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Little Man Pretty Girl Ch. 01

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Why I went to the club I didn’t know. I guess it was for something to do. I had been alone for so long that I needed the company of others. Even if they did treat me with disdain I still needed to socialize with other humans.

You see I live alone and I work from home. I do security consultant work for companies that are having trouble with hackers. Recently my work revolted around Identify theft.

I used to work in an office but that was even worse than working alone. Each day I would watch as the women in the office coyly flirted with any man that was around, any man but me. It wasn’t because I was homely or because I had a disfigurement.

It didn’t have anything to do with my physical looks as much as my size. You see my growth had came to a sudden stop when I was thirteen years old. At the time I stood five foot two inches tall and thirteen years later my height had not changed. What was even worse I couldn’t put on anymore weight than the eighty-nine pounds I weighed then.

I always wished I had looked more like my father. He stood well over six feet tall and weighed an impressive two hundred and fifty pounds of rock hard solid muscle. Well at lease that was what my mother told me. I never knew my father he was killed by a drunk driver when I was only two years old. I know my mother loved him very much and she stayed faithful to him for five years after his death. That was when my Aunt Betty came into the picture.

As far back as I could remember my mother was a fitness fanatic. I later learned that she would constantly exercise so when she went to bed at night she was exhausted. This caused her to sleep through the night and not wake up crying at the loss of her beloved husband.

When I was able to go to school my mother thought it was time that she did something with her life as well. Not that she needed to work as my father had been very responsible before he died and took out several life insurance polices. When all the insurance polices were paid off my mother received well over three million dollars. My mother had a degree in business management and took an offer as manager of a local health club.

Six months after my mother took the job at the heath club Aunt Betty moved into our guestroom. I’m sure that in the beginning they’re relationship was purely platonic but with in a few months they were sleeping in the same bed.

At the age of seven years old this did not effect me. My beautiful mother doted on me, as did my equally beautiful Aunt. What more could a boy want. My mother of cause treated me like her son but so did Aunt Betty and I treated them both like they gave birth to me.

But here in lies one of my problems. You see most boys, whether they like to admit it or not are physically attracted to women that resemble their own mother. I unfortunately am attracted to women that look like my Aunt Betty. My life might be better if I was attracted to women that resemble my real mother.

You see my real mother and I look very similar to each other in fact once we were asked if we were sisters. I have the same fair skin as my mother. We are also the same height. We weight nearly the same the last time we checked and our hair and eye color is the same. I’ve been told by some that I am the spiting image of my mother.

Aunt Betty on the other hand is very different. She is almost six feet tall and very slim. She has large breasts that overflow her D cup bras. Her legs are very long and well muscled. She is what men think of when they refer to women as amazons. I know in my heart that women that look like my Aunt are unattainable to men like me but I still crave them.

I have tried dating women that were smaller then me, but those women are hard to find and they seek men that are taller and look manlier than I do. Even when I have found a shorter woman that would go out with me my other problem rears its ugly head.

You see being a small man has also had an affect on my manhood. My penis when hard is only three inches long and as thick as a quarter. When the few dates I have been able to get in my bed saw it several of them laughed outright while others told me that they needed a bigger penis to satisfy them. Only one or two were kind enough to not mention my size as a reason to break up with me. But I knew why they broke up with me.

As you could imagine this left me quite jaded when it came to women though I could never turn to men for sex. Not that I had anything against gay men, As my mother was quite active in the lesbian community and I would be brought to many of the gay pride events as a youngster. I found most gay men fun to be around but I never found them to be sexually attractive at all.

Seeing any possibility of having an active sex life as more or less a joke I retreated into my computer at a very young age. I found computers to be my forte. I was enthralled with their workings and spent hour after hour in front of one. When the Internet came along I was instantly hooked on it, as it didn’t matter how big you were as long as you could Bostancı escort bayan punch keys on the keyboard you could get around quite nicely.

At first I tried out the chat rooms like everyone else but they left me feeling empty. It was in one of these chat rooms that I got my first taste at hacking. I found that I was quite good at it and I could get into any system I chose to. I didn’t do any damage or steal any thing of value. I just loved the challenge of getting in. I was careful not to leave any thing that could lead the authorities to me so I never got caught. That’s how I got my first job but instead of hacking into a company I developed safeguards so others couldn’t hack into them.

This was why I came to this club. It had been several months since I was out amongst other people in a social setting and once again I craved other people around me. I needed their closeness and their smells as if to say to me that there were other people out there looking for the same thing I was.

The club was in an old warehouse district that at one time, a long time ago was filled with crates filled with everything a big city needed to survive. Once the transportation system grew and the city could be supplied from the outside. Areas like these highly expensive and highly taxed warehouses were no longer needed. They were bought up by enterprising entrepreneurs and turned into night clubs and loft apartments for the young and wealthy.

It was my first time to this club, as I very rarely went to the same one twice. As usual I had to show my ID as I entered seeing I never looked my age. Once inside I looked around and saw that for it’s size there were very few people in the club. There were only twenty or so people of which most of them were women. Seeing this was a Thursday night I thought it was unusual. You would think there would be more men around with this many free women.

As my eyes surveyed the room I saw standing just inside the door what could only be my image of my perfect woman. She was tall almost six foot in height. She had long shapely athletic legs encased in shear hose atop four-inch high-heeled shoes. Her upper legs were wrapped in her electric blue Lycra mini-skirt that left half her thighs exposed. Her flat hard tummy was bared so one could see the diamond pendant that was pierced though her navel. Her matching top was tight around her large breasts and her nipples were poking though the material. Her face was beautiful and her makeup accented her features perfectly. On top of her head was a mane of golden blond hair that cascaded down to mid back.

She was everything I wanted in a woman and everything I knew I could never have. Even as she stared back at me I turned and walked away toward the bar. I wanted one drink before I went back to my apartment in despair.

I climbed up on to a barstool and ordered a double scotch on the rocks. I waited for the bar tender to ask for my ID but she didn’t ask. I’m sure she knew I was carded when I came into the club. As my drink was poured I placed a twenty on the bar to cover the cost.

From behind me I heard a sweet sultry voice say, “Nancy that one’s on me and I’ll take my usual.” When I turned to see who just bought me a drink I saw my Amazon beauty smiling down at me as she asked, “You don’t mind if I pay for that do you?”

What could I say, well really I couldn’t say anything as my tongue was tied in knots. I barely shook my head no as I watched her slip onto the barstool next to mine. Her smile never left her face as she held out her hand and said, “My names Janie Michaels.”

I took her hand gently and said in a horse whisper, “Jerry Adams.”

Janie smiled and asked, “Is this your first time here? I don’t think I ever seen you here before. I’m sure I would remember someone as cute as you.”

Cute! I hated the word cute when some one was using it to describe me. But for some reason I didn’t mind that Janie was using it. But then again I could care less if she called me a pig as long as she kept smiling at me.

Janie and I talked for a few minutes at the bar before moving to a secluded booth. We continued to talk for the next three hours on every subject you could think of. She was very intelligent and we had a lot in common, from losing our fathers at an early age to working in the computer industry.

Janie was a system analyst but instead of working for a company she was a freelancer who did work for several smaller companies when they needed her. Apparently she did quite well as she had several other analysts working for her and they all did pretty well monetarily.

At two in the morning Janie leaned over and kissed me on the lips before asking, “Would you like to come and see my apartment? It’s just a few blocks away.”

Her kiss was so sweet it made my head spin and my toes curl. There was no way I was going to say no. The fact that I was ill equipped to satisfied this lovely creature wouldn’t have stopped me, though at the time my short comings was the furthest thing Escort Bostancı from my mind.

When I agreed to go with her she kissed me once more and this time she slid her tongue into my mouth. Again I was left dizzy by her kiss before she said, “Finish your drink before we go.”

I downed what was left in my glass as Janie finished off the last of her wine. She then stood up and held out her hand to me. I took it and we walked out of the club hand in hand.

Janie’s apartment was two blocks from the club in fact it was in another of the renovated warehouses. By the time I was less then a block from the club I was finding it difficult to walk in a straight line. I was sure it was because of all the drinks I had and seeing I wasn’t use to drinking so much. By the time we reached her apartment we were laughing at just about anything.

When we finally made it to her apartment Janie pushed me on to one of her couches and started kissing me. Her mouth seemed to be every where and her hands were every where her mouth wasn’t. I’m not sure how it happen but Janie’s top came off and I was sucking on her nipples like a baby while she started rubbing my cock though my pants. It had been so long since anyone other then myself had touched my cock that with in seconds I was dumping a load of cum straight into my pants. Once I came I think I passed out as the next thing I remember was opening my eyes and to a blinding bright light.

When I became accustom to the light I realized that it was the sun streaming in though a large window that went from the middle of the wall up ten feet to the ceiling. I was lying in a bed that was three times bigger then the full size bed that I normally sleep in and the room I was in was at lease thirty foot by forty foot. The bed I was in had satin sheets and a silk lined comforter all in pink. The walls were done in white and there were paintings hanging on three of the four walls.

I knew instantly that this wasn’t my bedroom but it took me a few moments to realize whose bedroom it was. Then I remembered Janie from the night before and I also remembered that I had passed out on her sofa.

My head hurt like some one had hit me with a baseball bat and the rest of my body hurt as well. In fact every muscle in my body hurt so much it reminded me of the last marathon my mother talked me into running with her and Betty. Even my throat and my backside were hurting.

When I pulled the sheet back to get out of bed I saw that I was completely naked. I had no idea where my clothes went, as I didn’t see them anywhere in the room. The only thing I did find was a white satin robe lying at the foot of the bed. With nothing else to wear I slipped into the robe and went in search of a bathroom.

After going to the bathroom I looked in the mirror. My face was slightly puffy and my eyes were blood shot. Other than that I seemed okay except for my head pounding and my muscle aches. I figured I should go look for my clothes and see if Janie was at home.

I looked every where for my clothes until I found Janie working at her computer. Thankfully I didn’t have to punch a clock and no one would notice I wasn’t at my computer at home. When I saw her I cleared my throat and said, “Um can you tell me where my clothes are. I don’t remember getting undressed and I guess I should leave.”

Janie turned at the sound of my voice and smiled. She looked even better than she did the night before. She was wearing a crop top tank top and a pair of baggy shorts. She didn’t look hung over and from what I could see she seemed pleased to see me. She stood and came over to me and kissed me lightly on the lips before saying, “Well just like a man. Get his jollies off passes out and when he does wake all he want’s to do is leave.”

I couldn’t tell if she was joking or if she was upset with me so I quickly said I a bit of a whine, “No it’s not like that I just though you would want me to leave seeing you have work to do.”

Janie gestured to her computer and said, “Oh I’m just answering some emails. It’s no big deal. Besides you can’t leave yet I put your clothes into the washer. You made a bit of a mess in them last night and I thought you would want them cleaned before you put them back on.”

When she mentioned that I had came in my pants a wave of embarrassment swept over me. I instantly could feel my face start to heat up. Janie giggled and said, “Don’t worry lover you’re not the first man to do that and I’m sure you won’t be the last. Now how about I make you some breakfast.”

Just the thought of food turned my stomach and Janie saw it in my face. “Well how about some coffee orange juice and a couple of aspirins.”

Just the though of something to drink reminded me of how thirsty I was. “That sound really good and if you don’t mind do you think I could take a shower too,” I asked.

“Of cause love. I have a new toothbrush you can use and I’ll see what I can find for you to wear, though I doubt I have much that would fit you.” Janie told me as she Bostancı Rus Escort took my hand and showed me to her bathroom.

Once she gave me the new toothbrush she left the bathroom. I quickly found the toothpaste and started to brush my teeth. When I pushed the toothbrush into my mouth I saw a picture in my mind of something being pushed into my mouth. At first I wasn’t sure what it was then the vision became clearer and I realized that it was a penis and a large one at that. I quickly shook my head and the vision disappeared.

I wasn’t sure why I thought of that, as I never had any thoughts like that before. But the vision kept coming back and after a few times I could see that the cock was jutting from Janie’s crotch. The vision stopped coming but I could now see it in my mind quite clearly as if it really happen and I had enjoyed it when it did happen.

When I finished brushing my teeth I stepped into the shower and started to wash up. When I washed my bottom I had another vision of Janie fucking my ass with her cock. This vision was even more vivid than the one I had of sucking her cock. I could almost hear her telling me that I was her girl and she was going to do this every night. I shook my head to clear the vision and quickly washed up and got out of the shower.

The thought of gay sex never bother me but to have these day dreams about a girl like Janie it wasn’t right and I was shaken to my core that I was having them. I stood in front of the sink with my arm braced as if to hold me up while my body shook at what my mind was telling me.

That was how Janie found me when she came back into the bathroom. She wrapped a towel around me and asked, “Are you okay sweetie your shaking like a leaf?”

She held me to her and that simple gesture seemed to relax me. But to cover the real reason why I was shaking I said, “I guess I’m hung over worse than I thought.”

Janie patted my body off with the towel to dry me as she said, “I think you’re dehydrated too. You did have a lot of alcohol last night and that can dehydrate you. Let’s get you dried and into some clothes and I’ll get that orange juice for you.”

Janie started to rub the towel along my back and bottom and before I knew it I was hard. I told her that I could dry myself but before I could get it out Janie reached around me and cupped my package in her hand. She massaged my cock and balls for a second or two before she said sweetly, “Are you going to take care of this too, or are going to let me handle it.”

Before I could say anything Jane turned me around and dropped to her knees. She then bent over and sucked my cock into her mouth. I never had any one do this before and god it felt so good. Her warm wet mouth felt wonderful and the way her tongue played with my cock was nothing I ever felt before. God I didn’t want her to stop, but I couldn’t last that long as I felt a strong urge to cum.

When I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer I said, “Janie I think you should stop. I can’t take that anymore.”

But Janie didn’t stop in fact she sucked even harder and her tongue whipped at my cock inside her mouth. In less than a second I groaned deeply as the first jet of cum fired out of my cock and into Janie’s mouth. I heard Janie moan and she moaned as each squirt of cum was pumped into her mouth.

Once Janie sucked me dry she leaned back open her mouth so I could see the load of cum I had just pumped into her mouth. Once I saw it Janie closed her mouth and made a big show of swallowing my cum.

When she was done she licked her lips and said, “Mmm that was yummy. You must be a vegetarian. I hope you’ll let me do that again I really liked the way your cum tastes. The only thing I didn’t like was all this hair. It tickled my nose.”

I helped Janie to her feet and told her that she could do it any time she like and I would be glad to return the favor. Janie stroked my hair and kissed my forehead before saying in a far away voice, “You will my sweet you will. But for now lets get you dressed so we can get some fluids into you. I hope you don’t mind but I didn’t have anything that I thought would fit you except for a few things and old girlfriend left behind.”

Janie walked me into the bedroom and showed me the clothes that she had found. First was a pair of pink satin and lace panties. I thought to myself that I really didn’t need them until Janie said rather forcefully “I tried to find you a pair of plain white cotton ones but none of my girl friends wear anything like that. I knew you had to wear something under your cloths so I picked out those. The Capri pants are the closet thing I have to pants that I thought would fit you and the tank top isn’t gender specific. As for the sandals they were all I had and I knew you had to wear some thing on your feet. I’m sorry but that was the best I could do.”

I told her that it was okay and I appreciated her efforts. Janie kissed me lightly on the lips and left me to make a pot of coffee. I picked up the panties and once again thought to myself that they really weren’t necessary but Janie made it clear that she thought I needed them so I put them on to make her happy. It’s the lease I could do seeing that wonderful blowjob she just gave me. Beside if she decided that she wanted to give me another one I really should be wearing them.

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New Year’s Eve Bash

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Instead of going out this year for New Year’s Eve, my wife Laura and I decided to have a party at our house. We are a fairly young couple, in our early thirties, and most of the people we invited were also right around our age. We invited about 40 people, and were pleasantly surprised when 30 or so actually showed up. Everyone seemed to have a great time. The alcohol was flowing and everyone was really in a party mood. As the evening wore on, more and more people headed out.

By the time 2:00am rolled around, there were only eight of us left. Those that still remained were really the core group of our friends. By this time we were all pretty damn drunk. I must say that we are all attractive people and you could really feel some sexual tension starting to take hold. I knew that we could all sense it, but I was shocked by the person who tried to remedy it. My sister-in-law Serena suggested that we should play Truth or Dare. I’ve always known Serena to be rather prudish, but I’d sensed an inner wildness, though I’d never before witnessed it. Luckily enough, everyone was willing to play. Laura and I have been actively swinging for some time now, but as far as I knew, nobody else knew about it.

Before I get into the game action, let me introduce you to the participants. I am a tall man at 6’3″ and rather thin at 180 pounds, and have short blonde hair. My wife Laura is about 5’8″ with shoulder-length brown hair. She has nice, perky 36B tits and a soft, round ass. Laura’s sister Serena is a truly beautiful woman. She’s about the same height as my wife and shares a similar ass. The major difference between the two sisters is that Serena has huge tits, at least a D-cup. Serena has short dirty-blonde hair. Brett and Ali are our closest friends. Brett is about an inch taller than me with a more muscular build. He too has short hair like mine, but his is brown. Brett’s wife Ali is about the same height as Laura. She’s thinner than my wife, with the same size tits, and long blonde hair. I’ve always been very attracted to Ali, though nothing’s ever gone on beyond flirting between us. I’d always believed that Laura was attracted to Brett, though I’d never broached the subject. The third and final guy in our group is my oldest friend, John. John and I met in elementary school and have been friends ever since. John is about 5’10” with a muscular build and short black hair. Rounding out the group are two single women. Gina is a hot little thing that works with my wife. Gina is about 5’4″ with a soft, shapely figure. She has long brown hair and nice C-cup tits to go with a great, somewhat large ass. Gina is probably the sexiest girl in the group. The final participant is a young girl named Melissa that I work with. Melissa’s the youngest of the group at 24. She’s the same height as Laura and also has a nice curvaceous body. She has average size breasts, probably a high B-cup with a soft ass and long red hair. Melissa is probably the least attractive woman in the group, but she’s still very cute, and I’d heard some stories about her that lead me to believe she’s the wildest girl in the group. The eight of us grabbed another drink and headed to the living room to get things started.

Laura and I sat on the sofa with Serena and Brett and Ali sat on the loveseat. Gina sat in the recliner while John and Melissa were relegated to the floor. We drew straws to see who would go first and Brett drew the short straw.

“I’ll start with an easy one.” Brett said. “Ali, truth or dare?”

“Truth.” Ali answered.

“Okay, who’s the best lover you’ve ever had?” Brett asked.

Ali smiled. “Hmm, that’s a tough one…let’s see…the best lover I’ve ever had, that’s a tough one.” Ali said, in a joking tone. “Well, I guess I have to say you, I wouldn’t want to hurt your feelings!”

“Yeah, thanks. That’s real sweet.” Brett responded, mocking anger.

We decided that we’d just continue drawing straws, to set an order, with those who’d already been selected sitting out the draw. The next to draw was Melissa.

“Let’s go with John.” She said. “Truth or dare?”

“Dare.” He answered quickly.

“I dare you to give me a kiss.” Melissa said.

Without hesitation, John leaned into her and gave her a quick little kiss on the lips. We all jeered at the shortness of the kiss and Melissa and John both blushed and tried to laugh it off.

Sure enough, John got to go next. “I pick Gina.” He said.

“Truth.” She answered.

“Do you wish it was you that I just kissed?” John asked her.

Gina hesitated, and then responded, “You bet I do.”

Catcalls and whistles went out with that answer.

I got to go next. I knew exactly who to pick and exactly what I wanted her to select.

“Serena, truth or dare?” I said.

“I pick dare.” Serena answered.

“I dare you to kiss Laura!” I told her. Both Brett and John clearly loved that dare.

Serena looked at Laura and smiled, then leaned in and gave her a nice, soft kiss on the lips. It wasn’t a very long kiss, but it was longer than the Ataşehir Ukraynalı Escort one John and Melissa had shared earlier, and much, much hotter, at least to me!

Laura went next. “What’ll it be, Gina?”

“Dare.” Gina answered.

My wife threw her friend a softball. “I dare you to kiss John.” She said.

Gina stood up from her chair and went over to John. John stood up and Gina gave him a long, wet kiss, with plenty of tongue involved. Clearly the game had been kicked up a notch.

Continuing with the action, Gina got to go next. “Okay Johny, you’re choice.”

“Dare!” He answered right away.

“I want to see that body of yours; take off your shirt!” Gina challenged him. John sighed in disappointment before he took it off. All the girls whistled and cheered at his strong, bare chest.

We were now down to two straws and Ali got the short one. “I pick Melissa.” She selected.

“Since it seems like truth is out the window here, dare me.” Melissa answered.

“I dare you to kiss my husband,” Ali answered.

Melissa went to Brett on the couch and leaned down in front of him and started to kiss him. Ali watched intently as her husband pulled Melissa’s face into his, kissing her deeply. Melissa moaned softly as she pulled away from Brett.

Serena was the final person to go. “Okay Mike, nobody’s picked you yet. Let’s skip the formalities. I dare you to kiss me!”

I did as I was told, though I tried to conceal my excitement. I closed my eyes and leaned in to kiss her. The bitch turned her head at the last second though, so I ended up kissing her cheek. Everyone booed, including me.

We went back to the beginning and Brett got to go again. “This is too boring,” he said. “I’m going to kick this up a notch; Ali, how about you get on the coffee table and give us a strip tease!” Everyone yelled out in excitement at that.

Ali did as she was told, even though she was clearly embarrassed by her husband’s dare. She stood on the table and started swaying her hips. She kicked off her shoes first, one at her husband and the other at Laura. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and took her time pulling it up and over her head, then threw it to the floor. After dropping her skirt, she stepped down from the table, saying, “That’s it for now, guys!” She now wore only a matching blue bra and panties set that left little to the imagination. I was growing hard from her teasing.

Next, Melissa challenged Serena. “Serena, now you do the same as Ali, only you have to stand in front of Mike when you do it!”

Serena stood in front of me, and then bent over placing her hands on my legs. She opened my legs and swayed back and forth, her tits busting out of her cleavage. She pulled her shirt off and placed it around the back of my head. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so her huge tits were now inches from my face. With her shirt, she pulled my face to her and buried it between her tits. I was in heaven, but she quickly pushed me back against the couch. After losing her shoes, she unbuttoned her pants. She bent over in front of me, her ass now within touching distance and pulled her pants down her legs. I had a great view of her shapely ass, since she wore only a small black thong. Now I was rock hard! Serena sat back down next to me on the couch, and I could barely take my eyes off her tits.

John got to go next. “Laura, I’ll be nice to you. You don’t have to do a striptease or anything, but you do have to get completely naked.” He told her.

Laura was more than happy to oblige. “I’ll be right back everyone.” She told us.

When she emerged, all eyes were glued on her. She did her best catwalk impression, her hips swinging back and forth showing off her cute tits and hairy bush. As she walked, she gave a twirl so we could all get a good look at her ass. She returned to the couch, leaving me sandwiched between my naked wife and her bare-breasted sister!

It was now my turn again. “Okay Serena, lose the panties.” I challenged her.

In a blink they were gone, exposing my sister-in-law’s bald pussy.

Laura’s turn was up and she turned the tables on me. “Okay wiseass, I want this couch totally naked!” She exclaimed. I ripped my clothes off in a hurry; everything except my underwear. My hard-on was clearly visible. Before I knew it, Laura reached over and ripped them off. This got the loudest cheer of the evening. It felt strange having seven others staring at my 7″ cock.

Gina went next, and we all knew what was coming. She turned to John and said, “Lose ‘em buddy!”

“Can I have a little help?” He asked her.

“You bet,” She answered.

Gina stood up and pulled down his pants and underpants at the same time. When John’s cock popped out, it hit her on the cheek. “Wow!” Gina exclaimed. I’m sure we all shared the same sentiment, because John wasn’t even totally hard yet, but he had a massive cock!

Ali went next and looked immediately at Brett. “We’ve seen the other two penises in the room,” she Ataşehir Üniversiteli Escort said. “I’m sure these ladies would like to see yours too. Brett undressed quickly. He wore no underwear, so the girls didn’t have to wait long. It turned out that Brett was the smallest of the bunch. He was probably about 5” or so, but he was very thick.

Serena got to finish up the second round. “Since I always have to go last, I want to challenge two people this time.” She said. Everyone agreed, so Serena continued, ” Gina, Melissa, you’re the only two with clothes on; strip each other!”

Melissa and Gina both laughed, and then met each other in the middle of the room. Melissa acted first and removed Gina’s shirt. Gina returned the favor and pulled Melissa’s shirt over her head. Melissa’s has pale skin, so her embarrassment was clearly visible as she was beet red. Melissa unbuttoned Gina’s skirt and pushed it to the ground. Gina now had on a black bra that barely concealed her ample tits and a tiny pink thong which accentuated her hot ass. Gina reached behind Melissa and unhooked her bra. Melissa’s little boobs popped out, her reddish nipples poking straight out. Before Melissa could get to Gina, Gina pulled Melissa’s pants and panties off in one shot, leaving Melissa completely naked, now that her pussy was exposed. Like my wife, Melissa too had a full bush. Melissa removed Gina’s panties before her bra, exposing a small landing strip above her pussy. Gina turned to face towards Laura, Serena and I as Melissa unhooked her bra. Her perfect tits sprang free, giving us a great look at her small brown nipples. I was stunned by how beautiful she looked standing there bare-ass naked. A quick survey told me that all three of the guys were standing at full attention.

Brett went next and told his wife to kiss Melissa, just like he had earlier. Ali stood up and went over to Melissa. Before Ali could kiss her, Melissa voiced her displeasure, “Wait a second, I thought we were all naked, but Ali still has her underwear on!” We hissed and jeered, until Melissa finished Ali’s undressing. Ali has a wonderful tight ass and nice little boobs to match. The girls pressed their bodies together and engaged in a hot, wet kiss. As Melissa turned to walk away, Ali reached down and gave her a slap on the ass.

Melissa went next. “Laura, play with your pussy for thirty seconds, but no more or less.” She said. Laura reached down and began fingering herself with one hand as her other played with her nipples. I could smell the familiar scent of her pussy as she diddled herself.

John then challenged Ali. “Ali: how about you give Gina a hand for a minute?” He asked.

Ali was more than happy to oblige. She went over to the recliner and sat on the arm. She reached down and began massaging Gina’s pussy. Even though I was halfway across the room, I could hear the sloshing noises. After a very short time, Gina began moaning out loud, louder and louder, until she let out a deep sigh as she fell back onto the chair. Ali pulled her hand from Gina’s pussy and ran it under John’s nose, letting him get a sniff of Gina’s scent.

I was shocked at what was going on, but I guess a lot of factors had led to it. Everyone was drunk, everyone was attractive, and the gradual steps had made everything less shocking, leaving no one overwhelmed by it all. I could sense that the game would be ending in a free for all, but I wondered how much longer everyone would hold out.

It was my turn and I turned to my favorite target. “Serena, I want to see your orgasm.” I told her. As she began frigging herself, Laura disappeared for a moment. I didn’t see her return until she was standing next to her sister.

“Maybe this’ll help.” She said, handing her sister a vibrator. Serena started by rubbing the vibrator along her outer lips, and then gradually began pushing it into her pussy, until it was buried deep inside her. The vibrator did the trick as she soon cried out, her face straining with pleasure as she climaxed around her electric helper. She pulled it from her pussy and handed it to Laura. Laura in turn pushed it into my mouth, letting me taste her sister’s juices. I was shocked at how accepting Laura was of my obvious attraction to Serena.

It was Laura’s turn next, and she made a bold move. She turned to Gina and said, “Come over here and eat my pussy.” Gina and Laura had been friends for a few years now and I had often fantasized about just this action. Gina walked over to Laura and kneeled down on the floor in front of her. She held Laura by the hips and pulled her ass to the edge of the couch, then buried her head between my wife’s legs. Since I was sitting right next to them, I could see clearly as Gina began running her tongue up and down over Laura’s pussy. She then reached down and spread my wife’s lips apart, and then buried her tongue deep inside her. Laura was now groaning and squirming beneath her friend. Laura tweaked her nipples with her right hand as she put the left one on the back of Gina’s Ataşehir Vip Escort head. Laura then pushed Gina’s head deeper into her crotch. Shortly after Gina reached up and began teasing her nipples, Laura screamed out one final time before climaxing. When Gina stood up, she looked over to me, then kissed Serena on the lips, sharing the taste her sister’s juices with her.

Gina excused herself to the bathroom and passed on her turn.

Ali then made an interesting choice. She turned to Brett and said, “You know I’ve always wanted you to eat my ass, but you never have. Now you don’t have a choice!”

Brett got a pissed look on his face, but hey, rules are rules, so he turned Ali around so her ass was facing him. He spread her ass cheeks apart and began licking her asshole. Ali seemed to be loving it. She shoved her ass back into her husband’s face and began rubbing it up and down over his mouth as she reached down and began playing with her pussy. She soon cried out as she collapsed face first down onto the loveseat.

Serena went next. “Well little sister, how about you use that vibrator of yours on Melissa?” She said to Laura.

Laura was more than happy to oblige. As Laura walked towards her, Melissa got on all fours, her ass turned away from everyone. Laura got down on the floor behind her and wasted no time shoving it into her snatch. Melissa went wild and started thrusting back into the toy as Laura shoved it in and out. Melissa had a look of pain and pleasure on her sweat-covered face as Laura used the toy to bring her to orgasm.

Again, we were back to the beginning and Brett got to make the next choice. He looked at his wife and said, “Okay Ali, you like ass-play so much, use that vibrator on it!”

Ali seemed unsure, but reluctantly did as she was told. Her ass was still wet from Brett’s licking, but she had trouble getting the toy in her. Brett offered to help and forced it into her. Ali yelled out as he pushed it in. She was clearly in pain and after two or three thrusts; she slapped Brett’s hand and pulled it from her ass. She threw the vibrator to the ground and sat up on the loveseat, obviously pissed.

I sensed that the mood was shifting, so I knew I had to act quickly.

“Okay, enough of this teasing!” I said. I turned to Serena and began kissing her. As we kissed, everyone began pairing up. Gina wasted no time getting hold of John. Laura went right to Brett, leaving Melissa and Ali. Melissa went over to Ali to comfort her and before long they too were engaged in a deep kiss.

I was ecstatic to be one the verge of banging my sister-in-law and wanted no parts pf foreplay. I pulled her on top of me so that her pussy was positioned right by my dick. She got the hint and reached down and took hold of it. She sat up and placed the tip right at her entrance, then slammed down on top of me, taking me in her in one stroke. As she bounced up and down on me, I looked around to see that we were well ahead of everyone else. Gina and John and Ali and Melissa were just kissing and fondling each other. Brett, on the other hand was fingering Laura as they kissed. I took hold of Serena’s hips and started pulling her down on top of me. She aided the process, quickening her pace. I felt her pussy walls tighten around me as she let out a whimper. A rush of fluid deep inside of her put me over the edge as I exploded in her. She lay down next to me on the couch to enjoy the show.

By now Melissa was between Ali’s legs eating her pussy. John was doing the same to Gina, who smiled at me as we made eye contact. Laura was on her knees in front of Brett; his cock in her mouth. Brett soon pulled Laura up from the floor. She straddled him on the loveseat and sank down onto his dick, slowly at first, then quickened her pace. Brett must have been on the brink from the blowjob he’d just received because in a matter of a minute or so, he emptied his seed in my wife. Just as Serena had with me, Laura sat next to Brett to watch the others.

Ali was the next to cry out in pleasure as she soaked Melissa’s face. After a sloppy kiss, Ali slid down to Melissa’s pussy and went to town. Ali was very active, rapidly licking and fingering Melissa’s young pussy. Melissa reached down and began guiding Ali’s head up and down over her pussy as Ali buried a couple of fingers in her. Without so mush as a peep, Melissa slumped down on the couch. Ali pulled her head from between Melissa’s legs, her lips glistening with Melissa’s moisture. Now everyone’s attention was turned to the hottest couple of the group, Gina and John. Gina was slumped down on the recliner, her legs wrapped around John’s ass, pulling him deeper and deeper inside her; Gina’s tits bouncing around with each thrust. Gina was the most vocal of the group, crying out with each thrust. John’s huge dick was buried in Gina to the hilt; an impressive feat. Gina’s screaming got louder and louder until she let out one final earth shattering cry. John pulled his dick from between her legs and covered her bronzed belly with wave after wave of his spunk. I had never seen so much come.

Everyone was exhausted, but Laura obviously wanted more. “Let’s play Monkeys in the Middle,” she said. “We’ll all head to the bedroom and stand around the bed. Then someone yells out two people and the have to get on the bed and have whatever kind of sex they want.”

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It was pitch black, something silky was covering her eyes and all of her limbs were tied up. She didn’t have a stitch of clothing on and she had been there for what felt like hours but couldn’t have been more than several minutes. Every other sense was heightened beyond belief, every door shutting she could hear and she hoped it was him coming back to please her again. She could smell his sent lingering in the room mixed with the smell of sweat and sex from their first love making session. Her body burned with desire and she ached deep in her core. The passion from the first session left her tingling and hot, her pussy dripping for more, her nipples hard on top of her chest. Her breathing was rapid thinking about what is going to happen next. Her pulse raced repeating his words over in her head.

“Let’s make this even more exciting” he had whispered in her ear before abruptly leaving the room.

She had no idea what thrilling idea had crossed his mind. Suddenly the bedroom door opened and she let a whimper escape in Bostancı Öğrenci Escort anticipation and excitement. He kneeled between her legs and bent over to whisper in her ear again,

“Ready for seconds?”

Eagerly she shook her head yes, hell she’d be ready for thirds or fourths with this man. An unexpected coldness touched her nipple and as fast as it came it was removed and replaced by his warm tongue, he had brought ice. The sudden shift in sensation made her arch her back and moan loudly, pulling on the restraints. He chuckled with his face hovering just barely over her, his breath tickled against her skin. Using his mouth he slid the ice cube down her stomach and to her naval. The ice rested in the dip of her naval for several second before being slid down further in the same fashion as before. Ever so suddenly, right before her aching clit, the ice was pulled away leaving her both aching for her clit to be touched and relieved to be relinquished from the cold.

His tongue, with the Bostancı Çıtır Escort smallest sliver of an ice cube resting upon it, ran up the inside of her thigh starting at her knee and stopping just short of her aching pussy again. She felt his presence hovering over her and his thick long cock brush against her lower stomach. She whimpered and attempted to wiggle her way up with no luck.

“Now now, patience my dear that will come soon enough.” He chuckled.

She let out a frustrated sigh which just amused him more. He was rather enjoying this little game and secretly so was she. A small puddle was begging to form beneath her soaked pussy. Noticing this he put his finger in it, picking up some of her juices and put that finger upon her lips. Eagerly she sucked his finger into her mouth tasting her sweetness and pretending it was his cock she was sucking.

“Good girl” he whispered against her neck.

He gently placed several kisses along her neck and collar bone while the finger that Bostancı Elit Escort had just been in her mouth trailed its way down her body. His finger hit her swollen clit and she let out a gasp. He slowly rubbed her clit in circles building momentum as he went before plunging two fingers deep into her pussy sending her nearly over the edge.

“You don’t want to end all the fun before we get to the good part do you?” He asked pulling his fingers out immediately.

Ice ran against her clit sending her back from the edge and yet at the same time turning her on further. She cried out ever so slightly,

“Please…”

“Please what?” he asked with a small laugh.

She knew she wouldn’t get what she wanted unless she told him but she was unsure if she could form any more actual words.

“Please…Fuck…Me…” She managed to get out gasping in shock as he touched the ice cube to her clit again.

Without another second wasted he slipped his thick throbbing cock into her tight dripping pussy. Cumming almost immediately and together they let out a moan that the neighbors must have heard. She whimpered at every touch as he pulled out and removed her ties one by one every touch was pure pleasurable torture as she was on sensory overdrive. With the last tie removed she passed out to recharge for next time.

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The girls experience at the hotel had been less than acceptable. For starters the card key that was suppose to open the doors, didn’t work. Secondly the on-shift manager had been less then pleasant during check in, and to add insult to injury, the ice machine they planned on filling the cooler up with, was broke.

“Why don’t we just call downstairs and order something to eat, I don’t feel like going out tonight” Nicole suggested.

Jamie responded, “Well if the food is like the service, then just imagine how much time they’re gonna spend preparing it. We’re better off eating cat food, ain’t that right snickers?” Jamie said to her kitty who was too busy grooming to pay them any mind. Both girls began to laugh.

“Are you foo-king kiddin me, the wifi is down again”, Nicole let out a irritated moan.

“Oh no we’re getting some kind of a refund, we paid extra for that” Jamie asserted. “I’m calling down right now!” Jamie phoned the help desk and was greeted by a distinct voice.

“Welcome to the help desk, My name is Mars, how may I assist you today?” Jamie felt a slight tingle in her pubic area. The deep voice was vibrating more than just her eardrum.

“Uhh we’re having a problem with our wifi connection, do you think you could bring us up a network cable.”

“Sure thing ma’am, your in room 396 correct?”

“Yep that’s the room.”

“Ok I’ll be right up”, click.

“Girl what was that all about” Nicole questioned.

“That help desk guy sounded so sexy, I told him to bring up his cable” Jamie said smiling at Nicole. “Since you don’t feel like going out, lets have a little inside fun tonight.”

Both girls giggled and quickly put on their sexiest lace-trim cheeky panties with matching garter slips. Snickers watched from the window-sill Bostancı Türbanlı Escort as the girls made their transformations from casual girls into sexy goddesses in record time. Jamie’s satin garter slip was black and red while Nicole’s silk slip was pink and black. Both girls seemed to complimented each other naturally. Jamie’s personality was slightly more aggressive than Nicole’s and she liked to be pleased. Nicole’s on the other hand was one of submission and pleasure from giving.

They heard a light knock on the door. Tap.. Tap. “Cumming in a minute hun”, Jamie said as she did a her final look over in the bathroom mirror, running her fingers thru her bang. She slowly opened the door of the suite and was in awe by the young black stud that stood in the doorway. Built like a football player, Jamie’s mind began running wild with offensive strategies to kickoff her little game. “The laptop is over here” she said walking seductively in the direction of the bedroom.

Mars followed behind like a dog on a leash, he was hooked. His eyes went down to her slightly visible white cheeks covered only by a sexy satin slip. Her hips overflowed and bounced against the smooth soft fabric. When he reached the bed he saw yet another vixen, dressed in expressive lingerie.

“Uh so are you enjoying your stay with us so far?” Mars asked, trying to maintain a level of professionalism.

“Ha” Jamie said. “The guy working before you wasn’t nice, but you got it right, you seem like you enjoy going the extra mile to pleeease the customer” Jamie implied. Mars was aroused off of her wordplay alone. This one is sexy and demanding he thought to himself.

“Yes I pride myself in doing a good job”, he responded in a flirty manner.

“Well, I got a Bostancı Otele Gelen Escort job for you after you stick that cable in” Jamie asserted. She pushed him on the bed with Nicole.

Jamie climbed on-top of Mars face, slid her Vicki’s to the side and began spreading her ass cheeks wide and demanded he stick his wet tongue inside. “I know you want my little pink asshole, I want to feel your little hot tongue deep inside it” Jamie blurted out. “Thats right, clean my ass like a good little sex slave” she said as he began licking her little circular asshole. He repeated this licking motion for about three and a half minutes until Jamie abruptly said “Now I’m gonna ride your face” in a matter-of-factingly tone. Pulling her Vicki’s down to her ankles, she began grinding her pussy on his mouth. Mars could barely think with that tight juice pussy opening and closing his lips.

“Uh can I…” he was abruptly ended when Jamie covered up his mouth with her moist white pussy. “Lick my clit for a while and then I’ll think about listening to what you have to say”, Jamie said in a bossy demanding voice. This made Mars cock swell up like a freshly grilled Johnson Sausage with the cheese inside.

Just at that moment Nicole joined in on the action, chiming in, “Maybe I’ll suck on his balls, let’s see how well he can think then.” She opened her wet inviting mouth and began sucking hard on Mars balls like a vacuum cleaner attachment, which instantly put him in a speechless Ecstasy. Her tongue twirled in-between both balls, at a steady and rapid pace.

Here he was in a hotel suite, yielded completely useless, being used as a pleasure toy for two sexy women-goddesses. His logical and rational facilities were temporarily shut down. His ability to think Bostancı Ucuz Escort and form coherent thoughts was also suspended. The only thing he could do was feel the building energy of a powerful oncoming orgasm.

Nicole released his soaked scrotum from her sloppy wet mouth and began fingering her twat and jerking his dick at the same time. “Ohhh daddy, I want this big black cock inside me right now” she said lustfully, her Spanish accent adding character to the words. She stood Mars fat juicy cock straight up in the air and sat her tasty hungry pussy over his dark meat. “OOOhh” she let out, “My poossy liiikes that papi”. Nicole’s gorgeous pussy was a tight fit.

Jamie rode his face like she was on a ninja motorcycle, leaning forward and bouncing her ivory butt up and down. She began slapping Nicole’s big mocha ass. “Thats right work that fat black dick girl, show him what that pussy hittin for.” They both began to giggle as they felt Mars tensing up. “I want that cum deep in my throat” Jamie said. She got off his face and waited as Nicole pulled her suction cup pussy off of Mars throbbing meat.

Jamie threw her wet mouth over Mars dick just as soon as Nicole’s pussy left it. Jamie slid it deep down her throat, right past the tonsils and began shaking her neck rapidly while gargling. She came up for air for a second and demanded more feel up her hot little throat. She swooped back down and didn’t let up until she felt the tensing sensation. She grabbed his testicles and began playing with them, whirling them around like Chinese stress balls. Mars felt a powerful energy raising up and was unable to control it. He exploded deep into Jamie’s throat and she clamped down even harder her lips now touching the beginning of the shaft.

After catching every last drop in her mouth, she crawled across the bed to Nicole and shared her prize. They both blew cum-bubbles with the sperm while Mars laid there drained but attentive.

“Thank you for your services Mars, we’ll be sure to call you if we need anything else” Jamie said after swallowing her half of the load.

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“Oh, Mistress!!!”

WHACK! You slapped my right ass cheek hard. “Are you going to react this way to every new thing? It will be a long weekend.”

“No, Mistress — I’m sorry,” I replied.

“Good, now tell me, slut, am I about to take a virgin ass?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Excellent. I promise I’ll go slow — at first. I think these panties are going to get in my way, though.” You pulled my panties from around my knees down to my ankles and had me step out of them.

Then you paused for a bit before saying, “You know what, though? I think I need to hear you beg for this.”

How does a person beg for something that he’s a bit scared of, and — at least, in one sense — doesn’t really want? Nevertheless, I knew that I had to give myself to you fully, so I managed to half-whisper, “Please, Mistress.”

“What? I can’t hear you.”

“Please, Mistress,” I repeated more loudly.

“Please, Mistress, what?”

“Please, Mistress, take me.”

“Why, whatever do you mean, slut? I need to know exactly what you’re asking for.”

“Please, Mistress, please fuck my virgin aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaasssssssssssss.”

The last word was drawn out as the head of the strap-on plunged inside me at that very moment.

“Oh, you mean like Ataşehir Sınırsız Escort this?” you laughed.

Through ragged breath, I managed to gasp, “Yes, Mistress. Oh my god!”

“We’ve got so much further to go, my pet! But you’re going to have to relax a lot more if I’m going to get this fully inside you.”

To be honest, it already felt like it was fully inside me, but I did my best to relax as I felt you gently, but firmly, pressing into me.

“That’s it, slave. Take it deeper,” you whispered as the strap-on began easing further into me. I barely heard you though, between my moans and ragged breathing.

“Take it, take my cock in your ass,” you kept encouraging me as it pressed deeper and deeper. And then, after what seemed like hours, I felt your body pressed against mine. “I’m impressed, slut! I wasn’t sure that you would be able to take it all the way in on the first try. I’ll have to keep that in mind and reward you later.”

Then you started pulling out again. In some ways, I felt even fuller as you were drawing back, til only the head was still inside me. You paused for a moment, then slowly eased back in — not nearly as slowly as before, though. Then back out again a bit quicker, to just the head again. Then Ataşehir Suriyeli Escort you paused.

I wondered what was next for quite a while. Then suddenly, I found out, as you thrust hard and deep and fast inside me. My arms gave out from under me and I collapsed on the bed. Undeterred by this, you began pumping in and out of my ass faster and faster, your hands gripping my hips, as you fucked me hard. All I could hear were my own moans, and I have no idea how long it lasted.

Eventually, you pulled out completely, smacked each of my ass cheeks and said, “Time for your reward. Up on the bed, on your back.” I obeyed as quickly as I could (which wasn’t very quickly). You put a pillow under my hips and spread my legs. Then you knelt between them and lined up the strap-on with my ass again. This time in wasn’t nearly as slow, and seemed to press even deeper. When you were fully in, you grabbed my cock.

“This time, two cocks will be stroked. Mine by your ass, and yours by my hand. Isn’t that a wonderful reward, slut?”

“Yes, Mistress. Thank you, Mistress.”

You immediately began thrusting in and out of me quickly, but stroking my cock just as quickly. After just a few minutes, I could feel the pressure building and told Ataşehir İranlı Escort you this.

“Good boy. I’m glad. Your Mistress wants you to cum for her. But you must tell me when you are getting close.”

“Yes, Mistress! Oh, thank you, Mistress!”

After another couple minutes, I could feel the cum rising up my cock. “Oh, Mistress! I’m getting so close!”

“Don’t cum yet, slave — not until I say so.”

“Yes, Mistress. But I’m so close already!”

“Don’t you cum yet!”

As you pumped even more furiously, we went back and forth like this until I was whimpering, begging to be allowed to cum. Suddenly, you took your hand off my cock as you buried the strap-on deep within me.

“I’ve changed my mind,” you said and began unhooking the straps from around your waist and hips. You got up from the bed, leaving the strap-on inside me. I thought my cock would explode, but knew better than to beg to cum.

“I’m going to take a bath. You will lay there just like that until I call you. When I do, you may only come as far as the bathroom door until I direct you further.”

You started toward the bathroom, then stopped and walked over to the window. You peeked out the curtains for a moment, then pulled them wide open and walked quickly to the bathroom.

I lay there, completely exposed, my cock throbbing, the strap-on still deep inside me with my legs spread and wondered if it was worse that this time, if I didn’t close my eyes, I’d be able to see if anyone saw me through the window. I decided it was, closed my eyes, and waited for your call.

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After Miss Ida had calmed down from her orgasm and I had licked and sucked as much of her cum from her pantyhose as possible, I asked her to remove them. “But they’re not that bad to wear Georgia and I know you love the feel of them so much, they’re fine like they are, they’re only a little torn, I can keep them on.”

“No Miss, I insist,” I say, “Besides, I was hoping that things might head in the direction they did, so I did a little shopping this morning and bought you some gifts,” I added. And reaching into my dresser I took out another pair of exactly the same brand and colour she was wearing.

“Georgia! Oh my…I love them! But how did you know my size and even what brand or type I was wearing?” She added.

“Please Miss…you’re talking to a long-time, pantyhose-loving, nylon-wearing, cross-dressing Sissy here! I do know a thing or two about pantyhose – I noticed your penchant for Kolotex Voodoo’s from the first moment I saw those sheer legs of yours come walking towards me in that restaurant so long ago. And, it didn’t take much to steal a glance at one or two of your tossed away packets at your place to see what size you are. Now, if you’ll allow me, please stand up so I can help you into them,” I added.

Ida stood and slipped out of her soiled and ripped pantyhose and just smiled and watched as I slipped on a pair of thin, white cotton gloves and adoringly removed the new pantyhose, and unfolded them. Then, bunching one foot, then the other, slid them slowly up each leg making sure they were smooth and wrinkle-free, all the way up to her crotch. As my hands brushed back and forth across and around her pussy, I could feel and see her twitch slightly – like most women, I’m sure she has never had another person dress her in pantyhose before – and certainly not as delicately as I was doing. I stood then and asked her to hold the hem of her dress up for me as I pulled up her white, lace bodysuit.

I finished dressing her by moving around to her cute butt making sure her pantyhose were sitting high enough and comfortably around her waist. I knelt back down, pulled her bodysuit down and snapped the crotch closed making sure everything was sitting neatly and snugly as it should. I leant in and taking her sheer, sexy butt in my hands I pulled her to my face and hotly kissed her warm, lacey mound, causing her to gasp and press into me rather eagerly. Finishing up, I left lovely, red lippie marks all over her sweet mound – that’ll remind her of me just a little more when she undresses and sees that later, I thought – I then smoothed the hem of her dress down and stood before her.

“Thank you Georgia,” she said, “That felt delicious! And I can honestly say I’ve never been dressed like that before, ever…but I am definitely looking forward to having my own Sissy dress me on many more occasions to come. Now, how about we do something Ataşehir Yabancı Escort about your situation,” she added reaching up under my dress and cupping her hand very hard up against my throbbing girliecock.

“You were saying something about wanting to try one or two things that you’d seen in some pictures or on the net? Why don’t you let me in what you like hmmmm?” she asked.

I had Ida lay back on the bed beside me so that we were comfortably snuggled together, our legs entwined, both of us now enjoying the sheer pleasures as though it was second nature – the wonderful thing was, in such a short space of time, things had taken a lovely turn for the better and I honestly didn’t think things were ever going to be any different from hereon in.

I started to explain to Ida about one of the many images I’d seen on the net that has always turned me on – two women in pantyhose and heels, one would lie on her side and open her legs wide, while her partner would move in between her legs with her legs open wide and then they press their pantyhose-covered cunts hard up against each other and start rubbing and humping each other to orgasm. I had always had this fantasy while dressed, and all tucked away, and was dying to experience this with another woman – the sensation of rubbing my pantyhosed ‘pussy’ against my partners’.

Ida simply took my hand and said, “Show me Georgia. Show me how you’d like me to make you cum.”

I laid her back and slowly spread her legs, as her dress bunched nicely around her thighs. I reached between her legs and unsnapped her bodysuit. Then I positioned myself in between her legs and started to undo my bodysuit when Ida said, “No Sissy, let me do that for you.”

As her fingers were undoing the snaps, they brushed against my hard girliecock, causing me to jump a little…I was so much on edge, it was all I could do not to cum too soon! She pushed the tight material away from my crotch and ran her fingers back and forth, over my tucked girliecock.

“My, my! You’re very wet down there aren’t you Georgia?”

“Yes Miss,” I offered.

“Well let’s see if we can’t add to that lovely, sticky mess then shall we?” Ida added and proceeded to push her pantyhose-covered cunt closer to my own.

We moved in as close as possible and took a firm hold of each other’s sheer legs and started slowly humping into each other. While my girliecock was hard and just a little sore from all the fun and very little relief, the throbbing sensation was being felt nicely by Ida against her sensitive cunt. I couldn’t believe I was living out a long-held fantasy! Here I was pantyhose-humping girlie-pussies with a real woman, while dressed as sexily as she was!

I looked directly into Ida’s eyes and asked, “Fuck me Miss! Make me cum please?!?”

Ida took over but didn’t Ataşehir Yeni Escort start humping hard into me to make me cum straight away, she just slowly ground her nice, moist pussy into my throbbing girlie-cock, while smiling and lightly moaning and telling me how nice it all felt. Her hands were running all over my legs and intermittently up to her breasts to give them a squeeze, and then every now and then down between our legs – either pressing into her cunt or rubbing hard against my girliecock. Ida’s new, clean pantyhose weren’t so clean anymore – her cunt was just as wet now as it was when she came only moments ago, and I could tell she was enjoying this as every time I rubbed or she pressed against her clit, she would jump a little or moan a little extra.

“Would you like to cum Sissy?” she asked

“V-very much Miss, this is getting me so fucking hard right now! I don’t know how much longer I can hold on – although I really do want to hold off just a bit longer,” I added, not really sure if I could though. My girliecock was wet and not just from Ida’s soaked cunt either – I was leaking girliejuices something awful! Between my girliejuices and her sexy cunt-juices the slick sensation as we humped against each other was sensational.

“I don’t think I can hold on much longer Miss! I am s-so close to c-cumming!” I panted.

“Mmmmmm…nice. Cum for me Sissy. Cum for Mistress you prissy little pantyhose-sissy bitch!” “CUM ALL OVER MY PANTYHOSE – COME ON SLUT! CUM FOR ME!!”

That was all it took, we grabbed each other’s ankles and ground our crotches together hard and harder as I shot load after load into my pantyhose and ultimately all over Mistress’ pantyhose as well. I’m sure Ida came again, as she was humping into me and gasping and moaning almost as much as I was – the slickness and wet sensation between us was huge!

Miss Ida leant forward and dipped her hand inside my pantyhose and proceeded to suck it all off her fingers. Taking her lead I slid my hand into hers and slid my fingers into her cunt, which by the way, was soaking wet! And did the same – we repeated that and then offered each other our own juices to taste and savour, all the while humping into each other, grinding and twitching, enjoying every sticky, sexy moment of this special fantasy come true.

Miss Ida placed her hand down inside my pantyhose and slowly played with my softening girliecock – rubbing it, lightly squeezing it and just holding it – she looked up at me and said, “My dear, we will most definitely be doing that again! That was so much fun and sooo intense! The thought of cumming like that hadn’t even entered my head – wonderful!”

It was getting late and we hadn’t eaten – we were both somewhat hungry but we did have Ataşehir Masaj Salonu to clean ourselves up bit first so I suggested we take a quick shower and then get changed into something a bit more comfortable for bed while we have a snack.

I had a cheeky idea so I asked Ida to let me undress her, all except for her pantyhose, while I did the same. I took her hand and led her into the bathroom, turned on the shower and just pulled her into it with me. We stood there for a while as the water washed over us and warmed us up and then I took my loofah, added some body soap and started soaping her all over. I paid particular attention to her lovely, soft breasts – not rubbing too hard, but enough to excite her and make her nipples stand out nice and hard.

Giving them a little kiss I started to move down her body, making sure to get her pantyhose as soapy as possible – I have washed many pairs of pantyhose this way and it is so much fun and gets me hard every time I’ve done it, so I wanted to see and experience the same sensation and reaction with Ida to see what she thought – I brushed the loofah all over her legs and around her cute, tight arse and then slowly started to rub it back and forth between her legs. I mean the pantyhose were seriously wet and sticky from all that cum, I had to be a good little Sissy and make sure that Mistress was as clean as possible down there right?!?

As I was doing this I looked up to see Ida with her eyes closed and her hands squeezing and massaging her tits – she was really enjoying it all! Every now and then her hips would press into my hands as they slipped between her sheer, wet legs. And of course, through all of this, my girliecock was nice and hard, so being a little bold I tore a small hole in the front of my pantyhose and pulled my hard girliecock through.

I stood up and turned Ida around and pressed her forward a little so she was leaning against the shower wall. I knelt back down and started rubbing and ‘cleaning’ her with more soap from the rear – her hips starting to move in a bit of a rhythm now as I rubbed back and forth between her legs. Not wanting to miss the moment I stood up, tore a quick hole in her pantyhose and slid my girliecock straight up inside her waiting cunt! She was all wet again and not just from the soap and water – she was literally soaking in her own cunt juices all over again!

I leant in and started to fuck her with deep, hard strokes, “is this what you want Miss?” “You want your obedient little pantyhose-sissy to fuck you in your sexy pantyhose hmmm?” I asked.

As I fucked her in the way I knew she had been wanting, both of us in our sexy, wet, shiny pantyhose, and hard as I could, I knew that the role of Mistress and Sissy was one that we would enjoy many, many times over – and I thought, “sometimes I might just get to play the Mistress and Ida will be my sissy.”

And as Ida offered up a gasping, “F-Fuck me Georgia…fuck me like your little bitch…pleeeease?!?”

I remember thinking how I couldn’t be any happier as I came deep and hard inside her…

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The minute he laid his brown eyes on her in the library he knew there was something about her. Maybe it was the vivid purple streaks strewn about her jet-black hair that made him imagine running his slender, piano-playing fingers through it. Maybe it was the zebra-print glasses she wore that made him want to take them off her beautiful, pixie-like face so he could see her eyes. Maybe, just maybe, it was those stainless steel, fuzzy black handcuffs she had clipped to her belt loop that made his groin swell with lust.

“Theodore James Ivory! For once, can’t you just help your mother? I mean, really…” the high-pitched sound of his mother’s voice made him cringe, and as he continued to watch the unique girl who was three bookcases down he tried to drown it out. “… Always been so short, you’re lucky you got your father’s height. Theodore… Theodore!”

Suddenly he felt the sting of a pinch on the underside of his bicep and he let out a quiet yelp.

“Mum, I told you I don’t like being called Theodore… Why can’t you call me T.J., just like everyone else? And for Christ’s sake, didja have to pinch me?” He hated that he had to turn away from the jean-clad vixen, but he knew that if he ignored his mother any longer she’d throw a fit – a loud one – right there in the library.

“Yes, I did,” Fran Ivory told her 20-year-old son. Though she was furious with his tendency to somehow drown her out, she couldn’t help but smile inwardly at his appearance. Like his father James, T.J. was tall – 6’1″ – with broad shoulders and a broad chest, and peach-toned. If either of his parents had had a smidgeon of athleticism in them, he would’ve made a fabulous football player. Instead, T.J. enjoyed the simple things: writing, reading, painting, and music. He had deep brown eyes framed by thick dark lashes, a somewhat large nose, pale lips that were thin up top and a little fuller on the bottom, and a chin that was partway between being rounded and chiseled. “And you know I call you T.J. when you’re not being… well, ridiculous!”

He winced, “I wasn’t being ridiculous… I was…” he glanced back, wondering if the girl with the handcuffs was still there. To his dismay, she wasn’t, and he quickly came to realize that he might not ever meet her in person. “I was distracted…”

“There you go again! You know, if your father could see you now, if only! Oh James would’ve known what to do. I do miss your father, Theodore, I miss him so much, and you know that…”

As he followed his lithe mother from the library, two books tucked into the messenger back he carried, he could’ve sworn he saw jet-black hair with purple streaks disappear into the house that had just been moved in to.

* * *

“Welcome to Lispy’s Cafe, what can I get you Sir?” T.J. may have sounded bored to the man he was serving, but he really was, as he had told his mother so many times during the past week, distracted. So many times he had walked to the library after school that it was a wonder people hadn’t started looking at him funny. Of course, maybe they had and he just didn’t realize it. Vixen, as he had mentally become fond of calling her, had only been there once throughout the time he was there, and it had been her leaving when he got there.

“A double double with… an apple fritter,” the customer told him, and T.J. busily entered the order into the cash register. In a quick minute he had the man’s coffee and treat ready, and was collecting the change. As the man thanked him, he heard the bell above the door ring, and he looked up.

There she was. As if she had known where he worked all along. At least, that’s how T.J. felt, the way she entered the Diner with such a presence you would’ve thought she owned the place. Glancing around, she was able to give T.J. time to take in istanbul escort her figure and clothing. Pear-shaped with smaller, maybe between B- and C-cup, breasts, and fuller hips, his eyes were drawn to the way her yellow Kimya Dawson t-shirt was faded and vintage looking, pulled taut over her breasts and flat stomach, and then down to her black jeans, the knees faded almost to the point of frayed. When his eyes glanced over his hips, he inhaled quietly; a pair of red fuzzy handcuffs dangled from her jeans this time.

“… Welcome… to Lispy’s,” he started, mentally smacking himself in the head for his hesitation. Don’t make her think you’re retarded, T.J.! he scolded. Instead, he offered her a warm smile, his teeth sparkling white. “How may I help you today Miss?”

The way she smacked her lips made him look at them, he couldn’t help himself. They were perfect. Somewhere between pink and red, full and pouty, protruding only a little on the bottom but not at all on the top.

“Uhm…” she rested her slender hands on the countertop and leaned forward a little bit, taking her time in looking at all the different pastries and treats the cafe had to offer. “I don’t know,” those simple words left her lips and T.J. once more felt his groin swell beneath the jeans he wore. Her voice was soft and innocent, as well as bubbly and excited at the same time, and it was nothing – nothing – he had ever heard before. “I’m new in town. Think you could give a girl a recommendation… T.J.?” He knew she was looking down at his nametag and subconsciously he looked down at it too. It was in that second his eyes met face-to-face with the most beautiful pair of blue-green eyes he’d ever seen.

“Well, let’s see, Miss, there’s–“

“Oh, don’t call me Miss,” she murmured suddenly, leaning over the counter a little more and kicking up her feet behind her a little bit. “My name’s Willow. Willow Shanks.” She offered him a slender hand, and his observant gaze took them in. Just like the rest of her, her hands were fair-skinned with slender fingers, her right-hand fingernails longer than her left, and painted the same, deep shade of purple of her streaks. With a broad smile he took her hand with his own slightly calloused one, and he felt a little shock.

“Oh! Oh, I’m sorry!” Quickly, Willow pulled her hand away, laughing softly. “I didn’t mean to shock you…”

“Don’t worry about it,” he assured her, nodding his head politely. “My name’s Theodore… but everyone ’round here calls me T.J. – T.J. Ivory.”

“Well T.J. Ivory, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” she smiled at him sweetly as he returned the greeting, before she nodded towards the back. “So, what does the sir who works her recommend to a little ol’ girl like me?”

“I’ll tell you what,” T.J. started with a smile, unsure of what her reaction might be to his next proposal. “I get off in 2 minutes. Just because you are new in town, I’ll pick out something just for you, and you can wait over at that table there.” He pointed towards a square table beside the window.

“Hmn,” Willow paused for a long moment, weighing the pros and cons, T.J. assumed. “Fine by me. I’ll meet you there… Theodore.”

As she turned away he saw the grommet and red lace that was criss-crossed like a corset on the back of her t-shirt, and he realized then and there that she probably had many of the same interests as him.

* * *

“I don’t believe you!” Willow practically shouted across the table at him, laughing and smiling with her mocha in hand. He was thoroughly pleased that she liked it, topped with whipped cream and chocolate shavings. “There’s no way you’ve been single since you were 17!”

T.J., though blushing, grinned and nodded, “Single, and not particularly looking. I’ve always found that the escort bayan best things in life are the ones worth waiting for.” He took a sip of his hot chocolate and let out a soft sigh. “And how about you, Miss,” he withdrew the title as he said it, fond of how upon hearing it Willow would scrunch up her pert nose and let out a quiet mew. Since she liked to call him Theodore to bug, he had decided calling her Miss would suit the same. “What’s your marital status?”

Without hesitation Willow grinned, “Married 7 months,” she told him, quite seriously. As he was about to open his mouth she laughed, “No, no, not married. I’m single.” She paused and nodded outside at the sidewalk and street. “I just moved here – I haven’t had the chance to really meet anyone, never mind find a boyfriend.”

“But what about back home? You don’t have one there?” T.J. raised a brow.

“T.J., this is my home now,” she shrugged and took a sip of her mocha. “And no, I didn’t have one back there. Big city boys are pigs, to be blunt, and I couldn’t stand any one of the straight ones.”

“Mmmn,” T.J. paused and just took a moment to look at the young woman across from him. Within 15 minutes he had come to learn that she was 19-years-old, majoring in English, and that she did live at the house that had just been moved in to. She lived with her mother, father, and older brother, and altogether they made the Shanks’. Even if they had been talking for a while, one question had nagged T.J. for an answer, and seeing the opportunity, he finally asked. “Why handcuffs?”

“Why what?” She shook her gorgeous hair out of her face, taking a moment to figure out just what the question was. “Oh! Those!” She grinned and unclipped them from her jeans, letting the red-fuzzed items sit on the table between them. “I have a black pair too.”

T.J. nodded, “Yeah. I saw them last week when I was at the library with my mom.”

“Oh! Oh, oh, oh!” Willow suddenly started laughing, her eyes twinkling behind her unique glasses. “That was you? Gosh your mum was loud. I’m surprised they didn’t say anything to her there – where I’m from, you can’t be loud in the library unless you want to be kicked out.”

“Well, she’s well known around town, you know? Just one of those ladies.”

“Oh.” She paused, before poking the cuffs lightly. “Well, anyway, I wear them for reaction.”

“Reaction?” T.J. raised a brow.

“Yeah, you know. Some people stare, some people comment. Other people get aroused,” she paused and T.J. felt his cheeks grow hot. “I myself, though I’ve never, you know, had sex, I like the idea of being cuffed. Being teased until I can’t stand it. I love that.” She smiled, before shrugging and downing the last little bit of her drink. “But then, that’s me. Not that you need you know. After all, aside from the fact that I know almost everything about you now, you’re still a stranger.”

“Hey now!” T.J. laughed. “After this heartfelt conversation we’ve had for…” he paused and glanced at his watch, eyes widening at the time. “An hour and a half…” he turned to her and smiled. “I’d say we’re not exactly strangers.”

“Fine, fine. But if we’re not strangers,” Willow paused and offered a small, almost shy shrug. “Care to walk me home?”

T.J. practically jumped at the opportunity and stood, leaving his mug on the table and motioning for her to do the same. In one brisk step he was behind her, pulling her chair out with ease for her to get out. Minutes later the two of them were outside.

* * *

“This town’s really nice,” Willow said after a long while of silence. Somewhere between the cafe and the local park she had linked her slender hand with T.J., who, though he told himself he would’ve preferred it be otherwise, was convinced it was a purely friendly Bostancı escort gesture.

“Mmm, it is,” he agreed softly, giving her small hand a light squeeze. Beside her now and looking down at her, he realized she was almost a full foot shorter than him, and with those cuffs dangling and bouncing off her hips, he was having a hard time keeping his attention to what was in front of him. “I’ve spent my whole life here. I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.”

“Awh,” the purple-streaked girl beside him laughed, tilting her head up to look at him. “I think that’s sweet. To have so much dedication to the place you live.”

“Yeah well, my mum wouldn’t have it any other way.”

“Yeah… my dad fell in love with this place the minute he saw the house in the listings. ‘I’ve always wanted a house in a smaller town, Sweetpea, what do you say?'” Willow smiled as she imitated her father. “I’m glad we came here thought.”

“Why’s that?” T.J. was curious; what could a girl like Willow fall in love with so easily in the small town of Creek Rivers?

“Well…” she paused as she led him to the walkway of her house. “If we hadn’t, I wouldn’t have met you. And you, Theodore, are pretty darn awesome for a straight guy.”

T.J. laughed, “Thanks… I think? You’re pretty darn special for a straight girl, Vixen.”

“Vixen?” The way she tilted her head up so quickly it made her glasses slip down her nose, revealing the full beauty of her eyes to him.

“Oops,” he winced. He hadn’t even realized he had called her that until afterwards. “I’m sorry. I – I saw you that one day in the library and I’d never seen anyone quite like you. I couldn’t think of anything else to call you – ‘Handcuff Girl’ just didn’t suit you and–“

“Hush, T.J.,” Willow said suddenly, smiling up at him. “I don’t mind… Vixen…” she purred the name he had given her as though it was the sweetest thing she had ever heard. “I like it.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But, of course, you can call me whatever you want.”

Suddenly the door behind them opened and a tall, redheaded man looked outside, “Sweetpea?”

“Yeah dad, I’m sorry – I’m coming.” With a smile the man closed the door, and Willow turned back to T.J. “Well I’d better go: he probably wants help putting together his bookshelf.”

“Alright,” T.J. mumbled quietly, feeling rather uncertain about whether he’d see her again. There was a long pause between the two of them before Willow sighed.

“I need your phone numbers…” she murmured quietly, lowering her gaze in embarrassment.

“Really?”

“Yeah. I mean. After all. You’re my first friend and everything. And it’d be nice to, you know, how to get a hold of you if I want to, I don’t know… hang out?” She shrugged a little bit and shifted from one foot to the other. Seeing her suddenly so shy and almost juvenile made T.J. smile.

“Mm, alright. I mean, I was kinda wondering when we’d be able to get together again sometime.” That aside, T.J. handed Willow his phone, and she handed him hers.

“Thanks,” she told him softly when he returned her cell, a small smile on her lips almost as if she was pleased.

“No, thank you, Miss.” He grinned.

“Oh hush!” She laughed and gave him a light shove with her right hand, her left still tightly held in his. “Anyway, uhm, I really should go.”

T.J. nodded, “Yeah… the old man might come out and whip me into shape.”

The blue-green eyed beauty smiled and shook her head, “He’s not like that.” T.J. didn’t argue. Instead, they stood there quietly for a few long moments, holding each other’s hand, before she leaned up to give him a soft kiss. Her lips only brushed his and he felt his heartbeat quicken, before she pulled away. “I had a lot of fun today, T.J.”

“Yeah, me too, Willow.” He smiled, releasing his hand from hers.

“And I’ll call you. Soon. To hang out. Okay?” As she spoke she made her way backwards towards her front door, unable to stop herself from grinning.

“Uh-huh. Take care,” he smiled and waved as she opened the door.

“Goodnight.”

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“Fuck… damn girl… you suck like a champ!” spoke the relaxed black man, laying comfortably on his guest bed.

Lennox watched the cheating housewife gobble up his cock, worshiping it from the bottom of the shaft to the tip of his crown. He couldn’t remember the last time a woman gave him head as great as this. She sucked on his dark pole like she was making up for lost time. And he guessed she was considering what she let slip from her personal life. He was definitely not expecting to have her again so soon. Of course he thought he would have her again, his cocky personality making him feel very comfortable in predicting that. However, Lennox also wanted to be a little realistic about things. But then, situations like this happen and he could not be more happier.

He looked upon the lust filled woman as she switched from sucking on his meat stick to down below where his giant ball-sack rested on the sheets on top of the mattress. He flinched at first when she popped those big boys into her mouth. The sensation of her tongue and warm wet face hole made made his entire body tingle in pleasure. He ran his hand through her hair. He looked at her pretty, freckled face and grinned as he bit his lower lip, watching her paint his scrotum with her saliva. As his eyes followed her red head work itself between his thick legs, he wondered to himself about her.

The black man wondered what the endgame was with this whole thing. He ran through more than a few white women in his time on earth. Most of them girls his age or around that area. This was really the first time he took a wife from someone. He entered uncharted territories for him earlier this week. And this wasn’t some girl he could dump off and be done with. This bitch was a hot older chick, he thought, and a part of him did think about the idea of him ruining her marriage and life. ‘Hmmm…’ he pondered. He sighed, feeling content with the feeling of his nuts being savored. He saw her give him an unsure, yet still very aroused look. Her face went red again and she looked down in embarrassment. He thought it was cute. There was a good chance that, after she fully succumbed to his masculinity and not just her body, she could get caught by her husband and kicked out for good. Something about that didn’t sit well with Lennox. A bitch like her, he thought, needed some guidance and someone to be with. Someone she could feel proud to be a woman for and feel completely like her feminine self. He knew that Shannon craved a man who she could worship. And really, Lennox liked the idea of having a woman who thought very highly of him at his beck and call. Shannon was easily the oldest white chick he ran through, but she was top of the line in his book and Lennox never fucked anything he thought was beneath him. This gorgeous white wife could look good as a permanent fixture in his crib everyday.

Lennox thought ‘Hmmm, maybe she could be his…’ his thoughts were cut off when he heard his phone go off.

He picked it up and read the message. ‘I pulled up, come get these trees!!’ the text said. Lennox shook his head. He didn’t want to get up. His bitch’s mouth felt so good. He just wanted to lay there and get sucked off forever. But he did call his cousin over from so far out to come through. He was willing to make that trip for him, Lennox had to go and pay up. “Ahhh…” he sighed, moving his legs off the bed. Shannon got up on her knees and looked at him. Lennox saw a tiny bit of disappointment in her eyes. He chuckled a little before reaching into his shorts to grab his wallet to take out some cash. “Wait right there, I got a delivery I gotta go get, okay?” All Shannon could do was nod as she watched him walk out of the room. She felt so weak. Here she was, giving oral sex to another man in another home. The worst part of it was that she just couldn’t get herself to pull away from him. He told her to wait and Shannon knew she would obey. Her hot body just wouldn’t let her leave.

The black man grabbed a towel and wrapped it around himself before going to the door. He opened it and looked over to his driveway. He saw his cousin’s car and he waved him over. Even though all of the windows were tinted, he knew Jay saw him. Sure enough, the new black man stepped out of his car wearing a hoodie, some boots and sweatpants. Jay was only just a few inches shorter than Lennox, which meant he was still pretty tall. He had short black hair with a nice line-up like he just got out of the barber shop. Jay moved up to the front door and gave his older cousin a funny look. “Nigga you just hopped out the shower or what? Don’t tell me you ain’t wearing anything underneath.”

Lennox grinned. “Let’s just say I got some company over. Getting to know the new neighborhood, know what I’m saying?”

Jay knew what he was saying. He shook his head and nodded. “Shit, okay. I feel you. Didn’t take that long to start slaying some local pussy huh?”

The taller man chuckled. “You know how I do. This some good pussy too. Older Ataşehir Grup Escort bitch.” Jay laughs at this news.

“Damn dude. Whatever, do your thing. Long ass drive though, the hood to far away from here.” Lennox nodded in response. “Anyway…” Jay moved in a little closer, gave a short and quick look around before handing a sealed bag of a decent amount of weed in it into Lennox’s hand. The taller of the two grabbed it and very quikcly threw it behind him and into his house.

“Okay man, thanks for visiting. I’m see all y’all soon you hear me?” Lennox gives his cousin a handshake where he transfers the money into Jay’s hand. Jay quickly puts his hands into his middle hoodie pocket, trying to look like nothing happened.

Jay nodded. “Yup, whatever. Just as long as I ain’t gotta take a mission to drive my ass up here.”

“Sorry, can’t help it that a nigga done fucked up and made it.” Lennox smirked. “I gave you a little more for gas, so no acting like a little bitch.”

Jay moved away from the front door to head back to his car, giving his cousin the middle finger in the process. “Whatever nigga, I got money.”

Lennox chuckled and shrugged. “Okay, keep the extra change then.” Lennox saw him get into his car and backed into his house, closing the door.

Jay started up his whip and backed out. Before taking off he punches in his home address in his phone, using the GPS. He watches as a car pulls into the driveway of the house next door. He thinks nothing of it at first and starts to drive away… until he sees the girl coming out of the car. Her plaid, red skirt swaying a couple inches above her knees. A pair of white, strapped sandals adorned her feet. A simple white, button up, long sleeved blouse tucked in her skirt.

The young black man watched as she threw her purse over her shoulder and tucked a strand of striking red hair behind her ear. She had a great body and such a cute face. Jay loved what he was seeing. ‘This bitch bad.’ he thought to himself.

Julie wasn’t paying much attention to her surroundings, she just wanted to get home and relax from a rather boring day. She walked towards her front door and she stops and turns after hearing a car horn beep a few time. “Huh?” she looked and saw a black, expensive looking sedan idling in front of her house. She raises her eyebrow, wondering what the car was doing sitting there. She was about to shout at the car, as she was getting a little annoyed, but was beaten by the person driving it.

“Yo, come here for a second!” the driver shouted. Julie tried to see who it was but couldn’t get a good look. “I just need to talk to you real quick.”

Julie processed his voice, it sounded like a black guy. No black guys live around here. Well, except for that new neighbor her dad warned her about. She recalled her father sounding worried as he told her about him. However, being a younger person, Julie wasn’t so skeptical about blacks like her dad. Not all that much experience either, except for a few large ones that were in school, but they never stayed too long. She still kept her defense up around something so different to her, but the last thing she wanted was to be labelled as racist, so she started to slowly and cautiously walk a few steps back towards the car.

“Um, okay?” she started, crossing her arms, wanting this to hurry up. “Look, I’m not going over there. You gotta get out of that car.” the girl demanded.

Jay shrugged and parked his car, jumped out of it and hurried over to her. “Fine by me!” He responded smirking at her. He closed the gap between them and Julie’s eyes widened a bit as she realized how much more taller he was than her. She was only 5’2, and he dwarfed her severely. She looked up at him as he got in front of her. He looked very wide in the shoulders from what she could tell about his body mostly being inside of a hoodie. He had a smile on his face and she felt it give off a super confident vibe. She had to admit, he had an almost cute look to him. He had pearly white teeth which really shined when compared to his darker skin tone. “The name is Jayson Thomas, but call me Jay. Nice to meet you!” he spoke, sounding friendly.

“Hey, I’m Julie O’Reilly, and likewise.” she gave him a weary look, but still wondered why he wanted to talk to her.

“So you live next door to my cousin?” Jay decided to start a little small talk. I just rode up here for the first, drive long as hell from where I am from.” he chuckled. “I’m based out about well over an hour from here.”

“Oh okay. Wow, that’s pretty far from here. You must really like your cousin to come visit him.” she smiled.

The black man liked her smile, among other things about this sexy little white girl. “He okay, just had to drop off something he really needed. That dude paid your boy though.” he looked down at her petite figure.

“Well at least you didn’t waste gas for nothing.” Julie replied. “So, leaving now?”

“Yeah, just left the Ataşehir Manken Escort shit off at his crib and now I’m off to my place. So you gonna head in now?”

She nodded. “Just got back from a friend’s place, just want to chill out now”

“Oh okay, I got you. Your fam home?” he asked, wondering about her family, and if she may get in trouble talking to some random nigga.

Julie noticed that her father’s car wasn’t home yet and it was past 7, so she knew it was another one of his late nights at the office. Her mother should be home though. “I think my mom is home, her car is in the garage I guess. That’s about it right now.”

“She gonna scream at you for talking to someone like me? I know it don’t get all that dark around these parts if you know what I mean.”

Julie laughs. “Well, my dad might, but he’s not around and wont be for a while. My mom, maybe or maybe not.” she shrugged.

“Well alright.” Jay smirked. “So I don’t bother you at all, Julie?”

She shook her head. “No, but it’s also not, like, I been around a lot of, you know, black guys.” they both chuckle. “Um, I really like rap and rnb music so that also helps.”

“I guess it does.” Jay smirked again. “I’m sure your mom and dad ain’t letting that kind of music bump in the car.”

“Oh god, no!” she laughs again. “My dad hates that kind of music. But oh well.”

“His little girl in the rebellious stage still.” He jokingly remarked.

“Hey, i’m 18! Stopped being a little girl a while ago.” she threw back at him.

“Okay, okay…” Jay said putting up his hands in mock surrender. “But i’m 23, so you still kinda like a kid to me.” ‘But grown up… and legal’ Jayson added in his head.

“Damn, I thought you were like my age.” She watched him laugh and lick his lips in a very appealing fashion. Her cheeks flared up a bit.

“You ever heard of the saying that black don’t crack?” Jay asked with a grin.

Julie shook her head. “Haha, no. But I think I know what it means.”

“Okay, so you down.” Jay nodded.

Julie shrugged, chuckled and rolled her eyes. “I guess I am?”

A couple seconds of silence passed by in which the two eyed each other in that short time, studying the other person they had just met. Both of them feeling rather comfortable with one another. It shocked Julie a bit, but she was of a younger generation. It was a little easier for her to see a black man as less of a threat than, say, her mother or father. And maybe even kinda cute… This thought made her cheeks flush again. Jay picked up on this.

“You good?” he asked.

“Oh, it’s nothing!” Julie quickly waved it off and changed the subject. “So, you gonna be around more often now that your cousin lives here?” She mentally kicked herself. She knew something like that could be taken the wrong way.

For Jay’s part, he was very surprised to hear that. Glad, but surprised, even taking him off his guard for a second. “Oh, um, well like I said, my crib is a mission from here. Not something I wanna do all the time. Like I got paper, but I don’t want my money to be going only to my gas tank, you get me?”

“Oh, yeah, sure.” She completely understood his reasoning for being reluctant to come around all the time, he lived so far, and it was just one of his family members that lived here anyway. He probably has a lot of friends and people he is close with back in his home town. He probably works, too, so that could also be an issue for him in terms of how he would like to spend his free time, which probably would mean a long drive out to see someone. And of course, he probably also had a girlfriend that needed him. That last part made her feel something. She was confused by that. Was it… disappointment? No, couldn’t be. That would be ridiculous, right? “It would be like a real pain the ass to do that all of the time, I understand.”

“Right…” Jay nodded, thinking that, well, maybe Lennox didn’t have to be the only reason he came up here? “But, you know, my cuz and I pretty close. So maybe I’ll slide through more often now that I know how he’s living.”

“Okay, whatever works for you.” Julie nodded, smiling a bit at his words, almost like he reassured her or something. Again, weird feeling. “Well i’m gonna head inside now…” she stopped a little awkwardly as she looked at his eyes looking down at her. His presence was imposing, but not threatening. That was odd and threw her off a little. “Hope you liked the neighborhood and maybe I’ll see you again.”

“Yeah, I’m gonna dip too…” Jay started. “Nice meeting you and all that.” He watched her give him a smile and he thought she looked cute as hell. That white skin was perfect, and would look damn good with black all over, Jay thought. Her freckles were fucking cute and so was her little nose. Her titties stretched out her blouse and he appreciated that as well. She nodded and turned, beginning to walk away. Her skirt glided behind her and he could tell the girl had a few Ataşehir Masöz Escort curves on her. Her slender legs made the black man lick his lips once again and his heart beat a little quicker. ‘This bitch making a nigga catch a feeling…’ Jay’s inner voice told him. The more she walked away, the more he wanted her to come back. He was uncertain, but the closer she got to her front door, the more he started to convince himself to stop her for a second. Eventually, it broke him. “Before I bounce…” he started.

“Huh?” she looked back at him, surprised that he was still here. She saw he had that handsome smile plastered on his face again as he approached her, that also causing her heart to jump a tad.

“You know, I was thinking.” Jayson started. “Um, maybe I think I want to visit my cuz more, since we’re cool and all that. But it would be tight if he wasn’t the only person I knew around here, and since I met you, maybe it would be alright if we kept in touch?” Jay offered, looking at her innocently.

“Oh, right I see.” Julie was nervous, not knowing exactly what to do in this situation. She just met the guy, and now he was asking for her contact information. Maybe she should decline him… but, he was nice to her and very friendly. She figured that being a black guy around here would be tough since he only had a cousin living here. Very out-numbered. It also didn’t hurt that he was very attractive. But that had nothing to do with her choice, she tried to convince herself. “I… um…” She looked around, feeling nervous but eventually she made a decision. With her phone pulled out now, she looked at him. “So, like, do you have Facebook?”

Jay smirked and answered her, very pleased with himself.

close to an hour has passed since Jayson left Lennox’s place. The red headed housewife found herself in the middle of the living room of Lennox’s place. She very weakly pulled up her shorts. Shannon finished getting dressed and sighed, feeling spent and disappointed in herself. This was not how things were supposed to happen. The woman was lucky to find that her husband would be late again when she finally got a chance to read her phone messages. Today wouldn’t have been a great day to see him home at 7, which it was well past at this time. However, she would have to think of something to tell her daughter who was home. Shannon didn’t worry too much about Julie, though. She could dodge that bullet. Shannon heard footsteps coming towards her from down the hall. It was Lennox, wearing nothing but a towel around his waist and a satisfied grin.

He had just exited the shower and she noticed how some drops of water glistened on his chiseled, black body. His abs and muscles shined; Lennox flashing his pectoral muscles as if he were taunting her, knowing that she was stunned by his black, fit and masculine presence. Shannon’s body began to flare up as her eyes felt stuck scanning every exposed inch of him. Lennox took notice of this and chuckled. “See something you like?”

The woman shook her head and looked away with a frown. “N-No…”

Lennox smirked. “I don’t believe you…” He got closer and looked down at the woman who had her back to him. He snaked his arms around her and the woman started to struggle away from his hold, but Lennox felt something different about how she was pulling away. It almost seemed… insincere. This was further proven by how quickly she gave up trying to rid herself of him. This pleased Lennox greatly. “Had a good time today?” He brought his mouth down close to her ear. She shook her head in response to him. “Oh word? Anything I do wrong…?” He lowered his voice to sound more sensual yet still having a bit of a manly growl to it. Lennox starts kissing and sucking on her neck, making Shannon groan in both pleasure and a little self-hatred for liking it. Lennox’s hands started rubbing her stomach teasingly. This made the woman’s toes curl in her slippers. He planted more kisses on her neck and face, Shannon turning her face over to push it into his acts of lust. Lennox’s hands moved up to go underneath her top and started groping her chest again.

“L-Lennox… god… not now…” she moaned her ‘displeasure’. Lennox weakened his hold on her but started to pinch her erect nipples. “Ahh!” This caused her to jump off of him, wanting to stop it before it got any worse… again. “I… have to leave…” She gave him one last look over, conflict clear in her eyes as she almost ran to the front door.

“Can’t wait to see you again…” Lennox said as she went for the doorknob. Shannon froze at his words. She looked down but didn’t look back. She then continued to open the door and she finally made her exit, leaving a smiling Lennox to walk upstairs to his bedroom. He would at least speak to her soon enough. He found her phone when he got the weed from his cousin lying on the floor by her shorts in the living room. He had taken it and realized that the woman did not have a password on her phone. He sent a text from her phone to his and now he had her number.

Lennox figured now he would relax with a little Buddha tonight.

Shannon entered her home, glad that Julie left the door open for her. She started to head for her bedroom before she heard her daughter speak and lying on the couch with her phone in hand.

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Fenton drove to the address on the card; it was in the uptown district where the affluent live, he took a sharp intake of breath as he drove up the secluded drive of the thirties style mansion. It was typical of one of those places movie directors owned, but as he parked up he could see it was now set up for business. He walked through the main entrance and a stiff looking receptionist with contemptuous eyes smiled and had him sit. Moments later Lauren arrived, smiling with satisfaction, she wagged a finger at him and he meekly followed the woman whom he knew now had complete control over him. Fenton’s cock stiffened, partly with fear and partly due to the shapely woman who strutted before him down the corridor; she was dressed in a tight leather outfit, the pencil skirt hugging her sumptuously rounded buttocks, black seamed stockings and stiletto’s making her look every inch the dominant woman she was. She opened a door and stood by it, ushering him in. He swallowed hard as he entered the plush office and sat down.

On a pin-board on the wall behind the chair in which the smiling Lauren now sat was a portfolio of pictures of his own naked rear, pinning a ‘helpless’ teenage girl down. The girl’s look of innocent bewilderment almost raised a smile on his face; it was that impressive. He had been well and truly taken. The pictures helped serve to constantly remind him of why he was there, whilst Lauren put her proposal to him. She smiled broadly, and her tight leather skirt creaked as she crossed her elegant and attractive legs. Fenton’s cock twitched at the sight of the mature woman’s dominant form as he anticipated what lay in store for him; her sweet scent filled the room and somehow seemed to confirm that he was entombed with no way out. She opened her mouth slightly and ran her tongue around the inside of her ruby red lips before she spoke.

“You have been a very bad boy, and these pictures and what we know could lead you to spending a long time in jail, but it needn’t be that way. You obviously enjoy using your body, which I must say is very appealing and a lot of women would appreciate it. I think you need to appreciate women a little more, and need a little education. I intend to arrange that education, which I’m sure you will learn to enjoy, the more you work for us.” Fenton swallowed hard and looked at the pictures on the wall, as he listened to Lauren’s sultry and deliberate tones. He responded.

“An education?” She smiled at him in a calmly superior way, which made his cock stiffen all the more.

“Yes; we find most men do not really know what real pleasure there is in genuinely being of service to a woman, until it is thrust upon them. If you agree to work for me, I’ll provide you with accommodation and I may even be able to arrange that you see Cindy again on occasion; the girl has such a sexual appetite for being Ataşehir Anal Escort submissive- a great failing in a woman as far as I am concerned- and I’d bet you’d appreciate seeing her again on your terms. You’ll find working for us will have you kept interested at both ends of the sexual spectrum.” Fenton’s balls tingled with an involuntary excitement as he digested her words, and she pressed a buzzer on her desk, winked at him and the smile evaporated from her face. A middle aged male scuttled into the office, on being beckoned by the buzzer.

Lauren looked at him with contempt and pointed to her feet, not saying a word. The male dropped to his knees without hesitation and kissed her feet, oblivious to any shame or humiliation at doing so before another male. Fenton was unsure why, but his cock stiffened to rigidity as Lauren looked at him, a contented smile on her face once more. She patted the male on the head like a pet dog, as he continued to worship her feet.

“Tell our guest about Hortense Montgomery; tell him how things will be when he’s had the pleasure of her acquaintance.” The male seemed reluctant to stop kissing his mistress’s feet, but eager to relate as to the charms of Ms Montgomery. He pulled himself away from the black stilettos, visibly excited as his eyes travelled up the exquisite stocking-clad legs and leather skirt; he hoped Lauren would award him some favour if he pleased her.

“Mistress Montgomery will show you the true way with women, she will have her way, and you will appreciate being shown the correct way to behave for your betters.” He looked back at Lauren who lifted her chin and looked back at the male with a slight sneer; it was evident she would have him continue. The male swallowed hard, in fear that he would not earn her approval, and sheepishly faced Fenton once more.

” Trust me; you will know pleasure from situations you would never have dreamed you could be in, you will be freed of any form of chauvinism forever. You will yearn for more appointments with Mistress Montgomery” He then looked back at Lauren who nodded her approval as he clasped his hands in a praying position. She lifted a foot which he kissed gratefully as she smiled.

“You know my address; be there at 6:30 tonight, you can help me dress for my evening appointment. I’ll let you do my lingerie wash whilst I’m out.” The male thanked her like a cur before bowing and scraping as he left; both he and she knew he would be stimulated by being allowed to view her body as he attended her, and would then make the most of her panties before they were washed. Fenton could not help but notice the huge bulge I the male’s slack leggings before he went; a bulge matched by his own. Laurens smile returned to Fenton.

“Now you know the name of the lady who will be your first appointment.” Fenton gulped Ataşehir Yaşlı Escort and looked a little bewildered. Lauren picked up a short cane from her desk and tapped on the photos on the wall behind her.

“You really have no alternative, and like I said; you’ll learn to love working for us.” Lauren gave him the address details and advised his appointment was at 3:30 pm; he had little or no time to even think about it, and Hortense would give him the key to his new accommodation; failure to turn up would mean he’d be greeted at his old accommodation by certain uniformed people. Fenton found himself thanking her for some unknown reason, and left for the address.

Across town, Larry Emmerson, a portly businessman, grunted with pleasure as he eased his cock into the tight anus of the whimpering girl who lay on the bed before him, pink panties around her ankles which were adorned with soft white socks, her white blouse undone showing her little immature breasts. The tears dripped from her eyes and her pig-tails swept back and forth as the large man shunted her rear as his body was immersed in the pleasure of probing her tight little rectum. He had lured her to the motel after grooming her for a couple of weeks, and now he was enjoying the fruits of his labour; she had been a little reluctant, which had added to his enjoyment, as he removed her little skirt and dropped his trousers. The soft white flesh and sweet smell of her little hairless pussy and anus had him rampant; he’d fuck her, give her some money to keep her quiet and that would be the end of it; or so he thought.

The helpless little waif wailed as Larry penetrated up to the hilt again and again; he roared with satisfaction as he exploded into the soft white cheeks which he squeezed tightly as he pulsed out his ecstatic delivery, gritting his teeth in abject, wanton pleasure as his hot seed filled the young girl’s tight anal passage. His pleasure was suddenly brought to an abrupt end.

“Well done Larry!” Boomed a voice from nowhere; crackling with electrical undertones. He looked up to the lampshade where the voice seemed to come from; then he froze as the door opened and three women casually walked in; one in razor sharp business dress, held a laptop which she displayed to Larry, still with his clothing about his ankles and his now wilting cock in its warm haven. Larry’s jaw dropped as he watched himself undress the timid young girl and bugger her. The women had themselves another recruit.

Fenton arrived at the address on the card; the house was not far from Lauren’s business address and the place was as grandiose as the former. His stomach turned a little as he rang the bell; what else could he do? These women had him whether he liked it or not.

A maid dressed in a tight black satin outfit looked at him with a contemptuous Ataşehir Zenci Escort scowl which almost resembled a smile, as she recognised the card he showed her. She opened the door wide and ushered him in without saying a word. The first thing that hit him was the delicate scent of the interior; like attar of roses. The whole house seemed feminine and boudoir like somehow; it was instantly apparent that a female dwelled here, and one that said exactly how things should be. Fenton’s cock was now in a permanent sate of semi-excitement and rubbed against his clothing as he watched the satin clad rear of the maid before him, and wondered what he had let himself in for.

He was taken into a large lounge with soft leather furnishings and told, not asked, where to sit. He felt more nervous than ever as he sank into the large leather chair; the comfort of which seemed to want to ensnare him.

The maid then reappeared; he was taken into the next room, which was larger than the former, and just as luxuriously appointed. Fenton’s cock stiffened as the door closed behind him and he was left standing in the middle of the room. A small puff of smoke caught his eye, wafting over the top of a huge leather sofa.

“Come here and sit before me.” An elegant finger waved from a manicured hand, and Fenton walked round to face Hortense Montgomery for the first time. Before he had a full view of her, the hand directed him to a huge bean-bag opposite. Fenton sank into it, then looked back and up at the mature woman who half sat, half lay, on the enormous black leather sofa before him. She was dressed in a full length kimono style silk gown, shiny black with gold motifs; it held her large buxom breasts, hips and thighs exquisitely, accentuating the curve of her voluptuous buttocks delightfully. She was in her mid-fifties and very nicely proportioned. Blue eyes hawked out from under her deep red hair from a softly pale face with sharp features and red lips.

Fenton took a sharp intake of breath as she elegantly stubbed out the cigarette she smoked through a six inch long cigarette holder; previously un-noticed by him as he was transfixed in viewing her, the ashtray was held by a stooped kneeling male, hooded with leather and his genitals locked in a plastic cage. He remained stock still, motionless with hands forward holding the ashtray. Even his breathing was so controlled as to show no bodily movement. Hortense put her holder in the tray and snapped her fingers, then pointed to the door without uttering a word. Instantly, the male shuffled backwards on his knees, his head remaining down in deference to the confident woman who had put him to good use.

Fenton’s cock now stiffened to rigidity as she now gave him her full attention with a mixed look of satisfaction and contempt.

“So you are the latest man caught taking advantage of young girls. My ashtray used to have the same urges; he finds pleasure through other desires now, but it took him a while to appreciate what was good for him. I intend to open your mind to those same desires. I’d like you to take off your clothes now. I want to see what I shall have the pleasure of.”

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Helen Long never thought in a million years that she would end up in this position.

She never thought in a million years that she would be anything but a housewife. A housewife from the suburbs who was active in the PTA as well as other volunteer organizations.

The kind of woman who one might describe as a June Cleaver. The type of woman one might think spends her days making brownies. Watching TV soap operas. Doing everything she can to make her life pleasant for her husband and children. But this suburban housewife has another life.

Another life she never thought she would lead in a million years.

Not that she is complaining about her life.

Rather she accepts it and loves it.

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

A beam of light penetrates the motel room.

Helen Long lies on the bed and watches the woman in front of her slowly remove her top to expose the most beautiful pair of breasts she has ever seen on a woman.

A pair of brown skin breasts with large nipples. The kind of breasts any man——- or in this case any woman—— cannot help but want to reach out and simply caress. To gently squeeze and flick your fingertips across the nipples. Gently pinch them and watch them rise. To gently squeeze and hear the woman moan softly.

“Come closely,” Helen says after the woman in front of her removes her white cotton tank top and reaches down to stroke Helen Long’s bare leg.

Upon hearing this command the young woman leans over so her breasts are in the hands of her lover. She smiles as she feels two soft hands caress her nipples as if they are shiny pieces of silver being rubbed for good luck.

The woman who to the young black woman is so kind and thoughtful. The woman who might be in her early 40’s but still looks good. Reminding the 23 year old black woman of a glamorous movie star from the 40’s and 50’s.

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

They met a year earlier when Helen Long was taking a class at the Junior College.

A class in English which she needed in order to receive her degree from the Junior College. The kind of degree which really means nothing. Except for those who like to brag to their friends that they went back to school and earned a degree. Even though it’s only an AA Degree from a Community College.

The class Helen took was a class that met on Monday, Wednesday, and Friday mornings at 10am and in this Ataşehir Öğrenci Escort class Helen sat next to a young woman who to her looked like one of those Black female entertainers her children were always watching on M-TV. The kind of young woman who was always wearing provocative cloths and always oozing sexuality.

Upon first meeting the young woman who introduced herself as Tanesha Jackson, Helen was at first slightly intimidated by her thinking that the young woman was your stereotypical young, urban black girl.

But as it turn out Tanesha was anything but intimidating and her attitude was that of a nice young lady who was talkative and inquisitive. She had an open personality that Helen Long could not help but like. Tanesha Jackson was someone you could not help but be attracted to.

If the truth be known from the moment that Helen saw Tanesha Jackson she was attracted to the black woman who wore her hair in long braids and loved wearing tight-fitting cut-off blue jeans.

Tanesha had the kind of look which drove Helen crazy with desire. The kind of desire she kept to herself on that first day and subsequent days. Even after she became her study partner. Meeting her in the afternoon at the library where they would study in a secluded part of the two-story building.

Helen sitting back most of the time as Tanesha would talk about whatever topic they were studying in class. Whatever questions they had to answer for an upcoming quiz.

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

For months the relationship between the two women was strictly platonic.

For months Helen and Tanesha would meet in the library to study and they would see each other in class.

Although Helen Long had never had an affair with another woman she was a bold lady by nature and when she would meet with Tanesha she would often wonder when and where and how she could seduce her.

It was not until the fourth month that Helen was finally able to express her emotions and desires. Doing so only after Tanesha made it known that she, too, had feelings of romance and lust.

It was a Thursday afternoon at the Junior College Library and Helen and Tanesha were on the second floor where as usual they found themselves all alone.

They both had a test the day before and the reason for their meeting on this particular day was to go over the test and to discuss Ataşehir Çıtır Escort the quiz they would take in a few weeks.

But when Tanesha greeted Helen that day when they met in the front of the library the older woman could see that the younger woman was in no shape to discuss the proper rules of English. She was upset. Upset over a young man.

With Helen listening in a motherly manner, the young black woman spoke at length about the trouble she was having with her boyfriend whom she referred to as LaVonn.

“We all go through these things in life,” Helen Long explain to Tanesha Jackson as tears began to swell up in her eyes as she recounted her tale of betrayal.

“I know,” Tanesha replied after hearing the words of understanding from the woman whom she innately trusted. She then did something which shocked Helen and which Tanesha neither explain nor apologize for.

As the two women sat next to each other Tanesha took her right hand and rubbed her friend’s leg. Doing so in a manner she might rub a man’s leg. As if letting him know how she feels about him.

It was at that moment that Helen decided it was time to let the object of her desire know how she felt about her. To let her know she wanted her and wanted her now.

As the two of them sat at the desk in the corner of the library, Helen whispered to Tanesha that she loved the feel of her hand on her thigh and then she took Tanesha’s hand and moved it up her leg so the black woman was touching her pussy.

“I know of a place where we can go and make love,” Helen Long told Tanesha Jackson.

“Let’s go then,” Tanesha replied as she followed Helen’s lead and squeezed the white woman between her legs. Feeling it already getting hot and moist.

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

By the time Helen and Tanesha found a hotel room they could barely refrain from keeping their hands off of each other.

As they drove in Helen’s car to a nearby hotel, Helen Long kept reaching over with her right hand to touch Tanesha’s shoulder and when she did Tanesha would maneuver herself so her friend could rub her neck and slide her hand down the back to her waist.

By the time the two women were in the manager’s office of the hotel the younger of the two had her hands down the pants of the older woman massaging her ass. Doing so as Helen reserved a room for them and paid Ataşehir Elit Escort for it with her credit card.

When they are finally able to wrap their arms around each other and begin to explore one another’s bodies both Helen and Tanesha feel great exhilaration and great excitement. As their hands and their tongues explore one another’s bodies. With the kind of passion they feel like they’ve never felt before. Except in the most erotic of dreams.

By the time the two women left the motel room and drove back to the college it was nighttime and both of them had contented and satisfied looks on their faces.

Both women having just had the best afternoons of their lives. Both of them experimenting with their sexuality in such a way that both of them knew they would never be the same.

Helen and Tanesha saw each other again that weekend having made plans with one another in E-mails exchange back and forth.

The two women met in the same hotel where they met before.

For that second meeting Helen Long was able to escape from her house by telling her husband and kids that her English teacher wanted the class to attend a special lecture at the Museum. The kind of event where one had to dress up in their finest clothes.

For Helen this meant a beautiful business suit she had bought when she was the President of the PTA and which she had worn one day to her English class at which time Tanesha made the comment that she looked like “one fine, white woman.”

Tanesha Jackson said this as a joke but for Helen the words stayed with her and so when she was deciding what she would wear to her second meeting with the young black woman she remembered the business suit.

She remembered that as well as the new lingerie she had bought months before but which she had never worn. Had not even taken out of the box they came in.

Underneath her business suit she wore a blue, lacy bra with matching panties. After putting these items on Helen Long looked at herself in the mirror and she had to admit to herself that as a middle-aged woman she still looked good. Still had the type of body that could drive men wild. As well as young sexy black women.

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

Tanesha was waiting for Helen in the hotel room when the older woman arrived.

As she walked down the hall towards the hotel room she saw the door open and when it did from that door stepped Tanesha Jackson wearing nothing but a white french cut bra and panties. Looking like a Black porno queen who was ready for some fucking. Who is ready for a white woman to run her hands over her body and to lick her from head to toe.

Which was exactly what Helen Long did on that day.

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