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As far as we know, no one ever caught on that, while I was helping to teach Kayleen about home repair and maintenance, I was also fucking her, eating her pussy and receiving some outstanding blowjobs. We’d been very careful and, I had assumed, not let anyone know what was going on. As it turned out, I certainly hadn’t shared with anyone that I was enjoying some naked time with someone half my age who also happened to be the oldest daughter of one of my friends, but Kayleen had a confidant who she felt it was safe to share our exploits with. She didn’t come right out and tell me about it, but after we’d been screwing each other for about a month or so, as Kayleen was telling me about the vacation she was about to leave on with some of her friends, she said that she hoped I’d still be available for maintenance calls while she was gone.

At first, I thought that she just wanted to me to stop in occasionally and make sure everything was okay, which I really didn’t think was necessary given that she wasn’t going to be gone long and didn’t have any pets or even plants that would need looking after. When she went on to explain that she was having her sister, Sara, apartment sit while she was gone, I still wasn’t positive that she was getting at what it sounded like she was. Finally, she just came out and admitted that she’d told Sara everything and that, if I was up for it, Sara would definitely be interested in a couple of maintenance calls while she was staying at the apartment.

Sara had just graduated from high school, so she was eighteen, and was thin like Kayleen, but a little bit taller. She was also a blonde and had a more athletic physique from playing softball. I had never considered fucking Kayleen, much less any of her sisters, so the concept initially took me by surprise. Once I’d considered it, though, I had no problem with visiting Sara a few times as long as she followed the same protocol that Kayleen and I had developed. We discussed potential “emergencies” that she could call my house about that would ultimately be nothing more than her being paranoid about screwing something up at her sister’s apartment.

By the time Kayleen left town, she and Sara and I had my visits all planned out, so when my wife told me that Sara was afraid she might have messed something up at Kayleen’s apartment, I rolled my eyes and said that it was probably nothing but I’d better go and set Sara’s mind at ease. She had a softball game that night, so we’d planned it so that I’d arrive around the same time she got over to Kayleen’s. She must have just beat me there, because when she opened the door, she was still in her softball uniform. As I was closing the door and locking it behind me, she mentioned that she still needed to take a shower, so told her that I would be more than willing to help her with that. Stepping closer to her, I took her in my arms and started to kiss her. When we started to make out, I slipped my hands down to squeeze her ass, which I found very toned. My cock was growing against her abdomen, so she had to feel it as I pulled her against me.

I ended up picking her up and carrying her down the hall to the bathroom while she wrapped her legs around me and continued to kiss my neck. I set her down inside the bathroom and kissed her again as I started to work her softball pants down. Once they were below her ass, I squeezed her ass again through her Beylikdüzü escort panties, then dropped to my knees in front of her. I worked her pants the rest of the way down, but I wanted an up close and personal when I took her panties down to see how blonde her bush was. I was not disappointed as I started to slide her panties down to see her trim, golden fur revealed. While she started to remove her jersey, I leaned in to run my tongue up her slit. She moaned and leaned back against the counter so that she could spread her legs a bit more while I lapped up the juices that were flowing from her pussy. I glanced up as she cast her jersey aside, seeing her wearing only her sports bra as she reached down to run her fingers through my hair.

I slipped a finger into her pussy when I started to lick and suck her clit, finding it at least as snug and slippery as Kayleen’s had been. She started to moan and push her hips rhythmically toward my face as I started to wonder whether she’d cum as easily as Kayleen seemed to. It wouldn’t matter if she didn’t because it just meant that I would spend more time eating her pussy, which I definitely did not have a problem with. It did seem to be getting hotter and wetter the longer I ate it, even though it had been apparent that she’d already been completely worked up when I started eating her based on how hot and wet it had been at that point. Either way, it had been a long time since I’d eaten an 18-year-old pussy, so I was savoring the experience along with the pungent taste of her nectar.

Along with her pussy getting hotter and wetter, Sara was getting louder and was humping my face faster and faster. When she went almost completely still and tensed up, I knew she was right there on the verge. I kept up what I was doing even as the tension left her body and it instead began to shake. Her orgasm seemed to be long and intense and I didn’t stop working on her pussy until she’d gone still and let out a long sigh. At that point, I stood and started to remove her sports bra after caressing her hard nipples through the tight material. She raised her arms to allow me to remove it as she caught her breath and, after admiring her small, perky tits, I lowered my head to lick and suck her nipples.

She moaned again and held my head as I alternated from one nipple to the other before I straightened up to kiss her again. She reached immediately for my belt and got my shorts open quickly. As they dropped to my ankles and I stepped out of them, she was massaging my bulging cock through my briefs before starting to slide them down. Once my cock was free, she stroked it in one hand while the other cupped my balls. I sent my briefs the rest of the way down and kicked them aside as well before lifting Sara onto the counter. She guided my cock toward her blonde bush and I slowly slipped into her pussy. We both moaned as I filled her and started to slowly slide my cock in and out of her hot, tight pussy. I was holding her hips with my fingers around onto her ass while her arms were around my neck, but once I got a nice rhythm going, I moved my hands up to caress her tits.

As with Kayleen the first time we’d been together, Sara wasn’t being proactive in pursuit of her orgasm. At eighteen, and after my experience with Kayleen, this didn’t necessarily surprise me but I wanted to put her on the same path I’d ultimately put Kayleen on, which involved not having to count on somebody else 100% to achieve an orgasm during sex. With her sitting up on the counter, this wasn’t the best position to initiate that, but I couldn’t bring myself to stop sliding my cock in and out of her snug, slippery pussy right away. When I started to feel the initial stirrings of my own orgasm, I decided I’d better be careful not to leave her in the dust, especially since I’m sure Kayleen had told her some stories that didn’t include that happening. I managed to stop myself and pull out then had her hop off the counter and turn around.

She rested her head on her arms on the countertop as I ran my hands Beylikdüzü escort over her toned ass before guiding my throbbing cock back into her. Taking her by her hips, I slid my cock all the way in until my hips were pressing against her ass then started to fuck her again. My hands initially slipped up to cup her dangling tits before I recalled that I was supposed to be getting her closer to an orgasm. I let one hand slide down over her flat abdomen and through her golden bush until my fingertips found her clit and I started to caress it. Sara immediately let out a low moan and started to push back against my incoming thrusts, which was definitely a good sign. I was surprised by how quickly her pussy seemed to be flooded with additional lubrication which made it feel even better as I continued to slowly fuck her.

I would have kept fucking her with long, slow strokes but, from the time I started to also stimulate her clit, she was pushing back harder and faster the longer we were going at it. I could feel my orgasm continuing to build up and was savoring the pleasurable feeling but it was readily apparent that Sara’s orgasm was coming on even faster. She had braced her hands against the wall so she could push back against me and was moaning almost continuously along with her pussy continuing to feel hotter and more engorged. She only stopped forcing herself backwards when her body started to shake as she came. I continued to caress her clit while fucking her until she’d ridden out another long and intense orgasm, then straightened up and took her by the hips again.

I slowed down the pace again now that she’d cum so that I could really relish the feel of fucking her as I admired her ass. I’d been thrilled by the opportunity to fuck Kayleen, so being with Sara, regardless of whether she was Kayleen’s sister, was an incredible bonus. As with the first time I’d been with Kayleen, I wasn’t going to assume that there would be another opportunity to be with Sara, so I was making sure that I savored every second and every stroke of my cock in and out of her pussy. As my orgasm continued to build, I did gradually pick up the pace and, by the time my cock started to swell in anticipation of cumming, my hips were bouncing off of her ass. Sara was pushing back against my thrusts and moaning again, though I was not expecting her to cum again before I did. Her moans and the smacking of my hips against her ass were echoing off the tile in the small bathroom.

When I started to spurt inside her, I did slow down again, forcing my cock into her with each shot of cum until I was completely spent. I remained behind her with my softening cock still inside her pussy as I caught my breath before eventually pulling out and stepping back. She straightened up and turned to kiss me again. I ran my hands over her bare ass as we made out momentarily before Sara stepped over to turn the shower on. My attention was still on her ass as she leaned in to get the water temperature adjusted before turning on the shower itself. She flashed me a smile and beckoned me to join her as she stepped in. I joined her but climbed in at the opposite end and watched as she leaned back to get her long blonde hair completely wet. My eyes traveled over her wet, naked body and the blood was already trying to flow back to my flaccid cock.

I took my turn under the spray once she was completely wet down then we started to lather each other up. Since she was the one who felt the need for a shower, I made sure that I cleaned every square inch of her body and some parts even more than once. She, on the other hand, was more focused on a specific part of my body that she made sure was incredibly clean and, by the time we were done and ready to step out, was already well on its way to recovery. We toweled each other off and once she made sure my cock was completely dry, she stroked it in her fist while making sure it was nearly at full rigidity.

“I want to suck it,” she said, looking at me as she continued to pump it.

“Why don’t we Escort Beylikdüzü go into the living room then,” I suggested.

I sat on the couch in about the same spot as I had the first time Kayleen had sucked me off and Sara knelt before me. She pumped my cock briefly before lowering her head and engulfing it in her mouth. As with Kayleen, I was pleased with her cocksucking ability, especially given her age and what I knew of her dating history. I made sure to tell her between moans that she was very good at what she was doing. When I wasn’t focused on watching her lips sliding up and down my shaft while she pumped the base in her hand, I was thinking about the naked parts that I couldn’t currently see. Those images along with Sara’s quality cocksucking had me experiencing high levels of pleasure.

Since I’d cum already, I knew that, despite the stimulation of the shower and Sara’s oral talents, it would take me a while before I was ready to cum again. I could have had her just kneel there and suck me until I was finally ready to blow another load, but the more I thought about her naked, the more I wanted to eat her blonde pussy again. I had her take a quick break and reclined on the couch while inviting her to straddle my head and resume blowing me. I watched her golden bush approach and as soon as it was close enough, I was lapping at it again. She let out a moan before taking my cock in her hand again and lowering her mouth back over it. I moaned and felt a surge of pleasure as she not only sucked and pumped my cock, but now was gently massaging my balls as well.

Once I’d slurped up her juices for a bit, I slipped a finger into her pussy while licking and sucking her clit. She paused to moan again, then went right back to sucking my throbbing cock. My free hand was roaming over her firm ass and my cock continued to swell even more as I felt her drawing out my orgasm more quickly than I’d expected. I was enjoying the pleasurable feelings as much as I was enjoying eating Sara’s sweet young pussy. She would let out an occasional moan, but I was beginning to suspect that she was a lot more focused on sucking my cock than she was on experiencing her own pleasure. I was okay with that and couldn’t think of any time spent eating her pussy as wasted effort; the longer it took for her to cum, the more time I had to enjoy it.

When I started to feel that my orgasm was imminent, I let my head drop back as I enjoyed the building pleasure, though I did continue to slide my finger in and out of her pussy. My cock was swelling in anticipation of cumming but Sara didn’t hesitate at all and just continued to slide her lips up and down my shaft. I let out a grunt as I started to spew down her throat and she continued to suck me off until I was completely spent. I went back to licking and sucking her clit before she’d even let my softening cock fall from her mouth and immediately sensed an increase in lubrication. With her focus strictly on what she was feeling, her orgasm began to build quickly and she was soon moaning more or less continuously. The wetter she got, the louder she was moaning as I enjoyed the increased flow of juices. She started to tense up as her pussy was becoming more engorged around my pumping finger then started to shake as she came.

I kept eating her until she went still and let out a sigh, then dropped my head and slipped my finger from her pussy into my mouth. Once she’d caught her breath, she got up and moved around to lie on top of me.

“Kayleen was right,” she finally said, “You do know how to rock a girl’s world.”

“Thank you,” I replied, “but I’ll bet I enjoyed it as much as you did.”

“Oh, I doubt it,” she claimed, “That was the best ever.”

“Well, if Kayleen is still willing to share me when she gets back,” I said, “maybe we can figure out a way to see each other on a regular basis.”

“In the meantime,” she pointed out, “we still have at least one more opportunity this week.”

We went over the plan for our next get together and tentatively discussed whether there was any potential to pull off another tryst safely at Kayleen’s apartment before she returned. We didn’t come to a final conclusion but each promised to both think about it and we’d discuss it again in a couple of days when we were together again.

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William’s POV

I had a great year. I threw myself into the experience of an education abroad. I stopped sending e-mails to Kyle after a while, because it hurt too much to keep checking for a reply and getting none. Skype requests also went unanswered. My dad subtly tried to let me know how Kyle was but I changed the subject and eventually he stopped trying. I dated other guys too, and for the most part I was successful, opening myself up to the gay experience. The only caveat was that I never gave myself completely as hand jobs were as far as I would get. Somewhere in the back of my mind no matter who I was with, I still wanted to be with Kyle. Standing back in my room, the memory of what had happened felt like it took place only yesterday.

This was the room where I left my heart shattered in pieces. Now one year later, when I thought I had pieced it back together I never imagined that it would still hurt so much.

I needed a plan. Kyle and I were neighbors, we were bound to run into each other and we would be starting our sophomore year at the same local college, playing baseball for the same team. I just had to figure out what to say to him.

As it happened I did not need to plan too much. My brother Kevin and I were sitting in the diner when Kyle and a couple of our friends walked in. They were laughing and paling around so I had a good look at Kyle before they saw me.

“Williaam! My man when the fuck did you get back” I hated the way Justice dragged out my name but I have to say I missed hearing it.

“Yesterday.” I said, succumbing to the fist pumps and bear hugs. Kyle hung back.

“Oh man. It’s good to have you back kid.” Justice threw his arm around my neck. “Irish is throwing a party tomorrow aand you have got to come man. It promises to be wiild.”

“Does Irish ever throw a lame party dude?” I laughed and pushed him off me.

I looked at Kyle then. “Hey”

“Hey.” He shuffled his feet. “It’s good to see you.”

“Yeah?” I asked nervously.

“Hey Kyle! What you eating man?” We both turned to where Justice and Shane stood at the counter.

“I got to go. I’ll see you at the party Beylikdüzü escort tomorrow.” And he walked away.

I turned around to my seat not sure what had just happened and even less sure that my legs would hold me up.

“You okay?” Kevin asked

I shrugged. “I’ll meet you outside.” I made my way outside and let out a breath that I did not know I was holding. I swallowed in big gulps of air. I felt sick, my stomach lurched and I doubled over the side of the diner and emptied the contents of my stomach into the street. I started when I felt a hand on my back, but it was Kevin. He rubbed my back until there was nothing left to bring up, and held me up all the way to the car.

Once we got home I closed myself in my room and the tears came. They were a whole years’ worth of heartache and then some. I fell asleep, and when I woke up my dad was sitting at my desk.

“Hi Dad.” He got up and walked to my bed and pulled me into his arms.

“William, are you okay.” My Dad never called me William unless he was mad or worried.

“I will be.” That was all I could promise. “I didn’t think it could hurt so much just to see him. I thought,” I choked on a sob. “I don’t know what I thought, just not this. It’s been so long I was sure I could handle it better. ”

“First love sucks Will, but I promise you it gets better. You won’t always feel like this, and there is nothing wrong with crying your heart out when it hurts. I’ve done my fair share of that. You’re not alone son. Promise me you will find your brother or me to talk to when it gets bad.”

“I promise Dad. But Dad, you married your first love and it was great.”

“It wasn’t always Will. Your mom and I had to fight for our love, fight our parents and then Kevin came. We worked at our marriage and it looked easy because we loved each other and we loved our boys and then she was gone.”

I looked at my dad and saw his sadness. “I miss mom too dad, every day.”

“She would tell you the same thing I’m telling you now, only she would know how to say it better.” He pulled me in for a hug. “I love you, now clean up and come down for dinner.” Beylikdüzü escort

“I love you too.”

I felt better, but I definitely needed a plan.

The next day found me registering for classes and visiting the baseball athletic director. I would be allowed to practice with the team and Coach made it clear that as good as I was, I would still have to earn my place.

Driving back, I recognized Kyle walking up the turn to our houses. He had about a half mile to go. I briefly considered driving past then I thought better of it. No plan is a plan it would seem. I pulled up alongside him and watched as he debated getting in. No one spoke for the first few minutes.

“How come you’re walking” I asked, trying to be casual.

“Dad took my car to drop mom off. Their car is at the shop.”

That was it until I pulled into my driveway. We both sat there in silence not wanting to be the first to speak, until I again dared.

“You never wrote me back” I accused.

“I know.” His reply was a whisper ‘I’m sorry.”

I slammed my palm on the steering wheel. “That’s it. You’re sorry. That’s all you have to say.”

He turned to me. “I didn’t know what to say Will. I’m sorry I did that to you. I- I.” He shrugged his shoulders. “I missed you.”

I spun around to look at him. “You missed me! You missed me!” I shrieked. “You could have started there. You could have told me that in one little email.” I took a breath but I was shaking. “You left Kyle. I opened up to you, we shared something intimate, and you walked out without a word.” I put my hand up to stop whatever it was he was about to say. “I emailed you, tried to get you on skype and you ignored me. Now you missed me, and you’re sorry. Well, fuck you Kyle. Fuck you!”

I opened the car door and sprinted to my house leaving Kyle sitting there. I barely flopped myself on the bed, when I heard my bedroom door open. I didn’t have to look to know it was Kyle. The bed sagged when he sat.

“Will, I am sorry. I know I hurt you and there is no excuse. Just hear me out please” He paused but I said nothing. “Did you ever stop to think Escort Beylikdüzü why I so willingly let that happen between us? Why I didn’t stop or push you away?” He looked at me for effect, and while I realized that I never gave it a thought, I still said nothing. Kyle sighed and continued.

“I thought I had it all worked out. Grow up, get married, house, kids. That was the plan. I thought the attraction I had for boys was wrong. I pushed them so far away and I was successful too and I dated girls. Even when it didn’t feel right I dated girls. I thought I would out grow the feelings that always seemed to pull at me. Feelings I had for my best friend that I was sure he would never feel for me.” He took a deep breath. “I ran away not because of you telling me you were gay because I knew I was too. But because in that moment after you sucked me off and the hand job, it was real. I couldn’t hide anymore. Then when you told me you loved me, I wanted to tell you too. I wanted to tell you how long I had wanted you, and that moment was a dream come true for me.” Kyle put his hand on my shoulder and I let him turn me around to face him.

“When you wanted to be with me in that way I was beyond excited, I had dreamt about it even when I didn’t want to, and when it was over…Will, I was happy, shocked, and confused. I was scared of what it meant so I ran, I panicked. By the time I figured it out, I wasn’t really mad at you for keeping the same secret. I told my parents so we wouldn’t have to hide. I didn’t want to hide anymore. But it got really bad telling them Really bad Will. Then you were gone.”

I looked into his eyes and saw the hidden pain there. I ran a hand through his hair and down the side of his cheek. He held my hand there.

“I’m not sorry about what happened, Will. I acted stupidly. I should have told you that I loved you too and that I was also gay. When I told my parents, we could have been scared together. You made me feel amazing and I messed that all up.” Kyle held my face in his hands. “Even though I don’t deserve it Will, can you forgive me?”

I looked at the boy I had loved my entire life and damn it he was cute.. He was here now, saying everything I wanted to hear. “Kyle.” I whispered, bringing my face closer to his. I savored the hopeful loving look in his eyes and then kissed him. We kissed with all the passion and longing we could muster, trying to make up for lost time.

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Alexander was laying on the bed in his chambers. Sleep was slowly drifting over him. His eyes were heavy and his breathing steady and calm. He’d stripped his outer clothing off so that he was clad only in his tunic. He lay on his side, one leg slightly bent at the knee and tucked beneath his out stretched leg. His arms rested against his chest with his hands folded beneath his head. His long hair, undone, had been lifted up and spread out over the pillow and mattress. The woolen blanket was turned down with one corner folded neatly at his back, leaving his body exposed. A fire burned in the hearth, casting the room in a smouldering warmth. It was comfortable but also made it just a bit too warm for the blanket.

Alexander wasn’t used to living in such lavish comfort but he was enjoying every moment of it. The only problem that he foresaw now was the fact that his bed felt much too large for him. It was lacking the warmth of another person. He’d stopped sleeping with his grandmother when he was twelve. But she’d always been in the room with him. He would fall asleep to the sounds of her breathing and he would awake the next morning knowing that she was there. But, the companionship of his grandmother was different from the companionship he now sought from Christian. It had never even occurred to him before that he would ever take a lover, but now that it had become a real possibility, he couldn’t imagine living any other way.

As the horned God, Reeyr, so elegantly taught the people, “Be ye united unto each other, and seek out unity when there is none, for united lovers stand stronger together.”

Alexander never quite understood that commandment until he’d met Christian but now it was made perfectly clear to him. The purpose of life was to find a partner with whom you could share the most intimate parts of yourself. It was sound advice and after all, who was Alexander to question the wisdom of a God?

Alexander smiled as he watched the dancing flames of the fire. It occurred to him then that the fire before him burned as hot as the fires of his heart. Christian was one that who had lit that fire, and it burned on within Alexander. With Christian at his side Alexander was stronger. He could face an uncertain future with his head held high and and without fear in his heart for the first time in months. With Christian, anything was possible. He closed his eyes finally and allowed sleep to take him. In the morning he would awake anew, and be ready to face his future with a new found strength.

“Embrace who you are, Alexander. And never fear the man you were meant to be.” Those were the last words his grandmother had spoken to him and suddenly their meaning seemed so very clear to him. Christian’s love had ignited more than just his heart. There was a fire which burned deep within him. A fire that until now he had tried so desperately to put out. His grandmother’s words had urged him to embrace that fire and to accept it as a part of himself. Until now, he hadn’t had the strength. Until now, he was terrified of what it would mean. But now, with Christian in his life, he was ready to let that fire burn on. It was part of who he was and after all, how could he expect to be accepted by others, if he couldn’t even accept himself?

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All of his life, Christian had believed his father to be a fair and just ruler. He thought his father wise and never before had he questioned him. But now, it seemed that he had placed his faith in a man who was not worthy. How could he be when he was so ready to extinguish a life so precious?

Christian stood in the doorway watching Alexander sleep and he knew that he would always protect him. Even if it meant sacrificing his own life for Alexander’s. That’s what love was wasn’t it? Sacrifice, devotion, and unbridled compassion. Christian felt all that and more. Alexander was a part of him. He felt it, deep in his soul. He could no more part with him than he could his own heart. Not if he planned to survive.

As he walked into the room, dimly lit by the fire, he felt a strange pull towards Alexander, and so he allowed himself to be drawn in, like a moth to a candles flame. He looked over Alexander’s sleeping form and a new sensation gripped him. Even as his eyes drifted over his exposed flesh, Christian longed to reach out and touch him. He wanted to slide his hand beneath the tunic and touch his belly as he slept. He wanted to kiss the insides of his thighs and rest his head between them. He wanted to take him into his mouth and taste that sweet nectar.

Christian’s body was suddenly alive with desire as he realized that he wanted to devour every inch of him. He wanted to press their naked bodies together, and wake Alexander with his kisses, but there was no time for that now. They had to flee before the guards arrived and so he had to suppress his desires for the time being, and concentrate on the situation at hand.

Christian touched the side of Alexander naked hip, trailing his fingers along it until Alexander opened his eyes and groggily Beylikdüzü escort looked up. “Wha…what’s going on?” Alexander yawned. “Is it morning?”

“No.” Christian whispered. “It’s not morning but you have to get up.”

Alexander blinked, confused. “Has something happened?”

Christian nodded. “Yes, now wake up and get dressed.”

Alexander sat up on the side of the bed, his legs folded beneath him. He was still partially asleep as Christian started handing him his clothes.

“Be quick.” Christian told him. “We haven’t much time.”

As Alexander became more aware of himself a panic suddenly gripped him. “Christian, please. What’s going on?”

“I don’t have time to explain.” Christian said, growing a bit agitated. “Just please get dressed, we have to go.”

Alexander nodded and quickly began to dress himself.

“Gather your things. My horse is waiting out back.”

“Will you tell me what’s happening?” Alexander touched Christian’s arms and looked up into his eyes. He saw real fear in them and Alexander’s heart began to race.

“The palace guards are coming for you.” Christian told him. “If they find you, it will mean death.”

Alexander was dumbstruck. Suddenly his mind was ablaze with so many questions. Why him? What had he done? But Christian silenced him, insisting that they had to hurry and once they were safe, he would answer all his questions.

Alexander did as he was told and within minutes they were ready to leave. Christian led him down the stairs and out the back through the kitchen. Mrs. McGowan was waiting there for them. She hugged Alexander and bid them each a safe journey. Christian thanked her and then quickly ushered Alexander out the door to where the horse was waiting.

Alexander’s heart was pounding nervously. His hands were shaking and he was close to tears. “Where are we going?” He asked, once they were outside.

“I have to get you out of the city.” Christian told him. “After that, I’ll find some lodging for you. Some place that’s safe.”

“Will you stay with me?” Alexander asked him.

Christian watched him closely. He hated that he had caused the boy so much pain. In truth, he had no idea what he was going to do. There hadn’t been enough time to think things through or to form a plan, but he could see the fear in Alexander’s eyes and he knew that he couldn’t leave him alone, and so he nodded. “I will stay with you until I figure out what to do. But do not fear, I will protect you.”

“Why is this happening?”

“Shh, my love.” Christian touched the side of Alexander’s face and forced a smile. “There’s time for that later.” He helped Alexander onto the horse when actually he needed little help. Alexander was light and quick and seemed perfectly at east on the horse. He held the girdle as he waited for Christian to take up the reins. Once Christian was situated on the horse, Alexander wrapped his arms about Christian’s waist then rested his head against his back. In no time at all they were galloping through the field with the city of Avimur at their backs.

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After riding for what seemed like hours Alexander began to grow tired. “We have to stop someplace Christian.” He said. “I don’t think I can go on for much longer.”

“We have to keep moving.” Christian told him. “They’ll be able to track us. We have to put as much distance between them and us as we can.”

“But why?” Alexander was becoming flustered. “Why do they pursue us? Christian you have to tell me what’s going on. This makes no sense to me.”

“Once I know we’re in the clear I will…”

“No, now!” Christian was thrown off guard by Alexander’s sudden outburst. “You will stop this animal right now and tell me what is going on or I’ll…I’ll…I’ll jump off!”

Christian laughed. “Don’t be absurd. You could be killed.”

“I assure you I will not. Now stop!”

Christian sighed. “Alright, but not out here in the open. We’ll reach the mountains in about ten minutes. There’s an old masonry that hasn’t been in use in years. We can rest there for a short while.”

Alexander agreed. He could hold out for another ten minutes if it meant they would soon be able to rest. His entire body ached and his arms were growing weak, not to mention his ass felt as if he’d been beat with a bag of rocks.

Alexander sighed with relief when the old stone structure came into view. Christian slowed the horse and they eased their way up to the building. Christian glanced around to make sure they were alone then he led the horse into a small shed and dismounted. He turned to help Alexander off but he’d already jumped down on his own and was leaning forward, stretching his back and legs. “Thank the Gods.” Alexander breathed a breath of relief. “Another mile and I’m certain my…” He glanced at Christian and blushed. “Never mind.”

Christian smirked. “Don’t worry.” He laughed. “I was thinking the same.”

Christian took Alexander by the hand and led him into the masonry. It was a mess, with broken furniture Beylikdüzü escort strewn about. Half of the roof had caved in years ago and a thick layer of hay, straw, leaves, and other debris coated the floor. Christian found an upturned bench and sat it upright so that he and Alexander could sit.

Once seated, Alexander had time to really consider the position they were in. For the first time since they’d left the boarding house he was able to clear his mind. That was when he noticed the clothing that Christian wore. He wasn’t dressed in the usual brown leather doublet that he normally sported, nor the riding breeches Alexander had seen him in previously. His attire was now, over all, more impressive. Alexander sighed as he looked at Christian. “Who are you?” He asked him finally. “Who are you really? Why are men from the palace after us?”

Christian hesitated as he thought of what to say. He nervously ran his hand through his hair and sighed. “Alexander, what you have to first understand is…”

“The truth.” Alexander narrowed his eyes. “You owe me that at least. Why would the palace guards be hunting me?”

Christian took a long, deep, breath as he looked at the ground. Finally, he spoke. “My father sent them.”

“Your father?” Alexander shook his head. “I don’t understand. Why would your father…” He stopped suddenly, his eyes going wide as it all became clear to him. “Dear Gods.” He whispered. “You’re…”

“The Prince.” Christian told him, confirming his suspicions. “I’m the Prince of Avimur. King Guillame is my father.”

“A Prince.” Alexander stood up and walked a few feet away, standing beside a window he looked out over the country side. The lush green field that spanned out before them was riddled with rocks and tall boulders. A small grove of trees sat alone among the massive stones and yet, they thrived. Growing tall, strong, and unwavering in the harsh winds that the Eerie mountains were known for. Alexander wrapped his arms around his body and hugged himself tight. Tears sprang to his eyes as his mind began to race. He was a mess of mixed emotions but as he stood there, his heart heavy, he suddenly felt a deep anger grip him and he spun around and glared at Christian. “And you didn’t think till now to tell me this?” He yelled.

Christian shook his head. “I was going to tell you, eventually. I wanted to get to know you as myself. I wanted you to love me for who I was and not for what I was.”

“Do you think so little of me?” Alexander narrowed his eyes. “Do you think I care about money, or titles, or status?”

“No, I don’t.” Christian stood and walked to him. He stood behind Alexander and placed his hands on the boys hips as he pulled him to him. “But I was worried. I thought if you knew the truth,” He sighed as he kissed Alexanders hair. “I feared that had you known the truth, you would have rejected me.”

Alexander closed his eyes and leaned against Christian. He loved the way that Christian held him. He loved the feel of his hands touching his hips and the feel of Christian’s face pressed against his hair as he kissed him. Alexander had been so happy when he’d first met Christian. That thought had often crossed his mind that Christian was a noble and he greatly outclassed Alexander but none of that seemed to matter to him then. Now that he knew Christian was royalty did it change things? Of course it didn’t change the way he felt about him. Alexander was in love with him and that would never change but the revelation that Christian was a Prince had changed quite a few things.

He wasn’t just a Prince, he was the next in line to be King. It made perfect sense to him now why the King would want Alexander eliminated. No matter what Christian and Alexander felt for each other they couldn’t be together. It just wasn’t possible. The King would never allow his son to marry a commoner let alone a man. Such a thing was just unheard of. Suddenly the entire situation seemed hopeless.

Alexander sighed. “Your fears have merit.” He said. His voice sounding flat and thick with sadness. “If I had known the truth I doubt that I would have allowed our relationship to progress the way it had.”

“And now?” Christian tightened his grip on Alexander as though he feared any minute the boy would disappear.

“I don’t know.” Alexander felt his tears rushing down his face now in a flood of despair and uncertainty. “I love you with all my heart but this changes things.”

“It changes nothing!” Christian cried out. He turned Alexander so that they were facing one another. “My feelings for you are as strong as ever and I do not intend to let you go. Alexander, I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

“As what?” Alexander twisted his face into an ugly expression of rage and pain. “As your whore? Your male mistress? Do you think I would lower myself to such a standard?”

“Certainly not, and that was not what I had in mind at all.” Alexander’s word stung but Christian tried not to show his pain. The last thing he wanted to do was further anger his lover.

“Then Escort Beylikdüzü what, Christian? What role could I possibly have in your life? That is assuming your father doesn’t impale my head on a spike. I suppose I could be your cup bearer, or perhaps work in the larder. I know, I could spend my days slopping the hogs and shoveling shit! When you felt the urge you could come and take me, lay me down among the pigs and mud and have your way with me, then return to the palace when you’ve had your fill and laugh with the other gentry about how you went slumming with a field hand!”

Christian was angry suddenly. “Stop this!” He shook the boy. “The only role in my life fit for you is that of my husband! Alexander, I plan to marry you and you will rule at my side as my Prince!”

Alexander gasped as he stared at Christian in total disbelief. “You really have lost your mind! Do you hear yourself? What you’re saying is not possible. Me, a Prince? And…your husband.” Alexander shook his head as he pulled away from Christian’s grasp. “It’s not only impossible, Christian it’s…it’s…”

“It’s not forbidden.” Christian told him. “Maybe in the eyes of my father, but he’s just one man. As far as the laws of this land there is no rule against it.”

“And what about in the eyes of the creator and eternal spirit? Christian, I will not go against my faith.”

“And I would never ask that of you.” Christian placed his hand on Alexander’s shoulder. “The divine scripture speaks of unity and love but never once does it say that that love is restricted to a man and a woman.”

“But the scripture also says that within each union we are to bear the fruit of our love. Would it not be a sin to enter into such a sacred covenant as marriage knowing full well that that could never happen?”

Christian shrugged. “Is it a sin for a man and women to wed when the woman’s womb is barren? I once heard of a wedding that took place between a servant girl and a eunuch. I’m quite certain that their union produced no children.”

“True.” Alexander nodded. “But you’re the heir to the throne. The people, your family, the entire Kingdom expects you to provide an heir of your own.”

“We can worry about that particular issue when we come to it. If nothing else, when my brother Leland comes of age I will step down and allow him to take the throne in my place.”

“No, I could never ask that of you. You’re the rightful heir. It’s your birthright.”

“Do you think I care about any of that? Alexander I would give up all that I have, all that I am, just to be with you. I would live the rest of my life in poverty and still be the wealthiest man in the world as long as I had your love.”

“And you will always have my love.” Alexander placed his hand over Christians heart. “But I can not marry you. As much as I love you, I have to think about what’s best for your people and for the Kingdom. Christian, you are the King that they need. If I asked you to give that all up for me…” He shook his head. “I can’t be selfish. A monarch belongs to the people and as much as I want to be with you, we have to put the well-being of others before ourselves.”

Christian sat down on the bench once more and hung his head low. “It’s a shame.” He whispered softly. “You have the heart of a great ruler, Alexander. More noble and caring than any man I’ve encountered the whole of my life. I would be so proud to have you stand at my side as my husband, and I know my people would love you as I love you.”

“And I would love nothing more then to be your husband.” Alexander sat down on the bench beside Christian and rested his head on his shoulder. “But Christian, there are things you do not know about me. My past, my family…I’m not suited for royalty. You deserve more than what I can offer.”

“I don’t care about your past.” Christian stroked his hair lovingly. “All that matters is the future that we can build together. Please reconsider. There is no one in this world that I want more than you.”

Alexander yawned as he closed his eyes. Christian wrapped his arms around him and held him close. “If things were different,” Alexander said with a heavy sigh. “I would gladly be your Prince. But you deserve to marry someone who is worthy of the crown. Unfortunately, that person is not me.”

“You’re wrong.” Christian whispered. He watched as Alexander fell asleep in his arms. “You are worth more than you realize.”

________________________________________________________

Christian found a soft pile of hay and straw that was free of nails, or wood, or broken stone and he picked Alexander up and laid him down against the straw. Christian was growing weary as well but he couldn’t allow himself to fall asleep. They could be found at any moment and then what? Though he really didn’t want to harm any of the King’s guards, Christian was none the less prepared to fight, and die if necessary, to protect Alexander.

The first of the three suns had began to rise in the east. The sky lit up with a blue and orange hue that kissed the mountain peeks. Down below them in the city the world was still dark and everywhere people were gripped against the comforting breast of sleep. Christian removed his cloak and spread it out across Alexander’s sleeping body then he stepped outside and greeted the morning.

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“You did WHAT?” screamed Jessica staring at Steve in horror

“There’s no harm in it”

“NO harm? You’ve shown my body off on the internet and you say there ‘s no harm? suppose someone we know sees them, the one of me in a dress in front of the fire OK, but the others?.”

“I’m proud of your body, I WANT other guys to be jealous of me.”

“Yeah, but all this wanting me to act as a slut, asking guys to write fantasies of me being a slut, just suppose I did act in real life as a slut, suppose I came on to a guy and asked him to fuck me, asked him to shoot all over my face. Imagine Steve in REAL LIFE how would you feel then?”

Steve knew exactly how he would feel and if Jessica had looked below the waist she would have been left in no doubt how he would feel.

“Look Jessica, there’s no real harm done, not many will have seen your photos yet and they are only in one club, its not very likely that anyone we know will see them…and if they do its not likely to be anyone who is narrow minded, tell you what if you still feel the same way at the weekend I’ll take them out, how’s that.”

“Well OK…provided…”

“Provided?”

“You take me out for a slap up meal tonight, I deserve it I’m not cooking so its that or starve”

“You get dressed I’ll book us a table”

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A couple of hours later Jessica & Steve were coming to the end of a magnificent meal, the combination of good service, good food and one or two drinks too many had served to mellow Jessica.

“So Steve, has anyone written any stories about me yet?”

“I haven’t had a complete story yet but an English guy got in touch wanting to know more about you so he could get started, He sent me a few other stories he has written, they aren’t bad.”

“Really, tell me”

“Well there’s one, I’m not sure if its true or not but he says there are photos to go with it, its about the night he and his partner Karen go out with another couple and he persuades her to get up on stage in a pub and basically strip off in front of everyone.

“What just like that.”

“Well it began as a Miss G String competition but he goaded her to flash more and more to be sure of winning, you have to read it.”

“I will… so what do you think this English guy has in mind for me?”

“No idea but he said he was working on it now and using your photos as inspiration.”

“So while we are sitting here talking he is busy gazing at me holding my pussy open and writing out how I became a slut for you”

“I suppose so yeah.”

“So what else did you tell him about me?”

“Not much really, he wanted your name…I called you Jessica… age height weight that sort of thing.”

“Mmmmmmm” Jessica played with the stem of her glass “He didn’t want more photos of me then.”

“Never asked”

“So you weren’t tempted to send one of me sucking you or any of the other strong ones”

“No”

“Ill be interested to see what he comes up with…Now are you going to take me dancing?”

20 minutes later they were in a bar, the sort where folk go to let their hair down, at one end a dj was playing his music beside a small dance area, at the opposite end was a pool table. Most of the girls were dancing while the guys played pool.

“You never answered my question earlier ” she said

“Which question?”

“The one I asked when I discovered about the photos ” she went on to repeat it word for word “Yeah, but all this wanting me to act as a slut, asking guys to write fantasies of me being a slut, just suppose I did act in real life as a slut, Beylikdüzü escort suppose I came on to a guy and asked him to fuck me, asked him to shoot all over my face. Imagine Steve in REAL LIFE how would you feel then?”

Steve stared astonished that she had remembered EXACTLY what she had asked “The truth?”

“The truth ” she confirmed

“It would turn me on, just the thought of some guy holding you and kissing you, gives me a hard on never mind fucking you and covering you in spunk”

“Are you sure, you sure you wouldn’t hold it against me the next day?”

“Quite sure ” said Steve not sure where this was taking them

“Stay there, I’m going to watch some pool.”

With that she strolled away her hips swaying sensually as she walked.

Reaching the pool area Steve still had a perfect view of her, she hoisted herself onto a high stool and crossed her legs, her thighs coming more into view.

There was a doubles game going on with about three young healthy looking guys watching, more than one player ruined his shot watching her legs as she swayed her ankles to the music from the far end of the bar

The game ended and Steve saw her say something to the winners. One nodded and the other handed her his pool cue. She jumped off the stool and straightened her skirt.

She played first,her shot destroying the triangular pattern but without scoring. The next guy played and potted two then it was Jessica’s turn again.

The cue ball was in the middle of the table presenting a problem for Jessica standing only 5’4″, She solved it by placing a chair behind her and kneeling over the edge of the table to take her shot, Steve noticed her skirt riding up to reveal her thighs up to the cheeks of her bum.

Steve wasnt alone in noticing, every guy around the table found a reason to move around to get a better view. If Steve hadnt seen her dressing and seen her slip into the tiny thong he would have thought she was wearing no underwear, the thought clearly occured to others. One guy moved to help her down and she jumped into his arms, as she slipped to the ground her dress rose up revealing that she was after all wearing a skimpy piece of material, it was revealed,that is, to anyone immediately behind her and to her catchers thighs, everyone around her got a side view which still left them thinking that she had no underwear on, she stayed a little longer in the guys arms than steve had expected from his wife who was usually shy with strangers. they were clearly talking and she nodded, whispered something in his ear and kissed him lightly on the lips.

Suddenly she was walking towards Steve having handed the cue to another guy to take her next play. Well if that little show was going to satisfy his need for her to act the slut she was going to be disappointed he thought.

She didnt actually come up to him, just gestured with her eyes and veered off to the left and into the ladies. He waited near the door. In two minutes she was back “Well Steve are you STILL sure you want your wife to be a slut.”

“Still sure ” He nodded

“No matter HOW sluttish you wont hold it against me?”

Again he nodded

“OK” she sighed “you asked for it”, as she spoke she pressed a small ball of material into his hand and walked back towards the table

He opened his hand, her thong still warm and damp lay in the palm.

Before she reached the table the guy who had caught her walked in her direction, she stopped held out her hand and the two of them set off for the far end of the room and the disco where there were many more people and much Beylikdüzü escort dimmer lights.

They fought their way onto the crowded dance floor and began swaying to the beat, It was so busy that they were pressed tightly together, not a fact that’s seemed to worry either of them much.

His arm kept going to her waist as he leant to say something or to hear her reply, then Steve noticed it was on her hip, seconds later it was on the curve of her bottom. Her bottom which was covered only with the material of her short dress

Steve had been so engrossed with watching the guys hand on his wife that it took a moment or two to realise that Jessica’s hand had been even more adventurous. As he watched he saw that the hand concealed from him was stroking the guys thigh as they tried to dance in the crowd. He stared,he could have sworn that a finger tip grazed over the crotch for a second or two.

After a couple of songs they gave up the effort, they walked to the bar where the guy bought them both a drink before guiding her to an alcove well away from the main throng

The alcove contained a table and a small double seat, It was really designed for one plum p person, when they were both sitting in it their bodies were pressed tight together.

Which apparently was why they had chosen it for, as Steve watched they turned their faces together and began kissing, Jessica was facing Steve and her eyes opened in a questioning sort of way, steve grinned and nodded. Jessica’s eyes closed and her mouth opened wide to receive the guys tongue,

In a few seconds the guys hand moved to her right tit, it paused giving her a chance to object, when no objection came a finger slipped down the top of the strapless dress clearly stimulating a nipple.

Jessica’s left hand was on the guys lap and as Steve watched he could see the fingers squeezing as they followed the outline of his growing cock

The top of her dress had now slipped and the mans hand was clearly visible squeezing her breast. She made no attempt to cover herself. Instead her fingers moved to the top of his zip and began sliding it down, then her hand slipped inside and Steve could see the shape of her hand playing with this strangers cock in a way he knew only too well.

He stopped kissing and whispered something in her ear, She nodded enthusiastically and they stood up brushing past Steve as they walked towards the car park, this time with their arms around each other.

Steve paused a moment or two before going out after them, it took a couple of seconds for his eyes to adjust to the dark

He found them just beside his car. The guys shirt was hanging off the aerial and his white skin stood out which helped, for otherwise Steve would have missed the fact that his trousers were around his ankles and Jessica was kneeling in front of him with his cock deep in her mouth.

She was staying quite still and letting the guy fuck her mouth. with steve she preferred to do the moving but she must have sensed that the guy wouldnt last long and decided to get the first climax out of the way quickly. Steve knew that her tongue would be working overtime in stimulating every nerve in his dick

Sure enough he quickly gave out a groan and she held his ass tight to her as she gulped it down the back of her throat. As he pulled away Steve thought that was it, boy was he wrong. His shy timid wife made him lean against the car as she slowly…oh so slowly went into a strip tease for him. Taking an age in removing the chain around her waist before placing it around his neck.

Slowly she slipped the top Escort Beylikdüzü of her dress down slowly revealing her hard nipples and perfectly formed breasts, unusually large for an asian

As the dress reached her waist she stood a little on tip toe to tug it over her hips and suddenly other than ankle boots Jessica was naked in the middle of a car park with a total stranger. A stranger who suddenly had his second erection of the last 20 minutes

Jessica turned and bending at the waist put her hand s on the car to steady herself.The guy needed no 2nd invitation. In a second his stiff cock had rammed its way deep inside her hot tight pussy.

Instantly she screamed whether because of his size or the sheer eroticism of the situation Steve didn’t know..or care his cock was urgently in need of attention itself.

“Fuck me, Fuck my cunt ” she yelled “Cum deep inside me.”

That was something that hadn’t occurred to Steve the guy was wearing no protection, clearly a true slut didn’t give a shit!!

The guy rammed hard and deep inside her. Steve had come and was getting hard again by the time the guy shot his load deep inside her.

They paused for a minute then she whispered in his ear, he looked at her, she nodded and held four fingers up, she nodded again emphatically this time FOUR

The guy pulled his trousers up and threw on his shirt and ambled back to the bar Steve began making his way towards her She stopped him “I thought you wanted a slut, not someone who has a quicky in a car park, hell I do that every time I go out with the girls if that’s all you want!!!”

Steve stared in amazement, she had never hinted at anything like that.

Just as he got back to his observation point the guy returned with four of his friends from the pool table. Jessica stood out in the open to meet them and so that they could all see her naked.

This time she stayed in the open. “Ok guys lets see what I am going to get ” she parted her thighs and thrust a hand between them to start playing with herself as five zips were lowered and five cocks emerged, four were hard and the guy who had come twice was well on the way.

Marie examined them all and selecting the hardest she got him to lie on his back, She crouched over him and reached behind to open her ass and slowly sat on him, once he was impaled then she leant back and pointed to another, he came and knelt between her thighs and slid his cock into her hot sticky and leaking pussy.

Two of the other guys she got either side of her and placed a hand around each cock, her friend from earlier took the only remaining position at her head and surrendered his cock to the tender mercies of her mouth for the second time tonight

Steve was hard yet again as he watched Jessica disappear in the mass of male flesh, she became a fuck machine, virtually unable to move just allowing her body to be used as these guys used her to wank onto and into

One of the guys in her hand came first shooting over her tits and neck that set the other one away with a spray over her stomach and tits By the way she was bouncing between the guy in her ass and the one in her pussy it was difficult to tell which of them came next but the last was the original guy, she pulled him out at the instant that he came and allowed him to shoot in her hair eyes nose and mouth.

Slowly they all pulled apart and almost sheepishly they disappeared back into the bar leaving her lying there.

Steve hurried over, “Still like me being a slut?” she said then ” Oh I can see you do..good cos I’ve promised to come back next week, there’s a pool competition, three times the number of guys”

She climbed into the car naked

Steve offered her a tissue to wipe herself, she refused ” I thought you might like to photograph me like this to send to your friend in England to inspire him with his story.”

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My 50th story on Literotica. Thanks everyone for your support!

*****

“I met you in the dark, you lit me up

You made me feel as though, I was enough”

“And what happens when you cry in front of the Hamad family?” The psychiatrist asked me.

Mr. Hamad had filled him in on the situation with my parents. He asked all about my childhood, my family, my dad. I kept waiting for him to judge me or tell me what to do to feel better, but he didn’t. He just listened, a lot.

“I keep crying around them. I feel like all I do is bring them my problems,” I’d said.

“You keep bringing up crying. What’s so bad about crying? Do you feel that’s something you shouldn’t do?” He’d asked.

“I’m not a crybaby. I haven’t done that since I was a little kid, but I keep crying with the Hamad family,” I’d told him.

“What did your birth family do when you cried? How did they react?” He’d asked.

“Told me to stop, said boys don’t do that. My dad would either get mad at me or make fun of me… call me a baby or something… We didn’t do that stuff,” I’d said.

“How did that make you feel?” He’d asked.

“Bad, you know… I was always weird to them. like…” I trailed off trying to think.

“Like you didn’t belong with them?” He suggested.

“Yeah… I’d go hide in my closet and get it together…” I went silent and stared out his window. His office overlooked the ocean. It wasn’t an ocean though. Amir had corrected me on that this morning when he drove me along the coast to see the doctor.

“It’s so beautiful. What ocean is it?” I asked.

“It’s a gulf, Kasper. The Gulf of Arabia… Persian Gulf is what Americans call it. You can’t see it from this far away, but that’s Iran on the other side.” He pointed off in the blue horizon.

“So where’s Persian?” I asked. He laughed.

“Persian is a people. Iran is the country. We’ve gone on vacation there, to Kish. It’s an island, nice beaches… Didn’t you learn geography in school?” He asked and put his hand on my leg.

“Kasper!” The psychiatrist said and woke me out of my recollection.

“Sorry… what, sir?” I asked.

“I asked what happens when you cry in front of the Hamad family. What do they do?” he asked me and wrote something in his notes.

“They hug me… try to cheer me up… tell me it’s ok to cry… tell me they’ll be there for me,” I answered and shifted in the oversized chair with high arms and a pinstriped design.

“How does that feel to you?” he asked.

“Safe… They don’t have any hate in them. They let me be myself and not so hard all the time… Like they really care about me… Almost like I’m their youngest child… I don’t know why. I don’t get why they want to deal with my messes. Everything I do just causes problems for them and…” I started to elaborate, but he put a hand up.

“Let’s back up. Your first feeling was ‘safe.’ Can you sit with that for a moment? You feel safe with them. You have food, a bed, and people who care about you.” he said. I thought about that.

“Safe. you’re right. I belong with them. They make me feel like I can just be a kid, do stupid stuff I never got to do when I was young. It was kind of weird at first, but I should just go with it, right? Just enjoy being their child. Just have fun and be a good boy for them,” I nodded happily.

“Hang on, Kasper. That’s a pretty big leap you are making there. Let’s just wrap up today with the thought that you are safe. You have time to figure things out and people who will support you while you do it. You’re in a safe space.” He said and stood. I guessed our hour was up.

He went over to open the door to his office and I heard Amir jump up. I walked over to leave.

“Is he going to be ok?” Amir asked the doctor as he came into the office with a worried tone as though I’d just gone through surgery. He reached for me and pulled me against his chest.

“With support and understanding from a good family like yours, he will be fine once he works through the pain, is allowed to process it with understanding people there to see him through it. He might be extra sleepy sometimes or hyper at other times. It’s a coaster,” the doctor answered.

Amir kissed my cheek and rubbed my back, pushing me into his hold. I put my nose in the crook of his neck and smelled his cologne.

“He will have whatever he needs! I’ll make sure he has no worries or troubles. I’ll be his protector.” Amir turned to look at me. “You can cry or yell or whatever you need, Kasper. We’re all here for you. We’ll help you.”

“I know your family will be the best thing for him,” the doctor agreed.

“He just looks so… when I saw him on the jet when they got here from Durban. He looked so helpless, so small and fragile. I can’t imagine what he went through… what he’s going through. How could someone do that to their own kid? It just makes me want to protect him from everything, hold him and never let go,” Amir confessed.

“Not everyone Beylikdüzü escort has parents like yours who are so understanding, but he is stronger than you think. He will be ok. He’s going through loss. Being there for him and letting him express what he’s feeling when he is ready to share is important. He might just want you to hold him and say nothing at all. And please remember when you speak that you’re speaking about the people who gave him life, the only family he’s known,” the doctor said. Amir nodded.

“Yes… ok. I can do that.” Amir gave me another squeeze and put his nose in my hair.

“I’ll follow up with your father… There’s no easy way through grief. He needs his time to mourn, process, understand why this happened. Be patient with him,” the doctor assured and walked us out. He gave me a hug and said we’d see each other again soon.

+++

After that, I went to run some errands with Amir. His sports car was so futuristic. Everything was touchscreen and voice automated. The computer reminded him of events he had coming up and warned him when there was traffic ahead.

He took me to his university. It was a sprawling campus of glass buildings and green lawns with high palm trees, an oasis in the desert landscape. We went through security gates where a guard took a look at him and waved us through. He had his own special part of the parking garage that had a gate that opened when his car got close to it. It had wide spots and was completely underground, cool like a cave.

“So this is where the royalty parks?” I asked with a laugh. Amir seemed embarrassed by their position sometimes, but he’d gone through his daily routine too many times to have thought about this perk. He put his car in park and ignored my joke, wanting a kiss instead.

“C’mon, we have to drop off some paperwork. Dad… the one you know as Emerson… Should I say White dad and Arab dad? Is that racist? I just call Emerson ‘Dad’ and Ali ‘Father.'” Amir got off track in his thoughts.

“I picked up on that. Dad and father. I think of them as Emerson and Mr. Hamad since your brother is also named Ali,” I said.

“Ali Raza is my brother’s name,” Amir corrected.

“Anyways! Dad’s fundraiser for scholarships was better than he projected. We are able to bring in 35 students from developing countries. So this is some paperwork on the 10 students my parents recommended. They went through over 200 applicants! The other 25 students will get picked by committee from the other 900 students who applied!” Amir said. “So yes, this is where we park.”

“Scholarships? Wow that’s really cool. My brothers all got them for academics and sports, but I’m not really good at anything they give money for.” I laughed.

“That’s not true. Once you start to believe in yourself, you’ll find all sorts of things you care about. If you want to take a class or two, we’ll support you,” Ali said and took my hand. He put his leather work case over his shoulder and we headed out of the garage. It was a million degrees outside, but he quickly led me into a building and through the air conditioned corridors that connected everything on the campus.

“This is my workspace. I share it with Ali, but he never uses it. He likes the student commons,” Amir said when he took me to a small office in the corner of a large open room filled with students at various work stations. He had a private area with corner windows overlooking the mountains on one side and water on the other. He set his bag on the desk that had shelves above it with pictures of his family and little mementos from his travels.

I was amazed that he’d held my hand the whole time we’d walked from the car. He’d said hi to people he knew and even stopped to chat for a minute with one of his professors. He introduced me as “my boy, Kasper.” The whole time he kept his hold on me proudly and no one batted an eye. It apparently wasn’t strange here to have a blonde boy in tow. I sat in his leather swivel-chair while he sorted out his papers.

“So what’s the deal here?” I asked. “It’s like is everyone here into guys? How does that work?”

Amir laughed at that, “Everyone is into whatever they’re into. I don’t ask. That would be weird.”

“But the lion thing? What’s that about? You call me your cub sometimes. Does everyone have a cub? Are cubs what they call smaller guys?” I prodded.

“No one knows for sure about that,” Amir said and leaned against his desk. “My History professor said it goes back to the time of the crusades. This part of the world was an Eastern center of culture. Back when Europeans were still in little tribes and the Americas belonged to just the Americans.”

“I’m an American,” I informed him.

“You’re a European-U.S.-American. I meant the indigenous people… Satra was already a developed state ruled by powerful tribal leaders. Our terrain offered natural defenses and we didn’t have the eye of the Western world on us. The European armies never made it over this far, but Beylikdüzü escort occasionally we’d get a fighter or small band who had wandered off or gotten separated. They’d spend weeks lost in the desert and either find Satra or one of our traveling merchants would collect them. They were fair, light-haired men with skin blistered by the sun. Their spirits broken by the desolate terrain, they were quite receptive to our stronger men. They fell in love, especially the ones who’d been rescued.” Amir continued.

I looked up at him with rapt attention as he leaned against his desk. I rolled closer to him and put my face against his abs. He smiled at me and put his hand on my hair. Emerson had put it up in a neat little bun. He liked it out of my face. Amir smoothed it back.

Emerson had picked out a pink short-sleeved button up shirt tucked into small khaki shorts and white skater shoes. I looked like a kid on Easter morning ready to go hunt eggs after church. I didn’t mind though. I pretended like I needed his help. Emerson said he loved having a boy to dress again. It made him happy which made Mr. Hamad very happy. With him pleased, it meant I brought good things to their family. I wanted to be accepted, be one of them.

It also made Amir happy that his parents adored me; an added bonus. I fit into his world. I would be good for his future aspirations of managing the family’s businesses.

“Our men would nurse them back to health and most begged to stay. Our people were advanced and our city had wide clean streets, running water from pristine wells, and beautiful gardens. It was heaven compared to the disease-ridden villages and squalid fiefdoms to which the men were accustomed. Europe was always at war and in chaos. They developed… well, what you and I are developing. The lion is a symbol of our people, like the Eagle to yours. The European men were not of our people, but they were granted rights when sponsored by a Satra citizen,a lion. The sponsoring citizens, their lovers, were responsible for them… they were like cubs.” Amir concluded.

“Strangely that makes sense,” I laughed. “So I’m your wandering warrior?”

“You never have to wander with me… never have to fight. I will be your protector,” Amir said gently. He leaned down and kissed my head. I stood up and moved between his legs. He put his arms around me and pulled me in for a kiss. We fit so perfectly together, a two-piece puzzle.

“Are you going to fuck me?” I whispered when his lips pulled away. I bit my lip and tried to give him the most innocent eyes I could fake. It worked. He gave me that look like he’d agree to anything, but then quickly shook off my spell.

“Your eyes are hard to say no to. You look like a Japanese cartoon of what a twink should be, but there are cameras up there and there.” He pointed to two small circles in the ceiling. “We had some trouble with equipment missing so the university put them in.”

“We’ve done it in front of cameras before,” I reminded him of our nearly naked time in front of the show crew and cameras.

“Yes, and after that my father sent me to another continent! I ruined Africa. If we mess up Asia, where would I go?” Amir laughed. He pet my hair and nibbled on my ear while our hard bulges rubbed against each other. This was all I’d get for right now. I guess it would have to do.

He pushed away from me then and grabbed the paperwork he needed to turn in for his fathers.

“Come, Kasper. Before we get into trouble and make these poor students have to wait for their acceptance letters. Let’s go,” he said. He didn’t want to leave anymore than I did, but he made a good point. We needed to be more discreet about the physical side of our love. His parents still saw him as their sweet, impressionable child. They weren’t ready for him to be a lion just yet.

He took me to a top floor office that had a picture of his family along with five others. He pointed out their pictures and told me about them and what they did. His family did the most for education, but each family held their own causes important to growing the kingdom

and investing in her people. I wondered if there was a king. He handed the papers to a secretary and laid out specific instructions for each one. She nodded and seemed to know what to do.

We went to the student center next. It was brand new and looked like a futuristic resort. There was a rock climbing wall in the center that went up three stories. A muscled Korean guy gave a nod and wink to Amir as he made his ascent. Amir waved, but pulled me on without saying anything. Around the giant rock was a large bookstore and a few restaurants and shops.

Amir was telling me about the construction of the new student center. They’d just opened it last fall and his father had financed it. He was pointing out the different shops they’d brought in from Europe, a lot of stuff from the UK, when we rounded a corner and I got the surprise of my week.

“Holy Shop!” I said and grabbed his arm Escort Beylikdüzü excitedly. “They have Busy Burger! Oh My God! They have the BEST french fries in LA! We have to get some.”

“Oh, it’s… yeah we wanted something from LA, but the healthier options weren’t interested in opening an outlet here. We really don’t eat that kind of stuff. It’s so unhealthy,” Amir droned on.

“No! It’s the best. I have my punchcard! One more Busy Burger and I get a free shake! They’re so good! We have to get one. I have cash.” I fumbled for my wallet to show him.

“I’ll buy you a shake if you want. Maybe we can split one and then hit the gym when we get home,” Amir offered. He was laughing at my excitement.

“No! I have to earn it! I just need one more punch. Wait… Where is my card?” I dug through my wallet and couldn’t find it.

“Really, Kasper. It’s ok,” Amir said and reached for my arm. I couldn’t find it. It wasn’t there.

“Where did it go? It was here right behind my license,” I grew frantic. I knew it had to be there. I went to one of the food court tables on a mission and emptied out everything, a small pile of cards and dollar bills. I had my high school ID, my driver’s license, my 7-11 card, a photobooth strip from the Ventura pier of me and a girl I hung out with, and a coupon for gum my mom had cut out for me because she knew I liked it. It was expired and the punch card wasn’t there.

“What the fuck? What did I do with it? It has one punch left to get a shake! One punch!” I felt my voice breaking. Amir came up behind me and hovered over me with his warm cage of muscles. He put his hands on the table, spread on either side of me. I felt his warm, reassuring breath on the back of my neck. He wanted to calm me.

“It’s ok, we’ll find it, Kasper… we’ll find it, baby,” Amir’s voice dropped an octave, gentle but authoritative. He kissed my neck and sorted through my cards. There was a card stuck to the back of my high school ID, but it turned out to be a business card from a friend of mine who was an unsuccessful DJ.

“That’s not it… That DJ sucks. What did I do with the card?” I was desperate over a stupid card.I felt my heart begin to pound and that overwhelming sense of panic rose in me. Why was I getting so upset over it? I couldn’t stop myself. Amir didn’t understand what was happening.

“Maybe the DJ stole it. Shall we phone him up?” Amir giggled.

“It’s not here… It’s lost… I just need one punch,” I said with sadness. I suddenly realized where it was. It was in the tray in my room at my parent’s house. It was a white dish with little dancing monkeys on it. My grandmother had brought it from her trip to South America.

“It’s not here, Kasper. It’s ok. I’ll make them give you a new one. I’ll pay for it. I’ll have them fill a stack of them with punches,” Amir laughed, not sensing the rising panic in me. He turned my wallet over and showed me the empty spaces. He thought I was being silly.

“It’s in my room at my parents house only… it’s not my room anymore… not my family… it’s gone… they’re gone… one fucking punch left… I can’t go back…” I broke down sobbing and Amir quickly wrapped his arms around me as I gasped for air. He pulled me back against him.

“Let it out, baby. It’s ok… I’m here, your lion has you,” Amir breathed against my ear.

I turned back towards him, my face red with panic, snot, and tears.

“I can’t go home… They won’t let me go home… Why can’t I go home?” I asked between sobs and gasps and sniffles of the snot leaking out of my nose. My family didn’t want me.

“We’re your home, sweet baby… We love you so much,” Amir said and pulled me into his chest. He sat down in the food court booth and pulled me down to straddle his lap. He didn’t care who was watching or what they thought. He held me while my body shook, released the pain.

“I love you so much, baby boy. You can always cry in my arms when you need. We’ll get through the pain together. I’m here… no matter what,” Amir promised. He rubbed my back, rocked me gently in his arms. He laid back in the booth and steadied me on his chest. I soaked his expensive shirt with my tears, he didn’t complain.

He held me until I calmed against his chest. He kept rubbing my back and whispering encouraging things in my ear, “I got you baby, I’m here. I’m so sorry you’re in pain. I wish I could take it for you… You’re safe with me… I want you.” Amir talked to me as I went from quiet sobbing to silently numb. I’d never understand why he cared so deeply. I was a mess.

I cried it out and then felt a deep embarrassment. We were cuddled together in the food court booth. I heard the din of students as they filed in for lunch. Amir didn’t appear to care though.

“We should go,” I sniffled and raised my head off his chest. He looked down at me and pushed back a few loose strands of my hair that had escaped in the breakdown. “People are coming in for lunch. They’re seeing us.”

He reached for his work bag and pulled out a plastic pouch of wet wipes. He cleaned my face.

“Let them look. Are you worried they’ll be jealous and want a beautiful, blonde boy of their own?” Amir asked with a smile as he rubbed his thumb over my cheek.

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Steve Thomas had been seeing his daughter’s former best friend, Julie, for a little over a week. They still couldn’t keep their hands off each other. The man who was old enough to be her father had “unofficially” moved in to her apartment, and she’d already had a set of keys cut for him. They were both still nervous as to what would happen once Steve’s daughter, Heather, found out about the relationship, but each time one of them would express doubts, the other insisted that everything would be alright.

It’s Friday now, and Julie arrived back at her – their, she corrected herself – apartment after another long day of class. Twenty years old, she was studying to become a teacher, and was certain to be the one all the boys would have crushes on.

She was tall, but not overly so, with long, shapely legs toned by years of walking through the city. Just as amazing as her legs were the luscious curves they supported. Old-fashioned people would refer to her slightly full figure as one that had “child-birthing hips.” Whatever you called them, they fit her form perfectly, arcing down to a perfect, heart-shaped ass. Toned, just like her legs, her cheeks were full, but solid.

Moving up her thin, but realistic, waist, your eyes would next pass over her breasts, which were nothing short of voluptuous. When she wore it down, her dark, straight hair cascaded well past her shoulders with just a trace of curls, playfully toying with her chest. Naturally rosy lips pouted below a small, slightly upturned nose. Her high cheekbones perfectly framed sultry, green eyes set in delicate, porcelain skin. All in all, only one word could come close to describing her: gorgeous.

She walked inside, closing the door behind her, and kick off her comfortable shoes in the front hall. Moving on into the living room, she lopped down on the couch, thinking to catch a quick nap before Steve came home from work.

Just a few minutes away, Steve sat in his office at the end of a very long day at work. No matter what he did, it seemed impossible to make anyone happy. Understandably, his mind kept straying to the young woman waiting for him at home. That only made the day seem longer.

He was older, just having turned 48 recently, but was still an attractive man. His athletic form rested on a 6′ 3″ frame. Broad shoulders supported a handsome face which bore a perpetual, lopsided grin. He had short, brown hair and blue-green eyes. His strong jaw was covered in a trim beard that had a slight tint of red. A hint of gray at his temples and the wire-framed glasses he wore gave him an added air of intelligence. His subtle good looks and constant air of confidence garnered him uncounted appraising glances from his female co-workers.

He was fairly recently divorced and they all knew it. They let him know that they knew, too. Flattered as he was, he never gave any of them a second thought.

Steve’s hand slid over his leg for the thousandth time, fiddling with the cell phone in his pocket and he fought to summon the strength to keep from calling just to hear Julie’s voice. It was almost 5 o’clock. He’d be seeing her soon, anyway.

Then, his boss showed up just as Steve was about to shut down for the evening. He dropped a stack of papers on the desk, demanding satisfaction. Sighing, Steve nodded in understand. This wasn’t the first time he’d had to work late. Now it was different, though. Now he had a reason to leave.

Now, he realized, it would be another several hours without seeing Julie, without feeling her skin against his. He picked up the phone to call her, but decided against it. He didn’t want to ruin her evening. Looking down at the stack of work, he judged that he shouldn’t be too long. If she worried about him, she could call. Watching everyone else leave past his office door, Steve grumbled and got back to work.

Several hours later, Julie woke up and frowned at the clock. Steve should have been home long before now. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she walked to the bathroom and washed her face to wake herself up. Slipping her shoes on, she decided to go see what was keeping him.

It took no more than five minutes before she was standing in front of his building, and there were only a few offices with their lights still on. Steve’s, she saw, was one of them. Shaking her head, she walked into the office building and waved at the security guard, letting him know she was going up to see Mr. Thomas. A few moments later, after a slow ride up the elevator, she stepped into the doorway of his office, a smile on her lips as she peered in. His head was resting on his arms. He was breathing deeply, obviously sleeping.

“Working late, baby?” she called, stirring him from his sleep.

Her warm, friendly voice caused Steve to rouse, but his mind was still foggy. “Hmmm,” Steve thought to himself, “I must have fallen asleep. What!? Oh no! I fell asleep at the office!” Suddenly wide awake, he shook his head to clear his thoughts and reached to gather up all Beylikdüzü escort of his stuff. As he started to rise from his chair, he looked up and saw Julie in the doorway. “What’s she doing here?” Steve thought, wondering if he was dreaming.

Stifling a yawn, he spoke, “Julie?”

She laughed softly and stepped into his office. The hallway is dark behind her. The lights were turned off hours ago. Moving around his desk, she combed her fingers through his hair and leaned down to kiss him deeply. Smiling down at him, she pulled back to perch on one corner of his desk.

“Yes, it’s me,” she said. “I thought I’d come see what was keeping you. I was expecting you home hours ago.”

Steve stretched widely and leaned back in his chair to drink her in with his eyes. “Yes, I’m dreaming,” he thought wryly, “I’ve been dreaming for a week, it seems.” Smiling broadly, he placed a hand on Julie’s knee, rubbing playfully.

“I’m sorry, Julie. Rough day at work. The boss made me stay after to finish a few things. I didn’t think I’d be too late,” he apologized. Realizing the source of his recent sleepiness at work, he grinned impishly. “I guess the long nights are catching up with me.”

Giggling softly, Julie felt her cheeks heating with a blush as he teased her. She still couldn’t believe that, after all this time, her dream of being with him had finally come true. Seeing him leaned back, she slid from the desk and straddled his lap, her hands running lightly over Steve’s chest. The short, cotton skirt she was wearing rode up on her legs as she sat down, exposing smooth, creamy flesh.

“Mmmmm,” she purred. “Just think what this weekend is going to do to you.”

“I can’t wait,” Steve grinned at her, hands rubbing on both of her thighs. As her skirt was slowly pushed ever higher, he could smell her excitement building. With a subtle rocking of his hips, Steve pulled Julie deeper onto his lap and leaned forward to kiss her hungrily. “I guess we’d better get started, then. Give me a second to grab my things and we can go.”

Julie let out a soft moan as he pulled her closer, and she returned his kiss eagerly. Her arms slipped around his neck as she nibbled on his ear and murmured softly, “Who said we needed to go anywhere to start?”

Steve growled with delight at her persistent nibbling and his body responded of it’s own accord as his hips began rolling into her rhythmically. Reaching around behind her, he pulled up her skirt and squeezed her ass. Julie gasped and let out a soft whimper as his strong hands closed around cheeks left uncovered by her tiny thong. His lips trailing across her neck, he whispered, “What about security?”

She grinned mischievously, nipping harder at his ear and delighting in his growls of pleasure. Her body was already on fire for him and aching for use.

“That’s the fun of it,” she breathed, “they might catch us. Maybe they’ll want to get in on it and fuck me, too.”

“Not on your life, missy. You’re all mine!”

She giggled at his reaction, knowing she had said just the right thing. Revved up by her teasing, Steve lifted her up onto the desk and pushed between her legs, tugging her thong aside and unzipping his pants in a flurry of motion. Cock now in his hand, he guided it to her waiting lips and teased her up and down. Julie moaned and squirmed as he dragged the head of his swollen cock up and down her glistening slit.

“Oohhhh! But maybe you won’t have a choice,” she continued teasing him, her eyes dancing in amusement as she tortured his mind with the possibilities. “Maybe they’ll blackmail you, or tie you down and make you watch while they take turns at fucking me!”

Driven over the edge, Steve climbed up onto the desk with her, plunging his cock roughly inside of her. Julie’s head flung back and she cried out in pleasure, wrapping her legs tightly around his hips and bucking up into him. Steve decided it was time to give her a taste of her own medicine.

“The only cock you’re getting is mine. But,” he countered, “I’m hoping that sexy lesbian from the office next door stops back by. Maybe she’d like to play.”

Wrapping her arms around his neck, Julie pulled him close. As he once again buried his face in her neck, she looked over at the door, sure she had just seen a slight movement in the dark. Smiling at the possibility, she moaned again, loudly, lifting her hips harder against his as she panted out, “Maybe. Maybe all they’ll do is watch, standing in the dark. Then, they’ll come and find me when I’m alone and threaten to get you fired if I don’t do what they want. What then, baby? Should I fuck them to save your job?”

“Which one, the guard or the lesbian?” Steve asked, trying hard to keep up their new game.

He nibbled his way down her neck and tore her shirt open. Tugging her bra up over her breasts, he twisted and pulled at her nipples, thrusting harder and harder into her as the desk creaked beneath them. Her body jerked and rocked beneath his, hips lifting Beylikdüzü escort and falling, ass slapping against the desk as they moved together. She cried out as his fingers teased her hard nipples, and she reached up to grip tightly to his shoulders.

“OH! Oooooh! Either of them! Oh fuck! YES Steve!”

Now beyond any games, Steve buried his face between her breasts, alternating between them. Coming up for air briefly, he ended the teasing, “Just shut up and fuck me, slut!” Lowering his mouth to her waiting flesh, he sucked and bit at her nipples, causing her back to arch in response. His body ached with pleasure as her pussy clenched his cock again and again with each of his thrusts.

Julie’s mind raced to keep up with all of the sensations as his mouth moved from breast to breast. She dropped her legs from around him, digging her heels into the edge of the desk to thrust back into him. Her eyes widened for a moment as a thought struck her. “What was that,” she thought to herself. During their cries of pleasure, she could have sworn she heard a sound at the door.

Not hearing, or possible ignoring, the sound, Steve pushed up off the desk with his hands. His arms straightened and he gazed down at the pleasure written clearly on her face. Before Julie could make heads or tails of the sound, her orgasm crashed over her. Bucking and thrashing under Steve, her pussy clenched tightly around his pistoning cock again and again. Unable to wait any longer, Steve bounced in and out of her, ramming hard as her climax tapered off and his own began.

‘Oh FUCK! Oh, Julie!” he cried, cumming inside of her explosively.

She gasped for breath under him and shuddered with ecstasy. Her breasts swayed and bounced with his thrusts and she could feel his warm cum deep inside her. She reached up, gripping the edge of the desk with one hand as her hips twitched and rocked against his throbbing shaft. Matching her movements, Steve arched his back, cock shoving hard inside her, pushing her along the desk. His climax reaching its end, his thrust turned to short, fast, erratic bounces. Finally sated, he collapsed against her, her pussy still milking his cock.

Struggling for breath, Julie closed her eyes and reached up to wrap around his broad shoulders. Her pussy continued to contract involuntarily, milking his as he lay atop her in his sweat-soaked shirt. She trembled beneath him as he covered her neck, face and lips with tiny kisses, reveling in their shared ecstasy.

“Mmmmmmm. I’ll never be this happy to be at work.”

She giggled breathlessly and returned his kisses, running one hand through his hair. “Why don’t we head home now, baby? We can spend the rest of the night like this.”

Sliding off her with a silly pout, Steve cleaned up to the best of his ability, zipping away his cock and helping her up off the desk. “Only the rest of the night?”

Julie giggled again as he helped her into a sitting position, her legs still spread wide and her breasts still on display.

“Mmmm. The rest of the night. All day tomorrow. All tomorrow night. All day Sunday. How’s that for starters?”

“Good thing I cleared my schedule,” he joked. “You’d better tidy up, then. We’ve got a busy weekend ahead of us. We’d better get moving.”

Laughing, Julie straightened her clothes and combed her fingers through her mussed hair before sliding off the desk and heading to the door. Sliding up behind her, Steve slapped her ass playfully, but hard.

“You’re such a naughty girl!” he told her, giggling as she jumped and squealed at the slap.

She reached back to rub her ass with exaggerated care, a pout forming on her lips, as Steve moved up beside her. He snaked his arm around her waist and lead them to the elevator.

“Mmmmmm. I love that look,” he moaned appreciatively. “You’ve got such amazing dick-sucking lips.”

Julie grinned at him as they stepped into the elevator. Stopping, she turned him to face her and draped her arms around his neck, grinding her hips against his.

“I love wrapping them around your cock,” she whispered teasingly. “In fact, I think that’s exactly what I’m going to do as soon as we get home.”

Steve leaned back against the wall of the elevator and pressed the button for the first floor, eagerly running his hands up and down her body as the doors close. He stared into her eyes and could tell that she could feel his cock getting hard against her. Julie let out a moan and gave him a mischievous look before dropping to her knees, nuzzling her face against his crotch.

“You know, I don’t think I can wait that long,” she purred.

Seeing their reflection in the stainless steel doors, Steve unzipped his fly and presented his cock to Julie’s waiting mouth. “Nobody here’s going to stop you.”

She tittered and opened her mouth, her lips wrapping around his shaft. Tasting their mixed juices still on him, she relaxed her jaw and took him deep into her throat. She moaned in pleasure at Escort Beylikdüzü the taste and began bobbing her head up and down as she held his hips.

“Oh, my little cum slut,” Steve whispered down to her. He ran his fingers through her thick, dark hair, turning to watch their reflection. His cock pulsed in Julie’s throat as he got more and more excited watching her swallow his cock.

Julie grunted and groaning against him, struggling for breath. She bobbed her head faster and faster and stared hungrily at his cock each time she pulled away from it. It glistened with saliva and precum, the same mixture coating her lips as she gazed up at him expectantly.

Steve eyes were closed against the pleasure as his groans filled the tiny space. Opening them again, he saw her reflected image looking up at him. Steve peered down into her eyes and understood her need.

“Oh, Julie. You want my cum bad, don’t you?” he asked, eyes rolling back in his head with pleasure once more as her tongue expertly massaged his cock. “You … you won’t have to wait much longer,” he gasped.

She moaned happily and nodded her head, taking his down into her throat again and again, sucking and slurping eagerly at his cock. Ready for release, Steve grabbed the back of her neck and shoved just a bit deeper into her throat and groaned loudly, cum spurting down into her. She grunted and gagged slightly, his cum filling her mouth and throat as his cock throbbed hotly between her lips. Knees weakening, Steve leaned back against the wall, grabbing the rail for support.

“Oh,” Steve began, laughing weakly with a big grin on his face, “You’re going to get me in trouble one of these days!”

He had just finished speaking when the bell rang, announcing their arrival in the lobby. As Steve hurried to tuck himself back in, Julie pulled back wordlessly, licking her lips, savoring every last drop. As she got back up to her feet, she pressed a kiss to his lips before spinning on her heel and sauntering out of the elevator, hips swaying tantalizingly.

Watching her go, Steve shook the cobwebs out of his head and worked to catch his breath. He reached out just as the doors were almost closed and hurried to catch up to her, pulled ever onward by that sultry swinging of her hips. Halfway across the lobby, he caught up to her and Julie grinned over at him playfully, slipping her arm around his waist. Steve walked beside her, his arm draped across her shoulders. As they approached the door, she gave a cheery wave to the security guard, who smiled nervously and blushed.

Not noticing the guard’s reaction, Steve opened the door and watched Julie walk out before turning to say good night. In response, the guard favored him with a huge grin, a wink a “thumbs-up.”

Shaking his head and laughing, Steve moved to catch up with Julie, anxious to continue their adventure. “I think we have a fan,” he said, motioning back over his shoulder with his thumb. Julie laughed and blushed, inwardly excited by the thought of being watched. She turned back to look, but the guard was no longer in view. Seeing they were alone, Julie dropped her hand from Steve’s waist and wiggled her fingers down into his back pocket.

“Show off!” Steve laughed. Following her lead, he reached down and lifted her skirt, the cold night air bringing goose bumps to her flesh as he dragged his middle finger along her thong, shoving it deeper and deeper into the crack of her ass. She gasped and squealed, blushing profusely and shivering as cool air struck her suddenly warm cheeks. She darted forward a few steps, her hand slipping from Steve’s pocket as she skipped away from his teasing finger. He laughed wildly now, and began chasing after her like some B horror movie villain, grabbing at her madly.

“I’m going to get you, little girl!”

Julie squirmed away from him, shrieking with laughter. She ran on ahead, her laughs floating back to him on the breeze and she raced for their apartment building. Ignoring the stares from the few others still out so late, Steve sped up, grabbing Julie by the waist and spinning around and around and around, giggling like a little kid. She squealed again as he wrapped his arms around her, breathless laughter shaking her body as they spun.

Suddenly inspired, Steve pulled Julie down the alley beside their building, taking her out of view behind a pile of boxes. He spun her around and pushed her roughly against the wall, eliciting a little yelp of surprise from her. His breath hot on the back of her neck, he lifted her skirt again and pressed his crotch hard against her exposed ass. She gasped and panted for breath as he begin grinding into her from behind, his hands running up her sides and roughly grabbing her breasts through her thin shirt.

Reaching up with one hand, Steve turned her face to the side so he could stare into it’s beauty. His tongue snaked out for her ear, pulling her lobe between his teeth. His other hand strayed down between them and he unzipped his fly before tugging aside her thong. His cock still wet and slippery from their mingled cum and Julie’s saliva, it parted her cheeks easily and pressed against her puckered hole.

“I’m going to take you right here, slut. How does that make you feel?”

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I stood with my lovely fiancée Jenna, one arm around her slender waist, pulling her against my side as we both smiled for the Tribune photographer. I let my hand drop when the shutter clicked, reminding myself not to frown at the scent of expensive perfume clinging to my suit. I had to admit we made a handsome couple, so I wouldn’t be at all surprised if we ended up making the society page. This marriage meant so much to my family, and to hers, and I understood how important it was to play my part. And I played it like a master.

Across the scrupulously manicured lawn I could see my father the State Senator in conversation with my future father in law, the Lieutenant Governor. Her father was a fire and brimstone social conservative whose support bolstered my more moderate father’s legitimacy with the value voters. The fact was, my father would never move beyond state politics without the Lieutenant Governor’s endorsement. Which this marriage would guarantee. It sounds bad, but the reality of it was I believed in my father. And this was the best way I knew of helping him. Jenna tilted her head up and I gave her a quick peck on the lips.

Sometimes I worried that she was expecting more from this marriage than she should. I liked her, I really did. Loved her even. We’d been friends since we were kids, and we had always known that this is what we were meant for. I didn’t resent her family or mine for pushing the marriage. I had gone along with it the same as everyone else. The Tomlisons and Wights had been in politics for generations. We knew how things worked. And I knew she wasn’t in love with me any more than I was with her. But I was also well aware that when she looked at me she saw at least the potential for something more, and I hated knowing that I was bound to disappoint her.

Sometimes I thought she must be a little thick. Didn’t she wonder why we had never slept together, never even done more than kiss? Didn’t she wonder why I was content waiting two and a half years to marry, until after I finished law school and passed the bar? Maybe it was her conservative “abstinence only” upbringing. Or maybe you just believe what you want to.

It had been almost a year since I had been with a man, and I could feel that old itch creeping up on me again. I would resist for as long as I could, but it always ended the same way. I let my eyes scan the crowd, mentally undressing all the fit attractive men between twenty and forty. I would never try anything with any of my dad’s friends, even the ones I knew or suspected would be interested, but I liked to look.

My gaze caught on one of the servers, a young man about my age. There was something that held my attention, but I couldn’t say what. It wasn’t his appearance. Short and kind of hawkish with dark hair and eyes, he wasn’t any more than average in the looks department. He met my eye and smiled. I looked away. Not much of a looker, but I had to admit he had a hell of a smile.

I mingled with the guests, but whatever I did I kept coming back to this one guy. It was embarrassing because I could tell he knew why. At least he was help and not one of my dad’s friends. The next time I looked at him he was already watching me. He smiled again, and nodded toward the ivy covered walled garden across the lawn. A moment later he walked off in that direction. Even though in my head I knew it was a monumentally bad idea, I only struggled with the decision for a moment. I would just talk to him. No harm in that.

I waited a couple minutes, then set down my drink and excused myself from the bank CEO and his busty twenty-something wife.

I entered the garden and found the server sitting on a bench, giving me the most mischievous look. This one was definitely trouble. I thought for a moment about going back to the party, but something about this guy had me in a twist.

I gave him my most winning smile. “Hi, I’m Vince.”

He laughed, like there was some joke I wasn’t getting. “Yeah.” He stood up to shake my hand. “Jack.”

His hand was strong and calloused, his smell warm and manly, soap and light sweat. Nothing at all like my lovely fiancée. I found myself holding on to his hand longer than necessary. He didn’t protest.

Something was off, though I couldn’t say what, something in the way he was looking at me. Like he expected something, and not just a proposition. In my head I knew I shouldn’t be touching this with a ten foot pole. I was usually so careful. But I wasn’t getting any warning bells, and I had come to trust my instincts when it came to men. I would just tiptoe around it. Maybe start out with some small talk.

“So, you been doing this long?”

“Picking up guys in hedge mazes?”

His bluntness brought me back to reality. Where I realized I was still holding his hand. I tried to let go. “No, I mean working for the caterer…”

He sniggered, but again I didn’t get the joke. I was trying pretty hard by then to get my hand back, but for his size he was surprisingly strong. And God help me it turned me on. I bet under the Beylikdüzü escort penguin suit he was all wiry muscle and…damn it, why wouldn’t he let go?

He clasped my hand harder and shook his head with an evil grin. “Nuh uh stud.”

Then in one move he pulled our bodies into full contact, leaned forward, tilted his head up and pressed his lips to mine. It wasn’t rough or forceful, but it was quick, and for a moment I was too shocked to struggle. But then my brain kicked in and I shoved him away.

I put my hand to my mouth, still feeling the warmth and pressure of his lips. My head was spinning. I had had sex with men before, but never kissed one. And it had been…what? My heart was pounding, and not just in fear. My cock was straining uncomfortably in my slacks.

Incredible. That was the word. Absolutely incredible. Jack hadn’t moved. He was eyeing the exit, but still watching me with that sexy smile. I licked my lips, and I could taste him.

In that moment my mind ceded control to my libido, and in spite of every piece of common sense I possessed I found myself grabbing a handful of the front of his shirt, drawing him to me, and kissing him full on the mouth. After a moment’s shocked hesitation, he kissed me back. Feeling him respond made me let out a moan, and he took the opening to flick his tongue past my lips, brushing mine with the lightest touch that was like a bolt of electricity. I opened my mouth more, meeting his tongue with mine.

I had spent the last few years since I discovered sex avoiding this very thing. I didn’t kiss my sex partners, I touched them as little as possible, avoided eye contact, and left as soon as we were done. If I could get away with it I didn’t even ask them their names. I didn’t need this, to know what it was like. But that sure wasn’t stopping me. Not that I think I was capable of stopping myself. The truth was that in that moment, if Jack had wanted, he could have had me then and there, a hundred yards away from all my dad’s friends.

Lucky for me he didn’t.

He pulled away with a smirk. “Just checking.”

He patted me on the shoulder and walked away.

I stood for several moments in a mindless, lust induced catatonia before the realization of what had just happened crashed over me. I collapsed onto the bench.

Not only had I kissed a man in a public place where anyone could have caught us, I had come on to a man who knew who I was. And, even if he hadn’t known he did now because I had actually told him my goddamned name. I had never been this reckless before. Had I really gotten that desperate?

I eventually returned to the party, ignoring Jack as he ignored me. I tried to settle the queasy feeling in my stomach by telling myself, even if he told anyone, who would they believe, a waiter or the son of an East Coast political dynasty? It was a disgusting thought and I hated myself for it, but found it comforting nonetheless. But nothing happened. No odd looks, no strange remarks from either the guests or the staff. By the time the fundraiser ended I was on edge, waiting for the shoe to fall. But it never did.

That night I knew I needed to have sex. Cold showers and C-SPAN just weren’t going to cut it anymore and I was, frankly, afraid to masturbate. If I elevated that kiss to a jack off fantasy there would be no getting rid of it.

So I put on an old pair of jeans, a tee shirt and a ball cap. I scanned myself over in the mirror to make sure I looked as lower-middle class as possible, then took a cab to a gay club downtown. I had been there a couple times before. It was a good place because it was pretty blue collar and the type of guys who went there wouldn’t recognize the Vice President much less the son of a Connecticut State Senator. The cabbie was giving me an odd looks so I had him stop three blocks away. Like I took a twenty minute cab ride to a bodega.

I sat at the bar and ordered a beer, thinking as I did every time that it would have been so much better if I had never started this. I hadn’t gone out looking for it the first time. Sure I looked, fantasized. But never planned on touching. It was my freshman year in college. I was young and naïve and by the time I realized what was happening it was too late to stop myself. I never saw the guy again, but from then on I was hooked.

I sat sipping my beer, scrutinizing the crowd, but the only guys looking at me were checking me out. A couple older guys tried to hit on me right away, but I let them down politely. I wasn’t exactly picky, but I knew I could do better without having to wait long. Sure enough, after ten minutes a moderately good looking Hispanic guy in his early thirties with broad shoulders and sun darkened skin sat down next to me. Probably worked outside, but unfortunately all I could smell was a little too much cologne. “Hi, my name’s…” the music prevented me from hearing his name, but it didn’t matter.

“John,” I replied, shaking his hand. It was rough and firm. The flare of heat in my groin told me this was the guy.

“So, I Beylikdüzü escort haven’t seen you around here before, are you…”

“You want to get out of here?” I interrupted. I knew this part was dangerous. There are a lot of psychos out there. But I wasn’t getting any weirdo vibes off this guy, and my instincts had never steered me wrong before. Besides, I was pretty damned desperate.

He blinked. “Um, okay. My place or yours?”

“There’s a hotel a couple blocks away.”

He frowned and his eyes darted to my right hand. Soon, I thought, but not yet. Maybe he had been looking for something with a little more potential. But he didn’t turn me down. I paid for both our drinks and we walked to the hotel. I had him check in while I waited out of view of the security cameras.

As soon as we got to the room he tried to kiss me, and for the very first time since I had started having sex with men I wanted to. God help me I really wanted to. But more than that I needed to not make this any harder than it already was, so I turned away and the kiss landed on my cheek. He gave a resigned sigh.

“Top or bottom?” I asked.

“Either way.”

“Good.”

We took off our clothes and I sat him on the edge of the bed and rolled a condom onto him right before taking him into my mouth. He was a real gentleman and kept his hands at his sides, even as cried out in Spanish and blew into the latex that I had managed to lodge completely in my throat. I had a fleeting thought that he was probably a really nice guy. He even let me suck him long past the point he was squirming from the sensitivity. There was just something about sucking a guy off that always got me so fucking hot, and I knew just what I was going to do about it.

I flipped him over onto his stomach, put a condom on, and pounded his round ass until I came. There was no eye contact and I only touched him where I grasped his hips, but it was still amazing to watch my cock slide into him, to hear his grunts and know he was enjoying it too. When I pulled out I was happy to see he was hard again so I crawled up on the bed on my hands and knees and he did the same to me, and I came a second time from feeling his fat cock fucking me. I showered and left still not knowing what his name was.

**************

After the Labor Day weekend it was back to classes. I was a second year law student at a very old, very prestigious, very expensive East Coast University, a fact that that had far more to do with my last name than with any personal merit.

I had managed to shove the weekend’s events into the deep dark recesses of my mind, but as it turned out they weren’t going to stay there for long. Because when I walked into Constitutional Law that afternoon I stopped dead just inside the doorway when it hit me why I hadn’t been able to stop staring at that server Jack during my dad’s fundraiser.

There he was. Sitting in the front row in the seat nearest the entrance. He met my eyes with a huge smirk, reveling in my ‘oh-shit’ moment.

“Oooh, there it is,” he laughed.

I broke eye contact and made a bee-line to the back row.

I could not for the life of me concentrate during class.

Twice Jack turned just enough to catch my eye and give me a wink. He clearly thought it was funny as hell, but I was started to sweat bullets. This stranger knew my most closely guarded secret. God only knew what he planned on doing with it.

But somehow the feeling I kept coming back to was guilt. Jack was an obvious full scholarship. His clothes were supermarket store brand that fit his skinny frame poorly and his laptop was obsolete five years ago. Not to mention he had to work holidays at fancy events serving rich jerks like me who didn’t even recognize him as one of their classmates. Even though I knew that the reason I hadn’t recognized him was simply because he wasn’t all that good looking, I cringed to imagine what he must think.

As soon as class was over I rushed the exit, but slowed when I saw Jack talking with Julian Monaco, the informal captain of the Constitutional Law study group. I gave Jack the evil eye, but he just grinned at me innocent as could be. Julian turned around, missing my expression.

“Hey, Vince. Do you know Jack Ulman?”

“No,” I rushed, at the same moment Jack said “Yes.”

“We’ve met briefly,” explained Jack, suppressing a laugh.

“Oh, okay. Well, Jack’s going to be joining us for study group for the rest of the semester.”

“Oh. Good.” I said through my teeth.

Julian looked a little confused. “Yeah. Did you know that Jack’s in the top five percent of the class?”

“No. That’s…really great. Just great. I’ll see you tonight.”

“Okay, see you.” I rushed out the door before he asked any questions. Jack was undoubtedly going to make it a nightmare, but any hope I had of staying off the bottom rung of the class depended on the study group. I would just have to play this by ear and hope my instincts would put me out on top.

Jack

I had been thinking for Escort Beylikdüzü a while about joining the study group. I really preferred studying on my own, but there were some definite draws. Namely, clever, sweet, openly bisexual Julian Monaco. I’d had my eye on him since last semester, and if I was reading thing right I thought I might just stand a chance. He was definitely worth a try in any case. The opportunity to tease that closeted conservative prick Vince Tomlison just cinched it.

He hid it better than most so I had only begun suspecting that he was gay last semester. Little things gave him away. When he seemed to be staring into space it was usually in the direction of one of the more attractive male students. He only checked out girls if he saw other guys checking them out first. And even then I hadn’t been sure. Until his dad’s fundraiser of course.

If he had acknowledged or even recognized me I wouldn’t have made a move on him, but he just kept digging himself in deeper, and when he asked me how long I had been a waiter, well, he brought it on himself. That bastard just bugged the crap out of me, and I relished the idea of keeping him dangling.

Not exactly a mature attitude, I’ll admit.

The study group met twice a week at Julian’s place. He had a loft apartment near campus that he had inherited from his grandparents (yeah he’s old money, but at this university who wasn’t?), almost obscenely big yet comfortable, even homey.

I arrived early and was surprised to find Vince already there, deep in discussion with Julian about the topic of today’s class. He was so distracted that he didn’t notice me at first.

“Hey Jack,” Julian looked up at me with a broad smile. “Make yourself at home.”

I nodded and returned the smile. Even though there were a dozen spots at the table, I took the one directly across from Vince. He glared at me, but didn’t say anything.

“Thanks. Hey, where’s the bathroom?”

“End of the hall on the left.”

I used the bathroom, which was about half the size of my entire apartment, but when I opened the door Vince was standing there, glaring at me some more.

I patted him on the shoulder. “All yours buddy.” And tried to push past him.

He grabbed my wrist. I expected a denial, possibly a threat. Maybe he was even going to hit me. It wouldn’t be the first time. Some guys in the closet were wound pretty damned tight. I tugged back a little, but tapped down my defensive reflex. It wasn’t going to help my chances with Julian if I got into a fight in his apartment five minutes after getting here.

But Vince didn’t do anything. For a long moment he just looked at me, pinning me down with those striking blue-gray eyes, sizing me up. I actually had to fight not to squirm.

“Please,” he finally whispered, “please don’t tell anyone what happened.”

Wow. Didn’t see that coming. So I ended up just standing there and staring at him. Of course I wasn’t going to tell anyone, but some childish part of me couldn’t help but toy with him.

“Who would believe me even if I did, right?” From the guilty look that flashed across his face he had thought the same thing.

“Look, I’m sorry, okay. I should have recognized you. It’s not because…well, I’m just sorry.”

Yeah, I thought, sorry you got caught.

He took a deep breath and continued. “And none of that…you know…should have happened.”

Denial. That was more like it. “Uh huh, I guess it was an accident, right? You’re not gay, you were just confused, disoriented, or maybe you were drunk…”

He caught me in a stony stare that made my mouth snap shut.

“I’m not going to insult your intelligence by pretending that was anything other than what it was.” He paused for a moment before continuing. “And, not that it’s any of your business, but I wasn’t confused, or disoriented, or drunk. In fact, I know exactly how I’m oriented. Sucks for me that particular orientation doesn’t really fly with my dad’s constituency. I said it shouldn’t have happened, not that I didn’t want it to.”

I was at a complete loss for words, which didn’t happen very often. Of all the reactions I had gotten from closeted men over the years bald-faced honesty was definitely a new one. I shuffled my feet, avoiding his steady gaze and feeling every moment more like a stupid kid. I should be above this old game. Any desire to draw this out dissipated.

“Sorry,” I murmured, though I couldn’t really say what I was apologizing for. “But you really look the part, you know?”

“Yeah, that’s kind of the idea. Well?”

“I’m not going to out you, okay?”

He ducked his head, forcing me to make eye contact again. “Promise?”

That startled me. He was going to believe me on a promise? What, were we 19th Century country gentlemen? I studied his face. Yes, he was going to believe me.

“I promise. Your secret’s safe with me.”

He examined me for a long moment and I held his gaze.

“Thanks.” Then he released my wrist and walked away.

Wow. I should have just let the whole thing drop. Maybe I found his honesty intriguing. It was something that I had never encountered before. Besides, I reasoned, just because I had promised not to out him didn’t mean I couldn’t still tease him at every opportunity.

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After the meal, Jordan said goodbye, checked his bike again cycled off home. He had a big grin on his face and a piece of paper in his back pocket.

On the paper were written some dates, which Meg had worked out were very safe dates to invite Jordan round for tea and ‘extras.’ This was his diary for lust-filled visits till the end of the semester. College girls no longer interested him. The maturity and good looks of Meg were what he desired; particularly as she was so accessible.

Every visit was filled with intense, active play that kept both Jordan and Meg interested and satiated.

But they were always over too soon, and each was well aware that Jordan was due to return to his family in Africa for the coming holidays.

Meg wanted to treat Jordan on their final Saturday afternoon together. She packed a picnic basket full of home made goodies and a bottle of wine.

With it in the car ready, she waited for his arrival, sat in the kitchen dressed in a fresh blue short summer dress that showed off her figure, and sandals. In her nervousness she flipped her sandals up and down on her foot.

Soon she saw the familiar figure of Jordan, standing in the doorway. He was dressed in shorts, open necked shirt and sandals.

“Meg, you look delicious, I want to eat you!” Jordan announced, and winked slow and sexy.

Meg blushed.

She stood, hugged him and pinched his ass.

“Put your bike in the shed, and get in the car. I have a surprise for you.”

Intrigued, Jordan did as he was asked and as they drove away Meg said;

“This is our last time together and I thought we’d do something different. It’s a lovely day, and I’ve packed a picnic basket. We’re off to the hills where it’s quiet.”

Every so often along the road, Jordan put a hand on Meg’s leg, and gently stroked it. Sometimes his hand reached under her dress, and she quickly scolded him.

“You’ll put me off my driving, you naughty boy!”

“But I can’t wait Meg,” Jordan replied as they came to a halt at red traffic lights.

You vixen! He thought.

“Mrs Peters! Shame on you!”

Jordan’s hand had reached under Megs dress and he realized something was missing.

“No panties! I’m shocked!” He laughed.

The lights turned green and they moved on.

“Wait, Mr Impatient!” Meg laughed.

Soon Meg turned off the main road, down a country lane and up into the hills, as Jordan grew more impatient.

“What am I to do with you?” she laughed, as they came to a stop.

As soon as she put the brake on, Jordan leaned over her and lifted the lever, and made her seat recline. He lifted her dress up and exposed her smooth pussy. It glistened with moisture. Meg brought her legs up, rested her feet on the dash, and Jordan got between her legs.

“Oh lovely pussy, I’m gonna miss you. Purr for me kitty.”

He brought his face up close and rubbed her lips with his nose, sniffing and drawing in the sweet musky smell of her nectar, as though he was memorizing her personal scent. Meg let out soft crooning sighs that really excited Jordan. He followed through with his tongue, licking along her pussy, tongue fucking her and lapping the sweet wetness up.

Meg’s hips pivoted and her soft sighs became loud cries. Her legs shook and her body arched as Jordan brought her to orgasm point, and he was covered in her juice.

“Aaaahhh!” She screamed.

“Scream baby scream!”

Jordan leaned over Meg and kissed her hard on the mouth. She sucked his tongue in and tasted her own aromatic juices. They lay there for five minutes until they’d both calmed down. Jordan stroked Meg’s hair and said;

“I’ll never forget this semester Meg, and I’ll always remember you.”

“We have had fun together haven’t we?” She replied.

There was no mention of love from either of them. They both knew it was only ever going to be a short lived helping of lust between them.

“Hey, let’s eat,” said Meg, in an attempt to be bright.

So they got out of the car and Meg put the seat back and picked up the picnic basket. Jordan found a suitable spot, to lay a blanket down; where they both sat and enjoyed the picnic together.

After a few minutes, Meg pulled a sheet of paper from her bag and said;

“Listen to this; I printed it off Len’s computer this morning. I happened upon it quite by accident.”

It was a very erotic story from an internet sex site, and as Meg read it out to Jordan, she slid down his zip, and pulled out his cock. She rubbed it up and down at an even, steady pace. Nibbling on his ear she softly breathed the sexy words to Jordan, Meg felt how his cock throbbed as it twitched and came to life in her hand.

Then Meg bent over and sucked him to the back of her throat, but gagged because of its enormity.

The picnic now forgotten, as they both became highly aroused, Jordan grabbed hold of Meg and rolled her on her back.

“Need to fuck you right here and now!”

He pushed her dress up as she locked her legs round him, and with an almighty groan shoved his huge Beylikdüzü escort meaty dick in her sopping wet cunt.

“Yeeeeessssssss!”

Over and over he thrust, harder and faster. Resounding groans filled the air. Then he released his creamy cum with vigour as they both reached orgasm and held each other tightly, just before they collapsed, spent on the blanket.

“Mmmmm. What a great fuck!” Meg said as she closed her eyes.

“You bet your beautiful ass lady!” Jordan agreed.

They both drifted off to sleep. When they awoke they were snuggled up in each others arms.

Suddenly Meg jumped up, and as she gathered everything up said;

“Come on sleepyhead, let’s put this stuff back in the car and go for a walk.”

Jordan followed, and when everything was put away, they headed into the hills for a walk together, not realising that the sun had disappeared behind a dark cloud. Soon they came to a copse. They sat and rested under a tree.

Suddenly Meg looked up as she felt a raindrop on her head. As she stood she felt another splash on her face and trickle down her throat. It found a pathway between her breasts. A second trickled down. Followed by a third. This time it was accompanied by Jordan’s lips. All the way down her breasts as he licked the rain from them.

But the rain came down faster and it dripped from Meg’s drenched hair onto her already soaked dress that clung to her body and made her nipples more prominent. Jordan pushed her up against the tree, and sucked hard on her tits through the thin cotton of her dress.

Meg’s whole body shivered. She wasn’t sure whether it was from the rain which seeped through her dress and made her body cold, or from the excitement of the young stud in front of her and the thought of his cock shafting her tingling cunt once more.

Jordan lifted Meg’s knee over the crook of his arm, as he pulled down his shorts to expose his massive prick. He jammed it high up her hole as she dug her nails into his shoulders and yelled;

“Yessssss!”

Again and again he thrust into her. Their groans echoed round the trees as they fucked. But Jordan didn’t let up. Harder and harder, with primal forces in control of his body he humped Meg against the tree.

He lay her down amongst the soaking wet blades of grass and stripped her of her sodden dress. The grass had a scent that would remain in of Meg’s memory banks for a long time to come.

As the rain continued to beat down on their naked bodies they bumped, ground and groaned as they fucked. Sweat poured down their naked bodies intermingled with raindrops.

Yet Meg and Jordan felt no cold as their bodies shook with the excitement and their faces contorted with the electricity that coursed through them. Meg drenched his cock with her cum just as he held her up close to him and filled her cavern for the second time that day with thick creamy white spunk.

“Oh My God!” She yelled.

“Oh baby you are so good!” shouted Jordan.

Suddenly they realised they were lying naked in a rainstorm that showed no signs of stopping. They looked down at the grass stains on their bodies. As they dressed again Meg said;

“I think we’d better go and find shelter somewhere. Come on.”

Jordan took hold of her arm and they raced away from the trees back toward the car.

“Look over there,” he said as they were halfway back. “Looks like an old hut or something. We could shelter. Come on let’s go there.”

They ran down the hill and came to the hut which turned out to be some sort of unused shack. Meg tried the door, which thankfully opened when she turned the handle and pushed.

“Come on then, we need to shelter.” she said to Jordan.

They both went in, cautiously looking around. There were a few sparse items of crudely made wooden furniture, and an old wood burner was in the corner.

“Well somebody lived here once upon a time,” said Meg, “but I don’t think they do now, because there are cobwebs on the ceiling. We can rest here till the storm has passed.”

But Jordan wasn’t listening. He was just gazing intently at the way Megs dress clung to her wet body. It made every curve in her form so obvious to him. Better than any wet t-shirt competition! This was the real deal! Her next words were music to his ears.

“We need to get out of these wet clothes and put them somewhere to dry.”

Jordan got the burner going so there was a bit of heat. They found a couple of cloths to wipe themselves down, and stripped and draped their clothes to dry over the furniture. Then they lay down on the bed together.

Meg suggested that they should get some sleep while the clothes dried, so they covered themselves with an old patchwork blanket and shut their eyes.

**********************

With dawn the first sunrays of the morning filtered through the window and came to rest on the two sleeping bodies. Jordan was the first to stir. Longingly he gazed at Meg, with her hair strewn over her face in a tangled web and her breathing soft and regular. She murmured and he strained Beylikdüzü escort to listen but in her sleep she wasn’t talking clearly enough for him to understand.

He gently stroked the hair from over Meg’s cheek and kissed her. As he carefully peeled the blanket away trying not to wake her, he continued his kisses, unable to resist. Along her neck to the tip of her shoulder, he slowly continued, down the rise and fall of her breast to her puffy pink areola, which he licked.

Jordan trailed his affections around to the darker pink of her now protruding nipple, which he took between his lips and teased with his tongue. As Meg stirred and stretched, the blanket dropped from her to the floor as she rolled to be on her back. Her nakedness now obvious to Jordan seemed so warm and beautiful to him. Her softness was enticing, her open body so inviting. He kissed her lips and smiled as he pushed his fingers between her open legs and gently felt along her velvety pussy.

Meg opened her eyes and smiled at Jordan.

“Good morning to you.” He said. “It looks like the storm has passed.”

Meg smiled, as she put her arms around Jordan. He kissed her tenderly on the lips, then slid down her body and kissed the insides of her thighs. He administered tiny nibbles, that made her jump and squirm and sent thrills through his own body. He lifted her legs and held them high as his eyes searched around her body and memorized all the different shades of pink that made up her cunt from her outer labia to her clit hood.

As Jordan ran the tip of his tongue all along every inch of her cunt he smelled her sweet musky arousal. He tasted the juice that leaked out of Meg, as her legs started to shake and her back arched. Soft moans escaped Meg, which evolved into squeals of pleasure as Jordan continued.

“Oh baby,” moaned Jordan as he came up for air, “You really are something special!”

“And you’re one hell of a guy Jordan.” She replied.

Jordan resumed ministrations, and Meg wound her legs, wet with her own cum, around his head, almost rendering Jordan deaf, as he tongue fucked her relentlessly. Yet somehow, in the midst of her joy Meg felt a tinge of sadness as she knew Jordan would be off to Africa in a week or so, and she wasn’t sure if she would see him again. Africa seemed so far away, and she looked toward the window.

But as Meg looked she got a shock. At the window there was a cloaked figure that seemed to be looking in watching them. It frightened Meg and she sat up with a start! She grabbed the blanket and covered her body.

“What’s the matter baby, you look scared to death?” Jordan queried.

He sat on the bed with her and put his arm around her as she clung on to him and shivered with fright. They wrapped the blanket around their bodies and cuddled for a while.

“Ssomeone’s outside.” Meg stuttered. “They were watching us through the window.”

But when Jordan looked he couldn’t see anyone. He could see the fear in Meg’s eyes and said;

“I’ll check the clothes to see if they’re dry. We should get them on. I’m amazed we slept so long. Then I’ll try and get the burner going again, it’s a bit chilly in here.”

“Thanks Jordan, that would be a good idea, and we could perhaps collect the remains of the picnic from the car to have for breakfast before we return home.”

Luckily the clothes were dry, and they dressed quickly. Jordan hunted around for some more wood and got the burner going again which brought welcome heat into the room. Before they could do anything else they both heard the creaking sound of the doorknob as it turned, and they looked in the direction of the door.

In the doorway was the same cloaked figure that had appeared at the window. A shiver went down Meg’s spine. Meg and Jordan saw a petite woman standing there. She had pale skin and long wispy blonde hair, and was about 25 years old. She stepped inside and looked around with an air of trepidation, as though trying to familiarize with something. Finally she stepped forward and spoke with a quiet unassuming voice.

“This was my place, a few years ago. I’m Sylvia. Do you mind if I come in and get warm? It’s cold outside.”

“Come in Sylvia, sit down and get warm.” Meg said, as she looked her over.

Meg gave her car keys to Jordan and asked him to go and get the picnic basket from the car.

“I think I’ll be OK here with Sylvia. You know how women like to talk; I can get to know her as we get warm.”

So Jordan agreed and as he went out he glanced back to see the two ladies sitting deep in conversation, close to the burner in order to keep warm. He smiled as he closed the door.

But however hard she tried Sylvia could not get warm. Meg wrapped the blanket around her, but she still felt icy cold. Sylvia touched Meg’s arm and made a suggestion which surprised her. But after thinking for a minute or two Meg agreed.

“I’m so cold, and we seem to be getting on so well, do you think I could share your body warmth please.”

They got up on the bed and with the blanket covering Escort Beylikdüzü them, they both lay back and held each other close. Meg giggled.

“If only my husband could see me now!”

She smiled and held Sylvia against her mature curves, where she relaxed and laid her head on Meg’s ample breast. She was surprised and slightly shocked at the way Sylvia’s touch was producing tingling feelings around her. It was something totally new to her and though unexpected, not at all unpleasant.

They both closed their eyes and dozed for a short while. As she stirred, Meg felt Sylvia touch her, gently stroking her body, with feather light caresses barely touching. She watched with sleepy eyes as Sylvia licked the very tips of her fingers, and let them trace down her left cheek, along the side of her neck and let them graze her chest. As she watched the rise and fall of the breasts and she let them travel under the soft orbs.

As she brought her fingers up and touched her tongue again Sylvia realized Meg was awake and hadn’t moved, she smiled, leant over and kissed her very softly, very tenderly on her lips.

“Sshh,” she whispered, and put her finger to her lips. “Relax. Let me make you feel good.”

Meg nodded meekly. She was very unsure of what to say or expect. Here was a stranger who seemed to care about feelings. She realized it probably wasn’t the right thing for her to be doing, and mixed up thoughts of Len and Jordan floated across her mind, and she wondered what they would think. All the same she was she was extraordinarily aroused by Sylvia’s touch.

Sylvia gently rolled Meg onto her back and lifted her dress up and off over Meg’s head as she crooned softly, captivated by Meg’s naked beauty. She then continued her advancement with light touches and wetted finger tips all down Meg’s soft breasts. She encircled her well protruded nipples lightly and trailed them along her belly tickling her navel. These touches were closely followed by angel kisses as Sylvia parted Meg’s legs a little and straddled her body.

Meg’s nerve endings were set on edge with each tender touch, she exhaled soft sighs as her body squirmed and her head whipped from one side to the other at every contact.

Sylvia paused, and glanced up at Meg as she discarded her own clothing. Leaning forward she fastened her soft lips around Meg’s large tits and suckled her nipples as her tongue caroused and teased the puffy areolas. As Meg moaned louder Sylvia continued her assault on Meg’s body.

She gently reached a hand down, touched Meg’s hot, wet, tingling pussy, pressed her palm flat against it, and tickled her ass cheeks with her fingertips. Meg squealed as she writhed around on the bed. Shivers ran through her like an electrical dynamo, her pussy tingled with fervour and she dripped with juice that collected in Sylvia’s palm.

They both enjoyed the fruits of Meg’s excitement as Sylvia brought her wet hand up and they in turn licked the juice off it. Then as they shared a deep erotic kiss they tasted it from each other.

“You have a wonderful body Meg,” Sylvia remarked as she slid down again, and gently kissed it here and there, till she was lying between Meg’s legs. Sylvia distributed tiny nibbles all over the inside of Meg’s thighs and pushed her tongue through her slit into her core and tongue fucked till she screamed out and her juices flowed into Sylvia’s mouth.

“Aaaaahhhh!”

Meg screamed loud and clear. Her legs shook and her body twisted as her head whipped.

Then as she calmed a little, Meg opened her eyes; she turned her head and got a huge surprise.

“Sylvia!” she hissed as she tried to attract her attention.

******************

Sylvia looked up to see what Meg was looking at. They both stared.

Jordan was a few steps from the bed, standing with his cock out pointed towards them. He was furiously rubbing it as he watched them having fun. Dewdrops of precum had appeared on the head, and the women watched as it dripped off.

“How long have you been there.” Questioned Meg?

“Long enough” He panted, as he continued to rub.

“You seem a bit worked up.” Sylvia said.

She looked up at him as he moaned, and worked on his dick.

“Let’s taste you.”

“Yeah let’s,” Meg agreed.

Both ladies got up and rested on their knees. They beckoned Jordan over.

Jordan almost swaggered over to them, filled with lustful anticipation as his cock twitched and jumped. The sight of two naked women as they reached out to pleasure him was almost too much for him to bear, and he groaned as they both leaned over and touched him.

Each grabbed hold of an ass cheek to hold as they let their tongues glide slowly along Jordan’s stiff rod, up and down till he was virtually wobbling. Jordan moaned louder and louder.

“Oh God!” he cried.

“Aaaaghhh!!!”

Before Jordan quite realized what was going on, the two women had pulled him onto the bed and were playing with his body like he had never been played with before. He closed his eyes and enjoyed with immensity the thrills that coursed through his body as they took control. Sylvia and Meg kissed him all over, and took turns sucking his cock using different speeds and rhythms. They let their tongues play with it, while they massaged and tickled his balls.

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Summary: Author learns her racist beliefs are very, very wrong.

Note 1: Thanks to Jedd for the idea and the detailed outline… this story is as much his writing as mine.

Note 2: Thanks to Robert, goamz86, and Wayne for editing.

Warning:

This story is about a racist white woman who is turned into a slut for Indian cock and cunt. If this offends you please don’t read further.

Jasmine Fantasies: Going Native

JASMINE WALKER

Jasmine Walker awoke slightly groggy from the night before.

There had been quite a bit of wine involved at her friend’s 40th birthday party, and while not exactly hung over, she was not feeling great either and it definitely was a mistake to get that wild… the night before a lengthy drive.

Jasmine was a sought after educational speaker and had a conference she was headlining in Ottawa, the capital of Canada… her native homeland.

She could have flown, like she usually does, but it was spring, the snow was finally gone, her husband was away on one of his two week long work trips, it was a May long weekend and she figured she might as well take her time and enjoy the country she just never seemed to get to see. She took off two extra days with her EDO’s and headed out for a long drive… her iPod full of blues songs she had downloaded off iTunes.

The conference started on Monday and with Friday off, she could meander her way through the province, making stops wherever she wanted… like surprising her sister-in-law in Toronto. She even planned to take some of the back roads to enjoy the scenery and just get away from the intensity of city life and the school grind. She taught high school English and this was decidedly not the best semester of kids she had ever taught.

As the alarm beeped, she rolled over and slammed the snooze button. Why the hell was she getting up at five in the morning? Of course, she had had no intentions of not getting to bed until 2am… but seeing old friends was a blast and the time flew by (like it always seems to).

When she opened her eyes next it was nine. She jolted up. What the hell happened? Why didn’t the snooze work? She quickly jumped into the shower and allowed the warm water to wash her cares away. As she moved the shower head down to wash her legs, she gave herself a spray in her neglected pussy. She hadn’t seen Mike in a week and wouldn’t for another week. Two weeks without cock was a mighty long time… and she had also forgotten her sex toys that she always brought with her (a suction cup wall cock, a we-vibe, a magic wand and a rabbit vibrator were all toys that rotated being her fuck toy for the night; she also had a vibrating butt plug for the rare times she wanted it in the ass).

Although no one knew this, Jasmine was actually silkstockingslover, a prolific erotic writer on a website called Literotica. She had over 200 stories published in a variety of genres. No one would suspect this from a no-nonsense teacher, this world renowned speaker (she had spoken in dozens of Canadian cities, another twenty in America and had done one European tour), mother of two (the kids were staying with their grandparents for the weekend) and loving wife. She also was a submissive to her husband, something else no one would believe.

She considered getting herself off with the shower head, but realized she needed to get on the road. She washed her body, shampooed her hair and shaved… all of it. She was of the mindset that hair on a woman only belonged on her head and nowhere else (something her husband and her much more dominant previous boyfriend had entrenched in her psyche long ago)

Once she had finished ridding herself of the pesky hair, she moved her hand up and down her smooth snatch, always liking the feeling. This got her horny and she figured a few more minutes wasn’t going to hurt anyone… this was, of course, her road trip.

Jasmine moved her left hand between her legs, while moving her right up to her breasts. They were 34B and although not jugs by any means, her husband liked them and the right push-up bra made them look much bigger than they really were (and all her bras were push-up bras).

Her nipples were extremely sensitive, as if they were directly wired to her clit. She slowly stroked her middle finger up and down her slit, waiting for her juices to provide lubrication for entry. She didn’t wait long as she could feel the moisture growing within her, enabling her to penetrate herself.

As she pumped one, then two fingers inside her box, she tweaked her nipples with her right hand. One, then the other, she pulled and rolled the nubs. For medium sized breasts, her nipples sure seemed big in proportion. They were larger than a dime, and stiffened with the slightest of contact (one of the reasons she always wore a bra… and, of course, the push-up bras flattered her chest area).

Continuing Beylikdüzü escort to tweak the hard eraser tips, she stroked the two fingers inside her now sopping cunt. She found the little pad there, and rubbed briskly. She was tweaking her nipples harder now, as she reached for the shower head and brought it to her burning box. Her breathing was getting faster as her orgasm began to rise. Doing it standing up in the shower made it take way longer.

She had begun grinding herself on the shower head, when her cell rang.

‘Fuck’ she sighed to herself.

She considered ignoring it, but it could be important (her husband, or kids, or agent). ‘I really should get ring tones for the important people in my life’, she thought to herself as she got out of the shower to grab her phone, dripping wet in more ways than one.

PIPER WHITEDOVE

Piper Whitedove entered the door without locking it behind her. It was just after five a.m. and the store wouldn’t open for nearly two hours. She didn’t have anything to fear from any of the people on the reservation though. As for any travelers who might want to do her harm, or steal from her business, Piper was well prepared. She carried her pistol with her, had her knife strapped to her calf, and kept a shotgun behind the counter. Not to mention her sister, who while not always at the top of Piper’s list, was fiercely loyal to her, Uncle Joe who was not to be messed with without consequences, and a wealth of community members who owed a debt of gratitude to her family (not that this was a violent area, it’s just she was raised to always be prepared).

Her family was well respected and helped many of the tribe members still here. Quite a few had left the rez to strive for a better living in the outside world. But Piper stuck it out, running this general store even after her parents had returned to Oklahoma. Her father, 1/4Cherokee, and her mother, 1/2 Choctaw, were originally from Oklahoma. Piper and Peyton had both been born there actually, but moved at a young age to Quebec when their parents had bought into a casino on the reservation there. They were really too young to notice at the time, but as they grew older, wondered, why in the hell Quebec? And while they were at it, why the hell did they name their children Piper and Peyton? I mean, they weren’t all into the back to native thing, and weren’t for naming their kids Running Elk and Happy Coyote, or some such shit, but they were kind of proud of their heritage. Where did they get the idea of some preppy pretentious names like that?

Piper could only chalk it up to something besides tobacco in their peace pipes. And if the names weren’t enough, weren’t there any other reservations in Canada? They had little in common with the Indians in Quebec. Contrary to the thinking of many white people, there was a vast difference in North America’s tribes. Her family had lived in Oklahoma for many generations, although historically they were from the southeast part of the country. So south to north, it was quite a difference in their traditions. Hell, it could have even been western Canada, where besides the original tribes, there were remnants of the Lakota and Cheyenne, closer to her origins. Still, this was only as she had grown and discovered a bit of her history. Really these people now were who she had grown up around, and because of the generosity of her parents, they felt a sense of kinship, and looked after the girls. Then ironically, on a trip to the states, her parents had won the lottery $23 million dollars. After taxes.

While the casino in Quebec was an investment, and a profitable one, her parents had always longed for Oklahoma. The girls did not, having spent the better part of their lives on the Rez. So, when the time came, Mom and Dad moved back to Oklahoma, and Piper and Peyton stayed put. They now owned the store outright, and it was quite profitable. They also had the portion of the winnings their parents had left, which was several million. She didn’t have to work here, but she enjoyed it. She loved the people here, despite the tribal differences. She loved seeing new people stop in on their travels, as many stopped at her store and stayed at her motel while spending money in her casino. And an unfortunate few even had to have automotive work done in the shop she had set up for Uncle Joe. In the end, Piper and Peyton ran the Rez.

So life was pretty good. There were certainly no financial problems, she met interesting and varied people, and she was well respected and loved in her community, which she, in turn, loved to invest back in… giving more back to the community than the federal government ever did (but treaty rights and a lack of respect by white government is a story for another time).

Piper’s sex life was another matter though. She supposed it was her own fault. While she widened her playing field by being thoroughly bisexual, she diminished it by being the domme she was. Beylikdüzü escort Oh, she wasn’t into latex and whips; that just seemed silly to her.

But she was completely in charge in the bedroom. Or kitchen. Or back of the store. Wherever the mood struck her. However, that didn’t fly too well on the rez. There were only two lovely young dark skinned beauties willing to fall to their knees at her command and although she enjoyed each of them and their eagerness to please… she got bored easily.

And forget about the men. Not a single one, when they discovered her dominant persona, was willing to submit.

That left the odd tourist, and that was such a hit and miss proposition, that when she had one, she would thoroughly and completely use them… seducing travellers was her biggest turn on… especially when she turned a straight woman into a cunt muncher. That said, being a millionaire and not having to worry about her job, she had become more aggressive in her seductions and unknown to her the perfect candidate was about to saunter into her life.

JASMINE WALKER

“Hello?” Jasmine answered, on the fifth ring, still trying to dry off.

“Mrs Walker?”

“Yes.”

“This is Anna Graf from the administrative office. We received a call from Global Air that you had not validated your flight reservation. If you do not by end of business today, they will cancel this reservation. Mrs. Walker, if that happens, the school will not authorize further travel funds, and in addition to bearing the cost yourself, you may be required to reimburse the school these funds.”

Jasmine fumed inwardly. She had told this dumb blonde bitch three days ago to cancel the flight as she was going to drive. In addition, the next day she had faxed the notice to do so for her and emailed as well. She knew her secretarial skills were not why Anna was still employed at division office. It was more for her dictation skills with the director that she still had a job. Or more properly ‘dicktation.’ Though Jasmine had also heard that her oral talents were also valued by the assistant director, a female. So at least she was an equal opportunity whore.

Jasmine couldn’t blame her, she guessed. She was as attractive as she was dumb. It was probably an instinct to Anna to know that she should go with her physical attributes, which she possessed in abundance, and not her mental ones, which she was sorely lacking. While Jasmine herself had fantasized about being with a woman many times (a quarter of her stories were in the lesbian category and the major theme was being seduced and dommed by a younger girl… just like Anna), she could never get the guts to actually do it.

Best to try to explain it to the dumb bitch again, as getting mad would probably go over her head. “Miss Graf, I spoke with you on Tuesday. I told you I would not be taking the flight, I would be driving. I even faxed a statement to that effect the next day, as well as an e-mail, of which I have a copy. I know it is a Friday, but as I am off today and next week. I will not be flying. Any travel preparations should be handled by your office as I took the necessary steps to inform you of my changes.”

“I apologize Mrs. Walker. I do seem to remember some sort of a conversation, though I don’t recall seeing a fax or e-mail. I’m sure if you have your copies, we can fix this when you get back. I will call the airline.”

Jasmine rolled her eyes as she heard the director say something in the background and the return giggle from Anna.

“That will be fine Anna. I will stop in on my return and we can rectify the issue then. Goodbye.”

“We can rectify the issue then,” Anna mocked inwardly.. Stuck up bitch. She thought using those big words made her better than others. Cunt! Well, Anna had something rather big too, and she knew how to use them just as well as Jasmine could use her big words.

After all, Mr. Pierre was the director, so he outranked Jasmine. And he much preferred Anna’s big assets, over Jasmine’s big words. Too bad for her, Anna thought. She wasn’t a bad looking woman. Late thirties, maybe early forties. Pretty face, though she seemed to wear it in a constant scowl. Not much in the tits area, but she had beautiful legs. Anna wouldn’t mind having a taste of that dish herself, but the bitch probably wouldn’t go for it. Perhaps it would be more fun for Anna to ride that pretty face, and give Jasmine a long overdue snack. Oh, well, her loss. Mr. Pierre and Ms. Jordan appreciated her, she thought, unknowingly confirming what Jasmine had assumed.

PIPER WHITEDOVE

Piper had the store opened and business was pretty good this morning. She had not yet seen any prospects for her growing horniness though. She couldn’t understand it sometimes. She tried to fit the stereotype so many tourists wanted to see by wearing buckskin nearly every day. Even her skirt and blouse were buckskin as were her nearly knee high Escort Beylikdüzü moccasins. Her concession to the modern world though, was her thigh highs stockings. While her moccasins came nearly to her knees, her fawn colored stockings extended further, to her upper thighs.

Piper loved the feel of the sheer silk, and loved the looks she got in them. With her so called red skin and her toned body, gained by the physical labor in the store, she drew the eye of many, of both sexes.

She was blessed with a set of 34C tits, a firm muscular ass, the high cheek bones that many felt were the best asset of her people, and thick black hair hanging halfway down her back.

She frequently wore it in one or two braids to accentuate the image. She was so much more than someone’s stereotype of her, but if it got her laid, who was she to complain? Of course, the fact that she frequently went without panties just above those stockings probably didn’t hurt. If she had on any at all, it was a thong, and today was not one of those days. It had been over three weeks since her last orgasm that was not self-induced, and she needed it… badly

The last time, a couple of kids on spring break had been fun. Boyfriend and girlfriend, in their final year of high school, the two had rejected the idea of so many of their colleagues to head to a beach for the break, and thought they would stay in Canada and go skiing. They were full of themselves, both having recently turned 18 a few weeks apart and liked to think they were making their own decisions. When they stopped in her store to gas up and play a few slots, Piper made a decision for them. It was a gift of hers to know who was willing to submit to her, just like a homosexual having gaydar.

She could spot a sub, and these two were perfect. After a night in one of her hotel rooms, the ski trip was forgotten. The guy, she treated as her personal walking dildo, riding his pole when she felt like it, his orgasm of no consequence to her. If he needed release he could fuck the girlfriend, who learned to eat her first pussy, while Piper waited for the boyfriend to get hard again. Piper smiled at the memory of turning the girl out. While the boy, whose name had already faded from memory, recuperated, Piper still had a horny going on, so she strode to the girl, who had just been fucked, so Piper wouldn’t have to take his load. She was not keen on creampies.

As he lay exhausted waiting for his cock to rise again, Piper decided it was time for an education. The girl was sitting up on the edge of the bed, when Piper placed her hands on her shoulders.

“What are you doing?” the young girl asked, as Piper slowly guided her to lie back on the bed.

“I’m letting you try a new dish,” Piper spoke as she slowly worked her way up the girl, culminating with her dripping snatch hovering over the girl’s stunned face.

“I’m not like that,” she protested.

“You will be now,” Piper smiled down at the girl whose life was going to be forever altered once she had her first taste of pussy.

“I’ve never been with another woman. It isn’t right,” she protested, as Piper put her hand to the back of the girl’s head and guided it into her smoldering twat.

Piper said, “Oh but it feels so right to me. I could tell you were a submissive little bitch when I met you. It’s easy. Stick out your tongue, and lick me where you like him to lick you. Suck on my clit some, and try to work that tongue up into my snatch.”

“No, please,” the girl protested. “I just can’t!”

“Shh, shh. Of course you can,” Piper told her, and then lowered her lower lips to the reluctant girl’s upper ones and started to fuck her face.

As always happens, after a brief hesitation, the girl started tentatively licking.

“Oh yesss, right there. See, you’re a quick learner,” Piper moaned a minute later as the girl finally started to warm to her task. Piper eventually exploded all over the girl’s face, which also stirred the boyfriend’s cock to life again.

As the girl kept licking her, the boy pounded Piper from behind.

Then, being nice for once, she decided she would give these two a small reward.

Though she usually didn’t let men finish off inside her, (she loved a hard cock, but that stickiness was just another thing to clean), she allowed him to shoot his load inside her and then had his Barbie bimbo of a girlfriend clean her up with that wet cleaning utensil in her mouth.

She fucked them for a couple days until she tired of them. Then she called Peyton and turned them over to her. Upon arriving, Peyton asked, playfully, “For me?”

Piper, kissing her sister goodbye, and smacking her ass with a loud crack replied, “Yeah, I’m done with them. Do what you wish and turn them loose afterward.”

“You know we practice catch and release here,” Peyton grinned as she looked at the two cute playthings.

Piper thought, as she left, ‘they have no idea what’s in store for them’. In spite of what Piper had put them though, they were going to think it was vanilla sex before her sister was done. They had shared lovers before, and some of the stuff she had witnessed, she didn’t know whether to laugh or cry at some of their conquests. Peyton was a freak!

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James opened the door into the house he shared with his fiancée Anne and was surprised not to see her right there in the kitchen or in the living room. He called out and received no answer. He stepped inside and saw the note waiting for him on the coffee table. “In the shower,” it read, with a small arrow pointing up the stairs.

He had received many notes like this before. Smiling, he loosened his tie and kicked off his shoes, halfway hard as he made his way to the stairs. He could hear the shower running now and he quickened his pace. He was almost to the top of the stairs when he heard someone giggle. It was unlike Anne’s laugh and he paused for a moment before taking the stairs two at a time. When he reached the door, he sucked in breath to compose himself and then he opened the door without knocking. Behind the shower curtain he could see three curvy figures and his cock strained against his pants. “Baby?” He called.

Anne pulled the shower curtain back, grinning at him. She was standing there naked and soapy, between two other women. The one behind Anne had flaming red hair with a neat, matching red bush. Her chest was the largest James had ever seen, even larger than Anne’s. She was moaning in a soft sweet voice rubbing her huge tits against Anne’s back. She was near Anne’s average height, with creamy white skin and plump hips and thighs. She smiled at James as she touched his fiancée, her bright green eyes sparkling.

The woman in front was a bit taller than Anne; she had a rack comparable to hers, with tiny pink nipples. She too had pearly white skin and an incredible ass that Anne couldn’t seem to keep her hands off of. It jiggled under Anne’s hands and the girl was fingering herself, biting her lip as she watched James, her bright blue eyes flashing invitingly.

“James,” Anne said, pointing over her shoulder to the redhead. “This is Emily.” Emily waved with her fingers, biting her lip and Anne put her hands on the raven haired girl’s hips before spanking her round ass , “This is Brooke.”

“Hey there,” Brooke purred. She ran her hands along her body, licking her full lips.

Rock hard, James began undoing his shirt as he watched the three girls giggling and soaping each other up. “He is so hot,” Emily whispered to Brooke.

“I hope he leaves that tie on,” Brooke whispered back, arching her eyebrow as she watched him undress. The raven-haired girl couldn’t keep her eyes off him; she eyed the James’ crotch hungrily. She was clearly the sluttiest of the three girls in the shower. James couldn’t wait to give her the fuck she was so desperate for.

Anne grinned at him. “Let’s give my boyfriend a show, girls,” She said before turning to kiss Emily slow and hard, slipping her tongue into the redhead’s mouth. James found it hard to tear his eyes from Brooke’s pussy, where her fingers were working furiously. He heard Anne moan and he broke his electric eye contact with Brooke to watch as Anne and Emily’s tongues touched, teasing each other. Their large breasts were mashed together; James could imagine their hard nipples brushing and he couldn’t help but to rub his cock through his pants.

Brooke grabbed Anne, gripping her chin as they kissed. The girls’ pussies rubbed against each other, their moans echoing through the steam. Brooke kissed down along Anne’s neck and breasts, pulling her body close. “Doesn’t Emily look lonely?” Anne asked James sweetly over her shoulder.

Emily slid her hand slowly up her thighs to the thatch of red hair at her crotch, beckoning to him with her other hand. James stepped toward the running shower, not caring if his clothes got wet. When he reached the curvy redhead she grabbed his tie and pulled him in for a kiss. She slipped her tongue into his mouth, she tasted like cinnamon and James’ cock grew harder. Emily deftly undid his pants and pushed them down, making sure to thoroughly feel up his hard cock. His boxers followed soon after.

When he was fully undressed, it was Brooke that pulled him into the shower. James wondered for a moment if Anne had this exact moment in mind when she insisted on buying the house with the extra-large shower.

Brooke slid her hands along his thighs and up to his cock, kissing Beylikdüzü escort and giggling into his neck as Anne and Emily made out behind him. James pressed Brooke against the cold tile, his hands on either side of her against the wall, enjoying the way she squealed at the coolness. He thrust his cock between her legs, teasing it against her wet pussy. She clawed at his back, squirming against him, clearly desperate for it. “Do you want my cock?” James growled into her ear. She whimpered and nodded, clutching onto him.

James plunged his cock deep into her tight pussy, grunting into her neck and holding onto her big round ass for support. She kissed him deep and hard, gripping his hair as he fucked her hard and fast, her moans echoing in the steam. He moved harder and faster into her, she gasped with each thrust as her ass hit the tile, making a delicious smacking sound. She moaned for him, panting his name and wrapping her legs around his. He lifted her by her ass, digging his nails into it and making her scream. He slammed her back into the tile over and over and over as he fucked her as hard as he could.

He slipped his hand between them, rubbing her clit as he pounded into her cunt. She scratched her nails down his back, biting as his neck which only made him go harder. As he rubbed her clit with one hand, he reached out to toy with Emily’s nipple with the other. Brooke was leaning against the wall, rocking up and down on his cock and hand, using him to get herself off.

James licked her lips as she worked his cock, grunting with her. Brooke buried her face in his neck, digging her nails into him as they fucked harder and faster. James grabbed her hips, forcing her back against the wall. He pumped in and out of her hard and fast, working her clit all the time. Minutes later, could feel her coming all over his thick hard cock.

He gently let her down, kissing her slow and harder, biting at her lip. “Good girl,” He whispered gently and she shuddered against him. As he kissed her he felt someone get between their legs, running her hands up and down his thighs as she licked slowly up his cock.

James looked down to find Anne on her knees in the shower, taking his cock as deep as she could after he had just fucked a woman he just met. He gripped Anne’s wet head, pushing her onto his cock as Brooke pulled him back for another kiss. She kissed like a porn star, all tongue and heavy panting, pressing her full breasts against his chest. James could tell Brooke wanted another round but he knew he needed to spread the love. With one hand, James held his fiancée’s head, fucking her face, with the other he pinched and twisted Brooke’s nipples, making her moan into his mouth like a slut, pressing tighter against him, desperate for more cock.

He felt himself getting close and pulled Anne to her feet, pushing Brooke aside to kiss his girl slow and hard. He could taste himself on her; he pressed his cock against her inner thigh, kissing her deeply. Stepping out of the shower, he decided he would save the best for last and instead held out his hand for the redhead, Emily. James had always had a thing for redheads and he was excited that Anne had picked one out for him, especially such a hot one. Small-waisted, but curvy. She stepped out after him and James slipped his arm around her small waist and led her into the bedroom.

Anne had turned down the sheets invitingly and had some candles lit. Emily reached the bed and turned to him. She slipped her arms around his neck, leaning up on tip toe to kiss him. James lost himself in her cinnamon scent and taste. She pressed her tight little body against his and he could feel her wetness on his cock. He suddenly wanted to taste other parts of her.

Slowly, he walked her backwards towards the bed, his cock twitching as he heard Anne and Brooke giggling and spanking each other as they explored each other’s bodies on the small couch in their bedroom. Once again James wondered if Anne had placed it there for a purpose…

He gently pushed Emily onto the bed, she fell back, her delicious looking tits bouncing. James decided he would start there. He slid between her legs, her body immediately arching up into his. He dipped his Beylikdüzü escort head and lapped at one nipple, loving the way she moaned for him and gripped the sheets. Her legs came up around him and he pressed his hips into hers, grinding rhythmically against her. He gripped her wrists, pinning them above her head as he latched onto her other nipple with his lips.

He spent many happy moments there, enjoying her round breasts and hard pink nipples, listening to Anne’s heavy breathing as she and Brooke fingered each other. Occasionally, mouth still on Emily’s tits he looked over to watch Anne and Brooke touching tongues, holding each other close, gripping thighs and tits.

James slowly worked his way down Emily’s perfect body, kissing between her breasts and down to her tummy. He kissed along her hip bones, breathing her in as he got between her legs. He slipped his hands under her thighs and she responded by putting her legs up on his shoulders. He glanced over at Anne who was having her nipples sucked hard, pushing her fingers through Brooke’s hair. He refocused his attention on Emily, lapping slowly and softly at her slit.

James slipped his tongue inside her, gripping her ass to bury his face in her hot wet pussy. She gasped and moaned, gripping his hair. He sucked on her pussy lips, rubbing her ass as she pushed her fingers into his hair, grinding her pussy into his face.

He slowly got to his knees, lifting her bottom half as he went as she leaned up on her elbows. He wrapped his arms around her waist, burying his face in her, kissing and licking the most delicious pussy he had ever tasted. He ate her out with more enthusiasm than he had ever had for Anne’s pussy. His cock was rock hard from her taste and her smell. Emily was screaming and moaning his name, he could feel Brooke and Anne watching him work.

He thrust his tongue deep inside Emily as she came all over his face. He lapped up her juices and regretfully and gently laid her back down. Emily sat up, reaching for him. “I’m not done,” she moaned. He fell on her and she kissed him deeply. The mix of cinnamon and her pussy was nearly intoxicating. He pressed his body against hers, pushing her down onto the bed he shared with Anne and she opened her legs wide for him, biting her lip with an innocent look on her face. He slipped into her cunt deep and hard and began to fuck her with a slow burn, rocking his hips into her, making her moan and writhe with each thrust.

She held him close, thrusting up into him, matching his rhythm. He fucked her slow, pushing deep into her, losing himself in her tightness. She was nearly tighter than Anne. She dragged her nails down his back, making him shudder. He leaned into her perfect body, holding her hips and kissing at her neck as he fucked her.

He was dimly aware of the fun Anne was having, flicking her tongue into Brooke’s nipples and gripping her as Brooke fingered Anne’s g-spot, and he was glad of it. But for the moment there was only the delicious redhead Anne had picked just for him.

Emily ran her hands though his thick dark hair and down his back to his ass, gripping it and pulling him into her, keeping bright green eyes, full of lust, on his. “Harder,” She whispered, no longer innocent. She clenched her hot pussy tantalizingly around his thick hard cock.

James couldn’t hold it any longer. He was about to pull out, perhaps to come on her white tummy or perfect tits, but Emily only gripped his waist harder with her legs. She smiled devilishly up at him and teased her tongue against his lips. “I want you to come on my face,” She moaned. “Please,” She whimpered, pressing her body up into his.

James pulled out, and got over her face. Emily grabbed his shaft with one hand and his balls with the other, stroking him hard and fast as she tickled and massaged his balls. James could feel his orgasm coming and Emily smiled up at him before opening her mouth and closing her eyes, her hands never stilling. James grunted and shot his load all over her pretty, innocent face.

The bed rocked as Brooke and Anne joined them. Emily cuddled up next to Brooke and the two girls stroked each other, kissing softly. Brooke got on top of Emily, kissing and licking Escort Beylikdüzü all over her face, tasting James’ come. His cock responded and he groaned in pleasure. The two girls continued to make out, teasing each other when James felt warm breath on his neck.

“You forgot about me,” Anne whispered, running her hand through his chest hair. She kissed along his neck, licking up it and nibbling on his earlobe. He bit his lip, his cock stiffening as she worked on his neck and Emily kissed her way up Brooke’s thighs.

Suddenly, Anne was on his lap. James could feel her soaking wet pussy. Anne leaned forward, her hard nipples pressed against his chest and she licked his lips playfully. “Girls are fun,” she whispered. “But now I need cock.” Always one to please, his cock snapped to attention, making Anne moan and giggle. She started grinding her hips in figure eights, using her juices to lube him up. “That’s what I like. You just lay right there baby.” She laid her hands on his chest as she moved. “Let me do all the work.”

James ran his hands up the backs of her thighs to her ass, holding her steady on him as she teased his cock, easing her pussy onto it slowly. He moaned for her, rubbing her thick ass. Anne leaned down to kiss him softly, blocking his view of Emily and Brooke, as she took all of him. Slowly, she sat back up, grinding her hips. He lifted his hips, pushing himself deeper and let out a long, low moan.

Anne smiled at Brooke who had her fingers deep in Emily’s red hair as Emily ate her out. “Show my baby some love while I ride him,” Anne suggested to the black haired girl. Brooke bit her lip and grinned, leaning over to kiss James. She gasped and moaned into his mouth as she was pleasured by Emily. She ran her long tongue along the roof of his mouth, making him shiver as Anne rocked her hips back and forth, taking him at a steady, slow pace.

When she reached her orgasm, Brooke screamed into James’ mouth, gripping his hair. She came up for breath and Emily was on her, kissing her deeply, making Brooke taste her own juices. James groaned, digging his fingers into Anne’s ass at the sight. Anne only smiled, giving him a few deep hard thrusts. Emily pulled away and was suddenly on James’ other side, biting at his neck.

James tried to hold off, he wanted to make it good for Anne but he was going into sensory overload. Anne was fucking him good and hard now, making her full tits bounce. He was transfixed by the sight. Brooke and Emily were fighting for his attention, grabbing his face, kissing him, biting at his lips. Emily pushed Brooke off of him and kissed him thoroughly, running her tongue along his, pressing her hard nipples against his.

James kept his eyes open. He didn’t want to miss a thing. Brooke got onto her knees, kneeling before Anne and fastened her lips around one of Anne’s nipples. James’ cock twitched inside his fiancée, he was ready to blow his load but tried to keep it at bay for Anne’s sake. Emily licked along his neck, biting it, sucking it. “I wish I had gotten a chance to suck your cock,” She moaned. James groaned and pulled Anne onto his cock harder.

Anne was screaming now as Brooke flicked her tongue fast, back and forth against her nipple. Anne rode him harder and faster. “Come on, James. Give me your come. I want you to shoot it deep inside me,” She moaned, gripping Brooke’s dark hair.

“Are you sure?” He gasped. Emily was still licking his neck, whispering what a good fuck he was.

Anne bit her lip and nodded. “Yes, baby. We’re all for you.”

Brooke was on his other side now, kissing and biting his neck. Emily leaned back, pinching and rubbing her big, pink nipples as she moaned his name. Anne was fucking him hard and fast, her tits bouncing in his face. “Please,” Anne moaned. It was almost a whimper and James could tell she was close too. “Please, please, come in me,” She begged.

James thrust his hips hard up into her, holding her down tight onto his cock as they came together. He grunted as hot thick ropes of his come shot deep inside her. Anne screamed his name, scratching down his chest. She slumped forward onto him, kissing him deeply, breathing hard through her nose.

After a moment, Anne settled onto his chest, sighing with contentment. Brooke leaned her head on his shoulder and he put his hand lazily on Emily’s thigh, the other stroking up and down Anne’s back. Grinning to himself, he hoped they would all get together again soon.

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