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Samantha J. Waters was a huge disappointment to her mother when she was growing up. She didn’t like to wear dresses, go shopping, or have anything to do with other “girly” pursuits. No, Samantha liked helping her older brother practice throwing deep, going fishing with her dad, and roughhousing with the neighborhood boys. Samantha was an all-out tomboy, whose Barbie dolls ended up victims of serial killer Ken, who was then killed by GI Joe. And nobody, except her mother, called her Samantha.

Sam dated boys in high school, but none really caught her eye. She was a virgin until the week before graduation. Sam was determined to lose her virginity before the end of the school year. She’d been happily single since the end of football season, so she had to find the right guy to help her out. Her friend, Ingo, was happy to help. After smoking some very smooth pot, they did the deed. Her cherry was popped and she was no longer the last virgin in her group of friends. Ingo went home and they continued like nothing had ever happened between them. Perfect.

Years passed and Sam enjoyed a very active sex life. She liked everything about sex with men, even the messiness. And she was good at it. She learned the tricks and secrets to how to make men cum whenever she chose to, and even how to induce multiple orgasms from her partners quickly. Although she couldn’t deep throat, her blowjobs were legendary among a few select men. But, Sam never came. She’d get turned on, wet, hot, close a few times, but never knew poker oyna what that “little death” really meant. She finally met someone, a former Navy Seal, who completely took her. She gave him everything he asked for and everything she had. And she finally came with him. He taught her to explore herself and how to find the keys to her sexual happiness. He taught her to make herself cum because he wasn’t going to be with her for much longer. And for the next twenty years, that was the only way she could cum, by herself. She continued her sexual escapades until she became pregnant after a drunken night of debauchery. After having the baby and getting married, the sex slowly went away. Ten years into the marriage, it was gone completely.

With the graduation of her daughter approaching, Sam decided it was time for her to take her life back. She missed her adventures, but there really wasn’t a man she could think of that interested her enough to make her open her legs. For months, Sam thought about it. First she had to start by remembering what being horny felt like. She ordered dildos and vibrators online, but the dildos were a waste of her money. She didn’t like the feeling of being penetrated anymore, but the vibrators were heavenly on her clit. She began fantasizing again, something she’d stopped doing long ago. But they weren’t the same old fantasies she used to have. She didn’t imagine some faceless, hard-bodied man who took her roughly. No, the fantasies all involved women, all sorts of women. canlı poker oyna Sam had been raised to believe her feelings for women had always been wrong, so she’d never used that attraction in her fantasy life. But the more she thought about it, the more she wanted to take it further. She wanted to know what pussy tasted like. .

No one had wanted Sam for a long time. For years, she’d read articles and stories about how wives were supposed to make and keep their husbands happy, raising children and not trying to rule the marriage by withholding sex. Why didn’t anyone ever write articles about how husbands shouldn’t withhold sex from their wives? Sam would gladly have given her husband anything he wanted. She’d offered to do just that many times but he’d always turned her down. She’d spiraled into major depression over the years, drinking and eating her way into oblivion. Sam had whittled her list of friends down to just a few and when she was with them, she was able to hide her pain and loneliness. And then one day, Sam said “Enough.”

Six years ago, Sam had stopped smoking cold turkey. She had strength and will power, she knew it. She just had to find them again. She took a two-week “bootcamp” class at a local gym to kickstart her mission. Sam found a nutritionist, changed her diet, stopped drinking, and started working out at home. Over the next year, she lost fifty pounds, let her hair grow and changed her focus in life. Gone was the quiet, meek PTA mom. She informed her husband internet casino that if he didn’t want her, then she’d go as soon as she was able. He’d stopped sleeping in her bed years before, so making the “roommate” situation official wasn’t very difficult for her. But it still hurt to have him remain quiet when she asked him bluntly if he wanted her at all. She began filling her life with volunteer work and outings with old friends and making new friends. But Sam had always been a sexual creature and that was something she missed immensely. She needed contact with another human being but her heart couldn’t take any more pain.

She’d let her true feelings run free, thinking of and fantasizing about eating pussy, for the last year. Sam knew several lesbians and bisexuals, but how do you actually ask somebody to let you between their legs and into the most private place they have? The thought of approaching someone and saying “Hello. Would you mind letting me spread your pussy and lick it until you cum for me?” made her laugh. Just like in high school, she had to find the right person to help her out, but this time it was a woman she needed. There was one person she’d gotten to know a bit, but there was no way she could work up the nerve to approach her. She’d had a girl crush on her for a few years and she seemed like she’d be perfect to help with the experiment. And one day, the Fates opened the door of opportunity and in walked Holly. She was the type of person that everyone wanted to hang out with. Holly was funny, enjoyed sports, and seemed to always be up front and honest with those around her. Sam thought Holly would be the perfect person, the one who wouldn’t hurt her and take advantage of her vulnerabilities. Would Sam risk a new friendship?

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I watched as he started shaving his ball and perineum. That was it for me. I wasn’t even touching myself and all the sudden I started spraying cum. The first 3 shots hit Tommy in the crotch and legs. It came so strong it was like I was peeing. My ass was clenched so tight I could have crushed walnuts. I groaned loudly and fell back against the wall still shooting rope after rope of cum down by our legs and feet. It was like I sprayed out all my energy and slowly slide down the shower wall to sit on my ass on the shower.

“What the fuck dude!”

My eyes were squeezed shut. My heart was racing and my breathing was erratic. On top of that, my mind was spinning. Not good, Drew! Seconds seemed like hours. My cock had finally stopped spewing cum and I felt it lower to the shower floor. The shower continued to spray away the cum on my legs and floor. I heard a chuckle…which was not what I was expecting.

I opened my eyes with hesitation. I was looking at Tommy’s feet. His muscular legs and feet stood before me. I slowly drew my eyes upward, above his knees to his well-developed quads. His legs were glistening with water and were smooth and roped with muscle. As I continued drinking him in, my eyes fell upon his crotch.

I burst out laughing. One of his balls was completely shaven clean, the other covered in hair. My cum was dripping from his balls and coaRyan his still hard cock, as well as his remaining pubic hair. I laughed because I thought it looked funny. When I looked up at Tommy’s face he was shaking his head with a dumb-ass grin on his face.

“I can’t believe you came all over me you pig!” he exclaimed. “Look at me, I have your jizz all over me!”

Tommy’s voice was higher pitched than normal and I could tell he was in disbelief. I, too, was surprised.

“Dude, get your shit off my body…I mean it Drew!”

I laughed nervously and ended up snorting. What a basket case I was.

“I am serious, Dude” he said with some amusement in his voice.

He reached out a hand and I tentatively grabbed it. Tommy pulled me up with such force that I actually fell up into him. His dick smeared cum across my stomach. My cum from my dick was covering his crotch. I sheepishly apologized, stepping back from him and bumping into the back of the shower.

“Sorry Tommy, I don’t know what happened,” I blurted out. “That has never happened before.”

“Bullshit, Drew, I’ve heard you and Ryan tossing off at night when you think I am asleep. You two are always blowing your nut.”

“I’m sorry, I mean…I don’t….ohhh crap.” I was at a loss for words.

Tommy pointed down at his crotch and stated again, “Get your juice off me, please.”

I knew he was serious but didn’t know how he wanted me to do it. He thought I didn’t believe him. “Drew, seriously…I don’t want your cum all over me and I don’t want to clean it off me. Get over here and wash it off me,” he said a bit more sternly…but he still had a playful tone in his voice.

I turned to the soap dispenser and filled a hand with liquid soap. I turned back towards Tommy and tentatively walked closer to him. I looked up into his eyes and slowly rubbed my hands together, lathering up the soap. I reached toward him, while still locking eyes with him. When my hand brushed against his balls, Tommy slowly closed his eyes and tilted his head back. His mouth opened slightly and I could hear a slow oust of breath. I stepped closer and kept my eyes on his face, while I gently kneaded his basket.

Tommy whispered slowly to me, “make sure you get all of it.”

I reached up with one hand and enclosed it around his still hard cock, slowly riding it up his cock. My hand barely made it around his cock. I went up to his ridge and paused and slowly started the journey down. My other hand was wrapped around his balls, slowly lathering up his ball and remaining pubes. Tommy was hard as a rock and my cock rose quickly, too.

I was only inches from his body and my dick came up under his balls. Instinct took over and I pushed my hips toward Tommy to increase the sensation on my cock. I added some soap to my dick and balls. I reached up to grab one of Tommy’s hands which were resting by his hips. I slowly pulled it toward our crotches, but Tommy pulled away.

“No,” he whispered as he drew his hand away.

I stopped completely not knowing if I should go further. Drew pulled back from me and my heart sunk in my chest. When he inched forward again I was elated. I continued cleaning his cock and balls, all the while looking at Tommy’s face. His cheeks flushed and he bit down on his tongue a bit. I heard a deep rumble in his throat. When I came back up to the top of his cock I could tell he was oozing precum.

I inched my way down his shaft feeling the veins pulse along the way. I started kneeling down in front of Tommy and soaped up his legs. I went all the way down to his ankles and bent my head down, too. I could feel his cock rub in the hair on my head. I could smell the musky scent of my cum poker oyna and probably his precum. I lifted my head up and the tip of his cock started running down the center of my forehead. I felt it on the bridge of my nose and slowly opened up my mouth.

Tommy pulled back sharply and rubbed his crotch. He asked me to finish shaving him, since I was down there anyway. He handed me the razor and I sprayed more shaving cream in my hands. I coated his balls and upper thighs. With nimble but careful swipes with the razor, I cleaned a swath of clear skin across his inner thigh, while cupping his nuts in my hand. Pulling on his shaft to stretch his balls taut, I carefully removed every last vestige of hair from those cum filled sacs.

I grabbed his shaft again and it trembled in my hand. I saw some errant hairs on the shaft itself and slowly drove the razor blade to the tip, removing hair, soap and precum together. I used extreme caution as his veins were pulsating as his blood flowed to grow his erection to its full 7″.

I pulled his cock down away from his body and I hear a sharp intake of breath. I took the razor and removed his treasure trail, from his navel down. I asked him how much more he wanted removed and he gasped, “All of it.”

I added more shaving cream and slowly stroked his cock toward my face. I silently slid the razor over the remaining pubes surrounding his cock. His cock was absolutely dripping precum at this point and pulsing in my hand. As I wiped the excess foam from his jerking shaft, it looked so clean and luscious, I just wanted to fall upon it and devour every delectable inch. But that would have changed our relationship forever.

I asked Tommy to turn around and bend over. He did so and pulled his cheeks apart again, showing me his tight hole. I looked lower and put more shaving cream above his balls, spreading it over his perineum and around his puckered anus. As I shaved the last pubic hair from his body, Tommy moaned. He slowly stood back up and rinsed off all remaining soap, shaving cream and stray hairs from his body. His cock was pressed up to tight against his body that his cockhead was resting in his navel. He looked even bigger than before.

I reached up for his cock again, but he drew back and wrapped his own hands around it. He started pumping it harder and harder, thrusting his hips back and forth. His balls were swinging back and forth and suddenly, he turned away from me toward the shower wall and groaned, shooting 5 solid ropes of cum on the wall. The last ejaculation was followed by a deep grunt. Tommy’s ass was clenched tight.

My cock was on fire and I stood next to him. I reached down and stroked myself with my right hand and rubbed my nuts with my free hand. My shaft was already pulsing. I didn’t last more than 15 seconds when it felt like the head of my dick exploded like dynamite. My legs felt weak and my balls pulled up toward my body as I blasted on the wall next to Tommy. Again, my load sprayed from me in streams. I normally cum in great quantity, but I must have a hollow leg or something…because it looked like I drained over a pint of Drew batter on the wall.

“Christ Drew, you cum like a horse” Tommy exclaimed. I smiled. This was great. I thought to myself…I was falling for Tommy. We were great friends. We were great roommates. I wanted more and was beginning to think he did, too.

“This is kinda gay. We shouldn’t do this again,” Tommy said in a flat voice. He shut off the shower and walked out, wrapping a towel around his waist. I stood in the shower alone. I was overwhelmed and could hear the silence screaming in my ears. It got loader and loader. I wanted to throw up.

I stood in the shower for a long time. I don’t know if I was cold or if it was nerves (or both), but I started shaking. I couldn’t move for what seemed like hours. When I heard the outer gym door slam shut, I was jarred awake. I was trembling. My knees didn’t seem to be working and I shuffled toward my clothes. I didn’t even bother drying off, I just wanted to get out of there. I pulled on my jeans and put on my sock and shoes. When I put on my shirt I saw my boxers on the floor. I was sick to my stomach and grabbed my boxers and threw them in a garbage can. I chocked back my tears and headed for the exit. I looked at the clock on the wall. It was late, but I didn’t want to go home.

I walked outside into the early spring air. I was windy and damp and it tore right through me. I refused to go back to my dorm and just started to walk. I mindlessly walked between buildings and found refuge from the cold in the library. I walked to a back study room on the forth floor and pulled the door behind me. I squatted down by a heating vent in the corner and closed my eyes. It would be seven hours later before I work up.

(continued)

I awoke with a start. Where the hell was I? I climbed up on my haunches and looked about. I soon realized I was laying on the floor of a library study room. My neck and back were killing me. I looked down canlı poker oyna at my watch and it said 7:30. Crap, I had a class at 8am and we had an exam. I raced from the library and headed toward my room. I didn’t know what I was going to say to Tommy. Campus was already waking up and there was quite a bit of foot traffic already.

I felt like crap and looked even worse. I had even woken up with drool on my face. I made to my building and opened the front door with great trepidation. I made it up the stairs and walked down the hall to my door. I gulped, turned the knob and pushed the door open. I walked in the room. It was dead quiet. I walked over to my closet and stripped quickly. I threw on my rope, grabbed my towel and toiletries and headed for the bathroom.

The bathroom was busy with activity and I headed to an open showerhead after leaving my things in a cubby. I rinsed with cold water and was surprised to feel the lack of hair on my body. I was suddenly self conscious and looked around. Just the normal dorm mates in there, minding their own business. I washed quickly, dried off and went back to my room. I dressed quickly, deciding I didn’t want to spend too much time in the room. I grabbed my book bag and headed for the door. I looked up at Tommy’s bed and it was empty. I saw Ryan’s foot hanging out of his bed and snuck out the room. I sprinted across campus and got into class just as the prof was handing out the test. My concentration luckily shifted to the task at hand and I had a reprieve for 90 minutes…not having to think about the night before.

The day progressed with two more classes, with lunch squeezed in between. I had small talk with a number of friends throughout the day. My stomach started doing flip-flops as the clock neared 3pm — swim practice. I delayed as much as possible and ended up getting there late, about 3:30pm. I changed into my jammers and headed out to the pool area. The team was in the water finishing warm-ups. I looked in lane 4 (this is the lane Tommy swam in). With a quick scan, I couldn’t find Tommy. As I was coming up near the head of the pool, the coach hollered my name. I turned and walked toward him.

“Locker room, now!” He was pissed. I followed him inside and he walked straight back to his office. We walked right back to the scene of the crime from the night before. Coach turned and looked at me. He asked, “did you forget to clean up your mess, Drew?”

I nodded my head and he said, “clean it up and come see me when you are done.” His shower floor was sprinkled with hair shavings. The floor drain had a collection of pubic hair that looked like a tumbleweed. The razor and shaving can were on the back seat. I reached down and pulled the hair clump off the drain and threw it away.

I turned on the shower and used the head to direct water to wash the remaining hair down the drain. I put away the shaving material and was about to turn off the water when I saw the wall. There were definitely cum trails on the wall. I turned the water hotter and grabbed a nearby rag. With a little elbow grease I cleaned off the wall and mad sure the shower was sparkling clean. After shutting things off I headed into coaches office.

He was changing into street clothes. I had seen the coach changing before, but never this up close. He was in his mid-40’s and was covered in hair. A regular bear. He maintained a trim body by swimming with the team regularly. He was pulling up his briefs as I walked into the room and I got an eye-full. I was half his age, but could feel a stirring in my groin. Coached looked up at me and continued dressing.

When he finished he asked, “did you get it all cleaned up?” I nodded my head. He then when on to lecture me on responsibility and respect. My boner went away quickly. He went on and on, but was decent to me. He sent me to the showers and told me to come back tomorrow.

I walked to my locker and stripped down. I headed to the general shower area and stood under the spray for a while. It felt good and I started to think about Tommy again. My cock was starting to get a bit heavy again when I heard coach walk into the shower area.

“Just so you know, I have my office wired for video. I saw you and Tommy on it last night, that is how I know it was you. I don’t give a rat’s ass what you two were doing in there together. Just be safe and clean up after yourselves.”

Again, I didn’t say a word and simply nodded my head.

“I sent Tommy packing earlier. I want both of you here at 6am tomorrow morning to make up for the mess and for being late. You will be swimming sprints for an hour.”

I walked back to my dorm. I was dead tired and emotionally drained. Tommy was nowhere to be seen. Ryan was gone, too. I sat on the couch and closed my eyes.

I was woken up by the door slamming some time later. I looked up and saw Ryan coming in the room. He shook his head at me and asked where Tommy and I had been last night. I didn’t think it was too much a lie to say I pulled an all-nighter at internet casino the library to prepare for my calculus test. I told Ryan I didn’t know where Tommy was.

Ryan and I went to eat then headed back to the room. I wasn’t in the mood to study so I took off my clothes down to my boxers and curled back on the coach. Ryan did the same and pulled a blanket over us. He was staring at my chest and asked me when I shaved it. I told him I had done it in practice yesterday and he smiled like a Cheshire cat, asking exactly how much I had taken off. I started to laugh it off, but felt Ryan’s hand run up and down my legs feeling my bare legs. When he got to my boxers, he grabbed the bottom hem and slowly started inching them off. Before I lost my shorts and got hard and I told Ryan we should stop this.

Ryan ripped off the covers and looked at my crotch. My boxers were down past my pubic hair and the base of my cock was in view. I lifted my legs up and swung them over the side of the couch and started to stand up. My boxers were already drooping down a bit, by Ryan grabbed them quickly from behind and pulled them down so my bare ass was in full view. I stepped forward a bit to get out of his grasp and bent down to pick up my shorts. Ryan got a first hand look at my exposed ass and my pucker before I covered myself with my shorts.

“I liked your ass better with hair, but now I can see your hole,” he said with a sigh. “So sexy!”

“Jesus, Ryan,” I responded. I never said no or leave me alone though.

My face burned red. I climbed my ladder to my loft and climbed into bed. I lay on my stomach and closed my eyes. I heard Ryan get up and turn off the TV and the lights. I kept my eyes closed and wondered how long it would have to wait until Ryan fell asleep so I could toss a load quick. I suddenly felt a hand on my lower leg and saw Ryan in the darkness climbing into my loft. I didn’t say a word. I slowly spread my legs open, giving Ryan a place to sit. I turned my head back forward and closed my eyes.

Ryan slowly crept up my bed and reached forward and started massaging my shoulders and upper back. It felt great.

“You are tense, Drew. Relax.” He kneaded and rubbed and pressed on my back. All the tension of the last day started slipping away. Ryan slowly ran one of his hands down over my ass cheek and down my leg and back again, then returned to my lower back. I shivered slightly and could feel my penis responding.

Ryan massaged my lower back, edging slowly towards my ass. Every time he neared it, I tensed slightly and his hands would slide up my back again. He edged down again, but this time he didn’t go back up. His thumbs made it to the top of my boxers. He curled his fingers under the waistband of my boxers and retreated. He traced his hands over my boxers, down my crack. My ass responded and clenched down on his fingers. I thought about ending this, but my dick was feeling wonderful.

He moved his hands over my ass cheeks, gently kneading each cheek. He went lower on my leg, down to my ankle then started up again. When he got the bottom of my boxers, he slowly pulled them down…and I let him. I could feel the cool air on my ass, but I was so hot with desire it felt great. Ryan slowly drug my boxers down my legs and off my body.

I was tense again, but this time it was sexual nervousness. Ryan started at my shoulders again and I slowly started to relax. He kept it up and I started to respond to his caress. I must have unconsciously spread my legs further apart. This time when Ryan got to my ass, it was bare skin-on-skin contact. And it felt good. He massaged and kneaded my cheeks, pushing them together and slightly pulling them apart. I could feel Ryan’s breathe heavy on my lower back and ass. Slowly he pulled my cheeks wide apart and I was instantly hard.

My cock was trapped underneath me and pushed my hips up toward Ryan to adjust my cock in the front. At the same time I felt him blowing warm air on my ass and directly on my hole. He ran his fingers up and down my checks. I kept on raising my hips up and down on the bed, slowly humping my cock into the mattress. Ryan ran a finger slowly down my crack as he want back down my legs. I moaned loudly.

Ryan continued down my legs, giving me a break. I was beginning to think he’d given up on my ass when grabbed me by the hips and turned me over. I rolled over and my cock was pointing at the ceiling. Ryan drank in my body and smiled down at me. He was still in his boxers, which were bulging greatly.

He started rubbing my shoulders, then went down to my chest. He blew on my nipples a few times before slowly running his thumbs across them. He pinched them lightly, and when I groaned and he pinched them harder. My cock bobbed up and down on my stomach and started pulsing. Ryan started running his hands over my stomach, and my cock continued to enjoy his touch.

Ryan ran his hands along my hips and down my legs, running his face close to my groin. I felt his hot breath on my cock and balls. He went further down to my feet and ankles, then back up my legs. He was slowly massaging my hips, his hands inches away from my crotch. I wanted his hand on my cock so bad. I opened my eyes and looked straight into his. He smiled.

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A winter holiday in the midst of a pandemic. How one very liberated family celebrated.

I. Thanksgiving

She’d been looking forward to the holiday for months. Ordinarily, Erin had mixed feelings about Thanksgiving. On the one hand, it meant good eating and warm family time, but in the time of Covid-19, only her sister and her sister’s new boyfriend would be coming. She’d do the cooking with Emily and they’d have a fine meal, but with her mother unwilling to trust air travel and her father having been lost to the pandemic, it wasn’t an especially festive time. Ordinarily, her father would smoke the turkey and the kitchen would belong to Erin, Emily and their mother. This year, Emily’s new boyfriend and Scott, Erin’s husband would be spending their time watching football in Scott’s man-cave.

The two sisters knew that this would be a difficult holiday without their parents present — the first such Thanksgiving in their lives. They only got to see one another a few times a year. Erin and Scott lived in Northern California and Emily and the new guy lived in Washington State, not close enough for frequent visits but near enough to travel to on holidays like this. And then there were the work commitments each of them had.

Erin and Scott had looked forward to having company. Fortunately, they got along well with Erin and were assured that they’d just love Dennis, the new boyfriend. Emily had been married before to a man that neither Erin or Scott could tolerate. He was abusive and arrogant alcoholic who made everyone around him want to be somewhere else. Emily promised that Dennis was the exact opposite; laid back, respectful and one hell of a lover. The last quality was especially important — each of the sisters had a very strong sex drive.

Since their youth, both Erin and Emily were quick to share their sexual adventures and misadventures with one another. Only a year apart in age, they’d discovered the wonders of sex in their teens and had no problem masturbating in front of one another and comparing notes afterward. Once both of them started having sex, it wasn’t taboo to them to do it in the same room and afterward they’d compare their lovers’ performances. So, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for Emily to give a complete rundown to her sister regarding Dennis’ abilities as a lover.

Although Erin and Scott had a great sex life, Erin couldn’t help but to fantasize one she heard about the size of Dennis’ big, thick cock, his patience, his sexual kinks and his bullish sex drive. Each phone call brought another report from her sister about their sexual adventures: where they fucked, how they fucked and who they fucked. Like Scott and Erin, theirs was an open relationship and they often included other men and women in their adventures. Erin found herself wondering, “I wonder if …” about being the third in their sexual triangle, but she didn’t have the courage to share this fantasy with her sister as she had with her husband, who gave her the “go ahead” if the opportunity presented itself.

“All I expect,” he told her, “is for you to tell me about it if you do it together.” Erin promised she would and they incorporated that into their shared sexual fantasies. Erin knew that Scott sometimes jerked off thinking about Emily’s tight gymnast’s body and what he’d do to it given the chance.

Once the couple arrived at Erin and Scott’s home, Erin could see why her sister was attracted to Dennis. With his tall, muscular build and his mop of sandy blonde hair, Erin felt a twinge in her pussy that was unmistakable. She wanted him and her sister could see that she did. Emily grabbed Dennis’ arm and pulled herself closer to him, “And he’s all mine,” she stated, bringing a smile to all involved.

“Can I at least give him a ‘hello’ kiss,” Erin asked.

“Be my guest.”

So, standing on tip toes, Erin gave him a kiss on his cheek, making sure that she managed to kiss the corner of his mouth as well. And he smelled so good!

Once dinner was done, Scott and Dennis loaded the dishwasher, cleared the table and stored leftovers in the refrigerator while the two sisters went out for a walk in the crisp, fall air.

“So? What do you think?” Emily asked her big sister.

“Wow! I can see why he has you so hot and bothered and why you want him all to yourself,” Erin said.

“The first time we fucked, I knew. Not only is he good, he keeps on going and going like the Energizer bunny. He fucking wore me out.”

“He’s hot. Even Scott said so when we were alone in the kitchen. I think he caught me staring.”

“And he’s so open to just about anything. He’s okay with me being bi and doesn’t mind of I spend a night or two with a girlfriend as long as I come home and give him some … and tell him all about poker oyna it. We’ve had a few threesomes with some of my girlfriends and we’ve just had one with his buddy, Chad.”

“Oh?”

“Chad was okay but nowhere near as good as Dennis. He said he liked watching me get fucked by Chad. I can understand that because I liked watching him fuck my girlfriend Tiffany … you know, the redhead I work with?”

“That must have been hot. I wish I could have been a fly on the wall or better yet, a fly with a camera.”

“Have you ever done that?”

“What?”

“You know, filmed yourself and Scott or taken pictures of you and one of your many girlfriends doing it?”

“Scott’s tried doing that but it came out lousy. All we had was our cheap cell phone camera. Now, if I had a good camera and maybe a tripod. I’d be happy to shoot you with Dennis.”

“You’ve seen me in action more than once.”

“True. But that wasn’t with someone you were really hot for,” Erin teased.

“He is hot, isn’t he? And by the way, I’ve been meaning to ask you, what’s the game plan for Christmas. I’d invite you guys up to my place but it’s so small you and Scott would have to stay in a motel.”

“Now that would be a shame. I’m assuming nothing’s going to change by then and that mom still won’t want to travel, so it’d be just the four of us assuming you’re still with Dennis.”

“I hate the idea of Mom spending the holidays alone. I do too, but there’s not much we can do with her being on the East Coast and all.”

That night everyone went to bed feeling full of turkey and crisp autumn air. Erin was asleep with Scott, having had a great session of 69 with her husband. She was nearly asleep when she heard the ruckus Emily were making in the guest room. The bed was slamming against the wall and Emily was groaning loudly. Erin looked at Scott. He was fast asleep, snoring gently as she sat up and, without bothering to get dressed she tiptoed past the guest room to hear better. The door was open about six inches and, if she was quiet, she could look into the dresser mirror and see everything that was going on.

Her sister and Dennis were in the classic missionary position and she could clearly see Dennis’ hard, thick cock pistoning in and out of her sister’s pussy.

“Give it to me baby. Give it to me,” she begged. “Fuck me hard. Show me how you want to fuck Erin. Do it.” She watched as they kissed and fucked, holding one another in almost desperate passion.

Im-fucking-possible! Erin was in shock, the handsome guy who was fucking her sister wanted her? Edging up to the doorway, she pinched the hard tiny nipples on her small breasts until they ached. She wanted him. Hell, she wanted them. Both of them. She reached down to her trimmed pussy that was oozing fluid down her muscular thighs. Two fingers toyed with the fluid, then with her clit and finally entered her hot, wet canal where they sought out her G-spot. It was almost too much: the thought of Dennis’ cock in her sister, in her, the thought that she wanted her, the squelching sound of her sister being royally fucked by this stud almost made her lose consciousness. She leaned against the door frame and gave in to the feeling, had a thunderous orgasm that she kept as quiet as possible and then, tearing herself away from that erotic scene, she tiptoed unsteadily back to bed, but that night, sleep was hard to find.

As hard to find as it was for her sister and Dennis.

II. Christmas is Coming

Emily and Dennis drove down from Seattle in a blinding snowstorm that had the western part of the country under nearly a foot-deep blanket of snow. In spite of the four-wheel drive vehicle, the slipped and slid the whole way south. To say that they were relieved to finally reach Scott and Erin’s home safely would have been an enormous understatement.

They rang the bell and Erin came to the door in yoga pants and a red Christmas-themed shirt and the sisters hugged and kissed, Dennis standing in the falling snow behind his girlfriend. “Don’t forget about me,” he pleaded, awaiting Erin’s kiss.

Erin had been fantasizing about this moment. Her last kiss was just a peck on the corner of his mouth. This time she threw her arms around him and planted a kiss directly on his lips and with a fair flash of her tongue, her boldness having come from the two glasses of wine and one cup of egg nog at the neighbor’s house.

“Where’s my brother-in-law?” Emily inquired, as she parked her coat on a peg in her sister’s mud room.

“Leave it to Scott. He missed his plane and now the airport in Denver is socked in. So much for Christmas Eve with Santa’s sexiest elf. He promised he’d be here tomorrow morning.

Dennis ran out to the car in his flannel shirt in order to canlı poker oyna bring in the gifts they’d purchased for Erin and Scott as well as for each other. Emily, looked like an elf herself in green yoga pants and a red, scoop-necked cotton sweater as she placed all their gifts along with those already stacked neatly beneath the lower limbs of her sister’s balsam tree.

Erin and Emily placed a video call to their mother as they sat on the floor among the gifts in a pose just like the photos of them taken at so many Christmases when they were young. The women were shocked when their mother told them that she had a guest tonight, Fred Butler, the next door neighbor who had lost his wife two years ago on Christmas Eve. Though surprised, the women were glad that their mother wouldn’t be alone and that she was moving on with her life after losing their father.

Their daughterly duty having been performed, they said, “To hell with the dinner dishes. We’ll do them tomorrow.” Erin had the gas fireplace warming up the sitting area and the three of them settled down on the sofa with Emily leaning on one of Dennis’ shoulders and (not wanting to be left out) Erin on the other to watch IT’S A WONDERFUL LIFE. She couldn’t help herself as she sniffed out whatever scent he was wearing and rested one hand on his muscular thigh.

The warmth of the fire, full bellies, the long ride for Emily and Dennis and a day of cleaning for Erin conspired to make them all drowse off. When the movie ended and the credit music rolled, they awoke even drowsier than before and and they all agreed to call it a night.

Erin was tired but once she heard the telltale sounds of her sister and Dennis making love, all signs of sleep disappeared. She reached under her nightgown and began to run her fingers teasingly up and down her thighs, intentionally avoiding any touch of her pussy and clit. At last, she couldn’t take the self-tease any longer. In her mind, she was picturing the two of them as she’d seen them on Thanksgiving, his thick cock sluicing wetly into her pussy as she rode him up and down, up and down and she began to duplicate the motions with her slender fingers. In and out, in and out. Dripping fingers. First two and then three, reaching for her swollen G-spot. Dennis was inside her, stretching her. Emily, in her fevered imagination, was sitting at the foot of the bed, watching her lover plunge into her sister’s drenched pussy. She realized the sounds of lovemaking had stopped but the fantasy hadn’t. Now her sister was watching intently, her breast in one hand, her other hand between her muscular thighs, rubbing her clit like a madwoman. “How long have I been doing this,” Erin asked herself. She couldn’t stop as she looked first into Dennis’ handsome face and then in to Emily’s. Finally, unable to separate reality from fantasy, she came over and over again, eventually passing out only to awake — alone. Was it her imagination, or did she hear a male footfall heading down the stairs to the guest room?

Just as it was when they were kids, Erin and Emily woke up at 6:30 and exchanged Christmas gifts. Not fifteen minutes later, the phone rang. It was Scott calling from his hotel in Denver.

“Let me guess. You and your sister are the only ones awake and you’ve already exchanged gifts. Am I right or am I right? Did she like the Icelandic sweater we gave her,” he asked.

“Loved it,” she told him. “And you’ll never guess what she gave me.”

“Knowing your sister either a year’s worth of yoga pants or a dildo.”

“No, but you’re close. She gave me a great camera that takes stills and movies.”

“You’ve been wanting one of those. No more crummy cellphone cameras for you. Now we can make porn in style. Be sure to take some clothing optional ones of your sister, will you?”

“Shhhh. She’s right next to me so she hears every word you’re saying. And what about Dennis,” she joked. “Won’t he feel left out?”

Erin’s face turned scarlet as her sister grabbed the phone from her hand. “We won’t leave him out but I didn’t know you were into guys,” she teased. Enjoy the snow. I hear it’s still coming down there. Here’s your wife …”

“Honey, they’re saying no flights out today either. I promise to get the first plane out. We can exchange gifts when I get home.”

When they ended the conversation, Erin’s face was still red. “You should see your face, sis,” Emily joked.

“You weren’t kidding when you said that, were you? About taking photos of you and Dennis … together?”

“Of course not. Why should we work so hard at keeping our bodies in shape if we’re not going to share them?

“I mean … together?”

“Dennis works hard, too, you know. He’s got a great body. Why not show Scott what he was missing?”

“It internet casino would be nice if you asked Dennis, too, you know.” Erin chastised.

“Look, we know you saw us the other night and on his way to the bathroom, Dennis saw you, too. He wants to. I want to. And I hope you want to also, so why not? We even bought you a tripod!”

3. ‘Twas the DayAfter Christmas

None of them wanted to dig out the cars, so all three of them, Erin, Emily and Dennis hung out all day in pajamas and robes, eating leftovers and watching movies. In the late afternoon, Erin asked her sister if she wanted to go outside with her to photograph the winter snow, but Emily — no big fan of the cold or of snow — begged off, instead stripping off her robe and then her pajama top, “Let’s do our photo shoot indoors.”

Dennis took a seat on the sofa and watched as Erin posed his girlfriend in one provocative pose after another. The three took some time to critique Erin’s work and all of them agreed that her work looked damned provocative. The combination of Emily’s toned body and Erin’s ease with her new camera had yielded some very sexy results, so much so that Emily stripped off her bottoms as well and willingly let her sister pose her so that not only her musculature but her waxed-clean pussy and ass were on full display as well. Dennis was having a difficult time disguising his hard cock, so he finally ended up letting it also get into the pictures.

It wasn’t very long before Emily joined her boyfriend on the sofa and asked her sister to photograph her sucking Dennis’ cock. Hesitant at first, Emily threw off her robe and her top and got into the spirit of things, photographing her sister swallowing her boyfriend’s large cock, leaving it slick with his pre-cum and her saliva. Just when she sensed that Dennis was about to cum, Emily stripped off his bedclothes and sat on his cock just as she had when her sister had spied her. The camera followed the two bodies, recording the slick traces of bodily fluids as they dripped from Emily’s excited pussy. Her eyes closed in ecstasy, she didn’t see her sister reach into her silk pajama bottoms to stroke her own soaking pussy. With one hand on the camera and one on her pussy, she continued photographing them shot after shot after shot until at last Dennis came inside his girlfriend.

Erin, by now close to cumming herself lowered herself down and licked Dennis’ cum as it leaked from inside her sister’s soaked pussy.

While drinking wine an hour later, they put their heads together to look at Erin’s work, all three of them glad that they were no longer impeded by the limits of a roll of film.

“Damn, Sis,” Emily told her sister, “those are hot. You could do that professionally, you know. I mean it.”

“Well, with two hot models like you, how could I miss?”

“Who are you kidding, with all the yoga you do, you have a fantastic body two. In fact, I’d love to try my hand at shooting some shots of you.”

Her face reddened and started to say, “But what about Dennis?” but she thought again. So, she began posing for Emily.

Dennis watched hungrily as Erin posed for her sister and then he exchanged a questioning look with Emily, who shook her head affirmatively. At the moment, Erin was on her back posing with legs apart, her finger on her clit and ecstasy distorting beautifully her lovely face. Dennis bent down over her and kissed her deeply, his tongue against hers. In shock, her eyes flew open but she did not interrupt the kiss as Dennis settled his body atop hers.

With a groan, she parted her thighs, looking for permission from her sister, who once again nodded in assent. The cock which she had fantasized about was at the opening of her pussy, pushing slowly inside her. Her legs wrapped around Dennis’ , drawing him deeper and deeper into her, his thickness spreading the opening wider and wider. Never had she felt so full as they began to move in concert with one another. Her heart was pounding crazily as she once more looked over at her sister who, by then had all four of her fingers buried in her pussy. She smiled as she watched Erin climb the ladder to orgasm on Dennis’s cock.

And then, all too soon, she came, followed shortly afterward by his orgasm. She trembled, shook, vibrated again and again as he withdrew his cock and its place was taken by her sister’s mouth, licking every drop she could of her lover’s

cum and her sisters as they trailed wetly down the cheeks of Erin’s ass.

Just as she was about to cum again under her sister’s mouth, her phone rang. It was Scott. “Hi babe,” he greeted his winded wife, “Guess what? I got an early flight. Can you guys come pick me up?”

“We’ll have to shovel out. We didn’t expect you until tomorrow.”

“Take your time,” he told her, “I made a new friend I’m bringing home with me … a redheaded holiday orphan.”

“Always room for one more,” Erin told him excitedly. “I’ll need to recharge my batteries, though.”

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At the time of these events, Annie and Jake were in their early twenties. They first met in high school and became sweethearts. Naturally, a healthy young couple had the normal desires that would be expected of teenagers. However, Annie resisted Jake’s pleas for her to go to bed with him, following her Mother’s advice.

“But Annie, I want you so badly!” he told her.

“No, Jake. I’m not going to. I know you want to. So do I, but I promised my Mother that I wouldn’t.”

“You don’t understand Annie. I sometimes think that I’m going to explode.”

Annie did understand. At times, she felt exactly the same. On those occasions she would lock herself away in her room and use her fingers on that sensitive little place between her legs. She discovered what happened shortly after she began to think of Jake in a sexual way.

She realised that Jake needed something and was sure that he masturbated after he had gone home feeling frustrated. So, she reasoned, was it so bad if she helped him out somehow?

Her hand reached across and gently lay on the obvious bulge. Jake gasped and reached for her breast.

“No, Jake. That’s not part of the deal.” She pushed his hand away. “If I… help you… then you mustn’t touch, OK?”

He nodded, his eyes pleading. Annie’s fingers wrapped around the outline and Jake groaned. His hand closed around hers and he began to move it up and down the shaft. Her hand was trapped – not that she wanted to take it away, as she was fascinated by the feel of it and the heat, and also the reaction it brought from her boyfriend.

After a while Jake’s movements speeded up and his grip became tighter. He closed his eyes and threw his head back as his hips jerked. Annie guessed what was happening, but it looked almost painful. However, when he had finished coming, he smiled wanly and leaned over to kiss her.

“Thank you,” he said.

*****

In time it seemed only natural for Annie and Jake to become engaged. Nobody who knew them was surprised.

It was at this point that Annie finally agreed to hold Jake’s penis properly. They had just celebrated their engagement with a small party and the young man had escorted Annie and her Mother home. Becky was tired and excused herself to go to bed, leaving the two alone in the lounge.

After kissing for a while, Jake’s hands began to roam – as usual – this was the normal prelude to persuade Annie to rub him.

“Jake, I don’t want you getting carried away, but I want to do something special for you tonight.”

His mind raced, thinking that Annie was finally going to let him…

“No! Not that! I didn’t mean that. I’ve told you I want to wait.”

“Well what then?” He asked.

“This,” she breathed.

She reached across with both hands and began to unfasten his trousers. She pulled them open and then lifted his shirt out of the way. His dick was already nodding in anticipation of her touch, tenting his boxer shorts. She located the opening and reached in to extract it. As she closed her fingers around the thick shaft she gasped, both at the size and just how hot it was.

Annie carefully pulled the penis out and began rubbing gently. She was fascinated by the way the skin moved and its smoothness. She wanked him slowly, both because she was enjoying it and because she wanted to extend Jake’s pleasure. As she worked, she realised the effect it was having on her. The telltale tingling between her legs was accompanied by the wet feeling that she normally experienced when she started rubbing herself, but this time it was without any contact!

Jake was getting close. His right arm was wrapped around her shoulder, while his left hand was gripping the arm of the sofa. Suddenly, he moved it and grasped Annie’s right breast firmly. She didn’t want him to, but she also didn’t want to stop what she was doing, so for once she left it there. Besides, she could tell he was about to climax.

He grunted and his hips bucked with his ejaculation. Annie had never actually seen what happened in Jake’s boxers and was shocked at how the semen jetted from his dick. It sprayed everywhere making a terrible mess over her hand, his trousers and underpants, even on his shirt. In fact the cotton material was absolutely soaked with the sticky white fluid.

Annie giggled, “What’s your Mother going to say when she sees the state of your clothes? I mean, she’s going to have to wash it all isn’t she?”

“I think I’m going to have to do my own washing. I can’t let her see this.”

Jake tidied himself up as best he could and then kissed her goodnight, before walking home. Annie poked her head round the side of the curtain and watched him as he walked down the street. Her pussy ached and her mind was confused; on the one hand she was glad that Jake had gone home because she felt that she was losing control and on the other, she really wanted to lose control, even now. Only her head was visible from outside, which allowed her to act unseen. Her left hand tugged her skirt poker oyna up high enough that her right hand could pull down the top of her tights and then slip inside her brief panties. They were so wet it was almost as if she had accidentally urinated in her pants. Her pussy felt as if it was gaping and she longed to push a finger inside, but she daren’t. Instead, she frantically rubbed her clitoris, eyes welling with tears as she wished that Jake would turn around and come back. She collapsed in a heap, legs spread, and orgasm consuming every rational and conscious thought. She lay in that position for maybe five minutes before she was able to catch her breath and move, dragging herself to the bathroom to clean up.

*****

In the morning, Annie awoke late and decided to have a leisurely bath. It was hot and relaxing and she luxuriated in its warmth. Her mind wandered to the night before. It was the first time she had seen a naked and erect penis and, frankly, the thought of it excited her. She couldn’t resist touching down there – it still seemed so sensitive, even this morning. She had to be careful when she got out of the bath and began drying. The material of the towel was sending shivers up and down her body – particularly when she was rubbing between her legs and ass cheeks.

Her body was still feeling sensitive when Jake dropped by. She was wearing trousers, but as they kissed his hands wandered onto her buttocks. She usually pulled them back up to her waist, but this time she was enjoying it and wanted to see what his hands felt like.

Jake kneaded her flesh through the thin material. She could feel her pussy lips being tugged around by his movements. It was thrilling and she felt herself becoming aroused and wet again. Annie ached to let him continue, but his breathing was becoming heavy and he was getting a little rough. It frightened her, so she reluctantly pulled his hands back up to her waist. She could feel his erection and knew what she would have to do. Fortunately, her Mother had gone out earlier and wasn’t expected back for a while, so she rapidly unfastened Jake’s trousers and pushed them and his underpants down to his ankles.

Annie took hold of Jake’s dick and began rubbing it. She marvelled at his powerful legs and stomach – toned by swimming and running – and fantasised about his body being between her legs. This was almost her undoing, as her fiancé’s hands began roaming across her body. He stroked at her buttocks, almost making her cry out in her own frustration. Realising that she had to finish him quickly, Annie began to stroke rapidly.

Suddenly, one of Jake’s hands slipped under the waistband of Annie’s trousers and slithered straight inside her panties. The garment was quite tight and he slowly forced his hand further down. Whether he knew it or not, Jake’s fingers were edging down between her cheeks. He was reaching for her pussy, but his fingertips were getting close to the sensuous area around her anus. She wanted him to come now and yet she wanted his hand to go further. It was a race and the throbbing solid flesh won. As the streams spurted out from Jake’s cock, his hand ceased its exploration.

*****

Over the months Annie masturbated Jake on many occasions. Most often it was while he was fully clothed, occasionally with his trousers undone. And yet, Annie always tried to insist that he shouldn’t touch her.

About a month before they were due to marry the couple came close to breaking Annie’s promise to her Mother. It was on a Saturday afternoon when Becky had gone out shopping and wasn’t due home for a couple of hours. They were in the bedroom and Jake was showing Annie his new digital camera.

“Why don’t you pose for me Annie?” he said.

“Oh right!” she laughed. “You’d just love to take pictures of me in the nude, right? You must think I was born yesterday!”

The look on Jake’s face told her that it hadn’t even occurred to him, but now the thought appealed. Quickly he gathered himself together.

“No, Annie. I just want to take some pictures that I can look at when you’re not there.”

It was such a sweet thing to say, but she couldn’t help wondering if there was a double meaning. Mentally, she pictured him rubbing his dick while looking at pictures of her. Actually, she thought, if that was the case then it was a bit of a compliment.

She smiled and said, “Go on then, take some pictures. Where do you want me?”

“Well, the light from the window is good, so if you could sit on the other end of your bed I reckon it would be best.”

Annie kicked off her shoes and shuffled up the bed so that Jake could take a couple of shots.

“You know, I reckon that your black blouse is a little overpowering. Can you undo a couple of buttons and open it up. The light shade of your skin will contrast with the darkness of your hair.”

Annie wasn’t sure if this was a ruse, but it sounded vaguely plausible. She knew that with the buttons unfastened her bra might be visible, but decided to go canlı poker oyna along with it anyway.

Lying back, she raised her hands behind her head. Jake whistled and moved in close for a head and shoulders shot. He couldn’t help but notice her cleavage and the hint of the black lace edging of her underwear.

“You know, I’d really like to get a proper shot of your head and shoulders.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“Well, if you could sit up and… sort of… slide your blouse and bra straps from your shoulders I could get a really nice shot.”

Annie gave him a doubtful look.

“Listen, I tell you what, I’ll stand right back on the other side of the room and take a shot from there and then I’ll show you what I mean.”

Jake walked a few paces away and stood waiting. Annie shrugged and carefully slipped her blouse and strap from one shoulder, while carefully keeping her other arm across her chest, hiding the now over-generous display of her breasts. He raised the camera and clicked.

Pushing a few buttons, Jake walked over to Annie and, sitting down beside her, showed her the result on the screen.

“Oh! I see what you mean! Well, if you want to take some more pictures I guess I don’t mind.”

Jake’s mouth had gone dry. He had been concentrating on his photography so much that he’d only just realised how close he was sitting to Annie. The skin of her neck, shoulders and upper breasts was soft, smooth and almost luminous. He bent to kiss her collar bone.

“Whoa, tiger! You’d better get on and take some pictures before I change my mind.”

Jake stood up and studied his subject. He moved in closer and framed her head and shoulders. The pictures made her look even more beautiful than he already considered her to be. He showed her and, encouraged by what she saw she allowed him to try different ideas. Eventually, he plucked up enough courage to ask her to take her blouse off.

Annie had been enjoying the attention and felt just a little daring. She knew her bra was attractive lace, but she was pretty sure her nipples would be concealed. So, smiling at him, she slipped the straps back up and then unbuttoned the rest of her blouse. She tugged the ends out from her jeans and then peeled it from her shoulders. Jake sucked in his breath and just stopped himself from letting out a low whistle. He’d had hints of what her breasts looked like, he’d even managed fondle them occasionally (although not for long), but encased in lace and silk they looked absolutely stunning.

Annie deliberately pushed out her chest as Jake moved around taking pictures.

“I can’t believe how beautiful you look.”

“You’re just saying that. I mean, you’ve seen me in a bikini before. What’s the difference?”

“I don’t know, perhaps it’s because you’re posing. Seriously, I’d put you up against any of those so-called glamour models in the magazines any day.”

Annie loved Jake more than ever for that. He knew how to say the right things. The photo shoot was having an affect on her though and she knew she was getting turned on. She didn’t say anything, or make it too obvious that she had noticed, but Jake was showing similar signs. She still felt daring and wanted to go further.

“I suppose you’d like me to take my jeans off now?”

“Well, you have got beautiful legs. It would be a shame not to take the opportunity. After all, if I can make the head and shoulders shots look so good, imagine what I could do with the rest if you?”

Annie put her head on one side and said, “Weeeeell, I suppose a few shots like that would be OK.”

While Jake pretend to busy himself with some settings on the camera, she pushed her jeans down over her hips. He waited until she had thrown them across the room to join her blouse before looking back, just as she was raising a knee in order remove a sock. He could see the dampness in the gusset of her panties and it made his cock surge with blood. Her face seemed a little flushed and her chest seemed to be heaving as sat back.

Jake got Annie to pose in different positions, including one where she sat on her knees and looked back over her shoulder at him, pouting. Her body was stunning. He sat down and showed her the last picture.

“Oh!” she said. “That looks really good. You’re really clever at this, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but…well…” he stopped speaking.

“What?”

“Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“But you were going to say something. Was it about the picture?”

“About how it could be better, but never mind.”

“How? I don’t understand.”

He showed her the picture again. “Look at it,” he said. “And just imagine the smooth skin and curves of your spine and shoulder blades, if they weren’t… well, partly hidden.”

“You mean, if I didn’t have my bra on?” she asked. Annie looked again at the camera and realised what he meant. It would be so sexy without the black straps segmenting the flesh.

“Turn around,” she said.

Jake couldn’t believe internet casino his ears. He was still thinking that she was winding him up and when he turned back round she would scold him for thinking she was ‘that kind of girl’. But when she said he could look, she sat in the perfect pose, unencumbered by her underwear. She had even removed her panties!

“How’s that?” she asked seductively.

For a few moments Jake couldn’t move or speak and when he did it was just a croak, “Oh, my…”

He snapped out of his list-filled reverie and began taking pictures.

Annie’s arms were crossed over her chest, hiding her breasts. She knew that her bum cleavage was on show and figured that this was nothing special. But Annie was wrong, Jake loved the feel of her cheeks and was struggling not to reach out and grab them.

Jake began to move round. As he did so, Annie self-consciously dropped one of her hands from her breasts to cover her pubic hair and pussy. In order to do this she had to part her legs a little, but as her fingers lay unmoving on her genitalia, she almost came.

When she recovered enough from the shock to open her eyes, Jake was sitting on the bed once more. He was so close to her naked body. Both of them felt faint from the sexual tension. Annie tried to break it.

“I guess we’d better stop now,” she said.

“Yes,” Jake replied. But he didn’t move.

“I want to get dressed now.” She was getting very nervous of the situation they were in.

Jake stood up, but instead of moving away he dropped the camera on the bed and swiftly unfastened his trousers. When he pulled them and his boxers down Annie gasped. It looked so huge and the head was so shiny.

“No, Jake! We’ve only got a month to wait. Don’t spoil it now.” She really wanted to take hold of it, but that would mean uncovering either her breasts or pussy.

“Look, I’ll rub it if you promise not to,” she nodded her head. “You know,” she finished. She took her arm away from her breasts, revealing them for the first time to Jake.

As Annie took hold of his cock, Jake looked at the perfect nipples. The areola weren’t very wide but the nubs themselves were quite big – and looked very hard. She began rubbing rapidly, hoping she could provide relief quickly enough in order to calm him down. She didn’t trust herself to resist if he tried to take her. This close, he looked even bigger than usual.

Jake reached out and stroked her ebony hair. His hand eased around to her crown and then she felt pressure, drawing her face closer to his dick. Suddenly she knew what he wanted! Annie had heard that some girls did it but it had never occurred to her that her fiancé would want her to suck him!

Overcome with her arousal, Annie bent across and planted a kiss on the head. She had meant to only to peck at it, but the sideways movement forced her fingers against her engorged clitoris, causing her mouth to press harder as she moaned. Her teeth and tongue made contact with the silky flesh. She was surprised by the feel and opened her mouth a little more. She was only experimenting, but Jake was trying to encourage her by moving his hips.

“Please, Annie! I need you to. Please!” he begged.

Before today she perhaps would have been terrified. But at this moment in time, feeling the way she did; it was rude and dirty and not what a nice girl should do, but she wanted to do it all the same. She opened her mouth wider and tried to get the head in. It wasn’t easy, but she managed it after licking her lips and making a second attempt. Very little of Jake’s penis would fit in her mouth, but she did the best she could.

Not knowing what she should be doing next, she sucked and found a little more flesh slid across her tongue. She released the pressure and it slipped almost out. She repeated the action and Jake seemed to enjoy it, so she continued. After a while she was into a rhythm and began bobbing more rapidly.

Jake didn’t take long. He reached down and felt her naked breast for the first time, squeezing the flesh before stroking the nipple. Annie’s gasp was the last straw and his cock suddenly erupted. The surge of liquid into her mouth caught her by surprise. Annie choked and immediately pulled away. Still it fired, like an uncontrolled machine gun. She raised both hands to try and stem the flow, but it just squirted through the gaps.

Jake was treated to his first view of Annie’s pubic region. He couldn’t quite see her vaginal lips but the sight was enough to give him another couple of spasms and yet more fluid.

When Jake finally ended, he looked down at Annie, her face hair and breasts covered in his come. He suddenly felt very guilty and put his cock away. He reached for the box of tissues on the dressing table and started mopping the liquid. He used a total of five tissues before he was done, the last dribble being down below her naval – almost in her sparse pubic hair. He reached down and dabbed gently. The handkerchief fell from his fingers and they continued downwards into the wet folds. Annie sobbed.

She knew she was in trouble. The moment that Jake’s fingertips touched her clitoris she had no resistance.

“Annie, I want to do something for you now. Is that OK?”

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****Please Read This First****

Although I am posting this story in the ‘Lesbian sex’ category it’s a love story, not a sex story and there is precious little sex in it. There’s just enough, in my view, to keep it out of ‘non-erotic’ so, if you’re looking for hot girl-on-girl action you will be sorely disappointed and I advise you to look elsewhere.

So, please, when it comes to time to vote – and I urge everyone to vote on all the stories they read – don’t mark me down because there was insufficient sex. You were warned.

As ever, my gratitude goes out to Estragon, my esteemed editor, OneWhoAdores for plot advice, and MartiniMan who also provided valuable assistance. Thanks guys!

On with the story….

Chapter one – in which they find the ring.

“Ah, Rhonda, I’d like you to meet Jessica. She’ll be joining the team as your assistant and I’d like you to show her the ropes.”

Rhonda looked up from the collection of Aztec artefacts she was busy labelling to see Malcolm, the museum director, standing at the door to the room. He was accompanied by a tall, leggy blonde and, immediately, Rhonda’s hackles went up. For months, even with working insane hours, she had been struggling to meet deadlines and, time after time, her pleas for an assistant had been turned down with the limited budget cited as the reason. And now, without one iota of consultation she was having this… clotheshorse… foisted on her. She knew she was being unfair, she knew she was letting her prejudices get the better of her, but from the stiletto heels to the Barbie pink hairgrip in her strawberry blonde hair, this woman had ‘bimbo’ written right the way though her like Blackpool rock. What was worse was the way in which Rhonda hadn’t been brought into any part of the selection procedures. What was Malcolm thinking of?

“I thought we hadn’t got any money in the budget for new staff,” Rhonda stated testily.

“Ah, yes, well, err…,” Malcolm was obviously flustered, “perhaps if I could have a private word. Jessica, if you would be so kind as to just wait here for a moment.” He took Rhonda by the arm and led her to a quiet corner.

“Yes, there’s no money in the budget and, yes, I’ve turned down every staff request you’ve made but that’s why I thought you’d be glad of a little help.”

“Help? Yeah, I could do with help but who the hell ever heard of an archaeologist in four-inch heels, a micro skirt and a boob tube? Who is she and why has she been chosen when there are so many good candidates crying out for work?”

“She’s Jessica Poulton, sole daughter of Lord Poulton, the CEO of MegaCorp. Lord Poulton has just made a very generous donation to the facility, very generous indeed, and, whilst employing his daughter wasn’t exactly a precondition of the donation, he did make it clear that he would be upset if we couldn’t find a way to accommodate her.”

“OK, OK. I get the message,” Rhonda said with a sigh. “Money talks, as always. So, the bimbo, does she know anything about our work?”

“Please, Rhonda, she’s not a bimbo. I wouldn’t have countenanced accepting her is she wasn’t properly qualified. Of course she has a degree in archaeology. She graduated from East Wessex last year; only a lower third, I’ll admit, but it is a degree.”

“And did East Wessex also get a ‘generous donation’ around about the same time?”

“I really couldn’t say, although, come to think of it, their new library complex was only opened recently.”

“And what about fieldwork? Has she done anything practical?”

“No, I’m afraid not.”

“So, let me put all this together. Daddy’s little girl comes of age and for some daft reason she thinks she’s Lara Croft or something. God knows why, archaeology is hardly a common fantasy job. Anyway, her indulgent father then starts pulling strings, makes lots of tax-deductible ‘generous donations’ and she ends up here. Heaven help us when she finds out that this is the real world and not Tomb Raider.”

“Rhonda, you’re so cynical, but, yes, that’s about it, I suppose.”

“Fabulous. And, having accepted your thirty pieces of silver, you chose muggings here to babysit her.” Rhonda’s voice dripped with sarcasm.

“Come along, don’t be like that. She may not be the brightest star in the firmament but at least she wants to work here.”

“Unlike all the highly qualified postgrad students whose job prospects currently involve flipping burgers or stacking shelves at Tesco, I suppose.”

“Rhonda, please, if you knew how hard it is to raise funds in this day and age…. With her father’s money in the bank we might even be able to afford to keep this place open. And, if he can be persuaded to make another donation, we would be able, at long last, to think about some fieldwork. If we had some money in the bank we could, dare I say it, manage an expedition to Peru next year and, if such an expedition were to go ahead, I’m sure we’d give due consideration to those who had made the effort to assist in fund raising.”

“Look after her for a year, get her to persuade daddy poker oyna to pony up some more wonga, and, in return, I get to go to Peru; is that what you’re saying?”

“I wouldn’t start packing your suitcase quite yet but, put it this way, without her father’s money, none of us are going anywhere. Anyway, it won’t be forever. As you say, she must have some Tomb Raider fantasy; I’m sure she’ll get bored rigid when she finds out what the job really involves. Look after her for me, maybe even butter her up a bit, and, when she goes, I’ll see what I can do.”

Rhonda looked across at the blonde and sighed deeply. For all her misgivings she understood the realpolitik of fundraising in the current financial climate. If employing this bimbo was what was needed to keep the research institute alive and, with it, the promise of her dream trip to Peru, then so be it. Rhonda pushed her misgivings to one side and, together, they went back to where Jessica was waiting and started the induction process.

“It’s not as if she’s got two brain cells to rub together,” Rhonda complained to her friend, Chris, as, that evening, they shared a quiet pint or two together in the saloon bar of the Golden Ball.

“Never mind her brain, what about the bod? Is she pretty? Does she make you hot? Do you dream of introducing her to illicit Sapphic pleasures? Would you shag her?”

“Sex, sex, sex, that’s all you gay boys think about. Would I shag her? Nah, not my type. Ok, so I’ll admit that she’s certainly eye candy and she has got the cutest little tush, but I want someone I can talk to afterwards.”

It said a great deal about Rhonda and Chris’s relationship that they could have this conversation at all. Rhonda was an out lesbian and had been since the age of fourteen. Whilst she wasn’t exactly a separatist, she was bored and exasperated by the way most men seemed fascinated by her sexuality and would focus on nothing else. Chris, an equally out gay, made a refreshing change from all this. They had been thrown together when they had shared student digs as freshers and now, nearly a decade later, they were still firm friends. He, at least, was free of the clichéd responses; he didn’t want to “watch” nor was he convinced that she could “cured” by meeting a “real man”, a viewpoint she had heard far too often and found deeply insulting. It wasn’t just the clichés, her real bug-bear were those who thought that being a lesbian was all she was, who never went past that to see her as a human being.

Anyway, even if she did secretly fancy Jessica a little bit, her gaydar hadn’t detected the slightest sign of any interest. Rhonda was not one of those who got off on seducing straight girls; she knew from bitter experience all about those who dabbled, those who played at being ‘bi-curious’, those who just wanted to ‘try it once’ or fool around with other girls so as to make themselves more alluring to men. No, there were plenty of other fish in the sea without getting involved where she wasn’t wanted.

The next few weeks confirmed Rhonda’s worst fears. Jessica was, indeed, a total airhead. Her knowledge of archaeology was sketchy at best and, without her father pulling strings in the background, she’d struggle to get a job on the checkout counter at the local supermarket, let alone a university research facility. Her main topic of conversation seemed to be her boyfriend, Jeremy, and what they did at the weekends. From Monday to Wednesday she’d rehash the previous weekend’s activities, while Thursday and Friday were spent anticipating the next. Rhonda found Jessica’s endless wittering about West End wine bars, hooray Henries, and all night parties tiring in the extreme. Worse still was the way that Jessica seemed to worship Jeremy and was, forever, singing his praises. It seemed that he was some hotshot in the world of banking and well on his way to being a millionaire. Other than that her main occupation was avidly reading ‘Hello’ and ‘OK’ magazines and she would comment endlessly on the comings and goings of the celebrities portrayed within.

But, to Rhonda’s mind, far worse than her mindless gossip, were Jessica’s limited aspirations. All Jessica’s dreams seemed to revolve around Jeremy and Jessica seemed to think that the most important thing she could do was to be his wife and helpmeet, or, it would seem, personal slave. Even Jessica’s quite genuine, if rather amateur, interest in archaeology was secondary to this. Jessica explained that, once they were married, she would be far too busy being his wife to keep up a career of her own. Just as with her magazines, Jessica seemed unable to define herself except through the comings and goings of other people.

So, driven to distraction by her wittering, Rhonda assigned Jessica to the easy, if repetitive, jobs, the ones she could be left to do on her own, and by doing so, she was able to free up more time for her to spend on the real work.

And then, one day, it all changed. Jessica had settled in and, despite her limitations, she could be relied upon to do the slow and steady job of cataloguing. canlı poker oyna With this in mind Rhonda set her the task of sorting out an old bequest. A local bigwig, Lord Breck, had died back in the sixties and, as part of dealing with his estate, the contents of his attic had been donated to the museum in lieu of death duties. Rhonda suspected that the museum staff had known at the time that this was a stitch-up because, for all those decades, the collection of tea chests had been left in a corner in the basement without so much as a formal inventory. Now the space was needed for a new x-ray machine and, rather than just chuck the whole lot in the skip, Rhonda tasked Jessica with making a comprehensive list, of sorting the wheat from the chaff. Together they went down to the basement and removed the dustsheets that had covered the collection for so long. What they found was a long row of tea chests, each bulging with odds and sods, the most obvious being a set of golf clubs standing proud above the rest. Together they hauled them out into the centre of the room.

“But it’s all just junk!” Jessica complained.

“Did you think you were going to get Tutankhamen’s tomb from the get-go?” Rhonda replied quite crossly.

“No, but this… this is just rubbish!”

“How do you know? Have you sorted through it all? Have you examined each piece and assessed whether it’s rubbish or not? No? Well, that’s what I’m asking you to do. No, that’s what I’m telling you to do.”

“But I really thought….”

“I don’t care what you really thought. I don’t care about your schoolgirl fantasies. This is where it gets real. It’s not Tomb Raider and you’re not Laura Croft. Real archaeology is the hard graft of sorting through rubbish looking for the good bits. If you don’t want to do it, then I know plenty of PhD students who give their right arm to be in your place.”

“Please, Rhonda…,” Jessica had tears in her eyes.

“Oh, just get on with it.” And with that Rhonda stormed off.

Two hours later Rhonda’s temper had subsided. She had been a little harsh. The poor girl had been right, it was all just rubbish and Rhonda had been mean and unsympathetic and now she was beginning to feel guilty about it. On a more practical level, an upset Jessica would end up crying to daddy who, in turn, would withdraw his funding and that would put paid to any chance of Peru. As such it was incumbent upon her, both as a decent human being and for the sake of her career, to go and make peace. She went back down to the basement and over to where Jessica was still working away.

As Rhonda approached she could see that Jessica was actually doing a decent job. She had cleared some space on the table and was making a number of distinct piles. Jessica looked up with her puppy-dog eyes, and Rhonda felt even guiltier at her earlier outburst.

“My, you have done well,” she said, turning to the first pile and looking through it. “You were right, of course, it probably is all rubbish but you never know.”

“No, you were right. It’s not all rubbish, even if most of it is. I did find one or two bits that might be interesting,” Jessica admitted. “There’s this jewellery box, for example.”

Jessica picked up a black lacquer box with an intricate inlaid mother-of-pearl design and handed it to Rhonda who opened it up and looked inside where it was equally elaborate and well crafted.

“This is nice, isn’t it? If I had to guess I’d say eighteenth century and from the Far East. Of course, I’m no expert on this sort of thing; we’ll have to take it to Mark and see what he makes of it. It doesn’t really fit with the rest of the museum’s collection so we’ll probably end up selling it but, even so, it’s a useful find and the money will come in handy for the institute. Was it empty when you found it?”

“No, it was full of this jewellery.” Jessica pointed to one of the piles on the table. “I’ve had a look through and it’s all costume, nothing of any value and, trust me, I do know this one.” She looked at Rhonda and they exchanged a smile, each acknowledging that this was one area where Jessica did have some expertise. Perhaps the earlier row had cleared the air a bit.

“But there is one piece that doesn’t quite fit with the rest,” Jessica went on. “This,” she picked up a golden ring with a dark stone that she had placed aside from the main pile and showed it to Rhonda, “it’s not like the others, it’s far better made, for one thing. What’s more, I don’t recognise the stone. At first I thought it was an opal but it’s weird. I mean, every time I look at it it’s a different colour. Do you remember those “mood” rings you used to get when we were kids?”

“I was never much into rings,” Rhonda replied.

“No, I guess not,” Jessica continued. “And then, there’s the setting. It looks a bit like gold but there are no hallmarks or anything. Here, have a close look.”

She held the ring under the big magnifying lamp and, together, they examined it. Rhonda reached out and took it from Jessica and, as she did so, the tips of their fingers internet casino touched. Suddenly Rhonda wasn’t looking at the ring anymore but at Jessica’s fingers, so slim, so elegant, so manicured, so pretty. What they really needed was… and, before she knew what she was doing, she had slipped the ring onto the fourth finger of Jessica’s left hand.

For a moment the two woman just stood there in silence, quite shocked at what Rhonda had done. They were still effectively holding hands under the lamp and Rhonda was suddenly aware of the heat it gave off.

“You silly thing,” Jessica said with a giggle. “What did you do that for?”

“I don’t know… look… I mean… I… sorry… I… I didn’t mean to. You had best take it off,” Rhonda said, flustered.

“It does look nice,” Jessica said, turning her hand under the magnifying light, enjoying the way the colours shimmered. “Oh well, I suppose I have to.” She held the ring with the fingers of her right hand and pulled. However, the ring refused to budge. “That’s funny, it’s stuck.”

“Stop messing around. It went on easy enough; it must come off just as easy.”

“I’m not messing around, it’s stuck.”

“Here, let me.” Rhonda reached for Jessica’s hand and pulled on the ring. Jessica hadn’t been messing around, it really was stuck.

“Oh, for heaven’s sake,” Rhonda said as she once again tugged at the ring.

“Ow, you’re hurting me!”

“Sorry. Look, I’m not good with rings. What do you suggest?”

“Soap sometimes works. I’ll go to the loos and see what I can do.”

When Jessica hadn’t returned fifteen minutes later Rhonda went to find her. She was holding her hand under the cold tap and, yes, the ring was still on her finger.

“I’ve tried just about everything,” Jessica said as Rhonda approached. “Hot water, cold water, I’ve used half the soap in the dispenser and it really won’t shift.”

“Let me have another look.”

But, however much Rhonda and Jessica worked at it the ring was going nowhere.

“Look,” Rhonda said at last. “We’ve wasted enough time over this. It’s obviously stuck; we’ll have to leave it for a while. Are you OK with that?”

“What about… well, it’s not mine.”

“Yeah, I know but… no one’s going to miss it. When you finally get it off then you can give it back. In the meanwhile, it looks like you’re stuck with it, literally.”

“Thanks, Rhonda,” Jessica gushed.

“I’m not giving it to you. It’s just that the only options are cutting the ring or amputating your finger off and I don’t think we’re ready for either of those yet. Now, we’ve wasted enough time on this; let’s see what else you’ve unearthed.”

And the two women returned to the basement and carried on documenting the collection.

When Jessica came in to work the next day, and the day after, still wearing the ring, Rhonda began to write it off as one of those things. Not so easy to write off was the strange way that she suddenly found herself becoming more aware of Jessica, where she was and how she was feeling. It was nothing she could pin down but, for example, she just ‘knew’ when Jessica arrived for work in the morning. Rhonda’s rational and scientific mind put this down to her hearing, albeit subconsciously, the distinctive sound of the exhaust from Jessica’s Audi TTS. But then, at the Friday staff meeting, she suddenly had the unmistakable sensation that her shoes were too tight, that they were pinching. As Rhonda wore her “old faithful” pair of cherry red fourteen hole Doc Martens this didn’t make sense. However, she could feel Jessica squirm beside her and, when Rhonda glanced down, she saw Jessica slip off her shoes and wriggle her toes. Rhonda had to stop herself from sighing at the sense of relief as the shoes slipped off. This was crazy, it wasn’t her toes that were free, it was Jessica’s but, before she could follow this line of thought, she was distracted by Malcolm asking her a about progress on her latest project.

And then, far more disturbing, was the dream. On Sunday evening Rhonda had been to the pub and, to be fair, had sunk a few pints before returning to her flat around eleven at night. She had shucked off her clothes, given herself a quick wash, checked the alarm was set and collapsed into bed. Within moments she was drifting off into a deep sleep.

…please don’t be angry… please don’t be angry at me… you’ve had too much to drink… please! Please!… Ow! She recoils in horror as the fist strikes her temple and knocks her back onto the bed… half stunned she just lies there as he unbuttons himself, pushing his trousers to his knees revealing his rock hard penis… he’s coming for her… he grabs her by the ankles and rolls her over… he’s on the bed crawling towards her… his hands pin down her shoulders and he collapses on top of her… the reek of whisky from his breath… his hand groping at her panties… pulling them viciously aside… please… please… not there… please… his prick pushing against her backside, pushing, pushing… the pain as it breaks through, as he forces himself inside her, thrusting, invading, forcing himself inside… scream, bitch, scream, he snarls… she won’t… she won’t… she won’t… aaargh!!! Aargh!!! Please! Jeremy! Please! Stop… stop… stop… stop…

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Jake was getting restless. There was no TV or other means of entertainment he could use while waiting for that annoying bastard. He had a mind to just get out of the house, but he didn’t want Klaus to chase him down from the first day. There was enough time to observe his surroundings later. For now, he had to admit he was very curious about this insanely rich guy, at least by his standards, and his unusual interest in someone like him.

The door finally opened, Klaus coming in with a small box in his hand and a mysterious smile painted on his face.

“Don’t you know how to knock?” Jake said defensively.

“And ruin my chances of catching you masturbating?” Klaus twisted his lips as if he could barely refrain from laughing out loud. “Come now, pants down.”

“What? You said you wouldn’t force me!” Jake complained instantly.

“And you will not be,” Klaus closed the door behind him and came closer. “You will have to trust me.”

“Yeah, right,” Jake snorted, while still sitting on the bed with his arms wrapped around his knees. “You took me away from my brother …”

Klaus raised one finger to stop him. “I believe the correct way of describing the situation is that your brother gave you away. How do you feel about that, by the way? He has not come to bring your stuff, either, although he promised.”

“He will,” Jake said with a small huff. Yes, it was annoying that Diaz hadn’t bothered to come around.

Klaus waited by the bed, looking very much amused. “Just take your jeans off. I promise I will not touch you … any more than necessary. Do not tell me you are frightened?”

Jake eventually moved. He was really curious about what the man wanted. He was anticipating being touched by the gorgeous blond. And he had to prove that he was not scared.

With quick moves, he flipped open his jeans and stepped out of them. He liked going commando; there was no underwear to bother him. He stood up straight, his hands in front, his legs slightly parted.

“So?” he challenged Klaus with his eyes.

The man caressed Jake’s cheek briefly, and turning, picked up the box he had placed on the table earlier. Jake’s eyes spoke volumes as he saw the object.

“The fuck is that?”

“This is … let us call it a little more sophisticated model of a chastity belt,” Klaus presented the small transparent case in his hand.

“No way,” Jake took a step back, but his calves hit the bed.

“Yes way,” Klaus said with a small laugh. “I told you I would not have you masturbate on my expense. If you are the stoic you claim you are, although your actions speak otherwise, then what is the problem? Plus, it is not like I will have you running around and mess around with my staff, either. Agnes is particularly off limits,” Klaus joked while climbing on the bed and pushing Jake down with a firm hand.

“She could be my grandma, what the hell?”

“Now, Jake, be a good boy,” Klaus cooed and reached between Jake’s legs to fondle his balls a little. “No harm will be brought to you.”

“Like hell it won’t,” Jake said defensively, although he could feel his eyes rolling in his head, as Klaus’s hand was moving between his legs. “How am I going to piss? Or wash?”

“I will show you. The belt is designed to prevent you from getting it up, not stop you from relieving yourself. It will be a bit uncomfortable, but doable. You will be able to take showers, do not worry. I will help you should you need help.”

“Fucking pervert,” Jake tried to push Klaus away, but the man didn’t budge.

“Look, Jake, it is this or you running back to your brother. What is it going to be?” Klaus asked a bit annoyed.

That was enough to make Jake back down. “Whatever. Put the damn thing on me. It’s not like I’ll get hard around you anyway.”

“Should we test that theory?” Klaus bent more and placed a small peck on Jake’s left cheek.

The hand moved on his cock, and Jake let go of a small moan.

“I should get you off before putting the chastity belt on,” Klaus said mostly to himself.

“Don’t,” Jake whispered, but his mouth was captured into a kiss, and he let go. It was just a hand job, right?

He could feel the tight grip on his organ down right into every fiber of his being. It was like there was nothing else but the hand moving maddeningly slow, gathering liquid in the small slit. A thumb teased the head, spreading the moisture around.

“Please, let go,” he begged, moving his head away from the kiss. He could not think with Klaus’s tongue in his mouth.

“Jake, you’re so hot right now, you should see yourself,” Klaus murmured into his ear.

He was made to get up from the bed, as Klaus moved away. Confused he stood up. Klaus dragged him in front of the large mirror he had noticed earlier in one corner.

Klaus stood behind him and gently seized his jaw.

“Look,” he beckoned Jake to look in the mirror. “What do you see, Jake?”

“A pervert all over me,” the brunet said softly.

He could not believe that was him. His eyes were moist, his lips poker oyna looked a bit swollen, and there was a stranger’s hand moving on his cock steadily, unhurriedly.

“You are beautiful, Jake,” Klaus whispered against his cheek, placing small kisses all over it.

He could feel his toes curling against the plush carpet on the floor. He could not bear it, so he closed his eyes.

“Let go, Jake,” Klaus spoke seductively in his ear. “There is no one here but you and me.”

He came so hard Klaus’s strong arms were the only thing that kept him from falling. His breath was ragged as he slowly came to his senses. He barely registered how his soft organ was pushed into the small transparent case, and thin leather straps were locked behind his back and right under his buttocks.

“Don’t you think I will be able to take this out whenever I feel like it?” he said breathily, his eyes still locked on his own image in the mirror.

“No, I do not,” Klaus answered, his words followed by a playful smack on Jake’s buttocks. “You see, this is an item that comes with a small feature … a cipher. Of course, if the situation becomes unbearable, you should just come to me,” he placed a quick peck on Jake’s lips. “Now, get dressed. We are going out for a walk.”

“At this hour?”

“Do not tell me you want to be in bed by nine? You basically slept for hours before dinner.”

Without a word, Jake grabbed his jeans.

“At least, can I ask where are we going?” Jake eventually spoke, seeing that Klaus was doing nothing else but stare at him while he was getting dressed.

“You need a new wardrobe.”

“I don’t think there are many stores open at this hour. Plus, I don’t have any money on me. Wait, I hope you don’t want to put me in a suit? I won’t pay for it, and I won’t wear it,” Jake said defensively.

“We will go slowly, at first. I still think you could use some new t-shirts and jeans. The ones you are wearing are just too …” Klaus struggled to find the word.

“Cheap,” Jake obliged with a small frown. “I told you, I don’t have any money. I dress the way I dress because I cannot afford much else, and damn if I am going to feel bad about it, only because you’re a bastard coming from money.”

He had said all that in one breath. Now that he was down from the high of his release from earlier, he had to face the harsh reality. Klaus was out of his league, even if, through some miracle, he could try his luck with the guy.

“You are under my care, Jake,” Klaus said gently. “This means that I will take care of all your expenses. As long as you live in my house, and obey my rules, no harm will come to you, and you will be treated well. That includes me buying you some clothes.”

“So, I’m like a whore or something,” Jake mumbled, crossing his arms across his chest.

Klaus seemed amused with his attitude. “To be a whore, you would have to offer certain services. So far, while I must admit that I find you enthralling, I had to coax everything out of you. Due to your reluctance, I am quite certain ‘whore’ would not be an appropriate term. Plus, each time I have put your pleasure above my own, have I not?”

Jake bit his bottom lip. He couldn’t understand what Klaus got from their strange trysts. It was true that the man showed no interest other than making Jake come. Maybe he was suffering from some impotence? That could not be. The man exuded sex through all his pores; yet, Jake had been the only one naked, and the only one getting something from both the times Klaus had touched him. That was strange alright.

“Can’t you get it up or something?” Jake blurted out without thinking.

“What makes you think that?” Klaus seemed a bit taken aback.

“You didn’t jump me; you’re just … talking,” Jake said a bit embarrassed. If the man had a problem, chances were that he had no intention to talk about such a delicate thing with a stranger.

“Do you want me to jump you?”

“No, of course not,” Jake pushed his hands into his pockets.

Klaus caressed his forearm and made him take the hand out of his pocket. He entangled his fingers with Jake.

“Right now, we have shopping to do, and later I will show you there is nothing wrong with my … equipment,” he gently rubbed his lips against Jake’s earlobe.

Jake felt his blood getting hot again; the man’s proximity seemed to cause summersaults in his stomach. An unpleasant sensation made him wince. Then he realized. His cock was trying to get up, but it was pressing against the case closed over it.

“Is there a problem?” Klaus questioned, feeling the youngster’s distress.

There was an odd exchange of looks between the two men until realization dawned on Klaus.

“Oh, I see you are starting to see how the belt works. Good, at least we both know for sure that you are not having any erectile issues,” he joked, and Jake cast his eyes down quickly.

The man was right. The damn thing wasn’t comfortable at all when the wearer wanted to get an erection.

“What if …” he expressed his worry. canlı poker oyna “What if this thing causes some damage and shit?”

“I doubt a four-letter word has anything to do with what you are getting worried about. You should learn to speak without the excessive use of cuss words. You said it yourself that you will not get hard around me. So, what is the problem?”

“Maybe I will get hard for other reasons. Like imagining a girl going down on me or something,” he tried to act brave.

“Are you sure it will not be because you will imagine me going down on you instead of some random girl?” Klaus almost whispered the words.

Jake’s face was a parody of emotions. Klaus felt compelled to laugh.

“Are you picturing it?” he hovered closely, without touching Jake with more than his fingers wrapped around the brunet’s hand. “I must say that I am getting anxious to taste you again. Oh, by the way, we will go see a doctor.”

“A doctor?” Jake’s mind was mudded with images of a blond head burying between his legs and tasting him fully.

“Yes, we need to know that you are clean.”

“I’m not an animal,” Jake tried to move away.

“Do not be difficult. I like to experience my lovers to the fullest, and if a piece of paper saying that they are healthy stands between me and my desire, then do not see why a small medical test should be a problem.”

“I’m not your lover,” Jake said fiercely.

“Not yet.”

“I don’t intend to be.”

“What? Are you scared of needles now? The good doctor will only take a tiny drop of blood,” Klaus spoke to him like he was a hard-headed child.

“I’m not scared, I just …”

“We are going, and that’s final. A medical test is required for all my employees, so, even if you have no intention to be my lover,” Klaus said with a small smile, “you will still be on my payroll, and solid health is expected from you.”

“There is no winning with you,” Jake said morosely.

“Of course there is. You are just fighting with the wrong weapons, Jake. You just need to be honest about your desires, nothing more.”

“Alright, we’ll do whatever you want,” Jake admitted. “Maybe the doctor will discover I have cooties and you’ll send me back, washing your hands off me.”

Klaus laughed wholeheartedly. “You look fine to me. And, if you have cooties,” he ruffled Jake’s hair, “Send you back? No, I will just have you treated for them. I will definitely enjoy bathing you using my own hands.”

Jake rolled his eyes.

“Really, does the pervert in you ever sleep?”

“No, not really. Not when the one I desire is right in front of me.”

“You were all business-like at work,” Jake pointed out.

“Yes, but it was a bit difficult for me to be like that, with you in the same room. So, for the sake of business, maybe you will perhaps agree to give in and give me what I want.”

“I don’t give a shit about your business,” Jake said with something akin to satisfaction in his voice. “What, you’re afraid you won’t be able to eat caviar or something if your business goes bad?”

A cool finger pressed against his lips. “Language, Jake, language. And actually I am perfectly able to set my business apart from my pleasure. Since you are here, in my house, I have no issue with seeing about my work at the office and playing with you at home.”

***

It was a bit unnerving for Jake to sit across from Klaus, in the limo, and let those deep blue eyes scrutinize him. He held his hands between his legs, linking his fingers and playing with his thumbs. To say he was a bit nervous was an understatement. That strange device over his sex was not uncomfortable when he wasn’t hard, but keeping the sensation at bay seemed difficult while having the object of his desire right in front of his eyes.

“What?” he eventually snapped to break the silence and make Klaus look away from him.

“I just like looking at you, is that a problem?” Klaus showed his perfect white teeth. “Does it bother you?”

“You know me already, you won’t learn anything new about me, if you just keep staring,” Jake mumbled.

“You are cute when you are miffed like this,” Klaus crossed his legs and looked at Jake with half-hooded eyes.

Jake could bet those insanely blue eyes could look a lot of ways, especially when their owner was taken by desire. But that was something he could only picture. He winced. His cock apparently had its own agenda these days.

Klaus bent slightly and placed a hand on Jake’s knee. “Why are you fighting so hard? What do you have to lose?” he asked patiently.

“Everything,” Jake said somewhat fiercely.

That seemed to surprise Klaus a bit.

“Really?”

“Yes, really. Plus, I don’t want it,” Jake suddenly realized he had forgotten to deny it.

“You do want it,” Klaus said simply while lying back in his seat. “I can understand your fear.”

“So, will you leave me alone?” Jake stared straight into Klaus’s eyes when asking the question. He could feel a claw gnawing on his chest while waiting internet casino for the answer.

Klaus slowly shook his head. “No. I am not giving up on you just yet. There is … potential,” his voice dropped a note or two. “I think you would be happy. This is not just about me and my desire to be all over you, getting inside you and making you scream my name.”

Jake’s heart skipped a beat while hearing Klaus speaking so casually about what the man wanted from him.

“This is about you. You feel lost right now.”

Lost? Jake frowned.

“You’re wrong,” his jaw tightened.

“What do you plan to do, Jake? Live a lie your entire life? Feel miserable just because your brother and the others do not condone homosexuality?”

“I told you I’m not …” Jake couldn’t bring himself to say it.

“You keep telling that to yourself. Although,” Klaus pondered for a moment, “you may, perhaps, have a plan?” he quirked an eyebrow.

“What plan?” Jake looked pretty much like the notorious cat with his whiskers soaked in stolen milk.

“I don’t know. Find yourself a new way, leave everything behind …” Klaus fished for information, his curiosity spiked.

“Maybe,” Jake murmured, staring stubbornly at his fingers again.

“I can help you with that. I can help you stand on your own.”

“Because of the goodness of your heart,” Jake showed his disbelief, cocking his head to one side and staring at Klaus.

“Nothing is free in the world, Jake. I told you what I want. And, since you react so well to me, where is the harm? It would be enjoyable for both of us. Plus, before stepping out in the big world out there, a bit of experience wouldn’t hurt, right?”

The car stopped right that moment.

“Here we are.” Klaus said, and Jake felt like he had missed his chance to say something meaningful.

Thompson hurried to open the door, and Klaus got out, followed by Jake.

“We should not be too long, Thompson,” Klaus said courteously, and the chauffeur nodded.

Jake murmured a small ‘thank you’. For some reason, he found the towering man a bit scary.

“You’re welcome,” he heard him say, and, for a short moment, he looked at Thompson and saw a bit of understanding in his eyes.

It looked like there were the only visitors in the large store at this hour. Jake knew they were in some posh place, but he could not remember if he had ever seen it before.

“We are not in your hometown, in case you are wondering,” Klaus spoke, as if he could read his mind.

“I thought so,” he responded curtly.

A woman in her 50s approached with open arms.

“Mister Metzger, what a pleasure,” she chanted, and Jake felt the need to make himself little.

Everything about the woman spelled class and elegance, at least if he was to take in her clothes. The woman placed imaginary pecks on both Klaus’s cheeks, while he did the same.

“Anna, I have a young man here who needs a new wardrobe,” Klaus presented Jake, who felt compelled to take an awkward step forward.

“I see,” the woman placed her small white fist under her chin and looked critically at Jake.

Now he was really feeling out of place. All that was missing was for the woman to say that he was a cheap piece of shit.

“I know what size he needs,” she concluded.

What? Could she tell just by looking?

“What will it be, Mister Metzger? Should we start with a nice suit, maybe?” she turned to Klaus with a questioning look in her grey eyes.

“Some jeans and t-shirts would be just fine. And whatever sports shoes you find to complete that,” Klaus answered.

If the woman was surprised, she didn’t show it.

“Please, take a seat, I will be right back,” she spoke, and she disappeared.

Jake sat gingerly on the red leather sofa.

“Why are you so stiff?” Klaus questioned. “I know for certain that I didn’t use a butt plug to make you this uncomfortable.”

Jake’s eyes spoke volumes and Klaus had to laugh. “No need to be disappointed, we will get there,” the blond joked.

“What am I doing here?” Jake said defensively. “I have my own jeans and t-shirts.”

“Should we take Anna on her offer for a suit then?”

“No,” Jake said with a scowl.

“Now, now, be a good boy, Jake. You will try everything she brings over and whatever you like, we’ll buy.”

“You mean you’ll buy.”

“Technicalities,” Klaus waved his hand.

“I don’t want to be a good boy,” he tried to revolt, just realizing what the man had said just earlier.

“Do you want to be a bad boy, then?” Klaus’s eyes twinkled with amusement. “If you want, I could put you across my lap for a bit of spanking. I really would not mind.”

“Who would want such a thing?” Jake asked, completely mortified.

“There is pleasure in a bit of pain if done right,” Klaus’s lips twitched, and he winked at Jake, making the younger man avert his eyes.

“You really are a total pervert,” Jake mused out loud.

“I believe you do not know what that word means,” Klaus spoke.

Before he could come up with another snarky remark, Anna was back, with her arms full of clothes. He offered to help right away, to avoid sitting next to Klaus for a while. The woman guided him to a changing room and left him to try out his clothes.

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Ok, you guys, here goes number two! Thank you to all of you that wrote and gave my story such great reviews.

So this is the continuation of the story of my life of having anal sex with my brother, Brian. The first time we did it, I fell in love with it.. This second story (which is also true) takes place in the following spring, just after I turned 19. We had been enjoying our new “relationship” and I was never so satisfied with sex. You see, my pussy is abnormally small and a doctor told me sex would always hurt, so anal made perfect sense. I had a few boyfriends while I was in school, but no one who deserved my sexy little ass!

Anyway, one morning during spring break, I woke up late in the morning with the sun shining through my window. I laid in bed and wondered what I might do today as I stretched under my covers. I could feel the soft rustling of the covers against my body and smiled to myself. The night before, in the tub, I decided to give myself and my brother a little treat. I shaved my pussy bald!

It felt great as I gently stroked the razor up and down my lips and abdomen, even more so because it was Brian’s razor and shaving cream! Once I got out of the tub, I rubbed in some aloe lotion and thought about how surprised my brother would be when I showed him. Then I crawled into bed for the night. The next day, I was surprised at how good the covers felt against my bare honeypot. I slept in the nude just to tease myself. I got out of bed and streaked across the hall to the bathroom. As I sat there peeing, I heard someone moving down in the kitchen. After I finished, I stood up and looked down into the driveway. My folks’ cars were gone, they were at work, but my brother’s car was there. As I started to turn away from the window, I caught my own reflection in the big bathroom mirror.

I have said, I have a small chest, but I think I am pretty. Standing there naked with my bare pussy showing was turning me on. I ran my hands over myself, thinking about my brothers reaction to my little present. I went back into my room and slipped on my halter top night shirt that lets my tummy show. I went downstairs and into the kitchen. I could see the TV from the kitchen but not my brother, who was on the couch around the corner.

“Morning,” I called to him.

“Hey, Karen,” he called back. I stood at the counter that separated the kitchen from the living room pouring myself some cereal. Fortunately, the counter hid my lower half because my brother got up and got a section of the paper from off the counter. I calmly stood there with my bare pussy pressed against the cold cupboard, hoping my brother didn’t notice. My pulse was pounding! He kinda smiled at me as he started back for the couch. He was wearing just his sweat pants from football practice. I had to admit, he had a nice chest! I decided to take a chance. With my whole body quivering, I walked around the counter to the stools at the counter and sat down with my cereal. The stool had a high back, and I sat turned away from the TV so Brian couldn’t see. Just as I started to calm down, Brian stood up again.

“So, what you got planned today?”

I almost choked on my amsterdam shemale cereal, as he stood only five feet behind me stretching.

“Oh, I don’t know.” My bare feet were nervously tapping the stool leg. “Maybe shopping,” I had to do it now or never. I some how got up the courage and started to turn the stool with my legs as I held my cereal bowl and kept eating. He was looking out the window as I turned to face Brian. I brought my legs up and rested my feet on the stool as I nervously chewed waiting for him to turn and look at me. As he turned back, he started to say something about giving me a ride when he noticed. He actually did a double take looking at my bare pussy.

“Holy shit!” he grinned at me.

I smiled back, coyly twisting back and forth in the stool with my feet on the stool and my legs spread. “What do you think?” I asked him. I already knew as he adjusted the crotch of his sweatpants that suddenly seemed tighter.

“So how do you like your little present?” I itched near my pussy with the handle of my spoon. God shaving itches!

“Let me show you how much!” He walked over to me and grabbed my bare waist pulling me closer to the edge of the stool. He got down on his knees in front of me and buried his face in my crotch. I rested my feet on his bare back as he began to swirl his tongue around my asshole.

It felt so good I almost slid out of the chair! He was lapping at my ass like a thirsty dog, making saliva run down my cheeks and squish between me and the stool. All the time he was talking dirty to me, saying stuff like, ‘You know how bad I want to fuck your ass?’ and ‘I can’t wait to ream you and cream you’. He loved talking like this, know it got me juiced up. I just love the feel of him cumming in my ass. He will let out a yell, and I feel him tense up and he shoves it all the way in and holds it. I can feel it swell in me, and start to pulsate. Then his hot cum sprays in my ass and I am in heaven!

I was still holding my cereal spoon and I used it to bite down on to hold in my screams of passion. I love to pretend that I have no reaction to him rimming me, it makes him try harder! He kept looking up at me, watching my reactions. All I could see was his eyes, since the rest of his face was buried in my crotch. He could tell I was loving it, which is why he stopped!

“Ok, little whore,” he said standing up with an evil grin. “Get over to the couch,” I stood up as he stepped back and let me pass. I braced myself as I scooted past him. Then he did it. I felt the stinging slap of his hand on my ass. I knew he loved to spank me every once in a while and say, “How’s my ass today?”

I went into the living room, hoping no one was looking in. We had a huge window that looked out outside and only lace curtains that if anyone walked by, they could see in.

“How do you want me, sir?” I asked, playing the innocent like I knew he liked it.

He grabbed my shoulders and turned me around so I was looking outside. “On your knees, on the couch, my little anal fuck.” his dirty talk was really getting me going, that and knowing he was getting me ready for a good hard butt fucking. I got on the rotterdam shemale couch, looking out the window with my hands on the back of the couch. I just realized we didn’t have any lube. He didn’t seem to care. I heard him untie and drop his sweat pants. I couldn’t help shivering. I felt him coming closer to me, my bare ass pointed at him. Suddenly our neighbor across the street come to get his mail. He didn’t seem to notice, and I had to sigh in relief. It was a shock when I felt Brian’s cock stab against my asshole. He slowly rubbed it up and down my crack getting it wet from all the saliva from his tonguing me.

“You want it?” he asked. I started to get into his rubbing it up and down, moving my hips with him. I nodded in response to him.

“No, I want to hear it, little whore.” He stopped moving, and let me rub my ass on his cock. I was breathing harder along with my hip moves. God I wanted him. It was turning me on more knowing that any time someone could see us, or worse my folks could come home! I reached down and slid a finger in my pussy as I kept rubbing my ass against my brother’s dick. I even tried shoving my ass against it, trying to get it in, but he would pull it away, teasing me.

“No, no my little anal tease. I want to hear you to beg for it.” Brian could be evil when he wanted! “You stay here.” I heard him walk back toward the kitchen. I turned my head a little a saw him standing naked in the kitchen watching me.

“I knew you’d peek. Don’t watch, little whore.” He ordered me to stay there with my ass waiting for him. To tease myself and please him, I turned back and rested my chin on the back of the couch as I listened to him digging around in the kitchen. Finally he came back.

“Are you ready?” he asked me.

I could only nod. I didn’t know what he had planned for me, but I couldn’t help but shiver waiting for him.

I could feel something suddenly drip onto my asshole. Something cold and thick. Brian commented on how good it looked and suddenly I felt his warm tongue replace the cold sensation on my hole. I snuck a peek around and saw him holding a squeeze bottle of honey in his hand while he was licking it off my asshole and the little that ran down my bare cunt lips.

Then I felt him stop and push the nozzle of the bottle in my butt and squeeze. I couldn’t help but squeal and clamp my asshole in response to the cold honey. As it warmed up from the heat in my ass, I could feel it slowly run out of me and Brian knelt in and licked it out. He tongue was magical on my ass. He would drive it into my ass as far as it would reach, then he would open his mouth wide and put it over my asshole, rubbing his teeth over my hole. My legs shook so bad I almost slipped off the couch. Now I had two fingers crammed into my snatch, going like mad. Suddenly he pulled away just as I was building up a massive cum! I heard him messing around with a plastic bag as I opened my eyes that had been clamped shut about to cum. Just as I was about to complain, I felt something ice cold start to slid in my ass. At first it was numbing cold.

“Brian, what is that?” I asked him. He didn’t answer just kept moving blog shemale it in and out of my hole. I heard him toss the bag onto the couch next to me and I had to look. Frozen french fries! Just as I was about to ask him what he planned on doing, I felt his hot breath on my ass again as he leaned in and ate the fry! He did this three or four times, starting with the coldness of the fry that made my little pucker hole tighten, then his mouth eating it. I loved it, as weird as it seems. Then he moved up. Next I felt him put another cold thing against my ass, although as he pushed it into me, I noticed it was bigger. This time it was a hot dog he anally fucked me with. God it was great, long enough to reach deep into my ass and small enough to be comfortable. He slowly fucked me with it, driving me nuts. Somewhere in there the phone rang and I mumbled something about him never getting my ass again if he stopped to answer it.

One after another my brother stuffed food up my ass, first the fries, then the hot dog. Each time they got bigger and so did my hole. After fucking me with the hotdog, which felt great, he moved to a pickle! The bumps on it pushed me it ecstasy and with the my fingering my cunt and the pickle tightly gripped in my ass, I came. God did I cum! It was the first time I actually squirted when I came. Not much, but my brother licked it all up as it ran down my leg. After I recovered, still quivering from my orgasm, he told me to grab my cheeks. I knew he loved to stand back and look at my hole while he stroked his cock.

“Damn, that is a fine ass,” Brian said. I could feel it stay open as he pulled out the pickle. “Don’t move, Karen. That open hole is just asking to be fucked. I want to ram it in.”

My ass was screaming to be stretched and I forgot my place as the subservient anal whore. “Then fuck my ass, Brian! Do it now!” For emphasis I yanked my cheeks open even further. That’s all he needed. I felt him walk up to me and his cock head teased my already open asshole. Then he suddenly shoved the whole thing into me. I couldn’t even speak it felt so good! I gasped as he pulled it all the way out and then jammed it all the way in again.

“Please, Brian, ream me. Fuck it hard!” I had to beg him. I love it hard!

“I know you like it rough don’t you, little whore.” Brian was teasing me, jamming that whole fat cock in my asshole, then sliding all the way out as he stared at my stretched hole. He began to stab me with his cock faster and faster, building me up again to a orgasm. Just as I was going over the edge, he pulled out.

“Roll, roll over, little bitch! Roll!” Brian yelled at me. I didn’t get it at first until he shoved me over. Suddenly his cock was in my face. This was new to me, I didn’t know what he planned on doing at first. Normally he came in my ass, which I love cuz I can feel it run out of my ass for hours afterward and remind me of the reaming I got from him. But suddenly a hot, white rope of cum shot out and sprayed across my face. It kept cumming, stream after stream. I couldn’t believe how much cum my brother shot on my face! It got in one eye, but he loved the site of my cum-covered face. He let out a animal scream that made me cum too, as he squatted over me jerking his cock onto my face. I started to howl as I came, getting some of my brother’s cum in my mouth. Brian told me later that it was the most intense orgasm he ever had.

Love Karen

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This will be a series of short stories based on real situations that have come up in my life where I wished I had sucked a dick but didn’t.

These stories are my fantasy of how things would have gone differently had I actually had the courage to suck the dick.

I’ll start each story with a paragraph or two explaining how the situation actually went down and then get into the fantasy of how I wish it had gone down.

Everyone involved is over 18.

—-

A little background to set the stage:

Going into college I was very confused about my sexuality (maybe I still am).

At that point in my life I was 18 going on 19. I had only had sexual encounters with two people. One male and one female.

The male was a friend and I ended up sucking his dick. I gave him a lot of blowjobs and really enjoyed doing it. That lasted until I moved away to college and I never did it again. I still fantasize about dick to this day, but I’ve never had the courage to make those fantasies a reality.

That’s probably because after that I had a girlfriend for a short period of time and I enjoyed getting handsy and making out with her when we were alone. Once I ate her pussy, I was hooked on that, I couldn’t get enough of it. We eventually broke up though and sadly never had penis-in-vagina sex.

I was a young man confused, away from home and left to my own devices.

What actually happened that day:

We always kept our dorm rooms unlocked, my neighbor and I were the night owls of the group. One night when I couldn’t sleep, I knew he’d be awake, so I just walked into his room like I had done many times before.

His roommate was sleeping but he was sitting amsterdam shemale as his computer, his pants were open and there was a hand towel on his lap. He had clearly been masturbating and I had interrupted him. We had a short conversation, ignoring the fact that his cock was covered by hand towel, then I left.

How I fantasize about this moment:

It was late, around midnight or so, and I couldn’t sleep. I was playing a game on my computer and started to get bored. Normally, when I was bored I’d pull up some porn, pull out my dick, crank one out and go to sleep. I wasn’t really feeling it, so I got up and went next door.

I knew he would be awake, we were both night owls that stayed up way too late playing videos games.

I didn’t knock and just walked right in, like I had done many times before. The way they had their room set up I had to take a couple of steps in before I saw him sitting at his desk.

“Hey, man, I can’t sleep, you want to play a game or something?” I whispered, oblivious to what he had actually been doing before I walked in.

“Uhhh I’m kind of busy…” he said.

I glanced down and noticed that his pants were unzipped, pulled open, and he had a hand towel on his crotch. It was propped up on his cock.

“Ohhhhhh. Uhhhh. My bad.” I stammered. “Um, do you maybe want a hand with that?” I asked him.

“Are you serious?” He sounded shocked.

“Yeah.” I said sheepishly as I grabbed his roommate’s chair and rolled it over to his side of the room. I sat down and I could feel his erection as I grabbed the towel and removed it, revealing his cock.

It was much bigger than mine. I would estimate it at about six inches rotterdam shemale long and two inches in diameter. Slightly larger than the cock that I used to enjoy sucking.

I grabbed him by the shaft and started to stroke slowly up and down. At this point I started to get hard and my shorts were tented up, I used my other hand to play with myself over my shorts and I could feel that I was oozing precum all over the inside of my boxers.

He turned to his computer and brought the window with the porn on it back up. It was some random video of a guy with a huge dick getting a blowjob from a girl with fake tits. It was muted because his roommate was asleep about ten feet away.

I always liked watching blowjob porn, I usually focused on the cock. Imagining myself being the one sucking on that big tool.

We watched as I continued to stroke him. He wasn’t really paying attention to me, just watching the video, at one point the girl with the fake tits gets this huge dick all the way down her throat.

“I could do that.” I said without thinking.

He turned and glanced over at me, then to his dick in my hand, then back to me.

Without letting go of his member I stood up, and pushed the chair out of the way with my foot and started to get into position on my knees.

He didn’t take his eyes off the screen, he just turned his chair so that his body was facing me. I couldn’t see the screen anymore from my new position on my knees. I can only imagine that seeing that woman sucking this very large dick was getting him excited about what was about to happen.

I stopped stroking but kept my hand on the base as I leaned forward and took him into my mouth. He blog shemale let out a soft gentle moan when I closed my mouth around his cock. My own cock twitched at the thought of bringing someone else pleasure. It was blissful having a dick in my mouth again.

I worked my tongue around the head as I bobbed up and down and reached my hand into my pants grabbing my own cock. I didn’t stroke it, just squeezed it. I didn’t want to cum yet. It was oozing precum like crazy. It was going to be very lubricated for my stroke session to follow.

As I continued to bob up and down, he started to thrust his hips in time with my down strokes to try and get further into my mouth and down my throat. I couldn’t blame him, I did say that I thought I could deep throat the big cock on the screen and his was smaller than that.

I had my head down focused on his cock, I didn’t notice what he was doing above me. So, it took me by surprise when I felt one of his hands on my head. He started to push down as he thrust his hips up. Effectively fucking my face.

I had to let go of my cock or I was going to cum. I just focused on the face fucking and I trying to open my throat but couldn’t get him all the way down before he softly grunted and his cock erupted in my mouth.

I struggled to swallow it all before I pulled off his cock and got up from my knees.

“Thanks” he said as he put his still hard and glistening dick away, then zipped up, and turned off the porn.

I turned and almost banged my own cock into the wall as I tried to leave. It was so hard I thought it might burst.

I went back to my room. I barely had to touch myself before I exploded into orgasm all over myself. Luckily no one else was around to see me sneak into the shower with cum all over my stomach and chest.

The Wrap-Up:

I still think about that day and what might have been if I just had the courage to tell him that I wanted to suck his dick.

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Sofia was grateful for her London bar job, part-time to fit in with her student studies. It was near the end of her shift and Sofia took the food order over to a single woman sitting in the corner. The woman, in her late 30s, had been an occasional customer in the pub and Sofia had chatted to her previously.

Sofia said, “Here’s your sandwich, madam. Sorry for the delay.”

“Call me Caroline,” she said. “Are you a student?”

“Yes. I’m studying medicine. It’s hard work though.”

“It must be hard financially too,” said Caroline. “Would you like to earn some more money?”

Sofia liked the customer. She knew that Caroline was a bank executive and had the air of someone successful. So Sofia smiled, “Yeah, I could do with more money for sure.”

“I don’t want to embarrass you, Sofia, but I like you … a lot … and I’d like to invite you over to my home this evening. And I’ll pay you.”

It took 3 seconds for Sofia to understand the suggestion. “Oh,” she said, playing for time. “You’re propositioning me?” said Sofia. She lowered her voice, “For sex?”

Caroline nodded.

Sofia tried to think of a decent question. “How much?”

“£200.” Caroline seemed to want to clarify. “UK Pounds, straight into your bank.”

“Oh. That’s more than I make in 20 hours work here.” Sofia imagined herself buying those ultra-expensive shoes she’d seen and had also been wondering how to afford a new iPad to replace the old. Sofia didn’t know if the money offered for sex was the going rate or not but, right now, she could do with some extra cash. Besides, she liked Caroline and this would be a new experience.

Caroline wrote down her address and phone number which gave Sofia time to add up the disadvantages of having sex with an attractive woman and getting paid for it. The only negative so far was that Sofia had never had sex with another woman.

At 8 o’clock that evening, Sofia stood in Caroline’s living room, sipping a cocktail. Initially nervous, Sofia witnessed a transfer of funds to her bank while Caroline put her at ease. They sat and talked. Caroline explained that she preferred to pay because she didn’t want a relationship with a partner with all the compromises which are part of that. It was more exciting, Caroline admitted, to have fresh sex (she called it) where she got what she wanted.

Although Sofia had never even kissed another female, this didn’t put Caroline off. “I’m attracted by your personality,” said Caroline, “and you have this look which reminds me of Penelope Cruz, the actress. You have a sultry look and large dark eyes which look sexy.”

“My nose is too straight,” replied Sofia, “and my mouth too wide. Others have said I look a bit like Cruz on account of my mother being Hispanic. Dad is English.”

“You’re very attractive, Sofia. Let me say now how I want our sex to be. I get most pleasure from having a joint experience where we both have fun. I love to have my nipples sucked hard and have my pussy get a long slow work-over. And I’ll do the same to you. Okay so far?”

Sofia nodded. She felt herself becoming aroused. Her nipples were pressing into the lace of her bra.

“I orgasm quite easily,” said Caroline, “and I will straddle you at some point over your mouth.” She laughed. “We’ll get on fine, Sofia.”

Two hours later, Sofia kissed Caroline goodbye. It appeared that Caroline might want a return visit. While walking back to her old car, Sofia thought the experience was a win-win. Not only was Sofia richer but she’d had 3 orgasms. Without a boyfriend, she had nobody else to think about, so she didn’t feel guilty.

From that evening, Sofia made plans to earn more money. She hated the term ‘prostitute’ and wanted to become exclusive to the occasional situation where she’d have fun as well as providing sex with another woman or a couple. At no point, Sofia decided, would she visit any single men. Subsequently, she had another 2 visits to Caroline on the same terms and Sofia used her new wealth to buy expensive lingerie and upmarket clothes.

Her research indicated which online dating sites were often used for sex rather than long term relationships. By concentrating on couples and single women, connections were made, discussions followed to agree on the price and Sofia always took the time to research the prospective hook-ups. Sofia wasn’t out to make loads of money as it was more important that she liked the client(s). Besides, studying for a medical degree meant she didn’t have a lot of spare time.

About 4 months later, Sofia felt happy. Her dates had mainly been with couples. A threesome was her preferred option. There had never been any problems except the date she was just about to have, although Sofia didn’t know it yet. It was a Friday evening as she drove and parked at the exclusive London Dorchester hotel which overlooked Hyde Park. Tonight she wore a figure-hugging black dress, the hem halfway up her thigh. The buttons down the back looked Parisian sexiness but her overcoat hid this. Dark stocking hold-ups and güvenilir bahis black high-heels completed the look.

As she confidently walked past the hotel reception to the lifts, she remembered she hadn’t seen her client’s faces online, only their bodies, each clothed in underwear. But they looked fit, the two conversations by phone had been with Mrs Wise (which she knew wasn’t her real name) and the wife sounded welcoming. During their brief conversations, Sofia did find Mrs Wise’s voice slightly familiar but the client said she was a TV presenter so it was that connection that had Sofia thinking no more about it.

Sometimes, a hotel was suggested by the clients because of children at home. So it was that Sofia arrived outside Room 20 on the 4th floor of the hotel and knocked on the door. It was opened by Mrs Wise.

Neither of the women spoke for 5 long seconds. Sofia spoke first, “I think I have the wrong room.” Mrs Wise looked shocked and murmured, “Oh my God.” She paused. “Your father is going to …” Her words were interrupted by an exclamation from Max behind her.

Sofia had to suck in air. Her stepmother, Tracy, stood aside to reveal her father. Sofia wanted to run and couldn’t think of a plausible excuse for her to be there. It was her dad who edged past Tracy to grab Sofia’s hand and pulled her into their room. He said, “This is so embarrassing … for all of us. I don’t know what to say … let’s at least have a drink. Take a seat, Sofia.”

Sofia felt trapped. She wanted to keep her coat on but Tracy said, “Darling Sofia. You look flushed so let’s take your coat and we can relax and sort out what to do.” As she took the coat, Tracy continued, “You do look stunning, Sofia, in that dress.”

Sofia sat in one of the armchairs at the foot of the bed. By crossing her legs, the black dress rose up her thigh to reveal the beginning of a stocking top.

While Max, her dad, got some drinks from the minibar, he said, “Sofia, I’m not angry with you. Please don’t make a run for it because we’re in this together in mutual shock I think.”

Sofia reflected she should have escaped before she came into the room. To find out her dad and stepmom were into threesomes and paid for it was unbelievable. How was she going to get out of this mess? she wondered.

“Let’s be honest and frank,” said Tracy as she selected the chair next to Sofia. “You need to know what we’re doing and of course, I’m intrigued to know about you.” It appeared that Tracy was the least flustered or nervous and the calmest. Sofia noticed Tracy’s short skirt had a split up the front which revealed white knickers underneath. And her buttoned tight shirt showed the outline of her hard nipples because Tracy wore no bra. Clearly, the slutty clothes were out of character with the loyal wife portrayed at family gatherings.

As the online image of Tracy’s body edged into Sofia’s mind, she remembered the firm pointed nipples had looked sexy. Sofia gratefully accepted the gin and tonic from dad but she still couldn’t think of anything sensible to say.

“Let’s talk openly,” said Tracy.

Max looked at his wife. “Talk openly? Is it a good idea to tell my daughter our confidential secrets? It’s bizarre!”

“We should,” said Tracy. “For goodness sake, Max, she’s part of a secret now which we all share.” She looked at Sofia. “You agree, don’t you? I mean, it’s clear your dad and I are into threesomes and have fantasies.”

Sofia found her voice. “I’m not seeing people to solely help them experience their secret desires.” She gulped some gin. “I do this for the money which helps pay the student fees. And before you both get the idea I’m a professional sex-worker, I’m not … it’s very part-time … not very often … about once a week.” She paused to see the reaction of the others. Tracy was leaning forward, intensely interested and showing some cleavage. Dad sat down by the desk.

He said, “Let me increase the cash I already give for your degree. Your studies are the most important thing.”

“No, Dad. You give enough already. I don’t do these dates often and I only meet couples.” Sofia thought it best not to mention single women yet in case it freaked out her father. “And I always first establish a rapport with each couple.” It occurred to her not to mention that she mostly had a good time having sex with others with some memorable orgasms. She needed to exit the room before this family situation got too awkward.

“Are you being careful?” he asked.

“Yes. I never see single guys.”

“And this sideline,” said Max, “… does it interrupt your studies?”

“No.”

Tracy got up to sit on the bed opposite and leaned back with straight arms behind her to keep her body upright. “Do you have fun, Sofia?”

Tracy’s shirt had gone taut across her breasts. It looked to Sofia as if those buttons might pop. In different circumstances she would have stood in front of Tracy and opened the shirt up, the thought giving Sofia a mental image of her sucking those extended nipples. She quickly türkçe bahis cast aside the thought to keep her mind on how to escape.

“Do you have fun?” repeated Tracy who showed a little bit of her tongue between her teeth.

“Usually. Yes. I make sure I’m not treated like a slave.” Sofia thought this was too personal to share any more information. She was about to say ‘I must go’ when Tracy extended her foot, minus her high-heel, to touch Sofia’s leg below the knee.

Tracy lowered her voice, “Do you also see single women?”

“Actually, yes.” She found Tracy interesting and was grateful that her dad kept quiet.

“Do you …,” asked Tracy, “experience a completely different type of sex with a woman on her own?”

Sofia took another sip of her drink. Where was this conversation going? she asked herself. “Yes, it’s different. Slower, softer, different smells, taste …”

“Nicer?” Tracy had that ability to put others completely at ease. This had been noticeable at social family gatherings where Tracy always made people feel important, feel interesting. She was universally popular among the family. Sofia recalled their two phone conversations to fix up tonight’s date during which she was charming. She remembered Mrs Wise saying in a husky voice how much she wanted sex for the first time with another woman. For some reason, Sofia’s nipples had become more sensitive. She squeezed her crossed legs tighter as if to stop any arousal. At the same time, Tracy kept her foot in contact and slid it higher up Sofia’s leg.

“It can be nicer, yes.” Sofia meant to stop there but her mouth kept working, “As it’s your first time I would do my best to make it special for you.” She couldn’t believe she’d said that and was about to retract when Tracy asked another question.

“And how does it work with a couple? Who goes first or do the three of us share as we go along?” Tracy moved her toe to Sofia’s knee.

“Um … but I don’t see anything happening this evening between us.”

“How about between you and me?”

Sofia never expected that. She thought it odd that she didn’t immediately reject this. Was it because she didn’t look upon Tracy as her stepmom but more as a friend? When her mother left Dad, Sofia went with Mum to live in Spain. Dad then met and eventually married Tracy. But Sofia came back to the UK for university and got to know Tracy better.

Without Sofia noticing, Max had topped up her drink. She thought it best to avoid Tracy’s latest suggestion to play with just Tracy and looked at him. “You’ve had previous threesomes haven’t you?”

He nodded. “Yes. Always with a friend, a guy we trust. We’ve enjoyed it.”

“But, what’s it been like for you, Dad, when you watch another guy, a man … a man Tracy fancies presumably?”

“It works,” said Dad, “because the three of us are participating, sharing …”

Sofia didn’t want to get too detailed about their previous engagements. “So this evening you were going to try something different. A girl to replace your guy. Were you, Dad, going to also have sex with the new girl?”

Tracy answered, “Yes, we were both going to have sex with you, before we realised who you are,” she laughed. “and one of the reasons I wanted this is because I’m bi-curious. To be honest, I’ve been so looking forward to this evening and I feel deflated now.”

The look of disappointment was written all over Tracy’s face. Sofia said, “I also was looking forward to it. But I couldn’t with my father.” Her gaze had dropped from Tracy’s eyes to her breasts. There was no doubt that Tracy had sex appeal. She felt Tracy’s toe move to the inside of her knee. It surprised Sofia that she didn’t want to move her leg away from Tracy.

Tracy suddenly leaned forward to the edge of the bed, near enough to extend her hand. Sofia also reached out to touch and clasped Tracy. Tracy said, “I would like you to stay, Sofia.”

Neither woman moved. The silence was broken by Max who said, “I’ll go to the bathroom for a couple of minutes.”

As he left the room, Tracy came off the bed, leaned over Sofia and quickly kissed her step-daughter on the lips before she knelt on the floor at Sofia’s feet. “I’m so sorry about this, Sofia darling. Is there anything I can do to persuade you to … fuck me?”

In a peculiar way, Sofia was entranced by how Tracy said the word. She had said ‘fuck’ slowly with a click of the tongue which left her mouth slightly open with her tongue visible. Sofia had a similar feeling to the one she’d previously experienced with her first date with Caroline. A longing. A need to touch. Sofia couldn’t help tightening her grip on Tracy’s fingers and she leaned forward to kiss Tracy. At first, it was a gentle movement of lips across Tracy’s. Sofia couldn’t help opening her mouth. Their tongues fenced with each other.

They were still kissing when Max came out of the bathroom and sat on the bed. “I’ll go,” he said.

Tracy looked at him. “No, we don’t do that, Max. One of our rules is not to leave the other in the sole güvenilir bahis siteleri company of a new lover.” She turned to Sofia. “Could Max stay and watch?”

Sofia bit her lip and shook her head. There was no question that Sofia wanted Tracy, to fuck her, to experience an orgasm with her … but to have her father watch? She said, “Dad as a voyeur would freak me out.”

“He’s not going to bite you or take part.”

“But,” replied Sofia, “I’ll be stark naked.”

“He could look the other way.”

“Any normal man would peek. The thought of Dad doing that would put me off.” Sofia wanted to find a solution. Her body hummed with anticipation. “Could you blindfold him?”

Tracy looked at Max who nodded. “I’ll satisfy you, Max, even with a blindfold on,” she chuckled.

Sofia licked her lower lip. She couldn’t leave now, didn’t want to leave. In some unexplained way, she felt it erotic that her dad would be listening to her having sex with his wife. She looked at Tracy and saw the need in her eyes.

Tracy said to Sofia, “You can take my shirt off and I’ll use that as a blindfold.” She stood from her kneeling position and placed her legs either side of Sofia’s knees. As her stepmom leaned forward, it was a clear instruction for Sofia to unbutton the tight shirt. It occurred to Sofia that she’d wanted to do this for the past few minutes.

With the anticipation of what was to come, Sofia undid the top two buttons. Her fingers ran lightly along the gap between Tracy’s breasts and let one finger go AWOL up over the curve towards her nipple. Sofia held her breath before continuing with the rest of the buttons. The breasts sprang out towards Sofia’s face.

Tracy murmured, “You sexy bitch. Play with them.”

There was a hint of command but Sofia didn’t mind. Both her hands roamed around Tracy’s areola and cupped each breast as if to test their weight. The shirt still hung loose on her shoulders and she realised that Dad had got off the bed to unbutton his wife’s cuffs. As he took off her shirt, Tracy demanded, “Squeeze my nipples, Sofia.”

She squeezed and pulled, Tracy said, “Harder,” Meanwhile, Dad had unzipped his wife’s skirt which dropped to the floor before she removed it with a kick. Weirdly, Sofia had the vibe that he was preparing his wife for lesbian sex which made Sofia want Tracy more. Tracy said, “Suck.”

Her word ‘suck’ had the same click of her tongue as when she previously said ‘fuck’. The slow drawl from Tracy felt hypnotic and Tracy repeated it, “Suck.”

As Sofia sucked and pulled the nipple out, she felt it swell. She imagined milk coming out. Her nipples screamed for release.

Tracy said, “You’re sexy.” She paused. “Max. Your daughter is going to be so good. I’m going to come easily with her.” After a minute, Tracy pulled away, picked up her shirt and stood alongside the other chair where Max now sat. She rolled up the shirt like a scarf and tied it with a knot behind his head.

As if in a trance, Sofia didn’t move. A voice in her head screamed that there was still time to leave, to say she couldn’t do this with her dad in the room. But her body was reacting, nipples swelling, her pussy damp. She scanned her eyes hungrily over Tracy’s body; the white lace panties; the stockings held up by suspenders. Tracy’s pale blue eyes and short spiky hair dyed blonde gave her a more masculine look – a woman in charge.

Tracy held out her hand, a signal for Sofia to stand. “Turn around, darling,” said Tracy. “Let’s see what you look like without the dress.” She helped Sofia shimmy out of the garment. “Face your father.”

Although Sofia told herself it shouldn’t make a difference, her dad couldn’t see, and yet her heart thumped louder in the knowledge that he would imagine the scene.

Tracy hugged her from behind and spoke into her ear, “Maybe there will come a time when you’re comfortable to have him watch?” She unclipped Sofia’s bra and let the shoulder straps fall away. Her hands caressed her breasts.

Sofia struggled to answer as her nipples yearned for attention. She mumbled, “Yes.” It wasn’t what Sofia wanted to say and was about to retract but as Tracy squeezed her nipples she moaned instead.

Tracy kissed her neck and Sofia felt her ass in contact with Tracy’s groin. It caused Sofia to reach back and grab her stepmom’s thighs to pull her in hard. Tracy said, “You want me bad?”

“Yes.” She felt Tracy’s hands roam down her front. Sofia freed her hands to reach back with her arms to caress Tracy’s head and ears and hair. Sofia said, “Play with me, please.” It sounded like a plea as she realised how turned on she was, more so than any other encounter with other dates.

“Patience, Sofia. First, you finish undressing me.” Tracy came around to face her and kissed her on the lips before she lowered herself into the lap of her husband. “Take off my panties.” Dad had put his arms around Tracy to hold her breasts and Tracy leaned back to angle her head to kiss Max.

It left Sofia no option but to kneel. With relief, Tracy lifted her hips to enable Sofia to slide down her panties which meant that Sofia didn’t have to make contact with her father’s legs. She couldn’t avoid the occasional brush with her dad as Sofia withdrew Tracy’s panties completely.

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