Emmy’s 18th Birthday

It is 1978. Disco rules the airwaves. Iran teeters towards revolution and New York City was still recovering from the Fiscal Crisis of 1975 and the Black Out of 1977. Inflation, economic stagnation, and malaise take their toll on post-Viet Nam America. It is a turbulent time to come of age.

1-Preparation and Anticipation

Sunday, May 21, 1978

“Since your 18th birthday last week was so disappointing,” Emmy’s mother, Grace, started with an assumption, “And your father and I have that Memorial Day thing with the Lonegans,” followed by a new bit of information. Who the heck were the Lonegans? “Chester Bradley would like to take you out on the town in the City on Thursday. I told him not to let you have too much alcohol.”

Emmy was annoyed that her mother assumed her birthday had been disappointing. Her mother was right, Emmy’s notorious lack of a social life was well commented upon. There was no one she could really call a close friend, certainly no boyfriends, so no party. Emmy would have felt better just staying in, but her dad insisted on taking her out for her first legal drink. The young woman awkwardly sipped on a rum and coke while her father polished off three bourbons on the rocks. She appreciated the effort and intent of her father, but it did not hide how generally empty her life was.

It also annoyed Emmy that her mother had ditched her only daughter for this milestone birthday. Grace said she needed to catch up with an old college friend. Emmy had been closer to her mother, who was always there, than her father, who was frequently away on business. When he was home, she seemed to be last on his list of priorities. The times when her dad was home were the times Emmy learned to entertain herself, he demanded all of Grace’s attention then. A glass of wine at the kitchen table with her mother would have meant more than a bad tasting coke in a smokey bar with her dad and a room of creepy old men.

She was finally annoyed that her mother was trying to control how much she had to drink when she was legal. All that annoyance was overwhelmed by the tidal wave of joy brought on by the knowledge that Chester Bradley wanted to take her out on the town. Not to the zoo or some museum, but out in the grown-up world.

She really hoped he would rape her. Emmy snapped herself out of it. The box of erotica had gotten to her. But she did hope to have sex with him. Rough sex would be great, too. This might actually happen! If he wanted her that way. What if he didn’t? What if he was just being nice? How could she make sure he did want her?

“So, your father and I will be leaving Tuesday,” Emmy heard her mother say. It was Sunday now and her birthday celebration was Thursday. “And be back the Tuesday after. Possibly Wednesday if we’re really having fun.”

Emmy had no idea what was going on. She should pay better attention.

“You weren’t paying attention, were you?” her mother asked patiently.

“No,” Emmy confessed. “Sorry, Mom.”

“I know it seems like we dropped this all on you, but we talked about this at Josh Zimmerman’s Bar Mitzvah,” the older beauty said patiently.

“Mom, that was three years ago,” the young blonde protested. She tried to recall that day. What she most remembered was a cute 22-year-old hitting on her until her dad scared him off.

“I know, but the plans haven’t changed,” her mother rebutted cheerily.

“Is this that sailing thing?” Emmy finally had some recollection.

“See, you do remember!” Her mother clapped her hands together.

“Kind of,” Emmy was trying to remember more about it other than they were going sailing.

“The Lonegans have a yacht and we are going with them and a few friends to Isula di Schiavi, stuffy old grownup stuff.” They had planned this three years ago and never thought to bring it up again until now? “Gin and tonics and pinochle, that sort of thing.”

“Okay,” Emmy said, realizing she would be parentless for at least a week. “I’m on my own?”

“You’re eighteen and soon off to college,” the older beauty said dismissively. And what did she mean off to college? “I think this is a good test of your responsibility. You’ve got finals on Monday and Tuesday and can skip the rest of the week if you want. It’s not like you are going to hang out with all your pals. Just call in sick and pretend you’re me.”

“Should I take the train into the city?” Emmy switched to logistical problems.

“Oh, heavens no!” her mother exclaimed at the thought of her beautiful daughter riding the train alone. “Chester Bradley will come for you.”

“Mom?” There was something Emmy had always wanted to ask. “Why do we call him Chester Bradley and not Chester or Mr. Bradley?”

A look of puzzlement crossed her mother’s lovely face. Emmy sometimes forgot that her mother was a beautiful woman.

“We just always have,” Grace said with a sigh. “Obviously, he knew your father before your father met me. That’s how we were introduced, and it always had such a nice kozyatağı escort flow to it.”

“Chester Bradley.” Emmy said, trying out the feel of it. “Does have a nice ring to it.”

“Chester Bradley,” her mother echoed.

—–

Tuesday, May 23, 1978

The quiet blonde breezed through her two days of finals. Emmy might not be social, but she was smart. If she had really tried, Emmy could have achieved a 4.0 gpa, but she only really put effort into the subjects that interested her. The idea that she was finished with high school forever was still sinking in, this was a huge milestone in her life that just seemed like another Tuesday. She felt that the big event, bigger than the graduation ceremony on Saturday that she was planning to skip, was seeing Chester Bradley.

Grace and Eddie left on schedule and Emmy had a boring Tuesday night watching Happy Days, Laverne and Shirley and Three’s Company. She turned it off when she saw they had on a summer fill-in instead of Soap. The blonde teen curled up naked in bed and reread her favorite parts of The Story of O. The amount of anal sex in the Story of O made it Emmy’s favorite smut, even if some other parts didn’t do it as much for her. She just could not really get into whipping for the sake of whipping. Whipping as punishment or for training she could see. But she felt the girl should have to do something to earn that much pain. She thought she would do something bad just to see what it felt like, though.

—–

Wednesday, May 24, 1978

Wednesday began with the phone ringing. Emmy was in a deep sleep, and it took several rings for her to realize what the noise was. She stumbled out of bed. The closest phone was in her parents’ room. She was halfway to the door of her room when she realized she was naked, but remembered she was home alone. She must have been having one heck of a dream, because she woke up with a wet pussy.

The phone kept ringing. Whoever was calling was persistent. She ran the last few steps and picked up the powder blue rotary princess phone receiver from her father’s nightstand.

“Hello?” she said. She looked at the clock, it was 545am. No wonder she was not awake. Who called that early? What had she been dreaming about?

“Listen,” the other voice said. It was Chester Bradley! As soon she heard that word in that tone, though, her brain switched off.

“Okay, so be ready to go at 1000pm tonight and we will start your birthday celebration at midnight,” the familiar voice of her dream man said.

“Sounds good,” Emmy heard herself say. “I’ll see you then.”

She looked at the clock again, it was 630. Her ear was hot and sweaty from holding the phone against it. Her arm was tired, too. She blinked, curious about what had happened over the last 45 minutes. But, just like at the pool party, her curiosity quickly evaporated.

Emmy knew the plan for the night. Chester Bradley wanted to start her birthday celebration, exactly one week late, immediately at midnight. The lovely teen would be picked up at 1000pm. She would be ready to go then.

On autopilot, Emmy threw on a robe and went downstairs. She opened the front door and found the package she knew would be waiting for her. It was the outfit he wanted her to wear tonight.

Without looking inside, she set the package down in her room. Emmy hoped he would want her. She had fifteen and a half hours until her adventure with Chester Bradley would begin, she had to do something to pass the time. The18-year-old, fortunately, was well skilled at passing time. She found her favorite chair, got out her sketch pad and returned to a picture of Chester Bradley she had been working on. It was, of course, based on her seeing him shirtless at the pool party.

Emmy looked at the clock again. It was 930pm. And there was someone else here, doing her hair. She was sitting at her makeup table and an older Italian lady was chattering away. The young blonde realized that even though she did not remember doing anything in the last fourteen or so hours, she had memories of that time. It was a very odd sensation, like seeing a movie of herself. She had gone to a salon, got her legs and pits expertly depilated, and, she realized with a start, her pubes were trimmed, too. A nice Laotian lady had done it all professionally and without much chitchat.

After that she had eaten a couple slices of pizza from the place next to the salon. That was good pizza, she recalled, and hoped to remember to go back there. Then she went home for a nap, woke up a two hours later, took a shower, and Vicki arrived.

Vicki was Chester Bradley’s go-to mobile hair and makeup girl. They had met back in the sixties when she was doing stuff on Broadway, and he was Chester Bradley. Now, she had a new grandbaby and just did jobs like this on the side for extra cash. Emmy realized she knew all this because Vicki had been talking nonstop for the last hour. Maybe tuning out had been a blessing.

“And erenköy escort done!” Vicki proclaimed. “Ooh, I gotta go, hun. My daughter’s heading to work soon and I’m on baby duty. I love it! You look great, doll, and I hope you have a great time!”

Even faster than she talked, Vicki was out the door.

Emmy stood and looked at herself in the full -length mirror.

“I’m beautiful,” she said amazed.

Emmy was dressed in a short, black cocktail dress. It was sleeveless with thin shoulder straps. The cut was not too low, but offered a glimpse of her firm breasts. It was tight, and hugged her figure, but still comfortable. The hem fell no more than three inches below her butt, she knew would be tugging it back into place all night. The dress showed a lot of skin, and she looked good in it. She had grown nicely, her breasts filled out and her legs had a lovely tone to them. The black dress contrasted nicely with her blonde hair and fair complexion.

Emmy was surprised to find a double strand of pearls around her neck and matching earrings on gold posts in her ears. Her high school class ring was gone from her right hand and in its place was an intricate gold and sapphire ring. Whose jewelry was this?

Her long blonde hair was styled up, with way more hairspray than Emmy would have used on her own. She had to admit it looked good. With her hair up, her graceful neck was exposed, accented by the pearls at the bottom. Her makeup was beautiful, Vicki was amazing. Her pale complexion was given more color, but not too much, and her green eyes highlighted.

Emmy was 5’5″ and the medium heels added another couple of inches. And made her curvy butt look good. The only practice the teen had in heels was for the assorted formal social gatherings she was required to attend as the daughter of an upper-middle class family on Long Island. She walked back and forth down the upstairs hallway to get the feel of the shoes. When Emmy felt comfortable, she did three or four trips up and down the stairs and felt safe she would not embarrass herself.

“If Chester Bradley doesn’t fuck me tonight, he never will,” Emmy said to herself. If he didn’t, she could always go on the subway alone in the middle of the night dressed like this and she was sure someone would be willing to rape her. That was probably a bit much, she just had no idea what she would do if this night did not go the way she wanted.

Ten minutes to go. She knew Chester Bradley would be on time, he always was. She walked around the house and turned off the extra lights, doing her part to help in the latest energy crisis, this moral equivalent of war. He had not told her to bring anything, so she made sure the back door was locked and waited.

When the old grandfather clock that had been passed down since her grandfather won it in a poker game chimed ten, she rose and walked to the door. Before she made it, there was a gentle rap. He was on time as always.

2-The Drive

Emmy opened the door to a large Black man with the butt of a holstered pistol visible in his open jacket. She was a little disappointed, she was expecting Charles Bradley himself.

“Mr. Chester Bradley is waiting in the car for you, Miss,” he said with a low rumbling voice. He looked at her small handbag. “He says to leave that, bring nothing. He will take care of everything.”

“My ID?”

He shook his head and laughed.

“If you are with him, you won’t need ID,” he assured her.

Knowing that there was a key under a flowerpot around back, Emmy, bringing only what she had on, pulled and locked the door to her house. She did not realize it at the time, but it was the last time she ever set foot in that house.

Emmy noted all the details on the short walk from the front door to the waiting black 1978 Lincoln Continental Town Car. It was starting to cloud up, but still warm. A gibbous waning moon tried to pierce the clouds and light pollution. She felt the breeze on her bare legs and up her skirt (only now did she realize that she was not wearing underwear), heard her heels on the sidewalk.

The driver opened the door and Emmy saw the chiseled features of the man she had desired her entire life.

“You look absolutely beautiful, Emmy” he said as she climbed in. “A stunning young woman.”

Now that she was face to face with the object of her desires, she became shy and nervous. When the driver shut the door, Emmy slid close to the door and played with the hinged top to the ashtray.

“Thank you for doing this, Chester Bradley,” Emmy said and nervously met his gaze.

“Chester Bradley sounds too unwieldy,” he said to her. “Why don’t you just address me as ‘Sir’.”

“Yes, Sir,” Emmy quickly said and found she loved how it felt. “Thank you for taking me out for my birthday, Sir.”

“You are most welcome, dear Emmy,” he said. “Sorry I could not be there last week. I cannot imagine a drink with Eddie at Knight’s Bar was much fun.”

“He harem escort tried,” Emmy said in defense of her father, “but I could barely see him with all the smoke in the place and it took me three times washing my hair to get the smoke smell out and this old guy kept staring at me.”

Emmy kept babbling on in her nervousness until he turned her head and silenced her with a quick kiss on the lips.

“After this trip to the city, you will be a complete woman,” he said.

The implications ran through her. Did he really mean that? Was he going to take her virginity?

“Now, slide closer to me,” he said to her. “This is a big car, and you are too far away.”

“Yes, Sir,” Emmy liked when he told her what to do.

The young light-haired beauty slid so she was almost next to him. He put his arm around her shoulders and pulled her the rest of the way.

The touch of his strong hands on her bare shoulders was electric.

“I’ve been waiting a long time to have you, and I will,” he said to her softly. “I am going to change your entire world, open up parts of you that you did not know existed. You will make more sense by the time I am done with you.”

He did not speak any more about that, but spent the rest of the trip talking about anything else. Mostly he ranted about how the new safety and emission standards were killing the American automobile. But his arm never left her shoulder.

“Iran is going to be trouble,” he said at one point, segueing. from the last oil crisis. He removed his arm from her shoulder, but now his hand rested on her bare thigh. “The Shah is just not cutting it,” he began.

Emmy’s entire attention was on the hand on her thigh, and not in the troubles of the Peacock Throne. His hand, powerful and rough, was on the smooth skin (freshly shaved!) of her thigh. His fingers were slightly spread, covering more area that way, she figured. If she tried, she could feel each individual finger resting on the top of leg.

Her nipples were hard. That was supposed to happen, right? She wondered if he noticed. His hand shifted, the fingers coming together and moving ever so slightly down to the sensitive inside of her thigh. Emmy froze, not wanting to ruin the moment. He continued to talk, turning to the possibility of peace between Egypt and Israel.

Emmy’s foot was falling asleep. She needed to move, but she did not want her date to get the wrong idea and think she was moving to get him off her. Emmy shifted, stretched her legs straight out for a second, then crossed them with the other leg on top. Quickly, so there was no misunderstanding, she took his hand and put it back on top of her leg. She did put it a little farther up and a little more on the inside than he had left it, just in case he had any trouble getting the hint.

Chester Bradley apparently got the hint. Instead of just resting casually on her thigh, it now caressed and stroked her, exploring her.

“You have beautiful thighs,” Chester Bradley complemented Emmy.

The young blonde blushed and rubbed her thighs together with his hand in the middle.

“Thank you, Sir,” she said.

Emmy looked out the window, they were in the city. The hour-and-a-half drive had disappeared in a haze of Iran and fuel standards.

Manhattan was at its low point. The city was broke, crime was up and much of the tax base had fled to the suburbs. It seemed more destined to be an apocalyptic wasteland, and not some of the world’s most expensive real estate. The police, fire and sanitation services were all overworked and underpaid; morale was low, and it showed in the condition of the streets.

The car turned into a darkened parking garage. Graffiti covered the walls and garbage collected seemingly everywhere but in the few trashcans. What did Sir, as she now began to condition herself to think of Chester Bradley, want with this place? Emmy had never been out in the city at night, a couple of sketchy looking guys eyed the expensive car but kept their distance. Emmy curled up closer to her protector.

A man sat in a box of bulletproof glass watching a tv and manning the gate to the garage. The driver pulled up, rolled down his window and handed the man in the box a business card and a crisp twenty-dollar bill. The man in the box looked it over, nodded, and without a word of thanks for the money, opened the gate. They pulled around a corner and waited.

“Are we safe here, Sir?” Emmy asked.

“Of course we are, dear,” he assured her and gave her bare leg a rub. “As long as you are with Baker and me you are fine. I would not suggest you walk alone around here, though. A pretty young thing like you, dressed like that…”

The overhead door in front of them opened. Baker pulled forward and turned off his lights. The door behind them closed and lights flicked on in the passage outside. They drove down a narrow ramp, the turns tight enough that Emmy worried about the big car making it, but the men had no concern on their faces. Emmy knew she should not worry, but she was so far out of her element here. Her father kept her away from the dark parts of New York City.

The car stopped in front of a set of doors where a man in a formal suit manned a small counter. He stepped forward sharply and opened Emmy’s door. She looked quickly at Sir for approval. He nodded and she slid out.

It first came from her chest. The pain from Jaden bursting her virgin pussy wide open was so intense that she felt her ribs sink into her sternum. Her eyes shot open wide as she felt a low, guttural moan escape her lips like she took a fastball to the kidney. A warmth trickled down the inside of her thighs and down her ass as she tried to keep from passing out. Jaden wasn’t moving in and out, he just kept his impossibly large cock firmly lodged balls deep inside Alice’s quivering pussy.

But a new sensation began to take hold of Alice’s entire being. A switch in her brain was flipped and immediately, Alice understood what it was. It was her hidden, true, submissive self coming into the light. And looking into Jaden’s eyes directly above hers, feeling literally attached to him, she knew she would never go back. She, Alice Pemblot, was HIS, forever.

Slowly, Jaden rocked in and out, every slight movement illciting an animalistic moan from deep within Alice’s soul. Jaden positioned himself so he was the big spoon and Alice the little spoon, his cock harpooned into her keeping them locked together.

“That first thrust always hurts the most. It’s better to just get it over,” Jaden said while kissing her neck.

“I…it’s yours, Daddy. Do what you want,” Alice barely managed. Even though her pussy bled and felt like it would be shredded into confetti if he moved another inch, she began to love the pain; and love Jaden even more.

Jaden expertly slide his left arm around Alice’s throat and grabbed her right shoulder, slightly choking her and locking her into place. He then hooked his right arm beneath Alice’s right knee, lifting her leg and exposing her stuffed pussy to the window overlooking the lake. He slowly thrust his massive cock in and out, holding Alice into place while he brutalized her tight little hole.

“Fff…fuuuuuck!” Alice screamed. “Hurt me more, Daddy!”

A thick, calloused hand clamped down over her mouth just as she felt Jaden’s cock slam balls deep into her again. Alice’s half pain, half orgasm scream was muffled by Jaden’s palm as he slammed into her again and again. With each thrust he made sure she knew her place.

“Your…body…every…fucking…inch…belongs…to…me…bitch!”

Just when Alice’s vision narrowed into a blissful, pleasure-induced tunnel, Jaden slowly lowered her leg, gently kissed her ear, nibbling on the top, and rubbed her clit softly as he slowed his hammering to a gentle lovemaking thrust.

“You can always trust me to never hurt you beyond what you can handle. You’re mine now, so I will protect you.”

Alice’s head, heart, and pussy were all on the verge of exploding. She couldn’t love anything more than she loved Jaden. She was absolutely hooked.

“I…I don’t care about me, Daddy. I just want you to be happy. Whatever you want, use me to get it.”

Jaden smiled and turned Alice’s face to meet his. “Then let’s make you mine,” he said between kisses.

He slowly pulled his blood-covered cock out of Alice’s now defiled çekmeköy escort pussy and it exited with an audible POP! Alice exhaled in relief and disappointment. She hoped they weren’t done yet!

“You’re the best cocksucker I’ve ever had,” Jaden said matter-of-factly. “So come here and clean my cock before I really fuck you.”

Jaden lifted her off the bed and set her on her knees on the soft, off white carpet. Relieved that he wasn’t throwing her out, Alice quickly admired Jaden’s cock. His thick, spaghetti noodle veins ran the length of his massive shaft that by now was completely covered with her fluids. She felt lucky to have such a massive, expertly used cock as the first to enter her pussy. She doubted if she’d ever really want another. But all that was thrown out of her head when Jaden ran his thick fingers through her hair. Her mouth automatically opened, and he thrust his blood-streaked cock deep into Alice’s throat. She momentarily felt the urge to gag, but she had learned from Ainsley that boys prefer a deepthroat blowjob.

“It’s so demeaning!” Ainsley would complain. “They just think they can fuck our throat like it’s a pussy! It’s like, back off already!”

So despite her lungs screaming for air and her brain sounding the alarm for more oxygen, Alice knew her Master came first so she let him assault her throat and would trust him to keep her from passing out. She tasted the iron saltiness of her own virgin blood, the tangy taste of her pussy cream, and Jaden’s salty-sweet precrum dripping from the tip of his cock. Tears streaked down her face and she almost passed out when Jaden gave one last hard, full thrust, pushing his cock deep into Alice’s esophagus and feeling the pop as her throat accepted the enormous invader. As he slowly snaked his cock out of Alice’s throat, she gasped for air, but kept her tongue out, eyes firmly fixed on his as if asking for more.

“Not yet, baby. I need to truly mark you as mine.”

Jaden lowered her head down until her forehead touched the carpet. He pushed the small of her back down which raised her ass and pussy up into an inviting, totally exposed position. Alice tilted her head slightly to the side and saw herself in the mirror. She had never found herself more attractive nor felt as comfortable in her own skin as she felt right now. She was totally vulnerable and exposed and at Jaden’s mercy…and she loved it.

She moaned loudly as Jaden rubbed his cock up and down, slathering it with her thick pussy juices. Her legs slightly shook in anticipation.

“I hope you know,” Jaden said calmly. “I own you. Forever.” Alice could barely register what he was saying, she was nearly comatose in pleasure.

“I don’t take that lightly. I mean it. I will treat you as I please, but that also means I’ll treat you well. Do you understand?”

Alice mumbled something that ended in a “Puh…pleeeease…daaaa…daaa…deee!” She needed his cock. Bad.

“So you need to promise me one thing,” içerenköy escort Jaden suddenly stopped rubbing his cock against her pussy, which made Alice look back at Jaden through the mirror. He looked serious and almost pleading her with his eyes to listen to what he was saying.

“Yes, Daddy. Anything. I’m yours. Forever.”

“No more birth control.”

Alice was stunned, the reality of her commitment no longer just a verbal submission. No longer just a tool for sexual pleasure. This was real. Forever actually meant something to Jaden.

“Do…do you want to get me pregnant?” Alice asked, trying to make sure she understood Jaden exactly.

“Like I said,” Jaden explained calmly. “It’s time I mark you as truly mine.”

Alice took a good ten seconds to respond, her mind coming to grips with the reality she was now confronted with. But the answer was easy. Once Alice got her priorities aligned properly, there was only one real answer: true happiness was in total submission.

“Daddy, if you want to knock me up, my womb is yours. Forever.”

Jaden smiled at her through the mirror. He looked down, a little embarrassed at how relieved and happy he was to hear Alice’s answer. He looked so cute when he was excited! But soon, he looked back at Alice with those predator eyes, smiled his wicked smile, and said plainly,

“Good.”

As he mounted his new conquest, Alice was shivering in anticipation. The truth was she hadn’t taken any birth control in a year. The one she had taken made her feel bloated and irritable. Plus, she wasn’t in danger of getting laid…much less pregnant. So until today she hadn’t put much thought into it. If Jaden was serious about knocking her up, he just might do it.

This time, Jaden wasn’t gentle. He pushed his massive tool into her pussy, which would have been gaped beyond enjoyment for anyone except Jaden. He slammed into Alice again and again. The sun streaked into the room, warming Alice’s face on one side just as the constant rubbing against the carpet burned the other. Suddenly, Alice jolted in pain and pleasure as Jaden slid a finger into her ass. He pressed it down so the pad of his index finger could feel the top of his cock with only the thin lining of Alice’s ass between the two.

Alice lost her voice from the moans. She came again and again, a constant stream of ass-play and an all-out assault on her tight pussy making for an insane combination of physical pleasure. Jaden’s heavy balls slapped against the top of Alice’s pussy and when he suddenly tensed up, Alice’s soul brightened knowing she was about to be truly HIS.

“NOW YOU’RE FUCKIN MIIIIIIINE!” Jaden roared and came like a freight train deep inside Alice’s unprotected pussy. Rivulets of cum slid down Alice’s legs as she basked in the feeling of being inseminated.

Slowly, Jaden pulled out of her messy pussy and Alice immediately turned around, got on her knees and cleaned Jaden’s cock. As Jaden winced at the overstimulation, dragos escort his phone rang. Still with his cock firmly lodged in Alice’s mouth, he answered.

“Hey baby! Sure come on over, I’ve been thinking about you the last hour. Ok see you in 30. Love you.”

The humiliation was intense and turned Alice on more than she could handle. “Had Jaden really been thinking about his girlfriend while taking MY virginity?” Alice thought. But her thoughts didn’t last long.

“My girlfriend Madison will be here soon. You should jump in the shower then get going. There’s water in the fridge downstairs in the gym. Help yourself but please make sure she doesn’t see you. I don’t want this to end.” He smiled at her and brought her in for a long deep kiss. He playfully smacked her butt as she headed off to the shower.

That little line at the end was all the hope Alice needed. “He DOES care about me!” she thought to herself as she turned the water on, quickly filling the bathroom with steam. As she washed herself quickly, the soap and water stung her freshly ravaged pussy, reminding Alice of what she’d committed herself to.

Alice finished the shower quickly, being sure to gather into a ball all her loose hair, which she promptly flushed down the toilet. She quickly changed back into her clothes and opened the bathroom door. Jaden greeted her with a smile and a kiss. “See you again soon, beautiful.” Alice could only giggle an awkward “goodbye handsome.”

Alice crept down the stairs, turned to the right and opened the door to the gym. The room smelled like a locker room, except for the heavy smell of bleach coming from the wrestling mat. Alice opened the fridge, got a bottle of water, then looked around. She saw all the medals and trophies lining the wall. She saw the gym equipment and wrestling gear neatly arranged everywhere. As she plopped down on the couch, the motion sensing light went out. Alice got up from couch to turn it back on, but suddenly thought better of it. She went to the light, turned it off, and stumbled in the dark back to the couch.

“I’m staying,” Alice thought. “I want to hear them together.”

Headlights flooded into the garage through the top windows of the garage door. Even in the early evening dark, once the headlights were turned off, the garage was returned to pitch darkness. Alice heard Madison’s footsteps on the gravel walkway to the laundry room. The door opened, the stairs creaked softly as Madison climbed up. She heard Madison call to Jaden as he showered then heard Madison plop down on his bed. Madison put on some music and didn’t hear the downstairs door open, the stairs slightly creak, nor the zipper slowly lower. Alice was in position at the top of the stairs to see her Master and his queen together. As a large wad of Jaden’s potent cum slowly trickled out of Alice’s freshly fucked pussy, the scene in front of Alice was something Alice both craved and hated; the submissive’s constant struggle. Using Jaden’s cum as lube, Alice rubbed her pussy while looking at the girl who replaced her on her Master’s bed.

Jaden came out of the bathroom and fell on top of Madison, engulfing her in a deep, intimate kiss. “I love you, Maddy,” Jaden whispered. Alice heard it all…and loved it. And hated it. But she kept rubbing herself. She kept watching. This is what she craved: the ultimate submission.

Why Do I Do It?

I am often asked that question.

My name is Steven, my work name Stevie943, I am often asked why do I do sex work? My boss got me into it, true but not completely; this is my story.

In the beginning there were Dinosaur’s according to anthropologist’s they were gay making them the biggest fuckers in town, that may be how it all started but my first time was somewhat less momentous.

I was at my friend Gordon’s 18th birthday party, I was 19 two weeks before, my birthday party was held in a local park, lots of beer, fast food, excursions behind hedgerows no not for that. It all went well until the Park Police suggested it was time we went home, rain was expected; it didn’t. Gordon’s was a more subdued family house party I didn’t know any of them except his sister Jenny and her college friend Janene.

Gordon’s cousin Ricky and his friend Hector both twenty year old’s were also at the party, cadets in the Royal Military Police College {the feared Red Caps}. They got our undivided attention for their chosen career paths, Gordon and I were in awe with what they would be doing, by contrast, we were ordained by our college work into being boring accountants.

We all had too many beers, vodka’s too when Hector produced a tin off Yorkshire gummies, my first time, we became super confident and relaxed. Original plan was the four of us would sleepover on the floor of Gordon’s bedroom. We all ended up in his bedroom as naked exhibitionists with raging hard-on’s, that’s when Gordon made a pass at me. I fobbed it off he was always doing stupid things like that, Ricky and Hector pissed and high as kites egged us on to bang each other.

We were scared to try it, that’s when Ricky and Hector manhandled us onto a single bed and stared to bang both of us in unison, our first time. It was a quick muted affair because of the gummies and alcohol, but still erotically thrilling, we lay on our backs recovering in a euphoric state of ecstasy. It was then they swapped over and hit us again {a military term}, as we lay facing them this time with our legs hitched over their shoulders. We watched their facial contortions as their climaxes built and built as our bodies twisted and turned in ecstasy, until they unloaded and its drain away.

Remainder of night was blank, until we were woken by Gordon’s mother with morning tea. Ricky and Hector were gone, both of us naked in bed together, bedclothes dishevelled and needing laundered. His mother was horrified, her son was gay, his father said ‘don’t worry about it’; it didn’t help.

I wasn’t frog marched out of the house but felt like it. My sort off first and second time and I couldn’t remember any off it other than having a painful butt. We couldn’t say anything about Hector or Ricky as they would have been kicked out of the Red Caps.

Gordon and I are still good friends and study buddies although not intimate. A college sport was we fill in competition questionnaires to try and win freebies. I won a sponsorship for a student exchange visit to a College in Rimini, Italy. I was excited about winning but couldn’t remember who the sponsor was or for what, not that was important as it was just one of those lifestyle questionnaires.

After I arrived in Rimini went up to my halls of residents room to meet my roommate for the first time, Luca an Italian. He opened the door wearing only skimpy bikini underwear, was my height, short jet black hair, wonderful olive skin and toned body. Room originally a single now fitted out with two almost touching single beds.

My flight was late in, now in catch-up mode for the inaugural pool party meet-up. I went into the shower wet room, normally I am not comfortable striping off in front of strangers the room was small and didn’t have any choice. As I showered Luca stood in the doorway chatting and watching me stripped off and joined me in the shower, normally I would have been uptight about it but it felt ok.

Part of the deal was we to wear the sponsor’s sportswear on campus, Luca gave me my rainbow patterned speedos and matching flip flops. Our sponsor turned out to be a flamboyant Italian LGBT clothing group who were having their annual conference on the College campus. I felt good wearing them, sort of kinky, Luca looked good too.

At the pool about thirty guys were wearing rainbow speedos. Photographer’s had a field day lined us up, Luca and I were off-centre in the front row putting us at the pictorial epicentre. We were also photographed posing normally and erotically, individually and with our roommate, photographs went viral on the web with our bios. Explaining we were selected from a questionnaire that showed we were hiding our sexuality which was holding us back academically.

Luca and I had hit it off from the outset, during the party night one photographer followed us. Since Gordon’s birthday party with our Red Cap friend’s, I always wondered if I was gay. That night we went back to our room, both understood şerifali escort what was going to happen. Luca pushed the two beds together slid down my speedos, dithering and unsure I let him Dom.

It was the first pure thrill ride of my life, he was so gentile and caring, I was ecstatic pre-cuming before his climax its infill was euphorically copious, twitching and squirming in ecstasy as it drained. My turn his legs hitched over my shoulders, I struggled then like magic it all came together, entheausticly each stroke became more intense than its predecessor, climax building and building until I had to let go as a euphoric uncontrolled ecstasy.

I didn’t know until the next morning after having more wonderful rounds with Luca, he was on the game to fund his studies. His suggestion was we go down to the conference pool bar wearing our speedos, get picked up by some businessmen they like paying for no questions asked sex. I was still on last night’s high and the thrill of touting; I said ‘ok.’

Luca applied make-up to me for the first time, eye shadow, lip colouring, body rouge, potent perfume, I felt and smelled like a tart on the make. We were only at the bar for half an hour before two Germans propositioned us, bluntly with ‘how much’ ended up in their room for a foursome. I got banged and a blow job simultaneously my first, I found my confidence, learned a lot that day and got paid.

That night we went to a Molly Club {gay sex club} near the beach, Luca spoke to the Entertainment Manager, we didn’t need to pay to get in. This time we were to be dressed in provocative maroon micro club logoed wraps, guests wore plain white short wraps.

We were propositioned separately I went with a businessman to a cabin. He didn’t say much but wanted to film us making out, apparently banging a westerner is an Asian to-do list thing. He wanted a show, Luca had shown me how last night. It was a busy night we didn’t get back until after three in the morning.

Late afternoon we went back the Entertainment Manager wanted us for his afternoon ‘Senators and Nymphs Roman’ theme day. As Nymphs wore make-up and short paper rip-off dresses, felt great gave you a real buzz. I was in the first six nymphs to be paraded on stage, an Auctioneer ripped off one of the Nymph’s outfits to demonstrate what you get in addition to company. No shortage of bids, I went to a few cabins that afternoon each time I had my paper outfit ripped off before being banged.

Luca had also agreed with the manager we would give a premium late evening duo Bukakee show. It was totally illuminated, because of the stage lighting we couldn’t see anybody watching us but could hear them. We gave a live sex show, two nymph’s cat fighting ripping off each other’s clothes then fun wrestling until we banged each other in turn. It was and still is the most thrilling thing I have ever done. We were filmed live over their private web, our cat masks and makeup disguised us.

Club paid us a lot for those two days and the bukakee. Holiday over I flew home, flight was delayed by almost two hours on the tarmac, I chatted to a Swedish business man sitting next to me. By the time we took off had started to discreetly touch and flirt with me, after the past few days I let him and reciprocated. That night we stayed over at an airport hotel, it was the best night of the holiday no chaperoned and still got paid. I kept in touch with Luca he’s still on the game and attending conferences as a student looking to find his sexuality.

At college now more confident and getting top marks but bored being vanilla, on the way home some night’s I went via the local ‘red light’ area. One time I put makeup on to be recognised as being available, was propositioned by a fifty something Japanese businessman called Haryto. He was impressed by the Luca way, asked for a card didn’t have one but gave him my cell number.

A week or so later Haryto phoned would be in town and would like to take me out for a meal. I knew what that meant. Wasn’t what I expected, two of them, not a twosome but as a solo gratuity for a client, not the same felt ok but dirty.

Leaving the hotel I met my college friend Gordon he had an overnighter too. Apparently his mother kept harping on about his life preferences until he came-out and moved into his own place, which cost money. One of his college year students Tom was on the game, many students were. Introduced him to clients and now has his own regulars, last night’s was one.

I had told him about Luca not our paid escapades, I told him about last night and how it came about. Parting shot as we went to our classes he would pass on my cell number if he hears of anyone looking. Not a lot happened but managed to get regular below the radar gratuity jobs courtesy of Haryto.

College studies finished and qualified, after being bumped for a Government Treasury job because of my history. Managed to get a paid internship with a smallish but ambitious kavacık escort oil company as an assistant VAT account, boring, money was good better than good, and they would fund my Institute membership and exam fees.

VAT audit verification is a boring and thankless job, you are a sort of Friday the thirteenth to commission sales and cash flow based staff. I worked full time for the Company Secretariat dealing with mega sums of money still doing the odd legacy gratuity job on the side.

It was my 21st birthday friends including Gordon took me to a night club birthday party to celebrate my coming of age. It was one of those down a back ally underground cavern type places, reputedly owned at one time by a gangster called big Ger. Cafferty. Don’t know if that was true. From outside club entrance next door to a blacked out window Sauna, looked questionable. Inside was plush well decked out over two sub-basement floors. We were in the ‘Sub-Terraining Party Suite’ which hosted multiple parties each night.

No sooner had we arrived we were shown our table, as a birthday boy I had to sit ‘ominously’ near the dance floor. Beer’s and food started to flow each table had bowls off gummies and sniffer bottles which everyone used. After the party area filled, lights dimmed two birthday cakes with lit candles escorted by waiters in scanty white shorts and trainers arrived to the sound of happy birthday.

I had to go out to the middle of the stage, hoping it wasn’t like the time in Rimini, that’s where I met Archie the other birthday boy for the first time, for ritual blowing out of candles and hugs and kisses from the waiters. I was relieved when the birthday cakes returned back stage and I returned to my table.

Disco lights, loud evocative music, from stage smoke two male dancers, one in drag appeared out of the smoke and gave us an erotic striptease show followed by a live sex show. I knew something about that. One came over, naked, sat on my knee other on Archie’s knee, inviting us to stroke them, we did, nosily egged-on by the audience until they erupted.

I felt my shirt being unbutton as a naked dancer and near naked waiter escorted me onto the stage, Archie was already their. Although high I was focusing on containing my raging hard-on, didn’t feel them undress me until it popped out, everything was blurred after that.

Following morning I woke in a hotel room with Archie, both naked no bed clothes or anything to pull on. I moved to get up could feel my butt and dick throb, bed was dishevel we had a track meet, Archie got up too suggesting we shower.

Washroom was a wet room with multiple sprays cascading warm steamy water, in discomfort I leaned arms stretched out against the wall letting warm water run down my back. Archie used a douche spray on me, it worked. No towels it had a full body dryer, it’s like a super hair dryer except for people, I asked Archie how he knew about this place.

“Been here before I will show you where our breakfast and things are and enlighten you about last night.”

We sat at a two person table as we had our breakfast out of a box, bottled water and strong coffee; Archie explained.

“It was my 25th birthday yesterday, my friends treated me to a club birthday special, same as your’s. After we were taken onto the floor were stripped and danced naked with the two strippers. You were entheaustic although we didn’t actually do anything until we got here, I don’t think this was your first time?”

“At work as a junior VAT accountant, bored out of my mind checking and rechecking numbers started looking for something exciting. One night working late put makeup on walked through the red light area near the rail station, a business man propositioned me with ‘how much’ needed a thrill went to his hotel.

He was nervous might have been his first time propositioning anyone. I took the lead stripping us both off, it worked I had his attention started tantalising him allowing him to stroke me. I had spiked our ‘before going upstairs drinks.’ As he was banging me I twisted and turned teasing him on and on until he was exhausted and breathing heavy before I let him climax. Next morning I showered and went to my office from his hotel.

I never went out of my way looking for it just when I wanted a thrill, some of my friends on the other hand were proactive. My Boss, Company Secretary, knew I had gay friends, well everyone does these days, assumed I was gay too. One day asked me to take out a customer for a business meal, he had done that before, this time was different.

He was Japanese very down to earth we had a meal in a very expensive restaurant, talked about business and private lives. He made a point of letting me know he was gay, before asking.”

“Can we go to my room and continue our conversation their?”

“That’s what we did, showed me a gentile Japanese way to enjoy each other, next day we went into the office together. Whatever the deal was my boss caddebostan escort was happy about the outcome. After he left invited me into his office, opened a drawer in his desk, took out a brown envelope and handed it to me.”

Archie added; “I can show you some new tricks before we go a café I know.”

We arrived at what best can be described as a back street café, unless you knew it was there you would never find it. It had three large tables one was in use. Archie was greeted as a long loss friend asked how his birthday bash went. This is where he announced me.

“This is Stevie943, it was his birthday party last night too.”

I was introduced, first gave me his business card as Archie cut in; “yours are in your Club gift grab bag.” I hadn’t looked inside, opened it, found a small box of business cards, face side was a profile of the café. With my mobile number and a web site address I didn’t recognise. I handed out and received cards from everybody at the table. Archie explained to me and our intently listening audience.

“After we finished our striptease dance, he posed in their studio for photographs, the photographer loved the way he posed, I think he must have done it before. You will find photoshopped copies on the cards web site, part of the birthday party package.”

I checked out the web site, ten stills including two face photographs and a video of me doing a striptease act with a list of what I was prepare to offer; which was interesting. What caught my eye was ‘fees’ opened it still blank. Archie saw me looking.

“You have to activate it, we all are on that site this is our office and club house. You will get a special delivery letter here later this week, it will fill in the blanks.”

I seemed to be accepted by the group, one of my cards was pinned up on the notice board alongside dozens of others. We chatted about everything and anything but not what the business cards represented on that everyone was silent. I would have to wait for the letter, didn’t know what I had let myself in for but my body was palpitating with excitement.

Friday lunch time I went into the café, recognised a few faces, letter was waiting for me. If I typed in the pass word, the account would be activated within twenty four hours as would an offshore account, I knew how offshore accounts worked from my day job. Last night had been one of those ultra-boring bi-monthly account late nights, checking and rechecking figures ensuring we didn’t pay too much tax. Even went back via the local red light area; nothing. As my lunch arrive I pressed the activate button.

On the way back to the office I bought a new phone that could take multiple call sim cards, business, private and private private. Set them up checked my new web site, it was already active and receiving lots of views including an endorsement from Archie, no messages. I checked out the fees; amazing.

That Saturday afternoon I received my first call card, pressed ‘accepted.’ Put on face and body makeup dressed casual as requested. I had to drive 40 miles to a yacht marina complex and hotel, with only a room number. Took a deep breath knocked the room door he reminded me of Haryto and his client gratuities.

Had me strip erotically as he watched intently, I stood their as he quickly stripped. Wasn’t the in-bed type, had me stand leaning on a window sill looking out, warm hands on my hips started his foreplay which was exciting. I felt him push, it was enchanting the way he gently slid-in before the magic twinge, repeated it again and again and again, no hurry. Each thrust was energetic, his excitements and pace built before becoming erratic, I felt him unload, I enjoyed it. Finished I dressed and left, he went to his formal dinner date with a smile on his face.

On the drive back still hyper I stopped checked for messages, hits lots of hits no messages. That night and the next few days were an anti-climax. The end of the following week I was called into my boss’s office. He wanted me to take papers to a client for signature, not that unusual. Jolly on expenses to the big city.

I was booked on an overnight sleeper train. In the club car I shared a table with an uptight military type guy in his forties. After he sat down started flirting and leg rubbing which I was enjoying, received a call card from him; didn’t expect that.

He ordered a bottle of wine we went separately to his cabin. When I arrived was stripped, his anatomy said it all. I had just closed the door as he started to undress me, although one of the new double bedded cabins was compact; still fun. He wasn’t an exclusive Dom, things started to become interesting, particularly when we hit points. We were jostled about in our engaged harmony, I had been holding back and blasted him, we enjoyed the blow back.

About half an hour before arrival time I went to my cabin, still in its pristine state, not for long. Two tube trains later I arrived at an exclusive apartment block; with a twink type receptionist. Tenth floor I met the signatory, my gay Japanese friend Haryto, he greeted me with a knowing smile that his day was going to improve; it did. He signed all three documents then demonstrated features on his new water bed. My first water bed excursion, not energetically demanding as the wave facility assisted us through our transactions that morning.

Driving home at around 15:30, from a course location where I was about midway through my first week, taking an additional 10-day module on understanding ledgers with profit and loss reporting. I drove past a prep college, where students get an extra year after attending sixth form, to improve their results before going on to university. The traffic was slower than usual, giving me time to see things that I hadn’t noticed before. There was a group in their late teens at the bus stop just down the road from the gates. One young man seemed to be standing away from them, and as the bus in front of me pulled up, I could hear the group, mocking him. Mostly boys, but there were a few girls there, who seemed disinterested in his ordeal.

I stopped behind the bus, waiting for it to pull out after they had all boarded, and watched as they prevented him from getting on, the bus pulled away, leaving him on the pavement to wait for the next one. There was quite a queue of traffic behind me, so I wasn’t able to stop but I dropped my window and waved to him asking.

“Are you alright?”

“Yes, thank you for asking.”

I nodded and pulled away, determined to intervene if I saw that happening again the next day, I could see him in my rear-view mirror, standing there looking a little lost and very definitely alone.

Not thinking too much about the incident for the rest of my evening, I attended classes the following day, and we finished around the same time. I drove towards home, and as I approached the college gates, I saw the group of boys again, pushing the young man back as the bus drew up to the stop. Pulling up behind it, I quickly got out, and walked around the front of my car towards him. Thinking quickly, I stepped close to him, speaking familiarly and loudly enough for the group of boys to hear me.

“Hello, I’m sorry I’m late, it’s good to see you again.”

With that, I reached out and gave him a quick hug, he responded gratefully realising that I was the girl from yesterday and taking the opportunity to get away from the group of tormentors. As I pulled him close, I whispered in his ear.

“Quick, what’s your name.”

“Philip.” he whispered in return.

“Come on Philip, the traffic is nice and light we can go home now.”

The group watched seemingly stunned as we went to my car, some staring open mouthed as he got into the passenger seat. I wasn’t surprised, I knew that what I was wearing was quite revealing, a short ruffled black skirt, and a dark grey crossover blouse, with barely black hold up stockings, and black lace underwear, the skirt flicked up as I walked around the car, showing the lace tops of my stockings between my upper thighs, and the blouse moved a little, flashing my bra and cleavage as l leaned out to check the flow of traffic before opening my door.

In fairness to them, I have a very good figure, strong shapely legs, good breasts (34C) blue green eyes, and honey gold hair, which depending on the light, can appear as light brown, or with a hint of red. I normally wear it at collar length, though from time to time I let it grow to mid shoulder. My hair has light curls, which when it’s down, or the air is damp does tend to form into ringlets. Most of the time, I wear hair slides or claw clips to keep it in place, but I would give almost anything to have straight hair though.

With a firm round bottom, strong thighs, well proportioned calves, flat taut tummy, smooth skin and light freckles over the bridge of my nose, I think my features are normal and, in my opinion, quite plain. Although I can’t describe myself as outstandingly beautiful, or strikingly pretty, yet for some reason people do find me very attractive.

I had turned 18 in the previous October, so greeting him didn’t seem out of place as it might have done had I been older. He’d got good grades in his exams, but his mother wanted him to take a few mor subjects at ‘A’ level to make sure he was suitable for application to one of the top universities. Getting into the driver’s seat, my skirt pulled up as I sat down, I could see the fascination in Philip’s eyes as he saw the frilly hem highlighting the swell of my thighs, and the sheer dark nylon of my stockings. It didn’t really bother me as I thought he was quite young and had little contact with older girls like me.

The bus was filling in front of us as the group of boys, reluctantly got on clearly wanting to know who I was, and my relationship to Philip. I waited patiently until the bus pulled out, then checking behind and indicating, I pulled out behind it. The boys had gathered at the back window, staring in disbelief as we drove along behind. I spoke quietly to the young man beside me.

“Your classmates seem very curious, shall we have a bit of fun with them?”

“Yes, if you’re sure you don’t mind.”

“I don’t mind at all, it’s one way of paying them back for their spitefulness, and enjoying ourselves while we do so,”

Pulling my skirt up to my upper thighs, exposing my legs above my stocking tops, yakacık escort and the dark ‘V’ of the front of my knickers, I drove right behind the bus, pulling up close each time it stopped, they craned forwards to get a good view of my legs and underwear. Surreptitiously, I partly undid the crossover of my blouse giving a clear view of my bra and cleavage.

While we followed along, I asked him where he lived, he gave me directions, and after several bus stops, I turned left into a leafy suburban avenue, and eventually pulled up outside his house. We sat quietly for a while, before he said.

“Thank you miss, it’s very kind of you to help me like that.”

“Please, my name is Lucy, and you’re very welcome. I hope you tell your parents what’s been going on at school.”

“There’s only mum and me, dad left us when I was quite young. She works late so I’m usually in bed when she gets home, so I don’t bother her with it, she’s got enough to deal with.”

Taking the opportunity to look at him, I saw he was a little shy, small, blushing easily, he was a bit taller than me, probably around 5’7″ with delicate features, pale skin, big blue eyes, blond wavy hair. He was almost cherubic looking, and not unappealing, in all aspects quite a lovely boy. I felt sure he had the pick of the girls, which may have been the cause of the bullying I had witnessed.

‘Will you be alright now?”

“Yes, thank you, and thanks again for the lift.”

“It’s no problem, I come this way anyway, and if you like I’ll give you a lift each day until I finish my course.”

“That would be great if you don’t mind Lucy. When does you course finish?”

“Next Friday.”

“That would be wonderful, I finish, and I leave sixth form on Thursday next week, I’ll only have to go in for exams then, so with luck I won’t have to put up with them anymore.”

“Leave? How old are you then?”

“I was 18 in February, and provided I get good ‘A’ level results, I’m hoping to go to university.”

“What do you want to read?”

“Physics.”

“That sounds like a heavy course, but I’m sure you’ll do well.”

“Are you at Uni?”

“Yes, I’m reading Finance and Economics. When I graduate, I’m going to work with my dad.”

“How long have you got left to go?”

“I only started last September, so I still have most of the course, and lots of extra modules to do yet.”

“So, are you 18 as well?”

“Yes, I am, my birthday was in October last year.”

He fell silent, then with a slight reluctance, he said his farewells, before getting out of the car. Pausing briefly, he leaned into the window.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then?”

“Yes of course, I’ll be along around the same time.”

Watching as he went through his front garden gate, and unlocked his front door, I pulled out and drove off, arriving home after about half an hour. I set myself a few hours to study, and then prepared dinner for daddy and I to be ready when he came home. Afterwards we spent a comfortable evening in front of the TV watching a few episodes of our current drama serials. Retiring to bed, daddy was tired and fell asleep almost as soon as he went into his room. He’s not my biological dad, he adopted me when I was younger after my mother died. I went to my room, washed, cleaned my teeth, and got into bed, reading for around half an hour before falling deeply asleep myself.

The following day was Friday, and we finished for the weekend a little earlier than usual. I arrived at the bus stop and parked by the kerb leaving plenty of room for the bus to stop. Shortly afterwards the college emptied out, and Philip came along in front of the crowd. Seeing my car he opened the door, looked gratefully at me as he climbed in. Noting his eyes went straight to my lap, where the hem of my flared maroon mini skirt was gathered, the pink lace of my slip, contrasting with the folds of the skirt. He held the door open long enough for the group following to catch a glimpse, before fastening his seatbelt, and closing the door.

As I frequently drive alone, I tend to be a bit careless in the way I comport myself, not paying attention to how my clothes are arranged. Philip being a young man, had difficulty taking his eyes of my knees. I confess that I can’t help myself, and I sat casually displaying my undies to him, enjoying his discomfort as he struggled to cope with the sight. I drove him home, and we spent some time outside his house, in my car, talking together. He told me about his mum, how she took care of him after his father ran out on her. She made sure he got up and went to school each day, then went to work herself around midday, doing shifts in a call centre, often arriving home after well after 10:00pm each night.

He really enjoyed talking to me, and I found him to have a beautiful personality, but his shyness made him lack confidence in himself. Once he got talking, he came out of himself, feeling comfortable with me. I didn’t ask why he was being bullied, samandıra escort I felt sure he’d tell me in his own good time.

He went in and I drove home, arriving at my usual time. Dad and I were going out to a dinner dance that evening, so I prepared a light tea for us, then when he came home, we got ready and left together for the venue. It was nice to dress up and feel refined. I was wearing a lovely peach coloured chiffon gown, underneath some absolutely lovely and expensive lingerie from intimissimi that he’d bought for me. He watched me dress, sitting back in the chair his hands against his chin, as I turned and twirled in front of him, enjoying the look in his eyes. I knew he would enjoy seeing me at the dance, mixing with all the guests, knowing the secret of what I was wearing underneath my gown, something that only he would see.

We enjoyed the evening, he and I danced together, he spent time with business acquaintances talking about money and opportunities. In the meantime, I sat at the edge listening to them all, admiring the skill and fluidity of the way they calculated returns, gains and other monetary occurrences. I did go to the bar and get some more drinks for daddy and I, while there I met a man called George, who interested me, and we sat alone at a table in the corner for a while, getting to know each other, and discovering our mutual interest in various kinky practices.

We arrived home late, I made supper, and we had a nightcap before retiring to bed, for a wonderful night together. Rising late the following morning, I did the laundry, daddy went out to play golf, and I spent the afternoon revising for Monday. We stayed up late, cuddling together on the sofa as we watched TV. Sunday passed quickly, and before I knew it, I was back at the academy undertaking the final week of my course.

On the way home, I picked Philip up at the usual time, the mob watched as he got into my car, and I took him to his house. He seemed a little anxious, and I asked him if he was alright. He told me that some of the boys had been particularly unpleasant toward him. He was so upset that I was quite worried about him, so I asked him.

“Shall I come in with you, just until you settle down. I can make you a pot of tea if you like.”

“I’d be grateful, I just don’t want to be alone for a while, if you could stay with me, it would help a lot, just an hour or so, then I’ll be fine until mum come home.”

We went into the house, it was very comfortable and modern. Going to the kitchen, and we made tea, sitting at the kitchen table, and I listened as he poured his heart out to me. They’d surrounded him in the yard and called him terrible names. There were several girls there that he liked, and in front of them, he’d endured the onslaught of the verbal abuse, feeling ashamed of his lack of response.

He calmed down after a while, and I decided it was time to leave, but in the hallway, I gave him a long warm hug, knowing that it was one of the things that distressed people found very comforting. I held him, feeling him shivering as his emotions took a toll on his wellbeing.

Tuesday was better, he was behind them as he walked to the bus stop, and I pulled up alongside him, he scrambled in before they realised, I was there. They stood in a group gesturing rudely at him as I drove away. When we got to his house, he asked if I would come in again, and we enjoyed some time and tea together before I left, once again hugging in the hallway, this time I felt a pang of tenderness towards him and held him close as he sighed gratefully into my shoulder. During that brief physical contact I had it confirmed to me, that he was very, very definitely a boy.

The following day, he was waiting at the kerb for my arrival. I was wearing a fully lined white lace dress, nylon hold ups, and plain comfortable underwear, Lycra cotton panties, and a soft elasticated bra, which pushed my breasts up slightly. The mob passed by, as he got in, once again my dress had ridden up, revealing my thighs, and stockings. The boys, emboldened by their numbers, made a few ribald remarks causing Philip to blush.

“What are you doing, wasting time with that little fairy?”

“Why bother with Mr one inch, he’s got nothing worth talking about?”

“You’ll be disappointed, he’s just a poof.”

“He’s a mummy’s boy, he’ll be no good to you.”

“Hey curly, show us your knickers.”

I leaned forwards at that last comment, and they fell silent as I smiled sweetly at the loudest of them, and responded.

“I’m sorry, I can’t, do that young man.”

“Oh come on curly, why not, just a little peek.”

I shrugged my shoulders, giving them a wide-eyed look of utter naivety before answering.

“Because I’m not wearing any.”

They stood there open mouthed and in stunned silence as I laughed, and we drove away. Arriving at his house we went in together, and walked to the kitchen, he hesitated before asking quietly.

“Was sancaktepe escort that true Lucy, what you said, you know, about you not having any knickers on?”

“I’m sorry, it was crass of me, of course I have, but they didn’t know that, so I knew if I confronted them in that manner, they are so immature that they’d feel intimidated by it. At their age they should know to behave better, but in honesty, it was fun to see the look on their faces.”

We had our usual tea together, though this time in the lounge, it was well appointed with two leather chesterfields facing each other over a sizeable occasional table, built in bookcases and lighted glass cabinets, with family photos. My attention was drawn to a large photo, taken by a professional, of Philip with his mother, who appeared to be a very attractive woman, certainly I found her so. There was also a man that I assumed his father, together with a group of other children at a birthday party. The description read, ‘Philip’s 2nd birthday 2008.’ I was pleased to see real evidence of his age as he looked so young, but any doubts I had were now assuaged.

The room was well lit with the influx of daylight from the large bay window. Seated comfortably he relaxed, and we began to feel at ease with each other. We talked for quite awhile and he explained that the bullying had been going on for some time, ever since several new boys had joined the school. I left after an hour or so, hugging him before I went, and returned home.

The final day of his attendance coincided with the end of my course, where we were treated to a formal lunch gathering. On Friday we were to take the exams for our certificate. Deciding to dress up a bit for it, and I suppose, additionally for Philip, just in case they harassed him again, I chose clothing a bit more glamorous than my normal plain style. Wearing a loose fitting hip pleated pale cream mini skirt. A plain white cotton blouse, and underneath, for my secret pleasure I wore a lingerie set of signature white from Fleur of England. The full set, Brazilian briefs, bra, suspenders and a silk slip. All beautifully trimmed with French leavers lace and scalloped eyelash edges, the crotch of the panties were gathered with frilly lace, and back of the briefs made from luxurious mesh making them extremely comfortable.

After stepping into the knickers, pulling them up, slowly, and fastening the bra, I positioned the suspenders around my waist then pulled on lace topped cream stockings, which had a very delicate design woven into the silk, fastening them to the tails of the suspender belt, and wriggling until they were seated comfortably. It made me feel super sexy, all the more so when I put on my slip, skirt and blouse and seeing that my lingerie was not visible unless I wanted it to be.

The lunch went well, the food excellent and the choice of drinks wide, I just drank sparkling water as I was driving. I managed to tease one of the lecturers, she seemed fascinated by my figure, but she didn’t ask me for a date though I would have liked her to. We finished the afternoon set of lectures, including the briefing for the following days exams, and our class left at the usual time.

The traffic was light, and I arrived at the bus stop just in time to see him being held by two of the boys, while anther one was poking at his face and generally roughing him up. I pulled up sharply, deliberately squealing the brakes, they stopped almost as soon as I got out of the car and made my way towards them. Probably more because they were shocked by the sight of me caught in a light breeze, moving quickly, my skirt and slip billowing up, giving a quick glimpse of the silk and lace swirling underneath, and a clear view of my legs.

“Leave him alone, or I’ll give you a taste of your own medicine.”

They backed away, sullenly, and Philip quickly got into the car, I returned to my side, and started up, then pulled away leaving them glowering at us as we drove off. He was subdued and didn’t say much until we got to his house. As usual we went to the kitchen, after I bathed and cleaned his face, then having made tea, we went to the lounge. I sat next to him on the chesterfield and put my arm around his shoulder, holding him as his tension broke and he sobbed his eyes out.

After he eased down enough to drink it, I poured out the tea, giving him time to compose himself as he relaxed in my arms.

“Now, now Philip, it’s all over, you won’t be seeing them again.”

“I know, I’m just glad you came when you did.”

“What started that?”

“They were saying I was queer because I don’t have a girlfriend.”

“There’s nothing wrong with being that way and it says more about them than it does about you.”

“Yes, but I’m not, I like girls, I just don’t know how to get to know any.”

“Surely you must have a girlfriend?”

“No, I don’t, there are one or two very nice girls who I really like, but I just can’t seem to be able to talk with them, you know, to make the approach.”

I sat back, and thought about what he’d said, conscious that it had been the first time I’d been really close to him. He smelled of a woman’s soap, clearly, he used his mum’s choice. He was clean and tidy, I could see that he had tried to assert his manliness, evidenced by his attempts to shave, but he sorely lacked the masculine influence of his father.

I was 18 in 1992 and, although still at school (6 form) I worked part time in a local pub. It was a man’s pub and there were always plenty of lewd comments and leg pulling with us young barmaids. It was mostly good natured, although I’m not sure my dad would have approved had he heard some of it.

A regular in the pub was an older gentleman called Bill who was always very polite to us girls and never let any of the lads get too carried away and us girls really liked him. He was a distinguished looking man, impeccable manners and very kind and generous.

One Christmas the village were putting up Christmas lights and all the locals in the pub and a few of us girls from behind the bar made our way out to watch the festivities. After a few minutes I started to get cold and was going to make my way in when Bill asked if I was ok, and on hearing I was cold, opened his coat and invited me to snuggle into him.

He soon enveloped me and innocently hugged me into his body, and we watched the ‘Big Switch on’ and listened to the speeches and carol singers. As I stood close to Bill, I could feel something poking into my back, and first I was confused but soon realised that he was getting an erection, which I found quite flattering. I soon found reason to go up on to tiptoes, making out to see better, but actually making more effort to rub against his intriguing bulge. I couldn’t be sure if he knew what I was doing and thought that if we both were oblivious it could be passed off as innocent as the kindly hug that he was giving me.

As the show ended, I turned and gave Bill a peck on the cheek and thanked him and he gave me his customary wink and we made our way back into the pub. Nothing was said by either of us and no reference to our ‘hug’ all night and just before closing time he said his goodbyes and I joined the rest of the staff clearing away for the night.

Two days later, on my way home from school, I popped into the pub to pick up my money from Tracey, the landlady, and saw Bill at the bar. We nodded to one another, and he offered to buy me a drink, so I asked for a coke and sat next to him, and we passed the time of day.

When I finished the coke, I made to get up and he got up too, swigging the last of his vodka and tonic and said he’d walk with me. Bill lived in a big house on the way to mine so we left together.

It was already dark outside, and the sky was clear, and I looked up at the stars, Bill then put his arm sefaköy escort around me and pointed to a group of stars and told me what they were called, I think it was the Plough. He then continued to chat about the stars which I found interesting and told him so. When we got to his house, he said he had the ideal book for someone looking to learn about astronomy and would I like to borrow it. I wanted to be polite and said that I did, and we walked up to his front door, and he invited me in. His house was lovely, and although his wife had died a few years ago it looked perfectly maintained and tidy. He took me into his study and got the book, it was quite a small room, so we were standing quite close to one another when he turned to me, and as I took the book from him, he gently moved towards me and gently kissed me on the lips. It felt so nice and so sweet I didn’t recoil and when his hands came up to my face to gently hold me, I didn’t resist when he went in for another kiss. My entire body language was screaming at him not to stop but when he did, he said, “I really enjoyed that cuddle watching the lights the other day” and gave me a more seductive wink than his normal friendly one.

“Yes, I did too Bill” I replied, “you are a lovely, decent man”.

“You rubbing yourself on my crotch was lovely, but not entirely decent” he said with a smile.

I felt myself blush and as I went to reply he leant in again and kissed me, this time a little bit more passionately. “It makes an old man’s heart glad to have a sexy little bottom grinding into him” he said as he broke away, “you are a very attractive girl, Honey and have a great body”.

I now felt that it was time to either make my way out or to kiss him, I went for the kiss and felt his hands slip down my back and pull me into him, and there was that bulge, now pushing into my belly, that I teased before.

As we kissed Bill took the book out of my hand and placed it on the side, then broke off from the kiss as he picked up my hand and said, “here, feel what your bum felt” and held my hand onto the front of his trousers. I quickly grabbed and felt along his extremely large cock. I was not very experienced with boys, one or two blow jobs and now in a relationship with my future husband, but this seemed bigger than anything I’d handled before.

I didn’t know what to say or do, so was glad when he moved in for another passionate beykent escort kiss, and although his hand had left mine, my hand was happily fondling the front of his trousers.

This time when he broke from the kiss he said, “let’s give you a better feel” and I felt his hands move down to his trousers and start undo his belt and unbuttoning himself. My heart was beating so hard and as his trousers fell, I found myself fondling him through his boxers.

Another manoeuvre from Bill and his boxers were down and I was now holding his cock in my hands, it seemed so big, and I wanted to look down at it but I continued to gaze into his eyes and I said “Oh, Bill”.

I now realised I had both hands on it and neither wrapped right around it such was the girth. Bill kissed me gently and said, “Why don’t you give it a kiss?”

I looked up into his eyes and slowly descended his body until I was on my knees and his cock was in front of my face. I gave one more look up at his expectant face before opening my mouth and taking as much of the head of his cock into my mouth as he gave out a deep sigh. Instinctively my right hand pumped up and down on the shaft as my left hand cradled his heavy scrotum. I felt his hands either side of my face gently rocking my head back and forth. My experiences with Tim and the few boys before normally meant it was now, I got a salty taste in my mouth, and invariably an apology from Tim, but Bill was showing no signs of ending things just yet. I felt his hands move down my neck towards my chest, and on finding my boobs roughly them squeeze through my jumper. I pulled away from my job in mouth and quickly removed my jumper, t-shirt and unclasped my bra giving Bill full access to my boobs. Before reacquainting the inside of my mouth with his cock I took a moment to look at it and revel in its size and power, not exactly pretty but certainly impressive. Soon I was sucking on it again, fully expecting the action and my boobs appearance to bring him to climax, but, although there were frequent sighs from Bill there was not the groan of ecstasy and filling of cum in my mouth.

I looked up at Bill who clasped my head and brought it up to his face, putting his tongue where his cock had been only moments before breaking off and saying, “I want to fuck you Honey”.

Without knowingly giving out a positive or negative signal to this revelation, I found a pair of hands fighting kayaşehir escort with the button of my jeans, and my nether regions being revealed as they were ripped down with my flimsy knickers. The armchair in this study proved to be comfortable as he encouraged me into it, my legs pulled wide apart and Bill’s grey head between my thighs and his expert tongue probing and teasing my most delicate and sensitive parts.

It was amazing, I felt an orgasm rise in me, the only one I’d ever had that I hadn’t initiated myself on my own, and I saw that my hands had reached down and were tousling Bill’s hair as my moans and groans grew louder.

As Bill sensed the orgasm had subsided, he moved up my body and his angry powerful cock moved closer to my tingling pussy. In complete control of proceedings, Bill held his cock and pushed it into me, not all in at once, but with a few ins and outs he soon had most of the length inside me as my pussy walls tightened and threaten to choke his cock, but it was too powerful to be intimidated. Bill’s right hand moved to gather up my two wrists and hold my arms over my head, with his left hand firmly holding my throat. Faster and faster Bill’s cock thrust in and out of me with any thoughts of a ‘be gentle with me’ attitude prevailing far gone. I watched the intensity on Bill’s face and marvelled at his strong athletic body as another orgasm rose within me.

Bill continued to pound me and I saw sweat form on his forehead but his look of unemotional concentration on his face didn’t alter until I sensed a change in him, and with a loud groan and his cock as deep in me as he could get it I felt him ejaculate into me with a series of thrusts, as the last one subsided his head pushed back and he sucked in a lungful of air before looking me in the eye and giving me a wink. His cock was still in me, and I felt the occasional twitch as we both savoured the moment, him offering me the occasional light kisses on the lips but still holding my hands above my head, the hand to my throat had moved away and was indiscriminately pawing at my tits.

We both looked down as Bill began to pull his cock out of me, glistening with my juices and smeared with his own cum, he lifted himself up and offered his cock to my mouth for cleaning which I duly obliged.

Bill pulled me to my feet; I felt unsteady on my legs and automatically hugged my young naked body into his old one. “We’ll do this more often” Bill announced before kissing me on the lips.

“I have a boyfriend Bill”, I blurted out in a pathetic attempt to argue with him.

“I want to fuck you, not marry you Honey”, Bill said with a grin, “you enjoyed yourself, didn’t you?”

I nodded and realised that my right hand was idly stroking his cock and I kissed him as passionately as I could.

My best friend’s name is Kimmie. She and I have known each other for more than 20 years, and I’ve secretly lusted after her since the first day we met. Circumstance never allowed us to be any closer than friends.

We’re both Black, single and in our early 40s. Kimmie runs a Physical Therapy practice and I’m a CPA.

About a year ago, I peeked at a text on her phone. It read: “Hilton on Central Ave, Penthouse. 10:00 PM”. I thought that maybe she had met someone and hadn’t told me.

“Got plans tonight…?” I asked her later.

“Nah…” she answered, in that way she always did when she was holding out on me. “Only plans I have for tonight are home and sleep.”

At 9:45 that evening I was sitting in my car across the street from the Hilton on Central. Kimmie arrived in a taxi — alone — a few minutes later, and went inside. I waited for a few hours before going home, but I returned early the next morning. By chance I saw her leave — alone — at 8:00.

She repeated this activity, almost every week over the next two months. Usually on a Thursday or Friday, and always at the Hilton on Central.

I went deep, deep down the “rabbit hole”, determined to find out who she was meeting. I used all of the investigative resources at my disposal (you need them as a CPA), to discretely find out what she was up to. I caught a break one weekend when she left her phone in my car. She received a notification alert from “Silk Touch”.

After a day of intense digging, I found out that “Silk Touch” was an escort service, one that specialized in client’s with “particular and selective tastes”.

I contacted them and arranged a date.

I spent an evening with a very attractive lady, a blonde named Stacie, mostly talking (but I did get a very pleasant blowjob). We arranged a second date and then a third. On the fourth date I asked about what I’d have to do to work as an escort, and convinced her to introduce me to her “manager”.

After lots of smooth-talk and some subtle manipulation, the obsessive, lustful stalking of my best friend has led us to this moment: it’s 10:00 PM on a Friday at the Hilton on Central Avenue.

I’ve been waiting in the 2nd bedroom of the penthouse for the last half hour. A “Concierge” with the escort service comes in and tells me to go to the master suite, where she has been preparing my client for the evening. She also gives me final instructions before she leaves the penthouse.

In the master suite I find Kimmie. She is naked and kneeling on the bed. Her hands are bound tightly behind her and there’s a leather blindfold covering her eyes.

Tonight, she’s ordered her “usual”: to have someone meet her in this hotel room, dominate and fuck her. She asks for both women and men. She likes blindfolds and light-bondage; she never wants to see her partners’ face — this is her fantasy.

She has no idea that I’m the one that just walked in to help her fulfill that fantasy. At some point I start to realize that this is probably my fantasy too.

“Where to start…?” I smiled to myself. “Mouth or pussy?” My dick is throbbing and my heart is racing.

“He-Hello…?” Kimmie says. “Are you here…?” There’s merter escort a slight quiver to her voice. It actually makes me harder than I already am, if that’s possible.

“Yep…” I answer. I’m using my ‘gravely’ voice: my best impression of Christian Bale’s “Batman”.

Kimmie bites her bottom lip. She’s anxious, but I can tell she’s turned on too. There’s a little sheen of sweat on her skin.

I kick off my shoes and strip down to my shorts. I make sure she can hear my zipper open and the rest of my clothes as I toss them on the floor.

I take my time.

“So, what are you gonna do…?” she finally asks straightening up; she’s trying to bolster some confidence now.

“Wouldn’t you like to know…?” I lean in and whisper closely into her left ear.

She flinches when I drag a finger nail across her shoulder. I run the finger down her arm, onto her waist and towards her belly-button. She gasps and wriggles around more, as it slides between her B-Cup breasts.

I finally bring my finger up under her chin, and force her to tilt her head back.

“You’re going to do everything I tell you. Do you understand?”

“Ye-yes…” she replies.

“Good girl…” I whisper.

I reward her by brushing my knuckles against her dark-brown nipples. Kimmie’s breathing quickens as the areola crinkles and the nipples stiffen and grow.

She moans aloud.

My cock is diamond-hard, but I want to tease her as much as possible before I fuck her.

I lean in and kiss her, which seems to surprise her at first, but she kisses me back. Kissing is not a “normal” item on the menu. We’re instructed not to do it unless the client asks for it and both parties’ consent.

But since Kimmie isn’t protesting…

The kissing gets really intense as I continue to tease her nipples. When I start to pull away, she leans in for more.

I smile watching her chase after my mouth.

I take her face in both hands and kiss her again. This time I really go at her, making up for all the times I’ve want to kiss or fuck her all these years. Kimmie’s moans grow louder and her body starts to tremble. When I break away, she’s out of breath and saliva is running down her cheeks.

I grab a handful of her short hair and pull her head back.

“You ready to get started?” I nibble her neck and earlobe.

“Yes…please…” she gasps. “Please…”

I roughly kiss her again and run my hand between her thighs. She’s waxed clean — I know the salon where she had it done — and very wet.

Kimmie cums quickly and loud. Watching and hearing her almost gets me off too. I let her fall back on the bed, quivering and moaning.

“Oh yeah…” I encourage. “That’s was a good one…but I know you got more!”

She rolls around on the bed. I drop my shorts and stroke myself. I can’t wait to fuck her.

I kneel on the bed and rub my dick against her face — pre-cum sticks to her cheeks. She starts kissing the head before taking me into her mouth.

I take ahold of her hair again and start thrusting into her throat. She gags a few times but I don’t let up, her tongue feels amazing. Determined bağcılar escort to make the most of this I pull her up onto her knees again. I stand up on the bed and ‘skull fuck’ her with my thick manhood.

I’ve jerked off many times imagining Kimmie sucking me like this.

Saliva and pre-cum are running down her chin and neck. I occasionally give her breaks for air and she anxiously comes back for more, licking away the excess each time.

I can feel an orgasm building so I hold my dick deep in her throat again trying to decide if I should cum in her mouth, on her face or on her tits. If I did her face it might get on the blindfold, which I definitely don’t want because I need her to keep the damn thing on, and I’ve always thought cumming on a woman’s tits was lame, so the mouth it is!

“Aw, Fuck…!” I groan, and my load starts spilling into her mouth and down her chin. Kimmie swallows a lot of it and does her best to lap up the rest.

“Good girl…” I pat her on the cheek and hop down from the bed.

There’s a towel on the nightstand that I use to clean her up. We’re gonna be at this for a while, and I don’t really want to roll around in my own cum.

“When you’re ready…” Kimmie pants, “Could you fuck me, please…? Your dick is really kinda thick…I’ve never had one like that before…I really want your dick inside me…”

Wow! I thought I’d need a few minutes, but I can already feel my ‘Johnson’ coming back to life. I’m extra turned on that my bestie finally ‘knows’ that I have a really thick cock.

I rub my growing dick against her mouth again. She licks and kisses the head.

“So, you want this dick…” I wet my finger and slide it between her thighs and find her clit. “…in this pussy?”

She moans and sucks me into her mouth, spreading her legs to let my fingers go deeper.

“I’ll think about it…” I tease her.

Kimmie’s honey-brown skin is covered in sweat. I can’t believe I’m finally seeing her completely naked. Over the years the closest I’ve ever seen was the rare occasions she’d wear a bathing suit. I’d never known about the crescent-shaped birth mark next to her belly-button or the two small moles under her right breast. My friend is a real hottie, and I’ve always loved watching her.

I’m definitely gonna make this shit last as long as I can! (Besides, the agency has informed me that she’s paid for an “all-nighter”.)

“Roll onto your stomach…” I instruct her.

Kimmie rolls over and slowly inches up onto her knees. I help her into position, so that her feet hang over the edge. I spread her ass and I kneel behind her with my face just inches away.

“So fucking beautiful…” I whisper studying Kimmie’s perfect ass and pussy.

“Omigod…!” she gasps when I bury my face in her ass and assault her with my tongue with the same intensity as when I kissed her before. I intend to make the most of this!

My face is covered in her juices. Kimmie’s lovely feet and toes flex and curl; she squeals uncontrollably. I’m pretty sure I make her cum at least 2 or 3 times in the next twenty minutes.

She’s sobbing when I finally halkalı escort let up on her. I can barely make out what she’s saying.

“P-please…fugme…please…” she begs.

The moment of truth! I stand and wipe some of her cum from my face.

“Is this what you wanted…?” I ask as I take hold of her hips and slowly guide myself into her. I hold my place when my thighs make contact with her ass.

We are both loving this moment.

Kimmie’s is breathing harder, it almost sounds like she’s growling. I’m biting my lower lip, praying that I don’t cum right away — she feels incredible.

I slowly begin to stroke her — in and out. She’s tight and wet, and moving with me, pushing back against each thrust.

“Oh yes…yes….” Kimmie groans. Her head is turned to the left, and pressed down on the mattress. “Give me all o’ that dick…!”

My thighs are slapping loudly against hers as we increase the pace. My cock is soon covered in white-cream each time I pull back.

I suddenly pull out.

“No…!” Kimmie moans, pushing back against air. “Give it back…please…”

I push her aside and lie down on the bed, and then pull her towards me.

“C’mon an’ ride…” I instruct her and pull her leg over my mid-section. I guide my cock back into her.

“Oh fuck…” she moans.

I hold and massage her breasts as she slowly grinds her hips in tight circles.

“So fuckin’ good…so good…” she begins to sobs softly. I can see the tears flowing out of the corners of the blindfold.

I start grinding against her, meeting each thrust. I can already tell I’m going to cum again.

Kimmie’s getting close too.

I give her a few minutes before I start thrusting up into her. Neither of us lasts very long. On my final thrust I empty my load into her, which brings on her last climax of the night.

Her mouth is wide open but no sound comes out. She gasps for air, and falls onto my chest. Her legs go stiff and she jerks and shakes uncontrollably.

I hold her unto it subsides.

“Fuck yeah…” I whisper to myself.

Less than five minutes later Kimmie is snoring against my chest. I’ve always teased her that she sounds like a (small) bear when she sleeps.

I lower her onto the bed and let her sleep. She’s probably done for the night. I could go again, but I definitely need a break.

I wash up, read and respond to a few texts and check on Kimmie again. It’s been almost 30-minutes and she’s still snoring.

She’s done.

I check in with the agency for instructions since this is the first time I’ve pulled an “all-nighter”. They recommend I ask the client and be prepared to fulfill the contract.

I check in on Kimmie again, and unbound her arms to let her rest more comfortably.

I got hard again just watching her laying there like that — legs spread wide, nipples still hard. So, I took a few “souvenir” pictures with my phone.

Its almost 2. I’m certain she won’t wake until morning, so I grab a few winks in the 2nd bedroom. As a precaution, I lock the door, just in case she wakes and comes looking for me.

I wake up at 5:30 — the contract ends at 6:00.

Kimmie is still asleep in the master suite. She nuzzles her pillow, laying on her stomach, her ass spread and raised slightly.

I take a few more snapshots before kissing her on both ass-cheeks to see if she responds.

“Sleep please…” she mumbles. “Too tired…”

I smile and give her a quick peck on the mouth before letting myself out.

“So, Katie told you?”

“Yeah,” Freya looked intently at Cyn. “I never knew.”

“About me?”

“About either!”

“You didn’t think Katie was a lezbo?” Cyn asked in her usual crass way.

“Well… I didn’t know…”

“Yeah. She’s pretty tight-lipped about… pretty much everything.”

“Did you know?” Freya asked.

“Yeah.” Cyn paused, thinking. “Well, she never told me… But I knew.”

“And you? You’re gay?”

“Now, that’s something I didn’t know!” Cyn replied. “Well, maybe I did know. Deep down.” She paused, then continued, “I don’t know.”

“Did you know Katie was in love with you?”

“Yeah.”

Amazed, Freya asked, “And you never said anything?”

“I didn’t want to hurt her.”

“Were you in love with her?”

Cyn considered this for a few moments. “I think I was. I just didn’t know it until she finally confessed her love to me. I really looked at her and she was different. I suddenly saw her differently. Not just as one of my closest friends. I suddenly saw her as… I think I finally saw her in the way that she’d always hoped that I would see her.” Cyn paused, again. “And come on! How cute is she?”

“Very cute,” Freya agreed.

“And she loves my huge jiggly tits.”

Freya smiled. “Who doesn’t?”

“And she said that she would do anything and everything I told her to do. Practically my cute, little puppet.” Cyn smiled. “How could I say no to that offer?”

“Oh, no! What are you going to do to that poor girl?”

Cyn held her hands up. “Nothing. Nothing.” She paused and an evil smile crossed her face. “I will turn her into my little deviant sex slave, of course.”

“You’re a pig.”

“I did tell her that she needed to eat me out every day.”

“You’re disgusting!” Freya exclaimed, and shook her head.

“Oh, hey, speaking of… I grabbed a gift for you.” Cyn handed Freya a brown paper bag.

“For what?”

“For nothing. Just for you,” she said kind of cryptically. “Go on.”

Freya opened the bag and inside was a rectangular cardboard box.

“Open it,” Cyn encouraged.

Quizzically, Freya lifted the box out of the bag and looked at it for a moment. The box had no markings on it at all. Then she opened it.

Inside the box, nestled in pink and white tissue paper, sat a vibrator in a smaller plastic box. It was about an inch in diameter and about six inches long. Laying next to it was a small bottle of lube. Her jaw dropped.

“It’s the self-love starter pack,” Cyn explains with a giant shit-eating grin on her face.

Freya was still standing there with her mouth hanging open.

Cyn adds, “And if you need any help figuring things out down here,” and gently poked Freya’s crotch with her index finger, “Just holler. You know, now that I like girls and all.”

Stunned, Freya still stood there, not even reacting to the crotch poke.

Cyn winked and turned to leave. “Talk to ya later, sweetie. Have fun!”

Freya quickly closed the box and stuffed it back into the bag. She watched Cyn walk down the driveway. “My two best friends are in a lesbian relationship with each other,” she thinks to herself. “Wow! I never saw that coming! Well, Katie I can see, but not Cyn.”

Freya’s thoughts start to drift to how pretty Cyn is. Katie’s cute, no doubt, but Cyn was pretty. Very beautiful face. And she was curvy. Soft. Feminine. She always smelled amazing. Like the barest hint of tropical flowers on a warm breeze. Freya wonders if she had been a lesbian, what type of girl she would be attracted to.

Interrupting her thoughts, her mother touched her shoulder and asked, “Cynthia didn’t want to come in?”

“Oh,” Freya jumped slightly. “You startled me. No. She was just dropping something off on her way out.”

“Okay,” her mom said. “I have to run a few errands, do you want to join me?”

“No. I’m kind of tired. I think I’m going to read in bed for a while.”

“All right. I won’t be too long. And your father’s over at Jim’s,” she smiled. “Watching sports or playing poker or whatever those guys do.”

“Okay. I’ll probably be asleep by the time you get back.”

“Well, then goodnight, honey. I won’t be late” Her mom kissed Freya on the forehead and walked out to the car.

Freya watched her drive away, still lost in her thoughts, then turned and walked back into the house.

Ever since sucking Alex’s cock, it seemed that Freya was in a perpetual state of semi-arousal and the thought of masturbating with a vibrator rapidly brought her curiosity and her excitement level up. She was going to watch TV this evening, but after her new gift from Cyn, she quickly decided to head upstairs. She was becoming quite eager to try out her new toy.

She certainly wasn’t the masturbation pro that Cyn apparently was, but it wasn’t exactly virgin territory, so to speak, for her either. She had masturbated many times, but it always entailed just rubbing her clit, playing with her nipples, and barely inserting a finger inside herself. In her room, she çapa escort held the vibrator looking at it. This was going to be something new, but as turned on as she was at that point, she was more than ready for it.

She quickly got ready for bed. Wearing only the shirt that she had permanently borrowed from Alex, and occasionally made him wear for a day to “renew” his smell in the fabric, Freya hurriedly brushed her teeth, then climbed into bed. The vibrator and lube were waiting for her in the top drawer of her nightstand. She figured she would start with her “old standby” way of just rubbing her nipples and clitoris.

She reached a hand down her flat tummy, lingering for a moment at the thin patch of pubic hair and enjoyed that fleeting moment before the first touch, then slowly probed a finger into the top cleft of her pussy. She was already wet — she had been wet ever since sucking Alex off, but that first gentle push against her clit started her juices flowing again.

Her left hand reached through the opening of the shirt and started to caress her right breast. Freya knew she wasn’t a supermodel, but she knew that she had a pretty face. And her boobs were a close second. She thought her ass was too big, she was a little short, her legs were too long for her body, and she wasn’t super fond of her red hair. But her boobs? She felt they were pretty decent.

She was a small C cup, but on her somewhat petite frame, they looked bigger than they were. And firm. There was almost no sag. She knew that would come later in life, but right now, they stood up nice and firm. Without a bra, they swayed a little from side to side, but they certainly weren’t flopping around. Her nipples were a little small for the size of her tits, but she thought they were cute. And very sensitive.

Her fingers expertly explored her areolas, also a bit small for her breast size. She lazily circled her nipple a few times with her index finger, then gently brushed the fingernail across the tip of her nipple, shivering at her own touch. As she increased the pressure on her clit, she began lightly pinching her nipple. After a few gentle squeezes, she grasped her nipple between her thumb and middle finger squeezing and pulling it a little, then lightly scraped the fingernail of her index finger across it. Her body trembled.

As she was getting mentally ready for the vibrator, she decided to see if she was physically ready, too. Reaching below her clit, she started to push her middle finger into her pussy. As she reached the second knuckle, she was in as far as she ever had been. She paused, took a small breath, and pushed in further. When she was in as far as she could reach, she exhaled.

It felt so good. She gingerly wiggled her finger around feeling the warmth of her insides. She laid there marveling at this new sensation. She had no idea how warm and soft and silky it felt this deep inside. No wonder guys were always trying to get in there!

Freya slowly pulled her finger out, added her ring finger, and pushed them both in. It felt even better! But she wanted to go deeper. Pulling both fingers out, she clambered for the vibrator.

It was time.

She knew that she wouldn’t be needing lube. She held the vibrator in her hand and felt the smoothness of it against her palm. It was thinner than Alex’s dick, but maybe just a little longer. She turned the base and it sprung to life in her hand. Freya’s left hand found her nipple once more while her right hand brought the vibrator down and between her legs. She spread her thighs slightly and pressed the vibrator against the top of her pussy. Instantly, the vibrations sent intense waves up her spine. She just held it against her clit and continued to pinch her nipple until the waves became more tolerable.

“Wow! This is intense!” she thought.

As the initial surge of pleasure started to subside, she tentatively brought the vibrator closer to her entrance. It slipped through her inner folds and she felt the length of it vibrating against the length of her pussy. When the tip reached its destination, she angled it and slowly started to insert it.

Bigger than her two fingers, she could feel her pussy lips stretch around its girth. It wasn’t uncomfortable, but it was definitely a new feeling. She could feel the vibrations running through her pussy and up her belly. As she pushed it in, she could feel vibrating in her bowels. It felt like her entire insides were sloshing around. It proved to be too much for her to bear. Her nipple forgotten between her fingers, she backed the vibrator out. It was just too many sensations all at once.

But she wasn’t done.

She simply turned it off, brought it back down to her pussy, and pushed the tip back in. That was better. And besides, Alex’s cock didn’t vibrate, so who cared? She steadily pressed the vibrator in and sighed when it was in as far as she wanted. She just laid there holding it inside her with one hand and dreamily fatih escort pinching and flicking her nipple with the other. It felt so good to have something in her like this. She felt like she could have stayed there all night, with her pussy full and just some gentle nipple play to occupy her. But after a few minutes, she could feel the tingling in her nipple and the tingling in her pussy start to meet somewhere in her midsection.

Almost subconsciously, she started to work the silent vibrator in and out of her tight hole. With the wetness of her pussy, there was almost no friction, just a filling and emptying of her vaginal canal. In and out. Full and empty. By far, Freya preferred the full feeling, but the full feeling felt even fuller after the empty feeling. It was a very strange sensation, and difficult to describe, but she loved it. And she would quickly become addicted to it. Addicted to having something inside her. Anything inside her. Vibrator, cock, dildo — anything. And as it would soon turn out, an addiction to having things pushed inside her from any opening at all.

But right then, it was her cunt. As she methodically pushed it in and pulled it out, she thought about Alex’s cock. It was bigger than the vibrator. And rippled with veins. And, of course, the large head. She imagined the feel of his cock sliding in and out of her. Rubbing her insides. Popping out of her, then pushing deep inside her. The ridge around the head pushing and pulling her deepest center.

By now, she was furiously pumping the vibrator in and out and alternatingly pinching both nipples. Back and forth. In and out. Faster and faster. Thinking about Alex’s cock. Actually, she was not even thinking about Alex’s cock anymore. Just thinking about any cock ramming into her over and over and over. Filling her up, then just as quickly taking that feeling away, then filling her up again.

Her arm started to ache and her pussy was burning, but she could not stop. If the roof had fallen in, she wouldn’t have been able to stop. If her parents had walked in, she would have had to finish.

And then she did. She came.

She pushed the vibrator in, clamped her mouth shut, screwed her eyes closed, and came. Over and over. Her entire being convulsed on the bed. Eventually, her body stilled and she reluctantly pulled the vibrator out of her. Freya’s arm dropped onto the bed by her side with her hand still clutching her new toy. She felt the damp film of sweat covering her body. Her other hand felt the slick skin of her breasts.

As that hand started to rub her damp tits, her pussy began to tingle again. After a few minutes, she spread her legs again and brought the vibrator to her abused pussy once more. Just as the tip pushed against her inner lips, she stopped.

She had an idea. A strange idea, but her mind wasn’t quite working on its “normal” level anymore.

Using both hands, she ever so gently pushed the now dry vibrator against her opening. She was more than wet enough, but it still took a moment or two for it to start to penetrate. When it did, she let out a long sigh mixed with a low groan. When it was all the way in, she twisted it inside her, then pulled it out. Thought for a second, then pushed it back in. She gave it another quick twist and pulled it out, covered in her juices.

She rolled onto her side and with both hands, brought the vibrator to her mouth. She quickly licked her fingers, enjoying the salty tang of her pussy, then placed the tip of the vibrator against her lips. Imagining it was a cock, she slowly pushed it in, her lips tightly wrapped around it. It is still warm from being inside her. It felt like Alex’s cock in her mouth, but his cock felt so much better. Soft yet rigid, textured, and much bigger. His cock completely filled her mouth. And there was more of him that she hadn’t fit in. Yet. But she would work on that.

Freya felt the blunt end of it press against the back of her throat, but she didn’t gag. This was a talent that would become very handy. She had, maybe, half of the vibrator in her mouth. With some care, she tried pushing it further in and found that by tilting her head up a little, she could get another inch or so in. At this point, she felt that she may start to gag, so she backed it out a little, feeling the tip slide out of her throat and back into just her mouth.

Breathing through her nose, Freya gently bit down on the toy lodging it in her mouth. Her hands now free, she brought them down between her spread legs. She quickly found what she was looking for and slid two fingers into her pussy. With the other hand, she started rubbing her clit. Curled up on her side, she imagined that the vibrator was a cock crammed into her mouth and practically down her throat while her fingers were another cock pistoning in and out of her.

It didn’t take long at all for her to come again, even harder than the last one. Freya’s long fingers popped out of her vagina and her fındıkzade escort other hand lay limp against her still-throbbing clit, but she held the vibrator in her mouth slowly sucking on it until her jaw ached. Even when she let go with her teeth, it stayed in her mouth where she could feel it against her tongue.

As she started to doze off, the vibrator finally fell from her mouth. She frowned and murmured in her sleep, aimlessly clutching with one hand. Finally, her thumb found its way into her mouth and she started sucking on it, a habit that she had given up many years ago. As she sucked, the lines on her face smoothed out and the faint ghost of a smile lit her lips.

Freya woke up a few hours later and recalled a very vivid dream. She rarely could recall her dreams, but when she did, they were always extremely vivid and felt very real.

In her dream, she was sucking a huge cock. It felt warm and firm in her mouth. And it was unnaturally big. It was gigantic. She could barely fit her lips around the fat head of it and once she did, the entire head filled her mouth. As she sucked it in, she could feel every ripple of the shaft graze the inside of her mouth. She kept sucking it in and the enormous head pushed against her throat. It was lodged there for a moment and then Freya gave a massive gulp, and it slipped down into her throat curving as it went. She continued to suck and could feel her neck bulge grotesquely as the cockhead forced its way further into her.

Freya felt no pain or discomfort in her dream as the monster cock kept up the slow crawl down her throat. Then she felt it grow even bigger inside of her. It started to pulse, pouring an endless stream of cum into Freya. She was helpless. It was so far inside her that the cum just splashed straight into her stomach. It seemed like gallons of it, but she never felt full. She never wanted it to stop.

Awake, she laid there still on her side, still sucking her thumb, replaying the dream in her head. Especially the ending.

As good as the vibrator had felt inside her, Freya wanted Alex’s dick inside her instead.

She needs his cock in her. Deep in her. In her mouth. In her pussy. Anywhere. It didn’t matter. She just needed him deep inside her. She needed it more than anything.

Unknown to her, this is how an addiction starts.

Freya was going to get his cock inside her. Any way that she could.

The next day, Freya called Alex. “Hey, Alex, my parents are staying home tonight,” Freya said over the phone.

“Yeah, same here,” Alex answered. “So, what do you want to do?”

Disappointed, Freya suggested, “We can go to a movie.”

Also a little dispirited, Alex said, “Yeah. Sure.”

Freya knew that he had been hoping for some more “fooling around” this evening after the blowjob she had given him last weekend. In fact, Freya, herself, was hoping for some time alone with Alex because after her experiments with the vibrator that Cyn had given her, she desperately needed some dick, to put it bluntly.

She smiled hearing the tinge of gloom in his voice. She smiled because her mind was already formulating a plan. A great plan. “We can try that theater with the huge reclining seats over by the highway. Cyn and Katie told me that they are super comfy.”

“Sure. I’ll pick you up at about 6:00,” Alex replied, resigned to just a movie and popcorn kind of night.

“Great. See you then. Love you.”

“Love you, too, Frey.”

6:00 gave her plenty of time.

She grabbed a quick bite, took a shower, brushed her teeth, dried her hair, put on her usual small — but tastefully applied — amount of makeup, and started to get dressed. She put on a sheer bra that ever so slightly pushed her young, round boobs up and out and allowed her erect nipples to show through the fabric. She was dressing to kill tonight.

She chose a faux silk blouse that flowed, but also clung in just the right places. Namely her tits. And she had a new denim skirt that fell to just above her knees. The skirt, according to Cyn, showed off her ass perfectly. “That fuckin’ thing cups your ass cheeks like a second skin,” were her exact words. Alex was going to flip when he saw her.

But none of this was anywhere near the main attraction.

The main attraction at tonight’s movie was what she wasn’t going to wear. Panties. She pulled the skirt up her long legs and over her bare hips. She could feel the coarse fabric against her ass cheeks and felt so naughty. She started to feel the familiar tingling in her vagina that meant her juices were going to start flowing. She had to get her mind off of how it felt to be going out pantyless — equal parts indecently obscene and rapturously free — or she wouldn’t be able to make it to the movie. She would attack Alex in the driveway when he picked her up!

Finally, she put on sneakers — why not be comfortable? — and a cute belt then checked her hair and makeup one last time and went downstairs.

Her parents were in the den, so she popped in to say bye.

“You look nice,” her mom commented.

“Thanks. We’re going to a movie.”

“What one?” her dad asked.

“Oh, we don’t know. We’ll decide when we get there. It’s that theater with the big seats.”

“I heard that was great,” her dad said, going back to his newspaper. “Well, have fun.”

I’ve been looking forward to being with you for months and when i finally get a chance to visit your city, I jump at the opportunity. You are supposed to come over to my hotel apartment that evening when you call to say that you’ve bumped into an old friend of yours who’s visiting the city as well. As he’s in town for just that evening, you feel obligated to entertaining him so you ask me if you can bring him over as well. I don’t want you to cancel our meeting so ofcourse I say yes, I’m disappointed that I can’t spend the evening alone with you, but this way I atleast get to see you! And as we hadn’t planned anything in particular other than staying in and enjoying each other’s company anyway, I tell myself that something’s better than nothing and that there would be other opportunities for us to meet.

Your friend is happy to go along with your suggestion and so you both come over to my hotel room, half an hour later. Noah is pretty good looking and I feel a spark of interest because who doesn’t like eye candy??!

Once the introductions are done, we break open a bottle of whiskey and the conversation starts flowing. Noah is interesting and a good conversationalist and my initial disappointment fades away slowly.

A couple of hours later, both of you are engrossed in a discussion about your mutual love of golf and common acquaintances, but the conversation is beginning to bore me. my patience is wearing thin but since I’d asked you to bring him, I obviously can’t make a fuss unless I want to look like a party pooper.

“Hey, I’ll be back in a minute.”

You look up and nod as I get up to go to the bedroom.

Since we aren’t going out, I decide to change out of my evening attire. I was wearing jeans and a top, which felt restrictive now. I discard the tight fitting jeans and blouse in favour of my satin kimono and pulling it over my lingerie, step back into the living room.

Your friend sees me first and the distracted look in his eyes makes you look in my direction as well and instantly I can feel the heat in your glance. As if by magic, I feel myself become wet but fake nonchalance as I come and sit down on the armchair beside the sofa you’re sitting on. I stretch my legs, propping my feet up on the couch, almost touching your thigh, my ankles crossed. The kimono falls open, exposing my legs halfway up my thigh but It’s still covering more than a pair of shorts would, so I don’t bother.

I’m not interested in the conversation and my mind starts drifting to more interesting things as I down my third glass of whiskey, the alcohol slowly taking over, loosening my inhibitions.

I’d not even realised when I started rubbing my feet against your denim clad leg or when you absentmindedly reached out and started caressing my feet, lifting them onto your lap. Your hands moving gently, caressing my feet and slowly moving up my calf. The touch of your hands on my skin is intoxicating! I love the touch of your hands on me…anywhere! I can’t hold back the soft sigh of pleasure and as though in a dream, I get up and bend over you, taking you by surprise as I kiss you slowly. The alcohol has obviously affected you as well because you kiss me back, pulling me down into your arms. The action causes the kimono sash to open up and the fine satin slips off my shoulders, leaving me almost completely naked except for the white satin and lace bra and panty I was wearing under it.

We have both completely forgotten N who is looking on in shocked silence. The sound of him clearing his throat and coughing brings both of us back to the present with a crash but my mind is still clouded with alcohol and you! You beşiktaş escort are about to say something when I kiss you again, my hand sliding down to caress you through the tight jeans..

“Fuck me baby..I want you inside me right now…”

“Babe..how much have you had? Come on..there’s someone here..!”

Your hands gripping my shoulders, tighten as you give me a slight shake, as you realise the enormity of the situation.

I open my eyes and look at you and smile slowly.

“So? Is that a problem? He can join us if you want? Do you?”

All this while N has been sitting as still as a statue, obviously embarrassed and shocked but he can’t hide his body’s reaction to the scene unfolding before him. From my position in your arms, I can see how turned on he is, by the bulge in his trousers and the way he’s breathing. He’s completely turned on by us and doesn’t know whether to get up and leave or shut up and watch!

“You are crazy, you know that?”

You are torn between overwhelming excitement and the need to protect me and I decide to take matters into my own hands. I know this has been a secret desire of yours. To watch me being taken by another man and now the opportunity has literally fallen into our lap. I’m scared but I trust you to protect me.

“Is this turning you on, N? Do you want to fuck me?”

“She’s drunk,N! Ignore her..I don’t know what’s gotten into her! I’m sorry about this! Why don’t you go and I’ll put her to bed…”

You sound upset but I know you. You’re incredibly turned on. That little taste of being watched by a third person has really heated up things.

“Babe.it’s okay..look at me..I’m not drunk! I know you, okay? And I want to do this. I promise you, I’m not forcing myself..and it’s not only for you, okay?”

“N, you’re hot..what can I say? If I’ve offended you, I’m sorry. You can leave whenever you want. Or you can stay. Totally up to you”

N is transfixed. But he doesn’t turn tail and run so I’ve bet on the right horse, it seems!

Before anyone can say anything, I slip out of the kimono and walk over to N, who’d stood up when I’d addressed him. I reach up and kiss him and for a second he stands still and then as though powerless, he kisses me back, his arm coming around me and pulling me against him. I can taste the whiskey on his tongue as it entwines with mine and all I can think of, is that he tastes like you and that makes me even wetter. My hand moves down to cup his crotch through the fabric and it’s rock hard. I struggle to pull the zip down.

I’m so aware of your eyes burning a hole in my back but I can’t bring myself to turn and look at you. We’ve crossed a line today. One that I hope won’t make us crash and burn but right now I can’t stop.

N’s lips are trailing down my throat. He’s kissing me open mouthed, nibbling at the delicate skin and sending shivers of delight coursing through me. From the action as well as the fact that we are being watched. His lips reach my shoulder and he stops to suck at my collar bone.

“God you smell incredible..and taste even better…!”

The words seem be torn out of him. He, too, is in shock, I think. Suddenly he turns me around in his arms so that I’m facing you.You’re still sitting on the couch as still as a statue. Your eyes are dilated and you’re staring at me, at US, as though you can’t believe what you’re seeing. For a moment I’m terrified that I’d misread the situation and that this was not at all what you wanted and my eyes shut in despair because I think that it’s over.

But then they snap open. Your hand was on your cock, etiler escort rubbing it through the denim, your lips parted slightly. Your breathing is harsh but clearly audible over the soft Amy Winehouse song playing in the background. And that part of me that had curled up, comes to life again.

I’m so incredibly turned on. My insides are like mush but more because of the look in your eyes rather than what N is doing. Your reaction is making me tremble with excitement and anticipation. When N slips the strap down and his his hand cups my breast, his fingers stroking the tightly furled nub, his other hand sliding down between my legs and disappearing under the satin, his fingers seeking the wetness that isn’t visible, I hear the sound you make. Your voice is low and harsh, almost strangled.

“Oh my god..FUCK!!..”

My legs buckle under the wave of sensations drowning me. Your friend is quite the expert but it’s the entire situation that’s overwhelming me. I have never ever experienced this and it’s difficult to take in. My body can’t handle the physical sensations and my mind can’t take in the implications of what I have triggered.

You have unzipped your jeans and I can see you stroking your penis which is already glistening with pre-cum. And I know that you are more turned on than you’ve ever been. I can feel N’s cock against my skin. He’s holding it in his hand and stroking it against my butt, in tandem with his fingers which are fucking me hard and fast. And then he can’t hold it back any longer.

He pushes me down and I stumble, reaching out for the edge of the dining table and holding on to it as he rams into me from behind, his cock thrusting and pulling out as I gasp in shock. His hand pushes me down against the table and I can’t help but moan as shock waves flow over me. I twist so that my head is turned towards you, my cheek flush with the smooth wooden surface of the table and the sight of you watching us, your hand wrapped around your penis, moving it up and down, your eyes glazed as though you can’t really see us, see me being fucked against the table, is too much for me to take in.

“Fuck her..fuck her harder…don’t stop..make her take you”

The words are spilling out of your mouth as though you can’t stop them and it spurs on your friend who suddenly reaches out and turns me over. Raising my hips so that my butt is on the table, my back flat against the surface and he pulls me towards him, placing my legs on his shoulders as he enters me again.His cock pushing in and out of me, making my head spin.

“Fuck..this is unbelievable..you are so wet, so tight..I’m gonna fuck you till you can’t stand”

N growls those words at me as his hands close over my breasts, squeezing them and I scream.

“G…Fuck me!!”

I’m going to cum and I don’t want to. I want to cum with you inside me. Exploding inside me, unloading every little bit inside me. This was for you. Not for your friend.

In an instant, you are standing between my legs. In my sex crazed state I have no idea what has happened other than the fact that you are sliding into me. You place my legs around your waist and your fingers grab my hips as you pull me so close that we are literally fused together and then you begin to thrust into me, slowly, pulling out and thrusting back over and over again. And then it becomes faster..till I’m shaking with my approaching orgasm.

I’m almost over the edge when you withdraw suddenly, and slide one finger inside me, bending down to suck my clit. I can’t help myself from arching off the table and then I feel another finger beyoğlu escort siding inside and lips closing over my nipple and I think I’m going to shatter into a million pieces! I have never ever experienced something like this. And I realise that both of you are fucking me simultaneously. Your fingers moving together inside me and it’s his mouth and tongue invading my pussy, assaulting my clit and your lips suckling my nipple, the way you know I like it. Slowly and then hard, alternating the pressure till I know I’m going to die from the crazy over stimulation and then I cum. Screaming your name over and over again despite the fact that your hand is over my mouth, trying to muffle the sounds of pleasure that I can’t hold back..

Then I feel your arms carrying me to the couch. I’m so overwhelmed with my orgasm that my body feels boneless. You drape me over the couch, my knees resting on the edge of the seat, my forehead resting on the edge of the backrest, and my hands reach out to grip the top of the backrest, trying to hold myself up. I can feel myself sliding back but someone’s hands clamp on either side of my hips and I can feel the head of a cock against my butt, seeking entry into the hot, wet pussy and then the hands tighten as the cock pushes in hard and fast and I jerk involuntarily. It feels amazing inside me and I know it’s yours, even as you let go of my hip to slide your hand around me, your palm cupping my pussy, your thumb seeking out my engorged clit. I can’t help the shudders racking my body. My clit is so sensitive that I can’t bear even the gentle touch of your fingers. You bend over me and I can feel your heart pounding against my back. Your cock is so deep that your balls are snug against my pussy.

“Babe..do you like this? This is what you wanted, right? We are going to fuck you all night long…”

And then as I open my mouth to drag in a breath, N’s cock is pushing its way inside my mouth. He is standing behind the couch, his cock level with my mouth. I gag, trying to breath me through my nose and his hand finds it’s way into my hair, pulling it up and back slightly so that he can slide his cock in and out of my mouth without restraint. I can’t help myself. My tongue loves the feel of it and the sensation of you plundering my femininity while he ravages my mouth, is indescribable!!

“Cum for me.. don’t think, just feel, just feel me fucking you..”

Your words are driving me crazy and N’s voice is choked and he can’t utter anything other than “oh..fuck.,oh fuck.!”

And then I can feel a change in your body. I can feel your orgasm building up..your fingers tighten so painfully on my hips that I know I’m going to have bruises there but I just don’t care.Your thighs muscles are quivering, it’s very slight and then as you reach your pinnacle I can feel your body coil. You’re trying to control the orgasm raging through you but it’s a lost cause.

“Oh god..I’m cumming…fuck..I’m cumming..”

You pound into me so hard that I think I’m going to break and at the same instant N reaches his orgasm too. He shoots his load into my mouth, spasms shaking him as I swallow and he stumbles to the side leaning back against the couch. And then I feel you emptying yourself into me, one slow, deep thrust followed by another and unbelievably I reach my peak again. The feel of your juices spilling into me making me fall over the edge, one last time.

I think I’m going to die because of the force of my multiple orgasms but ofcourse that’s why it’s call “la petite mort”. Trust the French to name the feeling of almost dying with ecstasy..

You collapse on top of me. Your arms supporting your weight on the backrest of the couch and you kiss my ear and drag in a deep breath.

“Are you okay, babe? I don’t know what just happened. Tell me you’re okay…please!”

Your voice is shaky and I can’t do anything but put my arms around you. And your arms tighten around me as you lie back on the couch, pulling me closer.

A few weeks had passed since Michelle and I had returned from our holiday in Thailand (see previous story). She need to go shopping for a new gas cooker, so we took a drive to our local Currys in Charlton.

Eventually Michelle found a cooker she liked and approached a male sales assistant for arrange deliver and all the other boring stuff that comes from buying stuff.

By this time I was so bored I had made the decision to entertain myself by staring in awe at the image on the massive 4K TV screens and wanting one.

After a few minutes I rejoined Michelle and the male sales assistant as they were finishing their delivery arrangements and everything else.

As we left she told me she thought the sales assistant – who’s name escapes me, but for the sake of this story I will call Andy – was flirting with her. I told her I wouldn’t be surprised if he was because she was very attractive. Michelle was petit. She was short, had short-cut blonde hair which showed off her amazingly sexy neck and bright blue eyes. She may have been short, but she had a great body. Not skinny that she looked liked she needed to eat more, but not too fat she looked unhealthy (not that I can talk. I’m not saying I’m fat, but last week I fell down the stairs and it sounded like EastEnders had just started!)

Michelle had amazing breast. Not small but big. I know that’s very vague, but if you do a Goole search for a porn star named Krissy Lynn you’ll get the general idea.

Teasingly, I suggested she go and flirt back and try and get his number. She seemed hesitant at first as she thought I was either being sarcastic (a character trait I have) or just joking. She took a bit of convincing, but eventually I convinced her. Michelle and I were very secure in your relationship and I knew she wasn’t the type to cheat on me, so I had nothing to worry about. I’ll never understand blokes that get with an attractive woman and then act all insecure that they’re going to cheat.

My attitude to the whole thing is that just because other men may find your partner attractive and want them doesn’t mean the feeling is reciprocated. And just because other men may want your partner doesn’t mean they get to have her.

I kept myself entertained by walking through the TV section again. Eventually she found me and we started for the exit. I asked her if she got his number and she said she had. She said she didn’t know what I expected her to do with it, acıbadem escort so I simply replied with “You never know” and gave her a knowing wink.

We got in her car and sat there talking for a while. We talked about how we both enjoyed watching porn but had never talked about trying some of the stuff we both liked watching. And one of those things was threesomes.

Michelle was a bit of a tom-boy (my favourite type of woman) and she was very open and not shy about talking about sex.

As we sat in the car talking she could see I was getting hard. I decided the bite the bullet, unzipped my jeans and pulled out my hard cock. She reached over and started stroking it. She couldn’t resist any longer and eventually she leaned over and started sucking my cock. Michelle had amazing lips and she knew exactly how to handle a cock.

I’m sure most men here would agree, but there are some women that can be a little too rough when it comes to playing with a guys cock. I had one partner that was so bad that when she wanked me it was like watching some with Parkinson’s disease trying to unblock a sink!

I didn’t have that problem with Michelle. She had amazing lips and knew exactly how to use them! I came in her mouth and she had no issue with swallowing the whole load. She loved that.

Eventually we got back to her place and we spent the rest of the afternoon just relaxing on the sofa talking, the TV low in the background.

Eventually she could see I had no issue with her texting this guy, so she did just that. After some back-and-forth, we arranged to meet Andy for a drink later that week.

We met Andy and we all got on. Like I said Michelle was a bit of a tom-boy and wasn’t shy so Andy knew right from the start what we wanted. So after some drinks and a chat we eventually went back to Michelle’s place. Michelle and Andy sat of sofa. Wanting Michelle to be fully relaxed I left the room, giving an excuse that I needed the toilet. When I returned a couple of minutes later, Andy and Michelle was snuggled up close on the sofa.

I sat on the other side of the sofa so Michelle was in the middle. I started caressing Michelle’s right breast through her tight, black woolly jumper and started gently kissing her neck and her ear, which she loved. Without being asked, Andy started doing the same on Michelle’s left side. Michelle’s breathing was getting long and deep dudullu escort and clearly loved the feeling of being groped and kissed on both sides of the neck.

I moved my face to hers and we kissed, passionately, long and deep. Her lips were soft and her tongue in my mouth felt amazing, as it always did. Using my hand I turned Michelle’s face toward Andy and they started kissing. As they did I open Michelle’s legs and started rubbing her pussy through her tight jeans, Again she let out an uncontrollable moan.

While Michelle and Andy continued to kiss, I grabbed Michelle’s hand and put it on Andy’s cock. She started rubbing through his jeans and I could tell they were both enjoying it.

I got on my knees, unzipped her jeans, pulled them down, spread her legs and gently started licking her clit. I knew she loved that and she put her other hand on the back of head and pushed my face deeper into her. She stopped kissing Andy as she quickly started to cum and Andy loved watching.

When Michelle finished cumming, she took off her jumper, lowered the strap of her bra over her shoulder and Andy started licking her left nipple. With her eyes closed and her head back, I got back up and did the same with her right nipple. She fucking loved it!

With Andy and I sitting either side of her, Michelle reached down with both hands and started rubbing our hard cocks. With her eyes closed she somehow managed to unzip Andy’s jeans and was now gently wanking his hard cock. And it was big and fat. Even I was impressed!

I stood up in front of her, pulled my jeans and boxers down and Michelle sat up straight and started sucking my cock. Andy quickly stood up next to me and Michelle knew exactly what to do. She stopped sucking me and started on Andy. Like I said earlier, Michelle knew how to handle a cock and I could tell from the noises Andy was making he was surprised just how good Michelle was.

Not wanting to cum too soon- which was always a risk when Michelle sucked cock she really was that good – Andy pushed Michelle back on the sofa. Naked and with her legs open wide I asked Andy if he wanted to fucker her. Naturally he said “yes.” I told him to go for it.

He got down on his knees, pulled Michelle to the edge of the sofa and gently stuck his big fat cock into her tight, wet and clean-shaven pussy. He gently eased himself into her until he was balls deep. They both bağdat caddesi escort let out a moan as he started thrusting his cock in and out of her. Slowly and gently at first, but gradually getting faster and deeper.

Michelle’s face was angelic. Her short, blond hair was sweaty, her bright, blue eyes glistening in the dark, her lips red and supple. Her breasts giggling up and down as Andy fucked her.

I got on the sofa and stood over Michelle as she leaned back against the sofa. I crouched down and she very quickly started wanking and sucking my cock. Michelle’s mouth was warm. I could feel her warm saliva over my cock as it started dripping down my shaft towards my balls.

Michelle’s breathing was out of control at this point and she let out several moans of pleasure as she came. I knew Michelle was a heavy cummer and knowing how Andy must be feeling it only made my hard cock even harder.

Andy’s moans got louder and louder and I could tell he was close to cumming. Michelle was on the pill and had no problem with me cumming inside her, but another man was something else. She managed to control her breathing long enough to tell us both that she wanted us to cum over her tits.

Andy pulled out of her and both he and I stood in front of her, with Michelle sitting on the edge of the sofa. With her head back as far it could go and with one hand playing with her pussy through her wide open legs, Andy and I wanked our hard cocks as fast and as hard as we could. Andy came first. His load exploded from his cock with suck force I thought his cock was going to come off.

His load landed all over Michelle’s tits and stomach. The sight of it was too much to take and I also shot my hot, creamy load all over her. I could feel the heat coming off Michelle’s body. Eventually, Andy and I had emptied our balls all over Michelle. She looked a mess, but so angelic.

Michelle never failed to amaze me. To look at her you’d think butter wouldn’t melt. She always looked and acted so sweet and innocent, but in private she was a wild animal and not afraid to show it. It always turned me on knowing that whenever we were out in public, like going shopping or whatever, no-one would have the slightest clue what she was really like.

Andy and I collapsed on the sofa next to her. We all sat there for a while as we caught our breath. Eventually, Michelle got up to go to the bathroom to clean herself up. She came back fully dressed. By this time Andy and I had also got dressed and as we sat there on the sofa it was like nothing had even happened.

We chatted for a while, laughed and joked, had another drink. Eventually Andy left. Michelle and I chatted for a while, talking about how much fun we had. Tired, we went to bed, cuddled up and we both fell fast asleep.