothing and comforting. She knew this was wrong and wasn’t fair to the counselor but she couldn’t help herself. Maybe in time she could grow to love this man.

They had a date the very next evening, he held her hand and everything is going great. They are having a great time and at the end of the evening he walks her to her door then pulls her in for a hug and kiss on the cheek. Just as he goes to kiss her on the cheek she stops him with her hand on his cheek. She looks deep in his eyes because she wants to know he wants this too. He pulls her tighter against him and his hand moves up and tangles in her hair and his other hand moves down over her ass pulling her tight against him. He pulls her head back to look in her eyes and brushes his lips lightly over hers almost as if he’s asking permission. Her nails dig into the flesh on his back and a growl rumbles from his chest. Hot breaths of air pass between them as they stand there waiting for permission from each other.

“Kiss me,” she whispers against his lips and he consumes her immediately. His kiss is firm and demanding and her toes literally curl from all the sensations he brings up for her. She returns his kiss with just as much passion. His other hand moves over her ass and pulls her against his growing hard-on. She goes to reach down and run her hand over his pants and he grabs her hand and pins it behind her back. Spinning her to face her door, he pins both hands over her head and grinds against her ass. She has worn a shorter sun dress this evening on their date and it rides up revealing tempting flesh.

He leans in close to her ear and whispers, “I don’t want to go further than what you want to go and scare you away but I want you to know that I want you so much,” he whispers in a gruff voice in her ear causing goose bumps to erupt on her skin. She begins to think that maybe this man could be the one to take the captain off her mind for good.

“I want you too. I want to feel your skin against mine,” she tells him with passion and need lacing her voice.

Taking the keys from her hand, he unlocks the door and guides her inside, closes and locks the door again. “Bedroom?” he questions her and she points in the direction he needs to go. “Good girl, now follow me please.” He commands and she follows him down the hall into her bedroom. “Strip for me, I want to watch you unwrap your gorgeous body for me like a present,” his voice is raspy and his pupils are dilated with need. She removes her espadrilles and pulls the sundress over her head dropping it to the floor. She stands there in a matching bra and panty set. They are a burgundy color and contrast nicely with her tanned skin. “God, you are so beautiful. It’s taking everything I have to sit here and watch. I just want to ravage you!” He tells her and she steps closer so he can touch her.

He runs his hands over her plump breasts and then down her waist to her cheeky panties. He pulls her closer so she stands between his legs and his hands move up and around to her back taking in every inch. Finally, his hands move down over her ass and squeeze her firm globes. A contented sigh comes from him and he immediately smacks her ass hard leaving a large hand print and a satisfying sting and burn for her. She returns the sigh and mumbles something he doesn’t hear. His hand rubs over the hand print and he smacks the other cheek hard and fast again. He can smell her excitement. He bets she çeşme escort is wet for him. Wanting to taste her, “Continue stripping please,” he states calmly not taking his eyes from her.

She reaches behind and unfastens her bra, holding it to her breasts she waits until his eyes meet hers. When they do, she drops the bra and his eyes slowly move down over the large globes of flesh. He takes in the tanned flesh and the taut brown nipples begging for his attention. He reaches out and runs his thumb lightly over that erect flesh and she shivers. Her bra hangs on one finger and she tosses across the room as he grabs her by the waist and pulls her close. His hands go up to each round fleshy globe squeezing firmly while pinching her nipples. She gasps in pleasure and his mouth encircles her sensitive peak. He feasts on her. Licking, nipping, biting, sucking and kissing his way around and all over her beautiful breasts.

Once she is properly devoured and a shaking near orgasmic mess, he stops and hooks his thumbs into those sexy cheeky panties. Burying his face between her breasts, he starts to tug her panties down over her ass and down her legs to land at her feet. His hands move over her bare ass and he can’t wait to taste her. He urges her to move back slightly and he look hers in the eyes, leans in and kisses her deep and with so much emotion.

Guiding her to the bed he lays her gently down on the soft sheets and slides up in bed between her legs. “I want to taste you,” he tells her in a deep, needy voice. He bends her knees up and spreads her legs wide so he can taste heaven. First though, he wants to take in her scent. Leaning in close, he buries his face in her center and breathes in deep taking in her essence. Tilting his head slightly to look in her eyes, he begins to lick her delicious core.

His tongue is magic. He licks and sucks all the right places. Just when she knows she is going to cum, he stops or moves and doesn’t let her. She is a mess. His tongue is lashing against her clit fast and hard and her hips are gyrating against his face. He has two fingers buried in her pussy pushed up against her g-spot. He’s finger fucking her and lashing her clit with his tongue and she can’t hold back any longer. Crying out his name at the top of her lungs, she cums into his mouth as he drinks her in, his eyes never leaving hers. When she is starting to come down from her orgasm, he pulls his fingers from her sensitive pussy and licks them. He crawls over her and kisses her again. She feels his hard cock against her and her hips move needing him inside her. He has on way too many clothes for her tastes. She needs to feel his skin against hers. She starts unbuttoning his shirt but the buttons are small and she fumbles with them impatiently. She decides then she cannot wait and she rips the shirt open sending buttons flying to the floor and over the bed.

Chuckling he pulls the shirt off and smiles, “That’s a first, no one has ever been that impatient to get to me,” amazement laces his voice.

“I need to feel you. I need to feel you against me, inside me, on top of me,” her voice is husky with desire and he sees the truth in her eyes. She reaches for his belt and before he knows what is happening, his pants are open and she is pushing them down his legs with her feet. Once her hand wraps around him he moans in delight. She feels so good. He can’t wait to be inside her.

The whole time she cannot take her eyes off him. He is beautiful. A runner’s body. Lean and thin, muscled and lithe. Her hands skim over the hard surface of his skin and he moans at her touch. They take their time and touch, kiss, lick, and enjoy each other for a long time. By the time, they get to the actual sex, they are desperate for each other. His cock is long and thick and he enters her wet pussy hard and fast. His rhythm is relentless. Their eyes never leaving each other’s, they both cry out as they cum. He fills her pussy full of his seed and she cums soaking them both. He collapses on top of her and kisses her lips. Rolling off her, he pulls her to him and holds her tight.

“That was like nothing I have ever experienced before,” he tells her. He runs his hand over her back while the other hand has pulled her arm across him. They hold each other in the moonlight that shines through the window of her bedroom for a while before either one speaks. “That was the best experience of my life. I don’t know how you felt about it, I can’t make assumptions. I want to continue to see you. In fact, I want us to be exclusive please. Please do me the honor of being my girl,” he smiles and kisses her lips.

She can’t resist him. He’s adorable and hot. “Of course, I will be your girl,” she tells him as she rolls on top of him. She grinds on his cock and he springs back to life. “Feels like someone else is happy too,” she grins mischievously as she grinds harder and faster against him. The cum from their last time coats his cock and balls as she glides over him. Watching her as she rides him, makes him want to do that with her.

“Would you be willing to ride me?” He queries. She can başakşehir escort tell he wants that so much. She also knows that his big cock would be even deeper.

Reaching up and pinching her nipples, she moans in delight. Just that little bit of pain is delicious to her. She reaches down and grabs his cock and stands it up then rises on her knees to position herself over him so he can enter her. She leaves the head of his cock just at her entrance and waits teasing him and herself, while he pinches and squeezes her luscious globes of flesh. When she can no longer stand it, she sits down on him hard and fast. She moans shamelessly as he fills her tight pussy. “Fuck” tumbles from his lips as her tightness surrounds him too. With her head thrown back, she rides him hard. Her hands on his thighs gives her leverage to ride up and down his magnificent cock.

He watches himself disappear inside her pussy over and over. Grabbing her hips, he pulls her up so she lays on top of him. He needs to see her beautiful blue eyes. He wraps his arms around her and bends his knees, they are forehead to forehead now and eye to eye. He begins thrust inside her and smack her ass. She moans in delight. Her pussy soaks his cock and that makes him more excited. He reaches down and runs his finger over that forbidden dark hole.

“Fuck, yes,” she whispers against his lips as she looks in his eyes. She needs to be filled, taken, owned, loved, cherished. She wants someone to just love her and hold her again. Tears spring from her eyes and fall over him.

“Are you okay?” He asks with genuine concern in his voice.

“I’m more than okay,” She tries to smile. She really likes this man and she is going to give this a shot but she knows she still loves her captain. She can’t deny it in her heart or her head any longer. Maybe it took this to start to get over him, she doesn’t know. All she knows is that this man has made a connection with her.

He kisses her lips gently and she returns the kiss. The kisses become more passionate and the thrusts start to get harder and faster. His hand moves again down to her ass to probe that forbidden hole and she moans her approval. His finger enters gently and she kisses his lips to urge him on. He pushes his large finger deeper and pulls towards their heads. She moans at the pain and he thrusts his hard cock faster. He can feel her quiver around him. Her pussy is getting wetter and she is squirting cum and cumming, screaming in pleasure. He empties inside her pussy shouting out that it’s his now. On the final stroke he smacks her ass hard leaving a red hand print on her left cheek.

She collapses on his chest in exhaustion. He rolls to the side still holding her tight. They fall asleep with sated smiles and dreams of a future. Sometime in the middle of the night, he wakes, dresses quickly and leaves. Before he does, he scribbles out a note

I am so sorry to do this. I cannot stay with you all night. There is so much
I have not told you that I must. Please know that I have really grown to
care for you so very much. Please give me a chance to explain. I will
be back in town in a few days. I will explain everything then I promise.
Until then, you will be on my mind and in my heart my love.

She wakes to find the note on his pillow. Reading it with his cum still inside her she hangs her head and cries. She already knows what his secret is or thinks she does. He is married. She had a feeling. She asked and he dodged the question. Her friend assured her that he wasn’t. She will spend the next few days deciding whether she will allow him to explain what is going on. She feels so stupid right now. Jumping out of bed, she runs to the shower and turns it to the hottest setting she can stand. After it’s warm, she steps in and lets the water cascade over her body washing away what she thought could have been a good thing for them both. How could she be so stupid?? Why is she such a magnet for married men?? Hanging her head in shame she cries.

Washing her hair and her body she contemplates what she could change about herself. She doesn’t consider herself ugly although she could stand to lose some weight. So far, most men have enjoyed her figure. She receives a lot of compliments but she does try to watch what she eats.

Her usual routine starts and she dries her hair straight and considers makeup. She has to work for the next several days then she has a party the next weekend at the lake. The week passes slowly and she remains upset at how things are and with herself. She talks to her friends hosting the party and tries to get out of coming but they won’t let her out of it.

The day of the party comes, she packs her beach bag with the essentials and a change of clothes. She decides on waterproof eyeliner and mascara, picks out her favorite skirtini, slides into her sandals, grabs her towels and heads to the lake to meet her friends and their families.

Today is a birthday party for one of the kids and she was told it will be a huge affair. Swimming, boating, fishing, picnicking, volley ball, sun bathing, küçükçekmece escort and lots of talking and a bon fire for roasting marshmallows and s’mores later when it gets dark. She rechecks her sunscreen supply making sure there is enough. The goal today is to get a better tan, enjoy the company of friends, and not think about the Counselor or the Captain for that matter.

She arrives at the lake and her friends are gathered there already. They see her and everyone starts talking and asking how her date with the Counselor went. She begins to tell what happened but is interrupted when the host tells everyone that to get to the beach area they want to go to everyone must get on one of the three boats available. She hangs back, she doesn’t care which boat she rides on, she knows the families want to ride together so she waits until everyone else is on to see where there’s room for her-if there is any. She’s used to being left behind really. Everyone piles onto the boats and they take off immediately as they fill up.

The last boat available is empty luckily and as she makes her way towards it then she realizes who is driving the boat. She quickly turns and walks back towards her car to leave and feels a hand around her arm turning her around. She is pulled into a hard chest and arms encircle her. A familiar scent reaches her nose and she breathes it in deep. She doesn’t dare hold him back, not in such a public setting like this. She can’t.

“Please baby, put your arms around me and hold me too, I need to feel you just as much as you need to feel me,” he pleads, his voice desperate. He holds her tighter, his fingers digging into her skin from where he’s gripping her. She slowly moves her arms and encircles his waist. Flashbacks of old times roll through her mind and she hugs him closer. She begins to cry hard. “Shhh, I have you baby girl, I have you. I have missed you so much. I have thought about you every day, every minute of every day. I couldn’t get you out of my head, I tried,” he whispers into her hair. “I close my eyes and I see your face, I hear your voice, I long for your kisses,” he pulls back to look her in the eyes. “I need you in my life, I needed to tell you face to face. I tried to set up meetings and you avoided me. I sent messages and you didn’t respond to some of them. I began to think that the letter I saw, the one you wrote to me was not true,” he searches her eyes for answers.

“I saw the messages, I avoided them because I thought you had chosen your wife and I was giving you the room to work things out with her. I didn’t want to be the reason you left her. I didn’t want you to regret anything,” she tells him as tears fall down her cheeks. “The truth is that I still mean that letter, I tried moving on but I can’t. I find that I think only of you,” she hangs her head, shame written all over her face.

“My wife showed me that letter after a series of arguments over several days. Things had been going good for a while I thought but then I found out that she had been meeting that man I had suspected all along. In fact, they had been meeting a lot like we were long before we were, years in fact. I finally got her to admit that. I was devastated at first. I felt betrayed but then, in reality, I did the same thing to her. We have parted ways. The divorce is just a few months from being final. I left her the house and everything in it. I moved across town because I wanted some distance but I wanted to be close to my daughter too. The truth is that I really wanted to move close to you because I know I want to be with you. I know this seems sudden and impossible but I want to try to make a go of this,” he smiles and runs his hand over her cheek, leans in and kisses her lips lightly like he used to do. That electricity that always flowed between them was still there and she leans into him to deepen the kiss. He pulls her tighter against him and his hand moves down over her ass and grinds her against his now hard cock. She moans into his lips and they kiss passionately there on the boat dock for everyone to see.

Suddenly remembering her surroundings, she steps back from his grasp to catch her breath. “Wait, I need you to give me just a minute to let everything you just said sink in,” she says breathlessly. Her thoughts are running faster than she can process and she needs to think. There is a lot going on in her life and she wasn’t exactly expecting this to happen. Her mind flashes back to that night and to the Counselor. She hasn’t figured out what to do with him yet but she knows she is very angry with him. He lied to her. She feels used and betrayed but she wants to talk to him to get the story and see what is really going on before she jumps to conclusions. “There are things you don’t know. I had been seeing someone. We slept together about a week ago for the first time but he was gone and left me some vague note that morning on my pillow. I will be honest with you and say that I have taken in what you said and it’s surreal. I have waited for so long to hear those words from you. At the same time, I want you to be sure that this is what you want. I kept my distance from you trying to give you the space you needed to work things out with your wife. Not only for your sake but for the sake of your child. It killed me knowing that you went home to her and she had the best parts of you, she had the every day parts of you, the parts I wanted so bad,” the tears start to fall down her cheeks as she looks at him in the eyes so he sees the truth in hers.

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“Do you want to get into bondage and discipline or are you just going to talk about it? Are you going to submit to me and become my sex slave or not?” Jack asks Veronica Rose. They are talking on the phone together.

She does not answer him. She did not respond to his demand that she submit to him because she is a little apprehensive — afraid might be a better word — of entering a world that she has never before entered.

She wants him to dominate her, to abuse her sexually and to sexually humiliate her. She wants him to sexually torture her and spank her naked ass, her thighs, her pussy, her stomach, her tits. But she does not know if she is quite ready for it yet.

She has been discussing BDSM sex with Jack for a little over three weeks now, ever since he told her about the threesome who had a sex party in the limousine as he drove them from the airport.

She and Jack discussed several aspects of bondage and discipline, domination and subjugation and sadism and masochism, safe words, different types of role play scenes, spanking each other and other forms of sexual torture. But most importantly what role each would play in their scenes and how the scenes would pan out.

Just before she hung up she told him that she would think about it and talk to him later about it. Talk is one thing, while actually submitting to him, to sadism and masochism, is something entirely different.

Now, three hours later, Veronica slowly climbs the hot, dark stairwell to her lover’s apartment. His efficiency apartment is above the office of the limousine service company he works for. The light at the top of the enclosed stairway is burned out. It’s been over two months, she wonders if Jack is ever going to put a new bulb in the socket.

She knows too that he is even now waiting for her answer to the question he put to her earlier this afternoon, when they were discussing bondage and discipline sex on the phone. She knows that her Spanish lover wants her to totally submit to him — so that that he may serve to her. But she is anxious over what she is about to do.

She raises her hand to knock but hesitates and lowers her hand. Her throat is dry. She thinks again about the step she is about to take into the world of bondage and discipline. She is uncertain because both she and Jack are new to B and D sex.

She takes a deep breath and resigns herself. She made her decision 45 minutes ago, why vacillate now? She knocks on Jack’s door, knowing that she will begin her sexual slavery to him immediately upon his opening the door.

After what seems an eternity he opens it. He is naked. His enormous circumcised dick sticks out like a monolithic obelisk rising out of the dark forest of his pubic hair.

“May . . . may I come in?” she asks softly.

“Why?” he questions her scornfully.

She kneels on the floor before him, bows her head and puts her hands behind her back in submission. She can see his erect cock, her prison tower, pointing directly at her. She accepts the fact that she is a hostage to her own passions.

“I want to be your sex slave . . . I . . . I want you to use me for your own sexual pleasure.”

“You sound hesitant. Are you sure? Do you know what you are saying?”

“Yes, I know what . . .”

“Address me as Master,” he interrupts her.

“Yes Master, I know what I’m doing. I want to prove my love for you by giving myself to you, by giving you my whole naked body for you to use or abuse as you please.”

“Yes but what does that mean?” his comment is cold.

“It means that I must submit to you completely, that I exist only for your pleasure and your sexual gratification Master.”

“Anything else?” He continues.

“It means, Master, that you can fuck me anytime you want to and that I have to suck your dick anytime you want me to. It means that you can spank my naked ass if I displease you in any way or even if it just pleases you to do so Master.”

“Stand up but keep your head and eyes cast down.”

“Yes Master.” As she rises she keeps her eyes glued on his erect manhood. She longs to take him into her eager mouth, to suck his juices down into her parched throat and quench her thirst for the intoxicating wine that gushes forth from his cock. She is a slave to her own desires.

He notices that she has dressed especially for the occasion, putting on a special outfit that she purchased recently for his sexual pleasure. But in order to increase her humiliation and his domination of her, he orders her, “Take off your clothes and throw them into the corner there. You are not allowed into my chamber unless you are completely naked. They are nothing but rags anyway.”

Veronica pulls a V-cut red knit blouse up over her head, revealing a red strapless lace bra with a black velvet border. The outline of her dark nipples can just barely be seen. She tosses the blouse into the corner and then unbuttons a black mini skirt. Letting it fall to the floor, she steps out of it and kicks it to the side with her foot. She pauses for a moment so that her Master can see what she has ardahan escort put on just for his enjoyment.

Her red bikini panties are trimmed in black velvet, matching her brazier. She has on thigh length black fishnet stockings that are held up by a red garter belt that is also trimmed in black velvet. She is wearing calf length red leather high heeled boots. They are trimmed at the top in black velvet with black laces.

She reaches behind herself and unhooks the bra, letting it fall off her small but supple breasts and onto the floor. She takes in a deep breath, filling her lungs and expanding her chest. Her nipples are dark brown; her erect teats stick out like two ripened flower buds, longing to be suckled. Her long black hair is draped over her left shoulder, partially covering her breast. She bends over at the waist and unsnaps the stockings from the garter belt.

She looks at his hard prick only a few centimeters from her face. She thinks of the sex they had just two days ago when he asked her if she would like to fulfill one of her fantasies. Then he gave her wicked smile.

“What do you mean,” she answered.

“Well haven’t you always wanted to fuck in the back of one of my company’s limos?”

“We can’t do that Jack. Where would we park? I can just see us now. Right in the middle of our love making a cop knocks on the window. Then we’d both end up in jail and you would lose your job.”

“I don’t know why I never thought of it before. All we have to do is use one of the limousines parked in the yard at work. There’s no danger of Larry catching us because he’s is going out of town this evening. Besides he trusts me. Don’t I live above the company office?”

“Oh Jack do you think we could? I would love to make love with you in the back of a limousine but I don’t want you to get into any trouble with your boss. I don’t want you to lose your job.”

“It’s alright I tell you. No one will catch us. Larry and I are the only ones with keys to the yard and he’ll be out of town.”

They bought a fifth of wine and had themselves a little party. Veronica dripped wine onto her on the hair of her pubic mound, on her nipples and various other erotic spots of her voluptuous body. Jack seductively licked each drop off. Then Jack poured some wine on his dick, his balls and his nipples and Veronica sensuously licked it off. By the time they got ready to fuck they were both quite hot.

She was the Valley of Mexico, he an Aztec warrior. She was a hot tortilla, he a red chili pepper. She was a luscious taco, he a hot tamale. Her cunt was a cauldron of torrid juices; his cock stirred the nectar of her pussy.

She was a bitch in heat, he a hound in pursuit of her scent. She was a timid quail, he a bird dog after her tail. They fucked each other senseless. He fucked her until she couldn’t take another orgasm. She drained him of all his jism.

Next he had her suck his dick until her jaw ached. Then he licked and sucked her clitoris until she begged him to stop.

Totally depleted, they lay in each other’s arms. Her vagina overflowed with his cum; his balls were depleted. Both enjoyed their orgasms to the fullest, engulfed with bliss.

That was two days ago. She wonders what heights her lover is going to take her to tonight. She licks her lips and slides her bikini panties down her smooth legs. She steps out of them and stands up, exposing the dark hair of her Venus mound to his loving gaze. She throws the panties into the corner on top of the blouse.

Standing there, she keeps her eyes fixed on his sex. She hooks her thumbs in the garter belt and begins to slide it down her lovely legs.

“No,” he commands her. “I like the stocking and garter belt. You may leave those on.”

As she snaps the stockings back onto the garter belt Veronica smiles inwardly. It makes her happy to know that her Lover and Master is pleased with what she is wearing.

“Once you enter here you are mine. I own you and I will do with your naked body as I please. This is your first rule; one which you must never forget. Do you agree to this slave?”

“Yes Master.”

She is not revolted at being referred to as slave. In fact, now that she has finally made the decision, she is thrilled to be his sex slave. It is something that she has been thinking about becoming for quite some time now. She keeps her head bowed down and her eyes focused on his prick, balls and thick black pubic hair.

He takes a step back and turns to the side. “Then you may enter.”

“Thank you, Master.”

As she walks past him the back of her hand brushes against his erect sex. She can feel a drop of pre-cum where it has touched her. It takes all of her will power just to keep from grabbing his blood gorged member and ramming it into her . . . no, into his pussy. It belongs to him now; she belongs to him. He owns her, every part of her. She no longer has any say so over her naked body. He can do with her as he desires.

This does not repulse her. Indeed, it fills her with joy. adıyaman escort It is her desire to fulfill his desire. The mere thought of satisfying him sexually causes her channel to become wet and extraordinarily hot, sending waves of delirium throughout her body.

She hastily licks the syrupy pre-cum from her hand.

He quickly gathers her discarded clothing before closing the door. “Go to the center of the room, remove your boots and kneel on the oval rope rug,” he orders her. “Keep your hands behind your back and don’t look up.”

“Yes Master.” After taking off her boots, she obediently goes to her knees but cries out, “Ouch! Oh Jack, I knelt on something.” She sits on the floor rubbing her knee. There is a small spot of blood on her knee, staining her stockings.

“What’s the matter,” he asks her as he puts her clothes on the bed of his one room apartment. The role play has suddenly stopped.

“I’m bleeding. I must have knelt on a piece of glass or something.”

“I’m sorry Babe. That must be from the glass I dropped and broke last night. I thought I got all the broken pieces picked up.”

“Well you missed a piece.”

“Let me get you a bandage for it.”

“No it’s alright. Just help me find the piece of glass so that I can continue to be your sex slave. Here it is.” She picks up a small sliver of glass from the rug and hands it to Jack.

He looks at it and then at her. He gives her a wicked smile and licks the blood off her knee. “I’m a sex vampire and I’m going to suck all your blood out through your pussy.”

“Let’s just continue where we left off Jack,” she smiles at him. “We can play sex vampire and victim some other time. I really do want to become your sex slave anyway.”

“OK slave get back on your knees,” he orders her.

“Yes Master,” she demurely answers him. Her heart suddenly fills with ache for the love she has for him.

He throws the piece of glass away and then begins to pace in front of her. She can see his stiff penis as he paces back and forth in front of her. It puts her back into the mood to continue.

She yearns to take him into her parched mouth. She needs to satisfy the cravings of her thirsty cunt with his magnificent manhood. But she knows that she must await his pleasure.

“I will now go over the rules of your sexual slavery to me,” he says as he stops pacing and stands in front of her.

He takes a small step forward, wraps his thumb and first two fingers around the base of his dick and touches her left cheek with it, taunting her. He squeezes a drop of pre-cum onto her cheek. She starts to open her mouth to take him into her dry orifice but he pulls away from her, further desiccating her.

She looks at his cock and breathes deeply through her nostrils. She can smell him. She closes her eyes and exhales slowly. He wipes the cum off her cheek and lets her lick it from his finger. Her passions overcome her and a low moan escapes her lips. She is in complete ecstasy and he hasn’t even begun to do anything to her.

“From this moment on I own you. I own your whole body. You can do nothing without my permission. Do you understand?”

“Yes Master.”

“You belong to me; you are my property. You must obey my every command. If you break the rules, if you disobey me, you will be severely punished. You are my slave and as such I will discipline you for breaking the rules or for any reason I choose to do so. Further, you are to endure any punishment I administer to you in silence. Do you understand slave?”

“Yes Master.”

“Finally, you must always address me as Master or Sir unless otherwise directed by me. Anything you say to me, every time you speak to me, you must address me as Master or Sir. Do you understand whore?”

“Yes Master.”

Instead of being insulted at being called a whore; she is elated. She is proud to serve her Master. It is the only thing she wants to do. During idle moments it is the only thing she thinks about. Even when they first met she envisioned completely surrendering herself to him.

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It was the most amazing of coincidences. It was a Saturday afternoon and Veronica Rose was home, searching frantically for her spare house key. It was on a key chain to which her extra identification was attached.

She was going to visit her sister Victoria Alisa that evening for dinner with her and her sister’s husband Vincent. She was going to use the spare house key and her valet car key to get there and back instead of being bothered with carrying a large purse. She knew she had it for the wedding of her friend Yvette Yolanda couple of weeks earlier but she had not seen it since.

She didn’t use it often, only when she was going somewhere where she would not need her purse. As the maid of honor that was one time she did not want to carry a purse. So she slipped it into her brazier and went to the wedding and reception.

She questions whether or not she left it at SAMS Spa when she went there karabük escort the other day to relax in the sauna. “No,” she answers herself, “I went there after work and used my regular set of keys.”

Suddenly her grandmother called her on the phone and told her that there was a young man there to see her. Her grandmother wanted to know if she should send him around the back of the house to her apartment or would she rather come up front and see him.

Veronica did not want some strange man looking in her apartment so she told her grandmother that she would be up momentarily. Besides, in her search for her lost identification and key her apartment was a wreck.

As she walked up the long driveway she noticed a black limousine parked in front of her grandmother’s house. Her first thought was that Vickie had sent it but that was ludicrous. It was only dinner. Besides, Vickie and Vincent couldn’t afford to go in for such extravagance, especially with Vincent out of work . . . again. So it was with perked curiosity that she entered her grandmother’s house.

He was Hispanic and taller than her by about five or six centimeters. He had thick black hair and soft green eyes; they matched Veronica’s. He introduced himself only as Jack and said that he was a driver for Larry’s Limousine Service Company; the same company that provided limousine service for Yvette’s wedding.

He said that he was cleaning out one of the limos that morning and found her identification and house key wedged between a seat and an armrest. He thought she might like to have it back.

She got so excited and screamed so loud that both he and her grandmother thought that she was going to have a heart attack. She told him that she hadn’t noticed it missing until that morning and that she had been looking for it all day.

She couldn’t thank him enough. She was so worried that someone would find it and then come and steal everything in her apartment.

She offered him five dollars as a reward but he declined. He told her that just seeing her all excited the way she was, was reward enough. He thanked her and quickly left.

After he left, her grandmother said that all of her screaming must have scared him off. Her grandmother thought that he was a handsome young Spanish man; someone she believed her granddaughter ought to get to know instead of acting like some kind of fool and scaring him off with all her screaming.

Veronica did not answer her grandmother but the following Monday she went to his company’s office and told his boss about the honest employee he had; a driver who introduced himself only as Jack. The tall man with a full beard and mustache picked up a phone and told the person on the other end that there was someone to see him in his office.

Jack was surprised to see Veronica and he teasingly covered his ears with his hands to mock her. She playfully slapped his elbow and complained that she hadn’t screamed that loud; it was just that she was so overjoyed to have gotten her identification and key back. He smiled at her and then made a wisecrack about his ears ringing all weekend.

It was the way he said it with a silly grin on his face. At that point she was hooked; she knew then and there that there was something about this cute young man that she liked.

She had only intended to tell his boss what a great employee he had and let the compliment to his boss be his reward. But she saw a sparkle in his eyes when he smiled at her. Without thinking, she asked him out to dinner at her treat.

With his boss standing next to them he could not refuse her. She told him that she would be back at seven o’clock that evening to pick him up; she knew of a nice seafood restaurant she wanted to take him to.

Then as she was walking out of the office she stopped at the door and looked over her shoulder at him. She gave him a shy, seductive smile. Then she timidly bit her lower lip, cast her eyes down, turned and walked out.

She was hooked in Jack’s limousine company office. At dinner that evening and later as they strolled along the beach at the lake, he landed her. Veronica experienced several firsts that evening and by doing so she also broke several of the rules she made for herself in her senior year of high school when dating someone for the first time.

The first of her rules that she broke was that she had sex on the first date. That’s something that she hadn’t even done when she lost her virginity and since promised herself she would never do.

But worst than that, she let this total stranger fuck her without using a condom. Something else she had never done. True she was on the pill but that didn’t protect her against sexually transmitted diseases. She just took him at his word when he told her that he did not have any STDs.

But there was something about him that caused her to trust him. She got the impression that he wouldn’t lie to her, that he respected her body. She felt at ease with him, that she didn’t have to worry about him putting his hands all over her or lying to her — as many of her other dates had done.

The whole evening he seemed more interested in her comfort, in making sure she was enjoying herself. He asked her about her life, her likes and dislikes, her hopes and dreams. He seemed more interested in finding out about her than in bragging about his accomplishments. His caring about her is what caused her to break her final rule.

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