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She set her briefcase down and threw her keys on to the hall table. It had been a long day, made longer still by an anxious client that didn’t seem to have faith in her ability to represent him. She’d already suggested that he hire another attorney but he’d thrown a temper tantrum and accused her of abandoning him. After several minutes spent reassuring him she was finally able to get some work done. Needless to say she was tired and happy to be home. All she really wanted to do was curl up on the couch beside David with a nice glass of wine.

“Long day?” The question came just as David’s hands settled on her shoulders. His strong fingers worked their way deep into her muscles, relieving the stored up tension. Within minutes the headache that had been threatening was reduced to nothing but a memory.

“Needy client.” She tilted her head forward, giving him better access to the sensitive skin of her neck.

“I have just the thing for you. Go on up stairs, you’ll see it lying on the bed.” David released her and stepped away. He could see the wear the day had had on her but he refused to alter his plan for the evening. This was something she’d wanted for a long time and he was happy to finally give it to her. After two years together he’d come to care for her unbelievably, more so than he would have thought possible in the beginning. She was an ideal partner, aggressive in her professional life but incredibly giving in their private life.

She walked into the room and sighed. David had set out his favorite outfit, the one reserved for when he had a special night out planned for the two of them. Normally she enjoyed their nights out, and she knew better than to protest, but tonight she was just too tired to think about going out and being social. With something more than a little reluctance, she stripped out of her business suit and hopped into the shower. She started feeling a little more human after washing away the day with her favorite lavender scent soap.

She had little need for make up and her dark hair dried to a soft curl around her shoulders. She had to admit that she enjoyed the feeling of slipping her long legs into the silk stockings and the shower had done much to refresh her. The rest of the outfit was simple and unimposing; the short black skirt and white blouse were conservative yet sexy when worn well.

Fully dressed, she made her way down the stairs and into the living room where David bahis firmaları stood waiting with a nice glass of white wine. “You look lovely.”

“Thank you.” She took the offered glass and sipped. David was a charming man, his handsome good looks often times setting people at ease. In his early thirties, he was successful at what he did and he enjoyed living life. She had been attracted to him right away, his silent strength and quiet control brought her a sense of peace and security she couldn’t get anywhere else.

David stood and offered her his hand. “We need to get going, we don’t want to be late.”

At the car, she slid into the passenger seat and settled back. She was used to David’s mysterious expeditions and she trusted him completely. The drive was fairly short; David drove through the city and into a familiar residential neighborhood. Within minutes they were parked outside a large house owned by David’s best friend Jason and his wife Emily. The four often spent their evenings together having dinner and taking in a show.

Tonight there was a noticeably different tension in the air as they were admitted into the foyer. Jason smiled and showed them into the living room where Emily had already arranged for drinks before dinner. Dinner was a simple affair with quiet conversation among friends. David and Jason had met in college and worked in the same industry together. She and David were already seeing each other when Jason met and married his wife and the four quickly fell into a routine of sharing evenings and even vacations together.

After the meal the small group adjourned to the living room where they sipped coffee and after dinner liqueur. She was surprised when there was another knock at the door, Jason went to answer it and it was while he was gone that David turned to her. “Stand up.”

Taken off guard, she was slow to respond. A quick frown and a pointed look brought her quickly to her feet.

“Take off your blouse.”

She looked to where Emily sat quietly in the corner. She seemed unsurprised by the request and smiled encouragingly. After a moment’s hesitation she raised her hands and slipped the small buttons free. It didn’t take long before she stood naked to the waist.

“Now your skirt.”

Reaching around behind her back, she unzipped her skirt and pushed it off her hips. After stepping out of the skirt she slipped out of her shoes and stocking and now stood completely naked. It was then that she noticed Jason standing at the door, an older man at his side.

David kaçak iddaa came to stand before her, motioning to the unfamiliar man waiting quietly. “This is Aaron, he’s an expert at body piercing.” Reaching up, David caressed both her exposed nipples. “He’s here as a favor to me. I thought that you would prefer the privacy and the familiarity of our friends’ home when you have these done.”

A shiver of excitement rushed through her at both his touch and his words. She’d been wanting her nipples pierced since before they met but David had systematically denied her request. David’s hands left her breasts and moved down to her hips. Pulling her close he kissed her gently and looked at her questioningly. “Are you ready?”

“Yes.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

David moved to stand behind her and motioned for Aaron to begin. The older man stepped forward and laid out various instruments upon the coffee table. After slipping his hands into a pair of latex gloves he cleaned both of her nipples. “Raise your arms up over your head.”

As she complied she felt David take her hands and place them behind his neck, this forced her to lean into him, allowing him to support her as Aaron proceeded to clamp both her nipples.

“Take a deep breath and hold it.” Quickly he pierced first one and then the other nipple. The pain was sharp and intense but brief. Her entire body shuddered as she exhaled and there was a noticeable tingling between her thighs. Looking down, she watched as Aaron slipped the rings through the hallow needles and locked them into place. To her they looked incredibly sexy and the sensation running through her nipples was unlike anything she’d ever felt before.

Before she could lower her arms, David reached around and gently cupped her breasts, careful not to touch the sore nipples. “Do you like them?” His voice was low and gentle against her ear.

“Yes, thank you.”

“Show me your appreciation.”

Slowly, she turned and slid her arms around his neck. A quick intake of breath and a small shudder communicated the touch of pain that swept through her nipples as they brushed against the front of his shirt. She lightly brushed her lips across his before moving to nibble at the firm line of his jaw. Her hands slid down the front of his shirt, feeling the muscles tense beneath her palms. She lowered herself until she knelt before him, her hands caressing the front of his thighs.

David watched, his breath held as she slipped his belt free and undid his pants. He was already hard from kaçak bahis holding her and watching as she got her nipples pierced and his cock sprung forward, having been released from its binding.

She caressed the length of his shaft with her hand, running her thumb over the head using his precum to lubricate her way. She leaned forward and rubbed the head of his cock across her lips, tasting him before slowly sliding him into her mouth. She started moving up and down on his cock, each time taking a bit more of him into her mouth until he could feel himself bumping up against the back of her throat.

She worked him into her mouth, using her tongue to caress the length of him while her other hand reached up and caressed his balls. With one hand in her hair he guided her rhythm until he felt his orgasm starting to build. Slipping from her mouth he pulled her to her feet. “Get dressed, we’re going home.”

Carefully she slipped into her shirt, relishing the feel of her sensitive nipples being caressed by the soft material. As she zipped up her skirt, David paid Aaron and thanked Jason and Emily for their hospitality. He knew that Jason was hoping to convince Emily to have her nipples pierced, which was one of the reasons Jason had been happy to have it done here.

The ride home was quick and quiet. When they arrived David barely had the door closed behind them and she was once again caressing him. David pushed her up against the wall and thrust his tongue between her lips; she was warm and welcoming and her body molded to his.

With his hands in her hair he pulled her head back and caressed the tender skin of her neck. His own desire grew as he stripped off her shirt and cupped her breasts, running his thumbs across her nipples. She hissed softly and pushed her breasts more firmly into his hands. David was aware of the pain that would come with pleasure for the next several days and was careful not to play with them as he usually would.

He couldn’t wait to be inside of her; pressing her more firmly against the wall he pushed her skirt up around her hips and after releasing his self from his pants thrust deep into her. Instantly, he was surrounded by her wet heat, the walls of her pulsing and contracting around him in as she came immediately.

David continued to thrust inside of her, setting off one orgasm after another until she was practically limp in his arms. It was only after he sent her over the edge a final time that he took his own release. In a series of sharp, hard thrusts he came deep inside of her, filling her with his cum. He held himself still until the last of his orgasm subsided, then he slowly withdrew and led her up stairs where he wanted her to once again show him how much she appreciated his gift.

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Blood dripping from her mouth, the sex-starved zombie girl Melisa hadn’t taken a chunk of his manhood, Joe realised with a sigh of relief! It made sense if these things lived to be sexually gratified there was little reason that they would take a chunk out of that first.

With all his strength Joe grabbed the girl and threw her off of him. He needed to get away from her and out of there as quick as he could. He needed to get back upstairs to the safety of his room. All the other women seemingly satisfied, it was only Melisa that was hungry for his hefty cock.

Heading to the stairs and to his room he was halfway to the top when Melissa grabbed hold of him from behind causing him to fall over onto the stairs. Kicking at her, he managed to free his legs from her grip and get to the top of the stairs and into his room.

Hiding behind the door and waiting for her to come inside Joe was ready for her. Almost in an instant, he slapped handcuffs onto both of her wrists. Pushing her onto his bed he then quickly cuffed each wrist to each end of his bed.

Now, this bitch was gonna get fucked, joe thought. Handcuffed to his bed the whole situation canlı bahis became a whole lot sexier and joes cock was as hard as it ever was.

Grabbing Her neck and forcing her backwards onto his bed Joe then grabbed onto her waist and dragged her pussy onto his hard cock and began fucking her just as she’d wanted. Now the pretty little teen was way more submissive and a lot less bitey!

Still feeling the stinging pain from his side where she had bitten him before, Joe was still filled with anger for Melissa even though she had once been his dream girlfriend. He was gonna make him pay not only for taking a chunk out of his side but for all her rejections to his advances.

Pulling out his cock Joe had something special in mind for this wild one. Hocking up a mouth full of spit he spat it all over the young girls’ asshole and then proceeded to rub it int9 her anus before injected his thumb all the way inside.

As the pain registered on the chined up sub slave zombie, she let out a squeal of pain. If she thought that was painful, Joe thought, what he was gonna do to her next would feel like hell.

After roughly massaging her asshole with his bahis siteleri thumb Joe was ready to insert the real deal, his oversized cock. Adding another spit load to the palm of his hand which he rubbed into the end of his cock he then proceeded to penetrate the virgin teens’ ass.

Joe had dreamed of taking Melisa’s virginity many times, loved up, he’d never thought about fucking her in her ass as he was about to. But his loving feelings were history now, with all his force he ploughed his cock deep into Melisa’s asshole forcing her to let out a hellish scream that every zombie girl in the neighbourhood must have heard.

Without any care for the pain that it was obviously giving the girl, Joe just fucked her harder and harder in her ass. Screaming all the time he simply figured after what she’d done, she deserved it! Plus, she was a zombie, of course, a sex-starved zombie, this pleasurable pain was what she lived for.

Fucking her with all his might, Melisa’s tight hole finally started to bring him to climax. Joe could feel that t8 going sensation from within that meant he was ready to blow and shoot even more cum out of his hefty cock. Knowing bahis şirketleri that he was setting close he knew he wanted to humiliate this devil woman even more.

Pulling out his shit covered cock from her ass he then rammed it as deep as he could into her mouth. And continued to face fuck the poor teen zombie as hard as he could until eventually the cum he still had left in his shaft shot into her gagging mouth.

“Take that bitch!” He said as he shot his load into her mouth.

Pulling out of her mouth Joe felt he had been paid some kind of justice for the blood leaking damage she’d inflicted 9n him. Now she was cuffed to the bed he’d keep her as his anus slave and whenever he wanted to relieve some aggression he would return to take it out on her.

Heading back out his bedroom door Joe needed to figure out his next move. Judging by the now sedate status of his mom, and the other woman he’d already fucked, sex seemed to have a calming effect on these sex zombies. He wondered how long that would last for!

“Joe,” Melisa whispered as he whisked out of the room. “Joe is that you?” She asked. “You saved me. Joe. It’s me, Melisa.” Melisa gasped as she seemed somehow to have broken through the zombie spell that had captured her and all the women. “Joe, Joe.” She cried. But it was too late, Joe was already downstairs and out of the house.

To be continued.

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INTRODUCTION

The Seven Days are a collection of seven one-chapter stories involving fantasies and role-playing with a personal flavor. These are my personal wish lists that I wished I had lived out before I had gotten married. So sit back and enjoy.

MONDAY: Law & Order
TUESDAY: Mile High Club
WEDNESDAY: Forbidden Fruit
THURSDAY: Overlooking the Stereo Types
FRIDAY: Two is Fun Three is Never a Crowd
SATURDAY: Power of Trust
SUNDAY: Out in the Country

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SATURDAY: Power of Trust

How great could a job be? For Gary, it couldn’t get better. His uncle had passed away and left him a large sum of money. Gary invested it wisely, and bought his dream: A sports pub. He knew nothing of bars or pubs but he had hired a good manager to run it. His pub, “The Fifth Quarter” was like a toy for him. Lori was his no nonsense manager who had tons of experience in the food and beverage industry and she had literally built it into the success that it was. Lori kept him in line with all the bureaucratic rules that had existed.

Gary loved the big screens in his pub. He loved working as a bartender. He loved meeting people and he loved meeting the girls that came into his bar.

“Quit staring at her ass and fill these drink orders.” Hissed Lori in his ear.

“I wasn’t staring,” Replied Gary, “Boy, you’re no fun at all, if you didn’t keep making me those profits I’d have fired you a long time ago.”

“If I didn’t keep you in line, you’d be in jail for harassment” She retorted. “Anyways, Tom can cover for you, I need you to sit in on the final interview for the part time waitress that we’re adding for the Friday and Saturday night shift.”

Gary quickly finished the drink orders and walked up to his office. Lori had gone back to the bar to bring up the interviewee.

“Gary, this is Michelle Jones, Michelle, this is Gary Barker the owner of this Pub.” Lori said as she introduced them to each other.

“Nice to, ah, meet you.” Gary stuttered as he shook her hand. There was something about Michelle that really caught his interest. Lori went through a few things with Michelle and Gary dreamily asked a question or two. They shook hands and Michelle left the room.

“What do you think?” Asked Lori.

“About what?” Gary asked.

“Where you not paying attention?” Exploded Lori, “Jesus Gary, stop thinking sex all the time with the waitresses, the first time you decide to boink one of them they can sue you for Sexual harassment. Start thinking with you head, and not your penis.”

“Yeah you’re right.” Mumbled Gary “Go ahead hire her.”

Friday night quickly came. The big screens were alive canlı bahis with two hockey games, a basketball game and a football game. And soon, the bustle was over and it was closing time. As they were getting ready to close up Michelle came over to ask Gary for change for the bus. “It’s awful late to be catching a bus, does it even run this late?” Asked Gary.

“The last one comes by at 2:45, it will get me home by 3:30.”Michelle told him.

“Forget the bus, I’ll give you a lift home.” Offered Gary.

“Can I see you for a minute?” Interrupted Lori as she dragged Gary off to the side.

“What are you doing?” She whispered at him.

“I’m offering her a ride home, look at the time?” Gary told her.

“Gary, I’ve told you before, you’ll get into trouble banging the employees, it’s against the law, and it’s a violation of the Power of trust.”

“I’ll behave,” He told her, “Besides you’re not jealous now are you?”

“Don’t make me laugh,” snorted Lori, “I’m the one that has to maintain order around here. Remember, you love this bar, don’t lose it by doing something foolish.”

Lori walked out to her car to head for home. Gary shutoff the lights and set the alarm, and locked up.

“Thank you so much for this,” Michelle said gratefully, “And thank you for hiring me, I need this second job so badly.”

“Second job?” Quizzed Gary “Why do you need two jobs?”

“My no good ex-husband is in jail, but during our relationship he left me so much debt, the creditors are constantly wanting payment.” Michelle told him. “Thankfully my kids are staying with my parents and they are putting them through school for me, while I try to work off my debt with creditors.”

“How much do you still owe the creditors?” Gary quizzed her.

“I still owe thirty thousand,” Moaned Michelle, “That should only take ten years to work off.”

“Thirty grand, what did your ex buy?” exclaimed Gary.

“What didn’t he buy, he had a gambling problem.” Michelle explained, “He would buy stuff on credit card and then sell or pawn off the goods, He had three Visa cards and four Master cards, so guess what, they all want to get paid.”

“Wow.” Said Gary as he shook his head. He turned into the driveway of a small house. A middle-aged man in his sixties was loitering out front.

“Of shit, just what I need.” Groaned Michelle.

“What now?” Gary asked her.

“I sleep occasionally with the Landlord when I’m behind in rent,” She told him, ” I still owe for this month and he’s obviously wanting an interest payment. To make things worse really a lousy lover.”

Gary seized his chance, ignoring Lori’s earlier warnings.

“I’ve got an idea,” Gary told her, “Give bahis siteleri him this instead this will cover rent and interest.”

Gary handed Michelle twenty one hundred dollar bills.

“Oh I can’t. I wouldn’t want to infringe on you, you’re my new boss.” She replied.

“Nonsense. Take it, give yourself some piece of mine.” Gary said.

Michelle took the money and walked over and had a brief conversation with the Landlord. The Landlord took the money and left to return to the house.

“Thank you so much again,” Michelle whispered, “Would you like to come in for a while? Its only a basement suite.”

“I really shouldn’t,” Lied Gary, “I could get into legal trouble, you know employee thing stuff.”

“Nonsense, I’m only inviting you in for a coffee, and to say thank you.” Michelle told him.

Gary smiled to himself. He needed no further encouragement. He followed her inside to her tiny basement suite.

“It’s nothing fancy, put its comfy.” She told Gary. “Coffee, or something more intoxicating?”

“Hmm actually nothing really, Coffee will keep me awake, and well, I really don’t feel like anything alcoholic.” Gary weaved his way through the conversation.

“Well then,” Michelle said with a sly smile as she sat down beside him, “How about I properly thank you for the loan.”

“It wasn’t a loan,” grinned Gary mischievously, “It was a gift.”

Michelle, put her arms around Gary’s neck and gave him a deep passionate kiss. Her tongue darted deep inside his mouth. She quickly moved her hands and began to unfasten his jeans. She continued her kiss as she worked his jeans and shorts past his waist. She broke off the kiss and quickly flipped her shirt and bra off. Before Gary could move, she pounced on him grabbing his throbbing eight-inch cock.

“Hmm this is what I’ve been waiting for.” Michelle whispered seductively. ” A single Mom needs to get fucked once in a while.”

She licked his swollen, purple head, licking the occasional drop of precum from the tip. She skillfully licked his shaft and deep-throated the entire shaft to get an appreciative groan from Gary.

“Why don’t you kick off your jeans, and swing yourself up here so I can return the favor.” Suggested Gary

“Hmm sixty-nine, my favorite number.” Purred Michelle.

She quickly jumped out of her clothes and straddled Gary’s head so he had an easy access to her love mound. She eyed Gary’s cock, licking her lips as an idea came to her.

“How about a friendly bet?” She asked him.

“What kind of bet?” Gary Asked.

“If I get you to come first, then you have to drive me home for a week.” She told him.

“And if you come first?” He asked.

“Then bahis şirketleri you get to fuck me up the ass until you come.” She laughed.

“Sounds like I win either way.” Gary chuckled.

While Michelle quickly resumed her feverish licking of Gary’s shaft, Gary fingered her clitoris as his tongue explored her pussy lips. He spread Michelle’s lips as his tongue dived deep inside of her. Her wetness tasted wonderful as his tongue worked deep, probing and tasting her offerings. Gary then moved his tongue to her clit and slipped two fingers inside of Michelle.

Michelle groaned with pleasure as Gary’s probing was driving her wild with excitement. Her nipples were rock hard, and the muscles in her hips were tightening in anticipation of the wave of enjoyment that was coming. Michelle quickened her pace on Gary’s shaft. But it was too late. Gary’s fingers had found the G-spot.

“Ooohhh fuck.” She moaned as her orgasm swept over her.

Michelle’s legs tightened like a vise around Gary’s head, as he continued his licking throughout her orgasm. He continued to massage the spongy G-spot while his mouth sucked in her clit, stopping momentarily to massaging it with his lips.

“Uh, Oh, Jesus, Aaahhhhh.” Screamed Michelle as another Orgasm electrified her body.

Gary was relentless in his licking. He brought her off three more times, with each time being louder and stronger. Her love juices cascaded down his cheeks and neck. As Michelle collapsed from exhaustion, Gary took his wet slippery fingers out of her pussy and began to lubricate her ass hole.

“Can you spend a minute or two to fuck my pussy so I can feel you inside of me. Then you can fuck my ass all night.” Suggested Michelle.

Gary smiled as he maneuvered Michelle to the doggy position. He slipped his eight inches into her as Michelle groaned with approval. Her blowjob had really got him worked up and he knew his time was winding down before he “lost” it. He finished off with six slow deep strokes before he pulled his cock out of her.

“Just be gentle in there.” Reminded Michelle.

“I’m always gentle.” Replied Gary.

The tip of his cock nudged gently up to her puckered rose bud. Gary took his hand and rubbed his slick cock around the entrance and slowly inserted the head inside. Michelle moaned with pain and pleasure as Gary slowly inched his way in.

“I’m okay now” Panted Michelle as she could feel Gary’s eight inches fully buried up her ass.

Gary pumped his cock with a slow, gentle rhythm. Her sphincter muscles were tightly wrapped around his cock as he rocked back and forth. Gary had never enjoyed such a great feeling. Before he knew it, he came, emptying his load inside of her. He collapsed beside Michelle with a smile.

“Pretty good,” He gasped, “And, oh by the way, I’ll still give you a ride home next week.”

“Hmmm Ride, yeah, a ride, more ways the one.” She winked back, “More ways than one.”

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Author’s note: Best to read ‘Sarah and John’ first. This story is written for my friend ‘Sarah’ and she has given me a lot of help with it. Thanks again lassie! Hope some of you enjoy it.

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Whilst Sarah dashed up to change, John chatted with Sue and Anne. Blonde Anne was a bit reserved, but Sue was more outgoing, close to flirting with him as she tossed her copper hair back from her smiling face. He asked them what they wanted to do with their afternoon. They’d read guidebooks, but confessed there seemed so much to see in London, they really didn’t know where to start.

He thought carefully. It was a lovely day and perhaps they should save museums and galleries, if they wanted to visit them, for another time. He suggested that after lunch they should ride the Underground for ten minutes to Green Park, walk through the park to view Buckingham Palace, then wander along Whitehall to see Big Ben and the Houses of Parliament at Westminster. After that they could catch a cruise boat on the Thames and sail downriver, past the financial hub of the City, to St Katherine’s Dock and Canary Wharf in the renovated docklands area.

The two women seemed happy with this itinerary. He asked them about their preferred eating habits. He’d thought to suggest one of his favourites for dinner, Poon’s on the edge of Chinatown, just off Leicester Square. Then he remembered they were Californian, and almost certainly had enjoyed a wider range of Chinese food than even London could offer. So he suggested they might eat Greek, and as he’d expected, they weren’t so familiar with that. He explained that lamb was the main meat in Greek cooking, and suspected they might not be much used to it. They seemed interested though. So they had a plan for the day. Subject of course to Sarah’s endorsement.

At that moment, Sarah stepped from the lift. He drew breath sharply. She wore a dress now, silky and slinky but very proper, just over her knees, concealing her, almost fully, but hugging her tight. Except he knew what she looked like under it, knew what the sheer fabric was hiding. What he didn’t know was that she wasn’t wearing panties. He rose to kiss her chastely on the cheek as she joined them, and Sue gushed to explain the plan for the rest of the day. Sarah nodded in agreement as Sue spoke, glanced up briefly into John’s eyes. He smiled back into her and she looked at her two friends: Hey folks, that sounds like a great plan. But can we have lunch first?

I thought we might just have a quick lunch here at the hotel, John said, so we can get on our way and not let your first afternoon in London go to waste? Or of course, a long leisurely lunch if you prefer? I’m completely in your hands, it’s your first time here. This hotel has a tea-garden out back, and at this time it should have the sun on it.

The women exchanged a few words and Sue turned to him. She seemed to be their self-appointed spokeswoman: A quick lunch here would be just great John; we want to see something of this city today. So long as you make sure we get a good dinner tonight? She smiled, bowed her head, and coyly glanced at him from under her lashes. Christ, he thought, she IS flirting with me! Or maybe that’s just how she is? He had learned that American women tended to flirt more than British, maybe it was just part of the culture.

They moved to the tea-garden, chatted pleasantly over their alfresco lunch. He was warming to Sarah’s friends as he got to know them better. The sun washed over them and they fed scraps to the chaffinches, sparrows and doves which boldly fussed nearby. Sarah was opposite him across the table and he couldn’t resist pressing his foot between hers so she had to open her legs a little.

He wanted to touch her more intimately but didn’t dare. His cock was engorging again. Christ, Sarah was getting to him. He wanted to find an excuse to drag her up to her room and fuck her hard. But there was no convincing excuse. His erection throbbed, unrequited.

After lunch he guided them the short distance from the Hotel to catch the Underground at Euston. As he bought tickets he explained: This is the only quick way to get around in central London, usually much faster than cabs. There’s a station within five minutes walk of everywhere. It’s supposed to be the most intensive system in the world. Though the Paris Metro and NY subway run it a close second. But — he guided them onto the correct escalator for their line — there is a downside. It gets unbearably crowded, especially at the peaks. I hope it’s a bit quieter on a midweek afternoon. When the escalator decanted them deep underground, he led them onto the crowded platform and up to the end where he knew the train would be quieter.

Within a couple of minutes a train surged into the station and they boarded. There were only two seats at the end of the car, and as it ended up, Sarah and he were strap-hanging. Anne and Sue were a bit hidden from view on their seats and as he closed on Sarah from behind, he pressed his throbbing erection into her silky asscrack through their clothes. He bahis firmaları pushed hard against her, licked the back of her neck discreetly till she moaned softly. He glanced round and nobody seemed to be looking their way in the crowded train. His fingers dropped and raised her dress to trace the nylon on her thigh. She squirmed her ass back against his erection and his fingers moved further up under her dress so he could touch the soft naked flesh above her stockings. His hand slid hungrily upwards and he discovered she wore no panties. You naughty girl, he muttered: I’d love to fuck you now sweetie. His fingers stroked her wetness but the announcement came over the intercom: NEXT STOP GREEN PARK. His fingers dropped from her pussy and he lifted them to his mouth to taste her sex.

Minutes later they were leaving Green Park Station and walking through the park. Squirrels darted and blackbirds trilled, and he felt two arms slip through his; Sarah and Sue. He made a point though of including Anne in the conversation, and when they reached the Mall he pointed them west. Framed by the avenue of trees, there was the awesome façade of Buckingham Palace, home of the reigning UK monarch.

Cameras came out and pictures were taken, and then they walked closer to the Palace to watch the traditionally-uniformed Guards. More photos. The women were excited and he tried to be even-handed as they chatted together. But he found it hard to take his eyes from Sarah and his cock stirred only for her.

When they were done with the Palace he shepherded them down the pleasant tree-lined avenue of the Mall, under the imposing arch into Trafalgar Square. He pointed out the National Gallery and the other public buildings round the Square, and then they turned right onto Whitehall. As they walked he explained what went on in all the imposing Government offices, till he stopped them before a short unprepossessing cul-de-sac leading off the main street.

He pointed to the sign: Downing Street. Just up there in Number Ten is the official residence of the Prime Minister, he explained. But, nodding to the police-staffed barrier, I’m afraid we can’t get any closer than this now. You need to have an official appointment and I just couldn’t manage to convince Gordon Brown to meet you.

The women laughed and he explained: I really did try, you know. A long time ago, well before he became PM, I knew Gordon a bit. But apparently not well enough for us to intrude on his busy diary now. Sorry!

Cameras were out, and Sue insisted on a picture of John with his arm around Sarah. As Sue fussed to get it absolutely right, John whispered in Sarah’s ear: I think she might suspect something, my wee sexslut. You know I need to have my dirty way with you again tonight?

We might just manage, she whispered back. Sue and Pam are sharing a room and I have one to myself.

Sue appeared finally to be happy with her shot, and they continued down Whitehall. As they neared the end, John pointed to Big Ben soaring above the other buildings. They gazed at the most famous clock in the world and more pics were taken. When they emerged onto Parliament Square, the Houses of Parliament lay before them.

Patriotic English people call it ‘the Mother of Parliaments’, and believe this to be the most ancient democracy in the world, he explained. But I understand Iceland got there many centuries before we did. Followed much later by France and the USA. The UK’s not even in the running, in my opinion. But I’m not here to give you a lecture on my view of political history, he laughed. I just hope you agree it is a very imposing complex of buildings?

They wandered round finding good angles for photographs. He told them it might be possible to go into the building and watch a debate in the House of Commons from the Visitors’ Gallery. Depending on the queues.

But the three visitors didn’t seem too interested in that idea, so he didn’t pursue it.

So what would you like to do now lassies? My suggestion is — he glanced at his watch — that we have a look at Westminster Abbey, over there, since we’re here, and then we could catch a riverboat so you can have a rest. Maybe have a coffee or tea on the boat, and watch London unfold past you. I suspect you may have walked far enough for now?

The three friends discussed his suggestions for a moment. He knew that Sarah was beginning to flag, as she had had less rest than the others in the morning, and she seemed less enthusiastic about the Abbey than Anne and Sue. But she bowed gallantly to their enthusiasm and they walked the few yards to the big old church.

It was cool and sombre as they entered, a welcome relief from the heat outside. John briefly explained a bit of the history and architecture of the ancient building, but he knew the women were tired and he didn’t want to bore them with too much detail. Pam and Sue decided to join a half-hour guided tour, but poor wilting Sarah just wanted to rest, so he guided her into a secluded pew behind a huge pillar. She collapsed onto the seat and he slid kaçak iddaa in beside her.

My poor lassie, he whispered, as he drew her to him, stroking her face. You know I loved our hot sex this morning, but maybe I was too selfish. You’re worn out. And I don’t want you too tired later. I want you to be aware as I explore you, discover every nook and cranny of your hot body.

Feel how much I want you now. And his hand guided hers to the naked throbbing hardness under his kilt. She was reluctant: it just wasn’t appropriate to touch his cock in a church, but his hand insisted. She acquiesced and began stroking the hardness which had penetrated her that morning.

His head bent to nuzzle her breasts through the silky fabric. I need you to grasp my cock firmly Sarah. His voice was harsh with need now. As his mouth firmed wetly on her breasts over the dress, his hand slid to her knee and worked its way up her thigh under the thin fabric. Her knees parted without bidding and her fingers wrapped hard round his cock. She felt him probe up the insides of her open thighs more urgently now, and sensed her own wetness as he neared her pussy.

But she came to her senses, remembered where they were. This just wasn’t right. No John, she said quietly, we can’t do this here, in a church. She pushed him away and pressed her knees tightly together. He forced her back in the pew and moved his knee between hers so her legs moved wide again. Yes we can, he insisted. Now fucking put your hand on my cock, bitch, I need you. And his hand thrust carelessly between her legs, seeking her cunt.

She knew she was wet despite herself, felt her swollen labia part with her unbidden excitement. His fingers probed her forcefully now and he grabbed her hand and thrust it up under his kilt. He needed release and she was going to give it to him, whatever she felt. He gasped as her fingers finally tightened hard round his cock. Wank me sexslut, he demanded, and his fingers were playing with her engorged clit now. Her hand reluctantly moved on his cock, masturbating him tightly, and she felt a deep breath shudder through him.

You uhhhh, you have to make me cum now Sarah, he gasped. She felt his hand tease her sex towards orgasm and her fingers closed harder on him, moving faster now. They were like two teenagers making out, totally illicitly, she thought. It was so dirtily exciting and she was dripping now. She knew she was building to a huge orgasm as she felt his pre-ejaculate on her hot hand.

Then there were loud footsteps on the stone flags approaching them, and they flew apart, panting as they hastened to adjust their clothes. They just managed to appear normal when Anne and Sue appeared from behind the stone column.

Hey, we wondered where you two were hiding, Sue boomed. Have you had a good rest honey? She looked straight into Sarah’s somewhat dilated eyes.

2.

The riverboat was comfortable, with huge windows so they could watch the city glide past. He brought the friends much-needed tea and coffee, and as they relaxed he spoke to them of the sights they were passing. They were on two bench seats, one behind the other, and this time he was beside Anne. She had been quiet and reserved till now and, in between his tourguide commentary, he chatted mainly to her. He didn’t dare think about delicious Sarah in front of him. Christ, they had got so close to making each other cum in the Abbey!

So he ignored his throbbing need. He knew Sarah would satisfy that later. Instead he focussed on Anne, trying to get to know her a bit. He enquired about her family, her work, her other interests. He told her a bit about himself when she asked. She was smiling shyly at him as she allowed herself to open up, and told him she was really interested in fabrics and interior decoration.

His thoughts went to the William Morris Gallery, and to Liberty’s department store. Morris was a Victorian designer, he explained, a polymath who had revolutionised home design with his insistence on natural dyes and fabrics. He had more-or-less created the Arts and Crafts Movement, and Liberty’s store had helped continue that tradition. She was clearly interested, and so absorbed were they in their discussion that he neglected his tourguiding for the three. They were sailing under London Bridge before he realised it, and he returned to the other two.

Uh, so sorry ladies, he said. Anne and I just got carried away, I’ve been neglecting my duties to you. Sue and Sarah laughed. Hey, we’ve been enjoying the view whilst you two were getting so absorbed in each other, Sue beamed. He noticed Anne blush shyly at the inference.

Okay, well I’m back on duty now, he smiled. He pointed out the Tate Modern and HMS Belfast on the South Bank, and the classic majesty of St Paul’s Cathedral peeking between the towering modern City buildings to the north. Then the ancient Tower of London to their left before the boat passed under the neo-Gothic wonder of Tower Bridge, and drew into St Katherine’s Dock.

He caught Sarah turn to look at him over her shoulder, a kaçak bahis strange mix of desire and — was that fear too? — in her eyes. Fuck, she entranced him. He was going to do things to and with her, that no man had ever done to her before.

Sue and Anne were deep in conversation so he leaned forward and whispered: Tonight I need to fuck your delicious ass Sarah. And if you don’t let me enter you willingly, I will tie you up and force myself on you.

He saw her body quiver as she absorbed his words and his cock hardened again. Then he turned to chat to the other two, all smiles and pleasantries.

It was nearly seven before they finally made it to Charlotte Street, home of the best Greek restaurants in the city. They finally chose one, and settled at the table. He helped guide the women through the unfamiliar menu and ordered a couple of bottles of retsina. It’s a Greek speciality, he explained, white wine with just a flavour of pine resin in it.

They sipped the wine, strange-tasting to the women, and he looked deep in Sarah’s eyes as she sat opposite him. He saw the mixture of fear and excitement there as he mentally undressed her. Fuck he wanted to taste her again. But what he really wanted was her tight arse around his cock. He watched her shiver as she read his eyes.

He was glad that the three seemed to enjoy their dinner, and they stretched it out with Greek speciality sweets, and strong coffee. He asked if they wanted liqueurs but Anne stilled him, hand on his arm. John, I think we’re all bushed. I thought you told us we had to get to bed early tonight, so we can be fresh in the morning?

He looked at his watch: just after nine. Yes, you’re right, sorry. I’ll get you back to the hotel. I just got carried away, I was enjoying your company so much.

He requested the bill and asked them: The hotel’s about a fifteen minute walk from here. Are you up for a walk, or shall I request the waiter to order a cab for us? The women looked at each other. Sarah stifled a yawn.

I take it that’s a cab then, he said smiling, and turned to catch the waiter.

Five minutes later they were at the hotel.

3.

As he ushered them into the lobby, his arm round Sarah’s waist, he enquired: Anyone for a nightcap before you go to bed? He turned to look hard into Sarah’s eyes.

Sue and Anne declined, but Sarah thought she might like a cup of tea to finish the night. He sighed inwardly in relief. They both kissed her friends goodnight before they moved to the lift, then he turned to Sarah.

You don’t have enough time for a nightcap, slut. My need is too urgent. We’re going to your room and I am going to use you for my pleasure. She hadn’t expected this harshness from him, but read the need in his eyes. She bowed her head.

When the lift returned he pushed her into it roughly and as the doors glided shut he turned and knelt before her. Pull your dress up Sarah, so I can smell your naked cunt, he demanded. She shivered into a corner, hands pressed on her knees. She was frightened and was sorry she’d gotten herself into this. John had been deliciously dominant earlier in the day, and that had turned her on, but he was a different man now. He thrust his arm between her legs, wedged them apart as the lift rose. Pushed her dress up and leaned his head into her pussy. She felt his tongue on her, probing into her, but she was bone-dry now. She felt no arousal, just fear.

John, please, I don’t want you now. She shuddered as she remembered his earlier promise to take her anally. I need to get some sleep. Please let me just go to my room alone. But his tongue was teasing her clit and to her shame she felt her pussy begin to moisten.

Your cunt is betraying you Sarah, he growled, standing now. You are going to let me into your room and you will give me the pleasure my cock needs from you. His fingers pulled her nipples through her slinky dress. Then the lift pinged and he thrust her through the door. Her head was bowed as she led him to her room and she turned when she reached the door. She tried again to reason with him: John, PLEASE? Just let me go to bed.

He grabbed the swipekey from her fingers and opened the door, pushing her in. He surveyed the room for a moment as she stood trembling. Then he lifted his kilt and pulled her hands to his erection. Hold me slut, hold my cock. Feel how much I need you. You can’t deny me now.

As her trembling fingers closed on him he unfastened her dress and pulled it off her. He gasped as she stood in her scented bra, clasping his erection. She was trembling and genuinely frightened, and his cock throbbed harder at the thought as her small fingers tightened around him.

He needed her aroused and his mouth moved to hers as she panted in alarm. Their mouths locked and he forced her lips apart with his insistent tongue. Her fingers tightened on his angry cock. His fingers were pulling at her tits as his tongue tried to probe between her firmly-clenched teeth, and as her nipples hardened under his ministrations her teeth finally parted. Her mouth slackened against his lips and his tongue finally had its way, probing her. As his fingers unclasped her bra, her fingers fell from his cock and he knelt before her, mouth and fingers on her delicious full breasts.

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My glorious girl Tracy torments me so, never trying hard. Just this morning, after a night of nakedness sleeping with her, after a day of being delighted with tales of soapy girls showering together, touching each other, then naked dreams of the same, naughty girls together in the shower and knowing I was watching; all it took was one of her passionate kisses, sucking my lower lip into her mouth, to keep me heated all day.

Now, later in the afternoon, I had to relent, and pour out this text.

It’s been before Christmas, well before, since I’ve been shaved, spanked, and fucked. I need it so desperately. Ass high on a pillow, being shaved smooth by my sexy baby, made ready for her further touch. Then put on all fours to be spanked, reddened, and then my ass marked by her to claim me.

That gets me ready to service my lover, whatever she needs. Massage those powerful thighs, kiss her deeply, admire and stroke her ass, provoke her clit to an erection, and suck it until she comes. I’m dying to see her bring herself off, she’s just so sexy when she canlı bahis performs for me. Like me, she’s a master of knowing what her body craves, and can give it just what it needs. Those moments feel so like she’s giving all of herself to me…letting me have all of her sexuality. Then tossing her…getting my tongue on her delightful little pink rosebud, so sensitive and responsive, pinning her knees to her chest, exposing all her parts for me to savor.

Then, getting to be boy-fucked by Tracy, again. Lately, I’ve asked her to just “take” me…lotion my rim, and her cock, then just force her shaft into me, making me take her inside, with no preliminary fingering or “making-ready”. Glorious. The feeling of initial resistance, then release as the head of her cock makes entry, and then the length of the shaft fills me and bonds me to her. Face to face, like lovers, where I can caress her hair, kiss her, or then let myself be completely at her mercy. I can bring my knees back, tilting me further and taking her in even more; wrap my legs around her and just savor bahis siteleri the deep thrusting. What’s especially gratifying is those times when I manage to stay rigid during her entry. It’s not something I can control, maybe no one can, but what a special gift when it does happen. My baby’s cock fucking me, and I’m getting to show her a rigid cock in return.

And then, how to cum? One glorious way is to bring it off while I’m being fucked…Tracy deep inside me, my lotioned fist bringing me off while she watches, covering my chest with hot cum. Or after all this anal play, put her on her tummy and fuck her glorious ass, stroking that small of her back, her curvy globes, admiring her tattoo, and then releasing shot after shot.

Can’t wait for tonight. I can’t remember if she’s actually strapped me with the largest of the cocks we have, or merely toyed me with it. That image of my strapped baby, in black, with that huge cock making ready to fuck me is something that’s really driving me this afternoon.

And then, there was last weekend, or maybe bahis şirketleri a few days before.

I’d chosen to sleep naked for the first time in a while. Tracy gave my ass a few playful strokes as I drifted off to sleep. And, as often happens, vivid dreams quickly followed. I loved this image of a dark castle, the heavily-posted bed with crimson velvet and satin bedcovers, and a knight who’d wandered in. The mistress of the castle, an enchantress, had cast a spell on the knight, filling him with passion and willed to her commands. All dark, so gothic, the mistress wore strapped high sandals, laces to her knees, and a long black cape.

Luring the knight onto the bed, she dropped her cape, leaving her barely dressed, her breasts exposed and lifted by a strappy top, her hips wrapped by the straps of a long, erect, lady’s cock, all black and shiny in the candlelight. Curved and almost parallel to her torso, it was perfectly formed to drive her knight into a sexual frenzy. She positioned her knight on his back, rubbed his cock and crevice with a slippery potion, and slowly, passionately, applied this same potion to her erect shaft. Her spell drove the knight to crave her touch; she went to him, pinned him, then began her ritual of penetrating him and making him hers. Forever.

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As I mention from time to time, my Mother was born in The Netherlands where her parents and her sister and her family still live. Over the years we have made an effort to get together every two years, alternating between us going there and them coming here. Now that we are older, I’m pushing thirty three as I write this, the participants have changed a bit. The original set of cousins now have jobs and families of their own. This sometimes makes it harder to get away but has also provided more money to fly people back and forth, since more of us work, and there are more people to fly back and forth, given the presence of spouses and a new generation.

There are a variety of cultural differences twixt their family and ours. We are all kind of jocks but I was always amazed at the intensity my female cousins show toward exercise. The Winter Olympics are just wrapping up as I write and the Dutch speed skaters displayed incredible dominance for such a small country. My female cousins don’t skate but they do bicycle and their devotion to working out shows in their beautiful bodies, the pride they take in them and their willingness to freely share them, at least visually.

On the subject of sharing bodies, I know my cousins find Americans rather prudish but I admit it seemed to us that they seemed to spend a lot of time walking around about half naked, and maybe even more than half naked. I was somewhat used to this from my mother who retained a lot of the habits she formed growing up. She would sunbathe topless in our yard and nude on her porch. If she needed to undress or change she would undress or change and the audience made little difference. If one of us encountered her when she was naked she would keep right on being naked until it was time to get unnaked, if that’s a word.

Given all of this I was not surprised when we arrived in Delft in the year I turned EIGHTEEN for our bi-annual get together and found that my cousins Eefje and Dieuwke, girls my own age, had taken jobs in one of the kinky clubs in Amsterdam. Basically what they did was welcome people at the front entrance and participate in various entertainments such as wrestling, getting tied up and being whipped. But mostly they handled the entrance and they invited me to come with them and apply for a similar job for the duration of my visit. The only qualifications needed were to be young and pretty, which I flatter myself I was, and to be willing to take your shirt off, which I also was. So next afternoon we headed up the A4 to Amsterdam, about 60km away to visit the club.

The club was right off the A10 in the main part of town, a four story building including dancing, a restaurant, assorted facilities for putting on shows and private, members only, areas where the really serious BDSM activities took place. The clientele included the general public as well as members of the private club. Customers were about two thirds male with a fair percentage of gays. As this was summer there were lots of tourists floating in.

Dieuwke showed me the outfit girls wore at the front door: black boots, black boy shorts, black wrist bands and upper arm bands, each equipped with a metal ring to facilitate tying you to stuff, and a black scrunchie for a ponytail so your hair stayed up to show maximum girl. There was no shirt. I met a few of the bouncers who manned the front door, large hairy guys who all spoke English and were very welcoming. Things seemed fine so we went to see the manager so I could be interviewed.

The interview went fine. As I say there were few qualifications, some of which could not be evaluated while the applicant had her clothes on. I was reasonably personable, reasonably pretty, spoke good English, but nothing else, though that was not a barrier because THEY all spoke English. As I mentioned, one manned (or girled) the door sans a shirt so it made sense that as a part of the interview I would have to strip to the waist. As I expressed interest in some of the entertainments which were done in the nude, like wrestling, sometimes other girls and sometimes boys, getting hogtied by a professional rigger for the güvenilir canlı bahis siteleri enjoyment of the general public and possibly being whipped, I was asked to strip buck naked.

So here I was, just eighteen, five thousand miles from home with three men at least twice my age whom I had met five minutes ago and I was taking off all my clothes. It was Kafkaesque, but we were, after all in Europe and Kafka was Russian. I think. I maintained a pleasant countenance and as much eye contact as I could to show I was perfectly comfy baring my ass, not to mention everything else, in front of three strange men.

I removed my running shoes and socks and slipped off my jeans. I opened my shirt and removed that too. I reached in back and unhooked my bra, pulled it off my shoulders and bared my breasts, snow white against my summer tan. The manager smiled approvingly. I’m a big B cup small C and my nipples were hard as rocks. Boys usually like my boobs. Without hesitation I hooked my thumbs in the band of my panties and pulled them down and I was naked. My bum is small and soft and snow white like my tits, my hair shaved clean and my pussy lips pink against the white skin surrounding them. I held my head up to belie my nervousness and the heat building in my boobs and my lower tummy just above my bunny hole.

Usually I love stripping for guys, of course usually they are my own age. When you’re finally nude every part of you is offered to them, boobs, pussy, ass, everything. They take with them a little part of you you can never have back. A little bit of your innocence. They forever have an intimate connection with you because they’ve seen you naked. You can never totally erase the connection you have with him. That he’s seen you naked and you’ve let him into your own private world. I kind of threw my hair back and stuck my tits out and ground my hips a little. I squeezed my thighs together and felt the warm wetness of my cunt and the tightness in my abdomen that, under other circumstances, would lead to my getting off.

The manager stood up and walked around his desk in front of me and looked closely at my body, then slowly circled in back of me and stood there, presumably evaluating my bare ass. I figured this was a part of the interview. He wanted to know if having men stare at my naked body would make me shy. It didn’t. Well, maybe a little it did. He reached out and put his fingers lightly on my lower back, then lowered his hand and kind of caressed my bare ass. I stood stock still. Satisfied he went back and sat down. If it was a test, I passed. I think.

He summoned the rigger. He was pleasant and friendly and wanted to see how I’d react to being tied up. I told him I had some experience being tied but nothing professional. He wanted to do a few simple ties on me with some pieces of hemp he had brought with him. I don’t really care for hemp, finding it too scratchy but I had no choice. He had me put my arms behind me crossing my wrists together and taking a three meter rope doubled over tied my wrists together. Tight. It hurt and as he continued I gathered it was supposed to. Tight or not I could feel my engine rev because now I was sort of helpless to resist with my hands tied.

Next he did a fairly simple rope bra during which I thought he was deliberately taking advantage of me right there in front of the others. I know the rope bra requires more hand contact with your boobs than a few other chest wraps and I think that’s why he chose it but even so he took every opportunity to cop a little feel. Anyway he put a loop of rope around my body just under my boobs and ran the free end through the bite in the middle of my back. Then he came right around and did a loop up over my boobs pulling it real tight. Doing it that way squishes your boobs together. If you start in back pulling the rope up maybe fifteen cm. then around in front and pull the free end around back and connect with the part that’s up that fifteen cm it’s a little looser on the boobs but that’s not what he wanted. Anyway my boobs were squished. At least so far he hadn’t been able to feel me up.

Next güvenilir illegal bahis siteleri he brought the working end up over my shoulder and twisted it round the upper loop just above the corresponding boob where he copped his first good feel then down over my nipple and around the lower loop just under my boob and scrunched it tight copping another feel. Then up between the boobs and around the top loop. Feel. Scrunch. Then down below the other boob and around the lower loop. Scrunch. Feel. And up over the other boob and around the top loop. Feel, scrunch. By now it hurt like hell, tight and scratchy hemp surrounding both boobs and I could feel my pussy moisten with all this tit feeling. Then up over the second shoulder and pulled down, scrunch, and tied in the middle of my back. There was a half meter or so left over so he pulled it down and through my bound wrists and pulled them up as far as I could manage and tied them off half way up my back. Then he came around front and adjusted things and copped a few more feels.

One more piece of rope meant one more tie and you didn’t have to be Einstein or de Sade to figure out where it was going to go. A loop around my waist just above my belly button pulling the rest of the rope through the bite so it lay just over my bellybutton pulled it really, really tight against my bare skin. Then it was a straight shot down between my by now eager thighs positioning the rope right between my pussy lips pulled way tight out the back with his left hand. Then he put his hand right on top of my privates under the guise of marking the quintessential spot in which to tie a knot. Bingo, I had to react physically but I said nothing but no doubt he could feel the wet down there.

He took the rope out from between my legs and tied a double knot in it at what he now knew was the critical spot then put it back through my legs and up in back around the rope passing around my middle pulling tightest of all. If you don’t think that hemp knot hurt against my little pink girlhood you’re wrong and they all could tell. If this was a test I almost flunked. In any case he tied the rope off and back and he was done. He seemed to approve of his handiwork. If it was supposed to hurt it did, on my wrists, around my body and over my boobs, around my body and in between my legs.

At any rate we were almost done. A wrestling guy was summoned, a young German fellow with a nice build who greeted me politely as I stood there still bound naked and helpless. He thought I would do, although how I was supposed to wrestle him I don’t know but it looked like it might be more satisfying than simply being tied up. A whipping guy came by and he was evidently unimpressed by my brown, puppy body or my prospects as a stalwart whipping subject. He suggested we might try a private session in the private club rather than the public session for paying tourists and he left. Finally the manager ordered me untied, told me I could get dressed and that I was hired. I left the office, the marks of the ropes still on my soft young, but EIGHTEEN year old body and Eefje and I went to wardrobing to get me my doorgirl outfit, what there was of it.

Eefje was already dressed in her outfit, which I had tried out at home. My feet were bigger than hers, her bum a tad bigger than mine. I stripped to my panties and tried on boots which were one size bigger and they fit and boy shorts that were one size smaller and they fit. I kept my panties and my socks and Eefje fitted me for my wrist and upper arm cuffs and my collar and we were set. We powdered our noses and headed to the main entrance to get me oriented, my bare tits ready to greet the good people of Amsterdam, my nipples so stiff they might put somebody’s eye out. Well, if they were only four feet tall.

Greeting was easy. We stood behind a counter, the better to minimize groping, and smiled as people came in. Members showed their card, non-members paid a fee which included the price of two drinks. Ninety per cent of the men were clearly happy to greet us, less so with the women. A shift lasted six hours, including breaks, güvenilir bahis şirketleri not unreasonable considering they were open eighteen hours a day. We had to spend one hour a shift doing window duty which was designed to help attract customers. At all times one of us had to stand in a window facing the street next to the entrance bound to a pole, clad only in our collar and wrist and arm cuffs. That’s where Dieuwke had been all this time, tied naked to this post, no doubt helping prove it pays to advertise.

At any rate the time passed quickly. We got pee breaks and were fed three hours into our shift. The presence of the bouncers guaranteed our physical safety, as did frequent visits from members of the gendarmerie. I quickly forgot about not having a shirt on, unless, as occasionally happened, some one stared too long. The bouncers and the cops especially seemed to enjoy the pretty young wench (small W here) from America who smiled and laughed at their jokes, provided they remembered to tell them in English.

I enjoyed myself thoroughly. Being bare breasted in public was a trip. I have always marveled at the sensuality of my own boobs. I love the way they look and feel and all the pleasure they had brought me and the boys I’ve shared them with. I’ll always remember the first time I willingly bared my chest for a boy, as opposed to being stripped for some game. And the first time a boy felt me up, really felt me up like a boyfriend, not while I was tied to a tree or something by the neighborhood guys. I loved the way my nipples got hard and how it felt and how the feelings spread inside me down over my tummy to my cunt and how my body exploded minutes later and how I learned to reproduce it all alone in my bed, either my hand or my favorite teddy between my legs. What a trip indeed.

Right after our lunch break I did my turn in the window, tied naked to the post. We weren’t tied tight and nobody touched us. I saw no sign of the rigger who had felt me up earlier. The lights between us and the street were so bright we could see nothing outside unless someone stood an inch from the window, which occasionally they did, some just staring, some trying to figure out if the girl they were looking at was real. Many took photos, diluting the value of the nudes Harry took of me and sold at more or less outrageous prices. I closed my eyes and imagined I don’t know what and felt the fire inside me raging. When I was done with my hour I went to the ladies and finished myself with my hand.

Before I knew it we were done. We had to wait for Dieuwke who wrestled a girl on a large rug for the assembled masses right after midnight. They started in bikinis and ended up naked. There was no sex, at least nothing overt like fooling around with dildos or tribadism. It was like high school wrestling in that they would get down on the mat and then get back up and like fake pro wrestling in that they made sure a certain interval of time passed before getting more naked. There WAS a certain amount of tit and ass grabbing, they just just stayed away from each others genitals.

Next day we talked my experiences over. I thought I could do the wrestling and was interested in trying it with a guy. As long as there was only incidental genital contact I thought I could hack it. I decided I had had enough of the rigging guy. You could get tied up by a customer who was willing to pay a fee but only the most experienced, or desperate, girls messed with people off the street. I really wanted to try the whipping. I had never been really whipped, I mean outside of a controlled situation like in The Wenches. I resolved to talk to the whipping guy about setting up something with the private members.

We had a day off and headed back to the club the day after that. The only cloud on the horizon was that our fathers had expressed an interest in seeing the club. Seeing it when we were there, of course. There was nothing we could do to stop them. I could live with my Dad seeing my bare breasts while I was doing entry duty but never completely nude when I was doing my nightly window session. So each night we girls went I did the first hour we were there in the window, confident the men would not show up early. If I ended up doing the whipping in the private club I was clear because he was not a member. If I did the wrestling and was scheduled with a guy the night they came I was of course screwed.

END OF PART ONE

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I am not a normal girl. Well, not normal by what anyone else’s standards of normal would be. I have trouble defining myself and finding where I fit because I’m wildly kinky by some people’s standards and a very tame vanilla to others. I straddle the line between submissive and dominant, between sexually adventurous and staying within limits. I don’t think someone has to be all-in to one category or the other to have a satisfying sex life or relationship. It’s taken a long time to get where I am now so I thought I’d write some of my story and share it here because, who knows, maybe you’ll enjoy it.

My name is Amanda and I’m 34 years old. I was married for about 5 years but got divorced and now, 5 years later, I’m in a committed relationship with my sexual match, Mark. I’ve discovered over the years that I like to be submissive in bed. My main pleasure comes from servicing the person I’m with and satisfying their needs. I don’t care if I cum and, in fact, I am better controlled if I’m not allowed to cum at all. I’m horny on a daily basis and Mark can take me whenever he wants but I just can’t seem to do the whole “master” and “slave” roles. I don’t think I have the ability to be a true submissive.

I knew I liked kinky when I wouldn’t just masturbate when I was very young. I’d poke safety pins into my nipples and shove markers in my pussy long before I had started having sex. I wanted to be used. In my teens, I had a boyfriend who persuaded me to let one of his friends fuck me on the floor of a walk in closet at a party because he said I belonged to him. So I did and the whole time I thought about how my boyfriend was letting some other guy use me. I had orgasms so huge the guy had to cover my mouth for fear I’d be heard over the loud music outside. I wanted to be used again. I wanted him to go find every friend he had and let them fuck me one after the other.

Unfortunately, it turned out that his friend had always wanted to be with me and my boyfriend didn’t really care about me so nothing grew out of it, to my complete frustration. I had a surprisingly difficult time to even get him to fuck me in the ass let alone do anything else I dreamed about. We broke up and I went through boyfriend after boyfriend, silly and sexually inexperienced boys who would claim to worship me because I taught them about sex, but I couldn’t seem to spark the flame of kinkyness in them. The whole worship thing was a complete turn off. I wanted a man, not a boy, to take me and own my body and use it to please himself and to get pleasure from doing things to me.

After years of failed experiences, I eventually decided I would never meet my sexual match. I married at 24 and we had vanilla sex 4 – 5 days per week. I was so bored. I couldn’t get rid of my desires though so I’d stick anything I could in my pussy – zucchini and other produce, eggs, remote controls, phones, tennis balls, beer bottles – and I’d leave them in there for as long as I could stand it (and had plenty of scares trying to get things out!). I eventually worked up to fucking the wide end of my husband’s baseball bat. I needed to be fucked by something. I needed to feel something in my pussy. I finally started sticking two racquetballs up my pussy and leaving them in all day on my days off when he was still at work but I didn’t tell him. I started to think I was abnormal.

One day I inserted my racquetballs and decided to go run errands. My pussy bahis firmaları was so dripping wet from the excitement of having a secret that I was afraid the balls would try to come out. I wondered if people knew by my walk or maybe the look on my face but no one seemed to notice me at all. I started upping the ante by wearing my balls out and putting mini binder clips on my nipples under my bra. I wasn’t brave enough yet to wear my balls to work but I did do the binder clips a few days per week. They were so painful that I’d have to go in the bathroom to adjust them and rub my nipples for relief but then I’d clamp them back on tight and go back to work.

One day my very vanilla husband surprised me by asking if I wanted to go check out the swingers’ club that near our house. He’d heard it was interesting and I thought, “Oh please let this wake him up.” I told him I heard that people have sex in front of everyone else there and asked if we were going to do that. He said he didn’t know but wanted to see the scene first. We waited until about midnight and I put on a short dress, no underwear or bra, and then we headed over.

The place was really busy! We paid our entry fee and walked in. The first thing I saw was a woman giving head to a guy sitting on a couch. Others were sitting around and chatting. It was this super weird combination of lounge and sex club. We explored the various rooms – an empty doctors office, a hot tub room, a bondage room actively being used, and more. There were private booths and exhibition rooms. One couple had quite a large audience and I heard that they had been going at it for 45 minutes at that point. But it was a room with a giant bed and a large glass window that caught my attention. A woman was on her hands and knees on the bed and a man sat off in the corner. A sign on the window said:

FREE SLUT

USE ANY HOLE

CONDOM MANDATORY

I just about creamed myself right there. I wanted to be her. There was an actual line of guys waiting their turn. A line! I had no idea how many she’d taken before I got there or how many she would end up taking that night in total but I was impressed. I turned my husband away from the couple and toward the room.

I asked, “Do you think you could ever let me do that?” I prayed for him to say yes, to say that I should and would do it.

“Would you want to do that?” he asked with a slight wrinkle to his nose.

“Well, I would do it if you wanted me to and I do think it would be an interesting experience. I think I’d like to try it,” I said with hopeful eyes.

“Hmmm,” he said as he watched the woman take one guy in her ass as another fucked her mouth. The guy in her mouth finished and another guy was ushered in to take his place. Gawd, I wanted to be her.

We ended up having sex standing up in a private booth with a curtain closed. I know, disappointing as hell, right? Here we were with a literal orgy going on around us and we’re in a private booth. I asked him to fuck my ass, to fist me, to throat fuck me but he just wanted to fuck and cum. This was the start of the end of our marriage.

Skip to about 4 years later and I’ve been divorced for awhile, trying regular dating, trying Adult Friend Finder and other online adult services, but every guy talked a bigger game than he could give. It seems that they all thought it was just talking dirty. Then I met Mark at a summer barbecue that a kaçak iddaa friend was having at a park. My friend introduced us and we chatted a bit then drifted apart to mingle with other people. I could feel his eyes on me though. I’d turn and catch him watching me, not staring but looking at me like he was trying to figure me out. He wouldn’t look away when I caught him. He wanted me to know he was watching me.

When the person I was talking to walked off to get another beer, Mark came up and gave me a sly smile. “We need to go on a date,” he said very matter-of-factly.

“We do?” I asked.

“Yep, you need me. That sounds creepy. I don’t mean it to be creepy. I just have this feeling though that we’re going to be good together,” he said and that sly smile came back.

It was on our third date when he stated that we needed to have sex. Now obviously I’m no prude but I was surprised that he just flat out stated it like it was a fact. It wasn’t said with arrogance or aggressiveness, it was more like he knew what I needed and wanted to give it to me. He told me that Saturday night we’d stay in at his place and that I should bring my toothbrush.

I assumed Saturday would be awkward. The first time usually is clumsy and fumbling but there wasn’t any time for that. He kissed me the second I came in the door and pulled my body so close to his it was like the was trying to absorb me. He undressed me where I stood while kissing and caressing me everywhere. He picked me up and carried me to the bedroom then laid me on the bed. He turned me so my legs dangled off the side and got between my legs.

Still fully clothed, he ran his hands over my body, never saying a word. He gently caressed from my shoulders to my knees then went back to my tits. This time he pinched my nipples. I couldn’t help but let out a small moan and he pinched them harder making me moan and squirm. His hands then pulled my thighs further apart and I could feel him playing with the folds of my pussy. One finger, two fingers, three fingers and I was squirming on his hand. Four fingers and I was arching up off the bed.

“How far do you want to go?” he asked. “Can you take it all?” My pussy was absolutely drenched and I nodded. “Well, we’ll wait for that,” he said in a low voice. He got undressed and stood next to the bed. “Get on your knees down here.”

I dropped to my knees and he smiled. “Oh, I see I was right. You have a submissive streak. This is good.” He tipped my head back and asked if I like giving oral. It’s just one of my most favorite things ever but all I could manage was a “yes.”

“I want you to keep your eyes on mine,” he said as he slid a finger into my mouth and gently pulled it open. He slowly slid his rock hard cock into my mouth and using both of his hands he stretched and positioned my neck so he could slide in as far as I could take him and then try for more. The whole time my eyes were locked on his as his cock slid in and out of my mouth, stretching my jaw and my throat. I was gagging and my eyes were tearing up but I stayed locked on him the best I could.

“You’re such a good girl,” he whispered and I almost came again. “I’m impressed. Your throat needs more training but you’re pretty damn good already.” He continued to fuck my throat, making me gag and cry.

He pulled me up and put me back on the bed, pulled me to the edge and rammed his cock into me in one fell swoop. He grabbed kaçak bahis my legs, lifted me off the bed and started fucking me harder than I’d been fucked in a very long time. He pounded my pussy until I thought he was ready to cum and I was going to cum with him but he just stopped. He stepped back and smiled at me as he put lube all over his right hand. I knew what was coming next. Me.

He went straight to 4 fingers for a few pumps and then brought in his thumb. He fisted me with the teardrop shape hands make and then slowed to try to push in up to his wrist. I had told him that I wanted it and now I was getting it. He grabbed my shoulder with his left hand then started pushing into my pussy slowly but very firmly. I hadn’t been spread like this in a very long time and I wasn’t sure I was going to be able to take it but finally it just popped in.

I was covering my own mouth as I screamed. He twisted his fist around inside of me making every part of me spread out further and I continued to scream in pain and ecstasy. He started to pull his fist out and then pushed it back in, a little further every time. He kept adding more lube until I looked like an oil slick down there. I lifted my head and saw his fist in my pussy up to just past his wrist and it was beautiful. I lifted my legs and spread them wide to show him I was fully giving up my pussy to him.

“You like being fisted. I bet you like a lot of things inside you. You like all your holes filled, don’t you?” I nodded wildly. He twisted his fist and fucked me a little with it.

“Is your ass trained?” he asked. I shook my head. I didn’t do much ass play on my own but I was open to it if it pleased my partner.

“Well, we’ll work on that,” he promised in total seriousness. It was then that I knew he was probably right about us being good together. He was confident and commanding without being cruel or arrogant. He liked to watch me and make me cum. I felt like I wanted to do what he told me to do.

I noticed he hadn’t cum yet and I started to worry that I was slacking off. I asked him if he wanted me to suck him until he came but he told me, “Not yet. I’m going to teach you about having patience and discipline. There’s so much more pleasure in drawing it out for as long as you can. Tonight you can cum as much as you want. Tomorrow though…” he trailed off.

He fucked my pussy in every position possible for the next hour. Every muscle in my body was tired but when he told me to go swallow his cum, I was on it immediately. I dropped to my knees and opened my mouth wide. “Look at me,” he said gruffly. I opened my eyes and he shoved his cock deep then came down my throat. I can’t tell you if it was salty or not because I didn’t even get to taste it. A huge load of cum hit the back of my throat and slid down it as his cock pumped everything it could out.

He carried me into the bathroom and started the shower. We both stepped in and then he washed every part of me. It was the most sensual and loving experience I’ve ever had after sex with anyone. We got into bed and I fell asleep like I hadn’t slept in years. This wasn’t the kinky sex I was looking for but it was a good start.

I knew it was a great start when I woke up the next morning with him between my legs, fucking me. He woke up with wood and decided to take me. He was claiming me as his and was letting me know it. My pussy belonged to him and he was going to give me everything I ever wanted.

*****

Now that you know most of the backstory I’ll start telling you about specific experiences I remember until I get to present day. There’s lots more good stuff coming up!

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