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“So, uh, do you, you know, do you think that maybe you want to experiment with another woman?” Jade is asking me this almost nonchalantly while we’re in the shower, though his dick is half-hard as he speaks, betraying the apparent spontaneity of the question, and I’m standing there under the stream with a yellow-orange Shick in my left hand while my right juggles a wobbly bar of Irish Spring.

“Oh really?” I say, tilting the razor toward my right armpit, almost nonchalant myself except the question seems to have come out of nowhere, throws me. I’m wondering if he’s got someone in mind already or if it’s more of a theoretical thing, like anal sex, which we’ve been discussing recently. This is something we’ve never talked about, though, not something I’ve ever mentioned even casually, or coyly for that matter, and though it’s occurred to me, yes, but occurred to me as a vapor of a thought, a wisp of a fantasy, something too intangible to hold in the palm of my mind, his saying this out loud unglues me.

“Why do you say that?” I continue, attempting coolness and a little bristle, eyes down though, focusing a little too hard on the razor tracks I’m making.

“You know, because of your parents,” he says and I can sort of see why he’s saying that, given the situation, given the fact that they’re both gay, or – as I like to say – became gay, they were married so long before they came out. “Don’t you think it’s something worth exploring?” His dick edges up a notch, his voice a little shaky now, breathy, and my hand holding the soap drops its cargo when he reaches out and touches my pubic hair lightly, passing the tips of his fingers through, floating over my cargo there. “Whaddya think, hmmm?” His voice lowers, and I look up to see his eyes watering in the heat of the shower and in anticipation of the sex I now see we’re going to have if I put down this razor blade. But no, not yet. I want to see where this is leading.

“Is there someone you have in mind?” I can be such a flirt sometimes, love knowing that sex with Jade always comes down to the moment when I’m ready, then the power of waiting and holding the moment open for as long as I can bear it.

“What about Tanya? She might be up for it. Plus she’s gay already,” he parries back, alert, erect, and I laugh at his readiness with the answer, and redden just a little. Tanya is my latest tentative friend, someone I know very little, have just begun to know, the ex of a woman I used to play basketball with, and bursa escort not a sexual possibility, no, not at all, uh uh, it’s just a straight girl-has-a-casual-acquaintance-with-a-lesbian scenario, that’s how far it’s going, yessiree.

“Hmm…I don’t know about that” I say, but I’m smiling into Jade’s neck now, tongue reaching down to his collarbone, razor flung somewhere else, done with his question at the moment, not worrying just yet about what it could mean, his asking it, no not yet, my insides wet now from something other than the shower head’s torrent, and that part of me reserved for Jade’s marvelously complicitous cock announces itself at last, my hips out and open and ready to rock. And under the stream of water we fuck the rest of our shower away, bodies slipping on spent soap, and Tanya an inkling bubble in the wreckage.

Later, though, days later, I find myself at the movies with her, and the memory of shower sex revisits me, and we are there in the dark of the theater and out of nowhere the ephemera of her scent hits me, I won’t know what it is yet but it catches on my right shoulder, trails upward to my nostrils and lingers there while the reel spins its last scenes. And that brief discussion with Jade coils itself in, an insidious question mark, and when Tanya and I leave the theatre for our separate cars, it wraps itself around our goodbyes until I notice her jaw for the first time, how angular it is, until I feel the grace and startling strength of her back as we embrace, and somehow a piece of her follows me home, alone, in the tiny red lights of the odometer’s rise.

That same week we are talking on the phone, she and I, and there’s this odd glee, on my end at least, this thrill, this imprecise thrill in my chest, I don’t know what the feeling is exactly, nothing’s happened has it, nothing to write home about anyway, nothing to report to Jade, who has more than once mentioned this again, proposed the question, insinuated a discussion, and I have not given anything up, and not about to, no, nothing to say really, nothing I want to say to him just yet as I sit here with the phone hugging my ear with her on the other end. Where is she? In the kitchen? In the living room? Lying down? Is her cat nearby? What is she wearing? We are casual on the phone, oh-so-casual, I am easy and light and thoroughly unprovocative, but my own room darkens and I see her torso in repose, the cord twisting around her long, thin fingers, and her scent conjures bursa ucuz escort itself up just like that, a spontaneous combustion of the telephone wires and memory, and I decide it’s sandalwood, yes definitely sandalwood, it must be, and I’m lying there, awkward and aching in my jeans, mind wandering onto the lanscape of her face, that jaw again. And there’s more now, red plum mouth smoking an Indian Spirit, eyes from somewhere mythic, indecipherable, the slight twinge of a Texas drawl. The phone call does all this and I go to sleep trembling.

Then later again, a weekend dinner, just dinner, and halfway through the salad I find my hands clasping my wineglass in an odd, vague hope, the curves of her smile becoming the parentheses of a secret, mine I suppose, and I can’t taste my food, don’t want to, some other, nameless, timid hunger rises out of my skin instead and the meal metamorphoses unexpectedly, feeling like a date now, like a first date, like the first date I ever had. And I’m thinking of Mickey Richardson, and the squash courts of high school, and feeling our way around in the dark towards that first kiss, the magnetics of it altogether, and how my mouth stung from the pleasure, my tongue unleashed from its virginal hinges and it was like gulping down the sea, yes, at 17 gulping down the sea of him, of me, of us, and I remember how the night turned frothy with unrecognized desire, and now I wonder, wonder as I pluck through my mixed greens and champaigne vinaigrette, if I could have that kind of beautiful rage again.

And dinner goes on forever, goes on beautifully forever, until it is late, late, later, and she drives me to my car, pulls to the side of the road just behind it, the engine running, running, my palms sweaty, oh what is going on. She is the same, though, not giving me an ounce of clue, conversation buoyant and safe as ever but I realize I don’t want to leave, don’t want to leave this haven of a car, don’t want to leave this August night perfume of her, that dizzying sandalwood, don’t want to move a muscle.

And my hands, indeed, stay limp at my side, and she turns off the light, yes, turns off the headlights, just the engine purring now, she turns the heat up a notch, and the breath of the vents hits my cheeks and suddenly out of nowhere it is over over over, I am forgetting myself, or remembering myself I don’t know which but I am saying, can you believe it, “I feel like I should kiss you,” so polite, bursa elit escort first-date polite, what’s this about “shoulds” who knows but it comes out that way, imperfect, awkward, pubescent as a pimple, and she looks at me teetered between confusion and invitation and says “You do?” and Jade’s question mark wags its finger at me for the last time.

Because I reach for her face, and it feels like slow motion even though I know it’s not, and my mouth arcs towards the plum of her mouth, my left hand whispering around her jaw. And I sink into the kiss with my eyes shut tight, it is that unbearable to watch and besides, I just want to feel it anyway, want to just feel it happening, don’t need to see it. And it is like kissing the air, it is so light, like kissing the air where powder was, a silk and give to her lips I didn’t anticipate and wouldn’t have known to hope for, and it is sheer heaven, that moment of shimmery impact, I forget where I am until I see that she is there on the other side of me. And for a second, some dreadful second, she doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, doesn’t say yes or no, just hovers there, within my kiss, terrifyingly indecisive.

And then something in her mouth or mind or wherever these decisions get made, something just parts, unsteels itself, unpeels itself, and I feel her palm on my knee and her neck turns towards me, mouth pushing back now, intent, conspiratorial, and the yes finally comes, yes, yes, yes, and I unpeel/unsteel myself, too, my knees doing that first-kiss buckle, my torso trembling in relief and fear and a kind of adolescent virility and I am 17 again, deliriously 17, more 17 than 17 ever was.

But I do go home that night, alone, go home to find Jade asleep in my bed, and I nudge him awake, giddy, unbound, and terribly horny, and I tell him about the kiss in Tanya’s car, tell him what it was like to kiss a woman, to kiss her in particular, tell him the outlines of the story, the barest minimums even though he pushes me for more, even though he gets hard and reaches for me in the dark, reaches towards something other than my body, whatever secret cupped by the move of my mouth against Tanya’s, her mouth against mine, he reaches for it, impatient, impertinent, wanting to know, wanting to feel it, wanting to be in the dark squash court of her car, too, wanting that first-kiss uncertainty and daring, wanting to know what I felt, and what did I do and what did it make me want to do? But no, I won’t let it go, won’t give it up, won’t give it away, don’t need to, don’t want to, this is private, mine, no one else’s, not even his, and so I’m lying there not telling much of anything, just the snippets to satisfy, I’m lying there in the dark, a gorgeous, ominscient kind of dark where I get to keep the story safe and warm.

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A letter from a young English nurse to her friend in America.

Val, your email about your ‘first time’ was just so delightful. You painted the picture so beautifully for me that I was there with you in my mind. I found it incredibly erotic when I read that your cousin came to you in your bed and whispered, “Don’t worry. Shush! Let it happen, it’s alright.”

It was so real and TRUE. I could really picture it happening to you. I’d printed the email out so I could read it in bed, but that became difficult because my hand was trembling so much. My other one was between my legs, diddling away, I was so wet I actually got my juices on the bed sheet because you made me so excited.

When I came, God, it was like Endeavor blasting off. (Did I tell you that my cums are very explosive?) I felt as though I could wave to the ground and say “Cum in Houston. I got no problem.” (Giggle)

Before I start, do you still see your cousin? Is she still bi? Has she had you again since that time?

You have set me a hard task to follow your experience, yours was so good and so well told. I only hope that mine will be as good for you.

My Daddy was in the military and spent a lot of time abroad, so when I was a very young teen I was sent to a private school as a boarder. It was an old country house, the ivy on the wall type. I don’t mean it was “exclusive” like the rich girls go to but it was very nice with big grounds. On two sides of the boundary of the school were quite thick woodlands.

Anyway, I had a crush for one of the almost 18 year-old girls in her final year. Her name was Martine and she was French. She wore discreet perfume and seemed so exotic and beautiful. Slightly dusky skinned, completely unlike my English pale whiteness and short hair, naturally curly to her shoulders. She was really beautiful. She had everything going for her, dark nearly black hair and soft brown eyes; I just fell in love with her.

Again, looking back I’m surprised nobody said anything to me. The teachers you know. I just blushed and stuttered when I was around her. I suppose in a cloistered situation, teachers knew that emotions would be stirred up. All those adolescent hormones twanging away!! I bet they had a few smiles. Even though Daddy was in the military, funnily enough I never ‘cottoned on’ to doing things with boys (or girls – unthinkable). I was a really naive girl, very slow to learn in those matters.

At my school, the girls would get into little groups, someone would say something obliquely referring to sexy things and the whole lot would double up in little shrieks and giggles all except me. Then I would ask one of them bursa escort to explain and they would say something like “You know Kay. Putting it in you” or “You know Kay, how a boy sticks out in front.” And I would say “Oh yes” and giggle with them. But I wouldn’t really understand. I didn’t really know what I was giggling at. My Mum had of course told me the ‘facts of life’ but although I knew the technicalities of boys and girls, I didn’t know about the emotions and the feverishness of it all.

During the final term that Martine was there, we had a House competition. Each House had to solve puzzles and to find things in the grounds collecting points when they were correct. The girls were in pairs to find the clues, then to solve them. (Good initiative and team training, hey!!) I couldn’t believe it when I was teamed with Martine. But first, just a few girls were chosen to hide the clues. (Sorry if you are finding this tedious, Val, bad way to start perhaps.) Martine was the one chosen for our House and I of course tagged along as her lap dog. Only one pair was out hiding clues for however long it took, so the other House pairs couldn’t be aware of where we were putting things.

Not much longer Val darling. Sorry, I should have missed out all the blather. I think you say ‘cut to the chase’?

We reached the woods with our satchels full of clues, and Martine seemed to be in a rush to get things in place. When we had done, she suggested we sat in a little glade we had come by, amongst the trees. Out of her satchel she pulled a large towel and laid it down so we could sit and rest. She was talking softly to me, and saying things like “you have been so sweet to help me” and “I could kiss you for it” and other nice complimentary remarks, this to a girl already head over heels for her. Imagine how I felt, her being so sweet to me. Placing an arm around me, she gave me a hug; I shall never forget her bending her head to my ear. I could feel her warm breath on me as said, “Would you like me to give you a kiss little Kay?”

Her breath tickled my ear and shivers started running up and down my spine. When she kissed my cheek and the corner of my eye, I really began to tremble. She must have felt me trembling because she said, “Are you alright Kay? Kay, can I kiss you? May I please?” I couldn’t speak. I just looked into her brown eyes and nodded. She kissed me so softly, with such gentleness. She took her lips away and I wanted her to do it again. I closed my eyes and felt her pulling me flat to the ground.

My mouth was so dry my tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth and I wanted to keep licking my lips. Then suddenly she was kissing me again, my lips, my cheeks, my eyes and her delicate fingers were gently brushing on my neck, just escort bursa at the side.

I wasn’t shivering anymore, I was shaking. I felt her light touch as she stroked down my neck and then started to trace the edge of my bra through my school blouse. Fingers were tugging at my buttons and I knew she was pulling my blouse apart then, a hand on my naked tummy. It wasn’t so much like a touch but, much lighter, more as though a tiny breeze were caressing me.

“Take this off for me my little Kay,” she said, slipping my blouse over my shoulders. She held me sitting forward while she unclipped my bra. The coolness of the air, oh God Val, it was unbelievable how good it felt. She lay me down again, and I felt that feeling, that almost impossible feeling. My breasts were quite small, but they seemed to swell under her touch as she fondled them. She grazed her nails over them and over my nipples and then she bent kissing them. Ohhhhhhh Val I didn’t know feelings like that were possible.

It was only when her hand dropped to the hem of my school skirt that I realized what was happening between my legs. Both of my breasts felt ready to burst and just the tips felt almost painful. But now I knew she was going up my dress. Not pulling it back, just slipping under and up. When she got to my knees she tugged and my legs just parted as though they were disjointed. I remember that she pulled a knee up and then to one side, and I just flopped straight open, spreading myself open for her.

When she riffled her fingers along my panties I know I yelled out. I don’t know how loud, but I couldn’t stop the noise. Bending her mouth to my ear and said “SSShhhhh my little Kay. It is all right. I shall not hurt you. It will be so nice for you and I shall love you.”

She kissed me on the lips again, little kisses, but continuously. Perhaps to keep me quiet, I don’t know. All the time just her nails were grazing up and down my slit. Just like you darling Val, I thought I was wetting myself. There was all this wetness down towards my anus.

Her fingertips were finding their way under the edge of my panties and I felt her tugging at the gusset to give herself more room. There was coolness as the heat from my sex was released and that cool air was again intensely erotic as though a breeze were touching me. The backs of her fingers now were brushing up and down my slit and I was making continuous noises, a sort of high-pitched nnngghh, repeated and repeated. My panties were coming down. I knew she was stripping me of them and I was lifting my hips to help her get them off so that she wouldn’t stop.

I lay there before her, half beneath her, naked above the waist and with my dress round my middle, my panties thrown to one side. And her fingers, bursa escort bayan oh God, her fingers were parting my lower lips. For the first time I felt as though there was something solid low down in my tummy, it felt heavy there. She was sliding her fingers up and down my slit and it seemed as though her fingers were coated with the thinnest of creams. Only after did I realize it was my cream.

One of her fingers was teasing around my girly hole and I felt it pushing for entrance. Then, my God, it was in. ‘Woweeee,’ for the first time, something was moving up and down in my pussy hole.

She moved her mouth from my lips to my nipple and nuzzled on me. My whole body was burning. Every nerve seemed to have grown out of my body and wanted to be touched. Nothing could be better or more satisfying at that moment than to be touched. Her thumb brushed on something I didn’t even know I had, she was rubbing softly on a lump that had grown from nowhere. I screamed, I know I screamed because the lump in my tummy seemed to expand and blow up. I was shaking my hips onto her fingers, crying, throbbing and she was saying, “Kay, my darling. My lovely Kay, cum for me, darling. Kay, my angel my sweet……………….”

Then she held me, held me tightly and the tide ebbed back. My tummy and pussy were pulsing and throbbing. I felt her arms relax and I said, “Hold me Martine. Please hold me. Please.” She did and I calmed in her loving arms. She let me rest until I felt peace again. Then another first, an unforgettable first, it was to feel the intense throbbing receding, and little butterflies fluttering into my tummy and between my legs.

She didn’t do anything else. She didn’t ask me to do anything to her so I never knew her body, but Val, I’m sure she did love me that afternoon. We never did it again. A few weeks later, at end of term, she returned to France. And it broke my heart.

Talking to you like this, I’ve relived that afternoon, and I feel a little sad now. Like “the little death” you know after intense emotion, the little death. She was my first love and I often wonder where she is and what she is doing now. Does she ever think of me?

This wasn’t merely a girlish diddle (or a Jill as you say in America). It was as if a bloody great door had been smashed open for me. But it wasn’t brutal, it was sweet, gentle and loving and if I’d started late, it was a wonderful way to start.

I’ve tears in my eyes as I remember that precious moment in time, I must pull myself together.

Val, I will tell you about a few other diddles I have had in another email.

Now cum on it’s your turn my lovely, long-haired, beautiful Val. Are you going to send me a sexy photo that will cream me?

If tonight you feel fingers in your sweet place, my darling, they are mine. Doesn’t MATTER who is with you. Boy or girl those fingers are mine.

With my deepest love

Your English friend Kay x x x x x

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“Which one is this?”

Shane forced his fingertips into her wet opening, shoving his finger deeper between Emily’s chubby pink lips. His breath rolled across her forehead hot and sticky, they both stared at the flickering colors on the television screen as Emily let out a little moan, squeezing around Shane’s finger like they’d practiced…

“I don’t know,” she mumbled, glancing up at him plaintively, underneath her pretty blonde curls escaping her little bow.

He grinned and forced another finger into her swollen hole and up against her cervix.

Emily squealed, rising up on her knees slightly. She felt Shane’s hand on her hips pulling her back down on his palm and in his lap, his thick fingertips rubbing the walls of her pussy insistantly, spreading the edges of her lacy green skirt out around their legs once again as her mother swept by, grabbing the couch pillows off the floor.

“You two shouldn’t sit so close to the T.V.!” She shouted behind her back as she stepped into the brightly lit kitchen. “And supper is almost ready!”

She felt his warm palm ride up her spine. Pushing her forward he pulled his fingers out of her stretched red opening. Slowly. When he was almost out of her sore pink hole, he pushed back in. Harder. Knuckle deep, pulling her wetness in. out. in. out.

He stood abruptly, towering over her, licking his fingers, and grinning at her beneath the black curls hanging infront of his mirth-filled eyes, strolling to her mother’s gaudy peach bathroom.

Emily followed him through the door and felt his large palms lifting her up around her tiny waist. Sitting on the counter, she watched him bend, holding her knees wide at the black bows on her kneesocks, his rough thumbs spreading her lips for his scrutiny.

He was getting taller lately. Growing görükle escort up faster than her. He let her walk to the bus stop with him, Chris and the older kids sometimes, leaving her to sit and wait, swinging her legs against the wooden pillar of the neighbor’s stoop, her mary janes tapping against the wood for an hour until her bus came, her thumbs click. click. clicking her D.S. buttons.

The smooth wooden handle of her hairbrush awoke her from her reverie. Shane held her puffy lips open while pushing the wide part of the brush repeatedly in and out of her soft wet hole just slightly. His face eye level with her lips, watching her take it deep with a fascinated, possessive look in his bright blue eyes. Focused.

When he caught her looking, he stared at her and slowly pulled the thick handle out of her hurt opening for the last time. She held her arms out to him, to retreat to the kitchen together. Rubbing his fingertips across her wet hole, fingertips toying with her slit, he lifted her down gently and and turned her to face the sink.

She watched his face in the mirror while letting the warm water pour over her hands. He really did tower over her lately, his whole body bent to hold her, his thumbs running over her nipples then pulling. pulling. Unbuttoning the little white buttons on her blouse and pulling her B-Cups out by her tiny pink nipples, pinching them, watching his fingers pull and grope at her pale breasts in the mirror infront of him.

His fingers spread her puffy lips open between her legs once more, two fingers rubbing roughly up and down her slit. Emily watched him unbuckle his jeans in the mirror, heard the rasp of his zipper and felt his fat, soft head rubbing against her tight opening. Not pushing, just smearing her juices between her lips. Up. eskort bayan Down. Slipping against her hole. Rubbing.

He dropped his wet mouth to her ear, “Which one is this?”

He shoved. Forcing his cock into her tiny pink pussy. Covering her mouth with his hand and holding her hips down, spread on his dick. He forced it in further, ignoring her squealing protests, five inches deep, unable to force another inch he pulls out quickly letting her little pussy squeeze tight and wet around his head before forcing the entirety of his cock into her hole. He grunts.

“Which one is this?”

“..your..your dick..” Emily whispers, her mouth wrapped around his fingertips tasting her pussy, wet tears running down her cheeks, her tongue licking the air.

Shand holds her skirt up to her waist, staring at her wet hole in the mirror, watching himself pull out inch by inch then. forcing his cock deep again. base deep, watching himself stuff his dick in Emily’s tiny pussy.

“Mine.”

“Mine.”

“Mine.” He grunts and shoves in her pussy. Roughly pulling her lips wide and watching his dick tear at her wet hole.

She squealed. Loudly. Her little hole clenching around the base of his cock, tight. Shane wheeled around to the peach bath mats on the floor on his knees, his cock deep in Emily, hips pushing forward in tiny bumps, wrapping his arms around her waist, his back to the door.

“Is everything okay?!” Her mother stepped in the door, a look of concern across her brow.

“Yes! Yes.. she was just choking..” Shane fumbled, his face red, his dick throbbing in Emily’s little pussy, still pushing forward in tiny bumps, keeping her stretched wide around him.

She took another hesitant step forward. Emily looked at her mother over Shane’s shoulder, altıparmak escort “It’s alright, Mom, I’m okay..”

“Alright.. when you two are finished, supper is on the table.”.. She slowly stepped into the hallway and out of sight, her blue dress swishing with the fan.

Shane’s arms contracted around her waist as he violently shoved in her pussy harder, pushing her pink nipples against the cold edge of the tub and lifting her skirt to watch his base spread the hole again.

Pulling his phone out of his pocket he pushed the cold metal close to her pussy and she watched over her shoulder as the little shutter flashed. He pulled the fattest part from her hole and held still. Another picture. Spreading her lips with one hand he pulled out farther, taking pictures as he pulled his wet covered cock out of her tiny hole. Until finally. The head. He rubbed his pre-cum covered head over her hole and took more pictures, pushing it in a tiny bit.. out.. then rubbing more pre-cum around her little opening. Picture.

Turning her over and sitting her pale cheeks on the cold tub edge he took pictures of her swollen nipples hanging out of her blouse. And her spread lips and pale thighs infront of him, toying with her puffy baby lips with each click.

Finally, he helped fix her clothes, tucking her tiny white breasts into the little tight blouse, still pulling on her pink nipples with his long fingers, and running his tongue across her hole and up her slit. Emily covered her swollen wet hole with her fingertips…

“no.. no.. it hurts..”

Shane pushed aside her fingertips, looking up at the tears in her grey-blue eyes, licking along her slit slowly, rubbing his rough tongue over her opening gently. He rubbed around the hole with his thumbs in small circles, blowing hot breath over her clit and slipping his tongue in and out of her until she had calmed.

Arranging her pretty skirt over her creamy white thighs, Shane kissed her lips gently, rubbing his fingertips over her hole possessively one last time before pulling her into the kitchen, hand-in-hand.

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Part 1: Dancing for Gold

It’s not easy living the life of a tradesworker in Ul’Dah…but I can’t say it’s difficult either. Even when times are tough, there’s always work to be done. People need to feel good, especially in times of suffering, and that’s where I come in. My name is Xeres Highwind. And these are my chronicles…stories of my jobs, of my life, and all of the fun I have in between. Take a peek…and if you’re interested in more, come on by the Mineral Concern. Maybe I’ll give you a special rate~

Dancing for a Discerning Customer

It was late in the eve at the Concern. My shift dancing on stage was just coming to a close when he walked in. I can tell a customer just by the look…and this one definitely had it. He was a midlander, tall for one…tall and strong. I could see the outline of his muscles under his tunic, and could see his desire as he looked at me dancing. It was enough to get me excited. I winked at him as he took a seat, bringing my dancing closer to him.

“Welcome to the Concern, stranger,” I said with a sly grin.

“Why, hello there yourself. I’m certainly enjoying the show you’re putting on.”

At that, I knew just what he wanted. Men at the Concern, they only want a few things. This man wanted me to dance…and I knew just the type of show he wanted. With a little more coaxing, I led him to my room off of the Concern, elaborately decorated with every contraption known to help enhance the bedroom: whipping posts, dancing poles, floggers, satin ties. None of this, however, is what the Midlander wanted.

I motioned him to the chair, “Have a seat, and tell me what dreams I can fulfill tonight~”

“You seem to be awfully well prepared to please…I would love a more intimate display of your performance from this evening, first.”

Moaning, I goaded him further, “And just how intimate would you like it?”

“I want your top off, and maybe a lap dance to help take care of the problem I seem to have,” he said motioning to the tent that had formed in his pants.

He took a seat in the chair across from the bed, and I began to dance slowly for him, revealing more and more of my body as his eyes trailed over my flesh. With a flourish, I undid my top, letting my breasts spill out as I bent in half. I could hear his breathing growing deeper and more rushed as I fell into the splits and looked behind me.

Sure enough, there he was, his cock alive and ready in his hand. “My, my…I see you’re rather big,” I complimented. “I think I’m really going to enjoy teasing it.”

He leaned back then, allowing me to see the full length of his member, twitching with anticipation of my next move. “Mmm…let’s see what you can do, then.”

I slowly sauntered towards him, accentuating the movement of my hips, and making sure that my breasts bounced with every step. Slowly, I began to move my hips from side to side, lowering myself in a slow dance, and raising my arms to fan my hair out behind me. As I watched him lick his lips with desire painted on his face, I moved closer to him, placing my hands on either side of the chair and placing my legs on either side of his, continuing my dance.

Slowly I lowered myself over him, keeping a safe, teasing distance over his throbbing cock. His intake of breath was sharp and full of need, “Naughty girl…” was all that he managed to gasp.

“I think you like me this way,” I responded, bringing my clothed pussy closer and closer to his rigid manhood, all the while pressing my bared chest ever closer to his face. Almost excruciatingly so, I began to tease the tip of his hardness with a rocking motion. “How’s this, handsome?”

“Just like that…so nice….”

I brought my lips to his ears, teasing the edges with my breath and a flick of my tongue, “I’m glad that you’re enjoying how close we are…how we’re almost…” and I lowered myself further for emphasis, “making love and you barely know me. Isn’t it…thrilling?” With that, I pressed myself closer to his cock, making sure that he knew just how close we really were.

“Very much so…I’m starting to get close…finish me with your mou—ah!” His words were cut off as I touched a particularly sensitive spot.

Now I’m the kind of girl who doesn’t have to be told twice. In a flash, I was on my knees, freeing his bulge from his pants, and wrapping my hands around his length and balls. With one hand firmly rolling his balls, I took him into my mouth, rolling my tongue along the underside of his length, flicking the most sensitive spots until he moaned softly in thanks.

“Ohh…I’m so close…” he gasped, writhing a bit under my steady sucking. I took his entire cock in my mouth, from base to tip, making loud slurping sounds as I slowly slid my lips and tongue down to the tip. Rolling my tongue around the head, I could feel his resistance failing, and he came hard, spilling escort bayan bursa his seed down my throat. Happily, I opened my mouth to show it to him, before swallowing it so that he could see I enjoyed it as well. “Mmmm…another happy customer~”

He chuckled then, and redid his breeches, “I am impressed. You certainly have skill in what you do.”

“I certainly hope you cum back again,” I replied while redoing my top. “Can I consider you a regular?”

He blushed slightly, and then began to grin, “Certainly. Perhaps I would like to take on more…advanced services in the future.”

With that, I kissed him on the cheek and let him depart. With a first meeting such as that, I’m sure he’ll be back.

Second Time’s The Charm

It was early afternoon this time. I suppose that’s as good a time as any, in my line of work. I smiled to myself as I approached the door to the Inn…I knew he’d come calling…they always do.

I made sure to look my best that day: short black skirt that showed just enough ass, thigh high boots with eight inch heels to make my legs look even more slender, and a practically sheer black blouse…just a hint of the pink of my nipples showing through. Heck, I almost took my breath away when I saw this outfit. Confident, I climbed the stairs to his room, knocking softly on the door, and waiting.

I could hear him moving inside the room, could tell that he was already anticipating what would come. This would be fun.

He opened the door and smiled down on me, “Hello there, I’m glad you came.”

Flattery gets you everywhere in this game, but in his case, I didn’t need it. There was something about him that made me want a second meeting almost as much as he did. “How could I refuse a request from my favorite client?” I said, leaning on the door frame, “Can I cum in?”

I could see the color rise in his cheeks from the insinuation of my statement, “Of course, please,” he said, before motioning me inside. I could see him check the corridor before closing the door behind me, “I’m sorry for the short notice, but I’ve really wanted to see you again.” Eagerness was written all over his face as he stepped in front of me and grinned.

I stretched in front of him, making sure he got a good look at all of me before dropping my purse to the floor and stepping forward, making sure that my best assets were making an appearance, “So…what kind of fun did you have in mind tonight, Hmm~?”

He reached out his hand to my face, caressing my cheek. I leaned into the caress, smelling his scent as his fingers moved toward my hair, entwining there. “I have a few things in mind. Let’s just say I’m going to pay you well to stay with me until sunrise.” He brought out a money pouch and jingled it in front of me, letting the coins clank together with the promise of what was to come.

I smiled and took the purse from his hands, taking my time while bending over to place it in my bag and remove my tall boots. I could feel his eyes watching my every move, drinking it in like a man lost in the desert. “I think this will be acceptable for a full night of service,” I commented, before returning my gaze to his form.

He sat on the edge of the bed, eyes still examining my every feature as a small bulge made it’s way to the crotch of his pants. I smirked as he talked, “I’m glad we’re in agreement. Why don’t you show me some more of yourself first?”

I stripped for him as he talked, standing to face him, showing him the length of me and slowly unbuttoning the few clasps that held the thin pieces of fabric across my chest. I could see his eyes dialate and his pulse quicken as he watched me and spoke, “So…what does a full night of service entail, exactly?” He smirked and licked his lips continuing to watch my swaying form as I removed the blouse and tossed it toward him.

“It means I am yours, until the sun rises.” I slowly ran my hands up my torso, pausing to cup my breasts and massage them in small circles, teasingly. I could feel myself going into the zone, the one where I do this more for my own pleasure than his own, and grasped my nipples firmly in my fingers, pulling on them, and moaning softly. I could tell that he enjoyed the show, as the bulge became a tent and he patted the fullest part of his lap. “Have a seat,” he said, and I happily obliged him, sauntering over and slowly lowering my ass over his erection as I straddled his thighs and ran my fingers over his chest. “Hmm,” I said thoughtfully, “I’m afraid this shirt is going to have to go…”

Eager to please, he was out of his shirt in a flash, tossing it onto a chair across the room before winding his arms around me, clutching my naked flesh to his. “Let me taste those lips of yours,” he said, as he licked his own lips hungrily.

I smiled and kissed him deeply, opening my mouth to let him explore that bursa sinirsiz eskort part of me. While he was penetrating my mouth with his tongue, I began to grind my hips and tease him more, pushing him back onto the bed and placing his hands over his head. With that, his probing grew deeper, flicking his tongue against my own and bucking his hips upward toward my own sex, his cock throbbing hotly toward my dripping cunt.

“Someone’s happy to see me,” I commented playfully, “Maybe you should let him out so he can breathe.” With that, I trailed my nails down his chest, kneeling at the foot of the bed to be eye to eye with his constrained member. I tugged on the laces to his breeches, pulling the pants down and off of him before turning my attention back to his cock, “Well well, hello there. Haven’t met you yet. I’m Xeres~.”

With that, I kissed the head of his cock, and could feel it pulse against my closed lips, which I happily opened to accommodate him. His fingers entwined in my hair, and I could hear him moan as I slurped my way up his shaft, twirling my tongue around the sensitive head, looking up at him through long lashes. Up and down I continued to move, stroking his cock with my tongue, my lips, and adding my hands to the base of his shaft to add to the sensations.

He threw back his head and gasped, “Careful there…don’t want to finish me too early…” Ignoring him, I continued to work him with increased fervor, trying to take him as many times as I possibly could.

He grabbed my chin and pulled me closer to his face, waggling his finger at me. “Now now, it’s only fair that I play with you for a little bit…stand up against that wall for me.” He pointed at the wall opposite the big window, the light coming through the slats in narrow beams. I gave his cock a tender kiss before rising to my feet and, swaying my hips, walked slowly to the wall, leaning back on it, and spreading my legs for him.

He walked up to me, commandingly, before taking my waist with his hands, pulling me to him, and whispering breathily, “I want to know what makes you so irresistible.” His tongue trailed along the edge of my ear, then down my neck, making my knees shake slightly, “And what might that be?” I asked.

“I intend to find out,” he said, marking my neck softly with small bites and licks, sending shivers down my spine. “Could it possibly be these?” he said, taking my breasts into his hands and cupping them gently. I smirked at him, and in turn, he grasped my nipples between his fingers and rolled them and pinched them until a moan escaped my throat. Encouraged, he lowered his head and lightly outlined the nipples with his tongue, leaving a trail of moisture that cooled and left my nipples standing at attention.

“Ooooh,” I cooed, “Maybe. They certainly gain a lot of attention. I like that.”

He increased his attentions, nibbling on my nipples while a mix of pleasure and pain shot through me. “Oooh yes, that feels amazing. You’re good with that you know.”

He stood back up to look me in the eyes, “Those are wonderful, but perhaps it is something more…” He took my hand into his, bringing it to my mouth to suck on my fingers, his tongue teasing the sensitive nerve endings at the tips. “Perhaps…something lower?”

I chuckled and shrugged coyly, as he dropped to his knees in front of me, kissing the skin that peeked out from under my skirt, and trailing his kisses upward under it.

“See anything you like down there?” I asked, my breath coming in ragged bursts due to the anticipation of having his face so close.

He moved his head closer to the thin material of the thong that covered my dripping cunt, running his fingers deftly over the material that covered my slit. “I might have, but it appears I have some resistance,” he said, looking up at me intently.

“Well then, perhaps you should take care of that,” I replied, helping him decide what to do by grabbing his hair into my hand and tugging lightly.

He slowly moved his mouth over my pussy then, trailing his lips and tongue over the thin material. He flicked his tongue over the material, finding the area most sensitive and focusing there, causing my breath to run ragged, “Ooooh, I think you found it…” With that, I pulled his head closer to me, grinding my hips as his tongue explored. He slipped the material to the side with a quick movement of his fingers, and stared at my flesh that was exposed there. With a slight moan, he latched over my clit, licking and sucking the pearl there with increased vigor. With my encouragement, his tongue trailed down my slit to my opening, and there, his tongue penetrated me. I could feel my hips bucking against his face as he fucked me with his tongue, moist, shallow thrusts that only served to make me wetter. He soon pulled away, my juices running down his escort bayan chin, to look up at me. “I think I found out why you’re so irresistible,” he told me, a smirk playing across his face.

“Oh? Do tell?” I said coyly, nibbling on my finger and then licking it, “What makes me so…irresistible, do you think?”

“It’s not the individual things,” he said, rising. “But rather…” and then he placed his hand on my cheek, letting the warmth from his body flow into mine, “It’s the whole you.”

“Well then,” I replied, “You’ve got me all to yourself tonight.”

With that, he put his hands on my ass, cupping the cheeks and lifting me off of my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and he carried me over to the edge of the bed. Violently, he disentangled myself from him and threw me down, “That I do, and we’re going to start taking advantage of it.”

I laid there, spread out, and lifted my hands above my head, showing no resistance, “I am sure we will both enjoy this.”

With that, he took his hard cock in his hand, rubbing the tip of the shaft up and down my soaking wet slit. “Mmm…ready for me?”

“Since the moment I knocked on the door…I’ve been waiting and waiting. Don’t hold back.”

That was all of the encouragement he needed. With those words, he rammed his iron stiff rod into my pussy, spreading my walls and causing me to gasp in pleasure. He stood there a moment, not moving, enjoying the sensation. He was bigger than I had thought…”So big…bigger than I had hoped,” I told him. He began thrusting harder and faster at that, making my tits bounce up and down with each pounding. “I’m going to make my cock the only cock you’ll ever want,” he said through heavy breaths.

“Keep going like this and I’m sure it will be,” I said, leaning up to kiss him. He returned my kiss and then picked my ass up off of the bed, gripping it tightly as he bounced me up and down on his long, hard shaft. I could feel myself losing control, moaning deeply as his thrusts sent shivers through me, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. Right when I thought I would hit my peak, he suddenly turned around and fell down on the bed, with me still on top of him. “Your turn,” he said with a sly grin.

With a smirk I began to go to work, grinding my pelvis in slow circles, rubbing the length of his erection along the sensitive interior walls of my throbbing pussy. “Why didn’t you call me sooner for this?” I asked. “I wonder that myself,” he replied.

I placed my hand on his chest, using it to steady me as I began to bob up and down on his cock. I could see his eyes roll back in his head, so I reached behind me and grabbed his balls, giving them a quick squeeze. With that, he pulled me off of him and turned me so that I was face down on the bed. “I want you on all fours,” he growled, “I’m going to make you my whore.”

I slowly crawled up to my hands and knees, raising my ass into the air and spreading my legs slightly so he could see the swollen, dripping lips of my cunt. “Mmmm…” he began to moan, “Beg for it like the little whore you are.” He began to tease me with the tip of his cock, moving it slowly up and down, only threatening to enter me at any time.

“Oh…” I moaned, “I need that big cock of yours. Nothing will ever satisfy me again except for yours.” I didn’t care if he knew it was just pretense. If he did, he didn’t make it known. He ate my words up as he lubricated his cock with the dripping juices from my pussy before finally ramming his hard shaft deep inside my snatch.

Over and over again, he pounded away, and I could feel the muscles in my body tensing. Close to the edge, I grabbed the sheets for support, and buried my head into one of the pillows, moaning so loud that I’m sure the Twelve could hear me. He slapped my ass hard, leaving a red handprint like a calling card, “Fuck, I’m so close…where do you want it?”

I called to him over my shoulder, “Cum all over me…all over my back. Cover it in your hot seed, now!” I could feel my pussy muscles tighten around his shaft, begging him for release then and there.

With a final thrust, he pulled out, stroking his member until it exploded on me, hot seed falling like raindrops over my lower back and ass, running down my crack, down my thighs, and making little droplets on the sheet. “Oooh, so much,” I noticed, “You’ve really been pent up.”

He fell back on the bed next to me with a grunt, sighing contentedly, “So good…”

I rolled onto my side, not caring about the cooling semen on my back, “Done already?” I inquired playfully. I slid down to where his cock was waiting, licking my juices and his mingled seed off of the shaft with soft, quick licks of my tongue. He twitched under me, and I smiled, licking it again.

“I don’t think you’re going to get too much more out of me,” he confessed.

I smirked back at him before rolling off of the bed and heading to the washroom, “Well, then, I suggest you rest. You need to be ready to go again when I get back.” With that I turned and walked from the room, giving him time to gather himself.

When I returned…well…a lady doesn’t have to tell everything, now does she?

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If you’ve been to a strip club– oh, pardon me, Gentleman’s Club– in the last decade or two, you know what the girls look like these days. Long and lean, muscular and aerobicized. The day of the buxom burlesque queen, or even the natural-breasted cornfed honeys of the 1970s, is long past. If you like back, at best you might get the occasional black dancer with some booty, but the white girls all shop in the petite section.

Don’t get me wrong, I admire a gal like that as a sort of architectural construction. They’re certainly young and sort of beautiful, and that’s what strip clubs hire for. And I’m impressed to see one of them hoist her 108 pounds up onto the pole, flip upside-down, and slide down slowly, like an Olympic gymnast. But when they come by after their dances to invite me to go drop a wad on a private dance, well, I find a way to politely pass. I’m happy to watch girls built like that, but having them writhe up and down on me is like having a teenage boy do it, which is not something I have any intention of actually experiencing, ever.

So the first time I saw Yvette– that was her stage name, anyway– at Primroses on Baxter Road near the airport, she stood out because, well, things on her stood out. She had rounded, floppy breasts, a curvy behind, real hips, soft arms and thighs– in short, somehow she didn’t fit the muscular profile, but she got hired anyway. And once she got on stage, it was easy to see why– she had an immediate connection with the audience, knew how to keep them interested and act as if they were turning her on. Too many dancers seem to be off in their own private world (possibly drug-enhanced), but Yvette had the gift of making every man in the room feel like she was dancing just for him.

Now, you know you have no business going back for a private dance in any club unless you’re willing to see money vanish at a startling rate. So I ration such activities carefully, using them to make a serious contribution to the income of a dancer who’s really put on a great show, and not just to pad the checking account of every girl who works me. But Yvette got me three times in a couple of months, not only because she did a great private dance, and didn’t seem to mind my hand brushing against things I wasn’t strictly supposed to touch, but because I liked having a soft, curvy woman like her rubbing all over me. It got a reaction that those lean, bony gals didn’t quite achieve.

So I was surprised one Friday night when she seemed distant and even angry on stage. Fight with her boyfriend? Red-light-camera ticket? Hard to say, but when she left the stage without even trying to hustle me for a dance– me, a known sucker!– I was curious. I saw that she stopped over by the bar to talk to another of the girls, so I took my $4.50 Bud Light and walked over by her, waiting politely until she saw me and said hi. Which she did, sullenly.

“Not such a good night?” I said.

“You could say that,” she said. “Try, my last night.”

I was shocked. “You got fired?”

“You don’t have to announce it to the whole world,” she said.

“Oh hell, getting fired is nothing,” I said. “If you don’t get fired once in a while, you’re not worth the trouble of firing. Is your boss an asshole?”

“Damn görükle escort bayan right,” she said.

“Well, then, why give his opinion any validity by listening to it? What was his problem?”

“Maybe we should go sit down,” she said.

We went over to one of the tables, a row or two back from the stage so the skinny dancer on stage wouldn’t expect me to pay too much attention to her. “So what happened, did he harass you?”

“He said I wasn’t thin enough to be a dancer,” she said. “I know I’ve put on a few pounds lately, but I’m always first or second in tips–“

“Which means he has no frickin’ clue what guys like me like,” I said. I looked her over. Yeah, maybe she was a little broader in the behind lately, and her little tummy pooched out a little. But she was totally hot, and those soft curves were a big part of the reason why. “Honey, you’re gorgeous, and the tips prove that I’m not the only guy who thinks so. So why the hell is he listening to his own dumbass opinion instead of the money you bring in? I was under the impression that strip club owners were at least somewhat interested in money,” I added, and she laughed.

“Okay, maybe it’s not as bad as all that,” she said. “But it just makes you feel so worthless. I know I’m hot–“

“You are so hot. But you knew I thought that.”

“Yeah, I’ve felt something that made me think you think that,” she said.

“Listen,” I said. “If this is going to be your last night here, I want to send you off with a ba– er, in style. One last dance, and I promise you a very big tip. To tide you over till you land at a new place.”

“It’s a deal,” she said.

* * *

She led me back to the private area and I sat down on a soft couch, sinking backwards into its cushions. I looked up at the curved mirror which was mounted at the end of the room, and saw the bouncer watching us, bored. Then Yvette pushed my hands down onto the couch to give me the signal that no touching was allowed.

The music started in the other room and she started moving in front of me. She unbuttoned the flimsy black top she was wearing and revealed her breasts– of course, I had just seen them on stage a few minutes before. Yes, maybe they were a little bigger and droopier than they had been when she first started. We should all have such problems; they were gorgeously round and dangling, and soon she was pressing my face in between them, swaying gently back and forth so that her boobs caressed my face.

She moved up, my nose rubbing against her soft, round little belly until she was standing over me on the arms of the couch, her panties in my face. She gyrated her crotch over me, pantomiming rubbing herself up and down my lips. She’d done this before, but this time she came closer and closer, until– she pressed her pussy right against my face, I could feel the pelvic bone and the softness around it, separated from me by only the thinnest layer of silk. Nervous, I glanced up at the mirror, but realized that the bouncer couldn’t see, from this angle, if she was six inches away or smashed into my face.

She hopped down, giving me a look that suggested she was in a particularly mischievous mood. Now she sat down in my lap, right on my boner, and altıparmak eskort purred as she felt it. If her ass was a little bigger, it found no objection from me as its soft curves spread out in my lap. She arched her back like a cat, nuzzling my neck with her lips as her ass dug into my crotch, massaging my hardon like a pair of hands. Meanwhile, her hands reached for mine and placed them alongside her hips, inviting me to feel her ass. I rubbed and squeezed it gently as she rode my lap, it was a beautifully-shaped ass, round and smooth, any man would give his left nut to make love to such a gorgeously, indisputably female ass.

She put her mouth against my ear. “Would you like me to earn a really big tip on my last night?” she asked.

“How much,” I said, a little concerned.

“Whatever you think it was worth, sweetie,” she said, and then stood up again. She got down on her knees and started rubbing her body up my lap; then down again, my boner tracing a line from her belly, between her breasts, and up to her chin. She moved up again to my face– and this time she deftly reached for my fly and zipped it down, allowing my underwear-covered boner to pop out like a tentpole. Unless you were one of us, though, there was no way of seeing what she’d just done, and from the bouncer’s perspective, it would have looked exactly the same as she rubbed my hardon against her belly, then between her breasts, and down to her chin– where she planted a playful kiss on the end of my dick, or at least the cloth covering it. Then as she moved up, she stuffed it back in and zipped the fly over it– not entirely comfortably for me.

“Move over a little, would you hon?” she said. I scooted over to one side of the couch and she made herself a place next to me on the other side. Then she got up on her knees a little and started nuzzling my neck again. It seemed an odd position from which to do it– and then I felt her hand take mine and slide it up her thighs until it was pressing against her pussy in the cloth. Again, she had calculated exactly how to block the bouncer’s view via the mirror; it would just look as if my hand was down where it was supposed to be.

As she moved her breasts up and down my face, she also rubbed herself against my hand, her breath getting heavier. I felt the panties grow warm and wet, and then I felt her reach quickly down and pull the crotch of her panties to one side. Again she acted as if nothing had happened, but now my hand was up against her velvety warm pussy, her actual soft juicy pussy, her juices flowing onto my hand as she humped it. I moved my index finger slightly and she moved down onto it, seeming to suck it inside her pussy, fucking my finger.

A song ended, and the deejay made the usual bored, inane introduction (“Gentlemen, show your appreciation for Latisha…”) She withdrew her pussy from my hand and stood up again, facing me. She brought her breasts to my face, and as she rubbed them against my face, I could see her keeping an eye on the mirror. After a moment another girl came into the room with a customer– and in the flash of an instant, she had zipped my fly open again and fished my cock out of my underwear, leaving it fully exposed to the nilüfer escort air. She whipped around and had her ass in my lap in no time, my cock pressed backward against my stomach. As she shimmied her ass up my lap, I felt her pull her panties to one side again– and then she sat down on my cock, stuffing it inside her warm, wet pussy.

I had to admire the contortions she could go through to fuck me without looking like she was doing it. Her ass was pressed against my crotch, so my cock entered her from behind, while her back was arched so that her stomach seemed to cover a clear view of what her crotch was up to. She moved rhythmically, languorously, seemingly to the music, and only she and I could tell that in those slow, sinuous movements, she was humping my cock, feeling its friction as it rubbed deep into her pussy and back out again. It only took a minute– maybe she didn’t want it to last too long– and then I had to stifle a groan and sit rigidly still as I pumped my cum into her. When I was done she slid off me, flipping around to quickly prevent a view of my cock, and then she used her torso to block a view of her hand as she pushed my falling cock back into my underwear and pulled the zipper up.

She sat down next to me, that mischievous smile still on her lips. “Thanks for making my last night so special,” she said.

“Uh, no, you made it special for me,” I stammered stupidly.

“You’d better go,” she said. I reached into my wallet, pulled out a healthy stack of twenties, and gave them to her. “Thanks, sweetie,” she said, and kissed me on the lips for the first time. I kissed back, and then the bouncer let out a stage cough and she stopped.

I stood up and started to reach for my beer. “No, seriously, you need to go now,” she said, suddenly very serious. I looked into her face and there was a different girl there now, more like the one when I’d first walked in, angry, yet also determined. And urging me to leave, now, before– what?

I didn’t ask questions; I didn’t press my luck. I waved Yvette goodbye, and within sixty more seconds, within three minutes of an amazing fuck, I was turning out of the parking lot and on my way home.

* * *

The next morning I logged onto the local newspaper’s website. I have to admit, Yvette’s last words, her sudden change of temperament had left me a little uneasy. How much did I know about her, really? How real is the persona a stripper presents to the customer? It wasn’t impossible that her words of warning, and her unexpected fuck, had been the prelude to– what? Arson? Murder? Suicide? Who knew who Yvette was, really?

The top story was about a tornado in another part of the state. Nothing close by to confirm my fears– and then I saw it.

UNDERCOVER POLICEWOMAN ALLEGES PROSTITUTION AT LOCAL CLUB

Next to the story there was an official photo of a dark-haired woman, identified as Officer Stacy Niehringer of the State Bureau of Investigation, awarded several citations for her past work. In this case, Officer Niehringer’s undercover work as a dancer at Primroses on Baxter Road had led to the arrest of manager Robert L. Protheroe on charges of allowing his premises, specifically a private dance room, to be used for prostitution.

I looked at the photo. The dully official photography and the stern look on the Officer Niehringer’s face were a world away from the shadowy atmosphere of Primroses. But you could just imagine what she would look like, working undercover in that place.

Yeah, I figured Yvette wasn’t her real name.

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As a travel nurse, I have been very busy these last 2 years due to the Covid virus. I am one of the few people that actually did better financially than most. I have done travel assignments in NYC, Houston, Dallas, Denver and most recently Boise. I have had several different travel buddies. Those are friends that accept the same travel assignment as a companion. It is very comforting to know that although I am in a strange hospital, in a strange city for 13 weeks, I have a trusted friend to have my back. Typically, we book in the same extended stay hotel to make commuting to work easier and to enjoy each other’s company on our days off.

This last assignment in Boise, was different, my travel buddy, Ragan and I decided to share an house together. At first my wife, Amy wasn’t too supportive of me sharing a house with another woman. Her concerns were understandable. I wouldn’t like the idea of her sharing a house with another man, but she has known Ragan for years. We are friends with her and her boyfriend. We have all vacationed together several times and although Ragan is an attractive woman, I have never been attracted to her. Add to that, I am about 15 years older than her. After I explained to Amy, how much money I could save, she reluctantly agreed.

As with every new assignment, the WORST part is the orientation. Settling into a routine happens pretty quickly. Ragan is very sociable, she hasn’t ever met a stranger it seems. I’m the kind of guy that has enough friends and although I am friendly to the new co-workers, I’m not interested in adding them on social media. I go to work, do my job taking care of my patients, then go home.

Before my third travel assignment, Amy bought me a fleshlight. For those that are unaware, this is a latex vagina that feels remarkably like a real pussy. She knows how much I love fucking and since I’m usually away from her for weeks between her visits, she wanted me to have a pussy to fuck rather than using my hand all the time. I have now taken it on 3 assignments and have put it to very good use.

About a week ago, Ragan and I worked our night shift together. Several of the staff nurses asked us to go out to breakfast and BloodyMarys after work. As I stated earlier, that’s not my thing. I declined but Ragan agreed to go. From previous experience, I expected her to be out with her new friends for a couple of hours.

When I got to the house I ran a very hot bubble bath and settled into the tub with a big glass of wine. As I’m sure many of you do, I paid a lot of attention to my crotch area with all of the suds from my moisturizing soap. I lathered up both hands and slowly began to pleasure myself. I used my left hand to slowly go up and down on my shaft. I’d circle the head of my cock then I’d go back to slowly but firmly stroking my shaft up and down, up and down.

With my right hand I focused on caressing my balls. My lathered fingers glided over and around my testicle. As I stroked myself faster and firmer, my middle finger slid down and teased my tight lite anus. As I lay back against the tub, my finger penetrated my ass up to the first joint, about an inch. I slowly slid it in and out as I stroked my cock up and down. I had quite a rhythm going. I had been in the bath about half an hour and was very eager to slide my dick into th

a tight little hole.

I pulled the drain plug and towelled myself dry. I checked my maps app on my phone and saw that Ragan was still at the restaurant. I closed the door to my room and turned on my smart TV. I chose the internet app and opened my favorite porn site.

I settled into my bed, I pulled my fleshlight from my bedside drawer and lubricated it to get it ready to accept my throbbing cock. Then I searched for “erotic encounters”. I knew I had at least 30 minutes before Ragan would be home, most likely another hour, so I turned the volume up pretty loud. I picked a video that had a dude sleeping. His wife came in and started to stroke escort bayan his cock and slide her mouth down the shaft. As he awoke, she told him to keep his hands to himself and to keep his eyes closed.

As she continued to work his shaft, another naked woman quietly entered their room. The wife motioned her to come closer and they switched out. The new girl continued the licking sucking and stroking.

I slid that latex pussy up and down on my cock in sync with that video. The new girl changed position and lowered her pussy down onto the head of his penis as the wife watched. Once the fucking really got going the wife told him to open his eyes. He looked and saw his wife’s best friend bouncing up and down on his cock…

At that point I shot my cum deep inside my play pussy. I continued the motion until the last drop of warm semen oozed out of me. I lay there with the euphoria that comes after a powerful ejaculation.

6 hours later I woke up and my TV was still on. The volume was still high and to my horror, porn videos were still playing. I fumbled for my remote control and turned the TV off. But I knew that the volume had been loud enough that Ragan would have heard every moan, every orgasm, every ass slap for the past 6 hours.

I put my robe on and slowly opened my door. I saw that, as expected, her door was closed but I also noticed that her TV volume was pretty high too. I knew instinctively that she turned hers up to drown out the sounds of sex blaring from my room.

I went into the bathroom to clean my sex toy. I have never been so quiet as I was that day. The very last thing I wanted was to face Ragan. We had talked about going to take one of the Boise Trolley Tours to learn more about the city After we woke up. But I didn’t even want to be there when she woke up.

I decided to go walk along the Boise River Greenbelt and think about how I was going to explain myself. After about an hour, I had decided to wait for her to bring it up. Then I would just explain that I really missed Amy and needed to relieve myself as all adults do. I never thought about it before, but I am sure Ragan masturbates to meet her unfulfilled needs too. I would point out that i wouldnt judge her for how she does it.

Unfortunately, once I started thinking about it, I couldn’t stop thinking about her masturbating. I tried to imagine how she does it. I wondered what she thought about while she rubbed her clit and fingered her vagina. I assumed she must have a dildo and/or vibrator. My mind began to imagine her naked. I felt like I was spiralling down a path of lust for my good friend.

I made my way back to the house and found her door still closed and her TV still loud. I assumed she would have turned it down if she had woken up and realized I wasn’t there. To be honest, I was relieved, I had something on my mind that had to be dealt with.

At that point, I went to my room, closed the door again and got into bed. I visualized Ragan on me cowgirl style. Her large titties bouncing up and down above my face. I came very quickly that time. I used my t-shirt to wipe myself clean, got dressed and went out to the living room.

About an hour later I heard the volume decrease from her room but she didn’t come out. I waited about thirty more minutes then texted her to see if she still wanted to go to the Trolley tour. No answer. Even though I could see that she had read my text. I waited another half hour, then I went and knocked on her door. I asked her if we could talk. I had another eight weeks with her in this house and didn’t want it to be awkward that whole time.

She came out a little later and acted like everything was normal. She asked me what I wanted to talk about and sat on the couch across from me. I couldn’t help but notice that she wasn’t wearing a bra and that her shorts seemed a little shorter than usual. She sat on the couch with her knees pulled up. She probably sits like that all the time, altıparmak escort bayan but now that I was thinking of her sexually it was a sexy position.

I apologized for how loud my TV was. I’m sure I was blushing a little but kept going. I mentioned that I had fallen asleep with the TV on and never intended to disrupt her sleep. She never acknowledged that she heard anything specific and jumped up and said, “let’s go Trolley”. I admit that I chose to believe her and felt a lot of relief. We went and had a great time. Our work life went on and I gradually quit thi king of her in sexual way. I always remembered to set my TV timer to turn off after 30 minutes and I kept my volume low even when she wasn’t home.

About a month after that event, my Amy came to Idaho to visit. I hadn’t seen her in nine weeks. That first night, Ragan was scheduled to work so we had the house to ourselves. We Fucked like pornstars. As we lay in each other’s arms, she asked me how things were going with Ragan. Was there any awkwardness? Were there any annoyances? Were there any temptations?

We have always been open with each other, about lustful thoughts, temptation and innocent flirting. I am a straight male nurse, surrounded by women every day at work. Amy knows I have a strong sexual nature. She also knows that I have never strayed in our marriage. Unlike Jimmy Carter, we don’t consider sexual fantasy as actual cheating. We often share our fantasies while we make love. She has heard my fantasy of being surprised by her bringing a woman to fuck me. She has watched that type of porn with me a hundred different ways. But we both know that fantasy is separate from reality.

Even with all of that, I didn’t want her to worry about me and Ragan, after she went back home, so I didn’t mention my lustful thoughts towards Ragan those weeks earlier.

Amy spent a week with us in Boise. I had to work three of those nights. Two of those nights Ragan was off. The two of them spent that time together and enjoyed the zoo and the aquarium.

The last night that Amy was in town, Ragan decided to work extra. She wanted us to be able to be alone since Amy and I wouldn’t see each other for almost another month.

We went to a romantic dinner then headed back to the house to enjoy each other. She told me to go shower then get in bed. She had turned on my favorite porn for me to watch while she showered. She said she wanted me to be fully primed and ready for her.

I watched two women 69 with the wife on bottom. The husband was fucking her friend from behind. This is my favorite, with the wife watching her husband’s cock enter another pussy as she licks his shaft and sucks on his balls.

Amy walked into my room naked and told me to lay on my stomach. Then she told me to open my legs. I obeyed of course. She told me to grab the headboard with both hands and to not let go until she told me to. I did. She told me to close my eyes. I closed them. She crawled onto the bed and cupped my balls as they lay there fully exposed. She reached up under me and pulled my hard cock down and out. She stroked the underside and told me that she wanted me to fantasize that I was living out the porno I had just watched. She insisted that the hand that was caressing my balls was not her hand. She spread my cheeks and I felt her warm spit land on my anus. She used a finger to probe my asshole, gingerly at first. Then, as my sphincter relaxed, she inserted her whole finger into my ass. I heard and felt my gasp as her fingertip pushed on my prostate.

She continued to finger fuck my ass, as I rocked up and down to meet her thrusts. She leaned in close to my ear and told me to pretend that Ragan was fucking my ass. I was thrown off by that because we never give a real name in our fantasy.

I just moaned in agreement. Amy told me to pretend and tell Ragan what I wanted her to do to me. I said, “Ragan, I want to Roll onto my nilüfer eskort back and have you deep throat my cock but keep poking my ass the whole time.

Amy leaned in again and told me to roll over but to keep my eyes closed and picture Ragan. I did as I was told. In my mind, as Amy deep throated my shaft, I was picturing Ragan. In this position, she couldn’t reach my prostate, but the feeling of her fingering my asshole was amazing. It was so hard not to open my eyes and watch, but when my Amy, takes control in bed, I obey.

I felt Amy reposition, and lower her dripping wet pussy down onto my throbbing cock. She then told me I could use my hands but to keep my eyes closed. I immediately reached up and grabbed her hips to push her down on me even harder. Her hips were little softer than usual. But the pussy was as tight as ever. I reached up to grab her firm B cups. Instead, I found softer, D cups. I opened my eyes against my orders and saw Ragan’s huge titties right above my face. I looked up further and saw Ragan’s flushed face staring down at me. Amy was sitting next to me watching her husband’s hard dick sliding in and out of our friends shaved pussy. I immediately shot the largest, most powerful load of cum, straight into Ragan’s vagina. She leaned forward and put her hard left nipple right into my mouth. I sucked on that nipple like a newborn trying to get milk.

Amy, just watched as I rolled Ragan over onto her back and proceeded to explore every inch of her body. I eventually ended up titty fucking her at Amy’s request. After about ten minutesof bliss, I pushed the tip of my penis into her mouth and she sucked the rest of the cum out of my body.

I was exhausted and rolled off of her. Amy wasted no time, taking my place on Ragan. For the next hour or so, my beautiful bride and one of our best friends fucked each other every way possible. When they finally got around to 69, I couldn’t resist. I got up behind Ragan and entered her again. Just like in my favorite movies, my wife had a close up view of me fucking Ragan. She teabagged my balls, she licked my shaft as it thrusts back and forth into the new pussy. She also moaned more emphatically than I’ve ever heard, as Ragan devoured her pussy. This time I lasted much longer. I attempted to enter Ragan’s asshole but that was a no go. When I finally shot my load and creampied Ragan again, Amy was in the perfect position to lick up my cum as it slid out of Ragan’s now stretched pussy lips.

My exhaustion was beyond anything I have ever known. I collapsed and slept for the rest of the night. I have no idea if they continued or slept. By the time I awoke, the ladies were up and making breakfast. When I entered the kitchen, Amy grabbed me and told me how much she loved me. She thanked me for fulfilling her fantasy. I could only smile, knowing that she knew that she fulfilled my fantasy. I had just never put a real name in my fantasy.

Over breakfast, they explained how the plan had come into existence. Ragan had called Amy the day I had left the TV on. Telling her how awkward she felt. Amy had jokingly suggested that Ragan go into the room and turn the TV off. Evidently Ragan said she couldn’t because she was so turned on by what she was hearing, that she would probably take the opportunity to crawl up next to me naked and see what happened. Over the next few weeks leading up to Amy’s visit they made their plan.

Amy left that evening to return home. Ragan and I were going to be alone in Boise for the next three weeks. Most of the time we were on opposite nights. On the 8 nights we both had off, we would videocall Amy so that she could watch and listen as we enjoyed each others bodies. Amy made it clear that we could not include anybody else but that we could fully enjoy each other.

We are looking for our next travel assignment together. We are looking for an assignment closer to home, so that Amy can visit more, and Ragan is wanting to bring her boyfriend into the fun. I am looking forward to watching from the closet as Amy and Ragan trick Mark as they tricked me. Once they get him going and after he cums in my wife the first time, I’ll sneak out of the closet and join them. Amy has some double penetration fantasies that I expect may finally happen.

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Before the story starts, I just want to give a huge thank you to kenjisato for editing the grammatical nightmare that was my original text. If you’ve read my first two stories, you’ll know that I was in dire need of a proofreader and kenjisato was really helpful.

I hated my job. Hours on end sitting at my desk, the tedious monotony gnawing away at my soul day by day. My coworkers were boring, my boss was a dick, and my pay was so bad, that I was forced to live in some crappy flat with my best mate, Jack. The one thing I didn’t hate about my job, the one tiny piece of redemption, was the location. It was just a ten minute drive from my flat, meaning I didn’t need to get up until 8:00am every day. For this, Jack was infinitely jealous of me, as he was forced to get up at 6:00am every morning, and was long gone by the time I rose from my extended slumber.

This difference in schedules actually turned out to be advantageous. We both showered every morning which would’ve been a problem if he wasn’t forced to shower at stupid o’clock in the morning. By the time I needed the bathroom, the shower had already dried. And so, every day, I got up at eight and headed to the bathroom. I shit, shaved and showered, before grabbing a bite to eat, getting dressed and leaving for work. Nothing ever changed. Nothing was ever new or different. Same old, same old. Day in, day out. Until Jessica arrived.

I jolted awake to the sound of my angry alarm. Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I trundled over to the bathroom in the boxers I had slept in the night before. Like clockwork, I sat down to take my morning shit, before washing my hands and starting to shave.

I got no more than forty-five seconds in before an abrupt knocking shattered my morning routine. Ugh, Jessica. Jack’s sister had been staying in the flat for two days, and would likely not leave for another week or two. Her flat had flooded or something–I didn’t really care–and she was sleeping on our couch for a while. I’d be fine with it if she wasn’t such a bitch to me. Whenever I bumped into her she’d always make a passive aggressive comment of some description, and it was really starting to piss me off. “What do you want?” I asked loudly.

“Hey, I need the toilet. Can you hurry up?”

“No can do. Sorry I’m on a tight schedule, gotta leave by 8:50am.”

“Come onnnnn. I really need a piss!” I caught myself smiling into the mirror at the fact I was inconveniencing her.

“Can’t you wait? At least until I’ve finished shaving. I’ll be ten minutes. Tops.”

“Please. If you don’t let me in, then I’ll…”

“Then you’ll what?” I asked, now infuriated at her persistence.

“I swear to god if you don’t let me in I will piss myself, right here, right now.”

It was a ridiculous threat but, knowing how batshit crazy Jessica was, I believed her. So I moved to the bathroom door, accepting it’d likely only be a two-minute delay. I unlocked it, and it immediately swung open, revealing Jessica standing in nothing but a dressing gown.

“Thank you, thank you, thank gorukle escort you, thank you, thank you,” she said frantically, as she barged past me to the toilet. Before I even had time to leave the room, she had made it to the toilet and sat down, but not before dropping her bathrobe to the floor, leaving her entirely naked. I stopped dead in my tracks, staring at her body, one that I had never before noticed the beauty of.

I was truly bewildered at how hot Jessica was, and how I had never noticed before. She began pissing as my eyes remained trained on her. Piss gushed out of her perfect pussy that sat just below her neatly trimmed bush.

“What the fuck are you doing, creep? Get out!” she demanded.

I came to my senses before apologising profusely and leaving. About a minute later, she came out, dressing gown back on, and passed me without a word. I went back to my morning routine, but this time my mind was elsewhere, unable to get her perky tits, puffy pussy and juicy ass, out of my mind.

To my relief, Jessica didn’t mention our bathroom incursion to Jack over dinner. We didn’t talk about it at all, and I went to bed horny. That night, I rubbed one out to the thought of my best friend’s sister. I envisioned her head bouncing up and down on my stiff cock, her hazelnut hair resting gently on my bed as she fucked me with her mouth. I came hard into my tissues while imagining Jessica swallowing my hot load, before promptly falling asleep.

I jolted awake to the sound of my angry alarm. Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I trundled over to the bathroom in the boxers I had slept in the night before. Like clockwork, I–what the fuck?

As I opened the door, I was met, not by an empty bathroom, but by Jessica laying in the full bath, staring straight back at me. Bubbles covered up everything except her head, but the knowledge of her nudity had me immediately aroused. “What the fuck?” I verbalised, before turning away and blocking my eyes. “You know how tight my schedule is I need to use the shower!”

“I’ll be ten minutes. Tops,” she replied, in a comically-stupid impersonation of me.

“Fucking hell, Jessica! I’m gonna be late because of you. You fucking–” I stopped myself, not wanting to call my best friend’s sister a cunt.

“Ugh. Fine, just shave now and by the time you’re done, I’ll be done,” was her reply, while she maintained a completely calm tone.

“No, I’m not gonna just shave while you’re in the bath.”

“Why not? Don’t you trust yourself not to peek?” she said, as her left hand moved over her right breast.

Reluctantly, I stepped back into the room and started shaving.

I was around half way done when I heard a low moan coming from behind me. “You know I can hear you, right?” I said, now looking at her through the mirror.

“I always have a wank in the bath,” she explained, as if this was in any way a normal thing. “Just keep shaving, unless you want to be late.”

“What’s wrong with you?”

“Look, either you can keep shaving and let me lie here and altıparmak eskort bayan fuck myself, or I can tell my brother you stared at me naked yesterday. Clear?”

I obliged, but struggled to concentrate, as I became painfully aware of the incredibly attractive woman masturbating just five feet away from me. Her moaning became louder and louder as my cock began to stiffen, and I sneaked occasional glances at her. Her right arm moved furiously around her pubic region, water sloshing everywhere.

Next thing I knew, she was cumming violently, her orgasm shaking through her body as she stared at my face in the mirror. I feigned disinterest as she recovered. She unplugged the bath before stepping out, standing next to me with no attempt to hide her body.

“Look, Jessica. I don’t know what you’re trying to do but it isn’t gonna work,” I announced, careful to keep my eyes dead on, not letting myself look at her.

“I’m just having some fun, and clearly you are, too,” she replied, referring to my obviously-erect cock that strained at the fabric of my boxers. “It’s so cute, watching you try to resist me. But sooner or later you’ll give up,” she said, as I saw her rubbing her tits out of the corner of my eye. “You want me. And you know it.” She slapped my ass before leaving the bathroom.

She was right. I wanted her bad. But I couldn’t, Jack was my best friend, it’d be too weird. But god, I spent the rest of the day thinking about her in the bath. That night, long after Jack had gone to bed, I made my way to the lounge. “Jessica,” I whispered into the darkness. “Jessica we need to talk.”

“About what?” Came the reply. The room was pitch black and I had no idea where the voice came from.

“You know damn well what. Okay, first thing’s first, you need to stop taking morning baths. If I’m late for work, my boss will kill me. And second, what the fuck do you want from me?”

“Who says I want anything from you?”

“Ugh. I don’t know maybe the fact that you forced me to watch you jerk off!”

“I didn’t force you, plus I seem to remember you getting a boner,” she whispered more seductively then mockingly.

CLICK.

The light came on, and I turned to see Jack standing at the door. “What are you doing in here?”

“Oh, I’m just getting a drink,” I replied.

“Okay, just don’t wake up Jessica, she always gets cranky when she doesn’t get enough sleep.”

Close one.

I jolted awake to the sound of my angry alarm. Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I trundled over to the bathroom in the boxers I had slept in the night before.

This time, I prepared for whatever weird event Jessica had planned for me to deal with. I opened the door and looked inside the bathroom. No one. Maybe she’d listened. Then I remembered this was Jessica–she definitely hadn’t listened. I knew something was gonna happen, but I had no idea as to what. Either way, I still had to go through the rigmarole. To my surprise, I shit and shaved in peace. I took off my boxers and hesitantly nilüfer eskort bayan stepped under the shower, allowing its gentle barrage of water to wash away my paranoia–but I pulled the shower curtain shut, just in case.

For the first time in two days, I relaxed, forgetting about the craziness between me and Jessica. I even started to hum along to a tune I had stuck in my head. I shut my eyes, as I ran my shampoo-laden hands through my hair. When I opened them I saw none other than Jessica standing in front of me, once again completely naked. Water bounced off of her perky breasts, occasionally collecting in droplets on her erect nipples. Her usually fluffy hair was now stuck to her shoulders and she gave me a devious smile. I stood in silence, unable, for a moment, to determine whether this was fiction or reality.

“What are you waiting for?” she asked.

Without wasting another moment, I pushed her against the wall, water flowing over both of us, and I pushed my throbbing member into her forcefully. Her ass squashed up against the tiles, as I began to pound my cock into her. This was not an act of love, but one of raw, sexual desire. We both needed each other in the most purely primal way possible. Her nails dug into my back as I jackhammered my shaft back and forth in her tight pussy.

I groaned without restraint, as her pussy gripped on my cock. And it was only a few minutes until I felt my orgasm building. Her moaning became louder until she came screaming out one word: “JACK!” I didn’t even notice at the time, as my entire brain was lost in a whirlwind of pleasure. Her muscles contracted and I couldn’t take it any longer, my cock erupted into her, dumping buckets of cum into her pussy. A few moments later, she simply left the room without saying another word. I stepped out of the shower, intending on talking to her, but I checked my watch and saw that I needed to hurry up for work.

The next morning I didn’t need an alarm. I woke up an hour early naturally, and made sure I went to the bathroom before her. She came in wearing her bathrobe and I immediately moved to untie its knot.

“Woah, getting a bit bold there. I hope I don’t have to remind you that I call the shots. Or if you’d prefer I could tell Jack you’ve been fucking his sweet, little sister,” she announced confidently.

I laughed before continuing to remove her bathrobe. “I think you’ll find that I call the shots now. Unless, you want me to tell Jack that his sweet, little sister screams out his name when she cums.”

A flash of embarrassment and shame passed across her face. She considered it for a moment, before taking down my boxers and dropping to her knees.

One week later…

I jolted awake to the sound of my angry alarm. Wiping the tiredness from my eyes, I trundled over to the bathroom in the boxers I had slept in the night before.

I stepped into the bathroom to see Jessica bending over at the sink, eagerly presenting her ass to me, smiling sexily at the sight of the bulge in my pants. Without a word, I took out my morning wood and pushed it into her pussy from behind. This was how it worked between us, until she moved back out, a month later. Every morning I’d wake up, fuck her silly and go to work. And neither of us would say anything about it to Jack, or anyone else for that matter. It was our little secret.

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Now, as it happened, while Tony and Pruitt were tooling around in their Girls Gone Wild van that afternoon, Adele McPherson and Sue Ann Johnson had managed a reconciliation of their own at the Burger King.

The two women were once again alone in the manager’s office.

“You don’t have to quit,” Adele said, wiping a tear from her eye.

“I’m only here to pick up my week’s pay,” Sue Ann, said before gulping and then swallowing. “You and that, that goddamned cop … you … you humiliated me,” then she wiped several tears from her own face with her Burger King smock.

“I tell you….” Adele began for the hundredth time, “It was a prank call. Stupid me believed him and . . . .”

“I know,” Sue Ann told her, “but all the same, you had me down to my underwear and then you actually . . . and I still can’t believe this . . . you sniffed my pussy!”

“Look, sweetie . . .” Adele began.

“Don’t call me sweetie!” Sue Ann barked out.

“I’m sorry. I only . . . what I’m trying to say is I didn’t mean nothin’ by it. Nothin’ personal, anyway.”

“That doesn’t make it right,” Sue Ann said, sniffing away the mucus in her nostrils, and not knowing exactly what to do with it, swallowing.

“No, it don’t,” Adele responded, “and that’s why I hope you’ll let me make it up to you.”

“Make it up?” Sue Ann said surprised. “How the hell can you make up for something so . . . so degrading?”

“Well . . .” Adele said, trying to think faster than her mouth was working. “Um, first off, no one here knows about it.”

“Big deal I bet half the town knows by now,” Sue Ann said glumly.

“No, I think not,” Adele said, trying to reassure the attractive young girl standing before her.

“Hell they don’t,” the teen replied. “I met Trudy comin’ outta Hobie’s last night, she laughed in my face. Asked me how I liked bein’ searched an’ all.”

“Trudy did that . . . to your face?”

“Yeah, I wanted to scratch her eyes out, but I can’t afford no more trouble on account of being on probation and all, you know?”

“I’m not on probation, or any other shit, Sue Ann. Maybe I’ll look Trudy up and knock her on her big, fat ass,” Adele said fiercely.

“You’d do that?” Sue Ann said, eyes widening. Her appreciation for Adele was on the rise.

“Hell, yes,” Adele told her, and gave Sue Ann a strong hug that Sue Ann had no choice but to return. After they had separated, Adele, somewhat ruffled, asked, “So who was it you think made the call?”

“I don’t know. I mean, if I heard his voice . . . well, then I’d probably know, but you was the one talked to him and all.”

“Yeah . . .” the older woman mused, “But I didn’t recognize the voice. I mean I thought it was the state police and all.”

“I’d kick him right square in the balls,” Sue Ann snarled. “Fuck probation. I’d kick him right in the balls; show him not to fuck with me.”

“Let’s think on it, honey,” Adele said putting her arm around Sue Ann’s shoulders. “Y’all got any old boyfriends might be mad at you?”

“No, I don’t have any boyfriends,” Sue Ann said glumly.

“Anyone ask you out, and you maybe turned ’em down?”

“Naw, nobodies asked me out . . .” Just then her eyes lit up, and she turned her face to Adele’s and blurted out, “That fuckin’ Pruett!”

“Pooit?” Adele said, repeating what Sue Ann had just said.

“That little prick, Pruett! Asked me for a blowjob about two weeks ago. Course I turned the bastard down, told him I’d die an old maid first.”

“It must be him,” Adele agreed. “So what do we do to get even?”

“Get even? I’m not getting even; I’m going to crush his nuts in a vise. I’m gonna cut his dick off with a carving knife and make him eat it,” she paused to catch her breath. “I’m gonna . . . .”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Adele said interrupting her. “We need a plan,” Adele told the agitated teen.

“We? I’m the one got humiliated, thanks all the same.”

“You may be the one got humiliated,” Adele huffed, “but I’m the one was suckered into it by this, this, Pooit.”

“Pruett,” Sue Ann said, pronouncing it slowly. “P-R-U-E-T-T.”

“I know him!” Adele said. “I know him!”

Both women were ecstatic in their discovery of the villain playing the prank on them. Before they knew what was happening, they were kissing each other. It was a short kiss, and when it was over, Adele returned Sue Ann’s stare and said, “We don’t want to start something we can’t finish here.”

Sue Ann met her look dead on and replied, “That ain’t gonna happen.”

Adele took Sue Ann’s head in her hands and pulled her forward. Sue Ann moved into Adele’s arms and their lips met again.

Still holding on to Sue Ann’s head, Adele pushed her tongue into Sue Ann’s mouth, where it was warmly welcomed, for it was the kind of kiss Sue Ann had never experienced, unthinkably soft, and her lips like flower petals, and although Sue Ann’s arms came up and held on to Adele’s wrists as if to pull them away, she never really used the necessary force to do so.

Sue Ann felt the kiss in her deepest bursa escort parts, her clit somersaulting as if it had been waiting for this moment. Every pore felt exposed, slow sparks of delight singed her entire body. Each heated breath lashed through her, every searing lick of Adele’s talented tongue leaped from her nerve endings to her toes.

Adele finally ended the kiss, took her hands from Sue Ann’s face, and wrapped her arms around the girl’s neck. Then, she pulled back, leaving her arms linked behind the girl’s head.

Sue Ann looked a little dazed. “Wow,” she said after a moment.

“Liked that, did ya?” Adele asked, with a greater caution than the younger girl realized.

“A lot,” Sue Ann answered. “That was nice.”

“You are truly beautiful, you know?”

“Oh, no,” Sue Ann gasped, “You are more so than me.”

“Ever been with a woman before?” Adele asked Sue Ann, while memorizing the girl’s bright white teeth, framed by a pair of gorgeous soft, full lips that were kept moist by her pink tongue.

“No … well almost one time, but it didn’t go very far,” Sue Ann replied.

“Want to, with me?”

“Maybe … lemme think a second. Yeah …I think so,” she confessed.

“You a virgin, Sue Ann?”

Sue Ann laughed naughtily, “Not hardly. Lost my cherry in High School. I couldn’t wait to do it.”

“Who and where?” Adele asked, running her hands through Sue Ann’s chestnut hair, and wondering if she could manage to work her way down the girl’s belly, and later take her first lick of the girl’s sweet pussy.

The girl seemed to ignore her question, saying instead, “I like the way your hands feel in my hair.”

“You have very lovely hair,” Adele cooed.

“Mmmm, thank you. This is the best I’ve felt in a long time.”

A moment passed and then, “Adele?”

“Yes, Sue Ann?”

“Will anybody notice we’re locked in your office?”

“Do you care?”

“I don’t want you getting fired because of me,” Sue Ann told her.

“No one will think anything of it, because you’ve got your old job back and we had to have a long discussion about it.”

“Kiss me again, please,” Sue Ann said, seemingly mollified by her answer. The older woman complied, fondling her breast as well.

“What?” Sue Ann mumbled breathlessly as she tried to turn and face Adele. “What are you doing?”

“Well,” Adele muttered in her ear. “Sure you’re not horny?”

“I didn’t say I wasn’t horny,” Sue Ann husked. “Can you please remove your hand?”

Instead of following the request, Adele squeezed Sue Ann’s breast even more, and Sue Ann’s eyes grew wide, and with her heart pounding, she grabbed Adele’s hand and tried to remove it, but failed.

Sue Ann inhaled audibly, and tried to twist away, but when Adele’s hand resisted and those long, delicate fingers acted like pincers on the girl’s nipple, Sue Ann moaned as if hopelessly lost.

Still, she continued to attempt to escape from the knowing hands, trying to fend them off, but failing to do so, and in the end, started giggling, and allowed the woman’s hands to squeeze her breasts at will through her T-shirt.

“They’re so small,” Sue Ann complained, breaking her silence.

“No, not really,” Adele said. “Look how proud your nipples are.”

Sue Ann took her right nipple between her fingers and gave it a squeeze. “Mmm, I like to do that. The nice feeling goes right to my twat, you know?”

“You call it your twat?”

“Yeah, sometimes I call it my pussy, sometimes my snatch; even my hole sometimes. But I don’t like calling it my cunt for some reason.”

“Um, yeah, has a nasty sound to it,” Adele agreed. And then, “Ohhh, you’ve pierced your nipples, huh?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah . . . last fall. I started out to get a tattoo, but settled for the nipple piercing. See, here,” she said peeling off the T-shirt, “Feel ’em.”

Adele did more than just feel.

“God, yes!” Sue Ann gasped, when the older woman took her pierced nipple between her teeth, and worried it.

“You are so cute, you know?” Adele whispered.

Sue Ann blushed.

And when she reached up to Sue Ann’s neck, the girl flinched, and opened her mouth as if to say something, but then Adele slowly dragged her nails over the skin of her neck. The girl moaned again, only louder this time and Adele placed her palm against Sue Ann’s neck, and continued the caress to her shoulders.

Sue Ann licked her lips and her eyes widened. “Afraid?” Adele asked softly.

“I don’t know,” Sue Ann whispered, but she was already trembling.

Adele bent down and buried her face in the side of her neck and whispered: “You want me to . . . just say stop.”

Sue Ann didn’t say stop. She closed her eyes and gasped as Adele licked her neck. She moaned quietly when her tongue traveled from Sue Ann’s neck up to her chin, and moaned yet again when she stopped for a moment before sitting up.

Adele caressed her with the backs of her fingers, but it soon became apparent that she didn’t have the access she wanted. She bursa ucuz escort moved her left knee, and slid down on the floor next to Sue Ann, resting her head on her hand and elbow. Sue Ann looked at her, and Adele smiled back while her knee and thigh slid across Sue Ann’s leg and in between them.

When Sue Ann didn’t protest, Adele stroked her foot along the girl’s leg. Taking Sue Ann’s hand, she pulled it to her breast, gently placing her palm over the nipple. When Sue Ann began to toy with her nipple, Adele’s free hand brought Sue Ann’s face close to hers, and they kissed again.

“Um,” Adele sighed, after ending the kiss. “I could just eat you up. Someday, maybe ….”

But Adele quit talking, and made for the girl’s breast, and the touch of her fingertips on Sue Ann’s fast rising nipples was exquisite, as she rolled one nipple, then the other, between two fingers, then squeezed, held and slowly released them in turn.

The girl’s ribs were heaving, her back arching. She could barely contain herself.

Adele almost tore off her blouse and bra in her frenzy to get half-naked. She hiked herself up on her knees, swung herself over and straddled Sue Ann’s hips, held herself up with both hands on either side of the teen’s shoulders. Her exposed breasts dangled above the girl’s face.

The sight of them so close took Sue Ann’s breath away. ‘She’s got a nice rack on her,’ Sue Ann thought, ‘A lot bigger than mine.’ Adele’s nipples were a darker hue than her own; with an enchanting beauty mark only a nibble away from her right nipple.

Sue Ann started to pant; she was as ready for sex as a ravenous animal for food.

Adele reached for the nape of Sue Ann’s neck with one hand as she lowered her mouth to Sue Ann’s again. Her hair spilled onto the girl’s face and neck like corn silk as they kissed hungrily. With their mouths locked together, Adele began to moan, and Sue Ann thought that she was going to come at any minute.

Instead she pushed her young tongue into Adele’s mouth, exploring tentatively. Adele responded by circling her tongue with her own, and then both women were groaning as their tongues danced an unbelievable duet, which stopped only when Adele began to suck on Sue Ann’s tongue.

‘Suck my tongue?’ Sue Ann thought, and then found that her fingers had a life of their own. Pulling Adele’s shoulders forward and bringing the woman’s breasts closer, her hands swept from the older woman’s shoulders to her heaving chest, palms up as if they were begging, until each hand cupped a handful of flesh, hot, teeming flesh that enthralled the young girl with their resilience and soothing weight. Slowly she pinched Adele’s nipples as she had hers, and the older woman began to whimper, leaving her mouth on Sue Ann’s as her lips parted and her small sounds dissolved within the younger girl.

Sue Ann found it different to be with a woman. The pressure, however subtle, to get where you were going with a guy was gone. With a woman, it seemed, you were just where you were. For Sue Ann, these moments meant she was completely lost, unabashedly consumed by the sensations created by Adele’s tongue, fingers, and the heft of her body mashed against her own.

Adele pulled back then, and Sue Ann studied Adele’s dark features, and jet black hair. She saw that Adele’s eyes were so dark a brown you might think they were all black. Adele had a pretty enough face, nothing to write home about, but she was still attractive. Sue Ann considered the woman’s body. Adele kept in good shape; she was a runner, so her legs were muscular and firm. Her ass was rock hard, and Sue Ann liked the way it filled out her pants.

Her breasts were floating above Sue Ann’s face. The teen’s mouth opened wantonly, and Adele lowered herself an inch or two, presenting her breasts to Sue Ann’s waiting lips. She took in the left breast, slowly enveloping the nipple; her tongue slowly circling the aureole. Then she sucked, ever so lightly.

Adele cried out.

Sue Ann played her breast with her tongue, going a bit deeper as she sucked, pulling back and torturing the nipple with a lip, the tip of her tongue, the edge of a finger. She rolled Adele’s nipple as the older woman had her own earlier. She squeezed the woman’s breasts together and licked the tantalizing cleavage, turning her head to and fro so that her tongue could sashay from nipple to nipple. Smiling, and knowing Adele couldn’t see her, she wondered what Adele would give her after she let her eat her pussy.

As if reading her mind, Adele squirmed away from her grasp, and laughed quietly. She brought her hands forward and down Sue Ann’s shoulders, over the girl’s breasts, letting her fingertips trail over her nipples.

Sue Ann sighed; it was not in the least feigned, for she thoroughly enjoyed Adele’s touches.

Adele’s fingers continued past Sue Ann’s hard nipples, and down her belly, where she playfully poked at Sue Ann’s navel. That caused the girl to jerk, and let go of her grip around Adele’s waist.

Panting bursa elit escort with desire, Adele breathed huskily into Sue Ann’s left ear. “Tell me about your first time with a woman,” she said, her breath ragged.

“I never said I done it with another woman,” Sue Ann protested.

“But you did, didn’t cha?”

“Um . . . maybe, kinda,” Sue Ann conceded.

“C’mon, tell me, I love hearing about such things,” Adele said, and touched Sue Ann’s outer thigh for the first time, sending an electrical jot through Sue Ann’s body.

“OH!”

“C’mon, tell me, my pretty,” Adele said trying her best to coax it out of the girl.

“You don’t need any details,” Sue Ann said weakly protesting. But the more experienced woman would have none of that, and slowly, inexorably, began to grind her pelvis against Sue Ann’s.

The girl stopped her by gripping her hips. This part was almost too familiar. Sue Ann had certainly experienced that delicious pressure against her pussy — but not with a woman. What felt different was the amount of pressure, the absence of a hardon, really. The feeling was: unimaginable, indescribable, and phenomenal.

Adele maneuvered a finger between them; ran her index finger along the younger girl’s panty covered slit.

“OH!”

“Like it?”

“Um . . . yeah, sorta,” Sue Ann answered, slurring her words as if she had had too many drinks. But Adele knew it was not alcohol, but lust that had caused her to slur her words.

“Want me to finger you, girl?”

“Um . . . yeah,” Sue Ann groaned.

“Only if you tell me,” Adele said, unsympathetically, now sure of herself and the power she held over Sue Ann.

“All right, all right, I … I was at a party, um, my senior year of high school. There was this dark haired girl … I think she was from Lebanon. She had this dark skin and jet black hair ….”

Adele knew that Sue Ann was describing her, and did nothing to dissuade her story.

Sue Ann continued, “Her breasts were something else. Well, I thought so at the time. My tits were yet to develop. Actually, hers were a little smaller than what I think yours are.”

Adele gently caressed the outer folds of Sue Ann’s pussy. Sue Ann groaned, “Oh, sweet Jesus!”

“Keep going, and so will I,” Adele whispered, wantonly.

“Um,” Sue Ann said, “Yeah, okay. Well, the girls at the party – I later learned were a mix, half straight, half bi. Somehow, it worked out that we were all kissing one another.

Some girls … me among them … thought it was a kind of practice for our boyfriends. Turns out the lesbians were kissing us straight girls to show us how it felt to kiss another woman, and to recruit us.”

“What?” Adele sputtered.

“Just kidding,” she shrugged. “That last bit, just kidding, I love what you’re doing, please don’t stop,” Sue Ann cried out beseechingly.

“Go on then,” Adele told her, and then pulled her panties to the side, and sent a finger into Sue Ann’s very moist cunt.

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“Okay, we kissed,” Sue Ann said. “I gotta admit it, I liked it. But we were interrupted when a couple of guys showed up. The straight girls were ecstatic, except for me, that is.”

“Anyway, nothing much happened for a while. I mean, the party petered out and finally there was just the three of us left. Um, there was this guy Evan, who was trying to get into my pants, and um, Cleo, who had been kissing me about three times as much as any of the other girls. So, um, let’s see, err, Evan was sitting in a chair, I was on the floor, seated between his legs, and Cleo was sitting cross-legged in front of me.”

________________________________________

Adele looked up, and saw that Sue Ann’s eyes were closed as she recalled the night in question. She moved up, and leaning on the girl’s breasts, kissed her passionately on the lips. The two swapped spit for a while, and then Adele sucked eagerly on each of Sue Ann’s tits, while lightly fingering the younger girl’s pussy.

After sating herself on Sue Ann’s tits, Adele gently coaxed the girl into returning to her story.

________________________________________

“Um, yeah,” Sue Ann said, “well, Evan kissed me a couple times, I remember that. And he had this thing about playing with my hair. I really liked that. I also recall how comfortable I felt. So comfortable, in fact, that I didn’t object at all when Cleo replaced him when he’d finished kissing me. I found myself getting hornier than I’d ever been in my life. I mean, here I was with both a man and a woman lusting after me.”

________________________________________

“It must have been very exciting,” Adele told her a split second before sending a second finger into Sue Ann’s rapidly pulsing pussy.

“Oh, shit … that’s lovely!” Sue Ann whimpered softly, and sent her left hand down to tease her clit while Adele increased the tempo of her finger-fucking.

“Want me to stop?” Adele asked genially.

“No . . . no! Don’t . . . don’t stop.”

“Then keep talking.”

“So … so I think what happened next was um, Cleo … yeah, Cleo unbuttoned my blouse and un-hooked my bra. Evan helped her remove them and I was left bare-chested.”

“What happened next?” Adele asked quietly, and then placed a kiss on Sue Ann’s moistened cuntal lips.

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The following chapters follow on from a story called Princess, I suggest that you read it first before continuing on. It was composed by soccermomcheryl back in 2006. The story did not go further than chapter 5. I have tried to contact soccermomcheryl but have not had any reply. I would like to continue the story on further and hope that is ok. If the original author finds this, they can contact me.

Once again I would like to thank Icy1 for the help given to me with this story.

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When I got home I went to the down stairs shower and cleaned up. When I freshened up I went upstairs and crawled into bed beside my sleeping husband. I lay there for ages reflecting on the nights events. My mind was conflicted, part of me was disgusted, humiliated by my actions.

The other part of me enjoyed it, the humiliation, being used, not having control over my body and life, all the decisions being made for me and being owned. I dozed off to sleep with these thoughts.

I woke the next morning got out of bed, the house was quiet, so I slipped my silk nightie over my naked body and headed down stairs to the kitchen to make a coffee. As I walked into the kitchen I saw princess sitting at the table, she was wearing a long white sun dress. I froze dead in my tracks, “what are you doing in my house?”

“Morning slut, I’ve been waiting for you to get out of bed. I dropped by about an hour ago before your husband left for his weekend game of golf. I told him we work together and I needed to talk to you about work.” She explained. “He told me I could wait for you here until you to get out of bed.”

“Does he know about last night yet?” I asked.

“No, I have not said anything yet.”

“Now get naked slut.” She commanded.

“Princess we are in my house and my family could come home at any time.” I whined.

“Slut I don’t care where we are, your husband is at golf and your daughters have gone shopping with their friends so I don’t give a shit. I told you last night that you now belong to us. Your life from now on will not be the same and once your husband finds out I doubt he will want you anywhere near your daughters. So strip now or I will rip that nightie from your body slut.”

I untied the sash around my waste that was holding my nightie in place and let it slip to the ground around my feet. I went to cover myself, “don’t you dare slut, that is our body now so do not cover it. Stand with your feet apart and use your hands to hold up your tits slut.”

As I stood in my kitchen holding up my tits with my legs spread, princess stood and walked over to stand in front of me and started rubbing my cunt lips. Then she inserted one, then two fingers inside me and started moving her hands in and out of my cunt. After a few minutes I started to moan with enjoyment, she then found my clit and started to run her fingers all over it, squeezing and pulling it. It felt really good and I struggled to stay focused. Then she grabbed my left nipple and twisted it hard, the sudden pain jolted me back to reality.

“Well slut it appears you are enjoying this judging by how wet my hand is.” Princess removed her hand and rubbed it over my face, lathing my face with my own cunt juices.

Princess returned to the kitchen table and reached into her bag pulling out a collar. ” I have bursa sınırsız escort bought you a present.” Princess walked back, stood in front of me and I watched as she opened the collar reached out and put it around my neck then I heard a click and realised that she had padlocked it in place. At the front and sides of the collar were three D shaped fittings, for fixing something to. Princess took a step back and looked at me.

“What do you say for your new collar whore?”

“Thank you Princess.”

Princess went and poured a coffee then returned and sat at the table, she was in my house doing as she pleased, like it was her house, “slut get on your knees and crawl under the table and thank me properly.”

I put my hands down and felt the relief in my arms from holding my tits up. Getting down on my hands and knees I crawled under my own kitchen table but when I got close to Princess she said, “stop what do you want slut?”

“How do you want to thank me slut?”

“Princess may I thank you for my new collar? May I please eat your cunt?”

“Slut I don’t have a cunt I have a pussy, only dirty whores like you have cunts. You are a dirty whore so you have a cunt,”

“What are you?” She asked me.

“I am a dirty whore and have a dirty cunt Princess.”

“Very good whore.” She praised.

“May this dirty whore thank her mistress by pleasuring her sweet pussy?” I asked.

“You may whore”

Needing no further encouragement I lifted mistresses sundress up around her waist, She spread her thighs and I could see her sweet frilly panties.

“May I remove your panties Princess?”

“You may whore, hang them around your neck with your new collar slut, I don’t want my nice panties on the dirty floor.”

“Yes Princess.”

Princess closed her legs together so I could reach up and slide her panties down her legs. When they were off I pulled my head through one of the legs and let them hang around my neck.

“Get out from under the table whore and let me see.”

I crawled out from under the table and I was kneeling beside my princess, she reached down and turned her panties around my neck so the crotch was positioned below my chin.

“Now get back under there slut and thank me.”

“Yes princess.”

I crawled back under the table to her waiting thighs, I had an unobstructed view of her pussy. It was mostly shaved except for a thin strip running from her lips up her mound. I crawled straight in between her thighs and took a minute to take in her scent. She smelt amazing, I went to work on her pussy.

I started by running my tongue along her pussy lips, I heard a low moan escape princesses mouth so I knew she was enjoying the attention I was giving her. I then used my tongue and pushed into her slit parting her lips. I pushed my tongue in further and started to run my tongue around inside.

I then felt her thighs tighten against the side of my head and her hands grab my hair and push my face into her pussy. I found her clit and started to suck it between my lips and run my tongue back and forth over it.

Princess was enjoying my attention to her clit. She pulled my face even harder into her pussy, she started to ride my face. Before long princess was panting louder.

“Keep going slut. I’m going to bursa üniversiteli escort cum all over your face so don’t waste any of my fluid slut.” She demanded. Then she came, she came hard. I tried to catch all of her fluids in my mouth but she sprayed so hard, my face was soaked in her juices.

They even started to drip onto the floor. When she was finished She pushed me away and looked down at me.

“You spilt some on the floor slut, clean it up with your mouth. You will learn to take all of my juices or you will be punished slut.”

“Sorry princess.”

I lowered my head and saw a small puddle, when my mouth touched the floor I started to suck the juices in.

“Slut crawl out from under the table when you are done.”

When the floor was clean I crawled out from under the table towards princess who was now standing in the corner of the kitchen.

“Kneel over here in the corner facing out into the room.”

When I got into position my back into the corner princess used her foot to get me to move my legs so I was spread wide open, each leg was resting along each wall. I was on full display. Princess moved her panties into position over my head with the crotch covering my nose.

“Now put your left arm behind you back.”

When I did This my chest was thrust forward and my tits with my hard nipples were pointing towards the centre of the room.

“Now with your right hand rub your cunt and don’t come slut.”

We heard a noise at the kitchen doorway and turned to see my husband standing there with a shocked look on his face.

“What the! What is going on here?”

“Cheryl what are you doing?”

I was about to answer when princess said, “Don’t say a word slut, keep rubbing that cunt.”

Brad, my husband turned to princess and said “what are you doing to my wife?”

“Well Brad, my name is princess and I am an adult dancer at the Lace night club.”

“You said you worked with Cheryl.” Brad accused

“Brad come with me into the lounge room and I will explain.”

Brad turned and left the kitchen, princess approached me and told me to crawl after her into the lounge room as I got there I noticed Brad was sitting on the lounge under the window and princess was sitting on the other lounge across from him.

Princess said, “slut go and sit in the corner as you were in the kitchen and continue to rub that dirty cunt of yours.”

Brad just sat there in disbelief with his mouth open, I felt so humiliated, but so much wanting to come from the attention I was giving my cunt with my hand.

I sat there fucking myself as princess and Brad started talking as though I was not in the room, the conversation started to fade as I concentrated on working my cunt.

Princess showed Brad my phone, all the calls I had made to her mobile, all of the messages I had sent her with pictures and then all the pictures and videos she had on her phone of my submissive acts. Yes, she showed him the pictures she had of me sucking her drug dealers cock to pay her debt. Pictures of me fucking myself at work and coming over the photo frame containing my daughters picture. Then she showed the video she took of me fucking myself with a beer bottle on stage at Lace.

Brad just sat bursa anal yapan escort there in silence looking at me in disbelief. Here I was kneeling in the corner of our lounge room with princesses panties over my face rubbing my cunt waiting to be given permission to come, then I heard the words I’d been waiting for.

“Come slut.”

I started rubbing my clit now with abandon and came so hard I collapsed in a heap in the corner of the room.

“You see Brad, your wife is now a total whore, a fuck toy. She will do anything I tell her and it has all been her choice.”

I was brought back to reality with Brad standing in front of me, he grabbed me by the collar and lifted me to my feet.

“Who’s panties are these on your head?”

“They are princesses.”

“So let me get this straight. You pestered this girl to meet up with you after you met her while buying a pack of smokes at the Lace night club while on your way home from work?”

“Yes”

“Then you gave her drug dealer a blow job to pay off her debt. We’re you forced to do this or did you volunteer the blow job?”

“I offered to give her drug dealer a blow job, it was my idea.” I responded.

“How did it make you feel carrying out these filthy acts?”

“I felt humiliated and disgraced but I enjoyed it. I’m sorry Brad. I love it.”

“Cheryl, you have turned into a dirty filthy whore and our marriage is now over. There is no way I would touch you now slut.”

I was now looking submissively at the ground, I was sad but a part of me felt relief.

“Get out of this house now you slut, I will get divorce proceedings underway and you are never to return.”

“I also doubt that our daughters will want anything to do with you after they know what you have done.”

Tears started rolling down my cheeks, “please Brad I’m sorry, please forgive me.”

“Get out slut.” Brad was pushing me towards the door and I was still naked.

“Please Brad let me get dressed.” I pleaded.

Sluts like you do not deserve to be dressed, get out.” he said angrily.

Princess came to me with my silk nightie and put it around me, then she pulled a leash out of her bag and attached it to the collar around my neck. I was then led out of the house in a collar and leash and still wearing princesses panties over my head.

Now in public, I kept my head down as I did not want to make eye contact with anybody who may have been around.

Princess lead me down my driveway into the street to her car and as I was walking I realised that when princess put my nightie on she did not include the sash so the front of my nightie was open. My cunt could be seen by anybody who looked close enough. I also noticed as I walked my tits swayed from side to side pushing the front of my silk nightie open further leaving almost all of me on visible.

When we got to her car princess lead me to the drivers door and told me to open it so she could get in,

“Thanks whore.”

I then went to the passenger front door, as I got close the window went down.

“Sit in the back slut.”

I went to the back door and opened it and got in, “sit in the middle and open you’re nightie so your body is on full display.”

Princess ordered me to start playing with my cunt. “Don’t come whore, if you do you will be punished.”

Princess started the car and drove off. I looked out of the window and watched as my house and life disappeared. A tear rolled down my cheek as my mind started to concentrate on my finger working my cunt.

I am now just a whore, a fuck toy to princess, Heather and whoever they decide to share me with. I was theirs.

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This is another story about my friend Terri. I wanted to do something a little different by telling you the true side of the story and then tell you what I fantasized about later. If you haven’t read my other story – Terri has been a friend for about a year. Our husbands work together and spend a lot of time together outside of the office. I’ve never been with another woman before but have always wanted to. Terri drives me wild – I want her so badly but can’t seem to figure out exactly how to go about seducing her.

TRUE:

Since the weather has started to warm up – it’s time to get out and tan. Terri and her husband came over to our house last weekend. The husbands went to a VW car show while Terri and I wanted to get a jump on our tans.

We changed into our bikinis, mixed up some drinks and went out to the pool. We lay out for a while – venting about work, money and the usual complains about our men. The whole time I couldn’t keep my mind off of Terri’s body. It had been a whole year since I’d seen her in something that skimpy. Her big breasts were bulging out of her string top. What made it even harder to concentrate and not just flat out stare was the fact that she kept adjusting herself. Moving her straps from side to side, pushing and pulling at her breasts. Her nipples where fully erect too. Her nipples are pretty thick and a lot bigger than mine are. Like the tip of your pinky.

After about the fifth time adjusting herself she noticed me staring at her. “This top isn’t very comfortable. I bought it last year and didn’t wear it once. Now I’m sorry that I got it.” She continued to adjust then with both her hands cupped her big breasts in her hands, squeezed them and pushed them together. “You’ve got to admit thought; they make my boobs look fantastic.”

Without wanting to sound to over enthusiastic I replied to her while sipping at my drink, “Sure, you’ve got great looking boobs.”

“Thanks for noticing, Susan!” She started to giggle.

Instantly, I was flushed. I started babbling – trying to backtrack and explain to her what I meant.

“Gee Susan, I was just kidding.” She took a sip of her drink then giggled again.

Terri moved her straps off her shoulder than said very seriously, “I hate tan lines. At least in the tanning beds I can go without clothes.”

I couldn’t believe my luck. She’s talking about not wanting to have her bikini on. My mind raced. I searched for the perfect words, not wanting them to sound too anxious escort bayan for her to take her clothes off, yet not wanting to sound like I wasn’t interested. Finally, without even looking at her, I asked her if she would rather tan here in the nude.

“You too?” She replied looking over at me. My heart was beating fast and my throat was starting to swell up. I could only get the word “K” out. She hopped up untied her top pulled it way from her body then bent down and slid her bottoms off. She stood there for a second looking down on me. “That’s so much better!” She again cupped both her breasts in her hands, squeezed at them then let them bounce naturally in the afternoon air. “Come on Susan, off with yours!”

For a moment I just marveled in her beauty. Her long blond hair danced over her shoulders, her big breasts with big areolas and thick nipples stuck out from her wonderful body. Her pubic hair was very small. Just a tiny thin strip of hair pointing down to her pussy.

Slowly I stood up. I tried not to make a big deal of it – but the truth was – I was blown away. My sex drive was working over time. My body tingled, my mouth got dry and my pussy start to get moist. I wanted nothing more than to reach out and touch her breasts. Just stroke then for a while. I was wishing, the whole time I was removing my top, that I was more aggressive. I felt like I was right back in high school – the first time that I stripped for a guy. I knew, even though I wasn’t watching her, she was staring at me. She was as excited that I was taking my clothes off and I was for her. I could just feel it. And boy oh boy was that feeling wonderful!

Once the sunlight hit my chest my nipples poked out and began to tingle. I wanted to pinch them and rub my hand all over them. Down came my bottoms – and for the first time I was standing naked in front of Terri. My thighs felt like they were on fire. I could feel the heat come off of my pussy. I just knew that I had to be soaked down there.

I didn’t want to make a big thing of it so I just sat down – grabbed my glass and took a big drink.

“This feels so good,” Terri said.

(This is the end of the true part of the story. What you are going to hear is what I fantasized about that night while I was in the bathtub fingering myself to one of the best masturbation orgasms of my life.)

I looked over at Terri; laying back she was running her fingernails over her stomach up to her breasts, circling her nipples görükle escort then back down to her stomach and over her pubic hair. I watched in fascination. Her eyes were closed and her lips were slightly open. I could tell that her breathing was quickening. She brought her hands back up to her breasts and took each one in her hand. Lifting them up and in – she squeezed them and ran her hands towards her nipples. With her thumb and index finger she began to pull at her nipples. She twirled them around in her fingers, every once in a while giving them a good pull. I could her hear breathing now. Her head rolled from side to side as she began to moan. Her hands became more and more aggressive with her breasts. One hand then moved up her neck over her chin and she slipped on finger into her mouth. I could see that she was licking the tip of her finger – like it was a cock. Then she rapped her fingers around it and sucked it into her mouth. In and out – she sucked on her own finger. Her other hand left her breast and slowly worked its way down to thin strip. Her legs parted and instantly her hand fell between them. She sucked in air and I knew that she had slipped a finger inside of herself. I watched in a trance as she lay only a foot away from me.

I sat up so I could see her better. My pussy was burning with desire. Here I was watching my best friend masturbating. And my God was it sexy! Terri had pulled her knees up and opened her legs as wide as she could. Her hand was rubbing up and down and around and around all over her pussy. I needed a better view of her playing with her pussy so I crawled over to her. In between her legs now – I was within inches of her red hot pussy. I inhaled her scent, watching her dip her fingers into her drip wet love box. I kept inching closer and closer until my nose was touching her hand.

Both of her hands now where working her pussy; one on her clit and the other pushing in and out of her. She was moaning loud at this point and I looked up to see her breast heaving up and down with every moan. She opened her beautiful blue eyes looked down and me and with her lips quivering and oh so softly said, “Lick me, please!”

Her hands pulled her pussy apart giving me full access to her juices. I slowly stuck my tongue out and moved in to taste her pussy for the very first time. When my tongue made contact with her she jumped and screamed out. The taste was like no other. She was soaking wet and burning bursa elit escort hot. With my tongue and licked the entire length of her slit. Scooping up as much juice as possible so I could swallow her. It was so yummy! I went back for more. Licking her whole pussy, stopping on her swollen clit to give it a few flicks of my tongue. I then when to her hole and stuck my tongue as far into her as I could. I started fucking her with my tongue. In and out. In and out. Oh my God! This was heaven. Terri grabbed the back of my head and slammed it into her and started grinding her hips into me. She was getting desperate to cum and I knew it. I replaced my tongue with two fingers and rammed them into her. She cried out – “Fuck me! Oh fuck me, Susan!” I moved my mouth over her clit and began licking it hard as fast. As her orgasm built up, she wrapped her legs around my head and held me tight to her. Once she started cumming her body started shaking, her legs went stiff and her hands grabbed my hair and squeezed. She must have cum for 5 minutes. And I enjoyed every minute of it!

She then pushed my head away, grabbed me and pulled me up to her mouth. We started frenching like I’ve never kissed any one in my life. Her tongue swirled around in my mouth hard and fast. She then rolled me over and immediately slid down to my breasts. I gasp as her mouth went around my nipple and she sucked and tongued my nipple. I was squirming underneath her. She took turns sucking on each of them while playing with the other. I thought I was going to cum just by having her suck my tits.

She then moved down my stomach – kissing and licking me the whole way. When she got to my shaved pussy she looked up at me. “God you taste good!” With that she worked her way over to my thighs, then just up to my pussy lips, then over to my other thigh. I couldn’t take much more of this teasing. “Please lick my pussy! Please make me cum! I want you to taste my pussy! Please, Terri, eat my juices!” And then it happened – lightning shot up my entire body and her tongue slipped into my waiting juicy hole. She reached up to my clit and began to play with it as she tongue fucked me. I was getting close to my first orgasm. I played with my breasts, grabbing them and pulling hard at my nipples. I was screaming with ecstasy! What sent me over the edge was when she slid her fingers down and dip inside of me. She found my G-Spot instantly and I felt the rush of my orgasm going through my entire body. Her mouth rapped around my clit – making it more intense. The more I came the harder she fucked me with her fingers. The more I screamed the faster she licked my clit.

And then I was snapped into reality when my husband knocked on the door wondering if everything was OK in there.

(KISS) Susan

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