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This is a story within the incest section. Therefore, if you don’t like stories concerning incestuous relationships you really, really, really should not waste your time reading this. There is a also a bit of voyeurism and submission, but the incest clearly predominates. All of the characters in this story are at least nineteen years old.

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Dr. Susan Lowenstein was visiting her sister, Deborah Lowenstein, who lived in a small town in Maine. Deborah was a single mother with three children: two daughters, Emily and Amy (now ages 20 and 22, respectively), and one son, Joseph (age 19). The man of the house, Deborah’s original husband, had abandoned the family soon after Joseph was born. Deborah had to raise the children on her own (she returned to her maiden name once it became clear he was never coming back).

Deborah though had done a pretty good job, so she felt, as all three children had been quite well behaved growing up. Everyone had also done well in school. There had never been any significant disciplinary problems. Amy was now married, and Emily was off at college.

Deborah though had always felt a little inadequate in the parenting of Joseph. She felt considerably more comfortable in the raising of Amy and Emily. She felt that Joseph would have benefitted from the presence a strong masculine figure, someone whom he could emulate and get advice and guidance concerning all things masculine.

It wasn’t that Joseph was effeminate. He had all the usual male interests, but he was not particularly skilled athletically, perhaps because he never had a father or older brother with whom he could play and learn the skills of masculine sports. He tried out for little league but was never picked for a team, which was rather embarrassing, to say the least. He knew it was fruitless to try out for any sport in junior high or high school.

Plus, he was very awkward and insecure around girls, generally acting rather submissively deferential. One might think that he would feel quite comfortable around girls, and relate to them well, having lived in a house confined to females for much of the nineteen years of his life. But, instead, he actually felt rather inadequate around girls, finding them rather intimidating.

Joseph was the baby of the family, and had often been treated as such, never being taken too seriously as a (let alone the) “man of the house.” Women, to him, were the powerful ones, the ones in charge, perhaps at times even a bit scary, particularly when it came to matters of sex and sexuality.

Joseph was still a virgin, and he so much didn’t want to be. But, he just felt so insecure around women. He had never tried very much with any one of the girls he dated. It had been difficult enough to ask for a date. He wasn’t about to try anything with her during the course of the date, and few girls ever developed much interest in further dates with him. He just seemed so nervous, uncertain, and awkward.

It wasn’t that Joseph was unattractive, although he was a bit on the thin side, with glasses, and a mild problem with acne. But, his facial features were really rather nice, even cute. He would though much prefer to be thought of as ruggedly handsome than boyishly cute.

Joseph would be entering college next year and he did not look forward to leaving home. He should in fact be going this year but he wanted to put it off. He just didn’t feel ready to strike out on his own, and he dreaded the increased pressure to date that he would inevitably experience at college. College was the time to find one’s mate, wasn’t it? There would be lots more girls to choose from at college than there had been in his small town of Badger, Maine. But, that would in fact put even more pressure on him as he would have no excuse but himself for the failures he assumed he would experience.

Deborah could see that her son was having some difficulties, particularly with respect to dating. She now regretted never having spoken to him about girls, or sex. At the time she felt that it really wouldn’t be right for a mother to do that, although perhaps it was mostly because she felt uncomfortable about it herself. She also recognized that she had probably babied him too much, but what could she do about that now? How do you reverse such a thing?

Her two daughters were quite self-confident young ladies, enjoying immensely their independent lives away from home. Emily didn’t even come home for the summer, preferring instead to stay on campus. Deborah couldn’t really object as Emily had a job and could afford her own apartment. Joseph, in contrast, had even broached the possibility of not going to college at all, perhaps just staying at home and getting a local job. Deborah would sorely miss his leaving, dreading herself the experience of the empty nest, living in this house all by herself. But, her son needed to be pushed off the nest.

Deborah decided to invite her sister, the psychologist, to come and stay with her for a week, largely to seek her advice, and perhaps even her assistance. She uşak escort could talk to Joseph and discover what the problem was. She knew that her sister was a fairly successful therapist, working primarily with young adult men and women, just like Joseph (see, for instance, “The Cornhole Championship” and “A Very Spunky Lady”).

Susan Lowenstein was quite happy to do so. She had always liked Joseph. He was a very well-mannered, sweet nephew, always very respectful and considerate. But, she could also see that he was rather shy, even submissive, and a bit unhappy. It became clear that there was something missing in his life, particularly when he reached adolescence. She agreed to spend a week visiting her sister.

The first evening was not significantly eventful. Everyone was just catching up on news, renewing the familial bonds. The three of them went out of their way to be pleasant, engaging, and complimentary of one another as they sat around the living room, but Dr. Lowenstein, being the astute psychologist, noticed Joseph acting a bit peculiar. He was notably quiet, yet watching her rather closely.

Joseph had not been looking forward to his aunt’s visit. He felt a bit intimidated by having a psychologist in the house. Who wouldn’t? Plus, she was even a specialist in sex disorders, a topic for which he didn’t feel particularly self-confident.

There was though a plus to her visit. Dr. Lowenstein was a strikingly attractive woman, and it was second nature for Joseph to voyeuristically enjoy the sight of a pretty woman, particularly within the home. His sisters and mother had never openly displayed themselves to him, at least not fully naked, but they hadn’t entirely hidden themselves either. They didn’t really perceive him as a strong male figure around whom they should tread lightly. He was always just “little Joey,” and they were prone to leaving doors open as they changed for bed or dressed for a date. Breakfast was sometimes really nice, as his sisters would often arrive wearing their nightclothes or just a towel (when they were in a hurry and had only time for a quick snack). They would close their bedroom or bathroom doors if there was going to be full nudity, but Joseph still got lots of peeks of his sisters, and even his mother, in various states of undress, which he always enjoyed immensely.

He eventually came to learn when and where he should be for the best voyeuristic peeks, although it wasn’t always real easy. At times he would take rather big risks getting caught, and if he had been caught he would have gotten into quite serious trouble, as well as probably losing most to all future voyeuristic opportunities.

He had really regretted Emily leaving for college, no longer having a sister to “admire.” Joseph had a very special relationship with Emily. Well, it wasn’t really a relationship. It was just that their bedrooms were next to each other and he had managed to carve a very small hole in the adjoining wall, behind a picture in his room. Whenever he heard Emily getting ready for bed, or for a date, he would turn the light off in his room and spy on her, as he quietly masturbated. Those were really very wonderfully special times.

He had even one time just before she had left for college watched Emily masturbate on her bed. She normally turned the light out for that and he could then only just hear her soft whimpers and moans, and the little slushing sounds of her fingers working her cunnie. That was still pretty darned good. He considered one time perhaps trying to record the sounds, for later enjoyment. Still, it was qualitatively better to be able to actually see her do it, as well as hear it. He splashed a mighty big load on the wall that night, whereas he usually was more careful to catch it in a paper towel (he did wonder if he might risk eventually leaving some odd stain on the wall, with so much repeated cum dousing).

On the other hand, he also felt rather guilty for all of his voyeuristic spying. Wasn’t that rather exploitative of him? Wouldn’t Emily feel terribly embarrassed, if not violated, if she had discovered him? He would have hated that. He really did love his sisters, and would never want to do anything that might hurt them or his relationship with them. But, his balls did churn so when they pattered around the house, sometimes wearing only their brassieres and panties, as if he wasn’t even there. How could a young man avoid getting an erection confronted with such provocatively exposed young ladies?

Well, it was rather clear how his sex therapist aunt would feel about his peeping in on his sister. Most certainly she would not approve, to say the least.

Regrettably, Aunt Susan did not appear, at least at first, to be as exhibitionistic as his sisters. She had arrived at their home in a rather conservative business suit, unlike the more clinging feminine dresses worn by his sisters. But, still, Aunt Susan did look rather sexy even in the business suit, as she was so very attractive. She had absolutely gorgeous big grey eyes, dark lashes, long wavy auburn muglalisahidi.com hair, sweet red lips, a delicate, thin nose, prominent full breasts and a strikingly incandescent smile. For a brief moment, Joseph had the image of Julia Roberts, with spectacles, smiling at him.

The conservative business suit was in fact a striking contrast to her underlying vivacious sexiness, concealing what would be such an obviously gorgeous body. Well, not actually concealing her body entirely. The skirt was rather short and Joseph was treated throughout the evening with a very delightful appreciation of her long, shapely legs, and that skirt did ride up her thighs when she was sitting on the couch, sipping her tea. She only occasionally would tug on it, trying to get it to provide a more modest presentation, but the effort was ineffective. In fact, her tugging served primarily to draw his attention to her legs, and thighs, as if she wanted him to notice. Joseph swore that if he was sitting in precisely the right location he might even be able to look up her skirt, between her thighs, and catch a glimpse of her panties.

Perhaps the best news though concerning his Aunt Susan’s visit was that she would be staying in Emily’s old bedroom.

When bedtime arrived he wouldn’t have to be sitting in precisely the right location. He would in fact have the front row seat to a wonderful presentation of what precisely his aunt would look like beneath that suit. He so much looked forward to that, his cock swelling in his pants as he contemplated, anticipated, the scrumptious vision of his aunt’s nude body.

Joseph then realized that he was staring at his aunt’s thighs as he was imagining the evening’s activities and he jerked his mind back to the reality of their polite conversation, realizing that his aunt was also looking at him and perhaps noticing where he had been staring. He averted his eyes, wondering if she knew that he had been mentally undressing her. She was, after all, a psychologist, and they can be pretty good at knowing what’s on your mind. His face reddened.

When bedtime did finally arrive Joseph locked his bedroom door, turned off the lights, and quietly removed the picture from the wall. He smiled as the small beam of light shot into his room, and his grin broadened further as he pressed his eye to the hole to be greeted with the sight of his lovely aunt in the process of removing her suit jacket. His heart raced in anticipation as she hung it up in the closet, out of his line of vision to the right.

He could not see the entire room through the peep hole. He considered getting one of those spy devices that would allow him to span the entire room but that was really too risky. His sister, and now his aunt, might see it poking through the hole. So his view remained limited but he did have access to the most important locations, specifically the bed (a bit to the left), wall mirror (directly in front of him), and most of the vanity dresser (to the right).

His aunt returned back into his sight with her blouse mostly undone. She stood before the mirror, her back to him as she finished undoing the buttons, and then pulled her blouse from the tight waistband of her skirt.

Joseph reached down to undo his belt, unbutton and unzip his slacks, and slip his swelling cock out from his briefs as he watched his aunt begin to pull her white silk blouse free of her arms. His eyes also fixed on that soft firm round bum that was so nicely outlined by her tight skirt. Many a time this day he had wondered what her bottom would be like, naked. It did look rather nice pushing out the back of that clutching, clinging skirt. It was so, so cool that he would now soon find out. He squeezed his swollen dick.

He remembered as a kid ordering these X-ray glasses that were advertised on the back of comic books. He had ordered one but soon regretted it as he had not anticipated the tension that would occur as he waited each day for the mail to arrive. He certainly didn’t want his mother to question him about the strange package that had arrived in the mail for him. The company did say that it would come in a plain brown wrapper, but that itself could be rather suspicious.

When it did finally arrive he was so, so disappointed. Plus, his sisters and mother were rather suspicious as to why he was wearing such silly looking glasses. He at first explained that they were 3-D glasses, which made no sense given that he wasn’t looking at a movie. He then suggested that they were just novelty, joke glasses, like for a clown costume. That worked, but it did add to his image of being rather immature and infantile. Perhaps he was, given that he had bought X-ray glasses. But, most importantly, they didn’t work at all.

Well, the hole in the wall worked real, real well. He had admired his aunt’s body all day long, imagining what she might look like beneath her outfit, and now he was finding out.

When her arms were free of the blouse she gently laid it on the bed. Joseph could see by the strap across her back that she was wearing a red brassiere, and then he was treated with much more when she turned halfway around, mostly facing him. Her boobs were fantastic! They were so big, round, and full, and they were so lusciously wrapped in the red lace of her brassiere, which wasn’t even a full cup. It was a balconette demi cup that provided strong underwiring to hold them up real perky while still allowing for considerable cleavage exposure. No desert was ever presented in a more deliciously alluring manner.

Brassieres are perhaps the sexiest thing a woman wears, yet they were for the most part hidden beneath a blouse. What is then the point, Joseph wondered. Of course, most brassieres are more functional than provocative. Joseph was impressed that his aunt chose to wear rather sexy underthings even when there was no chance that any man would be enjoying the sight. He smiled as he indulged himself with the fantasy that she was wearing this brassiere just for him, for his pleasure. He squeezed and tugged on his dick. Aunt Susan even turned her back to the mirror, facing him directly, and then twisted her body a bit left and right, her breasts posing left and right, as she looked back over her shoulder at her bottom in the mirror, apparently considering how well her derriere appeared in her skirt. She even bent over a bit, to study the shape of her bottom as it stretched and rose, the cleavage in her brassiere opening up for him. Joseph wasn’t sure what was more alluring, her bottom in the reflection or the cleavage in front.

Keeping his eye glued to the hole he reached for the hand lotion on his dresser, which was located just to the right of him. He deftly pushed down on the nozzle to get a large glob of slick lubrication into the palm of his hand and then brought it to the head of his dick, which he thoroughly engulfed within his now wet, slick, slippery palm and fingers, slipping and sliding them all over and around his swollen bulb. He so much enjoyed jerking off with moisturizing lotion. It just seemed so close to what slippery soft clinging cunt flesh would feel like.

His aunt turned again to more directly face the mirror and slowly slid down the zipper of her skirt, every so gradually but surely drawing it down and when it finally reached the end she held it there for a brief moment and then just let the skirt slip to the floor, gathering in a grey pile around her ankles. She bent forward as she slipped her fingers into the waistband of her slip, and pulled it down over her bottom and let it gently fall to the floor as well.

Joseph could have cum right then. His aunt was wearing thigh high nylons and red lace bikini panties that matched her brassiere and hugged so well, so tightly, around the curves of her sweet womanly derriere. The panties didn’t even cover fully her bottom, revealing within the subtle light of her bedroom the bottom third of each pale moon.

Joseph slid his fingers up and down his dick, focusing in particular on his swollen purple plum. It was quite a task to remain cautious and restrained, as his lubricated fist would make telltale slurping noises if it too rapidly slid on and off the lip of his crown. If he could hear the slushing sounds of his sister’s slurping slit, his aunt could possibly hear the sounds of him masturbating as well, and she would most likely figure it out. As a sex therapist she was probably pretty good at diagnosing such sounds. Dr. Lowenstein stepped out of her skirt and bent over further to pick it up, thrusting her bottom directly back toward the young man, the cheeks of her ass swelling out to provide a much fuller, rounder shape, like two red beach balls crushed together yet expanding before the boy’s eyes as she bent over.

He could even now discern the sight of her cunnie pouch poking out from between her thighs. He rubbed the palm of his hand around and around the tip of his swollen crown while the tips of his fingers tickled his nerves directly beneath it, his trembling legs beginning to feel a bit weak and unsteady.

His aunt walked across his line of sight, providing a nice profile of her thrusting round boobs and perky tush, and then stepped outside of his line of sight, probably to hang up the skirt along with the jacket. He certainly didn’t want to cum now. That would be rather anticlimactic. He waited breathlessly for her to return, clutching his dick, and glancing at his door, reminding himself that he had indeed locked it. How horrible would it be for his mother to suddenly open the door and see him glued to the wall, his hard cock in his hand, peeping in on her sister, his aunt, while she undressed.

She did eventually return, crossing his vision again, stepping over to the bed to sit down on the edge, parallel to him, to take off her nylons. A woman removing her nylons is often a very engaging, fetching sight, which is why it was so often portrayed in movies. Joseph was not himself a “leg man” but he most certainly appreciated his aunt’s long, shapely gams, and she did take her good time slowly rolling the nylons down her thighs, across her knees, along her calves, and down to her ankles, the legs stretched and bent in all sorts of different poses as she did so. Joseph wondered if this might be a good time to cum. He could certainly get himself to do it.

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My First Apartment Ch. 4

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The Holidays quickly passed and I settled into the routine of winter semester. I was carrying a fairly light load of classes – 3 morning classes and a one o’clock with a couple of labs on alternate days. Kathy was heavy into developing her knowledge and skills of Bridge. Frank was still traveling a lot on his job. Kathy practically insisted on not sleeping alone, not that I ever considered not sleeping with her.

One afternoon, I returned from my one o’clock. After I changed into sweatpants and a t-shirt, I went out into the Fun Room to see how the Bridge was going. The regular foursome, Kathy, Ruth, Lisa, and Connie, were taking a break.

We all talked about nothing in particular, when Ruth said, “Rich, I’ve never given you that blowjob that I promised you when you made Connie cum by going down on her.”

Connie giggled, Kathy smiled, Lisa put her hand on my shoulder and I got flustered. “Jeez, Ruth, it was my pleasure and you don’t need to . . .”

“I keep my promises.”

Ruth slipped a hand under the waistband of my sweats. She pulled the sweatpants down as she settled down onto her knees. Lisa ran her hand under my t-shirt and across my chest. Ruth pumped my cock a couple of times then sucked it deep into her mouth. I could feel her nose in my pubic hair.

Lisa worked my t-shirt up and pulled it off over my head. She then pulled her t-shirt off. She hugged me and kissed one of my nipples. I felt her breasts press against me. She unbuttoned her jeans and took them off. She wasn’t wearing plain Jane white cotton panties anymore, but hi-cut ones in electric blue.

My cock was hard and firm in Ruth’s mouth. Lisa squatted next to Ruth. “May I taste that, please” Ruth slipped my fully erect cock out of her mouth. Lisa looked up at me with a wicked smile, took it, licked the head once or twice, then swallowed it until her nose was buried in my pubic hair.

“Lisa! How do you do that?”

“Where did you learn to do that?”

Lisa backed my cock out of her mouth until just her lips were wrapped around the cockhead. She sucked hard and swabbed the crown of my cock with her tongue. Then she pushed her lips down the cock shaft. She held my nut sac on the finger tips of one hand.

She continue to push down the cock shaft until her nose was, again, buried in my pubic hair and my nuts were pressed against her chin. She did this three more times then gave my cock back to Ruth.

Lisa looked up at the other women with an innocent expression, “Isn’t that how a girl is supposed to suck cock?”

She stood up and kissed Kathy on the mouth. Ruth resumed her promised blowjob. Connie joined in. As she and Ruth alternated, I watched Lisa and Kathy undress each other. They lay down on the platform and Kathy started kissing and licking her way down to Lisa’s cunt.

Ruth was squeezing my nuts and pressing her tongue against the bottom of the cock shaft as she bobbed her head. Connie was kneeling beside her. She was rubbing my stomach and kissing and licking a thigh and my cock whenever she could get to it.

I heard Lisa sigh and Kathy breathe, “Wow!” Kathy had just found Lisa’s long clit. My nuts began to tighten as Ruth pressed a finger tip against my puckered asshole and as I thought about sucking Lisa’s clit.

I spread my feet apart as Ruth worked her index finger up my ass. My cock got extra hard, then jerked as she pressed my gland. She gulped rapidly as I unloaded cum into her mouth. Ruth kept her lips clamped tight around my cock shaft as she swallowed, but cum was leaking out around her lips.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and Connie took over. Ruth stood, wiped the cum off her lips, sucked her finger clean, kissed me and said, “Ruth delivers on her promises.”

Connie sucked the last of the cum from my cock, stood, kissed me, “I hate to eat and run, but George will be home soon.” Ruth and Connie went over and kissed Lisa goodbye and told Kathy goodbye. I don’t believe either of them knew anyone else was near by.

I picked up my sweats and walked back to my apartment. A few minutes later I heard Lisa shrieking then groaning as Kathy ate her to an orgasm. It was quiet for about 10 minutes then I heard the shower start. I heard Kathy and Lisa talking. I thought about joining them, but I figured I’d better get some school work done.

After Lisa finished her shower and had gotten dressed, she stopped by the apartment and said, “Come out Saturday afternoon to see something I’ve working on.” I replied “Is right after lunch O.K.?”

“Make it 1:30.”

“O.K. See you then.”

Kathy came in just as Lisa turned to leave. “You have to teach me your deep throat technique, Lisa.”

“Any time. And I want to learn to eat pussy like you do.” They kissed lightly and Lisa turned and literally skipped out my apartment entrance.

“Does Lisa always deep throat you?”

“I’ve only been with her twice, but, yes, this was the second time.”

Kathy grinned at me, “I’ll need a practice partner, if I start taking lessons from gaziantep escort her.”

“Only if I can go down on you too, Kathy.”

“Then it’s a deal. By the way, I’ll be gone from Friday afternoon on. I have a weekend tournament that begins Friday evening. It will be just Frank and you.”

“We’ll be O.K. And we won’t do anything that you wouldn’t approve of.”

The rest of the week passed quickly. I stopped at the university library after class. Then I went back to my apartment and hit the books. Kathy had left earlier for her tournament so it was quiet in the house.

After about three hours of work, I decided to take a break and work out. I was finishing my routine on the exercise machine when Frank came in. I had heard him come into the house earlier.

He was dressed in his workout clothes. I moved over to the treadmill to cool down by walking and Frank began his routine. We each talked about our past week. Frank mentioned he was really looking forward to the weekend and how he hoped we could do a few things together. I headed for the shower.

I was rinsing my hair when Frank came into the shower. He handed me the soap and asked me to wash his back. I was lathering his shoulders when he reached behind himself and gripped my cock.

I knew what things Frank wanted to do so I moved my hands around to the front and started lathering his chest. Frank let loose of my cock and I pulled him back against me so my cock was pressed into his butt crack.

Frank pushed against me. I lathered his stomach then moved to his cock and balls. He got an immediate hard-on as I stroked his cock with my soapy hand. “That feels good, Rich. Keep it up.”

He was humping his hips. My cock was starting to get hard as it slid in and out between his butt cheeks as Frank fucked my hand. We kept this up for a few minutes until Frank stopped. He turned to face me and held my cock. “I want to save this until later, if you don’t mind.”

We finished rinsing, dried off and slipped into a couple of robes. Frank said he didn’t feel like cooking and he hoped there was something in the refrigerator. He asked me to eat with him.

We found a plate of cold fried chicken and a bowl of potato salad in the refrigerator. I opened a couple of brews as Frank got out plates, etc. Frank was restless as we ate.

I knew he wanted us to get it on together, but I think he wasn’t sure how I would react. He and I had never talked about any of our sex sessions and he didn’t know about George – yet.

We finished eating and I carried our dishes to the sink. Frank was still sitting at the table. He looked over at me, “It’s dessert time, Rich.”

I walked back to the table. Frank slipped his hand into my robe and squeezed my cock. Frank grinned and stood up. He turned and I followed as he walked into his and Kathy’s bedroom.

He untied the belt on his robe as he sat down on the edge of the bed. Frank beckoned me and I stepped over in front of him. Frank untied the belt and opened my robe. He looked at my cock, looked up at me, then he extended his tongue and gave my cockhead a flip.

Frank pressed his face into my pubic hair and nuzzled my cock. He rubbed my cock across his lips and the rest of his face. Finally, he held my cock shaft between two fingers as slipped his lips over the cockhead.

Frank slowly swallowed my cock. He cradled my nut sac in the palm of one hand as he sucked me up into a hard-on. Frank stopped sucking and moved back onto the middle of the bed. He lay back on his side and propped himself up on an elbow. I got onto the bed and kneeled in front of Frank. He leaned forward and resumed sucking me off. I shrugged off my robe. Frank’s robe was lying over his hip. I pushed his robe back. His cock was erect and lying against his stomach.

I reached down and squeezed his balls. Then I slid my hand the length of his cock. I gripped him and began to give him a hand job. Frank never stopped sucking me as he moved around to give me better access.

I lay down on my side with my face inches from Frank’s cock. I licked his cockhead, then by stretching a bit, I licked the bottom of his cock down to his balls. Then I nibbled my way up the side back to his cockhead.

I swabbed the crown with my tongue and ran the tip of my tongue around it, before taking about a third of Frank’s cock into my mouth. I alternately sucked and massaged his cockhead and shaft with my tongue.

As I settled into my first man-to-man 69, Frank increased the strength and speed of his mouth action on my cock. At some point he had lubed a finger with spit and was trying to push it into my ass.

I paused in my own sucking and adjusted myself to give him easier access. Frank pushed his fingertip into my pucker. It did not feel unpleasant as I resumed sucking Frank.

Frank was giving my cock long, slow strong sucks as he work his finger deep into my ass. My cock got harder as he sucked. He must of touched my gland as all of a sudden my nuts exploded. I clamped my lips babelan.net tight around his cock shaft. Frank was making gulping noises as the cum rushed up my cock and gushed into his sucking mouth.

Frank continued to slowly suck me after I finished cumming. He eventually let my cock slip out of his mouth as he lay back on the bed. I continued to lick, kiss and suck his cock until he asked me to stop.

I sat up and looked at Frank. He had a cum mustache and cum had run down his chin. He pulled my face down to his and gave me a French kiss. My cum smeared my lips and filled my mouth as I sucked Frank’s tongue.

Frank broke the kiss and lay his head on my chest. He gripped my cock as I put an arm around his shoulders as I lay back on the bed. Frank began to breathe deeply and slowly as he fell asleep.

I must have slept too, because the next thing I knew, I was chilly and we were lying in total darkness. Frank awakened as I tried to pull some covers over us. He squeezed my cock as he brought his face up to mine and gave me a peck on the lips.

“When you are rested, Rich, fuck me.”

I thought a minute. “Frank, how would you like to have my cherry?”

“What?”

“How would you like to fuck my virgin ass and take my anal cherry?”

“I’d love to, but are you sure, Rich.”

“Just as sure as we sucked each other’s cocks and I blew a load down your throat, Frank.” “When?”

“Right now, Frank. How do you want me to lay?”

“Pile up the pillows in the middle of the bed. I’ll get some lube.”

I pulled the covers off the bed and piled the pillows. When Frank got back to the bed, I leaned over and slipped his cock into my mouth. I sucked for a couple of minutes, then crawled across the bed and lay on my stomach on the pile of pillows.

Frank pushed me up so the pillows were under my hips, he grasped my ankles and spread my legs wide, he then pulled my cock and balls out from under me and pulled them down so they were out in the open and exposed on the pile of pillows.

Frank was on his knees behind me. He was lightly running his hands over my back and ass. He would run his fingers down my ass crack, press my pucker and graze my balls and cock.

He stopped long enough to lube a finger. I tried to relax as he rubbed my ass with one hand and slowly pushed his greasy finger into my asshole.

Frank’s finger felt o.k. He was still for a moment, then Frank started rotating and flexing his finger. After about five minutes or so, Frank removed his finger and inserted a nozzle. The cool lube felt good to.

Frank pressed two fingers against my pucker and slowly pushed them in accompanied by more rotation and flexing. A third finger joined the other tow as Frank stretched my asshole. Three fingers hurt a little, but I tried not to tense up.

Frank again pulled his fingers out. After lubing all of his fingers, he tried four. I told him to stop. He went back to three fingers which slipped right in.

Again Frank stopped. I turned and watched as he lubed his cock. I got comfortable on the pillows and relaxed as he squeezed some more lube into my ass. Frank was up on his knees. He crawled up between my legs. He put one hand on my back as he used his other hand to guide his stiff cock up to my waiting asshole.

Frank pressed his cockhead against me. I took a deep breath as Frank kept a steady pressure on my pucker. I could feel it stretch as Frank’s cockhead pressed in. Frank pressed slowly through the muscle ring. The stretching with the fingers had helped.

When his cockhead “popped” through the muscle ring, I felt my hole close around his cock shaft. Frank waited a minute then pushed his cock all the way into my ass. I felt his pubic hair brush my butt. Frank waited again.

“You’re so tight! How does it feel? Does it feel o.k.?”

“It feels o.k., Frank.”

“I’m going to pull back and start pumping.”

“O.K.”

Frank set up a slow steady pumping action. He held my hips and he ran his hands over my back and shoulders as he fucked me. “So tight! Oh, so tight!”

I was sort of surprised that having a cock up my ass felt pretty good. I lay over the pillows and relaxed and enjoyed the experience. When Frank would bottom his cock in my ass, he would press down on my hips which, in turn, pushed my rigid cock into the pillows.

I imagined that my cock was up another ass. I thought briefly about George, Connie’s husband, but my thoughts turned back to my own ass as Frank picked up the pace.

Frank was fucking me with long fast strokes. He was panting. He pushed his cock deep and gripped my shoulders. His pubic bone bumped hard against my ass as he used short quick strokes to pump his cum into me.

I could feel his cock twitch as each wad blew into my ass. Frank fell forward and lay on my back. “Fuck, Rich! That was fantastic! What a tight ass! You gripped my cock like a glove!”

Frank was quiet for a moment. “How did it feel for you, Rich? Was it good? How was you first ass fuck?”

Frank rolled off me. His softening cock pulled out of my ass with a plop. “It felt pretty good, Frank. I thought it would hurt more, but it felt surprisingly good. I liked feeling your cock twitch as you unloaded your wads of cum.

We rearranged the pillows and pulled up the covers. I lay on my back as Frank stroked my still hard cock. Frank lay his head on the pillow next to mine. “Keep it hard, Rich. It’s your turn to fuck me in the morning.”

The room was filled with light when I awakened. I was lying on my side. Frank was on his side behind me. His arm was draped across my shoulder and I could feel his cock between my ass cheeks.

I thought, “This is what Kathy feels when we sleep together and I wake her by pushing my cock between her ass cheeks.” I slipped out of bed and into the bathroom.

When I came out, Frank was awake. He was lying on his back with his legs drawn up and he was lubing his ass. He pulled the nozzle out and sat up on the edge of the bed. He reached for my cock and tugged me closer.

Frank tugged me up to his lips. He licked all around my cockhead, then slowly sucked me into his mouth. He worked his tongue all around my cock shaft and cockhead until he was satisfied with my hard-on.

Frank lay back on the bed and exposed his ass to me by pulling his knees back towards his head. “Fuck me, Rich. I’ve waited all night for your cock.”

I grasped his legs and raised his ass higher to the level of my hips. I pressed my spit lubed cockhead against his asshole which opened to accept my hard meat.

Frank exhaled as I pushed balls deep into his ass. He adjusted his hips as I began humping my hips. My cock pistoned in and out of his ass in a steady rhythm. Frank was stroking his cock as we fucked.

The friction caused by my cockhead rubbing inside Frank’s ass tunnel was tightening my nuts and I buried my cock deep in his ass as I blew my load. Frank’s cock jerked as he blew his load onto his stomach and chest.

I leaned forward and lay on Frank as my cock softened. Frank put his arms around me. I finally rolled off of him, got out of bed and said, “I’m going to shower. I’ve got an appointment this afternoon and I need to run some errands.”

I was just finishing showering when Frank stuck his head in, “I was hoping we could spend the day together.”

“Sorry, Frank. I’ve got to keep this appointment. I should be back late afternoon.”

I completed my errands and drove out to Lisa’s farm. I rang the door bell. I waited a few minutes before Lisa answered. She was wearing a smock, she was drying her hands and there were streaks and smears of clay on her face.

“It looks as if I’ve interrupted your work.”

“That’s O.K. I’m ready for a break. Come on in. Let me show you what I’ve been working on.”

I followed Lisa into her studio. There was the beginning of a clay sculpture on her work stand. “I’m want to sculpt a male torso and it’s difficult working from photographs.”

It was a reclining torso. I noticed that a number of the photos, including several nudes, that I had “modeled” for earlier were scattered on other tables and surfaces.

I took a chance, “Would you like me to pose for you?”

“Would you?”

“Sure. I like being naked.”

“You’re an exhibitionist.”

“That too,” I laughed as I undressed. While I was stripping, Lisa moved a lounge chair over into a space with good lighting.

“Recline back on that and strike a pose.”

I arranged myself on the lounge. As I reclined I turned my face and shoulders towards Lisa and her pile of clay on the work stand. She was punching and reshaping the clay. “How’s this?”

Lisa looked up. “That’s pretty good. But turn towards me a little more and pull your one knee up.”

I did as she asked. When I pulled my leg up it exposed my cock and balls. “That’s fine.” Lisa looked at me critically as she started to work the clay. She worked for a while before she stopped to look at me again. She tilted her head as she studied me.

“Turn away from me a little. And lay back some more.” I moved as she directed. Lisa looked a while longer then walked over to me. She leaned over me and moved one arm. She smelled earthy – the smell of wet clay and sweat. She touched my face and left a smear of clay.

She giggled. I pulled her to me and kissed her. She caught her balance by putting her hands on my shoulders. We separated. “Really, Sir.” Lisa stepped back. “Now we need to re-adjust your pose.”

But the only re-adjusting Lisa did, was to move my cock so it was laying across my thigh. “That’s better.” She returned to her work stand. I held the pose for at least thirty minutes when she called for a break.

I stood up and stretched. “May I look?”

“There isn’t much to see.” I stood behind Lisa. I nuzzled her neck. “You’ve got something on your mind besides posing for me.”

I turned her around, “Maybe we should examine the object of the sculpture more closely.” I started to untie the bow at the neck of her smock.

“What do you mean?”

I slowly unbuttoned her smock. “I mean the Artist and the Model should get better acquainted and closely examine the object of the sculpture.”

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Sunday

I had just arrived home here in St. Louis after a three hour trip back from a visit to my son and his family and my balls were aching like hell. I’m George Edwards, a 58 year old self-employed mechanic with no health insurance in this damned recession. I figured a hot bath might help but it basically only made things worse and my balls were still aching.

With no health insurance I sure didn’t want to spend the money going to the 24 hour minor emergency clinic around the corner and I wasn’t particularly keen on presenting my problem to a perfect stranger either. After a couple of hours I finally decided to call my ex-wife, Laura, who works as an ER physician at one of the local hospitals. She was my second wife and 15 years my junior. We would still be married but her schedule of working four 12 hour days with three days off and my schedule as a mechanic just didn’t mesh so we split after 3 years of marriage but we are still close and stay in touch almost daily. I still work on her car and keep it in top notch shape and she still feeds me a good meal every now and again.

I auto-dialed the hospital number on my cell. “Emergency Room,” answered a sweet sounding voice. “May I speak with Dr. Edwards, please,” I said. The voice on the other end of the line said, “Just a moment, please.”

After a minute or two of being on hold Laura came on the line. “Dr. Edwards. May I help you?” she said matter-of-factly. “Laura, this is George. I need your help, I think.” I replied

“What’s the problem?” she asked and I told her about my aching balls. “I get off at 7:00 p.m. and I’ll run by and check on you. I’ll bring some things from here at the hospital and give you the once over. I know you still haven’t been able to afford any health insurance so I’ll save you a few bucks. In the meanwhile, put an ice bag on your scrotum. I’ll see you in a bit.”

“Thanks, Laura. I’ll see you later.”

Sunday Afternoon

Dr. Laura Edwards had a daughter from a previous marriage, Emily Mason. Emily is a svelte blonde, 20 years old. She was just a teenager when Laura and George were married and lived with them but she had turned into a stunning woman.

Emily was studying to be an RN at the nearby community college. As it so happened, Emily was doing her hospital rotations and the same hospital where Laura worked and was on duty the same day.

“Emily. I need for you to gather some things together for me” said Dr. Edwards to her daughter. “George has some pain in his groin and I promised I’d drop by after work to check on him.” “Sure, Mom, what do you need?”

“Let’s see, I want to give him a complete physical so grab a stethoscope, a blood pressure monitor, a couple of disposable hypodermics, several specimen bottles, and put them in my medical bag.” “Oh, and throw in a couple of the throw away enemas in case we need them.”

“Sure, Mom.” Emily replied. “Want me to go with you to see George? It might help me with my nursing program.” “Sure.” said Dr. Edwards.

Later that afternoon Emily was on break and was having a soda with a classmate, Alison Carpenter. Alison was having some trouble with her nursing courses and mentioned that fact to Emily. Alison told Emily that what she really needed was some “hands on” experience. “What time do you get off?” Emily asked. “Seven.” came the reply. “Great. Mom and I are going by to do a quick physical on my ex-step-dad. Maybe you’d like to come along.” “Sure thing. See you at 7:00 then.”

Emily told Laura about her conversation with Alison and the wheels began to turn in Laura’s head. She loved her daughter and was fond of all the students in the nursing class. Perhaps she could convince George to help out with the “teaching” part of her job by working with the students so they could gain some experience. Laura had lots of ideas for George.Sunday Evening

I was still lying on the couch with an ice bag on my groin at my apartment when Laura walked in. She still has her key from when we were married and I never thought to ask for it back. I was somewhat surprised when Emily followed her into the room along with a gorgeous redhead who was introduced to me as Alison Carpenter.

“Hi, George. Hope you don’t mind that I brought Emily and Alison along with me. They are both in the nursing program at the hospital and I thought they might pick up a few pointers by coming along with me.” Somewhat taken aback, I stuttered, “No, no, not at all.” Geez, my ex-wife was one thing but two beautiful nursing students was something else.

Laura told me to go to the kitchen and have a seat at the table. She and the two nursing students were gabbing away as they scrubbed up at the kitchen sink and all three donned latex gloves. Finally Laura came over to where I was seated and opened her bag. The two lovely students stood back quietly observing.

“O.K. George. Take off your robe and let’s have a look at you.” Laura commanded. I whispered in Laura’s ear that I hadn’t put on any underwear after my bath and that I was a little embarrassed çanakkale escort to be naked in front of my ex-stepdaughter and particularly her friend. “Don’t be silly, George. I’m a doctor and these girls are nursing students. You don’t have a thing that any of us have never seen. Out of the robe!” With the pain I was in I had no choice but to comply so off came the robe. In spite of the pain in my balls, my cock twitched as I removed my robe and stood naked in front of these three pretty women.

Laura first took my blood pressure what was good at 120/80. She had both girls repeat the procedure and both came up with 130/85. Laura thought they were doing it wrong since my BP shouldn’t have differed from her reading but when she rechecked she came up with the same reading. “Looks like the girls have your pressure up.” laughed Laura. “No problem, it’s normal.”

Laura had the girls take my temperature with an automatic thermometer. “Temp is normal.” reported the girls and Laura made a note on her pad. Laura then checked my ears, eyes, nose and throat and let the girls go through the same routine. “No problems there.” said my ex-wife.

All three women took a stethoscope and listened to my heart with Laura explaining to the girls what they were listening for. Again, no problems. The three women then went through the routine of tapping my back and listening again with their stethoscopes as they had me breathe in, hold, and exhale.

Laura then pulled out a hypodermic and drew a blood sample into two vials which she labeled and carefully placed into her medical bag. Needless to say she didn’t have the girls repeat this procedure but she did have them observe closely as she drew my blood.

Laura had Emily go and get a clean quilt which she placed on the table. “Hop on the table, George,” she told me and I followed her direction. Laura and the girls then pushed, prodded and probed my abdomen with Laura pointing out what they were feeling. The sensation of three sets of hands rubbing around on my body became increasingly arousing.

Finally Laura said, “Well, George, you seem to be in pretty good shape but I’ll run blood tests tomorrow along with a couple of other samples and we’ll see if you have an infection. Let’s check your immediate problem now. Stand up.”

All three women had seats in chairs as I stood naked before them. Laura sat in the middle with one student on each side. Laura had me stand in front of her as she took her gloved hands and gently palpated my balls. “I don’t feel any problems, George.” she said. Laura had each of the young students repeat the procedure of feeling my balls for abnormalities. I must have turned as red as a beet when my ex-stepdaughter took hold of my balls. While they were chatting away about the male anatomy my cock began to leak pre-cum. With a giggle, Alison asked Laura what caused it and Laura explained that it was a natural male reaction to their ministrations.

Laura said, “George, we have two or three more things to do and we will be finished for the evening. I’ll run the tests at the hospital tomorrow and let you know the results.”

“Girls, get a urine sample for me.” said Laura. “Here is the container.” I thought I would go to the bathroom to deliver the sample but I was sadly mistaken. Laura had me stand in front of the girls to urinate. Emily held the sample container and Alison took hold of my cock and directed it towards the opening at the top and asked, “Can you go, George?” With my half-erection and the pain in my balls it was an effort but I managed to fill the container which Laura again labeled and placed into her medical bag.

I started to put my robe back on but Laura said, “George, I have two more quick tests to run Girls, have George lay on his arms with his cute little rump in the air and give him two of the throw away enemas. We need to give him a good prostate massage and get our last sample–his semen.” I thought I was going to die!

Alison placed the quilt on the floor while Emily prepared the enemas. I got on the quilt with my ass stuck up in the air and lay my head on my arms. With all dignity already gone I just wanted it to all be over. For the first enema Alison spread my ass checks and Emily inserted the enema tube into my rosebud. She squeezed the bottle until it was empty. While I felt full I was not uncomfortable. The girls then changed places and Emily spread my cheeks while Alison inserted the tube and squeezed out the contents. Laura made me stay in that position for five minutes until the solution began to work. She had the girls massage my aching belly while they talked about their patients from the day.

I was about to panic when Laura said, “Girls, take him to the bathroom and let him empty his bowels. Make sure that he stays on the toilet long enough to void all of the enema.” Each girl took one of my hands and I almost dragged them to the bathroom to get rid of the bloating in my belly. They both stood beside me as I voided the enema. After a full five minutes they led çeşme escort me back to the kitchen for my final tests.

Laura was reading the society section of the local paper when we returned to the kitchen. She said, “George, just two more things and we will let you go to bed for the night. I’ll have the results tomorrow. If you will, bend over the table with your chest flat on the table and your hands over your head.” Laura then pulled up three chairs for her and the girls. They spread my ass apart and Laura lubed up her gloved hand and inserted two fingers into my rectum. She began to massage my prostate and commented, “I don’t feel any problems.” Each of the beautiful young students repeated the procedure. By this time my cock was leaking like a sieve. I was red faced when I turned around with my cock at half mast and all three women noticed but made no comment.

“Girls. The last thing for the night is a semen sample. Get one of the sterile containers and gently get us a sterile sample.” I slumped into a chair and slid up so that my cock was accessible to the girls. They replaced their latex gloves and while Alison fondled my swollen balls my ex-stepdaughter, Emily, began slowly stroking my dick. In no time I was rock hard. What with Alison stroking my balls and beautiful Emily slowly pulling on my dick it did not take long for me to shoot ropes of cum into the vial that Alison was holding at the tip of my straining cock. Laura, who was watching intently as the girls worked their magic said, “My, George, that was quite a load. It certainly is sufficient for me to test for sperm count and any infections. I’ll give you a call mid-afternoon tomorrow and let you know the results.:And away they went.

Exhausted, I looked at the clock and it was ten p.m. I immediately went to bed with thoughts of my ex-wife and student nurses dancing in my brain. My balls had quit their aching so I fell asleep immediately.

Sunday Night/Monday Morning

Dr. Laura Edwards hopped into her BMW and Emily joined her in the front seat while her friend Alison got into the back. “Well, girls, what do you think? Will George be of any help to you in your studies?’ “You bet.” the girls chorused. Emily said, “I was a little embarrassed at first since George was my step-dad but after awhile he became just another patient.” Alison opined that George would be a great male patient for her and their friends to practice on.

Laura said, “Well, let me run the tests tomorrow and then I will get with George and let you know what he says. A live patient or standardized patient as they are called is certainly better than those stupid dummies that you have to practice on.”

“I know all the girls in the class will be willing to participate. They might even ante up a little money if George is willing to help us out.” said Alison. Emily agreed.

Alison decided to spend the night with Emily and her Mom that evening. After arriving home they discussed all of the different procedures that they could practice with George. It was all up to Laura to see if she could talk George into cooperating.

They all went to bed excited with the prospect of having George as a “patient” for the student nursing class.

The next morning Laura had George’s blood work done and it came back perfect. Cholesterol was within normal levels, PSA normal, red and white blood counts normal–no infections. The urine sample also came back normal with no infections. The sperm sample was the only thing that concerned Laura; although George was 58 his sperm count was extremely high which meant that if he had unprotected sex with a fertile woman she was very likely to become pregnant and she knew George didn’t want any more children, his own being in their 30’s with children of their own. Her final diagnosis was that George was suffering from “blue balls” from the lack of sex since their divorce.

At lunch, Laura met with Emily and Alison and reported the test results including her diagnosis that George needed more relief. They were still excited about the prospect of having George available on call for practice procedures and quickly agreed that they and any of their classmates who elected to participate would help give George his needed relief on a regular basis.

Monday

I was at work Monday afternoon when the phone rang about 3:00 p.m. The caller ID told me Laura was calling from her cell phone.

“George?” “Yep,” I replied. “How did the test results come out?” Laura hesitated before saying, “Fine. No problems. No infections or anything. I should have stayed married to you–you are in pretty good shape for a 58 year old.”

“Then what is the problem, or I should say what was the problem with my balls?” I asked. Laura laughed and said, “You haven’t been getting enough pussy, Old Man, but I have a proposition for you that may help you out on that count.”

“What’s the proposition?” I asked.

“You know that Emily is doing rotations here at the hospital for her nursing program. Alison is in the same program. diyarbakır escort They are able to practice female procedures on each other but they need a live male to help them out with the male procedures. Are you willing to help out?”

“What all would that entail?” I asked.

Laura said, “Well, Emily and Alison and perhaps some of the other students in their class would be able to come by your place anytime you are not busy and practice some of the things we did last night and some other procedures as well. I promise that I will be there to instruct them anytime they come by so you can be assured that you will not be injured or anything. In exchange they will make sure that you get enough relief so that you won’t get the ‘blue balls’ that caused your ache over the week-end. If any of them decide to stay over after the instructions are over then that is between you and them.”

“So what’s the catch?” I responded.

“None,” said Laura, “except that your sperm count is extremely high. I can’t have one of these girls end up pregnant so you will have to agree to a vasectomy. Deal?”

The thought of a vasectomy at my age was not at all pleasant but then I really did know that I didn’t want more children and the thought of all those nubile bodies practicing on mine outweighed my doubts. “Sure.” I replied. “Where should I get it done?”

Laura said, “Look, George, I’m a doctor fully qualified to do a simple vasectomy. I’ll do it as a demonstration for the class. If you agree, I’ll send over my exam table and some other things from when I was in private practice and we will set up a medical office in your spare bedroom. Say you will do it–for Emily and her friends. For the sake of science!”

I hesitated before saying, “O.K”

“Great!” said Laura. “I’ll have the equipment delivered tomorrow and we can do it sometime this week. Goodnight, and thanks, George.”

Tuesday

The next afternoon at 5:30 a small moving van arrived at my apartment. The two guys knocked on my door and asked if I was George Edwards. I said that I was and they said they had a delivery.

First they brought in a electric gynecological exam table that looked like a normal doctor’s exam table but it had stirrups, tilted, turned and could twist a patient into any position that the doctor desired. They also brought in a metal storage desk, lamps, rolling stools and everything else needed to make my empty spare bedroom into a real doctor’s office. By the time they left, I thought, “God, what have I gotten myself into?”

I fell asleep dreaming of the pain and pleasure to come.

Wednesday

Laura called me from her cell phone. She was on her off day and said she was at the apartment setting up her new office. Laura told me not to come home too early because she wanted to surprise me with the new setting. I told her that I would stop by my favorite bar for a couple of beers before coming home and that she could expect me by 6:30 or 7:00 p.m. Unfortunately I stayed at the bar a little too long and ended up having to grab a taxi home.

When I arrived at the apartment I was a little surprised at the number of cars in the parking area but I just figured someone was having a party in the complex. Little did I know that the party was a surprise party for me!

As soon as I entered my apartment Laura knew that I had a little too much to drink but she laughed it off saying that I would not need any anesthetic tonight. When I went through the spare bedroom to go to the bathroom I was shocked and pleasantly surprised to see eight girls sitting and giggling in the new “Doctor’s Office.” I peed and came back to the “Office” where Laura was sitting on her rolling stool and the girls were lined up in two rows of four in folding chairs.

Laura announced that there would be no vasectomy demonstration tonight due to my condition but that they would take care of some of the preliminaries. Of course I knew Emily and Alison from Sunday night but I was introduced to Kimmie, Beth, Lisa, Elaine, Anna and Deb, all classmates of Emily and Alison. They were all wearing hospital scrubs but I could imagine what was beneath that nondescript clothing.

Kimmie Anderson was Emily’s age but appeared to be about 15. She had a girlish figure with small tits but she had an ass to die for. I had to wonder if her curly red hair was the same color that covered her pussy.

Beth Levine must have stood six feet tall. Her long brunette mane hung to the middle of her back. Beth’s breasts were large and her hips wide. My mind said she would make a good breeder.

Lisa Smitherman was a cute little German export. She still spoke with an accent but it was clear that she had been in the States for years as her command of the English language was excellent. She was a little plump but not offensively so and I could just imagine her hands, mouth and pussy giving me my promised “relief” on occasion.

Now Elaine Black was a standout! Although she was still wearing scrubs she had apparently managed to go by her place as she had on a top that was cut off just below her breasts and the pants were cut off right at the crotch. She had a belly button piercing and a tatoo of an eagle across her back just above the waistline. I wondered if she had any other tats or piercings.

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Your alarm woke me with a start this morning. “Get up girl,” you growled. 7:00 am seemed to come early today after the late night we spent. I was still a little stiff from the strenuous activity but I somehow persuaded my body to move out of the bed. I wearily started for the bathroom to begin my morning responsibilities. A swift crack on my ass from the flat of your hand inspired a change in my demeanor and I dove into my duties with renewed energy.

I live with you as your lover and slave. Each morning it is my job to draw your shower and bathe you for the day ahead. This morning was no different. I hurried to the bathroom where I adjusted the water for the temperature and pressure that I knew you desired. I got in the tub on my knees and waited for you to join me. Soon after, you appeared. I began to scrub you in the manner you taught me, starting with your hair and working my way down. I couldn’t help pausing as I was about to start washing your cock. This has always been my favorite part of the morning activities. Worshiping your cock comes so naturally to me and cleaning it in the morning is a natural extension of this adoration. It thrills me to know something I enjoy so much also brings you such great pleasure. Every once in a while you allow me the treat of using my mouth to clean you, rewarding my efforts with the day’s first cum. However, today was not one of those days. Before I could finish washing, you brusquely pushed me aside with the words, “that will be enough.”

I scurried out of the shower, put on my bathrobe, and headed for the kitchen. I knew today would be a busy day for you. Not wanting to waste any time, I went directly about making your breakfast so that it would be just as you expected. Finally you joined me and started the coffee. I served your breakfast and awaited your next instructions.

Breakfast is the time when we discuss your plans for me for the day. My schedule always includes household chores, although sometimes you give me additional assignments. These vary from mundane activities to structured opportunities for learning and growth. I always approach these tasks with excitement, especially when you challenge me with opportunities for physical or sexual growth. Today’s assignment was not going to be one of those opportunities, however.

“I have to work late today,” you told me. “In addition to your normal day’s duties you will bring dinner to the office at 6:30. Do you understand these instructions?”

“Yes, my Sir,” I nodded that I did.

You left for work and I went about my morning, completing the jobs that you left for me. I have always taken great pride in my duties. I know it pleases you to come home to a house that is exactly as you expect it should be. I got a warm feeling many times today as I thought of the smile that crosses your lips when you reward me. More then once I thought about what those rewards can entail – sometimes it’s just a kiss, other times it’s much more. Last night fell under the later category. I was so lucky to be treated to an evening of anal play, though in truth it was really a delight for both of us. I loved opening my ass up to you. I blushed thinking about it: me with my wrists cuffed to my spread legs, face pushed down into the bed, ass raised and exposed to you, and you wailing on my rosebud with your thick shaft, smacking me every so often for good measure. Oh, I was sore this morning from it all, but last night my body screamed out in pleasure.

I tried several times to shake the images of our play from my mind but they kept creeping back into my thoughts as I cleaned. It didn’t help that one of my duties was to straighten the playroom. Generally I am not allowed in that part of the house but since we used it last night it was my responsibility to tidy up today. As I put things back in order I gazed at my favorite toys: a suede flogger, an assortment of dildos and butt plugs, clamps, and various restraints. Each of these brought back more memories for me. I could almost feel you in the room, watching me. My attention turned to the punishment wall. Here you had placed various implements of torture. These included clover clamps, various whips, crops, and canes. I am not a pain slut and so I do my utmost to avoid any kind of discipline. I regard these implements with an odd mixture of fear and curiosity. I can’t imagine the pain they would cause; however, there is a little part of me that hungers for the sting and burn of a crop applied to my ass.

I was contemplating the crop when I realized my thighs were wet with juice escaping from my dripping pussy. Somewhat startled, my eyes darted to the clock. 5:00!! Fortunately I had finished my work, but there was more I needed to do if I was going to get to you by 6:30.

I hurried through the traffic to get to you on time. I had been diligent in my duties during the day but somehow I found myself running late. Your instructions were explicit. I was to meet you at work with dinner at 6:30. My daydreaming about you nearly held me up, niğde escort but I managed to pull myself together. I chose to wear an outfit that you purchased for me. My blouse was of cream-colored lace. It was somewhat loose fitting but extremely low cut to show off my large breasts. It was also very sheer so that you could see my bra underneath. The skirt you bought to go with the blouse was made out of tight fitting black leather. It was short enough that if you looked closely you could see the seem of my black thigh high nylons. Finishing off the outfit were my 4 inch black pumps. This was generally not an outfit I wore in public as it certainly drew a lot of attention my way, but I decided that tonight I would surprise you in the office, knowing that you could likely use a change of pace from the work. Besides, I had also concluded that your building would be empty so you would be the only sex crazed male ogling me (which is just as I like it).

I checked my watch as I pulled into your parking lot. 6:23! I had just enough time to get your dinner up to your floor with room to spare to catch my breath. I made my way to you.

I saw you sitting on the edge of your desk as I got off the elevator. I walked in through the open door and greeted you with a smile.

“Hello, my Sir.” My eyes glanced to the clock on the wall. 6:28. I made it. You looked back at me with that intense stare of yours, cocking an eyebrow.

“What do we have here?” Now I felt your eyes upon me, scanning my body. I felt an uncomfortable heat rising on my skin. Had I done the wrong thing by dressing this way? My desire was to please you but at that moment I felt ashamed, suddenly aware of my inappropriate garb and your stern glare. I stammered as I searched for words to answer you.

“I…I brought you dinner as you asked of me.”

“It would seem you have brought me more then dinner,” you quipped. “Well come on, girl,” you got up and pushed me onto the edge of the desk where you had been sitting, “let me see what you have.”

I nearly dropped your meal as you grabbed my legs with your strong hands and pried them apart. Your right hand tore at my breast, pinching my nipple while the fingers from your left hand plunged into my pussy, checking my wetness.

“Have you been a good girl?” your voice was gruff as you pinched and probed.

“Yes my Sir!” It almost came out as a wail. Your manner had startled me, but my longing for you was evident when you pulled your fingers from under my skirt, glistening with my wetness. You greedily licked your fingers. “You know I shouldn’t eat dessert before dinner,” you grinned.

You released my nipple and reached down to slap the bit of my thigh that was hanging off the desk as you pushed your fingers in my mouth for me to clean. “You are a very naughty girl coming up here like that when you know I have work to do.”

“I apologize Sir.”

“Well, now you will have to take care of me before you go back home.”

You pushed me on the floor in front of you and began to loosen your pants. They fell to your knees and exposing your thick shaft. You sat at the edge of your chair and pulled me by my hair to your cock.

“You know what to do.”

Indeed, I did, and I began licking up and down your length. I swirled my tongue around and around your throbbing tip. I was just about to take your head in my hungry mouth when we heard footsteps and a lady calling your name from down the hall.

“Shit, it’s Judy! Under the desk!” You shoved me under the desk and threw your chair under as well so that you were only visible from the waist up. My head was still between your legs and my mouth was inches away from your cock, my labored breath tickling your skin.

My heart raced as Judy entered the room. I felt as though I knew Judy, though I had never met her. You have frequently told me tales of how she flirts with you and wears provocative clothing to garner your attention. I could smell her perfume sweetening the room when she entered. She began to talk with you over some work related problem, her speech filled with tinkles of laughter. I could imagine her smiling at you, undressing you with her eyes. I had to laugh at myself as she had no clue that your very own sex toy was already under the desk, ready to please you. You must have felt me giggle because you began squeezing me with your legs. I jumped ever so slightly and found myself with my lips mashed against your still hard cock. This was almost too much for me. As Judy continued to discuss and flirt with you I became distracted by the taste of your shaft on the very tips of my mouth. Without thinking I parted my lips and began to nurse on your cock. I didn’t have much space so all I could take in was the head, but I did it voraciously. My craving for you finally got the better of me as I sucked and licked, groaning ever so slightly for want of all of you. You seemed to grow harder in my mouth as I worked. I was oblivious to your shifting in your chair and the ordu escort conversation that was continuing as I took your cock in my mouth. I am not sure when Judy stopped talking or when she left, but at some point I heard the door shut. You shoved your chair back with a roar, yanking my head with it. You clamped your hands down on either side of my head and thrust your hard cock down my throat.

“You wanted it, now take it!” Your hands grasped my head so tightly as you pulled it up and down on your cock. Your grip was so strong, I was powerless to resist as you forced yourself in and out. Finally you unloaded in my mouth, shooting your cum down my throat. When you were finished you lifted me to my feet and spun me around. You lifted my skirt and struck my ass with the metal ruler from your desk.

“What you did to me under the desk was very naughty. Now get yourself together and go home. I will deal with your behavior when I get there.”

I attempted to smooth my hair and clothes, but I was shaking too badly. I took one last look at you before leaving but you were already engrossed in your work again, carelessly eating the sandwich I had left behind.

I was in a fog on the drive home. I am not sure how I made it from point A to point B without incidence, but somehow I did. My mind kept drifting back to you and the office and then shifting ahead to the punishment that would surely come to me when you got home. I glanced nervously at my watch when I arrived. 7:42pm. I had no idea when to expect you, but knew there would be hell to pay if I wasn’t ready on your arrival. I quickly took mental inventory of the house, making sure every last detail was as you expected. Satisfied that there was nothing more for me to do, I went about preparing myself for punishment.

I went into the bedroom and removed my skirt and blouse, taking great care to put them away. I removed my shoes from my tired feet. I unsnapped my bra and watched it fall from my shoulders, revealing my large breasts and crimson areola. My nipples were hard and stubbornly protruding. I winced thinking about the clamps that would soon be fastened. My eyes traveled further down my body to my pussy and legs. I ran my fingers over my swollen lips to make sure they were still smooth and free of hair. I dared not explore further, though I was wet and needed to cum. I wanted you so much when I was licking your cock under your desk. As I felt it getting harder in my mouth I had imagined it plunging deep inside me, filling me, the muscles of my cunt tightening around it. But, you fucked my throat instead, adding to my frustrations. Being used like that always made me horny and you knew it. You probably delighted in sending me home in that condition.

I considered the black thigh highs I was still wearing and pulled them up, straightening them so that the seam was correctly placed in the back. I knew full well by the end of the evening they would likely be torn and have to be thrown away. I reached into the top drawer of my dresser and removed a set of leather wrist and ankle cuffs. I fixed these in place so that I would be ready for whatever punishment you planned on your arrival. I looked in my jewelry box and removed a simple black leather collar and chain leash. I leaned my head to one side, allowing my fiery curls to fall around my face. I took the collar and fastened it around my neck. It was slightly snug, and the chain was cold as it fell delicately against my skin and between my legs. I gathered the lead in my hands and made my way to the foyer.

I looked at the clock again. 8:18pm. I took my place on the hard wood floors, kneeling in front of the door, head bowed, leash in hand. I waited. In the stillness I could hear the normal hums of the house: the air conditioner turning on and off, the refrigerator running, the cars passing outside. Each time I heard a car go by I tensed up ever so slightly, waiting for the one that would stop and deliver you to me. I shifted my weight, my knees aching from the unforgiving floors beneath them. I waited. Somehow, lost in my thoughts, I missed the slamming of the car door announcing your arrival. I jumped as your hand turned the knob. My heart seemed to beat out of control as my hand shot up with the leash, to present it to you when you walked through the door.

I saw your black shoes and felt the slam of the door reverberate in the floor below me. I heard you chuckle and knew you must be looking me over, but then to my surprise you walked right by me.

“I’ll be with you in a moment.”

I heard you make your way in the kitchen and rummage through the fridge. I let my hand fall back down in front of me. I mentally followed your footsteps as you walked to the couch and sat down. You turned on the TV and I heard the unmistakable sound of a drink being opened. I had no idea how long I was going to be there waiting. I kept listening for some clue as to when you would be coming but never made out any. My knees were hurting and my head was getting heavy. rize escort I tried to force my eyelids to stay open but they drooped lower and lower. I was drifting . . .

“Get up!”

Your booming voice echoed in the house and you yanked on the leash. I struggled to keep from falling forward and somehow managed to stand, feet spread, hands grasping at the air to maintain my balance but finally resting at my sides.

“Unbelievable,” you growled, “Here I have been working all day and you find it necessary to sleep.”

Your voice was incredulous. “I apologize, my Sir,” was all I could barely muster.

“Well I hope you are refreshed because you are going to need your energy.”

You looked me over and ran your fingers on your free hand into my swollen slit, pinching my already throbbing clit. I took a sharp breath and held it to keep from moaning. You grinned as you withdrew your hand and licked a glistening finger.

“You’re a slut, but a sweet one,” you said, presenting your hand for me to clean. I licked your fingers hungrily, making sure not to miss a drop of my own wetness. I always liked tasting myself on you and I knew ordinarily it pleased you to see me enjoying it. However on this occasion your demeanor was stern and I wasted no time finishing the task.

Now you spoke matter-of-factly. “It is time for your punishment, my dear.”

You walked ahead of me briskly, leash in hand. I had to take a few quick steps to keep up with your pace, but fell in line, the tug on my neck leading me to the playroom. You opened the door and turned the lights on low. I was not surprised by anything I saw in the room, having just cleaned it in the morning, but the dimmed lights set a sinister glow on the objects before me. You led me to the bondage horse. I felt my anticipation rising but I didn’t resist. The horse was your own design and creation, and I knew in a twisted way that you were looking forward making use of it’s many features.

The horse was much like a pummel, but wider so that I could lay face down on it comfortably. It was cushioned and covered with soft leather, and was padded at one end ostensibly for my head. The legs were on a diagonal, with O-rings fastened at even intervals. You positioned me so that I stood at one end, my legs spread so that they were parallel to the table’s. I felt the cuffs on my ankles being attached to O-rings.

You leaned into my ear. “Bend over.”

I obeyed, bending at the waist until my stomach and face came into contact with the padded surface. The horse was adjusted so that I could lay comfortably this way with my ass and pussy exposed and open to you. The truly ingenious feature of your horse was the cutouts for my breasts. As I lay down you fed my large tits through the holes. You took each arm and again fastened the cuffs on my wrists to O-rings. You left me momentarily in this position, but quickly returned with a pair of nipple clamps on an adjustable chain. You fastened the clamps first to one nipple, then the other. You then tightened the chain so that my breasts still hung naturally but without slack in the chain. The taughtness of the chain served to exert pull on my nipples. The pain pulsing on my breasts made me squirm and my clit again began to throb.

You swiftly brought your hand down hard on my ass.

“I suggest you keep still.” You looked me over for a bit, then offered “besides, I don’t think you are going anywhere for awhile.

“My dear, you were quite the little slut today. I think you deserve a punishment that is befitting a slut.”

You walked over to the section of wall where various gags and bits were displayed on hooks like trophies, and took down a gag shaped like a cock that I didn’t remember seeing before. I looked at you in shock, but you just laughed at me.

“Always expect the unexpected, my dear.” You placed the tip of the cock on my lips and I instinctively opened my mouth to accept the gag. “Yes,” you sneered, “I figured you would know what to do with that.”

I worked on relaxing my mouth as you fastened the gag in place behind my head. Then you walked behind me. I heard you rummage through a drawer briefly until you extracted the items you desired. I felt the cold wetness of lube being applied to my asshole, your fingers probing and stretching me. First I felt one of your fingers slip in, then another, working my ass, followed by a third. I lay there, nipples throbbing, pussy dripping, with your fingers in my ass. I moaned and felt the back of my throat tickled by the gag. Suddenly you withdrew your fingers, but I could hear the slippery sounds of more lube being applied. I thought briefly you were going to fuck my ass, but dismissed that thought since anal sex would not be a punishment for me. You then walked around to my face and presented to me a butt plug. It was large, lager then anything I had ever used before, and bulging at the base.

“After your glowing performance last night I decided you were ready for a new toy.” You were grinning as you showed off your newest torture device.

I forgot about the anal sex last night and the soreness in my ass this morning. I gulped hard and choked on the gag. You strode behind me again and placed the tip of the plug at my rosebud.

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“Only in the fairy tale, does a girls dream come true” By: precious

Chapter 31

Chris locked the house up and closed the dungeon door behind him. He stood in front of Trish looking down at her. This was their moment. The one moment they had been waiting for.

Chris placed his hands on her shoulders and started kissing her neck and shoulders. He reached behind her and started unzipping her dress slowly.

He slid one finger under each strap of her dress and let the straps drop down her arm and her dress dropped to the floor.

She was quivering from nervousness and excitement all at the same time. When the dress was off it revealed her black thong, garter and stockings and low cut black see through lace camisole that was laced up with black satin ribbon.

Under the camisole was a strapless bra that buttoned in the front.

As the dress hit the floor he told her “Step out of it precious”

She did as he asked.

He ran his hands down her back and pulled her closer to him. She was running her hands up his back and caressing him.

He slowly brought his hands down and for the first time he was fixing to touch her bare skin bottom. As he did he pulled her even closer and pressed against her and he softly moaned in her ear,

“I have wanted to do this for so long ohhmmm.”

“You are to only wear thongs now my love. The others are to be thrown out.”

She moaned. “Yes Master”

He started kissing her neck, cheek and behind her ear then made it to her lips. As he kissed her he reached in the front and loosened the ribbon to her camisole.

He broke the kiss and started kissing down the front of her neck and to her chest. He kissed right to the lace opening of the camisole.

He started kissing her lips again while he ran his hands under her camisole on her back and inched it up slowly. He broke the kiss long enough to remove her camisole over her head.

She was now standing in her thong, strapless bra and garter with stockings.

He put his arm under her knees and picked her up and carried her to the bed.

While she sat he pulled the curtain back and then the got down in front of her on his knees. He slowly unhooked each garter snap and rolled her stockings down one then the other.

He took her by the hand and stood her up and hooked his fingers on each side of the garter and slid it down.

He had her to sit again and he put her higher in the bed onto the pillows. He stood by the bed and undressed.

When he got to his boxers she kind of closed her eyes not wanting to be embarrassed or to embarrass him. This was their first time seeing each other naked.

He crawled in bed with her and pulled a sheet up around his waist. He pushed her legs open and sat between them on his knees and then he leaned down on her and instructed her,

“Open your eyes”

She smiled. She looked at him. “I love you”

“I love you too, very much” He kissed her and leaned more on his right forearm next to her so as not to put all his weight on her.

He used his left hand to unhook her bra.

She closed her eyes as he lifted and she felt it fall away from her.

“Open your eyes”

She looked at him and brought one finger to her mouth and started to nibble on her nail.

“Your beautiful” he said as he moved her hand. He let his chest lean on hers and he kissed her again.

He shifted back on his forearm and started tracing her chin then down her neck to between her breasts. She quivered under his touch.

He started kissing her between her breasts then down her tummy then sat up on his knees.

He put a finger on each side of her thong. She was so nervous. What if he wasn’t pleased? What if she isn’t what he expected?

She closed her eyes again as he slid them down. She lifted just a little so he could remove them.

He laid down on her and again told her “Open your eyes precious, keep them open”

“I want to see your eyes love” “Understand love?”

So very nervous that her teeth are even nearly chattering, “Yes Sir”

“I am going to make love to you precious, No playing or a scene. I want our first time to be very special”

She nodded.

He kissed her then lifted up and looked down at her. Starting at her shoulders, he ran his hands down the front of her body letting the tips of his fingers caress her.

She moaned as his finger tips ran across her now hardened nipples. He ran his finger tips down her sides and to her hips and then her thighs.

He pushed her legs open wide but let them lay on the bed.

He placed the head of his manhood at her entrance then ran it up and down in small motions getting it wet from her moisture.

He leaned down on her and looked into her eyes as he very slowly slid inside of her.

She fought to keep her eyes open, it felt so good. It was only half way in and they both moaned out.

He leaned down and kissed her and sucked on her bottom lip then looked up at her as he slid the rest of the way in.

He pressed in hard when he felt her begin to tighten around erzincan escort him.

“Oh precious, you are so wonderful”

She whimpered and moaned as he began slowly sliding in and out. Every few strokes he would push in harder so she could feel every inch as she tightened and squeezed him.

He would keep the pace slow and steady doing all he could to please not only him but her.

He wanted this to be like nothing she had ever experienced. Every so often he would pick up the pace for a few strokes and she would have multiple orgasms.

He pivoted his hips and slowly stroked her pulling nearly all the way out then back in again. He had made it last as long as he could.

He was beginning to feel like he couldn’t make it last much longer and started kissing her and slowed his pace.

He broke the kiss “Look at me precious”

He looked into her eyes as he picked up the pace enough to bring them both to the breaking point.

When he felt the wave hit him he didn’t stop the pace. As he filled her with his warmth he whispered to her “I love you.”

She was unable to answer at first due to the multiple orgasms as the warmth inside of her started.

He pressed in and held her to allow her to be fully satisfied. She wrapped her legs around him and held onto his back and nibbled on his shoulder as she squeezed really tight and they both moaned out.

“Ohhh I love you too Master”

He kissed her deeply as she slowly loosened her grip on him. He began sliding out of her very slowly. She groaned as he withdrew from her.

He kissed her neck then whispered in her ear, “Now we play”

She thought on how wonderful this has already been. It was just like she dreamed it to be. He is so good to her and patient to meet her needs as well as his own.

He reached over and grabbed one of the wash cloths on the stand by the bed and wiped himself then laid it between her legs.

She opened her legs more and loved his touching her and the modestly she felt earlier was no longer there.

She loved the feeling of being taken care of and exposed before him as he cleaned her. He laid the cloth down and reached under the pillow for the warming oil. He opened it and started pouring the warm oil all over her.

“ohhhaww”

“Is it hot love?”

“More then warm but it isn’t burning me”

“Good” he rubs the oil all over her. She is slick and glistening all over.

He leaned on top of her and whispered “turn over” she felt the oil heating up especially around her nipples in the sensitive areas.

“Is it supposed to be getting hotter?”

“Yes my love it is”

As she turned over he started pouring more oil on her slicking the back of her body now. He ran his hand down her crack making sure there is oil on every inch of her.

He ran his hands up her thighs purposely avoiding her entrance.

After he had her completely covered he massaged her back and butt up and down with his hands.

The oil began heating up and she just moaned. He pulled her up by her hips and had her on all fours.

He ran his fingers on his left hand between her butt cheeks.

Loving the touch of his hands on her she was trying to back against him.

He smacked her butt “stay still my precious”.

The sting on her skin heated her inside. He smacked her cheek again as she moaned from the first smack.

He brought his hand down a few more times. Each smack made her want him even more.

“Oh Master”

“What is it precious?”

She was silent.

“Tell me what you want precious”

He smacked her again a little harder.

She moved to the side a little as a reaction from the sting and he did it again.

“Tell me what you want precious”

This was an area she needed help in, being able to be more verbal.

He smacked the other cheek.

She moaned and backed closer to him and he smacked her harder.

“Don’t move talk to me precious, tell your Master what you want”

“I want to feel you inside of me again” she said in a low tone.

He poured more oil on her and massaged her as she answered him.

He smacked her twice really hard.

“I can’t hear you love”

“I want to feel you inside of me again Master” she said a little louder.

“That’s better my love.”

He poured some oil in the palm of his hand and rubbed it in all over himself.

She could not see this. He moved her legs apart with his knees. He felt the oil heating up but he knew it would be much hotter for her inside.

He placed the head barely at her entrance. She tried to back against him and he moved.

“NO my love, we are going to do this my way. Understand?”

“Yes Sir” she mumbled.

He smacked her cheeks again, one then the other. He placed it back at her entrance.

“Tell your Master what you want”

“I want you Master” She whined.

Even though she was using a low tone he gave her a tiny bit of the head.

She moaned wanting so badly to just push against him with all she erzurum escort has.

“Tell your Master what you want”

“I want more Master”

He smacked her again “louder my love”

“I want more of you Master”

He gave her a little bit more and she quivered. She thought it was beginning to feel hot and thought maybe just a little oil may have slipped down.

He rubbed and massaged her cheeks and ran his finger with heating oil still on it between her butt cheeks and pressed lightly against her hole with his thumb.

One hand massaging and touching her butt while the other holding himself at her entrance.

“Talk to me precious”

“Ohh Master I can’t stand this please give it all to me”

He couldn’t help but smile at her pleading.

“All you have to do is tell me what you want precious, I’ll give it to you”

“I want to feel all of you Master, deep inside of me”

He gave her half.

“Ohh Master Pleeease”

“Doesn’t it feel good precious”

“Yes Master but I want all of it please give me all of it”

She started to lean towards him only slightly and he withdrew almost completely.

She groaned deeply.

“I told you to be still precious” He kept his tone soft and even through the whole process.

She wanted him so bad she was aching all over.

“I will be still Master please give it back to me” she whimpered and begged.

He pulled out and laid it between her cheeks as he leaned across her back and reached under her and caressed her breasts.

“If you were a good girl and stayed still you would have it now”

“I will be still, I promise”

He started pinching her nipples and pulling on them.

“Ohhh Master, uhh ommm”

She was so hot and wanting him so badly she hadn’t realized just how hot she was getting on the inside from the heating oil.

He leaned up and poured more heating oil on himself and rubbed it in and around and then placed the head completely in her entrance.

She groaned with pleasure.

“Thank You Master”

“Give me more please Master” She begged.

“Is this what you want my precious?”

He rubbed just the head around her entrance.

“Yes Master, please please give it to me”

He gave her a little bit more. She shivered all over. She was careful not to move against him.

“Very good precious” “Tell Master what you want”

“I want you deep inside of me Master”

He gave her a little more and moved it around. It was so hard to stay still. He pulled out a little while waiting on her to beg for more and she thought he was taking it out completely again and she started begging.

“NO Master, please don’t take it please”

There was no mumbling in that plea.

“I’m not taking it precious” and he gave her a little more and slid in and out to the head and back to nearly half.

“Ohh Master please give your precious one all of you”

“I want to please you Master, I want to give you my warmth”

“Please give me all of you so I can please you”

She was talking and asking for what she wanted and pleased him very much. He withdrew almost all of it and then plunged deep inside of her.

She moaned and groaned loudly, “Ohh ugg Ohh God Master, Ohh Thank you”

She was having one orgasm after the other and he just plunged deeper and deeper and pressed hard inside of her at each climax. He held onto her hips and pounded her.

In and out of her he slid. She moaned and thanked him the whole time. He slowed the pace and she tried to catch her breath then he suddenly began stroking again faster and steady.

It wasn’t long he was feeling his time coming close to the end.

She could hear in his breathing and moans he was close and she was letting hers build up. He slowed the pace and after just a few strokes he was moaning loud with his and her orgasms flooding together.

She was squeezing him and milking every drop.

He pressed deeply inside of her and grabbed her hair and whispered, “Is that what you wanted precious?”

“Was it as good as the fantasy you had”

“It was exactly what I wanted and even better then the fantasy Master”

He kissed and nibbled on her shoulder.

As their breathing calmed and the heat began to wear off in their passion, he started to withdraw then she realized the heating oil on the inside.

She lay on the bed on her side and placed her hand between her legs squeezing.

“Ohh Master it burns, it burns”

Smiling knowing exactly what was burning he said, “What’s burning precious?”

“Inside, Inside of me it is burning!”

“Well lay on your back and I will get a wet wash cloth”

She kept her hands down there but wasn’t paying attention to where he was or what he was doing.

He went to the freezer and pulled out a home made freeze pop.

“Open your legs love and let me cool it off”

She laid on her back and opened her legs wide letting her knees bend and fall to the side. He reached down and quickly shoved the Popsicle bursa escort inside of her.

She nearly came off the bed.

“Master!”

“Don’t move”

“but it’s cold Master”

“Make your mind up precious, first it is too hot now it is too cold”

“Is it burning anymore?”

“No Master”

“Good, I don’t want my love to be in pain”

He was sliding the Popsicle in and out slowly and it was melting and running down her crack. She moaned. It actually felt good, cold but good.

“Feel good precious?”

“Yes Master, does it please you?” she was putting on the charm.

“Yes it pleases me very much” He used the Popsicle to wash her and pulled it out and ran it between her lips he even let it hit her clit several times which made her shiver.

“Oh so you like that love”

“Yes Master”

He opened her up with his fingers. She always thought about being open and before him.

He put the very little bit of Popsicle that was left in the silver bowl. He grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed.

“Lift up precious”

She lifted and he put the pillow under her. He got up, grabbed a towel out of her drawer and wrapped it around himself. He quickly washed his hands.

He walked to the side of the bed and cuffed her hands above her head.

She thought this was better then the last time she was cuffed here.

He put the ankle cuffs on and unhooked the chains at the end of the bed and pulled her legs open as he hooked the ankle chains to the wrist rings.

He got back between her legs and explored her with his fingers.

“Look up precious”

When she looked up she could see him touching her and opening her and partially inserting his fingers.

She whimpered at his every touch.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and moaned at the taste of her

“Very good my love”

As exposed as she wanted to be she was a bit bashful at his tasting her, until he leaned in and starting doing it with his tongue. He opened her with his fingers and flicked her clit with his tongue.

He pressed his tongue against her clit and circled it and nibbled it. The cuffs kept her in place but she pulled at them as she tightened up and squeezed. It felt too good to watch him tasting her and devouring her.

He sucked and nibbled and licked her. He sucked on her lips and plunged his tongue inside of her. He opened her right at the top by her clit. She felt like she was about to be split but she loved it.

“Open me Master, take all of me”

She moaned and lifted her bottom trying to press against his face as he circled her clit.

He kept a steady pace until he felt her warmth fill his mouth.

She shook and trembled.

He got up on his knees wiped the remaining oil off and removed his towel. She was groaning at the feel of what he had just done to her.

When she felt him get up between her legs she looked up and watched as he entered her.

This was the first time she had actually seen him. He held onto her thighs and pushed and pulled himself in and out of her.

He saw her looking at them in the mirror.

“Feel good precious?”

“Yes Master”

“Do you like watching me going inside of you?”

She whimpered, “Yes Sir”

He slowed the pace and allowed her to watch every inch go in and out of her.

She tightened around him.

“Cum again for me baby” he stroked her several fast times and as he requested she cum again and again.

Lifting her bottom she was squeezing him.

“Good girl, now I want you to hold it. Don’t cum until I tell you precious”

“Yes Sir”

The sound of his voice and the excitement of it all as he started stroking her she couldn’t hold it. He smacked her right thigh.

“Try again precious”

He started stroking her and she held it but felt like her stomach was going to burst.

He stroked really slow. She closed her eyes trying to concentrate on pleasing him and not letting go before he asked for it.

“Open your eyes precious”

He plunged deep inside of her.

She shook and started to tighten and held it.

“Very good precious”

He started stroking her again and again and again.

“Now precious”

She exploded all over him.

“That’s my girl”

He stroked her a few more times then withdrew. He stroked himself and rubbed it up and down on her and pressed against her clit.

She thought about what he may be fixing to do. This was another one of her fantasies. She was very excited. She watched him in the mirror. He rubbed her and pressed it in circles as he stroked himself. He used his free hand to open her lips at her clit.

He was already close when he drew out of her and when he stroked it and touched her clit his warmth spilled out all over her. The touch of his warmth on her clit caused a series of multiple orgasms. He let her milk every drop by plunging it inside of her.

“Ohh Master, Ohh Master” She jerked and pulled on the cuffs.

He slowly pulled out and took a cloth off the table and cleaned them both. He lifted the pillow out from under her and laid his towel on the bed under where the pillow was.

He took the leg cuffs off and slowly lowered her legs one at a time. Then he un- fastened her wrist cuffs and lowered her arms.

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As she lay there, the cool air on her exposed arse, Marie felt Candii coming to the fore: she knew only one thing for certain — that nothing would ever be the same again. Now that Fiona knew her secret, well, well. And it was there her mind went into dark and secret places. What would she confess to Fiona? What would Fiona make her do? Her thoughts were rudely interrupted.

She felt a finger push her scanty knickers into her dripping cunt from behind.

“You really are a slut, aren’t you, Candii?”

“Yes, yes Miss,” she stammered, her tongue stumbling over the word “Miss.”

Suddenly her knickers were ripped off — she heard the tearing sound.

“Knees, now, slut!”

Candii slid from the desk and got on her knees.

Fiona was sitting in her chair in the big office.

Candii crawled to her. No one had told her to, but it seemed natural.

“Good girl, Candii, you are learning your place.”

“Yes Miss.” She replied humbly.

“There will be changes round here, kayseri escort but first, I need to cum.”

Candii pushed her face between Fiona’s thighs and began to service her.

She knew what she liked, she had read about this, and now put what she had read into practice.

She was almost overwhelmed.

None of what she had read talked about the smell. God, the smell of ripe cunt was so strong, She could taste something else, probably, she reflected with a shudder of pleasure and shame, pee.

Candii’s tongue swirled around Fiona’s clit, massaging it, flicking it up, then side to side, before dipping into her gooey slit. Fiona grabbed her hair and pushed it into her leaking cunt, using her boss as her sex aid. She had long suspected that the bitch had this side to her, and she was going to look forward to exploiting it. But for now, oh for now, that tongue, and the thrill of using her boss like this.

Candii was now to the fore. Marie was there enough to register her kıbrıs escort disgust and shame, and even her fear of what would happen next, but Candii’s job was to obey. Bimbos did not think, they obeyed. She was not longer the CEO, she was a pair of big tits, thick lips and open sex holes. Marie felt the intense shame, and Candii’s cunt was so wet that she felt a trickle down her thighs.

Lost in a haze of lust and shame, the ex-CEO serviced her former employee. Both women felt the terms of their relationship shift irrevocably, and as Fiona screamed her orgasm, grinding her cunt into Candii’s face, the question of who ruled whom was decided between them.

As she came down from her orgasm, Fiona looked at her former boss and liked what she saw.

Candii was still between her thighs, wet-faced, smeared with her goo, shamed but obedient.

“You have been very good Candii. Take that silly top off, in face, strip to your knickers.”

As in a daze, Candii complied. She knelt before konya escort her new mistress.

Fiona took two ribbons and tied Candii’s hair into bunches. She then took a pink diamanté collar and fastened it round her neck.

“Sit and beg like the bitch you are now!”

Candii knelt, begging for attention, her big tits on show. Oh God, she thought, this is what I wanted, god help me.

“There are going to be changes round here Candii. I have some nice clothes for you, much more suitable for your new station in life. You will wear skirts and dresses which show generous expanses of thigh, and you will wear low cut tops which show off those udders. We shall have to think how the staff are told of these changes, but I think they should be fine. I’m younger, fitter and cleverer than you. But I think a bimbo in the office will cheer them all up.”

Inside, Marie was shrivelling up, but Candii was growing stronger, if that was the word for such weakness.

“But now, bimbo, we are going back to my house for some training. So put this on.”

Fiona handed Candii a pink latex dress. She squeezed her self into it and then slipped her high heels on.

As they left the office, Candii tottered a few paces behind her new Mistress. A new era had begun.

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In the last hour, the four friends had all felt the stares coming from the table of cute guys at the other end of the bar. In fact, one of the girls, Allison, had wondered out loud how long it would be before one of them came over and tried to hit on them.

“What do you care,” responded her friend Karen. “You’re married. Unless of course you’re not feeling married this weekend.”

All of the girls laughed at the inside joke. A few years ago, one of the women, Trish, had had an affair that she later admitted to the girls. When they asked how she went through with it, Trish had responded that she was horny and “just hadn’t felt married that weekend.”

They were friends since high school and all married, with the exception of Karen. They were currently enjoying a weekend at a desert resort to blow off some steam and get some sun.

“Out of curiosity, though, which one were you hoping would come over here,” Karen needled.

“If you’re asking which one I think is the cutest, it’s the black guy,” Allison said. “And don’t get any weird ideas, Karen. I am definitely feeling married this weekend. However, that doesn’t mean I can’t enjoy myself a little.”

“Really? You really get turned on by black guys,” Trish asked. “I just haven’t ever been attracted to one.”

“Look at him,” Allison said. “He’s in great shape, tall and well dressed. Then look at how comfortable he is with himself. He just screams confidence and character.”

All of the girls looked over at the table at once. The black man felt four sets of eyes on him and turned to see who was looking at him. Rather than being ashamed, the girls kept staring.

“He is cute,” Melinda, the last of the four said while they all continued to stare. “I would definitely not kick him out of my bed.”

“What would Chris say,” Karen said in mock horror. Chris was Melinda’s husband and a prosecutor in the district attorney’s office. Several times when he had been drinking, he had made very unkind remarks about minorities, especially black men.

“I’m his wife, not his slave, and I definitely don’t agree with or condone everything Chris thinks,” Melinda said. That’s his issue and I think he gets like that because of the type of people he is around. Because that black man is definitely not dangerous.”

After a pause Melinda added, “Unless I’m sitting on his lap.”

“Melinda,” Trish squealed in shock. “I can’t believe you just said that.”

The black man stared at them, trying to figure out what the girls were talking and laughing about. After a while, he raised his glass to them, smiled, and turned around to continue talking with his friends, all of whom were white. As he did, the girls lost interest in the conversation and found other topics to amuse themselves. All of them, however, peeked over every once in a while to steal glimpses of the black man.

Twenty minutes later, the girls watched as the well-built black man began walking towards their table. The conversation stopped and all of them just stared at each other, wondering what to do.

“Excuse me,” the black man said. For a moment, none of the looked up. Then, taking their lead from Allison, all of them turned towards him at once.

“Good evening,” he said when he had their attention. “You can think of me as an ambassador. My friends and I have run out of things to talk to each other about and wondered if we might combine our two parties to stimulate some conversation.”

“Sure, come on over,” Karen said. “That is as long as you guys are buying the drinks.”

“Of course,” he said.

“Chivalry, it appears is not dead,” Karen said, “and has appeared in the form of…what did you say your name was?”

“Ben. My name is Ben,” the man said. “By chance, do any of you girls like to dance?”

“Of course,” Allison said. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I’d like to ask you to dance,” Ben said, staring directly into Allison’s eyes. There was no mistaking the instant heat that seemed to develop between them.

“But no one else is dancing,” Allison said, pointing to the empty dance floor.

“Even better,” Ben said. “I never liked beyliikdüzü escort crowds. Shall we,” he asked holding out her hand.

For a second, they were all back in high school and there were several oohs and ahs as Allison stood up and took Ben’s hand. “Are you a good dancer,” Allison asked.

“Excellent,” Ben said.

—

True to his word, Ben was a very good dancer and a complete gentleman. They had danced several dances, including slow ones and he had never used the opportunity to try to grope her. However, Allison admitted to herself that even his nonsexual touching was having an effect on her. He had very little body hair and Allison found herself rubbing her fingers along his forearms, captivated by the feel of the smooth skin pulled over tight muscles and the rich brown black color.

Even more arousing were his eyes and his voice. The dark skin surrounding his eyes focused her attention and the intelligence and confidence within entranced her. In all honesty, she had never been with a more charismatic man in her life, including her husband, Randi. While she loved Randi, her love had taken years to blossom as she discovered him slowly.

Ben, on the other hand, was a presence that revealed everything about him in an overpowering assault from the moment he arrived in a room. His every word and expression only reinforced this impression.

“Our friends seem to be getting along well,” Ben said, interrupting Allison’s daydreaming.

Allison peered over to the table where her girlfriends were chatting with Ben’s four male friends. Then she looked around, becoming self-conscious again that they were the only one’s dancing. “Doesn’t it bother you that people are staring at us,” she asked.

“No,” he said. “The ones staring are wishing they were dancing, as well. Besides, I don’t mind people watching me. Or was I supposed to be embarrassed when you and your friends were staring at me?”

Allison blushed. “Are you always this direct,” she asked.

“Of course,” he said. “It saves a lot of time and frustration. I was attracted to you. You were attracted to me. I asked you to dance.”

“I’m married,” she blurted out.

“And I asked you to dance,” Ben said. “There is nothing wrong in that. Anything beyond that will, like this dance, be based on mutual agreement without any embarrassment on my part.”

Allison’s already reddened face darkened three shades as she realized that his last statement had been an open invitation to have sex with him, although couched in a way that allowed her to ignore it if she chose.

“I think we better head back to the table,” Allison said finally.

“Of course,” Ben said, using his arm on her back to maneuver her back to the table. She did not find his direction or the feel of his hand on the small of her back to be unpleasant and was, in fact, a little disappointed that it didn’t take a little longer to return to the table. —

Two hours since they had danced. Since then, Ben had continued to be a perfect gentleman. She had waited for him to make an advance on her but he hadn’t. In fact, he had spent the time engaging not only her but her friends in conversation. She found it amazing that he could proposition her and then just leave the proposition hanging.

Of course, she should say no and would have if he had asked. However, she kept thinking about it while she waited for him to ask. He was almost intoxicating to be around and she was more attracted to him than any person she had ever met. And, she knew, she could be with him without Randi ever finding out. Her friends would give her some grief, of course, but she knew they would also secretly a part of them would be cheering her on.

In fact, the only thing stopping her was her. And, as the minutes passed, she was losing ground to her attraction, she realized.

“Ben,” Allison said, interrupting his conversation with Trish.

“Yes,” he said.

“Remember what you said earlier about things going beyond that,” she asked, begging him to make this easy.

“Yes,” he said.

Damn, she thought. “Well, I bodrum escort might be interested in that,” she said.

He looked at her for a long moment. Then, he lowered his head and spoke quietly into her ear, “I have a room about a block from here and I would truly enjoy taking you there and making love to you. However, the choice is yours and I am not going to be with someone who tries to back their way into my bed.”

He pulled back his head and stared at her.

“Karen,” Allison said, grabbing her friend’s attention but still looking directly at Ben.

“Yes,” Karen said.

“Ben and I are going on a walk,” Allison said, not breaking contact with Ben’s eyes. “I am sure he can drop me back at the house, okay?”

“Okay,” Karen said, not daring to make a crude remark, once she saw the exchange going on between Allison and Ben. Besides, Karen was too busy fantasizing that it was her that Ben would be with, rather than Allison.

—

They walked in silence to the hotel room, never speaking and only infrequently making eye contact. Allison still had difficulty believing what she was about to do. Still, her only doubt came when they passed the concierge desk and she saw the expression on one of the bellhops. His expression said that he knew exactly what was going on and Allison felt incredibly embarrassed and guilty for a moment. The moment passed long before they reached the door.

Ben opened the door and she walked in ahead of her. He moved in behind her and wrapped his hand around her midsection, stopping her from moving farther into the room. His other hand moved the hair away from the back of her neck and then his lips were kissing the back of her neck.

She trembled from the touch and grabbed the hand holding her. She sighed quietly and began rubbing her body against his. Then, she pushed his hand down between her legs, rubbing herself with his hand until he found the rhythm. As soon as he began playing with her unassisted, she moved her hand between them to feel him.

She shuddered when she felt how large he was and how hard he already was. Using only the palm of her hand, she rubbed hard against the length of his penis, reveling in these first moments of intimacy that can never be repeated.

“I want you in my mouth,” she said as she turned her head to kiss him. His tongue invaded her mouth as she experienced his unique taste. Firsts were always exciting; the first kiss, the first touch. The newness of them, the mystery was almost intoxicating.

She slid down his body, turning as she did until she was on her knees in front of her. She fumbled with his belt and pulled his pants down around his ankles. As she pulled his briefs down, his penis sprung out, brushing against her hand. She wrapped her hand around it and began licking the tip, surprised its girth. Randi’s penis was long and thin and she could put it in her mouth without having to open her mouth much. Conversely, she found herself licking around the tip of Ben’s shaft wondering if she even could get his penis in her mouth comfortably.

Her hands moved to his balls and she began playing with them, using her nails to playfully scratch along them and make them swing slightly as she did. The suppressed groans above her told her that she was having the desired effect and aroused her to attempt inserting his penis in her mouth. She tried to pull her jaw open but her teeth still touched him as he entered her mouth.

She realized that she couldn’t comfortably move her head back and forth, although she could take him in. Unfortunately, she had never been able to deep throat a man and she wasn’t sure she could stimulate him. She withdrew quickly, realizing what she wanted.

“Fuck my mouth,” she said, and then put his cock back into her mouth.

Ben’s hand moved behind her head and slowly began pulling her head towards her, pushing his cock into her mouth. Slowly, he began to pick up the tempo with Allison fearful that he would choke her if he pushed too far. Still, her entire concentration was focused on the act and she lost herself in his increasingly urgent thrusts bolu escort into her. His hands turned into fists, pulling on her hair in a way that excited her. And then, she felt his balls tightening, knowing he was moments from coming.

He began to withdraw but she placed her hands on his buttocks and pulled him farther into her mouth. In a few moments, he began coming in her mouth. He tasted different and she enjoyed the moment as he continued coming. Then, his hand relaxed and he held her head tenderly in his hands.

She wondered what to do now. Thankfully, Ben interceded, pulling her up to her feet. As he did, he grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, revealing her body clad only in panties and a bra. The power and grace of this excited her tremendously.

He grabbed her in his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down on the corner. Then, she felt as he moved down her body, his stubbly cheek sliding against her skin until he had repositioned himself between her legs. Slowly, she felt his finger began tracing the outline of her lips through her panties. She realized as he did how wet she was. Eventually, he used his free hand to pull them out to the way and lowered his tongue to her. Rather than using the tip, he began to use the flat edge to move up and down above her clit. It was neither delicate nor rough and it drove her wild. She could feel the wetness of his breath on her and the increasing tempo of his tongue as he began slowly increasing stimulation.

After a few moments, he had exposed her clit and was swirling around it, sucking it and alternating speeds driving her closer to orgasm. She lost herself and lost track of time as she fought to hold back her orgasm and hold on to this glorious feeling. Finally, she could take it no more and came, grabbing his head and pulling him into her while pinning his head when she pulled her legs together.

Exhausted and satisfied, she withdrew within herself to simply enjoy the moment of total happiness. It was then the she realized that Ben was moving positions. She quickly realized that he was going to attempt intercourse and she moved to stop him.

Normally, she came once and wasn’t able to become aroused again. However, she found herself stirring as Ben loomed above her, running his hand along her stomach and chest. His hand then slipped under her bra and began playing with her breasts, his fingers playing with her nipple. She let out a small sigh as he did.

He lowered his head and they began kissing as he continued playing with her breast. Slowly, he lowered his body until his penis began touching between her legs. The feel of it, the heat, excited her and she found herself quickly becoming aroused. She moved her hands to it and began stroking it. In a few moments, she began pulling his penis into her and soon the tip had entered her.

She knew that it would hurt since she was not used to the width but she didn’t care. She reached around and pulled him into her, almost rejoicing in the painful entrance. She screamed with the sound mixing the agony and ecstasy of the moment as Ben began to pound into her. She continued screaming, intermixing her cries with remonstrations to Ben to keep going or to give it to her harder.

She raked her fingernails into his back and buttocks, exploding inside with orgasms. Still, he continued his pace, driving her to exhaustion. Finally, she sensed him preparing to come and pulled his head down to kiss him, thrusting her tongue into her mouth as he came inside her.

—

Neither of them moved for a while. Ben was lying on top of her and both were too exhausted to move. For the first five minutes, Allison had existed beyond reality, enjoying only the memory of the pleasurable moments she had just had. Then, she began to think logically again and decided that she needed to leave.

“Are you ready to go,” she heard Ben say, startled by the sudden break in the silence.

“What do you mean,” she said. “Do you want me to go?”

“No,” Ben said, “but you want to. It’s okay. I understand and I agree with you that it’s a good thing if you get back to your friends now.”

“You’re amazing,” Allison said. “But I love my husband.”

“And I am not in the market for a wife,” Ben said. “However, I think both of us found what we wanted.”

Ben stood up and Allison began to blush as both of them started to dress.

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Angel sat on a chair in a crowd of women. She had come to this club to take in a couple of shows and she was really enjoying this one! This show was a group of hot looking guys that stripped for a living, which is nothing unusual in Miami, but these guys showed the “Full Monty”, or in other words, they got completely naked. Angel’s cock had gotten way too big to keep in her panties after only the first guy did his show, so she had reached up under the black mini skirt and set it free.

Several of the guys would get really close to the women and wiggle their butts in their faces. One guy had even sat on a hot looking brunette’s lap. Things were a little more out of control than other shows she’d been to. When the last guy came out Angel’s breath caught in her throat. He was beautiful! His body was sculpted but not overly muscular. He had jet black wavy hair and icy blue eyes. Her cock, which had gone a little soft watching the last guy, went rock hard. He came out and stood almost in front of Angel, and as the music began he looked up, directly into Angel’s eyes. He started his routine and right away it was apparent that he was a dancer and not one of those guys that did strength tricks during his show. He started to flirt with Angel as he danced closer and closer to her. An evil thought slipped into Angel’s mind and she reached into her hand bag and got some lube on her hand. She always carried some with her just incase an opportunity should arise. She quickly and unobtrusively reached under her dress and applied it to her now turgid cock. As the song progressed so did his beautiful nakedness, and soon his g string found its way onto Angel’s lap. She picked it up and sniffed the string where it had been between his butt cheeks. The women in the place applauded as Angel smelled his musky odor on the string. With a big grin on his face he danced over to Angel and wiggled his ass in her face as he did a little portion of his show just for her. Then he danced out of reach and finished his show to the screams of the women in the room.

As soon as the music for his routine stopped another song started, and all the previous strippers came out from back stage. They were all naked as they danced around the room rubbing and teasing the women, whipping them into a frenzy. Some of the women got up from their chairs to dance with the strippers while others were content just to wait for one to come to them.

The guy that had just danced the last session came back to Angel and began to dance only for her. Angel reached down in her bra and pulled out a fifty dollar bill. She placed it in her cleavage and then patted her thighs as she looked him in the eyes. He quickly danced closer, straddled her legs, and began rubbing his partially hard cock on her sweater covered breasts.

Angel ran her hands up his muscular thighs, then around onto his rock hard ass as he slowly began to lower himself so he could retrieve the fifty with his teeth. As he squatted down Angel spread her legs, her short skirt rode up her thighs exposing her big hard cock, but he was too close to her body to see what was coming. As he continued to lower himself, Angel slipped her right hand off of his ass and when he got close enough she reached down, placed two fingers under the head of her cock and directed it to his unsuspecting asshole. Before he realized what was going on Angel thrust her hips up as she pushed him down, impaling him on her hard cock and causeing him to let out a yelp of surprise. He was a nice snug fit, but she was pretty sure he wasn’t a virgin. He looked at her in disbelief for a second, then with a smile he proceeded to push himself the rest of the way down on to her big cock. As he did so he tilted his head back and closed his eyes, moaning in pleasure.

He leaned forward and said in her ear, “This is a pleasant surprise.” His voice was sultry and low with a Latin accent.

“I’m glad you think so.” Angel replied into his ear. Angel’s legs were spread wide as he began to gyrate his hips, working his snug asshole up and down her long cock. She kept her hands on his hips but didn’t try to direct him. His moves felt wonderful and he looked so sexy as he ground himself on her love pole that she didn’t want to interfere.

He leaned in so he could talk in her ear again and said, “Nice and big. Just the way I like my women!” As he squeezed the base of her cock with his very willing bung hole he added, “Though I think you are stretching me out a little bit too far for my boyfriend’s comfort.”

“Too bad for him.” Angel replied smugly.

He worked her cock just like a brass pole, sliding up and down as he wiggled his hips. She moved one of her hands to his stomach so she could feel his six-pack abs as they moved and rippled under his skin. He looked into her eyes, then leaned down and licked her cleavage as he pushed his asshole all the way back down to the base of her cock. Once there he squeezed and relaxed his sphincter, milking her cock. This mardin escort wasn’t Angel’s first time in some hot guy’s ass, but there was something about doing this in a crowd of people that was just sending her over the top. The whole thing was more than she could take and with a groan of pleasure Angel exploded deep inside him, her come squirting hard enough for him to feel it. He continued to squeeze her cock with his ass until she was completely spent, then with a sly smile he took the fifty in his teeth and slowly stood up, allowing her cock to slip from him. He turned and danced his way backstage, stopping at the curtain to throw Angel a kiss and a wink.

Angel was in such a wonderful post sex daze she almost forgot to pull her skirt back down. She took a few moments to collect herself, then slowly got up and made her way to the door, oblivious to the rest of the room.

As she was moving to toward the door she was tapped on the shoulder by a very petite woman with long blonde hair. She was wearing a red silk dress that Angel was sure must have cost a pretty penny, but it fit her fabulously. It showed her every curve to its’ best advantage, and she had plenty of them. She had a cute face, with high cheek bones a small, slightly turned up nose and striking ice blue eyes. The woman said something to her, but Angel couldn’t quite hear her, so she leaned down and motioned for her to repeat it in her ear. The woman said,

“I saw what you did to that stripper! I think it was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen, and I had three orgasms while I watched him ride you.”

Angel replied in her ear, “I’m glad you enjoyed the show.” Then stood back up and continued through the door out into the lobby. The blonde followed her through the door, across the lobby and out onto the entrance steps. Angel gave the valet her ticket so he could bring her car around. The petite blonde woman stepped up beside her and tapped Angel on the shoulder to get her attention again. When Angel looked at her she said,

“I don’t really know how to ask you this except to be very direct,” Before she could continue Angel said,

“I’m sorry but I don’t do women.” The petite blonde blushed a deep red and looked at her shoes for a second before she could continue.

“Not me, my husband. I would like for you to come to my home tonight and push that big wonderful cock deep into my husband’s virgin ass. Then fuck the living hell out of him!” she finished in a rush. Angel glanced down at the blonde’s boobs and her nipples were showing through her dress. She obviously found the proposition quite arousing. “I would of course be willing to compensate you for your time and efforts. Would $2500 be enough?”

Angel’s mouth almost dropped open, but she held her composure and said, “Perhaps. What does your husband look like?”

The petite blonde reached into her purse and pulled out a picture of a strikingly handsome blonde haired man. He was wearing a white T shirt and cut off jean shorts. Very short cut off jean shorts. He appeared to be fit and trim with some nice legs. Angel thought to herself, ‘Heck, I’d fuck him for free!’

The blonde continued, “As a matter of fact, if you dominate him totally, I’ll double your fee.” She got a far away look in her eyes and it was obvious that she was imagining what that would look like. She started breathing hard and her face became flushed. She closed her eyes and put a hand on Angel’s arm to steady herself as a little moan escaped her and her body shuddered.

After a second she got a grip on herself, and looking up into Angel’s eyes with a sheepish smile on her face she said, “I would find that very satisfying indeed!”

The valet had arrived with Angel’s BMW 645ci and was waiting with the door open. With one last glance at the picture in her hand Angel said, “If he’s a big guy I might not be able to dominate him unless he wants to play along.”

“He’s only 5′ 3″, an inch shorter than me.” The blonde said with a smile. “In these shoes I tower over him by four inches and besides, he likes tall women so he’ll be quite into you. He is very touchy about his height though and acts very dominant. He’s always putting me down and ordering me around. I want you to put him in his place and break him so I can get the sex I want from him. Can you do it?”

“I’m sure that I can.” Angel replied easily, “I’ve used my special attributes to teach many men to appreciate being used for a woman’s pleasure. What’s your address?”

“6469 Lake View Court” The blonde said quickly, then asked. “Do you know where that is?” Angel sure did. There were a lot of very expensive homes out that way. She wasn’t sure she knew what she was getting into, but being in a rather adventurous mood she nodded yes as she said,

“I have a friend that lives near there.”

“Great!” the blonde replied. She rummaged in her purse then handed Angel a garage door opener. “Here, use this to get into the garage. Go through marmaris escort the door into the kitchen, you can drop your things there, then go out of the kitchen and across the great room, our master suite is off of the great room. Tell him that I sent you to be his early birthday present. His birthday is next Tuesday so he’ll believe that.” After the blonde finished her instructions she smiled up at Angel.

Angel thought she looked almost giddy with the anticipation of what was to come. The blondes face was flushed with excitement and her breasts were heaving. Angel asked, “So what’s your husband’s name?”

“Oh! I guess you would need to know that!” She exclaimed. “His name is Terry. And mine is Jill.” She added, extending her hand.

Angel took her hand and said, “I’m Angel. I guess I’ll be meeting you at the house?”

“I want things to get started with you two before I get there, so I am going to wait 15 minutes after you leave, then I’ll be along.” She replied.

Angel said, “Only 15 minutes? I take it your husband is not much on foreplay.”

“No.” Said Jill, “He is pretty much a quickie kind of guy. He tells me he wants to have sex, get some head, or whatever, then he grabs me and just starts at it with no concern for me at all. I think that the fact that I’m taller than Terry threatens him and he thinks he has to be in constant control of me.”

“I can see why you want me to spend an evening with him.” Angel said slowly. “At any rate, I’ll take your case, and by the time the sun comes up in the morning your husband Terry will have a new attitude. Not only toward you, but all women.”

Later at the house….

Angel set her purse down on the black marble countertop in the kitchen. The house was huge, but it looked like any other house, in any other subdivision. The kitchen was full of stainless steel appliances that looked like they had never been used.

On the way over Angel had devised a general plan on how to get things started. She was planning on letting him take control at first, then asserting herself after he felt that he had everything under control. Angel stood in the kitchen for a second and took a deep breath. She was a little nervous. After all she was a beautiful woman and she didn’t have to take guys against their will. They usually wanted her so bad that they would do anything to be with her. Even if it meant taking her big cock up their ass!

She’d been forceful in the past, back before she’d had so many men trying to get in her panties. Now she just needed to get back to that mind set. Heck, it had even been quite a rush to struggle with some guy and finally win him over with the help of her big cock. As Angel thought about some of the men she’d ‘taken’ over the years the old familiar tingling began in her balls and she could feel the excitement growing in her belly. A big smile grew on Angel’s face as she easily slipped into the mindset of what she was about to do.

Angel took some of the gel out of her purse and applied it to the semi hard cock in her panties. That would make it easier to enter him when the time came. She tugged her black nylon thigh highs up a little, straightened her short black mini skirt, and pulled the pink, low cut cashmere sweater down a little more. Her cleavage looked great and so did her impossibly long, hose clad legs. She thought to herself, ‘If this guy is only 5’3″, and I’m 5’11’ plus 4″ for the shoes, that makes me 6’3″. I’ll be a whole foot taller than him! His face is going to be right in my boobs! Of course that would make any man deliriously happy!’ With an evil smile she set off across the great room to the door with the light shining under it.

When she got to the door she didn’t hesitate at all, just grabbed the handle and with a quick twist opened it and stepped into the room. She turned to the bed that was on her left and there was Terry reading a book under the covers. He looked up startled as Angel struck a pose, placing her left hand on her hip and turning her left leg across her right to show off her long legs. Terry’s mouth fell open and he could barely get out the question,

“Who are you?”

Angel replied in as sultry of a voice as she could muster, “My name is Angel. Your wife Jill sent me over as an early birthday present. She said you like tall girls because we’re more fun, and honey, there’s a lot of fun for you here.” Angel waived her hand down her body as she spoke, but when she said ‘here’ she indicated her crotch.

Terry didn’t notice the subtle warning. He was too busy jumping up out of the bed as he said, “Hell yea! The bigger they are, the easier they fall…onto their backs!” He was standing in front of Angel completely naked and just as she had predicted, his face was right in line with her boobs. He grabbed her in a hug and buried his face in her cleavage, licking and sucking on any exposed flesh his mouth could reach. It was all Angel could do to restrain herself. She had nevşehir escort been with this guy for less than a minute and she was already dieing to put him in his place.

Angel put her arms around his head and pulled his face tightly against her breasts, holding him there until he started to struggle. After a few seconds of him struggling she released him. As he was trying to catch his breath she said coyly, “I’m sorry, I guess I got carried away. I didn’t mean to smother you.”

Terry glared up at her and said, “I could have gotten away at any time, I just wanted to let you feel like you were stronger than me.” The look in his eyes said otherwise. “I want to do something different anyhow. Get down on your knees and suck on my cock!” he ordered. After having his face pressed against her boobs his cock was rock hard, the reason Angel hadn’t felt it pressing against her was because it had been sticking between her legs. He was too short to reach her crotch. Angel appraised his small cock. It was maybe 5″ long and kind of thin. It was certainly no match for what Angel had waiting for him in her tight panties.

Angel didn’t mind occasionally sucking on a guy she was about to have sex with. Heck, it was always better if the guy was really turned on before she stuck her hard cock into him, but this time was going to be rather difficult because she didn’t like Terry very much. She slowly dropped down onto her knees and then had to actually sit down on the floor to get low enough to take his small cock in her mouth. He might be really good looking, but his attitude was killing everything. She really didn’t want to go through with this right now and the only thing that kept her going was thinking of how tight he was going to be on her thick cock.

Angel easily swallowed his entire cock into her mouth, then started sucking and working her tongue along it. Terry gasped and moaned as Angel worked him over with her mouth. She rubbed her hands up along his legs, then over onto his muscular butt. ‘Ok.’ She thought to herself. ‘He does have a great ass and legs.’ As she gripped his ass cheeks she could feel her cock growing in anticipation of the penetration that was soon to come. He was putty in her mouth as she slipped the middle finger on her right hand between his butt cheeks and into his tight virgin ass. At first he struggled for a second, but when she started to caress his prostrate he gave in and moaned in ecstasy. Even though she hadn’t wanted to suck him things weren’t going too badly. That is until he started to talk.

“OOO baby, you’re hungry for my big cock, aren’t you! You just can’t get enough of it as I fill your hot mouth. Come on baby, try to take it all in your mouth!” His eyes were closed and his head tilted back as Angel shot him a scathing look up across his belly. ‘What and idiot!’ she thought.

Angel slipped her pointer finger into his ass along side her middle one. He gasped again and without any warning exploded into her mouth. Angel easily held the small amount of cum he ejaculated in her mouth. Terry collapsed back onto the bed, totally spent. As he lay there breathing hard he said, “That was great honey! You can go home now; I want to save something for my little slut of a wife, Jill.”

Angel reached down between her legs and released her stiffening cock. It was pressing against the front of her tight black mini skirt as she stood up to look down on Terry. The way the light was in the room he couldn’t see the outline of her cock against the mini skirt. Not yet, anyway. He was quite smug as he looked up at Angel. Without breaking eye contact, she turned her head to one side, and spit his cum on the floor.

He was amazed as he looked at the floor and then back up into her eyes. In a strained voice he said, “That was totally uncalled for. Now get down there and clean it up!”

Angel smiled a wicked little smile as she towered over him. She sneered, “Not until you return the favor.”, and with a quick tug pulled up her skirt, exposing her big dick. The look of shock on Terry’s face made Angel laugh out loud. “I guess you’re not so cock-sure now.” She didn’t wait for him to answer as she jumped on top of him and held him down. She rubbed her large cock against his small one while he struggled, trying to get away. His struggles were in vain. She had a hand on each wrist and her legs were across his, holding them down. The fear in his eyes was giving Angel quite a thrill. She might not have done this for a long while, but the old feeling of power was quickly flooding back into her. Her cock was close to his and the obvious difference in size was incredible. “Look down at our dicks.” She ordered, but he closed his eyes. Angel took her right hand off of his wrist and with a quick cat like move she slapped him hard across the face. Tears began to spill from his eyes. “LOOK!” she roared.

Terry slowly lifted his head up and peered down past her pink, sweater clad boobs to where their cocks laid side by side. Angel’s cock looked simply huge compared to his much smaller one. He dropped his head back down onto the bed and the tears began to run down his cheeks toward his ears. With a lump in his throat he said quietly, “I don’t care what she’s paying you. I’ll triple it.”

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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance between the characters and real individuals is coincidence. All characters are over age eighteen.

A young man gets to act out the years-long crush he had on his former teacher.

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Years ago in middle school, Mrs. C. often wore tight and somewhat low cut blouses and always smiled at the boys. Lucky me, I had her for both Sex Ed. and Biology. I stared at her whenever I had the chance.

She had long brown hair and brown eyes and this creamy smooth, light brown skin. One day, I went to her desk to ask a question. I already knew the answer; I just wanted to get a closer look. When I got to her desk, my eyes fell from her face, to her neck, past her collar bones, and all the way down into her cleavage. She didn’t wear necklaces. Interrupting that lovely swath of flesh would be wrong. I remember looking right down in there and too late coming up to her big ‘gotcha’ smile and into her big brown eyes. Caught and embarrassed. My face felt red the rest of the day.

For the rest of middle school, I loved seeing her in the halls even outside of class. Sometimes I even passed my her classroom for no reason, hoping to catch a glimpse.

I entered high school and the years passed. I didn’t see her for a long time. Then one Saturday I got a flat tire and turned onto a residential street to change it. I was just finishing when I heard someone knocking on a window. I looked into the house across the street and saw a hand waving, but with so much glare on the glass, that’s all I could see. A minute or so later, the side gate opened and Mrs. C. waved me over.

“Hey, long time no see!”

“Hi, Mrs. C. It’s been a long time.”

Back in school, Mrs. C. always wore conservative pantsuits. But now, she was in black workout tights and a neon pink tank that showed every single curve. She looked fantastic!

“It’s so hot out here! Why don’t you come in and clean those hands. I’ll get us something cold to drink.”

“Yeah, it is hot. Thanks, Mrs. C.”

“Well, come in,” she said, grinning.

She led me down the walkway and I couldn’t help but stare at her butt bouncing back and forth in those tights. She had her long hair in a ponytail that hung down her back, and it bounced in rhythm with her lovely bottom. She turned to look at me and almost caught me staring.

“There’s the laundry room where you can wash up,” she said as we walked into the cool air of her home. “Then have a seat. Want something to drink?”

When I finished washing the tire goop off of my hands, I sat down on her loveseat. I watched her make lemonade in the kitchen. She turned to her side to pour the glasses, but it was so bright in there that her tight shape stood out as only a dark silhouette. It would have made a pretty hot photograph. Her stomach was flat like a board but her boobs and butt stuck out against the sunlight. I never remember seeing her quite so tight like that. In fact, she seemed to be gaining weight the last year of middle school.

It was only then that I noticed that she was looking my way, so I turned my head to look at the photos on the end table. One of them was a man in an Air Force uniform. He looked so much older than her, but not old enough to be her dad. She was into her thirties now.

“That’s my husband,” she said, walking in with the lemonade. “He’s stationed on the other side of the world, in Hell.” She sat down right beside me and faced me. Her left knee was almost against my leg. It made me a little nervous, sitting alone with a teacher I had a huge crush on just a few years ago. To top it off, those tight workout clothes showed everything. I think my hand was shaking as I took the first drink of lemonade.

“So what have you been up to these past few years?”

“Just school.”

“You’re in high school now, right?”

“Yeah, graduating next month.”

“Oh, wow! And if I remember, you’ll be eighteen soon.”

“I am already, last week.”

“Happy birthday!” she said, smiling and rubbing my arm. “How perfect.”

“Thanks.”

“Mmm, I remember something else too.”

“Oh?” Now I was really nervous. She had a way of speaking that made it seem like there was some hidden meaning to her words.

“Mmmm hmmm. I remember you sneaking peeks at me.”

I took another drink of lemonade and was so nervous it went down the wrong way and I started to cough. She patted and rubbed my back as I managed to say, “Oh, yeah, I’m really sorry about that. I didn’t mean…”

“Oh that’s alright. I didn’t mind at all. In fact, I liked it.” I didn’t say anything for a second or so, then turned toward her and she was looking at me and smiling. “Really, I like being looked at. My husband is always away and, well, the fact is we’ve grown apart in other respects too.” She looked sad for a second and looked away.

“You okay Mrs. C.” I wanted to put my arms around her; she looked really depressed all of a sudden.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Just lonely. Never mind. My name is Kathy, by the way.”

“You were always Mrs. C to me.”

“But samsun escort that makes me sound so old. Call be Kat, okay.”

“Okay, Kat.”

“I’ve just been feeling old lately. There was a time when the kids at school didn’t seem so young. These days they seem so much like children. I’ve changed, not them. They call me Mrs. C. too. I’d just like to be called Kat. Am I making any sense?”

“I understand.”

“I remember not so long ago when you were in class. Back then, all you boys would look at me. Honestly, I appreciated it. But things with my husband…Well, I started gaining weight and my husband was gone, and the boys, and even the grown men, stopped looking.”

“Gained weight? Oh, Mrs…Kat, you look tighter than ever.” All that came out of my mouth before I knew what I was saying.

“Oh, thank you,” she said, rubbing my shoulder. “That’s so sweet of you to notice. I’ve been working out, a lot. So it’s nice to hear that you’ve noticed. Hmmm,” she sighed. “You were one of those boys that I always saw looking at me. It was sweet.”

“Always? Oh, no.”

“I don’t think you were even aware that I knew.” I put my lemonade down and bent over with my face in my hands and let out a groan. She laughed and began gently rubbing my back, then my neck. I came back up, beet red in the face. “Oh, don’t be embarrassed.”

“I’m really sorry, Kat, I guess…”

“You couldn’t help it? Oh, now I’m really flattered!”

I must have groaned again, and said, “You’re not offended?”

“Oh, no. Not in the least. I love it.” She moved a little closer to me and rubbed my shoulder again as her knee rode up onto my thigh. I thought about moving farther away for a second, but I didn’t want to. “Oh, you’re trembling. What’s wrong? All this talk about looking at me making you nervous? Well, there’s a fix for that,” she said, as she rubbed my shoulder and let her fingers glide down my upper arm. “You have to accept the fact that I like it.”

“If you say so, Kat.”

“I do say so.”

She rose and walked to where her exercise mat, weights, and other stuff was, and began to put things away. I watched her move, how she walked, how she bent over. Kat was more than beautiful, she was graceful, smooth. I loved watching her face too, but that’s not what I was looking at when she said, “Gothca!” I turned red again and shook.

“Listen to me.” She grabbed my hand and held it. “It’s all right. There’s nothing wrong with it. You can look all you want. Any time you want.”

“Kat, I’m sorry. I just think you’re beautiful. Gorgeous in fact.”

“Oh, my! Thank you! That’s so sweet of you to say! Kat put one hand on the armrest and the other on my shoulder, then leaned forward and kissed me. She breathed heavily as she put her warm, wet lips on mine. It felt so good. It wasn’t my first kiss, technically speaking. But in all other respects, the first few kisses didn’t count any longer, not compared to this.

Kat turned, then sat on my lap and touched my face and ran her fingers through my hair and began to kiss me again. “Hold me,” she said and as I wrapped my arms around her. We held each other and kissed and I felt my cock harden. I worried she would feel it too, but holding her and feeling her fingers on my face and in my hair felt so damn good, I stopped caring. Pulling away for a moment, Kat removed the scrunchy that held per ponytail in place and brought my hand up to her head. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just put my fingers into her silky, long brown hair. She moaned softly, “Mmmmm, that feels nice.”

Before I knew what I was doing, I had both of my hands in her hair, holding her head as we kissed for a long time.

Kat pulled back, took a deep breath, and looked at me with her big brown doughy eyes. She petted my head and ran her fingers through my hair. When she came in to kiss me again, Kat took my hand and put it on her breast.

I was already nervous, but this brought it to another level. My hand was on her breast. Now what? Before I considered an answer, I had already begun squeezing it lightly. “Mmmmm,” she moaned. So I squeezed again. I still wasn’t sure what to do, so Kat took my hand again and rubbed her breast with it. Then she took my fingers and dragged them across her nipple, then squeezed my fingers in tightly, squishing her tit under the pressure. “Ooooooh,” she moaned, and breathed in deeply.

Kat put her hands on my face and looked me right in the eyes, and whispered, “Have you ever seen a woman before.”

“Uh…”

“Without her clothes on?”

“Oh, uh…Kat, I uh…”

She looked back with a question on her face.

“Just in magazines…” I groaned as soon as I said it.

“Mmmm hmmm. But not for real?”

“I guess not, no.”

“So you’ve never…you know, slept with a girl before.”

“Uh…”

“Don’t be embarrassed, please. Do you like looking at me? And don’t apologize this time.”

“Yeah I do.”

“Say it.”

“I love looking at you.”

“Have you ever wondered?”

“Wondered?”

“Yes, samsunkurdu.com wondered.” Kat leaned in to where our lips were almost touching and ran her hand through my hair. “Wondered what I would look like without any clothes on.”

“Oh, Mrs. C., I dunno…”

“Call me Kat. Tell me.”

“Yeah, I have.”

“How often.”

“Almost every day.” I felt my face flush.

Her eyes became heavy and I noticed her breathing. She ran her fingers through my hair and her knuckles across my cheek, petting me. Kat stood and started pulling up her tank top as she looked at me steadily. In a few seconds, she stood there with her beautiful breasts right in my face. Her nipples were erect and she looked serious now. She kicked off her shoes and started pulling down her tights.

“Oh, my god,” I said.

“It’s alright, look at me. Just look.”

I did as she asked, and she looked like she belonged in a magazine. But she was right there, commanding me to look at her gorgeous, naked body.

“Well?” she asked.

“You’re so beautiful,” I said, looking at her big knockers and then down toward her crotch. She noticed where I was looking and stepped closer and put her foot up on the loveseat.

“Can you see okay?”

“Uh…” She leaned her knee to the side so I had a full view of her shaven pussy.

“You know, women like to look too. You’ve become a very handsome young man.”

“Oh?”

“Mmmm hmmm. That’s kind of impressive too.” She was pointing down to the bulge in my shorts.

“Uh…”

“Stand up, and take off your clothes.”

“Mrs. C!”

“Kat.”

I actually wanted to take my clothes off. But I could hear my own voice shaking. With shaky hands, I took off my t-shirt. Then Kat pointed at my shorts and made a motion with her hand. I kicked my shoes off and unbuttoned my shorts and let them fall to my ankles and stepped out. When I looked up, she was looking at the boner threatening to rip through my boxers. She had her hair hanging around one shoulder now, twirling it in one hand. She looked up at me with fire in her eyes, like she couldn’t wait to see me naked.

She pointed at my boxers, then motioned with her finger to take them off.

“Oh,” I said, gulping and shaking.

“It’s alright, sweetheart. It’s a good day to learn this. It’s alright.”

I was still nervous, but I knew she was right. I pulled by boxers down and she smiled again as she looked into my eyes, then down, all the while twisting her long hair.

“Oooooh, young man,” she began, biting her lip. “It’s a very good day for learning. Do you remember Sex Ed?”

“Yes.”

“Lame, wasn’t it?”

“Um, yeah.”

“I’m going to give you the advanced course. Right now.. Sit down and relax.”

“Oh…” I mumbled, my voice shaking as I sat on the loveseat.

She stepped up onto the loveseat straddling me, her pussy right in front of me. “Look closely,” she said, her breathing heavy. She spread her pussy lips with her fingers. “This, mmmmm…” she closed her eyes and breathed as she touched herself. “Mmmm, ooooh, that feels good. This,” she continued, “is a pussy. See?”

“Yeah, oooh, Kat!”

“Look at it. Study it. ”

“Oh, Kat…I…uh…okay.”

“Watch me put my finger in, Ooooooh, Mmmmm. Do you see?”

“Yeah…oh, shit. Oh, shit!”

“And this is my clitoris,” she said, out of breath and pulling up a fold of skin with her other hand to show the glistening little folds and a nub in the middle.

“Remember?”

“Uh, yeah.”

She ran a hand through my hair and said, “Notice how moist everything is?”

“Yeah, I see.”

“Touch it. Feel how wet it is.”

“Oh, god!”

“It’s okay, here,” she said taking my hand and putting it flat on her pussy. “Mmmmm,” she said, and sucked in her breath through her teeth.

Kat pushed my hand around in different directions on her wetness. My fingers sliding easily over her pussy lips. “Yeah,” I said. “I feel it.”

“Mmmmm,” she breathed, “Oooooh, that feels really good,” she said, rubbing my hand up and down along her slit. Kat pushed down on my middle finger so that it slid between her labia.

“Ooooh,” I said, completely absorbed by what was happening.

“Now, take your middle finger, and slide it in.”

“Oh, Kat!”

“They don’t teach you how to please a woman in Sex Ed., but I’m going to teach you. Alright?”

“Okay, Mrs. C…I mean, Kat.”

“There, now,” Kat said. “Slide your finger inside…Oooooooh, oooooh. Oh, see? Now pull it back, but not all the way out. Yes, ooooooh, yeah, now back in…Mmmmmmm, mmmmm, yeah! Keep going, in just a little and then out just…ooooooh, yeah!”

Kat came closer, straddling me with her knees on either side of my lap, and as she did this, grabbed my cock. “Oh! Oh, Kat! Mmmmm, oh, oooooh,” I cried as she very gently slid her hand and fingers over my stiff penis up and down.

“Don’t stop,” she said. “Keep…ooooh, Mmmmm, fingering me. Mmmmm…” While I fingered her, she kept stroking my cock. We were both moaning and breathing hard now.

“Fingers are just one way to please a woman, honey. Can you feel me getting wetter?”

“Oh, yeah,” I said, while I my finger made squishing sounds each time I went into her and came back out.

“It means I want to make love to you. Do you want to make love to me?”

“Uh…well, oh Kat, I…”

“I need to know. Say it.”

“Yeah, Kat,” I stammered in disbelief, “I want to make love to you, but I…”

“I know, baby. It’s okay. I’ll teach you.”

“Oh, Kat,” I said.

Kat pulled my finger out of her wet pussy and took it into her mouth and sucked on it. As she did that, she held my cock. I looked down, breathing hard and swallowing as she lowered her pussy slowly toward the tip of my dick.

“You know where your finger just was, honey?

I made some unintelligible sound as I nodded.

“That’s where you’re going to go, right now. Watch.” She brought the tip of my penis to her pussy lips, and with a little pressure, it pushed between them. It felt hot and wet. Then I heard Kat moan, “Oooooohmmmm. Oh, that feels so good. Do you see where your cock is? The tip is just inside my cunt. See?”

“Umm.”

“Watch as your cock slowly slides into my body. Feel how it penetrates deep inside me. Enjoy this moment, honey. This will be special to you.”

I watched my stiff cock slide slowly through her tight wet slit and deep into her vagina. “Oooooh, oh! Hoooooshit, Mmmmmm!” I cried. So warm and so wet and so tight. Kat’s love canal seemed to grip my dick as it plunged deeper. I’ve never felt such a fantastic feeling in my life!

Kat moaned gently, “Oooooooh, Mmmmmm! Oooo.” When I was all the way in, she leaned close and began kissing me. As we kissed, she began rocking back and forth and up and down, like she was trying to drive my cock deeper. I could hear her breathing hard and moaning softly as she bit my lip. I could hardly kiss back because I was moaning so much, and when I wasn’t moaning, I was trying to get air.

Kat leaned back, “Touch me, play with my breasts. You want to, don’t you?”

“Yeah,” I replied, and I began squeezing, and rubbing, filling my hands and feeling her hard nipples. All those times I dreamt of touching her, now it was a reality.

Kat was now slowly rising and falling. Each time was deliberate. “Oh!” she called as I felt her cunt grip my cock. “Oooh! Oh! Ah!” she cried.

“Oh, mmmmm,” I called. Every inch of her vagina was a new adventure. Kat’s eyes became heavy and her brow furrowed each time came down on my dick. She would moan whenever she reached the top and pumped down again. Soon, her eyes closed as she rose and fell on my stiff member and gripped my head in her hands.

Every time Kat’s pussy reached the base of my cock, she moved her hips around, making my cock swirl inside her body. She moaned and moaned and finally called out, “Oooooh, ooooh.” Faster now, Kat rose and fell on my cock while I pinched her nipples between my knuckles.

My breathing was really heavy now, and I moaned, “Ooooooh, Ah!” and groaned each time her wet slit slid down the entire length of my shaft. After a few more strokes, a twinge coursed through my body, and I cried out, “Ah, Ah!, Ooooooh.”

Kat must have sensed this, and said, “Not yet, honey. Not yet.” She pulled up and stepped off the loveseat. Taking my hand, she brought me up and said, “Stand right there.”

The next thing I knew, she was on her back on the rug. She was looking at me, smiling, and beckoning me with her finger. “Don’t make me beg. Kneel down and make love to me.” When I got down on my knees, she said, “Did you like me on top?”

“Um…yeah, Kat,” I said, struggling for breath. “It was amazing.”

“That way, the woman has control. Now you’re going to be in control. This is called missionary style. Many people think it’s boring, but I absolutely love it.”

“Oh, Kat. You’re incredible,” I said.

“Mmmmm, it makes me just tingle inside to hear that. Now make me tingle inside some more.” With that, she lifted her legs and rested them over my shoulders.

“Oooh, Kat!” I put my hands on either side as she grabbed the tip of my wet cock between her thumb and forefinger. Her fingers felt so good as she pulled my cock toward her slit and then guided it inside.

“Now, all the way in, baby.”

I shoved my cock into her body and felt her tunnel grip me from tip to base. It was incredible and I moaned louder than ever, “Oh! Ooooooh, Oh, Kat! Oh!”

“Now, in and out baby. Pump it all the way in and all the way out. Oooooh! Oh, ooooh, yes!” So I pushed in again and came out, then again. It felt even better than before now that I could control it. After a few strokes, I heard Kat moaning, “Oh, baby. Oh, young man, pump me nice and slow like that. Oh, your stiff dick fills…Oh! Ohoooooooo, Mmmmmm, honey. Oh, honey! Fill me up. Pump me! In and out, pump me.”

By this time, I had a rhythm going and my legs began to quiver. I couldn’t help it. “Oh, Kat! I can’t…Oh! Oh!”

Kat wrapped her legs around me, “Oh, sweet young boy, pump me. I’m…oh! You’re…Oh!, your going to make…oh!…me cum, honey. Oh, sweet boy. Pump me! Pump your warm cream into me! Pump it into me!”

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She stands softly on the bare stone floor, silks caressing her skin from shoulders to just below her buttocks. A cool breeze moves through the room but that is not what causes her to shiver slightly. She scans the room slowly, raising her head. She sees the tools of her Masters’ trade lying about, the whip, the crop, soft ropes and leather. The harsh looking wooden walls and the various restraints thereon catching her eyes and holding them for a second. Though the room is cool, she feels warmth run through her body, and comfort in all that she sees.

An entrance is made in the room through a door behind her. A slight shudder runs over her though she tries to remain calm. The flush forming slowly over her exposed cleavage betraying her feelings. Heavy boot steps behind her sound throughout the room, her breathing picks up feeling His presence near her. Her eyes down cast before Him, she hears Him come before her, standing not an arm length away. In her lowered gaze she catches the tip of His crop as it moves before her slowly coming in and out of her view as He taps it slightly upon His boot at the calf.

He extends a hand to her cupping her chin and raising it to look into her eyes.

Her eyes gleam in the candle light before Him as He looks into them smiling. Still cupping her chin He brings her mouth to His and kisses her deeply and tenderly. Her body wants to melt into His to touch Him, yet she remains unmoving as previously instructed. Still, the feeling runs through her bringing a heat to her body and a gleam to her eyes.

He breaks off from the kiss and moves behind her, taking the hand from her chin and moving His fingertips along her jaw line, then down the side of her throat and brushing the hair from her shoulder to lie upon her back. Behind her, He strokes her hair down the length reaching the bottom of her shoulder blades. His hand warming it, sending heat through her body.

Still behind her, she senses His movements slightly before she feels the soft leather tip of the crop trace its’ way from her calf to the back of her thigh, from there, lifting the silks from her bottom exposing her to view. She can feel His eyes, knowing that they are traveling along her body from feet to calves, thighs, over her buttocks and up her back. She feels this as if it is a hand moving over her body, caressing every inch of it, awakening it with desire.

She senses a shift in His position, hears the soft rustle of His clothing as He moves in them. The crop comes swiftly away from her buttock lifting the silk with it as it moves through the air. She catches her breath remaining motionless in body. A sigh falls from her lips as, with the crop still raised, a soft feather plume comes from out of sight and caresses her cheek. The bright red plume moves slowly across her cheek and down to her neck then under her chin. Thereon a slight pressure applied to the feather instructs her to raise her head upwards. She does so exposing her throat to the movement muğla escort of the feather. Her hair falling freely down her back, the feather glides down her windpipe to her cleavage playing itself between her breasts caressing the sides of them.

She feels His body, as He reaches around her, so close to hers. His shirt, brushing against her silk covered back the leather of His pants touching her buttocks as He shifts in position to move the feather. Her body pleads with her will to move into Him, to lean her body onto His, touch her skin to His. Her will is strong she does not move except to breath and sigh softly as He continues the movement of the feather.

The feather continues its motion sweeping its vanes along the sides of her breasts. Then, still moving slowly and methodically over the side of her right breast, using the quill to expose it, teasing itself over the nipple hardening it with the touch. As He does this He leans in closer to her, the silk still held by the crop, moved to the side. His body nearly touching her the loose fit of His shirt brushing now along the full of her back, she feels the warmth of her body translated into His own heat. Her head still tilted back He leans in to look over her His hair brushing her cheek, the feather playing on the nipple. Her breathing starts to come faster to her, He places a kiss upon her exposed throat, softly at first, brushing His lips to her skin tasting her and taking in her scent. The lips give way to teeth, incisors brushing against her skin moving over the small bumps forming there. Nibbles travel from throat to shoulder as the feather moves to touch and expose the left breast. As the vanes of the feather find the left nipple He places a deeper kiss upon her shoulder, His body now touching hers making her desirous to be free of the different cloths between them and causing a slight weakness in her knees. Her thin silk robe suddenly feeling constraining to her body she wishes to move free of it, free of the silk along the sides of her exposed breasts, free of the thin silk cording holding the robe closed at her hips, free to have His body touch her skin to skin. She knows this will happen at His choice and remains calm, only her breathing, and the flush across her chest betraying her arousal to Him.

His lips come free from her shoulder, the feather does not stop its movement. He steps slightly into her view standing to her left side. The crop moves slowly down, still holding the silk on its’ leather tip, brushing leather and silk down the length of her spine. When the crop reaches the cording at her hips He thrusts it between cording and robe, trapping the silk from the tip of the crop therein, holding it in place exposing her buttocks with the V made by the pulling of the silks from behind exposing her sex in the front. He smiles into her eyes and removes the crop from her robe. She shudders to be so exposed, but knows what pleasure it will lead to.

He holds the feather up to be rhodope-mugla.org in her view and drops it allowing it to fall to the floor. His hand moves to her face caressing her cheek again and directing her to look into His eyes. She sees intensity in them, desire, and a strong will. It is all she can do to hold her eyes to Him. She ponders for a second trying to look away, over His shoulder or anywhere else, but knows she cannot she must remain locked into His stare.

A motion out of her view produces a sound she is very familiar with, the soft music of a thin chain, metal on metal. From behind her, the hand holding the crop, applies a gentle pressure to her back, moving her body from the waist up slightly forward causing her to arch her breasts. His left hand touches the silk at her stomach, startling her at first. She feels, through the silks, the metal of the clamps as he caresses His hand from her stomach upwards to her right breast. He must not have had the clasping part of the clamp in His hand as when it touched her nipple the cold hardened it further. He places the nipple within the grip of the clamp and adjusts the tensioner until is draws a gasp from her lips, then tightens it further. He moves the clamp for the left nipple across her rib cage, holding the chain between the two in such a manner as to provide a constant tugging pressure to the right nipple, held firmly in the clamp, by allowing it to play out slowly from His hand as He moves it. The unattached clamp slides up the side of the left breast, she feels the soft rubber feet of the clamp move along her skin to the nipple and then grasp it firmly in its’ grip the tensioner sliding to hold it in place.

His eyes blaze into hers His stare bringing lust to her body as He runs his eyes down the fullness of her breasts, the nipples held tightly. His eyes move down from her out thrust breasts to her stomach then to her sex. She wonders if He can see, in the dim light, the dampness forming there reaching her thighs bringing warmth and heat to them.

The hand behind her moves from between her shoulder blades and comes to rest at the small of her back. The crop tip grazing the back of her knee, the hand applies pressure to the small of her back. His foot from behind her taps the inside of her left foot. She spreads her legs open to Him giving Him access to her. His left hand moves from her left nipple down the chain of the clamps, again applying pressure to the clamps except now to both nipples. With one further tug on the chain, He moves His hand down her stomach to the dampness of her sex. His fingers slowly curl through the hair of her pubic area then down further caressing the outer lips of her sex. Two fingers find their way between her legs and move over the length of her there. Her breathing growing to a pant her eyes look wild into His.

His two fingers stir their way into her sex and then a third follows. He looks into her eyes, she is a view of perfection, still, and awaiting His command. He is well aware of what He has done to her, how the feeling of His fingers inside of her thrills her, and the tightness of the clamps bringing her pain commingled with pleasure. He looks down at her, moves His head lower, brushes her face with His hair then turning His head to hers kisses her deeply on the mouth exploring it fully. His three fingers working in and out of her, deeply, and smoothly, her breathing hard, small moans escape into His mouth from her.

His thumb moves to her clitoris as the three fingers still move in her. Her knees go weak for a split second but she does not falter. The pressure of His hand on the small of her back pushes her forward onto His fingers. The flush across her breasts grows to a deep red, her nipples straining in the clamps as her breathing grows more ragged, the movement of her ribcage making her all the more aware of them.

His hand moves from the small of her back still she remains thrust onto his other hand. His thumb applying alternately pressures of different degrees and soft slow circular caresses to her clitoris. She is desirous of release but will not take it of her own accord, she has been well instructed.

She looks at him pleadingly for release. The crop catches her quickly upon her right midthigh, a gasp sounds from her. Her breathing grows hoarse and ragged her eyes fully ablaze. The crop falls upon her again slightly higher. The pain makes her bite her lip so as not to all out scream. She will show no sign of resistance. The crop rises and falls again now upon her right buttock. Her hips begin to rock against His fingers with the mixture of pain and pleasure. The crop now rises and falls across her buttock in time with the motion of His fingers inside her. With every motion thrusting them inward the crop falls, His thumb now caressing her clitoris slowly up and down.

She whimpers softly looking into His eyes her hips now nearly out of her control rocking in cadence to the cropping and the motion of His fingers buried inside her. He looks at her and moves His face close to hers His cheek brushing her, His hair sliding across her face. His mouth moves close enough to her ear that she can feel His breath against her. He tells her that she may allow herself all the pleasure she desires. He tells her that she is beautiful and perfect in her passion. He tells her that that she is dear and well loved. Her knees give way and she falls against Him as she climaxes. The wave of pleasure crashes over her engulfing her in its heat. Her breath comes in sobs now; her body moving with its own will. The animal look in her eyes growing feral. Sounds fall from her lips rising in nature as her pleasure drives her then softening as she calms.

Slowly she regains her self, leaning into Him feeling His heat against her. The crop has fallen to the floor, but she does not recall that happening. His fingers have been removed from her, leaving a void she knows He can fill at will. He lifts her in his arms and carries her to a canopied bed. The sheets have been pulled away already and he lies her there, lying next to her and pulling the sheets to her chin covering her in the warmth.

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