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Editor’s note: this story contains scenes of non-consensual or reluctant sex.

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Going home for that overdue holiday was with hindsight a bad idea! It was a strained atmosphere in the house.

Little sis had her own life and she was everything I was not. Curvaceous, sexy and vivacious! Men salivated at her passing and girls as well. Nor could I tell her that I was transferring to Directorate 11. It was not the kind of thing you could talk about in any kind of company.

Father and mother would have guests round for the usual dinner parties and drinks. I would be forced into wearing ill fitting outfits and would spend evenings feeling as if I was some prehistoric exhibit from the days of the now dead radioactive toxic slag heap that was the Planet Earth.

My mother would make her usual enquiries about my social life. My father would at least tell her to leave me alone.

They were essentially part of the ruling elite now. Socially charming, politically powerful and my parents were a little scary with it at times. My father though had always been a little protective of me. He was the one who warned me about the dirt bag that was my one and only boyfriend ever. He had been right about him.

Dad seemed to know that something was up but was always diplomatic enough not to ask. I did not even feel I could tell him about my transfer. The Major had been quite specific about not saying anything to anyone. I knew what happened to those with loose tongues in the Republic.

The strain got to be so much at home that I ventured out with the radical idea for me to get blind drunk. I got no more than a little tipsy when I was hit on by a chancer in one of the Party bars. When he found out that I was the daughter of one Major General Ran Griffin his fear won out over his ambition. The walls of my isolation closed in around me again.

I also had the nervous feeling that I was being observed. The constant nagging feeling that eyes were watching my every movement. I came to the conclusion that it had been a bad idea to go out drinking. The events of recent days mixed with the alcohol resulted in me having one of my regular bouts of vomiting. My nightmares, those were worse than ever that night.

The Demon in my dreams mocking me over and over again. Questioning me over and over. Are you a rabbit or a mouse little sister? I hated those walls of the oppressive loneliness that surrounded me but then in a large part they were of my own making. Then again I just wanted to be left alone.

The last day of my holiday my little sis dragged me to the shops. The Party shops which only fuelled the urge to run and hide somewhere. Even my sister’s laughter did little to lift the heaviness in my heart. The feeling of trepidation only grew when on returning home I spotted my now former boss shaking hands with my father as he leapt into a luxury security Party car.

I knew without a shadow of a doubt that he had told my father at least about my transfer to military intelligence and Directorate 11. I knew it from the look my father gave me but he didn’t say anything. I don’t think he was really meant to know. My mother was not let in on the secret.

My suspicions were confirmed when on the last day of my holiday my father pulled me aside and into his study and told me “Watch you back Frances! Trust no one! We live in a galaxy where our friends are often our enemies and our enemies sometimes our friends! Where allegiances change from one day to the next with shifts in a balance of power! Believe nothing you see or hear! Trust to your own instincts! Oh and we never had this conversation ever!

To the outside world Directorate 11 does not exist! Perhaps outside the walls of Directorate 11, less than 50 Party members know of its existence! It is not scrutinised in any way and there is no oversight on it either!

Oh and if you are in very great danger learn the words of the third line in chapter 12 of Song of the Cosmos! Buy the book! Where you will going you will be able to purchase a copy! You are a bright girl you will figure it out! Take with you memories of our picnics by the lake on the Revolution Day! Oh and your sisters birthday! Don’t forget that! Or your mothers!”

My father was giving me a code that no one would be able to decipher but me. As if I was not a bundle of nerves already? He might be the only person that I could trust. I felt that weight on my shoulders again and the oppressive ambience of life weighing me down again.

In some way it was actually a relief when I eventually walked in the doors of military intelligence. At the reception I informed them of my name and handed them the info cube with my details. The girl at the desk handed me an ID cube which she said would be needed to operate the elevators in the building. I was to proceed to the seventh underground level and await further orders.

As I proceeded to the elevators no one gave me a second look. I picked up on the cameras that followed kırklareli escort my every step. I stepped into the elevator which swished shut behind me before I had time to turn around. In what could have been no more than a second later the doors opened out into an office.

It became instantly clear that I was not underground but several stories up. The office had a view of the cityscape. I was met by the Major who spoke without ceremony “If you will follow me Agent Griffin!”

I was led to the roof where we boarded a transport. The Major spoke gruffly “We can’t take the underground transports to Directorate HQ due to sabotage! We will have to travel by air!”

The news sort of shook me. Sabotage of anything was news to me. Suddenly the safe assumptions that I had made about life in this closed environment no longer seemed to apply.

The Major smiled “Oh it is not something that we can go having on the news now! It is the military transport system that has been sabotaged and not the civilian one! In a large city of 50 million even the enemy must use public transport to get around at speed!”

It also became obvious from the flight path that we were heading for the city barriers. I gripped my seat in trepidation at the thought I was leaving the city for the very first time.

The Major laughed “We really will have to do something about your irrational anxiety complexes! There is also a planetary shield! Nothing that we don’t want on the planet gets onto the planet! The city shields are but just another level of protection! Nearly every city and planet in the galaxy has the same urban architecture Agent Griffin!

Which reminds me you are no longer Agent Griffin but now hold the military rank of Lieutenant! It is the lowest rank you can hold in any of the Directorates!”

I noted the use of the plural but made no comment. I was too busy trying not to look at the landscape below as it whizzed past me. My head had begun to spin and dizzy and nauseous was how I felt. My stomach lurched several times as the Major roared with laughter.

He quipped “We also have to do something about your travel and motion sickness as well!”

He offered me up a bag as the transport took a sudden lurch with a change of direction; my breakfast went into the bag. I had the urge to return home again. I had come to the conclusion that some sick twisted bastard had it in for me.

It was a relief to once again set my feet on solid ground and since I was still dizzy though and so disorientated I did not have a clue where I was and since the transport had descended into a hole in the ground, there was nothing I could get a fix on.

The complex where I now found myself was equally labyrinthine to my senses. I noted the patrolling Special Forces guards and then I heard the sound of weapons going off.

The Major spoke “You did not see those uniforms here or hear the sounds of battle!”

I tucked away that knowledge as Special Forces were only supposed to be deployed on the frontier worlds or as part of defense fleets on the edges of our Space. It was clear that this was something more than just an act of sabotage. The Military transport system was under attack.

I followed the Major into an underground tube where he informed that the rest of our journey would be underground. Obviously the complex that I had just passed through was a junction in the network. It was under assault?

Several minutes later the tube came to a halt. We got off and several Special Forces troops got on. Others were obviously waiting for the next tube. As I followed the Major through another labyrinth I felt it was in my interests not to ask any questions. I assumed that I would not get a straight answer. It was simple to conclude that the Republics Special Forces were under the direct Command of Directorate 11?

We passed through a space terminal where even more Special Forces troops were disembarking from transports. I watched as manacled prisoners in military uniforms were piled onto outgoing transports. Some tried to escape the Special Forces cordon and were shot down. It was obvious that there was something more going on than just an attack on the Military transport system?

The Major spoke gravely “The official line will be that some rogue Generals under the influence of an alien regime had tried to stage a coup! Not unusual as it was the line taken the last time there was an attempted coup some 25 years before! It will not impact on Operation Chameleon though! That will go on regardless of who the Party Chairman is!”

After walking for what seemed like an eternity we came to a tunnel, the entrance heavily guarded and IDs checked thoroughly. The Major spoke due to the attack on us the route to our Command Centre is somewhat convoluted and time consuming. Every yard of that long tunnel was lined with Special Forces troopers.

At the end of the tunnel we were checked again afyon escort before being through into what the Major called “This is the Directorate HQ! It will be you home for the next several months! But first there is somebody you should meet! The Commander of Directorate 11!”

When I stepped into the guarded office the sight that met my eyes resulted in me fainting.

When I came to my father was also towering over me looking slightly amused. I remembered his words “Trust no one!”

He looked at me and said “You are not the only one who has been taken by surprise with developments! As of six hours ago I became head of Directorate 11. The previous Commander was shot dead by an assassin early this morning! Your mother does not know and nor will I tell her! Nor does your previous employer and nor will he be told either!

Now I must leave you to go topside and put in an appearance and make a speech to the Media! It is unlikely that we will see each other in the near future as Operation Chameleon will be on a need to know basis! I believe it or not will not need to know ever!”

I wanted the earth to rise up and consume me. He would see me for the pathetic wretch that I was. Another one of my nightmares was turning into reality.

I was not given much time to dwell on events as I was whisked by the Major off to the Directorates medical facilities. For the next two weeks I would be subjected to a barrage of medical tests and psyche evaluations. Some of the psyche evaluations were bizarre to say the least as I subjected to several forms of pornography.

Following those tests and evaluations I was subjected to several medical treatments and even surgery. I had several implants, some what the doctors called structural and physical enhancements. I had an unknown number of vaccinations against things I had never heard of. I had been poked and prodded so much I felt like a pin cushion.

In the process of all this I had my body hair removed in totality. That was including all my pubic hair. I was a skin headed rake when I left the medical facilities. I looked like a prisoner from the worst of the penal colonies. I was even uglier if that was possible than when I had entered the Directorate. I did not see how they could possibly make a field agent out of the available raw material that was me.

A whole month in the Directorate training facility and I had not seen a file or anything else related to Operation Chameleon. I had been presented with various manuals and maps so that I could find my way around once I escaped the Doctors and the Psyches. One immediate difference though was that I had been taken off my cocktail of anxiety suppressants. The nightmares had stopped for the time being. I was also happy to be free of all the electrodes and whatever other stuff they had strapped to me for those two weeks.

I wished more than ever that I had not heard of the bloody Chameleon.

I was standing dithering outside the medical facility wondering what I was going to do next or supposed to do next when a huge 6ft 5 inch hulk of a man approached and saluted and introduced himself “I am Directorate Educator Keth and I will be your instructor, educator and trainer in all and any aspects of your training from this point on!

I will help you operate your implants and aid you in getting used to the enhancements that you now have! If any instruction is needed that is!

In addition you are not to discuss with me any aspects of the Operation that you will be prepared for and briefed for! I really would be shot if you do! I will show you to your quarters!”

I found that I could shut everyone out of my quarters if I wanted to as the doors could only be opened after a retinal scan and also activated by a voice recognition programme. The instructor said that none of my project work was to be taken out of my quarters which had both a living space and a work space.

My office space could only be accessed with a key he had given me and with the hand print sensor reading my palm. It was something more than the cubicle that I had to suffer at my former work place.

My living space was also a surprise in fact it was full of surprises. I had a double bed, not that I would ever need it. As for the kitchen well again it was not really needed as I would be expected to use the mess for some reason not fully explained. I was also told that I could from my room access any Galactic media outlet. I was naturally expected to familiarise myself with the Free Alliance systems and planets. They were the ancient enemy. The enemy that allegedly destroyed the home world of Earth.

An academic work schedule had already been drawn up for me. In fact the next three months of my life was planned down to what I would be doing at any given hour in any given day. I was not to take written notes about anything relating to my work here or my special project. I was not to discuss it with any other amasya escort trainee.

One day of the week was allocated as an R and R day! My work day schedules began at 6:00 and ended at 22:00. I doubted very much that I would sleep for 8 hours every night as I had been so used to sleeping for 3 or 4 hours since the age of about 10.

I could access my instructor any time of the day or the night by pressing the help button on my work station. I was left to my own devices for the rest of that day. I found that I had limited access to other areas of the facility. In my brief tour I never saw any other individual. Only when I ventured to the mess hall for an evening meal did I see anyone else.

Even then in the huge mess hall everyone kept a distance from each other. The few Special Forces personnel who were there sat of in corner on their own. When I sat down with my meal I looked around more and noted the same war refugee look on others. That applied to both males and females. Very few looked up from their food and those that did looked as if they staring blankly into the distance at something only they could see.

The first night in my new bed I felt very strange. The sheets made from a material that I was unfamiliar with. It was only then that I noted the dim blue light of an aquarium built into the wall of my living space. Before I noticed I had fallen asleep. No nightmares but I had the strangest of dreams, a dream that I could not recall when my morning alarm sounded. I had slept amazingly for the whole night or for what passed as night here. I felt refreshed and relaxed in the morning.

Breakfast, shower, exercise, work out, weapon practice, martial training then diverse academic studies then working on the latest Operation Chameleon updates and intel. In part of my schedule I was required to keep my body clear of pubic hair. I never gave it a second thought.

I had even put on weight the first three months in the directorate. I had broken 80 lbs for the first time. I was still a stick though. My breasts had swollen officially to 32 A! My head hair had started to grow back in but it was so short that it made me look like a male! I laughed inwardly to myself at that thought.

It was my unbroken schedule for the first three months at the directorate till one day the pattern got broken. I went to my morning weapons practice and my instructor announced that there would be no more obligatory sessions. My own weapons practice times would be for me to arrange for myself. He would still be my instructor till otherwise informed by command.

We had he said “Come up against the law of diminishing returns!”

I could now hit a barn door at five yards without causing injury to bystanders. Well according to him I could. Only the social aspects of my training remained and again he would be responsible for that amongst his duties.

I did not quiz him further on that before I was asked over the directorate’s public address to report to Major Gars Office immediately. So his name was Gar?

I stepped into his office and he spoke

“At ease Lieutenant! There is an ongoing situation on the planet Chichan Epsilon, our Agent there has tracked and found our foe or so she believes! She is now on visual to us! You will report to Command Ops Immediately to assist if required!

I have cleared your retinal scan with Command Ops! Bear in my mind that there is a lag in communications and that we can’t communicate immediately with her! I want your eyes in on this! If anyone can pick this man out of a crowd then it is you!”

I stood in the Ops watching her visuals scan a very seedy club. I watched individuals performing full on sexual acts. I began to squirm and to flush. What was happening to me? I began to feel uncomfortable.

The Major woke me from my self thoughts asking “Do you see our prey at all?”

I shook my head to confirm a No. When suddenly I heard mocking laughter in my head, a laugh that I had not heard for several months.

I quavered “Major something is wrong! It is not we who are the hunters but him! He is tracking her which is why she can’t locate him in that crowd! He is watching her right now, possibly behind her or above her! She is in danger!”

The Major ordered protocols broken to communicate with her but it was too late twenty seconds later her visuals went dead. The Major informed a Special Forces under cover group to descend on the club but again too late no trace of the female Agent was found, the prey had become the hunter and he had claimed another meal?

The prey’s weakness for certain drugs and for certain forms of entertainment led us to that club but in reality he was also setting a trap. She did not look the type to be in that club. She would have stood out like a sore thumb and then I realised that I would have been at home in such a club, at least in terms of my striking gaunt looks and haunted appearance. I looked like a lot of the weirdoes in that place. I knew why the directorate had recruited me now? I was to be bait.

The Major spoke “We still have two other agents out there in the Free Alliance space since your arrival we dispatched another but I do not hold out any great hopes for either! You will begin working on your cover Lieutenant and on your social interaction training as a matter of urgency!”

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Narlissa Quickhands, half-elf and master thief, slipped through the near-empty tavern in the early morning. She was wearing her armour and the two daggers at her waist and she hoped that no one would spot her. She certainly looked shifty walking around like that.

Luckily, no one was up and she was able to make her way onto the street without anyone noticing her. Soon she was in the woods by the village, making her way to the mansion that the baron and his wife resided in.

The house came into view and she paused. It was still dark, early morning only just arriving as a blue band on the horizon. She glanced around, finding all the knots of guards that stood at the perimeter of the mansion. She knew where they would be.

Narlissa had been watching the house for days to work out where the guards stood and when they moved. She had found the perfect place to sneak in and the perfect time to do so.

Moving stealthily forwards, she positioned herself at the edge of the mansion’s grounds. She waited. Soon enough a group of guards approached and Narlissa shrank back into the undergrowth so that they would not see her. They didn’t, and the moment they were out of sight she darted forwards into the shadows of the mansion.

Reaching out, she placed a hand on the cold stone wall, quickly finding footholds and climbing the almost-flat surface. It was her elven nature that made her such an able climber, but it helped her in her job tremendously. A balcony stood at the top and she jumped deftly onto it, careful not to make a sound. The room was black beyond it.

Quietly she opened the door, pleased it did not creak (though she was expert enough that doors rarely creaked when she opened them) and slipped in. The sounds of deep breathing could be heard and Narlissa knew that whoever was in the room was fast asleep. She tiptoed through to the far side, her elven eyes allowing her to see almost perfectly in the dark, and moved silently into the corridor.

Down that she crept, knowing roughly where the baroness would keep her treasures. They always kept them in the same place, these rich types. She came to a large door and found it locked, but after a few moments had picked it open. She stepped inside.

A large wooden dresser stood on the far wall and she hurried forwards. Tugging open one drawer as quickly as she could whilst still staying silent, she found nothing. She opened the others until at last a grin spread across her face.

The golden amulet lay in a bed of silks. She reached out, picking it up and feeling its weight. It was real gold. Clutching it tightly in her right hand she slid the drawers shut again and left the room.

Narlissa retraced her steps, her heart thumping. She had the amulet – now she only needed to get out. She darted down the corridor, coming again to the room which she had first entered, and she opened the door to creep inside.

The morning light was slightly stronger now and she moved hurriedly towards the balcony window, eager to escape the mansion with her prize.

Then cold fear washed over her.

The sounds of breathing were not there anymore.

She spun, to see a figure shut the door to the room and click the lock. Hurriedly moving to the balcony window, she attempted to pull it open, but found that locked too. She was trapped.

A flame flickered kastamonu escort into life in the figure’s hands and it reached over to light a lamp. Whilst Narlissa could see very well in the dark, the figure could not. She blinked as the room was bathed in light, then shrank backwards slightly.

The figure was a young man, likely in his mid-twenties. Brown hair was messy on his head – even if he had not just woken up, Narlissa did not think it would have been neat. He wore only a pair of loose cloth pants and despite her immediate predicament Narlissa could not help but notice his firm chest and the generous muscles of his strong arms.

“You are trapped, thief,” he said quietly. She closed her eyes, waiting for him to call the guards. Narlissa hated fighting – the daggers at her waist were predominantly for show. She did not look forward to getting out of this situation.

But he did not call the guards, and she opened one eye to look back at him. He was smirking at her.

Smirking!

“I see you have taken mother’s amulet,” he sighed, leaving the key in the lock. He returned to sit on his bed. Narlissa eyed the key.

“You can make a move for the key if you wish, thief, but I will call the guards the moment you do. Even if you get out of this room, you will not get out of the grounds.”

Narlissa knew that he was right, so she stood still. After a moment, she spoke. “What do you want with me?”

“I’m not sure,” the man said quietly. “Mother will be angry all day if she finds that amulet gone, at least until father buys her another. Self-preservation should therefore see me take that item off you.”

Narlissa gulped, clenching her fists. She was prepared for a fistfight even if she didn’t look forward to it.

“But…” the man said, looking up with a grin.

Narlissa’s eyes opened in surprise. “But?”

“But I think it might be more fun to let it go missing,” he said with a low chuckle. “This place has been awfully boring of late.”

Narlissa eyed him. He really did seem to be serious. This must be the baroness’s son, so she guessed from his language anyway, and he was giving her a free pass to steal the amulet.

“So, you will not call the guards?”

He lounged back then. “That depends. I have not decided yet. Tell me, thief, what is your name?”

“Narlissa,” she said back, knowing a lie would damn her more if she did get caught. If she didn’t, well there was nothing much he could do with her name anyway.

“Narlissa…” He rolled the name around his mouth a moment. “As I thought, an elvish name.”

“It is indeed. My mother was an elf.”

The man smiled. “Then your father was a lucky man. And since I know your name, I suppose I should offer mine. I am Duncyn, heir to this house and fortune.”

He actually sounded bored as he delivered the last line. Narlissa could not possibly understand why anyone who was in line to inherit so much money and power would be bored.

She waited a moment more as silence passed between them. Trapped as she was, she could not help but let her eyes wander over Duncyn’s body. He was well-built, although not particularly broad, but definite muscle rippled on his body. Where Thom the night before had possessed a farmer’s stocky frame, Duncyn’s figure spoke of the kayseri escort litheness of a swordsman.

And it spoke right to her pussy, inside which it felt like a fire had been lit. This was new, too. It had been like this ever since she had been with Sir Jeffrey. She had always been sex-obsessed but now she often found herself craving cock so badly that she could think of nothing else.

This was one of those situations and despite the heavy amulet that hung in her grasp Narlissa could only stare at her captor growing more and more hungry for him. He seemed to read her expression and raised an eyebrow.

“A familiar look, but not one I expected,” he said as a grin grew on his face. He sat more upright. “Do you know how I detected you, Narlissa?”

She shook her head. She had wondered that – the house seemed to have no charms of detection when she had scouted it. There was nothing that suggested someone would be alerted to her presence.

He raised his middle finger, his palm outstretched towards Narlissa. A golden ring sparkled at its base. “I had this ring enchanted a few months back. When I am in the proximity of a beautiful woman it alerts me to her presence. A silly trinket, perhaps, but one that has served me very well indeed.”

“It alerts you?” Narlissa was intrigued.

“Indeed. It tells me she is there. I find it very useful in crowded places, or when passing a house I cannot see inside. It has led to many encounters since I got it.”

Narlissa detected Duncyn’s undercurrent, and her cunt throbbed with anticipation. She was already so wet and her lust was beginning to build quickly. Even if she escaped this room, she knew she would be forced to quickly find someone in the inn whose cock she could eagerly slide inside her.

But why wait until she got to the inn? There was a man right in front of her. A gorgeous man. The amulet could wait – the satisfying sensation of a hard cock inside her could not.

“Does that mean you find me beautiful, Duncyn?” she said, licking her lips. She could not believe this.

He smiled. “I do indeed, Narlissa. What are you thinking? Are you perhaps considering some way I can be appeased? Some small thing that might see you go free?”

“Oh, I’m sure it’s a very big thing…” she said, dropping the amulet and moving towards him. Duncyn’s lips parted in anticipation and she noticed the tent in his pants growing larger.

She kissed him then, immediately peeling off her leather gloves behind his back. His fingers found her armour and quickly undid the knots, pulling it loose. She should have been concerned about being left so vulnerable but she did not think that Duncyn would take advantage now. He seemed to be as eager for this as she did.

He groaned as the chestpiece was pulled from her head, her large breasts spilling free. Instantly his hands were on the globes and he squeezed them as he frantically kissed her nipples. Narlissa moaned back and tugged down her pants.

When they had dropped to the ground Duncyn quickly stood. Narlissa’s breath caught as he threw down his own pants. His cock was wonderful, so proud and strong and she desperately needed it inside her. He wrapped his arms round her back to kiss her and she responded. She sprang up onto him, wrapping her legs kıbrıs escort around his back. He moved to hold her then spun around, dropping her on the her back at the edge of the bed.

“Fuck me Duncyn, please,” she pleaded, overwhelmed with desire.

He grinned and grabbed his cock then moved forwards until the head of it rested against her pussy. He pushed inwards. Narlissa felt her eyes flutter as Duncyn’s length stretched her cunt and stuffed her full. She moaned, probably louder than she should have done in such a quiet house but she did not care.

Duncyn stared at her for a moment without moving. It was as if he was drinking in just how beautiful she was. Narlissa did not mind as she spent those few seconds doing exactly the same. Duncyn was truly gorgeous.

“Oh fuck your pussy feels so good…” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

He then started to move his hips and soon he was pumping rapidly into Narlissa’s eager pussy. His hard cock felt so good as it filled her up. She could feel every inch of him moving inside her and her cunt narrowed on his length as she knew she was close.

Duncyn too was not far away and his body seemed to quiver as he hammered his cock into her pussy. Each thrust was joined by a grunt of pure pleasure from the noble and Narlissa could tell he was seconds away. So was she and she moaned out her encouragement. She wanted to come and she wanted to feel him come.

“Oh… fuck!” he shouted as he came moments later. His eyes were opened wide and unfocused and his cock pulsed inside her pussy.

Narlissa followed him into bliss, pleasure exploding inside of her as Duncyn’s seed sprayed into her. A massive orgasm ripped through her and she shrieked out its strength as she spasmed. Every contraction of her cunt around his cock felt amazing.

At last the climax faded and she buzzed with sated afterglow of her release. Duncyn too pulled out with wide eyes, overwhelmed by the strength of the pleasure he had just received and half-staggered backwards.

He grinned at Narlissa. “That was quite amazing, beautiful thief.”

Narlissa smiled back, but her heart skipped a beat as he picked up the amulet from the floor. Then he held it out to her.

“I think you dropped something,” he winked.

She stepped forwards and he placed it round her neck. Then she dressed quickly, enjoying Duncyn’s approving stare. Soon she was stood at the balcony door. She turned back to him.

“So I can truly leave?” she asked.

He nodded. “You will not be the first young woman the guards have seen leaving my room in the early morning. They will leave you alone.”

“And what about you, Duncyn?”

“Oh, I will pretend I was asleep and did not see you. And the house will be in turmoil for many days. It will be good fun.”

“Thank you, Duncyn,” she smiled, turning the key and hearing the lock unclick.

“No, Narlissa. Thank you. And before you leave, I should probably tell you that the amulet is enchanted.”

Her eyes opened wide. “How?”

“Nothing to worry about,” he laughed. “It will start to glow as soon as it leaves the proximity of the grounds and isn’t in mother’s possession. It is supposed to alert guards that it is stolen. An easy enough cantrip for any mage to dispel, you will find.”

Narlissa nodded to the beautiful man. He grinned back.

“Farewell, Duncyn.”

“Farewell, beautiful thief Narlissa. It is not every morning a half-elf sneaks into my room and takes my cock inside her.”

Narlissa grinned as she slipped onto the balcony. A few minutes later she was back at the inn, her prize in her grasp. It was definitely glowing.

“There’s work to do yet,” she muttered.

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Chapter 23: Expediency

Vine pressed a moist leaf to his Sister’s brow. Kalia groaned under his fingers, her near identical face staring back at him with unfocused eyes.

“Shh,” he cooed. “It is over.”

Kalia smacked her lips for moisture, a strange action for a creature deriving from water.

“We must put her back in the Mother Tree Takh. She is too weak to go on her own.”

Vine looked over to his Brother, Dew-El, his blue eyes filled with grave worry. Together, they lifted the nymph and pressed her back inside of the pure essence. The tree was the corporeal representation of their spirit. Thousands of water nymphs could fit inside of it, allowing themselves to dissolve into its comfort for the earth’s blessing and wisdom. In this case, it was for healing.

“The witches have gone too far.”

Takh turned to Dew-El. Despite his fierce tone he was shivering in fear. Long had they been used for pleasure by the witches. Nymphs reveled in pleasure, they lived off of it, fed off of it. It was a way of life. The witches perverted it into a power struggle, destroying the core of it, mutilating it into a punishment, a slavery. It was one witch in particular who was nasty. They knew not her name, simply called her, Dull Eyes.

“What would you have us do?” Takh asked.

Dew-El looked around at their nest. No one was being intimate. They were standing, waiting for something.

“Where is Caleem?”

“They did not return him,” a Brother whispered.

“They will destroy us.”

“No.”

Vine looked at the tree. How he loved it. They could not leave it without dooming themselves. Not unless, someone helped them. “We must…we must appeal to the witches, those of the elements might have mercy on us. Until then, we should scout for a new dwelling.”

“We would leave the Mother tree?”

The nest began to rustle with unrest. Vine could feel all of their emotions. Nymphs were telepathic after all. That was what made this so painful. Hurting one hurt all.

“You know how I feel,” Vine sighed. “We cannot keep caring for the injured until one of us goes mad. The witches are unchecked in power. The Monokeros has not been seen since the rites of carnality. I fear…we are hopelessly outmatched.”

He was about to say something else when he felt a weak voice call out in his mind.

“Brothers…help..m-me…”

“Caleem!”

“Brother Caleem!”

“Some will stay to—”

“…watch the young ones and…”

“Takh will…”

“Yes.”

The nymphs were in agreement. Vine sat by the tree and watched the nymphs that slipped into the ground, headed towards their injured brother.

“Takh…?”

Talia’s slender blue hand reached out of the Mother tree.

Vine held her hand. “I’m here. I’m here.”

—

“Get up.”

Caligula pulled Zyra to her feet. She rose ungracefully, yanking her arm from his grip. She turned to him, tears streaming down her face.

“You had no right…”

Etaceh walked up to embrace her. “Zyra, darling…”

“No right!” Zyra shoved her away, Etaceh’s eyes widening as she stumbled back.

“I hate you.”

She rounded on Caligula like an animal, her face painted with rage and misery.

I hate all of you!” Blindly, she ran at him, tumbling to the ground when he vanished in front of her.

“Enough.”

Caligula stood behind her, his purple eyes glowing. Etaceh gasped. Zyra noted a twinge of fear in her face before a smile slid onto her blood red lips.

“Let us show you your room!” Etaceh bounced happily, forward, her black skirts trailing the floor. She pulled Zyra to her feet and put a hand on the small of her back, ushering her forward.

Zyra looked back at Caligula as he radiated with power. She turned back, rubbed her eyes, and followed Etaceh. Zyra took a deep breath. She had to stay calm. She needed to stay calm.

Etaceh took her down a winding corridor adjacent to the Marble Basin. They passed a few witches in grey garb that shuffled quietly in a line. She stared at them, but they did not acknowledge her. She wondered if they could.

“Here.”

Etaceh gestured to a room without a door. It was very much like the room Zyra had found herself in after collapsing before the Marble Tree. It was dark, cold, and made white of marble. Etaceh waved a hand. A long line of candles began to light. As the room illuminated, Zyra saw the candles made a complete circle around the bed. It had a strange sheer netting at the top, which hung like a tent above it. Inside were fluffy gold pillows and a thin white dress. In the far corner sat a wooden table with a gold jug and cloth.

“Oh how lovely,” Etaceh cooed. “A canopy bed. I always wanted one when I was a young girl. I have one now, but it’s never quite the same now is it? Tell me dear, have you ever seen such finery?”

Zyra shook her head. “No. I suppose not.”

“You see the candle bases? The jug? Solid gold, and there’s gold thread in your sheets as well.”

Zyra walked up to the bed and ran a hand along it. Cloth, ardahan escort thin white cloth and not a fur to be seen, and the gold. Gold, the color of Rell and Gharla’s hair, the color of Nima’s field of flowers, the color of lust, Kail’s earring, and Kail’s eyes.

“I sewed it myself,” Etaceh quipped. Zyra’s silence was unsettling.

Zyra turned. “Why?”

“Well if you want something done right you have to do it yourself—”

“Why gold?”

Etaceh blinked. “Why…it’s the color of the monokeros. White and gold.”

Zyra looked back at the bed. She could ignore the white sheets, but not the golden pillows. She strode over, picked them up, and handed them to Etaceh.

“I don’t need these.”

“But…darling—”

“Please.”

Etaceh stared at the emotion swimming in Zyra’s eyes. “Please take them away.”

Etaceh’s lips thinned as she made the pillows dematerialize. “Anything else?”

“A door.”

“Oh, well that’s a quick…”

“You can make a door when you are strong enough.”

Caligula stood in the doorway. Zyra didn’t like the way he was looking at her. His face was calm, his eyes were not. He could not fool her, no matter what he believed.

“Get some sleep,” he continued. “You have a big day tomorrow.”

Etaceh gave her a tight smile. “Goodnight darling, we’ll wake you in the morning.” With that, the witches turned and left.

Zyra stood alone in the circle of golden candles. She didn’t like sleeping in a room without a door. She thought of the trees in the nymph dwelling. They had broad bark. With enough force, she could peel it off. If they weren’t going to give her one, she would just have to make one. Zyra put her pack down and slipped off her shoes. Pushing the dress to the floor, she climbed underneath the strange covers. Then she closed her eyes, and the candles blew out.

—

A shift, a faint throb, but present, so present.

Scallen knew that something was different in the Valley. He knew the witches had gone to the border, and they had brought something back with them, to be specific, a human. He was relatively sure who that human was as well. He couldn’t see Caligula allowing the Rovians anymore of the initial pleasantries he had given, when he was still trying to lull them into a false sense of security. He supposed the old witch thought he was clever.

Scallen’s mind drifted off to human in question, Zyra. He still remembered how her green eyes had glittered as he thrust his tongue inside of her. She contorted like a wild thing, pleading for more. He could have done anything he wanted with her, and she would have begged for it. Granted, his venom had given her a little help.

Scallen was curious to see what state she was in. He doubted she was pleased to be here, and chances were she was alone. Something akin to care stirred inside of him. He did owe her a debt, one that he had repaid, but could never truly be resolved. He had underestimated her and her party, it had nearly cost him his life. Scallen sniffed the air. It was night, too late for a visit. Poor thing would be exhausted. Scallen smiled to himself.

He would wait until tomorrow.

—

“Zyra…Zyra honey, it’s time to wake up…”

“Um…Ginger?”

“Oh sweetie, you do sleep like a log.”

Zyra rolled around, fighting her way out of the cloths. When her head surfaced, she saw an amused Etaceh smiling down at her.

“Come, I will take you to the hot spring,”

“The wha—”

“It’s a bath darling. You’ll refresh yourself there, bring your clothes. Or don’t. Whatever your preference, comfort, or level of self-esteem permits.”

Zyra hopped out of the bed, hissing when her feet touched the cool floor. Sighing, she put on her boots and rummaged for her huntress garb.

Etaceh looked at the primitive outfit with disdain.

“If you require more clothes…”

“I don’t want anything.”

The witch looked visibly annoyed but shrugged with a dramatic flourish. “Never say I didn’t try to care for you dear. It isn’t a crime to wear more than one color you know…and with a little class.”

Zyra didn’t answer her. Etaceh led her down the dark corridor, still filled with the moonlight from a perpetual night. At the end of the hall was a painting. It was a picture with three stone towers, a flag on two. The third tower had a scorch mark where its flag was meant to be.

“A castle,” Zyra whispered.

“Yes,” Etaceh said surprised. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve heard stories.”

“From who?”

“My…” Zyra paused. Etaceh looked too intent. She shrugged, choosing to keep her mother secret. “My elders. They tell folktales, of the ruins that were swept by the magic after The Purging.” The magic users had destroyed all remnants of human civilization, all technology was lost. The humans truly began anew.

Etaceh knocked on the painting three times. It swung open to reveal a steamy white room filled with candles.

“Well dear, it might please you to adıyaman escort know that not all of the ruins are gone. There are…a handful left.”

Zyra followed her. The witches appeared to have a lake. It curved around a corner, past the point of her vision. Zyra touched the water.

“It’s hot.”

“Now you know why it is called a hot spring. Now, take a bit of this.”

Etaceh’s empty hand soon held a bar of soap. From a distance Zyra could see it was smoother and sweeter smelling than any soap she had ever used. She didn’t trust it.

“I don’t…”

“You will use it,” Etaceh commanded. “Soak yourself thoroughly. A towel will arrive shortly.”

“A what?”

Etaceh walked off. Zyra sighed. The woman was crazy. She took off her clothes, putting her belongings in the driest place she could find. Then she submerged herself. To her surprise the water was incredibly soothing. Her aching muscles began to unravel and she let out a coo of appreciation. Perhaps not all things would be terrible.

After several minutes of floating, Zyra decided to see what was around the bend. Taking a deep breath, she began to swim under the water, her open eyes disliking the warm water. Zyra continued, not wishing to swim too close to the surface. She disliked Etaceh enough without having her see, and as a result comment, on her naked body.

The bend was actually farther than she had anticipated. The place where she had been bathing was shallow enough for her to stand. Now, she was swimming, the bottom too murky for her sight. Silently, she crept through the water. Ahead she saw a large cropping of rocks jutting in the center of a rippling pool.

At the far end were three waterfalls, each the same height, churning the lake with foam. She remembered the Akeeran land had a waterfall. They used it in their coming of age ceremony. If a child did not pass the test they would be given a second chance. The Akeerans would throw them down the waterfall. If they survived, they were forgiven and accepted.

And if they did not…

Zyra shook the images out of her mind. The Akeerans were no more, her mother had seen to that.

Zyra swam quietly towards the rocks. They were gray, made of something she had never seen. A light seemed to glow from within them. She drew closer and closer, until her hand rested against the rock’s rough surface. The rock pulsed with a strange energy. It made her fingertips tingle. She watched in wonder as it turned a light yellow. What a peculiar—

“You’re curious.”

Zyra shrieked and struck out. Her hand missed its target, instead splashing it with water. She retreated while it sputtered, her face filled with embarrassment, her eyes, rage.

“Who are you?” she demanded, an arm around her breast, the other holding onto the lake’s white edge.

The figure seemed to glide through the water as he came closer, wiping his face. A pair of dark eyes looked at her, his black wet hair jutting out wildly against the pale pallor of his skin. He was even paler than Rell. He looked as though he had never seen sunlight. She could see a blue

vein in his neck.

“I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he said. “I was merely taking my bath.”

It suddenly dawned on her that both she and the stranger were naked. Her face burning, she gave him one last dirty look before diving beneath the water. She swam as fast as she could, back to the place where Etaceh had left her. The woman was nowhere to be found.

“Damn it all,” Zyra cursed. Forget Etaceh and the…towel.

She pulled herself out of the hot spring and tossed on her clothing. When she was in the process of slipping on her boots, the pale stranger appeared, watching her curiously.

“Wait. I meant no offense.”

“Zyra…” Etaceh’s sung rendition of her name did not help her temper. Another cloth was in her hand. This one resembled a fur. The Valley had so many names for so many cloths.

“Oh, Zyra. You didn’t wait for…”

“I’ll dry outside.”

Zyra strode past her and out of the room. She had been submerged right? There was no way he could have seen her. How long had he been watching her? If he had been there when she was heading towards the stone he had probably seen her breasts. Zyra saw a white marble vase on her right. She struck it to the ground.

This wasn’t fair. One day and she already felt violated. No door, no privacy, and not a single fur in this Maker forsaken nightmare. Zyra saw another vase, broke that one too. By the time she reached the Marble Basin she had knocked over five vase, three paintings, and two candle stands.

She found Caligula waiting for her.

“Done with your tantrum?”

Zyra stared blankly at him. With little emotion, she pushed down a tiny white statute. It head cracked against the floor.

“Goodness darling, you could have waited.” Etaceh strode forward, a hand waving by each item she had upended. Zyra watched as the items floated up into the air, mending themselves before karabük escort settling back in their positions. Etaceh was about to go to the pillar but Caligula held up a hand.

“No. Leave it.” He returned Zyra’s look with a smirk. “I like it better this way.”

“Shall I make the others match?”

“That won’t be necessary. At least, not yet.”

Caligula walked until he stood in front of her.

“I think it is about time we talk about your training. Perhaps over food?” Caligula smiled.

With a gesture, the Marble Tree opened.

Outside she saw the Valley’s lush green grass was sprinkled with tiny red and yellow flowers.

Caligula walked outside, plucked a yellow flower and tossed it in the air. Before it touched the ground it grew in size until it was a large table. Caligula walked over and sat beside it, in mid-air. Etaceh did the same. They looked at her expectantly.

“Well? Aren’t you going to join us?”

Ugh. Zyra walked out, the Marble Tree closing behind her. She stood beside the table.

“Well? Sit.”

“There are no seats.”

“Oh but there are,” Etaceh gushed. “Go ahead. Sit down.”

Zyra rolled her eyes and eased herself downwards. She was shocked to find something beneath her. Gently, she sat, both disturbed and amazed that she was sitting on what appeared to be nothing.

“Rule one,” Etaceh said. “Your eyes will deceive you. Your senses are more reliable. Your eyes are always the last to know. It means your enemy has gotten too close.”

“What will you teach me?” Zyra asked. “And why? What do I have to do?”

“Patience,” Caligula said. “All in time. I will answer this, the first thing we must do is teach you how to manage the power of a keromedio.”

Etaceh nodded in agreement. “Physically you are in great condition. Your magic however, is rough and instinctive. The first thing you will learn will be how to channel it, focus it into actual spells and not just lucky coincidences.”

“There are several division of magic,” Caligula continued. “That much you can see from the different witches in the Tree, however it is most important that you know four types. When we are done, you will know Elemental magic, how to resist magic attacks or Defensive magic, Offensive magic, and of course, Practical magic.”

“Practical magic?”

“Yes. Making water safe for drinking. Healing a wound. Things like that.”

Zyra wanted to ask why she would need any of those things, but she knew the witches would not answer her. Instead she asked, “What about light and dark?”

Her question caught Caligula off guard. “What?”

“Light magic and Dark magic?”

Caligula and Etaceh chuckled. “No such thing.”

A large assortment of foreign food appeared upon the table and Etaceh chirped in glee. “Finally! You’d think we had conjured the fruit instead of summoned it.” She selected a purple thing and began to eat.

Warily, Zyra followed suit. Biting into it, she found it juicy and cold. It tasted like…what flowers smelled like. Hm, not bad.

When the meal was done, the table reverted back into a flower, and they lead her towards the edge of the dwelling of the nymphs.

“For expediency we have decided to pair your lessons together,” Caligula said, pointing to a small clearing.

Zyra didn’t like standing in it. The odd juxtaposition between the heavily wooded thicket and the open field suggested it had been cleared, for her. She felt queasy.

“We have decided that your Offensive magic will more often than not be a combination of blocks and counterstrikes. In other words, it will be a more…active, Defensive magic. And we will ally your practical magic to your elemental magic. Etaceh will teach the later, I will teach the former.”

Caligula’s expression foreshadowed a grueling process, no doubt a punishment for her insubordination.

“We start your elemental training today,” Etaceh said happily. “I believe that Earth is a good element to start with, considering how comfortable you seem in the forest.”

Zyra nodded. “Very well.”

“Oh, and one more thing…”

Out of nowhere, a witch strode out of the woods. It was the man from the hot spring. He startled her twice, she, a Rovian huntress, twice! He was garbed in a fitted black robe and wore black gloves. Unsurprisingly, he carried a black stick that had a cloth stretched upon it, keeping the sun off of his form.

“This is Medean, a dark witch from another coven.”

“I thought you said there was no such thing as Dark magic.”

Medean stepped forward, bowing. “I am a user of black magic. When I cast, my aura turns black, thus why I am called a dark witch. My magic itself is not Dark.”

Zyra nodded in his direction and looked away. His face continued to have that same pleasant smile. She wanted to punch him. Instead, she turned to Etaceh.

“Shouldn’t we begin?”

Etaceh smirked at her. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Boys, do you mind?”

“Not at all. I will see her for my lesson soon.” Caligula and Medean walked off, and Etaceh and

Zyra were alone.

“What do I have to do first?” Zyra asked.

She began stretching. Maybe she would have to climb trees and get magical dust, or perhaps she’d have to dig to increase her hand strength.

“This is your task.” Etaceh bent down and scooped something up. She extended her hand to Zyra. It was a seed.

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Aramızdaki arkadaşlığa cinselliğin verdiği yakınlıkta eklenince birbirinden gizlisi saklısı olmayan, yeğenini erkeği – teyzesini kadını olarak gören bir çift olmuştuk. Ben bu ilişkiye duygusal açıdan çok büyük anlamlar yüklemiyordum, daha doğrusu yükleyemiyordum. Evet onunla sevişmek, vakit geçirmek, konuşmak kısacası herşey muhteşemdi ama gerçek anlamda aşığım-seviyorum diyemiyordum. Yani ilk seviştiğimiz dönemde daha gençtim(çocuk statüsüne bile konabilirdim) ve ona sahip olma fikri bilincimi alıyordu aşığım seviyorum geyikleri yapıyordum ama aradan geçen yıllar karakterimin tam olarak oturmasına ve bu işlere daha düzgün bakmama vesile oldu.Teyzem son yaz tatilinden beri ciddi anlamda karımmış gibi davranıyordu. Sık sık arıyor, sevgi mesajları atıyor, “yurda ne zaman geçiceksin, geç kalma sevgilim, fırsat bulunca yanıma gel lütfen, benimki uyuyunca gece arıycam” gibi mesajlarla sevgilisi olduğumu tam anlamda belli ediyordu. Haksız değildi çok şey yaşamıştık kendimi ona sevdirmek için atmadığım takla kalmamıştı, amacım onu kaybetmemek uzun süre sevişebileceğim bir kadına sahip olmaktı. Başardım o benimdi ama sanki karımmış gibi davranması beni fena halde sıkıyordu. Ve aramız yavaş yavaş bozulmaya başladı.Aslında aramızın bozulmasının asıl nedeni okulda tanıştığım bir kızdı. Kızı oldukça beğenmiştim, aklım ondaydı ve bir süre sonra oda arkadaşımında küçümsenemez katkılarıyla kızla tanışıp arkadaş olduk ve “çıkma evresi” denen sikimsonik döneme girdik. Kızla beraberken teyzem aklıma bile gelmiyordu, yani uzakta bir yerde bana ait, beni isteyen bir kadın vardı biliyordum ama bu kız gerçekten farklı geliyordu bana. Ve teyzemin mesajlarına kısa cevaplar vermeye başladım. Aradığındada sadece o konuşuyordu nerdeyse. En son olayda doğum günümde oldu. Bana hediye göndermiş. 1 tane çok şık bir saat, ve cüzdan güzelce paketlenmiş içinede seni seviyorum temalı bir not yazmış. Paketi aldığımda kızla buluşucaktım yurda gelmişti paket ve aceleyle içine bakıp odama atıp çıktım geç kalıyorum diye. İletildi notu ulaşmış teyzeme bende akıl edip 2 gün aramadım teşekkür etmek için. Tüm günüm kızla geçiyordu zaten.Bu umursamazlık teyzemi çok sıkmış olmalıki, “benden sıkıldınmı” temalı mesajlar atmaya başladı, cevap vermedim o gece aradı, biraz tartıştık beni sevdiğini ama benim ona aynı özeni-sevgiyi göstermediğimi kendini aptal gibi hissettiğini söyledi ve kapattı. O günden sonra aramadı mesajda atmadı.Kızda gün geçtikçe sıkmaya başladı, çünkü çocuk gibi davranıyordu. Bense son 3.5 yılımı olgun bir kadınla geçirmiştim kızın her lafı hareketi batmaya başlamıştı. Ve ayrdıldık, dönem bitiminede az kalmıştı zaten kızın o aptallıklarını görünce aklıma teyzem geldi değerini anladım ama geçti artık küsmüştü bi kere telefondada gönlünü alamazdım görmem lazımdı. Tatilde memleket yolu gözükmüştü bize 🙂 xHamster – xAuthorOkul tatile girdi, Allaha şükür bütede kalmadık, 1 aylık bir tatilim vardı. İlk hafta öyle böyle geçti aklımda memlekete gitme fikri vardı, ne zaman aileye söylesem derken annem bir gün “yarın akşam yemeğinde evde ol misafir var” dedi, ertesi gün akşam eve geldiğimde teyzem karşımdaydı. Afalladım önce, sonra öğrendimki anneme bana söylememesini süpriz yapıcağını filan söylemiş, çocuklarınıda babalarına bırakıp gezmek için istanbula gelmiş. (Bu arada annem teyzem ile aramızdaki yakınlıktan biraz kıllandı bu son seferde ama konduramaz beraber olucağımızı)Yemek yedik gözüm hep üzerinde ama suçumu bildiğim için konuşamıyorum onunla, okadar güzel geliyorduki bana, kıyafeti çok hafif yüz makyajı baş örtüsü herşeyiyle arzuladığım kadın yanımdaydı. Gece “emir kız arkadaşın varmı” muhabbetiyle intikam arıyan gözlerle bakarak ezdi biraz beni :)Yatma vakti geldi ve teyzem kardeşimin odasına kardeşimde benim yatağın altındaki çekmeli yatağa yattı. Evin planı şu şekilde; kapı açılınca solunuzda mutfak karşınızda salon mutfağa dik bir koridor koridorun diğer ucunda benim odam benim odamın yanında annemlerin odası onların odasının karşısı (dolayısıyla benim odamın diğer yanı) banyo-wc salon ve annemlerin odası arasındaki odada teyzemin kaldığı oda. O gece vukuatsız uyuduk.Kahvaltı sonrası annem “teyzeni gezdir” muhabbetini açtı ve Beyazıt Eminönü tarafına gitmeye karar verdik. Teyzem bekle hazırlanıyım tokat escort dedi, geldiğinde parfümü, çok hafifte olsa hoşuma giden makyajı, yüzüne çok yakışan başörtüsü ile yutkunmama sebep oldu. Son bıraktığım kadın değildi, yüzü güzelleşmiş, adımlarını kararlı atan dahada olgunlaşmış bir kadın olmuştu. Sanırım tartışma olayı onu tetiklemişti. Bana birşeyler ispat etmek istiyordu.Evden çıktık, tramvaya bindik ayaktayız gözlerimiz birbirimize bakıyor 4-5 durak hiç konuşmadık sadece baktık birbirimize. O an birşey farkettimki ben bu kadını seviyorum. Keliminin tam anlamıyla hemde. Gözleri sanki bana “şerefsiz” der gibi bakıyordu. Kızgındı bana belliydi. Tramvaydan indik, duraktan çıkar çıkmaz dediğim tek şey “özür dilerim” di. Cevabı “kabul etmiyorum” oldu. Beyazıtta kapalı çarşıda gezerken ona durumu izah etmeye, eşşeklik ettiğimi kabul ettiğimi söyleme çalıştım. Kapalı çarşı, sultan ahmet, ayasofya, yere batan, istanbul arkeoloji derken gülhaneye geldik ve yürümek istedi. Hemde yağmur yağarken, güvenliği geçince koluma girdi ve “ne yaparsan yap sana küs kalamam aptal” dedi. Ve ben kolunu kolumdan çıkarıp elini tuttum parmaklarımız iç içe geçirdik. Şaşırdı biraz, hiç bu şekilde yürümemiştik yani hep koluma girerdi ama şu anda tam anlamıyla “çift” şeklindeydik. Ve yağmur yağarken gülhane parkında kurbanlık koyun gibi yürüdük 🙂 sırılsıklam olduk, Galata köprüsünn oraya gittik haliçe karşı konuştuk biraz. Kendimi affettirip, onu tekrar kalbi ve vücuduyla kazanmak için tüm hünerlerimi sergiledim :)Beyazıt durağının orda 4-5 tane dönerci filan var orda oturduk yemek yedik, çayımızı içerken teyzemin arkasında bir kız dikkatimi çekti, tam benim tipim güzel bir kız. Bir kaç kez göz göze geldik teyzem rahatsız oldu çaylar bitmeden kalktık. Sahaflara uğradık sonra tramvaya bindik eve gitmek için ve o kız bizim karşımızdaydı. Teyzem önümde kız karşımda (arada mesafe var baya) ben kızdan gözümü alamıyorum teyzem farketti ve o kadar sinir olduki. Ama çabuk pes etmiycekti kalçalarını oynatmaya itmeye başladı. Üstünde pardesü tarzı kaban vardı ama yinede tahrik ediyordu yani. Toplu taşıma fantezisi oldu biraz, bende kıza bakmadım daha. Malum pirince giderken bulgurdan olma mevzusu. Evde akşam yemeği, çay faslından sonra yattı herkes ama aklım onda. “boru değil” aradan 4-5 ay geçti, benim vücudum onunkini onunk**e beni istiyordu belliydi. Mesaj attım; (bu arada teyzemin kaldığı oda kitlenmiyor benim oda kitlenebiliyor)-affedildimmi ?-daha değil-ne yapmam gerekli-sen biliyorsun ne gerektiğini-hatırlatırmısın sevgilim-dudaklarım kurudu-gelip kendimi affetiriyim ozaman-şimdi olmaz-ne zaman ?-müsait olunca-ya hiç olmazsa-yazı bekliyeceğiz o zaman-bekliyebilcekmisin-umarım-ben bekliyemem-Emir yapma eniştemler burdayken olmaz-bi deniyelim :)-emir olmaz-geliyorum-uff çok mu özledin beni-tahmin edemiyeceğin kadar-kitlenmiyo burası-buraya gel-kardeşin var aptallaşma-gel dedim-otele filan gideriz-gelmiyorsan gelicemMesajı değil kendisi geldi sonra. İçeri girdi kapıyı yavaşça kitledi. Sahne şu; yatak duvara dayalı ve altından bir yatak daha çıkmış orda kardeşim yatıyor. 10 yaşında kardeşim, erkek. Yatakta doğruldum, pijaması ile çok güzel duruyordu karanlıkta bembeyazdı. xHamster – xAuthor-gel meleğim-çocuk var, yan odadada annenle baban-sevişmeyiz, kokun bile yeter banaKaranlıkta belli olan bir gülümseme ile yatağa geldi ve koluma yattı. Birkaç dakika durduk o şekilde sonra göz göze geldik, oda karanlıktı ama karşı apartmandan açık olan ışık perdeden geçip biraz aydınlatıyordu odayı. Dudaklarımız yavaşça birleşti öpüşüyorduk ellerimi bacaklarına götürdüm ordan kalçalarına. Ahh o kalçalar şimdi aklıma gelince bile alet hazır ola geçiyor, kalçaları o kadar muhteşemdiki dokunup okşamaya doyamıyordum. Penisim kalkmıştı teyzemi bacağına dayamıştım. Dudaklarımız ayrıldı, fısıltıyla;-uyuyan devi uyandırdım-evet-sana bugun için teşekkür edemedim sevgilim-dudakların etti-vucudum da etmek istiyor ama sonra-gitme-uyanırlarsa neler olur düşün-ne olursa olsun seni seviyorum-aptallaşma bende çok özledim ama sonra-tamam ama biraz daha kalÖpüşmeye devam ettik, kafamda bu gece sex yoktu, sadece sonraki musait an için ön hazırlık yapıcaktım. Ama o kalçalar herşeyi değiştirdi. Penisim iç çamaşırımı yırtmak istiyordu sanki. Teyzemi en zayıf yerinden vurdum; GÖĞÜSLERİ. GÖğüsleri ona çok zevk veriyordu biliyordum, avuçladım.-yapma-sakin ol-emir sonra sevgilim, ateşimi çıkarma lütfen-çok güzelsin (bu sırada pijamasını açtım ve göğüslerine yumuldum)-Emirrr-bırak kendini-çocuk var-kızdırma beni-ileri gitme lütfen sonra sevişelimGöğüslerine tüm tecrübemle muamele ediyordum. Nefesi değişti, aşağı indim pijamanın altınıda indirdim, beyaz dantelli iç çamaşırının üzerinden dokunmaya başladım irkildi. xHamster – xAuthor-emirrr-sakin ol-aşkım benim seni çok özledim-bende-seni seviyorumÇamaşırı çıkardım ve yine tüm tecrübemle vajinal masaja başladım, yavaş hareket ediyorudum amını okşarken klitorise ve vajinal dudaklara onun sevdiği şekilde dokunuyordum. Dudaklarını ısrıyordu nefes alış verişi hızlandı, kalçalarını oynatıyordu. yozgat escort Yan durmuştum elim amındaydı, dudaklarım dudaklarında, Penisimi çıkardı eline aldı ben hala masaj yapıyorum.-biraz daha kalınlaşmış sanki-yuvasına girsin dahada kalınlaşır belki-yavaş girsin amaBacaklarını ayırdım misyoner pozisyonundayız, gözüm kardeşime kaydı “ah be birader abin teyzeni sikiyor sende uyu” dedim içimden. Allahtan uykusu ağırdır keratanın. Yavaşça girdim, yüz ifadesi değişti, kasıldı. Hareket etmedim, alıştı önce, 4-5 aylık aradan sonra kocasınınkinden çok daha iri bir penisi alması hemde bu ortamda basit değildi. Acelem yoktu ve teyzem yavaş sexi seviyordu. Hızlı olunca sikişiyor, yavaş olunca sevişiyormuşuz ona göre:)Girip çıkıyorum ustaca, Allah YATAŞ’dan razı olsun yatak 1 kere gıcırdamadı. Yoksa mahvolmuştuk. Teyzem göğüslerine dokunmamı istedi, girip çıkarken göğüslerini yalamaya başladım.İkimizde uçmuşken benim birader sağlam şekilde osurdu 🙂 Donduk ikimizde, arkası hala bize dönüktü bekledik biraz sonra ben devam ettim. Aleti yavaşça sonuna kadar sokup çıkarıyordum, gerçekten özlemiştim onu. Gözleri kapalıydı, kesik kesik anlamsız sesler çıkarıyordu. Boşalmam yaklaşmıştı, içinden çıktım yanına uzandım vakit kaybetmeden hemen üstüme çıktı eliyle penisimi vajinasına yerleştirdi ve “kendin pişir kendin ye” mantığı ile penisimin üzerine oturup kalkmaya kalçalarını oynatarak penisimi içerde hareket ettirmeye başladı. Aletim biraz acıyordu ama çok zevk alıyordum, ellerimizİ kenetlemiştik yavaş davranıyordu. Sessiz olması için yavaş olmalıydı zaten. Boşalmak üzereydim, içinden çıkmadan tekrar misyoner pozisyonuna getirdim ve biraz hızlanarak girip çıkmaya başladım geliyordum biraz daha hızlandım o eliyle ağzını kapatmıştı bu sahneyi daha öncede yaşamıştık. (part 3 de anlatabilirim) Yatakta duran iç çamaşarını aldım elime, hala girip çıkıyordum tam boşalıcakken içinden çıkıp çamaşıra boşaldım. xHamster – xAuthorİkimizde rahatlamıştık, hele ben o tramvaydan beri bu anı bekliyordum. Oda mutluydu koluma uzandı çıplaktı halen yorganın altına girdik.-Mutlu oldunmu şimdi-çok-ya uyansalardı-uyanmadılar-söz vermiştin bana aptalca davranmıycaktın ben sana sonra dedim-dudakların tersini söyledi amaKüçük öpücükler verdi bana. Sonra ayağa kalktı iç çamaşırını katladı pijamasını giydi ve kulağıma “teşekkür ederim sevgilim” diyip gitti.Sabah uyandım, kahvaltı sofrasında yüzü gülüyordu haliyle benimde. Gece ikimizede iyi gelmişti belliydi. O gün tekrar gezme kararı aldık. Teyzemi Bakırköy – Marmara Forum – Forum İstanbul a götürdüm gezdik, ikeaya filan gittik yemek yedik bayaaaaa da yorulduk. Annemler eski bir komşumuza ziyarete gittiler ve o gece 10 11 e kadar ev boştu. Bunuda annem geç bildirdi bana yoksa bu kadar oyalanmazdım dışarda 🙂 Eve gelirken bizim ordaki caddedeki kuruyemişçiye uğradık akşam için birşey alıcaktık ve dün beyazıtta-tramvayda gördüğüm kızı tekrar gördüm. Allah var çok tatlı kızdı, oda beni hatırlamış olucakki gülümsedi. Teyzem bunu görünce suratı asıldı, teyzemin çook sevdiği kabak çekirdeğini, fındığı fıstığı aldık eve gidiyoruz. O önden yürüyor sinirli şekilde. Eve girdik ağzını bile açmadan pardesüsünü çıkardı salona geçti. Odaya girip “ne oldu” dedim yüzüme bakmadan benim odama gitti arkasından gidip “ne oldu yine yahu” dedim yanındaydım arkasını dönüp öyle bir tokat attıki yüzüme, “gece beni sikip sabah başka kadınlara bakamazsın” dedi, 6-7 yıldır annemden bile tokat yememiştim afalladım birden ve cidden iyi vurmuştu.Konuşması aynen şu şekilde devam etti;”Oruspunmuyum lan ben senin, seni sevdim aşık oldum diye yatağına giriyorum. Nikahlı kocamla bile ayda bir mecbur yatıyorum seni sevdiğim için. Ben yokmuşum gibi davranma yeter bıktım artık”. Haklıydı ama o an yanağımdaki sızı ile onun haklı olduğunu düşünemiyordum. Aklımda tek geçen şey “onu öyle bi sikmeliyimki bu tokatın acısını alıyım” dı. Gerçekten ilk defa onun canını yakmak istemiştim. Dün gecede kesmemişti beni hala açtım 🙂 xHamster – xAuthorÖzür dilerim diyerek dudağını öpmek istedim geri çekildi.-Git o bacaksızı öp (kız teyzemden kısa)-Kıskandınmı beni-Emir git sinirim geçene kadar gelme yanıma-Özür dilerim ben kıskandırmak için bakmıştım-Bitti artık, beni kullanmana daha fazla katlanamam.-Seni seviyorum (bu esnada romeolukta master yaparak durumu kurtarmaya çalışıyorum)Karşı koyamadı, çok sinirliydi ama dudaklarıma yenik düşmüştü. Öpüşerek yatağa yatırdım, yavaşça soymaya başladım aklımdan tek geçen onu çok sert şekilde becermekti yanağım hala acıyordu ve yanağımdaki parmak izlerinin varlığını hissedebiliyordum. Yanağım acıdıkça ben sert davranıyordum sertçe iç çamaşırını çıkardım amını sert bir şekilde yalamaya başladım. Biraz rahatsız oldu kızdığımı ve canını yakıcağımı anlamıştı ama artık çok geçti-Aşkım yavaşPantolonumu çıkardım ve oyalanmadan direk köküne kadar teyzemin vajinasına soktum. Aniden girmiştim ve canı yanmıştı.-EmirrrO güne kadar hiç olmadığım şekilde sert olmak istiyordum. Hızlıca girip çıkmaya başladım gerçekten hızlıydım, hayalarımın tenine vurduğunda çıkardığı ses tüm zonguldak escort odada yankılanıyordu.-Emir durUmrumda değilde canını yaktığımı biliyordum ve daha fazla yakmak istiyordum aklıma götü geldi. O kalçalara tapıyordum ama anal sex bana pis geldiği için o güne dek ilgi duymamıştım. Ama sırf canını yakmak için şimdi yapmak istiyordum. Ama oda hiç yapmamıştı ve muhtemelen istemiyecekti. Elimde deliğinin çevresine dokunmaya masaj yapmaya başladım. Bu esnada halen hızlıca girip çıkıyordum. Teyzem özgürce inliyordu, dün geceki gibi kısıtlamıyordu kendini.Niyetimi anlamıştı-Ordan olmaz. Ah emir yavaş. orama olmaz-nedenmiş-oraya girmez çok kalın-ben sokarım-olmaz dedimBu emir verir tavırları hoşuma gitmiyordu 3.5 yıldır birlikteydik bana karşı ilk defa bu şekilde emir verir gibi konuşuyordu. Ona patronun kim olduğunu göstermem lazımdı 🙂 “olmaz dedim” den sonra vajinadan çıktım, elime ve teyzemin göt deliğine tükürdüm. Sikimi sıvazladım ıslak haldeydi. Teyzem gönüllü değildi ama kızdığımın farkında olduğu için korkmuştu birşey demiyordu. Ben Sikimi dayadım deliğine. İttirdim girmiyordu, biraz bastırarak denedim teyzem irkildi ama birşey demedi. Yanağım hala ve hala sızlıyordu o sızladıkça benim sinirim artıyordu. GÜçlü şekilde ittirince kafasının bir kısmı içine giri ve teyzem altımdan kaçmak istedi. xHamster – xAuthor-Aşkım yapma girmez arkama-Giricem-Emir lütfen dedimİtmeye çalıştım ama delik çok dardı ve benim penisim normalden kalın bir penisti (25 cm damarlı değil ne yazıkki :/ ) Kan ter içinde kalmıştım. Deliği çok sıkıydı penisim hareket edemiyordu. Çıkardım tekrar tükürüp denedim ama olmadı girmiyordu. Teyzemin canıda yeteri kadar yanmıştı kızarmıştı ben arkadan zorlarken. Başarısızlık sinirimi tekrar zıplatmıştı ve vajinaya tekrar sert girdim, hızlı şekilde girip çıkıyordum teyzem kafasını yastığa gömmüştü elleriyle çarşafı sıkmış kendinden geçmiş bir halde işimin bitmesini bekliyordu. İçine boşaldım, ve banyoya gittim.Penisimi yıkıyordum, arkamdan geldi;-Aldınmı tokatın acısını-Alamadım-Sen canımı o kadar çok yakıyorsunki ilgisizliğinle o tokat ödül sana-iyi-Hiç sevmedinmi beni-Seni seviyorum-Az önce sevdiğin kadına zorla sahip oldun.-Sinirliydim, hem zorla olmadı.-Arkamdan olmaz dedim dinlemedin Emir-Sinirliydim özür dilerim.Banyoda çıktım yatağa gittim uzandım ikimizde çıplaktık. Odaya girdi;-Sinirlenince insan herşeyi yapabiliyormuş yani bende Sana sinirlendim işte-Canım yanmıştı özür dilerim. Uzatma lütfen.Yatağa oturdu, Eliyle penisimi sıvazlıyordu birkaç dakika bu şekilde devam etti-Sinirin geçtimi-Seninki-Evet-Benimk**eKalkıp penisimin üzerine oturdu.Tüm hünerini kullanıyordu üzerimde dans ediyordu sanki. Bu şekilde biraz devam ettik sinirim geçmişti ama tam anlamıyla azmıştım. Ayağa kalktım;-Kucağıma gel-Aşkımmmm1.75 lik kadındı Ağır değildi Allahtan, kucağıma aldım kucağımdayken içine girdim. O pozisyon pornolarda görüldüğü kadar basit değil gerçekten güç gerekiyor ve ayarlayamazsanız aletiniz sıklıkla delikten çıkıyor. Biraz devam ettim ama çok yoruyordu, tekrar yatağa yatırdım teyzem mest olmuştu.-Emir yavaş yap sevgilim lütfenYüz üstu uzanıyordu ayaklarını birleştirdim üstüne çıktım vajinasına girdim. Misyonere göre bu ona daha çok zevk veriyordu biliyordum, girip çıkıyordum onun istediği gibi yavaşça, hissederek. Hızlanıp tekrar yavaşlıyor onu zevkten zevke sokuyordum. Dışarda kar yağarken ikimizde terlemiştik. Hızlandım, boşalmamak için kendimi tutuyordum o esnada teyzem “aşkım geliyorum” dedi. Dahada hızlandım ve içine boşaldım. xHamster – xAuthorHala içindeydim omuzlarını, ensesini öpüyordum. İçinden çıktım ve Beraber duşa geçtik, birbirimizi yıkadık öpüştük.-Seni o kadar çok özlemiştimki-BendeDuştan çıktık ve giyindik, salona geçtik kucağıma oturdu 15 20 dakika yüz yüze bakarak konuştuk. Bana karşı hissettiklerinin gerçek olduğunu, beni kıskandığını, aramadığım zamanlar sevgimden şüphe ettiğini söyledi. Örnek diyalog;-Karım gibi davranma teyze lütfen bunalıyorum-Ben seni bunaltmak istemiyorum Emir-Bunalıyorum ama-Sevmediğin için-Anla artık seviyorum seni seeeviiiyooorum.-Karın olmamı istemezmiydin-İsterdim tabi-Eskisi kadar mutlu edemiyormuyum seni-Hayır seninle olmaktan çok keyf alıyorum.-Emir ben 45 yaşındayım 20 lik kızlarla yarışamam ama şunu bil bu dünyada seni hiçbir kadın benim kadar sevip arzulayamaz. Seni seviyorum, benim için çok değerlisin.-Çok şanslıyım.Artık net olan birşey vardı teyzem beni tam anlamıyla erkeği-kocası olarak görüyordu. Seviyor kıskanıyordu. Ya buna alışıcaktım yada artık beraber olmayacaktık. Onun gibi bir kadını bırakamam. Sıradan bir kadın değil çünkü, sevgilimlede yattım, bir hayat kadınıylada yattım ama teyzemden aldığım hazzı başka kadından alamıyorum. Çünkü o yatakta benide mutlu etmek istiyor. Konuşmaları davranışlarıyla beni değerli hissettiriyor. Böyle bir kadına kim tapmazki :)10 gün kaldı istanbulda bu iki sevişmemizden sonra 2 defa daha seviştik. Ve tekrar memlekete gitti. Şimdiden özledim onu. Sanırım artık bende ona ait hissediyorum kendimi.not: fotoğraf çek demesi kolay arkadaşlar ama uygulamada o şekilde olmuyor. Hatun kişi kıllanıyor neden çekiyorsun diye. Kadına xhamstera uplıyacammı diyelim. Hatıra kalsın riskini kaldırmayacak bir ilişki bizimkisi. Eskortlara “yüzünü kapat resim çekicem”, saf varoş kızlara “hatıra kalsın” diyebilirsiniz ama ben teyzeme resim-video çekmek için bir neden bulabilemem. xHamster – xAuthor

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The stars twinkled above her as she sat listening to the silence. It was a nice night. The air still a bit damp from the afternoon thunderstorm but a fresh breeze blowing over her scantily clad body. She watched the shadows pass over her pale legs as a cloud moved across the full moon. Her fingers reached to the hem of her green satin nighty as it ruffled up exposing the matching panties underneath. When she pulled the nighty down, her thumb brushed her tightly clad mound, tracing the lips of her pussy beneath. She sighed…missing him. Thinking of the nights they had spent there…listening to the water against the pier. The kisses they had shared…the passion. She shifted on the deck chair, stretching out her legs, her arms raised above her head holding the back of the chair, back arched in the moonlight.

Feeling the rough wood against her skin brought back more memories. One hand released…sliding over the spaghetti strap on her shoulder to her breast, that same thumb circling her nipple, feeling it stiffen as she rubbed it relentlessly. Her hips moved almost imperceptibly…causing her panties to pull up between her lips…the tautness exquisite against her aching need. A small moan escaped her as she fingered the lace resting on the rise of her breast…pulling it back to expose herself…nipple erect and responding to the cool breeze. urfa escort She watched as her hand cupped her breast, thumb and forefinger moving to the dark pink nipple, squeezing gently at first. As her grip tightened she moved her hips again, her panties pulling against her sweetness, the lace cord in the back now between her ass cheeks. The heat began to grow as her breast swelled under her hand, her fingers twisting and pulling her nipple away from her body. Her back arched more as she remembered his teeth against her skin…how he would bite her nipple while looking up into her eyes…enjoying the barely restrained pleasure he saw there.

She whimpered softly as she released the back of her chair, her other hand traveling down her body, slowing only briefly to tweak her other nipple before moving to her belly. She stroked the soft green material from her belly to the top of her sweet treasure…feeling the want, the need, building inside her. Her other hand continued at her breast…now pressing its fullness in her palm as her two fingers continued to pinch, pull and twist her nipple. Her legs parted as she pulled her feet together, her knees bent and splayed open. The breeze whispered across her pussy, the exposed lips tingling on either side of the green satin pushed between them. The hand on her belly traveled sivas escort lower, following the material, her finger slipping between her lips, pushing the cloth up further between as her hand moved back up. The heat was already intense as she slid her finger back down, pushing harder into her pussy, searching for her wetness. Her hips began to pump as she teased herself, the material only allowing her finger entry to a certain point. The lace cord pulling between her cheeks caused a delicious friction that made her sigh.

The hand at her breast moved to the other nipple attacking it with even more fervor than the first. Her breath had become short, ragged in her arousal. She needed release…she knew this. If only he were here. But he wasn’t and he wouldn’t be….no matter how hard she wished it. The finger at her pussy tucked underneath the edge of her panties, pulling the material from between the now swollen lips. The cloth, soaked now with her juices, felt delicious as she moved it to the side. Her index finger teased against her slit as her thumb pushed against her clit. The fingers on her other hand spread across her chest, pushing her breasts up, her tongue flicking out against one of her nipples. She pushed up harder, catching a nipple between her teeth as her index finger finally pushed into her wet tunnel. tekirdağ escort The moan escaping her was deep…filled with insistent need. She worked a second finger into her dripping pussy as her red tipped thumbnail began to scrape across her pulsing clit…just the way he would do with his teeth. Her hips began to pump in earnest as she released her nipple…looking at the glistening tip, running her thumb over it and gasping at its sensitivity. Her legs opened wider as a third finger made its way into her tightness, spreading her, the wetness dampening her hand as she pushed deeper…harder…panting as she felt all the pent-up tension building inside her. Her hand moved faster, her hips rising up to meet it, her pinky sliding back, tracing the green lace cord rubbing against her ass.

The rough surface of the wooden chair against her skin intensified all of her other senses…the cool air over her throbbing nipple, her thumbnail torturing her clit and the three fingers buried deep inside her…pumping faster and faster. Her breath began to catch as she felt her climax near the surface. Her eyes closed and her teeth caught her bottom lip as her pussy began to convulse…tightening around her fingers. Her body began to quiver…fresh sweet juices released…flooding into her hand, down her wrist. Her legs stiffened as her orgasm took her to its crest. She began to tremble as the wave subsided, feeling the fingers slip from inside her as her pussy continued to squeeze them.

Breathing hard, her wet hand resting against her damp thigh, she opened her eyes. The stars still twinkled above her…and she still missed him.

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I frowned at the dressing room mirror. The skirt I was trying on was cute, but I couldn’t tell if it was too short or just short enough. I snapped several photos to send to my friend for her opinion. Unfortunately, I wasn’t really paying attention and accidentally sent them to the last person I was texting, a cute guy I’d met at the gym yesterday.

Shit! I frantically sent him another message:

> “omg wrong number sorry!!”

I tried to suppress a groan of frustration. I liked this guy. He was tall, knew how to flirt without being creepy, and was funny without trying too hard. It felt like we were clicking, but there was no way this didn’t make me look like a stalker. Who sends a shot of their ass to a guy this quickly?

I flipped back through the pics I’d sent. Uuuuugh, they weren’t even cute. My face was scrunched up because I wasn’t sure about the skirt and my hair was terrible and ugh fuck fuck fuck. I scowled and dropped my phone in my bag.

A moment later, my phone buzzed. I picked it back up, dreading the inevitable dick pic. I was already preparing to block his number and write him off forever.

Huh. This was interesting.

He’d responded with a matching selfie, snapped in a hallway mirror. There was a road bike leaning against the wall behind him, and he was wearing those goofy shoes that clip onto the pedals. It looked like he’d just come back from a ride. He was sticking his butt out in a comically exaggerated version of my pose. I had to admit, his ass looked great in bike shorts.

I was still grinning a second later when my phone buzzed again as he sent a text:

> “oops meant to send that to someone else sorry”

Ha! All my frustration instantly melted away. So he wanted to play, huh?

Quickly I pulled off my top, dropped the skirt to the floor and shimmied my way into a dress I was considering for clubbing. It was black, covered in sequins, and *very* low cut. I squeezed my arms to press my breasts together and snapped a shot of my cleavage. Then I didn’t like that one, so I changed the angle. After a few more tries I had something I was happy with, and I sent it his way.

I waited a beat before sending the followup text:

> “ack wrong number again sorry sorry”

I was changing back into my clothes a few minutes later, after deciding to buy the dress but not the skirt, when my phone buzzed. Eagerly, I pulled up his next message and grinned at the photo he’d sent.

He was standing in a bathroom now, taking a photo of his reflection in the mirror. He’d hooked his thumb under the hem of his shirt and tugged it up to reveal his flat stomach. A dark trail of hair started at his navel and disappeared under the waistband of his shorts. I imagined my fingers tracing that path.

My phone buzzed a moment later. His text mirrored mine:

> “oh no how does this keep happening”

Oh, I liked this rize escort boy.

I picked up my bag and the club dress and headed to the counter. I finished my shopping and drove home, smiling every time I thought of his messages. I ate dinner and chatted with my roommate, thinking about what to send him.

I took the next photo in the bathroom mirror, over my shoulder. I’d just gotten out of the shower and was only wearing a towel. My hair was clipped up, but a few strands hung down my neck. I’d carefully allowed my towel to fall open, exposing my bare back and teasing my ass.

After sending the pic, I counted to ten and wrote:

> “ugh my phone might be broken”

I had just finished putting lotion on when he responded. It was worth the wait. He’d put some effort into framing the shot. He was standing in the shower, the curtain open, facing away from me. His hands were scrubbing his hair, and the water was running down his back and cascading over his butt. I appreciated the work involved. He must have set a timer before jumping in the shower.

The text came a moment later:

> “mine too so embarrassing”

I sent him a close-up photo of me biting my lower lip.

> “wish I knew why this was happening”

His reply came equally quickly. A matching photo of him biting his lower lip. I imagined how his stubble would feel against my neck.

> “I know, so arousing”

I raised my eyebrow at this escalation. But before I had a chance to wonder if he didn’t understand the rules of our game as well as I’d thought, he texted again:

> “sorry that was supposed to say ‘annoying’. ducking autocorrect!”

I laughed and decided to make him wait for a bit. It was over an hour before I texted him again.

I was laying in bed watching a late-night show. I took the photo looking down my body towards my crossed legs. My toes were painted and looked cute, but I doubt he’d notice that. I’d carefully framed the shot so he could just get a peek of pink underwear below the hem of my cami.

> “I restarted my phone, but it just keeps doing this”

He responded a few minutes later with a similar shot. Instead of watching TV, there was a laptop sitting on the bed next to him. His thighs were slightly spread, and he had a thumb hooked in the waistband of his boxers. The thin fabric did little to disguise the outline of his bulge.

Once again I imagined following the trail of hair from his navel downward… I was distracted from this train of thought by his text:

> “maybe you should let someone look at it”

It took me a moment to realize he was still talking about my phone.

I smiled, his words giving me the idea for my next photo. I sat up and pulled down one strap of my cami, just far enough to reveal the dark skin of my nipple. I teased it, caressing and gently pulling until a shiver rolled down sakarya escort my spine. I gasped and felt my nipple stiffen under my fingers.

Grinning, I framed the photo of my torso, one breast exposed, a crooked smile on my lips. I sent the shot to him, followed a moment later by:

> “it keeps falling out of the case”

I didn’t have to wait long for a reply. He sent a similarly framed shot but angled lower. His stomach muscles were tense, and one hand was reaching under the waistband of his boxers to grip his cock. The tip of his erection strained against his underwear.

I felt a growing heat in my abdomen and continued to squeeze my breast while I waited for the message. When it came, I actually gasped.

> “I don’t use a case. I keep a tight grip to make it hard”

And then laughed at the immediate follow-up:

> “…er to drop”

I stretched, enjoying the pressure from squeezing my thighs together. After a moment, I set up my next photo. It wasn’t subtle, but neither was the increasing desire I felt.

I spread my legs and took a photo of the pink fabric pulled taut over my lips. There was a noticeable wet spot. I felt deliciously naughty as I sent it to him.

> “might have gotten wet”

I waited a beat, and then followed up with:

> “the phone I mean”

He didn’t respond for a few minutes. I squirmed as I imagined his reaction. I thought about his hand wrapped around his cock as he saw how wet he was making me. I wondered what the next photo would be.

He surprised me by sending a voice memo instead. Intrigued, I pressed play and listened to the short audio clip. Then I smiled and played it again. I could hear skin rubbing against skin. The sound of his breathing, ragged and heavy, as though he was working hard.

> “maybe I gripped too tight? I tried to record some pushups for my trainer but it’s just audio. weird.”

This guy. I bit my lip as I set it to play repeatedly, knowing he was stroking his cock and staring at photos of me. My hand drifted between my thighs, pressing firmly against my lips, which felt puffy and slick with arousal. His breathing was urgent in my ear as I pulled my underwear to one side. My fingers slipped easily over and between my lips. My back arched as I pushed one and then two inside.

I let my fingers fill me for a minute, but I wanted more. I dropped my phone and rolled over. I could still faintly hear him as I opened my nightstand drawer and rummaged for my vibrator. When my hand closed around the familiar shape, I moved back to the center of the bed.

I lay still for a moment, slowing my breathing before I set up my next shot. I pulled my panties down my hips just enough to show my trimmed bush and let him see the vibrator I was pressing against my clit. Even on the lowest setting, it took me a few tries to get the photo samsun escort right, because it felt so good.

One-handed, I typed:

> “sorry I didn’t respond right away I left it on vibrate”

Then I dropped the phone on my pillow. The rumbling between my legs seemed to radiate outward, waves of pleasure rolling over my body. I was just fumbling with the button to increase the intensity when he sent his next message.

I squeezed my thighs together, holding the vibe in place. Eagerly, I grabbed my phone to find a shot of his hand wrapped around the base of his shaft. His cock stood proudly, the head swollen and dark. I gasped when I saw the mouthwatering drop of precum glistening on the tip.

> “it’s cool I’ve kinda got my hands full”

Yeah, I’ll bet you do. I hesitated for a moment, but at this point, I had a rather urgent need to see this through. Carefully, I propped my phone on my nightstand and switched to video. Kneeling on the bed, the camera covered my entire body, from my thighs to my chest.

I pressed record and took hold of my vibrator again. It didn’t take long for the intensity to climb, the pressure building inside. I was squirming, one hand squeezing my tit as I gasped in pleasure. I imagined him stroking his cock right in front to me.

I turned up the intensity again and moaned long and low. I found myself talking to him, telling him what I wanted. I wanted to lick that pearl of precum. I wanted to feel his cock in my mouth as my orgasm approached. I begged him to cum for me, to cum *with* me. My pussy blossomed and fluttered as wave after wave of pleasure rolled over me.

After I caught my breath, I stopped the recording and sent it to him before I had a chance to overthink it. The text just said:

> “oh no don’t watch this”

I lay on the bed for a long time, feeling supremely comfortable in that post-climax glow. I was starting to get sleepy when my phone vibrated again. Biting my lip, I picked it up to see what he’d sent.

The message read simply:

> “don’t worry I didn’t”

There was a video attached. I watched, fascinated, as the camera centered on his cock, and he began stroking it rapidly. He looked hard as steel, and I watched as his head swelled and then erupted. He continued stroking as rope after rope of thick cum shot onto his belly.

But what really did it for me was that he was groaning my name the whole time.

I felt my arousal growing again as I watched the video several times in a row. Knowing that he was doing this just for me, that I had done this to him with my own video, was indescribably hot.

I sent him another text:

> “Seems like you know a lot about …phones. Wanna meet soon and see if we can help each other?”

He responded quickly:

> “Sounds good. Maybe my place? I don’t have roommates so you can switch your phone off vibrate and it won’t matter how loud your ringtone is.”

I squeezed my thighs together with excitement at that idea.

> “Okay, but only if you take my case off and show me that firm grip.”

My phone buzzed again a minute later with his reply, but I didn’t notice because I’d turned my vibrator back on.

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Allison woke to the sound of her alarm buzzing in her ear. She rolled over and turned it off, squinting to make out the time. 5:45 am…why so early? And then she remembered…today was her “play” day. She planned to have as many orgasms as possible throughout the day…starting right now. Just thinking about all the nasty things she planned to do today was getting her excited.

She grabbed her remote and turned on the TV and VCR, where she’d left one of her favorite dirty movies. As she watched the girl on screen being forced to perform various sexual acts, Allison caressed her 18-year-old body. At 5’3″, with long brown hair, sultry green eyes, pouty red lips and a perfect tan, she was a knockout. Her 34-C breasts, tiny waist, and full hips had every guy at her high school dreaming about her. Wouldn’t they die if they could see her now…

She massaged her breasts for a moment before licking both of her thumbs and forefingers, and then rolled her nipples between them. Almost immediately, she was dripping wet. After a moment, her hands started to slide down her body. She caressed her flat stomach, her hips, her silky thighs. And when se could wait no longer, she touched her pussy. Although she was always unusually wet, she was surprised by the amounts of liquid leaking from between her lips. She teased the outer areas, carefully avoiding her clit. She ten slid first one, then two fingers into her tight hole. She slowly finger-fucked her teenage cunt, her legs spread wide apart, knees in the air. She began to rub her clit with her other hand, almost unable to keep from screaming at the shockingly wonderful sensations she was feeling. She had shaved her entire pussy for the very first time the night before, and she couldn’t believe how incredibly everything felt. She was wetter, more sensitive…she couldn’t get enough. She added a third finger to her hole, enjoying the fuller sensation. She stopped for a moment and lubricated her left forefinger, and then slid it down to her tight little asshole. She rubbed her juices around the outside, and then slid the finger slowly in. She resumed finger-fucking herself, both in her cunt and her ass.

It felt sooo good…but it wasn’t enough. She reached under her bed and grabbed her toy box. First, she selected a slender anal dildo. Rubbing some more of her dripping liquids on it, she slid it slowly past her sphincter muscle until it would go no further. The she pulled out a tiny vibrator that strapped to her clit. She put it on, but didn’t flip the switch. Then she pulled out her favorite toy…a large, realistic dildo with a suction cup on the end. She moved off the bed and onto the hardwood floor, where she licked the suction cup and placed it securely beside her. She got up on her knees and positioned herself above the huge head of the dildo. Slowly, teasing herself, she eased down until the entire 11 inches of the fake cock were inside her. She sat for a moment, loving the sensation of being filled up. And then she mersin escort began to move…slowly at first, and then faster as her excitement built. Her juices were now thickly coating the fake cock and had made a small puddle on the floor. She could feel the larger dildo rubbing against the smaller one in her ass. Allison caught sight of herself in the mirror and grew even more excited…she looked so nasty, so dirty…a perfect little schoolgirl slut. She could feel her orgasm beginning, and she switched on the clit vibrator. Instantly, an orgasm wracked her body. She rode the huge cock hard and fast, biting her lips to keep from crying out. In moments, she had an earth-shattering climax, and fell, exhausted, to the floor.

When she could move again, Allison began to clean up. She unstrapped the vibrator and placed it back in the box. She began to remove the anal dildo, but decided to leave it on for school. She unstuck the dildo from the floor and licked her juices off of it. At the last minute, she noticed the puddle she’d left on the floor. Without thinking, she bent over and licked it all up. Mmmmm…she loved her own taste.

She went into the bathroom and got ready for school, putting on her little skirt and white blouse. She grinned wickedly as she put on her panties…although they looked ordinary from the outside, they had a secret. Inside the panties was a small vibrator, meant to be inserted into the pussy. It was activated by a remote control, which she slipped into her backpack. She ran down to catch the bus, kissing her mother and stepfather on her way out the door. Her stepfather looked after her suspiciously…he could smell pussy juice on her hands.

Her first three classes were boring, and she only got through them by teasing herself with the vibrating panties. Since the toy was inside her, it couldn’t be heard by her classmates, and she got a secret thrill imagining what they would think if they knew. Each time she brought herself close to orgasm, she switched off the vibrator. By fourth period, she thought she would die if she didn’t come, so she told her teacher she needed to go to the nurse. As soon as she was released, she went straight to the bathroom. Without checking to see if it was empty, she locked the door and dropped her panties to the floor. Her fingers went immediately to her pussy, rubbing furiously. She stopped and went over to the row of sinks. She unbuttoned her shirt and took off her bra, watching herself in the mirror as she played with her breasts. Then Allison put one foot up on the sink, so she had a perfect view of her soaked cunt. She watched with lust-glazed eyes as her fingers fucked her tight little hole. She began to move the anal dildo in and out in time with her fingers. It felt so good…but she needed something hard inside her…

Her eyes roamed the bathroom, searching for something that would do. Her gaze settled on the wooden handle of the toilet plunger. Under normal muğla escort circumstances, this would have disgusted her, but right now she was too horny to care. She grabbed the plunger and slid the smooth wooden handle deep inside her throbbing cunt. Her body tensed in pleasure…it felt wonderful to have something firm inside her. She closed her eyes and stroked the handle in and out, reveling in the pleasure she felt.

“Wouldn’t you like something a little thicker than that to fill your pussy?” she heard a deep voice ask. Her eyes flew open wide in shock, and she saw Ray, the school janitor, standing in front of her. He was about 28 or so, with dark hair and eyes. She had always found him sexy in a trashy sort of way. ..he was someone a classy girl like her would never dream of fucking. But her eyes traveled down to his crotch, where his erection was quite obvious under his coveralls.

“I’ll give you a choice…either I get to fuck that little rich girl pussy, or I give the principal this videotape I have of you screwing yourself with a toilet plunger. What do you think?”

She thought she’d have fucked him anyway, but the threat made it even better. “I’ll fuck you…please don’t give him that tape! You can fuck me all you want, just don’t give him that video!”

He moved in front of her. “Pull that stick out of your cunt.” She obeyed. “Now lick yourself off of it.” Again, she obeyed. Suddenly, he dropped to his knees and began to lick her pussy. Just as she was about to come, he stopped.

“Nope…this is all about me.” He undid his coveralls, freeing his 8-inch erection. He grabbed her hair and yanked her down to the floor on her knees. Saying nothing, he shoved his cock in her mouth. She began to lick and suck it, loving the way it felt in her mouth. He fucked her face, shoving his dick down her throat. Then he suddenly pulled out of her mouth and told her to get on her hands and knees. Kneeling behind her, Ray fucked her like a dog.

“You like this, don’t you? You like being screwed like the bitch you are, don’t you? You fucking nasty slut.”

“Oh yes, I like it…I deserve being fucked like a dog, like a slut, a trashy horny slut. Oh, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me HARD!”

With those words, they came together, Ray shooting his cum deep inside her pussy. Without another word, they got dressed, and Allison went back to class. Ray went over to the camera he’d set up, still running. Smiling, he took out the tape and stored it in his little office.

Later that afternoon, with only about an hour left of school, Allison was called to the principal’s office. She sat down nervously, looking at Mr. Evans with apprehension. She didn’t like the look on his face.

“Allison, do you know why you’re here?”

“No, Mr. Evans. Why?”

“I found something very disturbing in the janitor’s office. I think you should watch it.” Mr. Evans turned on the TV and VCR in his office. Immediately, she saw nevşehir escort herself masturbating in the bathroom. As she watched in horror, the girl on the screen began to fuck herself with the toilet plunger. Principal Evans let the video play all the way through, and despite her fear, Allison began to get horny again. After the video was over, the principal sat back in his chair, trying to conceal his erection.

“Allison, this deserves serious punishment, don’t you think?”

“Yes sir…I guess I do deserve to be punished.”

“Well, at least we agree. Now come here.” She stood and went around the desk to stand next to him. “Bend over on my lap and lift your skirt.” She looked at him in horror as he pulled a large wooden paddle with a thick round handle from his desk.

“But…but…Mr. Evans, no, please!!!”

“No, Allison. Do as you’re told.” With humiliation, she bent over his lap, feeling like a little girl. She lifted her skirt, revealing her lack of panties. “No underwear…I’m not surprised, from a nasty little schoolgirl whore like you.” Without another word, he picked up the paddle and began to spank her round, firm bottom.

“Oh…oh…ow…oh, it hurts!” she cried. Ignoring her protests, the principal kept spanking her. Despite herself, the spanking was making her even more horny…she felt so naughty…her juices began to run down her thighs. The principal noticed, and began to spank her harder. He stopped for a moment.

“Is that enough, Allison? Are you ready to go back to class?” Just as she began to stand, he touched a finger to her slippery fuck hole, and her knees collapsed. “Or do you want some more?”

“More, more!” she gasped. He stood her up and bent her over the desk. He fingered her with one hand while paddling her with the other. When her ass cheeks were a deep crimson, he stopped. She stayed bent over the desk, exhausted. Suddenly, he slid the thick round handle of the paddle into her hungry pussy. Without thinking, she pushed her hips back against it.

“That’s right…fuck the paddle…take it, fuck yourself with it, I want to watch.” And so she took command…still bent over, she moved the handle rapidly in and out of her snatch.

“Oh yes…yes…oh yes…oh, Mr. Evans, it feels so good…but I want something real inside me…a real man to fuck me!” Not waiting for further pleas, he threw the paddle to the floor and rammed his hard cock into her waiting pussy. He fucked her from behind for a moment before turning her around to sit on the edge of the desk. She braced herself as he fucked her harder than she’d been fucked in a couple of months. “Oh god, Mr. Evans…fuck me! Fuck me! Oh god!” Her orgasm made her shudder violently over and over. When she was finished, the principal pulled out and shot his cum all over her face. She licked it up eagerly, and then began to get dressed.

Mr. Evans sat back in his chair. “Behave now, Allison. And I have to tell you…I’m going to call your stepfather and tell him what went on in the bathroom today. I believe you’ve been warned that if you pull any more of this, you’re going to an all-girls school.” Allison stared at the principal in horror.

“Please…don’t do that!”

“I have to. Sorry…it’ll work out. I promise you…I know just the school to recommend.”

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I’m an RN at a local hospital. This story is an actual event that took place when I was a nineteen year old nursing student doing clinicals at another hospital. The names have been changed because I could loose my job over this.

It was Monday evening, I was in my third week of clinicals, and I was making my rounds to get vitals on the patients. I walked in room 222 and saw a very sexy guy with both arms in a cast that also covered the upper part of his torso. I looked at his chart and learned his name was James Roberts and he was thirty years old.

“Hello Mr. Roberts,” I said smiling, “I’m Jessica. I’m a nursing student doing my clinicals, and if you need anything this evening you just let me know.”

“Hi Jessica, please, call me Jamie.”

“OK, Jamie. What happened? Car wreck?” I asked politely.

“No, just being an idiot, trying to act younger than an old man should act.”

“Aww, come on, you’re not old.”

“I’m too old to be acting like a stuntman on my dirt bike.” He told me.

“I watched some guys jumping a hill, they made it look easy. It was easy the first three or four times, but I shoulda stopped while I was ahead.”

“What happened that last time?” I asked checking his pulse.

“Landed to hard, front forks snapped, that’s really all I remember.”

“Ouch.” I said grimicing.

“I’m not sure if I said that, but I did say a few other words.” he said chuckling.

“If there’s anything you need, just push your button and I’ll come help you.” I said heading for the door. “If not, then I’ll be back in a little while to check on you again.”

“Thanks Jessica.” I heard him say as I left his room to check on the others assigned to my watch.

I checked on everyone again a couple hours later, and around nine thirty that night his call light came on, and I went to his room to see what he needed.

“What can I do for you Mr. Roberts?” I asked walking through the door.

“My wife was going to help me bathe before she left, but I guess we both forgot. I hate to ask for someone to help me but I feel kinda nasty if I don’t bathe.” He said smiling at me. “And Mr. Roberts was my dad, My name’s Jamie.”

“Oops, sorry, kütahya escort Jamie.” I said. “Let me go get a pan and wash rag and soap, and I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

I went to the supply closet down the hall, got the things I needed and told the head RN where I would be.

I got back to room 222, filled the pan with warm water, and set it on the roll around table beside the bed.

“OK Mr., I mean Jamie, I think I’ve got everything together now.”

“You look kinda nervous Jessica, everything OK?” He asked smiling.

“Yes, sorry, I’m just new at this sort of thing.”

“It’s cool.” he said. “You don’t have anything to be nervous about, hell I should be the nervous one.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“I’m the one that’s about to be bathed by a very beautiful young nurse.” He said grinning.

“Aww that’s sweet.” I said, feeling my face turn red. “Thank you.”

I soaped the rag and washed his face, and rinsed the soap off. Next I uncovered his legs and washed them up as far as I could without exposing his genitals and rinsed the rag out again.

“I need to get some fresh water.” I said as I went to the sink and refilled the pan with warm water.

“Now I’m the one that’s about to be embarrassed.” he said as I returned with the fresh water.

“Why are you about to be embarrassed?” I asked, squeezing out the rag and applying some soap.

“Well, there’s only one area left to wash, and it’s kinda, you know, awake right now. I tried to think about something unpleasant, but it didn’t work, so, I want to appologize in advance Jessica.”

“It’s OK, you’re not the only guy in the hospital that’s had it “wake up”.” I said reassuringly. “Besides, they warned us in class that this sort of thing happens. It happens alot from what I’ve heard from the other nurses.”

“Well, can’t blame me for it, you’re just to damned pretty.”

“Thanks again.” I said smiling. “Are you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be, but I’m gonna close my eyes and pretend you’re a really ugly dude.”

I giggled and shook my head as he closed his eyes and I pulled the sheet off, exposing his enormous penis. I gasped manisa escort aloud as it came into plain view, it was at least nine inches long and very thick. I’ve had a few boyfriends and I’ve watched guys online on their webcams, but this was the biggest one I had ever laid my eyes on.

“Is something wrong?” he asked.

That brought me back to my senses and I looked away from it and him.

“No, nothing’s wrong, nothing at all.” I mumbled nervously as I soaped the rag and started washing around it, trying not to look at it.

“I heard you gasp, thought maybe there’s something wrong with me.” he said.

“I’m sorry about that.” I said. “I’m supposed to be profesional, but it just shocked me when I saw how big it is.”

“You are acting very profesional Jessica, I guess I should have warned you or something.”

“Although it is very impressive.” I said looking at it again, feeling my panties start to dampen. “I can honestly say I’ve never touched……..I mean I’ve never seen one that big.”

“Do you want to touch it?” he asked.

“I can’t, I’m not supposed to, I could get kicked out of the nursing class.”

“How are you going to clean it without touching it?”

“Well, I guess I’m not doing my job if I don’t bathe you thouroughly.”

I soaped the rag again and nervously rubbed the rag up the length to the head, feeling him jump a little.

“Why don’t you wash it with out the rag.” He whispered. “It’ll just be between us, I won’t tell a soul Jessica. Besides, you can’t leave me like this, I can’t help myself out right now. Please help me.”

With that said, I put the rag down and soaped my hand real good. I reached down to his hard cock and stopped.

“Please Jessica,” he whispered, “Please, I need to cum really bad.”

I grabbed the massive cock, feeling it’s mass, feeling it throb in my hand. I wrapped my fingers around the base and slowly stroked to the top, feeling the veins in the shaft pulse with his heart beat, feeling my hand slide over the big mushroom shaped head. I heard him quietly moan and felt his cock twitch when my hand slid back off the head and down the length. I picked up the pace, my mardin escort hand slid up and back down, over and over, finding the perfect rythym.

“Oh Jessica,” he moaned. “This feels awesome.”

I smiled and tightened my grip slightly, feeling my pussy tingling and noticing my panties getting damper. I so deperatly wanted to touch myself as I jacked off this sexy, helpless man, but I restrained, knowing it wouldn’t be a very profesional thing to do.

“Oh god.” he panted a couple of minutes later. “I’m….gonna…..cum….soon.”

I tighened my grip on his enormous cock and stroked him even faster. He was moaning with every stroke now, I felt the girth of his cock expand and from past experiences knew it was time. He grunted as I watched the first stream of thick cum erupt from the swollen head of his dick. I kept stroking up and down and thick streams of cum would shoot out on every upstroke. His hot cum was landing on his belly and my arm and the bed and on his legs. When I had milked the last of the cum out of his balls I got the wash rag and cleaned him up, watching his body spasm when I would touch his sensitive cock.

“Jessica, thank you.” he panted, trying to catch his breath. “That was the best hand job I have ever recieved.”

“Aww, you’re just saying that.” I smiled.

“No, I’m serious, you are very talented.”

“Well, I’ve had plenty of practice.” I told him as I was dumping the pan of water in the sink.

“Really? I’d love to hear about that.”

“Maybe later.” I told him. “Right now I’ve got to check on a few patients.”

“Jessica, again, I want to thank you, it really was wonderful.”

“You’re welcome Jamie, just please don’t tell a soul.” I begged.

“I give you my word that I will never tell anyone.”

“I trust you. Goodnight.”

I left his room and went straight to the restroom in the nurses lounge and took off my soaked panties and fingered myself to a very quick, but very satisfying orgasm. I dropped the panties into my purse, and finished my shift as if nothing had happened, but I still couldn’t get his cock out of my mind. Unfortunately that was the last time I saw Jamie, as he was released from the hospital the next day, before my shift started.

I won’t tell you that was the only time I helped a sexy patient, but that first time was the most memorable. Who knows, if you like this story well enough, maybe I’ll write about some of the others, you all can let me know what you think.

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I can see it very clearly in my head. I can see you at the dinner party, smiling, a drink in your hand when you see her, sitting alone at the bar. I can see the smile that brightens just a little more as you walk up behind her, noticing and appreciating her curves so well detailed by her dress.

I can see you lean in beside her, close enough to demand her attention, invading her space and knowing it. I can see her turn to look at you; I can see her eyes look you up and down. I can see her smile back at you, meeting your eyes.

“You don’t know me,” you say, “But I just want to thank you, for looking and dressing like a woman.” With that, you turn, and walk away, leaving her wondering, smiling after you. You turn and catch her eyes, catch her smiling at you.

I don’t have to be there by her to know she’s breathing a little more quickly. I don’t have to be there to know her pulse is elevated. I don’t have to be there to know that her pussy is wet as she considers you, as you walk away from her.

I don’t have to kahramanmaraş escort be there, because you’ve said things not half as charming as that to me, and I can feel the warm wet feeling spread through my pussy, soaking my panties. I can feel the way her skin tingles just a little. I can feel her legs turn to jelly when she tries to walk. I can feel the desire that pulses through her body.

Just hearing you telling me about the encounter has me shifting uncomfortably in my chair. I move more, rubbing my legs together, enjoying the friction against my clit. Wanting more so badly. Wanting the feel of your body against mine.

As I listen to you give me more details of the encounter in my ear, I lean back on my couch, and unbuttoning my pants, I slide my hand into my panties. I can feel how wet and slick my pussy already is. In my head, I fantasize that it is you, lightly tracing a finger across my wet lips, moving up and down, teasing me, making me beg for more.

I want you kastamonu escort there, sliding your dick in my pussy, filling me so nicely. Instead, I go back to imagining it is your fingers that have dipped into my pussy, pushing in to rub lightly against the walls, feeling them contract, trying to hold your fingers here, and wanting more at the same time. I imagine your fingers moving up to my clit now, rubbing slow circles around and around, just barely touching me, making me squirm.

I can see that same confident smile that I know you gave her, I can see it in my head as you are able to make me want you so effortlessly. I groan out loud as I feel your thumb press hard against my clit, then your fingers moving so quickly across it, I push against you. The constant stimulation has me arching my back, biting my lip, and then panting my way through an orgasm.

“Please,” I beg in between pants as I lay here on my couch, feeling good as the orgasm electrified my system, but far from satisfied.

“Please kayseri escort what?” you ask me.

“Please, fuck me.”

I hear you laugh in my ear. “That would be hard to do from this far away, besides, it sounds like you did a pretty good job of that yourself.”

“Not nearly good enough. I want you to fuck me. I want your dick fucking my pussy, hard. I want to feel you inside of me as I ride your dick and feel your fingers on my clit until I cum so hard I scream. I want you to fuck my ass. I want…”

Before I could continue, you stop me. “Me too, and I will. Soon.”

“Not soon enough,” I sigh as I bring my hand up so I can lick my juices off my fingers, only to move them back down to my pussy, wanting another orgasm to ease the frustration of having you only on the phone, not here with me.

“No, not soon enough, but I have to go, I have work to do.”

I whine my reluctance, knowing it only prolongs the inevitable. Knowing you have to go, and that I too have things that need my attention. Petulance does me little good, either in keeping you on the phone or in making myself feel any better, so I give it up quickly and change tactics. “Busy tomorrow afternoon?”

“I don’t know, I’ll try to make it work though.”

“Good, you do that,” and now I’m smiling as I hit the END button on my phone.

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I get up off the train. Smoothing my black dress as it clings to my tights. My leather ankle boots clink as I step along the platform. My laptop bag slung over my shoulder and my coffee in hand. I walk through the barriers and out onto the street. The wind whips my hair around my face. I spy the hotel and cross the road, the busy sounds of London surrounding me. People rushing to work. The hotel looks grand as I walk in the revolving doors my foot steps echo through the hall. I’m early. I walk over to reception, giving the man my name. He hands me my name tag and lanyard. I slip it over my neck and flick my hair back. As I turn to walk away he tells me to stop. My name rings a bell. He disappears behind the doors and comes back, a small box in hand.

“This was left for you last night”.

Curious I take the box, my name written across the top. Suddenly my heart skips a beat. I notice the initials in the corner. It’s from him.

I walk to the side and sit on the huge, velvet armchair. I slide my fingers over the box. It’s smaller than a shoe box, taped shut. I gently pull the tape off. My throat feels dry and I lick my lips. I cross my legs. I tuck my hair behind my ear. I gently lift the lid. I can see two packages inside. Labeled morning and afternoon. There’s a hand written note.

“open me in private”.

I put the lid back on and look out across the hallway. No ones looking at me. My face feels flushed. I stand up and cast my eyes across the room. I spy the sign for the ladies room pointing up stairs. I check my watch. I’m early . I have time for whatever he’s given me.

I open the door and walk in slowly, gently nudging each door to see if there’s anyone here. There isn’t. My stomach flutters as I walk into a cubicle hatay escort and lock it behind me. The room is fancy, marble tops, lavender on the side, a brass hook to hang my bang on, which I do. I close the toilet lid and sit on it, box on my lap. I take the lid off and place it on the floor. I open the package labeled morning. I pull off the brown paper and a note flutters out. I grab it before it slips away. He’s written to me

“Wear these this morning. Keep them in. When you cross your legs they’ll move. You’ll like it. Text me good morning once they’re in.”

I unfold the paper further and two silver balls fall into my lap. Jiggle balls. Silver, silicone, cold. He wants me to wear them. This morning. I’ll be surrounded by 100 people. I gently put the note back and the paper inside the box.

I lift my dress up around my hips and slip my fingers in the top of my tights. I pull them down my thighs to around my knees. I lick my lips. My mouth is dry. My heart races as I finger the silver balls. I use one hand to slip my knickers down to my mid-thighs, the lace clinging to me. I’m wet. So wet. I hold the cold ball against my pussy. Rubbing it on the outside of my lips. My juices lubing them up. I slowly push the first ball inside me. I gasp. I push the second one in. I feel them inside me. I sway my hips from side to side, gently, moving them. I have to clench to hold them in. I pull my knickers up and my tights. I sit down and lean back. I feel them inside me as I sit up and cross my legs they gently rock and I feel the pleasure inside me. I put the box in my bag and pull out my phone.

“Good Morning.”

I stare at my phone waiting for a response. I keep waiting – I stand up and test the ığdır escort movement of sitting down. I gasp out. I’m not used to this. I open the door and walk to the sink. No ones here. I walk up and down and feel the pleasurable rocking inside me. I stop and stare in the mirror and smile. It’s exhilarating. I walk gently out of the room and down the stairs. Constantly awareness of what’s inside me. I walk over to the conference tables and offer my hand to the first person I see. I introduce myself and smile. I feel my phone buzz. I want to check it and the thought of what he’ll say causes me to stammer slightly as I talk. It buzzes again. It’s ringing. I excuse myself and walk quickly outside. The sensations intensify.

“Did you like my present?” He purrs.

“Yes.” I gasp.

“How does it feel?”

I lower my voice to a whisper as I stand outside the hotel on the street. “wet” I say.

“Well done. Now be a good girl and go and network.” he hangs up.

I walk back into the hotel and across the lobby. People are sitting down. I take a coffee and walk to the front, the furthest table away, and sit down. I inhale as I do. The rolling sensation is deep inside me and my stomach flutters. I can feel my Cunts wetness and my nipples erect under the lace bra. I try to shift my weight and get comfortable but I can’t. My whole body tingles. I can feel the arousal deep inside me. As I sit there I can’t concentrate. Each time I move in my chair the slightest fidget makes the balls shift and sends pulses of pleasure through my Cunt. I think of him as they do. I look at the people around me, they have no idea what I’m feeling. I stare at the speaker, barely listening, as I try and slow my heart rate down, deep ısparta escort breaths. I can feel them inside me. I want to fuck. I want to touch myself and cum, the feeling rises and I gently tap my foot. As I do my leg and chair gently vibrate and the balls deliciously jiggle, I stop. I have to keep my face blank, no one can know. I take a sip of water, my throat dry. I feel the tingling sensation between my legs. I sit and enjoy the sensations. The urge building. I have to go.

I get up and clench hard to keep the balls in, take up my hand bag and I slowly walk out of the room and to the toilet. I lock myself in the cubicle. I sit on the lid. I take off my dress, hang it on the brass hook. I’m in a bra and tights. I roll them down to my knees and take off my bra. I stroke my nipples and run one hand down my body, under my pants. I find my clit, I’m so wet my juices flowing. I pinch my nipple and gasp. I slide my fingers around the head of my clit, feeling it swell. I press two fingers on top of my clit. Right above the sensitive spot. I feel the balls move inside me gently as I slowly thrust my hips up and down. Fucking my fingers as they rest there. I lick a finger and rub my nipple. Pinching it hard. Thinking of him. Thinking of his cock in my mouth, his gorgeous thick cock. I feel the orgasm build inside me and I keep thrusting my hips, now gentle moving my fingers up and down, opposite to my hips so I rub myself for longer.

My pulse quickest and my Cunt clenches in pleasure. I feel the orgasm build and build and I bite my lip to keep quiet. As I explode the pleasure flows through my body and I grip my breast hard, holding onto something as my hips rock and my fingers quicken intensifying the feeling. As the orgasm ebbs I gasp and uncurl my toes. I gently pull out the balls, pulling on the loop but not before I insert my fingers inside and feel the balls inside my soaking Cunt, which sends spasms across my inner thigh. I sit there for a moment, panting, wet, satisfied, semi naked and I wonder – what’s this afternoon?

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