From when I was young, I was always aware I was different. When I was a teenager, I and several girl friends located the stash where my brother kept his Penthouse magazines. While they looked at the nudes and thought how boys would be turned on if only they looked like that, I was turned on just by looking at the nude women.

Many years later, I was at an international business conference on a Greek island. Like most European conferences, this one had meetings morning and evening with the afternoons free. The beaches were extremely inviting, and as usual in Europe, topless. I, as well as many of the women attending spent the afternoons on those beaches, amusing ourselves chuckling over the Americans, the only ones too shy to shed their tops. After dealing with business on the first day, I met a Swedish woman, and we shared drinks that evening in the bar. Over the few days we were there, we talked about ourselves, my marriage (happy and sexually very fulfilling) and her quite uninhibited sex life back home.

On Thursday afternoon, after time at the beach, I returned to the dressing rooms to shower, and change back into clothing suitable for dinner. I stepped out of the shower, completely naked, and ran headlong into my Swedish friend. She took my shoulders in her hands and came toward me for what I though would be the Euro two-cheek kiss. Instead I found her lips directly on mine, her body pressing against me. Every woman knows and understands a kiss that is just an instant too long, one that carries with it an invitation. I was so startled that I didn’t react.

Her eyes looked directly into mine, and she held me more tightly, and again our lips met. This time her tongue swiped across my lips, and still in a daze, mine responded. I was really aware of only one thing however, and that was the press of her bare breasts and particularly her stiff nipples against my chest. I have hugged many women, have kissed many, but never before had I felt nipples against my own bare breasts. It electrified me, my knees were weak, and I distinctly recall feeling the familiar tingle between my legs. I pulled away. I was scared, both of her, and more particularly, of myself. I almost ran to where my clothes were, and got out of there as fast as I could. I tried to forget what had happened, but couldn’t, and that night, in bed, my fingers quickly found a warm, wet place, that felt very good indeed. Were these “proper” feelings? I thought not.

A few days later, I was back at home, and cuddling with my husband. We are very open with each other, and I told him exactly what had happened, including my reaction, and admitted to him that the invitation was there. To my astonishment, he replied “so why didn’t you go for it? You’ve always had a thing for women, we’ve talked about it enough, why did you chicken out?” Goodness, even my husband knows I have these strange feelings.

On an internet meeting place, I had become friends with a woman 20 years my junior, named “Amy”. She was into spanking, admitting early on that it was her favorite masturbation fantasy. My husband and I have a wonderful sexual relationship with a fair amount of role-play, dom/sub, and spanking. Amy was just beginning a relationship and I was able to give her a lot of hints and ideas as to how she could develop the same kind of fun and games with her new boyfriend.

Over the course of several months, and protected by the aliases and unknown locations of the internet, we became more and more uninhibited in the things we did and said. I learned everything of her new relationship with Jack including (for her) the magical first time she had gone over his knees with her panties at half mast. You could say I tutored her in ways to manipulate her man sexually, and she got all A’s in the course. I actually gave her a how-to on oral sex, something that remarkably enough she had never done at age 28.

As we went on growing in our anonymous, but intimate friendship, we progressed to little “challenges” as we called them. You must get your husband/boyfriend to kiss your toes. You must masturbate in bed without waking him up. No panties under a miniskirt. Wake him up with a blow job. Get him over your knees and give him a spanking. In each case, if one of us succeeded and the other did not, a penalty was inflicted. There were bets too, mostly on sporting events, and the loser would have to tell the husband/boyfriend that they had a bet to pay off, strip to panties and bra, and perform oral sex. Believe me, our men, never complained! Finally, a bet on the Super Bowl required the bayburt escort loser having to ask her husband/boyfriend for anal intercourse.

As the relationship continued, more and more I was the older woman giving advice and how-to’s to the young one. I became her “auntie”, threatening her more than once with a spanking for her bad behavior. In fact, once when she had admitted drinking too much, flirting with a guy, and doing some heavy necking, I “made” her ask her boyfriend for a good hard spanking – which she did. And got. And enjoyed. In fact, it became apparent very quickly that Amy liked hard spankings, just with the hand applied to the bare bottom, but nonetheless much more than just a few lovetaps.

We had no secrets, we talked about our sex lives, including some of the domme things I do with my husband. We also discussed masturbation and discovered among other things that it is something we both do quite often, and that we both have favorite fantasies – “old reliables” as we called them. Hers revolved about school scenes, where she is caught doing something naughty, usually with a boy, and must report to the headmistress for punishment.

Throughout the eight or ten months of correspondence, we never revealed anything more about ourselves than our aliases; we had no idea of where either of us lived, only that I was a 48 year old mother of two grown children, and she was a 28 year old nurse, going out with a doctor. I knew she was small and slim, she knew I was taller, middle aged, and gravity had already set in.

Then one day that I mentioned I wouldn’t be writing for a few days, because I was to attend another business conference, this time in San Diego. Immediately I got a response saying she lived only about 30 miles from there, and suggesting we meet for “drinks, dinner, and whatever”. Wow! Now what?

I went to my husband and reminded him of the conversation about the Swedish lady and asked him if he thought I should risk meeting this “Amy”. Although he teased me terribly about what might happen, he said “sure, why not?” After some further to-ing and fro-ing, we agreed to meet in my hotel room at 4 pm on the Friday afternoon after the conclusion of the conference. In an aside, she asked that I bring with me not only the paddle I use regularly on my husband, but also some of my domme clothes since in the small town she lives in, none of these are available. My husband even suggested I bring a deck of cards in case we wanted to play strip poker!

I arrived in San Diego and attended the conference from Mon-Fri. On Friday, I was late getting back from lunch, and so nearing 4 o’clock I was still dressed in business attire, a two piece suit, creamy blouse, nylons and no-nonsense heels. At exactly 4 pm came a knock at the door. I opened it, and my heart did a little flip-flop and I felt a stirring between my legs.

Amy turned out to be tiny, very slim, very pretty, and with shiny black hair pulled back in a pony tail. But that was not what caught my attention. She wore a plain white blouse, buttoned right up to the neck, a plaid kilt which ended at mid thigh, dark blue knee sox, and tennis shoes. In keeping with that, she wore no makeup of any kind. She was dressed as a schoolgirl, and a penitent schoolgirl at that. She was in her fantasy role. She never once looked up. With eyes cast down, she handed me a letter and said Mr Jameson (who?) said she was to hand it to me. I read the letter.

It said that Amy had been found in the boy’s bathroom, hiding in a stall where she could peep out at the boys at the urinals. It recommended she be expelled immediately, or if not, that she be punished severely. I might add that the letter from “Mr Jameson” was written in a dainty, feminine hand.

I ordered her in, and asked if this was true. She seemed near tears as she admitted that it was in fact true, and when I asked her why she would do such a thing, she replied that she liked to see “little boy’s wee-wees”. I took on the role of the dominant headmistress easily. I berated her for what she had done, and informed her expulsion was the only answer. She of course pleaded to be spared the humiliation of expulsion, and I explained the only alternative would be severe punishment. I explained that she could expect a spanking of 100 smacks, the maximum naughty girls could receive in our school. I also pointed out that while only boys could be paddled, since she had been caught in the boy’s bathroom and was peeking at boys, she would be treated to a session with the paddle as well.

For bilecik escort the first time she looked up, and I could feel her eyes roam up and down my body. “Please Ms Fessee” she said, “I won’t do it again.” But the idea of severely spanking her was already exciting me. My “tendencies”: was spanking a woman sexually arousing me? The answer was scaring me. The answer was yes.

I removed my jacket, and rolled up my sleeves. I sat on the corner of the bed, hitching my skirt well up my thighs, and said “get over here, young lady!” When she got to me, I ordered her to lift her skirt up to her waist. She did and revealed in keeping with her schoolgirl role, baggy white cotton underpants. By the time she was across my knees, I could feel moisture in my panties. I ordered her to lift up, and I pulled the underpants down to her knees.

Her bottom was exquisite. Olive colored, perfectly round, with two dimples at the top of her cheeks. I continued to tell her how bad she was and began the spanking. Alternating cheeks, waiting several seconds each time to allow the sting to build up, and delivering each stroke with a sharp wrist snap. Within ten spanks she was squirming, and by twenty moans were heard. And then miraculously, little Amy transformed from a role playing little girl to a woman becoming sexually excited. As the spanking went on, she began alternately pressing her body into my lap and raising her bottom to await the next stroke. I became aware that her leg movements were calculated to raise my skirt higher up my thighs. Finally she began to grind her pussy against my leg.

The one hundred spanks flew past, her bottom coloring to a deep red from her dimples down to that most sensitive place, where the thighs and bottom meet in a deep crease. Tears flowed. Little goose flesh stood out across her bottom, and here and there were darker spots which would undoubtedly become small bruises. It was obvious when I finished that she was highly aroused, and I told her to go and stand in the corner with her skirt held high and those underpants down round her ankles. I opened my suitcase, removing the leather paddle that is one of my favorite toys. I looked at her bottom, beautifully colored, and noted that she had furtively moved one hand down to touch herself. I must admit that I also slipped a hand down the front of my skirt, and checked the humidity. It was nearing steam.

I pointed out that she still had a paddling to endure, and that it would be the highest severity level boys could receive, twenty on the bare bottom. I knew she would really feel it when I paddled her. And I knew something else as well. It was decision time. My husband had said “go for it”. and Amy was clearly in a highly excited state. For many years I had wondered about my own tendencies, I had been inflamed by my Swedish friend, and now my future sex life stood half way across the room displaying her reddened bottom and rubbing her pussy.

I went for it.

Very calmly, I unzipped and removed my skirt, hanging it up neatly. I did the same with my blouse. I considered the pumps and stay-up stockings but decided to leave them on. I had on a matching sky blue lacy panty and bra set, and before continuing with Amy I took a quick look in the mirror. I liked what I saw. I ordered her to step out of those ugly underpants and to come over. When she turned round and saw me, her eyes lit up, and I noticed her tongue slide back and forth across her lips. At that moment, she was every woman I had ever fantasized about. As she approached, she made no effort to lower her skirt. She was showing me her pussy; she knew it, I knew it, and dammit, I was enjoying the show very much.

I bent her over the end of the bed, lifted her skirt onto her back, and tapping the inside of her thighs indicated I wanted them open. When her pussy was clearly in view, I took the leather paddle and said simply, “count them”. We were no longer playing ittle schoolgirl/headmistress roles, we were two highly aroused women playing out a domme/sub game.

I paddled her slowly and hard, five at a time. With each stroke, a leg kicked out, and sobs were released. However, after about a dozen, it was hard to say if the sounds I was hearing were moans of pain or groans of pleasure. After each five, my hand roamed over her bottom, ostensibly warning little Amy about her bad behavior, but really to ensure she would be able to take the full twenty. I also loved the feel of her soft, and very hot, bottom. Once I allowed a finger to touch her backdoor, and bingöl escort was rewarded with a soft groan. This time there was no doubt it was from pleasure. Glancing down, I could see the glistening moisture on her pussy lips, but not waiting to spoil what was to come, I did not touch her there.

When she sobbed “twenty, thank you Ms Fessee” I shoved her onto the bed on her tummy, full length and still sobbing. I quickly retrieved a jar of cold cream from the bathroom, sat beside her on the bed, and put a large gob on each cheek. And began to rub it in. And became more and more aware that my own panties were now soaking wet. I leaned down and kissed her cheeks. My hand slid down her crack, and without saying a word, she spread her legs.

My fingers slipped into her pussy, and for the first time in my life, I felt another woman’s wetness. She responded with groans to every touch while my fingers explored her lips, her opening, and then the nubbin of her clit. In only a minute or so, and again without saying a word, she flipped over onto her back, her skirt at her waist, and her legs splayed open. This time I would not be the chicken I had been on the Greek Island.

I laid down between her legs, and began to kiss the insides of her thighs, moving slowly higher and higher. She had a thick black bush, more hair than I had ever seen on a woman, and around the opening it was already glistening and noticeably wet. I kissed upwards toward the top of her legs, and the thought went through my mind of all the dead fish jokes about the smell – in my life I have only ever smelled my own. Her perfume was becoming stronger and I found it simply irresistible.

Finally I planted a kiss, right on her lips. Then another. I ran my hand over her bush, and was startled to find how soft and fleecy it was, compared to my own. With two fingers, I opened her wide. I had never thought about this, but many more men than women have seen a pussy from up close. My fingers traced her outer and inner labia, and I found her to be softer and more velvety than my own middle aged sex. I was surprised at how small her clit was, again I have no experience except my own. The visual images of her pussy will be with me for the rest of my life.

Seemingly without my even thinking about it, my tongue slid up and down her lips, then penetrated just a little and explored. Of course I knew everything I would find, what woman doesn’t? But the excitement of feeling, smelling, and tasting another woman, of feeling the velvety lips with my tongue, experiencing the perfume, and then tasting her feminine juices – it was all so new, and so terribly exciting. My tongue found her clit and I tried to reproduce the things my husband does to excite me. Gently flicking it left to right, right to left, then up and down, and up and down.

When I knew she was close to climax, I stopped what I was doing and heard “f’rChrissake, don’t stop now”. I began what he calls the “long, slow” that always takes me over the top. With the lips spread wide, the flat of the tongue (not the tip) is placed over the opening and then moved upward very, very slowly. In this way you can know exactly when it is going to get to the clit and anticipation helps build the emotions. On arrival, it moves so slowly that there is a long time (seconds!) of constant stimulation, ended by a little flick with just the tip. Enough to do it to me, and enough to do it to her too.

A half hour later, with the help of her schoolgirl backpack, we dressed in normal casual clothes and went out. We had our drinks, and our dinner. After dessert, I asked he how she was going to get home – thirty miles away. She looked at me, smiled, and said, “I’m not going home. I’m spending the night with you.”

Completely in a daze, we returned to my room, and she said simply “I want to see you naked. Take your clothes off.” And I did, feeling more naked than I have felt before with men. She had me turn slowly in front of her. She remarked on my shaved pussy, my breasts – much larger than hers even if sagging these days – then had me turn and bend over. Frankly, I expected to feel the paddle across my bottom but instead of hard leather, it was her soft and delicate fingers stroking between my legs.

I started to say something, but she simply said “hush!” Her finger found my clit, and I started to flow again. She paused and said “don’t move”. I heard, rather than saw, her strip off her clothes. She called me to the bed, and we got on top of it, naked. Our bodies found each other, and our lips found each other, and then our lips found each other’s other lips, and we made love. Over and over.

I no longer wonder about being “different”. Or what my “tendencies” mean. I no longer wonder if I can be turned on by a woman. I no longer wonder if I am bisexual. I know the answer. Yes, I am. But, where do I turn now?

All the standard disclaimers apply.

*

When Asha delivered Tammi to the rest of the women ensconced at the Hotel Pennsylvania, Bridget thought the whole thing should have been more … joyous. There were hugs. There were tears. Everyone took a turn convincing Tammi what had happened wasn’t her fault, and after a while she seemed to believe them. And after that, there was even some laughter. As she watched the whole thing unfold, Bridget came to realize the joy wasn’t lacking in the scene, it was lacking in her.

She wasn’t the only one to notice.

“Are you okay?” Maura asked. Bridget shrugged. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m wondering what we’ve really accomplished here.”

“We know we can get out people back.”

“And they probably know it by now as well,” Bridget said. “I’d feel better about it if I didn’t feel like we’ve shot our wad.”

Maura blinked, “This was your idea, remember?”

“I do. I suggested it because I thought we needed to do something, and now we’ve done it,” Bridget exhaled heavily. “What’s got me worried is what to do next.”

Maura gave Bridget’s hand a reassuring squeeze, “Janie will be here tomorrow and we’ll see what she’s come up with. Maybe she’ll have good news?”

The news the next day was more “mixed” than “good”. Janice had barely entered the room, she hadn’t even had a chance to settle herself, before she was assaulted with the one question on everyone’s mind.

“Have you figured out how to get our people back?”

Janice looked like she felt; like someone who hadn’t slept in days. She dropped her bag wearily on the bed and sighed, “No.”

“When will you know?”

“I don’t know,” she said quietly. “We think we understand how it works … we just aren’t sure why. The truth is, it could be quite a while.”

The disappointment in the room was tangible.

“We know the squares work,” Asha said. “What I don’t understand is why we can’t use those?”

“I told you, I don’t have anymore,” Irina replied.

“Get some.”

“There aren’t any.”

“Then make some,” Asha snarled.

“I don’t know how,” Irina’s voice cut an edge as well.

“How can you not know how?” Asha was almost yelling now. “You’re the Augur!”

The normally combative Irina visibly wilted as the group’s collective disappointment suddenly focused on her, “You guys don’t seem to understand what I do. I’m like a librarian. I keep the books, I organize the book, I learn everything I can about the books. But none of that is the same as writing the books.

“The square is an heirloom, an antique. It’s almost as old as The Association. When Cynthia told me what was going on out here, I brought it along because I thought it might come in handy. And it did, I might add, but that’s all it’s good for … something handy. It’d be great if I had more, but I don’t. I’m sorry.”

“And the news isn’t entirely bad,” Janice jumped in. She held out her hand. In her palm was a small hearing aid, which she placed on the table. “For lack of a better term, this is a Personal Control Sphere Nullifier.”

“How does it work?” Cynthia asked.

“Turn it on and stick it in your ear,” Janice explained. “It goes deep in the ear canal, so someone would really have to be looking for it to find it. It broadcasts at frequency that should block out the control sphere.”

Maura reached under the table to give Bridget’s hand a quick squeeze, “That is good news!”

“So what do we do with it?” Irina asked.

“It still doesn’t get our people back,” Asha pointed out. “That’s the real problem.”

“It gets us a step closer,” Bridget whispered. An idea was forming; it was as though speaking too loudly would scare it away. The others looked at her. Bridget continued, filling in the details as she went, “Remember, a couple years back, when Catherine was having all her problems, right afyon escort after we got back from Rome? Victoria did her thing, and found Michelle, then Michelle and Catherine lived happily ever after? We inducted Michelle in Victoria’s house.”

Asha and Tammi nodded … they’d been there.

“We don’t need more squares. We need the house because that’s where they all are anyway. Can you teach me what Victoria did?”

Cynthia said she could.

“Then that’s it. I go up there, do what Victoria did and bag them all, all at once.”

“I see where you’re going with this, but there’s one problem,” Cynthia pointed at the hearing aid. “Even if you have one of these, there’s no way they’ll let you near any of the things you’ll need or hand around long enough to do the things you’ll need to do.”

“They will if I’m one of them.”

“Excuse me?”

“I go up there, I pretend I’m there to try and negotiate with them and I let them do their thing,” Bridget explained. “Then I do my thing.”

She turned to Janice, “You’re sure this will protect me?”

“I’m sure,” Janice said, sounding anything but.

“Sure?”

“Pretty sure.”

“Pretty sure?”

“Really … pretty … sure,” Janice trailed off. “Look, this control sphere thing seemed to be based on conditioned responses; you do what Prof. Sawyer says and you feel good as a reward and then you end up like Pavlov’s dogs. These rewards are intricately tied to sexual stimuli. When we mocked up the nullifier, one of our basic assumptions was you’d be doing everything in your power to get away from her, not having sex with her. If that’s what you’re doing, then I can’t promise anything …”

“And there’s something else,” Tammi piped in. “You don’t know what it’s like up there. You don’t know what she’s doing! There’s dozens of women up there right now, they’re coming in and out all day. She made us all stay naked when we were in the house … it was like a 24 hour orgy … “

A violent shudder passed though her, “And then there were the things she made us do … to ourselves and to each other … it was sick … disgusting … she made us perform for her … and we were into it. We were so messed up in the head we used to fight each other to do all the perverted things she thought up. Oh God!”

Tammi bolted from the table, heading for the bathroom. They listened in silence as she coughed and gagged, everyone taking pains to avoid looking at anyone else. Eventually, Asha left the table. They could hear her soothing her friend. They came out from the bathroom a few minutes later.

“Sorry,” Tammi said sheepishly, though she did sound a little better. “My point is we were able to do all those things because she’d fucked with our heads …”

“… her and Leslie, that little cunt!” Tammi muttered with enough heat to burn the air out of everyone’s lungs.

“… and that’s the way you have to act. Whatever she says, you do it, without hesitation. I don’t know how a normal person could do that. If you do hesitate, she’ll know you’re faking it, and I don’t know what she’ll do then. She’s capable of anything.”

Bridget nodded. Tammi’s point was irrefutable, “I don’t doubt any of that. If anyone has a better idea, believe me, I am all ears!”

No one had a better idea. Bridget snatched the hearing aid from off the table, in case someone tried to stop her that way.

“Then it’s settled, I’m going tomorrow,” she said.

Maura sighed, long and sadly, “I’ll go with you.”

“Absolutely not,” Bridget insisted. “We only have one nullifier. In fact, as soon as I leave, you all need to check out, get out of this hotel, and don’t tell me where you’re going. If this doesn’t work ..”

Her voice caught.

“… if this doesn’t work,” she continued, “you’ll have to assume I’ve told them everything. aydın escort And then they’ll come for all of you. It won’t be safe here. Just get out and try to put together a Plan B.”

For a long while, no one spoke. Cynthia found her voice first, “Is there anything we can do for you right now?”

“As a matter of fact, there is,” Bridget forced herself to smile. “I’ve been cooped up in this room for almost a week. I want to go to Little Italy tonight and have a really good dinner. Then I want to go to the Knicks game and I want GREAT seats.”

Cynthia smiled and dipped her head modestly, “I can do that.” * * *

Prof. Karen Sawyer didn’t like loose ends, and that is what this Bridget character had become. The thought of the girl gnawed at her. Her plan, her dream, was so close to fruition, so close to being reality. Because it was so close was precisely why it needed her undivided attention. But thoughts of Bridget were a constant distraction.

Sawyer assumed Tammi’s sudden and complete disappearance was Bridget’s doing. She’d wasted too much precious time on whether The Association, working through Bridget, had somehow figured out a way to deprogram Tammi. She decided it was unlikely before deciding it was irrelevant. Losing a single girl was nothing. But it hinted at other, nasty surprises The Association might spring, so it continued to weigh on her.

She flipped through the latest progress report from the engineers at Mericon. Her calculating side knew this was the real solution to the Bridget problem. The latest version of the control sphere, one that would work over a radio and TV signal, was almost ready. And once she had that, there’d be no stopping her. She had her people on the broadcast side already in place, all they needed was a working sphere.

But the little problems cropping up on the engineering side were vexing. They needed help … they needed her. And she was wasting her time on a redheaded college sophomore with a talent for soccer and getting out of tight spots. It was maddening.

Chicago was looking more and more like a dead end. Bridget hadn’t shown up, nor had she made any attempt to contact her brother. Given the Tammi development, Sawyer was convinced Bridget was no where near the Windy City. So where was she, and what was she up to?

And then the problem solved itself.

Victoria entered what used to be her study and genuflected before the woman sitting in what used to be her chair.

“The guard at the front gate just called,” she said.

“And?”

“Bridget’s down there. She says The Association wants to talk.” * * *

The guard at the front gate had stopped Bridget before she’d taken two steps onto the property.

He sounded apologetic, “Sorry, Miss. Ms. Tastick says I can’t let you in anymore without her permission.”

“It’s okay, Chuck. I understand.”

“I’ll call up to the house.”

“I’ll wait right here.”

Chuck emerged from the shack a minute later, “They’re sending someone down.”

“No problem,” the two waited quietly. The Bridget said, “Lot of changes around here lately, I’ll bet.”

“You can say that again.”

“What do you think?”

“Ms Tastick doesn’t pay me to think, just to watch the gate.” From the way he said it, Chuck didn’t think much of the changes.

Leslie appeared a minute later, along with two girls Bridget didn’t recognize. The raven haired girl motioned for Bridget to follow. The foursome walked in silence most of the way.

As they reached the front door, Bridget asked, “I wonder if it ever bothers you, what you’ve done to all the people who’ve only tried to help you?”

“Never,” Leslie replied curtly.

“I didn’t think so.”

It had only been a week since Prof. Sawyer had conquered Victoria’s house, but the changes were profound. The sent of female arousal ağrı escort was everywhere; and underlying that Bridget detected entropy and decay. She suspected no serious attempt to clean the place had been made recently. And Tammi had been right. There were dozens of women in the mansion, young and old, all of them beautiful, all of them coupling, trebling, and so on, in energetic and creative combinations Bridget counted six distinct sexual encounters in plain sight before she gave up. From the sound of things, much more was going on out of sight. She was led to the study. Victoria was there, along with Allie. Prof. Sawyer was at the desk. A control sphere sat conspicuously to the Professor’s left. Bridget knew it had been turned on by the static hiss that crept into her hearing.

“Ah Bridget, a pleasure to finally meet you,” Prof. Sawyer said grandly.

“The pleasure is all yours, I’m sure.”

“Bridget!” Victoria chided. She sounded horrified, “Don’t be rude!”

Bridget shot Victoria a look that made it clear Victoria was not a party to the conversation before turning back to Sawyer, “The Association has authorized me to open negotiations with you.”

“Unless they’re offering their surrender, there’s nothing to negotiate.”

The hiss was getting louder. Bridget hadn’t bothered to ask if this was how the nullifier was supposed to work. She’d focused mainly on what Cynthia had taught her about using the house as part of her plan. Silently cursing her carelessness, she said, “That would be a mistake. We’re perfectly capable of defending ourselves.”

“If that were the case, you wouldn’t be here,” Sawyer replied. “Besides, after we convert you, I’ll know everything I need to about your little Association’s so called defenses.”

Hands began to flit over her body. Despite herself, Bridget could feel the beginnings of arousal. She forced herself to keep her gaze on Sawyer, “You’re making a big mistake.”

“A threat without the strength to back it up is nothing but bravado, and I don’t have the patience for bravado,” Sawyer said dismissively. “You’re the one who’s made the mistake. Take her.”

The hands were gently no longer; they pulled her to the floor. Allie loomed over her.

“Don’t fight it, Bridget, you can’t win,” she pleaded. “It feels wonderful. Let us show you.”

Bridget clamped her eyes shut. One of the skills Victoria had taught her was walling her thoughts off as a defense against telepathy. She concentrated of her mental barriers, isolating her growing sexual need from the rest of her mind. The girls that now surrounded her concentrated their attacks on her pants, struggling to peel the garment from her body. Bridget fought them, but she knew it was a battle she couldn’t win.

Two girls held her arms down. There was nothing she could do to stop the others from loosening her button fly. She kicked and thrashed. Two more grabbed her legs, pushing them together. Another pushed down on her chest, holding her in place and roughly groping her breasts in the process. The jeans were pushed off her hips. Bridget twisted on the floor, as much as the combined strength of the other girls would allow. Slowly the pants made their way down her thighs. When they reached her knees, she could offer no effective resistance. The trousers were quickly removed at that point, then the girls holding her legs pulled them apart. Her panties were simply ripped away. The hiss was louder now, it sounded like the roar of a high wind. Bridget concentrated on erecting her barriers. The hands on her breasts went away and she felt a body lying atop her. She opened her eyes.

“I’m going to enjoy this,” Leslie whispered hatefully. She inched her way down Bridget’s body.

When she felt Leslie’s tongue on her pussy, Bridget prayed for strength. A few minutes later, she came.

Her struggle, and her subsequent orgasm, had left her exhausted. It took a long, few minutes for her strength to return. When it finally did, she stood up. Her legs felt as weak as a newborn colt’s. She quickly removed her blouse and bra, and bowed submissively to Prof. Sawyer.

“I live to serve you,” she panted.

Author’s Note: And we’re finally at the end. Thank you, thank you, thank you. For your patience. Your support. And your encouragement. Even when Alex made you mad.

-FFF

Chapter 39

Alex threw down the controller she was holding and didn’t even flinch as it clanged against the glass coffee table in front of her and fell to the floor. Usually overly violent and mindless video games helped to take her mind off whatever she was going through at any given moment. But right now, nothing was working to distract her.

Despite that, staring at a screen was better than doing anything else and it kept her from sleeping, which was when things got really bad. Alex couldn’t remember the last time she closed her eyes and didn’t see the devastated look on Quinn’s face right before she turned around and walked away from Alex outside the bar.

Alex had already made up every excuse for herself that she could think of— she was drunk at the time, Quinn pushed her too hard, that night was about more than them, she didn’t care that much anyway— but ultimately, she knew all her excuses were empty.

The fact was, she knew she fucked up and probably lost the best thing that had ever happened to her. Quinn leaving an envelope with her front desk, containing the diamond necklace Alex had gotten her, only solidified that thought. Quinn didn’t include a note with the envelope and upon receiving it, Alex shut it into a desk drawer that she didn’t plan on opening any time soon.

Alex knew she was a coward and should call Quinn, but she didn’t know what to say or how to apologize. And mainly, she didn’t know how to promise she wouldn’t do it again.

Quinn may be angry, but Alex knew it couldn’t compare with how she felt about herself. Alex had been on a road of self-loathing for a while, but how she treated Quinn that night made it almost hard to look in the mirror.

Instead of picking up the controller again, Alex leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she contemplated getting herself another drink from her bar. Not that drinking helped either— but it was better than just sitting there thinking about Quinn.

Alex only had her eyes closed for what felt like a moment when she could hear keys in her door. There was only one person who had access to her apartment like that so she braced herself for the tornado that was about to enter.

But Courtney didn’t enter like a tornado. When Alex opened her eyes, her friend was standing at the end of the couch, staring at her calmly with one, challenging eyebrow raised.

“What’re you doing here?” Alex asked, sitting up slightly so she could see Courtney better. “That key is meant for emergencies.”

“You’ve had your phone off for five days. I think that counts. Why haven’t you answered anything?” Courtney asked.

“My phone is dead,” Alex replied sullenly.

“Don’t be an ass, Alex,” Courtney responded and walked over to the couch so she could sit down next to the blonde. “I heard about the gala. I’m so sorry, babe. I can’t imagine how much that kind of betrayal from both of them must have hurt.”

Courtney gently placed her hand on Alex’s leg and the blonde could feel her friend’s eyes on her, but it felt easier to just look down at the controller on the floor in front of her. She didn’t know what to say about what her father and Janet did. But more than that, she found herself thinking about Quinn far more than whatever happened at Horizon.

“Have you spoken to anyone from the theater?” Courtney asked when it was obvious Alex wasn’t going to offer anything on the topic.

“No,” Alex replied in a quiet voice. “There’s no point. They made their decision and I no longer work for them.”

“I talked to Quinn,” Courtney said next.

Upon hearing Quinn’s name, Alex’s head finally snapped up to Courtney’s face.

“When?” she asked.

“The night of the gala. I called her yesterday too, but she didn’t pick up.”

“What did she say?”

Alex could feel her insides tighten in anticipation of hearing anything about Quinn and this was probably the first time she had felt anything other than numbness since the night of the gala.

“She didn’t stay on the phone long. She sounded like she was pretty choked up. But she said you needed to be alone and that it was over.”

Alex shifted her body away from Courtney so the red head’s hand dropped from her leg. She didn’t want to be touched when she felt like her heart was being painfully clenched. Alex was the one who had pushed Quinn away, but hearing Quinn’s own, final words through Courtney felt like a huge blow.

For five days Alex had sat on this couch replaying that night, but not allowing herself to really feel the devastation of losing Quinn. But with Courtney here by her side, confirming again that she had indeed fucked everything up, Alex finally let herself feel the pain she had put off for days.

As the first tear hit her cheek, she could feel her friend’s arms come around her and she had no power but to sink into the ardahan escort embrace. Something about it felt so familiar and only moments later she realized that the last time she cried in Courtney’s arms like this was when her mom died.

“Shh. It’s ok. You’re ok,” Courtney said as she began rubbing her hands down Alex’s back.

After a few minutes of crying, Alex didn’t have anything left in her and she could feel her breathing finally evening out. As soon as she felt more composed, she pushed off of Courtney and attempted to wipe her wet face with her hands. A wave of embarrassment washed over her as she looked up and saw the pitying expression on her friend’s face.

“Sorry,” Alex said quickly.

“For what?” Courtney asked. “Showing some real, human emotion? Al, it’s ok to cry and to be vulnerable. Especially after what you’ve been through.”

“I’ll get us something to drink,” Alex said and stood up quickly so she could move into her kitchen where she grabbed a napkin and two glasses of wine.

She already had a bourbon before Courtney arrived, even if it was only mid-morning, but she needed an excuse to leave the room for a moment so she took her time pouring them both a drink and making sure she was more composed than she was a few minutes before.

Alex sat back down on the couch and put Courtney’s glass in front of her, but her friend didn’t reach for it. Instead, Courtney’s eyes were trained on Alex’s face as if studying her every expression.

“What happened with Quinn?” she finally asked Alex.

Alex took a sip of her drink and shrugged before setting it down next to Courtney’s untouched glass. When Alex remained silent once again, Courtney rolled her eyes and looked around the apartment.

“This is exactly where I thought I’d find you. Sitting in front of a video game with an empty glass of bourbon,” Courtney said.

“Apparently, you’re right about a lot of things these days,” Alex replied in the same sullen voice she had used when Courtney first arrived.

“What does that mean?” Courtney asked.

“You told her I’d push her away. You were right. I did.”

Alex didn’t say it with any bite in her tone. She wasn’t mad that Courtney had warned Quinn about that because ultimately her friend had been right and probably should have told Quinn to run as fast as she could before it was too late.

“Tell me what happened,” Courtney prodded again.

Alex knew her friend wouldn’t leave if she didn’t tell her, so she reached out and took another sip of wine before leaning back against the couch.

“What happened is that I’m an idiot. She told me she loved me and I returned her words in a really horrible way. And when she was walking away, I let her.”

“She told you she loves you?” Courtney asked softly.

“Yes, and then I accused her of badgering me into saying it back.”

Courtney’s face, which up until that moment, had been fairly passive, scrunched up for a moment, as if in pain.

“Ok, not the best. But Alex, do you love her?”

“Yes,” Alex said instantly. “I love her.”

Her feelings about Quinn had never been in question and it wasn’t until the night of the gala that she really understood how deep her own intimacy issues went. It was expressing to Quinn how she felt that was hard for her. She didn’t know how to get over her fear of saying those words.

“You were going through a lot that night. Maybe you didn’t say the right things, but Alex, she told you that she loves you. That means something.”

“No, it meant something. She told you herself. It’s over.”

“I heard her voice. She sounded heartbroken. This isn’t over. You just need to fix it.”

“I can’t!” Alex suddenly shouted from her spot on the couch.

She stood up, not able to keep sitting there anymore, but this time, she didn’t walk out of the room. She knew Courtney would just follow her. So instead, she walked over to her window and looked out at the city below so she could steady her breathing.

“I don’t know how to be what she needs me to be,” Alex finally said while continuing to look out the window. “I thought I had opened up to her, but it wasn’t enough. I don’t know how to give her any more than that.”

“Bull shit,” Courtney said from the couch, causing Alex to finally whip around so she could look at her friend. “That’s such bull shit, Alex.”

“You can go now,” Alex snapped back from the window.

“Oh, believe me, I will soon. This whole apartment reeks of self-pity. But first you’re going to listen to me.” Courtney stood up from the couch but didn’t move any closer to Alex. “You’re so fucking scared of everything. You’d rather push her away than break down some of your walls. But I don’t get it. You lose her either way.”

“How can I not be scared of losing her when the person I loved the most in this world left me?”

Alex could feel the tears she had just tempered begin to prick her eyes again, but she was too tired to stop them so when she closed her eyes, she let them slowly roll artvin escort down her face.

When she opened her eyes again, Courtney was standing in front of her with a soft expression on her face.

“She died, babe. She didn’t leave you,” Courtney said. She then pulled her sleeve down over her hand and brought it up so she could wipe away some of the tears coating Alex’s face. “Your mom loved you so much. She wouldn’t want her death to do this to you. And we both know it’s not just Quinn you’ve pushed away.”

Alex looked up at her friend’s face again. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Why did you quit acting, Al?”

Talking about Quinn was one thing because Alex could easily admit where she messed up. But she wasn’t going to go down this road again with Courtney. Performing had nothing to do with any of this. She turned around and moved back to the couch so she could sit down and grab her glass of wine.

“You know why,” she said before taking a sip. “And it has nothing to do with this.”

Courtney stood her ground and simply crossed her arms in front of her. “It has everything to do with this. One day you’ll need to stop using your father as an excuse.”

“How can you say that after what he just pulled?”

“He only pulled that because you allowed him to. You stayed at a theater that has never valued you. With a man who has never loved you the way you deserve to be loved. You stayed there, Alex. When you could go do anything. You know how many people would kill for your talent and money?”

Alex glared up at Courtney in her best effort to intimidate her friend, but she also knew that had never worked. Not with Courtney. The other woman knew Alex too well and wouldn’t let this go until she had said everything she came here to say.

“Quinn and performing are linked,” Courtney said, ignoring the look from Alex. “You’re so scared of losing the things you love that you don’t allow yourself to be happy at all.”

“When you’ve had the kind of rejection I’ve had, it’s hard to trust anything,” Alex argued.

“It’s not about rejection. You knew Quinn loves you and just couldn’t say it back. I tell you that I love you all the time. You never say it back. When’s the last time you told anyone that? You’re scared of feeling anything that might remind you of who you used to be.”

Before Alex could even respond, Courtney left the room and walked down the hall that would take her to Alex’s bedroom. Alex was too stunned by the words that had just come out of her friend’s mouth to follow or even really think about where Courtney had gone.

A minute later, Courtney was striding back into the room, holding Alex’s laptop open. She set it down on the table in front of them and when Alex looked down at the screen, she could see that Courtney had opened YouTube and found their production of A Streetcar Named Desire.

“Watch it,” Courtney said, pointing at the screen.

“Watching that will accomplish nothing. It was years ago,” Alex replied, refusing to even look at the screen in front of her.

“Watch it and then read the comments,” Courtney replied in a gentler voice, sitting back down next to Alex on the couch again. “Simon Anders’ opinion is wrong. You threw a dream away because he said you weren’t good enough. See how many people disagree with him. But I think that if you were honest with yourself, you’d realize you threw it away because of your mom too. Because you don’t want to lose one more thing. But Al, you’re the most talented person I’ve ever met. Doesn’t my opinion matter more than his? Doesn’t your mom’s? Doesn’t Quinn’s? He’s not a god. He can’t control every theater and casting director in this city.”

Alex was silent for a moment before looking at her friend again. “I don’t know what to do,” she whispered.

“Start here,” Courtney replied, pointing at the laptop. “Remember who you are. And then decide if you can open your heart up again.” Courtney moved closer to Alex so she could push some of the blonde’s hair behind her ear. “Not everyone leaves. But before you try to fix things with her, maybe try to fix things with yourself first.”

Alex lightly grabbed onto Courtney’s hand and squeezed. “When did you get so damn insightful?” she asked and gave her friend the first smile she had felt in days.

“Since I found my own reason not to be a fuck-up. Indirectly, you can thank Paige. And these, you don’t need,” Courtney said, picking up the wine glasses on the coffee table and taking them into the kitchen.

When she came back out, she leaned the front of her body against the couch but didn’t sit back down. “I’m going to go and let you think. I hope you watch that,” she said, pointing to the laptop again.

“Thank you for using your emergency key,” Alex replied in a small voice. She hadn’t even wanted Courtney there at first, but now she felt vulnerable at the idea of being alone again. “I’m sorry I’m such a mess.”

“I get it more than anyone. You know that my mom was never around. But then I met you. And you made bodrum escort me believe that I’m something special. I believe that you are too. Trust the people that love you.”

Before Alex could even register what her body was doing, she was crawling over the couch and pulling Courtney into a hug. The arm of the couch was between their bodies, but she pressed in regardless.

“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Court,” she said into the other woman’s shoulder.

“See, that wasn’t so hard to say, was it?” Courtney said as she hugged Alex back.

Alex laughed before pulling her body back into her own space. “Actually, it was. But I said it. So… progress?”

“I think there’s hope for you,” Courtney replied. There was a beat of silence and it looked like Courtney had something else she wanted to say. “Her opening night is coming up. Will I see you there?” she finally asked Alex.

Alex knew exactly who “her” meant, but she was glad Courtney didn’t use Quinn’s name again since hearing that out loud seemed to do things to her body.

“Do you think she’d even want me there?” she asked back.

“There’s only one way to find out,” Courtney replied with a wink.

She then leaned in and placed a quick kiss on Alex’s cheek before moving towards the door.

“Watch the video, Alex,” she said a final time before leaving the apartment.

Alex let her body sink back down onto the couch when she heard the door close behind Courtney. She closed her eyes as her mind replayed some of her friend’s truth bombs.

There was so much to process, but the one thing she knew Courtney was right about was that she needed to fix whatever was going on with herself before she could fix anything with Quinn.

When she opened her eyes, they landed on the laptop still sitting on her coffee table and she knew what she needed to do. But she wasn’t going to do it in her apartment.

If she was ever going to break down some of her barriers, she needed to face what she hadn’t allowed herself to face since her mom died. Without letting herself change her mind, Alex rose from the couch so she could go change and visit a place she hadn’t seen in years.

Chapter 40

Despite living somewhere as expansive as New York City, Alex found that she rarely left midtown given that’s where Horizon and her apartment were located. Every now and then, Courtney would convince her to try out some trendy bar or restaurant in Brooklyn or another area of Manhattan, but her friend knew that Alex had no interest in anything on the Upper East Side.

As her car continued its way down Madison Avenue, she couldn’t even remember the last time she had been in this area. After her mom died, she had gone to their family house a few times for dinners with her father, but those soon fell off, much to the relief of them both.

“I can get out here,” Alex said to her driver as he turned on 69th street and headed down the block towards 5th Avenue. “I don’t know how long I’ll be so I’ll text you when I’m ready to go.”

Once her driver had completely stopped, Alex got out of the car and walked the handful of steps down the street until she came to the place her eyes would always recognize at once— her childhood home.

Alex had always liked the front of her parents’ Manhattan home. From the outside, it almost looked like a normal townhouse where someone would just occupy a floor of the building. It’s not until you’re inside that you’re suddenly hit with obscene opulence.

Because her parents didn’t just own one floor. They owned the entire building, which was six floors and 18 rooms. The few times growing up that Alex had friends over, she was always embarrassed. Her father’s taste could only be described as museum-chic and the entire house felt untouchable.

Even her bedroom felt formal. She had always envied the mess she came across in friends’ rooms with their toys and stuffed animals scattered about. Alex’s room featured a four-poster bed and a vanity set and looked more like the room of a Victorian socialite than a child.

Alex always knew how lucky she was and that ultimately, she couldn’t complain— especially when you walked just a few blocks uptown and saw how other people in Manhattan lived. But it didn’t change the fact that she wished she had grown up a little bit more like others she had met in school.

As she used her key and walked into the giant entryway of the house, she remembered all the ways her father had used money to appease her growing up instead of just telling her he loved her. A simple kind word from him would have gone further than another gift she didn’t need.

And it suddenly hit her that maybe the diamond necklace she had given to Quinn had made the brunette feel the same way. Alex had meant for it to be a sweet gesture but she could see now how it just appeared to be a substitute for real intimacy.

The house was dark as she made her way through the entryway and after she passed the long stairway, she took a moment to glance up at the high ceilings that went all the way to the third floor. She could tell by the lack of lights and sound that her father was out, which was what she was hoping for. She knew he was rarely home during the day so figured this was the best time to stop by. Simon Anders was the last person she wanted to see right now.

*** This is part 2 of You’re mine and you know it.

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I had just got done cleaning myself all over and putting my clothes back on when the door opened and in rushed a younger student. I hoped that it was Ashley or one of her friends but it wasn’t. So I walked to class a little disappointed. My teacher, Ms. Johnson let me off with a warning about being late because it was my first time being late to her class.

“Don’t let it happen again,” is all she said and then she just let me walk to my seat.

I couldn’t concentrate on my class work, I was just to anxious and excited to concentrate. I wanted the day to hurry up and be over but I knew I had to wait until lunch before I could see any of the girls. After lunch I had one more period before I could have some fun with them. I couldn’t help but daydream about what could happen when I got to Ashley’s house with them. Ashley grabbing me by my hair forcing me onto her bed, as her friends tied my wrists and legs to the bed. After that cutting off my clothes and underwear to get to my boobs and……

“Jennifer Coles!” My teacher Ms. Johnson was yelling my name. I guess I went to far in my dream and blocked everyone else out. When I looked up to her everyone was looking at me so I was a little embarrassed, but she spoke again and with a lot of authority.

“Come to my desk, right now.” Hearing her talk to me like that got me a little afraid so I quickly got up and crossed the room to her desk.

“Yes Ms. Johnson?” I said as if I didn’t know why she called me up there.

“What is wrong with you today, why haven’t you been doing your work, and why…………”

As she spoke to me I couldn’t help think how sexy she was when she was upset. She had only got upset with me when I feel asleep in her class during a test or something, but other than that I could never really see that side of her, unless it was towards someone else. She did have an adorable smile when she was happy though, but I liked her a lot better when she was upset with the class. I don’t know why, I guess that’s just me. Ms. Johnson was 26, slim, really big boobs, beautiful baby blue eyes and big, sexy, suckable lips that had stopped moving and were frowning at me.

“Well… are you going to answer me or just stand there.” She said with a hint of anger.

I hadn’t heard a word she said to me. “Umm, I’m sorry can you repeat the question.”

“Do… you… want… to… talk… about… what… has… got… you… so… out… of… it… today?” She said slowly so I wouldn’t miss it this time.

“No I’m fine just a little tired I guess,” I said lying horribly.

I guess she bought it because all she said was, “okay just do your work. Go back to your seat now.” I nodded and walked back to my seat thankful that I didn’t have to stand up there for much longer.

After my little “talk” with the teacher I sat down and did as much work that I could, and was more then happy when the bell rang signaling that second period was over.

***

Third period was just like the others just with an annoying old man. So I’m not going to get into much detail about it. I did get to see my friend Emilee though and that was good. Emilee is cute, but I don’t really look at her in anyway other then a friend should. She has short natural red hair, a little on the skinny side, and looks way younger than what she is but she still has lots of guys all over her. We talked about class movies and boys (she still didn’t know I was a lesbian). It felt like time was flying by when I talked to her, and soon the bell rung, and we left to go to lunch.

***

As me and Emilee walked to “our” table at lunch we noticed that Elizabeth wasn’t there. Elizabeth is one of our friends that sat with us, but she was not there and we wanted to go out for lunch.

She is about as tall as me but probably a bit taller, she has long dirty blonde hair, hourglass figure (like myself), 36C boobs I think, just right round ass and a beautiful face.

As we were getting up to leave Emilee spotted her talking to some girl, when I looked closer I realized that it was Ashley, and it looked as if they were getting a little to close and that made me jealous.

“Lets just go over there and ask if she’s goin to come with us,” Emilee said not noticing my smug look.

“Ok, but if she’s not coming we’ll just go anyways,” I said as we walked towards Elizabeth and Ashley.

When Ashley’s eyes met mine she smiled and said, “I’ll talk to you later Liz, bye girls.” With that she smiled at me winked and turned on her heels to walk away.

“What was she talking to you about,” I said finally braking out of my trance.

“Oh nothing. Just something that’s going to be eating away at me, later on today. Hey are we going out for lunch or not I’m hungry.”

I didn’t believe her but didn’t really think it mattered so I told them where we were going out to lunch and that we were taking my car. We aksaray escort had to hury and get back to school so we just went through the drive through.

After coming back to the school we talked, laughed, and ate our food and soon the bell rung. After saying we would call each other we went our separate ways.

***

As I walked to my next class, alone, I couldn’t help but think, ‘what was Ashley talking to Elizabeth about, and why wont she tell me?’ I was so deep in thought that I didn’t notice the person in front of me, and I bumped into them.

“Oh I’m so sorr……” I stopped in mid sentence when I looked up and saw who it was. I noticed that she was still holding on to me even though we weren’t falling.

“No problem, baby its alright,” she leaned in to my ear and whispered, “can’t wait to have your pink tongue in my slit babe, I’m going to have lots of fun with you.” Stacy said, still holding me close to her. Good thing no one was in the hallway at the time.

“I…I have to get to class,” I said trying to push away from her, kinda.

“Why? Why can’t we just have some fun now? You know, before I have to share you with the others.” She said, sliding her hand to my ass and squeezing it slightly. I was mush, it felt like I was in my own sexual haven.

“Damn! Don’t fall baby,” she laughed catching me from dropping down to my knees, “you’ll have plenty of time to be on your knees, trust me, I’ll make sure of it.”

“Please let me go,” I said in a soft wispier that was almost mute, “I really need to get to class, please stop.” I don’t think she cared about what I was saying, or even heard a word I said as she rubbed and grabbed my ass. I let out a small moan and cussed at myself for being such a horny girl.

“Doesn’t sound like you want me to stop, but I’ll stop anyways,” she let me go and I was a little disappointed that it ended even though that’s what I asked her to do. Good going dumb ass. “But we do need to talk, so come to the bathroom with me.” With that she turned and walked away, not waiting for my answer.

As we walked to the bathroom I didn’t look at her sexy little ass. That was swaying so nicely. Well, okay I’m lying, I was drooling and staring at her ass, like a horny teen boy.

I didn’t notice she had stopped and turned her head to look at me until I bumped into her…again, almost knocking myself onto my ass.

“You really like asses? Don’t you baby,” I nodded as I stared into her captivating neon blue/gray eyes as she stared into my hazel ones, licked my lips, and thought damn she’s so sexy. “Good. Then you might love what’s next.” She giggled as she pulled me into the bathroom, looked to see if anyone was in it. After finding no one she pushed me in a stall and followed me into it.

“Pull down your shorts and panties and then turn around.” I guess it was taking me to long because she yelled at me to hurry the fuck up, “I don’t have all fucking day! Damn.” I didn’t want her to get even more upset so I hurried up, and took my clothes off, and turned around naked from the waist down.

“Mmm, now that’s more like it,” Stacy said rubbing my ass, she moved away from me and I heard her looking for something in her purse. I heard a low squishing sound but thought nothing of it until something cold, hard, and slimy was pushing on my asshole. “This will hurt a lot less if you relax and let it happen. Do you know what a butt plug is?…. You do ok that’s good, at least you know what’s going in you’re ass.”

I tightened up and asked in a very small voice, “can you please go slow. I’ve never had anything in my ass.” You could hear my voice trembling as I spoke.

“Oh don’t worry baby, I wont go too hard… trust me.” I didn’t trust her, but I couldn’t really do nothing but stand there and let it happen. “Good girl I’ll remember how good you are later.” I just nodded and waited for her to push it into me and get it over with.

My anal cherry was popped, and it hurt like hell.

***

After being with Stacy for most of last period she let me go to class, which was hard because I was still walking funny from the butt plug. It was very uncomfortable. She gave me her phone number and took my number and told me she would text me Ashley’s address. My teacher even asked if I was ok when I walked into his class. I said I was fine and just hurt my leg a little. He looked at me for a bit but said nothing.

His class is very easy and fun so I completely forgot about my plans after school until I got a text from Stacy that said: B at 749 Brown street we all will be there B4 u so just cum in Lol that’s a pun. The door will b unlocked

Stacy.

I looked at my phone clock which read 2:15, 10 more minutes before the bell rung and I could be with the girls. Oh how I wished I could get this thing out of my ass, NOW! And I didn’t really get the pun, guess it went over my head.

***

RINGGG! RINGGG! RINGGG!

The last bell rung and I practical ran out of class and to my car, I couldn’t amasya escort wait to get to Ashley and her friends. I was drooling and not from my mouth. I just needed to get there as fast as I could.

And the plug was hurting like hell.

***

It was a bit hard to keep from touching myself, but I had to unless I wanted to crash. As I got closer to the house, I got wetter as well. I finally pulled up to the house and it looked more like a mansion, it was so big, wish I lived there.

After getting out of my daze I walked up to the door and rung the bell. After remembering that I was to just walk in that’s what I did. It was very pretty inside, but I just needed to find Ashley and the others, I really needed to find them.

‘Are they in this room?’… ‘They have to be in this one.’… ‘Okay I think this one could be it.’ I looked and looked but could not find a single person, so I just thought, fuck it. Guess it wasn’t meant to be. Then I felt a hand on my shoulder and almost had a heart attack.

“Damn calm down girl, I’m not going to kill you,” Alice smiled, “all we’re going to do is fuck that’s all.”

I had to smile at that, “I’m sorry, I just didn’t know where any of you were, so you kinda scared me when you came out.” I was eying her up and down the whole time I talked.

“No problem, but let’s go meet up with the other’s,” she grabbed my hand and started leading me to a room, “we thought you punked out or something.”

“No, I couldn’t. I was looking forward to this ever since you guys left me in the bathroom.” I think I sounded a little too desperate. But all she did was smile and nod.

It felt like we were walking for hours, but it was only about 1minute.

“Where are we going?” I thought I could ask questions until now.

SMACK “Don’t you ever talk to me like that bitch!” She had slapped me right across my face, and now was yelling in my face.

“I’m so sorry Alice I didn……..”

SMACK “Don’t fucking call me by my name slut. What do little, lesbian, slut slaves call their female owners!?” By this time the others have heard us, and were now surrounding us.

“Well,” Ashley started after the long pause, “what do they call their owners?”

“Umm,” everyone was looking at me. Waiting for my answer I so did not know, but I had to say something. “They… call… them… their mistress?” I closed my eyes, and clenched my teeth, I was preparing myself for another smack. What I got totally caught me off guard.

I was grabbed from behind, pushed against something hard, so I opened my eyes to see what was to happen next.

I was then pushed into a baby blue/black bedroom wall and pushed down onto the soft carpet. As I looked up into the eyes of the girls all I could see was: Hatred, Evil, Despite, and most of all Lust and Hunger. I saw it in all of their eyes but in some what different ways.

I just wish I knew what they were thinking… and if they would take this thing out of my ass. It would make things a lot easier, both of them.

***Inside Their Minds***

Stacy: “Oh the things I’m going to do to this girl.”

Heather: “I hope she’s into ass play… hahaha oh well if she isn’t.”

Alice: “I so want to fuck that tight little ass of hers. Fuck I’m so horny.”

Ashley: “Oh this little bitch don’t know what she got herself into. When she sees what I have for that little pussy, she’ll wish she never agreed to this.”

Me(Jennifer): “Why are they looking at me like that?”

***

“What the fuck are you doing!?” Someone said, sounded like it was Ashley but I wasn’t sure.

“I’m… I’m not doing anything,” I stuttered to whoever spoke to me.

“Exactly. Why aren’t you taking off you’re fucking clothes,” Ashley said clearing my doubts.

“I didn’t know I was supposed to Ash… I mean mistress, no one said I had to.”

Ashley started walking closer to me, she looked so sexy with that mean look on her face.

“Well, dumb bitch, now I’m saying take your clothes off now.” She had a look in her eyes that said ‘Don’t fuck with me bitch’ but I wanted to see if I could get some type of sexual punishment from her. I would really love that.

I didn’t move at all I just stared at her just like she was but I could see she was getting really upset.

“Didn’t I just say now you little whore!” She was walking closer to me and I was getting bold and even more horny.

“And your point is,” I had a smile on my face and Ashley and her friends faces dropped. Ashley’s didn’t stay down for long.

“What did you just say to me?” She was laughing when she asked me.

“I said and your poi… .”

Ashley was on top of me before I could say another word. She was grabbing, slapping, and yelling at me.

“Who the fuck do you think you are huh?!” She was really mad and I was loving it. “I will fuck you up slave bitch.” With that she started hitting me really hard and I was in some real pain. Like real pain.

“Please! Stop! I’m sorry, antalya escort I’ll obey! Just stop hitting me please! I’ll do anything!” I was waving the white flag and hoped that she would stop.

She hit me once more then stopped and smiled down at me.

I could see the hate and power in her eyes and something else, I just don’t know what. Those beautiful hazel eyes. “Are you sure? ‘Cause I can keep going.” She raised her hand as if she was going to hit me again.

I flinched and tried to protect myself. “YES, I’m sure. Please just stop.” I was done playing that game.

“Take off your clothes….Now!” I jumped, but I managed to take them off rather fast. “Yeah, that is a good girl,” she was patting my head, like I was a dog…well isn’t that what I was? Someone’s property? Hell Yeah. “Are you going to do as your fucking told,” I nodded, “that’s what I thought now stand up.”

I basically jumped up. She was walking around me, touching me everywhere, and I was loving it all.

“Very nice…for a slut. But let’s take your underwear off so I can really get a good look at you.”

I started to do it fast but was stopped, “I think we all would like you to go slow,” Ashley said to me. “Am I right?” She asked the others. They all nodded.

So I did a slow strip tease, like they asked for, and really got hot from doing so. After I was done they all moved up to see my perky boobs, fit smooth tummy, nice round ass, plump juicy pussy and long sexy legs. They even had me spin around a few times. I felt like a piece of meat because of the way they were looking at me. But I was still loving it until Ashley told one of the others, “go get my strap-on….yes the 10inch one, Ima fuck the shit out this bitch.” My heart was in my throat. I had forgotten that I was a virgin. And I never told them I was one! This is not going to be good, not at all.

“Get that ass on the bed, and spread your legs. We want to see that pussy.” Heather said pushing me on the bed before I could think. “Spread your legs,” she was pushing at my knees but I would not, could not budge, I just knew this would make things worse.

“Wait, please, I don’t think I want to do this anymore I’m just going to leave.” They all just looked at me like I was crazy, so at that moment I got back up and stood in front of the bed. I was to busy getting my clothes to notice that Ashley wasn’t with the others, but when it felt like someone was behind me, and that I should move away it was to late. She grabbed me, and pulled me onto the bed with her. I was then rolled over and she was on top of me. I don’t know when she took off her clothes, but I was to scared to really admire her sexy body.

I didn’t like the look in her eyes. She was wedged in between my legs, and had my arms pinned with her hands.

And the fall made the plug go up my ass even more. Talk about pain.

“I think its a little to late for that baby. We all have been waiting to fuck you so, that’s what we’re going to do.” I could feel the soft rubber on my pussy as she pushed up on me. I had to do something, anything.

“I’M A VIRGIN!” It seemed like the whole world stopped as they looked at me. I could hear everyone breathing heavy. Or was it just me?

It was quite until Ashley chuckled, “you’re lying. You cannot be a virgin.”

“Then why don’t you check?” I knew she wouldn’t back down.

First she looked me in the eyes then down to my pussy. “Fine then,” she pushed her middle finger into my pussy (which made me moan because how good it felt) until she felt something blocking her way…my hymn. “What the fuck!” She said out loud. Her face was frozen and so was her finger, which was still in my pussy, “you really are a virgin?”

“You can feel my hymn right?” She nodded, unable to find the right words I guess. “Then that’s your answer.”

I thought that was the end of it and they would let me go home, but I still felt her pushing up on me and pinning me down. Then she finally spoke again.

“After to day you wont be a virgin no more, no where,” I didn’t like how she said ‘no where,’ and I didn’t really know if I heard her right.

“What do you mean by that?”

She smirked and said, “I mean that I’m going to pop your cherry, and your going to get fucked in the others two holes as well.” Then she looked down at the plug still stuck up my ass. “Well, I guess your only a virgin in two holes now, right?” I nodded my head. “And that’s about to change as well.”

I could hear my heart beating now, and I could feel myself getting wet even though I was scared as shit, my body was even going against me. Fuck!

Ashley moving made me get out of my state of shock. She wasn’t pinning my arms anymore but she was still between my legs, looking down at me with pure lust in her eyes. I wanted her but I didn’t want to feel any pain.

“Can you be gentle… please?” I whispered loud enough for only her to hear.

Ashley’s face softened when she heard me and looked into my eyes, and saw how much I really needed her to go easy on me. Then she leaned down and whispered in my ear, “I will, I promise.” Then she placed a tiny kiss on my ear, then my cheek, my neck, my collarbone, but when she got to my lips she stopped.

“Please keep going?” I was confused, I really didn’t want her to stop (yeah I’m bipolar, so what).

Like mother, like daughter

This is a work of fiction that portraits social and/or racial stereotypes as well as domination among women that may not suit everybody’s taste. If you find this offensive, don’t read further.

Thanks to Eve Ashland for helping with the edition.

Chapter 3

Kayla and Jada Jones spent some time weighing their next move while watching their white and rich counterparts. Allison Montgomery and her daughter Holly remained silent, not wanting to do anything that might upset the black girls.

Jada approached and walked around the blondes to finally stand in front of them. She used both hands to gently stroke their faces and hair and then brought her face close to sniff their necks. Feeling Jada’s breath so close, Allison’s body shuddered and she couldn’t help but groan softly.

“Mom, besides helping with their makeup and hair, we’re going to have to take care of that smell. These rich bitches smell like my dirty underwear.”

“Please, that’s not necessary; maybe it would be better if we did it without your help.”

Kayla really enjoyed putting white people on the defensive. Kayla quickly shot back rebuking Allison’s useless plea.

“I beg your pardon? Do you think that because we are black and poor we’re not qualified to do something as simple as make you up and do your hair?”

“I… I didn’t mean to…”

Jada, who was very close to the blondes, turned her head and again winked at her mother. Aware that something interesting was about to happen, Kayla pointed at them with her phone’s camera. Jada roughly grabbed the lapels of Allison’s jacket and her hands immediately fondled the huge and firm breasts of the white mom.

“Hey Holly, look how I teach your mother to have a little respect.”

“Sorry, I never meant to disrespect you.”

Tugging at the jacket’s lapels, Jada pushed Allison until her butt was leaning against the back of the large living room sofa. The anger on the black girl’s face made the blonde milf gulp and look at Kayla as if begging her to stop Jada.

“Put your hands on your back!”

“P…please you know I never meant to… SMACK!”

The first slap, quite weak, immediately shut her up. With the sole purpose of humiliating her in front of her daughter, Jada carried on slapping her on both cheeks, and each slap was followed by a soft moan from Allison, who seemed completely submissive to the girl. Inexplicably for Holly, seeing her schoolmate dominate her sophisticated mother made her even inexplicably horny .

After a dozen gentle slaps, Jada made Allison bend over and rest her tummy on the back of the sofa, lifting her dress and exposing her beautiful ass to everyone. Jada took off a sneaker, making Allison suck on the sole until it was very wet, and began hitting the blonde’s buttocks with it.

“This is for being a snooty white bitch!”

“SMACK! Ouch! SMACK! Aaagh!”

“This is for trying to get me kicked outta school!”

“SMACK! Oohh, It hurts! SMACK!”

Unlike the previous face slapping, this time Jada didn’t hold back and spanked Allison’s ass with all her might. The blonde mom’s nyloned legs were straight and stiff, with the toes of her Louboutin’s barely touched the floor. Each time the sneaker landed on her buttocks, she flexed one leg lifting the calf and swinging the heel in the air.

“Are you still going to insist that we leave or have you already reconsidered?”

“SMACK! Ouch! No, please…! SMACK! Ouch! Please stay! SMACK! Oohh, Please! SMACK!”

“Say you are a stupid white slut! Say you want me to punish you!”

With her free hand, Jada shoved her fingers into the Allison’s pussy and began roughly fucking her while continuing the relentless punishment of her buttocks.

“SMACK! I’m a stupid… SMACK! Oohh… white slut… SMACK!”

“SMACK! Oh my! I want to be… SMACK! Punished by Miss Jada… SMACK!”

Holly’s pussy dripped as she watched the scene. Jada, who seemed to have absolute control over her mother, was ruthlessly destroying the blonde milf’s beautiful ass with the sneaker. Jada fingered and spanked Allison like a misbehaving spoiled brat until her formerly milky white ass was become redd and sore.

“You are really enjoying that a black girl is spanking and fucking you like the conceited whore you are!”

“SMACK! Oohh! SMACK! Oh God! SMACK!”

While Jada spanked her without pause, and her fingers drilled her pussy frantically, Allison screamed and moaned as her crotch dripped incessantly.

When purple patches appeared at the blonde’s buttocks hardest hit areas, a satisfied Jada put her sneaker back on, leaving Allison panting and moaning while still hanging over the back of the balıkesir escort couch.

Although no one noticed at the time, Holly’s pussy was dripping from just the sight of her glamorous mother, hanging ass up, over the back of the sofa after being humiliated by that low class black girl.

“Stand up, you lazy bitch!”

Allison awkwardly stood up and gently stroked her ravaged buttocks. Jada stood in front of her and lifting her chin she warned her.

“Next time I won’t be so forgiving… Got it Mrs. Montgomery?”

“Yes Miss Jada.”

“Good girl!”

After Jada patted Allison’s cheek in approval, Kayla approached them and caressed Allison buttocks. The blonde milf moaned when Kayla slid her hand from her ass to her crotch, stroking her wet panties.

“Great work Jada, I think Mrs. Montgomery kinda enjoyed that. .”

“Yeah mom, but if you don’t take your hand from her pussy, the slut will cum again soon.”

“You think? Why don’t you go upstairs with that prissy brat and find something to fix their hair and makeup?

While Jada and Holly went upstairs to get hair and makeup together, Kayla groped Allison for a while longer and only stopped when was on the verge of cumming again.

Allison was moaning with her body wiggling when Kayla made her take off the jacket and dress.

“Please don’t do this, the limo will be here any minute.”

“Don’t be shy. We don’t want to stain this pretty white outfit with makeup or hairspray”

Kayla settled on the couch while Allison took off her jacket and dress. Her mouth watered as she looked at the statuesque blonde mother stripping, and knowing she could do whatever she wanted, she decided to humiliate her a little more.

“On your four Mrs. Montgomery!”

Wearing only her sexy blue lace lingerie, nylons and white heels, Allison hesitated for a moment before bending down and complying as Kayla removed her boots.

“Come here Mrs. Montgomery. Take off my socks and lick my feet clean.”

“This is disgusting! Please don’t make me do this!”

“Disgusting is when an uppity rich bitch tries to get your daughter kicked outta school.”

Kayla enjoyed the prissy blonde mom’s expression of distaste as she crawled up to her and removed her smelly socks. As she noticed some hesitation, Kayla buried one of her feet in Allison’s mouth.

“Better start sucking, unless you want me to leave your face like your ass.”

The threat proved more than effective as Allison began to greedily suck the toes inside her mouth. Shortly, Kayla got tired of keeping her foot in that position, so she made Allison kneel up and hold the foot with her hand. Kneeling like that, the blonde’s pussy was within reach of Kayla’s other foot, so the black mom didn’t hesitate to slide it under her panties and buried her toes inside Allison’s pussy.

“Mmmmhh!”

Kayla didn’t have to order it as Allison used her free hand not only to hold her foot, but to move it up and down pumping her pussy. When Jada and Holly came back to the living room they came across the scene of the white mom wiggling her hips while fucking and sucking Kayla’s feet.

“Hey mom, I didn’t know you liked that feet thing!” Jada exclaimed.

“Me neither! Just wanted to give it a try…”

Kayla took her foot out of Allison’s mouth and made her lick her sole, while Jada turned her head towards Holly.

“Your mom looks really hot in those undies, let’s see what you’ve got under these fancy clothes.”

Holly took off her jacket and skirt, revealing her slim body wrapped in the sexy white lingerie set. Jada circled around her and groped her buttocks while whispering at her ear.

“I can spank you and destroy your ass like I did to your mommy… Wouldn’t you like?” Jadaer? whispered into the young blonde’s ear.

“N… no… please don’t… Mmmhh!”

When Jada squeezed her buttock harder Holly couldn’t help but moan. Her black schoolmate made her stand looking at the mothers and put her hands behind her head. As Jada bent down to take off his sneaker, Holly´s pussy started dripping again.

“Please don’t hurt me! I’ll do whatever you want!”

“It’s a shame, but what I want to do now, is spank your pretty ass until it is well reddened. I’m sure you’re gonna like it.”

Jada presented the sneaker’s sole in front of her face, and without being asked, Holly licked it thoroughly. When Jada stood behind her, before spanking her with the sneaker she took Holly’s white lace panties and twisted them pulling upwards.

“Please not so hard, you know… Ooohhh! SMACK! Ooohh! SMACK!”

Besides the painful whipping she was receiving on her buttocks bartın escort and thanks to the wedgie Jada was giving her, Holly was being fucked by her own panties.

“SMACK! Oh God! SMACK! Oooh! SMACK! Oohh!”

“You really wanted this… Didn’t you?”

“SMACK! Oh yes! SMACK! Oh yes Jada! SMACK! Oohh!”

Holly received the punishment twisting her legs, with her knees touching and the toes of her designer shoes pointing inward.

Meanwhile, Kayla took the foot from Allison’s mouth and used the sole to slap her face. Soon the room was filled by white mom and daughter’s moans, as well as the loud spanks on Holly’s ass.

“Hey Jada! Who would have guessed that these white ladies would turn out to be so slutty??”

“SMACK! Oh my God! SMACK! Oooh! SMACK! Oohh!”

“You’re right mom. This prissy slut is dripping wet again!”

“SMACK! Oh yes! SMACK! Oh, I’m going to… SMACK! Oohh!”

While being spanked by Jada, Holly witnessed how her mother was being foot fucked by Kayla. The black mother was sitting on the couch with the blonde mother kneeling in front of her. As Allison seemed ready to finish, Kayla also began to curl her toes inside the blonde’s pussy. Although her leg had already tired, Kayla kept slapping Allison’s face with her other foot’s sole, until the blonde mom’s body began to shake from another intense orgasm.

“Ooooohhh! Oh! Oh! Ooooh my! Oooohh!”

It seemed that Allison would never finish, she used both hands to shove Kayla’s foot inside her as much as she could while she screamed wildly. Watching her, Kayla still found it hard to believe how she had transformed that ritzy white woman into a submissive slut who let her be fucked like this in her own home.

“Very good, Mrs. Montgomery! It seems you no longer need a dick to get a good fuck.”

Kayla removed her foot from Allison’s pussy and with the sole of her other foot gave one last slap on her face, knocking her to sprawl on the floor.

Meanwhile, Holly kept getting her ass spanked, and as it was already turning from red to purple, she continued to be fucked by her own panties. To speed things up, while still spanking Holly with the sneaker, Jada slid Holly’s panties aside and directly shoved his fingers into her classmate’s pussy, and began to roughly penetrate her with her fingers. Seeing how her sophisticated mother lay sprawled on the floor after being foot fucked by the black mom was the trigger that Holly needed.

“SMACK! Ooohhh! I’m cumming! Ohhh!”

As she kept her hands behind her head, Holly’s body jerked and twisted as she was hit by a wild orgasm. Jada kept fingering her and smacking her buttocks with the sneaker while Holly screamed with pleasure and her inner thighs got wet with the cum dripping from her pussy.

“You seemed to be so prim and you turned out to be such a slut, just like your mommy.”

Jada gave Holly a final swat on the buttocks, and while stomping on the toes of her designer shoes, roughly pushed her forward, making her fall to the floor next to her mother.

“We better do something quick with that hair and makeup or they won’t make it to their precious little event. Don’t you think Jada?”

Jada, who at that time of the afternoon had much more energy than her mother, stood among both panting blondes, and pulling their hair made them stand up. They staggered awkwardly on their stiletto heels, while without letting go of their hair, Jada paraded them in front of her mother.

“What do you think mom?”

Jada walked the Montgomery girls in front of her mother several times. Kayla drooled when she saw those statuesque bodies wrapped in sexy lingerie and ruined stockings parading in front of her, but the most striking thing was how her daughter had left both ladies’ asses shattered and purple.

“Mom, I think for the next few days it’s going to hurt quite a bit when they sit down.”

“Yes hon, you can bet it will. Hey girls! We’d better start fixing that hair, don’t you think?”

“Yes, please Mrs. Jones!”

Although Allison and Holly did not harbor much hope that the Joneses would follow through, they were led into the dining room. After placing two chairs side by side they were cordially invited to sit, and as Jada had anticipated, when they sat down their punished asses were sore beyond measure. .

Jada took everything she and Holly had brought from upstairs to the dining room, and to the Montgomery girls’ surprise, Jada and Kayla started working on their hair.

The mixture of dry hairspray and cum meant that they had to pull the hair quite a bit to style them. Kayla and Jada not only ignored the blonde’s whining, but also took the opportunity to pull their hair much more batman escort than necessary. Allison and Holly, afraid the Joneses would lose their patience, did their best to remain silent, although neither were convinced that the Joneses could pull this off. Kayla and Jada worked enthusiastically and after a few minutes and a couple of cans of hairspray, the Montgomery girls’ hair was more than presentable.

Jada took a hand mirror she’d brought from upstairs and let the blondes see themselves. Allison and Holly sighed in relief when they saw that her hair. Considering what they had endured, they both looked quite nice.

“What do you think mom?” Jada spoke.

“Pretty good for a couple of horny blonde sluts. If they hadn’t tucked their heads under every black cunt they could find, their hair would have been even better.”

“Yes mom, but there is something that really bothers me…”

Kayla did not answer Jada because she sensed her daughter had something evil in mind. Jada put the mirror on the table and stood in front of Allison and Holly.

“Aren’t you girls supposed to say something? Or is it that you are too stuck-up to thank black people?”

The blondes, who remained seated didn’t have time to give a proper answer, were surprised by the sudden barrage of slaps that Jada delivered to both of them.

“SMACK! I really hate… SMACK! Doing something nice… SMACK! To people… SMACK! Who don’t even… SMACK! Bother to say… SMACK! Thank you!”

Their faces grew red and jerked sideways with Jada’s slaps, but none of the Montgomery girls dared to raise their hands to cover their faces. Seeing that her daughter was slapping them savagely, Kayla intervened to make her stop.

“That’s enough hon, we don’t want their pretty faces to end in such a bad shape that we can’t fix them even with makeup.”

“But mom… Ok.”

When Jada reluctantly stopped hitting them for a few seconds, in unison they both rushed to thank the Joneses for fixing their hair.

“T…thanks! Thanks!”

“SMACK! Aaah! SMACK! Aagh!”

With an evil smile, Jada gave each blonde a slap hard enough that their asses were lifted off the seat and they ended up sprawled on the floor.

“You’re welcome!”

Holly and Allison whined softly as they lay stunned on the floor under Jada’s watchful eye. When the black girl realized that her mother was looking at her with a disapproving expression, she reluctantly helped the Montgomery girls sit back down.

“Jada, hadn’t I told you enough was enough?”

“Their faces were too pale, Mom! Now it won’t take too much makeup to get’em pretty again.”

Kayla was going to berate her daughter for not obeying her, but she couldn’t help but laugh at Jada’s answer.

By this time in the afternoon, Allison and Holly, more than intimidated, were outright scared by the unpredictability of Jada’s mean behavior. But still, the pampered ladies who were so used to getting everything they wanted, being at the mercy of such strong and determined women, turned them on in ways they couldn’t explain .

Kayla approached Allison and grabbing her chin turned the blonde’s reddened face to either side.

“Let’s see what we can do with this.”

The Joneses got to work again. After carefully cleaning the Montgomery girls’ faces with makeup remover, they began to put makeup on them. Like her mother (from whom she had learned) Jada was very skillful at the task. So it was no surprise that after a few minutes they had left their faces nicely made up, perhaps with a style a bit overdone, but very well made up at last.

Kayla and Jada did so well, that with the exception that the blonde’s faces were still quite reddened, it was difficult to make out what those faces had endured.

After high-fiving one another, the Joneses made the Montgomery girls see the result in the mirror.

“T…thanks! Thank you very much!”

Although it seemed to Allison that the makeup was a bit heavy, with too much shadow and eyeliner, she feared that if she dared to complain Jada would start slapping them savagely again.

Apparently Holly thought the same as her mother, therefore they didn’t hesitate to properly thank the Joneses, mainly because they didn’t want to provoke Jada’s ire.

“You’re welcome! At least you seem to learn fast!”

As a final touch, Jada sprayed them with an expensive French perfume until the bottle was empty. Now the posh Montgomery girls smelled of a strange mix of sweat, cum, and delicate French perfume.

Done with the perfume, Jada browsed through the things they had brought from upstairs, grabbed two packages of brand new tan stockings, and handed a pair to each of the Montgomery’s.

“You ain’t going out wearing that torn shit, are you?”

“N.. no. T… thanks Jada.”

“It’s Miss Jada to you, Mrs. Montgomery.”

As soon as Allison and Holly took the stockings out of the packages, Kayla made them stand up. Blonde mother and daughter looked at each other wary of what Kayla was up to.

The house was quiet FINALLY when we decided to take a swim in the pool and perhaps lay out in the sun. It was gorgeous. Not a cloud in the sky, the blue of it intense. Most people would have thought it odd to have a pool on the beach but we both thought it a cool indulgence and no messy sand to deal with. Besides the water of the ocean was just too cold this time of year. The kids had enjoyed playing on the beach and then being able to swim in the heated pool. We had the house and the pool to ourselves this afternoon as they had taken a horse back riding tour as part of our vacation package.

I was already in my one piece swimsuit when you came outside in your bikini. The sight made me lick my lips in anticipation. Your so hot looking that to take my mind off the way my thoughts were heading I dove into the pool to cool down. The water was terrific, warm enough that it wasn’t a shock to the system, cool enough to damper the licentious thoughts that seem to come over me when your near. I didn’t realize the picture I made though with my hair streaming out behind me. You appreciated the view. It looked sexy with that slicked back look. All the curl in my hair straightened by the weight of the water on it. It made it look so very long. You wanted to run your fingers through it. You dove in to join me.

I swam alongside you as we played a little. I played hard to get after awhile, you trying to catch me. Finally I let you catch me. Water streaming down both our bodies we exchanged a kiss. Holding you in my arms felt so very good. I’d ached for you for so long. Your hands were restless, reaching out over me, fondling, caressing, groping. I didn’t mind, it showed me how much you wanted me as well. Amazing how intense it can turn when you both want the other so badly. In moments I had your bikini top off and your breasts cupped into my hands. Leaning down adana escort I began tongueing first the one and then the other. Drawing the nipples into my mouth I sucked hard on them. The answering jolt to your crotch had you catching your breath.

Your hands were pulling down the straps of my one piece. With a yank I was exposed to my waist. The water came up over that and the air had my nipples puckering, waiting for you to worship them. Meanwhile your caresses over my back and shoulders were very very nice. Your fingertips along my neck very arousing. You induldged yourself, running your hands through my long hair.

My mouth playing on your breasts was causing you to moan and move feverishly, you wanted more, you wanted to do more to me as well. You finally pulled my head up for a deep kiss. Your tongue flicking in and out of my mouth suggestively. I caught it and sucked deeply on it. Your body wound itself around mine, grinding suggestively between my legs. I hooked my fingers on your bikini bottoms and yanked them down. Leaning down, I went underwater and pulled them down off of you. On my way back up I stopped between your legs to blow bubbles. You were laughing when I resurfaced.

Not to be outdone you pulled the rest of my swimsuit down and it fell in the water to my ankles. I step nimbly out of it and pushed it away with my foot, it floated gently along the bottom of the pool. Your hands were immediately between my legs feeling the difference in the wetness between me and the pool water. I playfully swam away from you, slipping from your embrace. You determedly swam after me. When we were neck deep I stopped suddenly to catch you.

Taking you in my arms I kissed you over and over, my hands feeling your warm body beneath them. I wraped my legs around you, it was easier in the water, you’d never be able to ankara escort stand and do this outside of the pool, I was just too tall and heavy for you. It felt great to both of us. My pussy against you, rubbing. My clit peeking out to feel itself against you. I could feel the rub of your skin against it, it felt wonderfull. Our kisses were becoming more impassioned.

Your fingers were doing delightful things to my body. One hand crept down between us to play with my clit. Your other hand massaged my breast, tweaking the nipple. I groaned at the dual sensations you were causing in me.

Standing back on my feet I planted a leg between yours and raised my leg up slowly, grinding it against your pussy. You gladly humped against it. It felt good, it felt hot. My hands I ran down your back and back up, then my fingers, then my nails. You arched against me, enjoying these sensations. My hands cupped your ass and began raising your body against mine. Your tried to wrap your legs around me but I wouldn’t let you. I raised your butt higher still until it was nearly out of the water. You leaned back and let your torso float away on the water. Gently I moved us nearer to the side of the pool in case you needed to reach out your hand to keep from going under. I focused on what was in front of me. Your pussy lay open and inviting. My hands cupping your butt could move you any which way. I moved you towards my mouth and kissed you on your nether lips. Mmmm, I tasted you. I began tonguing you there. Playing with your clit, tasting your wetness. The cool ocean air and the warm pool water were playing havoc on your body. What I was doing to you was making your whole body ultra sensitive. It was a wonder floating there in the pool and being loved like that between your legs. A fantasy come true. I kept going until I could hear the change adıyaman escort in your breathing, taking one of my hands from cupping your butt I plunged two fingers right into your wetness. The sensation immediately sent you over the edge you’d been so close already. You had an incredible orgasm floating in a pool near one of your favorite places, the beach. When you came back down to earth I was smiling at you frol and layed us both on the steps leading into the pool. Laying me back against them, you lay on top of me, your body writhing suggestively against me. Kissing me over and over again you begin tonguing your way down my neck. That drives me insane and you can tell by my body’s reaction to it.

Spreading my legs you immediately begin to rub between them, feeling my wetness. I groan at the touch of your hand there, your getting me so aroused. Kissing your way down to my nipples I raise up slightly to help get one into your mouth. Cupping your head to my breast. Your naughtly little fingers are doing delicious things to my clit and nether lips. Your fingers plunge in to find my g spot, they know immediately where to go and I melt at the sensations. Laying completely at your mercy I moan at the feelings you arouse in me. I don’t know if it’s just what your are doing to me, or the beaty of making love in this pool, the combination is unbeatable none the less, but I’m getting wetter by the moment. Your fingers plunging in and out of me are driving me to the edge. I’m groaning loudly. Sucking on my nipple you can tell how your affecting me, you plunge harder and faster. My breath comes in gasps and you lean up to kiss me, sharing the moment when I actually climax. It comes in shudders. The intensity of how you affect me comes across in the intensity of my orgasm. My arms clench around you, you can almost feel your body cracking against me as I convulsively squeeze you. You relish the feeling, knowing what a compliment it is to your lovemaking and the feelings that we share. My head falls back to suck in great gasps of air. Smiling down at me you look into my eyes as I open them again and come back to reality.

What an afternoon delight.

Man hatte ich einen Druck auf dem Sack. Seit mich meine Freundin vor 4 Monaten verlassen hatte, ging Sexmäßig gar nichts.

An einem bierseeligen Abend mit einem Kumpel, der das selbe Problem wie ich hatte, fanden wir die Lösung: Der ortseigene Swingerclub.

Die Eintrittspreise für Männer waren im vergleich zu denen der Frauen, die kostenlos rein kamen, hoch, doch für Paare aller Art waren sie nur halb so hoch. Also entschlossen wir uns, uns als schwules Pärchen auszugeben um billiger rein zu kommen. Wenn wir dann erst mal im Club wären, würde jeder seine eigenen Wege gehen und versuchen seinen Saft loszuwerden. Insgesamt wäre das billiger, als zu einer „Professionellen” zu gehen und wir hätten mehr Auswahl.

Gesagt, getan. Wir planten den Clubbesuch für Samstagabend, da wir uns da die besten Chancen ausrechneten. Ich entschied mich, mich komplett zu rasieren, da das, wie ich hoffte, bei den Frauen besser ankam, als wenn ich als halber Bär aufgetaucht wäre.

Ich traf mich mit meinem Kumpel ein paar Strassen vom Club entfernt. Ich merkte, dass er, ebenso wie ich, ziemlich aufgeregt und geil war.

„Wie weit gehen wir, wenn die wollen, dass wir beweisen, dass wir ein Paar sind?”, fragte mich mein Kumpel.

„Gute Frage.”, erwiderte ich.

„Naja, ich gehe nur bis zum Küssen.”, murmelte er. „Ich würde dann lieber mehr bezahlen, als wenn ich…” Er ließ den Satz unbeendet.

Wir waren angekommen. Der Club befand sich in einem unauffälligen Mehrfamilienhaus. Der einige Unterschied war, dass alle Fenster milchverglast waren und mit Vorhängen undurchsichtig gemacht wurden.

„Los geht’s”, murmelte ich. Ich nahm meinen Kumpel an der Hand und wir gingen zum Eingang.

Drinnen war ein Korridor mit mehreren Türen und einem Tisch, an dem eine Frau saß. Sie war so gegen 25 Jahre als und sah ganz süß aus.

„Hi, was kann ich für euch tun?”, fragt sie.

„Ähm, wir wollen in den Club.”, meinte ich verlegen.

„Ja, wir sind ein Paar”, fügte mein Kumpel hinzu.

„Ah, ja”, sie lächelte. „Ein Paar also. Naja, ich will euch das mal glauben”, sie lächelte immer noch. „Ich muss aber mal kurz auf eure Ausweise gucken, nicht das ihr noch zu jung seid.”

Wir gaben ihr unsere Persos. Sie sah kurz drüber und gab sie uns zurück. Dann bezahlten wir den Eintritt.

„Die Umkleiden sind die erste Tür links. Unsere Gäste sind meist nackt, aber alles ist erlaubt. Von der Umkleide aus, kommt ihr zur Bar. Das erste Getränk geht aufs Haus. Viel Spaß Jungs!”

„Den werden wir haben!”, sagten mein Kumpel und ich fast gleichzeitig.

In der Umkleide angekommen, suchten wir uns zwei Schränke und zogen uns aus. Wir hatten beide schon einen Halbsteifen, als wir zur Bar gingen.

Leider schien noch nicht viel los zu sein, denn außer einer Blondine an der Bar und ein älteres Pärchen, das miteinander rummachte, war keiner da.

„Du stehst doch nicht auf blond oder?”, grinste mich mein Kumpel an.

„Viel Glück!”, sagte ich zu ihm, und schon setzte er sich zur Blondine.

Nun war ich allein. Vielleicht würde ich in einem der anderen Zimmer was finden, dachte ich mir. Also begann ich einen kleinen Rundgang durch den Club.

Im ersten Zimmer befand sich schon ein Typ, der sich gerade von eine molligen Brünetten einen blasen lies. Ich sah ihnen kurz zu, in der Hoffnung, dass sie mich zu einem Dreier einladen würden. Leider waren die Beiden mit sich selbst beschäftigt, also zog ich weiter.

Die anderen Zimmer waren entweder Leer, oder es bot sich ein ähnliches Bild, wie im ersten Raum.

Ich kam schließlich in dem SM-Raum an. Dort befand sich ein Andreaskreuz und eine Frauenarztliege. Ich beschloss, hier zu warten, escort kadiköy vielleicht hatte ich ja Glück?

Nach ein paar Minuten hörte ich hinter mir Schritte. Dann fühlte ich einen Hand an meinem Po, die mich erst streichelte und dann einen kräftigen Klapps gab. Ich gab ein kleinen Schmerzeslaut von mir, doch ich drehte mich nicht um.

Dann schoben sich zwei Hände unter meine Arme hindurch und streichelten kurz über meine Brust. Die Person, zu denen die Hände gehörten, hatte schwarze, glänzende Handschuhe aus Latex an. Es war ein komisches Gefühl, aber nicht unangenehm. Die Finger der Hand suchten meine Brustwarzen. Als sie sie gefunden hatten, begann die Person, sie kräftig zu zwirbeln. Ich stöhnte auf. Ich fühlte Atem an meinem Ohr, als kurz darauf ein Mund an mein Ohrläppchen knabberte.

Die Person hörte auf zu knabbern und fragte: „Na, bist du geil?”

Scheiße, dachte ich, die Stimme gehört definitiv zu einem Mann. Ich befreite mich aus seinem Griff und drehte mich um.

Der Typ war so einsachtzig groß und schlank. Sein Gesicht konnte ich nicht erkennen, da er eine schwarze Latexmaske trug. Da er Obenrum nackt war, konnte ich sehen, dass er gepircte Nippel hatte. Seine Handschuhe gingen bis zum Ellenbogen und er trug auch kniehohe Stiefel, aus dem selben Material. Mein Blick blieb in seinem Schritt hängen. Er trug eine Art Kondom, aus schwarzem Latex, dass über seinen Schwanz, den ich auf 18 cm schätzte, und über seinen Sack, in dem zwei dicke Eier lagen, ging. Darüber hatte er sich einen Cockring gestülpt. Obwohl ich hetero war, machte mich sein in Latex gehüllter Schwanz an, wie er so auf mich zu zeigen schien.

„Und, bist du nun geil, oder nicht?”, fragte er und machte einen Schritt auf mich zu. Er packte meinen Sack, zog daran und drückte meine Eier fest. Ich stöhnte ein kurzes „Ja”.

„Wie du siehst, bin ich auch geil”, er deutete auf seinen harten Schwanz. „Und du wirst mir jetzt helfen, den Zustand zu ändern hast du verstanden?”

Als ich nicht gleich antwortete, drückte er wieder meine Eier fest zusammen. Ich stöhnte wieder ein kurzes „Ja”.

Er drückte meinen Eier wieder zusammen: „Das heißt „Ja, Herr”, du kleine Sklavensau!”

„Ja, Herr!”, bestätigte ich ihn schnell. Ich glaubte unter seiner Latexmaske ein Lächeln zu erkennen. Er ließ meine Eier los.

Ich musste zugeben, dass mich die Situation irgendwie geil machte. Vielleicht lag es an seinem strengen Ton, vielleicht an meiner „Ausgehungertheit” oder vielleicht war ich auch etwas schwul, auf jeden Fall erwartete ich gespannt seine Befehle.

„Runter mit dir und leck meine Stiefel. Aber wehe, du fasst deinen kleinen Sklavenpimmel an!”

„Ja Herr!”, antwortet ich unterwürfig und ging auf alle Viere um seine Stiefel zu lecken.

Ich erkannte mich selbst nicht wieder, als ich begann, seine Latexstiefel abzuschlecken. Ich leckte erste seine linken Stiefel ab, von der Sohle bis zum Schaft, dann den anderen. Immer im Wechsel. Das Material war sehr glatt und schmeckte nach einer art Gummi oder Plastik. Ich musste stark gegen den Drang, mein Schwanz zu wichsen, ankämpfen.

„Genug!”, befahl er und zog mich an den Haaren in Schritthöhe. „Und jetzt schleckst du meinen Schwanz ab und vergiss meine Eier nicht!”

„Ja Herr!”, antwortet ich keuchend und begann mein Werk.

Ich leckte über seine Eichel, den Schaft entlang und dann über seine dicken Eier und wieder zurück. Er stöhnte genussvoll, als ich wieder und wieder über seinen Prachstück und seine Hoden leckte. Der Geschmack war der selbe, wie seine Stiefel, doch ich fühlte seinen heiße Prügel und seine Eier durch das Latex. Außerdem escort bayan stieg mir ein leichter Schweißgeruch in die Nase. Ich war so geil wie nie zuvor und wollte nur noch, dass er mit mir zufrieden ist. Gierig schleckte ich seinen gesamten Schritt ab.

„Mh, das gefällt der kleinen Sklavensau!”, stöhnte er. „Jetzt blas meinen Schwanz, bettel darum!”

„Ja Herr!”, antwortete ich etwas außer Atem. „Bitte, Herr, ich möchte deinen geilen Prügel lutschen! Bitte, fick meinen Mund, mein Sklavenmaul braucht deinen Schwanz!”

„Mh, ja, kleine Slavensau, ich fick dein Maul!”, meine er triumphierend. „Sperr deine Sklavenschnauze auf!”

Willig öffnete ich meinen Mund. Er packte grob meinen Hinterkopf und rammt sein Gerät in mein Maul. Ich glaubte, dass er ihn bis zum Magen durchschiebt und musste leicht würgen.

„Wehe du kotzt auf meinen Schwanz!”, ermahnte er mich.

Ich versuchte durch die Nase zu atmen und mich zu beruhigen. Nach ein paar Sekunden hatte ich mich gefangen und begann zu saugen, wie ein hungriges Baby an der Mutterbrust. Er streichelte dabei meinen Kopf und drückte mich fest auf seinen Prügel. Am liebsten hätte ich mein Schwanz gewichst, doch er hatte es mir ja verboten.

Nach ein paar Minuten begann er sein Becken vor und zurück zu bewegen und drückte gleichzeitig mein Maul auf seinen Schwanz. Ich versuchte dabei weiterhin zu saugen. Er stöhnte geil, wie ich so vor ihm kniete und er mein Maul vögelte, während ich schmatzend an seiner Latte saugte.

„Das machst du geil, deine Maulvotze ist zum blasen wie geschaffen!”, stöhnte er.

Ich verdoppelte meine Anstrengungen aufgrund dieses Lobes. So blies ich seinen harten Knüppel bis er mich von seinen Schwanz wegstieß.

„Leg dich auf die Liege, ich will deinen Boypussy ficken!”, befahl er.

„Ja Herr!”, sagte ich gehorsam und ging zu der Liege. Sie war mit Leder bezogen. Ich fragte mich, wie viele Leute hier schon gefickt wurden und wie viele davon Männer waren. Egal wie viele, ich würde gleich auch einer davon werden.

Etwas unbeholfen legte ich mich auf die Liege und legte die Beine auf das Gestell. In dieser Lage war mein Arsch förmlich auf dem Präsentierteller.

„Weil die kleine Sklavensau so schön geblasen hat, werde ich dich gütiger weise dehnen.”

„Danke Herr!”

Er drückte mir seinen Zeige und Mittelfinger in den Mund. „Schön nass lutschen, damit es schön flutscht!”, meinte er gehässig.

Nachdem er der Meinung war, dass die Finger feucht genug waren, schob er sie in meinen Arsch. Es war ein sonderbares Gefühl, etwas im Arsch zu haben, was da nicht hin gehörte, aber es war beängstigend geil.

„Mh, du bist eng, kleine Sklavensau! Hat dich schon mal jemand gefickt oder hattest du schon einmal etwas im Arsch?”

„Nein Herr!”, antwortet ich Wahrheitsgemäß.

„Schön, eine Jungfrau!”, er lachte, während er mich mit seinen Fingern fickte. „Der Anstich ist etwas besonderes, etwas einmaliges, du solltest es genießen. Ich werde es jedenfalls!”

Er war dann wohl der Meinung, dass er mich genug gedehnt hatte und zog seine Finger aus mir heraus.

„Bettel um meinen Schwanz!”, befahl er.

„Ich möchte von dir gefickt werden Herr, bitte fick mich! Mein Sklavenarsch braucht deinen harten Schwanz. Bitte, bitte, Herr, ich brauche es so dringend!”

„Du brauchst es aber wirklich, kleines Bückstück!”, er lachte. Jetzt spuckte er in seine Hand und verrieb den Speichel auf seinem Schwanz und meinen Arsch.

Er positionierte seinen Prachtlümmel von meinem Loch, hielt meine Beine fest und schob ihn dann mit einem ruck hinein.

Ich stöhnte laut auf vor Schmerz. Ich glaubte, es würde meinen escort ataşehir Arsch zerreißen. Er lachte jedoch nur: „Beiß die Zähne zusammen, wenn du dich daran gewöhnt hast, willst du, dass ich ihn nie wieder raus ziehe!”

Ich schloss die Augen und versuchte mich zu entspannen. Der Schmerz ließ langsam nach und machte platz für einen neues, geiles Gefühl. Ich fühlte die Wärme seinen Schwanzes, ich fühlte wie er zuckte und mich ausfüllte. Mein Schwanz schmerzte fast vor Geilheit.

Er schien zu bemerken, dass ich mich entspannte und dass ich begann, seinen Prügel in meiner Boyfotze zu genießen.

„Und, ist es geil, Sklave?”, fragte er mich.

Ich lächelte: „Ja, Herr, es ist geil, deinen harten Prügel in mir zu haben.”

„Es wird noch geiler!”, lachte er, zog seine Schwanz zurück und stieß ihn wieder hart in meinen Arsch zurück. „Gott bist du eng! Mh, ich glaube, das halte ich nicht lange aus!”

Trotzdem begann er das Spiel zu wiederholen, erst langsam, dann immer schneller. Immer wieder rammte er Prügel in mein jungfräuliches Arschloch. Was würde ich doch dafür geben, mich wichsen zu dürfen.

Er schien zu merken, dass ich vor Geilheit fast platzte. Er genoss meine Qual und rammelte meinen Arsch weiter mit voller härte.

Schließlich hatte er ein Einsehen: „Na, Sklavensau, du erträgst es kaum mehr, was?”, keuchte er. „Du darfst jetzt wichsen, aber wehe, du kommst vor mir, verstanden, du Dreckstück?!”

„Ja, Herr, danke, Herr!”, stöhnte ich zurück.

Ich begann nun meinen stahlharten Knüppel zu wichsen. Er lachte kurz auf, als er meinen erleichterten Blick sah und ließ seinen Stöße härter und schneller werden. Wir stöhnten beide um die Wette.

„Ah, du bist so eng, kleine Sau!”, stöhnte er hart. „Mh, ich komme gleich!”

Seine Stöße wurden unkontrollierter bis er sich verkrampfte und seinen Saft aus seinem zuckenden Schwanz in das Kondom schoss. Ich spürte alles, das Krampfen, das Zucken und das Spritzen. Ich hielt es auch nicht länger aus und schoss auch meinen Saft raus, direkt auf meinen Bauch und meine Brust. So heftig war ich noch nie gekommen.

Er beugte sich vor und gab mir einen leidenschaftlichen Zungenkuss. Es war der geilste Kuss, den ich bis dahin bekommen hatte. Ich erwiderte ihn begierig.

Wir züngelten ein paar Minuten herum, während er noch seinen abschwellenden Schwanz in mir hatte.

Er löste sich von mir und zog seinen Schwanz heraus. Er hatte recht gehabt, ich wünschte mir nun, er würde ihn nie wieder raus ziehen.

„Du wart eine geile kleine Sklavensau!”, lobte er. „Von nun an gehörst du mir!”, es war weniger ein Befehl, als eine Feststellung.

„Ja, Herr, ich gehöre nur dir!”, antwortet ich befriedigt.

„Wie ist deine Schranknummer?”

Ich nannte sie ihm.

„Ich gehe jetzt. In ca. 10 Minuten gehst auch du.”, befahl er und ging.

Ich gehorchte und wartete, bis ich glaubte, die Zeit wäre um. Dann ging ich, mit wankligen Beinen, in die Umkleidekabine. Der Spint meines Freundes war schon Leer, dafür lag ein Zettel und ein 50 Euroschein in meinem Schrank.

Auf dem Zettel stand: „Du warst geil heute Abend. Vergiss nicht, du bis von nun an mein Eigentum. Der 50er ist für nächste Woche, selbe Zeit, selber Ort.”

Ich grinste: „Worauf du dich verlassen kannst”. Ich zog mich an und ging. Draußen wartete mein Kumpel schon auf mich.

„Boah, ich dachte du kommst da nie raus! Was hast du da drin solange gemacht?”, fragte er mich.

Ich grinste nur und sagte: „Ein Gentleman schweigt und genießt. Warum bist du so schnell wieder draußen?”

Er wurde rot: „Naja, es war halt schneller vorbei, als gedacht…”

Ich lachte und verabschiedete mich von ihm. Komisch, dachte ich, ich bin hierher gekommen um eine Frau zu vögeln, doch dafür wurde ich von einem Kerl gefickt und hatte den besten Sex meines Lebens, obwohl er mich nahezu dazu gezwungen hat.

Ich grinst und freute mich schon auf nächste Woche, wenn ich meinem Herrn wieder dienen durfte.

I had been curious about being with guy for a long time. I really wanted to suck cock and could not stop thinking about it. I found a gay hookup site and talked with a few guys. I told them that I had never been with a guy before and I was a bit shy. All the guys were very understanding but only one understood that I needed a guy who would be a little forceful with me.

He kept trying to set up a meeting with me so he could feed me his cock. I was a little unsure so he asked if we could chat on the phone instead.

After we chatted for a little while about my urges, he let me know that he was hard and stroking his cock. He asked what I would do if I was there with him. I had dreamed of sucking cock for so long so I had imagined this scenario a thousand times.

I told him I would get down on my knees between his legs and start to kiss and lick his cock up and down the shaft. He groaned deeply and I could tell he was working his cock. I got so hard thinking this guy was jerking to my fantasy. I described how I would lick around his cockhead and hold his balls in my hand. Then I told him I would take his cock deeper in my mouth and swallow him deeper. He groaned again and I could hear he was breathing harder.

“Do you want to swallow my cum?” he asked.

“Yes, shoot it in my mouth.”

“You’re going to make me cum.”

“Feel my mouth going deep on your cock.”

“I’m really close.”

I stroked my cock and listened to his heavy breath.

“I want to taste your cum so much. Make me swallow it.”

That escort acıbadem took him over the edge. He moaned loudly and started to cum.

“Hmmm fuck, eat my cum.”

I shot my load at the same time. I couldn’t believe that I just helped a guy shoot his load.

“We should really try this in person.” he said with a little laugh.

I agreed. I was ready now. Feeling his lust and hearing him cum made me eager to go further. We arranged a meeting for two days later. He wanted to meet me in his truck in a secluded spot.

We met early in the morning and I found his truck and pulled up next to him. I got inside and was sitting next to him. This reminded me of my college days when I would find a secret place to park with cute girls who would go down on me. Now I was the one who was going to go down. It was really exciting to have a guy wanting my mouth on his cock.

After chatting for a few minutes, he said, “I brought breakfast for you.”

I was a little confused. Then he pulled his shirt up to reveal his hard cock. His pants were open and he was rock hard. His cock was really long and had a nice curve. Again, he was taking charge to keep things going.

Now I was looking at my first cock. Now I knew this would really happen. I was too nervous to make a move. So he put his hand on the back of my neck and guided my mouth closer to his hard cock. It was and inch away from my lips and I was scared.

“It’s just like a lollipop,” he said as his eyes moved between my mouth istanbul eskort and the tip of his cock.

I think this guy had initiated a few guys before. He knew I was nervous and knew how to keep me from backing out.

He took his hand away and I remained there with my lips an inch away from his cock. I leaned down and kissed the tip of his cock. He took his hands away to let me know I shouldn’t hold back. I slid his cock head between my lips and licked around it. I was surprised that it felt so natural. I didn’t need to think about what to do. It was all just instinct.

I felt his hand on my neck again and I slid my mouth farther down on his cock.

As his cock filled my mouth, he said, “Good boy.”

I couldn’t believe I was bent over sucking a guy’s cock in his truck. So many times I had a girl hunched over me in my car and now I was the girl. I loved thinking that he was getting so much pleasure from my warm mouth.

“That’s really good. Take it deeper. Keep some suction on it while you move up and down.”

His cock felt so hot on my tongue. His hand on my neck told me that I couldn’t stop until he was done. Before we started, I was really nervous about letting him shoot his cum in my mouth. Now I was so eager to make cum and feed me.

His breathing was very heavy now and he was moving his hips to slide his cock in and out of my mouth.

“When I cum, don’t stop sucking.”

I moaned to let him know would not stop. A strong desire to serve him and please him had welled escort şerifali up inside me. I was so excited by this new feeling.

He groaned loudly and he pushed his cock deep into my mouth. I felt his cum shoot into my mouth. It was so hot and he was so loud. I swallowed quickly and tried to keep up. I was shocked by how bitter and salty his cum tasted and he kept squirting more. Part of me wanted to stop and spit it out but at the same time, I really wanted to give him a great orgasm. He had a handful of my hair and fucked my mouth like a wet pussy.

“Swallow my cum. Keep sucking.”

My mouth was so wet and slick with his cum. I think it must have felt so good for him.

I kept swallowing and sucking his hard cock. I could feel him twitching on my tongue. He held my head tight and pushed me down on his cock.

“Just hold me in your mouth.”

He held me down for a long time. He finally pulled my head back and was there looking at his wet cock now wet from my mouth. He started to stroke his cock and squeezed the tip. A single drop of cum appeared.

“That’s for you.”

I put my lips to his cockhead again and sucked out the hot drop of cum. I kept my lips on his cock and licked his peehole clean.

I sat back and savored the strong taste of his cum. He held the base of his cock and waved it around.

“This is available for you anytime.”

I’ve been sucking him for a while now. I love to make him cum. He likes to call me and tell me he has a 3-day load for me to swallow. My heart starts to beat faster when I hear his voice on the phone and I imagine him rubbing his hard cock through his pants.

He keeps asking about fucking me. I’m really nervous about anal but I think he’ll find a way to persuade me. Serving him orally is so amazing so I think letting him fuck my ass would be an even deeper level of submission.

About one year ago, I had my first ever gay experience, and I will never forget it, I now recount this life changing story to you to enjoy.

I was quite well built, but thought I could shape myself even more. I have long light-brown hair, which is “lusciously” thick. I have strong broad shoulders which extend into nice strong arms. Going down my body, I have a thin layer of fat covering my nearly showing six-pack, but I am not disappointed. (I have stepped up my work-out however). I have a nice smooth 8 and a half inch cock which was nicely wide. My legs are powerful.

Anyway, my story starts with me deciding to look at some gay porn. That time, I was merely experimenting, but that I would just look at the man on man action, and turn away in disgust. However, after watching a few seconds of this hunk getting fucked by this 10 inch cock, I found myself with a rock-hard erection. Next thing I know, I’m cumming long strings of cum all down my legs. I now had a new mission. I needed to find a man to fuck and suck, to confirm my new-found curiosity.

I was 18 at that time, and I was in my last year of school. I went in to meet one of my friends and saw someone walk past me who made me remember my fantasy. His name was Robert, and I had always assumed him gay, even though he hadn’t come out of the closet. I followed him into the toilet, and found him pissing in one of the urinals.

“High”, I said to him, standing to urinals down from him, pulling my nob out from my trousers. He muttered a reply. I commenced my pissing and had a quick glance down at his cock. It was, beautiful. It was about 8 inches and it was slightly brown, very smooth. He had a small circumcision, and I loved every bit of it. I was now fighting the urge for an erection. That settled it, Rob was going to be the first person I experimented on. He had a good shape. Not as thin as me, nor as tall, but was very strong, and his legs were beautiful. I couldn’t wait to see his ass in the flesh. escort çekmeköy From what I knew, he was a virgin. Unlike me.

At lunch I managed to catch up with him.

“Hay, how you doin'” I quickly asked, and without waiting for a response asked; “do you wanna come over to my house this weekend and watch a movie or summing”.

“Umm, yeah, I guess so.” he replied simply (he was never very good with words). And with that I walked away, again, fighting off an erection as I imagined me sucking his glorious cock.

The next two nights, I wanked simultaneously over him. But on Friday, I decided to save up. I wanted to give him everything I had.

At three o’clock, he arrived, and we went upstairs to play some table football, and some Fifa. With my parents away, I definitely new I had to do it soon, or else. So, casually, I asked him if he had any favourite porn sites. He named a few lesbian sites, nothing to get my hopes up. So, I asked him if he wanted to watch some of my favourite sites. I drew up a chair by the computer, loosened my jeans a bit, and opened up a straight porn site.

For a while, we watched this teen get fucked, while she screamed in ecstasy. I glanced over to see his eyes watching the screen, but the cock in his jeans did not seem too impressed.

“Hmmm… No joy from that… lets try something else…” I said to him. He nodded in recognition, then, as I typed in one of my favourite gay porn sites, saw his eyes widen.

“Do you mind? Or are you not into that?” I asked inquisitively.

“Ermm, I didn’t know you were gay.” He said with a grin.

“I’m not. I’m bisexual. Enjoy” I casually replied as I started up the movie of this really hot twink sucking off his mate. After a while, I started to see a sizable lump growing in his trousers (along with my own, which was already hard). I decided to make the first move. I reached over and started massaging his cock. istanbul eskort He shivered slightly, but did not object, so I continued to massage his now growing member.

“How about we get a bit more comfortable?” I asked. As I reached to undo my belt, he stopped me and stood up. Bending over me, he kissed me. It was a long passionate kiss in where our arms explored each other’s bodies. It was extremely hot, and one of the best kisses I ever had to this day, man or woman.

I pulled off his shirt and he unzipped my jeans as I stepped out of them. I started kissing all the way down his body. Starting with his chest and his powerful arms, working still down to his belly button, which I licked and sucked, then finally, I took of his jeans, and found a beautiful cock standing to attention. I marvelled at it for a few seconds, and then continued to kiss and lick around his cock.

I took one of his balls into my mouth and started to suck it. I heard him very audibly moan as I did this. I then transferred to the other, sucking it deeply, then finally taking both into my mouth and swilling them around while he shouted “Fuck, that feels sooo good! Please, suck my dick uhhh!!” Obeying his orders, I started to lick up and down the side of his cock, being careful not to touch his head, then, after much more pleading and swearing on his behalf, I took the head into my mouth.

It was a sensational feeling which I will never forget. I licked the precum off of his head and started to work my way down. Suck on it, and licking it. He started to moan again, as I slowly bobbed up and down on his throbbing member.

After a few minutes of this he started to moan even louder, and I took this as a cue to quicken my pace. I licked and sucked, and even tried to deep-throat, but I could stop myself from gagging. “YES! OH MY GOD YESSS!!” He cried as his orgasm approached. “Oh my god, I’m cumming!!!” At this, I put his cock as deep as I could in escort içerenköy my mouth, and then felt the power of his load shoot into my throat. He cummed so much that some started to slowly seep out of my mouth. After his barrage of cum subsided, I licked the remains off of his cock, and we stood up and took our actions to my bed.

I turned him over, and he lay there as if I was going to give him a massage, and slowly started to bite and lick his ass and glory hole. I reached his glory-hole and started to lick it clean. He gently moaned out loud as I stuck my tongue into his but hole. I tongue fucked him for a while, and then got the lube from the ledge next to my bed. I spread some onto my finger, then gently around his anus, before slowly putting in one finger and finger fucking him. Then I added a second. He started to moan. I added a third finger and he gasped.

“Are you OK, do you want me to go on?” I said.

“Don’t stop” he replied. So at that, I lubed up my throbbing cock, and fed it very slowly into his virgin asshole. It felt so amazing as I pushed, inch-by-inch into his but. Finally, my full 9 inches was submerged, and I was ready to start. I bent over him and whispered into his ear to check he was ready. He nodded. So I slowly started to go in and out. “Relax” I said softly as his gasps penetrated the air. After a few more pumps, I felt him loosen a bit, so I quickened the pace. It was such a fantastic feeling to be pumping his fine ass bareback. The events of the day made me quick and nearly already ready to cum. We were both moaning now, as I felt him add to my motion. We continued. I felt my self spasm from a mini-orgasm, as I continued to fuck his ass. “AHH, I’M CUMMING!!!” I exclaimed, as I continued to fuck his ass. I pushed forward, then he pushed back, and I shuddered and started to cum lengths of my cum into his ass as I shouted in pure joy and relish. It was an amazing feeling as I collapsed onto the bed.

“That was great” I gasped towards him. I rolled towards him and started to kiss him.

“Yes” he replied (not one with the words).

“You know, I think we should become fuck buddies” I said

“Definitely” he said.

This is not the last encounter with my fuck buddy. There will be many more tales where this comes from.

I leant my hip against the veranda rail and drank my coffee as I gazed out over the green of the mountains and the string of houses nestled in the trees along the shore. All reflected back to me in the silver mirror that was the early-morning lake.

When I’d finished my coffee I wandered back inside and into the kitchen. Hank was there, wearing nothing but a pair of running shorts while consulting a recipe book and frowning. I dipped my finger into the beaten contents of the large mixing bowl standing on the bench beside him, and then I reached over and smeared the cake mix around his right nipple. Hank yelped and turned, making it easier for me to spread it in the dark hair and over the hard brown knob.

“Hey,” he laughed, as I bent to suck the sweet cake mix off the hairs surrounding his dark nub and large aureole. Licking them clean, tasting the salt under the sweet goo. Feeling his nipple harden and his breathing get faster. Meanwhile, my cake mix-coated finger was moving to his left nipple and spreading the mixture over that dark spray of hair and the exposed skin.

I lapped and sucked that one clean too, my cock stiffening as I ran the last of the mix down to his quivering belly and followed it with my tongue. My own tool began to press against the material covering it, and my hand finally slipped into his shorts and grasped the root of his cock. I slowly slipped my hand along his engorging length, loving the growing firmness of him as I pulled his seven inches free of his shorts. My tongue stretched out to his cap and I tasted him there. Yum.

“Uh, oh.” Hank gasped as his hands moved to my head. “Give me five minutes,” he croaked, pulling my head up and bringing our mouths together. “I have to get this in the oven soon, or it wont be any good for tonight.”

We had visitors coming for dinner. Our mouths joined in a deep kiss, and I pulled him to me and we rubbed our stiffening cocks together briefly, both already hard and eager.

“Ok,” I replied in a growl, “Five minutes. And if you aren’t lying naked on the bed by then, I’ll be coming after you,” I added, smiling. Looking into his dark, laughing, incredibly sexy eyes. “Yum. Have I told you lately how good you taste?” I asked, in my deepest voice.

“Frequently,” he told me huskily, “Now go. Or this cake will be ruined.”

***

There had been no life for me before there was Sandy. I had thought I was getting along fine, but I was wrong.

I had always thought of myself as an asexual sort of guy. I had been lost in my studies and then my job, not even realizing that there was anything else to life, when I’d been enticed to go on that blind date I refer to as “the disaster.” We were parked at a seaside lookout point in my new convertible—I later suspected I only was along because of that convertible. Ned was in the backseat with his date, and I heard them going at each other hot and heavy. Then the girl I had been tagged with started rubbing up against me in the front seat and running her hand between my legs. The blood rushed to my ears—I could hear that over the noise of the surf below us. I panicked. And that ruined the evening. It wasn’t until years later that I realized that all of my senses that evening were tuned into the sounds of lust that Ned was making there in the backseat.

How was I to know, though? My parents were cold people. They never touched each other that I could see. They certainly didn’t touch me. It was all striving ambition for them. For me as well as them.

I didn’t know until Sandy came along anything about myself, really. I only discovered myself—my wants and desires and capabilities—slowly. Slowly, as his cock entered me that first time and filled me and thrilled me and moved endlessly inside me. I had never known what a moan of pleasure was until I was nearly twenty-five.

And if it hadn’t been for the misunderstandings, I probably still wouldn’t know.

The cake that day. And I laugh about this. I was proud of my cakes. Vain, really. That dinner party was important to me. There was a lot of time and effort and money invested in that cake. And yet, when I heard the sound of the timer telling me it was done, I didn’t care. Fuck the cake was all I could think. Sandy was arched over me, kissing me on the lips and the eyes, and in the hollow of my neck, while his hard, hard cock was moving ever deeper inside me. Fuck the cake was all I could think. And fuck the dinner party, if it came to that. I would be here, my legs spread wide for my lover for just as long as he was moving deep inside me.

We made do with almost-stale ice cream.

***

I remember it was a Tuesday. Not Monday. No idea why, as I have a bad memory for days and dates. I can’t remember the date. The month, yes. It was August. Late. So it was a Tuesday in late August.

The guy who had been behind the counter came over with the bill. “I’m sorry we’re closing now,” he said, and I had looked up and seen that the small café was empty. Except for me.

“Sorry,” I said vaguely, and stood up, finding I was unsteady on my feet as I fished out my wallet and put $50 into his hand.

“Enough?” escort yakacık I asked, feeling the full effects of the bottle of wine I had had with my late meal.

“I’ll get your change,” he replied, and moved off.

“Keep it,” I mumbled, feeling like giving it all away.

My life was in ruins and money was a minor thing just at that moment.

I shuffled out onto the street, and the heat hit me. A hot damp evening. No, night. It was very late, and the usually busy road was empty; not a cab in sight, and I ended up walking all the way back to my apartment by the river. Revived by the fresh air. I often walked home. That was why I lived there, it was only a fifteen-minute walk to Morton Grey Developments.

At the entry door, I bumped into a guy leaving. He was dark and lean, but strong looking and masculine with it, and pulling some sort of small bag on wheels. He smiled slightly as he passed me, and somewhere in my fuzzy mind it registered that he appealed to me and that it was a long time since I had fucked anyone. Even longer since it had been really memorable. I turned to watch him walk to the edge of the road as a cab pulled up, and I stood and watched him get in and be driven away. He looked back at me briefly, and then I turned away and went in through the main entry door and forgot him.

Morton Grey Developments. I worked there. And on that Tuesday I had found my career collapsing into ruins. That was why I was crawling home late. That was why I had gone out to eat and had too much wine over a late dinner eaten alone. That was why I saw him—the first time.

At Morton Grey we had our weekly progress meetings on Tuesday mornings. And that morning Dave had bypassed me and handed our big new project to Malcolm Morrison. Malcolm had joined us six months before, coming over from a large private developer specializing in luxury retirement projects.

“It looks like Forest Lake is going ahead,” Dave had said, and a murmur of approval went around the table.

The project was big and had come up against some environmental problems that had seen the design team reworking it for the last two years. I had been sitting back at the meeting, needing something new to get my teeth into and waiting hungrily for Dave to put it my way. I got all the hard ones, and the really big ones. Ever since I had first come to Morton Grey I had been focused on being the only choice to take over Dave’s job when he retired.

Instead, he had looked at Malcolm, and said “Malcolm, I think that Forest Lake will benefit from your experience at Paradise Cove.”

Surprised murmurs rippled around the table, and I went cold, and my smile froze.

A few minutes later he handed me Milson Park, a small inner-city development. Very small by our standards. A nothing project by mine, I thought.

“And Sandy, call my wife,” he added, looking right at me, “She wasn’t to talk to you about the weekend.”

“I hope you aren’t too upset about Dave giving the Forest Lake project to Malcolm,” she said, after some desultory small talk.

I wasn’t shocked she was behind the decision. I knew Dave relied heavily on her advice in some things. I just felt hurt and betrayed.

“Why?” I asked, clenching my fist, my anger showing through in my voice.

“Its time you did something but work, Sandy. Its four years now since Lars . . . died. I’m sorry, but someone has to say it. To do something. There’s more to life than work. And anyway Milson Park is special. You’ll like working on it.”

“I wanted Forest Lake,” I replied stonily, and there was a few moments silence.

“Do you do anything but work out at the gym and work? Tell me, honestly.”

“That’s not the point,” I replied angrily.

Lars. There was hardly a day I didn’t think of him. He’d worked in the emergency department of the local hospital and had died there. Stabbed repeatedly in the neck by a drug-crazed patient he had been attending to.

Rebecca and Dave had been more supportive than anyone else afterward, and I owed them both. I’d had nightmares regularly in the first year. Seeing Lars in a pool of blood, me struggling helplessly to stop it, waking exhausted and in tears.

That Tuesday had dragged, and I had left work depressed. Part of me knew that Rebecca was right. But most of me didn’t want to admit it or deal with it. I decided my life was a mess, and after sitting alone in my flat—which had been Lars’s and mine—I felt even more depressed and had finally gone out to have something to eat. And I had walked home more drunk than sober.

On Friday I took a walk over to the site for Milson Park. And there my work brain took over. I suddenly saw that it might be a small project, but that in its own small way, it was as challenging as Forest Lake. And it was probably the most exclusive project we had ever built. The half dozen residences were all spread over several levels at different angles, which maximized privacy and views. Looking at the plans and the site, I could see that the architect had done a great job. His name wasn’t familiar; bayan escort istanbul he was someone new, not someone I had worked with before.

But the site had problems with access and the slope of the site was difficult, and I knew that it was going to take up a lot of my time for such a small-sounding project. And I’d need to work closely with the architect. I wasn’t sure that some of what he had in mind was going to be practical.

On Saturday night, I went to Rebecca’s party. I had tossed up the idea of not going, but knew that was petty. I owed her and Dave too much. So instead I arrived on the dot at 7 pm.

Rebecca made a fuss of me, and as few other guest were there yet, she dragged me into the study and gave me her new “you need to get out and find someone” lecture. I mumbled and got annoyed, but I tried not to let it show. I downed a strong drink, and as soon as she released me, I wandered to the bar and got another. I usually didn’t drink more than the odd glass of wine.

I knew nearly all the faces at the party. I went to most of their parties, and had for years. When I first started at Morton Grey, I had hesitated to take Lars the first time I was invited, but he had insisted. And we had been accepted as a couple without comment. Fortunately, Malcolm wasn’t there today. I wasn’t sure how I would have dealt with that. But it wasn’t a party for the staff, it was more of a family party.

At some stage I saw a face I recognized, but was surprised to see, and couldn’t quite place. By then I was feeling rather mellow and was certainly not sober and the party was quite noisy. Then Dave brought the familiar stranger over and introduced him. “Sandy, I want you to meet Frank, he. . . . ,” Dave said more, but it was lost in a sudden shout of laughter and the general hubbub, and I smiled and shook hands and said ‘Hi.’ and Dave moved off.

“Nice party,” I said, almost shouting “Where do I know you from?” I asked. I recognized Frank, but still couldn’t place him. But he had given me an encouraging look over, and I found him surprisingly appealing.

“Rebecca,” Frank replied, and I could hear his American accent, over the noise of the party, as he continued talking. “I’ve been taking cocks, four of them, all day. A mixture. They came out well.”

I had no idea what he was talking about, and to be honest I was shocked at his openness, but it sounded incredibly hot and I liked the look of him and I was half drunk. And the last few days with time on my hands I was suddenly feeling hornier than I had for months.

I leant in and put my mouth to his ear, “So do you want to take my cock too? Fuck all night?” I asked.

Frank jumped back and went red and gave me an odd look. “I don’t think so,” he said coldly and turned and walked off.

Great butt I thought, as he moved away, shame he’s such a stuck up slut. The party moved on, and I got a bit drunker and then got into the birthday cake. It was more than good. Rebecca told me it was her nephew Hank’s special Milky Way cake.

“He bakes all the cakes for me,” she said, “he’s very versatile.”

I didn’t know about the versatility, but he could certainly make a great cake. I was ready to go before the party started to break up, and when I found Rebecca to say good-bye, she was talking to the very hot and good-looking, well-fucked, but stuck-up slut Frank.

“I’m off,” I said, moving in to give Rebecca a kiss.

Rebecca hugged me, “You may as well share a taxi with Hank then,” she said. “He’s ready to go and he’s temporarily living in your apartment building.”

“Ok,” I said, shrugging, having no idea which one Hank was, and not really caring, “I’ll go and call the cab then.”

As I ordered the cab, I saw Rebecca having a tense discussion with Frank.

“It’s coming; I’ll wait outside.” I told her when I had finished the call.

“Hank will go with you,” she said, and pushed Frank forward and left us.

“But. I thought you were Frank,” I said, wondering how drunk I was.

“No. I’m Hank,” he replied coldly.

“Oh,” I said, “Rebecca said . . . oh, you are the guy who lives in my apartment building,” I added foolishly, suddenly remembering where I had seen him before—our previous meeting at the entry door to the apartment building.

“Yes,” he replied.

The cab came and we got in and rode silently into the city. I saw his hand covering his lap and was sure he had an erection, and was getting a bit sick of his coolness and superior look. And I was horny and angry and annoyed with Rebecca and. . . . And well lots of things. Like half drunk.

As soon as we were inside the entrance to the building, I pushed Frank, Hank, whatever, up against the wall, and, with my face right in his, I said, “You couldn’t resist telling me you were getting fucked all day today. By four guys. And how good it turned out. So how come you don’t want to be fucked all night? Or is your boyfriend waiting for you?” At the same time I grabbed his mound, surprised at the size of his growing dick, and I squeezed it.

“You’re mad,” he gasped, “I did not tell escort bağdat caddesi you anything like that. Get off.”

Hank pushed me harder than I expected, and I staggered back, still feeling his stiffening dick in my now empty hand.

“I told you I had been baking cakes all day. Baking. I made Rebecca’s birthday cake, and the three others, the carrot cake, the yellow Cake, and a coconut cake. You’re a lunatic, with a serious drinking problem. And don’t you ever touch me again,” he added, shaking with anger and glaring at me, before he turned and sprinted up the stairs and out of sight.

A few moments later I heard a door bang closed somewhere up above me. I looked at the empty stairs, my cock staining at my pants, my hand still hot from the heat of his mound, my open mouth desperate to taste his.

“Shit,” I said out loud. “Shit.”

***

That first encounter with Sandy, that first misunderstanding-based encounter was when my life started. I know that now. Before that, I hadn’t lived. I was as cold as ice—as frigid and as dead on my feet as my parents were. I gauge my life in two parts: before and after Sandy’s cock entered me. The first part a cold death, the second part hot, hot overflowing of life, the scorching, freeing, imprisoning feel of the hot poker searing my insides, melting me, branding me as alive in the very center of me.

But those two parts don’t divide so evenly. That awkward pass he made at me in a drunken stupor in the foyer of our apartment building. That was the beginning of the beginning. He cradled my penis through the thin fabric of my trousers, the first time since that unfortunate blind date in my convertible that anyone had touched me there. And although it enraged me, it also inflamed me. I didn’t consciously process it at that moment, but somewhere, somewhere deep inside me, I knew that I wanted that hand there. That I wanted much more than that. I wanted to be writhing underneath this man as he thrust inside me and moved in and out, endlessly.

I stumbled up the stairs to my apartment, and, as I had done on many a lonely night, I lay on my bed, naked, and stroked myself. But whereas before I never dreamt of anything while I was masturbating other than relief followed by untroubled sleep, this night I dreamt of Sandy fucking me as I masturbated—and I engorged and sighed and flowed as I never had before. The beginning, although I told myself before entering a restless sleep that I never wanted to see that man again. I totally misunderstood. I genuinely thought I wanted the ice rather than the heat.

* * *

Having made a complete fool of myself on Saturday night I spent Sunday getting over my hangover, going to the gym and dropping into the office and having another look a the plans for Milson Park. I left a message on the architect’s answering machine, asking if he could call me to arrange a site meeting as soon as possible.

On Monday I seriously got stuck into organizing the first stage of the project. And I worked on the ones I was still finishing off on. I got back from lunch to find the architect had called, and someone had checked my diary and made an appointment already for the site meeting at Milson Park. I frowned, a bit annoyed, but I could make it so I left it.

On Wednesday I walked up to the site and looked over it yet again as I waited.

“Hi, are you Sandhurst Cullen?” a voice asked from behind me. I hadn’t heard a car pull up, and I spun around, jerked out of my reverie. And yes, I had recognized the voice too, it was him. Hank, Frank whoever. Shit.

“I thought your name was Randy,” Hank said angrily.

“No. Sandy,” I replied in shock, “And you are Hanrob Moore? The architect?” I replied, hoping it wasn’t true.

“Yes,” he replied grimly.

We looked at each other for a few minutes, knowing that we had to work together.

“Um, they are great plans,” I said. “Um, I’m sorry about the other night. I misheard what you said,” I added.

Hank seemed to relax a fraction. I didn’t, I just wanted to reach out and take hold of him. And I could hardly stop myself. I’d have fucked him right there on the bare ground of the muddy site if I could have.

***

I was panicked when I fully understood it was him. I had never wanted to see him again. Or, so I had convinced myself that I never wanted to see him again. I could feel the heat starting to rise. Little did I know that it was the ice of my former life that was melting away—that forever now it would be heat, that whenever I was alone with Sandy for the rest of our lives, he would find me only in gym shorts, staving off the heat. He was that hot for me, the burning poker buried deep inside me.

I was sure he could feel the heat coming off me—that he could tell I was hyperventilating behind the calm exterior I was trying so hard to project—as he stood there and spoke enthusiastically of this Milson Park project. It was from that moment that I began to love him—not just to lust after him, but to love him for far more than what was swinging between his legs. The Milson Park project was a small jewel, possibly the best opportunity to show creativity and both form and function that I had ever had—and perhaps ever would have. But it was a small project, something nearly every builder and architect would pass over for something big and flashy. And Sandy was talking about it just as I felt about it. He could see what I thought only I would be able to see.