LET IT RIDE

*Author’s Note: Hello, once again, dear readers! I do so love these little chats of ours. Regarding feedback received about part 3, the sex is back this chapter! Part 3 served largely to drive the story and wasn’t truly meant to get the blood boiling. This chapter contains elements of group sex, light bondage, and orgasm denial/overload. However, since they aren’t really the centerpiece, I’ve elected to leave it in the ‘Erotic Couplings’ category. Finally, and as always, I am in no way associated with the MGM Entertainment group, its parent, affiliate or subsidiaries. This is a work of fiction and should be treated as such. I am a feedback whore that responds to all inquiries/requests, and love constructive criticism so that I can write better, dirtier stories for all you fine folks. If my style of writing isn’t your cup of tea, no worries. Just put down the cup and leave. Enjoy!*

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Jake’s mind was everywhere as he stepped on board the private jet at McCarran. He had been almost catatonic as he checked out, numbly mumbling his thanks to Sarah and James for their hospitality and service, and signing the final guest bill. After all his antics, spending, and comps, Jake had blown just over $3 million that weekend. Sarah told him that they would be more than happy to host him again, slipping her card into his luggage as he got into the limo. All of this registered in Jake’s mind, but only distantly, as though he were watching it from underwater.

He had no idea what he was going to say. Whatcouldhe say? “Gee, Amy, sorry I called you a gold-digging clothes whore?”

“I was being a sheep and listening to my idiot friend?”

“I’m in love with you and I’m desperately insecure that you would never want me due to a lifetime of self-esteem issues?”

Jake leaned back, not even noticing the fine, plush leather seats.

Well, I’m fucked.

—-

Jake rolled up to his house, tipping the driver thankfully and grabbing his luggage. As he walked through the door, he noticed that only the kitchen lights were on. Kicking off his shoes and dropping his bag, Jake walked upstairs, only to be met with a fusillade of angry words, punctuated by fists.

“You!”*Whap!*”Dumb!”*Whap!*”Limp-dicked!”*Whap!*”MOTHERFUCKER!”*Whap!*

Jake fought through the onslaught, not recognizing that the voice didn’t belong to Amy. Peering through his hands, trying to ward off the attack, he could see it was their tiny roommate, Victoria.

“What the FUCK did you do to Amy, asshole!”

Jake spluttered, still woefully confused.

“What are you talking about, Tori?! She ran off like a bat out of hell and fled Las Vegas before I could find her!”

“Well she fled from a lot more than that, cocksucker!” With a violent gesture, she pointed down the hall. Jake’s eyes followed, and saw that the bright green Nintendo poster was missing from her door.

Victoria’s words faded out, to be replaced by a roaring in Jake’s ears. His eyes tried to make sense of what was in plain view. The room was bare, her vivid Zelda covers gone, the borrowed bed leaning up in the corner, frame carefully disassembled. The closet was empty. Her toiletries had been removed hastily from the bathroom.

Jake didn’t even have the emotional range at the moment to cry. He was so locked down, so shut away from what he was seeing, but he knew.

He had lost her.

Amy was gone.

—-

Mike and Victoria explained what they knew, though how much of it Jake heard was anyone’s guess. Amy had apparently called her family from McCarran, who had started organizing movers and begun packing Amy’s things before she even touched down. By the time Amy made it back to the house, she just had to collect and pack a few personal items while hugging a tearful good-bye to Victoria. She was gone as quickly as she had arrived.

Victoria, seeing how devastated Jake was, gave up trying to murder him and awkwardly patted him on the shoulder before retiring to her own room. Mike, in his capacity as best friend, pulled out a 6-pack and wordlessly dropped a beer in front of Jake. Mike sat down next to his dejected friend and took a long pull of his own drink as Jake sat there, motionless. Mike took another pull of his beer as the silence stretched to five minutes. Then ten.

At fifteen minutes, Mike sat down his empty beer and cracked a fresh one, while Jake’s lay untouched. He took a breath to talk, but held it as Jake slowly tilted his own beer to his lips, taking long, gulping swigs until it was gone. Wordlessly, he cracked his second one, looked at Mike, and proffered the lip of his glass. Mike clinked it and tipped it back, letting his breath out as he spoke.

“She was for real, huh?”

Jake took another long drink. “Yeah, man, I think she was.”

Mike nodded absently, looking out over the lake as they enjoyed the crisp Washington evening.

“So what are you going to do about it?”

This incensed Jake. “DOabout it??? Mike, I wouldn’t have to be doingSHITif you hadn’t brought it up in the first place!”

“Probably. gaziantep escort That’s my fault. But your actions are your own, buddy. You fucked up.”

Mike turned and looked his best friend in the eye.

“Now what are you going to do about it?”

“Fuck, Mike, I don’t know. She’s not returning my calls, or texts. Hell, she’s not replying on Twitter. I think I might be out of luck here.”

“Well, finish your beer. Maybe inspiration will strike.”

Jake snorted. “Yeah, because I seem to make excellent life decisions under the influence of alcohol.”

“Hey, I’m just spitballing here. My advice doesn’t seem to have worked out for you, so maybe take it with a grain of salt. Shit, man, I’d probably tell you to just go back to Vegas and try for a mulligan.”

Jake looked over at Mike quizzically. “Mulligan?”

“Yeah, like in golf. You know, a do-over.”

Jake thought about it quietly for a moment, then stood up, smiling down at his friend.

“What are you doing next weekend?”

—–

The week passed quickly and uneventfully. It seemed like minutes after Jake had departed McCarran that he was touching down again, Mike in tow. However, last time he had flown economy seating in a cramped airplane full of sweaty tourists. This week, Jake and Mike touched down in a private jet, sent courtesy of the MGM family. Sarah called mid-flight to confirm their itinerary, noting that Jake asked to stay somewhere other than the Skylofts. Sarah offered the newer Sky Villas at Aria as an alternative, and Jake accepted, asking that the room be stocked with vintage scotch, Dom Perignon Oenotheque champagne and fine cigars. Sarah agreed readily, hanging up after welcoming Jake back.

Jake’s change in hotel marked the first of many differences that Sarah noted. After all, it was her job to anticipate and cater to her client’s every whim. The pattern became increasing clear over the next twenty-four hours.

Jake ate, but not at Joel Roubuchon or Alize.

He took his friend Mike out for drinks, but they stayed far away from Hakkasan.

They went to a show that night, but it wasn’t Cirque du’ Soleil.

Jake altogether refused to go to the Stratosphere or the Fremont Street Experience.

Although it was clear to Sarah that Jake was looking for an escape, a boy’s weekend, it was apparent that he was avoiding any place he had been to on his previous visit. When Sarah inquired, Jake brushed it off, saying that Vegas was too big to go to the same places more than once, but his laughter never reached his eyes. Almost as if in response, Jake instructed Sarah to take them to the “best party in the hottest club” in Vegas that night.

By 11, Sarah had all the arrangements settled, taking them to Hyde at the Bellagio. The line was stretched well out the door, but Sarah ushered Jake and Mike past swiftly, a quick nod to the bouncers all it took to get them into the packed party.

Hyde was indeed the event of the night, the electronic music pulsing and reverberating through them both, instantly sending a thrill through them as Sarah led them to a roped-off VIP area with enough seating for several more guests. Jake saw just how empty the booth looked and turned to address Sarah.

“Sarah, I’d very much like it if Mike and I had some company tonight. Would you be so kind as to get four or five women from the line and ask if they would like to join us?”

Mike looked at Jake askance.

“Dude, I wasn’t really serious about the mulligan thing. Is this a good idea right after all that business with…” Mike trailed off as the look in Jake’s eye went cold, fixated on him with a dangerous kind of heat.

“Don’t.”

That single word was all it took for Mike to clam up. Jake was normally an exceedingly nice guy, but Vegas seemed to put an edge on him that Mike didn’t quite know how to approach. Fortunately, he didn’t have to, as Sarah returned with four beautiful women, one of whom was familiar.

“Hey sweetie,” said Erica as she sat down next to Jake and casually draped an arm around him. “Long time, no see.”

“Hey Erica,” Jake said with a smile. “This is a pleasant coincidence. You ran out awfully quick last time.”

“Well, I really did have to work. I’m just glad it happened to be industry night at Hyde! Sarah saw me in line and mentioned you were looking for some company.”

“Absolutely. This is my friend, Mike. We just got in last night, so I can be all yours until Sunday evening this time.”

Erica made a show of making a pouting face, exaggerating comically. “ALL mine? But what about my friends? There are only two of you and it might get lonely for them!”

Jake grinned from ear to ear. “I’m sure we can find a way to entertain them. It looks like one of them has already met Mike.”

At this, Erica looked across the table, where a lovely, slender brunette was running her hand up Mike’s chest as she whispered something in his ear. Erica laughed.

“Seems like it! That’s Megan; she’ll sleep with anything with two legs. These beautiful people with me are Amber and Hailey. Girls, this is the guy from last week!”

This last statement merited a conspiratorial giggle from the three stunning women, and a slight blush from Jake. Nevertheless, he recovered fast and poured all three ladies drinks from the bottle service while surreptitiously checking out Erica’s friends.

Amber, much like Erica, had hourglass curves, her breasts looking positively ready to jump out of the skintight club dress she wore. Her waist was trim and toned, her hips flaring out pleasantly. She looked to be no taller than 5’5″, although that was only an estimate.

Hailey was the polar opposite of Erica and Amber. She was very slim, but toned, not skinny. Her chest was small, her ass hugged closely by her dress. But those legs. Jake’s gaze lingered longer than it should have as he took in her gorgeous, unbelievable legs. She had almost been able to look Jake in the eye when he had stood to greet them, so he put her height at nearly 5’10” without heels.

That was all the time Jake had to stare before the girls all pulled Mike and Jake onto the dance floor. The beat of the music still pumping through their ears, the men allowed themselves to relax. Megan had clearly taken a liking to Mike, her ass pressed close against him as she swayed and gyrated to the beat of the music, his hands more resting on her hips than guiding them. Mike was self-admittedly an awful dancer, and seemed content to let Megan take the lead. Amber joined them, pressing herself against the front of Megan, kissing her forcefully as Mike watched open-mouthed.

Jake had his hands full as well. Erica was shimmying up and down his body, the skintight golden dress reflecting her hair and accenting her deep green eyes. At the same time, Hailey had come up behind him and was running her hands over Jake’s firm chest. The three danced together for some time, always varying who was in the middle of the sandwich, Erica pointedly kissing Amber when she knew Jake was looking. They took a break, returning to Jake’s VIP table. As Mike started aggressively making out with Megan, Jake filled another three flutes of champagne while Hailey pulled something out of her purse before popping it into her mouth. Jake noticed and inquired.

“Hailey, what was that?”

Hailey smiled briefly before taking a sip of her champagne.

“It’s some really,reallygood molly!”

“Molly?”

Hailey laughed, a tinkling of chimes that was ethereal and entrancing.

“So innocent. Molly is ecstasy. Makes dancing feel so much better and the music! Oh man, it just fills you up. Want some?”

Jake looked at the capsule she offered with trepidation.

“Ah, no thanks, I better stay away from that. I can get a little crazy. Best to keep a level head.”

Hailey giggled again. “Yeah, Erica mentioned how you can get.”

Jake blushed for real this time, the redness starting at his ears and working its way down.

“What exactly did Erica tell you about me?”

Hailey drained the last of her champagne and met Jake’s eyes. “Hmmmm. Well, she said you were some high-roller that got smashed at her bar and then fucked the absolute life out of her.”

“That’s pretty accurate…I think. Like she said, I was pretty drunk.”

“And apparently an excellent lay.”

Jake laughed, enjoying the night, the champagne clouding his judgment enough that he didn’t notice Hailey drop something into his drink. Erica joined in, and the three of them laughed and talked while Megan, Amber, and Mike shamelessly groped each other. Mike came up for air long enough to mouth the words ‘I fucking love you’ at Jake before diving back into the writhing beauties beneath him.

After about a half hour, Jake was feeling excellent. Better than excellent, in fact. His head rolled back and the waves of music began crashing down on his head. Erica and Hailey’s random touches on his arm or leg were beginning to feel amazingly tingly. Jake’s jaw clenched tightly as Hailey’s hand running up his thigh sent shockwaves through his brain, and Erica’s lips against his ear felt like fire. He barely registered them wanting to dance more, and once again allowed himself to be pulled onto the dance floor.

If their previous dancing had Jake on Cloud 9, what they were doing now had him at about Cloud 50. The music seemed to be coming from everywhere, even from inside him, and every time he closed his eyes he could see pulsing, flashing lights strobing through his vision. Hailey and Erica were sights to behold, their bodies writhing against him, undulating and grinding; the sensation of their bodies against his approaching something along the lines of magic. Then Erica was kissing him, and it felt like she was pouring liquid gold into his mouth. Jake sighed, melting at the intensity of the sensation, when Hailey reached down from his waist and felt his unsurprisingly hard cock through his pants.

“Erica, you never told me he was so….talented.” Hailey gave a little extra squeeze as she said the last word, giving no doubt to the double entendre.

Erica laughed and smiled. “You’d have tried to take him for yourself. But I don’t mind sharing. Let’s get out of here and I’m sure he can show us more of his…talent.”

As she spoke, Erica’s hand joined Hailey’s on Jake, and she also squeezed his cock appreciatively. Jake practically ran back to the table, throwing some money at Mike and telling him to get a room for the evening. He then put his arms around the two gorgeous women and they headed back to the room.

The drive back was blissfully a short one, the molly taking firm rein in Jake’s mind, pleasurable waves washing over him as the lovely women he was with cuddled against him. Even this, a relatively nonsexual touch had Jake’s skin searing, his body consumed with the sensations. They all but fell out of the limo as they arrived at the private entrance to the Aria Suites.

Even addled has he was, Jake had enough wherewithal to show the women around the massive suite, from the plunge pool in the entertaining area to the fully stocked bar and gourmet kitchen. The ladies were impressed, and readily agreed when Jake offered to show them the master bedroom.

He had barely opened the door when he was attacked. Erica lunged for his lips, kissing him fiercely as she pulled against the buttons on his shirt. Hailey went straight for his belt, practically tearing it from the loops before taking Jake’s slacks down. Jake didn’t know what to do with himself. The sensation was so much, so overwhelming that his brain could barely process it.

Hailey helped Jake out of his pants and assisted Erica in walking him towards the bed, pushing him down onto it. Then the real torment began, as Erica and Hailey shared a knowing glance, and then started kissing their way up either side of Jake’s thighs. Jake let out a gasp, their hands mirror images, tracing lines across his oversensitized body as their lips found his hips. He had a split second to take in a deep breath and say “Fuck” before their lips were on his dick.

It almost seemed like they had done this before, their lips perfectly in sync as they slid up and down Jake’s prodigious dick. Erica’s tongue worked like a snake, flicking and lapping at every sensitive spot she could reach, while Hailey’s rolled against the underside of Jake’s dick in long, slow waves. Jake could barely breathe, let alone think or speak as the erotic assault continued. Before long, they varied things up, Hailey dropping down a little lower to play with Jake’s balls and gently suck at them, Erica proceeding to engulf Jake’s cock with her full, sensuous lips. Jake’s head flew back and his hips bucked as he continued to be overwhelmed by pleasure. Both women on their own would have been a lot to handle, but together they were something else altogether. They took a moment to switch places, Jake only realizing by virtue of the difference of their technique. He could feel Erica’s short, serpentine licks to his balls, even as the underside of his dick was caressed by Hailey’s tongue. The taller woman couldn’t go quite as deep as Erica, being halted by Jake’s sizable girth, but she more than made up for it with the loving skill of her tongue. Jake was panting now, trying desperately to stave off his release, not wanting the amazing scene playing out before him to end. But he was no match for the combined talents of the two vixens. Erica dropped lower and started tonguing Jake’s perineum, that soft patch of skin between his balls and ass, while Hailey’s undulating tongue endlessly laved over his circumcision scar. Jake exploded with a primal yell, his orgasm overtaking his mind in a roar; the ecstasy magnifying the pleasure beyond anything Jake had ever felt. Hailey gagged for a brief second, then recovered and swallowed every drop of Jake’s cum. Exhausted, Jake slumped back onto the bed.

“Done so soon?” Erica asked, a mischievous look in her eye as she wrapped an arm around Hailey. “I wonder if there’s any way we can get your attention back…”

With that, Erica kissed Hailey full on the lips, tongue probing deep, the two beautiful sirens undressing each other as they embraced. As he had noted in the club, Hailey’s lithe, willowy frame was the opposite of Erica’s traditional bombshell looks, but it didn’t matter in the slightest as Erica clambered into bed next to Jake, only to have Hailey park herself between Erica’s legs. Hailey took a moment to make a quip, saying she felt like she was doing all the work, and then dove in between Erica’s legs. Jake looked on in awe as the slender brunette went down on Erica passionately, her tongue lapping and licking away at her clit in the same rolling wave she had used on Jake. Apparently, women reallydidknow the best way to please another woman, because Erica’s catlike green eyes immediately rolled back, a long, sensual moan escaping her lips. Jake could only watch as Erica’s toned body rolled, hips moving up and down, seemingly of their own accord as Hailey pleasured her friend. Even without being touched, the sight before him was enough to reignite Jake’s arousal. He reached over and firmly pulled Erica into a kiss, running his hand across her chest to sensually caress her large, perky breasts.

She sits in front of her computer talking to him, using one of those messenger systems. It’s 2008, late May. On top of all that, it’s getting late, but she hasn’t talked to him like this since they were together. They reminisce about the times they were together. She thinks about it and laughs out loud at some of the things that they used to do. She doesn’t want to let go in her heart, but he is just so sweet and he seems to be getting along well without her. She is getting along with out him.

She changes the conversation to her life and off spring. She breaks the news to him that she went out on a date. His pause is long; as he asks how did it go. She tells him the guy just showed up and wanted one thing, which he didn’t get. He laughs, a dull chuckle as he reminds her that was all she wanted from him in their first get together.

She laughs it off. They continue to talk and he starts to open up more about his dating disasters. He tells her about the girl that told him straight out that sex was all she wanted. He tells her that he walked out on her after saying that. She laughs at him; she really doesn’t believe it, until she reads more. He continues to talk about this girl. She was 19 and just broke up with her boyfriend.

She came up to him in the store and asked him out right there. He said yes, as he has nothing to lose. He went out with the girl a few days later. Met at her house and the first words she said to him were “You know this is just going to be sex, right?” He turned around and walked out with out so much as a word. On his way home he called the girl and told her what he thought of her.

Again, she laughs at him. She now believes him, cause that was always his way. She starts to realize she too is picking up that habit. This starts bringing up a lot of pain that he had caused her. He lets her say her peace, but some how holds back the defensiveness he once had. She starts to type taking along time on each paragraph. He is patient with her and throws himself at her mercy. She gets everything off her chest she ever wanted to tell him. He calls a night he did that.

It ended, they hung out and talked. He got to sleep next to her and in the morning they kissed a kiss that reminded him of all the things. He left as he got into his car he heard her from behind him and she told him that she loved him and goodbye. It was the last time they had actually seen each other now after a few months of not talking to each other; here they were, late at night in front of the computer.

He mentions how late it’s getting and that he has to doing some running around for work on his day off. She chuckles at him as she thinks he’s being a lot like me right there. I do that all the time, now he understands what is like for me. She asked what time are you getting up in the morning? He says that he has to be at work at noon tomorrow. She just sits there for along while, when finally she types out:

Come over now.

He begins to type. She types faster. No Now. Comes up on the screen.He shuts the computer off and he is out the door to his car. He drives faster than he really should and he considers slowing down in the rain, but he is going to get there before she changes her mind. He arrives with out a word on the phone or a text.

He knows the door will be unlocked and knows to lock it when he is in. He kicks off his flip-flops and walks down the hall to her room. Candles are lit all around. She lays on her bed, in nothing but a smile. She doesn’t speak as she moves off the bed and on to her knees in front of him. She takes her hands up to his face to stop whatever words might come out. She wants him.

One of her hands travels down to his gaziantep escort stiffing cock and rubs him through the fabric of his jeans. While her other hand is still keeping his mouth shut. She wants this man like she has never wanted a man. How can one person bring so much joy and pain at the same time? She thinks as she removes his belt with one hand. Her other hand is shushing him up with her finger and he opens his mouth to allow the finger in.

He still has that tongue ring. She thinks again, wow I am doing a lot of thinking and not enough fucking. She unzips his jeans with his help. Her hand reaches into find he is wearing boxers, she feels through the hole of them to pull his cock free. Freedom only lasts for a second for his dick as it enters her wet and warm mouth. She takes his still hardening cock down her throat. He tries to removes his pants as she works, and does. She pulls his boxers down and quickly takes him back into her mouth. He moans and she smiles with a dick her mouth.

She takes her hand back from his mouth and motions for his shirt off. He removes it. She starts to bob her head up and down his cock, as her hand follows further wetting his dick. She slobbers and begins to suck on the very tip of his cock hard. He groans, as she takes down to the base and back up sucking on the tip hard again. She continues this to him about 10 times.

He can’t handle it anymore he starts to tell her he is going to come, but he moans “Oh shit, that’s it baby” instead. She keeps up her attack on his hard as nails cock. He tries to hold back a little more, he doesn’t want to come in her mouth as hot as he thinks it would be. He wants to come inside her, where he knows she wants it.

He takes both of her hands in his as she is still working his cock. He stands her up and she reluctantly stands, she wanted him to come in her mouth. He doesn’t give a second thought if she wanted him to or not as he goes in for a kiss. God, she thinks I have wanted to kiss him since he walked in, but sucking his cock was just as good. They don’t break for a breath, as they make out like long lost lovers or horny teenagers alone at someone’s parent’s house for a night.

Take your pick. The kissing is intense; they don’t remember their kisses being so intense. The pause and take a look at each other. Their eyes see and there is not only lust, but also love, so much of it hurts them both to see it. The close their eyes at the same time and their tongues begin to swirl around each other. Exploring each other’s mouths again. The wet mouths haven’t felt so hot in so long.

With their mouths locked in their own kind of combat, he takes the opportunity to walk her backwards towards the bed. She falls over on her back with him on top of her. It impresses them both with the fact they are still kissing and didn’t bump teeth. She works them both higher up on the bed so her legs aren’t hanging off the edge. He follows as if his mouth were attached to hers. She spreads her legs slightly and he feels the wetness of her with his cock. She is like a waterfall down there, he thinks as his cock twitches against her clit.

She moans into his mouth and tries to pull him inside of her. He breaks the kiss and she speaks the first word uttered, “Baby?” He kisses her mouth one last time as he starts his way down her neck and kisses and bites slightly, making her purr like a kitten. He works his fingertips lightly down her body as well as his mouth. He gets to her breasts and takes a nipple in his mouth, tonguing it, kissing it, and biting it. While the other hand works the other nipple in the same fashion with out the use of teeth. He works them till they can’t get any harder.

He kisses down her stomach to her bellybutton he tongues it and kisses it, lovingly. His hands trail down to her wet as an ocean pussy. Gently touching the outside of it careful not to touch the clit, he is saving that treat for his mouth. He slowly makes his way between her legs and takes up the touching that his fingers were doing, with his tongue. She moans at the teasing that he is doing to her. With a final caress of his fingers, he plunges his tongue into her wet hole.

Tasting her, pleasing her and making her even wetter for him. He finally takes her clit into his mouth and his fingers plunge into her rubbing that sweet spot that only he can find. He bites and sucks on her clit as she moans “Baby, oh baby. God….shit…more…don’t stop..” He doesn’t as she ascends up the mountain of orgasm. He starts working faster and maintaining the same pressure.

She grabs his head and starts to grind her pelvis against his head. He moves with her as she gets closer and closer. She starts to moan with urgency, and prays to god that he doesn’t stop to tease her. She wants to come. He knows her enough to keep going with his tongue and fingers working her closer. She was always amazed by the way he could work her pussy and just as this thought passes through her mind she comes very hard.

She lays there as he lets the orgasm subside as he gives her pussy one last lick and feel as she pulls him up to her and their mouths smash again, her taste on his lips. She thinks she doesn’t taste too bad, I can see why he likes being down there. She spreads her legs and he with one stroke he is in up to his balls. She is so wet it hurts his cock to think how much wetter could one woman get.

He beings to pull out and thrust back into her, as she moves into his thrusts slowly. She wants this man to come and as many times as he can, cause she knows that she will come many, many times with him. He thrusts in and out of her like a piston, about 10 times. He knows this is not the way to make her come, but he knows it still feels good. She moans and groans, as he changes his pace and begins to do the grinding motion she was looking for.

Her head tosses from side to side and her eyes open to find his looking at her. Their looks are intense as their mouths being to follow suit with their bodies, as if they making love with their mouths as well.

They could never get enough of each other. They grind against each other as his hands grab her ass cheeks. She loves when I do that he thinks and she does. She breaks the kiss and looks at him.

He stops for a moment as their eyes make contact again.

She says “Baby, god I love you, please don’t ever stop fucking me.”

He replies, “Kitten, I will never stop fucking you.”

They both know the words are meaningless, but they say them anyway, there is still love there for them, but not now. This was about sex.

Her arms reach out to her sides and grabs up handfuls of blanket and pillow as he continues inside her. She moans out for a final time as he groans loudly. He feels himself let loose inside of her has she cries out one last time before trying to catch her breathe.

He begins to move off of her, when suddenly her arms around him telling him not to move. Her pussy contracts around him again, like she was coming.

“Can you feel me when I do that?” she asks.

“Yes, can you feel this?” he tells her has he twitches his cock inside of her.

“Yes, baby I can.” She replies.

With that said he beings to move in and out of her again as she keeps up the contractions around his dick. He thrusts up into her a little deeper as she groans again. He takes her legs and puts them on his shoulders. He slowly pulls out and thrusts back in. She looks at him as she moans.

He does it a few more times, as she tells him “Baby you are so deep in me.” He continues this a few more times when she tells him that she is going to come again. He starts the same grinding as before, this only makes her come faster. She comes again, this time moaning louder than the last time.

She pushes him off before getting a chance to even pull out. She rolls him over and mounts him. Guiding his cock back into her well-fucked hole. She takes charge. He tries to control her with his hands, she isn’t having that, so she takes his hands in her and pins them above his head. She moves up and down, and then rocks her hips into him, and then finally finding a motion that includes both.

She leans in for another kiss, passionate and full of fire. He can’t seem to move his hands to break free, not that he really wanted to. He feels himself about to come as she beings to moan into his mouth. They come together again, moaning into each other kisses. They stay there like if they move the moment would be lost forever.

She moves off of him and cuddles facing him and his arms go around her. Her legs entwine with his and their mouths kiss again. They kiss for a while and she realizes she rather have his mouth right now, than a cigarette. She figures to tell his so. He laughs and takes up kissing. The kissing is the last thing they remember before falling asleep.

*Beep–Beep*

The alarm screams at them to get up. She finds herself still facing him and smiles as she rolls over and hits the snooze button. Taking up her place in his chest she dozes back to sleep. He too drifts back to sleep. Still having her in his arms like he would rather die than not have her there.

*Beep–Beep*

She slowly reaches back with out breaking their embrace and magically finds the snooze button again. She looks at him, still sleeping and she smiles at it all. Naked in bed with him was where she always loved to be. She gently wakes him by stroking his cock and he wakes up with a smile as her lips were waiting at his for a kiss. They smile at each other and neither speaks a word as he runs into the bathroom.

She has a smoke as she hears the shower going. He will be quick she thinks, and before she is done with the cigarette, he is out of the bathroom, finding his clothes. She runs naked into the bathroom and takes just as long for her shower. As she comes and finds that he is sitting there smoking on her freshly made bed. They walk towards the front door, getting their flip-flops on. She kisses him and he kisses back.

They know that this may or may not happen again for a while or even at all, so there are no “good-byes” or “see you later” or “I love you” spoke. He walks her to her car and opens the door. He tells her “Au revoir, mon cherie.” He closes it as her window comes down and she asks him, “What did you say?”

He replies, “Goodbye my darling.”

She tells him, “No goodbyes. OK?”

He tells her with a smile, “I said it in French, so it doesn’t count.”

She laughs and asks him, “What else you got in French?”

He replies with a smile, “Je t’aime ma seduisant petite fleur.”

She smiles and asks, “Ok what did that mean?”

He takes a breath and tells her, “It means you are going to be late for work if you don’t leave now.”

She shakes her head “You little shit.”

They drive off together in separate cars.

On his way home he texts her this:

“It meant: I love you my sexy little flower.”

She looks at it and says I love you too, to her phone as she speeds to work.

She didn’t contact him again for a few weeks, but that is another story.

The 27-year-old Lady of Suthglow found herself in a trance of euphoria as she bounced atop the taut 22-year-old blonde serving boy’s cock in her bed. Viola found herself taking to sex more often since she tasted the joys it offered, the sheer taboo of being unmarried made it all the better, even now as she fucked her father’s manservant in the morning, she knew there was a risk her father would wake and find her, though she didn’t care, the thought of being discovered made it even more arousing. Her cunt felt an emptiness as she fucked the skinny servant on her bed. Closing her eyes she returned to the memory of her brother by law taking her in the drawing-room, the way his chest glinted from sweat in the firelight, the way his veiny cock thrust into her virgin flower, the sheer feeling of his toned arms wrapping around her as he took her. Lost in thought, Viola found herself quickly moaning aloud, enough to disturb the birds outside her windows as she frantically fucked herself up and down on the serving boy, her cunt spasming as she squeezed around the boy’s cock, coaxing the boy to orgasm after her.

Viola sighed as the Ecstacy left her, she rose from the servant as she got up from her bed, throwing a robe over herself as she fixed her hair, before going to the dining room to eat her breakfast, leaving the servant to recover from her usage of him. Her maids didn’t dare say a word, or take a look, despite knowing what she was getting up to, the Suthglow servants knew what would happen if they shared gossip about the von Hordrens, the punishment would be deadly if about Viola. Her father joined her later, showing no signs of having realized what Viola was doing. As The old general sat at the other side of the table, Viola eyed the blonde servant carefully creeping out from her bed chambers with a flushed expression, his cheeks rosy. “Good morning Papa, how did you sleep?” Viola chirped, signaling for one of the servants to pour her tea.

“I slept quite well, darling. Have you any plans for the day yet?” Parker replied while spreading the blackberry jam across a halved roll of bread, his lips pursed in thought.

“Well, nothing set in stone, papa. I was considering paying a visit to the Count de Calfton- Don’t excite yourself, It hasn’t anything to do with courtship really.. Merely business.” She replied as she lifted the porcelain cup with its saucer, sipping the black tea as she finished speaking. The Duke looked to his daughter before looking off to the side as he pondered what she’d meant.

“That young count- he’s, in the season currently, isn’t he? Marie won’t stop going on about him and her daughter to- well, anyone.” He stated as he began to eat his jam and bread.

“Yes well, after I’ve spoken to him, briefly. I suspect I’ll simply return, perhaps read in the gardens for a time. There isn’t much to do today, papa. Sometimes it makes me envy your work.” She replied with a sigh as she popped a madeleine cookie into her mouth.

“Don’t you worry your head with that nonsense, dear. Work is for men. And I should hope you’ll find some way to cope without my company, this… Idiotic war with Preznin is going to take much of my time into the North.” Parker said, his tone turning more serious as his face turned grumpy.

Viola noticed her father’s mind wander, and tried to distract him from the coming battles. “With any luck, the Preznin’s will surrender Alexander’s wife, I’m sure even they know it’s not worth the trouble. It likely wasn’t even on their king’s demands, though I wouldn’t count him smarter than his dimwitted subjects.” She quipped.

“They won’t, dear, Cassandra won’t be returning to Alynthi. This war is for pride only now.” The Duke commented as he finished inhaling his breakfast. Removing the cloth from his lap, Parker walked to the other end of the table where his daughter was, before giving her a peck on the lips as he brushed her hair back. “I must go, love. Try to open yourself to the possibilities, hm? I’m sure you’re day will prove eventful. Don’t worry another thought about it.” He remarked with a smile before stepping out. Viola pondered his former sentence, she couldn’t understand why her father didn’t believe Cassandra would be returned, it all seemed quite pointless to her. “Men’s pride…” She quipped to herself as she stared off in thought while she finished her breakfast.

Viola returned to her chambers in the evening quite disappointed, upon calling for the Count, she was told he was off with her niece. She despised the fact her vengeance against Marie would need to wait, though she knew even with the war, the season wouldn’t be over for some time still. Viola’s mind wandered about Frederick still as she walked to the royal gardens. She’d hoped she’d have another chance to gaziantep escort experience the bliss she found with Frederick, and while it seemed like she was close to finding him, she never could. Part of her worried he was avoiding her, perhaps her sister discovered the affair…

Viola’s maids were made to wait outside the garden doors with the guards as she wandered through. The Royal Gardens were for the royal family exclusively, however, due to her father’s influence with the armies, she went where she pleased. She was annoyed to find Prince Alexander seated on her regular stone bench, her pace slowed as she approached him, she was about to give him an earful to move until she saw the young Princess Anne playing in the flowerbeds ahead of him. Rarely did she feel sympathy for anyone, however, she knew the pain of growing up without a mother and decided she’d be merciful and let the prince keep his seat for now. Instead, Viola joined him on the bench, resting against the cushioned back as she opened the book she’d brought with her.

Anthony looked at her with an annoyed expression as she sat down, without bothering to offer a curtsy least of all. “You’re ignorance knows no limits does it? You’re not allowed, nor wanted here. Lady Viola.” Alexander declared, his pointed stache covering the frown crossing his face.

Viola did not bother to even look at him, she simply sighed and dismissed him as a nuisance, before crossing her leg as she continued to read her text. The Prince was in no mood for her behavior and signaled his younger sister to take Anne away. It was now Princess Charlotte’s turn to be annoyed, though she obeyed, picking up the young child as she left. Viola took notice as she read the prince was not leaving with his daughter and glanced ahead to the balcony overlooking the city as she waited for him to speak his nonsense. The prince rose from the bench, facing her as he looked down at her, suddenly he slapped the book from her hands across the path.

“I am in no mood for your games, Viola. Damned be your father, I want you out of here.” The prince nearly shouted. He scrunched his hands together into fists, digging his nails into his palms as he waited for her to leave. Viola instead chose to raise from the seat without looking at him as she walked over to retrieve her book. Alexander watched as she bent over to retrieve her book, for a moment he felt a stirring in his loins quickly dismissing it as she began to walk back to him.

He maintained his displeased expression, however as she returned he studied her crimson gown. Her beautiful physique distracted him when she slapped him across his face. He was stunned and watched her as she sat back down, acting as though nothing had happened. His pain subsided as he looked down at her dress while she safely read her book again. He hated the effect she was having on her, most of all the disrespect, but it’d been so long since he’d been able to act on his lust with Cassandra’s kidnapping.

Viola felt panicked, while she refused to look up from her book, she was uneasy at the fact he’d not reacted for so long, she knew he was watching her and it made her uncomfortable. She wondered if the guards would help her if he tried to beat her. To her relief, the Prince sat back down, in silence. Seeing she’d been victorious, she decided to not speak again, returning to her book. As Alexander looked around the garden, he kept his jaw clenched as he tried to swallow his pride.

The Prince finally began to speak again, crossing his leg over his other, resting his hand on the ankle of his boot, and the other on his knee. “What is it you’re reading?” He asked with a low tone as he tried to be civil.

“The Tellings of Kolispen.” She replied in a less hostile manner, exhaling the tense air she’d held back in her.

“I’m surprised someone else has read it, not many care for the Elven history.” He added with a slight chuckle as he recalled his old lessons. Alexander brought his hand to his face as he stroked his pointed mustache.

“They’re fools then, It is not only Elven. Currently, I’m reading about the god in the mountains.” She explained.

“The giant with one eye… He was a trickster you know, he made the city believe he was the god of giants, that he fathered orcs.” Alexander began, explaining in further detail. “The legends say the elves feared him so much, they’d bring him offerings, including women.” Viola was intrigued by the last piece of information, however, she didn’t show it.

“You’re spoiling it for me.” She said plainly as she closed her book. The prince only rolled his eyes, his smile remaining. Viola looked at him as she seemed to see him in a new light. He was only 3 years senior to her, though he looked more mature than she did, she admired his pointed mustache and chiseled chin, even his dark hair was quite gorgeous. Viola was unsure if she’d wish to be kind to her inferior, so she rose from the bench, setting her book down as she began to walk through the gardens.

Alexander eagerly followed the temptress as he admired her bosom once more. Viola had purposely clasped her hands together far from behind her back as she perched her bosom for his sights. “You’re pleasant company when you’re civil behaved, Lady Viola.” The Prince said, averting his gaze from her chest as she looked to him, taken aback from his- compliment.

“A pity,” she said as she stopped by the balcony, looking out at the city as she set her defenses up again. “I am far from well behaved, and you’d be a fool to expect much from me. What you like, is my pity…” She said smugly as she looked across the city.

The prince’s smile faded, though he still held an amused expression as he faced the city, keeping his gaze on her. “I suppose in your mind, pity is a high afford…” He retorted, glancing about the empty gardens before turning back to the city as he began to unbuckle the studded belt around his regal tunic. “As long as you wish to be improper.” He quipped, before moving the skirt of his tunic up, grasping his cock as he stuck it out the railings.

“What do you think you’re doing?!” She replied with a gasp, she glanced at his cock before looking away as he caught her wandering gaze.

Smugly, Alexander grinned and answered her. “Well, I’m taking a piss! Since you prefer informal behavior.” He bluffed, having only wished to make her uncomfortable. Viola’s eyes went wide as she smacked him multiple times on his arm.

“Don’t you dare! That is horridly repulsive! I am a Lady!!” She replied, making sure to smack him extra hard one last time, being stopped as he moved his hand from his cock to grab her wrist, letting the tunic fall back over his semi-hard cock.

“My mistake, your strength fooled me to believe otherwise.” He replied with a cheeky grin, before letting her go as she stormed off to the grass. Viola was flustered, normally she’d been able to control men with ease, but he seemed almost resistant to her games now, she cursed herself as she realized why. Her prowess was being thrown by the growing heat between her legs. “Forgive me for my mistake…”

Alexander began as he approached her once more, having left his belt behind at the balcony. “It is clear you are a lady… And I am grateful for your pity, though my manners forget themselves in my wife’s absence…” He replied as he stopped next to her, resting his hand on her shoulder. Viola turned to him as she looked into his eyes. Alexander barely remembered he had a wife at that moment, lost in attraction to Viola as he leaned in to kiss her…

Viola closed her eyes as she kissed him back, the feeling she’d felt with Frederick returning as she stopped herself only to look about the gardens. Alexander had gently moved his arms around her as he held her lower back, gazing into her eyes when she returned to him, seeing the garden was empty. Her hands crept under his long tunic as she rested her hands against his bare hips. The Prince wondered if she’d done this before, having shown no signs of nerves. His mind whispered in obsession to know if she’d been deflowered.

Alexander carefully guided her to the base of a tree as his cock bounced against his royal tunic. He pulled back from her kiss as he brought his left hand to her cheek caressing it with his middle and index fingers as he combed his fingers through her thick brown hair until he held the back of her head. “Not a single woman in these lands could match your merciful pity… Or your beauty.” He cooed to her. Viola looked into his lust-filled eyes before glancing to the garden doors once more, the thought of being discovered thrilled her.

Viola moved her hands from his bare hips to the bottom of his tunic as she slowly lifted the fine fabric from his torso. “My father would geld you if I told him how you’ve behaved towards me… ” She whispered to him as she pulled the tunic over his head, admiring his muscular stomach, the Prince was oddly muscular and quite skinny compared to his father or the other noblemen due to his training in the army. As she freed him from his tunic she let it fall to the ground as she observed him. He was now standing almost fully nude before her in the middle of the gardens as his cock pointed to the Lady of Suthglow like an angry weapon, his only remaining article of clothing being his tall leather boots.

Alexander grasped hold of her pointed crimson sleeves before she moved her hands under his, interlocking them as she slowly moved him back to the sunlight. Viola parted her lips as she spoke seductively to him. “I don’t quite care for your attire, your Highness… It looks quite uncomfortable.” She spoke as she moved her hands to his shoulders, pushing him down to the ground. The Prince sat on the black earth without care as his cock throbbed against his stomach, he hastily untied his boots as Viola kicked her slippers off to the side.

The young von Hordren stole the prince’s gaze when he’d only managed to get his last boot halfway untied when she slowly peeled her crimson gown from her. Alexander watched her breasts under the cream corset when she bent forward to move it past the ruffles on the bottom of her corset. When Viola rose back up, the Prince gawked at her in awe as the sun gleamed across her gold and white undergarments. Her womanhood was covered by a white silk bow that matched the half skirt covering her behind. The Prince got on his knees as he tucked his fingers under the top of her sheer white stockings at the top of her thigh as he slowly pulled them down, one by one.

The Prince was completely intoxicated by this sexy, vain woman in a way his wife never had, a way no one had. He spread his legs apart as he pulled her down into his lap, the prickly hair on his thighs tickling her bare ass as she rotated her upper body to face him. Viola brought her hand to her wet pussy as she began to play with herself while the prince slowly unbuttoned the front of her corset. Alexander flung her corset away from them as he trailed a row of kisses up her round stomach, leading to her right nipple as he teased it passionately. Viola moaned aloud as his right hand replaced hers at her pussy, his meaty fingers tenderly massaging her entrance, slowly moving deeper as she held his head in her hands.

Viola felt galvanized as the prince pleasured her. Unlike her brother by law, he was quite slow and soon brought her to orgasm on his hand. The prince moved his mouth from her nipples as he kissed her moaning lips. She panted and moaned as he lifted her from his lap, before slowly descending her onto his cock. “Dear god- oh! Oh, that feels different!!! Oh its- Ahhh.” Viola moaned out louder as her sensitive spasming cunt was pushed apart around his cock.

The Prince was shocked by her intense reaction after making her cum, even more so when he felt himself slip inside of her with ease and without pain. It was clear she was not a virgin by her great joy and lacking maidenhead. “You truly are a naughty girl, Lady Viola… Tell me- who’s fucked you before me… One of your father’s knights?”

“Mmm- no-.. Ohh..” Viola tried to resist his questioning, not wishing to give him the satisfaction until he began thrusting in and out of her dripping hot cunt.

“Come now, my lady… We’re both sinners now… Who is it that cajoled the mighty prude Viola-” He began, stopping as he grunted while picking up the speed of his thrusts “Von Hordren..”

Viola had failed to hold back when he seemed to give her a break, pulling out from her almost entirely until he plunged the full length of his royal prick. She moaned wildly with his grunts as she panted out an answer. “My- brother by law… Baron Frederick..” She said in a breathy voice, stopping to laugh as she pushed her breasts against his masculine hairy chest. “And I’ve been fucking my papa’s servants since.” She shot with a grin, as she kissed him once again.

Alexander was shocked and incredibly turned on by her confession, causing him to thrust his cock quickly in her as she matched his thrusts. He felt her orgasm around his cock a second time, though he’d still been far from finished. They parted their lips as they both moaned in elation as Viola squeezed his pistoning cock tightly, she was spent as she came a second time, the intense sensitivity of her cunt only growing as her moans grew louder. He grabbed hold of her left breast, squeezing it in his hand before letting go as he hugged her back to him, falling back into the damp dirt as he fucked his cock vigorously into her. Viola’s moans grew closer together at the increasing speed, failing to match him as she laid limp atop of him, crying out in ecstasy as she came a third time.

The Prince felt her climaxing again on his cock, this time it too much, his speed slowed as his balls slapped against her ass, before falling back as he plunged his throbbing cock as deep into her as he could when he shot waves of his seed into her, flooding her completely in jubilation as his cum drained around him onto his balls.

After the Prince recovered, he hugged the spent lady in his right arm. He used his free hand to drag the clothes into the sun before laying Viola down on them, moving behind her as he embraced her under the light. The two watched the city across from them. As they whispered sweet nothings among one another. Unaware that someone had witnessed their adultery…

I am here to tell you she loved to suck cock! Her name was Annie and I’d meant her and her husband thru other friends. They would stop by for a beer or two and a smoke. The more we got to know them the more I liked Annie. She was quite pretty I guess you would describe her as tall and willowy. She had light brown hair, greenish gray eyes, long legs and small pert breasts.

Her old man was shorter than Annie black hair and as far as I am concerned not much, but to each his own or her own. Besides this is not about Mac it’s about Annie and how I learned she loved to suck cock more than anything.

Like I said as we became closer friends it just so happened that her husband Mac ended up having to go to jail for something, traffic tickets if I remember right. He ended up having to do like 90 days. After he went in Annie seemed to almost live at our place and as we now had her to ourselves my mind went off on how to get Annie into our bed. She began to open up about herself more. She told us how when she was in high school she started giving blowjobs so guys would date her. As she would talk about it you could see the gleam in her eyes.

She would always claim that as she grew older she got to be very good at giving the boys head. Now I am a man and after listening to a young lady tell of her prowess night after night and not really having to try to get more and more details from her. To say the least I wished I could find out just how good she really was and more and more began to wonder if it was just her being lonely that lead to her talks or something else.

One night she called asking if I could come over because she needed a hand with a drain that was plugged. I told my wife and she said I should go over and help her out. But that she couldn’t come and I should be careful and not let Annie take advantage of me. We laughed then I thru some tools in a bag and jumped in my truck. I drove over to Annie’s and parked out front in her driveway. I walked up to the door and knocked. Annie came to the door with a big smile thanking me and saying what a great friend I was and she didn’t know what she would have done if I hadn’t been there to help her and how she didn’t know what she could ever do to thank me. Yea right!

She showed me to the sink in the kitchen that was full of water with no stopper in the drain; I dug out my plumber’s helper figuring it would dislodge the clog. When this didn’t work I realized I would have to remove the drain pipe under the sink. So down I went after getting a bucket to catch the mess in, I loosened the trap from the sink and wiggled it off catching the water and muck in the bucket. Now as I’m lying on the floor I look up from under the sink where I am laying Annie is standing right there so I can see right up her skirt to her naked pussy. Annie was a natural chick which means she didn’t shave her legs armpits or as I could see from my view her bush all nice and light brown fuzz. I just laid there looking at Annie’s fine pussy acting like gaziantep escort I was still working under the sink until she looked down from the edge of the sink at me and caught me just looking up her skirt.

I said “I really like the view from here.” Looking right at her cunt, “I bet it tastes as good as it looks.” I had already felt my cock growing in my pants as I’d continued to look up Annie’s skirt to my surprise she didn’t move away she just smiled widened her stance and answered “You do seem to be enjoying it from what I see.” looking down at the bulge in my pants.

“Yes I am but I’m afraid this won’t get this fixed.” I said holding the trap in my hand “if I keep looking at you.” I pulled my eyes away from Annie and back to the job at hand. There was the usual hair grease and gunk clogging the pipe which I got free and dumped in the bucket then after replacing the trap I got up off the floor Annie had left the kitchen. I started the water to see if it would drain, it did, job done. I picked up my stuff and was washing my hands in the sink when Annie came back into the room. As I turned around she had undressed and was now standing naked before me in her kitchen. “The least I can do is let you really see all me for all you’ve done for me tonight.” She said as she slowly turned around before me. This wasn’t the first time I had seen Annie naked we had been hot tubing at our place many nights. But it was the first time I was offered to just openly look at her and I did as the bulge in my jeans grew again I could see her watching to see if she was having an effect on me.

Her light brown hair fell to her butt thick and heavy. Her small breasts were well tanned and firm as the rest of her body not a tan line anywhere slim waist meant at the V of her upper thighs in a golden nest of curly light brown fuzz that continued down her long thin shapely legs. Her nipples were very hard the size of pencil erasers with areoles about the size of a quarter. My mouth watered wanting to take her in my arms and devour her right there.

She asked if I’d like to take a quick dip in her hot tub since it was already and I should at least have a beer for fixing the sink as she went to the fridge pulling one out opening it as she walked toward me her small breasts standing out almost begging to be touched. She had always said that was why she got into giving the boys head because of her small breasts and holding out not wanting to go all the way with just anyone.

I took a long pull on the cold beer then started taking my cloths off right there in the kitchen Annie seemed to like that as she watched me waiting for me to pull off my jeans as I did my cock sprang free with a little bounce to it, it was getting very hard by now. Now with both of us naked I took another pull on my beer and told Annie to lead the way while I grad another beer. We headed out the back door to the deck it was dark just the light from the kitchen showing the way we went to the tub I pulled the cover off then helped her in, then slid in myself.

As the heat soaked in I drank the rest of my first beer and opened the second as Annie sat across from me I made the first move finding her foot in the bottom of the tub as we talked I wanted to just come out and ask if she wanted to show me how good she was at sucking cock but before I could; she said “I really want to suck your cock Bill in fact I’ve wanted to for months. Can I?”

Can she? Can she? Hell yes you can suck my cock anytime! And right now is as good a time as any my mind was screaming. Instead I said “Well I’m not sure Jasmine and I don’t fool around with out the other to share you know and you’ve said you’re not into other ladies so I would love to but…”

Annie said “I know, I know Jasmine and I’ve talked about it too and she suggested that I join you two for your birthday but I’d really, really just like to have to by myself once before then; besides I (as I felt her foot on my crotch) think you need it now I hate to let a hard cock go to waste!”

I said “Well my birthday is this weekend, are you going to go out with us?”

“Yes I am we have a surprise already planned for you.” She answered as her foot massaged my rock hard cock under the water. “But I still want you now please.”

What was I supposed to do she was almost begging to suck my aching cock and now she had both her feet wrapped around it stroking it she then shifted kneeling before me replacing her feet with her hands in slow long strokes with both hands wrapped around my 7″ member all I wanted was to let her do what ever she wanted. I would explain to Jasmine later.

This was another one of our little things if for what ever reason one of us found ourselves in a situation where the other wasn’t or couldn’t be there we had to tell the other the whole story after and the one who didn’t get any would make the other pay. So I looked forward to describing how Annie seduced me and doing what ever Jasmine wished in return.

Not wanting to let Annie know though I said “We can’t let Jasmine know if you do though, right.”

“No, no I won’t.” She replied as I wrapped my arms around her. We kissed as her hands work me under the water I moved up to the edge of the tub opening my legs. Annie moved between them as she first licked the under side of my cock from base to tip. Then lightly around the big purple she then flicked her tongue slowly stroking the length with both hands. Then taking just my big mushroom head in her mouth she began sucking as her tongue worked around the rim. Next Annie sucked the whole length into mouth and throat working her throat muscles on its head. As she withdrew my pulsing meat from her mouth her tongue again licked around my cock ending with a flick at the tip like she wanted a drop of precum. This was followed again and again with slight variations as she increased the pace finding a rhythm to her head bobbing at my crotch. Sometimes cupping my balls in a gentle squeeze she would look up at me with her mouth full of cock with such a pleased smile on her face; as if she finally had something she’d wanted for ever.

I know I was getting one of the very best blow jobs I have ever had and wasn’t about to let her get it all right her in the tub I rested my hands on the back of her head holding her as her head fucked my cock. I said “Can we move to somewhere dryer?”

“Mumhuh” Was her muffled answer.

We broke apart with her kissing the tip of my cock then wrapped in towels ran to the house. Once inside I took her towel and dried her off as she did me my cock now oozing precum from the tip she knelt before me as the towel was worked over my butt her tongue licked the head of my cock. Then she was right back at it on the kitchen floor before I could do anything. I pulled her up from my cock to get a little more comfortable moving into the living room to the couch I laid back as she returned to stuffing her face.

I worked her around so I might taste her sweet treasure slowly licking her puffy pussy lips until I found her swollen clit she climaxed almost as my tongue touched it then again as I took it between my teeth sucking it as she was me. Her juices were flowing as I worked my fingers to her tight hole probing first with one then two until all four fingers of one hand were fucking her as I sucked and licked her clit. She came again then twisted away from me to get a better angle at my cock it seemed she wanted to make me cum her pleasure was not the point for her at least. So again I laid back to enjoy her wonderful talents at the oral art. Now I let her have it all moving my hips to match her head as I held the back of her head I fucked her mouth as I would her tight pussy. Until I felt myself reaching the point of no return she seemed to feel me close to the edge as she squeezed the base of my cock the help me hold off my impending climax. I pulled out of her mouth and flipped her around almost most in one motion ramming my cock into her wet pussy as she gasped at being filled in one stroke I slowly pulled out coating my cock with her juices then plunged in again and again until she came crying out “Oh my god yes fuck me, fuck me, fuck meeeee.”

And I did as I was told moving her this time to the doggie position so I could see my cock disappearing into her wet love hole then coming back out coated with her sweet pussy juices I found a good pace pounding her tight cunt until came the sound of her pleading as her head was collapsing into the corner of the couch mumbling something about not cumming in her because I wasn’t wearing a rubber. Always one to oblige a lady I’m fucking as I was reaching that point again I pulled out rolled her over and filled her mouth again letting her taste herself as I filled her mouth with my own climax as she sucked and swallowed every drop milking me until I was soft she licked me then we kissed and I said “Thank you that has to be one of the best if not the very best blowjob I’ve ever had, but if I don’t hurry and get home…..” I was looking forward to telling Jasmine all about it and letting her taste Annie on my lips!

The following story line was suggested by Adam S.

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“Oo look. Yum yum.” The slim young lady with the short sun bleached blond hair nudged her companion. The other one had short brown hair. She too had a slim athletic build. They were sitting on the bench by the pool, both wearing one piece swim suits. They watched the lady with the mass of light brown hair that tumbled down her shoulders, and the very voluptuous body corralled by the straps of a day-glo pink bikini. They watched her stroll to the edge of the pool and slide into the water.

Tuesdays and Thursdays at the municipal complex, from eight PM until ten were adult only swims. Thursday had morphed unofficially into an LGBT mixer. The folks in charge of the complex turned a blind eye, and the town council did too. It was a small city with a live and let live liberal attitude. The kind if city that scares the bejesus out of the far right Nazis.

Amanda, the blond, and Amber had been best girlfriends since high school.

Amanda has been married for two years. Her ten year older husband has no problem with her bi-sexuality. In fact one of their favorite bedroom games is for him to lay back and Amanda gallop on his cock while telling him in detail what she and Amber have been doing to each other.

Amber is back at her widowed mother’s now that uni is out for the summer. An athletic scholarship helping to pay her way.

They are here to swim, but are always looking for a fuck toy to seduce, use, then throw away when they become bored, or she becomes possessive. This one must be new in town. They’d have noticed her before. Better act quickly, a sweet piece of meat like that won’t be available for long.

“My turn.”

“Your turn, go girl.”

Amber stands and rolls her shoulders. The lioness begins her hunt. She prowls over to poolside, keeping her eyes on her prey. She calculates distance and speed. Her dive barely leaves a ripple. She torpedoes along the bottom. Her trajectory curves up. She bumps into her target’s hip.

“Sputter, sputter. Oh God I’m sorry, I’m such a klutz. I should watch where I’m going. Sorry. Did I hurt you?”

“No, no. Just barely bumped into my hip, everything’s OK. Lets get to the side.

Amber followed as ‘Day Glo’ paddled to the edge and hopped out to sit with her legs in the water. Amber joined her, sitting very close.

“Hi. I’m Amber.”

“Sarah. Nice to meet you.”

“You new here?”

“Ya, just moved here. My apartment was supposed to have AC but doesn’t, so I came here to cool off.”

“I know! Me too. And it’s only July.”

“I know. Like, if the AC doesn’t get fixed, well, I mean I called the super, like, but, the old lady across the hall just, like, laughed and said, ‘Good luck’.”

“Fuckin’ supers eh. Pardon my French.”

“I know, but I don’t think that’s fucking French.”

They both laugh.

“Hey, Amber, who’s your friend?”

“Hi, I’m Sarah.”

“I’m Amanda, but my friends call me ‘Mandy’.”

“You have friends?”

“Shut UP Amber Slut.”

More laughter. The ice has been broken. She’s surrounded. Now it’s just a case of taking their prey down.

They slip into the pool and swim. Sarah notices how Amber moves in the water. She knows it was no ‘accident’ that caused them to bump together.

The lifeguards blew their whistles. “Time Folks!”

In the dressing room, as Amanda pulled on her white jump suit over her lacy bra and panties she asked escort bayan Sarah to join them for pizza. The poking nipples made it clear that Amber had no bra under her ‘Swim Team’ T shirt. Her red shorts were very short.

Sarah smoothed her yellow sun dress down. It displayed her shapely figure to advantage. She picked up her big canvas bag, pulled it’s long webbing straps over her shoulder and followed the girls out. Since she’s come on the bus they all piled into Mandy’s Nissan.

“Get into the front, you’re the guest, Amber’s used to back seats.” Laugh.

“Bite me Cunt.” More laughter.

As they drove Sarah felt Amber’s hand gently settle over the seat back onto her left shoulder. She patted it with her right hand. A subtle signal.

Pizza and beer. A table in the corner. Talking and laughing.

“Oh oh, here comes Frankie.”

“Well, hello Ladies!” His jeans are tight. His wife beater T says ‘NIKE. Just Do It.”

“Amber, who’s your lovely friend? I’m Frankie, Babe. Anything Frankie can do for you, just whistle. You do know how to whistle? Just put you lips together and blow.” Frankie laughed at his favorite old movie quote.

“Frankie.”

“Ya, Amanda?”

“If I throw a stick, will you FUCK OFF?”

“Hey, no need to get rude!”

“Ya, well, fuck off anyway.”

They giggled as he spotted a single lady at a table across the restaurant and sauntered towards her.

The first bars of the Kink’s ‘Lola’. Amber answered her phone.

“Hi Mom… With Mandy… OK… OK MOM!…Love you too..By.”

“Mom?”

“Ya. Her boss is away so she won’t be home tonight. Wanted to remind me to lock the door and set the alarm before I go to bed. Like I’m a fucking twelve year old.”

“Her mom is fucking her boss’s husband when she’s out of town.”

“Lets get some beers. Party at my place!”

They are soon sitting around the family room. Things get quiet. Sarah strokes Amber’s thigh. “Are you two dykes going to fuck me, or what?”

Amber smiles. “Come” She takes Sarah’s hand and leads her down the hall to her mother’s room. It’s big bed takes up most of the floor space in the sixties era master bedroom.

Her mom joked that she Did take widowhood lying down, and on her knees, and in any other position her lovers wanted to try. The big sturdy brass bed had seen a lot of action.

The girls wondered why Sarah brought her bag to the bedroom, but soon dismissed the thought as she began a slow strip.

She ruffled her long curly hair up over her head, then stroked it back. She turned her back to the girls who were sitting on the edge of the bed. “Will one of you help me with my zipper?” Their hands collide as they both reached.

She slipped the shoulder straps of her dress off one at a time. Slowly. “Do you like what you see, ladies?”

They both nodded. Anticipation made them wordless.

Sarah cupped her breasts through the soft material. The shoulder straps dangling over her elbows. She squeezed them a few times then stroked her dress down to her waist. Her white lace and satin half cup bra was straining. She had big round brown targets with short fat nipples. She pulled the bra down to her dress then massaged her freed hooters.

Her dress and bra fell to the carpet. Her cunt was shaved to just a little arrow head pointing down.

“You two seem to be over dressed.”

That broke them out of their stupor.

Amber whipped off her T and shorts.

Amanda görükle escort unbuttoned her jump suit and her bra and panties were thrown aside. The three groped and kissed.

“Pussy Delta!” exclaimed Amber sliding between Sarah’s legs and starting to kiss this fresh pussy. Mandy slid around so Sarah could eat her as she munched Amber’s. Soon the room was filled with some very contented moaning and giggling.

When everyone was satisfied at least once they cuddled together. Amber and Mandy couldn’t keep their hands or lips off Sarah’s bountiful breasts. Sarah leaned her head back on the pillows and stroke and combed her fingers through their short hair, being in the moment. She felt fingers stroking, then violating her cunt. Someone had very talented fingers. Sarah had another gorgeous orgasm as fingers gently massaged her clit.

Mandy climbed up and gripped the brass headboard. She lowered her cunt to Sarah’s mouth. Sarah grabbed that hard fit ass and began to worship. Pussy juice dribbled down her chin. She felt Amber’s kisses moving down her body. Left tit, right tit, belly button. Sarah’s giggle as she kissed there really got Mandy’s juices flowing.

Amber by passed her pussy, kissing down her right leg, massaging and kissing each foot, then up her left leg.

Now her kisses became licks and tongue pokes. Sarah felt Amber’s thumbs open her up. A kiss and a lick, Some fingers too. Sarah lost control. The vibrations of Sarah’s “Mmmaaa.” as she came taking Amanda with her.

They cuddled and molested each other for a bit.

Sarah got up, took her big bag to the en-suite then returned a few minutes later with it over her shoulder. In one hand was a bottle and a plastic glass with a pink liquid in it. In the other hand, two glasses with the same liquid. She held the hand with the two glasses out.

“Strawberry liquor, darlings?”

She dropped her bag on the end of the bed and set the bottle on the bedside table.

“To wild pussy!”

They saluted and the other two yelled “Wild Pussy!” then gulped down the sweet burning liquid.

Sarah had just sipped hers. She refilled theirs. She set her glass down and reached into the big bag.

“Ever tried one of these?”

The other’s eyes got very big as they saw Sarah pull out and strap on a big purple cock.

“Oo, fuck me first!”

“No, me first. Mandy gets boned by Dave every night.”

“Not with one that big.”

They both giggle.

Sarah kissed Amber. “OK, you first. Want to be fucked like a cheap whore?”

Laugh. “Ya, like a fucking cheap cunt. Do me.”

“OK.” She reached back into the bag and pulled out a set of leather handcuffs. “Hands behind your back whore.”

Amber felt the familiar feeling when she first climbed to the top of the diving tower. Fear, excitement, thrills all mixed together. The sexual ripple from knowing she wouldn’t be the one in control for a change.

Sarah finished shackling her. She reached around Amber’s trim body and with thumb and forefinger pulled Amber’s nipples until she squealed. Pain or excitement?

“Mm, my sweet dirty little slut. Are you ready for your fucking?”

“Yes, yes.”

“Beg for it, slut. Say the magic word, whore.”

“Please. Please fuck me. Please!” Amber was really getting into this new exciting game. She couldn’t remember ever wanting cock so much.

Sarah put her hand on the back of Amber’s head bursa elit escort and pushed it firmly down to the pillows. She slowly, slowly pushed her purple cock between Amber’s legs and into her cunt. She took her doggy style. Long slow strokes. Amber moaned with pleasure as the purple pleasure pole slid in and out. Then Sarah picked up the pace. Amber screamed as Sarah pounded her. Her head was hitting the brass bars, but Sarah kept pounding.

“You like this, slut, don’t you? There we go. Take it all, you little whore.”

The more Sarah degraded her the more turned on Amber got. Sarah’s hand slipped around her waist. A finger slipped to Amber’s clit and she exploded.

When was the last time she’s cum like that?

Sarah pulled out and gently pushed Amber onto her side.

“Just lay quietly while I fuck your girlfriend, slut.”

Amanda had been sitting cross legged leaning against the foot bars and stroking her pussy lips as she watched Amber get boned.

“How about you, Mandy?” Sarah pulled another set of cuffs out of her bag.

“Yes, please. Do me that way.” She wanted one like Amber had just had.

“Lay on your tummy and grab the bars at the foot of the bed, then.”

She too felt the thrill of being out of control as Sarah cuffed her left hand, then led the cuff’s chain around the bars before cuffing her right.

“Hey! What the Fuck!” Sarah was dribbling thick lube and fingering it into Amanda’s rectum.”

“What do you think I’m doing, slut. I’m getting ready to bugger you. Are you an ass hole virgin? has no one ever sodomized you before? Surely not!”

“No, no! Don’t! Please!”

“Hey, you can’t do that to her.”

Sarah gave Amber a frown and went to her bag again. Amber clamped her teeth shut as Sarah held the big red ball gag to her lips. She set the gag on the pillow by Amber’s head.

What she produced next was about two feet long and an inch in diameter. It was bright pink rubber. One end was formed into a handle, the other flattened to a two inch flexible square.

Amber shrieked as the blows landed fast and furious on her ass cheek. Sarah rammed the ball home and tightened the strap on the edge of pain.

Her voice was too gentle. “I told you to lay quietly. You will learn to obey.”

She lay her pink weapon inches from Amanda’s nose.

“I want to hear you sing, sweetie. A nice loud scream. But don’t fake it. Whatever comes naturally. She was massaging Mandy’s ass as she spoke. She pushed Mandy’s legs apart and positioned herself.

Amanda grunted. She thought she’d be torn apart as the purple knob pushed at her hole.

“Relax sweetie, I’m going in with or without your co-operation.”

And she did. Mandy gasped. “Nooooo.”

Sarah slid it all the way in. Then pulled almost out. No slow start. She began pounding. Amanda screamed. Her screams became crying. She was soon sobbing, then whimpering.

How had their game gone so wrong? How had the tables been turned? There were two of them for fuck sake. She silently cried.

Sarah dialed a preset number and held her phone to her ear.

“Yes Mistress, Sarah, Mistress”

*****

“Mistress, yes Mistress. Two actually Mistress.”

*****

“Mistress, both about five seven, slim athletic, reasonably pretty, Mistress.”

*****

“Mistress, yes I understand, the GPS from my phone. I’ll leave it on, Mistress.”

****

“Mistress, yes a single bungalow with an attached garage, the loading can be done in it, I’ll open the door when you arrive, Mistress.”

******

“Mistress Thank you, Mistress.”

Before ending the call Sarah said what she always says. “Mistress, I love you.”

And as always receives no acknowledgment.

A continuing story of lesbian seduction, awakening, control, and intense edging. In this chapter, Julia and Felicity push each other closer to the edge

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“We’re here,” I announced as we arrived at the small but very classy restaurant I knew well.

I led my young, pretty, and delectable new companion inside and the lady who I knew to be the proprietor showed us to a beautifully presented table. It was near the entrance, where we would be seen, which suited my purposes admirably. We settled in and the wine and conversation began to flow freely, but I was struggling to keep my eyes off Felicity’s boobs. That lace-up dress barely covered her areole and her nipples poked prominently through the taut fabric.

“Horny?” I enquired.

“Always when I’m with you.” Felicity confirmed.

“Well at the moment that’s actually all the time, isn’t it?”

“Yep, but this dress is defo making me hornier. I love it. I’m sure you’ve worked out what an exhibitionist I am.” she continued, adjusting the opening at the front for maximum effect.

“You’re just my type sweetie, but I have that streak in me too, as you may have noticed.”

No doubt she had, but she continued more thoughtfully.

“Julia, there’s something I need to talk to you about.”

“Go ahead.”

“Well, normally I don’t like being told what to do. I resent authority and I’ve got a reputation at college for being a bit of a rebel. And when my mother tries to tell me what to do, well, instinctively I’m, like, ‘no way’ and I’ll go do the exact opposite.”

“That doesn’t surprise me. It’s typical of your personality type. But why mention it now?”

She leaned forward. “I’ve realised something. When you tell me what to do, you have a way of being very, like, persuasive. You don’t give me any choices.”

“And?”

“I like it.”

“You do?”

“Yes. It excites me. Turns me on. I think that’s one big reason why I’ve been so horny all day.”

I took a moment to take in what she’d said, but there was more:

“And this, erm, self-denial thing. Not always having an orgasm whenever you want one …”

“What about it?”

“I want to try it. I think I could like that too.”

“Good girl!” I exclaimed, a little too exuberantly – loud enough to be overheard above the clatter of cutlery on plates and the lively chatter of the sophisticated clientele around us. Just then a pretty young waitress arrived to take our order; she’d probably overheard too because she gave me a knowing smile.

Once the food was organised and we’d passed some fun time people-watching the other diners close by, trying to guess their relationships, I suggested to Felicity: “Let’s start now. Here’s the new rule. Neither of us is allowed to come until midnight tomorrow, OK?”

“Wow, yes, let’s do it! But that sounds a bit unfair on you Julia. I already came earlier today but you haven’t come for several days, or so you told me. Can you really hold out another day?”

“11 actually, but who’s counting”

“Eleven?! That’s freaking incredible. I’d die before then, from frustration!”

“Well it takes a lot of willpower, and you have all those teen hormones rushing around inside you. But do we have a deal?”

Felicity nodded: “Sounds wonderful, but … I hope we can still do sexy things together until then? I mean, isn’t the idea that we fuck like a pair of bonkers nympho lesbos, just that, we, we, don’t come until midnight?”

“Like Cinderella’s coach?”

“What?”

“Never mind. You’ve understood correctly. The more we arouse each other, the bigger the challenge to hold back and not to climax.”

“And that makes it all the more exciting?”

I was going to say more but our food arrived just then.

“Enjoy your meal Felicity. You’re going to need the energy.”

“Midnight tomorrow – this could be interesting,” she mused as we ate.

Felicity’s dress, and her erect nipples no doubt, were attracting a lot of attention and elicited a few knowing winks from other women. I was enjoying the evening very much and when my sexy companion had finished her meal, I thought I’d put her to the test.

“So you like me telling you what to do, yeah?

She looked slightly concerned, maybe wondering if she’d given too much away, but she nodded in confirmation.

Saying nothing, I took out a small notebook and wrote on 3 pages, tearing them out and handing them to her one at a time. She read the first one back to me: ‘Go to the bathroom. Don’t read the second note until you get there.’

She looked at me intently but I wasn’t giving away any clues. I gestured to the very back of the restaurant; she had to pass most of the other diners on her way there. She was gone a while, but eventually reappeared and slalomed back through the crowded room to our table, tottering uncertainly on her three-inch heels.

Her face looked noticeably flushed and she started to sit down, but I stopped her. “Did I tell you to sit down, Flix?”

“No Julia you didn’t. Sorry.”

“Such a lovely word. bursa escort Now, what did the second note say?”

Felicity hesitated and cleared her throat then continued: “It said: ‘Take your knickers off …’ .” I assumed she’d obeyed my instructions, as her left hand was clenched tightly shut. “Carry on,” I insisted, and speak up.”

She continued: “… and when you get back to our table, read the third note.”

With her free hand she unfolded the third note and read it out loud. She looked at me aghast and, looking around, she stage-whispered to me “I can’t do that. People will notice!”

“I know. That’s the point. I thought you liked getting all the attention. And in any case, I have a lot more blank pages left in this little book still, so don’t chicken out on me sweetie.”

Felicity looked stunning standing there. Ravishing yet vulnerable, her cute nipples even more pokey than before. Slowly she unfurled her left hand and placed a small scrunched-up ball of purple lace in the middle of the table, clearly visible, exactly as instructed.

“Well done Flix,” I said encouragingly, and scribbled a fourth note, which she dutifully read out:

“Lift up your dress and sit down”.

She looked mortified. “Can’t I sit on my dress? I’ll make the seat wet.”

“Do as I say.”

“Yes, Miss Julia,” Felicity replied as she lifted the hem of her dress at the back and sat down. She shuddered; was it the feel of the cold plastic? Or a realisation of where this might lead.

Just then the waitress arrived to clear away the plates and when there was nothing left on the table except Felicity’s knickers she asked me (not Felicity) “Will she be needing these any more this evening or shall I take them?”

I told her we still needed them; she winked and left. I wrote Felicity another note and handed it to her. Inside I knew just what she meant when she’d said that I give her no choice when I tell her what to do. My pussy responded to the increasingly sensual atmosphere between us but I managed to supress the ever-present ache I felt in my groin and my nipples.

“Read it aloud Flix,” I said.

She looked down at the note, then at me. “Go on. Nice clear voice,” I insisted.

She read: “Pick up your thong and use it to tie your hair back.”

“No, sorry, I can’t …”

“Yes you can.”

“This has gone too far.”

“I’ve only just begun.”

“No, sorry, I … what are you doing Julia?”

“Taking a photo of you with your knickers on the table. It’s to send to your mother.”

“Fuck you Julia. You wouldn’t.”

‘Click’

“No, no, don’t send it. Please don’t.” Her voice was panicked. I put my phone down.

Felicity picked up the thong and straightened it out It was tiny, just like the black one she wore earlier. She reached behind her head, gathered her long blonde hair into a rough and ready ponytail and tied the purple thong round it in a knot. Then she looked at me with an intensity I’d not seen before.

“Can we go now please?”

“Yes Flix, in a moment. Let’s just get you ready for the walk back shall we?”

Felicity looked a little concerned when I told her to turn and face the big mirror on the wall by the entrance. I stood behind her and reached around, loosening the lacing all the way down the front of her dress. She saw in the mirror what was happening. The deep vee at the front had opened wider and quite a bit more her cute little titties was now visible, although the hard buds of her nipples stayed only just hidden.

“Is this how you want me, looking like your proper little slut? Showing me off like your prize?” Felicity asked, somewhat rhetorically. Looking in the mirror still, she adjusted the fabric as best she could, trying unsuccessfully to conceal her dark areole. She put her hands on her hips and turned both ways, as if admiring herself and the look I’d created. “Don’t ask me to run, Julia, or I’ll fall out” she mused, with a hint of a smile at the corners of her mouth.

I paid the bill, took her hand and led her out into the warm night air.

After only a few hundred metres, during which we certainly attracted a lot of attention, Felicity grabbed my arm and pulled me into a side alley. I expected her to tell me she was going to the police and report me for emotional coercive abuse.

“Julia, damn you, you make me so fucking horny. I would never have believed a woman like you existed in this world and here I am, weak, vulnerable and totally at your mercy. Yours to humiliate and use for your pleasure … and I’m loving it.” She then threw her arms around me, pressed her pussy against my thigh and kissed me with an unmistakably deep desire. I felt my leg getting wet, confirming everything she’d said.

I pushed her back against the opposite wall. “Hands above your head.” She obeyed instantly. Holding them there with one hand, I reached down with my other and lifted the hem of her dress. That’s when she realised what I was going to do and her mood suddenly changed.

“Oh no, Julia no, you can’t do this here, in public. This bursa escort bayan really is going too far. No please don’t touch me, not outside. I’ll scream.”

I slid my fingers between her legs anyway, and told he what she already knew: “You’re dripping wet, Felicity.”

“I know. That’s what you do to me,” she admitted, “but please don’t call me Felicity.”

“Feel free to scream if you want to … Felicity. But I don’t think you will. We have an agreement, don’t we?”

Felicity nodded.

“What is it?”

She looked down. “I’ll do anything you ask.”

“Good girl!”

“Am I really? Good girls don’t expect ‘anything’ to include willingly being masturbated in a public place by a woman 3 times her age.”

“Well in that case this ‘Good Girl’ is in for a few more surprises” I suggested, and in the half-light I pressed my middle finger between the soft warm folds of her welcoming pussy. It slipped in easily; she was engorged. Felicity gasped then let out a long, beautiful moan followed by: “Oh fuck yes Julia you’re going to make me come.”

“Not allowed,” I reminded her as I settled into a rhythm, sliding back and forth between her lips and probing the entrance to her open vagina with each stroke. She whimpered: “But I have to. I need to.”

“No,” I insisted as I pushed a finger inside her. “We made another promise, remember?”

“Can’t we start tomorrow?”

I wasn’t going to argue and I removed my hand, but not before sliding it up and over her clit, just the once. Felicity shook and her legs almost buckled under her. I let go of her wrists and she fell into my arms. I kissed her and asked: “How was that?”

“So close. So close …” she explained, paused, then continued: “but I’m glad you stopped. It feels, well, amazing really.”

“In what way? Tell me, Flix.”

“Because I’m even hornier now and, just, feeling like I’m on a high, like I’m floating. I’ve never felt like this before. It feels so different to when a boy touches me there, and I want more. More of this, Julia. More of your … your … control.”

Hearing those words. it felt like my body was alive with desire and my pussy ached for release, for just a touch. A finger, maybe a tongue. But I took a few deep breaths and drove the feelings deeper inside, for a while at least.

“Flix my lovely. I have a lot to give, so just keep enjoying it, OK?” She put her arm round my waist and her body moulded into my side.

As we walked back to my rented apartment, she shared more about her home life. Her weak, insignificant father who rarely featured in her life, and her domineering heartless mother who was omni-present except when she could escape.

“Like now?”

“Yes,” she confirmed. “This is the best escape I’ve ever experienced. She has no idea where I am and she cannot interfere, or spoil my fun.”

“Nor mine.” I added.

We arrived back about 1 am and I made some coffee. Felicity stretched out full length on one of the soft leather sofas and suggested: “Let’s do it here.”

“Do what?” I asked

“Fuck,” she replied, in her usual shamelessly direct manner, as she lifted up her dress and spread her legs wide. Her pussy looked beautiful and she was obviously still very aroused. She pulled her outer lips further apart with her fingers and her inner labia looked deliciously pink, wet and swollen. And very inviting.

“No, we’re not,” I informed her.

Felicity looked disappointed. “Aww, but these sofas feel so mmmm so sexy. In your bedroom then?”

“Nope.”

“Where?”

“No-where. we’re just going to go to our separate rooms, getting some much-needed sleep and I’ll see you in the morning.”

“What???” she exclaimed. “I just assumed when we got back you’d want to fuck my brains out until dawn and we’d have amazing orgasms all night.” Then she saw the expression on my face. “Oh no, no Julia, surely not. You mean, you’re serious about this edging thing?”

I nodded.

Felicity sat up, pulled her knees to her chest and looked at me. “So we actually aren’t supposed to come, at all, not now, not in the night, and not all day tomorrow?”

“That’s what we agreed.”

“I can’t do it. I just can’t Julia. I won’t sleep tonight and I’ll be a wreck in the morning, That’s assuming I don’t give in and simply frig myself off and you wouldn’t know anyway.”

“You could do that, or you could just leave now. The door’s over there. You’re free to go at any time. But you can’t take anything with you that I’ve bought for you and I wouldn’t recommend walking the streets at night in just your purple bikini and trainers.

“You’re such a controlling bitch Julia.”

“I know. And you’re loving it, aren’t you, Flix.”

She looked away, clutching her coffee mug, then stood up and turned her back to me as though she had a plan.

“Can you unlace me please?”

I did, making sure I stroked her bare skin with my fingertips. Felicity wriggled out of the dress, dropped it on the floor and stood facing me. Naked.

“Look at me. bursa merkez escort Do you want me, Auntie Julia?”

“Yes, my beauty, I want you very much.”

Tears welled up in her eyes. “I want you too, and I think you know that. I was looking forward to showing you how much. Can’t I tempt you?” she purred and ran her hands over her little boobs and over her perfect body. My pussy throbbed and I felt a wave of intense desire wash over me.

“Not now Flix. No” I insisted, drawing on deep reserves of self-control.

She changed tack and asked me: “Do you realise I haven’t even seen your pussy properly yet?”

“Yes, I know. Would that help you sleep?”

“Probably not. Might make it worse.”

“Trust me, it’ll make it better when you do finally come.”

Confessing to myself that having Felicity bring me close to orgasm would be a lovely way to end a remarkable day, I stood facing her in all her naked beauty, reached down and brazenly lifted up the front of my bronze dress.

“Oh shit Julia,” she exclaimed. “I didn’t realise you’ve had no panties on all evening.”

I smiled.

“And I didn’t expect you’d be shaved. You’re so pretty.” I thanked her, then took her shaking hand and guided it between my legs. “Touch me Felicity. I’m thrilled to be your first, am I not? The first time you’ve touched a grown woman between the legs?”

Felicity smiled at me and nodded, then shuddered as her fingers slid effortlessly between my waiting lubricated labia. She stroked me for a few moments, a little clumsily at first, then squealed: “You’re so wet! And you’re going to just, go to sleep like this?”

I didn’t answer

Gaining confidence, Felicity explored my folds, whispering: “Yes, you’re right, I’ve not touched another pussy before, not properly. I’m so happy it’s yours and it feels amazing. It feels different to when I play with myself. More exciting. And, erm, bigger? Plumper? Fuller? More, erm, voluptuous.”

“That sounds nice,” I agreed, and instinctively began to gyrate my hips as we settled into something of a rhythm. Felicity may have been a novice but she was a fast learner.

“And how about something to help you sleep?” I suggested.

“Such as what?”

“Undo the halter of my dress, Felicity.”

Her eyes widened and with fumbling fingers she released the tied bow at the back of my neck. As though unwrapping a special gift, with her free hand she slowly peeled away the fabric clinging to my breasts. The cooler air hit them and my nipples grew even more erect, throbbing with each accelerating heartbeat. And that was even before Felicity had looked up at me, asked in a cute little-girl voice: “May I … Auntie Julia?” and without waiting for permission, had urgently clamped her lips around first one then the other. She sucked and I moaned in ecstasy.

I wriggled my hips and, getting the message, Felicity removed her hand from my vulva long enough to help me out of my dress. I stood facing her with my feet apart, naked now except my shoes, and for a while I allowed her to suckle on my nipples and caress my achingly-aroused body. She seemed mesmerised, like she was living a dream, and touched my breasts gently and sensually with her soft fingertips. It felt amazing and she was tuning me on wonderfully. I let her finger me between my lips a little longer, but I knew my limits. I could feel the nagging rise of an impending climax and didn’t want to push it too far tonight; that could wait. I focussed on the powerful sensations deep inside my throbbing gaping pussy. ‘Just a moment longer’, I told myself. Yes, so close. Dare I let her take me further? Yes. My muscles began to clench as I teetered on the brink of orgasm, every fraction of a second more precious than the one before.

At the last moment I grabbed her wrist and pulled her hand away.

Felicity looked surprised and crestfallen. I put my hands on my knees, crouching slightly, feet apart, and breathed deeply, eyes closed. I thought for a moment I’d gone too far but I dug deep into my reserves of self-control and successfully subdued the almost inevitable release I craved, yet denied myself.

“Are you OK?” Felicity asked, sounding worried and confused.

Panting, I replied: “Wonderful, thank you. But that was pretty close.”

“So you didn’t come.”

I shook my head.

“That’s frickin’ awesome. And you expect me to be able to do that?”

“I’ll teach you. But you were amazing.”

“You’ve got me dangling by a thread and you know it. I’m not sure I’m cut out for this. And now after getting me so turned on by all your emotional tightrope-walking, you expect me to go to just bed like this, horny as hell, and not allowed masturbate? Impossible!”

“You must.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s 2 am and Auntie Julia says so, that’s why.”

“I’ll try.”

Reluctantly Felicity picked up her dress and slowly walked to her room, sucking her fingers. She stopped for a moment and looked over her shoulder. “Tell me I’m your slut, Julia. I need to hear that.”

“You’re my beautiful sexy little slut, Flix. You’re mine, and you’re special, and I want you very much. Now go to bed”

I lay on my bed, looking at the ceiling as I tried to ignore the intrusive sensations in my groin whilst planning our Thursday. Eventually I fell asleep, very happy with the way things were working out.

This story is a continuation of my previous book called Balance of Power where a school social worker submits to a teenaged schoolgirl Bully getting in far deeper than she ever intended. While it has been written with the stand-alone reader in mind, your enjoyment of the following will most likely be enhanced if you read Balance of Power first. Also this will make a lot more sense if you’ve read the previous two chapters! All my characters are 18 and older.

CHAPTER 3 — INFILTRATED

David and I are soul mates.

We started, um, ‘going out’ to use an old term, in our senior year and I was his date to our formal that year. We weren’t the hottest looking kids in school, in fact everything about us screamed out average, we were those kids that had found each other at a young age and had been inseparable ever since. My bullies in high school had moved on by the time David and I started dating, and we would just fade into the background, barely even noticeable. The night of our formal in senior year was the most magical of our lives. He took my virginity, and I’m quite certain I took his.

A lot of the time girls will tell you that losing their virginity wasn’t that special, in the back of a car, with a clumsy teenager who didn’t know what he was doing, or so nervous about being in that position, that they were unable to enjoy it. Those girls should try losing it to the boy they love. Our night was that wonderful, sure we were both tentative and experimenting to a point but by now we knew each other’s bodies quite well, we knew what worked and what didn’t and David knew instinctively when to penetrate me. He was such a caring lover, he went slowly with me, no doubt savouring his version of the new sensations that I was also feeling. He kept asking me if I was okay as we kissed while he slowly slid in and around my vagina.

Just as I was about to go crazy with lust he asked me if I was ready and as I groaned in agreement he put his mouth back on mine our tongues intertwined and then he thrust powerfully into me. Virginity shattered. Sure it hurt for a second but my god the pleasure was too much, it had overridden the pain so quickly that by the time he was ready to ejaculate, I was on the verge of orgasm myself. The way he talked to me so gently that night, so lovingly and always encouraging me, telling me that everything was going to be fine and he would never hurt me deliberately has stayed with me forever.

It was no surprise when I missed my next period. Something so perfect, so beautiful, so natural, so unprotected had to produce life. It was never our intention for me to get pregnant so young and it did cause a lot of angst especially around my family but David was so keen and ready to support that when beautiful little Carly did come along, our perfect bundle of joy, we were both ready.

David’s balding now, and a little overweight. He has lost some of his boyhood charm no doubt but then again I know I have lost a lot of my girly charm as well. But at home together none of that matters, we talk so easily and conversation is never difficult with him. I look at David now in the same way I did way back then, but instead of that handsome man I married that adorn our walls in every room, I see his little imperfections, the things that make David the man he has grown into, the way his lip curls when he smiles and that hearty laugh of his. I adore every single little part of it. Sure we have had our disagreements, who hasn’t, but then we talk our way through it, trust me it’s always best to be honest.

And that’s what was making dinner tonight so difficult.

Tahlia had given me a week off from obeying her rules and submitting to her and I knew this was an easy opportunity for me to spend time with David so we agreed to go out for dinner to try and reconnect. The past week had been difficult and left me physically and mentally exhausted. Not only had I been assaulted, raped and betrayed, all of which was recorded for sale through a website on the dark web, Tahlia had arranged for a friend of hers, a stripper, to seduce my Husband, seemingly behind my back but right in front of my very eyes. My blackmail now and submission to Tahlia was bound so tight that I could see no other way than do as I was told and be her good girl.

Up until last week I secretly enjoyed it anyway, didn’t I?

I definitely don’t enjoy the secrets I am being forced to keep from David although we both had them now, and we both knew each other did, it was like an elephant in the room, but we had to tread around them. It was uncomfortable and upsetting. I’d been lying to him for over a month now, since my submission to Tahlia, whereas his lies about his meetings with Tahlia’s stripper friend Shandi have only just surfaced in the past few days. And I think he had a good idea that there was something much more significant going on with me than just trying to deal with a couple of unlawful bullies at work.

The things David and I really needed to talk about though, the lies we were bursa escort both living, weren’t things we could talk about in a restaurant over dinner. So we made small talk about friends and family and for the first time in my life I actually felt uncomfortable with my husband.

Eventually though one of us would have to bring it up, I knew enough background to know that he was the one being seduced, that Tahlia was secretly pulling those strings with her stripper friend and that I couldn’t accuse him of anything, not after all that I had done this past month. And of course in so far as David knew I had actually arranged for his first meeting with her at the strip club.

‘I still can’t believe you arranged for me to get that lap dance the other night hun. You know how much I appreciated the thought and how much I really didn’t think it was appropriate but you were just so insistent, I just think back on it now and it just shows me how much I mean to you and how much you trust me to go somewhere like that as a special treat for me from you, well, it makes me feel all gooey,’ he laughed awkwardly.

Of course what David didn’t know was that I didn’t think it was appropriate either. But Tahlia made a lot of my decisions for me now and I was helpless to stop her texting him from my phone, David thinking it was me the whole time. I actually hated the thought of this friend of Tahlia’s grinding herself all over him, doing things to his body which I could probably never do myself, rubbing her (most likely) big fake tits in his face and grinding her crotch into his lap. I thought of his erection, something that really had only ever been for me until now, that he would be aroused by her, sexually aroused by another woman for the first time, someone younger than me, fitter than me, and undoubtedly given our age difference prettier than me.

Despite my jealousy though, despite my regret, I laughed along,

‘I’m so glad you liked it Dave. It wasn’t my idea initially, Tahlia asked me if I ever did anything special for you at one of our meetings, and I couldn’t think of anything I’d done to make you feel really special lately so she said she had read about it in a magazine and thought it was a great idea. At first, I was the same as you, I didn’t really like the idea of another Woman grinding her sexy body up against yours, but then the more I thought about it, the more I thought about not having given you a really great surprise lately . . . well to be frank I don’t know what come over me!’

Part of us being us as a couple is that we chat honestly about things all the time, our lives, our jobs we share everything. We always had that great connection where we were totally comfortable in each other’s company and that included often talking with David about the girls I was counselling through my work, he obviously knew of Denny from the time she spent at home and I had also told him about Tahlia (not about my submission to her though!) so for me to admit it was her idea wouldn’t have been too surprising for him.

There was more nervous laughter from us both. The whole setting just seemed really awkward to me.

‘But you know the best thing Dave? The most I got out of it? How I knew it was the right thing to do? It was your reaction afterwards when I saw you the next day. You were so happy with me. I could tell you loved it and I couldn’t wait to get you back in our own bedroom that night just as a reminder that while she might be a good dancer or whatever, I am still your lover. Soul mates for life right?’

David raised his glass and we clinked together,

‘Yes hun definitely. Soul mates for life.’

While we were on the subject I had to bring it up with him though, their second meeting just the other night, Tahlia had forced me to allow it when Shandy invited David over to check out her new apartment. In my mind that was definitely a euphemism for something else.

‘So how about your second visit with her then David, that wasn’t my idea though was it?’

His eyes narrowed briefly. It probably didn’t come out as I expected, more accusingly than I intended, but I was angry and hurt about the second meeting, that he could even bring it up with me. It’s one thing coming from Tahlia where I am forced to agree but to come from him, well that did feel like cheating to me. Then again I had to keep checking myself, I had cheated on him many times in the past month first with Denny, and then forced on other occasions by Tahlia.

‘You know that was totally innocent Robin. I told you at the time she needed some help with some fittings around her apartment. She said she knew of you through her friendship with Tahlia.’

He looked me dead in the eye as he continued,

‘Shandi said she hadn’t met you yet but had heard a lot about you and that I should tell you that Tahlia said she didn’t think you would mind if I went around there.’

It was like he was testing me. It didn’t escape me that’s exactly what Denny told Carly to say to me last week bursa ucuz escort if she ever wanted to challenge me. David looked at me and held my stare I guess to gauge my reaction to that little titbit of information the stripper had given him about my submission to Tahlia. I had to fight back the tears as I looked down at my plate and picked at some long finished and gone cold scraps that had yet to be cleared away by the waiters.

This week off had been a godsend for me. I really badly needed it. Little did I realise just how emotionally drained I had become being forced to serve Tahlia the way I have. How badly being raped by Dani affected me. And just that little line from David, maybe delivered innocently, perhaps sinister, was enough to trigger my emotions from everything that happened last week. He eventually caught my eye and I think was immediately ridden with guilt when he realised he had upset me,

‘Look Robin. Please don’t be upset. Why would you not trust me now? I only met Shandi in the first place at your invitation. Why would I throw everything away that we have together for a slimy little sling with a stripper? It was never my intention to go any further than that first night that you arranged. It was Shandi that asked me about her fittings and by the looks of it now I should have obviously said no but I thought we trusted each other? Soul mates, yeah?’

I faked a smile and nodded without replying.

‘I know something has happened with you Robin. These girls have got the better of you somehow, I can sense that. Until now you had never taken a week off work in your life. You love that job and the interactions you have. Even the difficult times you’d come home and tell me and we would talk about it. But with this current lot, and I think it probably has something to do with Tahlia and Denny, something is totally different. This past couple of weeks I’ve never seen you so upset. You’ve barely talked to me at all about them or whatever happened to upset you like this. I’m just worried about you Robin. I love you, don’t ever forget that, and with that love comes a hurt that I only ever feel when I get the sense you are hiding things from me. Let me pick up the bill hun and we’ll go home so you can let it all out, okay?’

I loved this man so much!

Tears fell silently as I faked another smile at him and nodded. Perhaps he did care after all. I so badly wanted to tell him everything, sure that he would try to help and protect me. Like he always had. But then again I had never got myself into trouble like this before. Not with schoolgirls. Not with the people I am entrusted to help. What if he couldn’t protect me though, I still had the contract I signed. Movies to be made. My heart sank as I realised even more clearly now than I had all week, only Tahlia could protect me, David was useless.

As soon as we got home David hugged me tightly. We had chatted some more in the car but once again, it was just like in the restaurant, we danced around the important stuff. I hugged him back just as tightly, I really needed to feel his warmth and strength right there. I whispered in his ear,

‘Remember our first night together Dave? It was the best my night of my life and still is. I loved you so much back then and I still love you just as much now, I am really grateful to have you in my life baby and are sorry I arranged that night at the strippers. I let Tahlia make me think it would be a good idea which was silly really, she is just a girl what would she know about marriage? It put you in such a tough spot, letting another Woman grind against you and make you feel the way only I had ever made you feel in the past.’

I grabbed his cheeks in my hands and forced him to look in my eyes while we hugged,

‘Please never leave me David. I love you so much!’

And then I broke down. Pulling away from our cuddle I apologised for being so upset and rushed to our bedroom.

Denny was staying at our house again. As is often the case now she was in with Carly, in her bedroom, with the door firmly closed. I had strict instruction from Tahlia that whenever Denny was here and they had shut the door that I was under no circumstances to interrupt them. Of course I was desperate to know what was going on in there, a shameful little piece of me probably even wished I could be a part of it, that’s how corrupted I had become since my submission to Tahlia.

I also had significant concerns for the way my relationship with Carly had started to decline since I introduced her to Denny. Carly and I have always had a close relationship, all my family has, especially with her being an only child. It goes without saying that she means the world to me and I am proud to say that I consider her my best friend these days as well as my daughter. She is at an age now where we can chat about things, almost like sisters having successfully treaded that teenage period where I needed to transition from being an authority figure to her bursa elit escort confidante.

But this past week things had changed. Suddenly I was being challenged by her, nothing too noticeable at first but she was being quite assertive in the way she spoke to me. It started off with little things like asking me to get her a drink of water when we were sitting together watching a movie. And quickly escalated to challenging me to do other things for her. Just basic stuff, like can you get that or do this for me, but it was noticeable. It wasn’t usually a request either, with a please or a thank you, more like an order, that she simply expected I would get her anything she wanted.

So I was actually surprised a few moments later when it wasn’t David that arrived at my door to try and comfort me but instead Denny. I know it shouldn’t and yes I am ashamed to admit it but my heart beat a little faster when I looked up and saw it was her, I was still in love despite our forced separation and my acknowledgement that she is just a schoolgirl, the same age as my daughter.

She walked over and knelt down beside the bed so that we could be at eye level before taking my hand with a comforting squeeze.

‘Rough night, huh?’

I nodded.

‘It’s your week off Robbie, you don’t have to tell me anything. I’m only here as a friend of Carly’s but when I heard you crying I thought I should check at least to see what’s upsetting you.’

I knew David was likely to walk in at any moment. He cared for me more than Denny and I couldn’t imagine what his reaction would be to this scene,

‘We can’t talk here Den. I’ll try to be okay I promise, I’m just really frightened that I’m in this position now where the only person I know who can protect me from making more films is Tahlia. I’m basically at her mercy, yet now she is trying to take from me the only person I have ever loved in my entire life.’

Denny let go of my hand and brushed the hair back from my face,

‘Once you’re back on Saturday Robbie we are going to have to work on your attitude. It’s the same lesson I tried to teach you last week, you have to trust us, trust that the pleasure and good times we bring you are totally worth the sacrifices you have to make along the way.’

She patted me on the cheek as she stood up, it actually felt really condescending,

‘I have to go back to Carly now. Trust us Robbie, if Tahlia didn’t like you things would be so much different. But she does like you, you have to believe that, and we will look after you.’

She smiled gently at me and placed a quick kiss on my cheek before she skipped out of my room back to whatever it was her and Carly were up to now. When I looked into her eyes I could only smile. And despite the darkness in my room with the light off, her cute little dimples flooded her face as she smiled back. I sighed, rolled over onto my back and stared up at my ceiling.

I knew it was true what Tahlia had told me about Denny when I begged her to allow me to call her last week. Denny was in on it all, from the videoing of that very first day and my assault on Dani, to the film contract, to my rape, Denny knew everything Tahlia had planned for me. And now in that period that Tahlia had forced us to be apart she was actually taking an active involvement in separating me from my daughter. Encouraging her to spend time with Brad while also trying to seduce her in my very own home.

I should be as intimidated by her as I am Tahlia, she was just as integral to my downfall as both Flea and Tay. I really had to find a way to protect Carly from her as well but I knew that my daughter was likely just as naïve as her Mother and was being bound by the same spell that came across me when Denny first took over as my Mistress.

I feared for what they were doing with Carly. Was Denny seducing her in an attempt to try and turn her away from me? Or was she actively pushing her toward Brad as per Tay’s instruction knowing how badly I don’t wish them to be together? Or were they both integrating her into their group to be humiliated somehow once she found out the truth about me and Tahlia and Denny? One thing was sure, Tahlia had said she would invade every aspect of my life from the very first day and now Denny had infiltrated our family structure I was going to find it increasingly difficult to do anything about it.

David did arrive a few minutes after and just laid beside me staring into the dark. We were both fully clothed as I felt him reach over and lace his fingers between mine, he held me tightly. Sometimes as couples, when you’ve been together as long as we have, nothing needs to be said. It was nice for him to comfort me so silently. At least this way neither of us would be lying to one another . . .

Even though Tahlia had given me this week off from serving her and her friends personally, I could sense there was still a lot going on behind the scenes. Despite the dinner David and I had together, despite his reassurance, Shandi was working away in the background, sexting him, teasing him, seducing him. I stopped short of going through his phone but when you know someone like I know David I can tell when we’re sitting together at home lounging around watching a movie how his body language reacts when he receives a text from her.

The night after Gyllen’s experience in coping with his premier crapulence, he had decided to slip on his skirt to meet with Min. Wasting no time, the prince and the goblin were already doing the nasty in Min’s apartment as their first vice for the evening. The blonde had his skirt pulled up over his waist with his panties pulled down slightly, just finishing up his act of ramming Min’s tight, green vagina from behind as her shorts dangled loosely off one of her ankles, holding her firmly on her wide hips, pushing his pelvis into her while pulling her light, diminutive body against it, on top of Min herself pressing her fat buttocks into Gyllen’s lap, sounding a low grunt as he creamed her cunny. Min also sighed out in satisfaction, feeling her insides being splattered with steamy splooge before Gyllen withdrew his subsiding stiffie from the goblin followed by his cum visibly trickling out of her slit briefly before she snapped her bottoms back up over her hips, snugly keeping the prince’s seed contained in the cloth.

“Cheers for the surprise visit, Gyl! I really needed that.” Min stretched her arms for a fire striker and a halfling pipe from one of her many boxes, pre-filled with crushed dried leaves, before comfortably leaning herself up against the cross-dressing prince just as he was re-covering his privates by pulling up his underwear and re-arranging his short dress.

“Truth is, Min, I actually wanted to talk with you about something.” Gyllen confessed just as the goblin put the stem of the pipe in her mouth.

“Hm…figured ya wouldn’t shag me without a reason.” Min mumbled while sparking her herbs alight, sucking before holding the bowl in her free hand to remove it briefly from her lips to blow out a smokey ring. “So what’s up? Didja voice finally break? Growin’ hair in weird places?”

“Min, you had your nose buried in my pubic hairs not ten minutes ago…” The prince pointed out. “Anyway, I’ve been thinking about how I’ve spent my entire life up to this point never leaving Platina…” He started to explain but was then interrupted.

“Wait, wait, wait, lemme guess.” Min cleared her throat before starting her poor, melodramatic imitation of the blonde. “And you want to escape from the confines of the palace walls to see the world and discover your one true love!” Gyllen’s eyebrow twitched at the mocking of his character.

“Well…basically yes…” He mumbled.

“Yer such a fairy tale princess, ya know that?” Min took another puff. “Ya got any idea on how yer even gonna travel?”

“I hadn’t thought about that actually…” Gyllen muttered, looking down at his lap out of embarrassment once his major oversight had been pointed out.

“Yer hopeless!” Min berated the blonde. “Tell ya what…I can help ya with that, if ya really want.”

“Truly?” Gyllen immediately perked back up upon the mention of this possibility.

“Yeah, I know some people who owe me a few favours. I can set something up for ya…on the condition that ya take me with ya!”

“What!?”

“Hey, I wanna go on holiday too! Yer not leavin’ me by me lonesome in freeze-yer-tits-off Platina! ‘Sides, we both know ya wouldn’t last five minutes out there alone in the big, bad world. Ya need someone who’s been around the scene a few times to come with ya.”

“A reasonable argument…very well, you have yourself a deal, Min!”

“Ace! Lemme where ye pla on going and gimme a month and I’ll have everything sorted out!”

“Perfect! That gives me time to prepare…and to convince Mother to let me go…”

Once Gyllen had returned home later that night, earlier than what was usual when he went off gallivanting in Monster Disctrict, and changed back into his regular royal robes, making doubly sure that he had properly wiped off every speck of make-up from his face before confronting his mother in the throne room, after plucking up enough gall to tell her of his planned adventure. It was getting to the hour that the queen was just about to retire for the evening, having spent the full day seeing village elders requesting loans for new farming equipment, dealing with political advisers and signing the odd execution warrant. As was common, several guards posted along each side of the room and around the two chairs while other servants passed in and out of the doors of the room at varying intervals to get their desired destinations more quickly. The throne to her right was empty.

“Gyllen! Is there something that you want?” Helio said once she noticed her son approaching her.

“Mother.” Gyllen took a short bow before Her Majesty. “Could I have a word with you, please?”

“Sí, of course.” She responded, finding it quite unusual that Gyllen of all people had something to discuss with her. “Do you want to go somewhere a poco more private?” She asked, rising from her seat, assuming the answer to her rhetorical question would have been a ‘yes.’

“Actually, here will be sufficient enough.” He quickly said back before she went anywhere. “The news will reach bursa sınırsız escort the public’s ears sooner or later anyway.”

“Oh? Very well then.” Helio sat herself back down.

“To put it bluntly, Mother…” Gyllen took a breath of air before proceeding further. “I wish to go on a trip…out of the kingdom and unattended by any bodyguards.” The staff present seemed to stop whatever it was they were doing and began to mutter and murmur amongst themselves at what the prince had just said.

“Out of the question!” The queen sharply replied, tightening her hands on the arms of the wooden, cushioned throne, much to Gyllen’s expectations. The chatter was silenced. “I mean…you are joking, sí..?” She let out an uncomfortable chuckle. “You are far too young to even consi-” She was swiftly cut short by Gyllen.

“Mother, I am greatly respectful and deeply thankful for your efforts and considerations for seeing that I am protected from harm and generally for being a loving parent and always being there for me to this day despite the heavy burden of the country’s affairs that weigh heavily upon you atop of that…yet that’s precisely my point!” Everybody present in the court, especially Helio, was stunned speechless at how the prince who had, until just now, seemed to be too sheepish to even openly complain a peep if he had contracted food poisoning from an undercooked meal was now verbally, articulately and publicly disputing with his own mother: the Queen of the island. “The fact is that, plainly, I am no longer a child and yet you constantly treat me as such and I fear you will continue to act this way indefinitely unless I clearly state it to you otherwise! How do you expect me to develop into an independent man of my own if you are constantly holding me back by your excess rules and restrictions? I want to see the world, Mother…no! I HAVE to see the world! I have to leave this luxuriously dull life and experience first-hand just what it is I’m missing out there, even if it is just for a little while. I understand the dangers and risks and I realise I may be too weak and naive to do this as I am now…but quite frankly, I really don’t care about what could happen to me! Given that the alternative would be me slowly withering away within the confines of a castle, any other fate sounds more than welcome to me at this moment. Do not think I’m stupid enough not to notice the way you don’t cosset my sisters the same way you do to me either, even when they were my age. I don’t know what I have done to receive your special pampering nor do I desire for you to continue doing such.” The prince’s blue eyes shone as he looked up to Queen Helio. “Please, Mother…I don’t ask for much…let me grow-up…” There was a moment of absolute quiet in the throne room after Gyllen’s lengthy, mushy monologue to the point were you could hear a pin drop two chambers away.

“Gyllen…I do not know what has brought about this sudden change in you…” Helio spoke up. “But if this is how you honestly feel…I shall think about your request…”

“Thank you, Mother.” The prince bowed once more and vacated the vicinity without another sound, waiting until he was out of earshot to sigh with relief. While it may have only been a vague answer, it was certainly a step-up from an automatic refusal. Gyllen was certainly pleased, and more than amazed, that he had finally gotten through to Helio even if it was just a tiny amount.

Surprisingly, the queen actually did have an answer for her son as soon as tomorrow morning, summoning him back to the throne room for a second time.

“Gyllen., mi hijo…after much consideration and weighing your words carefully…I have decided to give you my approval in leaving the country without the need for an escort.” She said in a melancholy mood.

“You have my eternal gratitude, Mother!” Gyllen lowered his head many times over.

“But promise me uno thing.” Helio requested as he was in mid-flection.

“Which is?” Gyllen slowly raised his head back up.

“That you will regularly write to me to let me know that you are keeping well!”

“Of course, Mother…” Gyllen reluctantly obliged, wanting to keep her in a good mood as so she did not change her mind.

“Then it is settled! I shall commission for the finest ship the Platinan navy has available to transport you as soon as you are prepared to leave.”

“Actually, Mother…that is already currently being arranged for.”

“Oh, is that so?” The queen arched an eyebrow. “You certainly are adamant about this excursion if you’re this prepared already.”

“…yes! That’s it!” Gyllen stretched the truth a tad, wanting to avoid having to explain how he befriended a goblin who lived all the way out in the Monster District and was even keen enough to handle the transit issue as a way of thanks for more-than-a-few dirty deeds he had done for her.

Well, that was one person he had bluntly broken his plans to. Now to confront another that would probably not be too bursa üniversiteli escort keen on the idea either. The prince knew his routine fairly well by this point. Walking down the right passage at the right time, Gyllen was able to run into his unofficial lower class boyfriend coming down the other end, holding a pike in his right hand. Before the blonde could even get a peep in, Robert started to speak in a flurry:

“Lord Gyllen, sir! I’ve been looking all over for you! I heard the men saying that you’re leaving the kingdom!”

“Word travels fast…” Gyllen muttered.

“What!? You mean it’s true!?” Robert took it as a reply. “What…what about us…?” He looked straight into the prince with a crushed look on his face.

“Robert…” Gyllen sighed out, reaching to the guard’s empty left hand, clasping it softly in both of his own. “I love you, you know that. I won’t be away forever. Just…until I think I’ve satiated my curiosity enough.”

“But how long will that be, Gyllen…?” The big, lovable lug whimpered.

“Robert, please. I’m not asking you to wait for me to come back. Perhaps you’ll find someone else better in that time and you would rather be with them…”

“You’re the only one for me, Gyl…I’m not sure I can even love anyone else after being with you…”

“Oh, come now. You’re just being silly. I may be royalty but I’m far from the most exciting person to be around. I’m sure your one true love is still waiting for you out there somewhere.” The prince squeezed on Robert’s hand. “Tell you what, if I come back and you still haven’t found true love, I’ll take you away with me the next time. Maybe I can even find a nice, quiet island off the coast of the Dark Continent just for the two of us to stay on for a spell.”

“That sounds lovely…” Robert cracked a small smile at the prospect before his eyes widened in a surprise when he saw the prince’s face approaching his own and had his soft pink lips pressed up against his own for a short yet heartfelt peck.

“I think you’re due for a shave, Robert. Your stubble scratches me.”

“Ah! So sorry, m’lord. I’ll make sure I’m clean-shaved the day you come back!” The two chuckled quietly before Gyllen started to make his way to his bedchamber, looking over his shoulder and gesturing the soldier to follow.

“Come, you can help me sort out my luggage. Perhaps even a parting fling, if we have time~” Gyllen narrowed his eyes while the corners of his mouth raised. Robert’s fuzzy cheeks flushed.

Once Min had given Gyllen a definite date for their departure, it was all just a matter of waiting for that fateful day to arrive. Exactly thirty days after the goblin made her promise, the prince galloped out on his horse to meet with her. Malmhule’s harbour was located a fair distance from the city centre, practically it’s own separate village along the nearby shore. The queen had actually allowed Gyllen to disembark without an escort slightly earlier than his scheduled departure in order to get acquainted with the crew, although she still wished for him to remain long enough to see him off. Gyllen could tell he was getting closer to the coastline due to the ever progressive smell of brine and fish combined with the increasingly stinging ocean winds bypassing his cloak. As the port came closer into his sight, he was awestruck at the sight of a triple-masted Hispanic-style galleon towering over the domestically made knerrir, keeping his eyes fixated on the vessel for the remainder of his ride.

Once Gyllen had reached the wharf, he dismounted from the mare and hitched her to a nearby rail for her to be collected back to the palace later, unfastening a leather case of essentials from her saddle before turning back one last time to his loyal steed.

“Goodbye, Snowcloud…” He lamented, stroking her muzzle for what may be the last time in a very long while. “Be a good girl while I’m away.” She seemed to snort in response. The prince walked further into the eerily quiet fishing hamlet, hood-up as not to be recognised as he began to search for his emerald acquaintance but not before taking the time out to marvel at the tall ship a little while longer. He read the name of the ship stencilled along its side in cursive script: ‘The Killer Kraken.’

“Quite a morbid name for such an exquisite craft…” Gyllen thought to himself, watching the mariners scampering around the boat. There was something a bit abnormal for the way they dressed. Their clothes were extremely ragged and shabby, not something any dignified sailor or merchant would wear. That was when the second flag was raised, quite literally too, when Gyllen looked up to the top of the tallest mast to see a black banner fluttering from the post depicting the ghastly image of a skull and crossbones. He could see why many of the regular residents were not out and about. Even if they did not seem to have any malevolent intentions, the prince was considering diving into a nearby bursa anal yapan escort pub until they went away but that idea was put on hold when his hearing picked up a rough voice he was all too accustomed to.

“Oi! Prince Pussy!” Min loudly squawked, stealing away Gyllen’s attention for the moment, catching him viewing the vessel. “Admirin’ our ride, eh? Ain’t she a beaut?”

“Wait, THIS is the one we’re taking!?” Gyllen questioned in unbelief.

“Yeah. ‘sere a problem with that?” The goblin picked her nose with her pinky finger without a care.

“Min, these are pirates!”

“I know! I used to run with these guys when I was younger.”

“Is that so? But Aren’t they ruthless cut-throat scourges of the seven seas?” Gyllen asked, concerned for both their healths.

“Relax, we go waaay back. They’re cool.” Min held her open palm up in greeting to a particularly scrawny crewmate. “Alright, Jock?”

“Jack.” The pirate quickly corrected her on his name. Gyllen rolled his eyes.

“You know them well, do you…?” He snided.

“Hey, it’s been a while, alright? ‘sides, there are some new faces around anyway.” Min pointed out towards a pretty black-haired girl, around Gyllen’s age with a similar height and build, rolling a barrel along the pier and into the boat. She was wearing a red bandanna along with a tatty brownish dress with simple sandals on her feet. That sort of attire was not protecting her from Platina’s current temperature as her non-stop shaking indicated with her green eyes watering up. Her thinness was not going to help with insulation either. “I know for sure she wasn’ around when I joined. I was the only lady on the ship, y’know. Well, ‘sides from the captain, o’ course.”

“The captain? What’s she like?” Gyllen queried.

Before he got an answer, an even rougher voice called out to the pair from behind:

“Min! Ye wee green scallywag! Ye drag me an’ the crew all the way oot tae this backwater island tae babysit some spoiled landlubber brat?” Gyllen and the goblin were drawn to the source of the sound coming from the direction of their backs to be greeted by the colossal figure of a middle-aged female sauntering closer towards the pair, holding a bottle of rum in one hand. She towered over the twosome, in partial thanks to a her high-heeled, black, buckled boots that covered the length of her calves adding a few extra inches to her lofty height. Gyllen had to tilt his neck in order to make eye contact with her. Her alluring face was round and tanned, framed by a mess of brown curls and topped off with a ratty black tricorne. She was wearing a tattered red naval frock with yellow trimming, keeping it open despite the cold air, seeing how most of its golden buttons had fallen off over time. It also gave her the excuse to flaunt her squeezed, immodest cleavage from the extended neckline of a constricting, dirtied cream shirt. Gyllen was having a hard time resisting to keep his peepers glued onto those instead. Her leather belt tied around her wide waist was lined with four matchlock pistols and held a holster on her right hip to sheath her cutlass. Her long but thick legs, thighs and arse were kept firm into a taut pair of white jodhpurs decaled with vertical black stripes.

“Cap!” Min exclaimed at the sight of the tall woman. “It’s been ages! How ya been?”

“Fine ’till I got yer letter.” She snorted, turning to the prince. Gyllen jolted, as though her brown eyes pierced into his psyche. “So, this is the poofter ye were talkin’ aboot? Gods, he’s an even bigger priss than I thought!”

“Charmed, I’m sure…” Gyllen not-so-subtly chastised her. “To whom do I owe the pleasure?”

“Jus’ a spot o’ banter, lad!” The curvy lady guffawed. “Anyway, me name’s Mary Bonny, captain o’ the Killer Kraken!” She dramatically declared to the blonde, hands on hips and chest puffed out. There was a pause of utter noiselessness save for the blowing of the wind.

“…sorry, was I supposed to recognise that name?” Gyllen eventually and innocently said. Captain Bonny’s only response was a hearty chortle, draping her arm around the blonde’s and pulling him into for a friendly, firm lock.

“I like ye already, laddie! Ye got spunk!” The older woman proclaimed.

“Oh, he’s got plenty of that alright~” Min chimed in.

“No, I really mean it…” The prince reaffirmed his point though it was lost on Mary for being muffled into her bosom as he attempted to break from her clutch. The pirate’s hold was loosened and her laughing ceased when she caught sight and sound of cavalry coming in the direction of the docks. It was not just any half-baked unit out on patrol either, these were elite veterans heading deliberately in their direction.

“Soldiers, huh? What d’ they want? We havenae done anythin’ wrong yet!” The captain said just as the blonde slipped his head out from her arm.

“There’s a carriage amongst the horses.” Gyllen indicated as he fixed his appearance by hand from being jostled about. “That will be my mother coming to see me off…”

Two lines of guardsmen formed on either side of the door of the coach before it was opened by a manservant. The queen gracefully exited the cart, elegantly walking up towards Gyllen and Bonny standing side-by-side afore the ship. She cleared her throat and addressed her favourite child first and foremost.

Summer term was coming to an end and he was just about done grading his lot of student exams. He left the cramped confines of his office to enjoy the more spacious rows of the university library. It was usually filled with students, but practically everyone had left for their summer break, so it was an excellent opportunity to enjoy the big open space of the cavernous domed building. It was in fact one of the oldest buildings on campus, from the mid-19th century, and he loved the lavish interior, it made reading much more enjoyable.

He was making his way through a satirical parody of Nietzsche’s Antichrist, as he heard a faint, but ominously familiar clacking sound in the distance. A shiver went through his spine and goose bumps rippled through the back of his neck. It was almost as if his subconscious was more intimately aware of what was coming than he was in that moment. His mind was glued to this excellent book, and he was willingly engrossed in it, in this excellent dialogue of someone mocking philosophical debate in the basest of manners. It reminded him of someone, of some conversation he had had with someone a while ago. Someone he was sure had just paraded about philosophical arguments to get what they wanted. As the clacking sound grew louder a crashing realization came upon him. It cannot be… her?

He was seated at the far end of a long reading table set spaciously between several tall shelves of books. There was no one else in this part of the library, the librarian was off in some other section. It was pleasantly quiet, aside from that clacking sound, which had to be the clack of heels. Why did the clack of heels have to remind him of that evening? It could be any clack of heels, it could be anyone else, it did not have to be her. It would have been too much of a coincidence at any rate. The book he was reading would not coincidentally combine the same kind of philosophical mockery with aggressive sexuality as she did… at the same time as she showed up. A divine Oedipusian comedy not even Murakami could devise would be more ridiculous than that.

Just about as he thought about these unlikely scenarios Miss Reed walked out from behind one of the book shelves in front of him. He started, looking in amazement at the beautiful creature that Miss Reed really was. She had her blonde hair in loose wavy locks around her shoulders, wore a tight white turtleneck and a checkered pleated skirt in red and black. It was a delightful specter of complimentary and yet contrasting colors.

A vicious piercing blue-eyed stare made his heart pound. She smiled and sat down at the table from across him.

“You have been avoiding me, professor.” She said calmly, smiling at him.

“I was not aware we had social obligations towards each other, Miss Reed?” he responded calmly. It made her giggle a bit.

“So what are you doing all alone in this huge library, must be lonely, only these dreary old philosophers to keep you company. Would you not rather exploit a young female student or two in between publications?” She teased with a grin. He smiled and shook his head slightly.

“Still the bold seductress are we? Did you come here to make me uncomfortable again Miss Reed?” He asked defensively. This public was too risky, even for her, he thought.

“You know me too well professor! But we don’t have to do this game if you don’t want to, we can also skip a head to the good stuff.” She said smiling lecherously, as she bit her lip. He paused and looked away, being taken aback.

“Oh dear, have I made you uncomfortable professor? Surely you must let me make it up to you in some way? I’ve been longing to feel your dick in my mouth again.” She continued.

“Miss Reed, we are in a public place, anyone could show up here. Are you willing to jeopardize both our positions at the university for some dick?” He asked blatantly, chastising her.

“That’s it, give me the morality speech again, tell me all about right and wrong while I suck your dick.” She said, stood up and marched over to where he was siting. He was quite taken aback, but inconvenienced as she grabbed him by the tie and pulled him after her. He went along not wanting to make a scene or ruin his tie.

“What are you doing?” He hissed, startled. She pulled him along in between the book shelves and found a secluded corner where the roof was lower and the rows blocked the view in several directions.

“I’m just a lusty lass trying to get me some action professor, won’t you just go along from the get go this time? I remember how well you enjoyed this the last time.” She whispered to him as she pushed him up against one of the wood-paneled walls. He was about to protest again, but she predicted it, and put a finger vertically over his lips, silencing him.

“Just lean back, enjoy, oh and keep a look out will you? It is really hard to look around when I am staring at your crotch.” She smiled and went down on her knees, unfastening his belt, and dropping his pants. A half-way erect penis was protruding from his underwear, she gently disentangled it and removed gorukle escort his underwear. Slowly, with gentle kisses, licks and sucks she started stimulating him orally.

“You have gone mad Miss Reed.” He whispered, stifling a moan as her stimulation was convincing him to let her proceed. She let the whole shaft slip far in and out, making it glisten and throb with her saliva. She briefly paused and looked up at him with those dazzling blue eyes, the vigorously stroked him with her hand. He felt an uncontrollable contraction go through him and could not stifle a loud moan as her quick hand movement made the pleasure surge through him. She giggled, of course having done that to get a reaction out of him.

“Sshh professor, we don’t want anyone to hear us do we? Or should we say your salacious moans in these quiet halls?” She whispered grinning at him, before she went back to work. Moving her head up and down, she kept making his hard penis throb and left her red lipstick on it, mixing in with her saliva. She increased her pace, moving her hand along where her mouth could not reach, fully embracing the surface of his penis. All the way up and down the shaft she moved, sliding her tongue along the back and pushing it down her throat, it met resistance, but the tip was embraced in the tightest of grips.

“Fuck, this is too intense, slow down or I am going to burst!” He whispered concerned, but she ignored it, not letting her be deterred for a second. He felt an onrushing orgasm surging through his crotch as the oral stimulation became overwhelming. A hot sensation rushed through his dick as he shot a juicy load of sperm into her mouth. He struggled to stifle a deep groan as spasms and contractions went through him. She slowed down and collected it all in her mouth before swallowing it. Content, she let him go and smiled at him, getting up as she cleaned her face of dripping saliva.

“It is important to embrace certain quick and easy joys her in life professor, all this reading may make you forget to live a little.” She said grinning at him and his exposed sexual vulnerability, being half naked. They heard some faint footsteps in the distance, and looked around concerned. It knocked him out of his daze and he quickly pulled up his underwear and pants. When he looked up again Miss Reed was gone.

He returned to his to table and book, only to find a tiny note put in between the pages he had left open. Meet me at the meadow by the hiking trail, tomorrow at noon.

He thought long and hard about this, and despite all his instincts screaming through his mind, he could not help feeling irresistibly attracted to this young woman. Doing it once a person can explain as a mistake or unlikely occurrence, but if he started an affair with her people would start to notice. Despite that, he did go to the meadow the next morning.

***

“There is something about that whole part of you, of a crucial part of your nudity.” She said to him, while steadily stroking his considerably erect penis. “It is as if I find it more arousing and moisturizing exactly because it is your reproductive organ.” She went on in a leisurely and calm voice. She seemed thoughtful, and yet somehow was clearly turned on and blushing with sexual tension. She stood next to him, to his delicious naked body. He had strong, wide shoulders and a very lean muscular torso, with alluring, salty chest hair. More than anything, his well-proportioned pelvic area was very aesthetically pleasing. She enjoyed inspecting his nakedness like this.

She wore a very intensely saturated yellow dress, with quite the tasteful flowery patterns. It was not very long, so it quite aesthetically showed off her tanned summer legs, with just the lower part of her beautiful thighs really visible. It seemed so inviting to his playful libido, as if it made his hand eager to slip a few fingers up under it, and trace them up her thighs, enjoying the feel of her soft erogenous dermal surface.

The dress also had a very wide neckline, and the bikini she wore underneath really made her tanned boobs protrude in a beautifully curvy manner, the crevice of the cleavage itself showing a slightly darker color of skin in its curving detail. She flaunted this glorious view in sunny summer weather, it was almost like a powerful pull to the lecherous stare of the greedy, a powerfully visible portrayal of aesthetic sexuality. Some people just have a widely accepted beauty that will reach an unprecedented level of near objective consensus among their peers. Danielle Reed was one of these people.

“I have often thought about the moralities of such actions professor, it excites me in its own way, to think of whether or not it is ethically wrong to spill your sperm on grass such as this… I mean it is your seed, something purposefully designed to let you procreate, to let you make offspring, and pass on your manly lineage. Yet here I am, casually stimulating it with my bare hand, likely to force upon you an ejaculation that will spill your seed on the grass, wasting it, so to speak.”

She altıparmak eskort bayan alternated between glancing down at his erect penis and staring into his eyes, intensely piercing his soul with those brilliant blue eyes of hers. He could not help but moan regularly. The situation was very deeply arousing. His philosophy student was stroking his penis, while he was standing naked in broad daylight. They had found a quiet clearing in the forest, far enough away from the trail to not be easily spotted, yet close enough to the tree line, in case they needed to hide. Despite that, he felt very exposed, knowing anyone could catch them at any time. The feeling of doing something sexual in public always aroused him so much more, but the added effect of her stroking his penis doubtlessly amplified the feeling tenfold. She knew intelligent, devious women turned him on, so she kept talking about the ethical ramifications of what they were doing, the more banal the better.

“But the pelvic area has always been such an enticing place on the body to me professor, it is this intimate part that is most frequently covered up. It is where our sensitive genitals are hidden, as if stowed away, because they are just to be brought forth when we are allowed to do sex stuff.” She went on, pondering the effect of his genitalia on her libido.

“We do these repetitive things to each other with them, our blood-filled genitals all aroused and throbbing to be stimulated. We yearn to push our pelvises against each other, to feel the oversensitive erogenous surfaces pulsate. You want to push this dick of yours into me, you want to feel it slide into my moist and tight funnel of pleasure, don’t you professor?” She asked while staring at him, very aroused, her facial expression was in fact so clearly consenting that it was becoming very hard to resist.

“I want to fuck you so bad right now.” He said calmly, staring back at her, while biting his lower lip and moaning from the feelings of pulsating penile jerks.

“You want to fuck your student out in the forest professor? Is this not unethical? It makes me wonder if your penis has taken charge of your senses. Is it telling you that you need to ejaculate inside of me? Does it want to be pushed into my funnel to ensure functional depositing of your precious seed?” She asked inquisitively as she kept stroking him steadily.

“Yes, I really want to push it inside you, I want to feel that heavenly vagina of yours around my dick.” He responded hopefully, while breathing heavily.

“Do you choose to recognize this lecherous desire for what it really is? Honestly professor, you are nothing but a base primal animal giving in to your instincts.”

“I find it very arousing how you vivisect me and my sexuality, shaming me for it. You are reducing me to an animal Miss Reed.” He reflected.

“You are just a horny dog wanting to mount his bitch.” She said giggling. He pushed her away and took charge. It was as if she had successfully triggered him, pushed him past a point of control. He pushed her back towards the big oak that dominated the tree line, pinned her to it by holding up both her wrists above her head. She gasped and wriggled in sudden reaction, giving him a stare full of vulnerability. Her feet were barely retaining a steady foothold, making her suddenly feel powerless.

“You think you are in charge here Miss Reed? Have you forgotten the fundamental power imbalance of our sexes? I can take you by force in any way I want, simply because I am stronger than you.” He said sternly, with a harsh, convincingly angry stare. It was so sudden and violent, she quivered and cowed, looking away from his intense stare, his face being but a few inches from hers. He shifted his hands so that he could hold both her wrists against the oak with just one of his big strong hands.

“And what about your own genitalia Miss Reed, do you use it exclusively for reproductive purposes?” He asked sternly, as he shifted gradually towards her and ran his hand up her inner thigh. Her skin was soft and warm, he briefly paused in his aggressiveness and enjoyed the texture of it. He kept staring deeply into her beautiful blue eyes. She now dared to stare back as she bit her lip, growing ever more aroused by this domineering treatment.

He then suddenly and violently forced his whole hand between her legs and grabbed her by crotch, his fingers digging into it deeply, feeling skin, and wet vaginal lips embracing them warmly. She was so wet and aroused that there was practically no resistance to such a forceful move, and two of his fingers slid deep inside her. She yelped and gasped in surprise, struggling as the intensity of the sudden penetration sent an involuntary contraction through her.

“No underwear Miss Reed? Such a bold risk to take, as it would seem my fingers have slipped quite unopposed into your drenched cunt!” He yelled the last few words directly into her face. She quivered, moaned and looked away, genuinely intimidated. How did he dare be so loud nilüfer eskort bayan in public? Anyone walking the nearby trail would have heard that, but it did not seem to strike his mind at all.

His aggressive, angry confidence was both scaring her and making her very horny. The ambivalence of the situation was not helped by the fact that he kept moving his fingers, groping and properly exploring her insides with his fingers. Her dress was starting to feel very warm on her, she was moaning and panting by now, finding it very hard to not move in response to his fingering.

“How does it feel Miss Reed? Is your vagina providing you with pleasant sensations?” He asked, she nodded absentmindedly and kept gasping for air through her moans. He increased his pace, practically attacking her G-spot with forceful, rhythmic thrusts, in and out. It suddenly became so intense, and the build-up so fast, that she was losing her mind, struggling against his grasps. She felt the contractions and pulses growing stronger and less controllable. As if he was shoving her towards this cliff edge, and there was nothing she could do to stop it.

“Surrendering your sexuality to me Miss Reed, it is a grave mistake… I will make you realize just how powerless you really are. To make you see just how much of a pathetic little slut you are, giving into your sexual impulses like this.” He went on, panting as his strong arm kept moving fast, shoving his fingers forcefully.

She could not hold on any longer. A rush of electric pulses ran hot through her pelvic area and forced her whole body rigid as waves of ridiculously intense pleasure forced the breath out of her lungs. She squirted his fingers wet, gasping and moaning loudly, before she collapsed in his grip, shuddering.

It all went so fast, she was struggling to grasp how fast he had completely switched their dynamic. She was impressed, and a bit shocked, living with the impression that she was the sexual predator in their dynamic. The handsome, charismatic professor seemed to have more layers than she expected. He let go of her wrists and her arms fell down. She looked at him questioningly, not knowing what he would do next. He did not pause for long. Moving his arms in around her body, he grabbed the seams of her dress and pulled it up and over her head. She struggled to disentangle from it as he dragged it off her in on fluid motion. He then loosened the knot of her bikini top and released her beautiful boobs. There were clear tan lines. She was all naked, he was all naked, he penis still throbbing, erect. As he paused, they stood there for a few heartbeats observing each other’s bodies, like Adam and Eve, naked in nature.

“Quite idyllic is it not Miss Reed?” He said as he grabbed her by the arm and briskly dragged her past him, flinging her onto the mossy ground of the clearing. She fell sideways, caught herself with her arms, staggering awkwardly in surprise. Before she had time to turn around, get up or even look, he was on top of her. Two strong arms enveloped her from behind and grabbed her boobs roughly, digging into them with widespread fingers. She gasped, and glanced over her shoulder to see his lecherous wide-eyed grin in the corner of her eye. He pushed his warm body onto hers, and she could feel his pelvis and abs curving around her bum, as his big throbbing shaft perfectly slid into her pussy. He pushed it in as far as it would go, and filled her up perfectly. She moaned loudly and tensed under the stimulation. She was still so sensitive from her sudden orgasm. This would be very intense, she knew it, so she leaned into it and played along.

“Yes give me your big shaft professor, I love the feel of it so much.” She groaned as he started moving slowly the first few thrusts, giving in the full length. But he eventually increased his pace, pushing his pelvis fast and deep as the penis kept forcing its way through the tight vaginal cavity.

“You like these motions now do you Miss Reed? Are they making your sensitized vagina quiver extra hard?” He asked as he leaned back a bit, looking at her tanned back and glorious ass bouncing back and forth onto his crotch. The game of the disappearing sausage they had once called it. He watched as his throbbing sausage slid in and out, briefly disappearing and reappearing moistened and glistening in her vaginal fluids.

She struggled to hold back her moans at this point, he noticed and increased his pace, wanting to provoke more involuntary sounds from her. He grabbed one of her shoulders with his hand and started pushing her faster onto his dick, combining the motion of his pelvis with the pulls of his arm. She struggled along, barely containing her contractions and moans, as the penis kept rushing in and out of her pulsating funnel of pleasure.

He noticed he could not keep this up for too long, it felt way too good. He let out a few faint moans in company with hers as he felt an onrushing orgasm approach. He leaned forwards onto her, pushing her face down into the mossy ground, as he held the back of her neck in a tight grip. He was thrusting his penis downwards now as her bum was pointing diagonally upwards. Forcing it all the way in and pulling it all the way out again in quick thrusts. He felt the new position stimulate his dick in a very intense way, surging more involuntary contractions through his hips and pelvis.

While it functions as a stand-alone story, this script is a continuation of an idea that started with A Risky Lei about a meeting between on-line lovers at a hotel in Hawaii. This story imagines the jet lag, the late nights and the resulting exhaustion that end in a sleepless morning, and how a caring partner might solve a problem like that.

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The steady rhythm. The rise and fall of the white hotel sheets, begins to put me into a trance. I’ve been watching you, from the corner of my eye, as you sleep. I’ve pulled a chair up to the edge of the bed and sat reading, my feet just touching yours through the sheet. The time difference has meant I’m up early, wanted or not. But it’s given me time to read. Time to think. Time to admire.

And you are admirable. I enjoy the shape of you and how you distort the thin sheet, creating mountains and valleys around your breasts, your hips, your knees.

But with a dizzy sense of unreality – the stirrings of the beginning of the faintest possibility of getting back to sleep – I put my book down on the floor next to the chair and slide under the sheet, spooning up next to your warm, firm bottom. An arm resting over your shoulder.

A bit of texture on your breast catches my attention. Some drops of cum that must have dried on last night. My busy mind won’t let it be and I brush at it softly.

The sensation causes you to stir a bit and you reach up and grab my arm, pulling me tighter, wiggling your ass back against me.

The smell of you – sea air and vanilla. The warmth of you. Your glorious ass pushing against my cock. All of it means the idea of sleep is quickly swept away, in just the same way the romance and adventure of this time together has swept me up and deposited escort bayan me on unknown shores.

The hand that had worried at your breast now cups and cradles, and you sigh contentedly.

Your eyes are still closed, but you reach a hand back behind you and find the full cock that was beginning to push and prod between your thighs.

You trace your fingers along it, feeling the length and width and I moan for you. As softly as I can manage, with my lips at your ear. And I see a sleepy smile play along your mouth.

I’m momentarily disappointed as your hand leaves my cock, but you raise it to your mouth and lick your fingers. Returning to trace wet circles at that one little spot, where you’ve demanded I tease myself, so many times, on the phone.

Now I moan in earnest. My head flopping back against the pillows, my back arched, my groin pushing out.

Now your faint smile becomes a hungry grin and you finally open your eyes.

“What’s the matter baby, couldn’t sleep?”

But I can’t answer. Not with your one little finger making me pant and jerk and moan and sigh.

“Aww, baby. Don’t feel like talking?” you tease.

I manage a half-swallowed “please,” but I don’t even know what I’m asking for.

You turn now and push me fully on my back with a firm hand.

“Be a good boy for me now,” you say. I know it’s a game. We’ve played before, thousands of kilometers apart. But here, in this room, in your presence. I am ready to be the best fucking boy there is.

“Yes Miss,” I manage. “What do you want?”

“We both know what I want. What I always want. And we both know you’ll give it to me. The only question is how much you’ll beg. How pretty your moans will be. How long I’ll make you altıparmak escort bayan wait. Everything else is a foregone conclusion,” you laugh softly at me.

You dip your head then, licking the length of my shaft and finding that one little spot with your tongue now.

The wet warmth of that tongue. Your breath on my cock. Your finger lightly pushing at my balls. It’s ten times more intense than your finger.

And I lose it.

You make me a mess. An embarrassing collection of needy boy sounds and desperate pleas. Of begging. Of whining. Of promises. Most of which I’ll keep.

But you know, either by paying attention on our phone calls or just an innate sense, that if you keep it light, and keep it slow, I won’t cum. Not for a long time. Maybe not ever.

And that’s what you do. You leave me. Hanging there. On the edge. In desperation. Dying to cum. But unable to reach it.

What do you want? Just to exact some richly deserved revenge for the times I’ve made you wait, made you beg? To see how long it will take me to snap and force your mouth onto my cock? Just to enjoy playing with your new toy?

But I’ve said I’ll be good. And I will. My cock is yours to play with, to do whatever you’ll do. I will not snap. Not now. In time, maybe, you’ll see what it takes. But not today. Not this trip. And so I let you continue to tease, to play. to deny. My head thrown back, my chest heaving, my hips jerking.

After a while – can it be twenty minutes? – you laugh and say with admiration, “Weill, I wasn’t sure you could be a good boy for me, you’re usually so dommy. But look at you baby. I’m proud of you. My beautiful baby boy.”

And now you take what you want, what nilüfer eskort you really wanted this whole time. You spread my legs and kneel between them. You crouch over me letting your breasts brush my cock and run your hands up and down my chest. You sit back and bring your hands back down my body and take up my cock, squeezing the base firmly. And now you begin to suck in earnest. You go down as far as you can and then right up to the very tip, ending with a kiss at the top. Up and down you bob, squeezing my cock below your mouth as you travel. Your other hand caresses and fondles my balls. Instructing them to give up their cum.

It doesn’t take much longer. You’ve had me at the edge so long. You take your mouth off my cock long enough to say, “remember, the cum is mine. All mine. In my mouth, please.”

I hear you but am in the throes of an experience so intense, so painful and pleasurable, there are no words left I can form.

But I hear you. And soon I am cumming. So hard. So much. More than I can believe is possible after the last two days with you. It fills your mouth and runs back down the outside of my cock. And you continue to bob and suck as you swallow, getting it all.

Yours.

Your cum.

All for you.

“Aww, baby,” you say when it is done. “Are you… are you crying?”

And I am, but how to explain it? It’s not sorrow. It’s not joy either, though I’m the happiest I can remember when I’m with you. It’s just raw, intense, emotion. A feeling of living in a space I had imagined but didn’t really believe existed.

And it’s exhaustion. The time change, the late nights, the lack of sleep. I’m just overwhelmed.

You say, “It’s ok baby. I’ve got you. You did good. I just need one more little thing and then we can sleep.” And now you are the big spoon and I am the little. You stroke my chest and whisper in my ear. “One more thing baby. Be good for me now.”

And as my eyes start to close and my breath evens out. I remember.

“Thank you, baby. Thank you for making me cum.”