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THE BORDER RUNNERS PART TWO

II: ZERO HOUR

THE OTHER WORLD, DEEP SPACE,

UNKNOWN STARS CLUSTER,

336 B.C.E.

Mother!… I’m not really here!…

Air Marshall Segan S. Mardurk’s mind cried in numbed horror, his gaping mouth screaming wordlessly into his wet oxygen mask as the tremendous fire he had unwittingly set off in space overtook him. The hard radiation-filled shock waves overturned and battered like an enraged beast at the magnificent but helpless starfighter — trying to rip the pride of the Nokkians apart like it was so much paper.

Fire broke out all around him in the assault craft’s flight cabin. An astro-navigational computer’s screen exploded, all his scanners went black. Smoke instead of oxygen streamed into his face-mask. He pressed a tiny knob on the helmet’s ear level and the visor plate rose up and he was tearing out the oxygen tube from its connection in his head gear. He stared distraughtly out through the pilot side window to his left, then through the right one, and then for a seemingly long minute out through the wide, transparent metal alloy forward windshields…The rapidly settling blackness of space behind and ahead of his craft was a sight that quickly dried his throat…

In the background, seen through the cockpit windows, the inky black expanse of space was a serenely beautiful, all-encompassing sea of diamond-studded midnight blackness: the multitudes of tiny, bright diamonds being distant star clusters —

He coughed fitfully, tears already snaking down his cheeks. He gulped in air hungrily and found that he had a big problem. The cabin was filled with gases — oxygen, hydrogen sulphide, helium, hydrogen…He slammed down the face-plate just as something caught fire on the left control console. With an ominous whoosh the air all around him ignited and caught fire. He felt the heat…then couldn’t believe it as he saw his suit buckling all about his body. The flight cabin was an inferno now. His suit creased, smoldered and caught fire. Strangely, he felt no pain. He only knew he was dying…

…But…but,…I couldn’t just die?! He cried mentally, desperately. What about my mission? My crowning success… The last of the Exvetron race I had sent on off the Prison Planet?…The gung-ho kid!…Dear Lock…He forbade me to die!

The scream — of pain, realization or frustration, no one could tell — built up from all parts of his body and exploded with soul-wrenching intensity out of his wide-open mouth, as his internal universe ignited with a bright white glare of pain…As if ignoring his agony, a blue and round translucent crystal ball — the size of a ball-bearing — bounced on the metal-deck floor and rolled slowly along the floor of the bottom left console. Still in sight, it began to blink. With sudden horror Segan recognized it as one of the three component charges of another of his Venom grenade secured snugly inside his suit’s armpit pouches; and now escaped out of its sausage pod by means of what can only be termed a dubious miracle…

Internal fire roiled inside it in lilac incandescence. Another coldly burning fire-crystal bounced out and joined the first, glowing even brighter than its mate. Segan gasped aloud…He was not going to make it —

A shimmering, violent gale, rapidly turning to a spinning whirlwind impregnated with golden motes of dust, crashed through the compact cabin from starboard to port. And time stood still; noticed by the bizarre effects of the dancing lights on Segan’s suit breast-plates and wrist-shields, now stopped in mid-blink; and Segan’s sudden freezing into statue-stillness…

The aliens appeared one by one like spectral ghosts in the confined space of the flight compartment. In full-moon circle, distributed on the walls, the floor and the roof, the partially lizard-bodied, distinctly humanoid beings crouched in rings of light at their feet — defying gravity, artificial or not, as the deck had rolled through 180 degrees with the space-fighter’s spin.

In motion as if through molasses, a scion of a warrior was chosen by the apparent leader by a targeting beam of infra-red light. Cutting through space and time with a breezy economy of effort, the chosen teleported the short distance from its upside-down crouch on the roof — as the assault craft rolled level again — to its leader’s position just astride the stilled, venomously glowing, tiny feral bomb; its dreadlocks-like helmet sensors waving about its saurian-simian face-shield like live snakes; its metal alloy suit heavy gold in places…

The armor suit helmet, in creeping patches of matter-disintegrating light, dematerialized into thin, stilled-flames-bathed air. The face that was revealed was simply an organic, animated version of the helmet’s face-shield —

Their grungy, webbed-in-places armored suits gave the general impression that if they had come from a battleship, it must be one of ancient make — probably a million years old: interiors dust-filled, tokat escort cobwebs-matted in large sections; heavily armored surface badly pitted and scarred by numerous ancient battles and meteorite strikes. And now, drastically short on crew…no awards for the guesswork, for the huge, awesome, ancient battleship was within a stone’s throw of the stricken smaller craft…It was the last of the superships of the once-mighty Xofan battle fleet; come to rescue one of its own: Segan actually being the last surviving son of the long believed dead captain of the lost flagship.

They peered at his terrified face in the transparent helmet face-plate, and the Captain ordered the indentured volunteer to adjust something on Segan’s right wrist-shield. That executed, the Captain said something in their alien, snake-tongue-like language — which, transcribed, would be something in the order of:

“SSGOOD SJOURNEYS,” and he was offering an anointing at the same time: a pointing motion with a long-talonned finger — scratching the indentured one deeply. The talon sheathed itself, leaving a golden dot behind on the scion’s broad forehead. The golden dot quickly spread into the form of a red, flaming, alien-bodied spider; just as the others stepped back into the central whorls of their strangely smoky transporter beams — having had to previously step away from its bull’s eye lighted region to avoid a premature exit — and were gone, each leaving in their wake a crackle of brush lightning.

By this time, the volunteer — for an as yet unclear mission — on completing his transformation had become Segan’s exact look-alike. Then, in creeping patches of solidifying light, materializing seemingly out of the ether, its suit helmet closed in stages about its new face. It walked deliberately upright — long claws clinking on the metal floor — towards its still smoking cylindrical column of a transporter beam…The clone hesitated for a moment, hissed a deep sigh and went back towards Sango; by this time the claws-through-the boots had gone completely, assimilated into each foot…The clone splayed out its gloved fingers, looming it over Segan’s eyes and temple inside the helmet:

“Remember not what your eyes have seen of us,” its voice boomed, and then it rapidly performed the post-hypnotic spell pattern motions and words. It teleported back into the cylinder beams just as the craft around it began to shudder. With another brush discharge of webbed lightning it was gone; all the other rings and columns faded with it.

A shimmering, violent gale — rapidly turning into a broad whirlwind impregnated with golden motes of dust — crashed into and through the compact flight compartment — this time from portside to starboard of the craft… And time jolted once more into motion; indicated by the continued blinking of lights on Segan’s helmet, combined body armor and spacesuit, central consoles and his sudden reanimation.

Segan took another shallow indrawn gasp of thin, hot air. His mind, now in the grip of panicked terror, collapsed in on itself — rewound in picturesque, blue-red accusing rage, the past few hours, days and nights of dire events that the body had made it go through..

I: ZERO HOUR AGAIN!

The Other World, Deep Space,

Unknown Stars Cluster,

336 B.C.E.

Mother…

The cosmonaut, battling off waves of dread for so long now, was two hours long since dead without even knowing it… His name was Segan Sango, half demigod and son of the Moor god, Lord Marduk. Only the rasp of his panting breaths gave a vestige of what had gone by, or what was shortly to come…

The flash of fire from the last of the ferally armed Vanquisher vessels he had destroyed in his bid for escape returned to center at the screen in the back of his mind. His breathing, his strength, surging back, pushing away the fear and the fatigue that had threatened to swamp him as death knocked on his front door thrice, back there. His eyes darted at the scanners. All okay. He was alright. Nothing to fear…

He was fully nine feet, two and a half inches tall; lanky, bulging-muscled and wearing a humanoid, lizard-form suit with green, alien eyes–specks of blue in them that passed for irises…. Two whip-like, tail-like, very restless and sensitive organs on the suit’s opposing hips whipped about around him. His dark, ebony-black face could clearly be seen behind the transparent face-plate of his fantastic uniform suit. The strong jawline, the clear white-purple irises, the full, sensuous red llps, the arrogant, straight nose, the close-cropped blue beard were trademarks of his strong lineage and personality. His battle suit was not the standard Moorian issue, but a one-piece heavy-nano body armor with a mass of unknown runes designed into the upper, close-fitting torso section; with four prominent, shimmering blue crystals–hemispheres that were arranged in a spaced, rectangular, pattern extending from the broad yozgat escort chest to the stomach.

The crystal balls reached from the surface matrix of the armor suit — in through the electronic and mechanoid cortex of the fantastic suit — to touch the Exgal nanoskin-suit; effectively fusing with the zillions of microcircuits that crisscrossed the internal structure and energy sources of the still largely unknown capabilities of the skin armor… His boots were the standard plasti-steel suit-pack system-boots equipped with jet-lift mini-thrusters. A flowing, luxuriant sheen of a red cloak with the lightning, yellow S in an inverted pentagon emblem of his family name emblazoned in the middle of the plastic fiber-cloth — was bunched up at the small of his back. His helmet’s multi-sensor tendrils was as abundant as his own hair (The more sensor leads, the greater the warrior — telling almost sportingly of the importance of the wearer as a soldier of the Moorian Space Forces), bearing also the same color –a yellow gold — springing from slots in his ear region; just beneath the bird wings shaped, back-thrusting, gray-feathered ridged metal form of the helmet’s super-lightning force-field generators. The total effect made him look what he actually was — a truly vital soldier.

Amazing!, he thought, with a scowl on his craggy face — wonderingly scanning through the all-aspect viewscreens that showed him the commotion he was causing in the space all about him with his hyperdrive generators. Sheer hell!… Raped, ravished, bastardized and then cast violently aside, the eye-hurting, green, red and white flaring, curling-in-upon-itself whorls of colored tenuous gases and cosmic dust trailed the vagrant path of the ship as it dashed through space like a callously uncaring, incandescent tadpole. For about twenty million miles the densely packed, nova-induced particles flared, sped and glared — hesitantly and then frantically pursuing the indecently voluptuous shape of the warcraft; colliding with quintillions of packets of photons, unending mountains of gravitic fields and white matter that persisted in these regions of intergalactic space. Raping them all, it strove onwards in its bid for escape.

He sighed deeply and switched on the viewscreens which gave him the exterior view of space he was hurtling through.

In front of the suggestively sexy, saucer-shaped, metallic playboy of the void, an indented cone of barely discernible gravitic field preceded the craft: towing and pushing it at immense velocities; thus creating a sheath of gargantuan energy fields that protected the cosmic bruiser — not only from the outraged energies counteracting it from allspace, but also from the vagaries of light, energy, mass, space, time and universal cogs. The warcraft plunged on, mercifully shedding rampant energy that in turn swirled to every direction of his hurtling warcraft. For another two hundred million miles the collision of tortured particles writhed, trailing his blazing path like a comet’s. Somewhere inside the craft, even at this distance of a hundred meters away, the steady hum of the faster-than-light particle injection hyperdrive generators could be distinctly heard.

He sighed deeply again, feeling the lethargy slowly creeping into his body. But now he didn’t care. He was free. And with that thought — softly whispering — came the grand realization.

He was alive!

He smiled. He truly felt like a god now. Immortal. Omnipotent. Omniscient. He lifted his two fists in a gesture of self-congratulation. He had the ability to see, to reach, to conquer… Diminishing speed.

Mother of god…!

Something going wrong with his ship’s huge anti-gravity synthesizers — automatically noticed by the indicator that read the pull of the nearby stars on his spacecraft. He switched autopilot control on the gravity drives, switched off the light drives and delegated control of the ship to the small, ion drive autopilot; a state-of-the-art artificial intelligence computer. He sighed yet again as his craft further decelerated. Then his proximity sensor blipped.

The AI computer, reading the astrogator screen in alliance with the laser/radar imaging cameras, gave him the information that the graviton anomaly was a huge disc, distance more than three hundred light minutes away.

He cancelled out the alert states of his ship’s armament just as the IFF — Identity Friend or Foe — radar sensor told him the ship was one of his planet’s superships; a scientific vessel whose identity was unknown up till now. His own identity was to remain secret, no matter what. Omen had impressed that vividly to him after his main mission briefing. Under no circumstance reveal yourself… He smiled again. He would not. He was a…a… Try as hard as he could, he could not reverse his partially electronically blanked-out memory. Then the blaze of fire as the alien terminator crafts vaporized under the brute fire force of zonguldak escort his ship’s guns came again. Then, like a warm susurration, the memories spilled into his consciousness.

Sango…his family name, was Sango. Segan was his given name. House of Marduk. Rebels, Prison Planet, civil war, saboteur mission… Mission?… Mission!

By the God of War!…

He hadn’t crosschecked his sensors!.. He had been caught off-guard like a rookie on his first mission. The IFF could have been damaged during the duel. The thing out there could be an enemy vessel, ready to blast him to smithereens. Time to war again. No…He was tired…He needed a plan. He cancelled out the alert states of his weapons systems, realizing that he had unconsciously switched it on again.

Target distance… His computers ticked off the distances. Estimated time of arrival — ETA — two hours. He tensed, then relaxed as he settled in for the long wait.

The memory of the events in the Prison Planet lingered in the screen at the back of his mind as the gap closed. The pain in his guts intensified, then he tore away from the memory. Others came to replace it. The automatic pilot further decreased the speed of his hurtling warcraft as he made the call to seek permission to come in for a docking. Slowly, he reached for the knob on the torso of his semi-armored uniform spacesuit that changed the configuration and shade of his highly prized officer’s light armor. He twisted gently. The configuration of the runes on his body-spanning metaplastic outer-layer armor morphed. The color of the spacesuit body piece, helmet and visor-plate changed from deep green to blue.

The immense ship, THE BULLION, as its traffic control identified it, belonged to the government of his planet — and if the control crew found out that he was a rebel soldier under the seceding Omen, he had his stars to thank if he got out of the ship with his butt intact… The Prince Omen had been fighting against his father for over a decade now: for the liberation of their people; who were ultimately slaves to the terror of the varied weapons of subjugation and huge budgets of conquests the Emperorship swallowed in his bid for ultimate space power.

That meant less food for the masses, more work and low life expectancy; this compounded by the miserable wages the Throne handed the proletariat. There seemed no end in sight to the civil war as both sides fought ferociously for its own cause. One day, during a lull in the battles to take one of the Throne’s big cities, Omen had called him off the warfronts to his vast, secret headquarters. Inside his regal office the great lord had commended his bravery and skill in war. Omen had then asked him to do their cause one last favor, and if he could return — Omen had made it plain to him that all the other great lords of his elite unit who had been sent on the same mission in the past, had never returned — he would not need to fight in the warfronts again. If he accomplishes the mission, he would be promoted; his allowances increased a hundredfold; good accommodation would be provided him; three of the best protectors in his Vector Squad would be his bodyguards, if he so wished… The offers seemed endless. Even going as high as being granted a permanent seat as a senator on the Board of Advisors — the most prestigious posts after the seat of the Prince himself in the rebel enclave.

He was sent to aid the Venamon — a half-antimatter race of angel-like humanoids trapped by unknown means — to escape the prison planet. The Prison Planet: A rogue world that rove from galaxy to galaxy, somehow escaping the gravity well and clutches of nearby stars as it virtually flashed through star clusters and solar systems. Banded by a physical, enclosing wall of anti-energy that was more effective than a mere gargantuan cage in that it progressively drained off shielded antimatter energy from the fugitive race living on it. Captives on a world of their choosing, visitors had therefore nicknamed it The Prison Planet…

That mission almost killed him!

He had been caught, only to be kept for the sport of a female she-beast. Revulsion filled the pit of his stomach as he remembered what the she-monster had done to him. He shook the thoughts out of his head and wondered how Omen and the others were faring… Then he made his reply to the calling Throne traffic control fleet-ship officer. He informed the female controller through Guard fleet-ship laser frequencies that he was a scout returning from the distant Latvian Solar Imperium; where, in the course of his duties, he had been ambushed and nearly annihilated. The female controller confirmed their detection of a violent aurora of fiery lights from the region of space he was coming from, and that they were looking forward to receiving him, if he could properly identify himself: Name, rank, unit, and number. If possible, a vidscan of himself…

He reported a faked malfunction: his videocom screen was out of order; he would need repairs on that, as well as immediate refueling of his ship. He also needed some food, too — just enough to last him the rest of the way home. And would they please hurry it up, as he had some urgent mission reports to deliver to the Imperial Fleet Headquarters?

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Lake Havasu day 2

Dennis wakes up with the light shining into the room. He listens and doesn’t hear anyone else moving around. He gets up and puts on his shorts and shoes. He looks around for a pen and paper and upon finding some he leaves a note saying he went to the store for some supplies and will return soon. He quietly exits and once at his car he puts on a clean shirt and heads out.

Thirty minutes later he returns and grabs the bags and opens the door. Inside he finds Gloria, Tiffany and Vanessa sitting at the table. He notices the coffee maker on the counter is brewing a pot. He asks if anyone is hungry and get 3 heads nodding yes. He takes the bags and puts them on the counter. The same counter that was used last night. He smiles to himself and unloads some eggs, bacon, bread, butter, milk and cereal. He asks what everyone wants and they all say eggs and bacon. He finds two flying pans and gets to work cooking the eggs and bacon. He finds a toaster and toasts up some slices of bread. Once the food is cooked he asks who wants eggs and bacon with buttered bread on the side and who wants it made into a sandwich.

Everyone says a breakfast sandwich sounds great so he prepares 4 and brings them to the table. Just as they start to eat Wendy appears wearing just her panties. She asks what smells so good and everyone looks at her. Gloria is the first to respond and tell her maybe she should get dressed first. She waves it off saying whatever but does turn around and head back to the bedroom. She returns wearing a t shirt that only comes to mid belly and her panties. Gloria shakes her head and Dennis gets up to give her the seat. He goes to the stove and fixes her a breakfast sandwich also.

He moves back to the sofa while the girls talk among themselves. He can tell they are discussing plans for the day. Swimming and tanning are definitely the top ideas until Gloria mentions that her friends also own a boat and maybe she can get use of it. They tell her to find out and she heads to the back where the phone is.

When she returns she tells them that she can use the boat if someone could tow it to the launch and back. She says her car does not have a hitch. Dennis says that he knows most U-Haul’s have temporary bumper hitches for rent and his Cadillac with pull anything.

It is decided that Dennis will go see about a hitch, Vanessa and Tiffany want to walk over the London Bridge and Wendy and Gloria are going to hang out in the house. Everyone agrees to meet back here at 11AM.

Renting a bumper hitch is no problem and it is soon attached to his car and he is on the way back to the house.

Vanessa and Tiffany casually stroll up to and over the London Bridge which has been transported and rebuild here at the lake. Vanessa tells Tiffany that she saw Wendy sneak out of the room last night to have sex with Dennis. Tiffany tells her she knows because Wendy caught them in the act. Vanessa is shocked but smiles. Vanessa tells her she thought about it herself but with just breaking up with Steve she didn’t want to jump into anything, besides she thought Dennis and Amber were a couple.

Everyone meets back at the house just before 11 and plans are made. Gloria will ride with Dennis to get the boat and bring it to the boat launch. The other girls are in charge of getting drinks and food for on the boat and bringing it to the launch.

Gloria gives Rich directions and it only takes a few minutes to arrive at the boat. It is a pontoon boat with a canopy, some seats and an open deck. Dennis backs up to the boat trailer and gets it hooked up. He does not have a light connector but since they are not travelling far and won’t be on a main road it should be fine. They head towards the boat launch. He asks Gloria how she is doing today and she tells him she feels like a fool for putting herself in the position for that to happen to her. He tells her it is not her fault that some jackass would do that. Soon they arrive at the launch. They do not see the other girls or Gloria’s car so they decide to launch the boat while they wait. Gloria climbs in the boat and Dennis backs it down and into the water. It is released from the trailer and Gloria brings it around to the dock next to the launch while Dennis parks the car and trailer.

Dennis puts on his flip flops and grabs some sunscreen before joining Gloria on the boat. He asks Gloria if she brought a swim suit and she shows him a small bag she brought alone. The boat is open and he asks where she plans on changing. She had not thought of that and asks if she can use his car. He gives her the keys and she heads over to change in the car.

Gloria returns just as the other girls arrive. She appears to be dressed the same so her suit must be under her clothes. The trunk appears to be open as they drove up. Soon they see why as the girls pull a large cooler from the back. Tiffany drags to towards the dock and the others bring bags of food and ice. Dennis is told to go unload kırşehir escort the drinks and bring them to the boat. In the car he finds 2 cases of beer, one case of water and a box of wine. He soon has it loaded and the girls begin to fill the cooler.

Dennis asks where the cooler came from and the girls tell him they found it in a shed at the house when they went back to get their suits on. He looks and sees they all are in street clothes with the suits underneath.

Soon everything is loaded and they pull away from the dock. Gloria is steering the boat towards the center of the lake. The girls remove the other garments to reveal the bikinis underneath. Dennis recognizes the bikini Vanessa is wearing from the canyon. Jokingly he says, last time I saw that it was a one piece. Vanessa blushes but the other girls start teasing her. They tell her she should wear it the same way. She stands on the deck looking at each of them then replies while looking at Dennis. That isn’t what you were wearing either. He tells her he doesn’t have a problem with going au natural but maybe they should head to one of the coves around the lake instead of out in the open. They all agree but Gloria is not familiar with the lake. Dennis takes over the controls and points the boat northwest towards the far side of the lake.

As they travel the girls all spread out their towels and begin to sunbath on the deck. Dennis enjoys the view as he steers them towards the shoreline. Soon he comes to an opening and steers the boat into a large cove surrounded by trees. Once in the cove he steers to the right and the lake is no longer in view. He shuts down the engine and drops the anchor. He then drops his shorts and strolls to the cooler for a beer. He finds a deck chair and sits down. He is looking at 4 beautiful ladies in bikinis while he is completely nude. Tiffany stands up and says when in Rome and removes her bikini top. The other girls look on but she doesn’t stop there and soon is also naked. She sits back on her towel to apply sunscreen to her breasts and bottom area.

She then tells Vanessa, let’s see that one piece. Vanessa sits up and removes her bikini top. She takes the sunscreen from Tiffany and begins to rub it all over her chest. Dennis is mesmerized and doesn’t notice that Gloria is now topless and Wendy is fully nude. They all pass the sun cream around and cover the unprotected areas. Dennis also does his front. He asks if anyone needs a drink and Gloria, Wendy and Tiffany ask for a beer but Vanessa want wine. He passes out the beers then looks through the bags for plastic cups for the wine. He fills a large solo cup and gives it to Vanessa. The girls move to front of the boat where there is a small deck just above the water line. They sit with their feet in the water drinking their beverages. Dennis now only can see the backs of these lovely ladies so he joins them on the front sitting on the end next to Wendy. Tiffany gets up and sits on the other side or Dennis.             

When Dennis finishes his beer he stands up and jumps into the lake. Soon each of the girls follows and they swim and splash having fun. Soon Vanessa climbs back onto the boat. She gets a fresh cup of wine and chugs it down standing on the deck. Then with a what the hell attitude she drops her bikini bottoms and jumps back in. Now only Gloria is wearing her bikini bottoms. Of course the other girls start to tease her but Dennis tells them to chill. She will be comfortable at her own pace if she even decides to go nude.

Soon everyone is back on deck and picking their spot to get more sun. Wendy and Vanessa each lay down on the benches on either side. Gloria and Tiffany get back on the deck on their towels. Dennis returns to the chair. As soon as he sits down Wendy tells him he needs to do every ones backs so they don’t burn. He happily obliges and starts with Wendy. Squirting the sun cream on the middle of her back he then starts to work it into her skin. From her shoulders, down her back, making sure to get the sides of her breasts. He squirts a little more on her ass and rubs it in thoroughly before moving down each leg. This is repeated on each girl until only Gloria remains. He again starts at her shoulders and down her back. He is careful not to reach too far around her sides by her breasts. He does not want her to be uncomfortable. When he reaches her butt he rubs around the edges of her bikini bottoms then finishes her legs. She looks over her shoulder and gives him a smile.

He returns to his seat relaxing and sipping his beer looking over 4 beauties, 3 of whom are nude lying out in front of him. As he sits he becomes aware of the heat and after 15 or 20 minutes he decides to take another dip in the lake. Stepping around the girls he goes to the front and dives in. He is instantly refreshed so he casually swims towards the shore just 30 yards away. He climbs onto the shore and surveys the area. No other boats have entered their little cove. He decides to malatya escort stroll along the bank. He then hears a splash and looks back towards the boat. He is surprised to see it is Gloria swimming towards him. He waits for her to come ashore. She tells him she noticed him on the shore and thought a walk would be nice. He reaches for her hand and she takes it and they continue around the cove. It doesn’t take long before they are at the entrance to the cove and will either have to turn back or swim across the opening. They decide to enter the water and swim across. A few minutes later it is shallow enough to stand. Gloria stops and faces Dennis. Her upper body and small pert breasts above the water. Dennis moves towards her. She thanks him for being considerate to her feelings the night before and for trying to find her attacker. She leans towards him and he leans in for an embrace. After a long hug she turns her head and looks into his eyes before kissing him. They only kiss for a short time but it is electric. He takes her hand and they walk along the shore to the closest point to the boat. They wade in and swim back to the boat.

They climb aboard to find Vanessa and Wendy have rolled onto their backs and Tiffany is sitting in a chair with a fresh drink. Dennis takes the time to note that both Wendy and Tiffany are clean shaved at their vaginas but Vanessa has a small landing strip of hair. Gloria gets herself a beer and waves it at Dennis. He nods his head and she grabs one for him. She hands him the beer and takes a seat next to him. Tiffany looks at them and smiles and gives Dennis a wink. Then she gets up and with a huge splash jumps off the boat into the lake.

Suddenly she swims back to the ladder and climbs aboard. She points towards the entrance of the cove where another boat has started to enter. She asks if everyone thinks they should get dressed but Dennis tells them to chill until they can see who is on the boat. If it’s a family then they should cover up but if it’s other adults it should be okay. The boats continues straight in until it comes to the shore about 100 yards away. A fit looking guys jumps off and ties the boat to a tree on the shore. From this distance they can tell he is wearing swim trunks. They soon see another guy and 2 girls climb off the boat onto the shore.

Wendy asks what they are doing since she and Vanessa are lying down and can’t see over the edge. Tiffany tells her they appear to be setting up some chairs on the shore. A cooler is carried off the boat and they all sit facing the water and the boat containing Dennis and the girls. They are all wearing swimming suits but don’t seem to have noticed the attire of the group on the boat.

Since they have set up and appear to be staying awhile Dennis suggests that maybe he and one of the girls should head over and see if they mind their lack of clothing. Wendy volunteers to go along and stands up and waves towards the other group. They see her and wave back, then Dennis and her step off the boat and swim to the shore. They climb out and start walking towards the group on the beach. As they get closer it is apparent that they just noticed a nude Wendy and Dennis approaching. When they get close Wendy speaks first saying hello and I hope you don’t mind our lack of suits. Both guys quickly answer that it’s ok with them. The girls just smile and look both Wendy and Dennis up and down. They introduce themselves as Tim and Joe. Tim is muscular and tan. Joe is skinny and has a beard. The girls are Jane and Sally. Jane has short dirty blonde hair. An average figure and is wearing a modest multicolored bikini. Sally also has an average figure and has the same hair color, just longer. She is wearing a neon pink bikini; they both appear to have C cup breasts.

They tell Wendy and Dennis this is their regular spot when they come to the lake. Most days they are alone except holiday weekends when tons of people are on the lake. Wendy asks if they usually wear suits or do they like to skinny dip in the cove. Tim jokes that they do sometimes after a few drinks when the girls loosen up. Sally says to Tim, “I don’t see you getting naked now either until you are 4 or 5 beers in.” Tim replies, really and stands up and drops his trunks before sitting back down. Dennis notices Wendy checking out his package. He grabs his beer and says, “See no problem or shyness here.” Joe, Sally and Jane look at each other deciding what to do next. Sally makes the next move removing her bikini top. Then Joe drops his trunks and finally Jane removes her bikini top. Tim looks at the girls and says to them that they are only half way there. Sally relents and removes her bottoms but Jane remains sitting.

Dennis and Wendy say see you later and head back down the beach before getting in the water heading back to the boat. When the water is at Dennis’ mid chest and Wendy’s neck and they are ready to swim the rest of the way to the boat Wendy stops Dennis and puts her arms around niğde escort his neck and her legs around his body. They start to make out. This has Dennis beginning to get hard and Wendy reaches down under the water with one hand to stroke his cock until it is fully erect. She then slides down slightly and Dennis enters her. They start to fuck slowing keeping time with the small waves in the lake. Wendy continues kissing Dennis while he holds her by her ass to control their movements. Wendy stops kissing and puts her tongue in his ear, then down to his neck. Dennis has never had anyone do that before but it feels erotic and he quickens his pace. As he continues to pump into her faster and faster she sucks on his neck creating a hickey. It isn’t long before they both are ready to climax and as Wendy starts to cum she yells out YES! Once Dennis has released his load into her he holds her tight against his body while they both come down and their breathing returns to normal. He releases her and she unwraps her legs from around him. With a nod and a smile they both swim the short distance to the boat and climb aboard. Gloria is now sitting in a deck chair next to Tiffany and Vanessa is again on her belly tanning her back.

Tiffany asks if the other couples seem nice and Wendy says yes. Tiff says to Wendy that it appears she talked them into losing most of their swimwear. Wendy tells her about the banter between Tim and Sally and how it convinced 3 of them to get nude. Tiff then asks why it seemed to take so long to get from the shore to the boat. Her smirk tells Dennis and Wendy that she already knows so they look at each other and shrug. Dennis says he noticed trails going off into the trees and maybe he will explore one in a few minutes. Tiffany asks if he wants company but before he can reply Vanessa looks up and says it sounds like fun to her. Vanessa gets up and drains the remainder of her drink and grabs Dennis’s hand and pulls him up and out of his chair. He chugs the rest of his beer and follows her to the edge of the boat. They jump into the water and head to shore. Once there they take each other’s hand and walk towards the closest trail off to the right. They hear splashing and look back at the boat to see the other 3 girls are now swimming around next to the boat.

They start up the trail and soon cannot see the boat or the girls in the water. They stroll along the trail making small talk. Vanessa tells Dennis that she was nervous at first when she went topless at the canyon but now she feels comfortable being nude here at the lake. She asks if he has enjoyed his time at the lake and he tells her it has been amazing. He was expecting to hear from Amber and was surprised to be invited by Tiffany. She tells him it is apparent that Wendy has the hots for him. Dennis admits that she is sexy and fun but that he is just going with the flow and trying not to get too attached to anyone at this time.

They come to a grassy clearing and Vanessa suggests they sit and rest and enjoy the sun. They then lay back on the ground looking up in the sky. Vanessa asks Dennis if he thinks she is a pretty as Wendy. He tells her they are both beautiful in their own ways and who is prettier depends on what any guy likes the most. If he is into big boobs then they would be drawn to Wendy but if they are looking for a beautifully proportioned body with great legs and ass then definitely her. She asks Dennis which he prefers. He tells her he is generally a boob guy but he has been drawn to her ever since they got on the boat. She tells him thanks. She is not looking for a new relationship with just breaking up but with what has been going on with the other girls she is jealous and horny. He tells her he can fix the horny part and reaches over to fondle her breast they brings his mouth to one while caressing the other. He continues to suck and fondle her breasts, then moves down kissing her belly and then down to her pussy lips. She spreads her legs wide and he dives directly into her pussy with his tongue. He licks up and down stopping to lick and suck her clit. He can tell she is really turned on by the wetness he is feeling on his face. He continues to give her clit extra attention while inserting a finger into her dripping wet pussy.

She tells him to stop and gets out from under him. Then pushing him onto his back she hungrily attacks his dick with her warm mouth. She sucks him off while playing with his balls. As her head bobs up and down she takes him deeper and deeper into her mouth. She is soon deep throating him on every bob. He tells her he is about to cum and asks where she wants it. She stops sucking his dick and says on my face and chest. He gets up and grabs his rod and strokes it pointing at her face. He starts to shoot his load onto her face then towards her breasts. She licks her lips and reaches up and finishes milking him. He sits down next to her and kisses her softly telling her how wonderful that felt. He tells her he never shot his load at someone’s face before. She said she never had it done and her ex always wanted to and she refused and this was her way of spiting him. Dennis is limp and both are covered in sweat and Vanessa with cum. She suggests going to the lake to wash off. They get up and turn towards the path back to the lake when they see movement.

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You’ve seen your share of riots and mob activity; stability was a fleeting thing in your home city, something that these first world people with their first world problems often took for granted. Then again, more and more were the Americans you’d come to live among resembling the people you’d left behind, and you had to give it to them: these Yankees knew how to throw a proper riot.

It’s a singularly terrifying experience that mainlines adrenaline through your veins as you are tossed and jostled, sinking into the crowd rather than resisting them as they made to tear the door off your bank. You hoped they were controlled enough that they wouldn’t devolve into a lynch-mob, though when you saw angry hands reach out and grab a panicking Jun and drag him away, you could only fear and assume the worst.

Would they tear you to pieces?

Were you going to be burned alive like a witch?

All you’d wanted was to not be poor and hungry, to live in a civilized country and enjoy medical treatment, to eat clean food and drink untainted water…this bank job had been your one, singular shot at getting that and by god you’d worked so hard for it.

Was the price, just when things were starting to get good, going to be your life?

Devil: No. It won’t. Fight them.

You refuse to give in, and although you are by no means stronger than thousands of angry City folk, when you feel a hand wrap painfully around your wrist you turn and slam the heel of your palm upward into a nose – there’s a CRACK, a spray, and a red-bandana wearing activist drops her sign, gargling indignantly through a snoutful of blood. The subway tunnel is only a few blocks from here; you can already hear sirens approaching but the cops were just as likely to gun you down as any protesters should the lead start to fly.

Pushing and shoving, you feel your blazer rip at the shoulder before a sleeve is torn away – that was a nice one you’d bought for this occasion! – and someone strikes you painfully in the ribs with a sign; you’re unstoppably high on adrenaline however, like a mother bear saving her cub from poachers only in this case the cub was your own life. “HEY! GRAB HER, SHE’S A TURNCOAT!”

A swarthy man and his sunburned, angry companion (who seemed to have almost no chin) seize you roughly, nails scrabbling into your skin, and wrestle you to the concrete; they’re swearing at you, spitting epithets your way about how you’re ’empowering an enemy’ and ‘sending jobs to people with no labor protections’. You’re not doing any of those things, you’re literally just hooking government officials up with loans so they can build bridges in their own cities and you shout this in a voice that scratches your throat raw, but…it’s to no avail.

You’re dragged through the crowd – your arms twisted behind your back painfully by no-chin, the big, sweat-stinking man pushing you along shouts “WE CAUGHT ONE!”. You feel yourself pelted with bottles, empty soda cans, there a banana clocks you in the face like a fucking boomerang. You see what appears to be one of the armored cars your bank uses to transfer money, painted red and black with anti-oppression catchphrases whose meaning was likely understood by 10% of the crowd, condemnation of global capitalism…someone drew a dick of course, incredibly anatomically accurate, shooting semen and your mind begins to wander –

Devil: I never thought I’d say this but now is not the time!

What can you do though? You watch in horror as Minister Jun is hauled atop the armored van – tears are streaming down his cheeks, you can hear him pleading desperately, begging as the tables are turned and all his loathsome, authoritarian barking means nothing to people who see him as little more than an upjumped villain to be brought low.

You: Oh my god oh my god they’re going to execute him, they’re going to execute me!

Devil: You have to break free, do whatever you need to!

What they do to Minister Jun is arguably worse than a public lynching…at least, from his perspective, before his collection of servants.

“BU YAO! WO BU YAAAAOOO -“

A white, viscous substance whose sour reek you recognize from years of office work is poured over him by the bucketful; he shrieks like a stuck pig as the hot glue sticks in his hair, over his suit coat, filling his mouth and causing him to spit and gurgle. His brash authority and the weight of his tantrums are shorn from him; you practically see his confidence spiraling into the void where his power once was, and you recall when Gandalf killed the Goblin King in that trippy 70s Hobbit film your cousin bootlegged for your 8th birthday.

You can hear his servants yowling in equal parts vindication and terror as a pair of rioters dump bags of bright pink feathers over the minister, snapping videos and photos that will no doubt go on social media, lead to numerous lawsuits, and likely a diplomatic row…and you ordu escort being the Hispanic, female employee closest to this disaster, would likely receive the blame, thrown to the wolves.

The injustice rises in your throat like acid-reflex after drinking a pilsner on an empty stomach…cold and carbonated, yet burning and acrid. “No,” you whisper as you struggle once again – the girl who’d beaten you with a sign has the gall to slap you, which simply activates your inner honey-badger and sends you into an incandescent rage. The world turns red as you tear away from the man holding you, shredding your blazer and tearing the lower section of your dress away as the humid air, reeking of sweaty bodies, caresses your thighs.

No-Chin’s face turns apple-red as you claw her cheeks open with your black-painted nails, tearing into her flesh and down her chin like a jaguar. She bends over with a shocked, offended sound, like she can’t believe that you’re actually ripping away strips of her skin and she’s more outraged than hurt. As her blood drips on the concrete, your stylish dress is reduced to little more than a slutty cocktail skirt by tearing, grasping hands. You turn to fight your way through the crowd toward the subway station; pushing, striking, taking blows and never slowing down.

You see it, the liminal area of the roiling mob where stragglers or the occasional media personnel lingers – they lash out at you to grab you as you rush past, leaving nailmarks and friction burns on you exposed arms and legs; someone snatches your hair near your temple (which HURTS!), and you bite their finger like Gollum after the ring until they release you with a shocked sound.

Pushing a startled, blue-haired girl out of the way, at the edge of liberation, you find yourself running smack into a rotund yet hard belly, sending you back onto the concrete path you’d cleared. You look up at a man, easily twice your weight, his pale skin greasy with sweat; his green shorts are a couple shades too tight, and you notice his fly is unzipped. It’s threatening, especially the way he slaps an empty, plastic waterbottle into his palm with a *THOONK* like he’s going to billy-club you with it.

He’s way too big; there’s no way you can escape your absurd fate now. Despair turns your sweat cold as he reaches down toward you with an ominous frown behind his scraggly black beard. You close your eyes…

“AAAAGH!”

A masculine, indignant peel of fury meets you, and you open your eyes to see your captor wrestling with a tall, broad-shouldered figure whose silhouette, outlined against the sun, renders him indistinct. It’s an enchanting moment that leaves you starry-eyed as you realize your savior is jamming a slice of pizza into his face – questions such as where he got it from and what toppings it has fly through your scattered brain like sparrows startled by a dog. Jalapeño peppers scatter on the pavement; it must be agonizing, you’d made the mistake of rubbing your eyes after working with poblanos. Your shining knight wipes his marinara stained hands – you picture them as armored gauntlets, dripping with his fallen enemy’s gore – on the mewling rioter’s shirt as he rolls on the ground before turning to you.

He pulls you up from the ground as if you weigh little more than a kitten, and when you rise against him you recognize Aram immediately.

His short, dark hair is slightly disheveled and you can see a contusion where he was probably punched, but…neither on the train, nor standing tall and proud on the news van shouting into the megaphone, had he looked so handsome.

“I’m so sorry – “

You know what he’s going to say and you don’t want to hear it, you just pull him against you roughly and kiss him hard enough to bite his teeth…but only for a second. Your eyes do the talking – or rather it would be more appropriate to say that the Devil on Your Shoulder speaks to him with a simple lustful, demanding stare, one that he returns by falling into your gaze. He’s so delicious; Aram’s shirt is also torn such that you can see his chest, and the scent of his sweat brings back vivid sensory memories of your time with him in the subway car.

You must have him. You must have him now, you don’t care about what just happened, you’ve never been more sexually excited in your life than your near brush with glueing-and-feathering, and possibly worse given your identity and the proclivities of hostile mobs. Despite the fact that there are no motels, and your car isn’t nearby to ride him in the backseat, you know just the perfect place to satisfy the aching need in your loins. In fact it’s just on the other end of the block from the bank.

Your fingers lock with his and you tug him with you, extricating you both from the crowd.

—

Devil: I clearly had the wrong read on you Anastasia…here I thought you were a timid, sweet thing, like some exotic, furtive office-dwelling tropical bird. Now look osmaniye escort at you.

You: I don’t get it. I’m not this way. There’s just something about Aram and Tiberius that warps me.

Devil: Or perhaps…they simply burn away your shell, the one you used to protect yourself from the world and its judgments.

You: I can’t be this way. Two men? One after the other? I must be sick in the head.

Devil: You’re happy though. Happier than you’ve ever been.

You: How do you know? How long have you been here in my head?

Devil: Oh Anastasia. I’ve always been here, since before you could even form memories. I’ve been the guardian at the gates of your desire, the governess of your hedonistic needs; I’m that voice whispering honey into your ear with my pink, forked tongue. When you’re happy, I am ascendent; when you suffer, I am the one shouting at you through the din. Enjoy him.

After you’d escaped the riot and used your bank ID to get two free passes at the eKiosk – working for Mammon had its perks – you both slip into the DeVagio Botanical Gardens. It’s humid in here, but blessedly cooler than the concrete labyrinth of the City, and the frosted glass ceiling spares you from the worst of the Gulf Coast sun. Despite the torn state of your clothing, your chipped nails and your tousled hair, you’ve never felt more desirable, more beautiful; his eyes are upon you the entire time, and he’s never stopped touching you.

Once you’re together you find it impossible to stop talking, and to your delight you find that his mind is just as rapid-fire as yours, and he’s as quick to adapt to a changing situation as you’ve always been. Out of the frying pan and into the garden, you find yourself strolling closely at his side as if you hadn’t just escaped certain doom moments before, as if this is some sort of impromptu date and you remember you always wished someone would take you out here. Your relationships have been characterized by one-night-stands and flings, casual hook-ups that never quite developed into what you had longed for, but this…

Your attraction to him only grows with each word; they’re music to your ears.

“Electric Wizard reached their zenith when they released Dopethrone, ever since then they’ve been in decline; young people don’t listen to metal anymore – “

Good taste in music: check.

” -can’t possibly face down a regime like the CCP without collective action, that’s the cycle of Chinese history where people rise together and overthrow a dynasty; only then can a true communist nation be formed again…not that I support any organized systems – “

Good taste in politics: check.

“You’re honestly one of the most ravishing, stunning women I’ve ever seen…you’re way beyond my league Anastasia – no pressure of course, even though I definitely have my hopes…”

Devil: Good taste in women…check.

You: Oh stop.

You’re beaming, ear to ear, your tawny cheeks burnished pink and flushed. Your nipples are hard as diamonds, your clitoris is swollen and rubbing against your cum-slicked panties with each step you take, and your heart is thundering in your chest. At some point you stop paying attention to whatever he’s saying and just stare at his gogeous face with those long-swept, dark eyes…that defined, strong jawline…the expressive way he betrays his intelligence. All the features you find irresistible in a man.

Your eyes once again crawl downward, enjoying every inch of his physique; the way the sinews of his neck stand out, the definition of his powerful chest and shoulders, the impression of his abs…and of course, when your gaze finds his belt, you remember the heft and length of his penis. Your vagina gives a hot throb, from your depths to your lips, as you stare at his prominent bulge and imagine having him to yourself, alone and in your bedroom…lurid, hot thoughts whirl around in your mind, and you realize he’s looking at you expectantly – oh no he asked you a question –

Devil: – and you weren’t paying attention because you were fantasizing about fucking that big cock of his, feeling his sperm shooting hot and thick into you like Tiberius’ –

You: Yes I was, okay?! I don’t want him to think I wasn’t paying attention or that I’m stupid, what should I do?!

You don’t wait for the Devil to answer; you give in to impulse and grab what remains of his shirt to pull him in for a fierce kiss, hoping beyond all hope that it isn’t awkward and doesn’t put him off, and…when his powerful arms coil around your lissome midsection, your close your eyes and sink into him. It’s wonderful; sucking off Tiberius’ cock, then riding it in public had been an incredibly lewd, passionate experience, but this was different.

Hearts in your eyes, little Cupids circling your head peppering sinop escort you with arrows, sparkles suffusing the air…It’s perfect, even though you’re both sweaty and feeling the sting from your fair share of bruises and scrapes. It’s the kind of kiss that has musical accompaniment in movies, or that people applaud for, but the only soundtrack in the DeVagio Botanical Gardens is the trickle of the little river nearby, the quiet tittering of chickadees and cardinals and the percussion of your hearts beating close to each other.

Time becomes immaterial as you gaze into his long, upward-swept eyes, and you make a quiet, giddy sound that can’t be easily described beyond low, susurrating hunger. Free of an audience, you wordlessly tug him underneath a bridge crossing the muttering brook with its moss-covered rock bottom, and he presses you against the trunk of a blooming Magnolia tree to kiss you beneath its flowers.

“Aram…” you break contact with his lips reluctantly, your breath little more than a honeyed tickle against his chin, “you’re really amazing…can I just say that? Before whatever happens in ten minutes, or tomorrow or next week, I just want you to know I’ve never felt like this with a man on just…first sight. Cuz that’s what it was, you know? First sight, and I just – “

“- felt your heart pound, felt a twist in your lower body, couldn’t stop staring?” His voice is so gentle and warm like a blanket of vernal Spring draped around your shoulders, the tip of his nose nuzzling your cheek. You already feel close to him, in a way you didn’t with Tiberius in spite of the fact the other man’s seed is still warm against your womb…a glass-shard pang of worry stabs your gut, that he might not want you for that. “It was the same for me. When I saw you, I couldn’t help myself and kept trying to get close to you on the subway – I’m sorry, I know it’s creepy,” but you interrupt him by gently plucking his lip with your teeth.

“I groped you on the train-car, and then ground myself on your cock to make myself cum, and then shot your load off without even knowing your last name, you’re not the creepy one here,” you laugh, and soon the both of you are chuckling at the frantic heat you’d both felt.

“Anastasia,” he begins quietly.

“Yes?” your teeth rasp gently along the back of his hand, nibbling on his scarred knuckles.

“Can we have sex? Underneath this flowering tree?”

“Yes…and it’s a Magnolia.” You bite his neck softly as you start undoing his belt, and he begins to unclasp your bra.

Devil: Sooo dreamy, sooOOoo romantic – making love in a garden next to a river, nobody around yet in the midst of a public space…oh Anastasia I’m so proud of you, he’s going to fuck you so well.

Your clothes are soon spread beneath you on the soft grass, his naked, powerful body pressed against yours. You smell…

The perfume of Magnolia flowers, a petal-soft rain trickling around you, over his back; sugar-sweet and smooth, a rose-blush dappling in your hair.

The fresh, clear flow of river-water, trickling at your side against rocky banks; cool air rises to roll over your naked body and his, carrying hints of earth and stone.

His pleasant scent…his masculine sweat, his coconut-scented shampoo, a sort of neutral sweetness – he tastes as wonderful as he smells.

Your thoughts lose their composure as you melt beneath his attention. You’re completely bared to him but for your panties, soaked with your arousal and Tiberius’ semen, and each time you feel his rock-hard erection press against your swollen sex beneath it is accompanied by a quiet, sticky sound. You moan and mewl softly as his lips and teeth find your neck, your shoulder, arching your hips in reflexive need when he sucks your Hershey’s kiss-dark nipples into his mouth.

You want him right now, you don’t even want to bother with foreplay after what you did on the train with him, and after your tryst with Thaddeus. “Aram,” you purr in a cinnamon-spiced voice, reaching down to dig your nails into his bared, muscular ass, to pull him closer, “Fuck me…please? I’ve been wanting you inside of me since I touched your big, beautiful cock.” Your fingers find that thick, curved length, stroking the head of his manhood against your clitoris.

“You’re soaking wet for me.” You can hear him grinning against your ear and you adore his confidence, but…it isn’t just your own juices slicking your pink, swollen vulva.

“I am.” You play along and cup his testicles, pressing your lips together coquettishly; you can practically feel them churning with sperm production (or perhaps it’s your overactive imagination), and you lift your hips again. “It’s just…”

Devil: You have to tell him.

“It’s just aannhhh oh fuck oh god…” you trail off when you feel his girthy, swollen glans slide past your inner lips and enter you – color flashes before your dark brown gaze, which widens and stares upward at the glass ceiling of the gardens. When his crown grinds up against your G-spot your eyes glaze over, breath catching in your throat when he pulls back and you feel the ridge of his head catch against your clitoris. Fuck his cock feels good inside of you.

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“FUCK ME! FUCK ME! FUCK ME!”

This time around her verses were not conceived of any nervous instrument of mental relief. Piper Cherry was out of her mind and craving her taker, neighbor, and best friends husband Henry McKellen. While telling herself, and his wife Josie that she was going to put a lengthy space between sexual encounters with Henry, this was not by her design. Henry had just marched right into her home and went in for the kill. Bloody murder at least on her part. She could not stop screaming her lungs out at just how bestial Henry was at the moment. Something she sorely needed.

After a rather erotic day at school between wood shop dancing, showering in the girls locker room while giving BJ counselling, followed by Detention boys cuffing her and abusing her body, a side street masturbation, and a follow up second shower at a local car wash she was beyond needy. She was glad that Henry joined her, if not him she might have done the unthinkable with her nephew Mace. Something she was resisting with all of her might. Her nephew’s own sexual exploits messing with her mind, watching him over her home security cameras via cellphone, her own cheerleaders skipping school just to tackle her sister’s son for their own mischief. He was certainly talented in his big boy rants.

Henry saved her soul tonight showing up unexpectedly like some greedy land baron wanting her every acre of flesh as if it were the last thing in his world to conquer. She was hardly giving up property rights but he was welcome to share certain boundaries. Cross that line Mister McKellen.

“Shit! Shit! Shit! Henry? Dear God!” She could not get much past those exclamations for his overpowering persona. What had consumed this man? Some ravaging demon from hell had possessed him into a sexual masterpiece suddenly, tossing her about between heartbeats so fast she could barely catch any semblance of a second wind. Even her dog keeping his distance worried she might be in trouble, grumbling in uncertain huffs without actually any aggressive barking. Perhaps the dog sensed Henry as no real threat even with his owner crying out like an agonizing banshee.

Outside Piper’s bedroom her nephew Mace was pacing about the hallway at witnessing their intimate warzone. He was blown away by Henry himself being older, with a stamina that almost rivaled Mace himself. Seeing them on the wall security video monitor and just hearing his Aunt’s excessive howling made him crazy. He often wondered what his Aunt was truly like sexually, his only times seeing her naked with another being a woman, Henry’s wife Josie. However those were just awkward positions caught at the end of any actual sexually encouraged antics. Now he was seeing, hearing his Aunt offering him the best porno ever. Right on the other side of a wall, so very close that it tormented his soul.

Twenty minutes now Mace looked at a clock on the wall calculating just how long they had been going at it. Even Mace himself was offering his own ramble of “Fuck Me!” He had heard his Aunt say that term so often it was rubbing off. Even he was curious as to why Henry just waltzed right into their home like a defiant intruder with special privilege’s. He just could not stop watching the hall monitor.

Piper now on her knees panting, with Henry’s hand on the back of her neck. Ramming her face into the mattress muffled Piper at the moment, he tore her sloshy cunt up. Henry rearing up with pride for a majestic pose of sweat and gnashing teeth, seemed lost in thought, eyelids sealed as if picturing something in his mind. Fantasy world more like! Something or someone had created this savage beast. Mace concluded that he must be missing his wife. He couldn’t blame him, Mace himself craved his ole’ lady Josie, crossing his fingers for some future chance at her. He knew his Aunt had forbidden her from bedding Mace down, so far she had honored her promise. Mace had it in his head that her promise was moot. Someday he would nail the sexy hot MILF. Heck, even her twin daughter’s were a fanciful illusion at times when he was home alone and bored. If he only knew that one of those daughter’s had created the monster attacking his Aunt.

“FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCK MEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!” The shrillest scream yet made Mace reach under his swimming trunks and rub his cock. Drawn back to the monitor he witnessed Piper on her back facing her camera on the ceiling. In a twist of fate Henry had positioned her just as Mace had Tina Wiles two days ago. Drilling Piper while standing over her, Mace could fully witness every lengthy plunge of Henry’s big dick, pulling out in a splatter of juices before slamming back in like an oil well producing liquid gold.

“Hey! That’s my trademark move.” Mace grit his teeth hissing, “He’s stealing my thunder.” The storm raged on without him.

********

“Thanks Kelly.” Sable McKellen accepted a glass of lemonade as her son Travis twirled on a bar stool like a kid. He was giddy that Sable had finally dropped over into his turf. Sable leaning on the island bar smiling flirtatiously at Travis made him even more ecstatic. Add in her butt cheeks peering tokat escort out from under her jean shorts he was in heaven.

Kelly herself wasn’t wearing much more than Sable technically, she had on a bikini from sunbathing earlier in her front yard. Luckily, she was not interrupted by her neighboring annoyance Knox Hardecker, even though seeing the boy come and go looking sad. At least he didn’t slip into her yard and pull the “Your Master says you have to do what a man wants.” If he had, she would have obeyed and gargled after her third shower. While she might not always agree with her Master she would never defy him. It was in her DNA, which translated to Do Not Anger.

“Ready to go back to school?” Sable found conversation minimal as the boy just couldn’t stop staring at her.

“I guess. I just want to be close to you.” He replied.

“Awwww! He’s sucking up.” Sable giggled winking at Kelly.

“He does that to me when he wants money.”

“What if the money is to buy Sable flowers or something?” He joked.

“NO plucking flowers out of my garden and keeping the money for junk food.” Kelly frowned.

“I’ve never gotten flowers before. Don’t do it though, I’m not really into flowers.” She confided with a scowl.

“Promise ring then?” He chuckled.

“Nooooo! It’s too soon.” She glared at her ring finger picturing it. It made her tense. Too much too soon in her mind, “Just like me for now.”

“No prob.” He reached over the counter top to hold her hand, it made Kelly melt. Thankfully, Sable welcomed it, her earlier words concerning her that she might not like her son as much as he desired. A mother always knew to protect her cub.

As the three mingled over school and the risks of going back after his hijacked humiliation, Trav just let on he was tough, that they wouldn’t catch him off guard again. For his sake the ladies hoped it was true. While pondering it all Kelly got a call over her cell and noted it as Dominic Black. Eyes smiling, but expression tense she started to step away to answer it when she heard the doorbell. Cell rings stopping she concluded Dom was just outside and the call was a two minute warning. Sighing she looks at Travis and appeals to his thoughts. “It’s Dominic. Please restrain yourself.”

“Why? So he can restrain you in your bedroom? I still don’t like that mother…that fucker.” Too close for comfort because it was true. He was fucking his mother. Pointing at him to behave Kelly went to her door and opened it. Shock found her giant Master grinning through the glass, looking at the busted area from last week and nodding his approval of a job well done in fixing it. It was thoughtful of him to have a friend come fix it and leaving her cash to pay the man. Honorable even under authority was a good trait.

As Dominic stood up he brought a second surprise around to share with her loyal gaze. Speaking of flowers, there stood a not so always gentle giant holding a dozen red roses. Smiling brightly she opened the storm door and accepted his gift which included a kneel before him first.

“Get your ass up. Just a social call. You been gettin’ sun?” He notes her amazing body in her blue and green bikini. As she rises she smells her roses and awaits further commands. Stepping inside Dom ushered the roses in her hand held out at arms length then picks her body up in one mighty arm to kiss her. She melted in his grasp losing her grip on the roses letting them fall to the floor to enable her to caress his cheek.

Moving from the kitchen area to spy on them better Sable and Travis admire their moment of peace. Travis grumbled regardless and stepped in. Worried he might do something stupid Sable tried to grab his arm but he pulled from her attempted grasp and marched right over to the making out couple. Instead of bitching or interfering in their intimacy Travis bent down and snatched up the red roses and twirled in step handing them to Sable with his own set of puckered lips. Giggling she took the roses and kissed him right in front of the adults. It took her breath away. It was fun roleplaying!

Breaking their own emotional moment Dom lowered Kelly and held her to his side watching the teens play Romeo and Juliet. Kelly peered up at Dom smiling at his newfound attitude, maybe there was hope in him after all. He was looking uncomfortable over his roses being given away but bit his tongue, his own growl enough to let Kelly know he was agitated. A pat to his tight six pack abs he calmed his snarl.

Kelly asked permission with her eyes to abandon her Master’s side, he releasing his hand from her hip in a glimmer of understanding. Taking a step toward them Kelly gently claimed the flowers from Sable before she too dropped them to the floor. Plucking a single rose out of the dozen Kelly puts it back into Sable’s hand, not once did the teenagers break their kiss. One rose was sufficient. Smiling at their cute union Kelly winked at Dominic and motioned that she was going to put the flowers in a vase of water.

Dominic feeling awkward notes Sable open one eye to catch him staring at them, seeing her merely yozgat escort wink then seals her eyelid again to enjoy her moment. Recognition not immediate Dom realized that she was Henry McKellen’s kid. Considering his co-venture in sharing control over Kelly Herbert it sank in how troublesome this could all become as time went on. Of course, the kids didn’t know of their agreement to own Kelly, so perhaps not. The future would be left as a tell tale sign when the time arose.

Kiss finally ending the teens press their foreheads together and relish in the others thoughts. With Kelly returning with a vase of water, rose stems drinking deeply she sits the flowers on her coffee table and admires them. Dominic admiring Kelly’s tight ass behind her bikini bottoms even more. He needed that ass, but part of him opted to hold out. He could easily order her to her bedroom and they could fuck but he also knew how she felt about doing things in front of her son. Normally, he wouldn’t have given a shit but since he and Henry McKellen had spoke his reality was changing slightly. He did care for Kelly, her son was all she had so that meant accepting him too. Vice versa if it were meant to ever go further.

Trances broken Travis eyed the single rose in Sable’s hand then let his eyes drift to his mother toying with the remaining roses to find what she thought was the best portrayal of petals in their final pose. Realizing Dom was behind him he dared to look at the giant and swallowed dryly.

“Sup Dude?” He coughed up.

“Not much. You?” Dom kept it simple.

“Thanks for fixing the window I broke.”

“Reckon it was my fault.”

“Both our faults. I…don’t like you but you make Mom happy…sooo…I’ll tolerate. Just don’t hurt her or I’ll get a ladder and punch you in the nose.” Sable wanted to giggle but masked her mouth with a hand.

Dom nodded with a fidget then stepped closer to peer down at Travis. Taking a risk Dom picks the boy up and meets eyes face to face. “Go for it.” Trying for a sneer Travis doubled up his fist and just tapped Dom on the nose.

“Next time it’s harder.” Dom chuckled at the boys bravado even in shying from a true punch. Setting him back on his feet Dom produced his own fist and echoed it in front of Trav, seeing not anger they fist bumped and left it at that.

“To new beginnings?” Kelly found courage to overpower her Master in verse.

“Works for me. How about you tough guy?” Dom smirks.

Saving Travis, Sable offers up, “You should hire this guy to go to school and deal justice for what they did to you…us.” Using his hand to sever talk on that subject to save face Travis rolled his eyes.

“What happened?” Dom winced removing his Stetson and resting it on Kelly’s head as she returned to his side.

“Nothing.”

“Some bullies humiliated him in front of the entire school.” Kelly made things worse. “He was stripped naked and tied…”

“MOOOOOOOOOOM!” Trav grew agitated.

“I told Travis he should ask you to give him self defense lessons seeing as you know Taekwondo.” Kelly fawned with a mental plea through her eyes.

“I can do that. Might give him a chance to get rid of his frustration using me as a practice dummy.” Dom puckered his lower lip. “If not me I can enroll you at my Goddaughter’s Dojo.”

“You have a Goddaughter?” Kelly looked surprised, “I didn’t know that.”

“Probably know less still, one day at a crime.” He chuckled.

“Crime? You a convict?” Travis narrowed his eyes.

“Nope! Probably should be but I did my time overseas. Just one tour and I got out.” He confided, “Long story not today.”

“You should take lessons Travis. It might make people look at you differently.” Sable prompted by touching his shoulder as if being supportive.

“Maybe. I do own Nunchucks.”

“You don’t need Nunchucks.” Dom laughed briefly, “You just need to know hand and feet defense. Pressure points and such. Tell you what…if you want I can take you to meet Princess and she can give you a tour of her Dojo. If you like what she has to offer I’ll even pay for lessons.”

“That’s sweet of you Master.” Kelly spoke up, Sable bulging her eyes at the term of ownership. This was a first for Sable in knowing the full details of their relationship. She was certainly intrigued but kept it to herself.

“His name is Dominic.” Trav insisted.

“Stop that throbbin’ blood vessel in your temple Kid.” Dom scowled, “It is what it is. Some things you need to accept. All I’m doing is giving you a step up in the world.”

“I don’t need your help. Fuck you!” Trav retaliated and grabbed Sable’s hand, “Let’s go to my room and talk.” Sable followed but looked back at the adults with concern. Kelly motioned to the girl that it was alright. On his way upstairs Travis stops halfway and turns to peer back at Sable, “You’re my Princess.” Melt on Bro. Melt on.

Downstairs Dom and Kelly talk normally, he giving her free reign to speak considering. “I’m sorry Master.”

“Dom.”

“You…wish me to refer to you by name?”

“For the moment. He’s right…hell, you’re right. zonguldak escort From here on keep the Master confined to only sex and when I give you commands. Around the boy…call me Dom.”

“Yes Mas-Dom.” She smiled and held him close. It was new beginnings all the way around. Fuck that McKellen guy and his wisdom. Dom was still a part of wisDOM.

********

“OH MY GOOOOOOOOOOOD!!” Piper was still going on at Henry’s physical destruction over her holes. He had her ass in the air and was now nailing her anally, hair tugged back forcing her reality to depart after three orgasms in a row. There was no stopping this man. THANK GOD!

Unable to contain himself Mace nutted in the hallway leaving track marks on Piper’s wall for a second time. Ignoring them Mace needed air to calm wanting to keep jerking off. Stepping outside the front door he realized something. Josie’s car was missing, he knew where Sable and Henry were, that meant…”Dakota’s by herself. She did kiss me today…” A moment of reflection Mace darted next door and did just what Henry had done, he walked right in on stealth mode. Dead silence at first Mace concluded Dakota was upstairs. Taking the steps one at a time he heard a muffled, “I love how you kiss me.” He paused contemplating, “Is she talking about me?”

Easing higher until he reached the top step he discovered his line of sight and located Dakota laying naked on her bed masturbating. Acting as if she were kissing an invisible lover Mace grinned. “Holy crap! She must really be into me.” Fondling his dick watching her moan he pictured fucking Dakota, but knew she was a virgin. If he walked in there and offered her the loss it might ruin things. Instead he just observed. At least she wasn’t mumbling, “Oh Daddy.”

“I need you. I want you to take my virginity.” She shocked his ears.

“No way!” He pondered, tempted to let her in on his being there but something just made him freeze up. He even gave up jerking off and put it away. Feeling lousy for spying on her he only listened to her delightful squeals as she released herself.

“Thank you for taking me…I should clean up before Mom comes home.” Dakota talks to her transparent lover. “I hope you keep kissing me.”

“I can do that.” Mace smirked to himself. Hearing the downstairs door open Mace panicked, as did Dakota. Dakota sat up in bed then ran for her closet seeking attire. She had a hunch her Father was coming home from his walk but after hearing a woman’s singing voice she knew it was Josie. While Josie was tossing her keys into a bowl by the sofa Mace had very few options and darted into Henry and Josie’s bedroom knowing they had a balcony that he could jump down from to escape. However, if Henry was looking he would see through Piper’s window and know he was in his home. That left a dilemma opening the balcony door quietly he looked down into Piper’s bedroom. “Crap! He’s looking right this way. I drop I’m a goner.”

Admiring his Aunt’s eyes rolled white also facing his way he growled, “Best seat in the theater and I can’t even watch.” He hesitantly snuck back in and left the balcony door wide open. Footsteps making the journey North, Mace glared about for his best option. Very few options he knew he was too large to hide under Josie’s bed. He couldn’t get past her at this point and hide in Sable’s bedroom either. Bathroom not an option because there was no where to duck if she went in there to use it.

“Closet!” He rushed into the walk-in and crouched behind clothing. Her clothing unlike the Twin’s on Henry’s side of the closet a week ago. A tight fit behind Josie’s arsenal of outfits he barricaded himself in the best he could. Hoping to hear Dakota stop Josie with conversation his luck ran out, Josie entered her bedroom and shut the door locking it. Immediately undressing he caught glimpses of the brunette bombshell’s full nudity touching herself here and there giggling.

“I’m sooo dirty.” She laughed at herself, “Reese left me a sweaty mess, and I didn’t even get his cum on me. So not right that Mimi got it instead, but I should be grateful she was covering for me with Roman.” Even in a low vocalization Mace heard her admissions. “I still got Roman’s so that’s good enough until morning. I have to set my alarm early to meet him before dawn.” Mace was blown away.

As she sat on her bed to preset her alarm her cellphone rang, “Roman?” She noted the caller and stood up to unlock her door and listen. “Everyone must be gone. Not a peep.” She shuts her door relocking it for security. The only peep was Mace peeping at her beauty, his dick in hand stroking. Dakota must have played coy and hid herself away too.

“Miss me so soon?” Josie answered Roman. Listening intently Mace could hear his voice in the distance. “Yes I’m ready to be pushed beyond my limits.” She giggled, “What did you have in mind? I could probably miss my college class to meet you. Where? Oh, yes I know the Church, pick me up there and I’ll ride with you to the Hotel. My thoughts? I’ve always had this crazy fantasy of being blindfolded, something in my ears so I can’t recognize some dark stranger taking me without my knowing who. It has to be someone new, someone I’m not familiar with to really trip my trigger. I trust you Roman, you will make a good choice. Golly, I adore you for doing this to help our love life. I’m going to shower while Henry and the kids are gone. I’ll see you tomorrow Baby.”

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Jacob walks quickly along the sunlit sidewalk with both hands in the pockets of his oversized black hoodie. His shaggy brown hair limits his peripheral vision, and his gaze is low, tracking the other pedestrians around him by their legs and feet. He gives ample space to passerby and shares the sidewalk with a courteous, but silent and avoidant manner. In his right pocket, he grips a slip of paper.

When he arrives at his destination, he pushes through the door with his shoulder and makes his way into the short lineup leading to the front desk. He pulls his phone from his pocket as he waits. Tapping and scrolling, he never lifts his head despite flowing patiently with the queue.

Minutes later, at the front of the line, Jacob is greeted by a middle-aged woman.

“Hi there. How can I help you?”

He smiles politely, briefly makes eye contact, and hands her the package slip from his pocket.

“Oh, I’m sorry. It’s not here yet.” She points at some text on the paper. “You see, it says here that your package will be available after 1pm today.”

“Oh. Okay,” says Jacob as he turns to leave.

“Shouldn’t be long,” she assures him.

Sitting on a shaded park bench nearby, Jacob kills time again on his phone. For months, he’s been learning Japanese with the help of a language app. The octopus mascot with the monocle always amuses him. He flicks his head habitually to move hair out of the way when a glint of light catches his eye.

It came from a bronze statue in the centre of the parkette. As he only ever comes to this part of town to pick up the odd package at the post office, Jacob had never noticed it before.

The subject is a young woman. She stands barefoot in a silky dress holding a wide, shallow bowl in front of her. It functions as a bird bath, and a small, light brown sparrow flits about in the water. The woman’s hair is tied in a long braid that hangs over her shoulder, and she looks down lovingly at the miniature scene before her.

Jacob is similarly transfixed. Her bronze form glows warmly under the midday sun, and she inhabits the green space, serene and peaceful, like a woodland fairy. He squints to admire the smoothness of her skin, the flowing weightlessness of her dress, and the quiet majesty of her form.

When a mother crosses between them, dragging a screaming child, the spell is broken. Jacob returns to his phone and checks the time.

Back at the post office, Jacob again reaches the front desk and holds out the package slip a second time.

“Welcome back,” says the service clerk, scanning the barcode on the paper. “Can I see your ID?”

He complies.

“Okay, I’ll be right back.”

When she emerges from the back room holding an 18-inch box, Jacob’s face lights up.

“Here you go, sir,” says the woman. “Have a nice day.”

“Thanks. You too,” says Jacob before turning to leave, still staring down at the package.

Though excited to get home, with the box under his arm, Jacob slows his pace as he passes the parkette to get another look at the bronze statue. There she stands, as before, bathed in sunlight. His eyes drift down to get a look at the shape of her hips peeking from behind the sides of the bowl she holds. Just as his eyes begin to trace those hard curves, he bumps into a man that had stopped to drop his coffee cup into a trash bin.

“Oh! God, sorry. Sorry, I’m sorry,” Jacob blurts out. He lowers his head and hurries away.

Walking through his front door, Jacob listens for signs of his roommate. He looks down at the mat by the door to see that Noah’s shoes aren’t there. He smiles to himself and kicks his own shoes off, then rushes through his bedroom door and closes it behind him. When he locks it, he notes the erection growing in his jeans.

Giddy, Jacob ordu escort places the package on his bed, cuts the packing tape with his keys, pulls open the flaps, and peers inside.

A pool of packing peanuts fills the box. Jacob carefully wiggles his fingers into it until he can confidently grasp the large PVC figure buried within, and gently pulls it out.

“Yes,” he whispers to himself, as he gently removes additional packing materials from the figure, “she’s perfect.”

He sets the figure on his large computer desk and sits in his leather gaming chair to admire it. She’s twelve inches tall with porcelain white skin. Her large eyes and joyful grin fill her thin face, leaving only a small spot for her miniscule and pointed nose. Sky blue hair cascades down from her head, and swirls around her petite body. She wears a tight white blouse and a short, pleated black skirt that blooms behind her as she leans forward in a dynamic pose. The blouse is open at the top, revealing her firm breasts barely supported by a tiny black bra.

Jacob’s chair squeaks as he leans back and unzips his pants.

“I’ve been waiting for you a long time,” he speaks softly to the figure. “I can’t believe you’re finally here.”

He pulls his half-hard penis through his fly and starts to stroke himself.

“I’m glad we didn’t have to wait before we–” Jacob notices another plastic figure at the end of his desk. It’s smaller. A blonde girl.

He releases himself, stands, takes the blonde figure in his hand, and walks a few steps to a large display shelf against the wall. It’s full of other such figurines and collectables with varying levels of undress. Jacob places the blonde one in a free space, and hurries back to his seated position in front of his brand new, blue-haired delight.

He turns the figure slightly so that she isn’t facing him directly. She has a more playful look from this angle.

“You tease,” Jacob thinks while he continues to stroke himself. He imagines her touch, her small, cool fingers running along his inner thighs, tickling their way to his balls. He shivers.

With another turn of the figure, Jacob now has full sight up her short black skirt. Pale pink panties cling to a smooth, hard ass. Tiny painted daisies adorn her underwear, and he appreciates the attention to detail.

Standing, Jacob unbuttons his jeans and pulls them down just below his butt. He squeezes a hot bead of pre-cum from his cock and, with the figure at roughly waist height, he teases her tiny ass crack with the wet tip. He flinches at the cold sensation, and imagines the sound of her soft, high-pitched moan.

Peering down from above into her tight, open blouse, her tits call out to him. They beg for their due. Their gift. He pulls back from the figure, turns it to face him again, and begins to masturbate faster.

As he prepares to climax, he grips his ass cheek hard with his other hand and aligns himself with the figure. She stares forward blankly, without recognition of the purply, swollen cock less than an inch from her tiny, happy face.

Jacob groans. Hot cum pumps from his cock in waves over the figure. She looks on cheerfully as it glazes her hair, her face, and runs down sloppily over her chest, into the hard plastic cleavage and the stiff ripples of her white blouse.

With a sigh, Jacob slumps back into his chair and admires his work. His coated idol looks back at him without any less pleasure on her face and enjoys the warmth of her reward. Jacob continues to stroke himself, savouring the gently fading pleasure of his orgasm.

As he does, his mind wanders back to the statue in the park. She was like something out of a dream. Though he does love his brightly coloured, energetic, and often lewd character osmaniye escort figures, that lovely park denizen possessed a decidedly different aura. She was about subtleties and unpretentious elegance. And there was something nostalgic and familiar about her, like vintage porn.

As a glob of cum falls from the figure and plops softly onto the desk, he determines he’ll return to her tonight.

It’s 11:30pm. Jacob sits on the same park bench, gently lit by a streetlamp. He’s been sitting there for thirty minutes already, waiting for foot traffic to die down. As the rate of late-night joggers and dog walkers slows, his heart rate increases in anticipation.

He’s been admiring the statue, but only in short intervals. To appear less weird or suspicious, he spends a good deal of time on his phone. Nonetheless, he notes the new quality of her beauty in the night. Her skin is golden in the light of her own lamp nearby, and she stands glowing in stark contrast to the deep, dark greens and blacks that surround her.

Jacob wonders about who she is and where she came from. He considers what might be her name, and what may be her thoughts and dreams.

“Mabel,” he thinks. “So gentle and kind.”

Her Old-World aesthetic reminds him of the fantasy realms he often inhabits in his spare time. She’d fit right in.

“A lovely, young maiden walking the cobblestone streets, perusing the curious and enchanting wares of the town’s merchants and artisans; humming lilting melodies to herself or to passing children; dreaming of a suitor she may encounter someday soon,” he imagines.

But, reflecting on her silky dress, her luscious, braided hair, and the crown of flowers she wears on her head–there’s something decidedly magical about Mabel.

“A gently fairy of the woods,” he imagines, changing course. “She cares for the greenery and the delightful creatures of nature that populate it. Her presence is warm and peaceful.”

Jacob sighs.

Clearly hearing his own breath, he realizes that a silence has fallen on the whole park. He slowly scans the area to confirm that he’s alone, then shifts to the other, more shaded side of the wooden bench. With his heart pumping, he once again unzips his jeans, and pulls his penis out and into his hand.

Jacob sits perfectly still, unable to believe himself. He’s alone on a park bench in the middle of the night–with his dick out. But despite the doubts, his erection swells in his hand. He takes one last, cautious look around the park, and slowly starts to stroke himself. Slowly, shallowly, but deliberately.

“You look after this place, don’t you? This peaceful corner of a hectic, dirty city.”

He gazes at her.

“It’s amazing what you’ve done. I can’t believe I’ve never spent time here. You fill this place with magic and wonder.”

“And you…” He deepens his strokes slightly. “You’re so beautiful.”

Jacob shifts his butt forward and leans back more comfortably on the bench, fully immersed in his fantasy. With his eyes, he traces again the curves of her hips behind the wide, shallow dish she holds in front of them. And then down her legs to her ankles. Her bare, golden ankles. He hadn’t noticed them before, but their sharp angles impress him. He imagines them lightly bumping against his own as their bodies entwine, and he nibbles at his lower lip.

“But who cares for you?” he thinks, looking back to her face. “You spend your time here generously with the birds and the squirrels, but who is generous with you? We all need someone to care for us from time to time. To keep us company. We all need love…”

The tip of Jacob’s penis is starting to leak, and the head is wettened gradually with each gentle stroke.

“I would be honoured to love sinop escort you, Mabel. If you would have me.”

She smiles shyly, unable to meet his gaze.

Jacob allows his eyes to drift to her chest. Mable’s breasts are quite modest but firm, and he attempts to translate the sight of their form into the sensations they would create in his hands. He imagines how they fill his palms as he cups them lovingly. They don’t feel hard, metallic, and cold, but supple and warm. Her small nipples harden against his hands.

“Don’t worry, Mabel. You can trust me; I would never mistreat you. I understand what it’s like to be hurt.”

Jacob looks down at the cool grass between them.

“But you could never hurt me,” he says, again admiring her solid form and unwavering expression of kindness.

“You deserve so much more. You should be the guardian of this whole city. And its people would worship you. You’re a beautiful spirit to be revered. To be honoured!”

An idea enters Jacob’s mind. He prepares to stand but is suddenly conscious of the open space between them. He looks around the park, nervously, then back to Mabel. She continues to smile encouragingly in his direction, and so he tucks his penis back into the fly of his jeans and rises with purpose from the wooden bench.

Swiftly crossing a narrow gravel path, then a wide patch of grass, Jacob comes to stand next to Mabel. He positions himself on the left side of her bowl, facing inward, and with his back to the lamp light.

“We may not have much time, but I needed to be close to you,” he whispers to her.

Jacob notices Mabel’s lowered gaze. She’s looking at the bulge in his pants.

“Here. Touch it,” he says, pulling himself from his pants again with his left hand. He takes a quick look around and over his shoulder. Bending his knees slightly, he rubs his cock against the back of her left hand that supports the bowl, and it skips softly over each small knuckle.

He shivers. She’s even colder than the blue-haired figure from earlier. But his pleasure is in no way diminished, and the contact awakens something in him. Jacob begins to stroke himself again with vigor while holding his cock against the back of her hand.

“Do you like it, my love? It’s all for you.”

Jacob puts his right arm around Mabel and strokes her back.

“Like I said, you deserve it. And much more.”

He finds her ass and palms her right cheek.

“So, let me do this for you. Let me honour you.”

He stands a little taller, raises his cock over the edge of the bowl, and masturbates hard. The cool midnight breeze flutters the tree leaves above them, and the only other sounds to be heard are those of the occasional passing car in the distance.

“To your beauty. To your spirit of love and kindness.”

Jacob takes a deep breath and holds it. He wants to match her humble silence. He leans his face against the top of Mabel’s head and finally achieves his orgasm.

He cums generously into her dish. His thick, warm offering glides down the gently sloping inner wall of the bronze bowl, over thin layers of green algae and past a fallen leaf, to collect at the bottom with the unevaporated remainder of the day’s gathered rainwater.

Jacob enjoys the sweet, floral scents of Mabel’s crown of flowers as he lingers for a moment; the metallic smell of weathered bronze is only an afterthought. He then squeezes out the last of his semen, kisses her smooth, cold forehead and puts his penis away.

“You’re amazing, Mabel,” he mumbles.

When he hears the distant screech of car tires, Jacob is suddenly self-conscious, and shoots looks all around him, trying to pierce the darkness. Seeing no signs of shocked onlookers, hearing no shouts of disgust, he retreats to the dark corner of the park by the bench and waits for his galloping heartrate to slow.

Before making his way home, Jacob takes one final look at Mabel. At the beautiful young woman. At the cold hard statue in the center of the small park. And he sighs, a little melancholy to be leaving her behind.

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This is a true story that I have kept quiet for a long time now. I will change the names but I assure you, it happened and, in some ways, is still happening from time to time.

A while back I had met a young woman in her mid 20’s. Her name is Darlene. She is a Latina beauty with a typical Latin shape and a fiery Latin personality. She was a friend of my wife, Tammy, as I was then married but not very happily.

I first got a look at Darlene’s charms while at the beach. She wore a pink leotard, under a wrap as a swim suit that day. My wife Tammy went to find something for lunch, and Darlene went to enjoy the water. When she left she tossed the wrap on the sand by our towels. Soon I watched as she came out of the water, and the show was glorious.

When she got back to the towels she asked, “So where is everyone? And what are you grinning about?”.

Not wanting to let on to my good luck and her appearance right away I simply replied, “Running around somewhere I guess.” as my eyes traveled up and down her body. I could see her nipples clearly. She had large beautifully shaped breasts that moved as she walked. Her dark bush was showing through the thin wet, material of the leotard and I could even see her pussy lips when she stood close.

After a few minutes she noticed my wandering gaze and got suspicious. “What are you staring at?” She asked.

“That leotard isn’t made for the beach. Not if you’re trying to hide anything.” I told her.

She looked down at herself and gasped. “Can you see my foofoo?”

I laughed at that (foofoo???) and nodded a yes.

She stood there in front of me without trying to cover up and then asked, “What about my nipples? Can you see them too?”

“Of course, I can see everything you’ve got.” I laughed.

Darlene then dropped to a sitting position and looked around nervously. She looked at me and asked, “Do you think anyone else saw me?”

After looking around the crowded beach for anything obvious, I told her, “No one is watching you, but I don’t know. Maybe.”

She seemed satisfied with that and rolled over onto her stomach. As she lay on the blanket in front of me, her ass was revealed in all it’s smooth round glory.

She looked over at me and smiled. “Enjoy the view while it lasts, you dirty man. When my suit dries, I won’t be going swimming again any time soon.”

“Too bad” I mumbled, just loud enough for her to hear.:

I enjoyed the view while she dried off in the sun. My wife returned, but never saw Darlene wearing the wet leotard. And I never mentioned it to her at all.

That evening when Tammy, Darlene and I got home, Tammy went into the bath and took a shower right away. Darlene wanted to rinse off in the guest bathroom, so I told her, “Go for it. You know where it is. And there are towels in the hall closet.”

10 minutes later Darlene came walking out of the bath with a towel held up in front of her. Not wrapped around her body, just held up in front. The towel, blocking my view, as she spoke,

“I’m going to get Tammy’s hair dryer.” She said as she walked into my wife’s and my bedroom. As she turned and walked away, she dropped the towel and showing me her fantastic naked ass, and from an angle, the hint of her uncovered round breasts for the first time. But that was it. She came out, once again covered with the towel and went into the guest bedroom.

A few minutes later I smelled a familiar odor of pot, coming from the guest room.

Now I don’t partake in pot smoking, (well not often anyway) but I figure it to be something that others do and I don’t usually object to it. But normally I would think that it’s something someone would ask permission to do before they light up in someone else’s house. So, I got up and went to the guest room door. It was ajar so I peeked in.

Darlene was lying on the bed nude, on her stomach, with a towel draped over her butt. She was smoking a joint. She looked great.

“What are you doing?” I asked trying to sound serious.

“Relaxing” she replied, looking over her shoulder at me. “Why do you want some?”

I just watched her for a few seconds, trying once again to take in as much of her nakedness as her position and the towel would permit.

Suddenly kırşehir escort I had an idea. I hurried to the den and grabbed my camera.

Going back to the guest room I showed her the camera. “This will make good evidence when I turn you in someday.” I said.

Pointing the camera at her I snapped a picture. She just smiled.

“OK, you got your evidence, now here’s one for you, when you’re jerking off when Tammy’s not around.” Then she pulled the towel off and tossed it aside. I was shocked, but still smart enough to snap another picture of her gorgeous ass before hearing Tammy come out of the bath.

I admit, the picture did come in handy, more than just a few times. And once again, the incident remained a secret from Tammy.

After that day, nothing happened for quiet some time, and it was never mentioned by either of us while Tammy and I were together.

Soon Tammy and I began talking seriously about a divorce. It was strange because we both knew that we cared about one another, but that neither one of us was happy being married. Sex between us was great. We had some hard times, but we still, to this day, love each other. We just said agreed it was over one day and she packed up her bags and went back east and I stayed out west. We finally filed and got divorced a year later. We remain friends to this day.

Darlene was still a mutual friend and lived about a mile away from me.

Darlene would call or come over to my new apartment every once in a while but nothing sexual occurred between us for some time. Yet that leotard and the towel incident stuck in my mind and my fantasies.

One morning, I had left the front door unlocked, and Darlene came over early. I woke up to the smell of her cooking breakfast. She brought it in to my bedroom, wearing a light summer dress and looking sexy as hell. She sat down on the bed as I ate.

When she first came in my room, I noticed her gaze was on the noticeable tent that sometimes pops up in my sheets when I wake up in the mornings.

As I ate my breakfast Darlene reached over and touched my hard cock through the sheets and started to stroke me. I just sat there with a fork in my mouth and a red face.

“No man should have to stay hard like that when a woman is around to help him.” She said in a sexy whisper.

I was stunned, but very happy about her newly expressed view of the world of men and women relations.

As she pulled down the sheet, I lifted the plate of food to help. Soon I was lying there in my bed, my mouth full of omelet, and my cock buried in Darlene’s warm, wet, and very skillful mouth.

As her tongue played up and down my shaft, she rolled my balls with her hands.

She stopped just long enough to look up at me and say, “This is mine now. Nobody else gets to touch it but me and you.”

I reached down with my free hand and ran my fingers up her leg and under her dress. She shifted her body and spread her legs for me. I found she wore no panties, and her pussy was hot, moist and open as my fingers explored her body for the first time.

“And that’s yours, any time you want it.” she said. And then she returned her attention to my now throbbing cock.

That’s how we finally got together.

We started dating and instantly became constant lovers. I tell you, sex with Darlene was like no other sex I had ever encountered. She just loved to fuck. Every position and anything we could think of. She would come over to my apartment at night, knock on the door, and when I answered she would step inside and start to strip. Often times I would follow her to the bedroom and enjoy the sight of her shapely naked ass heading for my bed without even a word passing between us.

Darlene is 5’4″ of hot woman. Her 36C breasts would wobble around on her chest with each hard thrust I delivered. Her olive skin is flawless. She has a small black bush, but is not really hairy. I like a little hair down there anyway. Oh, and that ass would make any Latina proud.

We were together for a year when things started to change. Darlene started to get very jealous of other woman around my apartment complex. She never accused me of cheating on her but she always had some comment to malatya escort share when another woman was at the pool or in the laundry room.

“Who is she? Do you know her?” She would ask.

Once at the pool she saw a girl with blond hair and average figure coming up out of the water. I made the mistake of glancing her way.

“You want to fuck her don’t you?” She said loud enough for the girl to hear.

Usually I just blew it off as Darlene being herself and didn’t think too much about it.

One evening Darlene came over and said she wanted to get into the hot tub for a while. I agreed and went to put on some shorts that I always wore. Darlene had her 2 piece bikini on under her clothes so we were ready in short time.

The water was hot and the air was cold that night, which allowed for a steamy fog to float about the tub. You know the kind of steamy fog you get from hot tubs in cold air.

We were the first to be in the tub that night, but soon others came out and joined us. Funny as it seems, nobody talked or tried to acknowledge anyone else at all. We just sat and soaked. Soon it was Darlene, I, and four other guys sitting in the big round tub. I would occasionally catch one of the other guys sneaking peeks at Darlene when she would move about or submerge and then surface quickly. No big deal

The gate to the pool area clanged shut and in walked a pretty blond girl. I had never seen her before and I know Darlene hadn’t either. The girl walked over to the tub and stepped in. She was pretty, but nothing compared to Darlene. She wore a small yellow, 2 piece bikini. The new girl slowly submerged into the tub up to her neck. When the girl rose up and moved to the opposite side of the tub, it became obvious that her suit was not covering anything. Once wet, her suit went see through, and loosened up both top and bottom, big time.

Suddenly the new girl was the center of attention. Anytime she moved the other guys would strain to see what they could of her sweet tits and ass. She was constantly pulling up her suit bottom and rearranging her loose top. Of course I realized that I was looking as well. But I was trying to be discreet. It was too late, Darlene saw me and. I could tell she was pissed.

I was expecting the hot tub trip to come to a halt very soon. But to my surprise we stayed. Darlene moved away from me and started getting closer to the other guys.

Darlene never said anything to any of the guys but you could yell she was flirting with each one. She would move closer and then bump into a leg or a shoulder now and then.

Soon the new girl mumbled something about the water being too hot and she stood up and climbed out of the tub. She exited on the other side giving Darlene another chance to catch me leering at her shapely ass. And that’s just what happened. Only this time I figured if Darlene could play, so could I.

“You’re not leaving are you?” I asked the new girl. “You should take a dip in the big pool and come back in.” I added.

The girl smiled down and walked around to my side of the tub. Then she leaned over towards me to talk to me..

“It’s too crowded tonight.” the blond explained. “Maybe I’ll come out later.”

As she leaned over her top slipped down, just allowing her areola to show for a second. She then stood up and left.

Darlene moved over to me and said in my ear, “So it’s like that, huh?”

I just smiled and tried to act dumb about it.

Darlene said “OK, fine if you like that, you’ll love this.”

And with that she sat back down in the hot tub and relaxed. I was still trying to figure out what she meant, when she reached over and handed me her bikini bottom.

“What the Fuck!” I thought. There were still 4 guys beside me sitting not 8 feet away.

I moved over to her and whispered that the joke was funny, but over. I tried to hand her back her bikini bottom but she just turned away.

After a minute or so, Darlene stood up, the water still covering her lower half.

Darlene said out loud. “That girl was right, it is too hot in here. I’m going to take a swim in the big pool.”

Well, the other guys hadn’t noticed what was happening yet. But then Darlene walked niğde escort over to the steps and climbed out of the tub. I heard one of the guys say “holy shit” and then I looked to see all 4 of them staring at my girlfriend.

She stood at the side of the tub with her back to them for a second and then turned to face the 4 guys.

She said “I’ll be right back” and turned and walked the 20 yards across an open patio and dived into the pool.

I sat there speechless.

The 4 guys looked at each other and started asking each other if they had seen what they thought they had seen.

One of the guys said, ” Damn did you see that pussy? I could see her lips and her clit was sticking out.”

Another said, “Fuck, did you see her ass? God, what fucking perfect ass.”

“Do you think she’s coming back in here?”

“Hell yes, here she comes right now.” And then they all suddenly went silent.

I looked back toward the pool and there was Darlene, naked from the waist down. She was walking straight for us. The black triangle of pubic hair framed by beautiful slim and shapely hips drew your eyes to the joining of her legs..

Her tight flat belly topped with those luscious swaying tits. The 4 guys were being treated to a sight that was meant just for me.

Darlene walked up to the side of the tub, her feet a good 2 feet apart, her pussy being displayed like the work of art that it is. Her clit was unsheathed and protruding from her obvious excitement. The lips of her pussy engorged, and parted by her labia, as they would always be when she was in heat and ready to fuck.

She reached back and untied the bow that held her bikini top together and pulled it off. This action allowing her wonderful tits to spill out into the night air for all to enjoy. As she stood there, she let her body rock side to side, causing her tits to sway back and forth before our eyes. Her dark nipples jutting out like Hershey’s kisses in the cold air.

She looked down at me and said, “I need to fuck really bad”

Reaching down and rubbing her clit with her fingers and hand and then pinching the nub between her thumb and finger.

“Ohh! Really bad.” She panted.

The 4 guys all gasped and stared at this beautiful naked woman, hearing her words but not believing what they had heard.

She then looked at the 4 guys and said, laughingly, “But not by any of you guys. Not tonight anyway.”

Then after throwing her top at me, she just said “You! Let’s go home so you can fuck me in a bed. Unless, you want to do me in front of the neighbors.”

I looked back at the 4 guys and smiled. I got out and followed Darlene’s naked, gorgeous body all the way back to my apartment.

We didn’t happen into anyone on the way to the apartment, but the risk that we might, oddly had me up and ready before we reached the front door.

Once inside, still wet from the hot tub, I couldn’t get my dick in her fast enough.

Funny thing is we never talked about what happened. But we both knew we liked it.

Just a little more.

We stayed together for another 4 years. We even have a kid together.

But as things go, we moved apart. She got married and her new husband hates me.

He tries to make sure Darlene and I never see each other alone when she comes to visit. You see I got custody of our son..

Maybe he’s concerned because the last time we did, she changed clothes at my house, but she forgot to put her underwear back on, and left them on my bedroom floor. I guess he noticed her missing undies when she got home.

She still looks great naked these days. She stayed close to the same weight but her bra size has gone up since the baby was born.

She won’t let me fuck her anymore. That’s a damn shame. She says I should have married her if I still wanted to do that.

I don’t mind at all that she’s willing to let me look.

Some days I am treated to a feel of her sweet tits, but that has been all she allows me to do.

Well kind of. I helped hunt for a tampon string that had worked up inside her once, but she stopped me after she had cum, and when she realized how much fun I was having looking for it. Later she admitted that she didn’t even have one in. She was just feeling the need for some attention. I didn’t mind a bit.

I still have the picture of her on the bed smoking the joint, and I want to post with this story. But I don’t want to ruin a good thing by posting it on the internet without her permission. Maybe if you promise not to tell I could email it.

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David and Angela landed in the sun-drenched island of Santorini, Greece full of excitement for the week ahead. The young couple had had a sex filled passionate relationship over the last few months. Passionate sex had been a daily occurrence more or less, and the two had had a little fun already on the plane. David had brought Angela to a silent and sweaty climax amongst the tourists with the skilful use of only two fingers.

After grabbing their bags from the carousel, they jumped into a taxi driven by an elderly twinkly eyed Greek man. As Angela rubbed David’s crotch throughout the journey, the driver regaled tales of his youth and gave them some tips on the local wine and food. Hard as a rock, David had to hide his erection as he left the taxi, and checked in with a stunning, raven haired receptionist.

A little hot and flustered after hours of travel, they both wanted to hit the pool. It had looked stunning on the hotel website, and they couldn’t wait to cool off and start off a relaxing week. Upon entering their room, they unzipped their suitcases and grabbed their swimwear. Stripping off David put on a handsome pair of charcoal grey swim shorts, showing off his stocky muscular body. Angela slipped on a skimpy two-piece royal blue string bikini. The thin material hugged her curves perfectly. David stood and admired his woman, standing 5’4” with generous DD breasts. “Give us a twirl” he said. Angela rotated, swishing her long dark hair whilst David appreciated her round bottom, perfectly framed by her bikini bottoms.

They walked on to the deck, and tokat escort threw their towels on a couple’s sun lounger, then dove into the pool. They were alone in the pool area apart from one middle aged couple tanning on the opposite side. Horsing around David splashed Angela with the cold water, making her scream. “stop it!” she yelled, “you’re getting me wet!” – “I’m a bit of an expert in that area” David grinned as he grabbed her by the waist and pulled her towards him. Wrapping her legs around him, they shared a kiss that was maybe too passionate considering they had company. Clocking the aloof reaction of the couple David grabbed Angela’s face and held her for a deep French kiss. “what’s that I’m feeling” his girlfriend joked playfully. “Just a little something for you” he grinned, “little is definitely the word!” as Angela jumped off him and splashed him in the face. “You little bitch!” he chased after her, but stopped as Angela stepped out of the pool, just to admire her round posterior.

“Time to top up our tans” Angela said, walking towards their loungers. Angela was an uninhibited spirit, and loved to tan topless. She didn’t care what the couple across the pool saw, so she quickly untied her top, threw it down by her bag and lay down on the lounger, her pale breasts softly bouncing. “Will you do me?” she asked David, gesturing towards the sun tan lotion. “I’d do you every day of the week- and twice on Sundays” he smirked. Squirting a generous amount of lotion on his hands, he reached for Angela’s full breasts….as she turned yozgat escort over to her front. “Back first” she teased.

David began kneading the lotion into her shoulders and back, and slowly moved further south. Her taught lower back wiggled against him as he then began to slip his fingertips just under her waist band, just teasingly prodding the top of her firm arse. Next were her toned yet deliciously thick thighs, which were waxed gloriously smooth. As Davis rubbed the last of the lotion into her calves Angela spun round, looking radiant in the hot summer sun. “Uh uh uh!” as David moved for her chest “legs first”. He rubbed in the cream swiftly, making sure to get a good squeeze of her thighs as he moved up. Next was her taught stomach, glistening in the sun. He finally made it to his prize, those glorious breasts. He rubbed in the cream slowly and sensually cupping from underneath and gently squeezing. Angela began to moan as he gently pinched her left nipple. As she moaned she reached up for his face, pulling him down for a deep kiss. His attention soon turned to the other nipple, gently pinching and squeezing her large pale nibs.

She pushed him away “your turn”. Angela carefully covered David in the lotion, then turned away to her book, feeling smug after teasing him so much. After a few minutes, the couple on the other side, so got up and left. Realising their newfound privacy, Angela thought it would be a good chance for a topless swim. “Come on babe” grabbing David’s hand and leading him to the pool. She jumped zonguldak escort in, making a huge splash, then straddled him. He had a great hold of her arse, his firm erection pointed into her groin. He grinded against her and started to kiss her. Probing her mouth, he pushed her against the wall of the pool. “Babe…” she responded, and grinded against his growing cock. Reaching down, he untied each side of her bikini bottoms, letting them fall to the bottom of the pool, he rested his palm against her clit, softly applying pressure whilst sliding his middle finger in. She began to grind against his hand whilst softly moaning into his ear. David took the opportunity to up the stakes. Lifting his woman out of the pool, he sat her down on the edge and parted her legs. He dove in, gently sucking her clit, whilst still using his strong fingers against her spot. She tousled his hair and then pushed his face into her mound, urging him to suck harder…

“I need some dick!” she cried. Jumping down she swiftly swept David’s shorts down, and climbed onto his hips, lowering herself onto his thick cock. “Mmm babe” she sighed. With her well-developed glutes, she rhythmically rode him, as he kissed and bit her neck. Grabbing the glutes, he began to growl like an animal, and clenched hard, claiming his booty. David began crashing through the water into his woman, grunting as she wailed higher and higher “Come inside me babe” she sighed, faster and faster…..faster and faster “YESSS!” Angela wailed as she slumped into David. His hot cum was bubbling inside her as he grunted to victory.

They passionately kissed to seal the experience, and Angela looked up. “erm babe…”

The old couple had returned with margaritas. “Run!” He cried. So they jumped out of the pool — naked of course, and ran to their room — startling the receptionist on the way!

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Although normally pretty conservative, my wife occasionally becomes hyper horny, especially when she drinks. The occasional alcoholic drink to her is the one true aphrodisiac, the more she drinks, the hornier she gets. While I enjoy watching guys looking at Betty and encourage her to dress in sexy outfits, she normally dresses attractively, but conservatively, and is satisfied noticing a man’s approving sideways glance. But when she gets horny, she becomes a teasing exhibitionist, excited showing herself off and making horny men lust for her. Betty has a very cute, smiling face, blonde hair and a great body with large breasts and knows she attracts attention.

Over time we have learned each other’s fantasies and verbally play on them with each other during sex. These fantasies are rarely acted out, but very occasionally an opportunity arises during one of her hyper horny spells. These times seem to strike more often when we are out of town. I have related stories to her of how horny businessmen are when traveling, so she will pack sexy clothes and short dresses when she accompanies me on a business trip. When Betty gets horny, she enjoys teasing guys by letting the wind blow her short skirt up, bending stiff legged to show her shear panties, wearing slightly shear skirts with no slip, or bending so that guys can see her breasts. She’s even allowed guys to feel her up or expose her while drunk or pretending to be drunk, but that’s as far as she’d go. She figures that teasing is fun and harmless, particularly since I don’t mind, but she swears that she would never have sex with anyone other than me. Some great episodes have occurred on these trips and I hope to relate some in future stories.

The following is a true story from several years ago, when Betty was in her late twenties or early thirties, and was easily one of the most exciting sexual episodes we ever had. It was one of those extremely rare instances when she became so excited and horny that she lost all control and ignored her conservative instincts.

My teenaged nephew was visiting us in Florida for a week to celebrate his graduation from high school. My wife always had thought he was a sweet guy. He was on the shy side and acted very uncomfortable in social situations. Although he said he had dated a few girls, we had seen his awkwardness around girls and suspected that he was still very inexperienced. His innocence seemed to be especially attractive to my wife, who I know was keenly aware of his furtive glances.

I noticed that Betty had changed a little since he had arrived. I guessed that his presence was the reason she was teasing me more than usual and initiating sex at bedtime. On the fourth night of his visit, after having some drinks while out for dinner, I played with her mind during our foreplay by mentioning how I had caught Artie staring at her bikini clad body at the beach and while she was preparing breakfast in her short, silky robe. I made up a little story of how I had seen him peeking at her that morning through our bedroom door while she slept partly exposed in her short nightgown.

She kept saying that she didn’t believe me about the bedroom door, but I could tell the fantasy had its desired affect. To increase the sexual excitement while I rubbed her clit, I started playing on the fantasy of her letting him “accidentally” see more. The discussion got her so excited, she suggested that I stop long enough to crack the bedroom door in case he was awake and tried to sneak a peek into our room. Finding the idea as exciting as she did, I quickly cracked the door and returned to the bed to continue massaging her clit. She came almost immediately and noisily and urged me to enter her and fuck her hard. She came again hard, soaking the sheets. As we cleaned up, I again shut the door, fairly confident that my nephew had slept through our little game.

The next morning I was surprised to see the effects from the night before. As she prepared breakfast, I noticed that she wasn’t wearing her nightgown under her silky, knee length robe. I watched Artie who at first didn’t seem to pay any attention. When she moved in front of the glass sliding doors, however, with the sun behind her, I could clearly see her body through the robe. I caught Artie in my peripheral vision staring at her. After that, I noticed he was keeping a closer eye on her. She displayed her cleavage and upper thighs to him quite often while getting things out of the lower cabinets and setting the table. I remember seeing one quick flash of her cheeks peeking out when she did one of her patented straight knee bends kırşehir escort reaching for a pan that she didn’t normally use. Despite trying to hide his glances from me, he was only too obvious in his gawking.

That night we again had incredible sex while discussing Artie’s peeking at her. During our foreplay, I made up a fantasy for her about letting Artie see her while she pretended to sleep. As our sexual excitement built up, she embellished the fantasy into pretending to be passed out, with me out of the house, so he would feel at ease looking at her. As usual, this type of discussion sent her into a terrific orgasm. We were both so turned on, that we continued to discuss the idea even after I had fucked her to another noisy orgasm. As we developed the details of the scenario more and more, I started to massage her pussy again, but she was too sensitive. I entered her again and as we fucked a second time, we agreed to put the plan into action the next night.

Now, most times these fantasies die in the bedroom, which I fully expected in this case. I was pleasantly surprised that afternoon when she suggested that we make a big show out of drinking heavily. We would consume what looked like a lot of drinks while playing cards, but would substitute water for most of them. She was afraid to play the passed out game we’d fantasized about, but thought we could have some fun if he thought we were drunk. Secretly, I decided this would be more fun if she indeed drank too much.

That evening she dressed in a very sexy sundress that, while not looking overtly like she was displaying herself, showed a lot of skin. I remember catching Artie staring at her several times when I he thought I was looking away, but was actually looking in our wall mirror. After a couple of hours and three or four real Manhattans, Betty had become more “careless”. Several times she showed him a lot of cleavage bending to pick up cards that she had “accidentally” dropped. I could tell Artie was taking in the more frequent views of her shear panties as Betty’s skirt seemed higher and her legs seemed to fall open more often. Artie talked to her more than to me and he was quick to suggest playing a new game each time we finished.

Betty insisted that I switch to the fake drinks since she was starting to feel too drunk. After consuming several more fake drinks, Betty started to act really drunk, slurring her words, becoming more careless with her legs and having difficulty with her balance. The straps to her sundress kept falling down, exposing a tantalizing amount of her breasts. I also started to act a little drunk. Evidently assuming that we both were getting too drunk to notice, Artie’s staring became very blatant. When Betty nonchalantly positioned one foot up onto the chair next to her leg, causing her skirt to bunch at her waist, I particularly remember watching in the mirror as Artie repositioned himself for a better view and stared quite openly at her exposed crotch over his cards.

Betty gave me a clue when she told me in a very slurred voice that she was feeling very lightheaded. So, she really wants to do this I thought. She had been slouched down in the chair, and now let her head drop and closed her eyes. When she didn’t move for about a minute, I told Artie that she must be passed out and that now I’d have a hard time getting her to the bedroom. I pretended to try to wake her by shaking her arm and talking to her, but of course she did not respond. I told him that once she passes out like this a bomb could go off and she wouldn’t wake up. I intentionally put my hand under her dress and pushed her dress up as I lifted her out of the chair so that Artie got an eyeful of her ass through the shear panties. I had hoped that I might “accidentally” expose her breast as I struggled to lift her, but the dress didn’t cooperate. As started to I carry her I told Artie that she was so dead to the world she wouldn’t even know how she got to bed and wouldn’t wake up until the next morning.

Her acting was pretty good, although I noticed her smiling at me as I carried her to the bedroom. I put her on the bed and closed the door. I let her completely undress her herself. She put on her silky robe, but left it completely open and lay down on her back. Unable to contain myself, I kissed her as I put my hand between her legs and massaged her swollen and very wet pussy. She whispered to me to hurry up and leave, but keep an eye on her through the window, as we agreed, just in case Artie got out of hand. Before I left I opened the vertical blinds on both windows. malatya escort As I walked out, I left the light on and the bedroom door open just a crack. She had pulled the sheet up to barely above her crotch with her open robe barely covering only one breast, her stomach exposed.

Artie had gone into the guest bedroom to get ready for bed. I told him I had to run to the store for cigarettes and a few other things and that I’d be back in about 20 or 30 minutes. I asked him to stay awake while I was gone and keep an ear out for Betty in case she got sick. He said sure, no problem.

I started the car, drove about two blocks away, parked and jogged quickly back to the house. I walked quietly to the back of the house and peered into the window, shaking slightly from the excitement. I immediately noticed that the door was now open about a foot. I could just see Artie in the dark hallway peering in. I actually was surprised that this was working, and that it had taken Artie so little time to take advantage of the opportunity. I suspect that he planned to look as soon as I said I was leaving.

Betty looked very convincing, still on her back, with one arm at her side and the other by her head and one breast completely exposed. I saw that her legs were spread wide apart under the sheet. I new that she had to be extremely aroused and hoped she could keep up the act. The window was positioned right next to her head. The excitement was so great that I had to pull my cock out and begin lightly stroking it.

As I watched, the door opened further and for the first time I realized that Artie was only wearing his underpants. As if testing the situation slowly, Artie knocked on the door and waited for a reaction. He continued to stare at her and knocked a second time, loud enough that I could here it through the closed window. He called her name. After getting no reaction, he moved halfway to the bed. As he stood staring intently at her breast, he started stoking his cock through his underwear. I remember seeing him suddenly shudder intensely from the excitement. His face was contorted almost like he was in pain. He moved to the side of the bed, bent forward and looked at her breast closely. Because he had knocked, I knew that she was aware of his presence and could only imagine how horny she must be. She looked convincing.

It became immediately obvious that Artie had lost any sense of caution in his heated state as he reached down and moved her robe gently off of her other breast. He stood back, staring and stroking his cock. As we had expected in our fantasy he carefully lifted the sheet and pulled it down to just below her exposed pussy. I could see his hand shaking. I stroked my cock harder as I watched him. I shuddered as I saw him move his face closer to her open, almost completely shaved, swollen pussy. He glanced at her face two or three times to make sure she wasn’t awake as he continued to stroke his now exposed cock.

I saw him freeze and start to back away quickly as she moved slightly, bending her leg to open her pussy even wider and turning her head away from him. I knew he had regained his composure when he moved back to the bed. After watching her face for a few seconds Artie reached over and slowly pulled the sheet down below her feet. He stood back stroking his cock and staring at her nakedness.

Then he did something neither of us had anticipated would happen. He bent over her chest and lightly licked her nipple and stood back. When we talked out this fantasy, we had only thought about Artie looking at her. We had never thought that he would have the courage to actually touch her. I wasn’t sure she would be able to contain her breathing with this much excitement. Emboldened by her lack of reaction, Artie again brought his mouth to her breast and licked her nipple. He stood up and moved his hand to her breast and lightly traced his finger around and across her nipple, glancing at her face for reaction. He placed his hand over her breast and started lightly squeezing while watching her face for any reaction. Artie’s gaze shifted to her crotch while he continued massaging her breast.

Artie moved down her body, bent forward and stared between her legs. He brought his hand up and lightly touched his fingers against her wet, wide open pussy. He withdrew his hand immediately when her leg twitched. After no further reaction, he again brought his hand to her pussy and started lightly exploring with his finger as he moved his head in closer again. I started to get nervous and really excited at the same time. niğde escort I knew Betty had not planned on the game going this far, and figured she was either out of her mind with lust or starting to get scared.

I remember that sometime during the examination of her pussy his hard cock must have come into contact with Betty’s upturned hand laying at her side. He straightened up and must have suddenly become excited by the idea of her hand on his cock. He positioned it onto her open hand and with his free hand moved it back and forth in her palm. This went on for no more than 20 seconds. He looked at her face, which fortunately was facing away from him. I’m not sure that it wouldn’t have occurred to him to put it into her mouth had she been facing him. Artie started stroking his cock again and moved back to her pussy.

As I stood watching, he lightly slid his hand up and down the inside of her thighs and across her pussy. He started sliding a single finger up and down along her opening. He continued to lightly massage her pussy for what seemed like a minute or two, glancing between her face and her pussy, all the while stroking himself with his other hand. I saw Betty’s legs moving open slightly and wandered if she was loosing control.

My cock almost erupted when I saw from the position of his hand that he had slid his finger gently into her. I remember starting to shake from the intense excitement as he slowly, repeatedly withdrew his finger and slid it back. I saw that Betty was reacting to his gentle finger fucking. Her legs had opened even wider and her head was rolling slightly side to side, eyes closed and mouth open. Artie seemed to really enjoy her reaction, alternating his gaze from her pussy to her face, evidently confident that she was still unconscious.

I knew Betty couldn’t take much more, and this was far more than either of us had thought would happen. I decided that I had better rescue her before she gave herself away or before Artie went to far and she would be forced to “wake up”. I was nervous at what he might do while I made my way back to the car, but figured he wouldn’t have enough time to do too much. I started the car and drove back to the house, sure that Artie would hear the car pull up and frantically race back to the guest room. I shut the door hard as I entered in case he hadn’t noticed my car. I moved noisily to the kitchen, opening and closing cabinets to allow him a little extra time to get settled.

I turned off the lights and headed to the bedroom, stopping at the guestroom door on the way. I asked if everything was ok and Artie replied “Yea” in a shaky voice. I said goodnight, walked down the hall and opened the now closed bedroom door. I saw my wild eyed, naked wife, legs wide open, frantically rubbing her clit. She whispered to me “Holey shit that was good!”

It probably took a good two to three hours to come down from the excitement as we recounted our two sides of the story between bouts of intense sex. She told me that Artie had continued to finger fuck her and had actually sucked on her clit briefly with his finger in her just before suddenly covering her and running out. She told me she held on well when he licked her nipple, but almost lost it when he first touched her pussy. She had jumped slightly and made a small noise. She said feeling his hard cock rubbing back and forth in her hand had really excited her, but was really glad he hadn’t tried to put it in her mouth. She said she had moaned softly when he first slide his finger up and down on her pussy, and involuntarily let her legs part a little more. She had continued to moan occasionally as he massaged her because she couldn’t contain her breathing and couldn’t lay still enough. She though it would be believable that a person passed out could be turned on and thought it would excite him more if he thought he was exciting her. When he’d finger fucked her and sucked her clit, she almost completely lost control and knew she had moved and made quite a bit of involuntary noise. She was very close to cumming violently and was thankful that he’d stopped.

The next morning, Artie took a while coming into the kitchen. He acted nervous initially, but seemed to relax once he saw us acting hung over, but otherwise normal. Once he realized he had gotten completely away with his adventure, he became his old self. After that, he seemed to always be staring at Betty, but otherwise the rest of his stay was uneventful.

We of course have since had many intense lovemaking sessions recounting the visit from Artie. I’m sure Artie has masturbated many times reliving his once in a lifetime, incredibly good fortune that night. He had seen a beautiful woman completely naked for probably the first time, and was able to freely explore her unconscious body and excite her without her knowledge. I envied him. It was an experience wish I could have had at his age.

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Madison did not cum after she left the dean’s office. She did not touch herself. She didn’t even wear her usual slutty attire. No, she decided to save all of her desires up, build up the tension, and expose herself for complete ruin once and for all after exams were finished, after she had received her degree and was at a point where the school could not do anything to her – and a point when she would be so sexually desperate and frustrated that she would finally take it all the way.

By take it all the way, Madison intended to display herself on every social media account she owned – this way her friends, her former teachers, her old neighbors and high school classmates – and even her family – would finally see what she really was. But she was scared. She had posted asking for help, asking for someone to push her over the edge, and she got a lot of replies. Most of them weren’t serious, or they seemed inexperienced, not assertive enough for what she needed.

There was one reply that really caught her attention, a 39 year old man from Milwaukee, and so she started talking with him about it.

“Hi, Madison – I saw you’re looking for someone to push you into completely ruining yourself. I have actually been a fan of yours for a while wondering when you’re going to go for broke and go for complete and total humiliation. I’d be happy to help – as long as you understand what you are asking for and that you’re really going to be ruined. Literally everyone will know about you, know you are Webslut Madison, and that’s all you’ll be to most of them. They will never forget. It will be horrific for you. I know you seem to go back and forth about this, but I can tell how much you crave it watching your videos. You need it, Madison, just like I need to help you achieve your dreams. I’m only a couple hours away. I can come down and manipulate you into the most intense, dreadful, revolting exposure and assist you in your craving for endless suffering. Just pick a day – I would want most of a day – and I will come and make it happen.”

As she read, there were several reasons she was drawn to this particular message. The first thing was that he had seen all of her content. That meant he would know what she was asking for, he would know how extreme the consequences would be for her. After all, she wasn’t just some random slut asking for one naked picture to be posted anonymously online – no, she was asking for her entire being to be ruined, to be exposed with her real name and to be exposed to essentially all of her contacts from every source, so that everyone she knew would see her – or, at the very least, know that she chose to be an exposed Webslut.

And then – he also seemed aggressive but not so aggressive he was insane. He just seemed to get her, somehow, to understand what she needed. He seemed to understand that the sexual, deranged part of her craved doing this to herself, but her rational, thoughtful part caused her to think twice. He seemed to understand that she needed an extra push to take the plunge, to really make it as humiliating as she craved it to be.

“Hi,” she messaged back. “I saw your message and I’m interested in your suggestion. I want to talk about it first, make sure we’re both fully on board. And if we are, come down on the 12th at noon and have the rest of the day to expose me.”

“Sure,” he wrote back a couple hours later. “As far as being fully on board, what did you have in mind?”

“I guess I’m looking for someone to push me to admit on all my socials that I’m Webslut Madison and maybe post a couple of my more tame pictures so they don’t get reported. Would you be interested in something like that? Like I need someone to be there and get me turned on and talk me into it, lol.”

“Yeah definitely! What kind of socials are you talking about?”

“TikTok, Facebook, IG, snap, twitter, everything really. Want to text me?”

The man provided his number and introduced himself as Aaron, and the conversation went from there.

“So I take it from your videos you understand you’re basically going to be fully and completely exposed, no going back, everyone will know. Just want to make sure you are sure that’s what you want before I drive down there.”

“Yes,” she texted back. “I’ve been needing it for so long. Wanting, waiting. I need someone to basically talk me into it as I go and make sure I don’t immediately take it down, lol.”

“What reservations do you have?”

“My life would be so ruined! Will be so ruined I should say. My parents will never get it, never understand why I want or need this. It will be so humiliating, so embarrassing when everyone finally finds out.”

“And what makes you want to do that to yourself? You know you’ll be putting yourself through emotional hell.”

“Because I get off on humiliating myself. I mean I know it’s not normal to actually want to be humiliated and embarrassed like that, to want to be exposed and seen naked and degrading myself in front of everyone I know. But it gives me such a rush, the shame of it all, it makes me kahramanmaraş escort drip. It makes me desperate for more, to make it worse.”

“So you really want this kind of embarrassment then?”

“Definitely. I love humiliating and embarrassing myself. And I love the pain and shame that comes from it.”

“So if I come down, you’re going to post on all your socials, letting everyone see what you are?”

“Yes, once you talk me into it and convince me I need it 😉 can you do that?”

“I don’t see why not 😉 and will you be including links or descriptions of where to go to find your really raunchy stuff?”

“I mean…I would if you told me to. I like not having control. I want to do it partially because I was told. And I want to lose control of everything and just be ruined. Would you want me to post links?”

“If I come down there, you’re posting them.”

“Ok.”

“And filthy captions too. Humiliating, horrible ones describing what you want and why.”

“Ok :)”

“And you said you wanted to make sure you don’t immediately take it down. Are you afraid you would want to?”

“I’ve exposed myself on socials before in the middle of the night when I was super horny and deleted it like 5 minutes later after I came lol. Just want to make sure I keep it up.”

“How would you want to make sure you keep it up?”

“I mean – I’ve thought about how. I don’t really have any great ideas. Basically either tie me up and leave me until I’m completely ruined. I could destroy my phone too, but then I could just cheat and use my computer, plus I’d risk losing my pics and videos.”

“Hmm. Destroying your phone is a bad idea. And tying you up and what, just leaving you for someone else to find? And assume that you were forced into everything?”

“I know, like I said, I don’t have any great ideas.”

“Someone could sit with you and talk you out of it every time you try to take it down,” he said, “at least for the first few hours or the first day. That should be enough to get what you want.”

“Yeah. Or drive me out into the middle of nowhere and leave me with no food and no money and make me figure out how to get back to my apartment before I can take it down. And by then it will be too late.”

“Wow. That’s a little risky. You’d basically be helpless. What if you get kidnapped? Or you have to whore yourself out to get money for a ride or something, or trade sex for rides?”

“Ok that’s kinda hot. Not the kidnapped part, but the rest of it. Like sell it for ten dollars and have to sell it to like 10 different guys just to get home. Wow. That’s nuts. I’m way too horny for my own good if you can’t tell!”

“Oh I can tell. I really think you’d need to just be kept on edge, not able to cum until 24 hours have passed or something.”

“Yeah that would require you coming down and staying overnight or something. I don’t think I would even be able to sleep.”

“And turn your phone off so when your friends and family try to call you you don’t even know.”

“Would I be like – watching my own destruction in real time? Like monitoring my socials to see how bad it gets?”

“You could I guess. Maybe play along even, stay horny and just admit to it, answer every message, some of the comments, watch as more and more people find out, until your reputation is garbage.”

“Wow! So hot.” Madison was helpless, touching herself through her shorts. She knew there was no turning back.

“You could even live stream the whole thing,” he suggested. “So anyone who wants can see you sitting there, naked, rubbing your throbbing cunt and seeing how much you really need it.”

“OMG!!!”

“And you should definitely post on your Webslut Madison page and let everyone know to hang tight, you’re going to post links to everything on your socials etc.”

“Yes definitely!!!”

Madison did just that, going to the page and creating a post: “So…been thinking about going for complete ruination and posting links to this page on all my REAL socials. Telling all my IRL friends and family I’m nothing but a ruined exposed slut! Thoughts?”

She read the comments over a couple days, people telling her she was going to be ruined forever. Some begged her to do it, some begged her not to and asked why she would do that to herself, others wanted to know when. Still others wanted her to post links to her socials on her Webslut Madison page so they could find her.

“I think I’m really going to do this!!!” She replied as the week went on.

“May 12 is going to be the day,” she wrote. “Stay tuned!”

This went on – both her commenting on her page and texting Aaron – for the next few days until they came up with a time to meet. Aaron would arrive at Madison’s apartment two days after exams had finished, at 10:00 am. And then, they would proceed to destroy her together. Madison did not orgasm during this time, her tension building until she felt like she wanted to scream. She only occasionally rubbed her needy pussy, knowing it was not going kastamonu escort to go anywhere.

Finally, the day arrived, and Madison greeted her new acquaintance at the door, wearing a short cropped top, exposing the majority of her stomach, and a pair of cheeky denim shorts. She had put on makeup, but had neglected to wear a bra or panties, figuring they were just going to come off anyway.

“Hi there…Aaron?” She said, greeting him at the door.

“Yeah, Madison?” He replied. “Wow. You look even better in person.”

“Thank you!”

“I really can’t believe you’re doing this. Like – you’re way too good looking to destroy yourself like this.”

“Thanks. But really I’m just a desperate slut locked in a hot girl’s body,” Madison said with a giggle. “It’s good though – honestly it wouldn’t be as hot to see an ugly girl ruin herself.”

“No…it wouldn’t.”

“You seem a little autoerotic – like, you would get off to your own naked body.”

“You already know me too well. But these days it’s more like my own shame and destruction.”

“Yeah,” that makes sense.” He came in and Madison closed the door behind him.

“So you’re really serious about this,” he mused as he stepped through her kitchen.

“Yeah, I guess today is that day,” she said nervously. Her body was already trembling at the thought, much the same way the adrenaline makes one tremble when about to try a new sexual activity for the first time.

“So, um – do you want to talk first, get something to eat, or just get set up and get right into it?”

“I – let’s just go for it,” she said with a laugh. “I’m super nervous and I need to be pushed all the way. But I want it. I want you to. And like – let’s just do it before I can overthink it or change my mind.”

“Okay,” he said with a chuckle. “Let’s do this. Where are we going for this?”

“My bedroom. In here,” she said, leading the way.

Aaron looked around as he stepped inside. It looked like a normal college girl’s bedroom, mostly neat and tidy with a few accessories lying around. “I like your room,” Aaron said. He moved a little closer and stroked Madison’s face. “You’d never guess this room belongs to a completely ruined, exposed Webslut who revels in her own destruction.”

Madison bit her lip, looking down. She crossed her legs as she stood, so needy and desperate, before looking up at him with ‘fuck me’ eyes. It was precisely this moment when Aaron stopped gently caressing her cheek and slapped her. It was more of a gentle slap, testing the waters, although he knew she was into it, having watched all her videos.

“Mmmmm,” Madison moaned in delight. Her pussy was already dripping wet. “Hit me again,” she whispered. “Harder.”

Aaron grabbed her throat, her arms instinctively grabbing his forearm, her eyes growing wide, but she did not offer any real resistance. She looked him in the eye, sensing what he was thinking, and felt a delightfully severe blow across her left cheek.

Her breath stopped for a moment when she was struck, then started again. She didn’t fully understand what it was about being slapped in the face that made her react the way she did, but she instantly felt her pussy tighten and swell. “Mmmm, thank you,” she said, the intensity of her arousal apparent from the pitch of her voice.

“Are you ready to be ruined, Madison? Exposed completely? Ready to announce to the world what you are?”

Madison quivered in place as he held her. He was a taller man, maybe six feet, three inches, and though he was lean, he was muscular. He was bigger and stronger than nearly every man she had been with. “I – I’m ready, th- this little slut is ready,” she said, having to force the words out due to her heightened arousal.

“Okay,” he said, letting go. “What did you think of live-streaming the whole thing? Or at least making a video of this so everyone can watch later?”

“Hmmm…can we do both?” She asked.

“Sure, um – just need to open up your computer. There’s a site that will stream it and record it for you at the same time.”

Madison walked over to the computer, trembling, and opened it up, pointing the webcam on the bed. “There, just – just let me know when you’re done setting it up so I can post the link on my Webslut Madison page.” Nervously, she walked over to the bed, clasping her hands while he went to work setting up the display.

“Are you going to sit on the bed, or where do you want to be? Just trying to point the camera the right way.”

“Yeah, sure,” she said. The shakiness but eagerness was clearly audible in her voice. “Probably for the best. I’m going to start fingering myself. I won’t be able to help it, it’s going to be so – just the rush,” she said with a laugh.

“But remember, no cumming today. I’ve seen you enough to know that as soon as you orgasm, you’re going to start to have second thoughts, you’re going to want to take it back. And the whole point of this is that you need to be prevented from doing that.”

“Yeah, I – I know,” she said kayseri escort nervously.

“Why don’t you get comfortable there,” he said. “I’ll be done in a minute.” Madison nodded and sat down on the bed, patiently waiting.

“Okay, recording started, livestream on, you ready?”

“Ummm – I guess so,” Madison said, putting her head in her right hand, covering her face, smiling anxiously.

“Okay, well – you said you wanted to post the livestream link…”

Madison was already up off the bed, and as Aaron rose from the chair, Madison took his place, copying the link and pasting it for her followers on the Webslut Madison amateur porn page as well as the kink site she had joined a while back. “Okay,” she said. “I don’t know how many people will end up watching, I mean – not at this time of day, but -“

“Yeah that’s why we have the recording,” Aaron said, laughing.

“Yeah, definitely.”

“So why don’t you explain what you’re doing today?”

Madison took a deep breath trying to calm her nerves. “Okay,” she began as she exhaled. “Ummm – so you all know about me, obviously, or you wouldn’t be here.” She laughed anxiously.

“Go on,” Aaron said.

“So you know how much I like – want to be exposed, I guess,” she said, starting to settle in. “Like – in an awful way, so everyone knows – like all my real friends, my family. Basically my whole school knows at this point but like – I want to make it worse.”

“How are you doing that?” Aaron asked.

“So I’m going to basically doxx myself all over social media, if that’s even a thing. Like – basically just post all over that -” Madison took a deep breath to steady her nerves. “See now much I’m shaking, I’m so nervous to do this because it’s going to be so bad!”

“What are you going to post, Madison, come on. You know you need this.”

“I don’t know! I don’t know if I can!”

“Okay. Take your top off, Madison. Take it off and give yourself five hard slaps yo the face.”

Madison nodded, exhaling.

“They’ve all seen your tits. It’s not a big deal.”

“O-okay, yeah, true,” she said, laughing as she finished. She raised her hand to her face and rubbed her cheek before slapping it hard, slapping herself again two more times. She looked up at the camera.

“I’m so ashamed I actually like slapping my own face,” she said. “Like – nobody should want that. It makes me so like – so turned on, so – I feel so pathetic doing it, I’ll just do anything…”

Madison raised her opposite hand to her face and slapped herself two more times. “Ohhhh that’s good,” she moaned, her teeth chattering from the arousal. “What was I supposed to do?”

“Tell everyone what you’re going to post.”

“Oh yeah, I’m – so I’m – going to post some pictures and videos on my socials and links like -” she inhaled and exhaled anxiously before continuing. “Exposing myself – all over social media – like mostly non-nude stuff with captions. Like awful, humiliating captions. And letting everyone know they can find me, where to find me. So my whole, like – everyone I know will know I’m an exposed slut that gets off on humiliating myself.” She paused and continued slowly, the words really sinking in as she considered the reality of what she was doing to herself. “My friends, old teachers, and even – even my family, my parents.”

“What will your parents think when they find out their daughter is exposed, is a slut, craves humiliation?”

“They’re – like – they – it’ll be so bad – they’ll be devastated.” She said deliberately. She took a deep breath and exhaled again. “They’ll never forgive me.”

“And you want this?”

Madison wiped a tear from her face. “I mean I don’t want – I like – I need it, I can’t – I don’t want to stop it, I – I’m so desperate for it.”

“You’re desperate to destroy your relationship with your friends and family?”

“I’m desperate to feel the humiliation that comes from it, I guess. To like – give that up – on purpose – so, so intoxicatingly hot. Even though there’s an aspect of it that’s – it’s going to feel like shit, but it’s like a runaway train, I can’t stop it.”

“You could stop it.”

“I’ve wanted to so many times.”

“And here you are.”

“And here I am,” she said with a laugh. “Destroy meeeee!” She said in a high pitched, fun, party-girl voice.

“Take off your shorts, Madison.”

“My shorts…okay,” she said as she sat up on her knees. “What are you looking at?” She joked as she looked at the camera. “Come on, you’ve all seen my pussy and ass before.”

“Yeah, but they haven’t seen you intentionally destroy your reputation using social media,” he said as she pulled her shorts to her knees.

“Maybe they have, if they’ve been paying attention and watching my socials in the wee hours of the morning!” She sat down and slid the shorts down her lower legs and off.

“This is different, isn’t it? That was just risky exposure play, this is total self-destruction.”

“I know! Oh my god I’m going to be so destroyed!” She knelt on the bed, her ass resting on her feet, covering her face with her hands.

“Hands away from your face, slut.” Aaron commanded. “Let then all see the face that’s about to be an internet sensation.” She moved her hands away obediently and he slapped her hard in the face. “That’s for covering it up. Every time you try to hide you’re getting slapped.”

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This is part 2 of my Journal. I started writing it when I made a bold decision to change my life. I left my dull existence in North Wales and went to work as a Housekeeper for a man in the East Midlands of England. It is a decision that I will never regret. I have never been so happy and never had so much pleasure.

Vanessa

*

Week commencing May 11

Had an accident on Wednesday while I was doing the washing-up and broke a plate. Jon immediately put me over his knee and gave me 10 smacks with his hand. It was all over before I really realised what was happening. But not quick enough for me to miss the lump in his trousers that was pressing into my stomach. When it was over. I thanked him for giving me what I deserved, and asked him if could show him how sorry I was by giving him relief to the bulge in his trousers. No sooner that he had said, “yes,” I unzipped him and took him in my mouth. He has good staying power because it took me nearly 10 minutes to get him to cum. I kept sucking until he had gone soft.

The good weather didn’t hold, and by Thursday we were getting thunderstorms. Half way through the Thursday night, I went into Jon’s room, and ask if I could get into bed with him. As usual for the middle of the night he just grunted and went back to sleep. I woke up next morning, with Jon on top of me, holding my wrists above my head, and pumping in and out of me. It’s a brilliant way to wake up.

Saturday May 16

It was now 3 weeks since I started my new job, and after breakfast Jon sat me down and asked me what my feelings were. He said that I should speak freely and that nothing I said would be the cause of any punishment. I told him all about the thought that I had had the previous Saturday morning. He seemed pleased but said that I should get out more on my days off and meet a few people. He also suggested that I start looking for a part-time job and asked me what I would like to do. I said that I wouldn’t mind working in a pub for a couple of nights or in a clothes shop for a couple of days a week. Jon said that we would go to the little dress shop where we had had some fun in and ask the girl there if she knew of any jobs going.

Jon told me that he was pleased with the progress that I was making with my new life style but was a little disappointed in the lack of mistakes that I was making. I then told him that I was his to do as he pleased and if that meant punishing me for no reason then I would not complain. He could use me as and when he wanted, for anything he wanted. I told him that my only concern was that he would allow other men to abuse my body and that I wanted to keep it for him alone. I was then told that I had no need to worry on that count, there were too many unpleasant diseases around for him to risk getting one. Jon also told me that he was going to be away on business a few times over the next few months and that we might even go on holiday abroad in the summer. I am really looking forward to that as I’ve never been abroad before and now understood why Jon had me send in a passport application form.

After the talk I cleaned up, put a dress on and we went into town. When we got to the centre of the Shopping Centre Jon told me to go to the little dress shop where Kelly worked and ask her if she knew of any jobs going. I was then to go to the market and get some material and a pattern for a Tennis dress. I was the to meet him back where we were in two hours. I was pleased to see that Kelly was on her own in the clothes shop. She told me that she didn’t know about any jobs, but would ask around. We started chatting and before I knew it I was telling her all about Jon and my job. As I was telling her I happened to notice that her nipples were pushing out the front of her cotton dress. After about 15 minutes she said that she had come across a dress that made her think of me and had put it to one side, in case I came in again. She asked me if I had time to try it on, and when I said okay she told me to go into the changing cubicle and that she would bring it into me. As I went into the cubicle I saw her turn the ‘open’ sign on the door, and lock it.

I took my dress and shoes off and waited for her. After a couple of minutes she came round the corner with this white dress, well the front and back of a dress, the sides consisted of what I can only describe as ‘shoe laces’, all the way up. As she was helping lace it up, she said that she really liked the dress and thought about buying it herself. I said that she would look good in it and asked if she had tried it on. She hadn’t so I said she should, and why not try it after me. She said okay and continued lacing. When she had finished I said that I liked it, but would have to let Jon see it first. With that, Kelly started unlacing me. After the dress was off, she hung it up and then asked me to help her out of her dress.

This surprised me a little but I started un-doing the buttons down her front. When I was near her breasts she suddenly turned, brushing her left breast on my hand. She wasn’t wearing hatay escort a bra. When it was all undone Kelly just let it drop to the floor, revealing that she too had no knickers on. There were now 2 naked women stood inched apart. We both just stood there looking up and down each other. She didn’t have any pubic hair either, and there was something between her legs, but I couldn’t see what.

Kelly broke the silence by giving my right breast a quick squeeze and saying “come on, I can’t keep the shop closed for long.” Helping her pull the dress on I had to bend down and with her legs being slightly apart I could see that the ‘something’ between her legs were in fact 2 gold rings about the size of wedding rings. One in each lip. I asked her about them, and she said that she had had them done last year and that they added more possibilities to her sexual pleasure. She spread her legs wider to give me a better look. “What do you think?” she asked me. “Nice idea” I said, “but I bet that it hurt like hell.” “It was worth it” she said. All this time my face was right in front of her shaved pussy, and I could smell her, see her lips getting bigger, and the juices appearing.

I just couldn’t help myself, I just kissed her mons and slid my hand up her leg. She pulled the dress off, pulled me to my feet, and gave me a long French kiss. My right hand had never left her pussy and was probing deep into her with absolutely no resistance. The kissing and groping went on for a while before there was a knocking on the shop door. That shook us, and Kelly said, “not the time or the place” and started putting her dress on.

As we walked from the changing rooms I told her that I would talk to Jon about the dress and she said that she would let me know if she found-out anything about a job. With that, Kelly opened the door and I was off.

In the market, I found what I was looking for and went back to where I was meeting Jon. He wasn’t there yet so I say on a bench and waited. Not wanting to have crossed legs when he returned I put the shopping bags on my knees. When he finally arrived he just said, “come on,” grabbed my hand and pulled me up. From there, we went to the kids department in C&A, and I had to pick the right size school blouse, tie, pleated skirt, and white ankle socks. These were in the colours of a big school in town. On the way out, Jon reminded me that all my dresses and skirts had to be no longer than 5″ below my pussy. He also told me to wash the blouse a lot of times to get rid of the ‘starchiness’ and make it thinner.

Nothing else of any real interest happened that day, we didn’t even go out that evening.

Sunday May 17

Went to the Gym again, and I had to wear my white lycra shorts and top. I felt funny wearing something over my pussy. Jon made me work real hard and I got quite a sweat on. The leg stretch wide machine was interesting and I’m sure that a couple of men that were looking could see my lips creeping out from the 2″ crotch. I enjoyed the exercise cycle again and by the time that I got off the 2″ of crotch was deep in between my lips, the short, shorts were revealing the bottoms of my cheeks, and both shorts and top were wet with sweat.

A couple of the men and a teenage girl were all staring at me when we went out. I’m sure that there would have been more men looking at me, if they hadn’t been so engrossed in their own workouts. We went swimming after that and Jon told me to go like I was. The pool was reasonable quiet with only a few young teenagers in there. After we had done a couple of lengths Jon lifted me out and sat me on the side.

I looked down and my white lycra clothes were virtually transparent. I jumped back in and told Jon. He said that in that case I might as well take the shorts off. Not wanting to hesitate, I took them off and gave them to Jon. He then made me swim another couple of lengths. I got some funny looks from the teenagers but I don’t think that they were sure of what they were seeing. After all, I was under water. The ‘bubble’ machine was nice, all those bubbles erupting from the bottom of the pool. I’m sure that if I had stayed longer, I would have cum.

Jon gave me my shorts, and told me to meet him in the spa. Good, I thought, more bubbles. When I got in he asked me for my shorts again. When I gave them to him he put them on the side behind his head and then put his costume on top of them. It was a good job that there was no one else there as I then had to sit in his lap while he fucked me. It was a bit painful to start off with, but once he got in it was good. We managed to look ‘innocent’ for quite a while, even when two of the teenage girls joined us. If only they had known, and how they missed seeing our shorts I will never know. I didn’t manage to cum, but Jon did.

All this time, the girls were busy chatting and just ignored us. I got ‘off’ Jon and sat beside him with my chest out of the water. When one of the boys came and joined the girls he couldn’t take his eyes off my breasts. I may as well have ığdır escort been completely naked. Jon slid our shorts back into the water and we put them on. When we got out I stepped from the bottom to the top so that I had to take a big step. This really made the boys eyes open. I think I had made his day. I bet he didn’t get anything like that sight from either if the girls he was with.

We went into the steam room and lay on the bench. I ended up with my feet facing a man that was in there. If there hadn’t been so much steam he would have got a right eye full, but that didn’t stop me getting excited thinking about it.

Week commencing May 18

On the Monday Kelly rang. I was her day off and she had some news for me. She asked if she could come round. Remembering that Jon had said that it was okay to have friends round I said yes. I was doing the vacuum cleaning in the nude when the doorbell rang. Without even thinking I opened the front door to see Kelly. “It’s a good job it was me at the door and not the Postman” she said. It was only then that I remembered my state of dress. “Jon likes me to be in the nude as much as possible, even when he’s not around” I said, “besides, I’ve got used to being like this and I even get a bit of a thrill doing all the housework without any clothes on.” “Well, that’s just fine by me” Kelly replied.

As we were drinking coffee, Kelly told me her news, a Shoe Shop just round the corner from her shop was looking for a part-time assistant, Thursdays and Fridays, but I needed to go and see them as soon as possible. I said that I would talk to Jon, and if he was agreeable I would go there in the morning.

After the coffee, Kelly asked me if she could have a look around the house. I had shown her every room but the ‘punishment’ room and started back down stairs. Kelly said, “what’s in this room?” I blushed a little and told her what I called the room. She said that she MUST see inside and opened the door. Inside she asked me what Jon used to tie me to all the rings that were all over the ceiling and walls. I opened a draw and let her look. She picked up a the handcuffs and then the tawse and said, “I bet you have a lot of fun with these, can I try them?”

Before I could reply she grabbed my wrists and put the cuffs on me and pushed me onto the bed. I just lay there as she pulled her dress off. She was then as naked as me. She climbed onto the bed and holding my arms above my head, climbed on top of me, one knee on either side of my chest. I wasn’t struggling so she let go of my arms, held my head and kissed me.

We tried to swallow each other’s tongues for a few minutes before turning round and spreading my legs. She looked down and said, “Wow, what a clit, I’m going to enjoy this as much as you are”. With that she was sucking my clit and pushing her tongue into my hole.

This was the first time that a woman had done that to me and I have to say that I was enjoying it. So much so that when I opened my eyes and saw her shaved pussy and those rings, right in front of my face, I reached up and started licking her pussy. Her clit wasn’t as big as mine but her lips seemed to be bigger.

Maybe it was something to do with the rings or maybe she was just VERY aroused. She was certainly wet enough. I came first and had trouble concentrating on what I was doing with my mouth. A couple of minutes later she came too. I have never heard another woman have an orgasm before and was a little surprised at how much she screamed and moaned. She collapsed beside me and we both lay there for a few minutes. I didn’t know what to say, I had enjoyed it but it wasn’t as intense as when Jon punished me then fucked me.

Kelly got up first, put her dress on, and started walking towards the door. As she reached the door she turned and said, “That was good, must do it again sometime.” With that she was gone. I just had time to get the cuffs of and take a shower before Jon came home.

That evening, I told Jon about the job and he agreed to me taking it, if offered. There was only one condition, and that was that I was to stick to his rules about dress code. I told him that that was just fine with me.

Tuesday morning, I put my least revealing dress on and went to the Shoe Shop. I got the job and was given a skirt and blouse to wear and told to be back there on Thursday morning. I also bought a pattern and some material for a Tennis Dress that Jon had told me to get. He also told me about some ‘alterations’ that I had to make to the style.

When I got home the sun was out so I decided to spend the rest of the day starting an all-over tan in the back garden. At the bottom of the garden there was a 3 rung open fence and then open fields. There is only one small part of the back garden that is over-looked, and that is by a house that Jon tells me has only an old man living in it. Apparently his wife had died a couple of years ago.

I was still laid out on the patio when Jon got back from work. “Like sun-bathing Vanessa?” he asked. “Yes Master” ısparta escort I replied. “Well then, after you have got me some food, you can spend another couple of hours laid on the grass further down the garden.”

Half an hour later I was laid spread-eagle on a sheet of polythene while Jon was tying my wrists and ankles to fence posts, bushes and trees. Anything he could find to keep me spread wide. He then got the garden hose, disconnected the sprinkler and proceeded to play with my clit until I was wet enough for him to push the hose into my hole. It didn’t take long. He moved it in and out until I was close to cumming, then stopped and then went and turned the tap on a little.

Wow, what a feeling. As the water trickled in to me the pressure building up made me cum. As I started to calm down the pressure kept going up and I felt like I was going to burst and started struggling. Jon propped something under my head so that I could see my swollen belly then quickly pulled the hose out. If I hadn’t of seen it for myself I wouldn’t have believe it, the water shot out of me and went about 15 feet. Jon said that we were going to do that again but the next time I had to try to hold the water in and then squirt it out a bit at a time on command. By the third time I had got the hang of it. Jon untied me and I stood up and tried again. I had really got the hang of it and could direct it by leaning my body. Jon said that it was a nice little ‘party trick’.

Thursday saw me going into the Shoe Shop at 11 o’clock. I had shortened the skirt to Jon’s ‘approved’ length and I got a look of disapproval from the Manager but she didn’t say anything. I was shown the ropes and it wasn’t long before I served my first customer. As I was squatting down to help this woman I suddenly realised that I was in the ideal position to flash my pussy to the customers. I would have to be very selective but this could be fun. I was a little disappointed to find that I hadn’t found one suitable person before the end of the day.

In fact it was the Friday afternoon before a young man asked me to help him. Instead of squatting down with my knees facing sideways I let them face him and kept them a few inches apart. At first he didn’t notice, but then I knew he had because a bulge started to appear in his trousers. After I had finished fastening the shoes I asked him if they were all right. He said that they were too tight and could he try a size larger. I nearly asked him if he meant shoes or trousers. When I got back with the larger size I kept my knees even further apart and gave him a better look. He really took his time deciding if the shoes fitted. Fortunately, or unfortunately, he decided that the second pair fitted, bought them and left.

Saturday May 23

Nothing special happened today, Jon had to go to work, so I was on my own until early evening. When he did get back he was so tired that he fell asleep in front of the TV. I spent part of the day making the Tennis dress from the material that I bought earlier in the week.

Sunday May 24

We went to a different Sports Centre in the morning and Jon taught me to play Badminton and Squash. The squash was hard work and no one saw me when I had to stretch up for a high shot, but the Badminton was different, the court was one of many in a big hall. I don’t know which was more embarrassing, bending at the knees and risking someone seeing between them or bending at the waist and risking someone seeing my bottom or my breasts.

Jon’s ‘alterations’ were to make the front lower and the arm holes a lot bigger. The worst came when I slipped going for a shot and went full-length face down on the floor. I didn’t hurt myself but I’m sure the view from behind must have been ‘interesting’. In the afternoon, we went for a walk in a local park. I had to wear Ben and the progress was slow. When we were in a wooded part Jon told me to take my dress off and he had me up against a tree. I didn’t need any encouragement because of the effects of Ben and I didn’t even take them out when he fucked me. I was a bit worried when he pulled me down onto the ground and we went into what Jon told me was the ’69’ position. I didn’t want him to swallow one of my balls. His mouth and teeth sucked and dug into my clit and hole as I sucked him clean. I think we both came at about the same time.

Week commencing May 25

At work on the Thursday I had ‘flashed’ 2 men and one young woman. Older women just don’t do anything for me at all.

Friday was a bad day and a good day. I got sacked at the end of the day. The manager said that she didn’t think I was suitable for the job. I think that she was jealous of the attention that I got from some of the customers. The good thing was that I had worn Ben all day and it wouldn’t surprise me if I had been dripping my juices when I squatted-down in front of the only 2 customers (1 twice) that I served that day. One woman about my age and a middle aged man. The woman didn’t buy any shoes but came back about an hour later and tried-on about 6 pairs. I kept getting glimpses of her knickers and each time the wet patch was getting bigger. The man didn’t know where to look. I got the impression that he wanted to look but felt as though he shouldn’t. Poor man. Jon wasn’t worried that I had been sacked and I’d certainly had some fun.

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