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NOTE: This story is a sequel to Melanie’s New Life. As such, you will understand some of the characters better if you read that first, although it is not necessary to follow the story. All characters are over the age of 18.

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I first saw Eileen Wilhoit from the back row of an auditorium style classroom in Kenworth Hall. She was the guest speaker at a lecture sponsored by the Women’s Business Students Association, not the sort of thing I normally attended, especially not on a Thursday night. Like many college students, I start my weekend on Thursday nights, usually hitting the happy hours with a few friends or heading to a dance club looking for a hot hookup. Even my quiet Thursdays generally involve chilling with some wine or weed.

So I wasn’t too pleased to be there that evening, but my academic advisor, Prof. Bonner, had all but demanded that I attend. She was the faculty advisor to the group and had been lobbying me for more than a year to join. But I’m not really a joiner. I love my independence and besides, my limited experience with these kinds of organizations is that they are full of self-important wanna-be politicians padding their resumes and lording over lower ranking members. Thanks, but no thanks.

But I didn’t think I could pass on this one, especially since Eileen Wilhoit was an alumna who’d succeeded in the cut-throat venture capital field, which was where I hoped to end up some day. Emily, Prof. Bonner that is, had just gushed over this woman’s experience and how her lectures were always so fantastic and informative. Seriously, I thought she was just going to cum right there in her office while we were discussing it earlier in the week.

But I sat in the back, near an exit, so that if Prof. Bonner’s idea and my idea of what constituted a fantastic lecture differed greatly, I could just sneak out. When I saw Eileen Wilhoit enter the room with Prof. Bonner and a very attractive black woman whom I recognized as Prof. Marengo, a member of the finance faculty, I figured I would probably be staying. I have a thing for hot, older women in their 40s and 50s and while I didn’t know for sure how old she was, she could definitely play center stage in almost all of my masturbatory fantasies.

Even in a room full of attractive women, and more and more hot students were filing in by the minute, she stood out like a diamond surrounded by cheap quartz. She was wearing a black pant suit that fit her to a T with what appeared to be a white silk blouse beneath. Her black pumps managed to be both practical and sexy at the same time. Long, dark hair fell in waves to the middle of her back and her jacket was stretched just the perfect amount by her breasts, which I imagined to be firm and perky. When she turned to put her purse down on a chair, those of us lucky enough to have arrived early were treated to the sight of her perfectly shaped ass outlined by her form fitting slacks. My libido, which I admit never drops much below third gear anyway, suddenly shot into overdrive.

Once she started talking, it was clear she was not just a pretty face, either. She gave a fascinating and detailed talk about the challenges facing women in business and strategies for how to succeed. She was sharp, witty, and focused, using real-world examples from her own career. She spoke from experience, having put together multi-million dollar deals and provided initial funding to startups that nobody else thought would ever amount to anything. One of those companies was now worth more than a billion dollars, making her a very wealthy woman. Not many people can hold a roomful of college students in such rapt attention that hardly a single cellphone is visible, but she did.

I was so impressed, and even a little bit awed, that by the time she was done, I’d decided to go down an introduce myself. Yes, I know, it’s kind of a cliché, kiss ass move but it’s also playing the networking game and if anyone’s ass was worth kissing it was hers, especially since it was such a delectable ass. Besides, I knew Prof. Bonner would want me to. She’d spotted me early on and from the look she gave me, was clearly not pleased by my choice of seat.

Once she had finished, and received a very enthusiastic round of applause – even I clapped, which I rarely do – there came the obligatory question and answer session. I would have skipped this, as no matter how great the lecture, the Q&A rarely rises to the same intellectual level, but obviously, I’d have to endure it. I glanced around the room, letting my eyes roam across all the fine female flesh in front of me. Being in the back, I didn’t have a great view, but it was good enough to spot Azar sitting a few rows down on the other side of the room. She was seated just behind a short, blonde girl with a pixie hairstyle and huge hoop earrings who had just asked some really inane question.

Azar is a pretty girl of Turkish descent whom I’d met the previous year. I knew it was her because I recognized the bursa sınırsız escort brightly colored hijab she wore. She was, like me, a junior and, unlike me, active in a number of organizations including the Progressive Muslim Students League, the finance club, and student government. She was also, I knew from personal experience, a skilled and enthusiastic licker of pussies. Since she didn’t seem to notice me, being focused on our esteemed speaker, I whipped out my phone and sent a quick text.

‘In back row to your left. Plan on coming home with me. Hope your tongue is well rested, cause it’s getting a workout tonight.’

Within a couple of seconds of hitting send, I saw her discretely pull out her phone and check it. She casually looked behind and across the room, scanning the seats until she saw me. I was pleased to see a look of lustful hunger on her face and I gave her a wickedly lewd grin which, after a second’s hesitation, she returned with the subtlest of nods. My pussy, already tingling, began to throb. I returned her nod with one of my own and then turned back to the podium only to find myself staring straight into the eyes of Eileen Wilhoit. I could swear she was smirking and If I hadn’t known better, I would guess that she knew exactly what had just happened. We looked at each other for just a second, then I, and I’m a little embarrassed to admit this, blushed and looked away.

As soon as the final question had been answered, and a last enthusiastic round of applause given, I made my way down, pushing past several slower, more passive women, until I was part of the small group crowding around our speaker. Prof. Bonner grabbed my arm and pulled me to the side.

“Mel, I’ll introduce you when the crowd has thinned,” she whispered in my ear. “What did you think of the lecture?”

I smiled up at her. “It was great. I’m so glad you encouraged me to come. She seems like an incredible woman and I really appreciate your introducing me.”

“Yes, she is. I’ve known her for several years and was thrilled when she agreed to speak tonight. I really think you two will get along great.”

We stood there for a couple of minutes, waiting for the crowd to clear. I glanced over to the door and was pleased to see Azar standing off to the side, patiently waiting for me. I held up a finger to indicate that she should wait for me there. Just as I turned back, Emily took my arm and stepped forward to Eileen Wilhoit, whom she gently tapped on the shoulder. The woman turned and fixed her cool, cobalt blue eyes on me and I felt a flash of heat rip through my body.

“Eileen, this is Melanie Ross, the student I told you about,” Emily said, nodding toward me. I stepped forward and extended my arm, giving her my winningest smile as we shook hands.

“It’s a real honor, Mrs. Wilhoit. I loved the lecture and really feel like I learned some important strategies for success,” I said. Her grasp was firm but not overpowering and she graciously accepted my praise.

“Thank you very much, Ms. Ross. It’s always nice to meet an enthusiastic and talented young woman such as yourself. Emily has actually been praising you quite a bit to me. I think she’s angling for an internship offer for you,” she said, smiling at me before shooting a glance at Emily. I looked over at my advisor, who’s pretty face was now a brilliant red, which contrasted sharply with her short, golden blonde hair.

“Well, I certainly would be very honored to even be considered,” I said. “It’s definitely additional motivation to keep up my grades this year.”

“I doubt you need much external motivation. You strike me as a self-starter, the kind of young woman who knows what she wants and does what she needs to get it.”

Eileen gave me a penetrating look, her blue eyes burning into mine. I actually felt a little unnerved, and that doesn’t happen to me very often. Then she grinned widely before reaching into the pocket of her suit jacket and extracting a card.

“Take this. The number goes directly to my executive assistant, as does the email. Please, contact me if there’s anything I can do for you,” said Eileen, then leaning forward, she whispered in a soft, husky voice, “Well, I guess I better let you go. I think your…friend…over there is most anxious for your company.”

She straightened up, locked her eyes on mine again, and then, to my utter astonishment, winked at me. She knows, I thought, feeling my own face flushing with embarrassment. I had no idea how, but I was as certain of that as I’d ever been of anything in my life. I turned and gestured to Azar to follow me. I could feel Eileen’s eyes following me out the door.

All the way back to my place, I puzzled over how she had known. She must have read the look in Azar’s face when she got my text, I reasoned, and saw me when Azar looked over. But to have the balls to actually say something? I mean, what if she had been wrong? I was lusting after her big time as I bursa üniversiteli escort drove home, Azar trailing me in the red BMW her father had bought her for college.

When we got back to my apartment, it took almost no time for me to tear off Azar’s clothes and my own. Normally, I’d have ordered her to do a sexy strip tease, but I was just too horny. Instead, I had her crawl over to me and eat me out wearing just her hijab, which I make her keep on because its fucking sexy as hell watching a hijabi lick pussy. She slowly pressed her way past my thighs and began giving my wet pussy gentle licks, which frankly I was not in the mood for.

“No slut, fucking devour me. I need to cum!” I gasped.

And, trained lesbian sex pet that she is, she did so.

By that time, the beginning of my junior year at State, I had been a dominant lesbian mistress for a little more than two and a half years, ever since my final semester of high school. It was then that, on a whim, I’d seduced one of my two best friends, whom I’d long suspected of harboring a lesbian crush on me. In the course of our budding relationship, I thought I detected a certain submissiveness on her part and began researching that particular kink. I learned so much that a few weeks later, I was able to recognize my school librarian, a woman 10 years my senior, as the lesbian submissive she was. Long story short, they both quickly became my loyal servants, serving me sexually almost every night until I left for school. Even now, I still go home at least once a month – it’s only a two-hour drive – to enjoy an evening of dominating Ms. Dunne. Of course, before I left, I found her another mistress, a sales clerk at an adult store I took her to early on, but that’s another story entirely. Dee, my friend, left for school on the West Coast and since her parents left town shortly after she did, I haven’t seen her as much as I’d like. But when we get together, we definitely relive old times.

Once I got to college, I expanded my sexual activities. Some people might say I’m a wanton slut, and that’s okay with me. I love sex. My first week in the dorms I quickly found my first collegiate pet, a mousy little girl from upstate who seemed to latch on to me as soon as we met. It worked for me; she had big, billowing tits and a nice ripe ass. She was also a natural submissive. She didn’t put up much in the way of resistance when, on a Friday night when her roommate was gone and we were just chilling watching TV, I demanded that she eat my pussy. She laughed at first, but when she saw I was serious, got between my legs. And when I told her she had to pledge her loyalty to me before I’d let her lick me, she didn’t hesitate, even though her licking me had been my idea in the first place. She wanted it bad.

Unfortunately, she only lasted one year at school and I have no idea where she is now. Shame, really, but such is life. And it worked out, because early on in my sophomore year, Azar and I met in an Intro to Econ class. We were assigned to work on a joint project and once I realized that she acceded to my every suggestion for how to proceed, I began to test her limits. Within a couple of weeks, she was basically doing the whole thing and never complained once. I also noticed that she kept checking me out.

Now, I tend to dress pretty skimpy. It goes along with enjoying sex, as it gives potential partners the right idea, which is that yes, I most likely would be willing to fuck you. Azar, on the other hand, dresses like the devout but modern Muslim she pretends to be. You know, full length slacks or skirt, long sleeves, but always in stylish clothes and an appropriately matched hijab. At first, I thought she was judging me for my clothing style, but pretty soon, the looks she was giving me, when she thought I wasn’t looking, seemed to indicate an entirely different mindset. So one night, I invited her back to my apartment – one year in the dorms was enough for me – and while we were sitting on my couch working, I told her how sorry I was that I had given her so much work.

Of course, she demurely said that it was no problem, and she was happy to do it. No, it was wrong and I want to make it up to you, I insisted. When she asked how, I just leaned over, grabbed her face, and kissed her.

Well, of course she resisted, for about five seconds. And then her hot little pink tongue was pushing itself past my lips and her arms were wrapped around me while I pawed at her tits, which are very nice and firm. After a couple of minutes of making out, her religious training kicked back in and she pulled away, started to cry, and stood as if to leave. So I stood up and blocked her exit.

“You can leave now if you like, Azar, and I promise I won’t hold it against you and it won’t affect our project. But if you go, you’ll never kiss me again, and you certainly won’t ever get to enjoy any of this.”

And with that, I whipped bursa anal yapan escort off the t-shirt and shorts I was wearing to reveal my naked body. I rarely wear panties and have fairly small breasts, so a bra is not always called for.

I stared into her dark eyes, daring her to walk away. But she didn’t. She shed a few tears, and her lips quivered, but she sat down and when she did, I stood before her, legs spread, my neatly trimmed bush at her eye level.

“I know what you want, Azar, what you crave. You’ve been letting me push you around for weeks because you want to please me, and so now you can. But before you do, you must pledge your loyalty. You must swear to be my loyal, lesbian pet, willing to do whatever, and I mean whatever, I say. Make your decision.”

Our eyes were locked as I spoke and despite the obvious conflict being waged between her desire and her upbringing, I knew what would happen. And sure enough, after a minute or so, she fell to her knees and swore she would be my pet.

“Please, let me pleasure you. I will be your willing slave,” she whispered up at me.

In my brief career as a lesbian mistress, I’d already noticed that oftentimes, new pets have their submission speech ready to go, because they’ve been fantasizing about that moment of surrender for years. Azar’s wasn’t great, but she delivered it with confidence and certainty. When she was done, I just smiled, put my hand on her head, and guided her to my soaking pussy. We spent the whole night in my bed, ignoring my two drunken roomies when they came in later, both in the company of equally drunk boys. If those guys had only known what was going on behind my closed door, they might have abandoned their one-night stands and listened at my keyhole all night long.

Ever since, Azar has been an occasional but steady fuck, someone I can summon when I’m feeling horny but don’t have the energy to go out to the bars and pick someone up or let myself be picked up. To her credit, she comes whenever she’s called, is always very enthusiastic and obeys every order, although on occasion not as quickly or as thoroughly as I’d like. But I suspect that’s because Azar enjoys a good punishment – all true submissive do – which of course I’m happy to provide.

My approach to being a mistress is to push my pets to engage in activities I know they yearn to experience but lack the courage to do so. So I made it my mission to expand Azar’s sexual horizons, which I did. On her own, she’d have never thought to join me in a gangbang with that intramural basketball team, or been willing to seduce our obviously lesbian teaching assistant at semester’s end. So really, I’ve been good for her. She no longer runs the risk of looking back at her time in college and having to wonder what might have been.

And that night, as she always does, she showed her appreciation. After a fast, hard tongue lashing of my sex, which brought me to a very nice orgasm, we retreated to the bedroom where I had Azar put on the strap-on and lie down. I then rode her for a good twenty minutes before I came again. She’s so well trained now that she pinched and sucked on my nipples without any encouragement from me. As a reward, I belted on the strap-on and gave her a hard fucking as well, which, judging by her passionate cries, she seemed to enjoy. Another session of cunninlingus followed and then a cool down period of long, leisurely but passionate kisses and soft stroking of naked flesh before we drifted off to sleep.

The following morning, after waking me up with several minutes of soft, gentle pussy licking leading to a pleasantly subdued orgasm, Azar dressed and headed back to her apartment while I showered and got ready. I was just extracting my keys from my purse when I saw the card Eileen Wilhoit had given me. I held it in my hand, gazing at it like it was some sort of coded message that, if I could just decipher it, would lead me to a treasure of immeasurable riches. Really I was just trying to come up with a good excuse for calling her. But nothing came and I headed to class.

I considered the problem off and on throughout the week, and thinking about her kept me in a heightened state of arousal that I eased by two visits from Azar and a quick fuck in the office of my freshman year English lit professor. He and I had, needless to say, hit it off right from the beginning and he became the first but hardly the only professor I fucked during my time at school.

By Thursday afternoon, I was growing increasingly frustrated by my inability to come up with a really good reason to contact Eileen Wilhoit. It would be lame to call just to tell her again how much I enjoyed the lecture. Somehow, I knew she would lose respect for me if I didn’t have a reasonable justification for reaching out to her. I was sitting out on our balcony, sharing a very long, fat joint with my roommate, Belle, when the problem solved itself. I had just released a lungful of smoke and handed the blunt to Belle, a chubby redhead with a fetish for muscular black guys, when my cell phone rang. Looking down, I at first didn’t recognize the number, but then realized it was the same one on Eileen Wilhoit’s card.

My stomach did a nervous flip and I stepped into the apartment, sliding the balcony door closed behind me, before answering.

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I was very nervous as I drove to town, Bruce had emailed me with the itinerary for this day we have been planning, it was a bit overwhelming to say the least. Lunch, shopping, and spa before checking into our downtown hotel for the night.

I fidgeted and fretted all morning, dressing, picking out stuff to wear, what to take. I was intent on showing him the very erotic side of me so I finally picked a crisp white blouse matched to a short black skirt and a black satin jacket that showed my best assets. It was tailored and cut just to the waist with open lapels and one button down nice and low. I had on a chunky costume pearl necklace that followed the curve of my cleavage matched with a nice wide loose bangle of the same pearls.

I felt sexy and was swollen and just a little wet thinking of how this would all unfold. My lace thong was nice and tight against my pussy teasing me as I drove. I had decided to leave my legs naked, and was wearing the stilettos that he had sent me for our first little tryst a few months before. He was waiting for me as I pulled to his restaurant pick.

He was wearing a very nice suit of dark blue; it really looked great with his silver hair. It was so nice to see him again. The smile on his face as I pulled myself up onto my heels was so inviting, and generous. I peeked his cheek as I didn’t want to ruin my lips just yet, I fully planned on staining his cock with my red lipstick later.

Lunch was fantastic, talking, teasing and caressing as we carefully ate slowly to make the day last. I knew he had to duck back to work after he got me to my spa appointment but first was a little shopping trip.

We took a taxi to a very nice old home in the inner city, I must have looked dubious as we pulled up the address but his confident hand pulled me out of the taxi and we headed up a large staircase and into the foyer of this fantastic house.

A very gorgeous women dressed in the tightest golden corset met us there, gave Bruce a passionate kiss on the lips. She seductively looked me over and smiled to Bruce then took my arm and showed me around the racks of lingerie.

Our heels clicked on the marble floors, I was in heaven as Stephanie showed me satin, silk, leather, vinyl in every garment imaginable. She had a special room of her own designs, all corsets that were fantastic. There were shelves lined with shoes and racks of hose. Tight fitting skirts and blouses rounded out the clothing end of her store.

The sex toys drove me mad trying to pick, Stephanie patiently explained all the best things about a great dildo or vibrator, Bruce just sat and took it all in, I was free to pick whatever I wanted, Stephanie first picked out a black satin corset and helped me fit it to my body in her sitting room.

The room was spacious and pretty, she smoothed the garment around my naked torso lingering on my breasts fitting them into the cups with a very delicate bursa escort and erotic touch, my nipples exploded against the fabric, she smiled and kissed my cheek. The corset matched my skirt perfectly. She took me by the arm and I was then paraded before Bruce. He clapped his approval and we put it on the tab.

Next came hose and shoes, garters, bras and thongs, Stephanie picked out a gorgeous satin robe for me that matched the corset perfectly. I was completely unsure when she took me to the vibrators. I left it to her to pick so she got me her favorites. One very nice thick long vibrating cock as well as a small g-spot vibe was added to my growing pile. Bruce paid up and left me there with Stephanie as he had to run back to the office.

This was my spa date as well so I was to be here for the rest of the afternoon. Stephanie explained I would be able to have what ever I desired, cocking a wicked smile my direction. I asked for a massage, manicure, waxing and make-up. I was shown to a glamorous room on the second floor of the big house amongst the bustle and hum of estheticians and masseuses. Stephanie showed me the closets were I could arrange my things; a small woman arrived with a floor length satin robe for me to change into. Stephanie put my new purchases on the table and helped me out of my corset and skirt and wrapping me in a flowing robe of shimmering satin. She hugged me and said that I should take a few minutes to settle before my massage.

I reclined and sipped green tea closed my eyes and dreamed of Bruce kissing me and taking me to my erotic heaven. Shortly I was summoned and off for a great massage with lavish oils and soft lights and music to fall into a deep relaxing state. The small women’s soft warm hands caressed all my curves working oil into my naked frame. She took time on my tight shoulders and stroked me with loving caresses while the music softly dropped my inhibitions as the massage continued.

I began to wish that her mouth would graze my nipples or drop to my clit. I closed my eyes tightly as she rolled me onto my back and began to massage around my breasts, caressing my chest with warm oil. Her nails dragged across the tops of my breasts producing the most provocative feelings. She worked her way down my tummy and slid her slick hands down my thighs, her breasts fell against mine as she pushed her strong grip down to my knees and back to my pussy. Her breasts continued to press against me and my nipples were tall and erect as she worked my upper thighs.

She was warm and soft and her body against mine made my pussy fall open. Her satin camisole showed her erect nipples plainly as she moved down my legs working my ankles and pressing into the soles of my feet. I rose to my elbows and looked her straight in the eyes; she held my piercing look and ran both of her hands up my legs to my knees with the most gracious smile on her face. She very slowly began to bursa escort bayan open my legs my desire to feel a tongue on my cunt overcame my fright of having a women please me so I slid my fingers down my oiled stomach to pry open my swollen lips.

She stripped her body as I massaged my oiled pussy and when I opened my eyes she was straddling me pulling on my horny nipples. I stroked her silky legs and enjoyed the sensations racing to my clit at her ministrations to my tits. Her wet cunt was sliding on my thigh as she slowly moved down my body stroking her clit down my oiled leg as she descended to my swollen pussy.

Finally her hot mouth sucked in my hard clit and her firm grip was on my ass as she dove into my slick slit. I fell back flat on my back and lifted my oiled legs into the air and opened them to her eager tongue, she took me to the edge of orgasm in seconds her sharp tongue darted all over my erect clit and swollen lips.

She backed off and came to my mouth and inhaled my eager tongue as her fingers probed my pulsing pussy, my juices flowed as she worked my depths with her fingers stroking deep into my g-spot while her tongue searches my wet mouth.

I shuddered as she races her lips to drink in my flowing orgasm that is erupting from my swollen pussy. She licked and kissed me back to earth as her strong fingers stroked my tummy she took my face in her hands and kissed me passionately staring deep into my eyes our smiles spoke volumes about what we had experienced together.

I tenderly kissed her back as she stood me up and wrapped me in my satin robe. We took our time as she escorted me back to my room.

Stephanie greeted us at my door and smiled, knowing she took my hand and excused the masseuse. We held onto each others hands as the small elegant masseuse slowly wandered off down the hall with her erect nipples being teased by her satin camisole. I smiled to myself, I had turned her on to my body, Stephanie guided me into the room and settled me onto the settee.

I was so fucking horny that I settled back into the cushions and let the robe fall from my breasts and hips. My fingers traveled down my oiled body stroking my breasts and swirling my nipples as I enjoyed the sensations racing to my moist pussy. I finally dove into my hot cunt with my long fingers and fucked my pussy lifting one leg high into the air as I pulled a small orgasm from my body.

She stood watching my lust and held my foot in her hand as the orgasm flooded my fingers. She coached me through this little scene as I screamed out fucking my cunt hard and fast. She bent to my ear kissing my lobe as my quivering body slowed to normal. She told me how incredible I was and that one day she would make love to my pussy and would love to taste my orgasm, her hot breath on my neck made my nipples rigid.

She had to get me ready for next technician; bursa merkez escort she blindfolded me and stripped the satin robe from my arms as I lay back into the settee I heard the door open. Stephanie spoke quietly to my esthetician and I heard her hung and kiss whoever it was then the door closed.

I was breathing hard and very aroused as warm wax flooded my naked thighs. It was applied and removed by expert hands. I tried for some conversation but was getting nowhere. Strong masculine hands pulled my wrists and I was bound to the settee, he kissed my neck and somehow he felt familiar somehow. I gasped as he opened my legs, my ankle was rested on the back of the settee and I just dropped the other to the floor.

Soft smooth hot bubbly cream was spread over my swollen pussy with a soft brush, he intentionally pressed the brush against my hanging clit and swirled it around making my breathing increase and my legs spread just a little farther apart. I was under his spell as he slid the sharp razor over my curving cunt. Reapplying the warm soft cream felt so exquisite before he carefully shaved me squeaky clean from my navel to my ass.

He finally untied my hands, I dove to the clean slippery surface exploring the new sensations my bald cunt sent through my loins. Hot oil began to fall onto my fingers as I explored the smooth textures of my groin. I massaged the oil into my folds exploring my pussy. I was close to having another orgasm when the mask was removed to reveal Bruce dripping oil over his hard cock inches from my mouth.

He slowly stroked his big cock right against my shiny lips as I fucked my aching pussy wishing he would slide that gorgeous cock deep into my pussy. He had other ideas though, he wanted to make sure that my pussy was done right and would have to inspect it with his tongue. I opened my legs to him and held his firm face between my hands directing him right to my hanging clit.

He took it forcefully into his mouth sucking it and slurping up my cum, I cried out as he worked up and down my slit with the hard tip of his tongue spreading the oil up and down my pussy. I was thrashing on the settee as he worked his magic on my aching cunt, cum slowly releasing into his mouth as I flowed from the constant teasing that I was enduring.

He stood and slammed his hard cock deep into my slippery wet pussy. I cam hard as he hit the back of my cunt with his bulging purple head my juices flooded his gorgeous cock. He was ready as well, he held out his soaked cock, I grabbed at him and pushed the big head into my mouth and pulled his orgasm from his body. He pressed himself into me as the flexing orgasm pumped my mouth full of cum. I let the cum fall from my slippery lips and hit my expectant tits, the warm fluid slid down my oiled body as he cried out pumping more of his pleasure onto me.

I slid my fingers through his cum and spread it over my erect nipples, teasing me, while he kissed me passionately as we both slid back from erotic heaven. We held each other looking deep into each others eyes. I smiled and escorted Bruce to a small bed in the corner of the room. We fell into a happy nap entwined into each other bodies carefree and dreaming of the night to come.

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by Alonzo14 (as his alter ego Liz)

In retrospect I think that I was always attracted to women. In high school I always thought the cheerleaders were kind of cute and even a little sexy in those outfits, shaking their pom-poms and turning cartwheels. And I enjoyed looking through my boyfriend’s Playboy. I thought that I just enjoyed looking at beautiful things, including women, but I now realize that I was attracted to them sexually.

When I met Steve, he and I hit it off right away in bed. He knew what to do to get me off and was very good at it. After about two years of marriage, however, I had come to think that something was missing from our sex life. I still enjoyed making love with him, and he continued to bring me to terrific orgasms, but I was haunted by the thought that there should be something more.

Linda was a girl in my office who was about 10 years younger than me. She and I seemed to hit it off and soon we were having lunch together almost everyday. Sometimes when Steve was busy with the boys or off on a business trip, she and I would get together and go to a movie. I enjoyed Linda’s company. She was quite attractive, and as I look back on it now, she was quite attentive to me, touching my arm for emphasis while chatting, giving me a hello hug that lasted just an instant too long, bringing me little trinkets. I really didn’t think anything of it, though.

Well, recently Steve and I got a hot tub which we put in our enclosed porch at the back of our house. I told Linda how Steve and I broke it in by making love in it the first time when used it. She said that she had never been in a hot tub and I told her that she should come over some time to try it out.

A couple of weeks later Steve was away on a business trip. I asked Linda if she wanted to come over for dinner and that escort bayan we could rent a movie or something. She said that that would be fine, but wanted to know if she could try out the hot tub instead. I told her that that would nice.

Linda arrived with a bottle of wine. She was always so thoughtful.

We had a wonderful little dinner and pretty much polished off the bottle as we chatted. Linda seemed in an especially good mood and her smile made me feel good (although I’m sure that the wine didn’t hurt either).

With a gleem in her eye, she asked if we could try out the tub. I told her that she could change into her suit in the guest bathroom while I changed into mine in the bedroom.

“Suit?” she said wickedly. “I didn’t bring one. Aren’t you supposed to use a hot tub naked?”

I was a little surprised at her comment because I was expecting that we would be using swim suits, but I laughed and replied that that was, in fact, the usual dress for its use.

She went into the bathroom and I quickly undressed, put on my robe, made my way to the tub and got it bubbling. I climbed into the tub and let the hot water caress me.

I was a little taken aback when Linda arrived a few minutes later with a white towell wrapped around her.

“Well, here I am, ready or not!” she giggled. And then she removed her towell.

My breath was taken away at her youthful beauty as she climbed into the tub with me. I was a little embarrassed because I felt my nipples stiffen as she laid back to enjoy the water. I hoped that she hadn’t noticed my reaction to her nakedness.

Sitting opposite of each other, we chatted some, and giggled a lot, just like two school girls. Sometimes our toes touched and I think I let out a quiet gasp each time this happened.

What was going görükle escort on inside me? I thought to myself.

Linda began moving closer and closer to me in the tub until we were sitting right next to each other, her shoulder touching mine. She was captivating. Her face angelic. Her smile melting me more than the hot water was.

Without warning she leaned over and kissed me. Not a little girlfriend kiss, but a deep and passionate kiss!

My first reaction was shock, but the taste of her lips on mine soon began to send shivers through me, even though I was sitting in hot water. When she finally broke the kiss off and leaned back away from me, she had such a satisfied look on her face, such an impish look that I leaned forward and kissed her. Not a passionate kiss. Just a sweet little peck on the cheek.

Feeling a little sheepish at what had just occurred, I raised myself up out of the water and sat on the edge of the tub and began drying myself off with a towell. Linda moved over toward me and positioned herself in front of me. She looked up at me as she slowly pushed my knees apart.

I was frozen. I knew what was coming. My heart started to pound. My nipples stiffened. The hair on the back of my neck stood up. Linda kept pushing my legs apart, all the while looking into my eyes. Finally, my pussy was fully exposed to her. Her eyes moved from my eyes to my pussy and she pushed forward until her tongue touched my clit. The electricity of that touch sent shock waves through my body. Her arms reached out along the outside of my thighs and her hands grabbed my butt. Now her tongue was darting inside me!! Oh, my god! What is going on? The ecstacy of her mouth on my now throbbing pussy was too much to bear. I stifled a scream as the first wave of orgasm bursa elit escort washed over me. But Linda didn’t stop there. Her tongue moved expertly in and around my wet pussy, exploring every crease and fold. I grabbed her head and pulled it toward me. Soon I was gasping from my second orgasm!

Steve was good at eating my pussy, but he was nothing compared to Linda. She seemed to know exactly what would send me through the roof. Before she was done I had come four or five times! By now, I was laying back on the ledge around the tub, my heart pounding, my breasts heaving, my pussy dripping.

Looking at her, I saw her mouth and chin damp from my juices and the sight turned me on like never before. I got up and kissed her deeply, tasting my own cum on her lips. I knew at that moment that I had to have her! Pulling her up to me we embraced and I whispered to her that I wanted her to show me how to please her.

The two of us got out of the tub, quickly dried off and made our way to my bedroom where Linda showed me what to do. Oh, my god, her pussy was so sweet. I loved everything about it. The taste, the feel, the smell. How may caresses and kisses made it get so wet that her juices flowed out of her like a river.

Linda and I spent the rest of the evening holding each other. We fondled each others breasts and suckled them gently. Our legs would intertwine, and our pussies would touch, sending more intense sensatons through me. I explored every inch of Linda’s body and she explored mine. I can’t even begin to recount the number of times we each climaxed. I know that this was the piece that was missing from my sex life. This wonderful woman had opened Pandora’s box for me and I couldn’t get enough. And Linda was there to show me. We made sweet gentle love. We had rough sweaty sex. We used our tongues and fingers and even toes to bring each other pleasure.

From that point forward, Linda and I used every excuse to get together. I still love Steve and I still love sex with him, but Linda has given me that extra something that was missing, that special feminine touch.

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Natalya is so beautiful. I often find myself just starring at her. Just watching her do normal things like getting ready to go to class, doing her hair, or getting dressed are a special treat for me. I wonder if she knows just how sexy she is to me. I was watching her get ready for class. She was late and running around, grabbing things and shoving them in her bag. I was glad that I didn’t have to go to class until later that afternoon because I could sit back and watch her.

Even in her flurry of movement, she was exquisite, moving with a kind of grace that amazed me. Her hair was flying as she moved about. She was leaping around in a t-shirt and panties. Her voice was breathy as she spoke to me. She put on some jeans and cute little baby tee, then stopped and looked at me. She was asking me something, but I had gotten a little lost.

“Why are you just looking at me? Help me look for my keys!”

“They’re right by your foot.” I said, laughing. But she didn’t think it was so funny.

“You think I’m funny? I have to be in class in five minutes!”

“Sorry. I just like watching you.”

She softened a bit at that. “Well thank you, sweetie. I gotta go.” She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and ran out.

That night Nat and I went out to a party with a few of our friends. Nat was, as always the center of attention. She was being her wonderful, charming self, and everyone was sucking it up. I stood with my friends Kristy and Lillian. Kristy was saying something about something, but I wasn’t listening. Nat happened to look my way through her group of fans and I caught her eye. She smiled and went back to conversation. Of course, this did not go unnoticed.

“You look bursa sınırsız escort at her like a lion looks at a gazelle or something,” Lillian said, nudging Kristy who agrees.

“What can I say, she’s one hot gazelle.”

“Well, maybe you should wipe the drool off you face because it’s disgusting,” She joked.

By this time, Natalya was making her way over to us.

“Speak of the devil. Nat we were just talking about how Shanise looks at you,” said Kristy.

“And how is that?” asked Natalya.

“Like a hungry wolf. I mean, down girl!”

I didn’t care about the teasing, because I knew that when we left, Natalya would be holding my hand. I just looked at Natalya, thinking that I could indeed spend my life with her and be completely happy. She grabbed my hands wrapped my arms around her waist.

“Well…I like the way she looks at me. I like to look at her too.”

Both Kristy and Lillian gave us a healthy ‘awwwww’ and we started talking about something silly. I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride to have such a wonderful girl in my arms.

The party ended and after grabbing something to eat from IHOP, we all said our goodbyes. On the way home, I couldn’t help but feel Natalya’s eyes on me. I glanced over at her, “What?” I asked.

“Nothing. Just thinking how great you are.” She grabbed my hand and gave it a squeeze.

We got home, and Natalya undressing, getting ready for her shower. I was through with watching. I needed to touch her. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist, breathing her in. I could smell her perfume and shampoo. Her skin was so soft as I ran my hands across her stomach. She leaned her head bursa üniversiteli escort back on my shoulder as I kissed and licked her neck. I could hear breathing a little harder and smiled. I brought my hands around to cup and massage her breasts. She moaned and pushed her ass into my crotch. She felt the strapon I had put on when we came in. Her hand went to her clit, but I wanted this to be slow. I brushed it away and whispered, “Not yet, baby.”

She groaned and said “I want you now.”

I almost lost control. It’s always hard for me to resist her. But, I had a plan and I intended to play it out. She was grinding hard into me, and the base of the dildo was pressing into me. I turned her around and kissed her. She tasted so good. I absolutely love kissing her. I broke the kiss so I could pick her up. She gasped as she wrapped her legs around my waist. I walked to the bed and put her down gently. Slowly I began to unbutton my shirt and pants, enjoying the look of lust on her face. When I got my clothes of, I lay gently on top of her, kissing her passionately. I worked my way down her body stopping at those beautiful breasts, and making sure to stop at that cute little navel. When I got to her mound, I could smell her, and it made my mouth water. I just barely kissed her lips and she screamed out my name, telling me to stop teasing her. By now, it was just as hard for me as it was for her. I dove in, sucking her lips into my mouth, but I want to taste her better. The moment I put my tongue in her, I felt her clamp down on it. I replaced my tongue with a finger while the other hand pinched and pulled her nipples. I could feel she bursa anal yapan escort was on the edge, so I flicked her clit with my tongue before sucking it hard into my mouth. Then I held on, because she started bucking and shaking uncontrollably. She wrapped her legs around my head and I couldn’t hear her scream anymore. I was hungry, lapping all her juices.

When she came down, I was sitting next to her. She always looked wonderful after an orgasm. She opened her eyes and smiled at me, pulling me in for a kiss. Her hand went down my back, and when she grazed past the strap of my harness, she giggled and pulled me on top of her. She gave me a kiss that made me dizzy and said, “I want you in me.” Then, she flipped me over and straddled my hips, the dildo underneath her. I love it when she gets like that, taking what she wants. I was willing to do whatever she wanted.

When she lowered herself on the dick, I couldn’t stop the moan that came from my lips. I watched it disappear, inch by inch into her. She just sat on it, leaning in to kiss me. When I started moving my hips, she gasped and bit her lip, sitting up to ride me harder. I held on to her hips to steady us into a rhythm. She was meeting me trust for thrust. Again, I was struck with how beautiful she is, her eyed thrown back, eyes closed, biting her lip. How did I get this girl to want me?

I flipped her over so I was on top. She opened her eyes and looked straight into mine. I know she could see how much I loved her, because I saw the same thing in hers. We went on like that for what seemed like forever. Then, I came, and she came right behind me.

I pushed her hair out of her face and looked into her eyes. “I love you,” I said.

“I love you, too.” She said giving me a soft kiss.

After she fell asleep, I just watched her. I must have done something right, because this woman made me so happy. I fell asleep and dreamed of her, just as I would for many nights to come.

I hope you enjoyed this installment. As always, feedback is very welcome.

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All characters are over the age of 18. The characters and events present are created from my own overactive imagination and any resemblance to anyone is accidental. This was originally meant as a submission for the Halloween 2019 competition featuring characters from my Nude Day story Friendly Neighbourhood Succubus. However, it ended up taking longer to complete than I had anticipated so I am releasing it now! I hope you enjoy.

***

“Pleeease!” I pleaded.

“No.” She refused.

“Pleaaaasssse!”

“No!”

“Puhleeeaaaasssee?”

Her responses stopped.

“Pretty, pretty, pretty please with a cherry on my nipple!” Lili’s eyes fixed upon me at the sexual turning of the phrase, before turning back to the washing up.

“Not happening.”

“But why!!!” I pleaded.

“Jane! Quit it. It’s not happening because Kass is a friend of mine not just someone for you to use for sex.”

“I’m not just using her for sex!” I cried offended. “It’s tentacle sex Lili! Tentacle sex!” I implored leaning towards her.

Lili turned to me with exaggerated anger her eyes obviously not appreciating my humour, possibly because tentacle sex was far less exotic for her than it was for me, possibly because I was joking about having sex with a very close friend of hers. While her look was mostly exasperation and false anger, the soapy kitchen knife she brandished in my direction forced me to slow down. Noticing my eyes flick to it, she gently placed it down on the counter and turned to me drying her hands, giving the conversation her full attention.

“Jane, you know I don’t mind you have sex with other people. Hell, part of the original contract was me encouraging you into sex with other people.”

“You mean the contract where once a month you requested I do sexual stuff that turns me on so you get to feed off the energy that my horniness generates with your succubussy powers?”

“Yes, that contract.”

“The one which led to us dating after one of your requests was for me to be naked for an entire day and you couldn’t resist me?”

She sighed. “That’s the one.”

“The one we annulled, when we started dating five months ago, because I was willing to do way more than just one thing a month for you and you no longer needed any excuse to get sexual pleasure and relationship assistance…because I started a relationship with a very sexually active succubus?”

Her sigh was deeper this time as she turned away. “Yes, that is the contract I am referring to.”

I leaned into her and pressed my nude form against her. We were always mostly naked in the house when alone, it tends to be easier when you date a demonic woman who can draw out an orgasm from you with a look or hand gesture. Frequent nudity has cut down on the cost of washing clothes considerably and I truly recommend it if you are starting your relationship with a succubic, demonic, paranormal or otherwise otherworldly entity.

With my body against her I continued my pleading, “Lili, we annulled the contract so this could be an equal relationship, so of course I don’t want to do anything you aren’t one hundred percent comfortable with buuuuttt…”

She looked at me with a slightly softer face.

“…but?”

I looked at her sheepishly with my shoulders slightly raised. “…but I would really enjoy it if your friend would tentacle fuck me on Halloween night.”

Lili closed her eyes momentarily. Which hurt. Her eyes really were the window into her heart, more so than most. They were so expressive due to the magical changes that could alter their form and I could always gain some glimmer into what she was thinking when I looked into them. When they fluttered open, she had a resigned look on her face and her eyes were a pale, slowly swirling blue. Not a twinkle like a midnight sea, or a bright Summer sky, they were just pastel blue. I interrupted her before she could speak.

“I don’t like that look. I’m sorry. Forget I said anything. I didn’t mean to upset-“

“No Jane, it is fine-“

“No, no. Ignore it. Forget about it.”

“No Jane. I-“

“I shouldn’t have mentioned it.”

“Jane!” Her irritated expression softened after she accidentally raised her voice in anger.

She composed herself and began again, “Listen, Jane, I know you would really enjoy yourself. It’s a fantasy of yours, I know it is. I’ve seen your dreams remember.” She tapped her finger to my nose as she gazed down at me. “Not to mention your search history.” I blushed deeply in response to that one.

Lili pulled away from me slowly whilst caressing my arms. “And if I am honest, I know Kass would be very willing to have a cute little thing like you at her mercy.” There was a bit of hungry and faraway look in her eyes now as if seeing into the future of a night that me and Kass might spend together.

I blushed but I didn’t want to get my way just because Lili knew I would enjoy it. She had some reservations for this particular instance of sex outside of our relationship for a reason, I was sure. “Tentacle sex is a fantasy for a lot bursa escort of people Lili. I guess I got a little carried away because it actually could be a reality for me. But a fantasy is unrelated to reality normally. If you don’t want me and Kass to get together because of your friendship and our relationship then that is okay. Your friends should be people to me first not just an assortment of supernatural fetishes waiting to happen.”

Lili turned to me with a knowing but compassionate smile and placed a long finger underneath my chin. “So, you’ll never think about Kass’ tentacles again. Even if I invite her for dinner? Never squirm in your chair when she uses one to lift her glass?”

My shiver in response gave me away completely. Lili laughed and went to resume the washing up.

“Oh my dear, that shiver just gave you away completely…” Knew it!

“…If you quiver like that with the thought then maybe I should give you over to her. Tie you down to the kitchen table and turn off all the lights. Invite her in and ease the door open-“

I smacked her arm. “Don’t toy with me.”

“What don’t toy with you like she would?” She smiled over her shoulder at me. “She is incredibly strong you know. And not all of them are slimy. Some are soft, and sensitive. But indeed, some are strong, and firm, and would never lose their grip upon your little frame.”

My mouth salivated. “Stop it!”

I groaned mildly annoyed and I went to swipe at her arm again but a lightning quick hand shot out and held my arm in place.

Sharp nails bit gently into my flesh as she turned toward me once again. Her eyes had that hunger for the future burning in them again. She pushed me back. Her presence forcing me to move far more than any of the strength in her arm.

“Some however, are slippery that is true. Wet and damp. They slither along your body, up and down every limb.”

I gulped. “S- Sounds like you’ve had some experience.” Was my feeble squeak of a reply. My legs hit the sofa before I had even realised we had crossed into the living room. Still she kept coming. A firm leg pressed between mine and her chest kept coming. I bent backwards at her approach, leaning over the sofa’s back.

“Oh, I have. Maybe that is why I am a little concerned about giving you over to her. Not any human worries like jealousy, or concern about an ex, oh no.”

She was leaning over me now with her eyes holding me fixed in position. Eyes burning deep inside me and lips inches from my own. Her knee ground against my suddenly aching crotch as the world behind her melted into inky blackness. Her jet-black wings had emerged from her back and encompassed the entire area around us. They expanded to fill the space as per her wish and I was soon inside a cocoon of her making. All that I could see was the faint outline of her body lit up by the glow of orange rings around her irises. Smooth, curled grey horns protruded from Lili’s head, lit up in the fiery glow of her eyes. They split the shadowy wisps of her deep purple hair and seemed to twist their points towards me.

She had released my hand without me realising and it lay limp at my side. Her free hands climbed up towards me and one reached around to my back as her left clasped my chin, directing my full focus toward her. As though she did not already have it. Black, smoky substance began to trail across my skin and float in front of my eyes.

“No, my dear Jane. I am only worried that once you get a little taste.” She punctuated her word with a lick upon my neck. “Mmm. After that taste, I worry that you won’t be able to break free. I worry that my little lamb will be lost forever.”

“Addicted.” A kiss upon my cheek.

“Obsessed.” Lips placed upon my own and removed just as quick.

“Taken into a covenant you could not hope to escape from.” Her eyes stared into mine, only millimetres away.

“Stolen from me by an eldritch being with power you… cannot… understand.” Her breath alone parted my lips.

“Cum pet.” She commanded.

And so, I did. In the cocoon of her wings and surrounded in her embrace, I orgasmed. With her bronze eyes burning through my soul and her knee pushing deep into my core, I came. My body shattered and exploded with barely a movement on the outside as my mind was flooded with images of nights of passion from the past and those in a future yet possible. A groan poured out of my mouth as my juices flowed down my bare legs and over her own. I gasped and hissed expelling all the air I could from my lungs as if my orgasm required all the space I could afford it.

My eyes snapped open as I sensed the atmosphere change and I blinked to confirm it.

Instead of orange and terrifying eyes staring into my own I was met with swollen, blue irises that surprised me. They seemed to pour into my mind and search out reassurance. Lili pressed her lips into me deeply and kissed me with a passion I was amazed at. Not hunger. Not sexual force common in our young relationship. But that of intense, overwhelming love and caring.

She broke bursa ucuz escort the kiss first and I felt drool fall against my bottom lip and chin. Lili was panting hard, far harder than me despite my recent orgasm.

“I love you Jane. I really, really love you. I want to spend Halloween night with you. I won’t say no to you spending time with Kass but I need to be there with you on Halloween.” She was getting almost frantic now and I could see her eyes dampening.

“I am sorry. You couldn’t be expected to know. Halloween it- it is special for all of us. Supernatural thoughts. They are so heightened during Halloween. The holiday it has become. Millions of people all thinking about you. Your being. Your presence. So many of us feed upon that experience. It’s insane and crazy and overwhelming and… I need-“. Her arms had faltered now and she was no longer controlling me with her arms but using them to steady herself. She was struggling to compose herself but she took a shaky breath.

“I need to be with you on that night.”

The search for approval I saw in her eyes was something I had never seen on her before. She was shaking and her strong form was clinging to me for support.

“You idiot.” I sighed with a smile on my face. She looked up at me in shock. “It means so much to you but you tried not to tell me.” Her lip quivered as she looked at me.

“I’m not going to leave you. Not today. Not on a day that is special to you. Not ever. If I ever go away, I will always, always come back to you. I love you Lili. So, so much.” It was then that she began sobbing into my arms. Light returned to us as her formidable wings dissolved away behind her into nothingness. Her nails returned from the claws they had transformed into and her horns slowly disappeared into the cute little nubs they normally were, hidden beneath her hair.

We stayed for some time like that, in a post-orgasmic — turned intimately tearful embrace. The swell of her shuddery breaths pushed her chest into mine until they gradually calmed their rhythm. Her sniffs calmed after she made a tissue fly from the box across the room to dab her eyes and nose. Her dark eye makeup was miraculously returning to an unsmeared state and I started to feel a comical sense of jealousy at the speed of her recovery from that emotional release. She would barely need to wash her face. She did struggle to work up the strength of her voice after her sobs but gradually, it returned.

“About Halloween…sniff about Kass.”

“Forget it Lili. Don’t worry-“

“No, no. I want it. I want it.” She pleaded.

“Lili..!” I tried to interrupt.

“But I will be there too.”

That stopped me for a moment.

“A-are you sure?”

“Jane. Halloween is when my power and Kass’ power will be at it utmost. It will be overwhelming for a human to experience being near us. Your mind will melt and refuse every few seconds.”

“Um…well that-” I stammered; equal parts happy to see the light return to Lili’s eyes as she looked up to me with a slightly meek smile but also mildly concerned by the content of her speech.

“The absolute height of our power. Filled to the brim with power. Of course, using it all would bring about Armageddon…” She trailed off for a second while looking into the middle distance. “…but a fraction of our powers…that wouldn’t be too bad.” She mused while returning her eyes to me.

“You can bring about Armageddon?”

“Um, Kass and I can but that is not important.”

“I dunno. This feels pretty important to me-“

“The rise in the media’s portrayal of succubi and tentacle equipped creatures really has had an impact but I have not had a chance to test it fully.”

“You just said testing it fully would bring the end of the world so maybe we don’t-“

“Nonsense, I said Armageddon not the end of the world but that is hardly a concern.”

“You realise I live here on Earth, it is a concern-“

“Oh, my lord, you are going to break. It will be awesome!”

“Lili can we go back to saying how we love each other and will never hurt each other?”

She looked deep into me. Her eyes still a little puffy but a renewed life burned distantly behind her them. “Don’t worry lover. Me and Kass’ power will be so incredible we will be sure to put you back together, good as new. More or less.”

“More or less? Wait Lili!” I cried as she pulled me towards the bedroom obviously becoming rapidly aroused by the frankly terrifying idea, she seemed to have concocted.

Laughing she turned back to me. “Oh, I think I am starting to get excited too Jane. This Halloween is going to be sooooo much fun!”

***

Being offered a threesome with your girlfriend and her friend is a surprising thing to be sure. Being told that on one particular night of the year, your supernatural girlfriend and her tentacle monster friend may gain the power to cause the end of the world is straying into slightly more alarming, rather than surprising, territory.

Being offered a threesome with bursa elit escort said demonic girlfriend and said tentacled friend on a night where their power is so intense they could cause the end of the world, while being assured that this power will be channelled into your body during said threesome… is more than a little panic inducing.

Am I ashamed that I had sex directly following that offer without questioning it further? Maybe a little.

Would anyone else have maintained rational thought while a succubus dragged them to the bedroom after offering a mind-blowing threesome with someone who fulfils a very intimate kink you have? I would say no, so don’t judge me.

Lili was not forthcoming with much information over the next week in the lead up to Halloween but I knew she had spoken to Kass. Since there was no talk of a change in plans, I was sure that Lili’s adaptation of my original plan was being put into effect. I was going to be involved in a threesome with my succubus girlfriend and her tentacled old flame.

Yeah that did make me a bit wary. Lili had hinted before that her and Kass had been together, although she had been vague about their relationship and I hadn’t pushed it. Since I made my request however, Lili had been more forthcoming.

Kass and Lili had never entered into a romantic relationship. Instead they had experienced several centuries being sexually active with each other in a way no mortal could ever contend with. Almost more intimidating than her just being her ex-girlfriend, right?

How was I supposed to compare to some kind of eldritch being in the bedroom? What was to stop Kass and Lili wearing me out on the first round and then spending another few centuries lovemaking while I was left to sneak out the door? That said, how did I even compare now to Kass?

I thought of myself as relatively plain even in the mortal world, how could I hold a candle to a being from Lili’s realm? I occasionally had thoughts about Lili’s past, and about how I was a really just a blink of the eye of her life. Lili did not have an infinite lifespan, but I knew that she had existed since before humanity and would likely outlast it. I spent that pre-Halloween week concerned that Lili was seriously lacking fulfilment due to my lack of any superhuman ability.

I dwelled on these thoughts even more due to the lack of contact with Lili through that week. She had to work extra shifts (yes she has a job, she wanted to pay rent) to get the time off for Halloween, which irritatingly landed in the middle of the week. We had both booked the Thursday of Halloween and the Friday following it. Lili had been very serious when she told me I would need the entire weekend free and even then, I may not be fully recovered come Monday. I was never truly ready for Mondays but Lili’s seriousness made be believe this would be different from a hangover.

“You said you would put me back together again good as new right? I mean what are you actually going to do to me?” I had responded to her.

“Putting you back together is not the same as removing any damage.” She claimed, urging me to understand the workings of her incomprehensible magical world. “We are going to bring your experience to another plain of existence Jane! And we will not be wiping your memory of it afterwards. We can easily repair you physically but you’re going to need a long time to recover from such an incredible experience. I am actually rather jealous. The power gap between me and Kass is high but nothing like the gap between the two of us and you.”

She framed it as a glorious thing with twinkles in her eyes but once again all I heard was separation. I wasn’t on their level. That was clear and plain to see and the admiration for Kass that I heard in Lili’s voice wounded me further. As the day before Halloween arrived my thoughts had darkened so much. I was millimetres from calling it off. Cancelling what I myself had asked for.

I had started to feel hypocritical. A week ago, I was begging Lili to give me my kinky time with her friend but now I would be getting a threesome including my girlfriend I was worried I would be left out?

I had resolved that going ahead with it would be for the best regardless of the outcome. When I inevitably couldn’t keep up with the two otherworldly beings I dared inhabit a bed with, it might just expose some of the issues with mine and Lili’s relationship. Was that what I wanted? To be proven right? To be proven inadequate?

Staring into the mirror I nearly tussled my neatly curled, relatively-recently-dyed-blonde hair in frustration but it had taken half an hour to style. I was upset but I wasn’t about to ruin the time I was taking to get ready for this terrifying night.

I heard a short knock at the door. I called for her to enter and pulled my towel tighter around my body. Lili entered holding a little paper bag. I knew what it was.

Lili had informed me she had prepared my costume half-way through the week and now she pranced into the bedroom carrying it. She stood naked and with her horns slightly showing, her face shining. Gently she pulled the outfit out of the bag and held out in her arms in front of her. Despite her many years of life, her immaturity in demonic time scales showed as she stood like a proud child about to say “Ta-da!”. She grinned excitedly at my reaction.

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When I was younger we lived in a small town that hosted the county fair. My parents would take my little sister and I to see the animals, ride the various amusements, and to see the homemade items that county fairs are famous for. We looked at all the huge vegetables, the quilts, canned foods and knick knacks but my favorites were the animals. We didn’t have the room for any farm creatures where we lived so the closest I could get was the fair.

I loved walking through the animal barns, the sheep, pigs, cows, rabbits, goats all were so cute and clean. I knew we could never get one but I dreamt about it anyway. My parents wanted us exposed to animals and to know where our food came from. I didn’t want to believe that one of those little cuties could eventually be on our dinner table but, sadly it was a fact.

As I got older the animal barns slowly lost their appeal, that is until the year I turned 18. Maggie, my younger sister had already turned 17 and was looking forward to moving into my old room because I was heading off to college in the Fall.

The fair was in June right after graduation; Maggie and I went one last time to please our parents. She had lost interest too. She was more concerned about her friends, cute guys and when I was going to get my stuff out of her new room. I was waiting for college to begin and in no big hurry to box up my things. I had broken up with my boyfriend after prom because he couldn’t handle a long distance relationship.

We were walking around one of the show rings marveling at the Hereford bulls who almost looked like giant stuffed animals. We stood watching them being paraded around in front of the judges all dolled up, so clean and neat. I made a comment about kids not knowing anything about being a cowboy. Well, much to my embarrassment a woman leading a horse over heard me.

“Young lady you have no idea what it takes to be a cowboy. Look at you, all nicely dressed, clean as can be. I bet you’ve never been within ten feet of a farm or ranch.”

I stood there dumbfounded, she was right. “Yes, ma’am you’re right. I’m sorry. I apologize.”

A wry smile appeared as her tone lightened. “If you want to see a tiny bit of what it takes to get these animals ready you can follow me and I’ll show you.”

I looked at my parents and Maggie to see if they would help me out. They stood there enjoying my predicament.

She offered her hand, escort bayan “My name is Jolene. I run the Circle J ranch about ten miles from town. This is Cinnamon one of my quarter horses.”

I took it, looking her in the eyes, “My name is Christine. This is my sister Maggie. These are our parents, Bill and Cynthia. I’m pleased to meet you. I’d love to see your horses.”

She shook hands with everyone then led us through the show area to her stall. She put Cinnamon away then proceeded to show us all the equipment and supplies she used to get her horses ready. We were all amazed at what was involved.

“Would you like to brush Cinnamon?” She asked, knowing I’d accept the challenge.

“I’d love to, he’s so pretty.”

“Can I too?” Maggie replied with a bit more enthusiasm than me.

“Of course you both can. Cinnamon is a girl or mare.” She grinned.

“Oh, okay.” I blushed.

She handed me the brush. Taking my hand in hers, she showed me how to groom . She spoke to Cinnamon the entire time, telling her how pretty she was. I almost had the feeling she was talking to me too. We brushed for a minute or two then it was Maggie’s turn.

Maggie was excited, she loved horses. Jolene picked up on that, spending more time with her. She introduced her other two horses and let us brush them down. She asked if our parents wanted to try but they declined. After about thirty minutes we had completed the brushing.

“So, now you know a tiny bit of what it takes. What do you think?” Jolene paused.

“You’re right. I didn’t have a clue. Thanks for showing us. I’ll think a bit more about what I say before saying it.”

“I’m glad you learned something, Christine. If you and Maggie want to know more I could use a couple of part time groomers. I can’t pay you but I’ll trade you riding time for your efforts. That’s if it’s okay with your parents.”

Maggie looked at me with the same thought in mind, heck yes! We just needed to get mom and dad to let us use the car since my old clunker was being repaired, again.

Dad responded, “Thank you for the offer, we’ll think about it.”

“I understand, here’s my business card. Feel free to drop by and look around. I will need you to sign a liability waiver.”

Dad took the card thanking Jolene for the offer. The rest of the day we kept bringing up how nice it would be to learn to ride. I think mom and dad agreed to let us try just to shut us up.

When we got home dad called Jolene to set a day and time to look around. görükle escort About a week later, we drove out to Jolene’s place. Mom and dad wanted to see what her place looked like and what we were going to do. Jolene had them sign the waivers. Dad was a bit reluctant but mom made sure he signed. Since school was out we started the next day. I drove us out early so Jolene could instruct us then get on with her business.

June went quickly; the weather warmed making the days out in the country very pleasant. We seemed to be going out to Jolene’s more frequently than we had planned. We bought ourselves cowboy boots after mom complained about horse poop on our tennis shoes. Jolene took us to a store that specialized in western wear owned by a woman she knew so we would get a good price. She showed us the various styles, some for show and some for actual work. She watched as we both tried various boots on giggling when we walked in them for the first time. She and the owner whispered to each other resulting in more giggles.

We got some jeans that fit really snug. Jolene had us try on quite a few pair, commenting again while we modeled. They told us they needed to be snug but not too tight. We seemed to try on more pairs than we really needed to. I felt like some should have been painted on since I had to hold my breath to get the zipper to go up. The store owner threw in a blouse for each of us, which of course we modeled with our selected pants.

When they were finally satisfied with our new “cowgirl” look we headed back to Jolene’s to get everything dirty. Mom was glad we had those clothes; she washed them separately at the laundromat so they wouldn’t foul up her washer. We ended up going back and getting three sets to ease mom’s trips washing them.

I guess it was July Jolene started to get a bit “friendlier”. She’d hang out in the morning a bit longer, watching us work with the horses, commenting on how we were doing. She’d bring us snacks, pausing to talk with us while we ate. Every once in a while she’d tell us not to bring a lunch because she’d made something for her dinner and she’d made too much. We’d go to the the “bunk house” where she’d bring in a Dutch oven or some other pot that always had something delicious in it. We’d eat, talk, and giggle as we ate, taking way more time than we normally did. She seemed to enjoy being around us as much as we enjoyed her cooking and being around her.

She hadn’t given us any riding lessons to this point. We bursa elit escort were both starting to grumble a bit during those lunches. Prior to us leaving one day she suggested we start riding. That made our day. I got that heart racing rush that comes over you when you wake up Christmas morning to open your presents. We both hardly slept that night anxious to reap the rewards of our hard work.

The next morning, did our chores anxiously awaiting for Jolene to keep her promise. She came out with a big grin on her face, dressed in her grubby jeans and boots, her long hair tied back. We walked over to the stalls with our anxiousness in full view. Patiently, she explained the finer points of saddling up her babies. We went into the barn and grabbed the tack as she monitored us. We led the horses out into the corral to prepare them for riding. We did as instructed one at a time, Jolene’s hands guiding us as we synched, tightened, loosened then did it all again. When I’d first met Jolene I noticed how rough her hands seemed to be. When she was helping us her hands actually felt very soft but strong. I know it’s a strange feeling but I enjoyed her guidance. She was very patient with us both, gently correcting us when we’d miss something or put something on wrong. She took turns with Maggie and I so she could focus on what we were doing. We both kidded each other about our mistakes. Jolene reminded us we’re learning. It’s okay to make a mistake when you haven’t done something before.

At last when she was satisfied we had it right we lead the two out. Jolene helped boost each of us into the saddle, her firm hand on my tush pushing me up felt odd but nice at the same time. Our first time all we did was trot around the corral. We learned how to sit, turn and get them to start and stop. It wasn’t a lot of fun but we were on horses and that’s why we were there. I got to ride Cinnamon.

Jolene watched from the ground as we took turns showing her we had mastered the commands. She offered pointers, smiling with the rapid progress two “city girls” made with her beloved mares. The whole episode took a couple of hours, it didn’t seem that long. When we were done we put everything away and brushed our mounts with a new respect and admiration.

Jolene commended us on being quick studies. She told us she’d taught a few girls in the past with more knowledge than we had but, they hadn’t advanced to riding around like we did. With the horses and tack were put away, Jolene hugged us good bye, congratulating us on our accomplishments. We beamed as we thanked her for letting us ride. She promised she’d let us ride more frequently. She commented that she should have done that some time ago if she’d known we’d be so good at it. We told her it was because we had a good teacher. Her face lit up with pride.

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After Tammy’s orgasm subsided she talked quietly for a while with Sandy, nervously trying to build the courage to reciprocate. After a while Sandy began to sense there was a problem and asked, “Tammy what’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong, everything is fine.”

“No, you’ve seemed to suddenly clam up. If you’re not comfortable doing this…”

“No, it’s not that, it’s just that… ah,” Tammy paused.

“What is it Tammy?”

“I’ve never done anything like that, I’ve never done anything like any of this before.”

“That doesn’t matter Tammy, I like what you are doing, how you’re doing it.”

“But you made me feel so good, I don’t know if I can do that for you,” Tammy said, blinking her eyes fighting the tears.

“But you already have Tammy, you already have. Don’t you see that?”

“But how do I…”

“Look, you know what feels good to you right?”

“Yeah.”

“Well, most likely it will feel good for me, that’s what I do, I simply think of what might feel good for me and then I do it to you.”

“You mean you haven’t…”

“Not with another woman. I did have a guy go down on me and well, I basically learned what not to do. But with you I just tried to be gentle and imagined what might feel good with me.”

“What bursa eskort about the taste?”

“The taste?”

“Yes, from me.”

“Haven’t you ever tasted yourself?”

“No, have you?”

Sandy nodded, “Yes.”

“When?”

“I was masturbating, thinking about someone going down on me. I got my fingers wet and tasted it, it wasn’t bad, kind of a turn on at the time. You want to taste yourself?” she asked raising her finger up to Tammy’s mouth. When Tammy stuck out her tongue Sandy said, “Come on Tammy, put it in your mouth to taste it.”

Tammy daintily opened her mouth and then closed it over Sandy’s fingers. Sandy watched her eyes blink and said, “It’s kind of tangy.”

“Yeah, a bit surprising. Not really bad.”

“I liked it,” Sandy said, “It turned me on tasting you.”

Tammy leaned over to Sandy and kissed her on the lips. While they kissed she reached down to Sandy’s bikini bottoms. She then pulled them down as Sandy lifted her hips letting her slide the suit down her thighs and then completely off of her. Sandy leaned back and opened her legs.

She felt a shiver run through her body as Tammy reached her hands under her legs and then began kissing her inner thigh. As Tammy moved bursa bayan escort down her thigh kissing and licking her smooth skin Sandy could feel her moist breath on the delicate skin around her pussy. Suddenly she felt the lightest touch of Tammy’s lips on her pussy.

Then she felt her tongue quickly slide into her cunt and then shyly withdraw. Tammy’s tongue pressed into her again, this time more boldly circling inside her before withdrawing. Sandy then felt her tongue move upwards to her clit. The tongue slid over her clit very slowly, but began moving faster and faster, just barely touching the sensitive nub.

At first the light touch was a bit annoying for Sandy as she wanted more stimulation, but after a few moments it began to heighten her sensitivity. She started lifting her hips, moving them in big circles, trying to feel more. It was driving her crazy and she gasped for breath as slowly, ever so slowly she felt something building inside her. Sandy could feel her hands trembling and she was pumping her hips up and down, when ever so slowly it built the tension, the pleasure grew, more and more until… until… until… until oh God, oh God, she screamed “Oh Tammy, yes, yes.”

Suddenly bursa ucuz escort Tammy sucked Sandy’s clit in between her lips running her tongue firmly in circles over it, again and again. The incredible sensation suddenly exploded and Sandy came as she moaned loudly, arching her back and pushing her pussy against Tammy’s face. Then she collapsed, the tension suddenly leaving her body as she began crying, “Oh Tammy, oh God Tammy.”

Tammy rose up from between her legs and asked meekly, “Sandy, are you okay?”

“Of course I am, come here you,” she said, grabbing Tammy and pulling her into her arms. “It was so beautiful,” she whispered into Tammy’s ear, “I never knew it could be so good.”

“You scared me for a second there,” Tammy said, “Especially when you screamed.”

“How loud was I?” Sandy asked.

“Pretty loud,” Tammy replied.

“Could they have heard us?”

“I don’t know.”

“We better get dressed, just in case.”

They quickly pulled on their bathing suits and blouses and then peeked out of the cabin. Not seeing anyone around, they slipped out of the cabin and then walked out to the water. Looking down the beach they saw the campfire with their friends sitting around it. As they wandered back they both wondered what the future might hold for them. Obviously they couldn’t act like lovers, hell it was a time of free love but the people around them weren’t ready for that free of a love. They wondered if a time would come where they could hold hands and walk down a beach without fear. They wondered…

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You didn’t mean for it to happen. Well you probably did, but you wouldn’t admit it. You were traveling for work in Seattle and were in a bar one night. You were talking to this beautiful woman. She was quite a bit taller than you, probably 5-7. She had a very nice fit body, she obviously worked out a lot. Her clothes were professional, tight and stylish and you could tell her breasts were full and firm, but not nearly as large as yours, she was a healthy C cup. Her hair was long and perfectly styled mostly dark brunette with slight blond streaks, and she was very tan. She was a couple years older than you, very charming and very authoritative. “Hi, my name is Rachael.” She bought you a couple drinks and you got the distinct impression she was hitting on you. You were flirting pretty hard and encouraging her. You excused yourself and a little drunk called home and asked if I minded if you had sex with her. I of course enthusiastically agreed. You went back to the bar she bought you a few more drinks and when she invited you back to her apartment you quickly agreed and off you went.

You both flirted the whole way. Once there she proceeded to slowly take off your clothes and slowly kiss you. She teased and gently played with you and you made love in a very tender way. She spent a long time slowly sucking on your nipples and sucking on your tongue. You both came and fell asleep. This is not your first lesbian experience and it was good if not great. But something about Rachael really turned you on and you wanted more. You left in the morning before she got up, but you left her your number.

A week later you made a trip to Seattle you did not have to make in hopes you would see her again. But when you got there she didn’t return your messages and she didn’t show up at the same bar. You went back to the hotel and played with yourself. You came hard thinking about your previous encounter, but the next day as you went to the airport and were sad you did not see her. You sat in the airport bar and waited for your flight. “Going, home so soon?” You were so excited to see her, you grabbed her hand and went to the airline counter and changed your flight to the next day. Before you knew it you are in the back of a cab and you are kissing wildly like teenagers. She grabs your tits and rubs your clit through your underwear. You come in the cab loudly as the driver almost runs off the road trying to watch you and the road at the same time.

You get to her apartment complex and board the elevator with several other people. Slightly embarrassed after your display in front of the cab driver you stand in the back of the elevator and keep your hands to yourself. She is behind you and as the elevator starts to rise you feel her lift the back of your skirt and skillfully move your underwear aside. No one can see and you muffle a sigh. She inserts two fingers in your still very wet pussy and then slides them out sopping wet. She reaches around and puts them in your mouth and you taste the juices. A woman in the front of the elevator turns to look, but Rachael quickly removed her fingers from your mouth and you try to act nonchalant. The woman sees nothing, but is suspicious. One by one the people get off the elevator until you are the last two. As the door closes and you are alone she pulls you close and kisses you hard.

You finally reach her floor and run down the hall and into her apartment. She throws bursa escort you on the bed and rips off your clothes. She attacks your mouth, breasts and pussy with her mouth and soon you come again. She then gets up leaves the room and comes back with the largest strap on you have ever seen. Without saying a word she throws you on your back, lifts your legs back and thrusts the cock deep inside you. You moan “fuck me”, and she does for 30 hard minutes. She throws your body into several positions – she fucks you from behind, she fucks you with you on top and she fucks you on your back. After a long pounding she pulls you to your knees, pins your hands behind your back, grabs your hair and shoves the sopping wet cock in your mouth. She commands you to beg her to fuck your mouth and you do.

After another 10 minutes she commands you back on the bed and tells you to touch yourself which you gladly do. You are about to come for the third time tonight. She un belts the strap on and casts it aside. She lowers her very wet pussy onto your mouth and grinds it into your face. You come the instant you taste her juices and she continues to grind her cleanly shaven pussy lips on to your lips and tongue. She lets out a long loud moan as she starts to come and he juices flow down your cheeks. After a long time she relaxes and dismounts and kisses you hard as she licks your face and mouth clean. You kiss for a long time until you both fade off to sleep in exhaustion. It has been 6 hours since you saw her in the airport bar. You awake and she is gone. You reminisce about the night before and admit as much as you loved the first tender night, you came much more and much harder when she took control and fucked you.

Over the next couple of months you made several trips to Seattle and she even met you in a couple of other cities on the road. Most nights were similar in that you would meet somewhere in public, she would flirt and hit on you and touch you when no one was looking. After hours of this mental foreplay you would head back to her place or your hotel and she would take charge and fuck you hard. You always came multiple times. Even though the pattern was familiar she always moved you around in different ways and kept it interesting.

One night you drunkenly admitted you kind of liked anal. She started by lubricating you all over and you were on fire in anticipation. She slowly and gently penetrated you and you gasped at the feeling. She went slow at first and kept adding lube, but soon your pussy was so wet the juices were dripping down and lubricating the whole area. She started to faster and deeper. You asked her to stop, but then begged her for more. Soon she was pounding you and you spread wide open. She kept pounding you deeper and deeper the pain mixed with pleasure and you screamed in climax. Even though you had just admitted it, you had been fantasizing about her doing this to you for weeks. From that night on she would frequently take you that way, though not always, but when she did you always came hard. But then you always came hard and frequently when you were with Rachael.

On one trip you asked her “why do you always fuck me, how come I never get to fuck you”.

She explained “the hot one is always the one who gets fucked, that is just how it is.”

And so it was. You may put a few fingers in her as you went down on her. But she would fuck you with her whole hand bursa escort bayan or a whole assortment of dildos and you never, ever got to wear the strap on – she fucked you, you sucked the juices off, and that was that. And you had to admit you liked it better that way anyway. Rachael was very attractive, but you loved the fact that YOU were the hot one.

On one trip to Denver you were supposed to meet up and somehow through a series of mishaps you kept missing each other. Then on your next trip to Seattle you did not have time to meet her and she left you a few angry texts. The following week you made another excuse to go and this time she met you for dinner and she had a friend with her. Her friend could have been your twin – she was blonde with large breasts and a beautiful face. Rachael introduces her as Cindy. At dinner Rachael is obviously pissed at you and spends a lot of time flirting with Cindy in blatant attempt to make you jealous and it is working. But you all eat and drink and when Rachael suggests it is time to go you get in the cab back to her apartment but this time there is only tension as your ride.

The elevator ride is also uneventful and when you enter the familiar apartment, you are not quite sure what you have gotten yourself into. You walk in and she asks you to sit on the bed while Cindy gets you all some wine. Rachael is acting quite different then your normal encounters. But she is still very much in charge of both you and Cindy. There is plenty of tension, but not the normal sexual urgency and no discussion at all of the situation. As you all sip your wine and make idle small talk Rachael starts to unbutton Cindy’s blouse exposing her large beautiful breasts and then undoes yours. Cindy then takes off her skirt and underwear and you instinctively do the same. But you are nervous, there has been no discussion of what is about to happen. Rachael still fully dressed is looking at you and Cindy both fully naked and without saying a word nudges Cindy towards you. She seems as apprehensive and unsure as you are but when her lips touch yours that all disappears as you both enjoy a long deep wet kiss.

Rachael is just watching but Cindy is now full of excitement as she starts to suck on your nipples and makes her way down to your soaking wet clit. Your eyes are locked with Rachael as she watches Cindy lick you expertly and you come quickly and loudly. Your eyes never leave Rachael’ as you moan in pleasure. Cindy kisses you as you taste your juices and are anxious to return the favor, but Rachael steps in and says “not yet.” She commands you both on your backs and you both obey. Cindy is playing with herself now and instinctively you start to do the same. Rachael watches you both for some time as she removes her clothes and attaches her now familiar strap on. You swell with anticipation as she walks towards you but are disappointed and surprisingly jealous when she throws back Cindy’s legs the way she normally does to you. You reach out for her or Cindy as they are just inches away from you but she swats your hand away and says “not yet, watch and touch yourself” and you do as you are told.

She fucks Cindy for 20 minutes and Cindy comes multiple times. She is tossing Cindy around in all the familiar ways and you writhe with anticipation as you watch Cindy get fucked in all the ways you normally do. Now your jealously bursa merkez escort has given way to desire and you make several attempts to join in, but always get denied with a stern “not yet” Finally as she is fucking her doggy style just inches away from you, you can see Cindy start to come again – but this time Rachael grabs her hair and forces her mouth down on your pussy. You and Cindy both start to come loudly, Cindy’s screams muffled as her face is buried in between your legs and suddenly your screams are muffled too as Rachael forces her Cindy juice soaked cock into your mouth. You moan with delight as your finally taste Cindy’s juices as Rachael fucks your mouth hard. She then flips you over on all fours and mounts your from behind and you are finally able to bury your lips into Cindy pussy which you have been wanting to do since the moment she kissed you. Cindy comes almost instantly but you continue to bury your tongue into her deeper as Rachael pounds you from behind for a good twenty minutes. Then Rachael pulls out and Cindy slowly licks your juices off her cock as you watch with envy. Her eyes locked on yours.

Rachael then lays you on your back and directs you to stick out your tongue and lift your breast to your own lips. You lick your own nipple as Rachael and Cindy watch. You intently watch them as they intently watch you. After several minutes of them enjoying the show of you licking and sucking your own nipples, Cindy joins in and you and her dart your tongues together kissing over your nipple. The combination of your tongues kissing and brushing your nipple is driving you wild. Then Rachael joins in and the three tongues dance over each other and your nipples and you are on fire again. The vision is as erotic as the physical sensation and your pussy drips with desire for more.

Rachael leaves the room and comes back with another strap on. She commands Cindy to stand up and she proceeds to put it on her. Rachael commands you to all fours and has Cindy stand in front of you. Cindy grabs the back of your hair and shoves her cock into your mouth – you are adjusting to her intensity when you fell Rachael enter your pussy from behind. Rachael then switches positions with Cindy and they proceed to share your mouth in pussy in a variety of ways moving you around every three minutes or so. There is always something in your mouth. One of the two cocks, a nipple, Cindy’s pussy. Everything but Rachael’s pussy and you long for it. But before she gives it to you she has one more thing she wants.

Rachael Lies on her back and calls you over – she lubes up her cock and then maneuvers you over her. She then lubes you and then lowers you onto her large cock penetrating you anally. You are about to come again when Rachael directs Cindy to come over an insert her cock in your pussy. They both pound you hard and deep as they double penetrate you. You senses are over whelmed as you are stretched in both holes. Cindy then removes her cock and puts it in your mouth and your pussy juices again flood our mouth. Rachael continues to fuck you and you moan for the last time.

Both girls pull out of you and remove their strap ons as you quiver on the bed. Finally Rachael lowers her pussy on to your face -the one thing you have not had all night is now right where you want it to be as Rachael grinds her face into your mouth you feel Cindy’s tongue as well as you and Cindy fight your tongues over Rachael’s clit and she finally comes. You are very happy, clearly even with adding Cindy to the mix, you are still very much the hot one.

You all collapse in exhaustion and sleep – when you awake both girls are gone and you are physically and emotionally spent.

To be continued…

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It was the kind of night when all you wanted to do was curl up on the sofa and watch a movie or read a romantic story. Outside the wind and the rain was pounding the house which was creaking and groaning like an old man trying to make a mad dash to the bathroom. But this house was, while very old, was solid and secure and nothing would damage it except perhaps a hurricane, but the building was several hundred miles inland and far from the paths of hurricanes. And that was the way Lacy liked it. She had grown up on the Louisiana coast and in her youth she had been through at least a dozen of the killer storms.

So upon finishing her PhD she moved inland, far from those kinds of storms. At the beginning of her final year of college she began researching where her new skills would take her and would she be able to find the kind of house she was looking for? Half way through her senior year she landed an interview at a promising company, except it was in a small town, that is, a population of about a hundred thousand souls. The job was as close to what she wanted and flying out for the interview cinched it for her. She’d do whatever she had to get the job, but on the return trip they hadn’t made a decision yet and she was becoming a nervous wreck hoping the job was hers. Right after the interview she spent a couple of days driving around the town looking for a house.

There were several houses for sale but almost all of them were either new construction or small and run down, neither of which she’d even consider. On the last day she stopped at a real estate office and talked to the agent who immediately became sympathetic to Lacy’s problem. Yes, she had the exact home that Lacy was looking for and getting in her car the two women drove some ten miles into the country. It was a lovely road, paved and lined with trees and they could hear the birds singing. There must have been a million of them and the symphony was magnificent. Already Lacy was in love with the place.

The house was at the end of a mile long lane lined with poplar trees on both sides. The real estate agent, Karen, said they were there as a wind break, same with the ones around the house. As them came out of the lane and onto the circular drive Lacy gasped. The house was an old victorian and the yard was landscaped, probably by a professional. The two-story building had all the requisite gingerbread lace and huge wrap around porch. Alighting from car they walked around the house, the back yard was also landscaped and beautiful. They had left a large expanse of grass but around it were stone and brick paths with flower beds and rock gardens. It was more than Lacy could hope for, but already her heart was sinking, she’d never be able to put a down payment on this place. Karen told her not to think about that yet. But that’s all Lacy could think about.

Karen opened the front door and Lacy nearly fainted, the front hall was right out of the Architectural Digest, it was beautiful. Karen said that all the fixtures were original but had been up-dated for electricity. There were window seats in unexpected places, and the built in book cases and cabinets were all of a dark wood. The kitchen still had the old icebox that lined one wall. The doors were of glass and they stood nearly six feet tall. Someone had re-done the plumbing so that they could run on electricity instead of ice. There was a huge fireplace in the kitchen that had once been the sole source for cooking and keeping the room warm.

The tour of the house took them nearly three hours, Lacy kept going back to look at different features. Finally, exhausted, she collapsed on a window seat in what was probably the sitting room.

“Well, are you totally in love?” Karen asked her.

“I can’t tell you how much!”

“As you can see it’s been sitting empty for some time now, but a little elbow grease and good soap, you can have it to rights soon enough.”

“Oh yes, I know, but right now all I can think of is will this job, if I get it, pay enough to afford this place?”

“Lets go back to the office and go over the paperwork, then you’ll have a better idea of what you can afford.”

And bursa escort so they returned to her office, chatting during the short drive, and once in the office Karen sat next to Lacy, hips touching, and she slowly and carefully went over the whole process. For Lacy it was somewhat disconcerting because Karen was constantly finding ways to touch her and her eye contact said more than Lacy was used to, at least coming from a woman. But by the time they finished the young woman was comfortable with the agent and accepted an invitation to dinner.

The town offered some excellent restaurants and Karen picked one that was small and cozy with dim lights and white tablecloths that fell to the floor. The table was small and intimate, not something Lacy would have chosen to bring even her most intimate girlfriend. The meal went on for nearly three hours which included two bottles of wine and the best food Lacy had ever eaten. When the bill came Karen insisted on paying the whole of it. “After all, this is considered a business dinner, so the company will pick up the tab. Very convenient!”

“Thank you so much. I can’t say when I’ve had a better meal, however the wine has left me a little light headed … or is it empty headed?” They laughed at her joke but as it turned out it wasn’t really a joke, Lacy was pretty unsteady on her legs and Karen held her arm as they left the building. Whether Lacy noticed or not she didn’t say anything or react when Karen’s hand or arm brushed against her breasts. Piling her into the front seat of her car, Karen managed it so that Lacy’s skirt rode to the top of her nylons and for just a moment she was able to touch the girl’s breast. Settled into the seat Karen helped her with her seatbelt, pressing her breast against the side of Lacy’s face. Neither one of them thought to pull Lacy’s skirt down to a more modest level.

As they drove Lacy would begin to nod off then moments later jerk herself up right but finally she dozed and hardly woke when the car stopped. In getting Lacy out of the car Karen got a bit more bold and while releasing the seatbelt she held Lacy’s left tit, feeling it’s firmness and squeezing the nipple through the thin blouse and bra. Lacy touched Karen’s hand but couldn’t seem to decide whether to remove it from her breast. But a second later Karen removed it herself and helped the girl out of the car, again, not bothering with the skirt.

In the house Lacy was close to passing out so Karen helped her upstairs and to her bedroom. She lay Lacy on the bed and began to undress her. She got the shoes off and then sliding her hands up the outside of Lacy’s legs she slowly made her way to the top of the nylons to open the snaps that held them up. One at a time she slowly peeled the stockings off then lowering the zipper she pulled off the skirt and the sight of Lacy’s thong and garter belt took her breath away. The thong had worked its way between Lacy’s pussy lips and it was that vision of loveliness the opened Karen’s own flood gates.

Not wanting to disturb that vision she sat on the bed at the girl’s shoulder and slowly opened the buttons of her blouse and when they were all open she pulled it back and lifting Lacy as gently as she could, she removed her blouse. Her bra was barely a cover, it was a half bra, black lace that matching the thong, and half her nipples were peeking over the top.

Standing, and while taking in every inch of Lacy’s near naked body, she removed her own clothes. Naked, she sat down on the bed and open the hooks of the garter belt and removed it. Breathing hard she stood at Lacy’s feet and leaning over she put her face within a breath’s width from the thong and inhaled deeply. The scent was far more intoxicating than anything she’d never smelled before. She put her fingers under the elastic band of the black lace thong and slowly and gently pulled it down and off.

Karen could feel her pussy juices running down her legs, she couldn’t remember ever getting this wet before. Right now all she wanted to do was to taste Lacy until they both had a mind-blowing orgasm. But not yet, this waiting was more delicious escort bursa that Karen had ever thought possible. With her knees on either side of Lacy’s head she got her hands behind the girl and gently opened the hooks of her bra and removed it. Her breasts were even more beautiful that she had imagined and all she wanted to do was suck on those nipples. Her pussy was dripping and it was a moment later that she realized that it was most likely dripping onto Lacy’s face. She looked down and sure enough, Lacy’s face was covered in pussy juice. Karen had all she could do to keep from laughing, instead she began to rub her pussy lips before she moved her fingers to her clit. She was already so close to cumming that she would have to go slowly because she wanted it last as long as possible. With the middle finger of her left hand she rubbed her clit and inserting the middle two fingers of her right hand into her pussy, she began to slowly fuck herself.

As much as she wanted it to last, it didn’t happen that way, within moments she was coming, moaning loudly, moving her hips back and forth in time with her fingers and she went from one smashing orgasm to another. Finished she bowed her head nearly to Lacy’s tummy and slowly got her breathing and shaking back to normal. When she could, she opened her eyes and looked between her legs. Her pussy juices were still flowing onto Lacy’s face and because of the volume it was also running down into her hair.

When the flow slowed Karen got up and went into the bathroom. She had to pee and she sat there wondering if it would ever stop. It finally did, but what with the pee and all that pussy juice she used nearly a half roll of toilet paper to dry herself. That wasn’t enough, she got a washcloth and running hot water over it, she cleaned herself again.

In the bedroom Lacy hadn’t moved and Karen stood near her feet and studied her pussy. It was shaved and the lips lay together making a sweet, narrow slit. This was the kind of pussy Karen loved to eat. The ones with the lips hanging down was, for her, a turnoff that she never understood. Of course you couldn’t ask women what their pussies looked like before you picked them up so you’d just have to take your chances.

Karen kneeled on the floor and spread Lacy’s legs wide apart. What a lovely pussy and slowly she leaned forward and as gently as she could she began licking the pussy. She didn’t want to wake the girl yet, she wanted to get her as close to an orgasm as possible before she woke. Karen had tried that before and on occasion she had managed to lick a pussy for as much as twenty minutes before her date woke up to a mide-blowing orgasm. The second the woman would wake, Karen would take her clit into her mouth and suck on if for dear life, the poor woman would be in the midst of waking, having an orgasm, and wondering what the hell was going on. Most women were fine with it, but a couple of time Karen was given a lot of abuse. Still, it was worth it when a woman would be cumming in her mouth and screaming like a banshee.

At the moment she had her tongue between Lacy’s lips and was slowly working it in and out of her cunt, not yet ready to attack her clit. Lacy, however, was beginning to move around, rolling her head back and forth. Also, her pussy was beginning to leak juices and that was what Karen was waiting for, nothing like pussy juices to coat the tongue and mouth!

And so she continued, going slow, occasionally backing off for a bit of a breather and to experiment with inserting her fingers into Lacy’s cunt. This girl was sleeping soundly, Karen was finger-fucking her just a little more vigorously than normally at this juncture, but it didn’t faze Lacy, she lay there perhaps dreaming of getting fucked by her boyfriend or girlfriend or whoever it was that she was willing to fuck her. Looking at her cunt it was plain to see that this was a pussy made for fucking, licking, and eating, and Karen was more than willing to entertain it for the rest of the night, and beyond. She’d have to make sure the girl came back to live even though she couldn’t do anything about the job, she could make sure she bursa escort bayan got the house.

It was becoming apparent that Lacy was about to wake up and now Karen threw all caution to the wind. She sucked Lacy’s clit into her mouth and rolled it around with her tongue while finger-fucking her fast and furious. Within a few moments Lacy’s hips rose up off the bed and she was screaming and pumping her pussy against Karen’s mouth and hand like a pile driving machine. She couldn’t stop cumming or shouting, and as long as she continued, Karen continued sucking her clit and fingering her.

When Lacy couldn’t take another orgasm, she pushed Karen away and rolled over on her side trying to catch her breath and to let the shaking go away. It took several minutes and all the time Karen was caressing Lacy’s body. As she did so Lacy was relaxing and it wasn’t long before she was asleep again. Karen smiled and gently got on the bed and spooned with Lacy and thus they both slept till well past sun-up.

Awake, Karen rose up on one elbow and feasted her eyes on Lacy’s body. She loved every inch of it and wondered if she couldn’t pull some strings so that she got the job in town. It wasn’t long before Karen had to make a dash to the bathroom to empty her bladder. After a night of drinking and sex there was something a little erotic about peeing the first thing in the morning. She didn’t think too much about it, she needed a shower.

Finished she dried off and drying her hair she went into the bedroom. Lacy was awake and by the look on her face she didn’t know where she was. When Karen came in, naked and drying her hair Lacy’s face got red, she rarely saw a naked woman outside the gym and this woman, it took her a few minutes to remember who she was, but she couldn’t think why she was laying naked on her bed. Pulling the blanket up, she covered her naked body and with a questioning look at Karen she wondered about this whole thing.

“Got a hangover?”

“Hum, more than that, I don’t know what I’m doing here, nor how I got here.”

“This is my house and after we looked at that property we went to dinner and then a couple drinks after. We got a little tipsy and ended up here. You were more or less passing out so I couldn’t let you drive.”

“Yes, but how did I get here, you know, and no clothes …?”

“Oh, I put you to bed and we played a little, I hope you don’t mind.”

“Played?”

“Yes, you know, with each other.”

“Oh … I’ve never don’t that before. You know, with a woman.”

“Well, you sure seemed to enjoy it. Have you noticed your hair and face? You’re actually covered with cum.”

Lacy touched her hair and face and yes, there was dry stuff there and smelling her fingers she knew Karen was telling the truth. For a few minutes she lay there wondering, trying to remember if she enjoyed it or not. This woman said she did, but if she was so drunk, how could she? She’d gotten completely drunk with men before and she didn’t remember those times either. But like now, she could feel their dried cum on her. When Karen returned to the bathroom Lacy put her fingers on her pussy, yes, there was dried cum there as well. And as a matter of fact it was already leaking again. She wondered if getting it on with a woman was making her hot. She’d have to think more about it.

Returning from the bathroom, “would you like to stay the weekend?”

“Um, no, I think I’d best go home, it seems I’ve a lot to think about.”

“Sure, I understand, just remember I’ll be happy to have you visit anytime you wish.”

“Thanks Karen. Might I use the shower now?”

“Sure, towels in the closet.”

In the shower Lacy couldn’t stop thinking about Karen’s nakedness, it was lovely and her pussy was shaved completely. Lacy had seen that a few times at the gym and she trimmed her’s but had yet to get a complete shave. And Karen’s tits were beautiful.

Lacy quickly finished her shower and got dressed. Karen drove her to the office so she could get her car. They shook hands and Lacy got in her car and drove off. She had to giggle, it would seem they were fucking like rabbits during the night and upon leaving they shook hands.

Unable to get the images, real and imagined from her head, Lacy slide her hand under her skirt and pulling her panties aside fingered herself for the next fifty miles, having several orgasms.

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Slave. . . That is what some might call us at first glance, but what they don’t realize is why we are here like this in the first place. If they understood that than they might have an idea as to why we let Kristie treat us like this. Like the sex starved lesbian slaves that we all so desperately want to be.

I remember how it all started for myself, I was a college student getting ready to graduate from university. I had promise, I had hope and I gave it all up for this. . . A butt plug shoved deep inside me and no clothing. Perhaps I am just a slut that deserves to live in this house pleasing and being pleased by other women. Praying for the chance to have a taste of Kristie’s ass once again. Anyways, I had been in the last few months of university and as all people do I got bored and decided to look at a few porno’s on the computer.

This wasn’t out of the ordinary, I had figured every girl my age masturbated, but I always had a thought in the back of my head that I was different. Maybe it’s because I masturbated too much or because I would get turned on by things that most people wouldn’t view as a turn on. My favorite thing to watch though was anal sex. I had never personally tried it before, but I had found the courage to buy a toy once. Truth be told when I got it I was too ashamed and nervous to use it so I hid it in an old shoe in my closet at home. That was until I went to university, I knew my parents would do something with my room and I couldn’t take the chance of them finding it.

It was at university that I first used it and I guess had my first anal experience, even if it was just with a toy I bought, I will never forget the first time it penetrated me. It sent shivers up my spine, that was until the pain caught up with me. The pain I felt back then from having something shoved into my butt, it still makes me wonder why I ever continued.

That first time was the start of an addiction. . . An addiction that has changed my life forever, whether I am happy about that or not is still unclear to me. I do feel excited being here though referred to as an anal loving lesbian bitch. It’s a sensation all it’s own to hear these words directed towards me, I guess that does make me somewhat of a bitch. . . It’s all because of that dildo and my obsession with having it in my ass.

I remember how much I used that after my first time, it quickly became daily, sometimes even twice a day. I remember doing it a few times during the middle of the night while my roommate was asleep in her bed. It was a dangerous addiction that only seemed to be getting worse and changing me.

Soon I found that certain types of porn’s weren’t really turning me on anymore, where as others that I had masturbated to now flipped my switch instantly. I loved anal sex and just even thinking of the word anal would get me wet sometimes during class. I would have to run back to my room and relieve this built of pressure, it’s like I couldn’t go on until I had stuffed my ass again. It always felt great and gave me a rush like nothing else when that dildo would slide deep into my ass.

It was around this time that I had started realizing something else though that should have been apparent earlier on. It was the fact that all this masturbation and porn watching had all been to girls. I think it was around this time that I realized I was actually a lesbian. I mean my favorite thing to watch was girls licking each others butts or butt fucking themselves silly with whatever they could find. I just find the thought of big hairy sweaty men disgusting. The silky smooth skin of a woman with the figure of a goddess is what gets me wet.

I even found myself fantasizing about my room mate using my dildo on me. This turned me on faster than anything else did and it also started a new habit. I couldn’t help myself from digging through her panties while she was gone, I just couldn’t get enough of it. I would end up masturbating while smothering my face into her usually dirty panties, I just loved it. That was until she caught me however with a dildo in my butt and her panties in my mouth. It was a few days before thanksgiving and she had left to go home for the week, at least I thought. It turned out she was leaving the next day and I had now found myself stunned and frozen completely nude on her bed doing such an act.

To my surprise she wasn’t mad, instead she just grinned and locked the door behind her before taking slow steps towards me. I was so afraid and embarrassed that I didn’t even really realize at the time what was going on. I couldn’t tell if she was going to hurt me or what would happen, I just couldn’t think at this time.

I remember well what happened next though. . .

“I knew you were an anal loving whore. . . You think you have been keeping it a secret but I know that you have stuck that thing deep into your ass while I was sleeping. After all it’s hard to sleep when my anal loving room mate is moaning from having her ass full. . . You bursa escort know there are plenty of guys that would love to help you fill your ass. Or is it possible that you don’t want a guy in your ass? Yes, in fact now that I think about it you always fuck this dildo like those sluts you watch on the computer, hard and in the ass.”

I was too stunned to even say anything, she had known all of my secrets, down to the fact that I even got off from watching other women shove things in their asses. She had figured me out well and told me that if I didn’t want anyone to know about my secret that I would have to do something for her. This something turned into sticking my tongue as far up her butt hole as I could, it was my first time with another girl. Just the sight of her beautiful asshole made me tremble, I couldn’t help but finger my own ass while licking hers.

From there on I served as her stress reliever, which I think she thought I hated at first. Little did she know at the time that all I could think about was the next time I would be able to tongue fuck her butt again. I loved everything about doing this to her and it only made my sexual cravings worse. Soon I found myself uncaring if she was in the room, I would have that dildo in my butt almost constantly when we were alone. She even took control of it now and again which had me moaning like crazy.

This went on for most of the year, me being a personal servant to my room mates butt hole. I barley ever touched her pussy, though one time she did have me lick it clean after she masturbated. I didn’t mind though because after that she demanded I lick her ass again. I did happily, but all that would come to an end as the year came to a close and we got ready to graduate.

At least that is what I thought at the time, but now I find myself tongue deep in another girls ass and a butt plug in my own. It was a daily routine that could occur up to five times a day depending on the other girls.

I wasn’t the only one in this house nude and living about like a slave to sex. No there were eleven other women excluding Kristie. All of them had similar stories to mine, but none of them were as into anal as I was. Some enjoyed eating pussy, some enjoyed fisting, and two of them enjoyed water sports. Those two seemed to take a liking to me, because if I was willing to tongue fuck their butt holes than surely I wouldn’t mind being pissed on. I mean it makes sense, I guess. . . Either way I got used to this and eventually I found enjoyment from this. I was just a bitch in heat that loved to get pissed on by the other girls. It was a very big turn on when I started thinking of it that way.

How I got to that point though was actually through my room mate I was talking about. Towards the end of the year she had asked me if I wanted to lick her one last time before getting ready for our exams which would take most of our time. Of course, I didn’t even hesitate and within the next five minutes I was yet again feeling her tight asshole wrap around the tip of my tongue. It probably looked like I was french kissing her butt hole honestly.

Regardless it was the best licking I’ve ever given her and as a reward for doing so well she gave me something to think about. Then again she knew I was enjoying it at this point and probably would have told me regardless. . . Anyways, she told me that she knew a woman, mid twenties, blonde, slim waist, perfect tits, and an ass to die for. To say the least I was intrigued so I decided to listen. She told me that this woman might be interested in someone like me. I was told that this woman had payed attention to me for quite some time now.

Of course, I was just thinking a girlfriend finally! Little did I know that this girl knew what an anal loving slut I was. I wouldn’t find out about that until I met her in person over at her place. It was about thirty minutes from my campus and I was surprised when I saw the house. It was a pretty modern looking home with two floors, but what surprised me was that this beautiful girl owned it. I decided not to ask how for now and instead just enjoyed getting to know her. She expressed that she was a lesbian also and that she had indeed contacted my room mate to meet me.

I was already hooked after the first day and I didn’t even realize it. This meeting had really been an interview of sorts, she had never planned on dating me. Instead she was getting to know me to see if I was a good fit to live with her. I went back to my campus and when I got their I told my room mate all about her, I was as happy as could be. Especially the next day when I woke up to a text message from her asking if I was busy the following Tuesday.

I knew I had really important exams coming up, but one day wouldn’t hurt anything, so I replied with a simple, “no.” The next few days flew by as I anxiously anticipated my date with Kristie. Even then I still found time to lick my room mates ass. It was exactly cheating because I wasn’t escort bursa really in a relationship with Kristie and I didn’t want my secret getting out.

Anyways when Tuesday hit I met her at her house like promised and we went out for our first date. We went out to dinner and a movie. When they were done though we still wanted to be together so we decided to go back to her place and have a drink or two. . . This is how girls pass the test. We sit on her couch thinking we have just possibly scored a wonderful girlfriend only to be put to sleep for an hour or so. Just enough time to wake up in the basement completely naked surrounded by other naked women and her, who is always still fully clothed.

I remember looking around the room and trying to move which was impossible as my hands and legs had been tied together. To say I was scared was the least of it, but Kristie assured me that everything would be alright. . . What did she say again. . .

“Shh, shh, everything is fine, we aren’t going to hurt you. . . In fact we are going to do quite the opposite. You see I have been talking with your room mate quite a bit, I did have my eyes on you. Just look at this video of you licking her ass in your dorm room. Never even thought the web cam could be running. . . Don’t worry though this video is in only my possession. Think of it as a way for your room mate to repay me.”

“The reason I have brought you here is because I think you will be a good fit. You see I find girls who can’t function right in modern society because they are sluts and give them a home. And you my dear are a very rare find. A lesbian who is really an anal loving whore. . . Now that being said I don’t keep girls here as slaves, it’s quite the opposite. All these girls want to be here because they can be what they truly are here without consequences. . . I am extending you the same offer that these girls have had, so take a good look around. All these girls want nothing more than to fuck your ass and let you eat theirs. . . So the decision is yours, do you want to walk away from this all and carry on with your boring life that quite honestly doesn’t suite you. . . Or do you want to be who you really are…an anal loving lesbian whore. The decision is yours.”

I think that is what she told me before cutting the ropes around my feet and wrists. I remember looking towards the door and looking back at all those girls bent over and ready for me. I wasn’t sure what to do, this whole situation was just so weird.

“Even if you choose to stay for now you can always leave later, but trust me when I say I have the money and videos to ruin your life if you expose us. Our family here doesn’t want to be exposed, these girls live here free of charge and are given regular meals. Think of this more like a shelter for lesbian sluts.”

I could leave whenever I wanted? I remember that playing over and over in my head as I looked around the room seeing all those exposed and horny assholes. I knew from the moment I stopped walking towards the door that I wasn’t going anywhere, I had what I truly wanted most in this room and before I knew it I was taking slow steps back towards the girls. Right when I got into the middle of the room Kristie spoke again.

“That’s right, this is what you want, all these girls butts smothering your face. . . There is a few rules though for a slut like you. The first which goes for all girls here is that you hand over all of your clothing. It will be embarrassing at first but soon being the whore that you are you will find pleasure in it. I will keep your clothes locked up in my room until you decide you want to leave. Second, you will have to wear this at all times. There a bunch of different ones, but I warn you that most of them have been used.”

I remember looking over to what Kristie was holding, it was a butt plug and just thinking of wearing it all times made me a little hot.

“So what do you say? Will you join our family for now and see if you fit in with the rest of your kind or will you leave now never to return?”

I blinked a few times as I looked back towards the door before turning back to the girls, it was at this point that I realized my hands had moved on their own. I was taking off my own clothes one piece at a time until I was completely nude and handing my clothes to Kristie. Once she had all my clothes she told me to bend over and I did nervously. It was only then that I had for the first time had my own asshole licked even though it was just once.

She made me spread my butt cheeks to gain better access to my slutty asshole so she could shove this rather large butt plug into me. My whole body quivered as it slowly entered it’s new home and once it was in I was instructed to stand. It felt weird moving with this thing in me, but it was kind of satisfying at the same time.

“There that is a perfect fit! Now I’m going to take your clothes and put them in my room, if you want to leave ever just tell me. bursa escort bayan We will talk about when you can leave to visit your family, we wouldn’t want anyone to think you’ve gone missing. . . For now though, just enjoy what you really want. . . Girls, make sure our new slut gets what she wants. Cover her face with your asses, I will be back in a few hours.”

When Kristie was gone I remember becoming very nervous as all the girls stood and started coming closer to me. I was a little scared but more excited than anything especially when they started playing with my nipples and feeling the rest of my body. One of them knew what I wanted though and started moving the butt plug around causing me to bite my bottom lip. I didn’t want to moan in front of the rest of these girls.

I must have been pretty obvious with my struggle to hold back though because some of the girls giggled a little. They were reassuring though that everything would be fine. It was here that I had my first kiss with another woman, I felt her tongue swirl around mine as we exchanged spit. I loved this taste and feeling and soon found myself giving into this kiss. When she finally pulled away I opened my eyes and was pushed down onto my knees before her. I had a shaved pussy inches from my face, I could feel the heat from it and looked up nervously.

She laughed and said “you don’t really want that do you?” I glanced back down to her pussy for a second before watching her turn around and bend over. She asked if this was what I wanted and I just simply nodded as she spread her butt cheeks exposing her tight little butt hole. “Well what are you waiting for?” That is what she asked me after a moment of remaining still.

Those words flipped my switch and without hesitation I licked from the bottom of her pussy to the top of her ass crack taking all of her flavor. It was delicious and before I knew it I was teasing the entrance to her ass hole with my tongue. I was lost as I licked back and forth, her asshole was amazing, I could lick it everyday if given the chance. When I finally pushed my tongue into her butt hole she let out a moan and started saying things to me.

She called me a dirty ass licking bitch and told me that I was only good for cleaning other women’s assholes. She said I was the only bitch in the world who could so easily eat another woman’s asshole. It didn’t stop their either because the more and more I got lost in her butt, the more and more everyone spoke to me.

They instructed me to finger my pussy while I eat out her butt because that was what ass loving sluts like me did. I swear I came faster than I ever had through all of this. It was such a turn on to be treated like this, an ass loving whore who gets off from licking girls butts.

This went on until the girl I was eating was satisfied and turned around to have a taste of her ass on my tongue. It was the first time a girl has sucked on my tongue, especially after being in her ass for so long. Once she was done though I didn’t even get time to think before my head was pulled into another girls ass crack.

The smell was different and the taste was strong, but either way I did what I loved to do. I licked her ass crack clean with my tongue before diving tongue first into her butt hole. I was truly a bitch in heat at this point. The only thing I cared about was having my face smothered with these women’s assholes and that was all they wanted me to do.

This went on for hours being called an anal slut or a butt licking whore along with various other things. I didn’t care though, they could call me whatever they wanted because it was true. At this time I only cared about having my tongue buried in their asses.

By the time Kristie had gotten back I was still busy making out with another girls butt hole. I don’t even know how many times I had licked this one in particular, but I didn’t care it tasted great.

When Kristie instructed the girls to leave I was left on the floor breathing heavy and swaying back and forth slightly. I was fueled by pure ecstasy at this point and wanted more, the only thing I wanted right now was to dig into Kristie’s asshole. She was so beautiful and her ass was perfect, I couldn’t even imagine what it tasted like. She must have known this though because she could only giggle and ask if I wanted a taste.

Without even a hint of hesitation I nodded and crawled on all fours towards her. She smiled and unbuttoned her jeans before bending over and pulling them down just enough to expose her asshole. It was tight, clean, and perfect. I just wanted to have it, I needed it.

“Look at you, you’re such a horny slut right now you’re practically shaking. . . Do you really want to eat my butt hole that bad?”

I could only nod before she went down onto her knees and spread her own butt cheeks. My eyes focused only on the one thing I wanted and when she gave me the go ahead, I dug in. I must have licked her ass crack maybe four or five times slowly before getting to her butt hole. Everything tasted so good, I just couldn’t even imagine living without this. When I stuck my tongue inside of her finally I almost came. I had to have been eating the best asshole on the face of the earth.

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