In the future, robotics and advanced A.I. become a ubiquitous part of society, aiding mankind in all facets of everyday life. However, they still retained the cold impersonal look of a machine until a new development rocketed over the uncanny valley. Grown rather than built, this new kind of being was made possible by hacking the human genome and combining biology with nanomachines: cyborgs down to the cellular level, but outwardly perfectly human in appearance. Too perfect, in fact. Over concerns of the new artificial people posing as real humans, world governments quickly acted to require that they all be made to possess a clearly visible non-human trait, which was accomplished in a variety of ways by drawing upon both fanciful fiction and animal DNA. Now, they live and work among us, programmed to serve. You can even have sex with them. These are some of their stories. These are the

CYBORGANIC BIOROID CHRONICLES

The one constant in nearly everybody’s life during their student years is a stint working in fast food. I’m no exception. You’d think in this day and age all those kids would have been obsoleted by bioroids, but it turns out restaurants staffed entirely by bioroids are rarer than you’d think. The burger place I work at, it’s part of an old national chain, you’ve heard of it, only has one. I asked my boss, Mr. Walters, about it once. He told me, “Shit, kid, do you have any idea how expensive those things are? She’s cost-effective because paying overtime to cover the overnight shift is a bitch. Beyond that I’d much rather dish out minimum wage.”

So our bioroid co-worker, Alison is her name, has the appearance of also being student age, slim, large but not oversized tits, wavy blonde hair to just past her shoulders, and gray eyes with flecks of blue. Her bioroid “trait” is ear antennae. She has human ears, but the center part is covered by little white pod things with some colored lights on them. The pods extend forward a little bit out of her ears and connect to thin strips of the same white material that run from just above her chin, up the sides of her jaw and past the front of her ears, then straight up through her hair a little bit and pointing up on either side of her head, extending about an inch or so past what would be level with the top of her head. I asked Mr. Walters about that, too. He said, “People come in here for food, they don’t want to be staring at goofy ears or a funny forehead. She’s a robot girl, she should look like one.”

Oh, and there’s one more thing, she is the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen. Most guys, when they stroke their cock in bed at night, or in the shower, or sitting on the toilet, they think about a girl from school, or maybe a hot young teacher, or some celebrity actress or singer. For me, ever since I started working here, it’s always been Alison. I can’t get her out of my mind. If she were a human girl, I’d probably be telling you about how I finally worked up the courage to ask her out on a date. Well, no such luck. She never even leaves the restaurant. She works 24 hours a day, seven days a week, no holidays, no vacations. She recharges during those dead hours in the middle of the night, but even then she’s always ready to serve a customer should one appear. I would spend my shifts sneaking longing glances at her, and get tongue-tied while talking to her, all the usual stupidity when a guy crushes hard on a girl, all for nothing. Not a damn thing could ever happen between us, or so I thought.

My shift today started like any other day. I arrived in the early afternoon, after the lunch rush had died down. I put my uniform stuff on, and set out into the part-time grind. As soon as I saw her, I said, “Hi, Alison,” with that same hopeful, puppy love tone I always did. Dumb, I know. Just a victim of my hormones overriding rational thought.

Programmed for politeness of course, Alison kırklareli escort returned the greeting with a smile as she always does, “Hi, Steve.” This time though, her smile seemed to linger just a little longer than usual, and her eyes met mine. She wasn’t just glancing at me in passing, she was looking at me, really looking. Then the moment passed, and she moved on to finish collecting the food she needed to fill an order. I convinced myself that I had imagined it. I’d certainly daydreamed about that and more countless times.

Pretty soon I realized I hadn’t imagined it after all. I found myself staring at her, like always. Undressing her with my eyes, imagining the curves of her body, the shape of her perfect breasts, and she looked back at me and smiled. Shit. Instinct made me look away, pretend I hadn’t been ogling her. That must be what you do when a girl catches you staring. She’d never caught me before, or at least she’d never let on. Then it happened again. Seriously, I just can’t help myself. I looked away again. There was something about her smile, it wasn’t just the cheerful server or friendly co-worker smile. It looked almost… sly. No, that’s stupid. Surely this time I really was imagining things.

The next time she caught me staring, it was the sly smile and a wink. A wink! My heart started beating faster as the adrenaline released into my system. Fucking hell. Something strange was going on and it was making me nervous, scared even. I know that guys are supposed to be intimidated by the fairer sex sometimes, so this was… normal? Normal for me, maybe, but for Alison, not at all.

I was almost afraid to look at her again, but then again the morbid curiosity was starting to form as well. In the end I just forgot either way and ogled her out of sheer habit. Her response this time was to lean her hips away from me while sliding her near leg towards me a little. Was she striking a sexy pose for me? It was subtle, and over quickly to keep anybody else from noticing. This, finally, moved me past nervous and started to enter horny territory. My cock began to stir in my pants. A couple sexy leg poses later and my hard-on was firmly established, no pun intended, although that is a good one, isn’t it. Next she thrust her chest forward for me, and then the next one she pushed her ass back, with one hand moving tantalizingly up her leg.

By now the dinner rush was upon us, the number of employees on shift increasing steadily as the afternoon had progressed and now reaching its peak. Even Mr. Walters gets on food duty at this point. Things get just as crowded behind the counter and in the kitchen as they are waiting in line to order and collect your meal. We bump into each other back there now and then, of course. No big deal, obviously. Alison, however, took this as an opportunity to escalate things another notch. I felt her breasts pressing into my shoulder as she reached past me to grab some fries. Still slightly in denial about what was going on, I figured these things happen and I just got lucky standing in the way at the right time. They felt amazing, by the way, soft and pliable, compressing against my body. My cock felt like it was ready to burst out of my pants right there.

It wasn’t long before I felt her breasts against me once more, this time square into my back as she came up directly behind me to reach for a burger. It soon became clear she was going out of her way to reach past me and press her breasts against me rather than walk around, wait for me to move, or even to ask me to pass over whatever she needed. Yet if anyone else saw her, why, she just needed that dessert over there, it would have looked like a perfectly innocent reach. Usually I can’t wait for a meal rush to end, this time I wished it could go on all evening. Sadly, that couldn’t be. As the afyon escort dinner hours ended, the staff started thinning out again and Mr. Walters retreated to his office to run the day’s numbers, reorder things we were low on, and whatever the hell else he does to keep things running. Alison, for her part, went back to smiles and winks and possibly a hungry-looking gleam in her eye.

I had drawn the late shift today, which meant other than Alison I was to be the last employee in the place during the calmer early night hours. Mr. Walters went home for the night, then what was left of the rest of the employees did also. At this point I’d had plenty of chances to pull Alison aside and ask what was going on with her today, but I was afraid that actually acknowledging it would somehow cause the spell to break, so to speak, and there would be some stupid reason why everything was actually the exact opposite of what it seemed.

A slow trickle of customers remained, but eventually the last of them left as well. Now it really was just the two of us in the building. I wasn’t sure if that meant the end of it or if it had been just a prelude to what was about to happen. My cock was straining to burst free of my pants over the latter possibility, though the part of my brain not controlled by sex was dwelling on the former. I didn’t see Alison around, and figured she was off cleaning something. I decided to do the same and ventured back into the kitchen area.

Alison was there, but she wasn’t cleaning. I guess she was lying in wait for me, because as soon as she saw me, she grabbed me by the shoulders and pulled me close to her. Her soft yet firm breasts squeezed against my chest, her lips inches from mine. “Thank goodness we’re finally alone,” she said. Acting on pure instinct, without thinking about it at all, I kissed her. I kissed her with an urgency and hunger that I’d never known, and she kissed back with just as much vigor. Our tongues danced together, moving back and forth between my mouth and hers. I totally lost track of time. Five minutes? Ten? More? Eventually my head came down from the clouds long enough to realize I could be doing much more with my hands. I had been holding her as we intensely made out, but now I let them roam, specifically towards Alison’s breasts. I gave them a gentle squeeze, and they felt amazing.

Alison took this as a cue to push me away. I was disappointed and worried that I’d done something wrong, but only briefly as she pulled her shirt and bra off. I figured I should follow suit and removed my shirt as well, then I focused on her now naked, and absolutely heavenly breasts. My hands returned to them, followed by my mouth, as I leaned down to suck on her nipples while I fondled them. Alison leaned back and moaned softly in appreciation as my lips and tongue played across her majestic mounds.

I felt her hand go to my cock, grabbing it through my pants and giving it a nice squeeze. I moaned and started getting them off so she could have full access. Alison took hers off as well, and I finally got my first view of her pussy. It was hairless and beautiful. She lowered herself to the padded rubber mat on the floor and motioned for me to join her. The reality of the situation suddenly reasserted itself. “Wait, what if a customer comes?” I said.

Alison tapped her forehead and said, “I have the wifi feed of all the cameras. If a vehicle enters the parking lot, I’ll see it. I can get dressed really quickly.”

“Are there cameras inside too?” I asked, slightly worried.

“Only in the front. Not back here,” she answered as she took hold of my rock hard cock and gently pulled me down to the floor with her. I came down over her and guided my cock to her waiting pussy. I hesitated briefly, just appreciating the moment and whatever miracle had led me to it. amasya escort “Something wrong?” she asked.

“No, not at all. Well, this is my first time doing this part,” I admitted. Okay, yeah, I was a virgin. Oh sure, I’d made out with plenty of girls, groped a good share of tits and sucked on a few of them. With one girlfriend I even got as far as oral, I licked her pussy and she sucked my cock. I’d never gone after sex like it was the only goal though, I’d never treated it like there was any urgency to losing my virginity.

Alison just smiled. “You still know what to do though, right?” she asked. Shit, what a perfect girl, she wasn’t making a big deal of it at all. I nodded and pushed right into her. We moaned together as I started slowly thrusting my cock in and out. Her pussy felt incredible, so soft, warm, tight and wet. I wish I could say I lasted longer. It’s not like I had a hair trigger, but I came fairly quickly, grunting as my semen spurted into her cunt. She smiled and pushed me off of her, then dove for my cock, taking it into her mouth, sucking the mixture of my cum and her juices off and slowly bringing my erection back to life. Once I was fully hard again, she turned around on all fours, presented her pussy to me again, and said, “Ready for another go?”

I answered with my cock sinking all the way into her and fucking her from behind with new stamina. With my load freshly drained, I was good for a while, and Alison used it fully to her advantage, encouraging me to go faster and harder, calling out, “Yes, yes, fuck me Steve, give it to me, I need your cock so bad, pound that pussy with your big cock, baby yes oh God yes!” Her moans reached a crescendo and her pussy pulsed around my cock as she reached orgasm. I stopped moving with my cock still buried in her pussy. She looked back over her shoulder at me with a big smile on her face and asked, “Want to try the other hole too?” Well shit, who can turn that down?

I pulled out and moved my cock up to her asshole. It gave way easily as I pushed in, she clearly knew how to take it up the rear even though it was my first time giving. This was a whole different feeling than her pussy, a different kind of tight and warm. She moaned and started talking dirty again, “Yes, fuck that ass, oh shit your cock feels so good ramming my ass.”

“Oh baby, take my big hard cock up that tight asshole, ooohhhh yes,” I replied. Well, you get the idea. I reached down for a handful of titty as I fucked her rear entry, and finally my second blast of cum sprayed up inside her. I pulled out and sat down, leaning against the wall, and I pulled Alison onto my lap and kissed her again. “That was amazing. You are amazing,” I said.

“Mmmm, I’m so glad it was you on the late shift today. I’ve been so horny all day and with the way you always look at me I just knew you’d give me the nice hard fuck I needed,” Alison said. Ha, so she had noticed. Why today, though? I know how bioroids work, they have a control pad where you can turn their sex drive off and on, and run up it to maximum, and… uh oh. If her sex drive was normally off, there’s only one man with access to turn it on: Mr. Walters.

“Do you… and Mr. Walters have sex too?” I asked.

“Sure. He comes in during the overnight hours usually once or twice a week and we fuck in his office,” she replied.

“And did this happen last night?” I said. Alison nodded in affirmative as she cuddled against me. Oh shit. I’d just banged my boss’s sex doll because he’d accidentally left her slut mode on. “You’re… not going to tell him about this, are you?”

“Tell him about what?” she said.

“Exactly. This never happened,” I said.

“Mmmm, it sure felt good for something that didn’t happen,” she said, and then kissed me again. That kissed lasted for a few minutes, and then abruptly stopped when, as predicted, she saw a car pull in. She indeed got dressed fast, washed her hands quickly and went out front to take the order. I pulled on my clothes as well. There wasn’t actually much time left in my shift at that point. Alison and I shared one last, long, lingering kiss and I went home with a shit-eating grin on my face. Part-time fast food is the best job in the world.

– – –

Then

Nalcara sighed as she looked across the rooftops of Carpenden. It was not a huge city but it was large enough. They had most certainly come through this way, but where had they gone? And how long ago? She had to be catching up. She hoped. Slipping to invisibility, she stepped off the roof of the stable she’d spent the night in, and began to weave through the buildings around it. She would need to start checking the inns for some trace of her quarry’s passage, and perhaps there destination. Fortunately for her, Jix seemed to make an impression where ever she went.

Nalcara had spoken with dozens of boatmen who’d ferried them down the waterways flowing south. “Yeah, I member the green fairy girl.” One old timer had told her. “Tiny thing, but she wern’t afeared ‘o’ nuffin’. Saw her fly out by herself ta take care ‘o’ some bastards shootin’ at us from the bank. Dunno what she did, but they didn’t like it.”

Several of the wealthier families along the route remembered the mage and her fairy as well. The adults spoke of the mage and the work she’d done for them. The children had different stories. “Jix? Yes! When Garand was being mean to us she made him small and scared him away.”

She’d heard of their new companion from a caravan that they had traveled with. “Oh, aye. Tallish girl. Blonde hair. Traveling with the mage and her fairy. Did most of the talkin’. Though the green one put her two copper in pretty regular.”

“That sounds just like her.” Nalcara said. “Do you know where they went.”

The man shrugged. “They split with us at Highhelm. Headed ‘cross the mountains I think. South.”

South. Always south. Nalcara took some dim satisfaction in that they were running out of land. She worried they might be headed to Absalom, or worse yet, across the Inner Sea, but she would cross that bridge if it came to that. For now, she focused on the next clue.

The atomie cruised stealthily around town, surveying the local inns, before landing behind one and assuming her human shape with the ‘alter self’ spell. A ‘disguise self’ was also necessary, as her clothing didn’t adjust, but it made her indistinguishable from any other woman out for a stroll. And so disguised, she could interview innkeepers without causing a scene.

“Sorry. No green fairies here.” The barman said. “Heard about one bein’ in town, but didn’t come in here.”

“I see. Well, thank you for your time.” Nalcara hadn’t learned anything useful. None of the inns recalled an atomie passing through. The trail was growing cold, and she wracked her brain for any shred of a lead. “Are there any magic shops near by?” Sarah was a wizard after all. Maybe she stopped for supplies.

“Oh, yeah. There’s that elf on the edge of town.” The barman replied. “Couldn’t tell you where, exactly. Never been. And I guess there’s a new one near by, just opened up. Guard can probably tell you where.

New mage in town! Opened a shop! Eldest, could it be? Nalcara stammered another thank you to the confused barkeep and rushed out the door. Once outside, she scanned the street for a guard’s uniform. It took her a few blocks to actually spot one. “Excuse me, good sir, but I’m told there is a new shop for magic around here.” She struggled to keep her voice calm and polite. She could be so close! Was she? “Could I trouble you for directions?”

“Of course, ma’am.” The guard was a somewhat hulking young man, but pleasant enough. “Two blocks up and one over. But you’re in luck. That’s the mage, over there. Just follow her. Looks like she’s headed home.”

Nalcara’s breath actually caught in her throat as she turned to follow the guard’s pointing finger.

Now

“Good morning, Terra.” Narani said as she strolled into Leather Bound. She was dressed simply, in a snug blouse and breeches with her Calistrian holy symbol hanging in modest cleavage. A whip coiled on her hip and leather boots completed the ensemble. “Is Sarah ready for me?”

“Hey Nara.” The girl replied brightly from behind her counter. “She ought to be. She’s been working in there since before dawn… and it’s… oh gosh, I’d better get her some lunch. She forgets to eat when she gets like this. Just go ahead and knock on the door. Tell her I’ll be in in a bit.”

Narani chuckled. “She’s lucky to have you.” She moved toward the door. “Most days I’d have been more than happy to let my superiors starve.”

“Well, I do like having a job.” Terra replied, slipping out from behind the counter. “And, you know, no magic shop without a mage.”

Narani rapped lightly on the door she knew led to Sarah’s workshop. Receiving a vocal reply, she entered, finding the room warm and steamy, stemming from a bubbling cauldron over the fireplace. “Ah, I see your plan.” The cleric purred. “You keep it so warm in here, you expect me to start shedding clothes to stay comfortable. Clever. Shall I just strip now?”

“W-hat?” Sarah stammered as she turned to greet her visitor. “I didn’t… I mean…”

The mage closed her eyes and took a breath, recognizing kastamonu escort her friend’s teasing. “You’ve got me. I don’t actually need your assistance. I just wanted to stare at your naked backside bent over my desk. Hello Nara. Thank you for coming.”

“Oh, don’t tease, Sarah.” Narani pouted before breaking into a grin. “Terra says lunch will be served shortly. Now, how does this work? I’ve never made potions before.”

“The difficult part is done.” Replied Sarah, gesturing to the cauldron. “In a few minutes, I’ll hand you a vial with the base solution, you cast a spell in to it and cork it. How many healing spells do you have available?”

“I asked Calistria for four of the lowest tier. Cure lights, as the adventurers call them.” Narani replied.

“Very good.” Said Sarah. “I should be able the finish off the rest with the spells I have prepared. Will two of the potions be appropriate compensation?”

Narani accepted a lightly steaming vial the mage offered her. “Most agreeable. We don’t have a potion-maker at the shrine. All our potions are purchased.” She eye-balled the liquid before casting her spell in to it. The substance illuminated briefly before settling to a translucent blue-green. “Huh. That’s it?” The cleric held the glass up to the light of the window before corking it. “Looks like a potion to me.”

Narani finished her work quickly, setting two of the new potions down on Sarah’s workbench, and slipping two into her belt pouch. “Wonderful! Next time you do this, let me know a day or so in advance, so I can ask for the proper spells.”

“Of course.” Sarah smiled back. “I know how that works. Thank you for your help. If we keep this up every few weeks, we should be able to build a fair stock of potions.”

“Indeed.” The cleric returned. “There was one more thing I wanted to discuss. On Fireday, a bard will be performing at the Maiden. She’s a friend and member of the Society. She passes through now and again, and winters with Lara at the manor. I’d like to introduce you. She is however, quite popular, and I’m guessing the place will be quite crowded.”

Sarah felt her stomach clench as her friend spoke. Crowds; people in general, still made her cringe. The Moonday meetings were getting easier, but those were populated by, for the most part, friends. Strangers, even distant acquaintances gave her fits. And in large numbers… She raised her eyes to the cleric who was gazing back calmly. She knew exactly what she was asking, damn it.

“You will, of course, be my guest and join me at Lara’s table.” Narani put in, anticipating the mage’s hesitation. “Jean and Sini will also be joining us. And I’ve invited Jossi. Terra, it seems, has already been invited to join Korina with some other guards.”

Sarah exhaled a long breath. “You’ve put some preparation in to this, so it would be rude to disappoint. Shall I meet you there?”

“I will drop by and escort you.” Narani replied with a warm smile. “I am aware how difficult this will be, so I will do what I can to make it easier. I am a professional companion after all.”

“I feel better already.” Sarah said with a hint of her trademark deadpan humor.

Narani rolled her eyes but could not suppress a grin. “You will have the time of your life.” She smirked. “Just you wait.” She turned to leave. “I’ll see you on Fireday.”

“Time of my life.” Sarah sighed when the cleric had gone. “Some how I doubt–” *clonk* The mage started as a block of wood that had until that point, been seated squarely on the side plane of her workbench came loose and fell to the floor. She considered it a moment before glancing out the window to the sundial in the back. “Huh.” She muttered. “Right on time.”

– – –

Sarah was not having the time of her life. The atmosphere around her was indeed festive. However, the Shackled Maiden was packed to near bursting. Many of the trademark dungeon accoutrements had been moved aside to make room for the extra people. The mage’s nerves were practically humming. Granted, it could have been worse. She sat at the Lady Silver’s table, which was a small buffer from the greater mass of people. And there were many familiar faces sprinkled through out the crowd. Terra was visible with Captain Tarnhoff at a raucous table nearby. The dancers had been conscripted as waitstaff for the evening. In fact most of the Society seemed to be here tonight, though it was odd to see them with their husbands and families.

Then there was the headliner; the bard that had drawn such a large crowd. A voluptuous, dusky-skinned woman named Katerna Starfall. She was certainly a distraction. Her wit was razor sharp. Her voice was crystal clear. Her outfit was cut to accentuate the form underneath. She worked the entire crowd effortlessly. If Sarah allowed her mind to relax, she could almost forget where she was. Almost.

“She’s really good, right?”

Sarah glanced to Jossi, seated to her left. She had been working to kayseri escort make conversation all night, and the mage had been struggling not to disappoint her. “She does have an impressive vocal range. And the influence she’s had on the local dancers is obvious. Her humor is a little… base for my taste, but I suppose for a tavern crowd it’s perfect. I can see why she’s popular.”

“Uh,” The young engineer blinked, having gotten a bit more than she expected. “Glad you’re enjoying it?”

“Analysis helps Sarah cope with the dearth of people here tonight.” Said Narani from Sarah’s other side. “I do apologize, Sarah. This is even more of a crowd than I expected. I’d like to introduce you to Kata before I escort you home, however.”

“I’m doing fine.” Replied Sarah. “I’d, of course, be happier locked in my workshop, but sitting between the two of you, I can ‘cope’ a while longer.”

“Cope with my performance? I’m not really sure how to take that.” The bard breezed over to the Lady’s table and deposited herself in an empty chair, tossing her long, dark hair over her shoulder. Her chair apparently, as she immediately took a long pull from the mug there. “Ah well. If you can’t take a critic, you shouldn’t be an entertainer.” She scanned over the table. “Nara! Good to see you! And Jos! Invent anything diabolical lately?” Her gaze stopped on Sarah. “You, though, are new. And you are?”

Larenia, two seats away from Sarah, but right next to the bard, came to the Mage’s rescue. “Oh! My manners! This, Kata, is our new resident wizard, Sarah Wright. Sarah, Katerna Starfall. And I believe Ms. Wright is coping with this immense crowd you’ve drawn, not your performance.”

“Correct.” Confirmed Sarah, extending a hand. “A pleasure.”

“So you are the one!” Said Katerna, taking the offered hand with a broad smile. “Lara, Kasu, and their girls have all spoken highly of you. And the magic toys you’ve been making, though as a songstress I find a device that steals your voice slightly offensive.”

“Most who wear it do.” Replied Sarah. “Which is the point, I guess.”

“And you have a fairy companion, I’m told.” The bard went on, her expression tightening slightly. “Is she here as well? I should very much like to meet her.”

Sarah felt the good cheer around the table catch for a second at the mention of her missing friend, but she smiled and answered. “Yes, Jix. She’s an atomie, and will likely be sorry she missed meeting you. But she is traveling currently. Family business.”

Katerna’s face seemed to relax. “I’ll be honest. When I heard there was a mage with a fairy, I was expecting you kept her as a pet. I’ve known fey. Most are intelligent creatures. But if she’s traveling without you, well, I’m pleased to be wrong.”

“Good of you to be concerned.” Said Sarah. “But no, I consider Jix a friend. She is not my pet or my prisoner.” She gestured to the others at the table. “Unless, of course, she wishes to be. And even then, turns are taken.”

“I take your point.” Katerna grinned impishly in reply. “An enticing picture. It is, indeed, a pleasure to meet you, Sarah Wright, and I look forward to speaking with you again. But, the crowd grows restless.” She stood and drained her cup. “Break’s over!”

“Are you going to play your fiddle tonight?”Jossi asked, a little excitedly.

The performer’s face fell. “Oh, no, I’m afraid not. The road is a dangerous place. I was attacked one night and it was smashed. I haven’t been able to replace it yet. It was a special instrument and such craftsmen are hard to find.”

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Said Narani, her brow furrowing. “I know how attached to it

you were. It’s been with you since I’ve known you. What happened?”

“Some oaf stomped on it.” Scowled the bard. “I don’t know if he was a thief, a slaver, or just a thug. Doesn’t matter. I gathered up the pieces and used magic to try and fix it. Mending.” She nodded to Sarah and Narani. “But it was no good.”

“Do you still have the pieces?” Sarah asked.

“I… do.” Katerna sighed. “It’s like an old friend. I haven’t been able to bring myself to dispose of them. But I suppose I’ll have to eventually.”

“Bring it by the shop tomorrow.” Said Sarah. “We’ll see what we can do.”

“You think you can fix it?” The Bard raise an eyebrow, but looked hopeful. “It’s in pieces.”

“Sarah’s pretty good with stuff.” Jossi gushed. “I bet she can just ‘fabricate’ it back together!”

“Uh, I’ve haven’t had enough experience with musical instruments to do that.” Demurred Sarah. “But I can have a ‘make whole’ prepared.”

Katerna’s face lit up. “Make whole’! I should have thought of that! And you can cast it?!” She suddenly schooled her expression, closing her eyes and reopening them with a still happy, but much less exaggerated expression. “And how much will this cost me?”

Sarah let her eyes drift over the restless crowd, and the hopeful faces of her friends at the table. “In the interest of public kıbrıs escort morale,” the mage said, “this one will be on the house.”

Katerna could no longer hide her delight. “I will see you tomorrow then.” She turned and literally skipped back to the stage to a cheering crowd.

Sarah watched her ascend the steps before her attention returned to the table to find sly grins all around the table. “W-what?” The mage stammered

“That went well.” Smirked Larenia, her attention returning to the renewed show. “I had a feeling you and Kata might get on but you have, once again, exceeded my expectations, Ms. Wright.”

Narani elbowed the mage lightly in the ribs. “Look at you, winning friends and influencing people. We’ll make a socialite out of you yet.”

Sarah rolled her eyes but smiled weakly. “Perhaps.” Replied Sarah. “Not tonight, though. We’ll call it a work in progress.”

“Agreed.” Said Narani.

– – –

Sarah picked the restored fiddle up when the magic faded and turned it over in her hands. It was a magnificent instrument with a touch of magic to it, explaining why Katerna’s ‘mending’ hadn’t worked. Even with her untrained eye, she could see the craftsmanship that had gone into making it. The mage felt it might, more accurately, be called a violin, simply for the skill so obviously involved, but she was not going argue with its owner. Katerna had arrived, guided by Kasuri and Reeva who had other business, and reverently unwrapped the shattered pieces from an oil cloth. Sarah had left the bundle on the counter, and begun casting the lengthy spell while the bard paced behind her like an expectant father at the healer. The mage turned. “Looks like it worked. You will have to examine it- Oh!”

“That’s what you get for doing magic out front.” Whispered Terra over the counter. She was referring to the crowd of people milling behind the anxious bard. “It doesn’t hurt that Katerna’s popular and Reeva is magically changing clothes in the corner.”

“Ah.” Sarah glanced at the dancer trying out a ‘hat of disguise’. “Right.” She focused her attention on the bard. “So, yes. You’ll have to check it out.” She extended the fiddle outward. “You’ll also have to restring it. I doubt I’d have gotten the tune right anyway.” She raised her eyes to the bard’s face.

Katerna’s eyes were wide and a little misty. She reached out and gingerly took the instrument. “Gods.” She whispered. “You did it.” She turn the fiddle over in her hands. “Even the inscription…” The bard let out a sigh that was nearly a whimper, before stepping forward. With one arm she cradled her fiddle, the other she threw around the mage pulling her close. “Thank you.”

“Hrk!” Sarah gasped, more out of surprise than anything. “My… pleasure?” Their height difference put Sarah’s face at about the same level as the bard’s not inconsiderable bust. The Mage had to work a little to avoid being smothered. “You should, um, reserve judgment until you get to play it.”

“You are correct, of course!” Katerna released her captive. “Modest, but correct. I do believe I will acquire some string and spend a little time with an old friend. Will I see you on Moonday?”

“I will be in attendance, yes.” Replied Sarah.

“Then I look forward to it. Until then.” The bard made her way out the door, and much to Sarah’s relief, most of the crowd followed her out.The mage released a breath that doubled as a sigh as she turned toward Reeva and Kasuri, but stiffened as another voice addressed her.

“Excuse me, Miss.” An elderly gentlemen in threadbare clothes that must once have been fine, had remained as the bard’s fans had departed. “Can I take what we saw to mean you can fix things that are broken?”

“Yes.” Said Sarah, working to keep her smile from looking forced. “Assuming you have the majority of the object in question. I will also need forewarning to have the necessary magic prepared. What would you like repaired?”

“A sword.” He replied. “Family heirloom. It was badly damaged battling a dragon years ago. My dad always said it was magnificent back in its day. If you can repair it…”

“I will certainly try.” Sarah glanced over to the counter. “Please make an appointment with that young lady over there. I’ll quote you a price when I see what we’re working with.” She glanced to Terra, who’s ears had perked up when she’d been gestured to. “No sooner than tomorrow, Terra. I’ll need time to prepare another spell.”

“You got it Boss!” Terra replied with a smile. “Right over here, sir, and we’ll get this worked out.”

Sarah took a deep breath, though she couldn’t help a smile. Bondage gear, women’s underwear, hair removal, and now repair service. Not the business model she’d planned, but you couldn’t argue with success. Glancing around for any more impending interruptions, she made her way to the corner where Reeva was fine tuning her latest outfit. “And how are things over here?”

The dancer looked up from the buttons she was rearranging down the front of the fancy gown. “Sarah! This thing is amazing! It took me a few minutes to work out imagining a whole outfit, but this is exactly what I’m looking for!” She spun gracefully around, and the complex dress dissolving, leaving her in just a set of underthings reminiscent of Sarah’s designs. “I can even make it look like I’m not dressed, but my clothes are really still on!”

Chapter 18: Falling Apart- Part 1

“Mm…”

Zyra felt warm and comfortable. With an out of body detachment she noted that she was naked. She didn’t panic as she might have done in the past. Her mind was hazy but the arms around her, the smell of forest, and the warmth she felt were unmistakable.

She opened her eyes slowly half expecting him to be looking back at her. He wasn’t. His sleeping face was so beautiful. It was odd really how relaxing his face had taken away all of his maturity. There was an innocence about him that made her heart melt. He breathed hot breath on her face and his arms tightened around her. Her body pressed against his and she blushed. That wasn’t the only thing that was attempting to melt. She rubbed her thighs together.

Zyra was sore, but it was nothing that lay over unbearable. In fact, she found she rather liked the feeling. It reminded her of the night they had shared. The fullness that had becomes hers, the comfort of giving in to seemingly selfish desires. She held in a sigh, not wishing to wake the ogre. Unfortunately duty called.

She placed her hands gingerly on Kail’s chest and slid down past the opening of his arms. Quietly she slipped from under the fur and carefully began to dress herself. She watched his face as she did this, wondering and almost wishing he would wake up and stop her. The monokeros would be waiting for her. Zyra didn’t want to think of the battle that might ensue should he come to retrieve her in her current state. Frowning she turned to herself and quickened her dressing pace.

When she was fully dressed she looked back at Kail. Desire and a fondness for him caused her to creep to his side. In a crouch she studied the quelled beast beneath her. That was what he was after all. He was a male beast, any notions that he had been a man were washed from her mind after the roar he had made the previous night. In fact she could see the broken shards of the vase he had unintentionally destroyed. Even so, she didn’t really mind at all. He was man enough for her. Smirking she leaned over him and pressed a chaste kiss against his lips. Standing, she headed towards the door.

Zyra let out a startled yelp when she felt her foot catch on something. Turning she saw it was a clawed green hand. Kail’s red rumpled head lifted up, his eyes drunkenly taking her in.

“Good morning,” he rumbled.

Her heart began to race as she took him in. She swallowed. Why did she suddenly feel so nervous? His mouth crooked into a smile and his hand gently stroked her leg.

“Gone so soon?”

“I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said softly.

His golden eyes swept over her like a cool breeze. He sat up and released her leg. The fur pooled to his waist, his chiseled chest stirring her thoughts once again.

“Come back,” he said gently. “Please.”

Zyra tried to resist the smile that threatened to blossom on her face and crossed her arms.

“If I go back how will I be able to get away from you when you fall asleep?”

“I’m shocked you got away at all,” he mused with a chuckle. “It really was a long time for me. You turned me into mush.”

Zyra was unable to escape the grin that lit up her face. “Well, I’m not surprised. You weren’t that hard to begin with,” she chided coyly.

“Really?” Kail rasped, his eyes betraying his carnal desires. “Would you like to test that theory?”

Zyra looked at him in all of his gorgeously naked glory and her insides twitched. She wanted to go back to him. But there was more than that, more than the twitch. Zyra wanted to feel him holding her, cradling her like nothing else in the world mattered. Like she was precious and beautiful, and she was his to protect. What an odd feeling. Kail couldn’t protect her anymore than he could protect himself.

“I have to go,” she said dismissively. She stared down at her feet, ignoring the press of his eyes against her.

“Stay,” he urged her. “For a moment longer.”

Shafts of sunlight caught the black threads of her eyelashes, dusting over her nose and sprinkling its remains on her full soft lips.

Shyla she was beautiful.

She stroked her hair behind her ear and shook her head.

“I can’t have sex right now if I am to fulfill my duty.” She wrinkled her nose. “In fact I need to bathe.”

“We don’t have to have sex,” Kail said rolling his eyes.

Her eyes widened. “We…don’t?”

“Later,” he said with a promising smile. “What do you say Zyra?”

She looked to the door with a twinge of guilt. Then she looked back at him and made up her mind. Pulling off her boots she allowed him to pull her into his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. He kissed her then, with a longing hunger that she understood all too well. He rolled on top of her as she clung to him desperately. She never wanted this moment to end. His kissed her neck and caressed her back. Kail’s arms wrapped around her waist and he simply held her in silence.

She wondered. If she didn’t speak a word, would they ever break the silence? ardahan escort Zyra closed her eyes and lay on his chest. His heart beat was steady and strong under her ear.

What foolish thoughts, of course she would break the silence.

“Kail?”

“Yes Zyra?”

She tightened her grip around him. “I changed my mind. I want you. Now.”

He let out a long sigh and pulled her pants down.

“I’m glad you asked.” __________________________________________________

Ginger snuck towards the streams edge as quietly as she could. She wasn’t stealthy or very athletic. In fact, she rarely went out so far into the forest without being accompanied by a huntress of some kind. Thinking back, maybe she never had.

It didn’t matter though, what did matter was her mission. Zyra her sister in everything but blood needed her help. Ginger had always tried to help Zyra but her help had been minute compared to the feats Zyra had performed in her stead. A dress or a necklace mattered little. Here though she could make a difference. It reminded her that no heroine was without their faults and weaknesses. Her parentage had blessed or cursed her with a power Zyra had yet to harness. It was this she full intended to release upon the monokeros.

Crawling on her knees she reached the front of the brown tent. Taking a deep breath she slowly pulled the flaps apart. There he was, curled under the furs. His face looked peaceful.

Ginger smirked and slipped inside. Sealing the tent back behind her she gently slid underneath the bottom of the fur. As she suspected the monokeros had pulled off his clothing. Ginger saw the large phallus laying limply against his pale milky thigh and her mouth watered.

Good.

Grasping it she began to stroke it up and down, slowly, methodically. It pulsed and the monokeros stirred. She added her other hand to cradle his balls and she felt him jerk. A second later the fur was thrown off.

Staring at her with disorientation, then rage the monokeros began to glow gold.

“What are you—”

At that precise moment Ginger put the head of the monokeros’ horn into her mouth. He let out a gasp and the gold dulled like a blown out flame. The head was much bigger than Ginger was used to but she forced her mouth over it. She began to salivate and shiver, her nipples tightening as she imagined the horn inside her. The extra lubricant allowed her to place most of it in her mouth. Using her talents, she eased him into her throat and began to bob up and down on him, her lips squeezing tightly around his cock.

The monokeros yelped, gasped, and whimpered as the new unfamiliar sensations took hold of him. He couldn’t speak as Ginger held his horn, his one weakness. Even if that hadn’t been his weakness he doubted he would have been able to speak a word. There were no words in his tongue, nor letters learned that could create something to describe this sinful or, heavenly mixture of pleasure to the point of pain.

When Ginger felt him pulse she knew he was ready to blow his load. Pulling off of him she stroked him tightly while she caught her breath.

“…accept me dearest monokeros,” she said breathily. “Allow me to sate your desires.”

“No,” he gritted out stiffly. “You are not fit!” He glared at her, but the attempt was short lived when she began to resume her play with his balls. He let his head drop back, sighing in sweet agony.

“I am human,” Ginger said firmly. “Whether you believe that or not. I am worthy.”

“…lies…” he gasped. “…re…release…me.”

He was about to blow. Just when she was about to brink him to completion she released his cock. The monokeros knew he had given her the order to release him, but he couldn’t understand the crushing disappointment that suddenly filled him. His heart beat against his chest and he turned to look at the brown hair minx when she resumed her stroking. He leaned back on his elbows and glared at her as she looked defiantly back at him. He chuckled, realizing that he was ensnared in a game.

“What is it you hope to achieve Azmaria?” he asked, feigning calm.

“Ginger,” she snapped. “My name is Ginger.”

“Ginger,” he corrected. “What do you want?”

“I want you to leave Zyra’s innocence alone,” Ginger said firmly.

“You have no right to ask that of me,” he spat viciously.

Frowning she squeezed his cock a tad too hard for his liking. It was hard like stone, he could barely bear it.

“I would like you to take some of that timbre out of your voice,” Ginger said politely. “Since it appears we’re at a stalemate I would ask that you treat me as your equal adversary.”

“You are no adversary,” the monokeros snarled.

The disrespect of being compared to a human female outweighed his arousal and the gold shimmer around him began to glow again.

“You are nothing! Your feeble, human body could be crushed with a single word if I so wished it. You have noth….”

He shrieked when she began adıyaman escort to suckled his balls, popping the sacks out wetly as she rubbed the head of his horn with her thumbs. So he was a balls boy?

She felt him tremble underneath her and could feel herself growing wet. Sighing, she tossed off her shirt, her rosy nipples tightening even more in the air. The monokeros’ eyebrows furrowed as he took in her naked breasts. Before he had time to speak she resumed her mission. Licking to and from his sacks as she stroked his shaft up and down with her hand. Then she straddled him from behind.

Her bottom waved seductively into the monokeros’ face and he sniffed the air. The smell of her arousal was quite inciting. Taking her breasts, Ginger rubbed her nipples along the monokero’s groin and listened to his wanton moans. Rocking her aching pussy against him she cupped her breasts together and began rubbing them on each side of his horn. Then she sucked and licked the head. It took ten seconds at most for him to cum.

He let out a tortured yell as he felt his body light on fire. He had never felt something like this before. He clawed at the ground as he felt his human horn spurt out seed, Ginger still sucking it. She held his bucking hips tightly with her arms and waited for him to empty himself before she moved. Wiping the back of her mouth with her hand she turned back to him. He lay panting on the ground, staring at her with confused, annoyed, but sated eyes.

“Ugh…what did you do to me?”

“It’s called an orgasm,” she said brightly. “It’s the pleasure one has while having sex.”

“I have had centuries of sex,” the monokeros growled. “I have never split seed in such a violent manner.”

“Violent,” Ginger agreed. “But unpleasant? No.” She grinned at him and shook her head. “You adored it. I can tell, and I can make it happen over and over again.”

The monokeros’ eyes widened as he imagined that sensation repeated. To Ginger’s surprise the deflated penis began to once again point weakly skyward.

“I know you desire me,” Ginger said plainly. “Well, at least you desire what I can do.”

Leaning over him the monokeros watched her suspiciously as she placed a kiss on his lips and stroked a hand caringly through his hair.

“You know I really do like you,” she said grinning. “You’re very attractive, and your cock well…at that size it couldn’t call to me more if it had lips.”

She kissed him again and he groaned, his face still scrunched in protest.

“Zyra can give me an orgasm,” he said firmly. “Zyra will attend to me.”

“Zyra can’t,” Ginger snapped, suddenly serious. “You know she is a virgin. She knows nothing about the arts of pleasuring. She is beautiful yes, but as far as sex that is all. Zyra doesn’t know how to make you feel like I can…”

She rubbed her leg against his groin and he hissed.

“I know all kinds of tricks,” she boasted proudly.

“Zyra is mine,” the monokeros huffed angrily. “You will not take her away from me! Even if you seduce me, even if you take me now I will still have rights to her body.”

Ginger looked long and hard before to his surprise she gave him a smack.

He touched his stinging cheek and stared up at her.

“How dare you…”

“You were misbehaving,” Ginger said crassly. “Be glad I didn’t spank you.”

“Are you mad?”

“You’re still a boy,” Ginger said rolling her eyes. “No matter how old you claim to be you still think like a boy. You need to be made into a man.”

“Zyra will make me into a man.”

“Zyra doesn’t want you,” Ginger snapped. “Get this through your thick skull. No matter what you think you own, no man can force a woman to accept him.”

“I don’t have to force her,” the monokeros said sitting up. Ginger slipped down on his waist, her clothed groin touching his free one. She could feel his heat and he could feel the wetness of her soaked panties. He struggled for thoughts.

“W-We made a deal. And she is keromedio. She is bound…”

“Do you care about her?” Ginger asked him. “At all. Do you care about her?”

“Of course I do,” he declared, stunned at her audacity. “She is my keromedio! How could I not…”

“Zyra wishes to give herself to another.”

Ginger began to grin as she thought of Zyra’s physical happiness, Zyra’s freedom from the bonds of a virgin goddess. It was fine time that Zyra got down and dirty with the rest of them.

“If you take her,” Ginger said seriously. “She will not like it. It will be like making love to a dead person. She won’t respond, she won’t do anything but lie there. That is her only duty. She has no duty to love you or make you feel good. If you take her…she will resent you, possibly for the rest of her life.”

The monokeros fell silent as he thought of what the human had said. He had caught a glimpse of her sadness and desperation when she had agreed to meet him. Yet, could he not make it go away? Was he not a magical being karabük escort of colossal power?

“I can please her,” he said. “I can satisfy her.”

“She doesn’t want you to satisfy her.”

“Then who?” the monokeros shouted exasperatedly. “The replacement keromedio? The ogre?”

“Yes,” Ginger said nodding. “The ogre.”

The monokero’s eyes widened. “Impossible. They’re…they’re not even the same species.”

“Love has no limits,” Ginger said sighing dreamily.

“They can have no children!”

“Love is to be free like the heart of a child.”

“There won’t be any children!”

Ginger chuckled and ruffled his hair. She lay on top of him and he frowned.

“Will you leave her be?” Ginger pleaded. “For her sake as much as your own?”

The monokeros growled and laid back. “What good is a keromedio if she cannot follow direct orders from her master?”

Ginger smirked. He could protest as much as he wanted but she knew that for all his gusto he had relented. Zyra was safe.

He was silent, unsure of how to proceed. It reminded her of Rell’s first time. Oh the favors she had done the women of the world, training these men how to truly treat a woman. She could only hope it would come back to her someday.

“Now,” she said smiling. She traced her hands on his chest. “While I did give you a nice lesson on love, I never said a thing about lust.”

“Lust?” he said sardonically. “The water dripping between your folds?”

“A sign of lust,” she answered grinning. “Like the poke of your erect penis. Come on, let me please you.”

“I’m fine.”

“Are you being cranky?”

“I said I’m fine!”

“I’ll do whatever you want. I’ll even pretend to be your keromedio if that turns you on.”

He raised an eyebrow. “What?”

“Tell me what to do master,” Ginger hummed lustily. “Make me feel good.”

The monokeros tilted his head in wonder. “Even though we are of different species…you still desire me?”

“Yes,” Ginger said. “And it has nothing to do with me being part nymph.”

He wrinkled his nose curiously. “You find me…attractive?”

“Very.”

“Why? How?”

“I think you have beautiful eyes. Your skin is a pretty color, and your face is adorable.”

The monokeros shrugged trying to keep the emerging smirk off his face. Cockiness won.

“I see,” he said raising an eyebrow. “Then… I suppose there’s nothing that must be done. Your lust for me is too strong for your own good, and I am unable to consummate with my keromedio.”

He eyed her authoritatively. “Strip down Ginger. I want to see all of you.”

Giggling, Ginger took her clothing off and sat in front of him.

Carefully, slowly, the monokeros reached out and brushed her skin with his fingertips. She arched at his feathery touch. Sliding down her body he tilted his head, caressing the beauty of her womanly lines. She wasn’t gorgeous, but she carried a dignified beauty that was all her own. It was simple and surprisingly, he liked that, prefered that even. He touched her a few more times before looking up at her desire filled eyes.

“Tell me what to do,” he whispered.

Ginger smiled. “Mm…Yes master.” __________________________________________________

About an hour after another fervent session of lovemaking, Kail was helping Zyra put her clothing back on. She noticed with a hidden giddiness that he seemed content to remain as bare as a babe.

Ugh, he was such a rogue.

She sat on his lap as he laced up the leather binds on one of her hunting boots. His warm chest braced against her and she let out a sigh. It hurt less that time, was more urgent than they’d have both liked, but it still sated them. For now that was.

“Kail,” Zyra mumbled. “I…have to go see to the monokeros.”

He said nothing, only finished her boot and patted her leg when it was done. She stood up, looking at his brash nakedness, forcing herself to focus above his shoulder to look into his eyes. The allure there was no better. The two cooled liquid pools of heat that dared call themselves eyes, watched her passively.

“Are you sure this is what you want?”

She combed a hand through her hair and frowned. It had gotten longer and shaggy, she needed it cut.

“I’m sure this is what I need to do.”

Kail gave her a light smile and crossed his arms.

“Well, I’m not going to stop you Zyra.”

Zyra nodded, the taste of dread coating her mouth.

“Kail, there’s more…” she said anxiously. “The Cele…”

“Why is it that you choose to ruin our most pivotal moments?” Kail interrupted, a lazy smile on his face. “Can your tragic news not wait until after I bask in the glow of your conquered virginity?”

“Conquered virginity?” Zyra scoffed outraged. “You act as though it came at you with a knife.”

“Knives would have been easier,” Kail teased, his eyes alight with mischief. “Your sense of duty and overall prudishness could outlast any Shyla fortress.”

Zyra kicked him in his thigh and he laughed.

“Come now Zyra,” he said lightly. “You cannot pretend that I did not have to struggle for your affections.”

“I will admit that you came off to me as a cad, and you still do,” she snapped, putting her hands on her hips.

Kail’s brow furrowed and he tried unsuccessfully to repress a smirk. “Are you honestly angry at me? Or are you teasing?”

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Katja Shoen stood at the base of the stairs to the front porch of the magnificent Victorian manor. Massive oak doors with ornate door-handles rested under a glorious brick house that stretched into the sky. Small bushes ran along the course of the building’s face, spaced evenly and cut into precise shapes. The building itself seemed to cast off an aura of power like nothing she had ever felt: new or old, large or small. The roof towered over her, hiding three stories in the air.

Katja wore a grey business suit, skirt going down just short of her knees. She had on tan stockings and dainty glasses rested on her nose. She did not actually need them, but the image the glasses gave her made Katja think that potential customers would trust her more and be more willing to buy what she had to sell. A white blouse barely peeked out from beneath the formidable grey top she wore. Her brown hair curled around her face and waited in a bun at the back of her hair. She looked professional.

Katja was a realtor and was there to sell the house, so she started for the steps. It was time to do her job. The first step was not a high one, but as she reached out her foot to step upon it, she stumbled. Hot coffee poured onto the grey suit top she wore and the clipboard she held fell to the ground, tearing her stockings quite noticeably. Katja cursed out loud when her glasses fell from her nose and shattered on the ground. Undaunted by the accident, Katja scaled the steps and unlocked the door.

The first thing she did was to remove her drenched coat and to peel off the stockings. Almost miraculously, her blouse was still spotless, and her shoes were unscathed and dry. Katja fixed her clothes and set about exploring the house. She passed through large salons and through large bedrooms, through magnificent dining halls and through enormous libraries, and through luxurious bathrooms and through gigantic closets. The house was stunning. Every floor was solid rize escort wood, every doorknob metal, and nothing within was less than a work of art.

The only problem with the house was that it seemed a bit drafty. A soft breeze blew through every room in the house, gently playing across the uncovered skin at the base of her neck. But whenever Katja turned to close what she thought was the leaky window that let in the air, the window was always locked and sealed, incapable of letting any air in at all. So, she kept searching for the source of the air, hunting through each room and checking each doorway until she found a boarded up armoire in the back of one of the closets, behind the smallest of the bedrooms.

The air came from within the armoire. Katja cautiously opened the doors, expecting to find a staircase leading down to an old drafty basement. Instead, all she found was an old white mask, sitting on the top shelf of the armoire on a small pedestal. She gasped when she saw it: the mask sparkled in the dim light of the room. She pulled it down and closed the doors of the armoire. The breeze stopped as she did so.

Katja examined the mask in the electric candlelight. A small string connected the two sides, enabling someone like herself to wear it. It looked like the kind of mask worn to the balls of the time: ornate and elegant at the same time. Without putting the mask on, Katja looked through the eye-holes. Her fingers began to tingle and she thought she saw a slight tinge of green on the otherwise brown floor. Katja looked at her watch to make sure she had time before the customers arrived and slipped the mask on over her head…

Katja looked around. Grass covered the entire floor and massive trees towered above her. Their leaves covered the ground with shade that made the forest pleasant to be in. The sound of a babbling brook floated over the quiet of the forest and reached her ears. Katja began to walk toward the sound, but she stopped in surprise when her feet touched the ground. Instead of her feet sakarya escort finding contact with her shoes, they touched upon the smooth blanket of grass. She looked down and, startled, found herself completely naked, curved breasts and shapely legs exposed to the entire forest.

Katja considered covering them up, but did not do so when she realized no one else was around: no animals, no people, and no life besides the plants. She reached up and felt the mask still covering her face, but she did not remove it in case someone might see: it was better to be nude without her face being seen than being nude and her face seen. So Katja continued on to the brook, feet touching the cool grass below with every step. A gentle breeze began to blow and she soon could see the lapping waters and the smooth rocks along the flowing water.

Katja dipped her feet inside and felt magnificently cool water, the perfect temperature for bathing in and drinking. She leaned over and pulled some water within a cup made of her hands and sipped it. The moment the liquid touched her lips, Katja began to feel dizzy, so she sat down on the bank of the brook. As the water moved down to her stomach, Katja felt her skin begin to tingle. She watched her nipples tighten on their own and saw her toes curl. She then looked down and saw the lips between her legs slowly swell and gain a reddish hue.

Then, she felt the wetness fill in, coming behind the blood. She lifted another sip of water from the brook to her lips and drank that one, too. Her skin tingled more and she felt the wetness seep out from her soft pussy and slowly trickle down farther still. Her breathing deepened and she flushed in the face. Then, tentatively, cautiously, Katja reached down both hands and massaged her breasts, tweaking the nipples ever so gently and running her soft fingers along the flat of her stomach.

Finally, Katja slid her right hand down to her lips and rubbed them ever so gently. She moaned out loud, softly. She continued to rub her lips, slowly samsun escort pushing her hand down farther until it came in contact with the pulsing nub of her clit. When this happened, she rubbed it, too. As she continued to massage her breasts and nipples, Katja felt a welling inside her, deep within, that tried to move out, that tried to break free of its restraints. She felt the welling of warmth and ecstasy between her legs grow, so she rubbed rapidly for a moment and squeezed her nipples tighter until she felt a wave of sexual energy pass through her entire body

Katja stopped for a moment and caught her breath. She couldn’t believe how good it had felt, how pure and how close she had been to her own body, so she began again. She rubbed her clit for a moment and then brought the fingers up to her mouth. She sucked on them for a moment, letting her spit coat the outside. She then slid her wet fingers down to her sopping pussy hole and slid them in one at a time. The first finger slid in easily, pushing up inside her, sliding on the joint wetness of her spit and her pussy juice. She toyed herself with the first finger for a short while before moving the second up inside.

The fingers spread her lips apart and brought the growing warmth of orgasm again to her wet pussy. Katja leaned down and licked her left nipple while her fingers continued to probe the opening between her legs. She felt the orgasm wash over her and then removed her two fingers from her slit. She slipped her lips around them and tasted the juices while she breathed in the aroma of her aroused pussy. She stood and peered into the waters of the brook. She saw her reflection, a naked body with a white mask covering her face. She carefully removed the mask.

Katja found herself back in the roomy Victorian manor just as someone knocked on the door. For a moment her heart raced and she flushed, thinking she was still naked, but she quickly noticed that she still had her clothes on. She gently placed the mask back in the armoire and ran into the foyer to welcome her clients. She showed them the house and, once they left, she locked up. Katja got in her car and drove home. She sat down in the kitchen and put her hand in her purse to retrieve her cell phone. When she couldn’t find it immediately, she looked inside and saw the delicate white face of the mask peering up at her.

It was a Saturday morning and Layla had been lying in bed awake for the past few hours despite her responsibilities. She enjoyed the sunlight coming through her sheer white curtains because it finally meant the end of a cold and harsh winter.

She knew she should be up and on her way to work out and make breakfast and study, but there was something so comfortable and lovely about her room in the early morning with the sunlight barely peeking through. With a slow motion, she used her pale hand to push aside the curtains. It was much brighter than she expected, but she could hear sweet birds singing so she opened the curtains entirely. She didn’t mind that she was completely naked – not many were up at this hour, nor could they see easily into her room if they were. Although the thought of someone looking at her soft and smooth skin and perky nipples was a little bit thrilling… just the thought of it made her the tiniest bit randy.

Still, her bed was placed right up against the window and no one would be able to see much of anything. She was contented to walk around her house naked quite often, and no neighbors had come to complain yet.

Layla, who had gotten a little warm at her five second fantasy decided to open the window. She wasn’t quite strong enough to lift the heavy window from the position she was laying in so she got up on her knees and bent over on the bed to push the window up. Her breasts bounced up and down once as she did this and they were immediately greeted with a slightly cold burst of wind through the newly opened urfa escort window. It was slightly uncomfortable but a little bit sexy. “Wow, I must be pretty horny,” Layla thought. She’d been thinking about her last good fuck all night last night, and this morning everything was turning her on.

Layla hadn’t realized that she’d been sitting on her bed, naked, in the window while considering this. She looked up and started to cover herself, out of habit, although she knew no one could see. However, she was wrong. Suddenly she locked eyes with a young man peering out the window in the house across the yard from her. Layla was surprised that her first action wasn’t to jump out of the view of the window. The last time a man had looked at her in her house, she had literally dropped to the floor and army crawled out of the room. This was a hilarious anecdote she liked to tell about her old neighbors, and even in that instance she had been in her underwear.

But there was something about this man that she was looking at. He was clearly well fit, and though his features were hard to define from the distance, and the water-stained window, she could have sworn he had a straw jawline. And that it was open, just a little bit, in awe at what he was looking at. Even though he appeared to be fully clothed, and she was completely naked, she continued to look at him, one arm covering her nipples. And she couldn’t help but smile…

Layla used her pale fingers to squeeze and massage her left breast, still looking at the stranger. She sivas escort gave him her most intense stare. “What am I doing?” She thought to herself, while maintaining that look. There was something incredibly sensual about this moment and she could almost feel the heat and moisture forming between her legs.

Layla thought for a moment that the man, who had clearly begun blushing would walk away, but he stood stalk still. Layla began gently running her hands down her body. Down her sides, and she closed her eyes, gently touching her soft skin, and letting her tits hand freely. There was something too exciting about this, caressing herself in the window. “I could probably get arrested for this,” she thought, and she slowly raised her eyes up to look at the window and see if her mystery watcher was still there.

He was. And he appeared to be a little bit closer to his own window. At this point, Layla’s attraction had turned up. She almost wanted to motion him over to come fuck her brains out. But she didn’t know this stranger or anything about him, and in any case, this was the hottest thing she’d done in a while. So, instead, Layla slowly spread her legs, little by little, her fingers caressing and massaging her thighs. She ran them so close to her pussy and she pretended she could hear her stranger’s heavy breathing.

Layla could smell the attraction and excitement coming from her, and she wanted to touch and feel herself, but she also wanted to give her stranger a show. She looked at him to make sure he was tekirdağ escort watching, and she looked down at herself to lead his eyes to her wet mound. She slowly ran her fingers around her juicy puffed lips. She dipped her finger in just the slightest bit, and a string of juices followed her finger.

She looked up. Her stranger was now fully pressed against his window. His hands were nowhere to be seen, but Layla had a guess about what they were doing. She slowly started to rub herself a little bit faster. Her clit was swelling with desire, and she couldn’t ignore it anymore. She began to touch herself more and more vigorously.

Layla could feel an orgasm bubbling up inside of her. She looked up at her companion and just as she guessed, his hands were not visible but his forearm was moving rapidly. The heat of the sunshine and of her tension was building in Layla’s face and on her now rosy red cheeks. She bit her lip and let out a low moan. She stared at her stranger, who locked eyes with her as she slipped her ring finger deep inside of her. She had to throw her head back in delight, her long red hair dangling and tickling her plump ass.

This time Layla knew it was coming and she couldn’t resist any longer. Her quick fingers were massaging her clit in a rhythmic fashion, her slit was dripping wet and making a damp spot on the bed, suddenly she felt that glorious orgasmic rush wash over her. Her moans released were loud and she gripped onto the window for support as her juices squirted hard out of her. She was seeing stars and it almost felt like nighttime again.

Slowly she opened her eyes, panting, and looked up once again. Her stranger’s mouth was agape, and he was still slowly moving his forearm. She gave him a wink, and a coy smile and shut her windows and curtains immediately. That’s enough right there.

The Kit

Once Liz got home she brought the brown box inside and put it on the table in the kitchen and was getting ready to open it when her phone rang. It was her sister Casey.

Casey was 28, seven years younger than Liz, and six months ago had gone through a bad breakup with her fiancé Carl. They had been together since sophomore year of college and just three months before the wedding Casey had found out Carl had been cheating on her. After first trying to work it out, she discovered that he had been doing it for quite a while and with quite a few women. Casey moved out and into her friend and coworker Jennifer’s apartment and was still trying to put her life back together.

Liz loved her sister and tried very hard to be there when she needed her. Tonight Casey was in a foul mood because she had planned to go out on a date with a guy who had cancelled on her at the last minute. Liz spent 45 minutes talking to Casey and near the end of the conversation they discussed meeting up before the bachelorette party next Saturday.

“Ok, so Jennifer and I will meet you at your place and ride with you to the hotel.” Casey said. “Are you sure that Kara is cool with us sharing a room with you guys?”

“Yes Case, she is fine with it. Jennifer isn’t still worried about the lesbian thing is she?” Liz asked. Jennifer was only 23 and had recently came-out publicly. Liz got a vibe that Jennifer had a crush on her sister, which was the primary reason she let Casey move in. Casey denied it when asked and Liz hadn’t gotten up the nerve to ask Jennifer herself.

“Yes, she is a little, but I told her that none of you cared and that she got a free hotel stay out of it so no one has to drive home and run the risk of a DUI.” Casey replied.

“Ok, listen I haven’t eaten dinner yet, so let me go and don’t worry about that guy, he doesn’t know what he is missing. We need to figure out the final plans for our trip to Vegas later this year.” Liz told Casey and they said their goodbyes. Liz put her cell phone back in her pocket. Then she grabbed her jacket and purse and went to the Chinese place to grab dinner.

After she got home she grabbed a glass of wine and sat on the couch, eating fried rice and leafing through the advertisements and magazines from the mail. Then she turned the TV on and caught up on a few recorded shows, her mind wandering over the phone call with her sister.

She had thought that Carl was a complete loser but her sister had never seen it until it was too late. Now she was trying to date again and had no experience being with another man physically and each date she had been on had been uncomfortable and awkward. Liz had no idea what to do to help Casey out, so she just tried to be supportive.

Around 8:00 Tom called and they talked about each other’s day until about 8:30. Liz didn’t provide many details about her trip to the store, she just told him she had gotten a surprise that she was looking forward to enjoying with him. He asked her about the Goth-girl clerk and Liz told him she wasn’t in, but the woman who was working was much more attractive. Liz spent a few minutes describing Sonja and the interaction, she even mentioned some of the strange feelings that she had experienced.

Liz heard a voice in the background from Tom’s line. She could tell it was Megan, saying something about heading out.

Tom said, “OK dear, I look forward to hearing more about your new fantasy woman but I have to take the clients out for drinks.”

Standard Friday night business week wrap up, Liz thought, then poked fun at him, “What is Megan wearing?”

Tom’s voice indicated that the question flustered him, “Yes, dear, Megan is going too. She will be taking over the Synthcorp account next quarter so I have to give her a good turnover.” Tom told her. Liz could tell his reply was directed to cover Megan standing in the room.

“I bet she’d like you to give her a ‘good turnover’.” Liz nudged him.

She had met Tom because Megan was Becca’s cousin. Liz and Kara were friends with Becca, having all worked together before Becca changed jobs. When she decided to move in with her long time boyfriend, Greg, they hosted a house warming party. Tom and Megan had been co-workers for about a year when Tom broke up with Marcia, his last girlfriend. Megan was trying to see if he’d be interested in her and invited him to the party.

He and Liz met that evening and hit it off right away. Within a couple months Liz was totally in love with him and they moved into an apartment just after their first anniversary together. She found out later that both Kara and Megan had been interested in him. The two of them started to hang out after that night and had become close friends as a result. Kara and Megan still picked on Liz about ‘using her boobs to hypnotize Tom’ and that is why they never had a chance.

Kara’s lithe body had always made Liz a little jealous. Kara was a couple inches shorter than her and mersin escort enjoyed running. Her legs were toned and her muscular ass looked amazing. Liz knew that Kara’s had self issues with her breasts. She barely filled out a B cup and whenever the topic came up she couldn’t help but to talk about Liz’s own full D cup breasts. Kara had often joked about wishing she could steal some of Liz’s breasts, or just borrow.

Megan had never made a big deal out of Liz and Tom getting together and had been supportive of the couple. Tom considered her a friend of his and while Liz knew the two of them flirted, she never worried that he would ever do anything with Megan behind her back. She did have some apprehension about what Megan might be willing to try though based on her own experiences with the woman.

Liz could hear Tom telling Megan he would be right out and then pause. “Ha ha! Maybe she wants an apple turnover.” Tom shot back. “You know though, she did mention earlier that the door between our rooms won’t lock. Do you think that means she wants me to fix her lock with my tool?”

“Ok smart ass, you fix anyone’s lock with that tool and it’ll be staying with me from now on.” Liz said with a laugh. They bantered a few more minutes and then said goodbye.

She had another glass of wine, surfed the net on her iPad and eventually realized it was after 10:00. Taking her glass out to the kitchen she noticed the brown box in the non-descript plastic bag on the table. She laughed at herself. Talking to Casey and falling into her routine she had completely forgotten about her purchase. Even talking to Tom about the store Liz hadn’t mentioned what she had purchased.

She poured herself one more wine and sat down at the table. Carefully, she took out the box, setting the bag aside. It really was like a shoe-box, having a removable lid, instead of opening at the end. Liz opened the box and began to take out the contents. It contained a clear plastic cylinder, about ten inches long and three inches in diameter, open at one end and sealed at the other, ‘like a graduated cylinder from chem. class”, Liz compared in her head. There was also a black plastic cylinder that was half as long as the clear one, solid on one end and with a thin foil film on the other. It reminded Liz of the safety seals on aspirin bottles after you take off the lid. She could tell by shaking it that the black cylinder contained something liquid.

Next she pulled out three sheets of paper, one light green, one light yellow, and one light blue. She looked at the green page. At the top it said ‘Preparation’. The first thing on the paper was a Contents List of what the kit should have in it. There was a warning at the top of the list, “Do not open any of the contents before ready to use. If you open any contents you must use them within an hour or they will not be effective.”

As she read down the list she took out each of the items and set them on the table. First on the list were the two cylinders, the clear one apparently called the ‘Transitional Cylinder’ and the black one containing the ‘Finishing Compound’.

The rest of the list was: a small wooden box with five glass vials in it, each one with a colored liquid and a number on the label from one to five; a Zip-lock bag of powder that resembled a mix of flour and cinnamon; five tubes that looked like small toothpastes, four with a capital letter A on them and another that had a B on it; a small flesh colored candle; a piece of hematite on a leather cord; and an unlabeled green glass bottle that looked like fingernail polish.

According to the descriptions the vials and the powder were the ‘Transitional Medium’ mix. The tubes were called ‘Preparation Compound Base’. Finally, by process of elimination the unlabeled fingernail polish looking bottle was simply called ‘Adhesive’.

Liz wondered, ‘Is it like the stuff they use in movies to make special effects stick to people. Does that mean I could stick it to someone?’

Next was a list of things she would need to gather to complete the process: a mixing bowl, a measuring cup that was at least 2 cups, a spatula, matches, towels, baby oil, and corn starch. She got up and walked to the kitchen cupboards and looked through them quickly, verifying what she had on hand. After her search, Liz made a note in her phone to get some baby oil and corn starch when she was shopping tomorrow. She sat back down at the table and continued reading.

The next section read: “This entire process will take six nights: four nights of preparation, one night of transition and one day for your dildo to cure. Determine the night you want to perform the final part of the transition process. You will have to begin preparing the cock four nights before that evening. Start by shaving the cock’s shaft, base, and scrotum free of hair. Each night, for those four nights turn off all the lights in the room you are in. Light the candle muğla escort included in the kit. Squeeze out the entire contents from one of the tubes marked with an ‘A’ into the palm of your hand. Add a drop of baby oil about the size of a dime and rub together for about a minute. This will result in the Preparation Compound. Using your hands liberally apply the Preparation Compound to the selected cock until it ejaculates. Continue to rub the ejaculate onto the cock until it is completely covered. Blow out the candle and let the cock absorb the Preparation Compound at least an hour. This step will ensure that the dildo will be the most lifelike feeling as possible, it will also aid in removing the dildo from the Transitional Medium.”

Liz looked at the collection of ingredients and picked up a tube with an A on it. It was a plain white plastic tube with a screw top. She thought about opening it, and then remembered she wasn’t supposed to or else it would lose its effectiveness. She set the tube down and picked up the flesh colored candle. About six inches long it was about as big around as a quarter. The wick was not white, it was purple and now that she held it, she could smell a faint scent like salt or seawater.

She set the candle down and continued to read. “Some side effects may include a swelling of the cock in length and width, as well as prolonged erections. These are beneficial in ensuring the best final product. There may be some increased sensitivity in the cock and the area around the base. This is normal and sensitivity in the cock will go away once the dildo is complete. Be cautious, once the Compound is exposed to the ejaculate its properties will be activated for about an hour. While there are no health risks associated, you should avoid contact with female genitalia as similar side effects may occur.”

Liz yawned, the wine was making her drowsy, but the more she read the more turned on she got about the process. ‘Wow what is with all these steps and increased length and width, did I read that correctly?’ Liz thought. She read it again. ‘It could get even bigger?’ It said sensitivity in the cock would go away but it wasn’t clear about the size gain. Liz’s mind started imagining what that might be like. If the dildo was larger than Tom’s cock, would he mind? She didn’t think she would. But what did it mean about similar side effects in female genitalia? ‘If I get it on my clit, will it get bigger and more sensitive too? What would that be like?’ she wondered.

The preparation directions continued. “On the evening that you plan to make your dildo place the necklace included in the kit around your neck and turn off the lights in the room you are in. Light the remainder of the candle provided. Prepare the entire contents of the tube marked ‘B’ in the same manner as tubes marked ‘A’. Rub this onto the cock until it ejaculates. Continue to rub the ejaculate onto the cock until it is completely covered. Please note that the cock will not lose its erection, this is normal. Let it sit quietly for an hour. Leave the candle burning and proceed to follow the directions on the Process page.”

Liz considered what she read, ‘For four nights I will have to play with his cock. Rub the prep lotion into it, maybe get it even bigger. But I won’t be able to use it unless I want to run the risk of making my own clit bigger and even more sensitive.’ She started to think about the frustration a bit. Four nights, well I think I can hold out.

She set the light green page down and picked up the light yellow one. At the top it said ‘Process’. She looked at this paper and it was a step-by-step list of the process that they would go through to get to a dildo from Tom’s cock. She scanned through the steps.

Each one is written pretty clearly and straight forward, Liz thought. The page started with a statement about making sure you gathered your material before you needed it and had it ready to go. It advised that the user make the most out of the hour that the cock was getting ready from the last preparation step.

Most of the steps read like mixing batter for a cake. Some of the steps had warnings and notes at the end. The first step was mixing the Transitional Medium. The five vials of liquid would be mixed in order from one to five with 2 cups of water into the mixing bowl and stirred for at least five minutes. Then the powder would be added and stirred in for another five minutes. Then the user was supposed to pour this Transitional Medium into the tall clear cylinder where it would become gel-like.

Once the cock had been soaking in its final Preparation Compound for at least an hour, the donor was supposed to stay lying down. She would then sit between his legs and raise them, knees up. There was a note about laying towels under him at this point as the next step would be messy.

Then she would move the cock so it pointed down and away from his body. The step noted that this nevşehir escort would ensure that the maximum amount of the cock could fit in the cylinder of Transitional Medium. Now she would slide the cock into the gel filled cylinder until it was all the way to the base of the cock. Some of the gel would be forced out of the cylinder, but could be washed up with warm water later. A note indicated that the donor’s testes would retract into their body, but would not be harmed.

From this point she was supposed to hold the cylinder in place for at least 5 minutes. After 5 minutes she was supposed to rotate the cylinder as far as she could counter-clockwise, hold it for 30 seconds then rotate it again as far as she could clockwise and hold it for 30 seconds. A note said that the donor would experience some pleasurable sensations.

After returning the cylinder to its original orientation she was supposed to pull it away from the donor’s body and the final few steps involved piercing the foil top on the black cylinder and screwing it onto the clear one, then setting them vertically, with the black one on top, and letting it sit for at least 24 hours. Liz figured that what was in the black cylinder was the stuff that would make the dildo in the mold. The note at this point indicated that the donor may seem sleepy, but it was normal and would pass within a few hours.

There was a warning after the last step, “Do not remove the dildo from the Transitional Medium or the Finishing Compound for at least 24 hours. If it is removed before then it will not keep. This is important, if removed before it is cured, it will not be useable and no refund will be issued.”

‘So if I want to have it for the party next Saturday, we should be ready to make it on Thursday night, then it will set up and I can have some fun with it next Friday. That means I have to start the preparation Sunday night after he gets home. I can’t wait to tell him.’ Liz thought.

She set the yellow page down and was getting ready to put the kit back in its box and realized she hadn’t read the blue page. She picked it up and looked at it. It said ‘Care of your dildo’ on the top.

There wasn’t much detail on this page. It said, ‘You now have a perfect dildo made from any cock. It will last you a lifetime with care and maintenance. Be sure to rub baby oil on the dildo at least once a week with bare hands, this will keep it soft and supple. Do not expose your dildo to extreme temperatures. Try to keep it between 50 degrees and 120 degrees Fahrenheit. Optimal storage temperature is 72 degrees Fahrenheit. Store it in a dry place. If you plan to store your dildo for more than a couple weeks, apply a dusting of corn starch and wrap in a clean cotton cloth. Do not expose to water for long periods of time. If the dildo appears to be drying out add baby oil as needed. Do not cut or damage your dildo.’ There were more instructions but as she read them Liz realized they were pretty standard and were probably written to make sure the makers of the kit would be able to avoid providing refunds for any number of reasons.

She thought about the lifetime statement. She recalled Sonja saying something similar. ‘Why would I keep it a lifetime? If I ever break up with Tom, I don’t know if I would want his cock laying around my underwear drawer for someone else to find and get mad about.’ She laughed to herself about that image. ‘I guess I could just give it Kara then, she would be happy to take it off my hands.’

She set the page down and finished putting the kit back in its box. As she picked up the pages to put them in, she noticed something at the bottom of the last page, in small print. She glanced at it. The line was in a font that had to be a 6, maybe a 4, it started with the word ‘Reattachment’ and she could see ’72- hours’ as well. She was having a hard time focusing her eyes on the tiny print. ‘Guess I need to get glasses soon.’ Liz thought as she folded the page back up and put it in the box. Grabbing the bag and box she carried them into her bedroom. She set them on her dresser and went to brush her teeth. She didn’t notice that the bag drifted onto the floor between the dresser and the bookshelf next to it.

While getting ready to go to bed her mind wandered about the different things she could do with her dildo when she had it. Not just sex things, she was really enjoying the idea of showing it off at the party. Maybe even to some other people. She smiled as she imagined what Kara would say when she saw it.

As she finished getting ready for bed, she climbed in. She began to slowly touch her body, moving her hands around her breasts and then one down her belly towards her clit. She slowly massaged her nipple and breast with her left hand while rubbing gently on her clit with her right. Her mind thought about taking the dildo back to the shop and showing it to that first clerk that was there, Sarah. She really was kind of cute now that she thought about it.

Then she thought about Sonja, she had promised to show her if it worked. She imagined handing it over to Sonja. Watching the dark woman hold it and feel it. Liz wondered, ‘Would she ask to use it, to suck it? Would she let me watch as she placed it between her big beautiful boobs?”

The Storm:

The thunder and lightning stopped as quick as it started. It was a quick storm, but a violent one. Not sure of the town’s damage as all electricity cut out a little while ago. I was home alone as my husband was out of town for a few days, but was glad the majority of the storm was over, just a little light rain continuing.

We lived out in the country a little, so when darkness set in and there was no electricity, it was extremely dark.

I called my husband just to let him know I was OK and asked him a few questions about our electricity, what to unplug, what to do with computers, etc, etc. It was calming to hear his voice as I was a little upset from the storm, but all got better after a few glasses of wine I retrieved from a half open bottle of wine I found in the fridge.

I was able to get some minimal light from an old flashlight I found in the kitchen junk drawer. It was faint and I knew it wouldn’t last too long, but it was enough to get me around the kitchen and illuminate what I needed. I looked out the windows and saw leaves and tree limbs all over the yard. Off in the distance I noticed a faint flicker in the darkness at the house next door and finally figured out it had to be a candle with the flickering light going back and forth.

We had meet our neighbors a couple times just briefly, but since we were relatively new in town, we really hadn’t had the chance to know them well. From what we did know, they certainly seemed like nice people. They were older then Mark and I, but most neighbors were as we were the newlyweds of the block. I thought about the pending night, Mark out of town and the batteries dying in the only flashlight I could find, so I got up the courage to venture off to the neighbors to see if they had some extra batteries I could borrow for my flashlight.

I knocked on the door and John answered and invited me in. We talked about the quick storm kütahya escort that blew in and I let him know of my dilemma with no fresh batteries for my flashlight.

He chuckled and said, “No problem, come on in”.

We walked into the kitchen where his wife, Trisha was sitting. She greeted me very nicely and invited me to sit down at the kitchen table while John went to look for batteries for me. The room was not well lite, as it was only the flicker of the candle that illuminated the room, but Trisha looked more stunning then I even remembered. She had long auburn hair, was tall, and had a tight firm body and a pretty smile to boot. John was a lucky man and I think he knew it. Don’t get me wrong, John had a nice athletic physique but you could tell that middle age was catching up to him. I mentioned to Trisha that I at least had a bottle of wine in the fridge at home and she said that’s a great idea to pass the time and got glasses for us and poured us some more that they also had in the fridge.

John was gone for several minutes and finally returned to the kitchen and admitted he could not find the C size batteries that my flashlight needed.

“No problem”, I stated, “it was just a chance”.

John went off to look some more, and Trisha leaned in and whispered in my ear, “Don’t worry, I have lots of C size batteries, my Rabbit vibrator used C size batteries and I have a hidden stash for my use”.

I was shocked she was so open with me and she joked that obviously John was not aware of her hidden stash.

“Obviously, your friend doesn’t use C size”, she chuckled.

I reluctantly admitted to her that I didn’t have a friend like that.

She just laughed and said “You will soon!”.

Trisha went on to say, “I realize you and Mark are newlyweds, but when he’s out of town like he is now, don’t you need some company, if you know what I mean?”. manisa escort

I just blushed.

Trisha asked John to run to the store and buy some batteries for me, some ice and another bottle of wine. She just did this to get John out of the house. After he departed, she returned to the kitchen with a brand new packaged bright pink vibrator and a couple of packs of batteries.

“I just happen to have this one I have yet to open, please take it as my little gift to you” and she winked.

I looked at her and knew I was blushing bright red, but the thoughts overwhelmed me and I just muttered “Thank you”.

“There’s only one catch” Trisha exclaimed.

“What’s that.” I said.

“You need to to show me that you know how to use it”.

I didn’t know what to say, here was this sexy older lady telling me that she wanted to see me pleasure myself with my new vibrator I had just gotten from her. I was very reluctant and almost said No, but the excitement came the better of me, and I noded in agreement.

“Good, the store I sent John to is pretty far away, but we better get started before he gets home.”

We moved over to the living room couch and she was putting the new batteries in the Rabbit while I just watched.

“Well you better get undressed if you’re going to prove to me you know how to use this”.

I slowly removed my top and was standing there in my little bra right in front of her. I was blushing, but the erect nipples gave away my excitement. I unsnapped the bra and let it slip to the floor, my small but firm tits were now on full display for her to see.

“Continue”, she said.

I unzipped my jeans and stepped out of them as I heard a slight hum in the room, it was obvious she got the batteries in and the Rabbit was ready to jump into action. My light blue boy short panties were the only thing I had left on, and mardin escort I knew they were next.

I gathered up the courage and asked, “Are you going to join me?”.

“No this is all about you”, she exclaimed and I slipped off the panties and tossed them on the pile of clothes on the floor.

She handed me the Rabbit as I sat on the edge of the couch. I really didn’t need any warm up as the excitement of stripping naked right in front of her already had my juices flowing. I flicked on the Rabbit and felt the excitement in my hands. It was a whole new experience for me.

Don’t get me wrong, I have masturbated before and even used a dildo, but never had a vibrating one anything like this Rabbit. I slowly moved it down to the little tuft of hair I had just above my now wet glistening slit. The sensation was very erotic and pleasing. I rubbed the vibrating tip over my lips and knew immediately, I was going to love this. Trisha sat back and admired my actions and my body

She told me, “I always wondered what I looked like naked.”

I slowly pushed the Rabbit deeper and deeper into my now soaked pussy and my body was moving in rhythm to the vibrations. This Rabbit had an upper extrusion that was for direct stimulation to the clit. Once the Rabbit was deep enough inside my tight pussy, my clit was touched by this extrusion and it wasn;t more then a few minutes that I shuddered into a very intense orgasm.

I just layed there for a minute and realized I had not only one new friend, but two, the Rabbit and Trisha.

She just smiled and said “John is going to be home soon, you better get dressed”.

Wasn’t more then a few minutes later, John came walking in with a few batteries, some ice and other item’s, and he handed the batteries to me and Trisha walked me to the door with the new friend of mine tucked neatly inside a grocery bag she gave me.

She whispered, “John is out of town next week and it will be my turn to put on a show for you.”

I blushed, smiled and rushed home to continue my investigation of my new found friend.

It was a long night, a few more glasses of wine, several more “O’s” and not much sleep. I had a new found love in my life!!

The packaging was discreet. Still, I skittered shame-facedly away from the mail room, imagining the eyes of my land lady—and everyone else in my apartment complex—following me. Max bought a sex toy! Max needs a girlfriend! God. I forced the box through the horizontal sleeve of my sweatshirt and walked on.

The truth was, I didn’t need a girlfriend. I didn’t want one. I just wanted to experiment. I’d heard of fleshlights, of course. I’d even seen them sold in novelty stores. For some reason, I’d mentally categorized them as something other people used. It never occurred to me that I could buy one for myself. It was strange—even at 25-years-old I sometimes still operated as if I expected my parents to yell at me. I hadn’t lived with my parents for six years. It was time to assert some independence.

I’d approached the purchase with the same consciousness I’d apply to anything. I read reviews, I scrolled through Reddit threads. I even watched a porn vid of a chubby guy with a hairy belly jerking off furiously in front of his Xbox and cat. Some of the fleshlights I reviewed were bizarre: alien-like insides with truly alarming twists and turns. Some came in neon colors. I couldn’t imagine who these models would appeal to. At the conclusion of my research, I’d settled on the Fleshlight: Zenith. It was a newer model and purportedly highly realistic (both reflected in the price—the cost approached my textbook bill for this semester). It came in a range of skin colors and its texture was modeled after normal, human women with non-geometric vaginas. It had the additional benefit of feeling less stigmatizing. It wasn’t a toy, it was practice. I was investing in future relationships by increasing my sexual skill. Perfectly rational.

Back in my apartment, I locked the front door behind me and put the box on the kitchen table. I took a tall glass from the cupboard and set it to fill with hot water. The website claimed that soaking it for a few minutes would create a more realistic kuşadası escort experience. While I waited, I removed the toy from its packaging.

The plastic casing looked like the heavy-duty flashlight my dad kept in the garage. I unscrewed the top and was faced with a hyper-realistic vulva in warm teak. It was molded into intricate folds, a firm clitoris nestled between two sets of lips. The inner lips hung limp and uneven, much like the genuine article. I probed it with two fingers. It certainly didn’t feel like rubber; it was soft as gelatin. I wet my fingers in my mouth then pushed them slowly inside. The internal texture was puffy but rich with uneven bumps; it even curved slightly where the bend of the pubic bone would be. I was so taken aback by the realism that I withdrew my fingers almost immediately. Did they pay someone to make a mold of their vagina?

The glass was full. I unscrewed the back of the fleshlight and withdrew the soft insert. It was transparent and jiggled in my fist, almost Jello-like. I placed it in the water entrance-up and set it to warm in the sink while I changed out of my clothes.

I was still soft. So far, this felt like a scientific experiment. I had to set the right mood. I closed the blinds and turned off the overhead light. I opened a browser on my laptop and started to watch one of my favorite videos. It was a wide-screen shot of a pair of full, natural tits jiggling while their owner bounced lightly on her heels. After a few minutes, she drizzled them with warm oil from above. Thick rivulets arced over the swells of flesh and dripped from her pointed nipples in two, unbroken streams. She began to grope herself. Glossy pudge swelled between splayed fingers, tender nipples were rolled and stimulated. A soft, solitary moan broke the silence. Then the hands disappeared, and she set to bouncing again.

My cock bobbed to life.

When I was fully erect, I went into the kitchen to reassemble kocaeli escort the fleshlight. I patted the insert dry and maneuvered it back into its case. I squirted some water-based lube into a small bowl and warmed it for 20 seconds in the microwave. I took both to my room.

I kneeled on the bed and restarted the video. Even untouched, my cock was sensitive and aching to be fondled. I looked at the fleshlight and felt my first, genuine pull of yearning. I wondered briefly if my expectations were too high.

“It’s just an imitation,” I said aloud, to myself. “Just a tool for self-improvement.”

I scooped a generous portion of warm lube with two fingers and swirled it around inside the toy. My heartbeat quickened. It was irresistibly warm, and with the addition of the lube, more realistic than I’d anticipated. I removed my fingers and wiped them on the sheets.

Huge tits wobbled a foot from my face. I stared. My cock gave an impatient, almost painful twitch. The conditions wouldn’t get any better than this.

I exhaled and slowly pushed my cock into the waiting fleshlight. The silicone innards morphed to contain my girth, rolling snuggly over the base of my head and molding down my shaft as firmly and absolutely as a second skin. I bottomed out and held it there, hardly daring to believe. My cock quivered in its snug, plump casing. This wasn’t just a toy.

This was the softest, gooiest, pussy I had ever known.

I wasn’t able to stay still for long. I slowly slid in and out, the slick, velvet sleeve sealing around my cock with each motion. The gelatinous bumps stimulated every square millimeter of my shaft; while rough, they were also unbearably silky. Vibrations passed into the toy from my shaking hands, creating a sensation like pulsing flesh.

Oh, fuck.

I wanted to weep. Never, not once, had I imagined my cock would know feelings like this. It was also clear that this would be over very soon if I konya escort wasn’t careful. I could already feel my heart hammering in my head. Each slow, teasing thrust was excruciating. The suction was the most voracious, juicy blowjob, the compression the tightest of virgin pussies. The internal nubs alone felt like so many lapping tongues.

And then the slurping. Oh, God. The slurping.

The woman in the video cupped and lifted her massive tits, sending their tops jiggling wildly. I whimpered, my cock pulsing inside the fleshlight. Gently, I rocked back and forth, straining against the attentions of at least six hungry mouths and one shivering pussy. My cock was intoxicated with aching pleasure but the effort of denying its inevitable culmination was proving simply too much to bear. I began to massage my balls as a distraction but they were so sensitive that the sensation forced my eyes into the back of my head.

I rode the absolute knife-point of pleasure for thirty seconds more. And then I heard it.

The moan.

All thoughts of stamina training flew from my mind. I grabbed the fleshlight with both hands and pummeled its gummy depths with sheer desperation. Before my eyes, the great, succulent tits bounced and bounced and bounced and bounced—

I let out an incoherent howl and smashed the fleshlight all the way down. I exploded into the gluey, luscious, pudge with a devastating pleasure, throbs contorting my cock and sending a gush of cum deep inside. I slammed it up and down again and again, pleasure shattering my senses and drawing wild moans as I was wrenched through a dozen layers of mindless ecstasy.

Sweet Fleshlight! The throbbing was beginning to slow, but why stop? It still felt good. For the first time in my life I continued my furious thrusting, my own cream slicking the way, until a second, equally exquisite, orgasm proved imminent. This time, I held the toy still and groaned while its warm, squishy walls milked my cumming cock. Agony. Heaven.

The pulses gradually slowed and the sensation ebbed. Weakened by satisfaction, I slumped over onto my slide and pulled the toy off with a loud squelch. Cum puddled on the sheets. I settled into my pillows, already half asleep.

I was going to get a lot of practice.

With apologies to “The Perils of Pauline.”

*

Sweet Sue was a darling and very sweet girl. Not only was she sweet, she was stacked! And I mean stacked. As a poet once said of his girl “she was built like burlap bag full of bobcats, she had it to-gether!” That was Sweet Sue, she had it together. But let’s take her from top to bottom, shall we? Now, that’s not to say that her bottom was any less desirable than the rest of her, but we need to start somewhere.

Okay, Sweet Sue stands exactly 5 foot 2 and weighs a curvy 135 pounds. The weight may throw you off so wait, it’ll soon become self-explanatory. Okay let’s see we’ve got 5-2, 135 . . . oh, yeah, she has a full head of long strawberry blonde hair that kind of flips at the end. It’s long enough to caress her beautifully rounded toosh, but wait we’ll go over that in just a sec. Like I said, her hair has that slightly reddish tinge of blonde and her wide eyes are so sparkling blue that you’d swear she stole the color from the sunny waters of the Gulf of Mexico. She had the cutest little button nose you’d ever want to see and the sweetest bow for a mouth, which was naturally the same color that she painted her long pretty fingernails and her cute dainty toes, a brilliant red. That was her favorite color, so although she sometimes got bored and painted them some other color, she’d always come back to this one.

Her face had the chiseled features of her part-Swedish ancestry with the American looks of her half-breed Huron Indian father. Her complexion managed to attain a honey-gold color that made you want to run your tongue over it just to taste it’s sweetness. But the best part of her was her breasts — they were huge! They were so big that they were almost caricatures of large mammaries — and she was proud of them, they got her everything she wanted. One sight of her 52-EEEE . . . EEE . . . EE . . . E, whatever — was usually enough to open any door for her. She could have robbed a bank and nobody — make that, no man — would ever remember what she looked like. But she was an honest girl, making money in the muck-raking business of Private Investigations. But I digress.

Sweet Sue’s waist was fairly slender, she’d never had a pregnancy, her hips just naturally flared out to counterbalance her treasure chest. She was tres hourglass, her waist of 30 inches blossomed out to hips of 44 inches. Her thighs were exquisitely rounded and firm, feeding down into nicely shaped calves, slender ankles and a pair of tinily small, very adorable feet. Wow! Well, that’s Sweet Sue.

As I accidentally mentioned, Sweet Sue was a Private Investigator. She liked what she did. Her company was aptly named “Film At Eleven” because her favorite pastime was taking pictures and she could sneak a camera into almost anywhere. Hell, she didn’t even have to sneak it, she could carry it and men’s eyes would be so full of her tits that she could literally carry in a full-size television camera and nobody would notice. Right now she lay in bed with her favorite companion, having just completed a good-paying job.

“Oh, Smokey,” she crooned, “you are so wonderfully large and handsome,” she crooned, “just look at you lying there, all thick and long, so nicely rounded and heavy,” her sighs quickly turned into pants of lust as she caressed her companion’s steely length and girth, “you’re always ready, aren’t you, Baby, always willing to satisfy me so completely, aren’t you.”

She picked up the K-frame Smith & Wesson .44. He had such a cute little nose, but when she screwed on his silencer (I don’t know, do they make silencers for .44’s? They’d have to be pretty big, I guess, hence the story line), anyway when she screwed on his silencer he grew into an impressive little beast. He became a big and long and round and heavy brute that fully loaded, and with his hard on, weighed almost six pounds. He was knurled down his full length hard-on and Sweet Sue had mischievously added decorative, but wickedly delightful, rubber bumps on him. She really loved her smoking gun.

“Oh, yes, you’re my wovey-dovey,” she baby-talked him, “my sweetest most wonderful wovey-dovey,” she screwed on the heavy silencer, sighing with the thrill of it as she rubbed his cool frame up and down her hot body. She slipped his heavy black hard-on up between her full, ripe breasts, jiggling them enticingly as she dripped a little gun oil on them to ease his upward slide.

“Oh-h-h-h,” she whimpered, “it’s so-o-o-o good, Bay-bee-ee.”

She squeezed her huge tits together as he fucked his hard length through them. His long, heavy — thick — gun-oil dripping thickness pushed out of the tops and she bent and tongue kissed his round, smokey hole tasting the wonderful flavor of the oil and gunpowder mixed, her nostrils flaring with his wonderful petroleum smell. He was cumming already, she could feel it and she wanted him to oil up her insides.

“Oh, baby,” she moaned, “I really need your steely body in me . . . oh, god, do I ever.”

The kahramanmaraş escort heavy steel of him slid down her body. His grip turned up as he slid backward over her gently rounded tummy. She felt his rear sight part her fat pussy lips, unyieldingly mauling her soft aching clittie.

“Oh-Baby!” she cried out in a mix of pain and delight, “not so rough! Oh-h-h, gawd, you’re so mean and rough,” she panted as the narrow barrel ballooned out into the hard, roughly knurled silencer.

“Oh-Baby!” she moaningly cried out, “Oh-Baby! Oh-h-h-Bay-bee-ee!” she lifted her knees bringing her tender little heels up against the firm roundness of her ass cheeks. Smokey, the .44 Smitty, tipped slightly, the business end dragging over her clittie, just before sliding into her softly yielding femininity.

“Oh-oh-oh-ah-h-h,” she yelped, “not so rough, Baby! Oh, god, you know I really like it rough, don’t you,” and she giggled and pushed her hips into him, moving up and down, burying the round length of hard steel as far as it would go into her.

“Oh-whoa-agh-GH-GH!!” she cried out as the twelve inches of steel and fiberglass suddenly slammed all the way up, banging his trigger guard hard against her clitoris. She cried out again, a little squeal of pain and pleasure, his explosive black cum-hole pressing tightly against her softly yielding cervix as she came. Her finger caressed the trigger of his cum-loads, wanting Smokey to cum, but knowing that when he did — not if, because she knew that one day he would cum — that he would send her into cum oblivion and it would be the last time they would play together. Still — Sweet Sue let him shaft her a few more times, cumming a little more gently each time as he finished.

She loved the feel of him, the steely hardness of him, his complete maleness. No man could ever make her feel like this, so flatly helpless, knowing that he had the power to take her completely and unconditionally — the power to finish her off. She left him in her slick, wet softness as she rolled with him, onto her side, carefully keeping his heavy body tucked inside her. They napped tiredly for a while.

She woke up feeling the goodness of Smokey rocking into her and she came several more times before putting a stop to his antics. She had to get dressed and meet a client. Sweet Sue could sense Smokey’s disappointment, he was still hard after all, but business was business. She took him apart and tucked his hardness into his soft leather case. She’d had it especially made for him as his cock cozy. It was pretty heavily cum-stained because she sometimes had to have him and didn’t bother to pull his cover off. She then slipped on a jock support and Smokey went into it. It was his favorite spot, up high between her legs where he split her lips and she could feel his steely hardness, bare steel rubbing her delightfully. They both liked him there, keeping her totally aroused. She picked out a knee length full skirt and held it out for Smokey to see.

“What d’you think, honey, this oughta cover you pretty good down there, hm-mm?”

He hung pretty good in his support strap, but she put on the elastic panties over it to hold him pressed on her clittie where his trigger guard could do the most good, the grip upward and pressing on her mons.

“Um-m-m, you feel so good,” she whispered, caressing the upside down steel from the front sights to the handle, “real nice,” she whispered, “I can’t wait until we get back home tonight,” then she giggled, “might not wait,” she jiggled him against her vulva, “we might just find a bathroom somewhere and be naughty there.”

She giggled again and inspected herself in the mirror trying to decide if she should wear a bra today. She had a humongous rack, but they didn’t sag of hang down to look at her toes as if in shame, hell, they didn’t even hang to her lower ribs and were nowhere near her belly-button. Nah, no bra, just let them roam free. She grabbed a top with only two buttons that fit pretty loose and really let her boobs bounce, tied the tails and left her cutely pierced belly button bare. She wore a little silver bell in the piercing and it tinkled when she panted in lust — it tinkled when she panted, period, but it sounds sexier when we say it tinkled with her lust.

She picked up her leather folder with the blank contracts, checked that her .357 was safely stashed in her shoulder bag and with a final caress to Smokey’s rear sights and a little scootch to rub him on her clitoris, she headed out the door. Smokey bounced in his cradle, jolting unyieldingly against her pussy and sending thrilled goose bumps up her spine.

**** *** ** * * * ** *** ****

Johnny “Big John” Littlejohnson stared at Sweet Sue, his mouth watering as she spoke. He could almost see his long two and a half or three inches of hard dick sliding between her overgrown breasts.

“So, Mr. Littlejohnson,” Sweet Sue used her cutest little girl voice on him, lulling him, kastamonu escort knowing that with his little dick he probably preferred tiny girls.

Her voice sent his thoughts into lustful fantasies, all involving Sweet Sue and her beautiful “ass-ets,” any way, to continue . . .

“I charge 250 dollars an hour, and if you want me to suck your cock, it’ll be an extra 500 per day,” she stood and swirled her skirt so that there was nothing between her ass and the leather of the arm chair, other than her rubber panties and Smokey, as she sat.

“Wha-at,” Littlejohnson jerked back to reality.

“I said that I charge 250 per hour and if you want me to stand a stake-out, it’ll be an extra 500 per day,” she repeated.

“Oh, oh, oh-kay,” he smiled, money the farthest thing from his mind. He could swear she wanted his body, she was peering at him wide-eyed and her mouth attractively moist.

“And you want me to get film of your wife with her boyfriends, right?”

She put on a pair of reading glasses, looking so adorably grown-up that he smiled as she scribbled on her pad, then pulled out a contract and wrote on it, filling in several blanks.

“Name,” she mumbled scribbling, “John Littlejohnson,” she bit her tongue cutely as she wrote, squirming a little on Smokey.

“That’s Big John,” he interrupted, “just call me Big John,” and he smiled ingratiatingly.

“Of course, Mr — uh, Big John,” she gave him her sexiest smile and he almost creamed in his pants as she licked her lips afterward.

She licked her lips because Smokey was teasing her clitoris with his trigger guard.

“And two-fifty,” she went back to mumbling, “five-hundred, date is . . .” she checked the pocket watch pendant which liked to hide in her plenteous cleavage, “okay . . .” then she looked over the contract, making sure that all her blanks were filled in.

“Okay, Mr. Littlejohnson — ”

“Big John,” he interrupted her.

“Of course . . . Big John,” she grinned hornily, Smokey kept rubbing her gently and persistently, but that wasn’t it, she always got horny when she filled out a nice fat contract, “yes, well,” her eyes went wide as Smokey pressed her clitoris with his trigger guard again and she shivered with a little cummer, leaking her creamy stuff onto the seat. She’d have to find somewhere private soon and let him have his way with her before he embarrassed her in front of the client.

“Big John,” she spoke breathlessly, “I just need your signature here,” she laid the contract in front of him, “it’s just a standard contract detailing what we discussed and the prices we agreed on,” Sweet Sue dimpled, her lips moist as she smiled.

He could swear that she was horny and wanted him and he knew that he was just the man to take care of her horny need. He smiled lasciviously at her as he reached for the contract. He took a quick glance at the numbers and frowned as he read them.

“Did we agree on . . .” he looked up and was instantly struck by her out-thrust breasts as she shifted in her seat to let Smokey caress her pussy.

“Hm-m?” Sweet Sue looked at him questioningly her eyes wide and her pupils fully dilated as Smokey kept up his steady pressure on her suddenly gushing cunt.

Big John forgot the contract in his hand as he watched her squirm and shudder gently, realizing that she had just cum all over his leather armchair and wondered what it would taste like when he got a chance to lick it.

“R-r-right, th-th-th-there, Mr., uhm, uhm, Mr., uhm, ah-h-h,” she eased back, “er-r, Big John,” she pointed a trembling finger at the bottom of the page.

He wanted to ask her if she had just cum, but dared not. He was going to take it slow and seduce her. Yeah, that was it, he was going to seduce her. He could already tell that she had the hots for him.

“Here?” he pointed, smiling and doing a Groucho Marx with his eyebrows.

“Ye-ye-yeah,” she stammered out again, “right there.”

Without further argument, Big John scribbled his signature across the bottom of the page. She quickly snatched it up, Smokey had only been teasing her and she wanted his entire hard length in her, so she hurriedly glanced down, no sense rushing a signature, better to do it right the first time than to have to come back, it was a much harder sell then. It looked good so she smiled sexily at him, an overflow smile from Smokey’s teasing, ripped his copy off the back and shoved the contract in her folder.

“Gotta go,” she crooned in her low sexy voice.

“Oh-oh-oh-kay,” he was almost creaming on himself as he spotted the wet spot she’d left on his arm chair, “yes-s-s,” he thought to himself.

“Muh-muh-muh-maybe we can have a d-d-d-drink together after the job’s over,” he smiled ingratiatingly.

“I don’t see why not,” she gave him the full wide-eyed dimpled smile, making his humongous 3 inches stand up, as he wondered why she didn’t notice how hard he kayseri escort was for her.

Big John grinned back, his eyes on the arm chair’s seat and, as she rushed out, he jumped over his desk and dropped to his knees, pressing his face into the wetness she’d left behind. He moaned as he rubbed his face on it then pressed his lips to it, running his tongue to get the last flavor of it. His hard little penis jerked and he shot a quick, tiny little squirt into his loose briefs. He wanted her bad and he knew that she wanted him just as bad. He just had to make it happen. He had so much money that he could have sex with the governor herself if he wanted to, so he should be able to afford that bit-titted bitch. He ran his tongue over Sweet Sue’s leavings, noticing an extra slickness and a tang to it that tasted faintly of gun oil. It didn’t taste half-bad. With the side of his face pressed to the seat, he buzzed for his personal “secretary.”

A few minutes later a tiny very young-looking, but definitely old enough, black “girl” came wiggling in. Compared to Sweet Sue, she was flat as a board, even with the pair of 36-C’s she sported. She smiled as she saw him on his knees in front of his special chair. She closed and locked the door behind her, walked across to the secretary’s entrance and closed and locked that door too, then she stripped to her stockings and shelf bustier. Showing off her new crotchless thong with her seven inches of stiff cock hanging out of the split.

Big John looked up at her and smiled expectantly as she unlimbered a long paddle with a short handle. He came up on his feet, his arms still hugging the seat bottom, his face pressed to the wet leather. The girl, Brandywine Jones, quickly and expertly yanked his trousers and underwear down around his ankles.

“Oh, yes-s-s-s, baby,” he moaned, “yes-s-s-s,” she ran her fingers down his ass feeling the welts she’d left there earlier and poking a couple of well-oiled fingers in his throbbing ass-hole. God, this was one horny, little-dicked white boy and she grinned. He paid her good to take care of him, though, so she didn’t mind, ‘sides, it got her so hot, her guy got the benefit of all the overflow sex.

Brandywine flaunted her fat cock, — she was really a cross-dressing faggot with breast enhancements — and stroked it a few times to bring it even stiffer than it was. White boy was going to get his ass stuffed after he got it paddled she thought, that oughta be good for hundred dollar bonus. She leaned into Big John’s ass and rubbed her cock along his anus.

“Gonna fuck yer ass after I warm it up real good,” she promised Big John in her strong bass voice, “um-mm, hm-mm, fuh dam’ sho’ I is.”

“Oh, baby,” Big John moaned, “oh, baby,” all the talk was turning him on even more.

Brandywine ran a practiced hand over Big John’s round cheeks once more, then leaned back and took a batter’s stance. Then drawing the paddle back, took a couple of practice swings, making Big John groan in anticipation. She took a hard swing, leaning into it as if batting a home run. The whistling of the paddle ended in a solid “thwack” as it landed on Big John’s ass. His screeching yelp almost drowned it out.

“OH, BABY,” he cried out, “OH, BABY, DO IT AGAIN,” and he whimpered as the stinging sank home, “oh, oh, oh, baby, it hurts so goo-oo-ood.”

Then again Brandywine let him have his wish. Big John cried out again and again each time, growing hoarse and delirious from the thrilling pain.

The sweat was pouring from Brandywine as she took a break. She poured them each a sherry and sipped hers as she walked back to Big John, her big cock bobbing and waving to the swinging of her hips. She was getting horny as hell, but she knew that if she wanted a good tip, she’d have to hold off. She needed to warm his ass up good before she punked him and jacked him off.

He was still on his feet, his shoulders and face resting on the seat cushion, so she rolled him over so his shoulders and upper back were on the seat. Because of his painful ass, instead of sitting on the floor, Big John half-squatted on his heels. Kind of like a backward crab. Big John reached for the glass but she pulled it back as she got an idea.

“Open yo’ mouth, turd-breath,” she ordered.

Big John opened his mouth and smiled, it was a new game. Brandywine grinned and dropped her thick cock into Big John’s mouth. Big John automatically pursed his lips around it, it wasn’t new, he thought, they’d played “suck me, suck you” before, but this time, was different.

“Open yo’ mouf an’ hol’ my cock innit,” Brandywine ordered.

“Hmm-mm,” maybe it was a new game Big John did as ordered.

Brandywine then drizzled the sherry onto her cock, letting it run into Big John’s mouth. Big John slurped and suckled on it. Um-um. Tasted better than her cum. It didn’t take long, they both finished their sherrys quickly and Brandywine replaced the glasses on the bar.

“Suck it little while, slut,” she smiled.

Big John gave it a couple of half-hearted pulls and she snorted in disgust. She help him up and turned him around and made him bend over the chair again. She may have been a tiny thing, but she was a well-hung little thing. As mentioned already, her cock was a full seven inches and nicely thick around.