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Merhabalar ben Tuğçe, 29 yaşındayım ve 4 yıllık evliyim. Eşimle severek evlendim, ama eşimin ailesi ile yaşıyor
olmamız beni birçok özgürlüğümden alıkoydu. Eşimle seks hayatımızın da çokta iyi geçtiği söylenemez. Gözüm çok
dışarıda olmasa da, yakışıklı karizmatik erkekler hep ilgimi çekmiştir. Özel bir şirketin muhasebesinde çalışıyorum.
Berk de muhasebede çalışan, ama işini çok iyi bilen ve bana çoğu konuda yardımcı olan birisi. Berk 24 yaşında,
benim boylarımda, fiziği düzgün, yakışıklı bir genç. Bekar ve yalnız yaşıyor. Berk’le çok iyi anlaşırız. Bazen
kalçalarımı izlediğini, dekoltelerimi gözlediğini farkediyorum, ama bundan hiçte rahatsızlık duymuyorum. Aksine
hoşuma gidiyor diyebilirim.
İşyerinde bulduğum huzuru evde bulamıyorum. Evde kaynanasıyla anlaşamayan gelinlerden biriyim. Haliyle durum bu
olunca kocamla da evde sürekli tartışıyoruz. Birgün işten çıkmış eve gelmiştim, kocamla güzel bir gece geçiririm
hayali kurarken yine herzamanki tartışmalarımız başladı. Kocamın çıkıp gitmesiyle moralim bozulmuş, yatakta
yatıyordum. Telefonumu kurcalarken Berk’in numarası gözüme çarptı. Mesaj attım ona, kocamla tartıştığımızı
anlattım. O da bana teselli veriyor, kendisinin de evde yalnızlıktan sıkıldığını, film izlediğini söylüyordu. Berk, gayet
fiziği düzgün, yakışıklı, hoş bir gençti. Yalnız olmasına anlam veremiyordum. Neden yalnız olduğunu sorduğumda,
kendisinden yaşça büyük, evli, yada eşinden ayrılmış kadınlara ilgi duyduğunu söyledi.
Nedendir bilmem ama, o mesajdan sonra üstüme bir rahatlık gelmişti, artık daha özgürce yazarak devam ettiriyordum
mesajlarımı, “Peki bana da ilgi duyuyormusun canım?” diye mesaj attım. O da, “İlgimi çekiyorsun tabii… Hele giydiğin
o dar eteklerle tam bir afet oluyorsun!” gibi şeyler yazıyordu. (Ben, kocam kızsa da işyerinde dizime kadar gelen
etekler giyen, dar giyinmeyi seven biriydim). Berk’in bana ilgi duyduğunu bilmek hoşuma gitmiş, dişiliğim tutmuştu.
Elim amıma gitti, okşamaya başladım, zaten bacak aram da alev gibiydi. Amımı okşarken Berk’le seviştiğimi hayal
ediyordum. O bunu bilmiyordu tabii. Masturbasyon yaparak güzel bir orgazm yaşadıktan sonra mesajlaşmayı
bitirdim.
Ertesi sabah işyerine yine dar bir etekle gittim. Ona, “Nasıl olmuşum?” diye sorduğumda, “Herzamanki gibi afetsin!
Ama unutma, ben bekar bir erkeğim!” dedi. Ben de gülerek, “Ama sen evli seversin!” dedim. Bu konuşmalar,
birbirimize flört edercesine takılmalar böyle bir süre devam etti. Günler geçtikçe, evdeki huzursuzluk, tartışmalarda
kocamın annesinin tarafını tutması vs. beniBerk’e ittiresmen. İşyerinde Berk’le sürekli muhabbet, sohbet, gülüşmeler,
iş dışında da mesajlaşmalar falan derken, farkında olmada çok yakın olmuştuk birbirimize.
Pazar uyandığımda kocam yoktu yatakta, arkadaşlarıyla Balık tutmaya gitmiş olmalıydı. Bunu sık sık yapardı, sonra
da tuttukları balıkları gece geç vakte kadar arkadaşlarıyla Rakı ile zıkkımlanır, eve sarhoş gelirdi. Şu halime bakın
yaa, Pazar günüm bile iğrençti. Oysa ki annesi de kızına gitmişti, kocamla seks dolu güzel bir Pazar geçirebilirdik. 2-3
aya yakın seks yapmıyorduk, yanıyordum resmen, elim durmadan bacak arama gidiyordu. Telefonuma uzanıp Berk’e
mesaj attım, Pazar gününü evde yalnız yatarak geçirdiğimi yazıp, biraz mesajlaştık. Berk de, “İstersen bugün seni
alayım, gezelim biraz!” dedi. Fakat ben kabul etmedim. Buna biraz bozulmuştu. Gönlünü almak için, “Bugün olmaz,
ama istersen başka bir gün gezeriz!” dedim, ama yine de soğuk davranmaya devam etti. Bu nedenle fazla
mesajlaşmadık.
Yataktan kalktım, kahvaltıdan sonra evi temizledim ve internetin başına geçtim. Erkeklerle okey oynayıp, sohbet
ediyordum, ama onların sohbetleri Berk’inki kadar güzel değildi. Berk’e mesaj atıp, MSN’e gelmesini söyledim.
MSN’e girdi ve ona Webcam açtım. O da Webcamını açtı. Halen bana surat asıyordu. Onun bu haline üzülmüştüm.
Üstümde tayt ve kısa kollu bir badi vardı. Webcamın karşısında ayağa kalkıp, “Taytım nasıl, yakışmış mı canım?
dedim. Gülerek, “Çok fenasın, belden aşağı çalışıyorsun!” dedi. Arkamı döndüm Webcama, hafif eğilip, “Fakat sen
bana dar yakıştırıyorsun!” dedim. “Evet öyle, dar giymek çok yakışıyor sana! Müthiş görünüyorsun!” dedi. O sıra
ağzımdan, “İstersen bir gün sana böyle gelirim!” lafı çıktı…
Ben ağzımdan çıkana şaşırırken, o da heyecanlı bir şekilde, “Anlamadım, bana mı geleceksin?” dedi. Gülerek,
“Neden olmasın, belki gelirim!” dedim, sonra da daha ileri gidip, “Peki ben taytla gelirsem, sen ne giyeceksin?”
dedim. Ayağa kalkıp, “Böyle beklerim!” dedi. Altında boxeri vardı ve boxerin önü kabarıktı, yarağı kalkmıştı. “Yuhhh
yani, o ne hal öyle!” dedim. Boxerin içinde de olsa, yarağının oldukça büyük olduğu belli oluyordu. Heyecanla önüne
baktığımı görünce, “İstersen boxeri indireyim!” dedi. Biraz utanmıştım, “Tövbe, tövbe!” dedim. Öyle dememle
çekinmiş olmalı ki, “Şaka, şaka!” diyerek oturdu. Aslında tekrar ayağa kalkmasını ve göstermesini isterdim, ama
diyemedim bunu ona. Zaten hemen konuyu değiştirdi, işle ilgili şeylerden konuştuk, sonra MSN’den çıktık. Ama
aklım halen yarağında kalmıştı, oldukça büyük olmalıydı.
Gece saat 22:00 olmuş ve halen kocam gelmemişti, arayıp kaçta geleceğini sordum. “Sen yat uyu, geç geleceğim!”
dedi. Belli ki arkadaşlarıyla zıkkımlanıyordu yine. Geceliğimi giydim, yatıp uyumaya karar verdim. Ama
uyuyamıyordum, elim bacak aramda, amımı okşayıp duruyordum. Canım nasıl da yarak istiyordu. Dayanamayıp
Berk’e mesaj attım, bugün Webcamda önünün neden o halde olduğunu sordum. Hemen mesaj geldi, “Seni öyle taytlı
görünce etkilendim, beni azdırdın!” diye. Konu resmen sekse dönmüştü. Ona, “Peki, şu an mini geceliğimle yatıyorum
desem?” dedim. “Yine o hali alır!” dedi. “Offff!” yazıp gönderdim. “Ne oldu? Niye Offff çektin?” dedi. Hiçbir şey
yazmadım, ama canım deli gibisikilmek istiyordu.
Berk’ten, “Ne oldu? Niye cevap vermiyorsun?” diye mesaj gelince, dayanamayıp, “MSN’e gel!” diye mesaj attım ve
gecelikle Webcamın karşısına geçtim. Üzerimdeki gecelik, göğüs dekolteli, içimde sutyen olmayan, siyah bir gecelikti.
Webcamını açtığında Berk’in üst kısmında hiç bir şey yoktu. “Gördün mü geceliğimi?” deyip ayağa kalktım. Geceliğin
boyunu göremiyordu, hafif geriye gittim. Boyu dizimin bayağı üstündeydi. “Offf, muhteşemsin!” dedi. Arkamı da
dönüp yatağa doğru eğildim. Berk de, “Şu anda o yatakta olmak isterdim!” dedi. O lafından sonra ben dahada
cesaretlenip, “Keşke burda olsaydın… Boxerin içindeki ne durumda?” dedim. Ayağa kalktı o da. Yarağı boxerin
içine sığmıyordu resmen. “Mmmhhhh, harika görünüyor!” dedim. “Senin eserin!” deyip boxerin üstünden tuttu
yarağını. Ben çıldırmıştım resmen, “Şimdi orda olsaydım, ağzımla rahatlatırdım seni!” diye karşılık verdim.
Berk, “Şimdi webcamda rahatlatsana!” dediğinde, “Olmaz, kocam heran gelebilir! Ama yarın öğle molasında senin
bekar evini temizliğe gelmek istiyorum!” dedim gülerek, fazla konuşmadan MSN’i kapattım. Amımı okşayarak yattım,
uyudum. Kcamın nezaman geleceğini bile bilmiyordum. Hoş bilsem ne olcaktı ki? Gene arkasını dönüp yatacaktı.
Sabah erkenden kalktığımda kocam halen uyuyordu, işe benden sonra gidiyordu. Herzamanki gibi kocamın
kahvaltısını hazırlayıp, duşumu aldım, parfümümü sıktım. Bugün özellikle seksi olmalıydım, içime tanga külot, dantelli
bir sutyen, üstüne de dar diz üstü elbisemi giydim. Uzun bacaklarıma da ince siyah çoraplarımı giydim. Tam bir afet
olmuştum. Topuklu ayakkabılarımı giyip çıktım evden. İşyerinde Berk beni öyle görünce, “Offf, harikasın!” dedi.
Biran önce öğlen yemek molasının olmasını deli gibi istiyordum.
Öğlen vakti olduğunda Berk’le birlikte çıktık. Alt otoparka inerken asansöre bindik. Asansörde elini kalçama atıp
sıktırdı. İlk defa kocamı aldatacağımdan biraz çekiniyordum, ama arabaya binmemle çekingenliğimi attım. Etek
kalçama kadar sıyrılmış, ama umrumda değildi. Berkse harika olduğumu, onu kudurttuğumu söyleyip duruyordu.
Elimi önüne atıp pantolunun üstünden yarağını avuçluyordum. Eve gelmemizle içeri girmemiz bir oldu. 1 saatlik yemek
molamız vardı ve ben en az 2 posta yemeliydim. Kapıdan girer girmez kemerini çözüp pantolununu yere düşürdüm.
Kazık gibi olan yarağını boxerdan çıkarmamla delirmiştim, yarağı adeta ‘Ye beni!’ diyordu. Temiz, büyük başlı ve
uzun bir yarağı vardı.
Hemen önüne çömelip ağzıma aldım. Kendimi kıtlıktan çıkmış gibi hissediyordum. ‘Cork Curk!’ sesleri eşliğinde
yarağını emiyordum. Berk kendinden geçmiş inlerken, bense durmadan devam ediyor, hepsini ağzıma almaya
çalışıyor, bir yandan da taşaklarını avuçluyordum. Daha fazla sabredemiyordum, o yarak biran önce yanan amıma
girmeliydi. Kalkıp salonda gördüğüm masaya gidip domaldım, eteği belime topladım, çorabımı indirip tangayı kenara
çektim. Berk azgınlığıma şaşırmış olmalı ki, “Offff! Sen nasıl bir kadınsın!” diye mırıldanıyordu
Arkama çöküp, amıma yumuldu ve yalamaya başladı. Amım zaten sırılsıklamdı, ama yalaması harika gelmişti. İlk
orgazmımı bu şekilde olurken, “Yarağını sok amıma!” diye inliyordum. Arkamda doğrulup, yarağını yavaşça amıma
köklediğinde, derin bir ‘Ohhhhh!’ çekip belimi iyice kırıp masaya ellerimle tutundum. “Hadi erkeğim sik beni, uçur
beni!” diye bağırıyordum. Berk giderek hızlanarak pompalıyordu amıma, öyle demem daha da kudurtmuştu onu,
dahada hızlandı. O hızlandıkça, ben, “Hadi genç sikicim, yarağına doyur bu evli kadını!” diyordum. Berk de,
“Doyuracağım orospum! Ohhh, nekadar dar amcığın var!” diye inleyerek, bitmez tükenmez bir enerjiyle sikiyordu
beni…
Daha sonra amımdan çıkıp, “Kucağıma otur aşkım!” diyerek sandalyeye oturdu. Masadan doğruldum ve kucağına
yerleşip, yarağını amıma alarak oturdum ve başladım sekmeye, ata biner gibi sekiyordum bağırarak. Göğüslerimi de
serbest bırakmıştım, onlar da dalgalanıyordu benim sekmemle. Berk de göğüslerimi yakalayıp emerken, ben sarsıla
sarsıla orgazm olup boşalmıştım. Boşalma sırasıBerk’deydi, daha hızlı oturup kalktım. En sonunda, “Geliyorum!” diye
inlediğinde, üstünden inip, ağzımla boşaltıp yuttum döllerini.
Berk saçlarımı okşayarak, “Sen harika bir kadınsın, mahvettin beni orospum!” diyordu. Ama ben daha doymamıştım,
bir kere daha sikilmek istiyordum. Yarağı sönmeden biraz daha emdim. Beni yatağa götürdü, altına alıp amıma
geçirmesiyle bacaklarımı beline doladım. Hızla sokuyordu, her sokuşunda resmen amıma saplıyordu kazık gibi
yarağını. İkimiz de zevkten uçuyorduk. Bu sefer ilkinden daha uzun sürdü sikişmemiz. Boşalacağı zaman yine ağzıma
aldım, eme eme boşalttım.
Mesaiye yetişmemiz gerekiyordu, toparlanıp kalktık. Öğlen yemeği molasında yemek yiyememiştik, ama beni
dölleriyle beslemişti. Bu sadece tadımlıktı, ilerleyen günlerde daha uzun süre yatakta kaldık ve zevkin doruklarına
çıktık. Şimdilerde bir fantazim var, ayarlayabilirsek işyerinde beni sikmesini çok istiyorum. Bu arada kocamın halen
umrunda değilim, ama benim de umurumda değil doğrusu 🙂
Kalkan siklerinizi öpüyorum! Byee!

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Geçtiğimiz yaz sonuna doğru üniversiteden arkadaşımın düğünü olacaktı. Dillere destan bir bekarlığa veda yapalım istedik arkadaş grubumuzla birlikte. Otel ayarlandı, uçak biletleri alındı ve muhteşem 3 gün için toplam 6 arkadaş Kıbrıs’a doğru yola çıktık. Otelimiz ultra her şey dahil konseptteydi. Yani 24 saat yeme içme sınırsız. Tabi tatilimiz sadece yeme içmeyle sınırlı kalmayacaktı. Casino’da da vakit geçirecektik, ücreti dahilinde hatunlarla çılgın geceler yaşayacaktık.

İlk gecemiz gerçekten de rüya gibi geçti. Bir arkadaşımızın vasıtasıyla bulduğumuz bir adam bizi bir club’a götürdü. Dans eden hatunlardan dilediğimizi seçmemizi istedi. Ben de efsane bir hatunu seçtim, ücretini verdim ve oteldeki odamıza götürdüm. Hayatımda gördüğüm en taş hatunlardan biriydi. Bir sonraki gece için de aynı mekana gitmeye ve bu kez başka hatunlarla otele dönmeye sözleştik. O kadar güzeller ki, gözün kapalı seçsen yine olur yani. O derece.
2. günün sabahı otelde kahvaltıya indik. Otel çok kalabalıktı. Kodamanlar, aileler, turistler… Otelde de taş gibi hatunlar vardı ancak hiç riske girmeye değmezdi. Nasıl olsa buraya para harcamaya gelmiştik. Gece istediğimiz hatunu alıp gelecektik geri.

Kahvaltıda gözüm kıvırcık uzun saçlı bir kıza takıldı. Masasında biri ortaokul çağlarında erkek bir de daha küçük bir kız çocuğu bir de bir adam vardı. Bir adama baktım bir de kıza. Kız çok güzeldi. Adam da bir o kadar tırt. Karadenizli müteahhitlere benziyordu. Vay be dedim içimden, şu kız şu adama çok fazla. Para işte nelere kadir diye düşündüm. Bir de koca çocuklar var. Kim bilir kız belki de reşit değilken evlenmişlerdir dedim içimden. Sonra masalarına türbanlı bir kadın geldi oturdu. Kadın, kıza çok benziyordu. Kafam karıştı. Kız, adamın karısı değil, kızı mıydı acaba? Türbanlı kadın da kafasında bir hasır şapkayla dolaşıyordu. Kollar, bacaklar kapalı olduğundan türbanlı olduğu hemen anlaşılıyordu. Uzaktan bakıp bakıp durdum aileye. Gözüm kız da kalmıştı.

Odaya çıktık, biraz dinleyeyim dedim. Yattım ve telefonla ilgilenmeye başladım. Aklım yine kızdaydı. Otelin lokasyonundan paylaşılan fotoğraflara bir bakayım dedim, şansımı denedim. Bir önceki akşam otelden atılan story’lerin arasından kızı buldum. Profili açıktı, sürekli de paylaşım yapıyordu. Hemen sayfasını incelemeye aldım. Masadaki türbanlı kadın onun ablasıydı. Adam eniştesi, çocuklar da yeğenleriydi. Tipik bir muhafazakar zengin aileydi bunlar. Ancak kız biraz daha farklıydı onlardan. Gayet dolu dolu yaşayan bir kızdı. Adı da Ezgi’ydi. Ekleyip eklememek arasında kararsız kaldım. Sonra vazgeçtim. Bir saat sonra attığım story’ye bakanları incelerken onun da benim story’me baktığını gördüm. Demek ki ben ona baktığım için beni fark etmiş, o da bana bakmıştı.
İşte şimdi ekleyebilirdim.

Ekledim ve mesaj attım. Bekledim ancak bir türlü görmedi mesajı. Bir süre daha bekledim yine görmedi, o sırada uyuyakalmışım. Uyandığımda cevabını gördüm. Derken yazışmaya başladık.
Sohbeti çok sardı, konuştuk da konuştuk. Akşam oldu artık, biz de dışarı çıkacaktık grupla birlikte club’tan hatun getirmeye. Ben tam giyinecektim ki sohbeti bırakamadım. Arkadaşlarıma gelmeyeceğimi söyledim. Baya bir azar yedim ama odada kalmaya devam ettim.
Yazışmalarımız sürdü de sürdü. Benim oda arkadaşım yanında ilik gibi Slovak bir hatunla geldi. Kızın parasını günlük vermiş. Yani 24 saatliğine kızı istediği gibi kullanacaktı. Ben de o rahatça sevişsin diye casino’ya indim. Biraz kumar oynadım makinelerde, içki içtim takıldım otelin içinde.
Sonra Ezgi uyanmış bana mesaj attı. Yeniden konuşmaya başladık derken sabah oldu. Ben odaya çıkıp üstümü değiştirip kahvaltıya indim.

Kahvaltıda yine göz göze geldik. Fakat ablasından çekindiği için bir türlü yan yana gelemiyorduk.
Bu arada bunlar iki oda kiralamışlar otelden. Bir odada yeğenleri ve eniştesi kalırken diğer odada da Ezgi ve ablası Melike kalıyormuş. Ablası da zaten bir saniye olsun ayrılmıyor yanından sahip çıkacağım ayağına.
Ben tekrar odaya çıktım, o da odasındaydı.

Bunlar ailece Kapalı Maraş adındaki tarihi bir yere gezmeye gideceklermiş. Ama gitmek istemediğini söyledi. Bir bahaneyle odasında kalacağını ve beni beklediğini söyledi. Benim oda da doluydu zaten. Arkadaşım sağ olsun Slovak kıza saatlerce yorulmadan çakıyordu.

Heyecanla mesajını beklemeye başladım. Ve geldi. Mesajda oda numarasının yanında “gel” yazıyordu.
Hiç vakit kaybetmeden odasına doğru yol aldım. Kapıyı tıklattığım an kapıyı açtı ve hemen öpüşmeye başladık.
Üzerinde üzeri renkli desenli kırmızı bir yazlık elbise vardı. Sutyen giymemişti.
Bacağını yukarı kaldırdım, götüne doğru okşaya okşaya öpmeye, somurmaya başladım.
Arkasını çevirdim, yüzünü kapıya dayadım.
Elimi önüne attım ve saçlarından tutup yana çektiğim yüzünü öperken, elimle külotunun üzerinden amını okşuyordum.
Elimi içine soktum ve parmağımı amına soktum.
Biraz geri tepti kalçasını. Hoşuna gitmişti.
Ellerinden tuttum ve yatağa ittim. Elbisesini yukarı kaldırdım, külotunu çıkardım ayaklarından ve amını yalamaya başladım.
Ben yalarken o da saçlarımı tutuyordu.

Ellerimle göğüslerini elbisesinden dışarı çıkartıp sıkmaya başladım.
Dillemeye devam ettim. Çok zevk alıyordu. Ayağa kalktım. Şortumu indirdim. Onu da yatakta ters çevirdim. Başını yatağın ucundan aşağı düşürüp, sikimi ağzına soktum. Ağzının içine git gel yaparken, eğildim amını yalamaya devam ettim.
Kaldırdım geri, tişörtümü çıkardım. Yatağın ucuna oturdum, onu da tersten kucağıma oturttum. Sikimi içine aldı. Kucağımda zıplarken ben de elbisesinden dışarıda duran göğüslerini sıkıyordum.
Bronz teni, bembeyaz amı vardı. Mis gibi kokuyordu. Kıvırcık saçlarını sarıya boyamıştı ama dibi de çoktan gelmişti.
Yatağa verdim sırtını, ayağa kaltım ve bacaklarını omzuma alarak amına girmeye başladım. Bir yandan da dudaklarını öpüyordum eğilerek.

Ve…
Birden kapı açıldı.

Ezgi çığlık attı ben şaşkınlıkla dondum kaldım.
Hemen elbisesini giyindi, ben yataktaki örtüyü alıp belime doladım.
Ezgi ağlamaya başladı.
Gelen ablasıydı. Kapıyı kapadı.
Ne oluyor burada dedi.
Ezgi, abla özür dilerim. Şimdi gidiyor, sen sakin ol ne olur konuşalım dedi.
Ablası cevap vermedi. Acır gibi Ezgi’ye baktı.
Ben bir şey demedim yerden şortumu almak için eğildim.
Ablası kıpırdama dedi.
Dondum kaldım.
Biraz da korktum.
Yavaşça gelmeye başladı.
Ezgi ağlamaktan titriyordu.
Bana doğru geldi iyice. Belime doladığım örtüyü aşağı çekti. Kalkık haldeki sikime dokundu.
Şok olmuştum.
Taşşaklarımı okşamaya başladı. Bir yandan gözlerime bakıyor bir yandan da beni süzüyordu baştan aşağı.
Kafasında bir bone, üzerinde uzun kollu siyah önü düğmeli gömlek tarzı ince bir şey, altında da siyah kumaş bir pantolon vardı.
Kardeşi Ezgi ile göz göze geldi.
Ezgi, abla ne yapıyorsun bırak gitsin dedi.
Ablası Melike onu dinlemiyordu. Gözü bendeydi. Sonra kardeşine baktı. Gel buraya der gibi eliyle işaret etti.
Ezgi şaşırdı. Abla delirdin mi bırak artık gitsin, defolsun ne olur yapma böyle dedi.
Melike eğildi, sikimi yalamaya başladı.
Bir şok daha geçirdim.
Kendimi geri çektim, ne yapıyorsunuz lütfen, izin verin gideyim, kimseye bir şey söylemem, burada olan burada kaldı dedim.
Gel buraya diye bana da bağırdı.
Bir yandan korkarken bir yandan da Melike’nin bu dominantlığı hoşuma gidiyordu.
Öne adım attım tekrar.
Sikimi tuttu ve yalamaya devam etti.
Kalktı ayağa, devam edin dedi.
Ezgi bağırdı. Ne yapıyorsun abla deli misin nesin dedi.
Melike, ya dediğimi yaparsın ya da seni herkese rezil ederim dedi.
Ben hala şok haldeydim ama bir taraftan da gözlerimi Melike’nin diri memelerinden ve taş gibi kalçasından alamamaya başlamıştım.
Aklım birden Melike’ye kaydı. Bu sert hali benim sikimi de dimdik yapmıştı.
Mevzuyu ele alıp ortamı sakinleştirmeliyim diye düşündüm.
Melike’nin elinden tuttum. Elini verdi. Yatağa oturttum.
Ezgi bu kez bana bağırmaya başladı, ne yapıyorsun sen manyak herif dedi. Dinlemedim.
Melike’nin pantolonunu indirdim. Siyah külotunu gördüm. Bembeyaz bacakları vardı. Süt gibiydi.
Külotunu da indirdim ve ayaklarından çıkardım. Amını yalamaya başladım.
Ezgi, sırtıma vurup beni kaldırmaya çalıştı. Melike, çekil kenara diye bağırdı. Ben amını yalamaya devam ettim.
Ezgi, eniştemi arıyorum şimdi dedi.
Melike doğruldu. Bir ara bak ben seni rezil etmiyor muyum, orospu seni dedi.
Ezgi odanın içindeki banyoya girdi, ağlayarak.
Amını dilledim seri hareketlerle Melike’nin. Doğruldum, memelerini sıktım. Ben böyle meme görmemiştim. Düğmelerini açtım üzerindekinin. Siyah bir sutyen çıktı karşıma. Göğüslerini zor kapatıyordu. Hemen yapıştım, somurmaya emmeye başladım.
Üzerine doğruldum ve bir bacağını kaldırarak, sikimi amına soktum.
Hızlı hızlı girip çıkmaya başladım. Bağırmaya başladı.
Sırtımı tırnaklarıyla çiziyordu.
Boynunu öpüyordum. Pamuk gibiydi.
Başında da türban niyetine sardığı bonesi vardı. Onu çıkarmadım.
Omzumu ısırıyordu.
Doğruldum, ters çevirdim yatakta. Üstüne çıktım.
Üstüne yatar gibi arkasından amından içeri girdim.
Göt yanakları kasıklarıma yapışıyordu.
Böyle bir götü ben porno yıldızlarında dahi görmedim.
Dipdiri kadındı dipdiri.
Ne iki gece önce clubta gördüğüm yabancı hatunlar, ne genç çıtırlar, hiçbiri bu tadı vermezdi.
Zevkin doruklarında uçuyordum resmen. Tat veriyordu kadını sikmek.
Yüzünü bana çevirdim. Bacaklarını omzuma attım ve üzerine abanarak sikimi içine soktum. Sikimi amının en dibine kadar sokuyor, her çıkardığımda yükseliyor yeniden sert bir şekilde içine sokuyordum.
İnleyip duruyordu.
Yoruldum resmen gücüm kalmamıştı ama daha fazlasını istiyordu.
Biraz dinlenmek için sırt üstü yattım ve Melike’yi kucağıma oturttum. Kovboy pozisyonunda sikmeye başladım. Sikimin üstünde zıplıyordu. Göğüslerini elliyordum bu sırada.
O an içeri banyodan Ezgi geldi, gözleri kurumuştu ağlamaktan.
Melike tuttu elinden. Bu sırada hala üzerimde zıplıyordu.
Bana doğru itti Ezgi’yi. Ezgi dudaklarıma yapıştı.
Bir yandan Melike’yi sikerken bir yandan da Ezgi’yle öpüşür halde bulmuştum kendimi.
Sonra suratıma oturdu. Amını yalamamı istiyordu. Elbisesi hala üzerindeydi. O şekilde yüzümün üstüne oturdu. Ben yalamaya başladım ama Melike’yi görmemi engellediği için moralim bozuldu.
Melike üzerimden kalktı. Ezgi’ye sen geç işareti yaptı.
Ezgi üzerime çıkmadan önce sikimi yalamaya başladı. Sonra üstüne çıktı, sikimi eliyle tutup amından içeri soktu.
Melike yataktan aşağı indi, eğildi ve göğsümü öpüyordu.
Yüzünü görebildiğim için sevindim yeniden.
Suratıma yanaştı, dudaktan öpmeye başladı.
Biraz sakin kaldığımı hissettim. Kalktım ayağa. Yataktan indim.
İkisini de yatağın kenarında domalttım.
Önce Melike’ye soktum ve git gel yapmaya başladım. Bir yandan da sağ elimle Ezgi’nin amından içeri parmak sokuyordum.
Sol elimle belini tutarken Melike’nin sikim içinden çıktı. Tam geri sokacakken Melike eliyle tuttu sikimi tek hamlede amına geri soktu.
Semsertti Melike. Öyle hoşuma gidiyordu ki.
Sonra Ezgi’ye geçtim, onun amına sokmaya başladım. Biryandan da sırayla ikisinin göt yanaklarına tokatlar atıyordum. Melike çok değil ama Ezgi’nin götü kıpkırmızı oldu.
Her ikisini birden yatakta sırt üstü yatırdım, kafalarını yataktan aşağı sarkıttım ve sırayla sikimi ağızlarına sokup çıkarmaya başladım. Bu sırada her iki elimle de amlarını parmaklıyordum.
Ezgi çok güzel bir kızdı ama Melike’nin bu halini gördükten sonra umurumda dahi değildi.
Resmen ayıp olmasın diye sikiyordum kızı.
Eğildim Melike’nin amına doğru, sikimde onun ağzındaydı. Sağ elim Ezgi’nin amının içinde. Sikim, Melike’nin bembeyaz dişlerinin ucuna sürte sürte ağzına giriyordu.
Sümsük kocasının onu sikemediği çok belliydi. Max yaptıkları pozisyon misyonerdir. Fazlası değil.
Böyle diri bir kadın heba oluyordu ve ateş gibi yandığı da çok belliydi.
İkisini de tekrar çevirdim, sırt üstü haldeydiler.
Sırayla amlarına girip çıkmaya başladım.
Melike’nin memelerini tokatlıyordum. Parmağımı ağzına sokuyordum, ısırıyordu.
Boşalmak üzere çıkardım sikimi.
Ezgi oralı olmadı başta ama Melike hemen eğildi.
Sikimi yalamaya başladı. Ezgi de ondan görünce geldi sikimin ucuna. Melike bir yandan da taşaklarımı avuçluyordu.
Ve boşaldım yüzüne.
Yattım yatağa dinlenmek için.
Melike birden bağırmaya başladı. Çabuk giyin de git bir daha gözüme gözükme dedi.
Şaşırttı yine. Korktum hemen giyindim.
Ben çıkmadan bağırmaya başladı. Bu otelden defolup gideceksin, parası neyse veririm ben. Sakın gözüme gözüke bir daha, öldürürüm seni dedi.
Korkuyla giyindim ve odadan çıkıp odama girdim.
O gece odadan dışarı çıkmadım. Bir sonraki gün de…
Sonra da ayrıldık otelden zaten. İstanbul’a döndük. Ezgi beni engellemişti. Fake hesaptan buldum tekrar ablasını aradım. Onu da buldum hesabı kapalıydı. Talep yolladım kabul etmedi.
Aylar geçti üzerinden Melike’ye ulaşamıyorum. Aklımı başımdan aldı o gün. Hala da yerine koymadı.

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The man was always at least mildly patronizing. Danny always hated that but for some reason with him it was almost comforting. That part of Danny’s mind.. the part that always got into trouble… wanted to scream and jump up and punch him in the face or kick him in the nuts or even pull that short wicked knife from the hidden boot sheath and do some serious damage to that infuriatingly smug look on his face.

But conversely each time he said “Dear” or “Child” or even the much-despised “Girl” another part of her mind wanted desperately to crawl up into his warm inviting lap like an infant and lose herself in his arms forever. Recognizing those thoughts shook Danny to her core. Never once in all of her nineteen years had she ever felt so completely comforted by another human being. Especially a man. It was as if Danny had finally found her father and he turned out to be all of those things the television shows said fathers should be. The stupid namby-pamby feel-good television shows they always showed around Christmas time each year, anyway. The ones she never watched all the way through because they weren’t real and they were just fucking stupid.

This man wasn’t her father and she knew that full well. Her real father.. the man the caseworkers referred to as her “biological father” had been killed in an explosion while trying to manufacture his own methamphetamine. Once Danny had grown up enough to discover the internet and how to search it hadn’t taken her long at all to figure that one out. It was the same with her mother. The caseworkers and therapists from Child Protective Services never wanted to tell her anything at all about her parents. It frustrated her as a child that they would withhold such things. They were her parents! She should be allowed to know!

Of course once she read the news article about her eighteen year old mother being found dead of an overdose just twenty four hours after being released from the local jail she kind of understood their reticence. When Danny was asking those questions she wasn’t mature enough to assimilate the answers. She was only eighteen months old when he mother died and that had been almost twenty years ago.

Today, those answers were just part of her life. Part of her.

So what was it with this guy? What was it about him that made her feel so warm? So comforted? So… at home? Once again that part of her mind that always made her want to lash out and keep people at a distance rose to the surface.

“I’m not a pushover or a doormat, you know.” He chuckled and shook his head.

“Of course not, child.” A frown appeared between her eyebrows.

“I’m not your fucking punching bag, either. If you hit me once, I’m out the fucking door.” He snapped his fingers, the sound echoing in the relative quiet of the room.

“Language, girl.” That deep voice was suddenly devoid of emotion. Flat and hard. She reeled back as if he had slapped her. Despite herself, she lowered both her eyes and her voice.

“I… I’m sorry, sir.”

“It’s all right, dear. This is a learning process. You will learn about me and I about you.” That warmth returned to his eyes and his voice. “I do not hit, Danny. Never once will I strike you in anger. That is not my way.” One finger raised where his hand lay atop his thigh. “I do however, punish. If you decide to stay it will become a part of your life. All of our lives are about pain, dear. Either it’s presence or it’s absence. It is one of the best ways in which we learn. I will teach you in the best and most efficient way I know. That will involve punishment and pain, as well as pleasure and contentment.” The hand turned over and his fingers cupped the air.

“Here in my home you will be upbraided, but not abased. Disconcerted but not abused. Esteemed and not at all ashamed.” She didn’t quite understand what he just said, making mental notes to look up some of those words.

“If things go as I hope, you will want to stay here for a very long time, child. Make this your home. Maybe one day move on to something better after I am gone.” Danny had only met him two hours ago but the thought of him being gone left a void in the pit of her stomach. The “Mean Danny” in the back of her mind was yelling “What the fuck!?”

“Why do you want me anyway? I’m a lesbian.” His chuckle was loud and supremely amused.

“Oh, no you aren’t, dear. Not even a little. If you really were, you wouldn’t be here. You would never have answered my ad, never come with me to my home. You are at best, bisexual.”

“I think my girlfriends would disagree.” He shook his head slowly, that smug arrogant smirk curling one corner of his lips so irritatingly.

“Four girlfriends in a year, Danny. Average time of each relationship: two months. One month of seduction, one month of sex and then you are gone. Angry and dissatisfied and moving on.” His hand waved at the bag she had stowed in the corner when she arrived. “All those girls you claim you loved and not one memento. Not a single picture, love note or piece of otele gelen escort jewelry. Nothing.”

“You… you searched my bag?” Even though she was angry at the invasion of her privacy that was overwhelmed by the fact he had done it without her noticing. His hands came up, palms out.

“I took nothing, dear child. Your things are safe here. Well…” He reached inside his shirt. “I did take this.” In his hand was the six inch knife she usually kept in her boot. Stunned, she reached down to discover the blade really was gone. Oh… he was good. How in the fuck…?

“Give me that back!” He raised his eyebrow again. The little blade in its sheath turned around and around in his hands then he stopped and raised two fingers.

“Of course, dear. It is yours, after all. Two conditions. One: That you put it away and never ever carry it inside my home. You may carry it outside. After all, people do need to be able to protect themselves. And you may keep it close when you sleep, if you like. But never carry it in the house. That’s one. Agreed?” Danny nodded.

“What’s the other condition?”

“That you ask me politely, girl.”

Six words. That’s all it took.

Six words from his lips left her feeling as if she’d been spanked and stood in the corner. She felt a blush rising on her cheeks and she never blushed.

How did he do that?

“I… I’m sorry, Sir. May… may I please have my knife back?”

Wordlessly, he extended his hand. It was large enough it made her knife look like a fingernail clipper in comparison as it lay in his palm. She tried to take it without touching his skin, but her fingers trailed over his palm of their own accord.

Sir’s hand…

That phrase echoed back and forth in her mind, much to her confusion. He’d told her his name when they first met. She was sure he had. But what was it again? She couldn’t remember… Somewhere in between their meeting and here he’d become “Sir” in her mind.

Sir’s hand was large and tanned and warm and rough. Danny’s own pale soft hands looked like a dolls in contrast. She could see scars and marks on his skin and suddenly she wanted to take the time and hear the story of each and every one of them. She wanted to curl up in those big warm rough hands and sleep. Safe and comforted. Maybe for the first time in her life.

Touching him made her feel… feminine. Again, maybe for the first time in her life.

For the first time in a very very long time a single tear traced slowly down her cheek. Before she even realized it, he had reached out with his other hand, cupping her chin as his thumb wiped away the track of the tear. Danny blinked and another one welled up in her eye.

“What ever is the matter, child?”

“I’m… confused.” He folded the weapon into her hand and pushed her softly fisted fingers back towards her chest.

“Of course you are, love. All of your life. But now you are here and maybe together we can make some sense of it all.” One hand still cupped her cheek tenderly and the other pressed two fingers against the soft swelling of her breast, right above her heart. “We will explore those feelings in your heart, little pigeon. Chase away those things which confuse you and make you angry and help you find some peace.”

Peace… that word echoed through her mind. Never in her life had she known real peace. Not in her mind or her heart. The only quiet she had ever experienced was with drugs or alcohol. But those, she knew, were just lies that blotted away the real world for a short time. Once she sobered up again it all came crashing back.

Peace… he was offering her peace. It… couldn’t be true.

It must be a trick.

She pulled back, angrily wiping at her eyes with the sleeve of her leather jacket. Her mouth opened to snap off some smart ass retort when she became aware of the knife still clenched in her fist. There was a momentary struggle in her mind as she considered pulling it out and at least threatening him with harm.

She’d done that so many times in her life it was almost second nature.

Fortunately common sense prevailed for once. He was so quick and so sly and so big, compared to her. He towered almost a foot taller than her and for someone so big he’d managed to get her knife away from her in the first place without her even noticing. For all of his pleasant and nice demeanor, Danny had no doubt in her mind if she pulled that knife on him she would regret it quickly.

And her “pre-emptive strike” defense mechanisms were not going to change overnight, after all. Before she even thought about what she was saying she blurted out “You just want to stick your dick in me like all the rest of them!”

A spontaneous chuckle shot from his lips. His hands spread out to his sides, almost in surrender.

“Of course I do, child. After all, I do enjoy the company of pretty girls.” One finger pointed to her. “You knew that before you even met me. The personal ad you answered was quite specific. mecidiyeköy escort But…” Both hands came up. “If you do not wish to then you are more than welcome to leave. I will not stop you and I will not force you. At any time you may leave if you wish. This is all about choices, Danielle.”

He stunned her into silence. She could not remember the last time someone called her pretty. And nobody but her caseworker ever used her real name. Danny had given up on mirrors ages ago. To her eyes she was too plain and too angular and she rarely even bothered to look at herself. Grooming was running her fingers through her short brush of hair to make it stick up and putting on a clean t-shirt. She looked up at him through her eyelashes, the question on her lips making her blush just a little which infuriated the defensive part of her brain.

“Do you really… think I’m pretty?” Part of her mind hated herself for even asking such an asinine question. Falling for his slick lines like a naive schoolgirl.

That large warm hand reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her head up. She resisted meeting his eyes. His thumb caressed her cheek once more as it had when he wiped away her tears.

“Look at me, girl. Look at my eyes.” Reluctantly, she did as directed and gazed into his warm blue eyes. He wore a soft smile under that gray mustache, making the sides of it curl up almost comically. The look he was giving her was of calm warm acceptance of everything she was and that almost floored her.

“Yes, I think you are pretty, girl. More than that, I think you are astonishingly beautiful. And at this very moment I believe you are the prettiest girl I have ever seen in my life.” She felt her heart skip a beat. “Do you believe me, girl child?”

Amazingly enough, she did. “Y-yes, sir. I believe you.” Another one of those amused chuckles rumbled from his chest.

“I am certain you are the prettiest one in this room, to say the least.”

She laughed. For the first time in days. A spontaneous laugh which felt really good, like a warm spring rain on her face.

Danny fell in love with him right then and there. Not only the prettiest girl in the room, but also the most astonished.

“You are quite aware of what I want, girl.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Yes… Master.” He said evenly.

“Y-yes, M-master.” The fact she stuttered the words shamed her a little. But the fact she was able to say them at all made her proud and gave her a sexual rush which scampered up and down her spine like a little ice fairy was dancing there. While she broke out in goose bumps elsewhere a fire suddenly erupted in her lower belly, spreading out from her pussy and Danny realized she was dripping wet between her thighs. No man had ever done that to her before. Hell… most of the girls hadn’t either.

“What will you do for me?”

“Anything you want… Master.”

“You will cook my meals and clean my house.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will wear a collar and walk at the end of my leash.”

“Mmmm… yes, Master.”

“You will kneel at my feet to amuse me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You will come to my bed each night willingly. And you will do your very best to please me.”

“Y-yes, M-master. I will…”

“You will be my slave. My pet. My servant and my sex toy.”

“Mmmm… aaahhh…” Danny was almost in a sort of sexual trance. She’d never experienced anything like this before. Part of her mind was immensely startled to realize she was on the verge of orgasm just from listening to his words. “Yes, Master… Oooohhhh…” A small but not inconsiderable wave of pleasure rushed through her body, making her shiver and gasp.

For all of her considerable sexual experience, quite vast considering her age, Danny had never once been with a man. Even before she knew what the word was, she considered herself a lesbian. Men had never held any attraction for her whatsoever. For the most part she was attracted to soft little blonds with big tits. “Femme” girls, to use the popular phrase. Ninety nine percent of the men she had met in her life she considered to be a nuisance to be gotten rid of or a danger to be avoided or frightened away at the point of her knife.

But this one…

This one, in the space of merely a couple of hours had… maybe hypnotized her… maybe something else… and managed to bring her to orgasm with just his words. Had he slipped something in her coffee while they talked at the cafe? Danny didn’t think so, but he also managed to search her bag and steal her knife without her noticing, so she wasn’t sure.

“Ummm… sir?”

“Yes, dear?”

“Did you… give me something?”

“Like?” He seemed confused.

“Did you… drug me?” One of his eyebrows raised and he shook his head.

“No, child. I did not. I do not use drugs. Nor do I utilize them.” He waved a hand. “Yes, I have prescription drugs in my cabinet. The doctor says my cholesterol is too high and I have a few painkillers left over from an old injury. türkmen escort But I haven’t touched them in ages. But while we are on the subject…” He waved a hand towards her bag by the door. “I did notice the pills in your bag, dear. I do not use drugs nor do I allow my pets to do so. Once you take my collar your first task will be to flush those down the toilet.” He frowned and Danny got the first glimpse of how scary he could be if he were really angry.

“You will never ever bring anything illegal in my home, girl. Not ever.” The tone of his voice made her shiver deep inside. She lowered her eyes to the floor.

“Yes, Master. I understand.”

“There will be rules here in my home, Danny. Some of them will be rather strict. Like the worst foster home you ever stayed in. Rules and schedules and chores and a curfew that will never be broken. You and I will discover them together. I will give you one chance.” He raised a finger. “One chance to learn each rule. After which if you break it you will be punished. And my methods of punishment are all geared towards making my pets remember the rules.”

“I said I do not and will not hit you and I will not. I will not punch, slap, hit, kick or throw you. I will endeavor never to leave a mark on you that lasts more than ten or fifteen minutes. I will do my best never to leave a bruise or break your skin. Accidents, however, do happen.” He cleared his throat softly. “I am far from perfect.”

“But I will show no hesitation about punishing you for misbehaving or breaking the rules, girl. I will punish you with my words. I will stand you in the corner. I will put you over my lap and take my hand or a paddle or my belt or any other handy object to your bouncy little bottom until you are very very sorry. I do not think you will make the same mistake twice in my home. Are we quite clear on that, pet girl?”

“Y-yes, Sir.”

“I will be firm, because it is my job. The role I must play in our life. But I will also be fair and just and if I must punish you, I will punish you with love and affection in my heart. Do you think that is fair, love?”

“Yes, Master. I do.”

“So…” He said as he laid his forearm across his thigh, extending one large weathered hand towards her. “Give me your hand, love.”

She just couldn’t get over the way his hand made her feel so small and so soft. Compared to his rough tanned flesh her pale hand looked like that of a porcelain toy. Danny had prided herself all of her life on how tough and resilient she was and yet one touch of this man’s hands stripped away the layers of her hard outer shell as if it never existed, leaving her a small and fragile girl.

If just the touch of his hand could affect her so, what would more be like? What would it feel like to kiss him? To be held in his arms? In his lap? How would it disconcert her when he…

When he…

She gulped and shivered.

Pretending not to notice her inner struggle, Sir caressed the back of her little hand with his thumb.

“This is a very serious and delicate thing we are proposing here, Danny. Not unlike a marriage. Both of us need to want it and need to do our very best to make it work. For me, the choice is quite simple. You are beautiful and sweet and exciting and submissive and I want you very badly. I want you in my heart and in my mind and in my home, my arms and my bed for as long as you will have me.” He placed a hand over his heart while his thumb caressed the back of her delicate little hand laying in his other palm.

“So I guess the answer is up to you, dear. Will you accept my collar? Will you accept me as your master? Be my pet girl, my servant, partner, lover and friend?”

Danny’s mind was in a turmoil. It had all happened so quickly. It was just this morning she had answered a personal ad online. A kink friendly social network site she trolled now and then. Answering an ad from a man, of all things. Asking questions because he had intrigued her. Spending the morning emailing back and forth. Setting up a meet, which had both frightened and excited her. Meeting her first real Dom.

And that meeting… what? Three hours ago? Maybe four? Just so quickly and here she was… her lips poised to say “yes” to his proposal. A man of all things! A man!

A man who…

Made her feel beautiful and sweet and exciting and submissive.

Things she had never felt about her self before.

A man who had managed to bring her to orgasm with nothing more than words and a soft touch on her hand.

A man who was opening up a world she had never really imagined before.

Slowly, Danny leaned over and kissed the side of his thumb.

“Yes, Master. I will. I will be… all of those things… for you.”

“Good girl. Come here, love.” He hooked a hand behind her neck and pulled her in to meet his lips. She closed her eyes as they kissed. “Just like a girl.” she thought to herself. Master’s mouth was warm and he kissed her hungrily, like a great wolf starving for prey. His mustache tickled the sides of her face and she could feel the rough rasp of the whiskers on his chin scraping against her flesh. The hand on the back of her neck held her tightly to him but not so hard she couldn’t have pulled away if she wished. He moved and her mouth opened to him, his tongue slipping past her lips.

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“Is that why you like her so much, because she’s not me? Because she talks in soft tones and follows all your fucking rules?” Jezebel yelled, “Because she’s a weak robotic bitch that you can control?”

“I do like docile women,” he said knowing it would infuriate her, she was anything but docile, “women that know their place.”

“You mean that place below your feet?” she glared at him yanking her hand from his grip.

“That’s the place,” he grinned smugly, his pale eyes sparking with his lust and his fury.

“Wow,” she changed her tactics “I can’t believe she tricked you so easily, you straight up fell for it. I thought you were smarter than that Jakey.” her tone was condescending.

“Watch it.” he warned her, knowing where she was going with this.

“The predator of the year duped by a maid, the big bad wolf slaughtered by the sheep.” she taunted him with the smuggest smile she could muster, even her chuckle was haughty. “Since when did you start letting your girlfriends make your mind up for you?”

“You better watch your fucking mouth Jezebel.” he growled his fingers sinking deeper into her skin as he yanked her closer to him.

“Make me watch my fucking mouth, Jakub.” she raised her chin with an invincible grin, delighted with the smell of battle. “Don’t be mad at me, it’s not my fault your pussy whipped.”

“I warned you.” he growled, he lifted her in his arms and gently tossed her down on the bed. She immediately tried to scramble to the other side, but he grabbed he thick cold chain around her ankle and pulled her back to him. She twisted her body around to get away still trying to kick him, but he grabbed her foot and pulled her to the edge of the bed; closer to him. He held her chain tightly in one hand, not letting her get away as he undid his belt and slid it from his pants. She kicked him hard in the ribs and he glared at her as he folded the belt.

“You wouldn’t dare!” she hissed as she tried to scoot back, but his tight one handed grip on her chain wouldn’t let her even budge. She sat up and started smacking him over and over.

“Not while your pregnant.” he said, grabbing her wrists and pulling them together, he wrapped the belt around them. “But the minute you conceive,” holding her bound wrists he leaned down to kiss her neck, “I am gonna fuck you up baby.” he whispered, sending chills through her sex.

“Get the fuck off me!” she cried hard, almost screeching, trying to kick him again. He stood up than grabbed the belt and pulled her by her wrists to the headboard than quickly fastened the buckle. Her foot connected with his thigh, but he didn’t even act like he felt it. She was now chained to the floor by one foot and buckled to the head board by both wrists. How the hell did she let him get her into these positions?

“And you better pray that baby is mine.” he said with a look in his eyes that made her flinch.

“I wish it wasn’t” she pouted her eyes gleaming dangerously.

“It’s time you learned your place baby girl.” he slid her skirt to her belly, his large hands touching as much skin as they could in the process. He looked down at her, her arms tightly buckled to the head board and she still fought like a Tasmanian devil.

“Never!” she hissed trying to kick him with her free foot; he grinned bending his head to rip her panties off with his hand and his teeth. He tossed them to the floor, than spread her thighs as far as he could holding them apart with his elbows as he spread her flesh.

“No, get off me.” she cried, her thighs already quivering. She tried to hit him in the head with her knee, but he grabbed it, holding it flat to the bed and sunk his teeth into the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She cried as she arched her back, the pain sending jolts straight up to her sex. “STOP!”

“Make me.” he threw her favorite phrase back at levent escort her.

“I am going to fucking kill you.” she cried and he could already hear the lust in her voice. He grinned as he slid his fingers lightly over her skin, watching her body twitch and begin to relax. He lightly pinched her lips together, than bent his head and slid his tongue over them before he sucked them into his mouth. She wiggled trying to pull away from him, as he nibbled on her lips before pulling back to spread them again. “Nooo.” she lightly cried, knowing that this could possibly be her undoing.

“Do you have any idea how much I love to watch you squirm.” he said looking up at her face before he bent his head back down to her vulnerable sex, sliding his tongue up her overly sensitive flesh.

He grinned and bent his head to her pulsing sex, she gasped as he sucked the sensitive nub deep into his mouth, his tongue working the very tip as he sucked it like a pacifier. She cried out as the intense pressure grew in her belly. The muscles in her legs jerking as she tried to close her legs against the feeling. He wouldn’t let her budge; his mouth was securely latched onto her sex. She felt the convulsions begin to rock her lower torso as he slid a thick finger inside of her. She could feel her adrenaline misting through her shaking body.

“Ooh, I hate you so much.” she squirmed, unable to control her own body at this point.

Just when she was sure she could not take anymore, everything inside of her exploded. She tried to pull away but he refused to let her go until her orgasm stopped. Once her body went limp, he slid his tongue deep inside of her, sucking out every last drop before he rose up. He unlocked the buckle, undoing her hands; he sat back down on the bed, leaning against the head board. He grabbed her arm and pulled her onto his lap, facing him.

She grabbed the belt and slid it behind his neck holding both ends as she looked into his eyes. He slid his hand from her hip up to cup her breast.

“Tit for tat.” his deep voice was low and thick with his lust as he gave her permission to proceed with the belt. She instantly slid the belt through the buckle and tightened it around his neck, that gleam of excitement in her eye that drove him crazy. He hated it when she wrapped things around his neck but he loved to watch her work herself into a frenzy when she did. He loved to watch her sadistic instincts bloom, but he had to keep it under control or she would go too far, she always went too far. “Careful.” he growled low.

“I will be.” she breathed as the muscle in her cheek twitched in anticipation. “You first.”

“Lift your arms” he said and she let go of the belt to lift her arms straight up in the air. He slid her tube top slowly up her breasts than over her head. He dropped it to the bed as he skimmed his fingers down her arms than down over her bra encased breasts. He reached behind her than unhooked her strapless bra, her bare breasts springing forward and he moaned deep in his throat.

She put her hands behind her head lacing her fingers behind her neck, she thrust her breasts towards him and braced herself; he almost came at her act of submission. He ran his hands over her swollen breasts, noticing the increase in size. He caressed them lightly before he raised his hand than slapped down on one breast.

“Ow. ” She winced a little, he hadn’t touched her in so long, and her breasts were no longer used to the treatment.

“Don’t tell me I have to retrain you?” he slapped down twice more before he bent his head and lightly kissed her swollen breast. She slid her hands though his hair holding him to her for a second before she grabbed the belt around his neck and yanked him back. He scowled; he never did like this game.

“My turn.” She grinned as she rose mecidiyeköy escort to her knees, holding the end of the belt tightly in one hand, wanting to choke the hell out of him as she grabbed his thick member in the other hand.

*

Ludvine was shaking with fury as she listened to them at the door. She listened as they had sex, her body demanding she go in there right now and make them stop. How could this happen? Why did he keep going back to Jezebel?

She must be a witch! That’s what it was; no woman had that much control over a man unless they used some type of sorcery to keep them there. Well she would not just stand by and let this happen, she had to do something and fast!

*

Jezebel could still feel that humming vibration between her legs as she slowly ran the head of his cock across her tingling flesh. She shivered as she arched her back slightly, pulling the belt tight across his throat. He leaned in closer to her body to loosen the tension around his neck than took her nipple into his mouth. She gasped hard as he bit down on the tender nub, tightening her grip on his member as she momentarily let go of the belt. He wrapped his arms around her back, pulling her closer to him, as he sucked her nipple deeper into his mouth. She slid her arm between their bodies and positioned him at her opening, than every so slowly she slid down on just the swollen tip.

It was his turn to groan as he let go of her throbbing nipple and leaned back against the head board. She clenched her muscles around his engorged head than pulled up slowly until it popped out, making him groan again; she yanked the belt as she grinned slyly. She kissed his lips lightly as she slid back down on just the tip of his raging erection. He deepened the kiss, his hands sliding to her breasts as she rode just the tip. Jezebel pulled back away form him, than slid down, taking a little bit more of him inside of her, before she pulled him out completely; all the while working that belt around his neck. He grabbed her waist as she teased him, sinking his fingertips into her skin.

“Come on Jez.” he breathed trying to slide back inside of her. She grabbed his face hard than lightly kissed his lips.

“No.” She wouldn’t let him inside; instead she slowly swayed her hips, her moist flesh rubbing against his pulsing hard on. She rubbed it harder; the feel of his stiff member against her engorged nub had her gasping as she ground her sex harder against him. She was clutching handfuls of his hair, kissing him as hard as she could. He pulled back from her, unable to stand anymore.

“Let me in.” he growled.

“no.’ she pulled her hips back and her sex away from him.

“I need to be inside of you baby.” he said, sinking his fingers into her hip, with that look in his eyes.

She went up to her knees as she grabbed his member, circling it around her tingling nub than she slowly pushed him inside of her. He clutched her hips, pulling her down fully. He wanted every inch of himself as deep as it could go inside of her. He pushed up as she slid down, her hips moving wildly as she fucked him back. He grabbed her large breast taking the tip into his mouth. She wrapped her arm around his head holding him tightly as she bent her head back arching her back as he impaled her. She cried out as the first of many orgasms tore through her body.

At this very moment everything made sense to him. He did love her and he had been afraid to face her. Jake Stone feared no man, woman or beast; but he was deathly afraid of Jezebel. She held his heart clutched in her fisted grip. He knew she hated him, but he also knew there was some strange, surreal bond between the two of them that would not allow them to completely separate. He needed her near him at all times, even if it was under lock and key and even if she hated him. He kağıthane escort was going to keep her locked away until he knew for a fact she couldn’t abort the baby, now he wasn’t even sure about that anymore.

He had never felt so at peace as he did when he was inside of her. He never felt as loved as he did when she had loved him. Maybe he was crazy, he knew he could not force her love again, no matter how long he chained her up for, it would not force her to learn to love him again. He had no other choice, had to let her go.

He kissed her as he came inside of her, holding her as close to him as he could with out hurting her.

*

Ludvine barley with held the tears threatening to roll down her face. She wanted to run in there, yank him off her, and beat the hell out of Jezebel than drag Jake back to her room. The quieter it got, the more worried she got, when Jezebel finally spoke, Ludvine put her ear to the door.

*

They sat there frozen; Jezebel’s head lay on his shoulder as she felt her orgasm subside. Jake held her tightly to him, wanting her as close to him as he could get her. Jezebel finally pulled back looking him straight in the eyes. She had not forgotten about his little tryst with the maid. She felt betrayed and was furious that he would believe Ludvine over her. Did he seriously have feelings for her? She had all intentions of getting to the bottom of it, but right now she had more important matters to deal with.

“Are you going to let me go now?” she asked, shocking him.

“Is that why you let me fuck you?” his eyes were instantly cold.

“Does it matter?”

“No.” he lied. Of course it mattered; it mattered a great deal to him.

“Than you’ll let me go?” she repeated he question

“no.” he answered even though he had actually debated it after he ejaculated.

“Are you sure?” she asked tightly clenching her muscles around his member.

“I’m not letting you go.”

“Than I hate you.” she said standing up, his member sliding from her as she looked down at him. She had said it in the past, but she had said it in anger, hearing her say it so calmly and so casually, make him nauseous. “I really truly deeply hate you.”

“I know.” he whispered.

“I am going to get out of here and than I am going to run as far away from you as I can. ” She stepped back from him, out of his reach. “I NEVER want to see you again!” she cried and he felt his ribs clutch his heart. He slipped farther away from her, than stepped off the bed, afraid he had stomped on his own heart that now lay dying on the floor. His eyes darkened to a foggy grey color she had never seen, no blue or silver. “I regret all the time I wasted on loving you. And it is your baby, but you’ll never see him.” she said so viciously he could only stare at her for a moment.

*

Ludvine’s smile was right back in place. She couldn’t believe it, she actually had Jezebel herself to thank for this victory. She couldn’t have done it with out her help! She was brimming over with satisfaction; and to think that she had actually been worried for a moment. Now she wasn’t the least bit worried, there was no way Jake would ever want her after that little confession.

*

Jake fought his inner beast for control, just as Jezebel fought Jake for control. She loved him, she wasn’t sure why, she knew she shouldn’t, especially since she hated him so much. She loved the things he did to her even though she hated him for doing them to her. But most of all she hated him for making her enjoy the things that she felt made her weak and insignificant.

Jake unable to bare the truth, turned around and left the room.

*

Luckily for Ludvine, Jake’s cousin had called right before Jake had stormed upstairs, he said he needed to speak to Jake immediately. So when Jake opened the door and saw Ludvine standing close to it, she instantly started talking.

“Your cousin called he said there was some emergency with your aunt and he needs to speak to immediately sir.” she bowed submissively as he nodded curtly than walked past her. “I just ran up here to notify you immediately.”

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Smokey Saga


7: “How To Greet An Unwelcome Visitor”

*****

“How-To” here, another fourteen Sagas later, once more starring the Burtons, wife and husband Sandra and Lou. These two—well, Sandy, at least—have appeared in four previous Sagas, all of which have different storylines, and none of which are sequential. Lou was unable to be in one of them, but here are those earlier four:

1: “How To Break A Bad Rabbit” (January ’14)

5: “How To Wage A Wargasm” (May ’14)

9: “How To Tickle A Girl Insane” (December ’14)

3: “How To Punish A Vindictive Boss” (September ’15)

You can read these for more of the Burtons’ BDSM adventures, though you don’t have to before this one. Like I said, they aren’t legit sequels, they just feature the same main characters. Their co-stars, or “victims,” if you will, are different. Including this one.

Categories: BDSM, exhibitionist/voyeur, group, lesbian/lezdom, non-consent/reluctance, rape

And feedback, as you know, my friends, is always welcomed, valued and appreciated.

(This story has a character crossover from an earlier Saga—an additional one, I mean, besides Sandy and Lou. I’d like to say I’ve a special prize for whoever finds her first (something of value, I mean, not just extra Smokey points) but I don’t. If you find her, kudos.)

*****

No-Show For The Show

Friday, August 26th, 2016, 8:36 p.m.

Beeeeeep.

“Maggie, it’s Sandy again. It’s about twenty-five minutes till the show, and…well, we still haven’t seen or heard from you yet. Like I said in the last message, we were expecting you by 8:30 at the latest. A lot of our guests have arrived, and if you ultimately just don’t make it, well, it’s all right. I mean, it’s happened before, and we’ll understand. We just hope nothing’s happened to you and you’re okay. Please call me when you get this—if you’re not on your way. If we don’t see or hear from you in the next fifteen minutes, we’re gonna cancel the evening. Call me, hon. Lotsa love. Bye-bye.”

Sandra hung up, sighed, and pulled back the curtain to look out. As per their usual wishes, the Burtons’ guests parked several yards down from the house. This was so their model and star of the evening had a space directly out in front. Though currently, with the Burtons relying on public transportation while their car was vacationing in the shop, the driveway was as accessible. Alas, their expected young lady’s car, and its owner herself, remained nowhere to be seen.

Lou emerged in his signature powder blue tux, and clapped his hands a single time. “So?…” he asked.

Sandy shook her head. “Zip. Nada.”

Lou threw out a breath. “‘Kay…fifteen?”

“If we can give her that much at this point.”

It was the evening of Sandra and Lou Burton’s most recent sexhibition show. They had discovered a potential new fetish model named Margaret Adler—or Maggie, for short. They’d interviewed her, and offered her her first job and shoot for the Fetish Buffet. She’d accepted, so they’d set up the arrangements for Friday the 26th, and asked her to be at the house no later than 8:30 p.m.—half an hour before the event was to start. Well, it was 8:30, and then some. And neither hide nor hair of Maggie Adler.

What Sandy’d stated in her voicemail was true; their friends and guests understood that the Burtons’ victi—models, for any plethora of reasons, sometimes just did not make it to the house. Perhaps they had car trouble or got caught in traffic. Perhaps they lost their way with a dead cell. Perhaps they…well, “chickened out” was a spiteful choice of words, but “came to their senses” wasn’t quite right either. The Burtons would be the first to agree, their sexcapades, sexpeditions and sexperiments could get a bit overwhelming for those on the business end of it all. Some likened their sessions to the scariest, but most thrilling rollercoaster rides they’d ever taken.

Whatever the situation in Maggie’s case, if she didn’t turn up very very soon, the Burtons would need to cancel, something they found it a real shame to do. They took pride in making the events so much fun for everyone in attendance, indeed quite a present for those present. And they couldn’t simply go at it with one another for their audiences, just the two of them. Well…technically they could. But while the crowd didn’t know everything to expect, they knew the nature of the shows. And their models were the main attraction and real stars of the night. These playful sexhibitions really belonged to them. Lou and Sandy were also very proud to introduce these eager young innocents so intimately. And an approximate eight out of ten had enough of a blast to want to come back and work-slash-play with them again. Without their models, the Burtons’ özbek escort hearts just weren’t much in it.

They antsily watched out the window, mutually willing Maggie to pull around the corner and park. The audience knew to arrive early, forty-five minutes before starting time at the latest, and every name was ticked on the checklist. They took their seats in the basement to wait for showtime. It was they who were to see no performing models prior to 9:00, not the hosts. Guests were somewhat accustomed to events that began “late,” but the Burtons liked their shows to be exceptions to this rule. Once they heard the Grandpa clock ring in the stroke of nine, they knew they had to call it. The evening’s coffin was nailed in. Lou headed downstairs to let the crowd know.

The similarly deflated Sandy put down her phone, turned off the lights and plopped in the recliner. Well, maybe there would be something entertaining on TV tonight…to fill the three-plus hours one of their evenings normally lasted. Not that the couple’s sex life had grown stale or stagnant without their playmates. But it bore repeating that the sexhibitions were just such fun! Almost as if completely separate from making love or playing kinky games on their own. Being one-on-one was beautiful and special in its own way, and nothing could take anything away from that, it was just…

Sandra sighed. She didn’t want to think about all this right now. She suddenly felt bad for her husband. This didn’t happen often, but when it did, Lou always stepped inside to address the audience and face the music. On normal nights when things went off hitchless, he did the intro, while Sandy made sure the models were all set and escorted them down a moment later. Thanks to the seldomness of no-shows, she’d never noticed this before. She had nothing to do up here. She should go down and help him, to do this together.

Halfway down the staircase, she abruptly stopped.

What was that sound?

She waited, but heard nil but silence after.

Hm…must be my imagination.

She descended the steps.

*****

Whom Not To Expect When You’re Expecting

Friday, August 26th, 2016, 9:00 p.m.

A dark, shadowy figure skulked behind 6307 West Richgate Street, entering the backyard. Oh, this was lovely: an upscale, beautiful two-story luxury nest, isolated from its neighbors, by at least three hundred feet on either side. The lights were off, and there were absolutely zero cars in proximity. Who knew what this beauty had to offer. It was clearly ripe for the plucking.

She checked her knapsack for the first necessity: her all-purpose lock pick. Her starting point seemed to be the upstairs backdoor. There appeared to be no first-floor access from this side, but that was okay. She placed a black sneaker on the step and shifted weight, testing the sound waves. Nothing. The back steps arched to the second floor in two sets of seven. She took them quick and quiet.

So far, things were going swimmingly. She reached the back porch on top and cautiously peeked through the windows. Seeing nothing but darkened furniture, she crouched, alit her watch for a time check, turned its light off and rose for the door.

She took hold of the knob, eased in the pick and set to work, keeping an eye peeled for activity. None to deter her, she proceeded to pick till she compromised the lock and forced access. Slipping the door ajar as silently as possible, she took a noiseless breath, and wiped the sweat off her brow. Ah, air conditioning. All black in summer wasn’t fun, even at night. She removed her sneakers, depositing them in the sack, and swapped them for her flashlight and empty bag. Time to begin “shopping,” using her trusty five-finger discount.

CREAK.

Oooh! she thought, hearing the kitchen’s tile floor. Fuck. Even if I am alone, let’s try to avoid that shit.

The kitchen offered little of value, and she wasn’t hungry. She cast both steely eyes out to the living and dining room. Aha—bingo. She found ceramics, silver, candlesticks and other valuables. Her left gloved paw held the bag and flashlight, as the grubby dominant right began snatching and snitching. She thought she heard something faint coming from below, but it wasn’t audible enough to discern.

Hm…must be my imagination.

Sandy’d headed downstairs and dropped in the john beside the basement door to answer a sudden but mild call of nature. She emerged, turned to the closed basement door, hearing Lou inside, and reached for the knob.

CREAK.

Sandra froze. Her eyes widened as she looked up, from whence came the sound. That definitely wasn’t her. They kept no pets in the house, and she’d just walked right past the front door. There were still no cars out mecidiyeköy escort front either. All the guests were right here behind the basement door, and she’d just been upstairs a minute ago. There was no one there. Only her, before she’d come down…

Which could only mean…

Sandy’s face filled with horror.

Oh my God.

Her heart picked up abrupt speed as her blood chilled. Her first instinct was to run upstairs for either the phone or light switch, but she was terrified of what might happen. Whoever’d somehow come into their house could be armed, dangerous, deranged, or all of the above. Sandy silently whimpered, compelling her body to unfreeze. She turned the knob, rushed inside and grabbed Lou by the arm.

“Stop the announcement,” Sandy hissed, demanding his attention with wary, alarmed eyes. “Emergency.”

“Wh—” Lou did not understand, nor lower his voice to the level of his wife’s. “Honey, what’re you talking about? What emergency?”

Sandra gripped him, dead serious, and leaned in closer to his ear.

“A fucking burglar in the house, Lou. That’s what the hell emergency.”

Lou’s eyes now logically grew as saucer-wide as hers. His own voice deepened.

“Oh God.”

Sandy nodded frantically, about to rip his tuxedo sleeve off.

“YEAH. That’s right, ‘Oh God!'”

“Sandy, are you sure it’s a burglar?”

“…NO, Lou! Maybe Garrison Keillor came over to tell us a story! Maybe he just forgot to knock first before coming the fuck in!”

“Okay, okay; point taken.”

“Lou, I need your help! We can’t get a cell signal down here, and I’m too scared to go back up there without you!”

Lou suddenly realized how serious the situation was.

“Oh, God…” he repeated. “What about them?”

“Eh—ladies and gents,” Sandra addressed their friends. “I’m…eh…I’m afraid we’ve had a, uh…something of a separate situation arise. It’s-it’s nothing to do with you, or with tonight’s event. And the absolute last thing we wanna do’s frighten you. But at least for the next little while, we feel it best if you all please…just stay right where you are. Please, this…this is just something we need you to do for us right now. Just remain in your seats, and we’ll just…take care of this.” She gave a tug on Lou’s arm, and they turned to leave together before concerning anyone further.

Neither wanted to be first back up the stairs, but Lou steeled his nerves and cautiously led the way.

“Grab something for protection,” Sandy quietly advised.

“If the path’s clear to the fireplace I’ll get the poker.”

“Excellent choice.”

“Should we hit the lights?”

“I don’t think so; they could be dangerous. We don’t even know how many there are.”

“Good point. A’right, Sandy, see if you can find your phone, and call the police. I’ll get the poker and find him. Or them. Whatever.”

“All right, Lou, but for God’s sake, be careful. He—or they—might have a gun.”

They reached the top of the steps. All ears, they heard sounds of rifling and trifling coming from their left—their very…private quarters.

*****

Freaks And Creaks

Friday, August 26th, 2016, 9:08 p.m.

Having indeed moved on to the Burtons’ master, their robber carried on her wicked ways, adding more goods to her sack. No one knew what to find staking out a new room or house, which was especially true in this case. And this young lady didn’t surprise or shock quite so easily anymore. However, the contents of a few drawers did not fail to startle her.

In two side by side, she found: velvet handcuffs, silk scarves, lacewear, riding crops, several varieties of feathers, dildos and electronic toys, Violet wands, genital rings, leather straps, masks, gels, oils and lubricants. The elusive visitor did not mind admitting, rooting through these articles placed suggestive thoughts in her mind. Its one single track was very nearly derailed.

Oh, my…God, she thought. Who…

…WHO the hell lives here??

CREAK.

Damn it to hell, another noisy spot. So help me, floor, shut the fuck up!

Had the air conditioner in the hallway not been running, she might’ve heard something else as well.

*****

To Catch AWell, You Know

Friday, August 26th, 2016, 9:08 p.m.

“Dear God, Lou, they’re in our bedroom.”

“Or the john.”

“What in the fucking hell would they wanna steal from the john??”

“I dunno. Maybe they’re treating it like a hotel.”

“This is no goddamn time for jokes. Just get the poker. I know I left my phone in the living room somewhere.”

Now upstairs, the Burtons both headed right. Lou indeed fetched the fireplace poker as silently as possible, while Sandy tried azeri escort to recall just where she’d put her cell. Lou took a breath, tried to keep calm, and doubled back down the hall. This was extra frightening with little visibility, but now at least he had a means of defense. He crept towards the bedroom, hoping the thieves didn’t hear his heart pounding. Finally, he got just close enough to peek inside.

He could make out a single figure in the room. Its back was to him, going through their things. Lou felt a conflict of emotion as he saw this confirmation of terror in living albeit dark color. On one hand, natch, he was wigged out. On the other, via equal logic, he was livid at the prospect—nay, the absolute spectacle—of an intruder forcing ungranted access into his and his wife’s home. It was a fundamental cause and effect. A crime was being committed, right in his house. In his room, no less. It was up to him to hold this psycho at bay, at least until the cops arrived. Still, he had to exercise discretion. He didn’t want to spring his presence until he was ready to strike.

Not that he was used to handling situations like this. His stomach was flipping under his tux. He tried to determine the most effective method to confront and take control. Even given the circumstances, using the poker for a javelin and shish-kabob’ing the thief seemed a bit much. Using the non-pointy end to stun their uninvited guest was a better idea. Obviously, he didn’t want to tip the burglar off, giving him cue and time to go for a weapon. Lou repositioned the poker in his hands before he noticed the thief turning back around.

Shit! He gave a silent gasp and panicked, making a quick and quiet two-step retreat. He seized his only option, slipping behind, into the side hall closet that doubled as a laundry hamper. There was barely enough space to conceal himself. He hoped Sandy had located her phone and a safe corner to scurry off and call by now. But whether she had or not, the robber could decide to finish casing the pad and hit the road at any point. He had to do something. Out into the hallway, cast from the bedroom window, spilled the shadow. As soon as the figure belonging to it appeared…so did the answer. Willing his night vision not to deceive him, Lou waited for just the precise moment to strike, slipped out his foot…and left the rest to physics and gravity.

His diligent timing paid off. Their thief tripped, lost her balance and landed on the floor with a hushed “Uhhhffff!”

Losing no nervous excitement in the craziness of it all, Lou pounced and straddled her. “Sandy, hit the lights!” he shouted.

“Lou?? Y—”

“Just do it!” he reiterated. “I’ve got him! Trust me!”

Sandra hurried to the wall and flipped the switches. The second floor alit. She saw her husband down the hall, indeed pinning down the stealthy, ski-masked intruder, struggling to snatch her wrists behind her back.

“Oh my God!” Sandy exclaimed. “Way to go, honey! ‘Atta boy!”

“You got your phone?”

“Just found it! Perfect timing!”

“Good! Call the cops.”

The intruder’s ears perked up.

“NO!” she yelled from underneath Lou. “Please, I don’t wanna be arrested! I can’t go to prison! They’ll fucking eat me alive!”

Both Burtons peered down quizzically at their strange visitor who’d just piped up. Looking back up at one another, Lou spoke first.

“…Sandy, it’s a girl.”

Said girl grunted, trying to wriggle out from under her host. “It’s a girl.” Like she had just been born, for fuck’s sake.

“No shit I’m a girl, Sherlock!” she yelled. “What’d you think I was, an alien?!”

“I guess we just assumed you were a man, young lady,” he said condescendingly. “Can’t judge a crook by his—or her—cover, obviously.”

“Well, who gives a flying fuck what’s between her legs?!” Sandra demanded. “She’s a burglar! She broke into our house!”

“Hey, no argument here!” Lou concurred. “I already said call the police!”

“No! Please don’t!” repeated the burglar. “I can’t go! I won’t go! Please, I’ll do anything! ANYthing!!”

Sandy started dialing. “Oh, give it up, ya lowlife creep. Hope you get a nice queen bitch in the big house.”

Lou felt the guest stop struggling so much underneath him. She gave a whimper, letting her face drop into the carpet.

“What’re you packing?” he wanted to know. “Gun, knife, what?”

“Just my blade,” she muttered into the rug.

“What?”

“My blade,” she stated distinctly, raising her head. “That’s it, just my knife. Nothing else.”

“Yeah, get me the police,” she heard the lady called Sandy order.

The burglar started crying. “Oh, God, I’m going to jail,” she wept.

“If you’re a big enough—and stupid enough—girl to break into someone’s house and take their stuff,” the lady shouted down at her, “Then you’re big enough to pay the price for it. Cry me a fuckin’ river.”

Lou thought of something. He suddenly wanted to see what this girl looked like. He eased off her just a bit and pulled her over onto her back. “A’right. C’mon, sweetcakes, turn around,” he commanded. “Over we go, c’mon.”

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Inside I’ve always known there is nowhere I would rather be than on my knees sucking cock and doing what he tells me. I also know how lucky I am when he allows me to be tied as its one of my favorite things!

Today is my lucky day….

I have painstakingly prepared myself the way he prefers, ensuring all of the little details are completed. All items he could possibly want laid out for him to inspect and use as he sees fit. Once those tasks are complete I tend to my body. I clean and shave everywhere that needs to be. I oil my skin just enough to make it soft yet not enough to make me slippery. Once my preparation is complete I slip to my knees with anticipation, clasp my hands behind my neck, extend my elbows out wide and cast my eyes down. A quiver of lust shakes my body as I settle myself. I feel his presence in the room long before he utters a word. I know if I were to glance up to look I would get something that would make me miserable instead of the exquisite pleasure I’ve been told is coming. I manage to control my urge as my desire to obey his wishes is great, and my need to know what bebek escort happens next about on par with it.

He speaks softly, yet his voice is strong, “Are you ready, my pet?”

“Yes Master, I am ready.”

“Well, my pet, let me see how well you got everything ready.” I wait, anticipating him finding something wrong or not up to par. “It would appear that you have done well my pet. It seems you will indeed get your little treat.”

As he steps in front of me I try to prepare myself as I am loath to give up full control. It is something I struggle with something he has been more than happy to assist me in losing.

It is then that I realize he is getting ready to place a blindfold on me…relax…breath…

“Are you ok, my pet? You seem a bit jumpy.”

“Yes Master, I am just unsettled by the blindfold.”

“Aww” he growls out, “My sweet little slut, you just wait for what I have in store for you.”

Mmm, that change in tone, deeper, stronger, more commanding voice coming out…I feel my cunt clench and begin to swell as the juices begin to mecidiyeköy escort flow.

“Open your mouth, slut.”

I don’t even opt to say, “Yes Master”. The tone used indicates that would displease and be seen as a delay. A delay he would not like. I feel him place the gag in my mouth then ensure I can’t move or displace it as he tightens the leather straps up. I can’t see or talk, a woman’s worst nightmare…my greatest desire. Just this little bit has me so excited. I hear your comments about it. I feel your hand tighten on my collar.

“When I jerk, you better stand.”

I mutter, “Yes Master,” into the gag.

You chuckle, “Oh my pet, it’s so tight I can’t hear my favorite words come out of your mouth.”

“How will you beg me to cum?”

“How will you ask for permission to let my cunt release its sweet nectar?”

“Poor, sweet pet, what were you thinking by asking for this?”

I moan against the gag, half protesting, knowing how bad I want this to happen. He knows it’s just for show as I begged for it, pleaded, and he consented. I will get it and then some.

I florya escort feel his hand tighten at my collar anticipating his command I spring to my feet.

“Feeling a bit anxious slut? I could make you sit here long anticipating…but I don’t think you would behave…you’re going to need your hands for this part.”

I move my hands in front and feel the side of the wood surface…oh how I’ve waited to be attached to this table he constructed!

First, waiting for the leather gear to arrive. Second, locating and purchasing the correct lumber he wanted. Smiling, thinking of while I watched him sweat and toil, building something that I knew I would be strapped to it for his pleasure. It makes this even better as tonight is about pleasure alright, torturous pleasure!

I feel the hardness of the sides and the soft padded covered top just enough to protect my knees or back whichever end may be down or up. I step up and climb on as I feel him tug my leash I scoot closer to the edge.

“A little more, pet, I must connect your collar to this lovely chin rest…”

I don’t recall what you’re talking about as there has never been one on this…yet I feel the D-ring clip my neck to the padded rest sitting at the perfect height.

Again, I try to mumble against the gag, “Thank you Master” only to hear him chuckle an evil laugh…”You won’t be thanking me soon, My pet.”

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Chapter 5

I expect a sinister basement; damp, dim, forbidding. Doug’s dungeon isn’t any of these things.

The St. Andrews Cross in a corner does look intimidating. And the ceiling is criss-crossed with visible metal beams, some with chains hanging down. But aside from these things? The room is, like the upstairs, warm. There are windows set high in the walls, looking onto the backyard, and through this, beams of sunlight come streaming down. The floor is tiled, with throw rugs spread across; shades of red and oranges everywhere again. There’s a bed in the room; a comfortable looking king-size bed – made with pristine white sheets, and a white throw on top. I pause; look around; take it in.

Doug watches me, a twinkle of amusement in his eyes. “Not what you expected?” he asks me.

“No…” I confess. “I thought it’d be more like the House of Pain.”

Doug laughs. “The House of Pain stage? Come on, Sara, John is creating a world of make-believe; his stage needs to be dramatic. Me, I’m just looking to get laid.” He winks at me when he says that, wiggles his eyebrows at me.

I burst out laughing. He’s deliberately easing my tension; making me laugh; causing me to relax. I very much like Doug at this moment.

Doug moves towards me; I stop laughing. There’s electricity in the air; I remember how strong his hands felt on my body; how good it felt to be kissed by him. I take a half-step towards him. We are standing, facing each other, in the centre of the room.

Doug reaches out, runs a finger under the strap of my sundress. It’s a simple gesture, but his touch inflames me. I look into his eyes; there’s desire in them.

“Can you take off your dress?”

I nod. For the moment, he’s keeping this interaction as close to vanilla as possible. If I could ignore the St. Andrews Cross in the corner, this might almost be a guy I meet at a club. I focus on that thought as a way to still my nerves. I unbutton the couple of buttons that holds the dress in place, slide out of it, letting the dress pool at my feet.

His eyes are on my body, and now, his hands are too. He’s pushing me towards the bed, and I sink into it, Doug sliding next to me. He leans against the headboard, pulls me on his lap, and unerringly finds that spot on my neck again; that spot that is oh-so-connected to my pussy. I moan.

His pace is maddeningly slow; he hasn’t touched my breasts yet, and I want him to, so badly. I shift again, try to thrust my breasts outward; shamelessly hoping he’ll touch me.

“Are you trying to tell me something, Sara?” His voice is slightly amused.

“Please…” I mumble, colouring. “Touch me…”

“Touch you where?”

Damn it, do I have to spell it out? “Touch my nipples, please…” I beg. I am shameless. But his mouth on my neck has set my blood roaring, and I need to feel his hands and his mouth on my nipples.

“In that case, Sara…” his voice chides. “Try holding still. The more you wiggle, the longer you’ll have to wait for me to touch them, ok?”

Ouch. That’s it; the iron fist in a velvet glove. I hold still; whimpering. I need him to touch my nipples; under my bra, they’ve grown erect, and are aching for stimulation.

Just like that, I realize, he’s in charge. He doesn’t need to tie me up; or whip me. I’ve held still because he’s asked me to. It’s a little disconcerting, honestly.

I’m quickly distracted from that thought though; because now, his mouth is tracing a hot path down my middle. My pussy throbs in need; is he going to kiss me there too? Is he going to slide off my panties?

I want desperately to thrust my hips towards him, but I do as he told me instead. I hold still.

“Nice…” he says approvingly, noticing my stillness. His voice is warm, and his approval sends tingles running through me. “Such good behaviour deserves a reward, don’t you think?”

“Absolutely,” I say at once, then bite my tongue. Keep the sass under control, Sara, I warn myself. But Doug doesn’t seem perturbed at the sass; his lips twitch; and his hands move towards my bra, unclasps it, slides it off my shoulders.

“Even more gorgeous close up…” he says again, though this time, his eyes are on my breasts. “I’m pretty sure every guy in the audience Saturday night wanted to do this to you, Sara…” He runs his fingers over my nipples, teasing them even further, till they stand out, erect. He takes a nipple between his fingers, pinches and pulls it, hard enough to be painful; soft enough to send bolts of pleasure coursing through me.

“And every guy in that audience definitely wanted to do this…” He lowers his mouth onto my nipple. I groan. He grazes my nipples between his teeth; and the act sends shock waves of pleasure all through my body. I moan; I arch towards him, helpless in the face of the feel of him.

A quick, hard pinch on my nipple. cihangir escort “Keep still…” he chides again.

“Sorry,” I mutter. I’m not being a very good submissive; not according to the reading I have done on the internet.

His mouth has moved to my other nipple, and it is all I can do to hold still. I want to touch him, to pull his head onto mine, to feel his hard cock drive into my shuddering pussy. This pace, this slow, deliberate pace that he’s setting; it is maddening.

“Doug…” I moan. “I want to touch you…” My voice is heavy with need.

“And you will, Sara…” he promises. “Just not yet…”

His hands move over me, his mouth traces a warm path. My pussy is drenched; the slow seduction performing its magic.

His fingers finally graze my panties. I still immediately, with a sharp intake of breath. I can’t believe how wet I am; how aroused. “Please…” I beg, my voice high and keening.

“Patience…” Doug urges, his voice hoarse. I can feel his erection; he’s affected by this too. But his control is flawless. He strokes me through the panties, feels their dampness.

“Having fun, Sara?” There’s male satisfaction in his voice.

I’m too aroused to be annoyed by the display of male pride; I want him to rip my panties off; I want him to thrust hard into me.

I keep still instead.

“Good girl.” Again, approval in his voice, and again, he’s got a reward for me. He tugs my panties down, past my knees; I kick them off. They land on the floor somewhere.

Doug is gazing at my pussy; his gaze smouldering. I’ve shaved; and he parts my outer pussy lips, traces the inner folds with his fingers. I whimper. He bends his head, takes a long, slow lick. I whimper yet again, my hands clutching his head.

Finally, after what seems like hours, he lowers his mouth on my clitoris, sucking it into his mouth, while he thrusts two fingers into my pussy. I moan; whimper. This is so good…. I feel the tension build in me, and I know I’m not going to last very long at all; I’ve been ready to explode all during his slow exploration of my body.

He slides his hand under me, pulls me up into his mouth. I clutch at his head, fighting the need to pull him deep within me, and never let him go.

My eyes meet his; the heat in my eyes are mirrored in his, and that does it; I can’t last anymore; my body spasms, and my orgasm rips through me in a pulsing of electricity.

He doesn’t stop licking all through my orgasm; his tongue stays on me, his fingers pump in and out, and as the tremors finally ease, he gently gives me one final lick, and raises his head.

“I’m pretty sure every guy at the House of Pain wanted to do that, wanted to be the person sending you over the edge…” He sounds pleased. Men.

“Doug…” I whisper, “I want to touch you…”

“In a second, baby…” he says. He gets off the bed; quickly undresses; grabs something from a drawer.

I gaze at him in turn; transfixed. He is gorgeous. Lean and hard and muscled, with a sprinkling of chest hair that snakes downwards in a pathway towards his cock, standing erect and engorged. His cock. I sigh softly; it is long and hard, and I want to feel it more than anything in the world.

“Sara…” he says softly. He shows me what’s in his hands. It’s a pair of nipple clamps. “I’m going to put them on your nipples, Sara,” he says, and this time, there’s muted command in his voice. “And then, I want you to ride me…”

Yes. I get to feel him inside me; he’s not going to tie me up, I get to touch him. I smile at him. “Okay,” I say. My voice sounds gleeful. He looks a little startled at the tone in my voice; and then grins at me.

The clamps are tight; slightly painful. I wince for a moment, as my nipples get accustomed to their feel. Slowly, the pain recedes to the background, and my nipples throb. Doug lies down on the bed, quickly rolls on a condom. He nudges my hips towards him.

I lean over, straddle him. I feel powerful. I grab his cock, slide his head around the entrance to my pussy, just a little, just a tiny bit of teasing, to make up for how long he’s kept me aroused. He growls; a low, sexy sound in his throat. “Don’t tease, baby…”

I don’t tease. I can’t – I ache to feel him inside me. I slide down his length; adjusting as I take in his girth. I feel stretched, full. My pussy aches again with arousal, as I slowly raise my hips, and come down on him again.

Gradually, I get a rhythm going. Each time I come down on his cock, my breasts bounce, intensifying the ache in my nipples. They are sweet distraction; and my brain is torn, trying to process the two sensations at the same time. I move up and down on Doug’s thick length; as he grips my hips, looks into his eyes. I can see smouldering need there; and I respond to it, increasing my pace just a little, inclining my body so that he’s hitting my g-spot with each thrust.

That serves as my undoing. I speed up my rhythm, each time, mecidiyeköy escort his beautiful cock comes in contact with that spot in my pussy, I jump a little; bite my lips. I’m moving faster, harder, grinding down on his cock, grabbing his shoulders and forearms, running my hands over his chest, whimpering as the tremors run through me. I can feel the muscles in my pussy clamp down on Doug; and the ache in my nipples intensify as I bounce harder on him, and then, I’m breaking apart again in a powerful, shuddering orgasm, and as the muscles in my pussy contract around his cock, he comes too, with a groan.

I get off him; he pulls me next to him. His body is warm; he feels good next to me.

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Chapter 6

Doug’s fallen asleep next to me. I lie quietly, not wanting to disturb him.

Instead, I try to process the sex.

Not what I expected. That’s the first thought that pops through my head, and I explore that, trying to understand exactly what I had thought this encounter would be like. “I thought there’d be more ordering around…” I’ve read a thousand BDSM stories, seen a thousand BDSM videos. I thought I’d spend some time on my knees, sucking him off, and if I did a good job, he’d let me come.

I shake my head. His control is much more subtle than that. I get a sense that there won’t be too much ordering around with Doug. So far today, he’s made mild requests, with rewards for good behaviour. I’m being trained to obey. That thought scares me a little.

But I can’t deny the wetness that seeped through my panties at his impeccable control of my body.

I don’t want to think about this; to think about the nature of his control on me. Although there’s been a deep craving for pain inside me for many years, I’m not sure if I’m ready to do this, to cede control to Doug. Someone I barely know.

But the sex… the sex was amazing.

“So have sex with him, Sara…” I tell myself. “Just don’t get involved.”

***

Things like that are always easier said than done. When Doug wakes, he stretches, deliciously. “I have to walk Alia,” he says, “else she’ll get really, really cranky. Want to come with me, and then, maybe, we can do this again?”

Yes. Doing this again sounds very good. I can’t take my eyes off Doug’s naked body. I nod my agreement; hunt for my panties.

Alia is delirious with joy when she sees the leash; her tail wagging hard in enthusiasm. I laugh at her; she’s adorable, and her good-humour is pretty contagious. We set off for a walk.

“Tell me about yourself…” Doug prompts, as we wander in the streets of Rosedale. But this is precisely what I don’t want to do. My resolve to not get involved with Doug means that I have to keep our relationship purely sexual.

“There’s not a lot to tell…” I say evasively. It strikes me that I do actually have to tell him something though; he doesn’t know I’ve given my two weeks’ notice. I tell him.

“Where are you going to be working, what are you going to be doing?” he asks me. He’s genuinely interested. Crap. Sex, Doug, let’s keep this about sex.

I name my new employer. They are a small, but very well-regarded marketing agency; one of the few harnessing old-media and new-media effectively. He nods appreciatively as I name them. “Good place to work for…” he says. “I went to college with the COO – James Milner. He’s a good guy; you’ll enjoy working there…”

Damn him. I’m unprepared for his warmth and interest. I mumble something; turn the conversation to his neighborhood; to the beautifully landscaped gardens. We chat about flowers and herbs, and the challenges of growing tomatoes and basil on a balcony, and other such things for the next half-hour.

***

We are back at Doug’s dungeon. I can see why he used the word ironically; there’s even a fireplace on one wall.

“Let’s up the intensity, okay?” His voice is relaxed. I’m not; I’m instantly nervous, though I’m not sure why.

He leans forward, kisses me… “Relax, baby,” he chides, gently.

He removes my clothing swiftly; no torturous, drawn-out teasing this time. I’m naked, and he’s gazing at me with heat in his eyes.

“So when John bent you over the sawhorse that first time…” he starts, conversationally.

Whoa. “You were there the first time?” I ask. That was before he met me at the work meet-and-greet. “I met you at a work meet-and-greet, did you recognize me then?”

He shrugs. “I wasn’t entirely sure it was you… I was sure after the second show…”

Oh. I’m not sure how to react to this; and so I say nothing.

“So when John bent you over the sawhorse,” he continues. “I thought, what a waste… sure, I’d spank that ass…” He runs his hands over my ass, kneading them slightly. “But then, that beautiful pussy is on display… that pretty little ass… so many other things you can do…”

He opens a closet I haven’t noticed, pulls out a sawhorse. “You already know how this works, Sara…” kurtuluş escort he says to me. “Bend over, please.”

Oh, but this is so different from the House of Pain. That experience, while arousing, was also impersonal. John’s touch was professional, indifferent.

This is not the House of Pain. There’s intimacy in the air; I’ve very aware that I slept with Doug earlier today. Doug’s touch is different too; it’s more real somehow. My body is not responding to a fantasy this time; no, my body is responding to Doug, and what Doug’s going to do to me.

Doug buckles my arms in. He takes his time, draws it out… strokes me gently as he ties me down. “So pretty, Sara…” he mutters, as he takes the sight of me in. I feel the heat rise in the room as my gaze meets his.

He comes around, runs his hands over my naked ass. “So nice…” he says again. I flush.

“Part your legs, Sara,” he instructs. He has a spreader bar in his hand; he cuffs me into it.

I take stock of my position. I’m bent over at the waist; I’m completely naked; my legs are spread wide; my ass is in the air. My pussy is moist; it is responding to my immobility. Doug moves in front of me, looks into my eyes. “You okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” I reply. In a way, there’s reassurance in the sawhorse. I’ve done this before; I’ve been spanked hard in front of an audience. I can handle the sawhorse.

Or so I think. As Doug kneels behind me, his tongue licking my pussy, I realize I might not be able to handle the sawhorse at all.

So good. So very, very good. His tongue laps me slowly, deliberately. I squirm in my bindings as every little sensation runs through me. I clench my fists as little waves of pleasure run through me at the feel of his mouth on my pussy. He’s very, very good; and he’s in absolutely no hurry. His licks are long, leisurely.

I groan. Tied as I am, I don’t have any traction to push back, to thrust my hips into his mouth. I can only feel. I close my eyes; let the sensations course through me. The slight ache in my shoulders, the clenched muscles of my inner thighs, spread wide open. Doug’s tongue, tracing idle paths in my pussy.

Suddenly, smack. His hand has spanked my right butt, hard. I groan again. His mouth is still on my pussy, with his maddeningly slow exploration of my body. His hand is stroking my ass, soothing the spot where he’s smacked me.

Now, he’s sucking my pussy lips into my mouth, and I can’t take this pace. “Doug, please…” I beg.

“Patience, baby.” His voice is muffled. “Mmm… you are so tasty…”

I cream even more at his words. My pussy is dripping, and he’s lapping up every little bit. His hands are on my inside thighs, pushing them further apart, his hands are spanking me gently, his hands are running small circles around my puckered asshole, and I’m coming undone at this overload of sensation.

“Want to come, Sara?” he asks me.

“Please…” I half-sob. I can hear the quiver of need in my voice.

“Mmm. Let’s see…” His voice is thoughtful. His fingers have replaced his tongue in my pussy; three of his fingers are in my pussy, and he’s slowly moving them in and out, and I can only squirm in response.

“Please…” I beg again.

“Please what, baby? What would you like me to do?”

“Please… Doug, I want to come…” I beg.

“I’m not stopping you, Sara,” he points out. His fingers are in and out of my pussy, sending pulse-waves of pleasure running through my body, but I need his fingers on my clitoris.

“Doug, please… touch me…” I plead.

“Touch you where, Sara?” His voice is calm.

I flush. I’m not typically shy, but this control he’s displaying is making me shy. I’m unraveling in front of him; and he’s still fully clothed; in perfect charge, and I’m reduced to begging him for release.

“Please touch my clitoris, Doug,” I mumble, blushing all over my body.

“Like this?” Doug’s thumb brushes across my clitoris. I moan. It feels so good. But his thumb leaves my clitoris, and I groan.

“Doug, please…” I beg again. I want this so much.

“Sweet Sara…” he says. He gets to his feet, kisses my back. “Have you ever had a butt plug in your ass, Sara?”

“No.” My voice is wary now.

He moves away for a minute, comes back with a bulb-shaped plug in his hands. It looks like it is made of stainless steel. Probably one of the House of Pain editions. “I’ll be very, very gentle, ok, baby?” He waits for my assent.

I take a deep breath. “Will it hurt?” I ask, my trepidation clearly audible in my voice.

“A little. You’ve experienced far more pain at the House of Pain, though, if that helps. I’m pretty sure you can handle this.”

I take a deep breath. I’ve let him tie me up; so clearly, there’s some level of trust. Now, I just need to take one little step further.

“I have a safeword, right?” Again, I hear the tremor in my voice.

“Always.” He kneels, looks into my eyes. “Baby, you never need to be afraid of me. I will stop if you want me to, at any point. But give it a try; I think you’ll enjoy it.”

“Okay,” I whisper.

“Good girl,” he says, swiftly kissing me on the lips. He moves behind me. He kisses my back again. There’s reassurance in his gesture; I feel myself begin to calm.

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Brittney got dressed and told us to do the same. We headed back to her office so she could explain everything. We all sat in the lounge area and Britney said not to worry. Sara would have to dominate someone in front of the board. She looked at me and said that I have to be the person being dominated. I looked over at Sara and she had a huge grin on her face.

Britney told us not to worry that this was just a formality. She said the board will listen to her recommendation and that they just like to get their rocks off watching the newbies. We had some more paper work to do and then asked to give her a few minutes to get the board together.

She came back into her room and said they were gathering in the observation room and to follow her. She took us to a room with lockers in it and told us to get undressed and we both stripped down to what we had under our cloths.

She handed Sara a collar and leash and told Sara to put it on me. She did and they both lead me to a door to the side of the locker room. She stopped before she opened it and told us that Sara had to be in control. They like women who can be femdoms. She told Sara not to hold back because they knew he is your husband and you will get a lot of appointments from them if they can see the real you.

She told us to wait a few minutes and then to come in the door. Sara flung the door open and pulled me through. I was shocked but excited as well. We looked up and noticed this room was more like a theater and we were on the stage. The audience was above us, we could clearly see at least 10 people. The two that were the most visible were Britney and Glen. Sara loved an audience.

She pulled me over to the cross yelling “FOLLOW ME PET!”

She attached me to the cross facing the audience. As she did she slapped me a couple times and whispered “don’t worry, I’ll be gentle.” She walked over to the wall and grabbed a switch with a leather patch on the end. The kind horseback riders use. She started slapping my hips with it. I was yelling ouch, playing it Betist up a bit for our audience.

She was sliding it all over my body. Then she lifted up my thong with it and my boner fell out. She giggled and said “it looks like someone is enjoying this.” I heard the crowd giggle.

It was true, seeing this side of Sara was turning me on. Sara walked over and grabbed something from a table and came back to me. She cut off my thong and freed my cock and balls. I was watching the ladies whisper to the person next to them. What a turn on.

Sara whacked my cock lightly and I yelled as the crowd gasped. She was talking to them and telling them that she could tell that I wanted her pussy. She also told them that I could not have it unless Britney approved. I was thinking “good one”, as my boner got even harder.

Sara removed her studded bra as she walked back to me. She started teasing me with them. Holding them up to my mouth and pulling them away as my tongue got close. I could see in her eyes that she was really enjoying this. She playfully whacked my boner as she walked back to the wall.

She replaced the implement she had with a silk whip. She released me and turned me around so my ass faced the crowd. She told me to stick it out so they could get a good look as she whipped me repeatedly. I begged her to beat it red.

I was watching her out of the corner of my eye as she slipped her latex shorts down, bending so the board would get the best view of her ass. As she did that Britney yelled. “Strap on time!”

“Fuck!”

Sara came into view at the box of goodies. She picked up a dildo but it was one of those two sided ones that did not need a strap. She removed her thong and I could see it was soaked at the crotch with her juices. As she slipped her end into her soaking wet cunt she picked up some lube and her thong at the same time.

She walked up and stuffed silky thong into my mouth. I could taste her sex and it was yummy! She could see my fear and was enjoying it. She slapped Betist Giriş my ass with her gloved hand as she lubed up her tool.

“Stick it out!”

She reached around and stroked my throbbing cock as she positioned herself behind me. Fortunately it did not look like a huge one and could hear a buzz. She slipped it in as I screamed out! She held it in for a bit as it vibrated. She was stroking me quickly.

After the initial shock it actually started to feel good. Sara dropped my cock and started to pound her vibrating cock in and out of me. It was clear to me that it became more about her pleasure at this point. She was adjusting the vibration to hit her spot and soon moaned with the release of an orgasm I could only guess was awesome.

The audience applauded. Someone even whistled.

Sara moved back but left her cock behind, still vibrating in my little butthole. She soaked her latex covered fingers in her pussy and teased me with it, rubbing some of it on my nose.

Britney yelled “HE MY TASTE YOU!”

Sara moaned and walked over and undid my shackles. She grabbed my leash and led me to a bed. She said that her cock better not fall out of me. I clenched my butt cheeks as I walked over to the bed. She told me to lie down.

She sat right on my face and soaked it with her warm fluid. I was lapping up what I could like a puppy as she slid her cock back in me. A muffled moan came from under her.

Britney yelled “FINISH HIM!”

Sara started stroking me as while riding my face. She must have been using her own juice as her gloved hand stroked me fast. She could probably feel my moans more than hearing them and must have realized I was close. She ripped her vibrating cock out of me. The sudden pain and pleasure sent me over the top and I sprayed as the audience applauded and yelled their approval of the show. That sent Sara over the edge and her juice flowed over my chin.

We were catching our breath when Britney yelled. “APPROACH THE BOARD!”

We both jumped up and walked over to stand in front of Britney and Glen. Totally nude and felt totally venerable.

“Anyone have any questions!”

“You two are married?”

I started to answer but Sara slapped me and jerked on the leash.”SHUT UP! Sorry, he forgets his place sometimes, yes, we are married.”

She told me to get on my knees and be quiet.

Britney had a huge grin on her face after that. She than asked “Did you enjoy putting on this show for us tonight?”

“Very much so, she exclaimed. I would love working here and I am sure your clients would enjoy them as well.”

A woman in the front row asked. “Are you willing to share your pet with me?”

Sara said she would as long as she can be present and enjoy the fun as well.

I grinned and looked up as Sara and she just ignored me waiting for more questions.

Britney asked, “Any more questions?”

Silence! “Very well.” Please take your pet and get cleaned up.

I will come get you in a few minutes and we will talk about the next steps.

Sara led me to the locker room. When we got there, two girls were waiting with towels and walked us to the showers. It was an open area with room for at least 20 people to shower. She asked Sara to remove my collar and told her she would place it in her locker for her. We chose two showers that were closest to use and started the water.

As we were waiting for it to get warm Sara just blurted out “That was so damn hot!” I told her that I agreed and was pleasantly surprised at how she could be dominating. We hugged under the warm water and started making out. To my surprise I was getting hard again.

I lathered up Sara and bent her over so just her ass was out of the warm stream of water. I started pounding her hot wet pussy. She was enjoying it but stopped me by pulling me out of her warm wet cunt. She moved it up to her ass and said. “Here, you deserve this after what I just did to you.”

I pushed it is slowly. It slid in easy after soaking my cock with her juice and Sara’s ass was nice and soapy.

Just as we were starting to get into it Britney walked in. “You guys! Can’t you control it! Just come to my office when you are ready.” Then she walked out.

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I saw you step through the door. The room is dark and you look nervous. Eyes darting around the darkened house, looking for me. You hesitate closing the door, blanketing the room completely in darkness. You stand there, your little backpack in your hand.

From across the kitchen and in to the living room, I sit there watching you. My eyes long ago adjusting to the darkness. I can see your face, look of uncertainty.

“Mistress…..”

I say nothing. Letting your words get swallowed by the silence.

“Mistress are you there?”

Silence.

“Shut up boy, of course I am here.”

I can see your figure freeze, startled.

“Put your backpack down.”

“Kick your boots off.”

“Take your shirt off.”

“Roughly grab your right nipple with your finger tips. Squeeze hard, turning 180 degrees, pinch the tipper harder as you pull off.”

“Ahhhh, ohhhhh.”

I can see you hurting yourself, loving it. Your head back a bit, eyes closed.

“Now do the same to your left one.”

The moan escaped your lips, broken.

“Did you like that, my little pain whore.”

“God yes!”

“Take your pants off, slowly. Unbutton them as I watch you, rub yourself in the material before you slip them off.”

“Slide your boxers down, when you get to your ankles, hold that position.”

I watched you pull them down, your hands pausing at your ankles. You do not move. I smile to myself, good boy. I get up from the chair, walking quickly to you. Coming up behind your exposed ass. I take my crop and smack you hard on your right cheek. You jump in surprise a gasp is audible.

I laugh, “Didn’t see that coming, eh?”

Not waiting for a response, I smack you harder on your left ass cheek. I pull back and aim again, lower. The leather strands coming down with a thwack, hard on your balls, inner upper thighs.

Your body jerks, pleasing me further. I hit you 4 more times twice on each cheek. I hit you on your thighs, your back, gently tracing the red marks softly with the strands afterwards. I bend down, biting your ass, making you jump. Laughing I continue. Biting your ribs. Extremely pleased with every moan, whimper and plea that I can coerce from you.

“You like that bitch?”

“Yes Mistress, God yes.”

“Stand up, step out of your boxers completely. Now get on your hands and knees, assume your rightful position at my feet.”

You get down on all fours. I push my leather boot in your face, “Lick it bitch.”

After a moment I back up. I insert a silver bullet in to my pussy, pushing it deep, sinking in to my walls. I grab something else off the couch and walk back to you on the floor. I climb on top of your back, squishing my lips and my juices on to your skin. I want you to know, that hurting you, turns me on, makes me wet. I put my hand around your throat, circling it, putting a collar around your neck. I clasp it in the back towards me. Clipping a leash to kuşadası escort the clasp, I jerk up on it. I wrap my hand around it to get a better grip, testing the leashs’ strength. I start to grind on your back, “Tell me, tell me how you want to please me.”

“I want to lick…”

I pull on the leash hard. “Not in english, bitch you know what the fuck I want.”

You immediately switch to spanish, voice husky, strained. I release my grip on the leash. “Do you feel how wet you make your mistress? How hot I am against your skin? Do you feel the vibrations from the silver bullet deep in my pussy? Do you wish you could be there, inside of me. Feel my pussy lips wrap around your head down your rod.”

“Oh my God yes.”

I laughed a little, “Too bad bitch. Denied.”

I got off of you. I go and sit on the couch, spreading my legs wide. Your leash still in my hand, I pull you over to me, guiding your face into my hot throbbing lips. “Lick me now, please me.”

“Yes mistress.”

Your tongue darts in between my lips, instantly going for the clit. A moan escapes me. Flattening your tongue out, you start to lick and lap like a dog. The bullet is alive inside of me, adding extra extreme stimulation. You stop to suck on the top of the lips, where they come together, taking it all in your mouth you begin to suck. Oh my God, I grab the back of your head. Pushing you deeper, forcing you to smash against my pussy. You suck harder, greedily sucking. I cum instantaneously, squirting into your mouth, down your face. I do not release my grip on your head. Holding you fast to me, forcing you to continue sucking. My engorged cunt is sensitive, I cum again almost immediately.

“Kiss me” I pull you up to me. Crushing your lips against mine. I lick my cum off your lips, mingling with your tongue in your mouth for a moment. I scoot down on the couch, my pussy close to the edge, I take your hips and guide you in to me. Slowly, ever so slowly, relishing as every thick hot inch goes inside of me. The sound that came out of my mouth was catlike, high pitched. It felt so good, my cunt squeezing around your dick. As you fully slide in, I felt stuffed full, no extra space. Then your cock pulsed, growing larger inside of me. Not moving, I twitched around you.

“Fuck Mistress, this feel so good. You feel so good, swallowing my dick. I am so deep inside of you.”

I move against you, pushing the bullet deep deep inside, vibrating away. My breath is coming faster, the room is definately gettting hotter. I cum all over your dick, clawing your back as I do cum. My legs wrapped around your back, pulling you closer, deeper.

“Get off of me.”

You quickly withdraw, pouting in the dark.

“Move to the side of the couch, bend over the arm, put your hands palm sound down on the cushions.”

I watch you do so, putting that sweet ass in the air. Your hard cock pressing against the arm, Yummy. I turn away, kuşadası escort bayan going back to the chair. I pull the the silver bullet out of my pussy. I then inserted a large dildo into my cunt. I am so wet, it slips in without much resistance. I then put the harness on, snapping it on, inserting the dildo in to the front. I picked this one out just for you, big. black it was going to tear your little virgin ass up. You say you have been ass fucked, but not by me. I adjust the dildo, makiing sure it is in contact with the one inside of me, pushing the head of yours testing, oh yes. Thats what I want.

I light a cigarette, stalling, making you wait, wonder what I am about to do to you. We have talked about this in passing, but just that. Never really said either way how you felt, although I have told you I love to fuck with my strap on, love to pound with it. When you said you had tried it once, thats all I have thought of, is getting my hands on you, taking you, further making you my bitch. Walking back over to you, the weight of the dildo, bounces, makes a small circle. I can feel it hanging, the weight of it pushing on the dildo inside of me, juices dripping dwon my inner thighs.

I take one nail, starting from the base of your neck slowly trailing down to your ass, just hard enough to make you wonder if I am drawing blood. The edge sharp and precise, creating a red line down your body. I feel your body start to shudder, like you have a chill. This makes me hot, turns me on. I make another line on each side of your ribs, slowly. I spit on your ass, start rubbing it gently , then smacking it, hard. Making you jump. My mouth inches from one of your cheeks, “Why do you jump, are you nervous little one?”

“Yes!”

“Get up, close your eyes, and get on your knees in front of me.”

I run my fingers through your hair, letting my nails scrape your scalp. Your mouth opens in a moan. Seeing your mouth open, I shoved the dildo in your mouth, gagging you. Holding the back of your head, I press it further into your throat. You are pushing against me, I pull out, long enough to hear your intake of breath, then ram it back in. Muffling anything you may or may not have to say. I start to fuck your face, “Suck it, bitch. Make it wet before I shove it in your ass. I don’t recommend going in dry.”

You try to say something, I just continued thrusting in your mouth. I then take it out, and start smacking you in the face with it. Pulling back and enjoying the sound of it hitting your face immensely. I push you away from me. “Bend over, puts your hands on the arm of the couch.”

“Oh yea, that’s how I like it.”

I grab the leash and wrap it around my hands a couple of times. Pulling your head back, asking in your ear, if you are ready? When you nod your head up and down, I drive into your ass, dry, but for a little bit of spit. You scream, try to move, but the arm of the couch is blocking you. My dildo escort kuşadası rams into my pussy, making me cum. Riding the orgasm, I start to grind in to you, jiggling up and down,. ramming in hard, trying to plummet all the way down. You are not even breathing by the time I come back down to earth. Your body is tensed, eyes wide open. I do not move for a minute. Feeling slightly guilty for losing myself so quick. How could I forget this was your first time. I have probably tore your ass with my need.

I let go of the leash, letting it fall to the ground, still inside of you I unclasp the collar. Taking it off of you I rub the red skin where it was, massaging your neck and shoulders as my hands go towards your ass, where my strap on invades your body. I massage the cheeks, rubbing them against the hard dildo. I pull out half way, eliciting a gasp from your lips, I reenter slowly, going on tip toes to continue pushing deeper inside of you.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes.”

“Would you like me to go harder?”

“Oh God yes.”

I slowly drag out of you, to slam in just as soon as the head of it is almost out. I grab your shoulders, gaining leverage to push into you. Fucking you hard, losing myself to another orgasm, I stiffen up, can’t fucking stop my body from convulsing. Rocking in to you.

“Stand up, grab your dick and start to stroke him while I fuck your ass. Oh yeah, that is what I like. Faster.”

I pound your tight hole hard, pulling you back to me over and over again. With every thrust, my dildo pushes deeper in to me. I hear your gasps of air, no longer moaning, just a high pitched noise. Your thighs are tightening, abs tensing, the knowledge that you are close egging me on. I am so close to cumming again, faster, fucking faster, so close.

“Cum with me! Oh my God, now!”

I impale you one last time, pulling up on your ass, hands pushing your shoulders harder down on me. I close my eyes to the wave of pleasure coming over me, your final cry mixing with mine. Cum shoots out of your dick, covering my couch. I have never seen so much in my life. I withdrawl from you, enjoying the weight and gravity now pulling on my clit. No longer able to handle it in my pussy, I pushed it out with my muscles, hitting the ceramic tile with a loud thud. Unstrapping the dildo, letting the harness and the rubber fall to the ground.

“Come clean me up bitch, you have made me your Mistress all wet.”

Crawling to me, you greedily lick at my pussy. Licking up every drop of my cum, all of my sweet nectar. When I am satisfied you have done a worthy job, I push you back. Leaving you on your knees on the floor, I go in to the bedroom, pull the sheets back and lie in the bed.

“Bitch.”

“Yes Mistress?”

“Come give me a kiss goodnight.”

You kneel down, softly brushing your lips against mine, tongue tracing my lips asking for entry. I touch your cheek and kiss you deeply.

“Thank You for pleasing me, you can go now.”

“But… but Mistress. I was hoping I could stay here and wake up next to you in the morning.”

I laugh. “Silly boy, I am not your fucking girlfriend. You are here cause you amuse me, get the fuck out of my house boy. I will call you when I desire you.”

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The firmness of her round ass caresses my rough hand as I painstakingly slowly slide it up her thigh and beneath her panties. The heat from her idling internal combustion engine is apparent and warms my hand as I gently feel her soft smooth skin. Her warmth is sweeter, because I fully appreciate and understand her deep-seated yearnings to feel a firm knowing hand spank and worship her bottom. She always acknowledged these yearnings as far back as she can remember and she knows these dark needs reside deep within the spirit of her carnal inner animal, in that space reserved for it since her earliest memories. And she knows that unless that space is filled with the pain, ecstasy and the moments of surrender she lives for, the vacuum that remains gives rise to an overall internal driving imbalance.

“You have been doing bad things, little girl, and I am doing this to help you behave, young lady.” I say to her as I look at the clock. It is twelve o’clock noon.

She sighs.

Lying face down and blindfolded over my naked lap with her short dress pulled up, she is at an anxious peace, knowing that I am about to fill her needy carnal void. There is anxious delight because she knows her empty kink cup will be soon filled to overflowing and she has been unable not to compulsively obsess upon this since I instructed her to meet me. I sense her knee tremble and hear her growing breath. My hand stops feeling and gently, slowly squeezes the perfectly apple-shaped ass.

I roll her away from me a bit, unfold my knife and pull her panties away from her near hip, slide the blade under and cut the small strip of material. I roll her back, pull her panties away from her far hip, slide the blade under and cut the small strip of material, then forcefully snatch the remnants of her former panties out from under her through her rump’s cleavage and toss them away.

Almost immediately her skin becomes a sea of chicken skin, goose bumps, a generous even smattering of fleshy pinheads. Her revealed flawless alabaster white ass is perfectly and triangularly framed in tan lives surrounded by a dark, smooth dark even beautiful tan. The contrast of her tan and white coloration evokes faded memories from my childhood of a bitten Orange Cream Sickle ice cream treat and I sense my mouth begin to water.

I place the flat of the blade against the white chicken skin to let her feel the cold. I slowly scrape the sharp edge across her skin from the center of that pure whiteness down to her mid-thigh, like the slow motion manner one strops an old timey straight edged razor. Her legs tremble as I folded the knife and put it away. I wedge my hands between her legs and spread them wide apart. I perceive an audible gasp. Her inner thighs feel like warm velvet as I stroke them alternately, slowly and admiringly with one hand and firmly hold her ass with the other.

“Your ass is absolutely beautiful,” I tell her.

This dream-worthy tush is an awesome work of perfect art that even Michelangelo could never paint or sculpt nearly as beautifully. She sighs as I squeeze it and she gently and almost imperceptively arches her back. I keep her half apple in my grip as I feel the energy flowing both ways between our bodies and minds via the connection between her rear and my hand. I sense an immediate boost, as if I were being injected with some powerful narcotic, and I realize that my universe was rapidly shrinking, contracting until my entire focus, the only worthwhile matter of my present being was the expanding presence of this grown woman’s flawless ass .

“Take off that dress, now, young lady.” I calmly instruct her and she pulls it off over her head. She is not wearing a bra. A thin white well-defined line separates the smooth tan skin of her shoulders from the tan on her back.

I grasp her near inner thigh with my hand as I raise the other. A sharp “Crack!” resounds through the room as my hand smacks her rear. Her whole body flinches and settles back down.

“This is to help you become a better little girl.” I tell her as I observe the slightly pink outline of my hand on her snow white skin.

The details of her everyday life begin to diminish as if the awareness of her everyday life was a scene being viewed through a long zoom lens that is slowly zooming out, making her external world progressively smaller. Her mind was filling the peripheral void left behind on the vast screen of her shrinking consciousness with other things more pertinent to the moment. Her super-sensitivity to her own physical state was trumping all else. Her labored breathing, pounding heart, glowing face, warm touch of my skin against hers, her stinging burning ass is becoming her entire being. She knows, as the mundane continues to fade from her mind, that this feeling surely was the precursor of that sensory avalanche, that perfect storm of fulfillment and exhilaration, for which she hungers.

Amplifying her physical and mental reactions are the sensations of my touch as I leave my hand lingering on her ripe ass, the firmness with which I control her kuşadası escort every move, the warmth she feels welling up from deep inside her being fueled by the heat radiating from the handprint on her rear. The excitement she feels inside her continues to expand, filling her, seemingly pushing her consciousness of the humdrum of everyday life into some small dark corner of her mind, where it soon will temporarily become as completely irrelevant to the moment as the mediocre movie she tried to watch last month. Soon her cluttered world will be for all practical purposes gone. All that will remain is she and I. All that she will feel will be my touch, my warmth, my voice, me!

An effective spanking must never be done too quickly. Time must be allowed between each blow for the recipient to fully savor and appreciate the pain and spreading heat, so I initially gage my blows about a minute apart, always striking the same place on the same cheek.

With every slap to her ass, I leave my hand pressing on its landing zone for a few seconds, appreciating completely the absolute beauty of my adorably submissive baby girl’s naked trembling being and her total obedience, total surrender to and acceptance of my discipline. Then I firmly grasp the hair above her nape with the offensive hand or gently brush the skin on her back, shoulders or arms. My other hand is always between her legs exploring and probing, periodically coaxing the thighs gently back apart, to keep her pussy accessible, so I can feel her up at will, softly sliding my fingers over, around and in between her swelling labia to gage and facilitate her arousal, lightly stroking the entirety of her vulnerable open tush and smoothly shaved mons veneris, leaving only her clit intentionally untouched.

Overcome by the magnificence of the situation, her ass and entire being, I cannot help describing to her between spanks how utterly pleasing to my senses her stunning features are to my eyes. It is a tragedy for a man to not let a beautiful woman know at every opportunity that which is, that which she needs to hear.

The handprint on her rump is getting increasingly red and distinct. My perception of time has slowed to a crawl. I detect wetness and savor her bouquet on my wet fingers.

I intentionally loudly slurp the clear fragrant liquid from my fingers. It is the sweet taste of the elixir of life, a tonic for life’s acute ills, and my fountain of youth.

“Mmmm, delicious!” I pronounce.

Still I maintain my embargo of her wanting clit, because good things come to those who wait… and obey.

I do not know how much time has passed, but I do see that her unpunished cheek was in need of my hand, because on her other cheek my handprint was clearly defined in a red, bright enough to be discerned in the dim light from the lone lit lamp. I have been so focused on my charge that just now become I aware that my cock must have been hard for some time and is now pressing against her tender belly and begging, competing for my attention. It can wait. I have work to do.

I think, “Down, boy!”

And I resume my affectionate battery and now focus entirely upon the other cheek of my lovely little baby doll, whose body is pressed down upon my lap. Time is meaningless, as it no longer exists for nor does it matter to me, but it passes nevertheless as indicated by the approaching uniformity of the color of the hand prints on both cheeks. Still I manage to resist temptation and have meticulously avoided her sweet little love button in spite of the occasional squirm and wiggle that seems to be aimed at trying to make me touch her sweet spot.

With every blow I hear her panting interrupted by a short gasp, sometimes accompanied by a soft moan or whimper.

I feel something tickling my thigh almost like a small insect crawling and I wonder if it is a drop of her wetness dripping down my skin. I take my eyes off her ass, lean over a bit and peer between her legs and see a nearly motionless strand of her viscous fluid bridging the gap from her labia to the top of the snail track that is slowly oozing its way down my thigh. I discern a conspicuous glistening on the edges of her engorged labia and in the small narrow inviting slit between them and decide it is time to give her poor little clitoris some much needed attention.

Sometimes her clitoris hides from me, but it is much easier to find now that it is enlarged and aching. Initially I visually guide a solitary finger directly towards her most holy of holy erogenous zones and, almost as if my finger is a heat seeking missile homing in on the warmth it gives off, I immediately find her slippery little bump. I barely touch and softly brush ever so slightly her throbbing hot wet sweet trigger.

I know when I find her clit, because she always flinches, sighs, gasps, arches her back or any combination of the aforementioned. She does all. I keep teasing her, circling my wet finger around the source of her need, avoiding touching it just enough to assure any lurking orgasm is kept kuşadası escort bayan at bay. I slide fingers inside her slippery vagina. If ever there was a woman ready to be fucked, it was she at this moment.

I hear an utterance from her.

“What did you say?” I ask.

“Please fuck me”, she reiterated more loudly and clearly.

I ignore her pleading for relief, withdraw my fingers and stop teasing her clit with my fingertips. She is on the very edge of coming and she steadily continues to beg for satisfaction for the growing seeds of craving I planted inside her, that are now screaming and fighting to escape from the prison of her will. Her well lubricated vulva guides my thumb into her hot wet pussy. I crook it behind her pubis bone with the web of my thumb pressing on her clit and press my thumb tip on her G-spot. She shivers from head to toe and again becomes still. I almost slipped up and make the dear woman explode twice, but I recognize the signs and deftly avert certain pleasure with a distracting hard slap on her pinked ass. I maintain this delicate balance between my beauty’s agony and ecstasy, keeping her on the cusp of orgasm as her arousal grows. Her pleas become increasingly more urgent in tone, her panting grows more pronounced, and her control is being tested to her limit as that distant faint notion of time passes. It is now time for fucking…

“Get on your knees, NOW, little girl!” I bark.

She complies, spreads her legs as I get behind her on my elbows and look at her sweet little pussy. I spread her labia wide with my fingers. The very edges of her inner lips are a pretty red shade, framing a perfect pink entrance to Nirvana. No more beautiful or inviting flower exists in nature or in man’s imagination.

I teasingly say,” You are such a salacious little slut! You are all swollen and wet and are wanting to, needing to get what’s left of your brains screwed out, aren’t you? Whose little slut are you?”

“Yes, I’m a needy little slut. I am your little slut”, she replies.

“Right answer, my dear little sweet bitch, but you do not have my permission to come yet!” I tell her before I bury my tongue as deep inside her as possible.

She gasps and moans as I leisurely move it in and out of her, fucking her with my tongue, tasting, swallowing her sweetness and savoring her bouquet, my chin pushing against her clitoris at my tongue’s deepest. She is dripping like a leaky faucet in a run-down tenement, soaking my lips, mustache and beard. Soon even my throat is wet from her delectably sweet run-off. She strains, playing whatever mind games she needs to play to avoid letting loose the seeds of the forbidden orgasm that threaten to escape beyond the limits of her capacity to suppress them. The sensations between her legs, the burning on her ass and the conflict in her mind caused by her mandated suppression of her natural response are her entire universe. She tries to beg permission to come. Her lips move. No words escape. No permission is given. A week(?), a day(?), an hour (?) three minutes(?) pass…. What the Hell is time?

I withdraw my tongue from her saturated fuck hole, give her juicy cunt, all the way from below her pulsating clit up to that little cute pink rosebud opening of her ass, one last slow motion lick, lingering around and kissing the latter orifice, letting her know that there is absolutely no part of her that I do not want, nothing I will not do for the benefit of our soon-to-be unleashed passion. I feel the bed shakes as she quivers.

I finish tonguing her ass, lick my lips and get to my knees, place a paddle on her back, grab my hard cock and rub it slowly up and down against her soaked delicious slit. I hear indecipherable unintelligible muttering from my sweet slut.

“Because you have been misbehaving and yearning nasty things, you may only have a little bit of my cock, dearest slut.” I tell her as I insert the head of my dick inside her slippery and ready pussy’s orifice. Her pussy is so temptingly inviting, hot, wet and tight, a man with lesser control might easily suffer a premature ejaculation, but coming is not part of my current plan.

She moans, tries to push back and force me deeper, but I anticipate this and counter by pulling out, grabbing the paddle and sharply, loudly smacking the red on her amazing butt. She responds with a muffled whimper of a cry.

“If you do that again, I will not fuck you tonight, so stop! Understand?” I tell my little girl slut.

“I understand”, she replies, almost inaudibly.

I put the paddle back onto her back, grab her hips and start very slowly sliding about one fourth of my cock in and out of her vagina, telling her, “This is all my bad little slut gets today.”

I hear her whimper and let out a soft short cry.

“Please fuck me!” she pleads.

I ignore her and continue teasing her, fucking her ever so slowly with just the tip of my cock. She continues to beg, whimper and moan as I continue stoking and barely whetting her pussy’s appetite for me. More escort kuşadası time passes, but don’t ask me how much.

I sense she is completely resigned to only being partially fucked, so I tell my beautiful slut, “If you weren’t such a salacious little tasty cunt, you could be getting the whole thing”.

Immediately I shout,” Like this!”, as I forcefully ram home my entire shaft, then pull it back out.

I hear an audible gasp and I resume my slow tease.

“Please fuck me!” she pleads.

I ignore her again. I play the teasing and ramming game over and over, ignoring her pleas to screw her, until it seems like she may be unable to stifle the pending explosive orgasm growing inside her the next time I slam it home, so I change tact.

Without a word of warning, I start sliding just a little deeper inside her with every subsequent slow thrust. I take my time and her anticipation of the cock slam distracts her, so that I am now nearly giving her my whole shaft by the time she realizes her penetration is now deeper and the expected stab from my prick is not forthcoming. Her deep panting is telling me she is dangerously close to orgasm, but in my eyes her wanton state is so irresistibly beautiful, I cannot deny my sweet little adorable baby her release.

I ask her,” Whose little dirty slut are you?”

Her attempted response is merely a muffled noise.

I reiterate, “Whose little dirty slut are you?”

Again I hear only indecipherable murmuring.

“Say it louder, you nasty little whore, or I will not let you come!”

“I am your dirty little slut, your filthy little whore. Please let me come!” she cries.

As I continue her slow motion fucking, I reach around and begin caressing her soaked clit and tell my beautiful little doll, “Give it to me, Baby! Give me all your come!”

Before the words fall off my tongue, she explodes as if she were having a seizure, shaking violently from head to toe, moaning between gasps for air with her realized, most satisfying, most needed release. I endeavor to stoke and prolong this mother of all orgasms as long as possible. The continuing whimpering, trembling, whining, the gasping for air, the twitching, shivering, quivering, shaking and spasms tell me my efforts to give Sweetness a protracted climax are not in vain.

After milking this moment as long as I can, I am overwhelmed by my perception of her enhanced beauty at her time of ecstasy. Women always are twice as beautiful in my eyes when they are coming. I no longer am able to delay my own primal drive. That warm rush welling up from deep within my loins has sneaked up on me and turned into an unstoppable freight train loaded with bliss and, as it fills my entire being, I feel the immeasurable overwhelming pleasure of the only reward that is strong enough to assure the continuance of all life. As I am overcome by my consummation of this act, I sense the spurting of my semen into my darling little slut. I fill her up, empty myself, and leave my cock deep inside my little darling slut to savor her tight hot wet pussy and I look down to admire the sexy tan lines surrounding her pair of red hand prints. I continue manually stroking her trigger, but her tsunami of pleasure is subsiding. The level of her trembling is but a fraction of what is was. The moaning has hushed and I hear only her labored breathing. I feel her still racing, but decelerating pulse distinctly in my cock.

I look at the clock. Three hours have passed, since I last looked.

I slowly pull out of her freshly filled pussy, move out of her way and tell her, “Lie on your back, young lady!”

I help her, making sure she doesn’t fall off the bed as she complies. Then I kneel over her face, dangle my wet cock in her face and tell her, “You are such a salacious slut, making me fuck you and do these nasty things to you, my dirty little girl! As your punishment, lick off our come from my cock, little girl!”

Still slightly quivering, she, without hesitation, obeys with the enthusiasm of a hungry child licking and sucking on a savory Popsicle on a sweltering day. I leave my cock in her mouth and she continues to suck any and all trace, either real or imagined, off me.

“Move over, Baby.” I tell her as the care she is rendering to my cock begins to arouse me once again and I remove it from between her sweet lips.

She complies.

I sit against the headboard and motion for her to lie across my lap and tell her, “You have been such a naughty little slut for making me do such naughty things to my baby. Bare your lovely ass to me again, little girl.”

She obeys.

The firmness of her round pinked ass caresses my rough hand as I painstakingly slowly rub and worship her ass and then slowly slide my hand between her thighs. I feel the residue of our sex and finger paint our wetness down the insides of her thighs and all over her pinked ass. I taste the stickiness on my hand and my cock involuntarily twitches. I see a thin pool of my semen in the crack of her ass, dip my fingers playfully in it, spread it around and slowly slide one semen lubricated finger inside her tight butt. She flinches and gasps. I feel her heart beating around my finger. I raise my other hand and sharply strike her ass. There is just nothing like the sound a wet hand makes when it smacks a wet ass.

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