Summary: Black seductress turns racist white woman community greeter.

Note 1: This story is part of a series of white women submit to black women stories…although each story stands complete on their own. The first one was Straight White Girls: A Pet Teacher which introduced our black seductress Janet as she seduced her daughter’s teacher…me.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, Wayne and goamz86 for editing this story.

Note 3: Thanks to Taff who suggested the orginal idea.

0. Prologue

“You bought a house in the Whiteside suburb?” Asked a surprised, but amused Katrina.

“It’s the final frontier,” Janet smiled.

“I suppose so,” Big Rosie chuckled, as she let out a moan.

Janet continued, “It wasn’t easy, but with your inside connections with Governor Daphne Green, that racist committee couldn’t legally prevent the purchase.”

“It’s good to have connections,” Big Rosie laughed. “She loves my pussy.”

“As they all do, isn’t that right, slut Jasmine?” Katrina added.

The white teacher of Janet’s twelfth grade daughter, Bethany, lifted her head from Rosie’s addictive pussy and answered, “Yes, mistresses, all us white sluts love black pussy.”

“What about you, slut Portia?” Katrina questioned.

Another white woman, immaculately dressed, the wife of a rich business man, busy between Janet’s legs, answered, “Of course, Mistress, black pussy is all I want to serve.”

Katrina chuckled, pulling up the blonde eighteen year old cheerleader, “Lastly, what about you our new pussy-pleasing recruit?”

The blonde, a younger version of her mother Portia, her face gleaming with pussy juice stammered, “I-I-I don’t know.”

“Are you our white cunt-licker?” Katrina asked.

“I guess,” the pretty young girl said, clearly nervous, as she glanced to her mother, whose head was buried between a pair of black legs licking away hungrily.

“You guess?” Katrina scolded. “Do you want to keep licking my cunt?”

“Yes,” the blonde admitted instantly, the feeling of pleasing this black woman exhilarating even though she couldn’t explain why. The thought that her racist dad would be mortified by seeing his wife and daughter submitting to the inferior race, his words, somehow enhanced the pleasure of her submission.

“And you want to please me again and again?” Katrina questioned.

“Yes,” the young girl agreed, her gaze returning to the pretty pink pussy between those beautiful black legs.

“Who owns you?” Katrina asked.

The question was confusing at first and she didn’t answer.

Katrina asked, “Slut Portia who owns your mouth, cunt and ass?”

“All black women, of course,” Portia answered as if the question was obvious, looking up from between Janet’s legs and towards her bewildered daughter.

The daughter stared at her mom confused, as Katrina continued, “We expect complete obedience, my pet. We, of course, know what is good for you, don’t we slut Portia?”

“Yes, Mistress, my daughter and I are your willing servants,” the older woman admitted, nodding to her daughter with a firm look of do as you’re told, before adding, “Belinda obey, they are the Mistress race.”

The young blonde looked dazed for a moment, but then the clarity that often comes once a white woman has tasted the addictive black nectar hit her and she turned back to the beautiful black goddess and said, “I am yours, Mistress.”

“Good girl,” Katrina purred, pulling the pretty eighteen year old back between her legs.

Belinda licked with a new hunger and mission, suddenly understanding completely her submissive position, the taste of black pussy something she couldn’t fathom not tasting again now that she had sampled perfection.

Just then Katrina’s daughter Barbara, an eighteen year old beauty, walked in and seeing Belinda gasped, “You got me my arch enemy?”

“Consider it an early Christmas present my dear,” Katrina said.

“This is the best present ever,” Barbara said, looking down at the stuck-up blonde bitch.

She asked, giddy with excitement, so many ideas on what she planned to do with her in her head, “Can I take her upstairs?”

“Of course, my dear, she’s your present; you can take her mother too,” Katrina added.

“You’re the best Mom,” Barbara said, coming over and giving her a big hug.

Katrina pulled the young blonde’s hair lifting her head up and explained, “You have been a very big bitch to my daughter for a long time. That, by the way, is why I went after your mother, not that she was much of a challenge, eagerly munching my cunt the day I met her. You, my pet, will obey my daughter without hesitation.”

Belinda stammered, even though she was mortified to realize that not only had she been caught eating a black girl’s vagina, it was the vagina of the mother of the nerdy girl she picked on at school, “Y-y-yes.”

“You want to eat my nigger cunt?” Barbara asked. “Isn’t that what you called me at school the escort bayan other day?”

“Yes, Barbara,” Belinda admitted, her racist attitude now seeming so silly. “Please let this white bitch eat your cunt to apologize for being such a bitch.”

“Oh, I am going to have fun with you,” Barbara said, her tone ominous with her naughty intent to completely humiliate the white bitch who had tormented her all throughout high school.

Jasmine, who had made Big Rosie come, had now crawled between Janet’s legs, thankful not to be seen by any of her students other than Janet’s daughter Bethany, as Janet continued, “I think we will have a big house warming just before Christmas.”

“Whiteside isn’t going to know what hit them,” Big Rosie laughed.

As Janet, began grinding her cunt on the eager white teacher, she nodded, “it’s going to be a very, very white Christmas for me.”

“And a very, very, black Christmas for them.” Big Rosie added.

WELCOME TO THE NEIGHBORHOOD

Moving into the new community felt like the ending of segregation of southern schools in the 1960’s and 1970’s.

Every set of white eyes watching the black family was judging with a preconceived notion of who they were. Ignoring the reality that the Jones were a very successful family, more successful than almost every white family in this walled community.

Mr. David Jones was a CEO of one of the biggest telecommunications companies and was well respected in the business community, yet here in the gated community of Whiteside he was a threat to a way of life that had to be protected at all costs.

Janet was prepared for the looks she would get of disdain, bitterness and pure racial hatred, yet the thought of turning some of the richest whitest bitches in America into her submissive playthings was her greatest challenge yet. Her daughter, Bethany, although just eighteen had also learned the alluring power she had over white girls and women when the power struggle confrontation took place.

Janet had taught her daughter that the majority of white women lived in a world of denial…following society’s silly rules of uppity pretentiousness and thus never coming to grips with their own sexuality. And although there were exceptions to the rule, most white women were submissive and desperately looking for someone to guide them into the world of sexual obedience…even if they didn’t realize it.

Janet believed the more taboo the submission the more powerful and nothing was more taboo than lesbian submission for a white than with a black woman…racism was alive and well in 2014 and thus the greatest taboo.

She also noticed white women in power (either via their jobs or as wealthy wives) are the most vulnerable to the undeniable allure of a seductive black woman. Living the life of high society and false perfection was always too much to keep up and letting loose sexually by giving in completely to another person, particularly something naughty and sinister, like a black woman was almost impossible to resist once it was presented.

Bethany reflected on her first seduction, her Chemistry teacher, Mrs. Currie. She had simply followed her mother’s advice and aggressively verbally assaulted her second favourite white teacher, her mother already having seduced her favourite, Mrs. Walker, at parent-teacher interviews. Her mom confidently predicted that although Mrs. Currie was very proper, sweet and firm, underneath that tough exterior was a submissive who would obey, after a weak pathetic moral resistance. As usual, her mom was correct and Mrs. Currie submitted with very little resistance and Bethany had her teacher licking her cunt in her classroom almost daily the rest of the first semester.

Bethany was both excited about the possibility of new white women and girls to Domme, but also full of trepidation of being the only black teenager in the neighbourhood.

Janet was only excited. She loved the challenge and couldn’t wait to start turning these white bitches…as it was the season of giving after all…and she was going to give these women a whole new outlook on life one stuck-up racist bitch at a time.

…..

Tamara Adler, head of the welcoming committee, reluctantly brought over a welcome package to the new residents. She wasn’t happy at all about a black family moving in, but she wasn’t going to show that side of herself as she greeted them into the close knit community.

The immaculately dressed white woman knocked on the door and was surprised when a white woman in her thirties, opened the door, dressed in a maid’s outfit with a skirt so short the top of her black thigh high stockings were in view.

Tamara stammered, “Is the lady of the house here?”

“Yes, ma’am,” the very pretty redheaded maid answered, “Please come in.”

Tamara walked in curiously and watched the maid go into the living room and say, “Mistress Jones, you have a guest.”

“Please bring her in,” Janet said.

“Of course, Mistress,” the maid replied before returning to the stunned blonde and offering, görükle escort “Please follow me ma’am.”

Tamara couldn’t believe that this black family had a white maid or that the beautiful white woman would dress so inappropriately and call a black women mistress. Tamara followed and was surprised again when she finally saw the new tenant of 243 Parkway Road. She was very pretty, dressed elegantly, with her feet being massaged by another white woman, this girl much younger, maybe twenty, dressed identically to the redheaded maid.

Janet snapped her fingers and the young brunette stopped instantly, stood up and awaited further orders.

Janet slipped her feet into four inch heels which had her towering over her maid and new guest. She walked over to the white woman, her next prey, and said, “Hi, I’m Janet Jones.”

Tamara was still trying to get her head around the black woman having white servants (although Tamara had three black servants herself) as she stammered, out of her element, “H-h-hi, I am Tamara Adler and I’m part of the welcoming committee.”

“How lovely,” Janet smiled, assessing the fake-titted blonde.

“Here you go,” Tamara said, handing the black woman the expensive package.

“Thank you,” Janet said, snapping her fingers as the young brunette quickly came and took the package.

Tamara, still in awe of the pretentious black woman and the fact that she had white servants, was speechless.

“Come sit down and have a coffee,” Janet said smiling.

“No, no, that is okay,” Tamara insisted.

“Oh, I insist,” Janet said, “it is the least I can do. Turning to the redhead she ordered, “Please bring us coffee and biscuits.”

“Right away, Mistress,” the redhead nodded and disappeared into the kitchen.

“Please sit,” Janet offered politely, but yet with a tone that implied it wasn’t a suggestion.

Although she wanted to leave, Tamara felt inclined to stay even though she couldn’t explain why.

“So, what do you do for a living?” Janet asked, sitting back down herself.

“I don’t work,” Tamara admitted, adding, “very few of us do in this community. That said, we have a very active female community.”

“How so?” Janet asked, curious to find out more about this white community so she could bring it down and knowing that soon indeed there would be lots more female activity.

Tamara answered, “PTA meetings, charity fundraisers, bridge afternoons and so forth.”

“Sounds like fun,” Janet smiled.

The redheaded maid returned with a tray with coffee and biscuits.

“How do you like your coffee, Tamara?” Janet asked.

“It’s Mrs. Adler,” Tamara corrected, before saying, “Just black please.”

“A very good choice, Tamara,” Janet smiled, ignoring the white woman’s early correction and playing on her coffee preference which would soon be her sexual cunt munching preference.

“Barbie, please pour my guest her coffee?” Janet ordered.

“Of course, Mistress,” the redheaded maid agreed, pouring a cup of black coffee.

Tamara couldn’t believe the maid’s name was Barbie.

Returning to the conversation, Janet said, “So it sounds like you ladies have a lot of fun.”

Tamara, realizing she had told her too much, not wanting the black woman to actually think she could be a part of this female society, said, “Oh, it is pretty bland most of the time.”

“Oh, I bet I can liven it up with a bit of color,” Janet quipped, playfully.

Tamara warned, deciding it was time, “I suggest you be careful. There is a long history here.”

“How so?” Janet asked, wanting to hear Tamara say it.

Tamara sighed, not wanting to speak about the elephant in the room. “It’s just some people here are still living in the past.”

“You mean because I’m black,” Janet asked bluntly.

“Yes,” Tamara admitted. “Some here are quite unhappy that you have moved into our community.”

“Well that is disappointing,” Janet said, before asking, her tone implying disappointment, “Are you one of those?”

Tamara stammered suddenly feeling uncomfortable, “N-n-no.”

“You sure?” Janet asked.

Tamara couldn’t believe this woman, this black woman, would dare speak to question her so rudely. “This is ridiculous.”

“What is ridiculous is white women thinking they are better than other races,” Janet said.

“I don’t think that,” Tamara said, even though that was what she had always thought, yet until now she had never spent this much time face to face with a woman of colour who wasn’t a servant of hers or a friends.

“Is that so?” Janet asked.

“Yes,” Tamara said, trying to stand firm.

“Do you have maids?” Janet questioned.

“Of course,” Tamara answered.

“Are they white?” Janet asked.

“No,” Tamara admitted.

“Why not?” Janet asked.

“Because that is not how the social hierarchy works?” Tamara boldly answered, wanting to make it clear how this white community ran.

“And how does it work?” Janet asked.

“You know how it works,” Tamara countered, bursa elit escort not backing down.

“Oh please share, I am just a dumb nigger,” Janet sarcastically said standing up.

“Don’t put words in my mouth,” Tamara said, standing up too. “You have white maids which makes you just as racist as me.”

Janet laughed, attempting to clarify, “My maids are servants to their sin.”

“Excuse me?” Tamara asked, the words not making sense.

“As you will soon be too,” Janet foreshadowed, as she walked directly to the white woman.

“This whole conversation is ridiculous,” Tamara said, as she began to leave.

“Stop,” Janet ordered.

Tamara surprisingly felt compelled to obey and stopped.

Janet moved in front of the nervous blonde again and asked, “Are you hungry?”

Tamara said, sensing something was amiss, “I should get going.”

Janet, staring her down with her hypnotic chocolate eyes, repeated, “I asked you a simple question, are you hungry?”

“A little, it’s close to lunch,” Tamara answered, feeling obliged to answer this strong willed pretentious woman.

“Well then you should stay for lunch,” Janet concluded logically.

“I really have to go,” Tamara said, feeling completely uncomfortable around this tall, beautiful woman. ‘Did I just think of her as beautiful?’ She thought to herself.

“Yes, you do need to go somewhere,” Janet nodded, before adding, her tone firm, “On your knees.”

“Excuse me,” Tamara gasped, stunned by the words of the black woman.

Janet loved seeing the look of a white woman when the true expectation she was giving was first spoken. The look of shock was always utterly hilarious.

“On…your…knees,” Janet said, speaking slower, her sarcastic tone obvious.

“I have never,” Tamara said insulted, yet not moving away like she theoretically should.

“Never what? Eaten black pussy?” Janet smugly said.

“Stop this instant,” Tamara said, as Janet put her hands on the white woman’s shoulders.

“You already know how this is going to end,” Janet smiled confidently, before adding, “you can not deny your DNA.”

“You are just talking nonsense,” Tamara said, although she couldn’t seem to move away from this black woman and her confident seductive pull.

“Am I?” Janet asked. “I bet if I put my hand under your designer dress your pretty little white box is soaked and begging for attention.”

“That is just downright ludicrous,” a defiant Tamara firmly replied, even as she realized the black woman was completely right, her panties were drenched.

“Is it?” Janet laughed. “Barbie please check if Mrs. Adler’s cunt is wet.”

“You will do no such thing,” Tamara threatened, as the redheaded maid walked towards her.

“Don’t you dare move, my pet. If I am wrong I will apologize and we will never talk about this again. Actually, if your cunt isn’t wet I will sell this house and let this neighbourhood return to its 1950s idyllic backwards white utopia,” Janet said, her tone firm, and so confident in her words she was willing to risk everything.

Tamara wanted to protest, frustrated that her body had betrayed her so badly. She could have stopped this whole silly black infestation if she were dry down below, but she wasn’t, not at all. She watched helplessly, mortified by her weakness, as the redhead dropped to her knees, moved her head under Tamara’s dress and touched her wetness.

Tamara let out a soft moan at the surprise touch.

Still under the dress, the redhead announced, “Her panties are soaking wet, Mistress.”

“Thank you, Barbie,” Janet said, as she went to a tree and grabbed a candy cane.

Unwrapping it, she put it in her mouth, before saying, “You may return to your other duties.”

“Of course, Mistress,” the maid obeyed, moving out from underneath the stunned white woman.

Tamara stammered, “I-I-I need to go.”

“You need to get on your knees,” Janet said firmly, her hands going back to her shoulders and gently pushing down the white women.

Tamara tried to resist, but the magnetic pull to the floor was impossible to deny and she felt her body lowering. She couldn’t understand it; she was not a lesbian; she disliked black people on principle; yet, she was obeying like a slave. “Please, don’t,” Tamara weakly protested.

“Don’t what?” Janet asked, looking down at her dazed prey.

“I don’t, I am not, I can’t,” Tamara tried to explain but her brain was clouded, as the black woman lifted up her skirt and revealed a shaved pussy.

“I can see the hunger in your eyes, Tamara,” Janet assessed, looking down at her newest conquest. “Your mind is protesting, your morals are screaming at you, but your body, your body is in control. Your mouth is watering isn’t it?”

Frustration riddled her. Everything Tamara said was a hundred percent correct. She knew this was wrong, that her daddy and husband would be mortified and disown her if they could see her at this moment, yet her body betrayed her and her mouth did water at the appetizing vagina in front of her. “Yes,” she whispered meeker than a mouse.

“Yes, what?” Janet asked, loving this moment. The moment of admittance when the pretentious white bitch accepts and declares her new reality. The look in the white woman’s eyes, one of confusion and insatiable lust, was always amusing.

Warning: This story contains incest, futanari, forced sex, slight body stretching (big dick/lots of cum deforming a stomach), and if you don’t like these themes then STOP READING. I know it took a while., but here’s chapter five. Enjoy!

*****

“How do I look, Jen?” Amanda asked, smirking at the surprised look on her sister’s face. Jenny was kneeling by Amanda’s bed, completely naked. Her arms were cuffed behind her back, and she was sitting up straight so her tits were pushed forward. The little silver rings through her nipples always caught Amanda’s eye when she looked at her slut.

“G-great, Master. You look… incredible.” Jenny’s voice was almost a whisper. Their fuck session earlier that day had made her scream enough to make her voice hoarse. Chuckling, Amanda looked herself over in the mirror again.

Normally, when she went to a bar or club to pick up girls, she’d go in jeans and a t-shirt. Nothing fancy, just something that could cover her and came off quickly for when she got lucky. This time, however, she wanted to show off a bit — even if she wasn’t the one going to the bar.

A black skirt that went to her knees, so she could get her dick out easily. Her shirt was laughably tight, just reaching her belly button with the word’s Horny as F@%k written across the chest. She’d grabbed a pair of flip flops that she could ditch and not worry about losing, and she’d pulled her hair back into a short ponytail, glad that it was just long enough again to do that without looking weird.

She’d decided against make-up, since anything she put on would likely be ruined by the end of the night. Turning away from the mirror, she walked to her sister, pulling the smaller girl to her feet. Jenny kept her gaze downwards, either at her feet or at Amanda’s crotch, and made no noise as she was pulled into a deep kiss. Amanda held her by the back of the neck, keeping her close, while her other hand clamped tightly onto an ass cheek.

Breaking away from her slut, she turned Jenny around and undid the cuffs. Amanda let her go and made for her bedroom door.

“I’ll be back late or in the morning. Don’t wait up for me — I’ll wake you up if I need you when I’m back.” Amanda couldn’t help the warm glow inside her as Jenny nodded to her orders, following at her heel all the way to their front door. Timidly, Jenny spoke up.

“Be careful, Master.”

She gripped Jenny’s chin and made her meet her eyes.

“I expect my bed to be warm and you naked if I’m back before morning, slut.” Not waiting for a response, Amanda opened the door, showing a glimpse of Jenny to the red sports car parked outside, and closed it behind her.

It had been a decent few days since Monday. Alex had convinced her to let her take care of their plan to get Roxanne Smith where they wanted her. All she’d actually done since their first planning/anger management session on Monday was continue training Jenny, who was starting to get the hang of her new place in life.

Now, Thursday evening, Alex’s plan was ready to go. Amanda had talked to her mother, who was getting ready to leave the resort with her Aunt to go back to her aunt’s house a couple hours away. The woman would be back Saturday evening, which left Amanda with just a couple days to finish breaking Jenny in.

Once their mom was back, all of the Master/Slave stuff would have to be kept under wraps. At least, for a little while. Amanda had come up with her own plan to take care of her mother coming to terms with Jenny’s new lease on life.

Opening the door to Alex’s car, she got into the passenger seat. She barely had time to close the door before they were moving, tearing down the road. Clicking her seat belt, Amanda took a good look at Alex.

Her best friend had gone heavy on the butch look, with black skinny jeans and a white tank top. A heavy chain hung around her neck with a silver skull hanging from it. Matching skull studs were in her ears, and her formerly purple hair was not a bright crimson color, and had been cut into almost a buzz cut look.

Noticing Amanda’s wandering eye, Alex raised an eyebrow.

“Enjoying the view?” she asked, and Amanda reached over to give Alex’s tit a flick.

“Yep. After this, any chance I could have a go with you?” Amanda knew the answer to that question was no. It was always the answer. But they’d made a ritual of the back and forth, and Alex didn’t hesitate with her response.

“Maybe if you get your little soldier fixed, so I don’t have to worry about any kids running around. And let me tie you up, of course.”

Amanda snorted, and they both broke into laughter. They knew each other fairly well — Alex was allergic to most birth controls, and was terrified of being as bad a parent as her own, meaning she wouldn’t let a real dick anywhere near her. And Amanda had the same apprehension as any guy about getting snipped, as well as a serious dislike for being tied up in any way.

They made great friends bursa escort bayan without benefits, even if they both had an urge to jump each other and rip their clothes off every once in a while. Even if, deep down, part of Amanda wanted to take Alex to this motel room she’d set up and take her instead of Roxanne.

Remembering their destination, Amanda got serious. Alex turned them onto the interstate and sped up to the speed limit.

“So, you’ve got everything figured out?” Amanda asked.

“Yep. Roxanne likes to hit up a specific bar about an hour away. She goes every weekend, telling her parents that she’s at a friends house. School’s off tomorrow, and she mentioned to one of my girlfriends at work that she’s treating herself tonight, as a late 19th birthday present to herself. And she’s got a thing for butch girls, which is why I’m doing this and not one of my girlfriends. Motel rooms are booked, cameras and toys are in the trunk, and I’d say we’re both horny enough to do this.”

Amanda just grinned at this and turned the radio on, blasting pop music through the speakers. They made small talk while they drove, and as Alex took an exit and made her way to the motel Amanda started to get a bit nervous.

Taking and breaking Jenny had been easy. She knew her sister, enough to know that blackmailing her with a video was enough to keep her quiet, even if her plan hadn’t gone right. And her mom would be easy, since she knew how to play her. But she knew almost nothing about Roxanne Smith. Alex said that the same strategy would work here, since Roxanne’s parent’s were very conservative and popular in the town. But even so, Amanda couldn’t help but wonder if she’d need a different strategy to handle this girl. Maybe one that was a bit more… persuasive.

Amanda stayed in the car as Alex parked and went into the motel office to get the room key. After coming back out, they drove around to the other side of the building and parked, getting out and grabbing a duffel bag from the trunk. Amanda had only stayed in a motel once before, and the room they had for the night was pretty much the same.

A single bed sat against the left wall, and a dresser with a small TV sat against the right wall. A nightstand on each side of the bed had lamps on each one, and a sliding closet door sat on the back wall, next to an open door revealing the bathroom.

They closed the door behind them and got to work. The blinds were pulled as shut as they could get, and two pairs of fuzzy handcuffs went into a nightstand drawer along with a blindfold, a gag, a strap on, and a short paddle.

The TV had a cable box sitting next to it, and they took the first camera and set it up behind the box, trying to conceal the small gray cube with a take out menu from the nightstand. The second camera went into the closet, and the door left open just enough to give it a perfect view of the bed.

Finally, the blanket was taken from the bed and stuffed into the dresser along with the second pillow, leaving only a set of sheets and a pillow on the mattress. Tossing Amanda a second room key, Alex grabbed the duffel bag and put it in the dresser with the blanket.

“It’s show time, I guess.” Leaving the room, Amanda gave Alex a smack on the ass as she walked away, earning her a glare from the punk butch. Alex got into the car and drove away, and Amanda went into the room next door, which was a mirror of the other room. Plopping down on the bed, she grabbed the remote from the nightstand and turned the TV on.

Waiting a few days to pull this off had been easy, with Jenny to distract her. Waiting a couple hours for Alex was much harder. She regretted not letting a load loose in Jenny before she’d left. She was on the verge of painting a wall white in her boredom.

After what felt like forever, after the sun went down, she finally heard a car pull up outside. Jumping up, she ran to the window and very carefully peaked outside. It was Alex’s car alright, and another car parked next to it. Walking forward, Amanda caught a look at Roxanne for the first time before she was gone from her view again and gasped.

Amanda had thought Jenny was short at five foot two. But Roxanne could only be four and a half feet tall, and that was generous. Amanda could see the girl’s lips were painted bright red, and her platinum blond hair was pulled into two pigtails. Roxanne was only wearing a short red dress that barely covered her pussy, and left most of her c-cups tits exposed. She couldn’t have been more than 100 pounds soaking wet, with that petite frame. A pair of heels dangled from her hands.

As Alex led the girl into the room next door, Amanda struggled not to drop her skirt and go next door immediately. It wasn’t that Roxanne was irresistible — while she was definitely hotter than most girls in their town, but that was kind of a low bar. It was the thought of taking the girl and breaking her, making her scream and beg for more, that had bursa bayan escort Amanda ready to throw the plan out the window.

Returning to the bed, she took a deep breath and stared at her phone, waiting for Alex’s call. It only took a few minutes, surprisingly, before Alex’s name flickered onto the screen. Hitting answer, she quietly listened to the slightly distant voices.

“Damn girl, look at you. Barely a dress, no panties… Someone wanted to get lucky tonight.” Alex said.

“Yeah, I did. Am I gonna get lucky tonight, baby?” A new voice said, Amanda’s barely calmed down hard on rushing back at Roxanne’s voice.

“Why else would I cuff you, short stuff?” Alex asked condescendingly, and Amanda heard a light smack over the phone.

“Barely in here five minutes, and you’re spread eagle, naked on my bed with a blindfold on. You’re definitely a slut. I may not be your first, but I’ll make sure you remember me.”

All Amanda heard for the next ten minutes was Roxanne’s moaning, and Alex’s occasional dirty talk. At some point Alex must have slipped into the strap on, because Roxanne finally spoke.

“Oooh, that’s not a finger, did you bring more toys-” Her question was cut short by a loud scream, followed by much louder moaning and the audible sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the occasional paddle smack. Alex was starting rough, from the sounds of it.

Amanda couldn’t help herself and let a hand drift under her skirt, pulling the fabric up so she could stroke herself gently. Alex was making Roxanne beg her for more, and finally Amanda could hear the girl’s scream through the wall.

“PLEASE LET ME CUM ON YOUR COCK!” Roxanne screamed, and then all she could hear was the slap slap slap of Alex’s movements. Finally, the phone went silent, and Amanda could hear a quiet moan as Roxanne came.

More silence followed, for several minutes, before Roxanne spoke again.

“That was amazing, baby. Let me up so I can return the favor,” Roxanne said in a sultry voice, and Alex laughed.

“Tell me, Roxxy, you ever been with a futa?” Alex asked, and Amanda recognized her cue. Standing up, she held the phone to her ear as she left her room.

“What? No, I haven’t,” Roxanne answered, sounding unsettled. “Why would I sleep with a freak?”

Any hesitation Amanda had left died as she heard that. Ending the call, she tossed it into Alex’s car and went to the door. Almost on cue, Alex opened it and let Amanda in. She was covered in sweat, her tits glistening with it. The strap on hung from her hips, and if she hadn’t seen Roxanne over her friends shoulder, Amanda would have probably grabbed Alex instead and tried to take her.

Amanda saw Roxanne on the bed, her arms handcuffed to the corners of the bed and her legs were loose. The blindfold had been tied across her eyes, and the girl had a confused look, struggling to see who had opened the door.

“That’s rude, Roxxy,” Alex said while she closed the door. “Futas are people just like you and me. In fact, my friend here is a futa.”

Roxanne stiffened, and just looked in the direction of Alex’s voice.

“Friend?” she asked, concern in her voice.

“Yeah, my friend. You might know her, actually.” Alex moved to the girl and loosened the blindfold, pulling it off. Roxanne blinked as she got used to the light, and when she saw Amanda she froze.

“You- you’re that freak from town. What are you doing here?!” she exclaimed, suddenly struggling against her handcuffs. Amanda walked up to her as Alex sat on the edge of the bed, holding Roxanne’s right leg in place.

“I’m here for you, Roxxy.” Amanda caught the look of fear in Roxanne’s eyes as she said that, and leaned over her.

“See, you got into a little fight with my sister. Remember that?” Roxanne looked confused for a moment, then smiled.

“Who, Jen? You’re here for that? I thought you hated her?” Roxanne laughed, and stopped struggling. “If you’re mad that I got a shot at her before you did, you should’ve just asked! I would have let you take a swing before-“

Amanda cut her off by grabbing the smaller girl by the throat. Roxanne’s eyes were wide, gasping as Amanda squeezed.

“Jen is off limits, you little bitch,” Amanda snarled, letting Roxanne go and standing up. Turning away, she started stripping, her clothes hitting the floor as she listened to Roxanne’s gasping breaths.

“And you laid your hands on her.” Amanda turned back around and watched Roxanne’s face as the girl saw her dick and paled.

“Y-you can’t touch me. I’ll call the cops!” Roxanne stuttered as Amanda climbed onto the bed. Alex stood up and moved to the bathroom, leaving Amanda with her captive. Amanda grabbed her hips and lined herself up with Roxanne’s cunt, noticing that the girl had her pubes shaved into a heart.

“Go ahead, Roxxy. We have cameras in here. Plenty of evidence to say that you were willing. And besides, the pastor’s bursa merkez escort daughter shacking up with a dyke in a motel? You’ll be kicked out on the streets if word of that got around.”

Roxanne just looked at Amanda, horror on her face. But oddly, the look of horror turned into a smug smirk.

“Videos can be edited, freak. My daddy’s lawyers will have you thrown in jail as soon as I get home.”

Amanda looked down at the girl, realizing she had a point. With enough money and convincing, Roxanne could turn the whole town against her. But Amanda had been thinking all day about to handle this girl.

“True. But a video of you screaming for a futa to let you come on her cock? Even if I end up in prison, you’ll be left to live on whatever scraps you can find on the street. Your parent’s will throw you out, and anyone else you can ask for help won’t want to help you raise a kid.”

Roxanne looked confused. “But I never said-” she stopped, her face blanking at what Amanda had said.

“Kid?” she whispered. Amanda just grinned at her. Alex walked back into the room, coming to stand next to them.

“Am I wearing a condom, Roxxy? And I doubt the pastor would approve his daughter being on the pill, or getting an abortion. Like you said, video can be edited. You definitely said those words, if not to me. So, Roxxy, are you gonna keep trying to act high and mighty or…”

Amanda pressed the top of her dick to Roxanne’s still soaking wet slit and just barely pushed in, making the girl gasp.

“Are you going to accept your punishment?”

Alex, saying nothing but smirking at them, took the gag out of the nightstand and popped the ball into Roxanne’s mouth, who was still stunned and didn’t realize what it was until it was strapped tight.

Like she’d switched a flip, Roxanne started flailing her legs and struggling. Amanda let go of the girl’s hips and reached back, giving Roxanne a stinging SLAP to the face. She stopped fighting, just whimpering and staring at her in shock, tears in her eyes.

Amanda remembered seeing Jenny in this position just a few days ago, and leaned forward, returning her dick to Roxanne’s pussy. As a tear left her eye, Amanda licked it away, her face inches from Roxanne’s.

“Don’t worry, Roxxy,” she said quietly, staring into her eyes, “I won’t hurt you. When I’m done…” She moved her hips, pushing past Roxanne’s lips and spearing the girl down to the base in one strong thrust.

“You’ll be so happy to be with me.” She repeated what she’d told Jenny, and without giving Roxanne a chance to react, she pulled back out and slammed forward again. She wouldn’t take it easy on her. She needed to learn a lesson.

Roxanne’s screams were muffled by the gag, but they started to change to muffled moans as Amanda pounded her senseless. Amanda knew Alex was standing somewhere beside her, the strap-on abandoned so she could finger fuck herself. But all Amanda could focus on was Roxanne’s trembling body under her. Amanda groaned as she felt Roxanne’s inner walls clamp tightly onto her, and she realized that the girl was cumming.

She leaned forward and wrapped a hand behind Roxanne’s head, and pulled herself forward while forcing her dick as deep as she could go in her new cocksleeve. She made no noise as she came, just silent scream as she emptied her balls, shooting what seemed like gallons of cum into Roxanne’s womb, holding the girl closely. As she came down from the high, she let go and Roxanne just fell into the bed, breathing heavily. Her eyes were rolled back into her head so far, all Amanda could see was white.

Looking down at Roxanne, Amanda couldn’t help but gasp. The girl’s stomach was bloated out, giving her a noticeable baby-looking bump. Slowly, she pulled herself out of the girl with a pop, and just stared at the white goo that seemed to pour out of her.

Alex was there, laughing and putting a hand on Roxanne’s stomach. Pushing lightly, a torrent of white came out of her pussy and Roxanne moaned quietly, who was starting to recover from her rough fucking.

“Damn, Man, I’ve never seen you cum that much.” Alex gave Roxanne’s stomach another press and received another wave of cum onto the sheets.

Neither have I, Amanda thought. And while she knew that she should be spent for the rest of the night, seeing Roxanne there leaking cum had her dick as hard as before. She climbed off the bed, and reached over to undo the handcuffs on Roxanne’s wrists.

The girl finally looked up at her, and when her hands were free she tried to roll over away from her. Amanda stopped her, grabbing a wrist and pulling her towards the edge of the bed. Roxanne barely managed to find her feet, stumbling upright as she was yanked forward.

Looking down, Roxanne gave a muffled gasp at the sight of her still expanded stomach. Amanda spun the girl around, hooking one arm around her neck and the other around her waist, and pulled her against her. Roxanne’s head didn’t even reach her shoulders.

“I’m not done yet.” Amanda growled, and let go of her neck to pick the girl up. It took a moment of balancing while she used her free hand to grab her dick and line it up, and when she got it there she let Roxanne drop a little so her cockhead pressed against her asshole.

Her head spinning at the same time it felt as if a rhinoceros had just rammed her in the stomach, Martha Traber sat behind the Defense Council’s table, between her two lawyers, strained to the point of instinctual disconnect as the jury read her guilty verdict.

Despite the fact that Martha had been approached with several plea agreements from the Federal Prosecutors that would have taken any jail time off the table, she had stubbornly maintained her complete innocence throughout process, just knowing she would be exonerated in the end.

“Once I’m able to tell my side of the story to those jurors and they’re able to see I’m not a crook or a cheat… that I’m basically just like most of their mothers or grandmothers… there’s no way they could send me to jail,” Martha had, in the end, falsely surmised.

* * * * *

One of the most beneficial qualities of the human mind is its ability to rationalize things even in the most extreme and trying of circumstances. Being led down the waxed maze of prison hallways at the Medford Detention Center for Women her first day of incarceration, Martha filled herself with a mixture of denial and bull headed optimism as she soaked in the scenery of her home for the next three years.

Contrary to many of the nightmarish things she kept herself awake at night worrying about, her first experiences at Medford were tolerable. The grounds seemed adequately kept, there weren’t any unsightly stains or smells soiling her senses and even most of the inmates and guards she encountered seemed innocuous enough on first impression.

Stepping into her assigned cell for the first time, Martha lifted her chin and gave a polite nod to the women she’d share living quarters with for the next 36 months.

“Hi… my name is Martha,” the painfully nervous woman mouthed.

“Looks like I get stuck with the new girl, ” her cellmate smiled ” Pleased to meet you Martha… my name is Karen.”

Not long after the guards had locked the cell and returned to their appointed rounds, Martha and Karen were chatting like two long lost school chums.

* * * * *

Karen Quinlin was 45, a little less than 10 years younger than Martha. She had called Medford her home for the previous two years and was scheduled for release loosely the same time as her new cellmate. Her slightly graying chestnut brown hair pulled back into a ponytail highlighted a pretty but plain face, devoid of much of the makeup she wore in her previous life as the wife of a prominent businessman and woman about town.

Her marriage having already grown loveless and stale, their relationship had simply turned into a business arrangement. And when several of their tainted real estate deals began to unravel, especially one that cost the brother in law of an influential local politician a million dollars, Karen and her Husband quickly turned on each other to get the best deal from the D.A… It turned out her Husband acted quicker and when she was arrested for fraud the same day the divorce papers arrived via FedEx, Karen knew her life was about to swirl down the toilet.

Martha could easily relate. A product of the backlash against white collar crime as well, she had gotten herself caught up in a stock scam with the company she worked for and without going into every tawdry detail, she had ended up playing the role of ‘fallgirl’ for several of higher ranking members of the company.

A kindred spirit found, Martha went from dreading the thought of prison to looking at it as a period of self reflection, growth and priority finding.

* * * * *

Her relationship with Karen growing more solid with each passing day, Martha was able to steadily navigate the other pitfalls of being in prison for the first time. While she did experience the occasional stare or threatening comment from other anonymous inmates, Martha slowly developed a sense of safety and comfort in her strange new world.

Away from the constant and draining grind of the business world and with her legal problems finally resolved, Martha gradually re-discovered the simple joys of life. Having lost nearly 20 pounds after being brought up on charges, with three square meals a day and not much else to look forward to, she struggled with a sense of dismay and relief as she piled the pounds back on.

“Being indicted is a underrated way to diet… everyone ought to try it,” she would often tell Karen as she watched her body begin to chub out.

Other primal drives, besides hunger, that had long been cooped up inside Martha slowly began to re-emerge as well, and many of her and Karen’s post ‘lights out’ conversations often drifted off in those seedy directions.

Having discovered they had been in similar marriages, each agreed that they had once loved their respective spouse, but somewhere along the way the zest, joy and excitement had long faded. In Karen’s situation, to the point that her now Ex was willing to hasten her trip to the slammer.

“Would have screwed him before he screwed me,” Karen would often bursa sınırsız escort lament.

“Speaking of screwing… when was the last time you had… you know… sex,” Martha whispered out of the blue, always making sure to keep her voice hushed with the way sounds echoed through the facility at night.

“You mean with a man?” Karen answered after a long awkward pause.

“Yeah,” Martha giggled like a nervous school girl from the top bunk.

“God… easily a year before me and Rick broke up… and add the two years in here… so its been over three years,” Karen replied bluntly.

“There’re other ways to cope though… At some point you have to find a way to relieve stress. I’m sure you hear me down here every once in a while,” Karen continued, sensing Martha’s discomfort by her sudden silence.

“No… No… I never hear anything,” Martha lied, now hating the fact she even broached the subject, knowing it would be a topic they’d inevitably come back to.

Closing her eyes, hoping to put the issue to rest for at least that night, Martha felt the bedsheets below sizzle when Karen’s raspy voice once again pierced the darkened silence.

“In fact… I’m doing it right now,” the younger woman whispered from the bottom bunk. “You learn real quick in a place like this to be as quiet as possible.”

Flat on her back, Martha’s eyes shot open and she bit down on her lower lip as she listened to the telltale signs of Karen’s breath rising and falling.

“Why don’t you do it too Martha… can’t let all that stuff get bottled up inside,” Karen’s warm voice invitingly offered.

“Oh… Uh… I… can’t,” Martha replied weakly even though her thighs had suddenly pressed tightly against each other as a thin layer of sweat beaded on her forehead.

“Don’t worry Babe… you’ll give into it at some point,” Martha’s new found friend predicted. “It’s cheaper than cigarettes around here and a lot better for your health… in fact… speaking of cigarettes… I think I need one now!”

Both women laughed quietly at Karen’s quip and the two shared a couple of minutes of pleasant post orgasmic conversation until Martha made a innocent comment that would change the tenor of their relationship forever.

“I guess its all the urban legends and the movies about prison that gives a person the idea that a lot more real sex goes on in these places… I’ve been here for over a month now and I haven’t hardly seen anything,” Martha sighed, politely waiting for a response that was an eternity in coming.

“There is Martha… there is,” Karen finally replied from the bottom bunk, expounding no more on her cryptic answer.

Her throat suddenly as dry as the Sahara floor, Martha didn’t know quite how to respond, no so much to what Karen said but the tone in which it was spoken.

“What do you mean?” she asked meekly, but no answer at all was forthcoming the second time.

“She’s probably just gone to sleep… or didn’t hear you,” Martha told herself even though the cancerous concern suddenly growing inside her gut told her differently.

* * * * *

A few days after their awkward late night chat in the cell, Karen and Martha found themselves having lunch in the bustling cafeteria. Always amused by the formal way Martha organized and used her eating utensils before and during meals, Karen couldn’t help but compare her new friend to another famous Martha that was also experiencing legal troubles.

“I think everyone in here is just waiting for you to make some doilies and napkin arrangements for the tables, ” Karen sarcastically quipped, trying to break the ice that persisted from the way their conversation ended a few nights earlier.

Using her plastic fork and knife to daintily cut a piece of meat, Martha cast Karen an amused glare before attempting to take a bite of her entree. Before she could get the food in her mouth however, Martha felt several shadows ease directly up behind her.

“Who is… it?” Martha asked, dropping the fork back down on her plate when she saw a look of dread spread across Karen’s face.

Not wanting to turn and face whatever presence had taken up residence behind her, Martha instinctively reached out and grabbed Karen by the forearm as if to say, “What’s wrong?”

“You don’t wanna know,” Karen’s gaze clearly replied.

Twisting her neck enough so she could turn her head to greet the visitors, Martha saw two women standing there; one a muscular, big boned brunette and the other a mousy, ethnic looking girl who appeared to be in her early 20’s. They were two faces Martha had casually noticed during her stay at Medford and she trembled somewhat herself when she remembered the subtle way many of the other female inmates kept their distance from the two oddly paired women when they passed them in a social setting.

“Uh… would you like to… sit down and join us?” Martha robotically offered causing Karen to drop her face into her hands.

“No… No thank you,” the larger of the two women politely replied. bursa üniversiteli escort “We were just passing through… nice to see you again Karen.”

“Hey there,” the larger girl smiled, turning her gaze to Martha and placing her hand firmly on the shell-shocked woman’s collarbone. “Its a shame Karen you didn’t introduce us to your new friend.”

With that, the two girls left as quietly as they came, leaving Karen and Martha sitting silently across from one another, both their apple sauces going cold as a tidal wave of uneasiness engulfed them both.

* * * * *

Resting uneasily on the bunk below Martha, Karen wished she had a straightjacket to put on to keep from tossing and turning and inevitably waking her cellmate.

“How in the world can I ever explain Bella to Martha?” Karen silently lamented, replaying the incident in the cafeteria a few days earlier as well as the two years worth of prior dealings with the prison bully, until she was nothing but a pile of emotional mush on her wrinkled bed sheets.

“I knew this would happen… I just knew it… of all the new girls that come into this place every week… Bella has to pick my cellmate out… MINE. A couple of months go by and I think Martha’s out of the woods… SHIT… then this happens… what am I going to do?,” Karen internally squealed, the word ‘mine’ rolling off her tongue with an acidic and awkward weight as she contemplated what the future would hold.

Stone straight her whole life, Karen hadn’t fooled around or experimented with another woman, even in drunken days of college, much less as an adult. When she found out she was headed to prison for five years, on some level Karen knew ‘what’ went on in those types of places and even though she had done things once there that she was personally horrified by, the concept of ‘love’ never really dawned on her until she began her relationship with Martha.

In the deepest recesses of her mind Karen knew that Bella would approach Martha at some point, she always did when a new inmate caught her eye, but with her own newfound depth of feeling for Martha, Karen didn’t expect to take it so hard when it finally happened.

“She’s mine… mine… MINE… my life is shit right now… can’t I just have this one thing,” Karen wanted to scream.

“But that’s just the way the jungle works… and Bella rules this jungle… and Martha… and Martha… if Bella gets her… she’ll never be the same, ” Karen withered in helpless fright, mashing her face deeply into her pillow to muffle her pitiful sobs.

* * * * *

The inevitable occurred four days later. Sitting in the same spot in the cafeteria as they had a week earlier when Bella interrupted their lunch, Karen and Martha sat there, picking at their meal when a heavy pair of footsteps once again approached the table.

“Good afternoon Ladies,” Bella greeted both with a wry and impatient smile.

Turning to face Bella and her petite acolyte, Trina, Martha sucked in a deep breath and put on the bravest front she could.

“Hello,” Martha tried to say but Bella looked right past her.

“Sorry to bother you again like this… but Karen… I need to see you for a minute… alone if you don’t mind,” Bella soberly offered, her voice tinged with the feeling that “no thanks” wasn’t an option.

“Uh… Karen… you… don’t… have,” Martha strained to say, her voice trailing off as she saw the look of submission and defeat in her cellmate’s bowed face.

“It’ll just be a minute… I’ll be… I’ll be right back,” Karen muttered, scooting up hesitantly from her meal to follow Bella’s lead.

“Trina… you stay here and keep Martha company,” Bella smiled, nodding the tiny Cuban girl over to the seat Karen had just vacated.

“We’ll be right back,” Bella bellowed one last time before gently nudging Karen towards the cafeteria exit.

Even though there were easily 200 women milling about the eating area, and the constant din made it difficult to think, Martha found herself drifting into a strange, secluded fog as Trina stared at her from across the table.

“… Hel… lo,” Martha offered blankly, resulting in not so much as a blink from the young girl.

“Its because Bella’s not here to tell her to blink,” an inner voice reminded Martha.

“So… uh… ,” Martha continued to stammer, wringing her hands together anxiously as she spun her head side to side, waiting for Bella and Karen to reappear.

Minute after minute passed however and all Martha was left to do was sit there and bake under the heat of Trina’s glare as every woman in the cafeteria gradually began to whisper about what was going on.

Feeling her insides twist, Martha did the best she could to occasionally maintain eye contact with the barely 100 pound girl.

“She’s so fragile… so small,” Martha couldn’t help but notice. “Her skin is almost a perfect golden tan… and her face is so angelic… but that stare… that stare of hers… its… its… bursa anal yapan escort demonic… its almost like she’s possessed by something… or someone.”

And in many ways, Martha was dead on in her assessment. Only 20 when she was arrested in the Florida Keys as part of a DEA drug bust, Trina Cruz was taken into custody, tried along with the 15 others netted in the bust and sent to Medford after she was convicted.

Scared and alone from the moment she stepped foot inside the facility, not knowing a word of English or the customs of prison life, Trina was easy prey for someone like Bella. And the protection and comfort that Bella provided for Trina was more than made up by the blind loyalty and brainwashed dedication that Trina freely gave in return.

Face to face across the table, withering under Trina’s persistent stare, Martha felt as if the young girl’s gaze was penetrating her flesh.

“I wonder what kind of hold Bella has over her?” Martha wondered, stopping herself quickly before pondering such a dreaded thought.

“You probably don’t wanna know,” Martha wisely decided, turning her eyes briskly away from Trina when a sudden hush fell over the cafeteria.

“It’s Bella… she’s back,” Martha groaned, unable to ignore the way every woman in Bella’s path moved aside as the alpha female strolled through.

With every step closer Bella took, Martha’s face went more gaunt noticing Karen wasn’t with her.

“Where’s Karen… Where’s Karen?” Martha whispered, unable to conceal the deep seeded concern for her friend.

“She’s OK,” Bella smiled. “Just said she wasn’t feeling well… I think she got a guard to take her back to your cell.

“Trina and I… we might stop by a little later to check on her,” Bella added after allowing Martha to stew for several seconds.

Everyone in the cafeteria took notice of the way Martha scooted up from the table causing two guards to run towards her.

A broad hawkish gleam spread across Bella’s face as the guards led Martha back to her cell, knowing full well what was waiting for her when she got there and saw Karen.

* * * * *

“Think it was just something she ate?” one of the female guards snidely told the other before locking Martha back in her cell with Karen.

“In a way… Yep,” the other attendant replied as the two shared a long snicker, just like two drunks in on a private joke.

The sound of the cell door closing behind her didn’t so much as register in Martha’s head as she stared at Karen, who was balled up in an fetal position under the covers.

“K… Karen… Karen… what’s wrong… what did she do to you?” Martha asked helplessly.

“I don’t… don’t… want to talk about it, ” Karen sobbed and sniffled. “The less you know the better… what’s done is done.”

“But Karen… we could… report… this… or do… something,” Martha tried formulating a response but only felt her blood grow colder when she saw Karen press her face deeper into her already drenched pillow.

Stunned and motionless as her friend continued to cry, Martha’s head was spinning out of control as she tried to make some sense, any sense, of Karen’s crippling ordeal.

* * * * *

The subsequent night and following days proved to be unbearable as a shroud of depression and silence descended on the two. Normally chatty, only a minimum of small talk passed back and forth between the friends.

Over breakfast a few days later, Martha tried to muster the courage to break the ice with Karen but watching the way her still reluctant friend picked at her eggs, Martha decided it still wasn’t the right time. Content to let the topic ride for another day, Martha felt her spine shiver when she looked across the table at Karen’s sullen face.

“Oh No… Not again,” Martha cringed, knowing full well what that look in her eyes meant.

Martha could instantly tell that Karen grasped the depth of the situation by the way her chin dropped against her chest.

“You can’t have her again,” Martha wanted to turn and scream at Bella, but her vocal chords went limp when she felt the woman standing behind her clamp her hand down tightly on top of her shoulder.

“Don’t worry Martha… Karen can stay and finish her breakfast… Trina and I… we were hoping maybe you could join us for a few seconds,” Bella politely offered.

“I’m… I’m fine… here… Th… Thanks,” Martha trembled, trying to beg out as she studied Karen’s face for any hint of help or understanding.

Before she had even realized she had been nudged to her feet, Martha found herself being led away by Bella, the brooding woman’s hand firmly pressed into the small of her back as she escorted her through the maze of onlooking inmates.

“Where are we going… where are you taking me?” Martha spat frantically as Bella calmly pushed her out of the cafeteria.

“Stop it… Please… Stop it,” Martha desperately wanted to blurt out in hopes of attracting the attention of a guard, who would most certainly rectify the situation, but when she tried all that left her mouth was a hoarse and abrasive whisper.

Feeling Bella’s warm breath swirling against the back of her neck as the doors of the gymnasium at the end of the hall came into view, Martha closed her eyes, paralysed at the thought of what would happen once inside.

It was nearly ten o’clock when I slid the key into my front door lock. I had left the precinct around seven but then stopped at a bar called the Cherry Stem. Always good to see what the completion was doing. Of course completion was more than an exaggeration. The Panama Club was little more than a dive where The Cherry Stem was a posh uptown lounge but with similar minded regulars.

I pushed my door open to the sound of laughter coming from the television. As I entered the small foyer, Charlie’s head appeared from around the end of the sofa. She watched as I kicked my shoes off and let my jacket slide off my shoulders. I dropped it on a chair and went into the living room. Charlie had apparently taken my advice regarding a shower. She looked fresh scrubbed and she had also managed to find a tee shirt and a pair of boxers from my bedroom dresser.

The sight of the little nymph setting there with her smooth youthful legs crossed on top of the coffee table made the idea of her snooping through my drawers palatable. I spied an open bottle of pinot on the counter and then noticed a glass setting beside Charlie.

After pouring a glass for myself I said. “You’re too young to drink.” I sat down beside her.

She grinned. “You going to arrest me?”

I sipped the wine. “I already tried that.” I replied. I picked up the remote and turned the TV off.

“I was watching that.” She said.

“And now you’re not.” I answered.

“You always going to be a bully?” She said.

“Is that my tee shirt?” I ignored her criticism.

“You want it back?” She grinned again.

“I do.” I said. Charlie turned toward me. She crossed her hands and grabbed the hem of the tee and pulled it over her head. She was so petite as to look slightly masculine. Her breasts were small but with stiff little nipples that made her appear to be in constant arousal. I took a moment to admire her. “Those are mine too.” I added.

She looked down at her crotch even though she had to know what I meant. “I’m not wearing panties.”

“What, you couldn’t find any you liked in my dresser?” I asked.

“I just didn’t bother.” She was acting like she was embarrassed or about to pout.

I put the fingers of my right hand under her chin. Looking into her eyes, I whispered. “Are you staying the night?”

She hesitated so I slipped a finger into the top of the boxers. “If you are, you won’t need these.”

She leaned against the back of the sofa and lifted her little butt high enough that she could push the boxers down to her knees. She let them fall to the floor and kicked her feet free. She looked down at them laying on the carpet. “You really want them?”

I leaned in and softly pressed my lips to hers. I love kissing women even though I don’t do it often enough. I really don’t know why.

My tongue was exploring her mouth when I felt her fingers slid between my legs, searching out my crotch. I laid over, taking her with me. We settled on our sides, facing each other. I spent the next fifteen minutes, my mouth spreading saliva over her cheeks and neck. Her fingers relentless but unable to lower my zipper enough to slide her hand inside.

“Go turn the light out.” I whispered and her hand left me without protest. I watched the little beauty wiggle her way to the switch and return to me. I had undone my belt and the pesky zipper. “Take them off.” I instructed as I started to unbutton my blouse. She pulled the slacks down my legs and over my feet. I opened my blouse and unhooked the front clasp of my bra. My breasts would also be considered smallish even though they were twice the size of hers.

Charlie settled back onto the sofa beside me. I kissed her. Her mouth was soft, lips cool. The fingers of my right hand laced into her hair and I guided those lips to my breast. She took my nipple as if I was giving her a gift. Sucking, licking, she started to make a sweet, barely audible, humming sound.

I let her pleasure me, alternating between my breasts. I could guide her effortlessly with the slightest bit of pressure from my fingertips. My pussy greeted her, wet and wanting, when her fingers finally found their way inside the top of my panties.

I bursa escort immediately realized her plan when her lips left my tit and began kissing along my ribs. My hands, under her armpits, halted her progress. I lifted her easily. My maneuver was to roll onto my back and ease her back to me. I found her mouth and my tongue went deep inside. Her own tongue began greedily jousting with mine. I know she was taken by surprise. I had never before spent any time attending to her. I had all but demanded that she be the one to please me. I think I even surprised myself.

But, I had been considering this for some time. “Come to me.” I whispered and pulled her forward until I could kiss her tummy. My hands slipped between her legs, I spread them, pushing them to either side of me. With my hands cupping her ass cheeks, I eased her the rest of the way forward. I could feel her shiver.

The first hint of her sex, her aroma, was hot, sweet, earthy. It forced my thoughts back to my own high school days. The time after class when my music teacher took me into the coatroom, lifted her dress, removed her panties and told me to lay on the floor. She lowered herself to me without any other instruction. Her fragrance was very similar as my tongue slid along the folds of her labia, any labia for the very first time. I would find myself willingly in that room many times before graduation. Just as I found myself in her bed on many afternoons over the following summer.

Charlie’s pussy was delicate, nearly hairless without the need of a razor. I raised my head and kissed it. She leaned forward, her hands gripping the sofa arm. I felt her legs press outwards, opening herself, lowering herself onto my mouth. She was grunting as she began working her hips. She was experiencing something new, something wanton. I ate her without effort. I was aroused by it. I could feel my own pussy seeping juices. She was climaxing right there, right above me, she was shaking and I swear I could hear her whimper. As her orgasm waved over her, my mouth was being flooded with her sex. I lapped and licked and consumed her.

I was not sure when she finally calmed down. She was laying forward, her arms now dangled to her sides. She was not moving but I could feel her breathing, every rise and fall of her abdomen. She was peaceful and I hated to interrupt her contentment.

My hand patted her butt, cupped her ass cheek. I squeezed gently. That was when she started giggling. Softly at first and then with more commitment. She tried to ease herself down to lay her head on my chest but she was week and disoriented and she just slid off onto the floor. When I looked down, she was sort of pinned between the sofa and the table and still laughing.

As I looked down at her, she had never looked more adorable. “You want to share?”

Her eyes were moist. They shined in the darkness. “I.” She started. “I love you.”

My hand traced along her chest, her neck, over her chin. I ran the tip of a finger over her mouth. “You might want to think about that.”

She shook her head. “It has nothing to do with tonight.” She said. “Nothing at all. It’s just that this is the first time I felt like I could tell you.”

“Yea, well, go start the shower. I smell like pussy.” She crawled to her knees and slowly stood. As she wiggled out of the room I worried that I might have just fucked up a really good thing. I stood up, shrugged and said to the dark room. “Fuck it.”

It was Sunday afternoon when I came out of the den after dealing with the monthly chore of bills and paperwork. I checked the clock. It was two thirty. Charlie was laying on the sofa still in what had become her normal house wear, tee and panties. “Go get dressed.”

She looked at me and smiled. “Anything special?”

“Those lime green shorts might be fun.” Charlie sort of danced down the hall and disappeared. I was in jeans and a tee with sneakers. I went to the cabinet in the foyer, unlocked the top drawer and removed a small 38 with a belt clip holster. With that attached, I removed a black leather jacket from the closet. It concealed the gun quite well.

Charlie bounced down the hall smiling. She looked bursa ucuz escort good enough to eat in that outfit. The shorts were just short enough and tight enough to start you imagining what was inside. “Where we going?”

“The club.” I said. Charlie paused. I had never taken her or even allowed her anywhere near the place.

Surprisingly she said nothing more about it until we were in the parking lot. “So, why now?” She asked.

I got out of the SUV and walked around in front of it, waited. She slid out and came up beside me. I thumbed the key remote and the door locks engaged with a beep. “You want to be a part of my life? I figure you might want to know exactly what that entails.” I ran my arm around her waist and the two of use strolled out to the street and in the front entrance of the Panama Club.

Jade was setting on a hard stool next to the door. She was there to collect a ten dollar admission fee. We didn’t start the cover charge as a profit center but to keep out the vagrants and homeless from coming in and sleeping in a dark corner. I patted her knee, she was already in costume which didn’t consist of much. “This is Charlie.” I said. “She is going to be working here.”

Jade smiled at Charlie and said “Nice to meet you, Charlie.” Then she looked at me and winked.

I moved in through the darkness and over to the bar. Charlie was tugging at my hand. I leaned on the bar top and looked at her. “What?”

“Working here?” She asked.

I leaned over and kissed her on the mouth. “Why? You don’t think you could shake that little ass in time with the jukebox?”

“Eva, please.” Charlie whispered.

Carla, our newest girl was behind the bar. She walked down to stand in front of us. “Two Jack black’s neat.” I said. Carla went to pour our drinks. Charlie was looking at something behind me. When I turned, Jenna had come down the stairs and headed our way. Carla put the drinks in front of us and waited.

I looked at her. “You doing okay?”

“Yea.” She said. “Very well actually. Thanks.” I nodded as she moved back up the bar.

Jenna stopped between Charlie and I. “You were right.” She said. “A real sweetie.” She had her hand around Charlie’s shoulders. I could tell Charlie was nervous but was doing a good job of hiding it from strangers. Jenna looked at me, back at Charlie and back to me. “You say she’s management material?” Jenna shrugged. “Good with me. Come up to the office before you leave.” She disappeared back up the stairs.

“Uh, management? What?” Charlie.

I smiled and pushed her drink toward her. I held mine out and she finally picked hers up. We clinked, I downed mine and she took a small sip of hers. She coughed.

“You need a way to earn money without hustling on the street.” I waited.

“I like the hustle.” She offered. “I’m good at it.”

“One of these days you are not going to get away from a group of pissed college boys.” I said.

“When that happens.” I brushed her cheek. “You will get hurt, I will be very sad and then I will kill some fucking smart ass college boys.” I pulled her close. “Please don’t make me sad.”

I was surprised when she picked up her drink and downed what was left. She placed the glass on the bar and looked at me. She shrugged. “So, what the fuck does a manager in a strip bar do?”

I put my arm around her, letting my hand slide down her back until I was cupping her ass. I patted. “That’s my girl.”

“One thing though.” She said leaning across the bar. “Are the drinks free to the manager?”

“Yes.” I whispered.

“Excuse me.” Charlie called down the bar. Carla looked up. “Two more.” She turned around, leaned back and placed her elbows on the top of the bar. “I can fucking do this.”

“Fuck.” I said. She looked at me. “I’ve created a monster. A hot little fucking monster.”

We had emptied our second drink when three of the girls came in the front entrance. They all looked almost normal in street clothes. When they passed us heading toward the back dressing room I called out to one named Cherrie. She looked at me. “When you get dressed, take the door and tell Jade to come to the bursa elit escort office.

After they were gone, I said. “Come on, I’ll show you the brains of this place.”

When we entered Jenna’s office, she was standing in front of her desk. The hot little blonde was there and Jenna had her arms around her waist. Her lips were roaming along the girl’s neck. She stopped long enough to look my way. “You have horrible timing.”

She pushed the blonde away and the girl went over and sat on the sofa. Jenna took her seat behind her desk. She looked at me. “She isn’t going to be barging in here like you do, is she?”

“Might be better to ask me.” Charlie surprised me once more as she spoke up for herself. “I don’t really care what you do with this one. I’m happy to knock whenever I come up here or we can do the necktie on the doorknob thing.” She shrugged at Jenna then she smiled at me.

She went over to the sofa and sat down next to the blonde. “What’s your name?”

“Beth.” She said.

Charlie placed a hand on her thigh. She slowly ran it along her leg letting her fingers brush her G-string covered crotch. Then she whispered. “You dance too or just do the boss?”

“I dance.” Beth said.

Charlie stood up. “Try to keep your two obligations separate.” Charlie got up and walked back beside me. She looked at Jenna. “I’ll try not to crowd your space.”

Jenna grinned. She looked at me. “You are right.” She said. “She is defiantly management material.”

About that time I heard Jade coming up the stairs. I pointed that direction. “We will be down the hall.” I took Charlie’s arm and we went out of the office just as Jade reached the top step. I just tilted my head and she followed the two of us. About three doors down, I opened a door and guided Charlie inside. Then I stepped back so Jade could enter.

“Jade.” I said. “This is Charlie our new manager.”

Jade nodded. “That’s cool.” She said.

“I need you to get to know her, Look after her, protect her.” I said.

“And?” She smiled at me.

“Yea.” I nodded. “And.” I looked at Charlie. I’ll be down stairs. When you two come down, I want both of you to know who is in charge. And Charlie, I want you to know you can depend on her.”

Jade unhooked her G-string letting it drop and then reached for Charlie’s shorts. “Well boss lady, let’s just get you unwrapped.” She kissed Charlie’s cheek as she slid her hands into the waist band. “I have a feeling that I am going to like this as much as you.”

It was an hour and a half before the two girls came into the main room. They spied me at a table talking to Judge Maxwell. I waved Jade off and she disappeared into the dressing room. Charlie settled into a seat beside me. She was as sated as I had ever seen her. I was almost jealous. Almost.

One of the girls set a shot in front of Charlie letting her fingers brush her shoulder as she turned away. Strippers and hookers have an interesting way of showing acceptance.

“Well she is a real cutie.” The judge said looking at Charlie. Charlie took a sip of her whiskey. She was really in another place.

“Judge, this is our new manager, Charlie.”

“Not a dancer?”

“Sorry.” I offered.

“Yes. Me too.” The judge said. She held out a hand and a girl just passing stopped and settled onto the judge’s lap. “Not to worry.” She said.

Charlie was quite while we walked outside and climbed into the SUV. When I looked over at her she was grinning. “You couldn’t have warned me?”

“Where’s the fun in that?” I said.

“What do you think about Jade?” I asked.

“That girl needs to be on a leash.” She said but she was smiling, really smiling.

“Well she works everyday but Monday so set your own schedule. And that goes for the club as well. Just make sure someone knows how to find you when you are away.”

“What’s the story with Beth?” Charlie asked.

“No story.” I Said. “She dances and hustles drinks like the others. She goes with a customer when they offer, if she wants.”

“But about Jenna?” Charlie said.

“Just that.” I offered. “Jenna happens to like pretty little blondes.” I shrugged. “Beth will be downstairs by the time the evening crowds arrive.” I patted her on her thigh. Charlie scooted closer toward me. “I’m sure you will figure out a way to share some of her free time if that’s what you’re asking.”

“Oh, no, I wasn’t” She stopped.

I smiled at her. “The fuck you weren’t”.

I moved to Albany, New York, in April of 2005, and the city couldn’t give me much of a welcome. State capitols are never the most interesting places, and I recall Albany as mostly state offices and lobbyists and pricey restaurants to service political types. I was there for the state university, where I was to start graduate studies in History in the fall with the intention of getting my PhD and entering academia. That was a pretty ambitious dream, especially considering that I was nearly broke at the time.

I landed in an old, run-down house near the hospital where four friends were renting rooms and had an empty one for me. Classes didn’t start until September, so in the meantime I got a position with a private firm that graded standardized tests. You know those exams you have to take to graduate high school? I graded the essay sections. Me and two-dozen underpaid grad students grading high school essays on computers, all day long. The pay was just enough for me to pay the rent and eat, mainly oatmeal and rice and tubes of Fosters. But a gig is a gig, and I knew what else I could be doing for my money, so I didn’t bitch about it…much.

Among the crew was a young woman, maybe twenty-five years old. She was pale and petite, with copper hair in a short, boyish cut over her green eyes. She was quiet and reserved, but I did manage to coax a name out of her: Tess Janssen.

“Forget it, dude,” grumbled the chesty brunette who sat at the computer next to me. “She bats for the other team.”

I have a history of being attracted to lesbians and I’m curious to know why. Someone once suggested to me that a straight woman has spent her life developing strategies for dealing with men, whether she wants to attract them, or fend them off, in that moment. In any case, the theory went, a man rarely gets to see the woman’s authentic self, not until she trusts him, which could take a while. All he sees is the strategy. But a lesbian wouldn’t bother with a strategy towards men, since they are deemed sexually irrelevant. They could just be themselves, and that authenticity was what attracted me. Interesting theory, and I have no idea if it’s right.

Not to worry, I reassured myself. In September, you’ll be at the university, and no doubt the women will cycle through your bed like it was a subway turnstile. I talked to myself like that to keep my spirits up.

In July, the office crew decided to go out to Bombers on Lark Street one Friday night. Lark Street is the Latin Quarter of Albany, just eight blocks deep, and all the college students were down there on the weekends. Bombers had a burrito bar downstairs, greasy and cheap, and upstairs was a red-painted bar decked out in Christmas lights and tinsel and pennants like an amped-up Mexican brothel. It was loud and everyone got fairly drunk in the three hours we were there.

Tess was more outgoing than I’d ever seen her – a little red-headed social butterfly, flitting from woman to woman and ending each encounter with laughter. Maybe she had to get out of the office to perk up, or maybe her 90-pound frame needed just half a raspberry daiquiri to loosen up. She wore jeans with the cuffs rolled up, blue chucks, a tight black tee, and a khaki jacket with a flag I didn’t recognize on the shoulder.

As the group broke up at around eleven, we stood together by the old jukebox, and she leaned against me tiredly.

“I’m hungry,” she said.

“Not sure if the kitchen’s still open,” I replied.

She suddenly lit up with a smile.

“I gorukle escort have an idea. Come with me.”

I followed her downstairs to the street, where people smoked and chatted outside the bar. She led us a block down the crowded sidewalk, pulled keys from her pocket, and a parked car’s lights came on in front of us. It was a Jaguar F-Type convertible, hunter green.

I looked at her as we got in. We were making about ten dollars an hour at the office, pre-tax.

She dropped the top and ran a few red lights on the way to Route 787. When we merged onto the highway, she stomped the pedal and punched up Coltrane’s “Giant Steps” on the stereo.

“My parents threw a party at their place on the river last night,” she shouted over the wind, motor, and jazz. “There should be a lotta good stuff for us.”

Leftovers with the lesbian in the Jag. Why the hell not? I’d been surviving on red beans and rice for three months.

We crossed the river to Rensselaer, then turned south down Rt. 9 through the woods along the Hudson. Tess braked hard when we got to Janssen Island Road and made a squealing right, pulling up to the estate.

And that clarified everything. The Janssens were one of the first settler families in Albany, straight outta Amsterdam in 1620, long before the British captured what is now New York. They were the oldest money in the capitol region, the kind of wealthy people who don’t need to show off because everybody already knew. They still had a lot of land and influence up here.

I looked at Tess in the moonlight, and now recognized the flag of the Netherlands on her shoulder. The name hadn’t clicked before this.

She stopped in front of the old stone estate house, three hundred and fifty years old. The lights were out in the windows.

We went in through the commercial-grade kitchen, which was larger than my entire apartment, and she turned on the lights and started rummaging through the refrigerators.

“See what you can find,” she told me.

I pulled open a refrigerator.

“Here’s…shrimp? No, it’s lobster. In risotto. Looks good.”

“I found filet mignon,” she said. “And bearnaise sauce, I guess.”

“Linguini Bolognese. Wow, it’s thick…”

We were going to make full courses, but kept finding more, artisanal asiago and stuffed avocados and bacon-wrapped jalapeños, so instead we just heated things up in the micro and ate them off the kitchen island as they came out. There was a rack of wines to choose from, so I picked Chateau Neuf du Pape, a bottle for each of us. She put on “Kind of Blue;” the kitchen had a better sound system than my apartment. We chatted as we ate, and I felt very fine, better than I had since moving to Albany.

“What are you majoring in?” she asked.

“History,” I said. “Are you in school?”

“I finished at Bard,” she said.

“Studying what?”

“Fine Arts.”

She told me about her adventures in the art world, and I learned a lot about the politics of galleries and shows. I had no idea it was so cutthroat. From the outside, it looked refined and bourgeois. I should’ve guessed, of course.

“You have any projects planned for the summer?” I asked. I meant gallery shows.

“Yes! I have a big project in mind.”

“What’s that?”

“Well, this summer, I want to investigate men.”

I looked up at her. She was smiling, green eyes holding mine intensely.

I leaned across the table, a bit tentatively because I only half-believed it. She grinned altıparmak eskort bayan at me, enjoying it.

I kissed her, and she grabbed the back of my head and held our lips firmly together. But she pulled away – she wanted more, right now.

She jumped off the stool, came around the table, and grabbed me by the front of my shirt.

“This way,” she said.

She hauled me into the next room, which was a plush lounge for dinner parties, towards the staircase across the room. But her little ass was so adorable as she led me on that I had to give her a quick spank. She turned around with a grin to swat me back; she wasn’t shy, so I knew she’d been with women. I got my arms around her waist and grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her against me and kissing the side of her neck hard.

“The bed’s upstairs,” she moaned.

I was already pulling her shirt over her head. She was too petite to need a bra, something I’d already noticed in the office. She unclasped my belt and tried to pull my jeans down, but we got tangled up in each other and our clothes and tumbled to the carpeted floor.

“Oh, fuck it. Let’s do it here,” she laughed.

I had to pull off her sneakers to get her jeans off; she wore split five-toe socks in rainbow colors, which were so cute that I left them on. She had the palest skin I’d ever seen, milky and smooth. I slipped her panties down her thighs and the strip of copper hair over the mound stood out brightly against the white skin.

I wore UnderArmor boxer-briefs under my jeans, and when she got the denim off, she knelt next to me and ran her fingers over the stiff bulge. I laid on my back, and she pulled the boxers off and held my cock delicately.

“Is this, uh, big?” she asked.

“Nah, it’s average.”

“What’s this line here?”

“The circumcision scar.”

“Oh.”

I put my hand over hers to show her how to stroke it. She knelt over me, straddling my legs, and kissed the swollen head.

“How do I…um…”

I took her hand and licked up and back over her index finger. She repeated everything I did to her finger on my cock, slowly licking the shaft and gently sucking the head. Then I held her hand and let her learn on her own, exploring my cock with her lips and tongue, quickly growing more confident. She rubbed the shaft against her cheek affectionately.

“It’s fun,” she said with a grin.

I put her finger all the way into my mouth, tonguing it firmly and sucking as I pulled it out. She repeated it on my cock, but went down too far and gagged a little; then she learned how deep she could go, and sucked it slowly and lovingly. I stroked her hair as she learned her way around a man.

Then she reached down between her legs and started working on herself – languidly at first, then more firmly, and she was working my cock faster, too. She let out little mews of pleasure as she grew more excited.

“My turn,” I said as I lifted her off me.

I spread her out on her back, laid down and put my arms under her legs; then I kissed up the insides of her thighs, and she stretched luxuriously on the thick carpet with a long “Mmmmmm…”

Her pussy was tiny, with delicate pink inner lips like petals that I spread with two fingers. I teased her lips and clit with the tip of my tongue, tasting her wetness. She was very responsive, giggling and purring and lifting her hips to me, and I almost chuckled remembering how staid she was in the office.

I pulled nilüfer eskort bayan the wet skin over the stem of her clit taunt between my fingers and massaged back and forth with the tip of my tongue. She gasped at the sudden intensity, but I only pressed down a little harder in response. I slipped two fingers into her, a bit tentatively, but she was wet and opened easily. I rubbed and pulled over her G-spot as I lapped her slowly.

“Oh, you’re torturing me!” she whined.

“Tell me to stop.”

“Nooooooo…”

I slowly fucked her with my fingers, turning the knuckles around in her, tonguing her tiny clit the whole time. The tip felt no larger than the head of a pin on my tongue.

“I wanna feel your cock in me,” she said dreamily, bucking her hips against my fingers in time with me.

I sat up and knelt between her legs, putting one of her knees over my shoulder; then I slipped my cock inside her slowly, all the way in, watching her reaction. She started panting lightly as I rocked in and out of her, her eyes tightly closed.

Then I leaned forward with her leg still up, tilting her hips back and putting my hands to either side of her head. I pushed in as deeply as I could and held it there, grinding down on her clit. She bit her lip, and I leaned down to kiss her. As I pulled away, I started riding her harder, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, grunting each time my cock drove into her. After a good long ride, I pulled out of her.

“Roll over,” I said. “Come up on your knees, but leave your head down.” Well, she knew what that was for; she lifted her little ass high and looked back at me over her shoulder, inviting me back in.

I grabbed her hips, got back in her and fucked her hard this time. I noticed how firm and lean her body was – I was banging against her ass, but there was no fat on her body to bounce. Then I grabbed her arms, pulling them back towards me, lifting her off the floor as I fucked her deeply.

“Oh, god, you’re strong!” she whined. I’m not strong; she just wasn’t used to men.

It didn’t take long before she arched her back and came with a squeal, which was good for me since her panting and whining were turning me on so much, I didn’t think I’d be able to hold off much longer. She clenched her muscles down on my cock and I came hard, banging into her until it was over.

I let go of her arms and she stretched them out in front of her, cheek to the floor, trying to catch her breath – but she stayed on her knees, and I still slowly fucked her, and I stroked her waist and back and ass until I couldn’t stay hard anymore. She looked back at me and smiled tiredly, chuckling, and all at once the exhaustion hit me, too, now that the adrenaline was gone. We picked up our clothes and went upstairs to bed. The socks still looked cute on her.

That was our only night together. After that, we smiled at each other knowingly in the office, but she never had much to say, though she was no longer standoffish. Perhaps she finished her bi-curious experiments, or maybe carried on with someone else. In September, we both left the company; she moved down to Brooklyn to compete against bigger fish, and I started grad school, which kept me busy enough. I followed Tess’ career online for a while before getting too involved with other things and other people. I hope she did well in that cutthroat world, so cosmopolitan on the outside and so contentious within.

As for me, life was much easier after the teaching assistant paychecks and financial aid came in, and though I was hardly rich, I could afford better beer. And I did quite well with those university sigma-women, intelligent and career-minded and bookish; it takes a long time for them to let you in (quite literally), but I have to say that they’re very good company once they do.

This is my story and was published here under another account.

*****

We were rather ordinary lovers I should say…that is until the day that is seared into my memory. When I say ‘ordinary’ lovers, we started and progressed as I had always heard relationships will. Dating started, we got closer over several months, moved to kissing and what used to be called necking and petting. He is handsome in a businessman kind of way and I…well, I have a ‘good’ body, with ample curves, breasts, and a solid ass.

Frankly, I (my name is Jeanetta) usually had to lead him, not from a need to control, but he seemed a bit passive. Sex was normally the missionary style and not particularly satisfactory to me. I was never quite sure how he felt about our lovemaking; he kept his feelings in pretty much.

When I am on my own, I read erotic fiction of the type found on a site called Literotica. I told Jon at the beginning that I indulged in sexy stories and he seemed to eventually accept that as my choice. But not until after we had an argument about it. He thought that he ought to be enough stimulation for me; I just said that sometimes I needed a little push. And perhaps something like that would do him some good too. Of course, he is not stupid, I would not date him if he were. And he did comment one day that he wondered if I was enjoying our relationship (for which read sex) and I told him it was ‘ok’ but a little variety would be nice. Was I going to lose him; we had fun and had put escort bayan some time into this burgeoning relationship.

As the weeks went by, I sensed he was trying to ‘upgrade’ things, but I was hardly prepared for what came next.

One day he mentioned that he had just read the novel of “The Godfather’ and thought it was a terrific book. Couldn’t figure out why he would mention this particular book, and I did not realize how the book affected him…until ‘that day’.

We had a date arranged and I expected the usual. But, the day before, he texted me and asked me if I would do some things for him. First, he said that he wanted me to be completely naked when he arrived at my apartment. This was very unusual since we normally removed our clothing together in the bedroom. Second, he said (and this really threw me) that he wanted me to masturbate for a few minutes before he arrived. Jeez, Jon, we had never even used the word before in conversation!

Third, he wanted me to unlock the front door, and to be sitting on my bed when he arrived. Curiouser and curiouser, since we always progressed from the couch to the bed. He would text me shortly before he arrived so I could be ready.

The day arrived and I was nervous about what he had in mind. Mr. Standard Stuff. I got his text, went to the bedroom and stroked myself until I was aroused. I heard the front open, close, and lock. Jon strode in to my bedroom, himself completely naked and with an already major erection. altıparmak escort bayan And it was *glistening* with lube — never knew…

“Stand-up” he said, closing the bedroom door behind him. Taking me by the hand, he moved me to the door with my back against it. “Raise your hands above your head”. I started to ask why, but he took my hands and raised them with my wrists crossed holding them with one of his hands. Vague fear.

With his other hand he placed the palm against my mound and snarled “spread your legs”. With that, he plunged his huge cock with that incredibly large purple mushroom head directly into my already wet pussy! I gasped. Suddenly he was so far in me, no, he was up in me and using his free hand cupped a breast, and placed his mouth right on mine: “stick out your tongue” he commanded, which I did. All of a sudden my breathing became taut, his cock plunging in, out, in, out….it was like he was giving no quarter, his mouth sucking my tongue into him. Heat. His thrusts were so powerful that he was almost lifting me off my feet (my God, I hadn’t realized how strong his cock was). My own power surged and I took my hands down around his back and almost involuntarily dug my nails into his sweaty back. His free hand twisted my hair around it, pulling me even tighter into him. Blood rushing.

It was all I could do to stay standing; my pulse racing; now he slammed and slammed and slammed up into me. I was so nilüfer eskort taken off guard and before I hardly knew it, my orgasm launched like a rocket, my body tightened…’oh god what is this’… I could hardly breathe, but I could scream (how is that possible my fleeting thought); my scream emitting directly into his throat…all at once it seemed ( but took forever) my scream became guttural, unreal, his cock so big…not just his cock in me: all of him in me. Ab muscles so taut, nipples crushed against him, glutes compelling my body around his cock. Clitoris opened of its own accord. Orgasm waves came so fast in me (hell the whole universe orgasmed within me).

His own orgasm came quickly (as in never ending it seemed) and he and I were both screaming at the same time. Strong jets of semen from him, large effusions of fluid from me….my knees going slack, weak, feeling of falling; held up only by his magnificent massive cock. Sound of roaring my ears (Me? Him? Niagara?) Blackout. I must have blacked out. Dimly remember being supported under my arms and somehow collapsing on somewhere soft.

It was only later that I wakened, wooly headed, my pussy lips swollen and pink. I was naked in my bed, with a coverlet over me, and a towel between my legs…did I do that, no, he must have. The room was so quiet now. Where was he? Had that been *his* cock….how had I not noticed before? What the hell happened?

There was a book next to my pillow, with a note attached.

“Jeanetta,

Read the first chapter, about the birthday party for the Godfather’s daughter. His older boy (Sonny) and one of the ladies of the clan in the upstairs room. I doubt it was as good for them as it was for us today. Talk soon…I am doing a lot of other reading these days.

Jon”

As I have shared in previous accounts of my past summer doing pool maintenance services, I have experienced some unexpected and unbelievable erotic encounters. I had one experience that was quite different from the others, and I know it will the one that will remain in my mind the longest. It happened at a beautiful home on Cardinal Drive, not the largest by any means in a neighborhood of magnificent estates, but a large well-maintained mansion in a somewhat secluded location. The pool at the home was always one of the easier ones to clean and maintain, and I was usually in and out in about a half hour. Typically, the only time I saw a person there was when the owner came out and gave me my check. She was a kind woman and always thanked me for my good work.

So, it surprised me one week when the owner’s daughter came out of the house to deliver my check. I had not seen her before. In fact, I was not even aware that the owners had any children. She looked to be my age. She was dressed simply and comfortably in a pair of athletic shorts, a pink T-shirt, and flip-flops.

“My Mom asked me to give you this check,” she said as she looked down at the paper she was holding. “She and my Dad are out of town for the rest of the week. I take it that you are Chris?”

“Thanks,” I replied. “I didn’t know that your folks had any children since I seldom see anyone back here while I am working. What’s your name?”

“Ashley.”

“Well, I am pleased to meet you Ashley. You are very beautiful. Seems like I would have seen you laying out in the sun at some point this summer since you are so nice and tan.”

“I’m pretty modest,” Ashley replied. “I usually never go out by the pool unless I’m sure I will be alone.”

“I am guessing that means you sunbathe in the nude to get that nice even tan,” I said with a smile. “That would make sense in a nice private back yard like this one.”

“I would never dream of doing something like that,” Ashley replied with wide eyes. “I would be mortified if someone came back here and caught me naked. Besides you, we do have other workers back here sometimes.”

“Are you usually home when I show up here every week? It would have been nice to have you come out and talk to me while I worked.”

“I have often watched you from my bedroom window upstairs,” she answered while directing her eyes to a window facing the pool area. “My Mom is always talking about what a nice boy you are and how dependable you are. I would always watch for you because I think you are very cute and very athletic.”

“Then you should have come out and introduced yourself weeks ago,” I said. “It makes the job so much more enjoyable when I have a cute girl like you to talk to.”

“Like I said, I am pretty shy and modest. I was afraid I would not be able to think of something cool to say.”

“How old are you?” I asked cautiously, not wanting to make her nervous.

“19. I will be a freshman at the local university this fall.”

“Cool,” I replied. “I’ll be a junior there this fall, though I still haven’t settled on a major. That’s why I am doing jobs like this in the summer.”

Ashley was a very sweet young girl, and I enjoyed talking to her as I admired her attractive figure and expressive face. We talked about the university campus, and she had a million questions about where certain dormitories were located and how the food service worked. I was dying to get her phone number so I could ask her out on a date, but it didn’t seem appropriate for the daughter of one of best clients. As it turned out, Ashley was the one who broke the ice.

“This is so awkward for me to say,” she began. “The main reason I came out was to see if you would be interested in coming back after work and have dinner with me here on the patio? As I said, my parents are out of town for a few days, and it would be nice to have some company here.”

“I would like that,” I said with a big smile. “Can I bring something?”

“I was thinking take out since I don’t have much experience as a cook. Chinese, maybe? Pizza? Pad Thai?”

We settled on Chinese takeout, and I told her that I would be back by about 5:00 that evening. I am used to eating alone most nights in my small apartment, and I was excited by the prospect of a nice dinner with a beautiful girl. After I finished my last pool job for the day, I went home, showered, and put on some fresh clothes. I got back to her house just as the restaurant delivery guy was leaving, so the timing was perfect.

Just like in the movies, we ate our Chinese entrees right out of the white cardboard containers. Ashley and I talked some more about college and favorite rock groups, but I could tell that there was something more on her mind. I did not want to be too direct or sound too inquisitive, so I let it rest. I figured that if there was something she wanted to say, it would come out eventually. We took glasses of lemonade down to the pool after dinner to relax and enjoy the summer evening. Then, out of nowhere, Ashley turned to me and spoke in a nervous voice.

“This is hard for me to say, but there is something more I wanted to ask. Actually, the main reason I invited you back this evening.”

“What görükle escort do you want to ask?” I replied as I sipped my lemonade.

“It’s not so much a question as a confession,” she said. “I mentioned that I have been watching you from my bedroom window all summer. I think you are very cute, and ever since I first saw you, I have been wondering if you could help me with a big problem.”

“If it deals with something I can help you with, I’m willing to help. What’s the issue.”

“I’ve never been with a boy before,” Ashley said with tears welling up in her eyes. “You know, in a romantic or intimate way. My parents are so strict that I never really felt like I had a real opportunity to do things like other girls.”

“That is hard for me to picture,” I replied. “You are so beautiful. I would have guessed that you would have a long line of guys wanting to go out with you.”

“There was one guy in high school that I thought I liked, but it turned out to be horrible. We were in his house when no one else was there and he started taking off my clothes. The lights were out and I tried hard to get him to stop, but he managed to pull my shorts and panties off and put his stiff penis between my legs. I was crying the whole time and begging him to stop, but he just kept pressing deeper into me until I felt him ejaculate. The whole thing only took a few minutes, but it was the worst thing that I had ever experienced. As soon as he fell off me, I pulled on my clothes and ran out of the house. He took my virginity, but even worse, he robbed me of my confidence. That was nearly three years ago, but I have lived with the guilt and the feeling that I might never be intimate with a boy again.”

Ashley was sobbing now, and so I moved closer and gave her a powerful hug. She had probably been trying to say this to someone for years, and once she had a chance to spill out her pent-up emotions, I got the feeling that this was a moment of therapy for her. I held her close for several minutes without talking and kissed her gently on her cheek to let her know that I would do my best to try to comfort her in any way I could.

“Not all guys are like that selfish asshole,” I said quietly. “You’re too nice a girl to let one horrible experience ruin everything for the rest of your life. Is there a way that I can help?”

“I know there are a lot of good guys that treat girls better,” Ashley said as she wiped away some tears. “I think you are a nice guy.”

“I’d like to think I am a good person. I certainly would never treat you like that.”

“I’ll be living away from home at college in a few weeks, and I am still afraid that my memories of that night will keep haunting me. I am so worried that I may push all guys away before I even give them a chance to love me.”

“I think you will know the right guy when he comes along,” I said. “It may be hard at first, but you need to lower your defenses a little bit and let some people into your life.”

“I know, but all of the other girls my age are so much more experienced when it comes to guys and dating, and even sex if that ever becomes a possibility for me again. I am afraid that the college guys will be so disappointed when they discover how clueless I am.”

“You just have to give it some time,” I suggested. “It may be hard for you at first, but I am sure you will find your way. When that time comes, the guy you select will be one very lucky dude!”

“Will you be that guy?” Ashley asked nervously. “Okay, now it’s out. I wanted you to come back this evening because I have been dreaming that you might be the guy who can help me to overcome my inhibitions and find out what real intimate pleasure is all about. I know we hardly know each other, but I have a feeling that you would treat me with respect. I think you can see that I am a good and decent person.”

At first I was unsure how to react. Ashley was beautiful, and I knew I would be a fool to pass up such an opportunity. But I was also thinking about the possibility that it might not go so well. She had already had a bad experience with a guy, and I wondered what would happen if she freaked out when I tried to get intimate with her. We both sat quietly for a few moments, and I think Ashley knew I was weighing my options.

“I know I am making a strange request,” she said, “but I am really serious. I have been wanting to say this to you since the first day I saw you working on our pool. Can we go inside and talk about it some more?”

“Okay,” I replied a bit nervously. “It is getting a little chilly out here on the patio.”

“Let’s go up to my bedroom so you can see the view I have of the pool in the back yard. It’s where I first saw you.”

Ashley’s bedroom was exactly like I pictured it would be. It was a spacious room decorated in pale pink and white colors, and the wall decorations reflected her interests in music and fine art. There was a large walk-in closet at one end of the room that featured a full-length mirror, and I could see a large shower through the open bathroom door at the other end of the room. Ashley and I stood in a comforting embrace near her bed.

“Are you eskort bayan sure that this is what you want?” I whispered in her ear. “Do you promise that you will tell me immediately if you ever get uncomfortable?”

“Ever since I first saw you out working on our pool, I have been very sure about this. I circled this weekend on my calendar the day I found out that my parents would be out of town. I have been waiting for a time when I had the house to myself.”

“Tell me again how you think that I can help you,” I said as I kissed her cheek.

“I want to find out what is feels like to be loved by a guy. I want to find out what boys like and what I need to do to make them feel special. I want to see if I have the courage to reveal my body to a boy. I’m 19 years old and no boy has ever seen me naked.”

“I think the biggest mistake that many girls make at the beginning of a relationship is the feeling that they must first please the guy to make him happy. Guys love being intimate and getting sexual satisfaction, but it’s not a one-way street. When I have been in a relationship with a girl, I always try to focus on her needs first. Would you like us to start that way?”

Ashley didn’t say a word but silently nodded as she looked up at me with innocent eyes. “That would be so much different than my first horrible experience.”

“I would like very much to see your beautiful body, Ashley,” I whispered. “Is it okay if I take off your clothes so that I can see you completely?”

Ashley collected her courage and nodded her consent. I began by massaging her back to relax her and then I lifted her T-shirt over her head. She was wearing a very pretty lacy bra, but it was sheer enough to give some suggestion of her beautiful breasts. I looked her in the eyes to see if I should continue, and she gently nodded. I reached back to unhook her bra and slowly removed it to reveal the most beautiful breasts I had ever seen. They were a bit larger than I expected, perfectly formed, and more pale than the tanned skin of her torso. I gently massaged both breasts as I kissed her passionately.

“You are incredible,” I whispered as I pressed her against my chest. “Are you still okay or do you want me to stop now?”

“I want you to keep going,” she said quietly. “This is just the way I imagined this moment.”

With that encouragement, I unsnapped her shorts and pulled them down her legs. She stepped out of them and kicked them aside. I reached behind her and slid my hands past the waistline of her panties so that I could feel the soft skin of her ass. Ashley seemed to like the sensation as I massaged each cheek. I could sense both uncertainty and anticipation as she stood before me wearing nothing but lacy panties.

“I have never seen a more beautiful body in my life,” I said quietly as I gazed at her. “It is hard to believe that you have not revealed yourself like this to any other boy. How does it make you feel to be nearly naked with me?”

“It feels embarrassing and exciting and surreal and unbelievable,” Ashley said with a bit more courage in her voice. “Do you think other boys will think I am beautiful too?”

I walked Ashley over to the full-length mirror on the door of her closet and stood behind her. “Do you ever really look at yourself in the mirror after a shower?” I asked. “I’ve known some girls who say they do not like the way they look without clothes, even though they are beautiful.”

“I guess I don’t,” she admitted.

“I think society and the media have caused many girls to feel discouraged about their looks for no reason.” I slid my hands around her torso, briefly cupped her breasts, and then guided them down her elegant feminine curves. “You are stunning in every sense of the word, and you should feel very confident in your beauty. When you get to the point where you feel fully comfortable in your own skin like you are doing here, I guarantee you will feel more confident when you begin to explore relationships with other guys.”

I could sense that Ashley was getting more nervous at the prospect of being totally revealed, and when I reached for the waistband of her underwear, she put her hands there first as if to say that she was not yet ready for that final step. I hugged her closely for several moments and then motioned for her to lie down on her bed. We pulled back the comforter and top sheet, and she quietly lay on the bed. I think she suspected that I would tear off my clothes and ravage her, but instead, I sat next to her and began to stroke her hair and face.

“Just relax and let me show you what intimate pleasure is like,” I said quietly. “Are you still comfortable with how things are going?”

“It actually feels very relaxing,” Ashley said with a comforting smile. “Aren’t you going to get undressed?”

“In a little bit,” I reassured her. “My whole focus in on you right now.”

I began a slow and sensual exploration of her body with my hands. She seemed to like it when I gently massaged her breasts and tickled her nipples with my fingertips. I continued down the length of her abdomen, emphasizing her lovely feminine curves along the way. I started altıparmak escort to pull off her panties, and this time she did not resist my advances. A small tuft of fine hair came into view, and as I continued to pull her lacy garment down her legs, the soft folds of her labia were revealed. I slid her panties over her feet and placed them on the bed next to her body. Ashley was now completely naked.

When I began to move my fingers in slow circles around the cleft between her legs, she wriggled around a bit at the sensation that was obviously totally new to her. I probed deeper with one finger and got an immediate response.

“Your finger feels so good,” Ashley whispered with her eyes closed.

“Do you ever do this to yourself?” I asked.

“I guess I have tried a few times,” she replied, “but I always felt self-conscious about doing it.”

“No need to feel bad about making yourself feel good,” I whispered as I continued to pleasure her with my finger. “It should be as natural as breathing.”

“It feels so much better when you do it,” she said quietly.

I eased her legs apart slightly and positioned myself so that I could introduce Ashley to the pleasures of oral stimulation. I started by kissing her breasts and then worked my way down her torso until my lips were pressed against her pussy lips. She moaned softly as my tongue began to probe for her sensitive love bud. At the same time, she opened legs a bit wider to allow me to probe even deeper. She let out an even louder sigh when my tongue found her sensitive clit, and she began to move her body in rhythm with my oral advances. For several minutes, Ashley was moaning and twisting as her pleasure increased, and then finally she let out a loud moan as she climaxed. I continued to probe with my tongue until she squeezed her legs together to signal that she could take no more.

“Are you going to take off your clothes now?” Ashley asked. “I need to know how to give the same pleasure to a boy.”

“Let’s take a shower first,” I suggested. “Your shower looks big enough for both of us.”

“I think that would feel good,” Ashley replied. “Do I get to strip you like you did to me?”

“If you prefer. I am more than ready to press my skin against your body.”

Still naked, Ashley stood up, pulled my shirt over my head, and pressed her face against my bare chest. She stroked the muscles across my back and arms and the look of anticipation in her eyes suggested that she was anxious to see a boy completely revealed for the first time in her life. She unsnapped my shorts and dragged them quickly down my legs. As I stepped out of them, I noticed that Ashley was closely gazing at the bulge in my briefs.

“Go ahead and touch it if you want,” I urged. “Girls sometimes like to trace the shape through the fabric before they actually pull them down.”

“It looks bigger than I expected,” Ashley whispered as she began to stroke the bulging fabric. “Are all boys like this?”

“You’ll find out that cocks come in all sizes and shapes,” I said with a smile. “I may be a bit bigger than some, but they all work the same way. See for yourself.”

With that encouragement, she grabbed the waistband with both hands and slowly pulled down my briefs. She was hesitant to pull them over my cock that was now starting to come to life, but when she did, she let out a hushed exclamation when it flopped into view.

“It is much bigger than I imagined,” she said.

“I guarantee you that it will get even bigger the more you give it your full attention. Let’s get into the shower. You will have plenty of time to explore your new toy.”

The shower in the ensuite bathroom was one of those large walk-in showers with marble walls, a built-in bench, and an array of overhead shower heads. It was a perfect setting for two people who were exploring each other’s body for the first time. Since we were alone in the house, we were not rushed for time, and so we reveled in the warm water that was cascading down on us. My focus was on Ashley’s perfect tits, while she was fixated on my cock that was growing harder each time she stroked it with her soft, soapy hands. I knew that if she continued her marvelous hand job, I would shoot my load tight there in the shower, but since I wanted to save myself for later activities, I suggested that we get out of the shower and dry off.

“Why did you stop me?” Ashley asked as I dried her back. “It seemed like you were getting close to orgasm.”

“You are so right,” I replied, “and that is why I thought we should take a pause. There is more that I would like to show you, and I thought it would be better to do it in your bed.”

Once in her bed again, I lay on my back so that she could continue her study of the male anatomy. She brought her head close to my midsection and just gazed at my flaccid penis for a few moments, now just a few inches from her face. She began to trace her fingers lightly along my thighs and lower torso and giggled a little when my cock began to twitch slightly and begin to harden. She was fascinated by the folds of skin on my scrotum and stroked my balls carefully as my erection became more pronounced. When she turned her attention to the tip and shaft of my cock, my moans of pleasure convinced her that she was doing everything right. Within minutes, I was as hard and as aroused as I had ever been, and I would have been perfectly satisfied if her hand job had led to a happy ending.

Growing up I was always the guy that stuck up for everybody. For some reason when my buddies, actually anyone, picked on someone or teased a bullied kid, I’d stop it. I wasn’t trying to be a hero, it bothered me.

One girl in particular seemed to get harassed more than anyone else. Her name was Debbie and she was a thin, pale, redheaded white girl with a ton of freckles. Maybe she got teased because our school was full of Latinos, like me. But after stepping into rescue her once again from some assholes, I made an announcement.

“From now on everybody needs to know that if you fuck with Debbie, you’re fucking with me.”

As if to test me, I heard a voice behind me.

“Puto, I’ll fuck with whoever I want!” I turned and saw an upper classman talking his shit. Without a moment’s hesitation I punched him in the face, connecting with his glass jaw, and he dropped like a rock in a swimming pool.

I looked around. No one else said a word.

Pretty much from then on Debbie was untouchable and people left her alone. She even came out of her shell. We’d say “hi” when we passed reach other, but never were overly friendly.

Time passed and finally, high school graduation came. After the festivities were over, Debbie, still a thin, pale, redheaded white girl with a ton of freckles approached me.

“I should have told you this a long time ago, thank you. You saved my life.” She shyly kissed me, then she walked away. I thought to myself that Debbie would be okay.

Twenty five years pass. Army, work, marriage, kids, kids grown up, divorce. That summarizes my life. No complaints, life was good, I had a small, but highly successful business that basically ran itself, the ex was happy with her new husband, the kids were educated and successful.

In early spring, I get a call from a classmate I hadn’t seen in years. I was told that there was a high school class reunion in the works and could they plan on me coming?

No hesitation, “Count me in.”

The reunion was several months down the road. I had always been in decent shape, but now I had a goal. I wanted to look good so I started running and working out steadily. By the time of the gathering, I felt better than I had in years.

Finally. The. Day. Arrived.

The morning of the reunion I looked at the itinerary. The day would start with a late lunch at 1:00 p.m., happy hour at 6:00 p.m., dinner and a dance to follow.

At görükle escort bayan lunch I saw people I hadn’t seen in over two decades. I saw women that had aged well, and some that hadn’t. Jocks that were fat, nerds that were rich, cool guys that weren’t. All in all, being the humble person I am, I thought I had done okay and looked pretty damn good.

I had gotten a room at the hotel where the activities were taking place so I wouldn’t have to worry about driving if the partying got a little out of hand. After the lunch was over, I resisted a few invitation to have more drinks because I wanted to be ready for the night time festivities to come.

At precisely 6:00 p.m., I went to the happy hour and saw more people that hadn’t been there during the day. It was a good feeling to see people that had part of my growing up.

I had a drink and started looking for a place to claim for dinner, when I felt a tap on my shoulder. I turned and was looking at the most gorgeous woman I had seen in a long, long time. She hugged me and gave me a light kiss on the lips as I stood there like a idiot. She had beautiful red, shoulder length hair, green eyes, a body that looked like it did runway modeling. Her makeup was minimal and she had perfectly manicured hands and perfectly pedicured feet in four inch CFM heels. One thing I was glad she wasn’t wearing was a wedding band. She also had freckles.

She backed away, smiling and said, “You don’t remember me?”

“I wish I did, you’re really gorgeous.”

She said, “You saved my life.”

“Debbie?”

“That’s me!”

“You look incredible!”

“You look good yourself, how have you been?”

We grabbed a drink and found a place to sit for dinner. We caught up on twenty five years of history (I won’t bore you with details, other than she was single too and she had been a successful businesswoman). We saw and spoke to other classmates that night, but we were totally engrossed with each other.

“I want to tell you something,” Debbie said.

“Okay, tell me anything you want.”

“I have always thought of you. You were the only decent thing in my life when we were in school. When you stood up for me, everything changed, for the better. I always wanted to see you. And now, here we are.”

As she was talking she held my hand. The band started playing a slow song. I led her out to the dance floor and she melted into altıparmak eskort my body. She was fit with firm tits that were smashed into my chest, a narrow waist, a perfect ass and beautiful toned legs. Every person who had ever been mean to her must have been amazed at her transformation from literally an ugly ducking to beautiful swan…and she was holding, tightly, to me. It felt very romantic, but but my cock was filling up and pressed into her. Her reaction to my hard dick was to grind lightly back.

The evening ended and we were still talking. I asked where she was staying and it turned out we were in the same hotel.

Debbie said, “I have an idea. Check out of your room and come stay with me. I have a suite. Please, it would be wonderful to spend tonight together.”

I immediately responded, “That would be great, give me thirty minutes to check out of my room.”

Before I left her, she whispered in my ear, “I hope you’re not tired.”

I hurriedly went to my room, repacked, and went to the service counter and checked out.

A half hour later after leaving Debbie’s side, I was at her door. she let me in with a kiss after answering my knock and toured me around her suite. It occupied half of the top floor of the hotel and had spectacular views. Four couples could have stayed there.

After we had explored the entire suite, Debbie excused herself to change into something “comfortable” as she was still dressed as she had been for the dance and reunion dinner. It goes without saying the entire time I had spend touring the suite, my cock was throbbing and dying for release.

After a few minutes, Debbie returned dressed only in a emerald green bra, panties, stockings with a garder attached to the panties, and finally, white 4 inch blackstiletto heels. The green of her attire next to her freckled skin had me totally mesmerized. As I stared at her, I noticed that the panties were crotchless and the trimmed bush peeking out was the same red color of her hair.

She approached me and placed her arms around my neck and, as I pulled her into me, kissed me.

“I’ve been thinking of this for a long time, you better deliver.”

I sucked her tongue into my mouth as my hands followed the curve of her perfect ass before moving up to pinch her already hard nipples. Debbie unbuttoned my dress shirt and pulled it off and then her hands reached for nilüfer escort my belt and unbuckled it before unbuttoning my slacks and pulling my pants down to the floor. She dropped to her knees and pulled down my boxers. Released at last, my hard cock popped free from being restrained and Debbie grabbed me at the base of my cock and kissed my cockhead before taking my entire 7 inch length into her mouth. As she sucked me she swirled her tongue and massaged my balls. Her cocksucking skills were fantastic and I knew I wouldn’t last long.

I stood her up, stepped out of the clothing that had dropped at my feet and kicked them away. I took Debbie by the hand, led her to the closest bed and pushed her onto her back. I parted her toned legs and took her left shoe off and kissed her foot. I’ve always had a thing (a fetish?) for a woman’s beautiful feet, and I sucked on her toes as a soft moan escaped her lips. I replaced the shoe and kissed my way up her legs. Debbie had trimmed her bush into a small red triangle above her pussy. Heat was radiating from her cunt and juices were leaking from her.

I took her pussy lips, her labia into my mouth as I kissed them as though I was making out with the lips on her face. As I licked her, her pussy opened and I pushed my tongue in as deep as I could and tasted her. I found her clitoral hood and her engorged clit and I sucked. Suddenly Debbie erupted in a violent orgasm.

“Oh my god…oh fuck…don’t stop…DON’T STOP!!!!”

Debbie was being racked by waves of pleasure and then squirted a warm, clear liquor over my face. It was the one of the most erotic experiences I’d ever had. She was surprised at the volume of her release and started to apologize. I stopped her because I loved it.

I moved up and kissed her with her juices dripping off my face. At the same time I lined my throbbing cock at the entrance to her snatch and pushed inside of Debbie. She was wet and tight and as I bottomed out inside her, I paused to feel her. I was gripped by a warm, tight, velvety glove as she started working her kegels to massage me.

After only a minute, I was ready to explode. I wanted to make our first fuck (love making) last, but I knew I’d be ready for more. I started fucking, literally punching in and out of Debbie, as fast and hard as I could. Her tits bounced out of the sexy bra holding them and then I came, an eruption that felt like it started at the bottom of my feet, up through my body, blowing my cum into her waiting cunt.

Debbie screamed as she mirrored my orgasm with her own climax. I collapsed onto her as my sperm flowed into her and mixed with her juices.

As we held on to one another, breathlessly, Debbie said, “It was worth the wait….”

Normally I take the train when going onto a business trip. Twenty eight year old me tries to use over night trains as often as possible. Because you have an ordinary day, you board a train in the early evening, you watch the landscape passing by while it is getting dark and then you fall asleep while listening to the rhythmic train noises. Best sleep ever.

I normally book a single cabin, a room for myself. Because my company pays for it, and it just is a more relaxing thing to do than sharing your room with some total strangers. But well, something went wrong at that day. The railway company screwed up the booking. So I ended up in a four person cabin.

I complained a lot, but the train conductor couldn’t do anything to help me out. All single rooms were already occupied. But he told me that only one other person would be with me in the cabin. The person would board at the next station.

There was nothing that I could do than to swallow the bitter pill. Because there was no other method of transport available to bring me to my destination that was able to give me enough sleep to function during the business meetings on the next day. So I made the best out of it. I enjoyed my hour alone as good as I could.

At the next stop the second passenger boarded. She was a woman around twenty six years old, and she caught my eye. She looked pissed, more than pissed, she looked angry. Like she was going to explode soon. Tension was in the air. Nope, not the nice sexual one, it was nothing but anger.

At first I only watched her. She gave me a look that can kill. She clearly didn’t wanted me to be in the cabin with here. And to be honest, I didn’t wanted her in my cabin too. But being angry, hostile towards each other was no solution. We both were stuck together for one night. So I asked her a simple question: “Have they fucked up your booking too?”

She nodded with her head. She told me that she was booking a single cabin, but landed in here with me. I told her that the same thing happened to me too. We both complained a lot about the railway company. We called them names, we came up with plans to take revenge on them. Talking about it made our anger go away, and by far more important, it broke the ice. We had a conversation up and running.

It escort bayan bursa didn’t took long and we were sitting at the table next to the window. Enjoying some drinks we got from the board service. Talking while looking out of the window, watching the sun set in the passing by landscape. We found out that we both love doing something like that.

Our eyes were meeting more and more often. We got touchier. Our legs were playing with each other. Our hands were touching at every opportunity. It didn’t took long and we were sitting on my bench, next to each other, cuddling, talking a little bit and enjoying the passing by landscape while the rhythmic train noises were calming us down.

We had turned off the big lights some time ago. Just some moody lighting. It was nothing but romantic. We began to kiss each other. Our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. We just let go. We both enjoyed every second of it.

It took a while until our gentle kisses were turning into passionate ones. It took a while until she stood up and locked the cabin door from inside. After we were safe from someone coming inside our cabin, she began to strip naked for me. She did it in a very sexy way. She made me want her even more. Horny was in full swing now.

Horny took over. I needed to get out of my clothes too. No, I wasn’t putting on a show for her. I just did in the I have to get naked as fast as possible way, I scattered my clothes all over the place. Watching me put a smile on her face.

Not even a minute later she was sitting on the table. Her back was pressing against the window, totally uncovered, everyone outside could see her. And could probably partly see what was going on inside the dimly lit cabin too. It was huge turn on for both of us.

Then she opened up her legs for me. She gave me a first view on her delicious looking pussy. I accepted her invitation. It didn’t took long and my tongue was inside her pussy, until my tongue was teasing her clit. Soon her moaning filled the room. No, she wasn’t suppressing, she wasn’t holding back anything, she just let go. Let the neighbors be part of it too.

I brought her closer and closer to an orgasm by only using my tongue. I enjoyed her taste, I enjoyed every second bursa sinirsiz eskort of eating her out. It made my dick even harder. But it was time finish her off. So I brought some fingers into the game: At first one finger slid inside her, then a second one, then a third one and in the end she asked for a fourth one.

My tongue was still playing with her clit while my fingers were sliding in and out of her dripping wet swollen pussy. Her moaning now was nothing but loud and intense. Her hands were grabbing onto my head. She was really close to an orgasm. And I let her jump over the edge.

Her trembling legs stopped squeezing my head the moment she came. Her hands fell of my head. She was gone for some time. She had a very happy and satisfied expression on her beautiful face. I gently pulled out my fingers while she was gone.

Once she was back herself again, we looked each other in the eyes. Passionate kissing set in again for some time. My hands were on her ass, her hands were on mine. Until she whispered in my ear: “Time to return the favor. Sit down on the desk.”

I sat down in the same way she did before. I spread my legs for her. I gave her a perfect view off my balls and my hard one. Moments later one of her hands was gently squeezing my balls while the tip of my cock was in her mouth.

Her mouth wrapping around my glans felt nothing but good. I told her to squeeze my balls a little bit harder. Soon after my moaning was filling the cabin. Her sucking my dick felt so fucking good. She knew what she was doing. She brought me towards an orgasm more than just fast. I had to focus to stop my balls from emptying themselves down her throat. It was to early. I didn’t wanted to cum now.

Then, all of a sudden she stopped sucking my dick. She came back up to my face. She looked me into the eyes. She kissed me with passion. She gave me a nice taste of my own cock. I nearly blew out a load while she was kissing me. Then she whispered something in my ear, again: “Cum inside me. Fill my pussy with your sticky cum.”

No need to say me something like that twice. I go off the table. I took her by her hips. I placed her in front of the window. After retracting the table. I made her look out escort bayan of the window. So that her gorgeous boobs were pressing against it. So that everyone outside that was looking was able to see her.

Then I gave her a few gentle kisses her neck. Then I slid my dick inside her still dripping wet pussy. It felt so fucking good. Her pussy wrapped herself around my dick. I gave her a few gentle thrusts first. While the train began to slow down. We were getting closer to our next, the second stop.

I still was fucking her when we were heading into the station. Our moaning was filling the cabin. You for sure could hear it outside. We kept on going while our train was standing in the station. Some people walked by outside, some stopped and took a peek, but no crowd was forming in front of our window. We both were nothing but turned on.

Until this day I have no clue where I got the stamina to keep on fucking her from. I was so close to an orgasm while she was sucking me off, but I was able to keep her fucking until we had left the station.

But an end was in sight. I knew that I only had a few more thrusts left inside me. Luckily her hands were already looking for something to hold on to. So gave her a few more hard and deep thrusts.

Boom. My balls emptied themselves into her pussy. She came a few moments later. Tension was leaving the room. Two sweat covered, exhausted bodies were collapsing onto each other. We both were gone. It took us some time to be ourselves again. What an awesome fuck.

We spent some time cuddling, sharing some gentle kisses while still watching out of the window. Then we got really tired. It was time to go to sleep. We wanted to share one bunk. To spoon a little bit before dozing off, but the bunks were too small to do so. So each one of us was sleeping in their own bunk.

The next morning, when we woke up, when we went to the bathroom, everyone we ran into gave us the view. The knew what we had done. They were either turned on by listening in on us or they were somewhat jealous about what we had done with each other.

My fellow female traveler and I exchanged contact information. It didn’t took long and I was texting her. We set up our first proper and official date, then we fell for each other. We are still together today, about five years later. And we still love to travel by train. We even spent our holidays on some long distance train travels. But it never was as awesome, as intense again. Our first train fucking night is still the best one we ever had. At least according to our own memories.

Since the moment Kanchana has seen her little Sister-in-Law, Lalitha, the bride of her newly married younger brother, Kanchana has been longing to bed with her, by any means. Kanchana has slept with many hired escort girls in US, Europe and Africa during her business tours. Kanchana is a seasoned lesbian. She could seduce and deflower some virgin staright girls also, but has never slept with any traditional Indian virgin.

Kanchana usually liked her women younger. Lalitha had a youthful charisma, innocence in her appearance and body language. Her skin was the color of milk chocolate and so smooth true to her name. Her arms were muscled, but not overly so. Her hips were moderately plump to take load. Her blouse is stuffed with breasts and is pushing against the pallu which is enveloped around the shoulders like any orthodox Indian woman to cover their sumptuousness. But what caught and held Kanchana’s attention more was her face. The girl was breathtaking with kohl blackened eyes and pink lips.

Kanchana, a well-seasoned, over aged butch, hailing from Kerala, is working in US in a famous multinational bank. Kanchana is a green card holder. Dark in complexion with a strong body, often mistaken to be an African, Kanchana stands 5 feet 10 inches tall. Even though Kanchana can not be considered as beautiful by any means, she got an attractive and muscular physique owing to her regular work out. Obviously due to her gender preferences, Kanchana remained as a bachelor against the wishes of her family members. However, family members in India never new her preferences.

Her only younger brother, aged 28 working as a highly paid executive in an Indian firm, is residing alongwith the widowed old mother at Palghat, Kerala in their old mansion. He got married recently. Due to short notice, Kanchana could not reach for the marriage ceremony in time, but has arrived at Palghat on the Tenth day of the marriage on a one month long trip to bless the new couple as well as to visit India. Her brother is visibly happy because Kanchana has come all the way from US to see him after 10 years. Now, the bride groom is preparing to go back to join his duty at New Delhi after the expiry of the leave on that day. Since already ten days have passed after marriage, all the relatives have left and the house became almost empty.

During discussion, to the much of the delight of Kanchana, she came to know from her brother that, his first night ceremony is postponed to next month due to unexpected periods problem of the Bride on the scheduled day. There are no more auspicious days available till the next month. Hence, he is planning his ‘honeymoon cum first night’ on the next month at Shimla and take his bride to Delhi for making a home.

He requested Kanchana to stay for a few more days and give company to his new bride till she is accustomed with the new surroundings and help his old mother. Kanchana has jumped with joy inwardly and has readily accepted for this proposal.

Things have moved very fast in favour of Kanchana.

Kanchana and the new bride have gone to airport to see off her brother. Lalitha is in fully traditional Hindu wear of shining white Pattu saree with embroidery and matching blouse while seeing of her husband at the airport. Kanchana is in her tight Jeans tucked in with white shirt, loose and comfortable. Underneath the pant, Kanchana was wearing her favorite skin colored strap on.

Apparently Lalitha is feeling nervous since her husband will be away for almost one month from now on and her eyes are filled with tears. On their ride back home in Taxi, Kanchana could not keep her eyes away from the beauty sitting beside her at an arm’s length. Consoling her, Kanchana repeatedly tried to hug her sister in law. As they chatted, Kanchana’s eyes returned again and again to the fullness of Lalitha’s breasts covered by her traditional Indian blouse and the neckline. What would the nipples be like? How soft would they be? Kanchana loved the idea of pressing those alluring breasts. The animal within her has now fully awakened. Kanchana constantly kept on praising the beauty of Lalitha to cajole her. Lalitha felt shy by those complements and by the constant gaze of Kanchana towards her. Her shyness has further enraged the desire in Kanchana.

They have reached home by 9 PM. In the name of taking a few snaps of photo shoot of the new bride, Kanchana managed to keep Lalitha in the same costume for some more time. Kanchana requested the bride not change her dress saying that Lalitha is looking elegant in that dress. The actual reason behind is that she came to a decision to fuck the bride tonight by any means in that pattu dress, even if Lalitha doesn’t agree.

Now, the big house remained with the mother, daughter and the sister in law. They had their dinner joyfully amidst jokes. After dinner, the old mother remained down stairs at her room, while Kanchana took Lalitha upstairs to their lavish home theater room on the pretext of watching their bursa escort marriage video. While watching the tape, she decorated Lalitha with a costly diamond necklace which she had brought from US for the Sister-in-Law. Lalitha is flattened by this gift. By the time, the video is over, it was 11.00 PM and Lalitha started feeling sleepy. Kanchana asked Lalitha to wait for a while.

Kanchana, went to kitchen, brought a glass of milk for Lalitha. She secretly mixed a blue pill in that milk which instantly creates sexual desires in women. She coddled Lalitha to drink it. Lalitha is not interested to have any milk at that time. However Kanchana pressurized her by pulling her into her lap and brought the glass to her lips. Finally lalitha slowly drank half of it unwillingly while unrelenting Kanchana is holding the glass. Kanchana cheerfully emptied the remaining half glass, while Lalitha was watching shockingly. Within minutes, the medicine started showing its reaction in both of them.

Holding the drowsy Lalitha still in her lap, Kanchana quickly bent over Lalitha and sucked the milk stained lips of Lalitha into her mouth and chewed her lips. Kanchana continued her forcible kiss while Lalitha is struggling to get free from her embrace. Kanchana advanced further and started sucking saliva of Lalitha completely till it went dry while squeezing her in her tight hug. The struggle continued for five minutes and the pattu saree of lalitha got completely wrinkled. Finally Kanchana has released Lalitha from her seize. Lalitha baffled and got little bit scared by this act of Kanchana. She got separated from Kanchana hurriedly.

Laughingly Kanchana told “Don’t mind Bahu Rani. You are my brother’s wife. That means I am your half husband. Don’t you know? My brother kept you in my custody for one month. It is my duty to satisfy you in the absence of my brother. I too have got rights on your ripened body.”

Lalitha could only a little understand what Kanchana has uttered.

Kanchana pulled out a lesbian DCD from the rack which she already kept there before hand, placed it in the player and switched it on. Lalitha’s eyes inadvertently fixed on the screen. It is the harem of an ancient African kingdom of lesbian women. One white princess in her handsome attire is brought there by the black soldiers as war booty. After some time the well muscled Black queen disrobed the princess and started fucking that skinny white princess with her strap on in a mesmerizing back ground live drums played by young female musicians. Lalitha is looking aghast at the mating of two females.

Now Lalitha could fully understand what Kanchana has uttered a while ago.

Preparing to further arouse Lalitha, Kanchana stood and took Lalitha into her embrace and started to dance slowly to the drum beat. In a semi unconscious state, Lalitha too started gyrating her hips along with Kanchana’s.

Kanchana’s legs were long and so heavily muscled; Lalitha could see the individual muscles moving under the tight pants Kanchana wore. Her waist was slim, leading to her rock hard breasts and heavily muscled arms. Kanchana was elementally powerful, but even in that power Kanchana was all woman.

As the slow dance goes, Kanchana asked,

“Little one, I wish to ask a favor,”

“Yes?’

“Can you tell me that you don’t find me ugly? I would like to hear it when you aren’t sexed up,” Kanchana said as she leaned close and looked intently into Lalitha’s eyes.

Lalitha looked at her closely. Now she came fully under the influence of the blue pill. Kanchana’s face was not pretty, nor was Kanchana exotic, but Lalitha could see the strength in her, the power that rippled just beneath her dark mallu skin. Lalitha found herself wondering what it would be like to be wrapped in her arms once again, held against those hard boobs and protected from the world by that strength. Beautiful?

“I think you look fine. If I were into women like in that movie, I would have no problems being with you,” Lalitha said slowly.

“Thank you,”.

“Your welcome,” Lalitha said.

“Are you sure you aren’t into girls?” Kanchana asked finally.

“Yes,” Lalitha said, almost too quickly.

“Pity,” the tall Kanchana said.

“Why do you ask?” Lalitha asked.

Kanchana leaned forward, until her face was only inches from Lalitha’s.Lalitha could smell her breath; see the intensity in her eyes and her raw lips as Kanchana spoke. “Well, I was hoping to pick you up with my hands, carry you to my brother master bed room which was decorated for my brother’s first night, deflower you on that first night bed and fuck you whole night until you can’t walk,” Kanchana said. The words were spoken slowly and each word carefully enunciated. Lalitha felt a knife of desire twist in her tummy with each word.

Kanchana continued in a seductive voice.

“I have a nice strap-on underneath. You must be feeling a bulge in my pants while I am hugging you during our dance. escort bursa I can make you scream with pleasure. How can you wait for one longer month till my brother reducing you to a quivering mass of jelly? I am sure that my brother can never do you like I will. Once you have had me between your legs you won’t even think about men again. Are you sure you wouldn’t like to try it? I would love to be your first,”

Kanchana’s words are hypnotizing

“You know you want it. I can see it in your eyes. It’s written all over your pretty face. Won’t you come to sleep with me, Lalitha?”

Over taken fully by now with the effect of the Blue pill, Lalitha could only half nod her head very shyly.

Kanchana’s eyes glimmered with passion as she moved closer to Lalitha. Slowly her arms encircled Lalitha. Kanchana’s lips moved towards Lalitha, as their bodies got closer, their breasts pressed each other. Kanchana’s legs started intertwining with Lalitha’s. Lalitha’s heart pounded like a bass drum, anticipating the moment of that first contact. As their lips met, a charge of incredible sensual force surged through her making every part of her body tingle.

Lalitha’s lips were so unbelievably soft and wet. They were like none Kanchana had ever kissed before. She slid her hand to the back of Lalitha’s head and pulled it into her as their kiss grew more intense. Her hands slid up and down Lalitha’s back and into her long hair, loosening it. Kanchana could feel her breasts rubbing against Lalitha’s through the many layers of fabric as she began moving against her. The kiss seemed to go on and on.

The strong, masculine Kanchana lifted Lalitha into air and took into her arms. Kanchana made her feel so safe in her big strong arms! Kanchana had a smirk on her face and a devilish look in her eyes. Kanchana said.

“I want to make love to you on my brother’s bed. This will be your first night. I am sure you are a virgin Hindu girl. I will take your virginity. I want mate you on that bed prepared for your First night with my brother.”

Kanchana carried Lalitha to her brother’s bed room. Bolted it with one hand. Lalitha couldn’t help but see the symbolism. She was Kanchana’s young “bride”. And Kanchana, her “husband”, carried her through the bridal chamber. Lalitha realized that the last vestiges of her virgin life were over. The virginity she protected for so many years is going to be broken by this mallu woman. Kanchana was going to make me her lesbian lover, her “wife”, as it were. Kanchana has seen a nervous look on Lalitha when Kanchana is carrying her bride to the decorated bed while planting kisses all over her body.

Kanchana placed Lalitha on her brother’s bed. Staring down at Laliha’s body in now spoiled saree, Kanchana said. “You are so amazing baby. I can’t get enough of you! I love you baby! I am going to fuck an original Indian virgin bride. I will deflower you.”

She slowly descended over the bride. Encircling her fully with her hands and legs, she started kissing the girl on her juicy lips with full animalistic intensity.

Lalitha opened her legs instinctively and feeling Kanchana slipping between them. The gentle thrusting motion of Kanchana’s hips created friction against Lalitha’s’s saree and petticoat, which rubbed against her mound, causing her to flush with warmth and moisture. Lalitha ran her hands inadvertently up and down her lover’s back, while enjoying the weight of that heavy mallu lady. Kanchana has slided the pallu of Lalitha and hugged her hard. She slowly brought her arms up and slowly slipped her fingers under Lalitha’s blouse. Her mouth broke their long kiss.

Lalitha’s blouse was a tight fit so kanchana trailed her finger up to the hooks. She looked at Lalitha for her approval. Lalitha smiled in shyness. In one forcible gesture, the blouse is torn into pieces and came off.

Kanchana started driving her bulge harder between the legs of Lalitha and the slippery saree is slowly getting dislocated on its own. Kanchana slowly removed the wrinkled saree from Lalitha. Kanchana looked at her bride’s bra covered breasts. Lalitha’s breasts looked extremely erotic.

Ignoring the reluctance of the shy bride, Kanchana unhooked the bra and freed the breasts from their confines. Kanchana could see the raised mounds of the breasts. She reached up and gently squeezed them. They were so soft and smooth, yet firm. The nipples were hard, surprisingly dark.Lalitha gasped as Kanchana started squashing them with full force.

Kanchana quickly opened her own shirt buttons and thrown it across the room.

Lalitha looked longingly at Kanchana’ss bare strong breasts.

Feeling shy to remain with naked breasts even for a while, she pulled Kanchana hurriedly toward herself in order to cover her bare chest. Kanchana’s iron breasts have pushed against the creamy globes of Lalitha’s. Kanchana’s mouth invaded Lalitha’s. Her hands grasping Lalitha’s as they caressed their way around her body.

Topless bursa escort bayan Lalitha in her underskirt is looking very cute.

“Ooohh, Lalitha, my little mallu” she groaned, “I love that.”

Kanchana, still in her jeans, started fucking Lalitha in missionary style using her bulge under the pant, over her petticoat itself for few minutes, Kanchana finally separated the last remaining petti coat from Lalitha in one go. Naked Lalitha curled herself into a heap on the bed like a child, feeling extremely shy. Kanchana stood and removed her pants. It was time to take her virginity by breaking her hymen. “Lalitha, do you wish to suck my big cock?” Kanchana asked her. Kanchana sat on her knees near Lalitha. She took her own cock into her hand and slowly persuaded Lalitha to take it into her mouth and suck it. As Kanchana pushed more and more inside her mouth until she can’t breathe, but every once in a while she was allowed to take breath. She is inexperienced, but she sucked the cock gently.

Holding the knees of Lalitha, Kanchana opened Lalitha’s legs widely and took place between her legs, then applied some oil on her pussy and into the tight hole and around her hymen. Then Kanchana put a lot of oil on her strap-on cock that is 7 inches long and 2 inches thick. She knew if Lalitha gets all that inside her tight virgin pussy, she’ll be in pained agony. So she decided to do softly and with love. She gripped one hand on the strap-on and other on Lalitha’s mouth so if she cries out she can keep her quiet.

Kanchana pushed her cock at Lalitha’s tight, wet, oily pussy but it did not go in. Even a little force didn’t help. So she rubbed and fingered Lalitha’s pussy for a while until she was ready once again. Lalitha’s eyes were closed and she didn’t know how much pain it would be for her. She was biting her red lips in tension. Kanchana pushed her cock at her pussy hole, but it still did not go inside of the young girl. Again she tried to force it up her channel, but the small hole and its hymen at the entrance kept Kanchana out.

This was Kanchana’s first time with an Indian mallu virgin, so she didn’t exactly know how to get inside. But on third try she used all her strength to get the head of the huge cock inside Lalitha’s clasping pussy. Lalitha closed her eyes and whimpered as she felt the dildo push into her pussy coming to a stop after penetrating as the tip came into contact with her hymen.

After it pulled back, Lalitha felt a sharp pain as the dildo was thrust forward, ripping through her maidenhead and taking her virginity.

“OOHHHH, my god, it hurrrrrrrtss, take it out,” and she was just about to start screaming, and Kanchana worried that the mother downstairs would hear and come running over. She managed to cover the lips of Lalitha with hers just in time to control her screams and shoved her tongue inside. The scream of Lalitha transformed like a moan into the mouth of Kanchana.

Lalitha was weeping and giving gestures with wide eyes to Kanchana to stop. Kanchana didn’t stop and she pushed her cock deeper inside her, pinning the helpless bride to the bed. She pushed about four inches. Lalitha is still begging Kanchana to get it out, but Kanchana didn’t. She did stop for a moment to let her tight stretched cunt hole to get used to the monster she was shoving into her. She noticed her hole was tightly pulled around the thick shaft of the strap-on cock. Kanchana started kissing her face and lips, slipping her tongue into mouth so that Lalitha wouldn’t cry. The kisses made Lalitha feel better. So Kanchana started moving her cock up and down, but Lalitha used her muscles to grip the shaft tightly and stop it from moving deeper into her cunt.

“It won’t hurt any more,” Kanchana whispered.

Kanchana penetrated deeper and deeper into Lalitha’s untouched body, the tightness of her vaginal cavity impeding Kanchana’s progress as she started to rhythmically fuck her. The sharp pain Lalitha had felt as her hymen was breached is now quickly dissipated as the most intense pleasure she ever felt replaced it. Each thrust of the dildo sent shock waves throughout her body and her cry of pain turned to that of pleasure as her pussy began to squeeze and milk the wonderful entity that had entered her body and was gifting her with so much pleasure. Lalitha gripped tightly to her mallu husband’s shoulders and wrapped her legs around the strong lady’s hips. She lifted herself off the bed with the most intense feelings of euphoria enveloping her. Her entire body is shaking from the orgasm. Collapsing back, Lalitha simply laid there, limp, as her body continued to shudder, mewing incoherently as Kanchana gently pulled the dildo out against the tight grip of Lalitha’s vaginal cavity. A feeling of emptiness replacing the erotic fullness she had just felt.

Lalitha let out a cry as she felt the dildo push back into her empty void once again. Her hands clenching into fists and she arched her back forcing the dildo deeper within her. Lalitha could think of nothing else as she felt the swell of pleasure building up yet again as her rock hard clit sent a shock wave of pleasure up to her nipples and back down again as the clit stimulator made contact with every stroke of the dildo.