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I am thirty-six years old.

I was dressed in my hunter green two-piece suit, with my skirt just above the knee and my newest, best green shoes with tiny gold buckles at the ankle. I made sure my hair and makeup were perfect in the car before getting out. Inside the 70-story glass building, I signed in at the front desk, and security gave me a new name badge in a plastic glove to pin to my jacket, even though they all knew me there by then. I breathed, pretended to look confident and together, and moved to the elevators. Inside, I was shaking.

I emerged from the golden double doors with my shoulders straight, my chin up, with confident strides. I knew the room where we were meeting. I’d done my homework. I knew what I was there to do, and I knew that my numbers were correct and would benefit everyone involved. But still, my heart was fluttering. If this went well, it would mean a great deal for me and my boss, and my company for that matter. If this took a turn for the unexpected, it could hurt me. I needed this to work. I needed the win.

When I entered the meeting room, I was greeted by two men in gray suits. They smiled to me; I knew them both well, I’d been working closely with them on this deal since the beginning. Bradley and Ramsey. Ramsey was handsome and refined, and spoke with a very East-coastern exactness. Bradley, on the other hand, was not an immediately handsome man. His waistline pudge and plump face might turn many women off, but he was an Idaho farm boy with smiling gray eyes and a preciously cute drawl which always made me fall in love with him a little. Both men wore gleaming gold bands on their left ring fingers, and I often quietly wondered about their wives, how pretty and smart they must be, though I’d never been brave enough to ask about them.

“Hello Becca,” Ramsey said as he saw me enter, standing near the door. I took his outstretched hand and squeezed with confident firmness, smiling to him. He always waited for me to relax first before letting go. I liked that.

“Hi guys.” I was happy to see them both in the same room again. Bradley took my hand after I released Ramsey’s. He grinned as his hand closed around mine. His grip was tighter than Ramsey’s, and his was more of an actual shake. I think his cock is bigger.

“Becca, how was the drive?” Bradley asked, his casual tone easing my nerves. He always had a way of diffusing my stress with just a few smooth words, almost as if he could massage the tension right out of my body with nothing but his voice.

“Nice and smooth,” I replied, tucking my hair behind my ear. Nervous habit. “Hoping the rain will hold off until I’m out of the city. Rush hour I can handle, rush hour in the rain always makes me crazy.”

Ramsey chuckled, gesturing to my seat as he moved around to take his own. “Have you taken my advice yet?” he asked.

“Not yet, no,” I admitted bashfully, as I pulled my chair out and sank into the cushioned leather. “I keep forgetting to look when I’m online. I promise I will one of these days.” Ramsey has told me many times about books on MP3 that you can download from Barnes & Noble, and how well they pass time when stuck in Atlanta traffic.

I placed my bag on the table in front of me and pulled out my portfolio, selecting a few papers to have ready to retrieve. As soon as she arrived.

My tone was semi-conspiratorial. I’ve been working with both of them for months now, I felt like I knew them pretty well. But I had yet to meet their boss. “What’s her mood like?” I wanted to know.

Bradley’s eyes flashed as he smiled, understanding my question. “I think it’ll be a good day.”

Ramsey though had something on his mind. “She talks like she knows you, or at least, knew you a while ago. Have you worked with her before?”

I was puzzled. “Really?” I thought where I could have met her. I knew she was a few years older than me, even though her position with the company put her in a pay-grade well above my own. The way she was described here at the home office, I always imagined her surrounded by minions who clung to her every word and gesture, maybe with glittering flashbulbs surrounding her whenever she emerged from the back of some stretch Lexus for an evening out. Suffice it to say we moved in very different circles. Today she held my fate, and the fate of this multimillion-dollar contract, in her powerful hands, and although I’ve heard the guys mention her name many times, this was going to be my first audience with her. If I did not impress, the consequences would be grave for me. I had to be perfect, and my numbers had to be as well.

“She thinks so. She’s been acting kind of strange this morning in fact.”

“Strange how?” I was now acutely curious.

Bradley looked at him with an amused smile, as though surprised Ramsey had brought it up. Ramsey went on, his voice low. “I don’t know, she’s been kind of buzzing about it.”

I was about to press him with another question when we heard the approach of clicking ankara2010.com heels in the hallway. Then the door opened, and our heads turned. Senior Vice President of Operations Melina McKnight stepped into the room. I saw her, and our eyes locked. My God, I did know her, and my recollection was tinged with panic. I couldn’t for the life of me remember where I knew her from. And her name, it had never occured to me that her name was one I’d seen before. I was sure I hadn’t. I’m no Latitia Baldridge but I’m decent at remembering people’s names. But the panic that filled me was not limited to my failed recall. An intense arousal surged in me, as our eyes fixed in each other’s. Thank god I had sat down, or I very likely would have swooned. I felt my heart suddenly blaze and my cheeks flushed in confusion, and God help me, I didn’t have a clue as to what this woman was doing to me, nor why.

I forced myself to fight through my initial momentary discomposure and I rose to my feet, offering my hand to shake.

* * *

I am eighteen years old.

I’m a freshman in college, my first year away from home, and I am confused.

I am sitting in a counselor’s office. Not the kind of counselor my parents would want me to be in, or would ever know about. Last night, I was at a club, and I met a girl there. I don’t meet girls at clubs. I wasn’t a lesbian. At least, I never thought I was a lesbian before. But this girl, her eyes… the way her eyes glistened in the dark, noisy room, the way they made me feel like I was not only wanted, but craved. No one I’d ever been with before made me feel that way, and this girl did it with only her eyes. I had fallen into her embrace, captivated, grinding against her, wanting all sorts of impossible things, my mind swimming as the heavy bass house music thundered through the floor, shaking our spines. As our lips met, my hands sliding through her luscious mane of auburn red hair, a flurry of thoughts and feelings inundated me: shame, the immediate worry my friends might see me, confusion at the intensity of my body’s reaction to this strange girl’s touch, and something deeper: raw, visceral desire on a level I’d never felt until then.

I sat in this office with the upside-down triangles on the door, which I was told meant this was a “safe space” to talk about… things. I was sitting in front of a woman, a very beautiful woman with long golden hair and little oval glasses on her nose. Her name was Brenda. She was a counselor who was listening to me talk about my experience with the girl, how she made me feel, and whether my feelings made me gay, or was I just experimenting with things other girls did when they got to college. It’s what I hoped. I didn’t want to be a lesbian, but I knew I had to go further. I wanted her, it scared the everliving crap out of me, but I couldn’t deny that I wanted to see her again.

Brenda smiled a warm, friendly smile to me. “I would estimate that ninety to ninety-five percent of all young women have experimented to some degree with another woman,” I remember her telling me. “Kissing, touching, climaxing. You’d probably be shocked to learn how common it is.”

I was trembling inside as I listened to her. “It felt so…. I was so ashamed of myself,” I confessed. “Like I knew it was wrong, but I wanted it so much at the same time. I felt horrible, but…”

She nodded. “What you’re feeling is normal too. It’s the same as when you had your first masturbatory orgasm. Do you remember that?”

I shook my head.

“Have you ever given yourself a climax, Becca?” she asked gently. I nodded. “You may not remember it now because you were probably young.” Yes, I was. “But young girls discovering their bodies for the first time are often frightened and confused by the feelings they’re processing. The fact that you allowed yourself pleasure last night in another girl’s arms doesn’t mean there’s anything whatsoever the matter with you.”

I just nodded again. She could read the confusion on my face like it was plain English.

“You want to see her again, don’t you?” she asked, supportively. I remember thinking how easy the question was, and although the answer was the simplest one in the world, it was the hardest to actually give. But this was supposed to be a safe place, right? I lifted my eyes to her and decided it was better to be honest, and squeaked, “Yes?”

She looked at me hard now, like she was considering something she wasn’t sure she should share with me. Leaning over the desk, she opened her hand to me. I hesitantly took it, and she squeezed gently. What she said next I’ll never forget.

She said, with a soft voice, “Womanly love is very different from love with a man. It runs deeper than most can understand. But if you choose to understand it, you can love not just women, but men, even more deeply and passionately than you thought possible. Becca, do you want to understand it?”

This question had the same answer as the one before, the same impossible but undeniable answer.

I remember when I left her office that day, I noticed the image of a flower inside one of the upside-down triangles on her door.

* * *

I am eighteen years old. I am laying on my back on a padded slab, with my ankles and wrists bound in soft but firm restraints. I am wearing nothing, but my body is wrapped with white sheer fabric, and I am blindfolded. It is night, and I am in a building somewhere removed from campus, but I don’t know where it is. I am to trust her.

It’s been two weeks since my visit with Brenda. She has taken me here, and promised me that if I want to understand, I have to first trust. She had me sit in the back seat of her car, and then blindfolded me with a white, lacy, padded eye mask, for sleeping. Two teenage girls got into the back seat with me, one on either side, and they both held my hands. Once when I tried to let one of them go to scratch my nose, they wouldn’t let me go, and shushed me gently. We drove for what seemed like half an hour before stopping.

Then she had me get out, and they took me into a building. Still blindfolded, they undressed me, had me step into a bathtub where they bathed me with warm water and scented oils. Their hands were small and soft, and I wondered if they were going to try to pleasure me as they bathed, but they didn’t. They didn’t even talk. It was like they’d done it before, that they were used to doing it. I was trembling the whole time.

They blowdried my hair, brushed it out thoroughly, and wrapped a delicate fabric around my torso and legs, before leading me out of the bath into a bigger room. There they had me lay down on my back on this padded surface, with a pillow under my head. They stretched my arms out over my head and tied them with silk cords at the wrists, and they spread my legs out wide, causing me to gasp as I felt cold air on my naked sex, and bound my ankles there. Then I felt their mouths on my lips, briefly, as they each kissed me before leaving me alone in the room.

I wasn’t alone for long. I could hear footsteps, people walking all around me, and I felt their eyes on my body. My heart was pounding from the strangeness of it all, but soon I felt a presence behind me, a familiar perfume, and a soothing touch. I whimpered as gentle hands removed the eyemask from my face finally, and I opened my eyes, staring up into Brenda’s beautiful smile. She was wearing a glistening golden silk robe with floral patterns, her face and hair elegantly made up, like she was ready for a night out in the toniest city restaurant, her golden hair shimmering in the radiance of candles, a corona haloing her angelic face. I smiled nervously back at her, then looked around the room.

It was windowless, about the size of a classroom, resplendent with lit candles of many sizes. There were seven girls here with us, some beautiful, some homely, a few heavy, others slender, here fair-complected, there dark-skinned. All looked to be around my age, none older than 21. They were all wearing robes of varying, but solid colors, none matching. They were all kneeling around us on the carpeted floor in a circle, their knees on pillows, with some items arranged in front of each of them. Each had a lit candle mounted in a candlestick before them, a porcelain-looking oblong egg with an odd black wire snaking out of it, a little bottle, and a little round spongey cylinder. There was also a vase with a flower in front of each girl, and each flower was different, the flower’s color matching the color of their robes, I noticed. My eyes moved from each one to the next, until they came to the one with the red rose …

… and I saw her. I gasped in shock and tugged at my restraints in sudden, overwhelming self-consciousness. It was her. She was staring intently at me, her smile widening, her red hair luminescent in the flickering candlelight. She remembered me. I felt my face burn with embarrassment, oh my God, she’s looking at me like this? Then all at once, I realized, she had done this too. They all did. They had all been bound like this themselves, like me, and knew what was about to come, because the same thing had happened to each of them. But what on Earth was that? I trembled as I turned my eyes up to Brenda’s, pleading for answers.

She smiled down at me, her hands laying on my face lovingly. “I know you’re nervous. Don’t be.” She leaned down and kissed my forehead like a loving parent. “Tonight is the first night of your blossoming.”

I parted my lips to ask my first question. “Why ..”

But she laid her finger over my lips and softly whispered. “Shhhh. It’s okay. Everything’s okay, I promise you. You’ve trusted me this far, and I’m grateful. Will you trust me now?” She looked into my eyes. I swallowed, and finally nodded.

She rose to her feet and looked around at all the girls gathered. They all gazed back at her with knowing eyes, some smiling excitedly, some wearing expressions of adoring reverence. She said, “Each of you has advanced another step in your path through the Garden. Now it is time again for a new step, for a new seedling has been found, and come to bloom with us, perhaps to be chosen for our patroness.” The girls all smiled at me, with warm, loving eyes. Especially …her.

“Now, take your eggs, and put them in.”

They reached for their little bottles and flipped the caps, applying a dollop of gel on their fingers and then rubbing their fingers between their legs, moistening themselves. My breathing quickened as they then took their eggs, which began humming as they touched a tiny unseen switch. I stared agog as I watched them open their legs and slide them into their vaginas, each moaning softly as they felt it shivering inside their tight canals, with only the black wire dangling from them. I turned my eyes to her, the one with the rose, and she quietly moaned as her eyes stared back into mine, slowly rolling her hips. Then the girls picked up the spongey tube and slid it into themselves, pushing the egg further into them, leaving the black cord loose between their legs on the pillow.

Brenda admired the girls for a moment, then she removed her robe, revealing her nakedness beneath. I inhaled sharply, having no idea it would proceed this far, and I felt the same panic I’d felt at the club—I shouldn’t be doing this! I shouldn’t be here, but… my curiosity blended with my body’s arousal kept me riveted to Brenda’s beautiful body. And I felt myself moistening as I silently realized what was about to happen to me.

She then spoke a strange word. “Muladhara.”

The girl with the magnolia, wearing the white robe, hesitantly rose to her feet. She had a slender build, creamy skin, dark eyes and sandy brown short hair. She looked like a Julie or a Jennifer, not a “Muladhara”, but when I saw her slide her robe off her shoulders, I forgot everything else but the vision of her naked body. She was the only one of the girls who seemed wavering and uneasy with whatever she was about to do, but the reluctance in her eyes was tempered with understanding. Brenda reached out her hand for her to come forward, and she came to me, leaning over me to kiss me. My lips parted and I closed my eyes, accepting her, and she sighed softly as our mouths pressed together. I could hear the others’ whimpering around us as they watched, their eggs buzzing softly deep inside them. Then I felt her hand on me and I started, my eyes flying open. I jerked at my bindings again, remembering that I was tied down, and that whatever they wanted to do with my body I was mostly unable to resist. The sensation sent ripples of electricity through me, and I couldn’t tell if it was panic or pleasure.

Then her lips left mine and she stared into my eyes as her fingers caressed me, nestling between my warm labia and spreading my wetness up and down between them with the tips of her fingers. She smiled softly down at me. I breathed hard, staring up at her, and slowly writhed my hips against her touch.

Brenda softly spoke, the girl rising away from me and moving between my legs. “O soft and dainty maiden, from afar I watch you, as amidst the flowers you move, and pluck them, singing …” Brenda unwrapped me and left the fabric draping over the sides of the pedestal I laid on. I was now fully naked and exposed to the room. I closed my eyes, feeling tears gathering and finally spilling down the sides of my face, my chest heaving with my breaths, my heart pounding in my chest. “More golden than all gold your tresses are, never was harp-note like your voice, my love, your voice sweet ringing.”

Her tongue on my sex sent shockwaves through my body and I gasped loudly, arching my back. All the girls around me gave soft moans of arousal as they watched me. They must have known it was the first time a girl had ever kissed me there. I opened my shame-wet eyes and turned my head to see her, the redhead behind the rose, her hand between her legs rubbing herself, her hips undulating slowly and passionately. I stared helplessly at her as the young girl between my legs licked and suckled and moaned over me, driving me to greater and greater heights of pleasure, but as good as it felt, I could only stare into her eyes, wishing it was her. Moaning in desperation, confusion and surrender, I collapsed into the embrace of my first Sapphic climax, the most loving and all-consuming ecstasy my body had ever known, like a fountain of pleasure between my legs suddenly gushing like never before. All around me I heard a chorus of passionate moans and sighs, like they were all climaxing with me, carrying me with them up, up and up, our hearts surging out of our chests.

I moaned loud in release, my muscles straining, shuddering, then finally relaxing in denouement, my breath pouring out of my lungs in exhaustion. The chorus of voices in the room also seemed to relax again into breathless sighs and soft moans. Had they really all climaxed with me? I fought to open my eyes, looking around, looking up at Brenda. She was now holding something in her hands. Something with tiny dials on it, and a small black metal antenna.

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“Alright, love, I’ll be there in about five minutes.” John closed his cell phone and pulled out of the parking garage.

Behind him in the car, piled up on the back seat, was an absurd amount of luggage for a single week vacationing on the North Fork. It had all been carefully packed that morning by Sara, his girlfriend of four years, who now awaited him outside the front entryway of the New Rochelle High School, where she had just moments ago finished yet another grueling, difficult school year teaching algebra to the ungrateful miscreants of Westchester County.

John had big plans for this vacation. Four years is a long time to be in a relationship, and though he and Sara were not married they had been together long enough so that passion, and therefore sex, now took a way-back seat to bills, careers, and the seemingly endless chores and errands that now filled the weekend days that were once spent as one long, carefree bout of foreplay. Make no doubt about it—John was deadest on making this week all about getting laid. His goal was to get Sara away from the job that seemed to stress her so, away from the troubles and worries that had seemed to make generally grumpy as of late, and try to get let go a little bit for once.

He grimaced at the thought. Sara had made this plan substantially ankara2010.com more complicated by inviting their old college friends, Marc and Theresa, to share the tiny, two-bedroom cottage that John had rented many months ago. Sara had certainly had a point—the astronomical weekly price was certainly more palatable when split in half, and they had always had a blast when traveling with Marc and Theresa. To be honest, John had to admit that Marc and Theresa were way cooler and hipper than he and Sara, and though they had been married since college they were still the first to crank the party up a notch, and the first to disappear and then make it loud and clear to those around them—with emphasis on “loud”—that they had managed to maintain in permanence the libido of a horny teenager.

So sure, it would be fun, but still not what John had in mind. Certainly, with another couple around, there would be no room for the kind of spontaneous, naked-on-the-dining-room-table sex with Sara that he had been fantasizing about—and masturbating to—since he first booked the cottage in January.

He pulled into the long circular drive in front of the school, trying to find Sara. The scene was crazier than usual, with students and parents and teachers all buzzing about with the excitement that comes with the last day of school. He couldn’t tell who seemed more jubilant, the students or the teachers.

He spotted Sara and pulled over to the side of the driveway. Despite the fact that she had her brow furrowed in a stern, stressful way that had become quite familiar to him, she still looked fabulous. Sara was petite, with a very fair face and blonde hair that lightly curled around her neck. Both John and Sara had began a rigorous exercise regime in December in attempt to escape the funk of winter, and it taken paid serious dividends for Sara; her legs were taut and firm, and her ass nearly perfect, wonderfully round but hard and tight at the same time. Her blue blouse stressed every so lightly at her breasts, which though small were a textbook example of the meaning if “perky.” John felt that familiar tightness in his groin—there was nothing quite like Sara in her teacher clothes to get him hot.

She spotted him pull aside and walked over to him, opening the door and nearly leaping into the car. “Hey hon,” she said, leaning over and kissing him on the cheek.” “Let’s get out of here fast. I don’t want to even think about this place for the next three months.” They had not even pulled back onto the street before she betrayed what she had said, launching into the familiar recount of the day’s gripes, grudges and annoyances, which lasted the fifteen minutes it took to reach the highway and begin the three-hour drive in earnest. He did his best to nod sympathetically and to offer the occasional “Really?” or “That’s terrible,” just to make clear he was listening, at least in theory.

When they hit the highway he tried to make a break in the conversation. “Well, love, you can put that all out of your mind, because we are on vacation!” He slapped her left leg gently for emphasis. He shot her a glance that was cautiously suggestive and placed his hand on her thigh, sliding it no more than a half-inch under the hem of her skirt. “I promise to do my best to give you something else to think about this week…” He slid his hand up another half inch.

Sara gave them that forced, half smile that he had seen so many times, and then took his hand and locked her fingers in his, resting it on her lap. “We should call Theresa and see if they’re on the road.”

“Good idea, hon,” he said, flashing his own forced, half smile. He took his hand back, reaching into the console for his cell and handing into his cell phone to Sara. “It’s all you, babe.” He felt the tightness in his groin slip away, and he looked down the highway, anticipating the many hours of all comfortable silence that would take them to the cottage, and to the scene of grand expectations that had already begun to deflate.

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I got in my car just passed noon. I texted Dad to let him know that I was on the road in 5 minutes. He told me to watch traffic on 26. I smirked and texted thanks! I put the phone on hands free and dialed Brett. It rang and went to voice mail. “Hey this is Zach. Just calling to say hey. I’m on my way to lunch with parents. I’ll be back in town about 330-400, then I have the house meeting which is over at 6. You still wanna hang out tonight? I’m free for sure. Let me know, k? Call or text back. See ya.”

I was on the highway; I couldn’t think of what music to play….I remembered that Moby album Brett had played in the shower…I ought to have it on my phone….yup…for a few miles I just got lost in the music and the hum of the road. I scrolled thru my contacts; my eyes fell on my therapist’s number. I dialed.

She is semi-retired and takes on a few clients. We’d been together for more than ten years. We had the understanding since the bad spell my freshman year that I could call anytime, she’d bill a week day session to my parents account. On the third ring she answered. “Hi, Carol, Zacharias here…how’re you?”

“I’m good, what’s wrong?” she was as direct as ever.

“You’re on speaker phone, hands free in my car. Do you have plans for the next hour?”

I told her everything, well not everything I kept the sex details mostly to myself. I dumped. I got misty eyed in gratitude more than once. She was largely silent. I blew out a huge sigh, “I guess I’m calling to say thanks. I’m living the freedom we discussed within all that abstract talk we covered in sessions.”

“Yes. Yes. I’d say you were….listen Zacharias, You haven’t asked anything of me in this call…so I’m not going to advise you on anything….you’re happy I can hear it….I accept your thanks then, my friend.”

“That’s what I hoped for, just acceptance of what I offer….Carol. I love you, my friend.”

“Well it would be unprofessional of me to reply in kind….but fuck professionalism, I love you too Zacharias.” She was the only one who called me that because she made it sound right.

“I want to call you again, next weekend alright?”

“Great. Can you email me a time frame, please….I’ve got some things on my books.”

“Certainly thanks for taking my call….bye.”

“Bye. Next weekend.”

I was exiting the highway almost to the restaurant for lunch. After that call I could face Mom’s scrutiny without getting worked up or hurting her feelings. Lunch was fun; I gave all the news from school; asked about their projects. Dad would be travelling for work for a couple of weeks and Mom was joining him for a five day weekend on the end of the trip; we wouldn’t meet for three weeks. Then it was crunch time as tournaments started. In a month then I agreed to spend the day with them. I was looking forward to it actually. I meant it and Mom picked up on that. Goodbyes went quick for a change.

I got back in my car; I’d left my phone in the dash. Voicemail and texts. Voicemail first: Brett, “I-I-I-h-h-h-ate th-h-these…y-y-y-yes. S-s-six th-th-th-thirty, ok-ok?”

Then his text, “Sorry I hate voice mail. But I said I’d call. Yes, I would still like to hang, if 630 is still alright with you. I never know if I am understood when I leave a voice message. Text me back if anything changes.”

The other text was from an unknown number, it was from D, “J said y’all talked a bit this morning. I concur. I want to chill with you….get to know each other. Workout? Study time? Movie/dinner? Open to suggestion….”

I saved his number and texted back, “Me three!!! bursa escort I’ve got a little time here on the road, but I think you’re still working. I’ll be at the house free time from 400-500….quick bite? Tacos?”

I started the car and turned on music, even before I got the car into drive he replied, “TACOS!!!”

“Funny enough my fave? Tres amigos!”

“Hahaha. See you. Drive safe.”

I texted the offer to J just in case, he declined as his Mom wanted to see him about the work we’d done the night before. He was off radar for the rest of the night with a triple frown emoji.

I drove just listening to the music. I thought of the week ahead and opened my calendar on my phone. I highlighted free time what little there was with workouts, practices, class time, course work, and study time and study group. But. But I did have time to myself. Late evenings, Most of the weekends. That same sense of ability, of confidence I’d felt last night was just there for me.

I made good time, rolled into my parking spot at 345. I tidied my room. I stripped and without a fantasy in my head, just the pure feeling of it edged for 5 rich minutes. I grabbed an old, old pair of jeans, they actually were threadbare on my balls and one back pocket was tore, showing my cheek. My basket bounced and jiggled with the recent edge session and the thought of play time to come.

I jogged a little to the taco truck; D was hunched outta the gloom next to the lone bright lamp which gave off some heat. We ‘bro hugged’ hands clenched between our chests. He said, “I ordered for us…the half dozen, chicken no cheeses, s’alright?” I nodded. My lips tingled in memory of how they felt after blowing him this morning….

“Dustin?? Taco’s ready. Salsa?” The platter made my mouth water. I snagged two and stuffed one half ways in my mouth. The little lady laughed me, “Like a hungry bird!” Her accent was adorable. I mumbled, “gracias.’ and tucked my hair back off my left ear. Dustin dropped the change in the jar.

We were silent. I ate my two, he ate three and nodded at the last one, I shook my head it disappeared. “You look good, nice jeans…” he spoke quietly, “Let’s walk back to your house.” I could feel him connecting with my balls as they bounced while we walked slowly just chatting. I took my hand outta my pocket and the length of my shaft lay across the pouch made by the worn button fly.

“Yeah. I got a friend, teammate coming over to play…” I grinned at how good that felt to just say.

“Nice, I got video call with Jess, at least I get to see her come, even if I’m not there….” He sighed.

“Any way of knowing when she’ll be back? You miss her…”

He nodded, “hell yes I miss her. Never loved anyone that hard.” He looked around as if he wasn’t sure where he was. “No. No her schedule can change daily since the merger. Another year of unknowns, at least.”

“Dude, I’m sorry, that sucks…” I caught myself, covered my smile with a cough

D gave a barking laugh, “You almost said, sucks dick didn’t ya?”

I nodded and when he looked at me we both said, “And is sucking dick a bad thing?”

We were on the steps of the house. I was glad to laugh with him. “C’mon in for a sec?”

He looked at his phone, upside down it said 440, and “I got time…”

“I’ve got a house meeting in a bit, but c’mon up.” I showed him around the house; the grand room was filling fast. In my room he flopped on the bed and humped the air for a sec. “What the hell?” Laughing I leaned on my desk.

“This is where you jack off…just getting çanakkale escort a feel for it…” he put his hands behind his head on my pillows, “C’mere a sec…”

I stepped the pace towards him, he pulled me down on top him….we fit right together. He sucked a kiss outta me hard enough my lips went puffy. The ache between my ass and balls flared up.

He broke the kiss, “yup. You make me hot. Not just a one time thing….that’s good. J and I got a great friendship, more than friends, really but still comfortable. I want you like that too. I’ve thought about this today. I know when I fall; I think you and J have too, right?”

I had a lump in my throat. His hands were in the small of my back and I leaned up to put mine on his pecs….”I thought that exact thing this morning with both of you at different times. Like J said to me, we decide where this goes, k?”

He pulled me back down lay flat on top of him. “Yup. So fucking glad we’re all on board…”

We just lay and made out for what seemed only a minute. Someone yelled up the stairs, “5 minutes guys, members only in 5 minutes!”

D and I got up after he drew another hard kiss from me, my lips tingled and it looked like I was almost wearing lipstick. I introduced him to a couple of guys as he left. I saw Dale leaning on the back of one couch; he patted the space next to him. Just as I leaned my hip next to Dale’s, Isaac popped up from the kitchen. We made eye contact and he came over and stood on the other side of me. Damn I thought, I’m glad this is an informal meeting, our bitch session. I’d never be able to take notes as secretary in between these two.

As it was there wasn’t much to bitch about; the usual, pick up after yourself, keep noise down, guests are only during posted hours etc….Dale placed his thick thigh across the back of my legs for a bit. Isaac caught this and I saw that even though he scowled, he had to hide his growing boner with hands in pockets. Dale caught that too. Hell, why not, I thought? I saw my self in a reflection in a mirror in the back of a display case framed by two taller handsome studs.

My hair was wavy messy behind my ears. My eyes shone and my lips were definitely abused, puffy and deeply flushed. The polo I was wearing showed off my biceps and delts; my nipples were hard little points in front. The shirt was older, thin enough, snug enough that the top two pair of my eight pack abs pressed thru. The jeans hung low on my hips so that when I moved the shelf of the top of my butt was exposed; just a little crack showing too. The jeans hugged my thighs when I moved. My pube showed if I raised my arms. Best asset of all was my basket. The length of my shaft pointed to the left; I was cut so the ridge of my head made a clear line. My balls were cupped nicely by the pouch made from years of wear. When I moved they rolled, shifted in the pouch.

I leaned back to arch and stretch my back standing; that exposed my pube in my snug old jeans, both guys sideways eyed me. I put my elbows on the back of the couch next and slightly spread my legs, one in front of Isaac, the other in front of Dale. Isaac shifted to bump my ass lightly once with the back of his hand still inside pants pocket. I heard Dale draw in a breath. I stood and twisted my spine hands on hips. I caught eye contact from both of them; Dale actually stared down at my package for a long time.

The council announced the agenda then for the formal meeting this Tuesday at 600. I murmured to Isaac, “I’ll get a quick run in before we meet at your studio or we can go right from here…?”

didim escort Isaac’s, “Right away…” sent a chill thru me.

Dale growled out of the side of his mouth, “What was that?”

“Isaac and are doing yoga and massage together Tuesday right after formal. You and I should hang sometime too…”

Other side conversations were starting to build, the council called the meeting. I took a step and leaned my ass on the couch facing the two of them. They looked at each other and began puffing up. “Guys. Chill. No alpha male shit, ok?” Isaac gaped and Dale flushed. I crossed my arms and instead of being assertive, I opened up to them uncrossing my arms and putting my hands next to me on the back of the couch. My back was to the room, but it was hard to be vulnerable. “Let’s keep things open and friendly.”

They both nodded, looking stunned at my vulnerability. They both kinda stepped closer when a couple of loud whoops came from the TV side of the grand room. “OK that’s more like it.” I ‘bro hugged’ Dale then Isaac, “Why don’t you guys go have a beer or two, have some cheesy fries for me. I’ve got a teammate coming over in a bit.” They both looked awkward as hell, “oh and I give you both explicit permission to discuss me and recent ‘events’ in our friendships…” the last I said so only they heard me. I smiled my most winning smile and walked away.

I got to my room, feeling like I was on the mats with a fresh take down under my belt. I stood for a minute and looked at myself in the mirror, the urge to edge roared up my spine. I stuffed the urge and thumped down in front of my laptop to check email and go over this week’s schedule. I jotted a note of thanks to my therapist asking if Saturday midday worked for her. After fifteen minutes of review I was sure I’d get everything done easily and pursue extra-curricular activities.

I had a few minutes to spare. I texted J, “hi!

I then texted Victoria, “Looking at schedule, filling fast, free Thursday 4-6? Study break?”

Got this right back from her, “Hell yeah. Meet at library. Go from there?” “Oh yeah.” And she came back with, “working late right now, other job, gotta go for the night. Glad you got a hold of me. Bye for now. Kisses”

So I added to my calendar: Brett sun 630-? Isaac Mon yoga 7-8, Brett running Mon 11, J Mon phone lunch, Isaac Tue 630, Vic Thur 4-6….I did stand and fist pumped the sky like a champion. I had a few minutes to kill. I opened the pics from the weekend and lightly traced my balls thru the threadbare jeans. I jumped a little when my phone beeped a text from J.

“D called me from Caleb’s’ phone. D lost his phone in your bed?!? hahaha. He’ll be by in a minute to grab it…” I lifted the covers, no phone. I looked under the bed, no phone. I moved the pillows, there it was. I heard him bounding up the stairs. He grinned and slid the phone into his back pocket. “Where’s you buddy, Brett?”

“Not due for another few minutes yet….when do you see Jess?”

“Half hour.” His grin was infectious.

“What’re you smiling at?”

“I’m glad I’m so spacey…”

“Really? Why’s…”

He cut me off by nibbling my lower lip and lifting me off the floor by grabbing both my ass cheeks. His smoothness in setting us down on the bed was awesome. We kissed until I needed to breathe. He stood up, jeans tented by his boner; mine was poking up from the inside of my left pocket. He spied my calendar open on my laptop, “keep Friday booked for us three, ok?” I nodded from my bed. He tapped in “Tres amigos” at 7 Friday night. He readjusted his tented jeans, stuffed one hand to pocket hide his lessening boner, “Gotta run but can I take a pic of you right now for Jess and J?”I nodded. They both texted back, ‘hawtie!’ This is still one of my favorite pics of me. I walked him down the stairs. My phone beeped from my back pocket.

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My first ‘experience’ with a hotwife situation occurred with my now ex-wife. We had been married for 5 or 6 years and were getting into the marriage sexual doldrums. We had talked off and on about having some extracurricular fun to spice things up in our sex lives and as we talked it kind of slipped out that I had a few (or more) drunken episodes with women that l had met while traveling on business.

We had a rough few days after that and spoke very little – especially about my straying behavior. Unknown to me at the time she had confided in her best friend Michelle – and that is pretty much where this story starts. Michelle told my wife that she knew a man of large proportions and would be happy to fix it so my wife Ann could sample his large cock. After the fact Ann told me that she was reluctant at first…but was mildly interested when Michelle indicated that Skip was very well hung and had a ferocious sexual appetite. I had above average equipment…but nothing I packed could compare with Skips equipment.

I had been scheduled to consult on a job in Port Charlotte Fl which was about 100 miles from our home in Tampa and off I went. I arrived at Port Charlotte and checked into my hotel. The next day was filled with business consultations and then a business lunch and then my client scheduled another meeting the next day. I went back to the hotel where l was staying and lounged around the pool…scoping out the young women in skimpy bathing suits…surreptitiously adjusting my cock in my swim trunks thinking about their tight bodies and what l would do to them in bed – if given half the chance…but with trying to be a good husband all l could really do is ogle them and sip my cocktail. My cell rang and I was informed that my consultation the next day had to be postponed and that it would be a couple of days until it could be rescheduled.

Luckily l had only taken a couple of sips from my cocktail – so l left it on the table – went up to my room to pack and proceeded to check out, load my car and head home. During my journey an accident on one of the many bridges in this part of the state stalled my progress and I was stuck for a few hours on some bridge. The sexual anticipation had tightened my crotch as my cock had become semi engorged thinking of the time I would spend later sampling my wife’s wares and fucking her like only l thought l could fuck her. Eventually the jam cleared and l practically raced home to enjoy some private time with my wife.

Approaching my home l noticed a car in the driveway that l did not recognize – but l just figured that Ann had a friend over for a nights diversion while l was away – and what a diversion it turned out to be. I parked and figured l would get my luggage later or tomorrow. Letting myself into the house l was greeted by a darkened living room and kitchen. I could vaguely hear the television upstairs and wondered why Ann would be in bed at such an early hour. I heard what I thought was a masculine voice and l had no idea that my life was on the verge of changing forever.

Some keen sense was working within me so l stealthily approached the stairs and prepared to make my way up – as music softly made its way diyarbakır escort to my ears. Stopping l quickly took off my shoes and jacket and crept up the stairs towards our bedroom. I could plainly distinguish Ann’s voice and then l could hear a masculine voice reply to her questions. A knot started forming in my stomach as all manner of scenario’s flashed through my mind in a microsecond. I reached the top landing and the bedroom door was closed…but the adjoining bathroom door was slightly ajar. Slowly l crept into the bathroom and saw that the bathroom door into our bedroom was halfway open – so l crept in and my life changed radically at that moment.

Ann was on her back with her knees pulled up to her shoulders her hand pulling her thighs down and even farther apart as her lover pumped a very large cock in and out of her wet pussy. His hands were behind her knees and his large tool was plowing into her in an urgent fashion – not really out of control – but with determination. This image was imprinted, no etched into my memory for all time. His large cock was sliding into her hot slit and as he pulled out l could see her inner lips grip his cock making it appear that he was turning her pussy inside out. Her arms were slung haphazardly on the bed above her head and her eyes were rolling up into her sockets from the sheer lasciviousness of their actions. I could tell she was on the verge of cumming – probably again – and at that very moment she orgasmed. Her lover merely pounded her harder as she visibly shook and curled her toes and latched onto the sheets with both hands. He slowed his pumping motions and nursed her through her orgasm as her breath became ragged and sweat poured off her body.

I had never seen Ann in this state before and l had literally had sex with her thousands of times in all of our years together. Her sweat dampened hair clung to her face and her body was flushed red as the blood coursed through her veins as she was getting fucked by a porn star sized cock. Her breath was ragged through her mouth as she fought to get oxygen into her lungs and her sweat plastered her hair to her face and shoulders. Her lovers large member was relentless as he slid in and out of her hot gash. l absentmindedly admired his physique as he plowed his engorged dick in and out of my wife. He had a swimmers build and his hair was also wet with sweat as his exertions brought my darling wife to another big time orgasm. He merely fucked her even harder causing her to cry out to him.

“FUCK ME….fuck me with that big cock…oh God I love it….harder!!!” She managed to stammer out somehow as he plowed full force into her willing receptacle. He stopped for a minute and her eyes went wide with surprise. He merely rolled her over and pulled her hips up – grabbed his fuckstick and slid it into her for some good old doggy style screwing. She laid her head on the bed as he grabbed her hips and started slamming into her with a wet smack smack smack sound. I was surprised her moaning was not waking up the whole neighborhood as his large equipment was making her snatch squelch everytime he roughly inserted it into her quivering femaleness. Ann continued to moan edirne escort loud enough to wake the dead as his assault on her pussy was relentless. I could not pry my eyes away from the lewd scene before me and l realized l had a hard on that resembled those l used to get in high school. In those days no amount of jacking off could quell my lust for sex.

As he continued working his thick meat into my her pussy doggy style – he slid his thumb into her ass. That set her off on another series of orgasms that wracked her body and made her scream into the mattress and yet he was unrelenting, savagely fucking my wife’s once tight pussy.

My erection was painful. I couldn’t believe that watching my wife fuck was having this effect on me. I had always thought that if this ever happened l would be a raving madman. Charging in and putting a beating on her lover as he begged me to spare him. Here I was however; being cuckolded by a man with a very large cock putting it to my wife like an Olympic champion. As all of this was running through my mind my wife had another powerful orgasm that, quite simply, was so powerful she was unable to make any sound. Her body shook and almost convulsed she came so hard. I surely thought this would be the end of their session – but he merely rolled her over and pushed her knees up to her shoulders. He slid his hand under one of the pillows and came up with some lube – squirted a generous amount onto his hand and pushed her knees up and applied it to her ass.

This my wife would NEVER go for – l had tried for years to get anal sex from her and was always presented with a stern NO. He finished lubing her ass and applied a coat to his horse cock. Stroking up and down the crevasse of her ass I was prepared for her to halt the action. He merely slowly started working his equipment into her ass very slowly.

“Oh god….l love it when you fuck my tight ass.” my wife managed to gasp out between her ragged breaths.

I was aghast! Anal sex was the absolute no no in our marriage. I had tried and tried dozens of times to get her to let me get into her booty – but the answer was ALWAYS a firm no! Her lover merely took his time and slid his thick meat into her bottom without much fanfare at all but it sent her off the charts. The instant his probing penis was embedded into her sweet ass set off another round of orgasms for her. I lost count of the number of times she came.

“l love the way you fuck my ass – please pound it hard.” she begged.

l could not believe my ears! My staid wife – begging her huge cocked lover to fuck her ass hard, all l could do was shake my head. I felt as if my life was falling apart right in front of my eyes. I felt tears well up and my stomach churned.

Her lover started making sounds that promised a huge orgasm was on the way. He gave a couple of grunts and then thrust hard into her pussy and shot what must have been a record amount of cum into her. He came so hard I was surprised he didn’t fly around the room backwards like a deflating balloon. He shuddered and shook and thrust hard into my wife’s hot ass ejaculating what must have been a record amount of cum into her bottom. He laid elazığ escort on top of her very still for a few moments then rolled off to the side. She immediately slid down and grabbed his large joint, gave it a couple of strokes and then started sucking it like a two dollar whore. I was aghast! She slobbered and sucked and jacked his cock all the while going ‘Mmmm’. I was lucky if she sucked my cock once a quarter – l practically had to beg her to perform her oral talents on me – and here she was sucking his cockhead – which was all she could fit in her mouth – like it was an all day sucker – after it had been in her asshole.

In no time she had his cock rock hard again – she had always been an accomplished cocksucker – she just rarely did it for me. My mind wondered a moment as l thought about how many times had this happened…was this the first time. I instantly dismissed that – as they fucked too well together – they had obviously been seeing each other more than a few times – but for how long? Ann arose from the bed and started heading – rather unsteadily – towards the bathroom. I felt like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car. I quickly stepped out into the hallway and stepped into the linen closet. The silence was deafening. l anxiously waited for her to jerk the door open and ask me if l ‘liked what l saw’. I heard the toilet flush and her receding footfalls as she made her way back to the bed.

I could hear them speaking but it was unintelligible conversation to me…then I heard a jingling sound…his belt perhaps? Coins in his pocket? I stayed put and then heard the bedroom door open and heard some muffled conversation and some kissing. Retreating footsteps, a slamming door and l knew he was gone.

Now what? Would I be trapped in here until she fell asleep? Or perhaps she would shower? Could I wait it out? My throbbing erection was starting to recede a bit when suddenly the closet door opened wide and Ann was staring me in the eyes.

‘Like what you saw?’ she inquired.

‘Umm….I uh…’ was all l could stammer out.

She turned and walked into the bedroom. l stood there for a moment like a rat in a trap and unsure about how to proceed.

‘Matt – come in here…please.’ she said.

l slowly walked into the bedroom and saw her casually laying on the rumbled bed where I had watch their epic fuckfest. I walked slowly over to the edge of the bed.

‘Strip’ – she practically commanded me.

l slowly undressed and my very hard cock sprang into view. She took a good look at me, hard cock and all.

‘Laydown for me’ she asked.

l slowly laid on the sweaty sheets. She slowly rubbed my forehead – got on her hands and knees and threw a leg over my head. l had a close up view of her ravaged snatch. It was slightly agape and had cum inside of it…some of the cum was forming on the labia and was making a potential droplet. She sat down with her labial lips on my lips – as l was fighting the urge to retch she said, ‘clean it! Clean my lovers cum out of my just fucked pussy!’

I paused for a moment…

‘Do it you fucking wimp…yea that’s what you are…a fucking cuck wimp…clean my nasty cunt!’

As soon as my tongue touched her labia my cock erupted with the largest load and the biggest orgasm l had ever had.

‘l fucking knew it’ she said, ‘You’re a cum eating cuck wimp – now stick that tongue in there and get all the cum my lovers huge cock shot into me!’

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Finally, I had the house to myself for the day. I decided to use the time to work on my tan. The deck on the back of my parents’ house was secluded, and I often lay out there in my bikini, when the men weren’t home, to catch some rays.

I was lying face-down on a towel on a lounge chair, and to help with my tan lines I had untied my top and let the strings fall down to the ground. The warm summer air was seductive, and I closed my eyes briefly, thinking that I would just rest them for a moment.

I think I realized quickly enough that I was dreaming. The lounge chair pressing against my bare breasts and the rest of my near-naked body became my younger brother. We were standing, pressed together, in a dark place. We were both without clothing. We were unable to move, bound together like this somehow.

My bare breasts were pressed firmly against his ribs, and his penis, erect and so warm, was against me, too. I could feel his breath in my hair, as I knew he could, mine, near the nape of his neck. As our mutual bondage stretched on, I noticed my breathing becoming attuned to his.

It was so intensely intimate sharing the very rhythm of life with his body, his skin, his soul, and my memory flashed to the touch of my hand to his fingers in another place.

In my dream, we stood there, bound together, immobile, but even without motion I became aware that his stiff penis was throbbing against me. Without warning, it erupted, spraying warm liquid onto the both of us, the liquid reaching up to my breasts and running down the curves of my belly toward my sex. As it flowed and cooled, I shivered, and shivering, I awoke.

Aware of a presence there in the waking daylight, I turned my face toward him and I saw my younger brother there, on a lounge chair beside me. He was nude, and at first I thought, “Wow! ‘Full of cum’ is right.”

But he was not there to play our game. He had a brown bottle of Coppertone in his hand and he was massaging a calf with the white lotion. I glanced quickly toward his middle and saw that his penis was soft. So, it wasn’t “like that.”

“Hi, little bro,” I murmured sleepily. “You’re home early.”

“Yeah, slow day,” he replied, adding suntan lotion to the tops of his pale white feet. “I figured I’d join you tekirdağ escort out here and work on my tan lines,” he added, glancing pointedly down at his own nakedness. Then his eyes returned to me.

“More like you figured you’d come over and stare at my ass,” I retorted. “Stop it!” I chided him, and I slapped him playfully on the arm.

He finished putting on lotion and laid back, lacing his fingers behind his head. He stared off at the treetops and still I saw no signs of an erection.

Meanwhile, I was kind of stuck there on my belly. My top was untied, and it would have been much easier to re-tie it if I could have sat up first. With my brother there, I couldn’t do that.

I know, he had seen me completely naked not that long ago, the day that Emily was here. That didn’t make me any more willing to show him my bare little breasts again just now.

Since I was apparently not going anywhere for a while, I relaxed and turned my thoughts to the things I wanted to talk to him about.

I began.

“Do you like Emily?” I asked.

“Uh, yeah.”

“I think she likes you, too.” I reached back and adjusted my bikini bottoms, for no better reason than to tease him with my bum. “You should ask her out,” I went on, “but after what happened the other day, you need to start really slow.” In this, I was sincere. “If you want my advice, don’t even try to touch her on the first date. You should let her decide.”

He listened quietly to me and said, “yeah, I guess I can understand that.” In the heat of the moment, in our family room, after he had put on a display of stroking his dick for two horny college girls, Jordan had come a second time while Emily was cleaning him up.

If he really wanted to woo her, after that kind of beginning, he seriously needed to start all over again.

I remembered how he had tried to caress her little butt through her dress that day, and how she had stopped him. But it hadn’t stopped her from what she was doing to him.

I went on. “Jordan, Emily is my best friend; she’s really special. Take the time to find out why.”

Another pause. “I think I can do that.”

We sunned then together in silence. I worked myself up to the next question, one that at once I did, and did forumagic.com not, want to know.

“Jordan?”

“Sis?”

“The other day, when Emily told you to imagine that it was me, you know, doing that to you?”

“Mmm hmmm?”

“Well, you came in an instant.”

My brother cleared his throat. Was he as uncomfortable as me? It didn’t matter; this had to be aired. “Yeah, yeah, I did, didn’t I?”

Another long pause as I made the words come out of me.

“Is that what you want?”

He rolled halfway towards me, resting his head on his hand, his flaccid penis falling against his thigh. “Honestly? No,” he said. “I mean, it’s fun doing the things we’ve been doing, you know? But…”

I cut him off. “Then explain why you did it so quickly, because I ….”

“Yeah,” he answered, “I know how it looks. But believe me, I like playing together the way we’ve been doing, but… you’re my sister. It’s cool being able to show you that stuff, but… sis… I don’t want to touch you.”

“That’s how I feel, too,” I agreed. “So, why…?”

“I guess it was just, she was touching me and saying that, and it was so, I don’t know, dirty, you know? But you’re my sister, for Christ’s sake. Isn’t there a difference between looking and, you know …” and he let his voice trail off. “You… understand?” His voice was so pained then, I wondered if he was crying. I was close, myself.

“Yeah,” I sighed. “I know.”

“Jordan?”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t get … hard right now, ok?”

He said nothing.

I needed to know something about touching, about him. About us. I reached my hand across the small divide between us and touched his maleness. I was immediately struck by how truly soft the skin felt on my fingers. And I was struck, too, that I felt nothing like the electric connection of touching hand to hand, fingers to fingers, as had happened between us that day.

This was just a touch. Brothers and sisters pushed and patted and elbowed each other every minute, every day. And I could do it, too, without connecting our souls.

His penis felt cool, and I let my hand roam down it further. His balls beneath felt decidedly warm and, well, fuzzy. I measured their weight in my hand. I just wanted to get this past us, and then the touching would be done.

“Thank you,” I said, and I could see his breathing was quickening. As I trailed my hand off of him, his control was giving way to a growing erection. I gave him a squeeze as we parted.

I watched with sisterly curiosity as he rose, beat by beat of his heart, into firmness, my hand no longer upon him.

He was hard now. I understood. I admired it. And I gave him permission. “You can take care of that, if you need to.” I looked in his eyes. “It’s ok.”

He started, as I had done myself shyly before, by rubbing his thighs, before gradually taking himself in his hand. For my part, I remained face down on my lounge chair. It was nice to realize that I could watch him take care of himself without feeling wild uncontrolled desire rage in myself. Until now, each time we had played our little game, there had been some ratcheting up of the stakes, some escalation. This time, for a change, I felt I could just watch him and not add more fuel to the fire. I held to his eyes, like I had made him do for me once before, making myself relax and absorb the erotic feelings.

My brother, too, seemed more relaxed and casual than before. There was no urgency to his pleasuring touch. I did feel a familiar warmth start inside me, but I resisted it, and lay still on my belly focusing instead on the sensations of a light summer breeze, knowing that he was gazing at me.

I could have resisted my brother’s temptation, but he whispered to me, “I have to confess, it’s a nice ass.” And while we laughed, nothing had ever made me so aware of the little bikini just hiding my essential places, and exposing my feminine curves.

The warmth inside me had grown to a thing that demanded attention.

“Close your eyes for me, please?” I whispered. He did, and I turned myself over, exposing my breasts to the sky.

I peeled myself out of my bottoms, reveling in the breezy feeling of bareness there on the deck.

Lazily, I touched myself, like my brother beside me was languidly doing.

Then I whimpered, whispered his name, Jordan, quietly, as I enjoyed a soft orgasm. When it finished, I turned my face toward him. Sensing me there, he opened his eyes. I smiled then at my wonderful brother, and he, without fanfare, released soft streams on himself, again and again. His eyes slowly closed in contentment.

Then I stood, collecting the pieces of my swimsuit, and headed indoors.

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This story is for my boy Nick, and is closely based on him. I changed a little, but not too much of his character for this fictional story. I hope you enjoy this Nick, my good boy.

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“Sorry, I got the call just before I got here. Is it cool if I take it and get to it after I run to work and physically replace that server I told them was going to fail?” Luke lifted the laptop in one hand.

“Sure, go ahead. Must be big if they are calling you in on a Saturday.” Nick responded, glad his friend was still willing to work on the messed up laptop.

“Yeah, some physical stuff we can’t do by logging in at home. I’m going straight there. Hate to, but I gotta run.”

“Go, I’ll catch you later.”

“Later bud.” Luke rushed out to his car, putting Nick’s laptop on the passenger seat.

The work problem wasn’t that much of an issue, but some executives were twittering about it, so Luke’s boss called him in to show they were on it. Luke did what was needed, and headed back home, grabbing drive-through on the way.

Sitting at his desk, he opened up Nick’s laptop. Nothing came up on the screen. Probably a power issue. Closing the lid, Luke flipped it over and undid the casing. Shortly, he had found the problem and was able to fix it. It turned on, and booted up. Nick had taped his password to the edge, and Luke connected to his network and pulled up the browser. It asked if he wanted to restore pages. On automatic, he clicked “OK”. Several tabs opened up and Luke gave them a quick scan. Nothing really out of the ordinary. Except one tab. Luke clicked it. A site called . Now that wasn’t expected, and Luke sat up a bit. Auto-login was enabled, so Luke took a look. It was a social network for kinky people. Luke poked around a bit and discovered his dick was poking up. Not surprising as Luke had a long history of dominating the men he bedded. There was a lot of stuff on this site that went even further than Luke did. He was going to have to spend more time getting ideas.

Luke leaned back and considered things. Nick wasn’t very computer savvy, so shutting down the browser would erase what he had looked at. Luke did that and turned off the machine. He pulled his own out. Grabbing a beer and flopping on the sofa, Luke created a profile “BrainyAnd***ung”. After all, he was brainy, and he was hung. It was bound to get Nick’s attention, and spent a few hours looking around on the site. At some point a plan began to form in his head. A good plan. Luke got creating and expanding his connections there, as that was needed for the next part.

Luke returned Nick’s laptop the next day and they sat around drinking beers and watching ESPN. Luke stole a couple looks at Nick, for the first time thinking of him in a sexual way. Nick had a great personality and looked like Freddie Prinze, Jr. Luke let a smile cross his face as he thought about getting Nick to suck his dick. After all, that was what Nick was cruising for on the fetish site. A man’s dick to suck. And more than only suck, he wanted to be cuckolded with his girlfriend and forced to do things. Luke was going to have Nick between his thighs and a whole lot more.

Over the next few weeks Luke watched Nick on the network. He would come on every few days, like some pictures and occasionally post text. Luke joined most of the same groups and posted in some of the same groups, so Nick would see his handle. Finally Nick made a post Luke could post a direct response to, so he did. A few days later they friended each other. Luke messaged Nick and started a conversation.

The first exchange of messages went well, and communication continued over time. Luke probed for things about Nick, and Nick responded, glad to have a man talking to him. At some point, Nick revealed he almost got to meet up with a guy.

BrainyAnd***ung: So you got close to meeting that guy and he bugged out?

Beta***ick: Yeah, was a while back. Not had a lot of luck since then.

BrainyAnd***ung: Poor boy, craving cock and not able to get any.

Beta***ick: Yeah…..

BrainyAnd***ung: Noticed you’re not too far from me, if that’s where you actually are, I could just see you getting down on your knees, opening your mouth, making me happy.

Beta***ick: I’d do it, show you what I’m willing to do for you.

BrainyAnd***ung: How much will you do to prove it to me? Prove you are worthy to suck my cock.

Beta***ick: Tell me & I’ll do it, I’ll be the best beta you ever had.

Beta***ick: Look, I know I said I’d do anything. Got really hot. The pic of your dick turns me on like you wouldn’t believe. But I can’t be exposed. Show my face, or meet up with someone who would know me. I can’t have my friends & family seeing me do this.

BrainyAnd***ung: Hmmm. I don’t usually like it when betas tell me they can’t do things, but I understand. You’ll have to do some extra work to prove yourself. Then I’ll let you take a swing on this samsun escort long dick. Just imagine it sliding between your lips, the taste, the feel.

Beta***ick: I’m hard thinking of it…so hard.

BrainyAnd***ung: And that other fantasy of yours, maybe I could fuck your girlfriend for you. Sit you tied up in a corner, mount her and give her the pounding of a lifetime. Something you could never do.

Beta***ick: oooo Sir you are so right, that would be your right to do. Anytime you wanted. I am sure you could satisfy her like I never could.

BrainyAnd***ung: Yes, it would be right. Whatever I want, whenever I want it.

Beta***ick: Yes Sir, that’s right, anything for you.

BrainyAnd***ung: Anything, how about a pic of your dick? Let me see what I’m taking control of.

Beta***ick: Yes Sir.

Beta***ick: I’m so fucking nervous doing this.

BrainyAnd***ung: You can do it beta, make your boss happy.

Beta***ick: Sir, I can’t attach a picture here. It wont let me.

BrainyAnd***ung: I have a gmail account at BrainyAnd***ung.

Nick took a picture of his junk, having to concentrate to hold his hands steady as he was shaking with anxiety. He sat staring at the screen before he hit send, having had to get a stiff drink to gather the courage. He had never considered he would do something like this. He was surprised at himself for doing it at all. This was so far out of anything he had ever done before. Nick was always pretending to be a man in charge, but inside he wanted to obey orders. Something about this guy really reached into him. Nick had gotten to suck a dick once on vacation, and had been craving it more and more ever since. had been his best bet, but Nick hadn’t found someone close enough and at the same time far enough away he wouldn’t run into them on the street. Damn, Nick needed a cock in his mouth.

Across town, Luke grinned when the email arrived. Nick had done it, sent his cock and balls out. Luke would push Nick to do more and more until he was kneeling sucking his cock. It would be so nice to have the alpha-pretender there. Nick had always seemed confident, in charge. Checking out his profile told a different story. Nick liked to be bossed around, wanted to be a cuckold. And most of all wanted to suck a dick. Luke was amazed Nick was so submissive. He had followed Nick’s posts and likes for a while to get a good feel for what was happening in the secret corners of his mind. It was going to make victory so much sweeter.

The next day Luke pulled the picture of Nick’s junk back up and looked at it. Luke outclassed him in a big way, so this was going to be fun. He messaged Nick on asking if he was up for his next task to prove he was worthy of sucking a real man’s dick. Luke had decided he was going to play with Nick a bit. See what he could make the boy do before getting rewarded with dick.

A few hours later Nick responded that he was. Luke didn’t know for sure how much Nick was twisted inside at admitting he would do more. Getting to have the man who seemed so confident figuratively fall to his knees was giving Luke more of a boner than he expected. Luke had dominated his sexual partners for years, but this was a whole new experience, a whole new way to be in charge.

Luke made Nick wait for the task. He had planned what it would be, and knew the delay would make Nick desire it more. Luke sent the message at 2 AM. In the conversations that had occurred between them, Nick had mentioned that his family had a real estate firm, owning several properties in the area. That was part of Luke’s plan.

BrainyAnd***ung: OK boy, go to one of the empty buildings your family is trying to rent out at night. Go in, strip naked and take some pictures. Send them to me. You can keep your face out of them since I know you’re a real pussy. Do it for me and my cock. The same cock you can almost taste.

Looking at the message Nick felt his guts go cold. But the draw of dick was so great. If he did that it would be closer to getting a cock, if this guy was serious. They had been talking back and forth and it had been going well. It was like BrainyAnd***ung really knew him. It felt so good to be talking to someone about wanting cock, and other things. Nick was torn, but the desire was so great, he would do anything to get it.

That night Nick tried to sleep. The orders ran around and around in his head. He could not sleep. In the early hours of the morning, Nick got out of bed. He wasn’t going to be able to sleep at all. Getting dressed, he grabbed his set of work keys and drove through dark streets to one of the empty warehouses his family business owned. One that did not have fancy security, so there were no cameras or alarm systems that would log his entry. Nick had brought a camping lantern but didn’t turn it on until he was away from the window in the door. Nick was smart enough not to want to have some passing cop see a light sneaking out. He had parked his car unobtrusively samsunkurdu.com to reduce anyone raising an eyebrow.

Nick turned on the lantern when he was far enough in, having passed a gray divider. Hearing his footsteps echo and feeling the empty air squeezed his brain with what he was about to do. He found a corner, put down the lantern and propped his phone against it. His nervousness rising, he kicked off his shoes and pulled off the golf shirt he was wearing. Pulling his socks off, Nick felt the cement on his bare feet. The chill and grittiness really emphasized how he was stripping for a man, at a man’s command, to entertain the man. Nick’s very soul felt like it was being exposed as he removed his pants. He stood completely naked in the empty warehouse and took a deep breath. He was doing this, doing it for his Master, for the hopes of sucking cock.

Nick reached for his cock, already hard. He was conflicted. His cock felt so good doing this for such a commanding man. The desire to please the man overwhelmed his fear and trepidation. As difficult as it was, the drive to obey was so much greater.

Nick reached for his pants, pulling a thin silk ski mask out of a pocket. Nick looked at it. Should he do this without the mask? Could he reveal more than his body? Let this man see his face, know who he is? BrainyAnd***ung would discover it when (if) he sucked the man off. Could he do it maskless now? No, too early. Part of Nick really wanted to expose himself completely. But the fear the video would leak out stopped him. Nick put on the mask and started his phone to record.

Backing up to the wall, so he was entirely in the frame, Nick started to pull on his dick. So hard, Nick was so hard, he had never gotten so stiff so fast. A few strokes had Nick ready to shoot. His eyes widened in the realization that he was going to be pressed to make this last. As he was considering backing off and making this last longer he went over the edge and his cum shot out, splattering on the floor in front of him.

The orgasm was powerful, knocking the wind out of Nick’s body. He bent forward, his right hand coming up, cum dripping from the fingers. Nick gasped, and a shudder rocketed through his body. It was so intense. He had never cum like that in his life. Not as a boy first discovering his dick, not when he wanked, not even when he fucked a woman. Never. Doing this, obeying a man in hopes of sucking, that was it. It was the cause of the best he had ever had. Here, in an empty warehouse, doing as he was told.

Nick fell to his knees and fumbled to end the recording, breathing heavy. Nick stared at his phone. He had done it, he had gotten naked in a warehouse and recorded himself jacking off and he was going to send it to a man. Even coming off the high did not dull Nick’s resolve. He would send it to the man on the other end of this as soon as he got home.

Nick rushed to dress and scrambled to his car, going a bit faster than he should to get home. Shaking he sent the video and that was a feeling almost as good as cumming. He knew he could not recall the message, it was sent. Gone, it was in BrainyAnd***ung hands now. A wave of relief washed over him. Nick had expected regret, but he was overjoyed to have proven his submission to this man.

After waking later that morning, Luke broke into a wide grin to realize Nick had sent a video. That was sooner than he expected. Luke interrupted his schedule to download and watch it. The speed and explosiveness of Nick’s performance astounded Luke, the boy was more into this than Luke expected, much more. Judging from his actions, Nick wasn’t expecting to find it so erotic either. Perfect. Luke would be able to get Nick to do a lot of this, simply to earn the right to swing on his dick. Luke fired off a message saying he was pleased and how did Nick feel after doing it.

The response came a few hours later:

“Sir – I can’t believe I came so quick. I hardly touched my dick at all. I’ve never shot like that, it drained me. Really drained, like you read about. I’ve never come like that, not with anybody. It was like the best thing. I can’t stop thinking about it. I jerked off this morning and I’m still hard. I can’t get my mind off of it. I’m going to have to take the afternoon off so I can jerk off again. So happy you liked it, and you’re pleased with your beta and will hope you’ll reward your beta and let him suck your dick over and over again – Nick”

Luke was surprised at the speed of the response. Nick must have logged on with this phone at work. Something he had sworn he would never do just two weeks ago. Now he couldn’t resist. Luke knew he was getting his hooks into Nick deep.

Sure enough, Nick emailed that he had taken the afternoon to go home and beat off. Luke replied with an order for Nick to stay naked. After dinner, Luke got confirmation that Nick had not put any clothes on and toyed with the idea of sending Nick out again. Nick had beat off three times already, and was commenting that he was still horny. It was dark, Luke stood at the window and looked at the city in the general direction of Nick’s house.

Thinking back on it, Nick might seem to be in charge, but Luke knew now he wasn’t. Outside of this charade Luke made, they were friends, but not very close. A few invitations to cook outs or to watch a game with others. Not to hang out together alone much. There was a group getting together at Nick’s on Sunday in fact. Luke hadn’t responded to the invitation yet. He would have to be sure to go.

Luke got on a chat as BrainyAnd***ung with Nick, asking about the afternoon.

BrainyAnd***ung: Got all horny doing that for me, did you beta?

Beta***ick: Yes, Boss, very horny. I

Beta***ick: I’m still horny.

BrainyAnd***ung: I want you to do something for me, more proof you deserve it.

Beta***ick: Anything!

Right then, Luke texted Nick. “Hey bro – gonna make it to your place Sunday for the game. Be there about kickoff.”

Beta***ick: Oh fuck, Luke just texted me.

BrainyAnd***ung: Who’s Luke?

Beta***ick: Buddy of mine. Real smart.

Beta***ick: I think he’s got a big dick. I check him out. There is a bulge…..

Luke smiled at that. Hearing what Nick thought of him was the reason that text went when it did.

BrainyAnd***ung: Maybe you’ll get to blow him.

Beta***ick: Maybe. I don’t know. Never see him with a girl.

BrainyAnd***ung: Doesn’t mean anything. Do you know him well?

Beta***ick: Not really. He’s got a good ass. I’d love to lick it.

BrainyAnd***ung: Rim it.

Beta***ick: Yeah rim it. I told you I like rimming my girlfriends.

BrainyAnd***ung: You did.

BrainyAnd***ung: So you’d rim this dude?

Beta***ick: Yea. Want his cock more. Any cock.

BrainyAnd***ung: You are such a cockhound.

They chatted more, Luke getting to know the beta even better, having started to submit to Luke, Nick was falling hard. It was going to make game day very interesting. Luke decided not to send Nick out on a new task tonight, to let what he had done sink in more.

The following day, Nick emailed that he had jerked off again when he woke up, even before a shower. Luke decided he had to send Nick on a new adventure that evening. After dark, BrainyAnd***ung messaged Nick with new orders. Jerk off at a warehouse again. This time outside.

Nick struggled with that. It was one thing to go into an empty building his family owned. Another to be outside jerking off. But the excitement of the first task had not left him and he was becoming more desperate every day for a cock. He paced around his home, before and after he had replied that he would. He couldn’t sleep, Nick had decided he needed to wait at least until after midnight, and he was going over all the places his family had property to pick one to do this. He was pretty sure he had it, and at 11:57 PM he headed for his car. Close enough to midnight.

Nick made the drive, nervous and excited. The excitement was certainly winning over the nervousness. Nick could hardly believe it, he felt more excited to do this than the last one. Was it the hope of cock, or the risk of exposure he felt more? He could not tell. It did not matter. He’d prove he was worthy to suck BrainyAnd***ung dick.

This warehouse had a big lot for trucks. Nick had to park a block away, and wearing a hoodie and ball cap to obscure his features. There were cameras on this lot. Tugged over his eyes, he knew no one would be able to recognize him in the nondescript clothes. Nick also knew how to avoid most of the cameras, so he wouldn’t be in much. Behind the building he got between a couple of dumpsters and dropped his pants. His dick was already hard. He didn’t have to be nude for this one, but his pants had to be around his ankles. He set the phone and started recording. One hand on his cock, the other on his balls, he started to go at it. Nick couldn’t help but look around at the start, but the arousal hit him quick and his eyes unfocused. Like the other night, he was going to cum quick. He could not stop it. His hand was his hand, same as every time he wanked, but out here, doing it under orders was too much for him to handle, too much to resist. He blew again. A couple drops hit his shoes. Nick didn’t care.

A few breaths and he was pulling up his pants. The air suddenly chilled him and he wanted to cover up. After he got out from behind the dumpsters, he heard a noise and his blood ran cold. Was someone there? Nick looked around, panic rising only to see a cat dart across the lot. With a sigh of relief, Nick half ran back to his car. He did not see the homeless man poke out from a corner across the way and investigate where Nick had been. The homeless guy had only seen Nick leave, and went to check if something worthwhile had been left behind.

At home, Nick felt he was ready to cum again, but he got the video sent to his Master first. He did strip all his clothes off during the upload. BrainyAnd***ung liked Nick to be naked at home. The upload finished and Nick added in a message that he was so turned on he was going to masturbate again.

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This one is sort of short and was inspired by a clip of some porn movie I saw. Basic premise was older female forcing a younger one. Except there was a real gun and a strap-on involved in that one.

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She stopped at the doorway and felt the unwelcome sensation creep over her. There before her was a cute little teenager, eighteen and certainly not older, she stood looking in the mirror and adjusting her hair. Chelsea resisted the urge that quickly started to fill her making her way to the bathroom stall for the purpose she’d come in here. She squatted over the seat even though the place was clean and in a well to do neighborhood she didn’t trust it. Her ass hovering over the seat she peed letting out a soft sigh of relief. A small bundle of tissue paper dabbed at her pussy with no hair on her vagina it was easy to wipe away the yellow liquid. She tossed the paper into the toilet and kicked the flush bar watching the water drain away.

“Fuck,” She mumbled to herself stepping out of the stall and seeing the teenager was still standing at the mirror, still fixing her hair.

The urge which she had let float away in the stall snapped right back into her and she did her best to shake it off. Going to the sink she started to wash her hands keeping the water cold and rubbing a little across her cleavage. It helped cool her down. In the mirror looking back at herself was Chelsea Thor. A woman who looked the dictionary definition of nondescript housewife. Wavy dusty blond hair pulled back in a pony tail a few strands loose. A face that was on the attractive side of average and not much more. She was forgetful something she could have attested to from the past relationships she’d been in. She was married and had two children with husband at work and children at school.

The teen glanced her way in the mirror before quickly looking away and now obviously pretending to fix her hair. Chelsea was committed. The urge had her. She finished washing her hands and stepped out of the bathroom. A long hallway stretched one way and at the end people walked by not glancing down in this direction. This was one of the less used bathrooms but some code or something had made them have to put bathrooms every so often, even though in the center of the mall they had a large bathroom area. A little up and across the hall was a room marked “Employees Only” and she quickly moved towards it.

She tried the knob and smiled in a manner nobody would believe out of a woman who looked like her. The evil grin was because the door was unlocked and inside she saw what she needed. Grabbing the mop bucket, a broom, a couple wet floor signs, and a out of order magnet that would cling to the metal bathroom door. Peeking out before she exited Chelsea moved towards the bathroom knowing the hot young teen was still inside. Quickly she dumped out half the mop bucket onto the floor and pushed it against the wall. Then set up the wet floor signs and finally slapped the “Sorry Temporarily Out Of Order” sign onto the women’s bathroom door. Slipping inside she shoved the broom into the handle of the door, it wasn’t perfect a few good yanks would knock out but it was better than nothing. Mostly it gave her more of the privacy she’d need.

As she turned the corner into the bathroom again the teen was leaning against the wall half sitting on the sink and thumbing through a magazine. She’d obviously not heard Chelsea enter and the fact that the girl was loitering about meant nobody would soon come looking for her. Chelsea’s mind put together ideas of why this girl would be here, from skipping school to waiting for a boyfriend to call. Whatever it was something was going to happen that the teen never expected too. Chelsea reached deep into her purse and pulled out the tazergun held inside. The gun like shaped device had been a gift for protection but she’d used it three times now for a very different purpose. This would be the forth. She thumbed up the on switch and heard the tiny battery inside charge up. Then her finger touched down on the trigger button.

The teen looked up a second after it was to late Chelsea was already too close and she was cornered. She flinched back turning her face as Chelsea pretended to swing a fist towards her face. The barely legal teen hesitated her back mostly turned towards Chelsea probably wondering why the punch wasn’t hurting. Chelsea’s fist quickly opened up and grabbing the back of the girl’s shirt she yanked it up and then pulled the trigger. Two fish hook like zappers darted out sinking in deep from this close range and stopped the teen as she seemed just about to let a scream out. Instead it came out as a gravelly cry of pain that could only have been heard if somebody had their ear to the door. She fell to the floor and Chelsea winced a little bit not because it might have hurt the girl but because it might bruise the girl’s precious body.

“What… What do you want? I didn’t do anything!” The girl groaned when the electricity stopped pumping through her body and she was able to register anything but the pain. “I didn’t do manisa escort anything at all!”

“Shut-up!” Chelsea growled knowing she had to make sure this girl knew she was in charge, a smile crept to her lips at the mental pun, in charge.

“What did I do…. EHHH!!” The words turned up into another cry but for whatever reason the electricity never allowed the scream to get too loud.

“Shut the fuck up.” Chelsea let go of the trigger and the teen relaxed from the pain breathing heavily. “I can do this all fucking day long and I will too unless you do what I want.”

“What… do you want?” The teen sort of raised herself up off the floor glancing at Chelsea and then at the electrodes in her back, Chelsea knew there was no chance the girl was pulling them out before she could shock her enough to let go, they were in so deep because she’d been so close when she shot them.

“I’m going to do whatever I want with you. Do you understand?” Chelsea let the idea sink in and then pulled back the trigger as the girl’s face had twisted in disgust.

“Ah! No! Stop please stop! It hurts!” She let out in a desperate tone as soon as she could and Chelsea pulled the trigger again. The teen squirmed and hissed but Chelsea just felt her nipples get hard and her pussy get wet knowing what would soon be coming. “Stop it please! No more! It hurts! Please, I’ll do… whatever!”

“Will you lick my asshole?” Chelsea asked just as the teen was looking over her shoulder the pain not coming for a long enough time to give her some hope it was over, the teen shook her head and grimaced before she could think better of it.

More electricity pumped out of the gun and Chelsea knew that law enforcement type weapons were limited in how much they could shock. They had like a ten second timer between shocks so they couldn’t hurt their captive. Chelsea’s tazer had no such safety guard and the box had claimed that it could pack up to a thousand shocks before the battery went dead. Chelsea knew this to be true and held the button down again reaching down and undoing her pants. She wiggled somewhat awkwardly out of them while keeping one hand on the tazer. Then yanked her blouse over her heard switching hands to fully remove the shirt. The bra and panties were a little more difficult but soon enough she was naked except for her socks.

“No more! No more!” The teen kept repeating crying into the tiled floor and Chelsea smiled putting her finger into her gash and letting out a moan.

“What’s your name sexy?” She asked giving the girl time to recover.

“Breeana,” The other female hissed blinking as she turned around to see Chelsea naked or near enough to it. “My name is Breeana Duncan. Please don’t hurt me anymore.”

“Make me happy and I won’t have to,” Chelsea said simply and Breeana nodded her head rolling up to her hands and knees. “Now take off your clothes. But don’t try anything or I might pull this trigger until you pass out. You don’t want me to do that because you’ll probably wake up and require somebody to change your diaper and clean up your drool forever.”

“Don’t! Don’t please!” The girl shook her head and Chelsea motioned for her stand up.

The teenager did taking just a moment to collect herself before reaching down to pull off her shirt. The shirt fell to the floor and soon was followed by skirt and undergarments. They looked close to a pair standing in nothing but their socks but there was a lot of different between them. Chelsea was thirty-two and while she was still pretty happy with her body she knew she’d rounded out a bit over the years. Her full breasts hung a little lower than when she was this girl’s age. She was tan all over having her husband buy her a tanning bed and tucked it into a back room. She hadn’t gone crazy with it but she had a nice even tan that seemed to make her body look better. Her nipples were hard pencil erasers set in the middle of quarter sized areolas. Her body was hairless except what was on her head, between the hair removal lotion and shaving. She was five one and had C-cup tits that looked much larger on her small build.

Breeana was an incredible looking latin female with her black hair put into two braids with a few loose locks from her temples to frame her round face. She was lithe as only a girl her age could be with the naturally dark skin of her spanish heritage. Her tits were nearly insignificant barely more than puffy brown nipples on top of mounds which could scarcely be given that name. Flat stomach of course with the hint of her ribs seen down both sides until it slipped in across her sides and then out again over her hips. Her bush wasn’t as trimmed down as Chelsea’s the dark black hair thick right over her gash. Farther out it was trimmed and then maybe waxed or shaved, most likely the teen knew that kind of hair poked out when in a swimsuit. Long legs that seemed have her body stretched out from there thin and not shapely like a most woman’s legs but appealing just the same.

She stood naked looking somewhat embarrassed and Chelsea fought away kushinagar.net the internal smiled that wanted to cross her lips. That nervous set of her body meant so much to Chelsea who had seen it once before. It was much better than the angry defiance that was the typical reaction. The last time Chelsea had seen the shy sort of reaction to being naked had been one of the best experiences. While she enjoyed the dominance factor of what she did, there was something to be said for a willing hostage.

“What next?” She asked after Chelsea let the silence stretch to long just staring at the youth’s amazing body.

“Do you ever play with yourself Breeana?” Chelsea asked and the teen looked down at the older woman’s pussy which was spread with thumb and middle finger the pointer making slow circles around the clit.

“Yes,” She admitted with a nod looking away embarrassed and Chelsea smiled wide.

“Then do it for me now,” She instructed and the barely legal nodded as if she knew this was what was coming and her hand shaking she squatted a little and then touched her dark hand into her pubes.

Her bottom lip was quickly pulled into her mouth as the finger’s thin but dexterous looking wiggled through hair and labia to get at the goods hidden inside. Her big brown eyes opened wide as two fingers started moving up and down on her clitoris and Chelsea watched licking her her lips. In a moment a crack in the thick hair appeared and the pink inner folds came into view glistening nicely. Chelsea also noted the nipples of the girl tightened and pushed out a little hardening the rest of the way as hormones trigged their full erection. The teens legs parted a little more as her fingers slid quickly down and then hooked up inside herself. Head rolling to the side a moan came from her mouth lips looking so sweet gapped with the vocalization of her pleasure coming out of them.

Chelsea couldn’t help herself. She usually let this first act last a lot longer but she wanted to see how willing the girl would be. Walking over she tickled the trigger back sending just a flick of a jolt into the girl. Breeana twitched then let out a small cry but didn’t pull her fingers out from her insides or complain. Leaning in she kissed those spanish lips and then moaned into them. They were so soft and delicate. Chelsea leaned in more kissing harder and breaking it just enough to order the teen to french her. She knew better than to stick her tongue in a captive’s mouth. Breeana did it and soon enough the two were kissing passionately. They parted their faces wet from Breeana’s tongue and then they came together again.

Chelsea relaxed a little not feeling a hint of resistance from this youth and she kissed harder actually pushing her tongue into the spanish thing’s mouth. The taste was wonderful as the feeling and with her free hand she grabbed Breeana’s hand and placed it on her breast. The spanish girl’s fingers squeezed the large breasts and made Chelsea moan in delight.

“Kiss my neck!” She ordered giving another hint of a jolt to the teen.

The lips on her neck were so much better than her husband’s or any man’s. So much better than the roughness of a man. She knew that she did what she did because she would never be accepted by her family and friends if she admitted she liked the touch and feel of a woman so much more than a male. Her husband would leave her and take the kids and she had no marketable skill to get a job with. So she was left with waiting and burying her desires until they exploded out in violent need.

Breeana was good too. Her tongue darting out every so often licking the flesh she’d just been kissing and making Chelsea’s knees go weak. She was able to kiss the teens ear nibbling softly on the lobe as the girl sent shivers of delight all through her body. Her pussy was a swamp so much wetter than her husband could ever hope to get her. She pulled her hand out of herself as she stepped away and Breeana gapped a second still trying to kiss her neck. She opened her eyes just in tome to see Chelsea wipe her wet fingers across her breasts smearing her thick fluids across her nipples. The contact made her hiss out her pleasure and then pointing to them. Breeana hesitated to long and stumbled forward the shock to the back lick a push. Chelsea’s tits were in her face and instinct had her sucking on them before she could make anymore pain arise.

“Oh shit that’s good. You like the taste of that because you’ll be getting it right from the source soon enough.” Chelsea admitted and looked down at the spanish’s teens face was twisted in fear but her tongue was eagerly licking all across Chelsea’s sensitive tits cleaning the juice away and replacing it with spit. “Do you want me to eat you out?”

“What?” Breeana asked blinking as her hair was pulled thus pulling her face away from Chelsea’s breasts, she winced at the pain.

“Do you want me to eat you out.” This was new development even for Chelsea who’d never offered this to any of her other victims, to much risk.

She’d finger them and suck off the juices if they smelled nice enough. She’d have them finger themselves and hold out their digits so she could lick them. Mostly though she’d finger them while sucking on their tits getting them to orgasm was a sure way to keep them silent. Because most women thought that if you orgasmed it couldn’t be rape. Now though with this one she wanted more. Breanna had put up less of a fight than any of the others and it just felt safer.

“Answer!” She yanked the hair again and tears welled up in Breeana’s hair before she nodded.

“Yes I do! I want that very much!” The tears were from the admission not whatever little pain pulling her hair was causing.

“You’re such a dirty lesbian!” Chelsea growled pushing her victim back once and then twice until her perfect little ass hit a sink. “You’re so sick that you actually want me, another woman, to lick your dirty cunt.”

“I know! I do!” She seemed near crying and Chelsea found herself extremely turned on by this thinking perhaps she’d found herself a nice little guilty in the closet lesbian.

Grabbing her right leg she pushed it up onto one sink and Breeana got the hint. Pushing her tiny weight up with her hands she placed the other leg on the next sink over. This spread her legs nicely and as she leaned back against the wall looked pretty comfortable as well. There was a good foot of space between once sink and the next and as Chelsea dropped to her knees for the first time in nearly two decades she prepared to eat another female out.

The sight was incredible the teen’s sweet little ass hanging down between the sinks and her skin looking so much darker contrasting with the white porcelain. Mostly though there was the pussy and asshole there opened up completely before her eyes. The pink slit was dripping fluids and Chelsea leaned in and opened her mouth the drip falling on her upper lip and rolling into her mouth. She liked the flavor and pushed her head up and tongue out licking from cornhole to clitoris. A moan of pleasure escaped Breeana’s lips and the other woman heard the thump of the girl knocking her head back into the wall.

She focused her attention on the asshole first having never licked one before and wanting to know what she’d forced a couple of her victims into doing. Chelsea liked it. Breeana was clean but there was still a hint of muskier scent and flavor there and the extra taboo of it increased her arousal. Driving her tongue up inside the teen caused moans to arise and flavor to come to her taster. As she did this her face quickly became coated in the latina’s juices, leaning left and right to get the best rim angle had her soaked from ear to ear. The wetness of her face and the taste of the asshole had her pussy near squirting juices.

Glancing up she saw the teen’s body stretching up above her and she had the sneaking feeling that she was going to have to quit her ways after this and get a serious girlfriend. One who would be willing to sit on her face and bend over for an asslicking and not try and run away or tell the authorities. This willingness was a lot better than the fighting and trying to escape. Her tongue eventually raked up higher and darted into the pink hole instead of the brown. The moans peeked a little higher and the flavor pouring into her mouth made Chelsea nearly cry in delight. Lashing her tongue across the entrance and then shoving it in as deep as it would go more taste came into her mouth. Finally she raised up even more and made only two circles and then one actual lick of Breeana’s tiny clit and the girl was going off.

“I am so sick I’m cumming! I’m cumming because of another woman! I am so gross!” She moaned yanking on the sink handles causing the water to flow.

Chelsea sped her tongue up faster lashing as hard as she could across the clit before pulling away as the youth leaned forward. Breeana shook and twitched about as hard as she had when she’d been shocked. Chelsea watched in aroused fascination. Finally the girl slumped down from the sinks and opened her eyes Chelsea was laying on her back not inches away her feet pushing up into the sinks Breeana had just been sitting on and using it to give herself a good angle so the latin girl had access to all Chelsea wanted licked.

Breeana didn’t even have to be ordered she leaned forward and licked Chelsea the same way she had licked her. Starting from her asshole she licked all the way up and then dipped back down to her asshole again. Chelsea loved having her asshole licked and the way Breeana was doing it, eagerly, she wanted a good anal orgasm. So she covered her pussy with her hand pressing a palm into her clit and using her fingers to space her ass cheeks a little more for little miss Duncan to work.

The closet lesbian worked too lapping hungrily and then pushing her tongue into the older woman’s asshole. If there was any bad taste it didn’t show on her face as she licked and lapped quicker and quicker. The pleasure of this was so different than from cunnilingus. Analingus was deeper and took a lot longer to build up to anything. She coaxed it along with rubbing gently into her clitoris but not enough to change the pleasure. Breeana’s tiny tongue was a natural pleasure device twirling and stiffening at the right moments.

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My wife leaned back on the couch and blew her nails dry. I knelt at her feet doing the same to her toes.

“Oh cucky, don’t blow too hard or you’ll smear them.”

Her feet were absolutely gorgeous. As I knelt there I could catch the aroma of her perfume wafting off her sexy legs.

“Robert is taking me to our favorite restaurant tonight. Oh cucky, he is such a real man. He knows what a woman needs. Don’t get me wrong, you certainly serve a purpose in our lives. You cook, and clean and make a wonderful servant, but even before I met Robert, you were just a sniveling panty boy. And thank God Robert found us!!”

She leaned back and blew harder. She was right. It was our tenth wedding anniversary and she and Robert were going out to celebrate! Becky reached for the phone as it rang and one of her delicious breasts popped out of her robe.

“Oh hi honey. Yes, cucky and I were just making sure I look gorgeous for you tonight. Okay, honey I’ll see you soon.”

She hung up the phone and caught me staring at her breast.

“Like what you see my little cucky?”

“Yes dear very much,” was all I could mumble.

She chuckled and slid her breast back into the robe. Oh how I longed for the days they used to be mine. I could touch and suck them all I wanted. All I had to do was tell Becky I was in the mood and we’d be fucking like rabbits. Now my life is so different. It doesn’t matter whether I’m in the mood anymore. All that matters is what Robert and Becky want. And it’s obvious they want each other often.

“How long has it been since you’ve cum?” Becky asked with an evil grin. I began to get rock hard at the thought. Robert yalova escort and Becky conducted little contests with me to see how long they could make me hold out.

I cleared my throat, “it’s been three months.” She laughed and ran her foot over my rock hard four inch cock.

“And you think this little thing deserves to cum, right?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing.

“Yes!” I said kneeling upright with my little cock bouncing around.

She took a long sip of her drink and quickly brought her foot up kicking me in the balls rather hard. I gasped for air and fell over holding my cock and balls in pain.

“Stand up you wimp!” She hollered.

I got to my feet still reeling in pain. She motioned for me to come towards her. I slowly walked towards my wife with her legs spread all made up for her boyfriend and looking beautiful. I didn’t know what was about to happen. She smiled an evil smile.

“How bad do you want to cum cucky?” I stood there with my legs spread.

“Very bbbbad.”

Becky had trained me at the request of Robert to cum without ever touching my cock. All she had to do was play with my balls and I would shoot a load. This torture had progressed to where she could now take a piece of her clothing with her perfume on it and drape it over my nose and I would shoot. Robert and Becky thought it hilarious that she had this much control over me. So now I was reduced to either cumming with her playing with my balls or by using her laundry. Either way it was humiliating and because no one touched my cock when I came, provided some of the most painful and pleasurable orgasms I’ve ever experienced. With zonguldak escort my legs spread, she began fondling my balls. It had been so long since I’d had an orgasm, I immediately felt it building up in my legs. She ordered me to cup my hands together and hold them in front of my cock. I did as she instructed. She kept fondling my balls and I could feel the orgasm building.

“Cum into your hands.” She said.

It was building and I couldn’t believe she was actually going to let me come after all this time. Just as I was about to shoot the phone rang. I gasped as she took her hands away from my balls!! I was dying. I was right on the brink!!

“Hello. Yes. Yes, he was. Okay, I will.” She hung up. “That was Robert. He said to say Happy Anniversary!!”

The sheets blew in the breeze as I hung the laundry on the line. It was late Sunday afternoon and I had just finished doing all the laundry. The sheets had received quite a workout this weekend. My wife Becky and her lover Robert had hosted quite the party. And now, I was cleaning up. I had cleaned up in other ways this weekend too.

It all began on Friday night when Robert called and said he would be bringing a few associates home with him. I should’ve known what that meant. At seven o’clock that night Robert and his three work buddies, they’re all real yuppies, like I used to be before I became a cuckold, rolled in the door. Not long after, Becky came in wearing a sheer red mini dress and high heels. She told me she had been out drinking all afternoon with Robert and his friends.

While Robert and his friends lounged on the couch and loveseat in the living room, Becky zonguldak escort told me to take off her shoes and massage her feet. The entire room erupted in drunken laughter as I knelt at my wife’s feet and began to massage them.

“They must smell pretty bad, she’s been dancing with us all afternoon,” one of the guys said. The aroma didn’t matter and both Robert and Becky knew it.

It wasn’t long before I was serving them drinks and then dinner. But not before Robert had decided to humiliate me a little more in front of them. He made me put on a pair of crotchless black pantyhose with a pair of Becky’s very high heels. Howls and laughter greeted me as I descended the stairs to the sight of my company. I was slapped on my ass by Becky and then Robert and then their friends took turns. One actually used his belt. I began to jump around to escape the wrath of the belt. As I jumped, Becky yelled out with laughter,

“He’s dancing for us, make him dance!!”

With my ass crimson from the beating, I served dinner and drinks. Then it was back into the living room for entertainment. Robert wanted his three friends to witness Becky making me cum without touching my cock, a feat none of them believed possible. So there I stood spread eagle while Becky began to massage my balls. I could feel the tension rising in my legs. It wasn’t long before I could feel the inevitable ejaculation happening. I shot my load far across the room, as I hadn’t cum in two solid weeks. The load of cum landed on one of Robert’s friends wing tipped business shoes. Immediately I was ordered to clean up my mess as they all roared with laughter.

The weekend progressed much the same with Becky getting fucked in every way imaginable by Robert and his three friends and me acting as the cuckold husband. It was late Sunday morning when they finally left and I was told to “clean up” and make sure I washed the sheets and hung them out to dry…

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It wasn’t long before the announcement came over the intercom that we would docking soon and would we please vacate our cabins. I will never doubt that was the best channel crossing I ever made and there was still the whole summer to go on the sunny riviera!

We made the short train journey to Paris from Dieppe and made our way to the Gare de Lyon ready for the overnight TGV to Nice. Isabelle and Olivia shared a double couchette, I was alone in a double and the girls in another, the journey to the south would take 6 hours and we all agreed to get some sleep.

6am saw us pulling into Nice station and me wondering what the next few weeks held in store. Once we had all disembarked a porter put all our luggage on a trolley and took us to the front of the station where Marc and Virginie were waiting with two cars. Marc was driving a Jaguar XJ 12 and was the caretaker, gardener and occasional driver at the villa, Virginie was driving her own car a Citron Diane. Luggage was put in both cars and we set off for the villa, I sat in the back of Virginie’s car with Isabelle in the front. These two were obviously good friends as they chatted and caught up with each other, Virginie was wearing a simple strapless T-shirt and denim shorts and whilst not a raving beauty was undoubtedly attractive with a Rubenesque figure her voice though was irresistible, it was husky and very sexy coupled with a soft French accent, I was nearly getting a hard on just listening to her!

“So Izzy, are you going to introduce me the young man in the back of my car?” Asked Virginie.

I had not heard anyone call Isabelle “Izzy” before but quite liked it.

“This is Simon and he is to be the companion for Lucy and Chantal for the summer and will accompany and look after Olivia when required.”

“Bonjour Simon, it sounds like you will have your hands full this summer?”

“I’m looking forward to it, I have not been to the South of France before.” I replied.

“I’m sure you are Simon! Maybe you can spare a little time for Izzy and me occasionally?” She said laughing with Isabelle.

“Er, yes I’m sure I can, that would be nice.” I stuttered.

They both laughed and carried on chatting, whilst I speculated about the possibilities ahead. The drive from Nice did not take long and soon we were sweeping through the gates of the villa which was nestled just below the old village of Mougins. The drive was lined with cypress trees and opened out into a large turning area with a pond and fountain in the middle, on the left was a large garage with room for four cars, to the right a small cottage. The villa was semi circular, two storey in the middle with a single storey either side with all rooms overlooking the swimming pool and grounds.

“Marc will you please organise for the luggage to be taken to the rooms Simon would be so kind as to help him,” Olivia asked. “Virginie will you please organise some fresh juice, coffee and croissants on the terrace, thank you, Simon please join us when you have finished with the luggage.”

Virginie and Isabelle were to use the cottage, I was in the main villa on the ground floor as were Lucy and Chantal, Olivia had the master bedroom upstairs. My room was fabulous with an ensuite and a French door opening onto the pool terrace.

Once finished with the luggage I stepped out and joined Olivia and the girls at a large table that was positioned under the overhang from the massive balcony of Olivia’s room.

“So here we are then, what do you think Simon?” Asked Olivia, “I adore it here, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather spend the summer.”

“It’s beautiful,” I said, still taking it all in. “Enhanced of course by the company of three beautiful women!”

“We have little first night tradition Simon, we always have a cocktail party with a few of our friends and neighbours, dress will be formal, so I suggest we all have a rest and freshen up after the journey and meet up for a late lunch at one o’clock,” Olivia said rising from the table.

The remainder of the morning and lunch came and went, I lazed around the pool for a little while before going to shower and get ready for the evening. I could see both Isabelle and Virginie working alongside some caterers preparing the pool area for the evening setting up a few tables and chairs laying out glasses and punch, putting several bottles of champagne in a silver ice bowl. There was a “summer kitchen” on one side of the pool where some light food was being prepared.

“What a world these people live in,” I thought to myself.

I finished dressing in my dinner suit and looking in the mirror reckoned I did not scrub up too badly. People started to arrive at about 7pm so I went outside to join the party, if I’d had any thoughts about being over dressed they were soon dispelled as the “beautiful people” arrived in all their finery.

Olivia looked stunning in a fabulous pale blue taffeta gown and was very obviously a natural host greeting and chatting with each of the new arrivals. I looked around for either van escort Lucy or Chantal as for now they were the people, however I could not see them any where.

“Have you seen the girls,” I asked Isabelle as she passed by me with some canapés.

“No, but I am sure they’ll be out soon,” she replied.

Both Isabelle and Virginie were wearing light grey “maids” dresses with a small white apron tied at the back, I guess it’s a little clichéd but both looked very sexy in their uniforms.

It was while I was admiring Isabelle and Virginie that I was joined from behind by Lucy and Chantal.

“Looking good Simon,” giggled Lucy as she placed her arm in mine followed by Chantal linking my other other arm.

“Thank you,” I said taking in the the girls appearances.

They both looked stunning, Lucy in deep red satin strapless gown and Chantal in a white chiffon, Greek style gown.

“You both look gorgeous, easily the the Belles of the ball!”

“You are too kind, now let’s get some bubbles and show you off to the locals,” Said Lucy as she headed toward a tray of champagne.

It was a pleasant evening spent with two beautiful girls meeting many other gorgeous women.

“Seen many panties tonight? Asked Lucy with a sly grin.

“No more than the odd hint of an outline here an there, but all the the women looked so gorgeous it has been a real feast for the eyes,” I replied.

It turned out that this was not due to be a late finish and by just after 10pm all the guests had gone, Virginie and Isabelle were helping the caterers clear up. Olivia came out to the terrace after seeing the final guests of.

“I think that all went well enough,” she stated, “Now we can all start to relax properly, Isabelle, I hope there’s still plenty of champagne left?” She asked as she slumped into one of the terrace sofas.

“More than enough Olivia! I’ll bring some over.”

“Thank you Isabelle, you and Virginie come and join us when you are ready.”

Olivia seemed to be relaxing and was far less formal than at any time up to now, it was a still a beautiful warm evening with the Cicadas chirruping in the background as we sat drinking champagne and chatted.

“All done now,” Said Isabelle as she and Virginie came and joined us. “I think we’re a little underdressed for the occasion and have a bit of catching up to do on the champagne front!” She laughed.

“Shame you’re not undressed,” I whispered looking straight at her.

“Oh you’d love that wouldn’t you Simon? She said for everyone to hear grinning at me.

“What Simon, what would you like? Asked Olivia.

Before I could answer Isabelle said, “he’d much rather I was undressed rather than simply underdressed, so much easier to view my panties eh Simon?”

“Ooh Simon don’t you ever give up trying to see our knickers,” Lucy giggled.

“Don’t tell me you’ve been up to your old tricks again?” Asked Olivia.

“What tricks are these Olivia?” Enquired Virginie.

“Oh Simon has quite a thing about panties and slips, don’t you Simon?” Olivia answered.

“He certainly does Virginie, he was telling us all about it on the ferry yesterday,” Lucy said coming over to me. “He likes to feel your panties through soft silk dresses or slips, or wait for the wind to blow your skirt up, or see if he can see your panties through your clothes. If you let him he’ll kiss and suck your pussy through your panties until they are sopping wet, isn’t that right Simon?”

All the time she was saying this Lucy was standing in front of me swaying gently running her hands over her arse and her pussy.

“It Would appear you were all enjoying yourselves while I was suffering on the ferry,”

“Oh it was quite an education!” Isabelle laughed, “very informative and instructive with practical demonstrations.”

“Yes Simon, you’ll have been wondering what we’re all wearing under our clothes this evening, won’t you?” Asked Chantal.

“It might have crossed my mind I suppose,” I grinned. “you all look so gorgeous in your gowns it would hardly be a surprise if I wondered what was underneath, would it?”

“And what about Virginie and me? We don’t have fine gowns on, I suppose you’ve not given us a second thought?” Said Isabelle with a bit of a pout.

“Quite the opposite,” I countered. “I have thought you both looked very sexy all evening, I have been trying to make up my mind if one or both of you is wearing a slip?”

“Oh you have have you? So why don’t you tell us your conclusions!” Isabelle said with a mock severity.

“No wait!” Said Lucy. “Why don’t we play a game? If Simon guesses correctly what is under our dresses, colour as well, then that person has to take their dress off, if he is wrong then he has to remove a piece of clothing.”

The first person to respond to Lucy’s suggestion surprised me, it was Olivia. “Now that sounds like fun! I’m in, what about the rest of you?”

All the girls responded in unison that they were “up for it!”

I’m not sure I really yalova escort had much of a choice in the matter but it seemed like a fun idea. “I’m in as well, one question, how accurate do I have to be, is there any margin for error on my part?” It wouldn’t be fair if I said someone was wearing white satin panties and it turned out to be white cotton?”

“We’ll see what’s fair or not when it happens!” Said Olivia. “So Simon, over to you, who are you going choose first, me, Lucy, Isabelle?”

Whilst this seemed it could be great fun, there was a very real risk that I could find myself naked around 5 fully clothed women! I had thought all evening that I could see the faintest hint of white panty under Chantal’s dress but was there a slip? I thought not a slip under the layers of chiffon would have hidden everything.

“I think Chantal does not have a slip and is wearing white silky panties,” I ventured.

“Well Chantal, Is Simon right?” Asked Olivia.

Chantal stood up went over to Olivia and whispered something to her, then came back and sat down. I was disappointed as it would seem that I had been wrong.

“So what’s the verdict am I right?”

“Chantal?”Asked Olivia.

Chantal stood again and came over to stand in front of me. “You are so clever cheri,” purred Chantal. Pulling me to my feet she took my hands and placed them on her arse. “Does that feel nice hmmm? Can you feel my silky panties through my dress? Now cheri you can unzip me and help me out of my dress.”

I enjoyed the feel of the chiffon sliding over her firm round bum and satin panties, the dress was strapless so I found the the zip at the side and slid it down. I was disappointed to see that she was in fact wearing a strapless bra, I had assumed she was bra less up till then. With the zip undone I slowly peeled the dress down over her breasts and over her hips until it was just a pile on the floor and she stepped out of it, she looked stunning in just her white satin panties and bra.

I knelt down and picked the dress up my head now level with her satin covered pussy, I couldn’t resist putting my free arm round her arse and pulling her pussy to my face taking in the warm musky smell of her, my hand slipping into her panties and massaging the smooth skin of her arse.

“That’s enough of that for now Simon,” Olivia chided. “You have four more of us to to guess first, so who’s next?”

“Isabelle,” I said reluctantly letting Chantal go and watching her panty covered arse move away as she took her dress and sat down. “I think because you have been working this evening, your underwear will be simple, my guess is again white, but with a slip, I’m sure you are wearing a slip. So, white slip , white cotton panties and bra?”

“Were you in my room when I got ready this evening?” Isabelle laughed. “You are spot on, so I guess you’d like to help me out of my dress now?”

With that, like Chantal had, Isabelle came over and stood in front of me, I stood and reached behind her to untie her apron and dropped it on the sofa behind me. The dress was a button front so I started at the top and moved down until all buttons were undone. As the dress fell open I could see a white nylon half slip and white bra, I stood and putting my hands on her shoulders pushed the dress down her arms until she was free of it.

The slip she was wearing was thin and her white cotton bikini panties could be clearly be seen. I sat on the edge of the sofa and ran my hands up under Isabelle’s slip. “Just making sure they are cotton,” I said grinning.

“You knew they were,” Isabelle said. “You just wanted to feel my arse!”

“You’re right, and a very fine arse it is too!” I said and gave it a slap.

Isabelle sauntered back to her sofa to sit down, confirming for me how gorgeous she is and also how very sexy a simple slip can be.

“So two from two then? You’re on a bit of a roll aren’t you Simon?” Olivia said getting up and coming over.

“What about me Simon, what do you think I am wearing under my dress?”

Truth was I had no idea or any particular logic to use, I had noticed her feet were enclosed in nylon so plunged in with my guess.

“I think you are wearing stockings and a suspender belt that will match your panties and bra, I think they will all match and will be silk or satin. I have no idea about colour but will take a guess at ivory?”

“And what style of panty do you think I am wearing Simon?”

“Style? I assumed bikini or maybe briefs?”

“Oh Simon so so close! But ultimately wrong, so up you get, time for you to lose a bit clothing at last.”

I had already taken my jacket and bow tie off when we first sat down, so assumed my shirt would be coming off but Olivia went straight for my belt undoing it and my trousers and in a flash they were around my ankles. Up to now I had been able to hide the fact that I had a raging hard on, however as Olivia had crouched down to undo my shoes to help me step out of my trousers, she couldn’t miss my cock nearly poking giresun escort her eye out!

What I couldn’t help but notice was Olivia’s behaviour, it was as if she had had a personality change and was twenty years younger. Maybe it was the drink? I’m not sure, but change was noticeable.

“You must be relieved to have that released from your trousers, it must have been very uncomfortable,” Olivia said laughing.

Once out of my trousers Olivia stood and put her hand on my cock stroking it gently. “What are we going to do with this then?”

“Carry on like that and you won’t have to do anything,” I said. “Anyway just how close was I to being right about your underwear?”

Letting go of my cock and sitting down she replied “Well I guess Ivory is cream or cream is Ivory so you were correct with colour, you were also right about the stockings and everything matching and they are satin, and the final thing you got right was style of panty, they are bikini panties.

“Then why on earth have I just lost my trousers when you should be exposed in all your Ivory satin finery?

“Because Simon you did still manage to get one detail wrong, so, you lost!” She said grinning like a Cheshire Cat. “Maybe I should give you one more bite of the cherry to see if you can get it right? But if you’re wrong then you lose more clothing! What do you think girls shall we give him another chance?”

“Only two more mistakes and he’s naked,” giggled Lucy. “He hasn’t even tried me or Virginie yet, so I say give him another go.”

“I agree, the sooner Simon is naked the better for me,” purred Virginie.

I was starting to feel I was being ganged up on, but then did that matter when it was by five gorgeous women who appeared to have some form of sexual intent on their minds? “Nope, bring it on ladies,” I thought happily.

“Ok Simon, you can try again and see if can you get it right this time, up to you now what did you miss last time?”

I had been thinking about this and realised the obvious mistake I had made, so was quite confident when I said.

“I should have remembered from the ferry, that of course you would be wearing a full slip and it will be a similar colour to the rest of your underwear.”

“Ha you clever boy! you are right Simon so be be a good chap and help me out of this dress.”

Olivia looked as if she was actually happy that I had guessed correctly and stood with her back to me. As I pulled the zip on her dress down I was still trying get my head around the change in Olivia, the change in her personality was extraordinary, she was behaving like a horny teenager!

Olivia pulled the straps off her shoulder and with minimal help from me it slipped to the floor to,leave her standing in an ethereal cream slip, her bra, panties, suspender belt and stockings clearly visible. I ran a hand over her arse the two soft materials of her panties and slip gliding over each other. Olivia turned and grabbing me pulled me into her, her hips grinding into my still obviously hard cock, I responded by grabbing her arse tightly making sure she went nowhere.

“My, you are pleased to see me in my underwear aren’t you Simon?”

There was no denying that statement, I thought she looked and felt amazing, I was experiencing just about every fantasy and desire I have ever had being played out by five gorgeous women. Beautiful dresses, fantasy maids, pretty slips and panties what more could I possibly want? And of course there was still Virginie and Lucy to go, although I didn’t really think I had much of a chance of getting two more guesses right!

“Time to put him down Olivia,” Isabelle said. “You can have him later if one of us doesn’t get there first.”

“Hmmm, not sure I want to wait that long,” she replied moving away and sitting down.

“So who next then Simon, Lucy or Virginie? Asked Olivia.

“Ooh me please Simon,” Lucy cooed. “You’ll never guess me!”

She was right I had no real idea where to start with what she may be wearing, other than no tights or stockings due to the bare feet I could see in her sandals. So I decided to plump for some element of coordination between dress and underwear.

“Okay here goes, the red dress you are wearing is gorgeous and suits you beautifully, however, my instinct says that you wouldn’t go for flame red panties and bra, so I’m going to say you are wearing a waist slip, pink panties and matching bra?”

Lucy gasped and turned to everyone her hand over her mouth. “Oh my god Simon you are so nearly right!” Then giggling she said “But nearly isn’t quite good enough is it?”

“What did he get wrong?” Asked Chantal.

“The colour of my slip.”

“But he didn’t mention a colour, did he?” Chantal said grinning mischievously

“No I didn’t actually, I simply said you were wearing a waist slip? Which means if I guess the colour correctly then it’s off with your dress as well!” I said.

“That seems only fair?” Isabelle added.

“So do I get to chose a colour and then take your dress off?” I asked with a confidence I did not feel.

“If you insist, but I will be exposing you not you me!” Lucy said grinning.

“Okay, well I reckon that your slip could only be one of three colours, white, pink or red to match the dress.”

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“Please place your tray tables and seat backs in the upright and locked position in preparation for our landing in San Francisco,” was the announcement over the loud speaker. “The current time in San Francisco is 6:00 a.m. We know that you have many choices when you fly and we appreciate you choosing United.”

I didn’t have that many choices. Not for a cheap red-eye all the way across the country. It had been an incredibly fascinating flight, however.

My name is Donna, by the way. I wrote another story about my spring break in Florida. For those of you who haven’t read that story, this is a little about me. I’m small, maybe 5’1” and less than 100 pounds. My dad is Portuguese and my mother’s Greek, and I’ve got dark hair and olive skin. I also have great breasts. They’re not really huge; I’m between a “C” cup and a “D” cup, but as small as I am they look immense on me, and they’re perfectly shaped with just a little droop. I could admire my tits in the mirror for hours.

I also have a fat cunt. That’s how one of my old boyfriends described it, he said my cunt was fat. What he meant was that my labia is big and hangs down from my body. My hood is also very big and my clit sticks out of it. It never goes down it’s just big. When I get excited my clit gets very big, about as big as my thumb! I love sex and I don’t really care if it’s with a guy or another girl. As long as they turn me on!

The flight started great. As I entered the airplane, in a line of other passengers, we were greeted by the usually bored flight attendants. Normally they are interested more in keeping the line moving, getting everybody seated and luggage properly stored, than in any personal considerations. It was a little different this time. The flight attendant at the door was turned slightly away, just finishing a conversation with someone else, when I entering the airplane. She turned to face me, about to say her usual greeting, when her eyes locked onto mine. God, they were a beautiful shade of blue! Her mouth opened and for a moment no sound came out. Her pupils dilated just a bit as she said directly to me, “welcome aboard, I hope you enjoy your flight tonight.”

“It’s better already,” I smiled back at her.

Maybe it was my imagination but I thought I saw her blush, just a little.

It was a very long flight. Shortly after we gained “cruising altitude” the attendants served us a typical airline meal. The beautiful brunet with the blue eyes was not in my section in the middle of the airplane.

After the meal the plane became very quiet and dark as the lights were turned down and the passengers either fell asleep or became engrossed in their books or computers. The flight was not crowded and I had nobody sitting next to me in the two-seat section next to the window. I don’t know what kind of plane it was. A big one with two seats next to the windows on either side and a bunch of seats in the middle facing the movie screen which was only showing a picture of our progress across the country.

It was an hour of two later that I got up to stretch my legs and use the restroom. The two restrooms that served my section were both occupied so I wondered back through the plane to the section at the very back were there were a number of small restrooms lined up against the back wall. They were empty.

I picked one, did my business and opened the door directly into a service cart!

“Oh, I’m sorry,” I said before I’d seen who it was. My eyes must have gotten wide as I saw the beautiful flight attendant in her white blouse and blue skirt standing there.

“Oh,” she said. “It’s my fault. Are you O.K?”

We stood there staring at each other as I said, “I’m fine.”

“Would you like something to drink?” she asked pointing at the tray.

I didn’t really want anything, but I did want to continue talking to her so I asked for a Coke.

As she poured, we started talking. We introduced ourselves and talked about where we were from and going, all that. I told her I was flying to San Francisco to visit the university in Berkeley. She told me she lived in Berkeley and was going home in the morning. I loved the sound trabzon escort of her voice. Light and cheery, but not put on at all.

I asked her if she lived there with her family and she said, “No, just my cat. No husband or kids or anything.”

My heart picked up its pace a little with that.

We weren’t looking at each other like a couple of women just talking. There was a sexual charge, a spark. When Mary handed me another of those little plastic airline cups our fingers touched and we stood there in the back aisle of the airplane holding the cup between us looking into each other’s eyes. I shivered when I felt the tip of her finger start to caress the tip of mine. It crossed my mind that she looked a little like Sela Ward, the actress, only with blue eyes.

She smiled slightly and said, “I think you have something on your cheek. Here, let me get it for you.”

With that she took the cup back and, placing it on the tray, pulled me back into the restroom. The door closed most of the way behind us by itself.

She wet a small corner of a paper towel and leaned toward my face as through to wipe something off. As the towel got closer, so did her face. When she was a couple of inches away I leaned forward and kissed her beautiful lips. Very gently, very lightly, and we both moaned softly as her lips returned my kiss. Her lips were incredibly soft and smooth, so unlike a man’s lips. The erotic feel of them sliding wetly, softly, across my lips was almost too much to stand.

I ran my tongue over her lips and moaned again as I felt her tongue touch mine.

Her hand went behind my head to pull me closer and I felt my breasts touch hers. As they did I wrapped both arms around her and kissed her passionately, and felt my nipples grow hard and erect.

I was wearing a brown sweater-blouse over a long skirt and I felt Mary’s hands slip under the hem of my sweater and start moving up my bare sides as we kissed. Her touch was electric on my skin. I felt myself shiver and I trembled, a little, when her hands finally reached by breasts.

As we continued to kiss and murmur into each other’s mouth, Mary lightly stroked and lifted by heavy breasts with her incredibly soft hands. She lifted my breasts as if to test their weight and signed into my mouth with her pleasure. I know I moaned out loud when she lightly ran her thumbs over my hard, swollen nipples.

I moved my hands down to her ass and pulled her body tightly into mine as Mary continued to caress me with her mouth and hands.

Suddenly, we heard a noise just outside the door in the aisle of the airplane. Mary pulled away, smiled at me, lightly touched my face, and was out the door of the small restroom. I signed in disappointed and, softly as I could, slide the lock closed on the door. Nothing had been said!

I stood for a moment and than reached under my skirt and slid my panties down as I sat on the small airplane toilet. I reached down between my thighs to find my clit hard and erect, my cunt overflowing with juice that had totally soaked my panties.

I signed again as I lightly stroked my clit and thought about what had just happened. I’d just kissed and been felt up by an incredibly beautiful flight attendant in an airplane restroom. I shivered again in excitement.

I figured there was no sense wearing panties as wet as these now were so I slipped them off and stuck them in my bag. Opening the small door, I left the restroom as if nothing unusual had happened. As I walked out a teenage boy was just coming up the aisle. His eyes immediately locked onto the hard tips of my nipples that were poking through the front of my sweater. Never losing sight of them until I was by him on the way to my seat where I was free to look down at the sight of my own nipples poking through the front of my sweater for all the world to see.

It was some time later that I felt Mary slide onto the aisle armrest of my seat.

“Hi,” I said smiling up at her.

“Hi yourself,” she was smiling, her blue eyes glittering in the soft light as she looked down at me.

“So,” she said reaching to get an empty cup off my tray, uşak escort and brushing her arm slowly across my nipples on her way. “Do you need a ride in San Francisco? I’ll be going over to Berkeley.”

I moved my hand up to her hip and lightly caressed her. “Yes, I’d really appreciate a ride. Thank you.”

Her smile got even bigger. “O.K. After you pick up your luggage just wait for me by the carrousel. I’ll be there as soon as I can.”

“I have a gift for you,” I said. Mary looked at me in surprise. “Close your eyes and hold out your hand.”

With a smile, Mary did as I requested. I reached into my bag and, pulling out my wet panties, placed them in Mary’s palm. “O.K. You can look now.”

With a gasp, Mary realized what she had. She quickly looked around and, seeing nobody paying any attention held my panties up to her nose. After a quick intake of breath she again looked down at me and smiling with brightly shinning eyes said, “You’ve been a naughty girl. See you at baggage claim.”

She quickly rolled my panties into a tight ball in her hand, and again she was gone.

I didn’t see Mary when I got off the airplane. Just a bored flight attendant saying “bah-bye,” like a Saturday Night Live skit.

I found the luggage claim area and, just when I thought something had gone terribly wrong, the bags started to unload.

I had retrieved my small bag and was sitting in one of the line of chairs near the luggage carrousel when I felt a soft hand touch my hair from behind. I leaned by head back into the mystery hand and, with my eyes closed, heard Mary’s voice saying, “are you ready to go?”

I opened by eyes to look into her face smiling down at me. I felt my nipples start to harden again.

“Careful girl,” she laughed. “You’re going to wear your sweater out.”

I smiled up at her and, gathering my luggage, we set off for the United parking garage. We caught the employee shuttle and we were soon placing our luggage in the trunk of Mary’s blue Miata.

We pulled out of the garage with the top up and caught the on-ramp to the freeway. I liked riding in Mary’s small car with the top up. It felt small and dark and very private.

“The panties you gave me on the plane. They were quite wet,” Mary glanced at me with a grin. “Did you put on dry ones?”

“No. Those were the only ones I had. Want to see?” I said as I started to pull my skirt up my legs.

Mary’s hand was resting on the gearshift lever, which was causing her fingers to vibrate just a little. “Yes,” was all she said.

I continued slowly pulling up my skirt up watching Mary’s eyes flit back and forth from my lap to the road. When just the bottom of my pussy appeared Mary moved her hand off the gearshift lever and high on my bare thigh. I signed with pleasure at her touch.

She slowly slid her hand along my thigh and when she reached my pussy she gasped in surprise. I watched her face turn toward me as she slowly rubbed her fingers over my erect, thumb-sized clit, and down into my wet wide-open cunt.

“My god, Donna!” was all she said as she slowly stroked my entire cunt.

Traffic picked that time to come to a standstill and Mary quickly took her hand away to deal with the gearshift lever again. I groaned in frustration.

When the car stopped I took her hand off the lever and, looking at her face, brought her fingers up to my mouth. I slowly licked my pussy juice off each finger. First licking them one by one and than taking each one deep in my mouth. Mary stared at me, her face slightly flushed and her beautiful lips slightly parted. Her breath was coming in short gasps as she watched me lick and suck each of her fingers.

A honking horn behind us broke the spell. We both looked quickly ahead and seeing that the cars in front of us were now moving, Mary smiled at me and put her hand back on the gearshift.

As we slowly inched forward, I could see the city of San Francisco on our left. I leaned over as though to get a better look and put my hand on Mary’s skirt covered thigh. I heard her sharp in take of breath at my touch.

As Mary worked the gas pedal and brake van escort with her right foot I slowly eased her skirt up her leg. She was wearing pantyhose, of course, but even so the feel of her thigh was electric to me.

Once on the Bay Bridge Mary reach for my cunt again, this time concentrating on my clit. Making sure that it was coated with the juice flowing from my pussy Mary stroked by clit with her thumb and forefinger like it was a small cock. I was so close to cuming that I could only put my head on the seatback and groan my need while I lightly stroked her forearm. We could both hear the squishy sound her fingers were making and smell my over-flowing pussy.

It was only moments later, it seemed, and before I could orgasm that we were on the streets of Berkeley. We pulled into an underground parking garage and, as Mary stopped the car in her spot, she turned toward me and put her hands on either side of my head. She stared into my face with her eyes half closed from lust and desire.

This time her kiss wasn’t soft. She kissed me in a frenzy of need, licking my lips and my cheek and my eyes as if she wanted to devour me. She broke the kiss; we were now both breathing heavily. “Let’s go upstairs,” she said.

Mary’s apartment was elegant, not that I was in any mood to really appreciate it when we arrived. Before the door had even closed behind us we were in each other’s arms, kissing passionately and ripping at each other’s clothing. Since I was wearing the least I was naked first and I fell to my knees to roll Mary’s blue pantyhose off.

I clutched the pantyhose at her waist and slowly rolled them down. First over her ass which I couldn’t see from the front but which I caressed with my hands as I lowered the fabric. Than the front, slowly, ever so slowly as Mary moaned out loud above me. I first saw her bellybutton and stopping there reached out with my lips to kiss and probe with my tongue.

As her beautiful dark pussy hair slowly came into view it was my turn to moan. I continued to roll her pantyhose down, feeling her grow weak as more of her cunt was exposed to my gaze. When her entire pussy was open to my view the light glistened off the abundant juice on her exposed cunt lips and upper thighs.

With a loud groan I buried my face in her cunt sucking as much of her clit and labia as I could into my mouth breathing in her glorious hot scent.

“OHOHGODDONNA,” was the sound I heard from above me, and just like that, she came. I was surprise by the flood of her liquid that filled my sucking mouth. Mary’s legs gave out and she slid to the floor with her pantyhose still around her thighs and me, now kissing her mouth with my pussy-flavored lips.

Mary’s tongue reached out in a long lazy swipe to clear as much fluid as she could reach from around my mouth and lips. When I drew back to look at her she was smiling at me with her eyes half-closed. A very satisfied look.

In the bedroom, I lay flat on my back as Mary, kneeling above me, starting kissing me on my lips. I was so excited, so turned on by the events of the long night, that my hips were pumping the empty air above them. My legs were spread wide and I know that I was soaking the sheet beneath me.

Mary kissed me slowly, first my lips and face and than my throat. Her touch sent slivers through me and I ran my hands frantically over her body. First her arms and back and finally her wonderful full breasts. I kneaded them, milking her white tits while she sucked first one, than the other of my nipples into her mouth.

Mary continued to kiss and lick her way down my body finally, oh yes finally, sucking my engorged clit into her mouth. It was huge, as big and throbbing and hard as it could get as she sucked and licked it like a small cock. I felt Mary’s fingers enter my cunt, first one than the others until my entire pussy was filled with her thrusting hand.

I could not contain myself any longer as I started to cum. Cum in loud release of feeling and intensity that felt like it would never end. I cried her name out loud as she sucked my clit all through my orgasm. When my cum passed I was surprised to find that I was crying from the intensity of it.

We fell asleep in each other’s arms. It was the middle of the day and we’d been working toward this moment all night. I did get to visit the university, finally, but mostly Mary called in sick until my return trip.

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