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I’ll never forget what it was like living in Baghdad. Back in the early days of the U.S. invasion, the whole country was in chaos. For those of us living in the shantytowns and slums, it was a time of great danger… and great opportunity. Sure, we had to worry about mobs, looting and stray artillery, but with so many citizens fleeing the city, even fleeing the country, there were lots of places to crash, steal some crap to sell, maybe even find a bite to eat. Entire stores and apartment complexes lay completely deserted, and for a thief like me, it was a gold mine!

Well one night, I was picking through what I thought was an abandoned apartment complex when I heard a noise behind me. Quickly turning around, I saw a man in a black balaclava face mask and flak jacket walk into the room. He must not have been expecting me, because he suddenly pulled out his gun and pointed it at me, then proceeded to shout something at me in a language I couldn’t understand. To this day I don’t know if he was American, British, German… whatever.

I put my hands up immediately. To be quite honest, I thought that I was going to die! As soon as he saw that I wasn’t armed, he lowered his gun and went out towards the door, yelling for something. It was a fatal mistake, because I quickly pulled an old pistol out of my jacket. I’d found it on the first day of the invasion, and even though I’d never fired a gun in my life up until that point, I figured it was a good idea to have some protection. Just in case. Turns out that I was right.

I managed to hit the guy twice in the back and he went down hard. Unfortunately there was an incredible amount of recoil. It was nothing like what I expected. Unfortunately, I also knew that his friends, whoever they were, would be coming soon. Not knowing what else to do, I went over to the guy and took away the menacing looking assault rifle that he was brandishing. The guy was still alive and fought me a little, but it didn’t take much effort to pry the gun from his hands.

I’m glad that I did that, because immediately two other men clad in all black raced up to the door. When they saw their friend had fallen, they let their emotions cloud their judgment and rushed over towards him. They didn’t even notice me until I fired the rifle at them. They were literally shred to pieces as the bullets flew into them.

I still feel kind of bad about what happened back there, but it was me or them. I’d heard stories about terrorists and mercenaries going about indiscriminately killing civilians, so as far as I’m concerned, I was simply bahis firmaları acting in self-defense.

Knowing full well that there may be more of those guys, I decided to make a rush for it and get the hell out of there as soon as I could! As I was running through the halls towards the nearest exist, I ran into a woman covered from head to toe in a midnight black burqa.

“Khalid,” she exclaimed.

I was taken aback by that. Not many people knew my name anymore. Most of them had died in the early days of the invasion, and the few who knew me weren’t likely to be living in a swanky joint like this!

“Who are you,” I asked her, “Do I even know you?”

She took off the burqa, revealing her face to me.

“Masha’Allah,” I exclaimed, “Nabeela! Is it really you?”

“Yes,” she said, blushing a little.

I couldn’t believe it! She’d grown up in the same slum as I had. When we were teenagers, Nabeela and I even used to have a something of a thing going on between us. But the last I’d heard, she’d married some rich guy from the Gulf and left the country. Now I was astonished to find her standing here in front of me in a Baghdad apartment while fighting was going on around us.

“What… what happened,” I asked her.

“We moved back to Iraq before the war,” she said looking down at the floor, “And then, when the war came, we couldn’t get out of the country. Those men, the mercenaries you just killed… they shot my husband, and they were… they were going to rape me!”

Nabeela looked me in the eyes.

“Khalid,” she exclaimed as she ran over and hugged me, “You saved my life!”

Years of our time together came flooding back to me as we embraced. It felt good, knowing that I wasn’t a murderer… I was a hero! I hugged Nabeela back. Almost as if by instinct, I wrapped my arms around her body, feeling up her sexy curves. Soon Nabeela returned the favor and leaned in forward for a kiss. Our lips found each other and we embraced. I don’t know if it was the joy at seeing each other after so long, or the fear we both must have felt for our lives, but it was absolutely exhilarating.

“Nabeela,” I said as we made out with one another, “It’s been so long.”

“Yes,” she said as she squeezed me, “Too long.”

She backed away, and began to slip out of her loose black ‘abaya, revealing her naked body to me. She had put on a little weight since the last time I’d seen her, but she carried it well. She was a voluptuous beauty, her huge breasts still firm and without a sign of sagging. And her butt… Wow! kaçak iddaa It was big and round, just the way I like it!

I followed suit, and quickly slipped out of my clothes, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Needless to say, I was already rock hard, having been excited by the mere sight of her ass. I quickly went up to her and continued to make out with her, groping her ripe, full breasts as we kissed. Slowly, my hand snaked down between her legs and began to feel up her juicy cunt. Nabeela was moaning in pleasure as I slowly worked her sexy body towards orgasm.

As I pressed my naked body up against her, her back was scraping against the wall. I broke off our lips and slowly began to kiss her neck, working my way down to her absolutely gigantic breasts. I playfully bit her nipples, which caused her to squeal a little in pleasure, but I kept on going, slowly moving my face all across her body. I licked her cunt, savoring the taste of her womanly juices.

“Just like I remember,” I said as I pressed my face back against her’s.

“Do you want to do it,” Nabeela said as she turned around, “Do you want to fuck me up the ass? Like in the old days?”

Yeah, back when we were still just a couple of Iraqi teenagers living in the slums, we used to do anal sex. It wasn’t exactly uncommon. That way, the woman would still technically be a virgin when she finally got married. Unfortunately, I’ve since found out that many European women don’t practice anal sex at all. Mores the pity I say. They can’t even compare to some of the women I’ve slept with back when I was still living in Iraq.

I was rock hard, and Nabeela was more than eager. It seemed that anal sex would be inevitable that night. Nabeela pressed herself up against the wall, sticking her ass out so that I got a perfect view. I pressed the tip of my cock up against the entrance to her anus. Nabeela was crying out in pleasure as I began my assault, slowly pushing into her butt until I was up to the hilt. Her hands were literally clawing into the wall. Inspired, I took hold of her butt cheeks and began to pump in and out of her full ass.

“Oh yes,” she screamed out, “Feels… soooo… fucking… good!”

Of course, she was screaming in Arabic, but you still get the picture.

Soon I was thrusting in and out of her absolutely delicious butt. Nabeela must have been getting pounded into the wall as I fucked her, but she took it like a real trooper. After all, she’d grown up on the streets of Baghdad. If that doesn’t make you tough as nails, I don’t know what would!

It kaçak bahis was hot outside. It always is in Baghdad. But even so, we were both working up a sweat. I could feel her hot, sticky backside as I fucked her from behind. I continued pumping in and out of her, thrusting my dick up her well-used anus as far as it would go. Soon, I felt a tension beginning to build up in my loins. I knew that I would be cumming soon… I roughly pulled on Nabeela’s hair, causing her to gasp a little as I continued to fuck her up the ass.

I spurted a few shots up into her bowels, and then we both stood there, absolutely still as we each tried to catch our breath. As my cock started to go flaccid, I let it slip out of her ass. Some of my seed leaked out, dripping onto the floor with a sickening plop.

“Just like the old days,” she said.

“Yeah,” I chuckled, “Except fewer people trying to kill us.”

“Good point,” she said, “Maybe we should get out of here before any more mercenaries find us. I take it you know a safe place or two?”

“Yeah,” I said as I slipped back into my clothes, “I was thinking that maybe we should go somewhere safe! Like, as in, out of the country.”

“Can you even make it across the border,” she said as she struggled to get back into her billowing, all-concealing garment.

“Well,” I replied, “I used to know a couple guys in the PKK. Smuggled some stuff back and forth for them in Mosul. I think I might just be able to get us into Turkey…”

“Sounds good,” she said as she walked back over towards the dead mercenaries.

They had only been laying there a few minutes, but their bodies were already starting to attract flies. I wanted to be sick to my stomach when I saw them, but somehow I managed to hold back my natural instincts. Nabeela kicked them, making sure that they were dead. Just for good measure, she lifted up her burqa and spat on them, showing the ultimate disrespect to their rotting corpse. Then, she reached over and picked up one of their guns.

“Just in case we need it,” she said.

A woman after my own heart!

“Well let’s get going,” I said, “We’ve got a long way to travel before nightfall, and I want to be as far from here as possible when their friends find out what we did.”

As we carefully made our wayout of the building, I slapped Nabeela on that big, round ass of her’s. It felt good. Almost good enough to make me forget about the war, if only for a minute or two. But we had a long road ahead of us, and many, many nights of anal sex before we managed to escape the country and find sanctuary. Then again, that’s a whole other story. But man, I’ll tell you this much. Even covered in a burqa, Nabeela had the nicest, shapeliest ass I’ve ever seen in my entire life. I’m glad I got to tap it!

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Too young, that’s what Jan had told him, that first summer. They were too young to be so serious. Yes, she loved him, but she wanted the summer off. They should date other people over the summer.

Well, she had been very young, that first summer. She was one of those city girls who had skipped a grade. He’d met her for lunch, somehow there had been a mutual friend, and she hadn’t looked too sexy, very quiet, shy, but she was a little sister, her big sister had been living with a guy for a while, and she was an art student, she spent her summers sketching nudes down at the Brooklyn Academy. She had been a little time bomb, a sex bomb, waiting to go off, and Tom had been the fuse. But she wasn’t a dumb girl, and her sister had broken up with that guy, rather bitterly. So she wanted the summer off. She thought that they should date other people over the summer.

What was Tom going to say? And in truth, it hadn’t worked out so badly. He’d taken the train up to see her three or four times over the summer. He’d even driven up to see her during her brief stint as a camp counselor. She had been as loving, as passionate, as ever. And when school started, they had started up right where they had left off. It was no big deal. He’d gone out on a few dates at home, well, maybe more than a few, nothing serious, some necking, maybe a little more than that. Maybe he had spent quite a few summer nights at the drive-in, watching or pretending to watch the triple feature. Nothing serious had happened, nothing he had to feel guilty about. And as for Jan, if she had found some nice Jewish boy back in Brooklyn she had never talked about it.

But now a second summer had rolled around, and Jan had announced that the summer rules still applied. Actually, she had phrased it as “of course,” as if it was the most natural thing in the world to set aside three months for betrayal of your beloved. Adolescentry, that’s what Tom called it. He was worried, more worried, this time. There was this guy named Claude, Claude the Clod as far as Tom was concerned, Claude was French, he was in his twenties, he had picked up Jan when she was walking in the park, wearing a pair of those hippie jeans. “Madame, you have a butterfly on your derriere.” That was what he had said. That was what Jan had the nerve to tell Tom he had said. Plus, “you are very sexy.” Well, she hadn’t been all that sexy when Tom first met her. Mousy almost, shy and withdrawn. If she radiated sexy now, it was because Tom had drawn it out of her. Bitch. Tom was sure that Claude was lurking, at least in Jan’s imagination, just waiting for the start of open season.

Which explained, perhaps, why Tom was on his way to pick up Maggie on a warm June Friday evening. Not that anything too exciting was going to happen. Maggie was an old friend, the girl friend of one of his best friends in high school, pretty, a bit chubby, a straight arrow. She’d gone off to a conservative Christian college in the South. He’d gone off to Columbia. She was still stuck in the Fifties. He had become a spear bearer, so to speak, in the sexual revolution. Even so, on a few nights the summer before, during the third feature, Maggie had actually let Tom touch her breasts. That had been a big deal for her. He should have told her, one of those times, that he was in love with someone else. But he hadn’t. He should have broken things off. But he hadn’t. He’d even seen her a couple of times over Christmas break, not dates really, they’d gone to a couple of movies, in regular theatres, and to one party. Maybe he had given her little polite good night kisses, maybe she had said she had really enjoyed being with him. It didn’t matter. It was all so innocent. He’d headed back up for track practice the next day. Jan had been naked in his bed that afternoon and every afternoon for the rest of winter break. Really, Maggie was not that sexy. She was too chubby, too straight laced. He was almost embarrassed by those little snuggle sessions last summer. But here he was headed for another one.

She was waiting for him in her driveway. At least, there was a girl in the driveway the same height as Maggie, same blonde hair, same glasses, even. But this girl was thinner, a lot thinner. This girl looked like a supermodel.

“Wow.” That was all he could say. She didn’t give him a chance to be a gentleman. She opened the passenger door and crawled in next to him, right next to him, snuggling over to give him a little kiss on the cheek. “Wow,” he repeated. “How are you?”

“Okay, I think. I’ve lost a lot of weight.”

“You look fantastic.”

“Thanks. It takes a little getting used to.” Maggie had always been pretty, but she had veiled that beauty with a little layer of flab, not a lot, but enough. She wasn’t used to turning heads. She wasn’t used to having all conversation stop when she walked into a room. Of course, she could dress more modestly, bulky sweaters, baggy pants, and maybe she did that most of the time, but tonight she was wearing a little sun dress, the same kind Jan would wear on their summer dates, except that Jan didn’t have all that bahis firmaları cleavage. Or the little gold cross lodge incongruously in the middle of all that lovely flesh.

“Diet?” Tom asked. “You swore off ice cream?” They were friends, just good friends. They had known each other since fourth grade, they had gone through Sunday school together, confirmation class, youth group. He was going to have a friendly conversation with her. He was going to tease her about her new found slimness. He wasn’t going to sit there dumbfounded that he had a girl that looked like that pressing against him.

“Never,” she giggled. “I just lost a lot of weight, all of a sudden. I’ve been going through some medical tests, to see if anything is wrong.”

“Oh.”

“Right now, though, I’m enjoying it.”

“I bet. Has Jake seen you?”

“Jake hasn’t talked to me for a while now.”

“I see him all the time. We work out together.”

“Really?” Maybe that had been the wrong thing to say. She edged away just a little.

“I’m faster than he is now. He was pretty pissed.”

“Good for you,” she giggled. “How does he like Amherst?” A little dig back. Jake had gotten into Amherst, Tom had to settle for Columbia. Just because Jake was the football star. Well, Tom was doing okay. Soccer, track, steady girl friend, on top of his class, on top of the world. Except for that little cloud, that Claude, on the horizon.

“He likes it.” Plenty to keep you warm at night. That’s what Jake had said, but Tom decided he’d better not pass that remark on. No reason to open up old wounds. “So what to you want to do?” He decided he’d better change the topic quickly. “Miniature golf?”

The little gasp of irritation she gave was worth it. She edged away even further for a moment, then came close again, so close she was whispering in his ear. “Too hot. Too buggy.”

Jean Nate, she was wearing Jean Nate, just like Jan. The whiff of it was enough to arouse him. But he was not going to give in so easily. “We could go out to Longwood Gardens, and look at the fountains.”

“Even more bugs. Do you really want to do that? I’ll go put on a shirt and blue jeans.” She was smiling at him now. She drew up her right knee so that her skirt slid back up onto her lap, revealing the full tanned length of her thigh. Then she actually made a move towards the door, put he grabbed a bare shoulder.

“That’s okay. I like you the way you are.”

“Well, I would think so. You know, I was working in the thrift shop, and I saw this dress, and I was thinking, who would ever wear a dress like that? But I sort of took it home, and now I’m wearing it.”

“You look fantastic. Your mother let you go out looking like that?” He couldn’t resist the jibe.

“I snuck out the side door.”

“Well why don’t we go over to the arcade? I can walk around with you on my arm and make every other guy very jealous.”

“I’m not that brave.”

“Well, what about the drive-in then?” Of course, every one of their dates the summer before had been to the drive-in.

“What’s playing?”

“The James Bond movie. You haven’t seen it, have you?”

“No.” She sounded like she was lying, but it didn’t matter. He turned on the car and Richie Ashburn’s distinctive voice emerged from the radio. “Baseball, yuck.” She hit the FM button without asking, and the Phillies were replaced by Eugene Ormandy. “Classical?”

“Of course, classical. Don’t you like classical?”

“Sometimes. Not tonight. I’m not dressed for classical.”

Now that, Tom thought, was not strictly true. Jan liked classical music. Jan liked to do little nude ballets. They never listened to rock in bed. Bach if they were in his bed, Joni Mitchell in hers. But now Maggie had found the Rolling Stones. She had turned up the volume. She was humming along. Then it was Steppenwolf, Born to be Wild. “We can fly so high, I never want to die.” She sang that, then she shut off the radio. They were almost to the drive-in.

“Tom, how long do you expect to live? Do you think you going to get drafted?”

“I’m sure I’m going to get drafted.” Jan was sure he was going to get drafted. There was a little clock in her head, counting down the months until he graduated.

“Maybe the war will be over.”

“Yeah, sure.”

“You could go to Canada.”

“I wouldn’t do that. What about you?”

“I don’t know what I’d do, if I were a guy.”

“No. How long do you expect to live?” Why did you even ask me that question?

“I used to think that I would live to be very old, that I would get married and have a family. Now I’m not so sure.”

“You’re scared?”

“A little. I don’t know why this happened to me. I don’t know if it’s dangerous.”

“Beauty is always dangerous.” She rewarded him with a little smile. Of course her teeth were the same, gleaming white and perfect. He had just never realized quite how dazzling that smile could be. “Maybe,” he added, “you need to live more for the moment.” He tried to make that remark sound purely philosophical, purely abstract, just a suggestion kaçak iddaa to a friend.

“Maybe.”

They had arrived at the drive-in. It was early still. The lot was almost deserted, but Tom headed for the outskirts.

“Can we park closer to the stand?” Her request caught him off guard.

“Sure, it that’s what you want.” He was feeling an immense wave of disappointment wash over him. The drive-in, live for the moment, the sun dress — all those little signals had just been turned to nothing.

“It’s just that,” she paused, “I have to pee all the time. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” He parked right next to the rest rooms.

“We don’t have to be that close. Over there.”

“This is okay? It’s sort of off to the side.”

“It’s fine.”

It was getting dark enough to start screening the marching hot dogs. There was something new this year though in the parade — beer kegs with plump bare legs and mustached heads with little Tyrolean hats.

“Look at that,” he said. “They’ve got beer.”

“Let’s get some.”

“It will only make you pee more.” He regretted that as soon as he said it. What was he thinking? But she was already out the door and headed for the ladies room. When she came out, she found his arms wrapped around a big plastic bucket, each hand clutching a paper cup.

“That’s a lot of beer.” She took the cups and he shifted his grip to the bucket handle.

“Cheaper this way.”

“No food?”

“You’re hungry already?” He had expected to wait until after the first feature to go after those marching hot dogs.

“I’m always hungry. I eat and eat and I’m still losing weight.”

“Nice problem,” he said, but maybe it wasn’t so nice.

“You go ahead with the beer. I’ll get us something.”

“You sure?”

“My treat.” She came out to the car with three cheeseburgers, one of them for him, and a huge barrel of popcorn. It was still too light to start the main feature.

“We’re too early.”

“Longest day of the year, almost. Want to go do the miniature golf and come back?”

“It’s okay. We can just talk for a while.” She emphasized the just talk by sliding away from him and piling two empty cartons between them.

“You want my cheeseburger?”

“You sure?”

“I had big dinner.”

“So did I.” She gave a little giggle and bit into it. She was already on her second glass of beer. Or maybe it was the third. “Do you ever read the Bible?”

“Not much,” he admitted.

“I started to read it again. I’ve started to do a lot of things.” She gave a little giggle. “You remember Paul’s letters? He thought that the world was going to end, right away. He thought that everyone should be very good, very pure because God was going to judge them. What would you do, if you thought things were going to end, very soon, at least for you?”

“Eat, drink and be merry.” Tom hoisted his beer glass.

“Maybe. I’m doing a good job on the first two.” She drained the last of the beer out of the bucket.

“You’re not going to die. At least not right away.”

“Maybe. Maybe they won’t find what’s wrong and I’ll just keep getting thinner, until I look like I just came out of a concentration camp. Maybe they will find what’s wrong and fix it and I’ll get fat again.”

“Maybe you’ll just stay gorgeous.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

He attempted to refill his cup, but the bucket was empty. She gave a little, not so little, a very unladylike belch. “Oh my God,” she started to giggle, then hiccupped. “I’m not used to all this beer, oh my God!” She went rushing off in the direction of the refreshment stand. Power of suggestion, he trailed after her, and waited politely for her to emerge. Just as well, she was leaning on his arm for balance on the way back to the car.

“I’m merry, so merry,” she was singing, not quite on key. Tom remembered that first date with Jan, the Blanket Permission dance, you provided a blanket, a bottle, and a girl, they provided setups — and Jan had staggered back to his room, the blanket draped over her head. A little time bomb, waiting to go off — and what was Maggie?

“I have a confession to make,” she said, as they got into the car. “I didn’t quite make it to the ladies room. I wet myself.” She started to giggle. “Good thing I was wearing a dress. But I had to rinse out my panties.”

“You’ll get chafed.”

“I know. They’re already, like, really really itchy. You don’t mind?” She was wriggling them down her legs. “Well Tom, have you ever been in a car with a girl with no panties before?”

“No,” he lied. There was that ride to Monticello the summer before, when he had gone to see Jan during her brief unhappy career as a camp counselor. Two weeks she’d been off in the boonies, with another six in the offing. He’d driven up to see her on her day off, just an afternoon really. They’d gone back to his motel room and fucked to exhaustion, at least his exhaustion, and then driven over to see his roommate. The road had been deserted, his hand had found her lap, somehow, he didn’t remember why, the panties kaçak bahis had come off. Then all of a sudden they were in town, and she never had a chance to put them back on.

“Do you think you can behave yourself?” She giggled again.

“Not a chance.”

She gave another giggle, but instead of sliding next to him, she moved as far away as she could, over against the passenger door. What game was she playing? He tossed the debris that separated them into the back seat and slid over next to her. She was shivering.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m okay.” She took a deep breath. “How about you?”

“I’m fine.” The question startled him, but he realized he was trembling also. “Too cold?”

“No, no. It’s okay.”

The feature had started, at last. The opening credits were playing, sultry music and brief images of women who might have been naked in pastel lighting. Tom had seen it before, with Jan. That time he’d actually paid attention to it. It was one of their dinner dates where they started in his bed first and then worked their way downtown for dinner and a movie, then out to Brooklyn, and if her parents were asleep they would crawl into her bed and shed their clothes beneath the covers.

Forget Jan. There was a beautiful girl shivering next to him, and she needed to be hugged to warm her up. There was a beautiful girl crying, and she needed her eyes kissed, and then her lips. There was a beautiful girl sitting next to him with no panties, and his hand was on her thigh, close to where those panties should have been. Her hand was on his wrist, but it wasn’t stopping him. She didn’t have her legs pressed together. He kissed her, hard, tongue thrusting into her mouth, and he moved his fingers upward.

Of course, he knew what he would find there. He knew how to slide along the moistness of her groove, how the find the little nub, not so little, a lot bigger than Jan. She was gasping at his first touch. Her hand was still on his wrist, but more now to hold it in place. She pulled one knee up, and he sent his little finger back to find her anus. Coyly, coyly, thumb on the clit, middle fingers working their way into her moistness, and that little finger — it was being massaged now by a tight ring of muscle. The time bomb was ready to explode.

There was a tapping at the window, a flashlight shining in on them. The security guard was making his rounds. She sat up and smoothed her dress back over her lap. “I guess we’re getting started too early.” A car had pulled up next to them, full of little kids.

“We could go somewhere else.”

“No. I want to see the movie. We’ll just have to behave ourselves for a while.” She sat there, prim and proper as she could be in a sundress with no panties, looking straight ahead at the movie screen, but her hand was on the zipper of his shorts. He gave her a little help. He unbuckled the belt. He undid the button. He slid the shorts down, and tried to pull his shirt over his lap to hide his erection. She was starting to stroke him. No, she was sizing him up, opening and closing her hand to measure the length of his shaft.

“You’re going to get us arrested.” He pulled her hand away.

“All right. We’ll just sit here nicely and watch the movie.” She slid over and sat on his lap. “What could be wrong with that?” She hunched up a little and pulled up the back of her skirt, so that it was out of the way. He rolled down his shorts so that he could feel her cool thighs against his. She reached beneath her skirt and started to stroke again. Then she shifted, she gave a little grunt, and he was sliding within her.

“Oh! It worked!” He could feel her hand tracing around the intersection of their flesh. “I’ve been practicing,” she added.

“Practicing?”

“With a dildo. What? I didn’t want my first time to be a problem. I didn’t even want anyone to know it was my first time.”

“Good idea.” I wish Jan had done that, he added to himself. It would have saved a lot of trauma. “But this is, your first time?”

“Yep. I’ve been getting ready for a while now. Got the pills, got a book, got the dildo.”

“And the guy?”

“Not at school. I’m a straight arrow, remember.”

“Summer rules,” he muttered.

“Yeah,” she giggled, “summer rules. I’m so glad it’s you. Do you want to get married?”

“Not tonight.”

“Tomorrow then. We’ll fly out to Vegas and get married. What?” She could feel him shriveling inside her. :”Just kidding,” she added, too late.

“We have another year of school.”

“I’ll drop out. I’ll come live with you in New York. I’ll be a supermodel and we’ll have a huge apartment. I’ll pay your way through grad school.”

“It may be the army. It will be the army.”

“Oh. Maybe I’ll be a centerfold instead..” One of the Bond girls was filling the screen with cleavage. “What do you think?” she giggled. “How do I stack up, so to speak?” She found a hand and put in on a breast. She wiggled it out of the top of her sun dress. Just in time Tom saw the flashlight heading their way again.

“You’re going to get us arrested!” He pulled the dress back up just in time. The flashlight swept across them. Tom tried to keep his expression perfectly blank, but Maggie was giggling. The flashlight lingered for a moment, and moved on.

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A long day at work. We all have them, and sometimes they just happen to fall on a Friday. Is that better or worse? I’m still not sure. On one hand you just want to finish the day. On the other, the next day is Saturday, and you don’t have to worry about waking up early. I do know that there is little worse than still being in the office at 6 pm on a Friday after being stuck on the same problem since 9 that morning.

“We’re not gonna have to order pizza, are we?” John asks. I chuckle. “You paying for it? I know they’re not.” I gesture to the floor above us, acknowledging the gods who ruled on high.

“Definitely not making happy hour,” John grumbles. I sigh. A drink did sound nice. My phone buzzes and I glance at it, seeing a text from Lexi. I type a quick response, letting her know my situation, telling her I’d be home as soon as possible. My phone buzzes again, and I groan at the message.

“Tell me that’s a happy groan. Tell me that’s Sean, he’s saying screw this and everyone involved, and telling us to go home.”

“Close, but no. Just my wife, reminding me that we have plans tonight.”

“Where you guys going?”

“Nowhere special. Just getting some food with a friend of hers.”

“Emmy?” I raise an eyebrow. “Yeah. How’d you guess?”

“I met her at your place one time. She’s a cutie.”

He’s right about that. Emmy’s a cute blonde, short, slim, and athletic, a lifetime of lacrosse still paying off years later. She certainly has the legs and butt to prove all the effort. I notice her of course, but only in passing. I am more than happy with my home situation.

Lexi and I married young (that is a story in and of itself), just recently blasting past the five-year mark going nice and strong. We have a late anniversary gift all lined up, a trip to an all-inclusive place in the Caribbean. We’re both looking forward to it. In all honesty, I’m really just happy to be anywhere she is. I’m a decent looking guy, fit and athletic, but I still don’t know how I landed Lexi. She told me once after a few drinks once it’s because I like going down on her so much, and I’ll take it. She’s tall, slim, tan, with a head full of crazy hair. We work out together and she likes to keep everything tight, and her little butt at the apex of her longs legs drives me crazy. She’s funny, empathetic, caring, hard-working – I love her, she actually loves me, and marriage has been pretty great so far. She and Emmy go way back, and I do really like her, but after a day and week like this, a night on the couch with my girl sounds better than anything else.

“If you want to make it a double-date, I’m more than happy to attend.” I grin at John. “What happened to Jess?” John shrugs.

“Didn’t work out. Guess she’s not a fan of alliteration.”

“Or your thing for Emmy?” He laughs. “That was just an observation. But no, she probably wouldn’t be happy about that at all. I actually came out of the bathroom the other night to her digging through my underwear drawer.” I stare at him. “Seriously?”

He nods. “Yup. Turns out the trust issues were a bit more than I realized. We only last a few minutes after that.”

“Sorry man, she seemed pretty cool.” He shrugs again. “All good. Always next time.”

“No doubt. Maybe not tonight, but I’ll throw it by Lexi. See if we can set something up.”

“Think I have a shot?” I hold my hands up, questioning. “Why not?”

Did I mention that the only reason we were still at work right now is because we are waiting on our boss to okay everything we had worked on all day? He’s up there on one of the floors above us, and we, the help, were left waiting for his blessing to be cast upon the fabled shores of another weekend. So here we sit, discussing women and all else we could think to pass the time, while awaiting the verdict.

It comes about 6:45. Sean, all in all a decent guy to work for, stands in the doorway with a sheaf of papers in one hand. “Sorry guys, just a few changes. Should be quick. Soon as you’re done, shoot them to me then get out of here.” John hops up and grabs the papers from him.

“You owe us a drink,” he calls to Sean’s retreating form. He flips through the pages. “Shouldn’t be too bad. You want the front or the back half?” I shake my head, non-committal, and he tosses me the front. We each set to work, our freedom in sight. The room falls silent except for the clicking of the keys on keyboard, and we’re walking out the door at 7:20. We split up in the parking lot and I text Lexi again, letting her know I’m on my way. I get home at 7:45. We’re meeting Emmy at 8:00.

“Hey baby, I’m home,” I call out as I walk through the door. “Think we can be a few minutes late? I really need a shower.”

“No need to worry Mr. Brooks, I pushed some of your appointments back. We have some time to take care of what’s necessary.” I freeze. That’s Lexi’s voice but it sounded too – official? Imperious? And what was this Mr. Brooks?

I take a few steps forward and open my mouth, but before I can say a word the breath is sucked from my body. Lexi rounds the canlı bahis corner in, the best way I can describe it, the sluttiest office outfit I have ever seen. It’s a business suit, but the dark-grey skirt barely covers her thighs, the red shirt is skin tight and half-unbuttoned. Above the shirt is a cropped jacket that matches the skirt, beneath it is a bra of black lace. She’s wearing black tights that sheathe and frame her thin legs to perfection. On her feet are the black heels that she usually only wears by my request. Her hair is pulled back in a fierce bun. She stops a few feet short from me looks up from the papers in her hand with a straight face.

“I know you’re a busy man Mr. Brooks, but we have things to discuss. I hope you don’t mind that I rearranged your calendar without your permission.”

“Uhhh…” I say, and she smiles. “I thought not. Come sit down.” She turns from me, moving towards our couch. I can only follow her, right? I’m hypnotized by the way she walks, my eyes glued to her hips. She turns just short of the couch, grabbing my hand and pushing me into the corner seat of the sectional. She looks down on me with a hint of a smile.

“You are a busy man, Mr. Brooks. And it is my job to ensure you are well cared for. Now,” she puts a finger to her lips, “where did I leave that one form?” She turns away from me then, facing the coffee table. She bends at the waist, spreading her legs but keeping them straight. Her skirt, already ridiculously short, rides up. She shuffles things around on the table but all that is meaningless against the vision before me. Her stockings are held up with black garters, the lines taut against her ass. Between those lines there was… nothing. Only flesh. I need only lean forward and we would both be in heaven.

My mind seems to race and be vacant at the same time. While I try to breathe, Lexi stands up and faces me, a tumbler partially filled with amber liquid in her hand. The stern look from earlier is gone, and she places her free hand against my cheek.

“You work hard, so hard. I need to make sure you are alright.”

I inhale the scent on her hand, a body spray we both love. I close my eyes and lean into her palm. She leans down and kisses me, a quick peck. She pulls back, the mask back on.

“Why, Mr. Brooks, I don’t think your wife would appreciate that.”

Quick caveat, we had talked about roleplay but never taken part. Our sex life is good, but this, this is something else. This is great.

“Miss,” I say, finding my voice.

“Misty,” she says, correcting me before biting her lip.

“Misty,” I say, firming my voice. “I need you to put that drink down.”

She arches an eyebrow but turns from me once more, placing the drink where she found it. Again she gives me that delectable view. I force my hands to remain where they are. She faces me, hands folded in front of her. I grab her behind the knee and ease her foot next to my hip on the couch cushion.

“It’s my job to ensure we’re both cared for, Misty,” I say, kissing her just past her knee. “I like to make sure my… secretary?” I kiss her further up her thigh, and I take her moan as assurance that my guess was correct. “Is properly cared for.”

Lexi is far from a prude, and has a fair share of lingerie. We like to try new things, but seldom does she go sans underwear. A few times she has actually stripped naked in the car after going out for a few drinks. We never waited to get in the house before going any further. Those were great nights.

But I digress.

This current sight is driving me wild. My lips move up her thigh as I push her skirt to her hips. My hands run down her firm ass, massaging her tight thighs.

“I saw us being in opposite positions here,” she breathes. I smile against her warm skin.

“You know there are some things I cannot get enough of.” She laughs, her fingers running through my hair. “Do I?”

Oh. Right. Roleplay. “Let’s say this is… on the job training.”

She snorts, a crack in the façade. I stop her with a quick kiss right on top of her clit. She gasps, and I move to lick all around it, covering her smooth mound with kisses. My hands run up her blouse, undoing the few buttons doing their job. I push off the shirt and jacket, glancing up to take in the sight of her in only a bra.

So I said Lexi is thin, and she is, and while her breasts are not large, they pop out from her lithe frame. They are perky to a fault, and she has had to explain to more than one person that they are not fake. All that to say, much like the woman herself, they’re perfect.

I know what she likes, so the bra doesn’t stay on long. The flesh held behind it moves near not at all, and my hands are quick to replace the material. She sighs and leans into them. I move my tongue lower between her legs, delighting in the bare skin. I lick up and down, and when I know she’s ready I cover her clit with my lips and suck in, applying gentle pressure. Her entire body reacts, her hips moving against my face, her abs tightening and rippling. Her fingers enmesh bahis siteleri deeper into my hair. My fingers massage her breasts before concentrating on her nipples, pinching and rolling. Her breath quickens and I increase the pace of everything I’m doing. She drapes her leg around my shoulders, giving me even better access. Her head lolls back and I double down on her clit.

After a few moments she tenses, her hips driving against me while her hands try to pull me away. I fight against her for a moment before breaking away and bringing my thumb gentle against her clit, barely touching it as I rub the petite nub. Her face is red and her breathing quick, and as she rides the last wave she pushes my hand away. She opens her eyes and smirks at me.

“Mr. Brooks, that was very unprofessional.” I meet her gaze and move my hands to her skirt. She moves her foot to the ground when I find the zipper, and I pull the tight skirt to the floor. She moves her hands to the garter but I shake my head. She laughs as I pull her to me so that her knees straddle me.

“I thought not,” she says, before I pull her into a kiss. We keep our lips locked as pulls my tie free and unbuckles my belt. I raise my hips and she slides my pants and underwear down just far enough.

“It’s been difficult working for you while only wanting you inside me,” she whispers in my ear. She grabs my shaft as she speaks, guiding it into her. She sighs as slides all the way down, my hands gripping her ass when she sinks all her weight onto me. She begins to ride me, but I stop her, lifting her up a few inches. I move to the edge of the couch. We lock eyes and she smiles, adjusting herself so that her feet were behind me. She sighs again, and I begin to move her hips for her, grinding her against me instead of moving her up and down. We kiss some more, hers becoming sloppier as we continue on. Her movements move from slow and languid to short and jerky, her lips beginning to frenzy against my own.

Another great thing about Lexi, once you give her one orgasm a lot more tend to come pretty quick.

She moans into my mouth, pulling away as the pleasure takes hold. Her body stiffens again and her eyes snap shut, her mouth hanging open. I try to do my part, thrusting up and pulling her against me, driving into her as deep as possible while continuing to grind her clit against my waist. She collapses against me after a few long moments. I know she needs some time, but I again drink in the sight of her garter belt and stockings, and I feel her heels against my back. I remember her lip bite as she stood over me. The thought makes me twitch in her, and she giggles. With as much tenderness as I can muster, I pull her hair from her bun, releasing the thick waves. I pull her legs from behind me, folding them up against her body. Then I fall sideways onto the couch, keeping her on top of me. She may have the position, but I am in control. She gasps as I thrust into her, and then proceed to pound away.

“God yes,” she says, panting against my ear. “Harder baby.” I know that sound. All pretense of her ruse has fallen away, and it’s just the two of us again. I grab her ass with both hands as tight as possible, pulling her into me as thrust as fast as possible. She moans and bites my ear. I keep this going as long as I can, pushing her up and taking her nipples into my mouth by turn. She cries out anew with each one, grabbing my head and pulling it against her. I suck and run my tongue around them, doing what I know she likes. My own need is taking control, and I know she’s fine with it when she starts laughing through the gasps. Her whole face is lit up and glowing. I gotta tell you, it’s a great look.

When I get close I sit up, raising my hips. She clings to me and draws in her legs so that I can roll to the top. It takes a few extra movements on the tight confines of the couch, but we make it in good order. Here I slow my thrusts but push them deeper, and I’m rewarded by a whole new set of moans from Lexi. We kiss some more, and she feels me enlarging as I reach my own climax. I break our kiss and tell her anyways. She locks her legs around me and flexes what seems to be every muscle in her body. That’s all I need, and I stare into her eyes as I finish.

–

“So what’d you think?” We’re in the car, and she looks great. No matter how much I pleaded she insisted on changing before we met Emmy for a (very, for me) late dinner. After a quick shower she’s wearing a black strapless top that shows just a hint of midriff and a white skirt that, while nowhere near as short as her skirt earlier, still shows plenty of leg. I smile at her from the driver’s seat.

“I loved every bit of it,” I say, and she smiles and turns to face me, drawing one leg up to her waist to do so. “Really?”

I know I said she smiled, but right now she’s really beaming.

“All of it. I don’t know if you’ve ever been sexier, and that’s saying something.” She laughs. “Where’d it come from?”

“It’s something I’ve been planning for a while, but never really had the guts to bring it up. I got bahis şirketleri off of work a little early today, and once I realized you’d be late, I figured it would be a good pick-me-up going into the weekend.”

“I couldn’t ask for anything better. God you know exactly what I love. The heels, the garter belt, the stockings… even your hair in a bun, I don’t know, it was perfect.” She giggles, then leans over to kiss my cheek. “I certainly had fun with it.” She nuzzles against me and we enjoy the silence.

“One thing did throw me off a bit.”

“Yeah?”

“The comment about my wife not liking what we were doing.” She draws back a bit. “Was that too much?” I think about my reply. “I mean, you said it so I figured you were fine with it, it just threw me off for a minute.”

One thing that’s been ironclad between us is our commitment to monogamy. Personally, I’ve had no reason to complain about it. Thinking of Lexi with another man sickens me, so I can only assume that she feels the same thinking of me with another woman. Neither of us is the jealous type, we’re just committed to each other. I’m far from perfect and have seen plenty of attractive women, but in all honesty my reality could give even the hottest fantasy a run for its money.

Especially after tonight.

Lexi sits without speaking, facing forward once more. “I guess I was going all in as the slutty secretary.”

“And I loved it. Believe me when I say that is not what I have been dwelling on this entire time.”

“Good.” Another red light. “Because if you ever did cheat on me with some office bimbo I’d kill you.” I laugh and lean in for another kiss. “I’d expect nothing less.” We sit waiting for the light to turn.

“I honestly can’t stop thinking about you bending over in front of me.”

“Yeah?”

“And the way your skirt rode up revealing how little you were wearing under it.”

“It was a bummer putting underwear on before we left.”

I run my hand up her leg until my little finger feels the thin lace between her leg.

“I do like theses ones though,” I say, calling up the image of her pulling the black thong up her long legs. I caress the fabric with my finger, and she giggles. She widens her legs just enough to give me more room when her phone buzzes. She glances at it.

“It’s Emmy. She has a table.” My finger feels it mark behind the lace and hones in on it. “That’s nice of her.”

“Mmm-hmmm,” Lexi says, dropping her head back against the seat. She breathes deep and I adjust my hand, hiking up her skirt and switching to my index and middle fingers. Still the pressure is light, just enough to be felt through the fabric. I keep my eyes on the road until a stop sign and I glance at my wife. Head back, mouth slightly open, nipples visible through her shirt, legs askew.

Gorgeous.

Her phone goes off again, and she reaches for it while cracking one eye open. She laughs at the message.

“She said ‘stop having sex and hurry up.'” I laugh as the traffic clears and we pull past the stop sign.

“She knows us too well.”

–

Emmy has a drink when we arrive. She’s at an elevated table near the bar, wearing a loose white shirt that hangs off her shoulders and tight jeans. She really does have a great smile. It lights up her face when she sees us making our way across the restaurant. Lexi waves, pulling away from me to get to her friend first. I notice no few sets of eyes follow her progress across the crowded floor. Emmy hops down from her chair and hugs Lexi. It’s been maybe 48 hours since they saw each other last. I roll my eyes, though I’m happy they’re so tight. Friends since middle school, they’ve somehow made it through being college roommates and into their late 20s being near inseparable. When I dated Lexi she was great, always fun and supportive of the relationship. We didn’t hang out too much, but not long before Lexi and I got engaged I pulled her to the side and asked her what she thought of me wanting to marry her best friend.

“Are you serious? I’ve practically been waiting for you guys to get married ever since she came home after your first date.” That threw me. “What do you mean?”

“Jack, I’ve seen pretty much every one of Lexi’s boyfriends. No one ever came close to what you did that night.”

“Ummm… I think we got milkshakes even though it was January.”

“And below freezing.”

“I shouldn’t have planned on going for a walk.”

“So you guys ducked into that little shopping center just to get warm and heard that guy playing guitar in that coffee shop.”

“But they were charging a cover for some dumb reason and I had zero cash.”

“So you sat on a bench outside and listened to the music and Lexi drank as much of her milkshake as she could stomach even though she was still freezing from being outside and dairy has never been too good to her.”

“Well when you put it like that…”

“It sounds godawful, right? I thought so too. I had like three friends over that night who thought the same. But she had this big dumb grin on her face, couldn’t even describe why. I’m not gonna say I called it then, but let’s just say I’m surprised it took you so long.” I remember looking at Emmy for a long time. “You know that story pretty well.”

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I’d been working all day once again pushing numbers and making calls just as I have for years on this contraption of wires and chips that has become so integrated in my life, that at times it seems the place where my fingertips end and the keyboard begins no longer exist. I was going crazy, formatting this, compiling that, where in the hell was my life going? I hadn’t talked to my longtime friends in years, my marriage had taken a nose dive to a point where at times I hardly remembered her name, and my sex life was nonexistent. I had to do something so I called up a few friends but they had other things going on in their lives and we promised to stay in touch and do lunch, how I have come to hate that term, but we all knew those days had passed, but I needed contact with others besides those I worked with, so I turned back to something I did know, the internet and the endless places it could take me.

I searched out places to meet other adults that maybe shared the same views or thoughts I have and joined a few communities and even found the world of private messenger with a few. I had heard about the flirting and online affairs they said took place but didn’t put much stock into it, after all, just how real could feelings be when you can’t touch, see, and feel the other person.

I had developed a good friendship with a lady from a neighboring State and I found myself talking with her more and more each day while I should have been hard at work. Lynn was a few years younger than I and we both were in a marriage that had reached a point where we wished we could move on but knew it wasn’t possible, and slowly we began to become more personal with our questions, our hope and soon or desires. We both had values but this was a way we could open up and feel good once again.

Lynn had a lot of other ladies she knew and at times we would get together in a conference and have a great time, but it was our personal time I enjoyed best, until one day when she told me her friend from a small village in the UK was online and did I want to meet her. Always wanting to make Lynn happy how could I refuse. I remember the moment Siobhan entered into the chat. She had the type of name that made my blood surge, very erotic. Her words were like milk chocolate, smooth and rich and seeing the exchange between her and Lynn made me wonder just how well these two knew each other.

Over the course of the following weeks we all got to know each other very well and the flirting was outrageous and exciting. More than once I would become hard seeing them tease each other about them kissing or touching and making me beg, which I did often. Lynn and I had exchanged our photos and she had some nudes she sent that made my days go by, but I knew this was the best it would ever get and resigned myself to my dreams of being with her but for a few hours, and she had some I had taken just for her and she told me she too wished we could meet in real life more than once. Siobhan called me up online one day and floored me when she asked when she was going to get copies of the special photos I had sent her friend.

I got myself together and of course denied having them when she expressed a smile and told me her and Lynn we very good friends, and she had already seen one of them I had sent her. When she told me she liked my thick cock with it’s large pink head I about dropped my tea and didn’t know what to say to her. She then sent me a few of her special photos, very teasing and erotic pose, hinting at her breasts and pussy but giving a full view of her ass and shapely legs. Needless to say from that day on our conversations became more heated and with all three of us together it got very intense at times, but we all agreed it was safe, fun and we were adults after all.

Lynn and I had no secrets from each other, we had truly become close and shared everything, so when later that year I had to go on an extended business trip to New England, I let her know a few months ahead of time where I would be if she wanted to call. I’d have my laptop but it was networked internet casino so we wouldn’t be able to play. She assured me she would keep busy and to let Siobhan know I’d be back in a few weeks.

I was staying at a cottage my company had secure for me and while it was well away from town and secluded, the rustic nature of its location helped me relax after my daily chores in the city. With a holiday coming up I was looking forward to a three day weekend there as I drove to my new home away from home, thinking I would build a nice fire, make some sweet tea and just relax as I read a book. But I was also planning on calling Lynn later just to hear her voice.

The weather was warm here during the day and the air was refreshing as I pulled onto the road almost there, and that’s when I caught the aroma of smoke from a chimney. It just made me want to hurry so I could fire up the hearth myself, but as I pulled onto the driveway, I noticed that the smoke was coming from my cottage. I didn’t know who had been inside but I was about to fine out.

I swung open the door and there by the fireplace, standing but facing away from me was a figure of a women I thought I recognized, the shape of her back, the long legs and shapely ass, the style and color of her hair, and as she turned and looked over her shoulder, her mouth in a cross between a smile and a grin but seductive nonetheless and her eyes deep and erotic, my heart skipped a beat and as she said, “hello Dominic” in her British accent that I had heard so many times over the static of the internet, I knew this vision of beauty before me was Siobhan, and my knees went weak for a moment. I didn’t know how this was happening but I was so overwhelmed I stood there gawking until she came over, handed me a drink and took my hand. She felt so warm and soft and the look of her smile and eyes caused a stirring I wasn’t prepared for and looking down she noticed and smiled that certain smile again that didn’t help at all.

We settled on the couch, feeling the warmth of the fire and began talking, many things we already knew about each other but said it all again. At some point I took her hand in mind and as we sat facing each other, I reached out and touched her hair, she closed her eyes and made a sound that let me know she enjoyed my touch. And as she placed her hand on my thigh, slightly using her fingertips to stroke my thigh, my own eyes closed for a moment and my mind ran wild with desire.

It had been such a long time since I had touched a women in this way, I wanted to take my time and soak in everything, so as we let each other know by touch that we both had a desire for more, we talked some more. She told me that Lynn and she had been wanting to meet for a long time and decided that using my trip would be the perfect time and that she had arrived this evening, early in the day and that Lynn would be arriving in the morning. This was all news to me but happy news indeed. The thought of both of these ladies, both of whom I had shared special moments with on the internet caused me to once again become hard, and again Siobhan took notice and let her hand move up to cover my hardness. I looked deep into her eyes and saw that we both wanted the same thing, needed it.

I drew her too me and gently kissed her eyes, softly moving my lips down her cheek, feeling her breath shorten as I softly kissed her lips, then feeling them part as our tongues probed and explored each others. I cupped her head in my hand, feeling the texture of her hair as we kissed deeply till I felt lightheaded, only then did we draw apart, and smiled at each other.

I removed her shoes, gently rubbing her feet till she began to remove her blouse, seeing her breasts come into view, her erect nipples straining the material or her lace bra make my cock jump. I removed her slacks and as they slide over her hips, I could see the wetness of her white lacy panties and the hint of the sweet lips of her pussy. I stood up taking her with me and as we stood facing each other, my hands explored her hair, her canlı poker oyna face, her soft back and arms, trailing to her heaving breasts where I took her firm nipples between my fingers, rolling them till she moaned.

She unbuckled my pants and they fell to the floor, my cock now pressing into her lower stomach, she reached for me and took me in her hand, stroking me till I was about to cum, but knowing that I didn’t want to yet, not until I pleased her, I pulled back and eased her down till she was sitting at the edge of the cushion, then kneeling between her legs I stroked her thighs, feeling the firmness under my hands. She was a runner and her legs were strong but soft and parted at my urging as my fingers played over her skin, getting closer and then backing away. I could see she was getting wetter and I wanted to taste her, but resisted not only for her pleasure but that of mine.

I kissed her knees and slowly kissed my way up her thighs, first one side then the other, her skin hot on my tongue, the heat of her pussy and her scent was driving me wild with desire and as I let my fingers dance over her lips, trailing between them and brushing her clit, she shuddered and pushed up towards me. With one hand under her cupping her cheeks I let me fingers slide again between her lips and then eased one into her. She responded with a loud moan and was bringing her ass off the cushion, wanting to feel more, and I lowered my mouth to her, letting my tongue slide up and down, flicking her clit as I kept sliding a finger deep inside her, she was dripping wet and tasted so good.

She scooted even closer to the edge to give me all of her and spread her legs wide, rocking her hips as my tongue pushed deep inside. Siobhan has what I call a pretty pussy. Her Lips well defined, the color a bright pink but yet a ruby red as her desire built, and her juices were flowing soaking my face and chin, which made me very hard, and wanting more. I eased another finger into her and turned my hand so I could rub her bump of nerves known as the g-spot to most, and as I rubbed harder she began to shake and drive up into me and was soon cumming harder than she ever had, her wetness rushing out only to be lapped up by my tongue until she said I had to stop it, it was just to intense.

I kissed my way up her stomach, lingering at her nipples when she took my face in her hands and kissed me deeply, licking her own wetness off my lips and face, and the sounds she made again made me aware of the hardness between my own legs, but she recovered fast and pushed me back to where I was sitting as she had moments before, kneeling between my legs she took my cock in her hand, pumping me firmly, milking precum to the tip where she lowered her tongue and flicked my head then pulling back, a tiny thread of my wetness still on her tongue and my cock, then she engulfed me, sucking me hard while pumping me till I thought I was about to cum and my cock grew thicker till I thought it would burst, then she slowed, drawing it out.

Siobhan got up and lowered herself facing me onto my cock, in total control now and that was fine my me, she eased down partially then back up, each time lowering yet more till I was in her all the way. She sat there a moment then began to rock slowly then moving up and down, the tightness of her pussy starting to clamp down on me, and I did my best not to explode right then but when she took her tits and brought her nipples up to her lips, her tongue reaching out to flick her own nipples, then taking them one at a time between her lips, sucking them, I couldn’t hold in anymore and I reached forward, taking her hips in my hands as she drove up and down on me again and again till I felt myself begin to cum, it was so powerful and such volume she came with me as I emptied my hot cum deep inside her.

After we regained control over our breathing, I pulled her to me and held her close for what seemed forever. I suggested a shower to clean up and after that and a light snack we laid down to sleep in the king sized bed, me holding poker oyna her close with her back to me and my arms holding her breast.

I slept like I hadn’t in years and I must have been dreaming because I could hear Siobhan talking to someone and it was one of those dreams that’s so real you could even feel and smell things. Siobhan wore a scent that was very light and appealing to me, but I was sensing another mixed with hers, something very erotic about it and there was soft laughter and giggles, and it felt so real I think I became hard. I awoke thinking I was having a wet dream, until I saw in the glow of the fire that was still burning in the other room and the soft light from the hall, that there was another person here, and Siobhan was no longer in my arms.

Siobhan was in the arms of someone else, and they were kissing with a passion I had never seen before, and their hands were flying over each other and it was a moment before I realized she was holding another women, kissing her, stroking her, making love with her. They both looked over and I heard Lynn say, “Morning Dominic, I got in early, sit back and enjoy”, and they resumed their play.

Having a desire to be with two women or at least be present with two had been a desire of mine for as long as I could remember, but here it was, and it was beautiful to see. They knew exactly how to touch one another, where and for how long. As they moved onto the bed beside me, I turned on a table lamp and watched as their fingers and tongues explored each other. There was a softness to them that can only be seen if there, and when Lynn produced some toys she had brought, it was like I didn’t know anything on giving pleasure as I watched her insert them into Siobhan, the angles and speed in which she fucked her with them, I knew I was learning something here and paid lose attention.

After Lynn had Siobhan dripping wet she lowered her tongue to her pussy and ate her as if starved, covering herself with cum, then at last Lynn moved over to me, offering me Siobhan’s juices to me to lick off her lips and face, then we kissed our first kiss which lasted for days it seemed, my hands touching her face, her hair, I was in heaven. At one point Lynn fell onto my chest and screamed with pleasure, and that’s when I noticed Siobhan had moved behind her and was fucking her with a vibrator while pushing a finger into her ass which must have felt good because Lynn began to shake with her whole body, biting my chest and stroking my cock so hard it almost hurt as she came again and again under the hands and tongue of Siobhan.

They got into a sixty-nine position and both began licking each other while using soft dildos at the same time and it didn’t take too long till they were both screaming as the climaxed. They recovered and smiled at me which made my cock leap and they stood up on the bed as they mover over to straddle me. Siobhan held Lynn’s hands as she helped her down as she squatted onto my cock and began rocking, then Lynn held Siobhan as she lowered her pussy down to my waiting tongue.

This allowed me to not only lick and push my tongue deep into her soaked pussy, I was able to lick her ass and probe it with my finger, which she seemed to like. They reached forward, touching each others breasts, pinching nipples, licking and sucking each other until I felt my climax building, first deep in my feet, then spreading up my legs, and Lynn move off my cock as it reached my balls and took me deep into her mouth. Siobhan leaned over and began pumping my shaft while Lynn was sucking the head, and as I began to cum, they each trying to get what they could, then kissed, sharing my hot cum with each other, licking me clean and each other.

They moved up on either side of me and I just held them both tight while they laid their head on my shoulder, and I tried to think what I had done to deserve this, and there was no answer, sometimes things just happen and were not supposed to know the whys, just accept it and cherish is.

The rest of the weekend was filled not only with some of the best sex I’ve ever had and maybe ever will, but one thing is for certain, never again will I take the internet for granted, and you just never know what a simple hello to someone far away will result in, and it can happen is a moment.

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My two year internship at the University of Rhode Island Public Relations Office paid off. Two weeks prior to graduation the director – Rob Paradin – called me into his office and offered me an entry level job as a writer / editor.

“We really don’t have a position, Johnson,” he said casually. “But you’re such a fine writer we don’t want to lose you. And you’re already well-liked by half the faculty and newspaper editors in the state.”

He handed me a formal letter with the job specifics. I quickly scanned the details until I found the salary. It was a good $3,000 a year less than average and at least $5,000 less than I could command at another college. On the other hand, a job in hand…, and I was young and single, so what the hell?

“I’m sorry it’s not more,” Rob said. “Best I could do.”

He braced for disappointment.

“Thank you,” I said, “I’ll take it.”

Now I’ve kinda got a Ron Howard thing going on – unkempt bushy red hair, some lingering freckles, a forehead bill-boarding future baldness – so I wasn’t much with the ladies during my undergraduate years. I was more of the constantly working, lots of hobbies, intramural sports, going home once a month to play Dungeons and Dragons with my high school buddies kind of guy.

I don’t drink but did get “lucky” a couple times after attending frat parties with some of the jocks I befriended by writing glowing profiles about them for the Campus Newspaper. But in general I was just one of the (more than you think) guys who drifted through college without a girlfriend or serious prospects. There had been a string of girlfriends in high school, but that was child’s play; we all understand that after we’ve grown up.

During the second semester of my senior year the Public Relations Office hired a 26 year old graphic designer named Janice Watts. And dang. The other four members of the office have all been there for 15 years or more and were old enough to be my parents. To my amazement Janice spent a lot of time talking to me during the five to six hours a week I was in the office. In hindsight, I’m sure it was the fact that we were the two youngsters in the office and she needed an ally, but at the time, for the life of me, I could not understand why such a goddess was wasting her time talking to “Opie.”

I’m 5’5″. Janice is 5’9′, weighs about 120, and has gorgeous brown hair that hangs straight and ends in a semi-circle just below her shoulders. She is tall and slender but has slightly oversized, round breasts. Her hips are narrow and she has a very small bottom. She wears a collection of single colored dresses that end just above her kneecaps. She goes for practical, not glam in her day to day appearance and accentuates her look with a lot of plastic headbands and hairclips. You could have pulled her from the opening sequence to “That Girl” starring Marlo Thomas. She is quiet and demure at work and an excellent artist. Rob and the other editors in the office rave about her work.

She has a hunky boyfriend named Roger (I have never seen nor met him) and two kittens. Our conversations at work – she does the talking – revolve around 1) problems in the office; 2) Roger; and 3) Milo and Trix, her “kitties”. I don’t pay much attention to whatever she’s talking about but I welcome the opportunity to admire her physical beauty and feel adult when I get to hang out with her.

In the year since she joined the office, Janice has only said one thing that stood out to me. She said when she is nervous or anxious she needs a “little skin to skin” to calm her down. I assume she meant with Roger, but I was not sure exactly what the details were.

By the following spring a healthy competition had developed between us. A story I authored featuring a Child Development Center Director who felt we are teaching children to fear was picked up by the New York Times. A watercolor illustration she painted for the cover of the alumni magazine was featured at a local gallery. And so on. We began to bicker and jockey for position in staff meetings although we maintained our “office friendship” socially.

Rob called us into his office one day in March and read us the riot act.

“We’re all on the same team in this office and the rest of the staff and I are tired of your bickering and competitive, negatives spirits. You have separate jobs that are both indispensable to this office and the mission of this University. We’re not going to have a conversation like this ever again. Understood?”

We nodded humbly, said “Yes sir,” and left the office. Ironically, we hadn’t taken five steps before Janice pointed a finger at me, glaring, and said: “That was your fault!”

A week later we were both quiet during the staff meeting. Rob surprised everyone at the end by announcing he had received two all-expense-paid invitations to the annual Arts and Writer Conference sponsored by the Chronicle of Higher Education. The four day conference was slated for late April at the University of Notre Dame in South Bend, Indiana. He was sending Janice and güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri me.

“If they have a session on teamwork, I expect both of you to take it,” he called in our direction as the meeting broke up.

This was my first conference and Janice soon confided she had never flown anywhere in her life, so our excitement was mixed with a fair amount of anxiety. Conference week arrived and we flew to South Bend. Janice grabbed my hand when the plane took off and dug her fingernails

in the soft skin between my thumb and first finger for the first twenty minutes of the flight. Despite the pain the geek in me was thinking: “All right, I’m holding her hand.”

We landed and took a taxi to our hotel, only to find out the hotel had accidentally given our rooms away. There were none left. The desk clerk spent fifteen minutes trying to find more rooms for us. No luck. In addition to the Arts and Writer Conference and two other conferences, it was the week leading up to the annual Notre Dame Spring Football Game, which for some reason attracts fans and alumni from around the world.

Janice went white. “What are we supposed to do?”

“There’s a bed and breakfast down the road I could try. It’s a little run down and off the beaten path, but the folks that run it are nice.”

“Call them.”

Estelle Murphy and her husband Jack have run “The Dickens” B&B for 30 years. They are what cliché-ridden authors would call “salt of the earth people.” They’re round and old, bright and cheerful, and once they know your name you’re basically family.

The desk clerk lifted the phone onto the counter and handed it to Janice. “Hello,” she said to Estelle. “No, we need two rooms….Me and another guy from work….All right, hang on.”

She turned to me and twisted her finger through the phone cord nervously. “They only have one room available this week. There’s a queen bed and a day bed. What do you think Sam?”

I stole a glance at the desk clerk. She nodded.

“I think it’s our best shot,” I said.

Janice returned to the phone. “Okay Miss Murphy….Err, I mean Estelle, we’ll take it. We’ll be right over.”

The desk clerk hailed a taxi and told the driver where we were going and to charge the fare to the hotel. She wished us well and off we went. Estelle and Jack greeted us and showed us the room. Janice fell in love immediately, of course, because it was one of those traditional overdone B & B rooms that brags of superficial importance. It had stained hardwood floors, a massive white quilt with ruffles, and some kind of subtle theme whirling around the walls. Of course the room had a name, and of course it was the “Oliver” room.

The day bed was actually a small, hard loveseat. I groaned and made a mental note to find a hotel room somewhere else in the morning.

Jack had disappeared and Estelle had Janice by the hand. “Now you two should head over to Tuskadero’s for dinner. Get there before six so you get quality service. We’ll have a full breakfast for you at 8 o’clock sharp. And listen honey, we have well water and the shower water is only hot for about 15 minutes, so don’t dawdle in there. Okay, you two have a sweet evening and just get a hold of me or Jack if you need anything.”

Estelle looked me over critically and then fixed a sweet smile on Janice.

“Oh, no,” Janice protested. “We’re not…”

“Okay honey,” Estelle said with a wave and closed the door behind her.

Janice plopped on the bed. “Wow,” she muttered, “I’m pretty nervous. I really need a little skin to skin.”

“What?”

“Oh nothing, did I say that out loud? Let’s get some dinner.”

She disappeared into the bathroom and I took the opportunity to change into an oxford shirt. Janice returned in a beautiful knee-length black dress with a white collar. She threw a white shawl around her shoulders.

“I got the impression that restaurant is fancy,” she said.

“Me too. Should I put on a tie?”

“No, you’re fine Sam. You look great.”

She playfully turned my shoulders toward the door. “No let’s go. I’m starving.”

Dinner at Tuskadero’s was wonderful. There was lots of atmosphere in the multi-leveled dining room. The hostess had misinterpreted our relationship and seated us alone in a dimly-lit corner. There was a flicking flame in a small round globe in the middle of our table. The food – we both chose lamb, fresh green and au gratin potatoes – was incredible. Janice was stiff and distant at first, but the food, atmosphere, and two glasses of wine brought about a transformation. Soon she was relaxed and vibrant, leaning across the table, anxiously telling me secrets and snippets of personal information that only seem to slip out in these circumstances. The room was warm and her checks were flushed. Her beautiful, firm face was encased in the glow of the table light. Small shadows flickered around her face and forehead. I was literally overwhelmed by her beauty and the majesty of the moment. I had never experienced anything like güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri it before.

We walked back to The Dickens in silence. My hands were in my pockets and she surprised me by slipping her hand around my arm, escort style.

“Wow,” she finally said. “That was some dinner, wasn’t it?”

I nodded.

“I’m feeling better,” she said unconsciously. “I just need some skin to skin.”

We got back to our room and I sat down at the old fashioned wooden desk, popped open my laptop, and began to sort through the day’s emails. Janice sat in a Victoria chair in the corner, her long, shapely legs propped up on the wooden chest at the foot of the bed. She watched me toggle through the computer screen and fussed with her long hair. After a few minutes she said:

“I’m going to take a shower and get ready for bed. Thanks for dinner.”

“Uh-huh,” I muttered, not really listening.

Janice disappeared into the bathroom. It was pitch dark outside our second floor room. I looked out the window, bordered by layered lace curtains. I saw my reflection in the soft light that melted off the window and it suddenly dawned on me that I was sharing a room with this beautiful woman. It felt awkward and the more I thought about it the more uncomfortable it felt. It renewed my determination to find separate housing for us the next day.

The door to the bathroom opened a crack and I suddenly realized the shower was not running. Janice used the door to shield her body but I could see part of her shoulder and hip, enough skin to tell me she was naked.

“Um, did you want to take a shower Sam?”

“What?” I wasn’t sure what she meant.

“Because Estelle said there was only about 15 minutes worth of hot water,” she said softly.

“No. I’m okay,” I stuttered.

“Okay. Well, you can come in and take a shower with me if you want.”

She lingered on the door. I saw a piercing brown eye, expressionless, locked on my eyes.

I didn’t respond.

She slowly closed the door and I heard the shower come on a few seconds later.

My mind was spinning. Had she just said that? Did she just invite me into the shower with her?

I spent a minute trying to reason it out, then realized how stupid I was being and was out of my clothes and slipping into the bathroom seconds later.

I closed the door loudly. Her flannel pajamas were hanging on a hook on the back of the door.

“Is it still okay to come in the shower?”

“Come on in.”

A large shower head hung above the bathtub, inches above a white vinyl shower curtain which swung around the inside of the very large tub. I found the split in the curtain, pushed it aside, and climbed into the tub with much difficulty.

Then I nearly fell over when I saw Janice’s naked body. She had her back to me and the view was breath-taking. I had fantasized about her body on a few occasions but the real thing was much more beautiful. She stood directly under the wide shower head. Her hair was slick against her head and stuck to her shoulders. Her shoulders were round and the skin was tight against her shoulder blades. Her waist was thinner than I had imagined. Her ass was sublime. Two small flat lumps curled seductively underneath to her long thin legs. She spun around and my eyes locked on her beautiful breasts. They were big and round and firm and her small brown nipples were set up high. I realized I was staring at them and looked up into her face sheepishly.

“Yes, they are awesome,” she said. “Let’s see what you’ve got.”

She lingered on my eyes and my face and then began a slow descent, admiring my muscular shoulder and chest. By time her gaze reached my dick it was rock hard and slanted up like a flagpole sticking out of the side of a house.

She tapped my nose with her finger. “A little skin to skin,” she said, “but no fooling around. Okay?”

“Of course,” I said, breathing hard.

She handed me a tube of body wash and turned her back to me. “Soap me up,” she said.

“Ah, where?”

“Everywhere but my, ah, area,” she replied.

“Area?”

“Here,” she said, tapping her bush embarrassedly.

I went to work, rubbing body wash all her back and shoulders and working up a rich white lather. She moaned.

“Work my shoulders,” she whispered.

I become to massage her shoulders and shoulder blades. I had to stoop to reach her because my stiff cock was threatening to drive itself right into her asshole. I put one hand on her shoulder and slipped the other one down her spine to the small of her back. I paused for a second and then began to massage her beautiful ass with soap that I pushed down from her back.

“Yeah, that’s good. Use both hands,” she said.

I took my hand off her shoulder and became to massage her ass cheeks with both hands. I worked my hands underneath the bottom of her ass as close to her pussy as I could get. I desperately wanted to bend her over and shove my cock deep into her cunt. The water stream was warm güvenilir bahis şirketleri and humid and surged in rivers off her head and down her front and back. It splashed off her head and into my face in refreshing bursts.

“Do my legs,” she said softly.

I bent down, my nose almost wedged into the crack in her ass, and began to soap and massage her legs. It took every ounce of willpower not to sick my tongue between her legs and begin licking her pussy.

Halfway through the leg washing she turned slowly so I could work on the front of her legs. My face was now inches from her bush. She was an old fashioned girl, with a full complement of curly brown pubic hair. It was neatly trimmed. Although it was April and she was from Rhode Island, she had a beautiful tan, no doubt courtesy of a regiment of trips to a tanning salon or weekend trip to Florida. I washed her legs from her feet up. The water from the shower was cascading off her breasts, running down her flat waist and converging at her pussy. It ran like a stream from a fountain off her closed pussy lips. When I had worked my way up to the middle of her thighs she squeezed her legs together to let me know that was far enough. I stood up and soaped her hips and waist, then massaged her beautiful breasts and the front of her shoulders. I went back to her breasts and enjoyed those beautiful globes and hard small nipples.

She finally grabbed both my hands and pushed them off her breasts.

“That’s good,” she said and let the water run down her body and drive the soap down the drain.

She smiled, squirted some body wash and her hands, and began to massage it into my shoulders and chest. She spent much less time on my body than I had on hers. Seconds later she reached a soapy hand down south and wrapped it around my bloated cock. She stroked it a few times while looking hard into my eyes then shifted her gaze to my member.

“You and Roger are about the same size,” she said casually. “They even look the same.”

She rubbed some soap on my swollen ball sack and pulled it to the side to examine it. She pinched the sack just below my balls and stretched it out. Then she dragged me under the shower stream by my sack and watched as the water washed the white soap off my body. She spun me around and soaped up my shoulders and back. She leaned in and wrapped her arms around me from behind. I felt her breasts crush into my shoulder blades and her breath on my neck. She rubbed her face against the back of my neck. With one hand still wrapped around my waist I felt her other hand slide down and begin to massage and explore my ass. She turned her hand sideways and slid it up the length of my crack. I flinched.

“She laughed softly and wrapped her arms around me again. “You have a very nice bottom,” she whispered.

I was about to compliment every inch of her body when the heat left the shower stream and the water drifted from hot to lukewarm to chilly in a matter of seconds.

“Youch,” Janice said and cut off the water.

I reached through the curtain slit and grabbed a couple of towels and handed the larger one to her.

She climbed out of the tub and began to dry off. I stayed in the shower, cocooned within the curtain, and dried myself off. I was feeling self-conscious and awkward again. I waited until she had left the bathroom, then exited the tub and gathered my clothes. I noticed Janice’s pajamas were still hanging on the bathroom door hook.

I wrapped a towel around my waist and sat down on the day bed to figure out the logistics. Janice was in bed, on her side, with her back to me.

“You can sleep in the bed with me,” she said. “But nothing’s gonna happen. Just a little more skin to skin. If that’s okay with you, climb in.”

I peeled off the towel and gently slid into the bed behind her. Her body heat had already warmed the bed. I spooned behind her, shoulder to shoulder, being careful to keep distance between my insanely hard cock and her ass. She reached back, grabbed my hand, and wrapped it around her waist. I traced the outline of her belly button and settled in. I tried hard to relax and let the moments pass.

She took a deep breath. I was overwhelmed by her beauty but still felt a rising tide of guilt. I didn’t want to spend a night on the day bed but couldn’t help myself.

“Do you think Roger’s okay with this,” I whispered into her neck.

“No I don’t,” she whispered. “But I need the skin to skin. I’m just not gonna think about it.”

I lay stone awake, rock hard, my cock aching. I lay in the darkness and listened to her breathing. It grew progressively deeper and slower. Her body went heavy and rigid at the same time and I knew she was asleep. I waited a few minutes and then reached down and squeezed her ass. There was no reaction. I lifted one side of her ass, slid forward, and folded my cock into the crack. It ran up the length the crack and the head of my cock was pressed against her tailbone. I reached around her waist and cupped my hand against her breast. The nipple grew hard in my palm but she didn’t stir. A few seconds later my balls began to twitch, the pump engaged, and I came against the small of her back. It was not an explosive orgasm, but rather an overflowing of the banks. My cum poured from my cock head like a river and I came for a long time.

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Lana sat down at the kitchen table with a book of andyne fairy tales.

“So uh…” said Arin, filling the kettle and putting it on the stove. The kitchen was just off the living room, on the left upon entering Arin’s quarters. The hallway that branched off to the right led to Arin’s bedroom, the bathroom, and the office, which contained the laundry closet.

“Make it so, Captain,” said Lana, smirking. “What’s up?”

Arin rolled her eyes, brushing her wing feathers on the counter in annoyance. “A whole library at your disposal and you’re reading my homeworld’s stupid fairy tales?”

“First of all, it’s not at my disposal,” corrected Lana, sitting back in her chair. Her yellow hair hung in a loose ponytail, clashing spectacularly with the bright red color of the fuzzy pajamas she wore. Arin wore a similar pair of fuzzy pajamas, modified for her large, sparrow-colored wings with a strap that buttoned in the back. “You forget that I can’t go to the library myself. Robbie brought up my last batch of books for me, and I think he gave me the ones he picked out to read by accident – he’s on an anthropology kick right now.”

Arin rolled her eyes. “Even if you got the wrong books, why would you want to read something as gory as andyne fairy tales at the breakfast table?”

“Arin, it’s a quarter to two in the morning, breakfast isn’t for another three or four hours.” Lana yawned, stretching.

“I’m just saying, andyne fairy tales are the absolute worst,” snorted Arin. “Have you read all of the Crimson Changeling books? Or the Werewolf Astronaut series?”

“I’ve read every Crimson Changeling book out right now, twice, and your brother recommended the Werewolf Astronaut series to me yesterday.” The switch on the kettle clicked, and Lana stood up while Arin poured her mug of tea. “I’ll go start up Quark-Nado 6 where we left off.” Lana gave her Arin peck on the cheek as she left. It was still weird thinking that since midnight, it had been September 28, the day before Arin’s birthday. Arin didn’t want to think about it, nor about how old she was, and busied herself with preparing the tea.

Arin glanced at the clock on her oven as she passed: 1:49 AM. Arin tucked her wing around Lana, settling in on the couch with her tea for Quark-Nado 6: The Quarkening. Lana dimmed the lamp as the movie resumed, except the lamp wasn’t the only thing that dimmed – everything else did too. The television blinked out last, and they were left in total darkness. Lana moved to sit up, but Arin held onto her with her wing.

“They’re doing maintenance on the power grid for a few hours tonight,” sighed Arin. “I forgot all about it – but I have emergency lanterns if the dark bothers you.”

Lana didn’t say anything, but stopped trying to get up and cuddled up to Arin. They sat quietly for a long moment; the usual low buzzing and machine noises they were both so used to hearing was replaced with a hollow silence, punctuated by the distant echo of rain outside.

“Is your bedroom window still open?” Lana asked Arin.

Arin’s stomach dropped, reminding her how full her bladder was: it wasn’t difficult to hold at the moment, but after all the tea she’d had that night, it wouldn’t stay that way for long.

Lana pulled away, sitting up. She overbalanced as she started to stand up, and caught herself heavily on one hand – directly on top of Arin’s bladder.

Arin yelped and Lana scrambled to her feet. Arin hadn’t leaked yet, but she’d come dangerously close. Lana’s hand found Arin’s in the dark and pulled her up off the couch. “I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to fall on you!”

“You must really want to close that window,” grunted Arin, just barely containing another bladder leak.

Arin’s bedroom was lit by the muted glow from an industrial floodlight outside; the ship was at an aircraft dock for maintenance work, which was lit to daylight-levels at all hours. In that light, it was easy to see that the window was closed.

“See? I remembered,” sniffed Arin. Lana plopped down on Arin’s bed with her book.

“And there’s enough light to read by!” said Lana, giggling when Arin groaned.

“Well, what else are we gonna do?” asked Lana.

Arin took a deep breath and recited: “Well, Lana, this *is* a smut piece-“

“I’ll do whatever you want if you read a story with me,” insisted Lana as Arin sat down next to her. “Please?”

“Deal, canlı bahis but…why though?” asked Arin, though she was already snuggling up to Lana so that her head rested on Lana’s breasts, and her leg straddled one of Lana’s thighs, so that her bladder pressed up aginst Lana’s knee.

“Because when the power goes out, you read books,” said Lana matter-of-factly.

Arin yawned “It’s not ‘out,’ it’s just turned off for a few hours.” She leaned over to look at the titles in the book’s table of contents. “And all of these andyne bedtime stories are um…terrible. Can we try another book?”

Lana squirmed. The books were all out in the living room, stacked on the cabinet next to the tv. “But it’s dark and we’re comfortable…there’s a myth from my world you might know. It’s not gory, and everyone doesn’t die.”

Arin didn’t reply. There was a long, awkward silence, during which the splashing of rain seemed to make Arin’s bladder fill faster. She had the brief urge to just let go right there, lying across Lana, but she was already comfortable too, and didn’t want to have to get up and change the sheets in the dark.

Arin broke the silence. “Lana, you can start the story whenever you want.”

Lana tittered nervously, setting aside the book of fairy tales. “Just trying to remember it…close your eyes and use your imagination-“

“You mean like they do in a quarter of all 80’s movies?”

“Pleeease humor me?” begged Lana.

“Alright,” Arin sighed, lying back on Lana’s chest.

“So, the god Thor was walking around in a mysterious cloak one day and met a young shieldmaiden in a tavern. He made a bet with her: if he bested her in a drinking contest, she would have to complete an impossible task for him.”

“Are you sure this is a real Norse myth?” yawned Arin. “I know it’s from the same world as you are, but it sounds unlikely somehow.”

“Just sit back and listen,” snorted Lana. “Anyway, the Shieldmaiden lost the drinking contest, Thor revealed that he was a god the whole time, and gave her the impossible task: hunt down a dangerous ice giantess for him, bringing back proof of the encounter.”

“Did she accept?” yawned Arin.

Arin opened her eyes. She was in a river valley in the middle of a old-growth forest, looking down from high above as the sun was beginning to set. The river was loud, and the noise did nothing to help the nagging pressure building in her bladder.

Arin groaned, and was surprised to hear her voice booming through the valley. She looked down at herself. Arin was easily four times the height of most of the trees around her; she was completely naked; her hair was longer than it had been just moments before, roughly waist-length, twisted into a loose plait adorned with icy-colored pearls. Arin stared at them for several seconds, until her bladder spasmed. She looked around for a place to go, spotted a waterfall not too far away, and set off for it through the forest. She had to hold her wings up a bit to keep them from skimming and breaking the tops of younger trees.

A little over halfway there, Arin heard the faint, distant echo of a voice. She stopped and looked around, but could see nothing in the thick trees.

“Hello?” said Arin. Her voice echoed through the valley.

Arin waited several seconds, shuffling her gigantic feet. The trees below her seemed so small, and she wondered for a moment what would happen if she peed on them, just let loose right where she stood…

No answer came from the forest below, and Arin decided to move on. The waterfall was larger than she’d remembered, but Arin’s enormous size allowed her to climb it in just a few steps. When she reached the top, she straddled the river and shuffled toward the edge of the falls. She began to paw at her throbbing clitoris; she just had to keep it in for a few seconds longer…

Arin stood over the falls, looking out over the valley. As she started to squat down, she heard the faint voice again. And this time it echoed in such a way that she could understand it.

“Halt, ice giantess!” The voice was feminine, distinctly familiar, and had come from somewhere below Arin in the valley. Arin froze mid-squat to look around. A small amount of piss escaped her, dripping into the river that fed the waterfall below. Finally, she spotted the owner of the voice: a small armored figure barely taller than her ankle was bahis siteleri running toward her. As it emerged from the trees, Arin began to lose control of her bladder. Using her arms and wings for balance, she squatted on her tip-toes and bared her twitching vulva.

“I said halt, ice giantess!” the tiny figure commanded again as Arin released.

Arin’s stream splashed colossally into the river below, and split in two as it picked up speed: a hard jet that rivaled the waterfall beneath her, and a smaller one that arched over part of the valley and into the river, not far from where the small armored woman had been yelling at her.

The river beneath Arin was beginning to swell dangerously under the added current, so she looked around to check on her little friend: the tiny woman was closer than before, standing near the clearing by the waterfall. She was well out of harm’s way, much to Arin’s relief, and staring back at Arin. The tiny woman dropped her sword and ventured forward. She yelled again, but Arin couldn’t hear what she was saying over the roar of her own stream.

Arin still couldn’t place the owner of the voice, but saw something she did recognize as the tiny armored woman sprinted closer: long, very yellow hair poked out from underneath her helmet.

“Lana?” called Arin in surprise. “Is that you?!”

The small armored woman below came even closer, giving the growing flood under the waterfall a wide berth. “No!” She yelled, her voice echoing clearly up the rock face. It was definitely Lana’s voice. “I am the Shieldmaiden! Thor sent me to find you!”

“Thor?” Arin asked slowly. Her stream faltered for a few seconds and stopped. She’d emptied less than half her bladder, so she squatted in a slightly different position and prepared to let go again. “You mean that one asshole who smashes everyone with his hammer?”

The Shieldmaiden was about to yell something, but paused for a moment and shouted instead: “Well… I mean that’s…not…not true? I don’t think he expected me to get this far, let alone find and get this close to you…”

“Why-” Arin let go again, sending a torrent even stronger than the first arching over the valley. “-do you say that? Did he send you to kill me or something?”

“I don’t know,” The Shieldmaiden shrugged. “Probably. But he just said to ‘find’ you, and that I need proof I did.” The Shieldmaiden took off her helmet, revealing that she was, indeed, Lana. “I’d ask for a jewel from your ice crown, but you look so lovely in it I really don’t want to…”

Arin reached up and found that the Shieldmaiden/Lana was right: in Arin’s hair was a tiara, adorned with clear crystals of ice that formed delicate icicles.

“…Why am I wearing a tiara?” said Arin, pushing out a third short blast of piss. It crashed over a riverbank on the other side of the clearing with enough force to leave a noticeable divet in the landscape. When she finally dripped to a stop, Arin could feel that she was only half-empty. She groaned.

Arin stood up, looking down at the Shieldmaiden/Lana, who stood scratching her head, thinking.

“Maybe one of these?” asked Arin, pulling one of the larger pearls from her hair. “You can have two if you want. I *did* almost sweep you away in a flood just now-“

“Arin,” said Lana, though her voice wasn’t coming from the mini-Lana below. “Arin, wake up!” It sounded like Lana was right next to her-

Arin opened her eyes. She was stretched out on top of Lana on the couch, wrapped partially in a cocoon of blankets. The lights were back on, and the clock on the wall read 04:15 am.

“The barstools! They’re sentient! Ruunnn!” announced a scientist from the television: Quark-Nado 6 had resumed automatically. Arin shifted and a gush of pee whizzed out of her, into her already-soaked clothes and blankets. Arin couldn’t control it, and more came out with every movement she made, further soaking both herself and Lana before she could even stand up. Arin had just enough time to yank a pad pee pad out from under the low table in front of the couch before bursting again, peeing like a waterfall into the square of absorbent foam-like material.

Behind Arin, Lana stood up, gathering up soaked blankets and pulling off her drenched pajamas. She walked up and patted Arin’s shoulder a moment later.

“Better?” asked Lana yawning widely.

“Much, thanks,” said Arin, blushing bahis şirketleri hotly. “I’m sorry for soaking both of us. That tea was stronger than I thought.”

“Well, they’ve got the lights back on, so that means we can get everything in the wash,” Lana responded, slinging her soiled pajamas over her arm. “Here, gimme your clothes.” Arin had already kicked off her bottoms in her mad hurry to relieve herself into the pad, so she just had to give Lana the top. She let Lana unbutton the front while she undid the side-wing flap buttons. Lana took the shirt once it was off, slinging it over her arm with the other soiled laundry and whisking it away up the hall to Arin’s laundry room.

When Lana was gone, Arin noticed that there was an emergency lantern on the table, still on. She leaned forward, lifting her leg a little to steer her stream so that it stayed on the pad, and turned off the lantern.

Lana hurried back into the living room. She was completely naked, having put her soaked clothes in the wash. “Arin, you’re not going to like this-“

“…I left the window open, didn’t I?” sighed Arin.

Lana nodded. “We’re on the leeward side, though, so it didn’t get too bad. And the power’s back, so there’s that.”

“When did I fall asleep?”

Lana paused to watch Arin finish up, letting herself drip dry over the pad. Arin found herself staring back: she wanted to touch Lana’s hips, and her clitoris throbbed heavily at the thought.

“Around the time the power went off,” replied Lana. “You started mumbling about closing your bedroom window, and when I asked about it you told me to read you a story, and something I couldn’t understand about 80’s movies.”

On the television, evil sentient barstools swarmed into an evil tornado over a large alien city. Arin reached down and used the remote to finally pause it, yawned, and stretched her wings, running her hands through her tousled crimson hair. Lana stepped onto the pad next to her, spread her legs, and started peeing. Arin felt a rush of blood to her crotch, and couldn’t help touching herself.

Lana giggled, “Oh, you’re horny now?”

Arin watched Lana pee, smirking. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Lana pushed out the last of her pee into the pad. “I was about to say, it’s been a while since our last ‘session.'” She looked Arin up and down curiously.

“Were you just reading the whole time the lights were off?” asked Arin.

“Nope, I fell asleep about an hour ago,” said Lana. “I woke up when you were in the middle of soaking the blankets.”

“Ugh, I had the weirdest dream,” said Arin sleepily. Lana reached over and pulled Arin sideways with her, onto a dry spot on the couch. She spread Arin’s legs and kneeled between them, Lana leaned in until her nose was nearly touching Arin’s clitoris, which was just over 5cm fully-erect and throbbing excitedly with her pounding pulse.

“So did I,” said Lana coolly, kissing Arin just beneath her belly button. “Tell me about yours.”

Lana licked Arin’s clit lightly, and she whimpered, “Y-you were telling me a Norse myth about Thor getting in a drinking contest-” Lana licked her again, and began to gently suck on Arin’s clitoris. “B-but I think you were just making stuff up, then I was there. And you were too, but you kept telling m-me you were called the-“

Lana stopped sucking and leaned back, staring wide-eyed at Arin. “…The Shieldmaiden?”

“How-…I can’t have told you-” panted Arin. Lana stopped to pull over a dry portion of the foam pee pad, just in case, before settling back between Arin’s legs. “I haven’t told anyone about those dreams. How do you know? Was I talking in my sleep?”

“I’ve been having those dreams too,” Lana said slowly. “For a couple weeks now. But this was the first time I found you *and* recognized you…that ice tiara is lovely on you, by the way.”

“Th-thanks,” Arin whimpered, blushing madly as Lana got back to the “massage.” She stuck in three fingers in and wiggled them around for a few seconds before sucking Arin’s clit again. The sensation was even more intense than before, and Arin fell back on the couch, twitching while Lana teased her with her tongue.

Arin could feel herself starting to come, and it put pressure on her bladder: she wasn’t quite empty yet. A clear jet of piss had already begun hissing out when Arin gasped, “Lana, watch out-”

Arin came hard, crying out and unloading the remainder of her large bladder onto Lana’s chest and belly, with some of the clear urine dripping down Lana’s chin while she finished Arin off.

Continued in Pt 2.

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You would call me an Arab Prince. I am in my thirties and am very much for real. What I write here is true but I must shelter a little so that my stories cannot be traced back to me. I stand just over five foot ten, weigh one hundred and seventy-five pounds and am clean shaven. I have been told I look a little like Omar Shariff, but I do not believe that to be the case. I grew up in the Middle East and attended college in your country at a large state university. While I was there I became quite enamored with your beautiful women many of whom I had an opportunity to fuck. I am now back in my country involved in our family business, which is, of course, oil. I work few hours and have all the money that I will ever need. I basically live a life of hedonistic leisure. As it is your money that allows me to live in this manner and as it is your money that allows me to acquire and enjoy your succulent women I felt it was only fair to take a few moments here and there to tell you of a few of my adventures and life. I want to thank you for your money and your sensual women.

The Milk Maid

I own a small island just off the coast of my country that is about a mile and a half long and perhaps three hundred yards wide at the broadest point. There is a dock, a landing strip for my private jet, a very small village where about two dozen people in my employ live and my home that is on a small rise overlooking the white beaches and is 8,000 square feet in size. This is my oasis, where I come to escape and play.

A couple of years ago I was perusing an on line adult dating line when I came across the picture of a lovely young thing that lived in California. She said she was twenty had long blond hair that went to her rear end, large blue eyes and lovely pristine pale skin. Her most remarkable feature were her breasts that were large and cone shaped with incredible aureoles and large nipples. I had to have her for a very special plan that I had long nurtured. I summoned Hamdan and his wife Nessiba to my den.

I must take a moment to tell you of these two very important people in my life. As a young Prince, Hamdan was my chosen playmate. He came to our family from a Bedouin tribe. My father paid his family for his servitude as my companion. As we grew older he was trained by my father’s security as my bodyguard. I knew that he was eternally faithful and would die for me. He traveled with me to the United States and attended university with me and was my roommate throughout school. People would often think that we were brothers as we were constantly together and very dedicated to one another. Often I would allow him to fuck the young American women whom I had seduced when I was finished with them. When we graduated and returned home, Hamdan became my most trusted assistant. He managed my properties and conducted special assignments for me.

Nessiba had a similar heritage but a very different purpose. Nessiba is very beautiful with lovely olive skin, long black hair, large bosom and a lovely full ass. When I was eighteen my father took me to the wife of one of his managers whom he had sent away on assignment. He left me with her for a weekend while her husband was away. I later found out that he had told her what she was to do under threat of having her husband lose his job. The woman took my virginity and introduced me to the pleasures of the bed. I think she quite enjoyed herself regardless of the circumstances. When I returned home Nessiba, a girl of eighteen, had been placed in a bedroom adjoining mine. For the next two years while I finished my studies and prepared to leave for college I experimented sexually with Nessiba and enjoyed her in every way possible. My father’s plan was that when I left for school Nessiba would be matched back up with an older man from her tribe in marriage. I had grown to love her like a sister and did not want her out of my life. Unbeknownst to my father Hamdan had become enamored with Nessiba and she with him. With my permission Hamdan had begun to fuck her when I was away. I convinced my father to allow Nessiba to stay in the household while we were away at college and to offer her to Hamdan in marriage upon our return. Both Hamdan and Nessiba were thrilled by the prospect and our lives became intertwined forever.

When they came to me that day I told them of the flaxen haired American beauty on the Internet site and the plans I had for her. Hamdan made bahis firmaları arrangements to travel to the United States to escort her back to the island and Nessiba began making the other arrangements that were necessary for me to enjoy her in the manner that I desired.

She arrived three weeks later and was even more beautiful in person than she was in her picture. The girl’s name I learned was Pamela. She was, however, extremely agitated because Hamdan had brought her to me without her consent. For legal reasons, I cannot tell you how he did it. Suffice it to say that it is possible to clandestinely give a woman a cocktail of drugs that will allow you to suggest that she come with you and she will follow you without question. To the outside world she seems perfectly normal and consensual but in reality she was abducted in plain sight. When she arrived it took twenty-four hours for the drugs to leave her system. When she became aware of the fact that she had, in effect, been kidnapped she was extremely upset. Nessiba, who speaks fluent English, stayed with her and kept her as calm. When the time for us to meet came, Nessiba bathed her and dressed her in a crimson sarong of the finest silks.

It was dressed in that manner that I met Pamela for the first time in the dining room of my island mansion. Nessiba brought her to me and introduced me to her as Abdul-Qahhar, servant of the subduer. I bent and kissed her soft attractively tapered tender hand and pulled out from the table one of the teak chairs for her to sit upon. Nessiba left us alone as I took my place at the head of the table to her right.

“Why have you done this to me, why have you brought me here?” she said with a trembling voice as tears welling up in her beautiful eyes.

“Have you been hurt or mistreated in any way?” I asked.

“No, everyone has been very, very kind.” She replied.

I smiled at her and reached across to take her hand in mine. “Then enjoy your dinner. Let me get to know you over our meal. Afterwards I will show you my home and talk to you about why you were brought here. After that you will be free to leave and return to your home if you so choose.”

“Really?” she asked.

I squeezed her hand gently before letting go. “Most definitely my dear. No one will harm you in any way. “

I rang the small bell on the table and the staff began to bring in the many courses of our meal. Over the next hour and a half Pamela told me all about her life in Southern California. She had dropped out of college after one year and was working at a trendy ladies dress store on Rodeo Drive as a sales assistant, a job that she did not care for at all. She also confessed that she had recently broken up with her boyfriend and was currently not in a relationship. Her mother had died when she was a teenager from breast cancer. Her father had remarried too quickly in Pamela’s opinion and that had caused them to drift apart.

I smiled as she spoke. She was the perfect woman for my plan. The background check that I had conducted through a very discreet PI in Southern California had already provided me with the same information and I was pleased to see that she was honest and forthright with me.

Good to my word after dinner I took her on a tour of the home and surrounding area. The absolute beauty of the home and island overwhelmed her.

When we went on the beach we took off our shoes. I took her hand in mine and we walked as lovers through the sand and let the gentle waves break over and around our feet. The night had settled on the island and with few artificial lights to interfere the heavens above were majestic. It was a sight that was never seen in developed areas where the many lights and pollution hid the magical heavens.

After rinsing our feet we picked up our shoes and I walked her back to my den. Islam dictates that alcohol is a sin. I enjoy wine and brandy too much to let my religion get in the way. I simply deem them to be soft drinks and leave the retribution to take place at a later time from a higher authority. I poured both Pamela and I a lovely brandy and we sat to have our talk.

Reaching over to my desk I retrieved what I was looking for and handed it to the beautiful young woman.

“What is this?” she asked.

“It is a check for a hundred thousand dollars made out to you.”

It was obvious from her reaction that she had never seen a check of that amount kaçak iddaa much less one made out to her. “And what do I have to do for this?” she asked with trepidation.

“Nothing” I responded. “You have already earned the money from the unfortunate but frankly necessary manner in which we had to bring you here. And, of course, the pleasure of your company at dinner this evening and during our walk on the beach was worth every penny.”

“This is what you wanted to talk to me about?” she asked.

“No,” I said looking her in the eyes. “I have a proposal for you to remain here on the island. If you have interest in that we can talk. If you have no interest you are free to go with the understanding that your trip here and our evening together can never be discussed with anyone. The money is for the inconvenience and will only involve your signing a confidentially agreement- it will be just between us in other words. That is a condition of your acceptance of the check in your hands.”

I watched her to see her reaction. She simply looked at the check, a wonderful smile on her face. Pamela reached over and took a deep drink from her brandy. Her eyes met mine and did not leave them. “I’d like to hear what you have in mind.” She said as she placed the glass back down on the table.

At that moment I knew that I had her. She was trapped. Pamela was a beautiful but unsuccessful girl with a hundred thousand dollars in her hands on an exotic island with an Arab Prince and an unheard proposal. It was irresistible.

“After you hear my proposal you are free to accept or decline. If you accept you will go with Nessiba, if you decline Hamdan will return you to your home”. This was true. What she did not know is that if she declined we would drug her in such a manner that her memory would be completely wiped away and she would remember nothing of her time on the island and unfortunately much of her earlier life. We would also retrieve and destroy the check. This was an unfortunate but necessary procedure.

“Ok”, she replied.

“I propose that you remain here on the island with me.” I said watching her for a reaction.

“As your wife?” She asked with a lovely smile.

“No,” I replied. “Not as my wife but as a concubine. Furthermore you will need to allow Nessiba to provide you with a special vitamins and exercises before I will accept you into my bed.”

“I’m in great shape and heath,” she said defensively. It was the first time that I saw her level of immaturity. That would need to be curbed in the future.

“Yes you are”, I said with a smile that I hoped did not have too much of a leer to it. “But I have special needs and Nessiba will insure that you can provide them.” Pamela looked very uncertain. “You will have the enjoyment of the home and the island, an annual expense account of fifty thousand dollars for clothes, perfumes and trinkets that please you and each year that you remain here a hundred thousand dollars will be placed in an interest bearing account in your name.”

It took only a few moments of thought before Pamela rose and came to me. She sat on my lap and circled her long soft arm around my neck. I could feel the heat of her body and smell her sweet feminine scents. Leaning forward she kissed me with a passion that I returned. I could not help but weave my hand though the silks of her sarong and cup one of her magnificent breasts in the palm of my hand. Since I had seen them on the internet they had filled my dreams and now that one filled my hand I was not disappointed. She gasped as I gave her tit a firm squeeze. I felt her nipple grow hard.

“That is my answer” she said.

I rose and carried her in my arms out into the hall. Pamela expected, I am sure, to be taken to my bedroom and made love to throughout the night. It was something that I very much wanted to do as my cock was erect and eager, but there would be time for that later. Instead I took her to Nessiba, who had been waiting for us. Pamela looked at me in a puzzled manner. I kissed her one more time and then let Nessiba take her away.

For the next two months I was on the mainland and traveling around the world doing my business and did not see Pamela. I received regular emails from Nessiba telling me that my wishes were being adhered to and that things were going better than she had expected. I was in Zurich at a meeting when the email that I had been eagerly awaiting kaçak bahis came in telling me that all preparations were complete and that I could return at any time. I made arrangements to leave immediately and was back on the island within twenty-four hours.

Off my bedroom is a large pleasure area that I had specially constructed. If you have ever seen the movie Cleopatra or similar films you will remember scenes in a large tiled room with lounging areas, couches and a pool. My room is similar but modern with a pool that is like a very large hot tub/Jacuzzi. I showered and then sank into the hot bubbly pool and waited.

Pamela came in wearing a short shear peach colored silk robe. It was apparent that she wore nothing under the robe. She was stunningly beautiful. Her blond hair hung loose down her back. She smiled at me and let her tongue trace the contours of her lips. She then turned away and let the robe drop around her. I had not realized how long and attractive her legs were, so soft and well toned. From my vantage point looking up at her from the pool I could see the slit of her pussy between her thighs which had been cleanly shaved.

Slowly Pamela turned back around and looked down at me. “I hope you are pleased My Lord” I felt my cock begin to swell in the warm swirling water as I looked at the results of Nessiba’s efforts. Pamela’s breasts were engorged, blue veins were swelled near the surface and her nipples were full and erect. Over the weeks that I had been away drugs, vitamins and pumps had brought Pamela to full lactation.

The beautiful blond came into the water and sat next to me. I kissed her lips and sucked on her tongue. She arched her back and I bent my head down to take her swollen pink nipple into my mouth. As I gently sucked I felt her milk begin to release and I drank her sweet elixir. After about five minutes I switched and took her other tit in my mouth and nursed until she was drained. This was a pleasure of woman that I wanted. It was a pleasure that most men got only a few short weeks of their lives when their women were nursing babies and then only if the women allowed it. I had now arranged to have it anytime that I wanted.

While I took my fill of her milk I felt Pamela’s hand tentatively circle my erection. I did nothing to stop her as she began to gently stroke me. She leaned back against the side of the pool, closed her eyes and moaned as I mauled her tits. I found her soft parted thighs and slipped two of my fingers into her moist slippery cunt. As I began rub her clit Pamela pushed against my fingers.

I stood up and moved the compliant young woman so that her torso was outside the pool with her legs remaining in the water and her rear end up and open to me. Spreading her thighs apart I moved forward until my cock nuzzled into the crease of her pussy that was lustfully swollen with arousal and then I slid into the warmth of her cunt. Because she had had a boyfriend I had anticipated that she was not a virgin but was very surprised at how incredibly tight that she was. Pamela made the most wonderful earthy sounds as I slid deep into her and began to slowly pump in and out. She had not had any sexual release during the months that she was going through her lactation development and was very horny. I fucked her for almost half an hour during which time she begged me to fuck her harder as she had numerous and increasingly powerful orgasms. At last I felt that wonderful feeling spreading from my lower back through my body and I emptied myself deep into her womb.

That was five years ago. Today Pamela is still with me on the island. She is still very beautiful and continues to lactate. She makes me the most delicious sweet warm milk. I cannot get enough of her teats and have been known to carry her refrigerated milk with me when I travel for a special treat from home. She has never asked to leave the island and has been joined over the years by other women as I have built my American harem. She has developed a number of close friends and I am certain is very happy on my island. Some of those women have come to enjoy nursing on Pamela as much as I do. I have also used her special talent on a number of occasions in my business dealings, but that is another story for you on another occasion.

I hope that you have enjoyed learning a little of my life. I will write again telling of other very satisfying episodes. The next time you fill up your gas tank just think that thanks in part to you I am in bed with a young beautiful American woman sucking on her swollen tits and savoring her sweet milk. What a wonderful country you have. Thank you.

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This story is entirely fantasy, based on a missed opportunity several years ago. As such, and given the positive responses an earlier, similar story received, I decided to switch up the perspective again this time. Please let me know what you think. Thank you!

After a fun night out on the town, we return to my hotel room. Our flirtatious banter and touching has emboldened me, and in the elevator I put my arms around your waist and pull you in for a kiss. You respond enthusiastically, wrapping your arms around my neck and pressing your breasts into my chest as our tongues wrestle. When the elevator doors open on my floor, you pull me into the hall. We break the kiss long enough for me to lead the way to my room. Once inside, we are in each others’ arms again, falling onto the bed, kissing passionately.

Our hands explore each others’ bodies as we make out, rolling around on the mattress. You arch your back as I kiss your neck. I squeeze your ass and you moan enthusiastically. You roll on top of me and grind your pelvis against mine. I groan at the sensation on my hard cock.

After what feels like forever, you pull away. Lying next to each other on the bed, we gaze into each others’ eyes, breathing heavily. You caress my face. I run one hand up from your hip to your shoulder, then down your front to squeeze one of your breasts. You close your eyes and exhale a low moan, arching your back to press your tit into my palm. I take that as an invitation and lean forward to kiss you again, but you back away.

“Wait,” you say breathlessly. “Tonight has been lots of fun, but we should slow down. We go back to the real world tomorrow.” As you speak, your hand moves down to my chest, stroking me through my shirt. Your eyes look into mine searchingly. “Should we slow down?” As you ask the question, your hand snakes down and tugs casually at my waist. The button on my jeans pops open. You lick your lips and your hand moves to squeeze my dick through my pants. I get the sense you don’t want us to slow down…

I swallow. “I’m gonna get some water,” I say. I pull away and stand, holding your gaze. I back into the bathroom, watching you lying on the bed. You’re lying on your side, eyes burning into mine. One hand props your head up, fingers buried in your long hair. Your other hand casually strokes your breast, where my hand had been moments before. I slowly close the door.

I turn and look at myself in the mirror, considering. I definitely don’t want to stop, and I don’t think you really want to, either. You’re right: tomorrow we’ll go our separate ways. Who knows when we’ll see each other again? After weighing the options for a moment, I make my decision. I’d rather make my intentions clear and risk getting shot down than go forward wondering what might have been.

I pour myself a glass of water and drink it down quickly. Then I nod at myself in the mirror and remove my shoes, socks, and jeans. Taking a deep breath, I turn and open the bathroom door. I look out and my eyes widen in surprise.

You’re lying on the bed in a similar state of undress. I take in the sight of your long, silky, toned legs, crossed at the ankles; your lacy green panties, your t-shirt, one hand tugging up the hem to expose your pierced belly button; your other hand, caressing your breasts through your shirt; your lips, parted slightly with your tongue peeking out between them; and your eyes, staring at me with undisguised lust. I swallow and step toward you, very glad indeed that I have made the right call.

I climb onto the bed next to you and slide a hand behind your back. I lean in to kiss you and you wrap your arms bahis firmaları around my neck, pulling me close. Our mouths meet and our tongues slide against each other. If our kissing before had been enthusiastic and passionate, this is downright pornographic. We’re fucking each others’ mouths with our tongues, and our bodies are pressed tightly together. You wrap your legs around my waist and grind against my pelvis. One of my hands is busy squeezing your ass through your panties; the other is under your shirt, caressing your tits through your bra, which I’m suddenly wishing wasn’t in the way.

After a few minutes, I decide I want to feel you on top of me. I roll us over, never breaking contact with your lips. Now I bring both hands around to play with your ass. You moan into my mouth when I do and grind your pussy against my hard cock, which is trying to escape through the fly in my shorts. You bring your hands around to cup either side of my face when you finally break our kiss. Breathing heavily, we stare into each others’ eyes for a moment. I’m lost in the passion I see in yours.

You let go of my face and whip your t-shirt over your head. Your bra matches your panties. You reach behind your back to unclip it and throw it after your shirt. My mouth waters as I see your tits for the first time. They are truly magnificent: the perfect size, quite firm, with quarter-sized areolas and stiff nipples. I want nothing more than to squeeze them in my hands and taste them with my tongue.

You reach down and grab the bed sheet on either side of my head, then whisper into my ear, “Do you like my titties?” I groan a response and you huff a laugh. “Go on. They’re dying to be sucked.” You lean forward so your tits are hovering inches above my face. I lift my head up and kiss first one, then the other, feeling you legs squeeze me as I do so. I alternate between sucking and licking your hard nipples, moving my mouth back and forth between them as my hands move up and down, squeezing your ass and stroking your back.

As I worship your magnificent tits, I flex my pelvis up and down, rubbing my cock against your panty-clad pussy. Your hands are in fists on either side of my head, and your quick breathing and soft moans tell me you’re enjoying what I’m doing. I start sliding my tongue around your right tit, starting at the nipple and moving outward in a spiral, until I can lick down the valley between your breasts. Then I bring my tongue around to your left tit and lick slowly straight up from the base to your nipple, which I suck hard into my mouth again. You suck in a sharp breath when I do so and grind your pussy against my cock.

I lick and kiss my way up from your tits to your neck, then kiss my way back to your lips. You grab my face when we start kissing again, forcing your tongue into my mouth and pressing your tits into my chest. After a passionate few seconds, you pull away and sit up, looking down at me lustfully. “Why are you still wearing your shirt?” you ask in a low voice.

I push myself to a seated position and quickly pull my shirt over my head, throwing it to join yours on the floor. You look at my firm chest and lick your lips appreciatively. Reaching up to squeeze my pecs, you growl low in your throat. “That’s better,” you say, before leaning forward to kiss me again.

I fall back on the bed, pulling you down with me. We roll over and end up with me lying not completely on top of you, with one arm around your shoulders and my other hand playing with your tits as we make out. Then I slowly slide my hand down, caressing your belly on my way to your panties. I’m pleased to discover they’re kaçak iddaa damp. I start caressing your pussy through your panties, making you moan into my mouth.

After a few minutes of me touching you through your underwear, you take hold of my wrist and pull my hand up, then push my fingers back down inside your panties so I can stimulate you directly. I stroke your pussy lips with my fingers, coating them in your juices and making your breath catch in your throat. I run my fingers along your lips, probing inside you gently and stroking up and down, occasionally massaging your clit with my thumb. You flex your hips against me; I take that as an invitation to go further and insert two fingers deep into your pussy. You moan into my mouth as I start fucking you with my digits. I push my fingers in and out of your wet folds faster and faster. You pull away from our kiss but keep your face close to mine as you whisper, “There. Right there. Oh god please don’t stop…”

Breasts heaving as you breathe deeply, you grab hold of my wrist to keep my hand in place and start squeezing your pussy around my fingers. Suddenly your body stiffens and you throw your head back and draw in a sharp breath. As your orgasm finishes you go limp, releasing my wrist. I gently rub my thumb in circles around your clit, making your hips twitch. You look up at me with lust-filled eyes and say, “Fuck. That was incredible.”

I bring my hand up to lick your cum off my fingers. Your eyes widen as you watch me do this, then you bring me in for another kiss, licking my tongue with yours to taste your juices. Then you pull away and lean in to whisper into my ear again. “Want me to suck your dick?” You push me onto my back again and straddle me. My hard cock has slipped out through my boxers. You rub your soaked panties against it, and we both groan. You press your body against mine and push yourself down. You kiss and lick my nipples as you grab my hips. You plant a trail of kisses down my chest until you get to my boxers.

You take my cock in your hand and slowly stroke up and down my length. Your face is close to it; I can feel your breath on the head. I look down and see you staring at the precum leaking from the tip of my cock. You tilt it towards your mouth and extend your tongue, lapping at the liquid. My cock twitches in your hand and you give a low laugh. Looking up at me, you wink as your mouth slowly descends to envelop the head. You suck gently as your hand strokes up and down my length. I groan again and my head falls back, eyes closed. I feel your mouth release my dick. “You have an amazing cock,” you say in a low, sexy voice. “I wonder if I can take it all.”

You slowly lower your head to take my cock into your mouth again, sucking harder this time as you take more of me into your mouth. Without breaking eye contact, you start bobbing your head up and down on my dick, sucking hard as you pull away and sliding your tongue along my shaft as you take me in again. With each motion, you bring more and more of my cock into your mouth and throat, until finally you’ve swallowed it all and your nose is pressed up against my pubic bone. I’m sure glad I shaved my balls recently.

With a last powerful suck, you pull your head back, releasing my cock. It falls against my groin with a wet slap. Gasping for air, you look up at me with a triumphant smile on your face. “Ahh!” you sigh. “I knew I could do it. God, I love the taste of your dick.” Then, holding my shaft up, you lick along the length of my cock, swirling your tongue around the head before taking me back into your mouth and giving me an amazing blow job. The whole time kaçak bahis you keep your eyes locked onto mine. I couldn’t look away if I tried, mesmerized as I am by how erotic this moment is.

You have one hand wrapped around my shaft, and twist it along my length as you stroke me. Your mouth is warm and wet and, thanks to your suction, super tight. Your spit coats my cock, spread liberally by your hand. If it’s even possible, I swear my cock gets even harder as you fuck me with your mouth. My breathing gets faster as you bring me closer to cumming. I bury one of my hands in your long hair and groan, “I’m gonna cum soon.”

You start jacking me faster. I’m sure you can taste my precum again, and can tell how close I am. You start moaning around my cock, and the vibrations do the trick. I feel my balls tighten and I tighten my fingers in your hair as I release my load into your mouth with a loud cry. You cry out as well in a muffled voice as I hold your head in place around my dick while I cum.

When I’m finished cumming, I let go of your head. You pull back off my cock with a loud slurping sound, and I look down to see you smiling up at me. Some of my cum is leaking out of the corner of your mouth, and you open your lips to show me a mouthful of my spunk before swallowing it with an erotic moan. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. “Thank you,” I say in a shaky voice. “That was amazing.”

Mmm,” you say. “Delicious.” You scoop cum from the corner of your mouth and lick it off your finger, then grab my still-hard cock and squeeze gently. “I hope you’re ready to fuck me now,” you say. “I need to feel this inside me.”

I sit up and reach for you, pulling you in for another kiss. We fall back on the bed and I push my boxers down to my knees. You reach for my cock and line it up at your pussy, then slide the head up and down your slit, coating it with your juices. You position it at your entrance and nod; I push forward slowly.

We both groan as my cock enters your tight, wet pussy. You wrap your arms and legs around me when I’m all the way inside you, and hold me tightly against you. I flex my hips slightly, making you cry out. With my hands on either side of your head, I push myself up and look down at you. You bite your lower lip and caress your tits as I start sliding my hard cock in and out of your amazing pussy.

After fucking you slowly for a few minutes, you tell me to fuck you harder. I sit back on my heels and grab your waist so I can slam my cock into you more forcefully. You grunt and moan with every thrust, licking your lips at squeezing your tits. You reach down to caress your clit as I pound my cock into your hot, velvety folds.

Your moans get louder and longer until you’re practically screaming as I fuck you. You tell me you’re about to cum. Still fucking you fast and deep, I lean in to kiss you hard. With one hand on your clit, you wrap your other arm around my neck and return my kiss, moaning into my mouth as you bring yourself to another powerful orgasm. Your body stiffens as it tears through you, then you relax with a giggle.

Seeing and feeling you get off again is enough to make me do the same. I shove my cock as deep into you as I can, then release my load deep inside you with a grunt. You moan again as you feel my cock flex inside you as I cum. You squeeze your pussy around my cock, making me grunt again. I look deep into your eyes, seeing the passion and desire I’m sure is reflected in my own. I lean in to kiss you again, tenderly this time. You return the kiss eagerly, wrapping your arms around my shoulders.

After a few minutes we come up for air. We hold each others’ gaze again, considering. I know you have to leave soon, and that we’ll be going our separate ways tomorrow. As much as I don’t look forward to that, I’m glad we won’t have to wonder about what might have been.

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Granny Bogner’s was the finest restaurant in the area. The handicapped parking spot was immediately in front of the main entrance and it was empty so Fern decided to bypass the Valet. Valets were usually quite fun as they opened the door and a one legged beauty swung out of the car. Tonight though, Fern efficiently steered into “her” parking spot, hung her sign on the rear view mirror and turned to Don.

“Just because I drove doesn’t mean that you are excused from your duties as a gentleman. My door please sir!”

Don exited the car and hurried around to open Fern’s driver door. Taking her left hand he guided her pivot in the seat so that her right leg could reach out and drop to the ground. As she turned, her dress bunched up under her stump and exposed her long lithe right leg with its shiny anklet catching a glint of light from the restaurant’s entrance. She offered Don her right hand and he gently pulled her up and out of the car and into his chest for a hug and a kiss.

Fern hopped to get her balance and allowed Don to reach into the back seat for her black fore arms. Proficiently slipping her hands through the cuffs and onto the handles, she levered herself away from the car so Don could close and lock the door. She invited him to rest his arm around her waist and she began the short crutch to the front stairs.

Crutching up the stairs, Don disengaged so that he could trail behind in the safe fall back position. That, of course, gave him the opportunity to watch the slit up Fern’s dress gape and expose, first her long leg, and then her perfectly rounded stump. She briefly stopped, smiled at Don and proceeded to vault up the remaining stairs two at a time. Don took a deep breath and hustled to catch up and open the door for his lover.

As he reached for the door handle, the Maitre d’ opened the door to greet the two guests and moments later, Fern and Don were being led to a two-top table overlooking the gardens and distant mountains. The restaurant was about half full and several people stole glances at the statuesque woman on crutches gliding across the dining room. A trained eye would know that Fern was operating with half of her underpinnings but others would just notice a gorgeous woman being aided by crutches.

Dinner had been great and Fern had indeed teased Don’s manhood under the table cloth with her five pedicured toes and Don had had just enough wine to feel his oats and the two of them were heading home to the unveiling of Fern’s new stump tattoo and “coiffed” pubis. Don knew they were going to have a wonderful evening but he surely had no idea just how wonderfully his darling Fern had planned it to be.

Fern told Don that she wanted to change and freshen up while he made a couple of decaf expresso liqueur coffees. “Surprise me,” she cooed, “you know how excited I get when we güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri have after dinner coffees.”

Almost before Don had a chance to even think about things, she hopped down from the driver’s seat, grabbed her sticks from the back seat and swished into the house. Don was just able to catch the last glimpse of her final crutch plant at the entry and the graceful swing through of her long leg sheathed in it’s white evening gown.

So there was Don. He had already lit a nice small fire in the fireplace and put on a CD of old, sensual Rory Gallagher tunes that the two had danced to this past year and he had just finished adding fresh whipped cream to the two coffees when Fern reentered the room.

The first thing Don noticed was her white puff high heeled slipper as it parted the full length of her white lingerie robe when she placed her right leg forward onto the carpet. She was now using her white painted forearms. Under the sheer robe Don saw a white lace bra and panty set and a perfectly toned and proportioned woman’s body almost ooze into the room.

Don was already ready!

Fern crutched to Don’s chest, dropped her sticks slightly behind, leaned back and thrust her tiny stump into Don’s crotch. “I’m going to go and lie down on the rug in front of the fireplace my dear and I want you to bring me my coffee.”

With that, Fern threw a quick kiss at Don, pirouetted on the ball of her foot and crutched to the fire place where she lay on her right side with her back to the fire. Just in case Don hadn’t been paying attention, she stretched out her long right leg, adjusted her negligee and flexed her tiny stump up down and all around.

Don actually stumbled as he grabbed the coffees he had finished just moments before and made his way to his absolutely sexual wife. She looked so long and lithe. From her cascading brown tresses tumbling around her shoulder all the way down the sheer curve of her hip to the tip of her five red, pedicured toe nails with their new toe ring that were sticking out from her open toed slipper, Fern was the picture of womanhood and sex.

Don knelt, deposited the coffees on the hearth and leaned to kiss his gorgeous wife. “Happy anniversary Fern. I love you completely.”

He took a sip of coffee, got whipped cream all over his mouth, and leaned in and planted a sweet white kiss on Fern’s lips. She arched her back and thrust her tiny stumplette skyward into Don’s crotch and the two kissed.

Don collapsed in heat beside his bride and began running his hands up and down her unique sculpture. It wasn’t long before he was reaching inside her panties and levering them down over her abbreviated left side. It was so easy to slip her panties over her stump and push them down her long outstretched thigh.

Both knew that the next güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri few minutes of lovemaking were going to be wonderful. Fern just loved Don’s worship with his soft fingers and strong kneading hand of every inch of her remaining thigh. Don knew he would vibrate with excitement when he whisperd with his fingers down her calf and up her thigh. He loved the caress of her ankle and he salivated as he thought of gnawing the new silver anklet he had so recently placed around her ankle. He kissed her calf, he licked the back and front of her knee and he nibbled at her toned and taught thigh.

Don swung himself over top and down on Fern so that he could nibble and lick her thigh all the while moving his attention upwards to her emanating warm pussy. His now free right hand was able to reach up and grasp the small blunted round thigh that morphed into a buttock of swooping roundness. He squeezed and caressed and twiddled the few short inches of Fern’s femur that were barely evident inside their flesh pocket.

Fern was totally enraptured. Her back arched and she pushed her thigh and calf and ankle into Don’s mouth and on to his lips. She was pulling on his back with her raspy nails. She was trying impossibly hard to wiggle a non-existent thigh against Don’s fingers. Instead the short bone and muscle bundle barely quivered and twitched. Don resisted the twitches and her stump and his fingers and his hand would tenderly wrestle in a caress of love.

Licking and savouring the faint saltiness of Fern’s thigh, Don inched upwards. When he was high enough, he removed his fingers from her stump and transferred his tongue to where his fingers had just been. He began by licking the roundness of her hip. Slowly he inched his tongue towards her faded suture line. He plied his tongue along that quietly scarred line of closure from a year ago. In the small wrinkles along her scar, Don tasted a scent of the perfume Fern earlier had splashed on her orb of pleasure.

In his rapture, Don’s eyes were closed and he actually kissed and licked Fern’s new tattoo without noticing it. But as he began to nibble and kiss and lick her love mound, he became vaguely aware of a change. Her lush, sweet pubic hair seemed to have an abrupt beginning and edge.

He licked and kissed then he gradually leaned back on his haunches. He kissed Fern’s luscious sweet lips. Then he casually glimpsed down to see what was different with Fern’s sex. That was when he noticed the shaved heart. That was when he laughed out loud, grinned, and pushed back further on his haunches. Then he saw the tattoo.

He stopped, bent over to make sure he was seeing what he thought he was seeing. When he was sure, he collapsed onto Fern’s sweaty body. He began to heave in gales of glee and laughter. He tried to smother his güvenilir bahis şirketleri bride’s face with kisses but his glee convulsed him with pleasure. He was weak with pleasure and happiness and he could barely keep the full weight of his body from crushing his beloved.

Fern too began to convulse with pleasure and the two shook, throbbed and sweated together in joy. Fern wrapped her long, strong right leg over Don’s left lower back and pressed and ground her stump into Don’s groin. As long as her right leg was, it wasn’t long enough to wrap all around Don and touch her stumplette. Rocking back and forth they squeezed and hugged and pudged each other.

The fire was warm and the CD had reached the spot where Gallagher was oiling the air with his erotically sensual recording of “A Million Miles Away.” Don, still erupting into the occasional spasm of pleasure, rose. He pulled Fern up with him. She wedged her anklet adorned right foot against Don’s left foot and allowed herself to be pulled upright. Naturally hopping to establish her bearings, tonight she just hopped into Don’s arms and the two began swaying to Gallagher’s throbbing guitar and experienced voice.

Don was hard, Fern was wet. They two enjoyed this moment together. They danced, they whispered into each other’s ears, Fern used what was left of her left thigh, that plump melon of muscle that defined the left side of her sweet body to poke and nudge and urge Don’s love engine.

One could say that Fern is “in better shape” than her husband because it was Don who first trembled and began to sag in joy. Fern had to short hop a few steps to help Don recover enough so the two could become a stable tripod. Fern stretched up on her remaining tip toes and let her lips reach for the sweetness of Don’s mouth.

“A year ago my darling I married you. And although we both said “for better or worse,” I know I didn’t really consider the consequences of that line. And then, less than a month later the biggest possible change to two people’s lives happened. I woke up and I only had one leg left. I guess that could have been a drag my love, but for you and I, that has become just about the best thing that could have ever happened to us.”

“Oh Gawd Fern I love you so much.” Don whispered and licked into her ear. “You are the woman of my dreams. Your gifts to me are beyond belief. Love me forever dear lady. Tantalize my mind and stimulate my body. You are the most complete woman I can imagine.”

“Play with me Don. Love your one-legged wife. Lick her leg and her stump and chew them and kiss them. Love her breasts and nuzzle her neck. Kiss her eyelids and lick her ear. Oh my darling, how blessed we are to have all of these things to play with AND we have my stump as well! Push her short round stump off to the side and fill my love with your kisses and tongue and make me so wet that I drip. It’s so easy now with just one leg to push aside my sweet.”

“Come with me Fern. Let’s get to bed so that I can ravish your body, so I can nibble on our love tattoo and I can kiss every inch of your leg, your stump, your chest and your face. Happy Anniversary my dear wife.”

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You may recall Margot from a previous story (“An Incredible Night at the Gym”). In case you haven’t read the story, here’s a brief synopsis.

I met Margot at a party. We had no sooner met when she mocked me, insulted me, said I looked wimpy and out of shape. Margot is a striking woman so she already had me at a disadvantage. I wrestled in high school. I work out and I’m still in pretty good shape. I’m 6′ 2″ – 180 lbs., and I feel pretty good about my appearance, but coming from someone with her looks and her level of confidence caused me to feel insecure. I thought, maybe she’s just a mean bitch who had something against me for some reason. I was put off by her arrogance and I was about to walk away when she said something startling. “I challenge you to a sex fight – in a boxing ring – winner sexually dominates the loser.”

That was about the last thing I expected. I had never been in a boxing ring let alone a sex fight, though sex fighting has been a fantasy of mine since puberty. My nature leans toward submissiveness, so in my fantasies, I always lose, but in light of her arrogance, I could take great pleasure in dominating her.

I couldn’t imagine why someone so hot would challenge a perfect stranger to a sex fight, especially after letting me know she wasn’t impressed with my looks. This was crazy. I’m a lot bigger. I couldn’t lose. What the hell I thought, she obviously wants to have sex with me. It seemed like a strange approach, but I couldn’t imagine how anything could go wrong so of course, I accepted.

I tried to win. In fact, I desperately tried to win, but she outmaneuvered me from the second I stepped into the ring. I hadn’t even climbed through the ropes when she jumped on my back. After a failed struggle to get her off my back, she choked me out. It all happened very quickly. She ended up tying me to the ring ropes, stripping me and humiliating me in my defeat. Much to my surprise, there was an all-female audience of about 20 strong who were hidden behind a curtain, watching on closed-circuit TV. When I was near my most vulnerable point, the curtain opened revealing the crowd. They all gathered around the ring to witness my humiliation first hand. Margot and two other women had their ways with each other in front of me, then made me jerk off for the audience while one of them (Cory) worked a small vibrator in and out of my ass and the others fondled me.

As vulnerable and humiliated as I was, it was the most intense sex I’ve ever experienced. I have often jerked off to the memory of it since.

The room looked like a gym with a boxing ring, but it was a private, women-only club that puts on a variety of sex fights for its members. Simply put, they are women who love watching so much, they’ve established a sex fighting club.

After my humiliation, I tried to ask Margot for a date but she interrupted saying, “Not a chance.”

Now you have an idea of my history with Margot so you’ll be able to put what recently happened into perspective.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

It was nearly a year ago when Margot defeated me in our so-called fight. I thought I’d never see or hear anything from her again but a couple of months ago, I received a call from her. She told me the club members especially enjoyed watching me squirm when she, Fina, and Cory dominated me. She said they’d like to have me back to fight again.

She told me, “In light of the way I took advantage and jumped on you before you even stood up, they thought you deserved another chance.” She says, “I admit, I took advantage – but you still should have won since you’re so much bigger than I am.”

They enjoyed watching me squirm? What…they want to watch me squirm again? I was skeptical, and a little annoyed. Margot tricked me into the first match. That is to say, she kept me unaware of what I was risking. She jumped on me before I was completely in the ring for one. For another, I didn’t know Margot was a purple belt in Jiu-Jitsu until after the match, and I didn’t know there would be other women helping her humiliate me if I lost. Certainly, I wasn’t expecting an audience. When I agreed to wrestle her, I assumed it would be just the two of us, but I have nothing to complain about the agreement was, winner could do anything to the loser, but any way you cut it, she blindsided me.

What could Margot have up her sleeve this time? I wasn’t sure I should take that chance. I might not like the outcome if I lost again. I guess it was kind of a moot point since I didn’t believe her anyway.

Margot stretched her tale even further. She told me that Cory, from our previous match, wanted to take me on this time. She said, “Cory has a thing for you and should she lose, she wouldn’t mind being dominated by you…but I’ll warn you,” she said firmly, “She’s a tough one.”

My heart raced. Cory has blonde hair, a beautiful sweet face and a petite, fit body with perfect, perky breasts. That body type gets me every time – especially when the face is so sweet, yet inviting. güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri Because of Cory, I was not just physically restrained, I was psychologically immobilized.

The red flag in my head was telling me to say no thanks and hang up, but my “other head” wanted to know more.

I said, “You took advantage nearly a year ago when you set up our match. Why should I trust you now?”

She said, “Because this fight pays, and it pays really well.”

I found her proposition preposterous. She was taking me for a fool. It was insulting. It irritated me. Did she think I’d believe her “club” would pay me to sex fight? If so, she’s the fool. I also didn’t believe Cory had a “thing” for me, but I had to ask, “No shit, how much?”

She said, “Five grand.”

Holy crap, I thought. No way. They’d pay me five grand for a night of sex wrestling? My intrigue began to outweigh my skepticism. I could use the money but there had to be more to it than what she was telling me.

“What?” I asked with great surprise.

She said, “They’ll pay you five thousand dollars to grapple with Cory in a no holds barred sex fight. It will occur in the same boxing ring with an all-female audience just like our fight. Winner will have their way with the loser in the ring. Anything goes – anything except S&M that is, although the use of restraints is permitted – even encouraged. The winner must not deliberately inflict pain on the loser. It’s about sexual degradation and humiliation in front of an all-female audience who’ve paid to see it raw.” Then she added, “There could be some incidental pain during the fight. It is a fight after all but it’s strictly grappling – no punches or kicks – no elbows or knees – no striking of any kind.”

She went on to say, “They like your clean, college-boy look. There’s something about a middle-aged man who looks youthful and enthusiastic. A lot of those women loved watching you gyrate in your helpless state after I tied you up.” She laughed. “They’re pretty sure Cory would do the same thing to you. You don’t have the biggest cock we’ve ever seen, but you’ve got a nice cock, and they loved how recklessly you responded when you were so easily controlled. “

Even though she was laughing at me, she seemed sincere. I did squirm leading up to and during my climax – especially during the post-cum torture, but I still couldn’t wrap my head around the fact that they’d pay me so much to sex fight. I decided to have some fun with her.

“Are you kidding?” I asked. “You don’t actually believe I’d sex fight in front of a bunch of women again for only five grand, do you?”

She said, “You’re joking, right? You’re telling me you won’t sex fight for five thousand dollars?”

“Yes, that’s exactly what I’m telling you,” I said with conviction. “I never would have accepted the fight with you had I known there would be so many others involved, and how they’d be involved – not even if you had offered me five grand.”

She giggled. “But you liked it, right?”

“Of course, but that’s beside the point. Essentially, you raped me.”

“Oh geez,” she laughed. “First…men can’t be raped. They’re too willing. And second…you knew you’d be dominated if you lost. You lost. You were dominated.” There was a pause. “Okay…how much then? Everyone’s got a price.”

I said, “I’m not going to sex fight in front of a crowd again. If I win, I’ve beaten a girl – big deal, and if I lose, I’m humiliated by a girl. I lose either way.”

She says, “That didn’t stop you from wrestling me. After seeing how hard you came in front of everyone, I’m surprised you don’t jump at the chance.”

There was another pause. This time it became long and uncomfortable, but I wasn’t going to break the silence. I left everything squarely on her.

“OK, ten grand then,” she blurted.

Holy shit, was she serious? My curiosity was driving me nuts. How far would she go with this charade? I decided to have a little fun at her expense. I said, “You’re not getting the message. I’m not sex fighting in front of a crowd again under any circumstances – certainly not for ten grand.”

Then I asked, “Where are you getting all this money, and why are you willing to pay so much to see me wrestle? Margot…this makes no sense. What’s this all about?”

There was another pause. “I’ll start at the beginning,” she says. “Sex Fights for Women (SFW) is a private club, founded by “Mistress Shauna” (Shauna Johnson). She’s a strong, muscular sex fighter who became well known in the genre for her sex fight videos. Shauna also hired out (and still does) for private sessions. Her clientele is primarily an elite crowd of wealthy customers (mostly men) who pay a lot of money to grapple with her. Shauna is bisexual. She’s an experienced grappler who enjoys sex fighting with either men or women. She’s been sex-fighting for 12 years and she’s only lost twice in her career. Granted, some of those fights were scripted, but a lot of them güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri were for real. Based on her clientele which were not just challengers, but often included significant others who like to watch, she discovered there was a market for a “women only” audience who would pay to watch a variety of sex fights. A lot of women love watching sex fights but don’t want to deal with drunk men who invariably outnumber women by a considerable margin in a mixed setting. Women feel freer and safer without men who are all ginned up – in more ways than one. Because it’s a women-only club, they’re free to put on any kind of sex fights they want including lesbians and bisexuals. Gays are typically not interested in performing for women.”

She says, “Men generally tend to be more sexually charged and less inhibited when they lose in front of a crowd of women compared to when men are in the audience. Male sex-fighters love when women are watching though, and they become even more aroused when they’re humiliated for women who are enjoying it. Anyway, after she met a lot of wealthy sex fight fans, her idea grew from there. She bought the warehouse where you and I wrestled, renovated it, and opened SFW. She received tremendous support from appreciative women who knew her, or knew of her. Since our opening two and a half years ago, our memberships have grown to exceed 300 women and we continue to grow as word spreads.”

Prior to my first match, I didn’t know clubs like this existed. Margot was offering a lot of money to wrestle a hot chick and have sex with her in front of an all-female audience. How hot is that? I lost the first time but surrendering for the pleasure of women was incredible. Win or lose, it’s still a win I guess. That’s how I saw it anyway.

She went on to tell me about how they’re paid – club dues, admission fees and a lot of stuff that caused me to glaze over, but then she said, “The members are from a whole different world. They are women the general public is rarely aware of, but they have more money than they know what to do with. Not only are outside wrestlers paid a lot of money, they can make outrageous tips as well. Tips sometimes amount to as much or more than the pay. When you get a bunch of sex-crazed females together who’ve been drinking, they just keep throwing money into the tip pot.” She went on to say, “Most of the women who saw you wrestle me want to see you fight again under different circumstances so this time you’ll wrestle Cory.”

“How do you get away with this?” I asked. “Is this legal?”

“Oh yeah,” she says. “It’s a member-sponsored, private club. It’s not open to the general public. Certain criteria must be met. Most people can’t afford it anyway. So you’ll do it?”

She was blowing me away with her story but I was still having a hard time believing her. I didn’t know what to do so I stood my ground. I said, “I told you, I’m not going to sex fight for ten grand.”

She said, “I tell you what, I’m going to make one final offer. I like you, and it’s obvious you like me. You did try to ask me out after all. I’ll sweeten the pot. I’ll get them to pop for fifteen grand and I’ll throw in something more personal. If you win, you can take me to dinner, and who knows…since she called you out, maybe Cory would join us as well. You never know where things could go from there.”

Holy shit, I thought. She was making it tough. Maybe truth is stranger than fiction.

“Who do you think would win?” I asked.

She said, “Anybody’s guess, but I’d bet on Cory.”

That gave me pause, especially since Margot had already beaten me. She knows from experience how well (or poorly) I wrestle, but we’re talking a lot of money here.

“There will be no pain deliberately inflicted?” I asked.

“Right,” she said. “Like our match, it’s about the humiliation of the loser for the viewing pleasure of the audience. It’s not about pain. And by the way, S&M is prohibited for a number of reasons – liability being the primary one. It’s also to protect our fighters should they lose to an outsider. That said, I can’t guarantee there will be no pain.”

“I get it,” I said. “Other than that, anything goes?”

“Yes.”

“I get fifteen grand, win or lose?”

“Yes…”

“And Cory wants to sex fight me…really?”

“Yes, yes,” she said impatiently.

I had to give this some serious thought. I was trying to make sense of it all and I wanted to be certain I had all my bases covered before agreeing to anything.

“Are you there?” Margot asked as I was pacing the room, pondering her proposition.

“No,” I responded.

Margot laughed.

“Well? Make up your mind,” she said. “That’s my final offer and I need to know before we hang up. I’ve offered all I’m authorized to pay. You’ll likely earn some decent tips. C’mon,” she said. “I’ve even tried to sweeten the pot with a dinner date if you win. I know you’ll like that. So what’s it going to be big boy? Think güvenilir bahis şirketleri you’re man enough to beat little Cory, or are you afraid she’ll tie you up and shove that vibrator up your ass again while making you jerk yourself against your will in front of a bunch of women?”

My thoughts were swirling. Could I go through with it again? If I decided to do it, there’d be no turning back. If I declined, I’d miss out on fifteen grand plus tips and I’d likely never see Margot or Cory again. I lived out one of my greatest fantasies when I wrestled Margot and now I’m being offered a chance to do it again…and get paid for it this time – a lot!

“Alright, I’ll do it,” I said.

Margot said, “Great. I’ll get back to you with the details. Since we’re paying you this time, we’ll require you to sign a contract. I’ll need your mailing address.”

I said, “Okay,” gave her my address and we hung up.

My heart was racing and my dick was hard from thinking about it. I couldn’t wait to hear from Margot again.

Four days later, I received a package in the mail from SFW, Inc. I couldn’t get the package opened fast enough. Inside was a letter welcoming me to their club as a paid fighter. Included were instructions for gaining access to the club on the night of the fight, a contract with a return envelope, and a neon-green thong.

Though written in legalese, I understood the contract well enough to know the details were as Margot described over the phone. There were no surprises except for the thong I was supposed to wear for the match. I signed the contract, scanned it into my computer so I’d have a copy, put it into the return envelope and mailed it later that day.

I looked at the thong and imagined wearing it in front of a crowd of women while wrestling Cory. I got hard thinking about it.

Three days later Margot called and we agreed on a day and time.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

I was exactly on time. I knocked three times on the side door of the “gym,” paused, then two more times as instructed. I wore the thong under my slacks.

Margot opened the door to greet me. I was stunned by her appearance. She was wearing a black leather corset with her tits exposed, black G-string, long black leather gloves, and thigh-high, spike-heeled boots. Talk about setting the tone. I was speechless. I was wishing I’d be wrestling her again.

She said, “Come in. We’re especially excited to watch you grapple again.” I entered the room and followed Margot toward the ring. My attention was focused on Margot’s bare ass as she sauntered in front of me. My cock responded. I almost didn’t notice the increase in crowd noise as we approached the ring.

I finally took my eyes off her and looked around the room. There must’ve been over 100 women seated at candlelit tables around three corners of the ring.

My heart raced.

The tables were set up on tiers so each table had a clear view. Four muscular, cocktail waiters wearing pink bikini briefs, pink socks, and pink tennis shoes were serving drinks and entertaining the members. These guys were chiseled. The women loved watching them weave through tables carrying their serving trays just above their shoulders. The waiters were treated with the same kind of disrespect men often show toward waitresses – intimidating stares at their crotches, looks up and down, a pat on the ass, an “accidental” crotch rub, etc. The waiters played with it. They knew the effect they had on the women and they knew why they were there. Everyone was having fun in a very sexually charged environment.

A little panic set in since I had no idea the audience would be so large. Fear was all I felt at that moment. Having four other guys there only served to increase the pressure to win.

I noticed the mural on that long wall again, portraying two boxers. They each had an obvious hard-on that formed large tents in their shorts. Soft spotlights were illuminating the art piece against an otherwise dark wall. One guy is throwing a body punch and the other guy is doubled over, obviously in pain. Who knows why their cocks are hard? Maybe they’re gay. Maybe they’re excited because they’re fighting in front of women. There’s just something strangely erotic about that mural – especially in a women-only sex fight club.

That’s when it occurred to me why I accepted this fight. The money was reason enough, but that wasn’t the real reason. The real reason was that living on the wild side was too exciting to deny. My fear was escalating, and so was my arousal.

We got to the ring and there was Cory, waiting for me under the bright lights just inside the ropes. She was staring down at me as she slowly strutted back and forth from one corner of the ring to the other. She wore a tattered, faux leather halter top and matching loincloth. She wore no makeup. She doesn’t need any. She’s a magnificent, natural beauty and she looked stunning in her cavewoman outfit. Any second thoughts somehow magically disappeared as a wave of lust welled over me. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on her.

Cory said, “You’re not going to wrestle in that I hope. You’re wearing the thong, right?”

“Yes,” I said.

She said, “Well let’s see it, big boy. We all want to see you in your pretty little green thong before I strip you of it.”

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